#trev the bartender

[unclefathersantateddy]

I've been daydreaming about this for MONTHS so I finally tried to do my first video edit👉👈 big thanks to @koko-raccoon & @laz-kay for helping me with technical bits!

[mortiifying]

TREV ITS TREV OOOUAAAGGHHHH

[boigrsmashorpass]

[goldfades]

can we have some touchy trevor content? I feel like that man would not be able to keep his hands off of you even in public and it’s making me kick my feet & giggle

you are so right nonnie, pda is sooooo trevor

─ warnings | slightly suggestive??? alex being a third wheel (poor bby), trevor venting and being a yapper, fluffy, nothing else?

"hey and that's exactly what i told him, and what did he do? not listen to me, per usual." trevor sighed as he pulled you closer to him, his arm around you and his hand gripped your thigh.

you were nestled into trevor's chest as he ranted enthusiastically to alex, you felt the warmth of trevor's chest against your cheek as he spoke. his voice frustrated. despite his exasperation, there was a sense of comfort in his touch, his arm around you like a protective shield.

"yeah, i mean, what's a guy gotta do to get a little respect around here?" trevor exclaimed, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "the guy's a fucking klutz. how he managed to get in the nhl will forever be a mystery to me."

alex nodded and continued drinking his beer, "he's a blonde, that's probably why he's such an idiot."

trevor continued to grip your thigh, ignoring the looks he'd got from alex. pda was your guys' thing, but tonight it seemed like trevor was feeling a little more touchy (if that was even possible).

trevor frustration seemed to boil over as he scoffed, "seriously though, it's like they don't even see me out there. i bust my ass every game, and what do i get? bench time. meanwhile, mr. butterfingers over there gets all the spotlight."

his grip on your thigh was firmer, almost possessive, as if he sought reassurance and comfort in physical contact. his fingers traced absent-minded patterns on your skin, a subconscious gesture.

the looks from alex didn't deter trevor; if anything, they seemed to fuel his need for closeness. pda had always been a part of your relationship, a way to express affection in public. but tonight, it felt like he was clinging to you, seeking refuge from the challenges he faced on the ice.

"don't even worry about it, buddy. they know you're a great player and it'll be fine, don't let 'em get to your head." alex spoke as he continued drinking the beer.

trevor's grip on your thigh loosened slightly as he turned his attention to alex, his expression softening. "thanks, man," he replied, a hint of gratitude in his voice. "i appreciate it. just been a rough season, you know?"

alex nodded understandingly, offering a sympathetic smile. "yeah, i get it. every player has their ups and downs. but you've got the talent, trev. don't let a few setbacks overshadow what you bring to the game."

trevor's shoulders relaxed a fraction, the weight of his frustration momentarily lifted by alex's words. you leaned to take a sip from your drink, realizing that it was empty. you pulled away from trevor's touch and got up, but momentarily paused with trevor's voice.

"where you goin', princess?" trevor's voice tinged with a playful tone as he moved to grip your hip to pull you back. you huffed dramatically but you couldn't hide your smile.

"i was gonna go get a refill," you explained as alex scoffed at your guys' antics.

"not without me, you're not." trevor gave you a smirk, his playful demeanor infectious. he gently tugged you up, his grip on your hip firm yet gentle as he got up with you.

his hand gripped your shoulders as he led you through the crowd, his hand remained securely on your shoulder. despite the chaos around you, his grip was steady, his touch grounding you amidst the loud energy of the room.

as you reached the bar, he pulled you into his chest as he called over the bartender. he already knew your order so he just gave a nod to the bartender, indicating that he wanted the same drinks as before. his arm remained wrapped around your waist, holding you close against his chest as you waited for the drinks.

you leaned into his embrace, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. as the bartender handed over your drinks, trevor flashed a charming grin and exchanged a few words with them, his charismatic demeanor earning a friendly nod in return.

with the drinks in hand, he gently guided you back to your table, his hand never leaving you. trevor's arm tightened around your shoulders as he handed you your drink, his gaze meeting yours with a soft, affectionate glint.

"here you go, princess," he said, his voice low and warm as you settled back into the booth.

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[drawthethingdoppelganger]

DTtttt~ what are some of your favorite headcanons? I guess they could be for any show but I’m really looking for Bob burger hcs (shocking I know)

Do I know you?

Jimmy Jr has suggested to Tina multiple times about a Footloose EFF

Bob and Linda get very competitive at boardgames, so much that they started a parcheesi tournament

Mr Branca hides a bunch of personal stuff in the school's ceiling. No one really cares but he still gets nervous about his collection of Bleach Boys (*limited edition*) CD records, hence a rumor about "dead body in the ceiling" spread around the school

The eighth grader gang has a group chat but it's mostly just Tammy and Jocelyn chatting with each other (Tammy talks shit a lot and Jocelyn's the only one who replies)

Louise tries to sell Gene's jar of milk teeth on eBay labeling it as "dinosaur fossils"

Jimmy Jr's running posture is also his swimming posture (he swims fine but looks like he's drowning)

Louise made a voodoo doll of Logan for a revenge scheme. He was actually impressed by the attention to details

Jimmy Jr and Zeke learn bartender tricks from Trev and try to impress Andy and Ollie with it (they try to spice it up with unnecessary parkour)

[noddlesock]

Trev has worked for Jimmy Pesto’s for a long time, he’s watched them have good moments…and definitely horrible ones. But everyone has to start somewhere. And everyone has their secrets

[cosmic-hoboandthehighlander]

Fandom: Bob’s Burgers

Ship: Tedmort (Teddy/Mort)

Chapters: 1/10 Rating: M

Tags: idiots in love, friends with benefits, situationships, friends to lovers, sneaking around, Valentine’s Day, making out, kissing, hickeys, jealousy, Jealous Teddy, implied sexual content, fade to black sex, but there is still a lot of making out, multiple povs, alcohol, because Trev is a bartender, Jimmy Pesto is not a nice guy

Summary: Mort and Teddy have been dancing around their feelings for a year, hooking up behind their friends backs and thinking they’re being sneaky. When Mort gets a date for Valentine's Day that isn’t Teddy, he’s forced to face his very real feelings for his best friend.

[neverfittedin]

@byronlc asked: [PROVOKING] Nick provokes Trev by talking about his attraction to someone else. (because we know how much Nick loves to provoke him) 

JEALOUSY

“Summer remains a true bisexual dream,” he casually mentions while settling on his lounger, drink in hand and sunglasses sitting on his nose. “The bartender’s pretty cute, but the life guard, phew, he has a damn nice ass in those trunks. How long do you think it’d take me to get his number as well?”

[poisonpicked]

he wants to snap at her or, at the very least, tell her she's wrong or brush her off with one of his little snide remarks, but he bites it back, finishing off his drink and setting it down, trying to focus on the burn of the alcohol as it went down. it wasn't enough to get the bitter taste her words left on his tongue.

nothing is the same anymore, trev. especially not us.

the statement hurt him more than he could have anticipated and, for a moment, he was that little boy who was on his own after his family was killed, forced into isolation and a life filled with running and hiding from the people who had condemned the belmont family while still protecting them from the monsters in the dark. after his curse, he believed that isolation would be even worse, spread out over forever, watching anyone he dared get close just age and die and, when he first found himself catching feelings for rayne, he had those same fears, but she helped him through it and gave him something he had been wanting for so long and then it had been ripped away from him just as violently and suddenly as his family.

he holds her gaze for a moment, before turning to the bartender and gesturing that he wanted another. his empty glass is swiftly swapped with a full one and he slips some money across the bar, covering his tab and the tip. "let me finish my drink and we can go someplace more private to figure this out." perhaps it was vague — figure what out exactly? their hunt? their situation? their feelings? whatever the fuck else hung heavy in the air around them? — and though the vagueness wasn't intentional, he was admittedly glad he didn't specify, worried that he might just default to figuring out their hunt over anything more deep, scared what feelings it would bring up, like ripping open an old wound that hadn't quite healed properly.

THE LOOK TELLS HER ENOUGH, and rayne rolls her eyes. he knows what she means even if neither of them is entirely willing to voice it aloud. there's a lot they haven't said about the last time they crossed paths—what happened to her on their last hunt together, when her bloodlust put them on opposite sides. god there's so much to hash out, but they're both too stubborn to say anything.

it's hard. to have been apart for so long after knowing each other for ages, to know she's suddenly exactly what they've been hunting for ages. this partnership is against everything they stand for and they won't even address it.

❝we've been trying to relive how things used to be,❞ it has to be said. ❝back then we would be done by now. we'd be on to the next hunt, and whatever happened in between. right now we're just finding an excuse to make this last.❞

rayne doesn't want this to end. she wants things to be exactly how they were, but it can't happen. not like this. not when there's so much between them that has to be addressed after centuries of nothing.

❝nothing is the same anymore, trev. especially not us.❞ it's not meant to say she doesn't still feel him in her bones. they're tied together in a way rayne is never going to be able to fully understand, but they're different. after all that's happened, after centuries of life, they're not the same people.

[unclefathersantateddy]

What's your opinion on Trev: Jimmy's bartender? And their relationship with one another?

Thank you for the ask, anon! Here's my first Trev drawing as a lil visual before I dive into answering this!

So, I actually LOVE what the show has done with Trev.

Pre-season 9 Trev - the nodding yesman to Jimmy Pesto - is mid. He's just a bootlicker and it's boring. So when S9E17 What About Blob? aired and Trev stopped mindlessly high-fiving Jimmy, he started to get interesting. There was more to Trev than being an obedient nodding dog, he actually had some semblance of depth.

"I don't wanna be a meanie weenie, I wanna be a nicey-weenie" :((( trev. He doesn't wanna be a clone of Jimmy, he doesn't even like how Jimmy treats him (e.g. S8E6/7 The Bleakening, Jimmy tells Trev "don't say stuff", Trev asks "what do you mean 'don't say stuff'? What am I supposed to say?"), so it's nice that he's self aware enough to know he doesn't want to perpetuate that cycle.

Then during the last season when Eric Bauza took over as Jimmy (S14E5 Bully-ieve It or Not), Trev returned with an all-new sass that I am HERE for.

His "back up" for Jimmy's insult is just "ha, [xyz] can be mean!" completely trivialising Jimmy's insult under the guise of backing it up. In a later scene when Jimmy is trash talking Bob about the Ball-Pit idea, instead of backing Jimmy up, Trev corrects his grammar (resulting in Jimmy sending him inside). And I know I've mentioned this a lot but he 'pranks' Bob by charging him $7 for tap water then says "got you! Classic me" which I just ADORE, best Trev line ajdhkdksai!!!!! Then later when Jimmy tells him to "zip it", Trev goes "okay zipping..." waits for Jimmy to walk away and then says "...unzipping" AJFJDISNSKDK!!!!!!!!

I LOVE that he's growing this confidence to resist Jimmy!!!!!!!!! He's come so far from the mindless "yes Jimmy, no Jimmy, whatever you say Jimmy" that he was pre-season nine. And yeah I am THRIVING with it, HE'S thriving with it!!!!!!!

He's also very vocal about wanting his mom to be proud of him he's so CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's official I am a TREV STAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lmao!

This was loads of fun to answer thank you so much for the great ask!!!

[jjdizz]

Oh my god

[hyperfixationheadcannons]

This one I feel like is very popular.

Jimmy Pesto and his bartender Trev are dating.

That’s it, that’s the whole post.

[dcrknesshums]

grinning at the bartender, trevin turned to the man to hold up a reaffirming thumbs up, as if wanting the other to know for certain he was, indeed, paying. a part of him felt bad but... that was the nature of the sport. if the shoe was on the other foot, he was certain he'd be sulking just as bad but... even trev knew repping the losing team's sweater at a bar post-loss was a bold move. he could at least respect the dedication. ❛ i mean, shit, i'll take a name. that's more than i thought i'd be gettin' anyways, ❜ trevin grinned, taking the olive branch and holding his hand out. hinging at the waist to meet her eyes, he offered a charming grin, eyes alight with the afterglow of his big win but also from the fact he had gotten the pretty girl, with a brother on the opposing team, to even so much as humor a conversation with him; ❛ i'm trevin ackler — and who might you be ?? ❜

aaand he was still talking. pigs are likelier to sprout wings before men learn to take a hint. hell, ophelia wasn't even giving him hints; she told him flat out what she wanted from him, and here he was, offering to buy her a drink. she couldn't think of anything she wanted less. to accept would feel like a betrayal to her brother, but if it gets this guy off her back... she downs the rest of her drink and holds up the empty glass at the bartender. "he says he's paying," she says. instead of a thank you, she gestures for him to sit himself on the empty stool next to her. she'll give him however long it'll take her to down her drink, or just until her brother calls, inevitably in need of a pick-me-up and copious amounts of reassurance that no, evan, you don't suck; your career isn't over. you win some, you lose some. it's gonna be okay. "i suppose this is the part where we exchange names? not to be presumptuous, but that's about all you're getting from me. the drink makes us even. the names are a bonus. i'm feeling generous."

[alxnetxgether-moved]

Ask continuation for @scvenfeet

"Jack, huh?" Trevor says taking the half empty bottle and pouring a bit into a cup. If he was to be completely honest, it wasn't his favorite liquor, atleast not straight. He takes a quick sip, shaking his head slightly once it slides down his throat. "Ya, that's Jack alright," he jokes as he sets down the cup. "I could make this stuff a little more interesting if you want, what you got in the fridge?"

[huggybug]

fight for your love - trevor zegras

word count: 1.2k words

request: Could you do 14 from list 1 and 65 and 96 from list 2 for Trevor Zegras? by @iamveryborrrreddd

014: “touch her again, and i’ll fucking end you.”

065: “how did you get that black eye?”

096: “i knew it— i fucking knew it.”

Friday nights were your favourite, especially when your best friends were in town and had the night off. You met Jamie and Trevor when they moved into your apartment building and somehow would up in the apartment across from you. The funny thing was, you already knew of Trevor through some of your friends who played in the NTDP with him but you had never met him before. The boys worked their way into your life quickly and soon enough, movie nights in your apartment were just as common as you joining them at a bar with their teammates.

“Hey gorgeous” You fight the initial feeling of disgust as the unfamiliar man slides into the empty spot at the bar next to you. “You here alone?”

“No, my bodyguards are at the table over there” You gesture loosely to the table full of hockey players you came with.

“Well they look busy, I can take you off their hands” The guy was inching closer and closer, forcing you to shuffle back away from him.

“I’m really okay but thanks” You snag your drink that the bartender just placed in front of you and go to make your escape when the guy grabs your wrist, stopping you from getting far.

“Don’t you want to dance baby?” Your face twisted at his words as you tried to get out of his grasp. He kept talking as he tugged you along but you were too busy trying to find a way out of the situation. Once you decided that you were going to flail your arms around in a last ditch effort, you were pulled back and shoved into another body. If you weren’t immediately met with the familiar scent of Trevor’s cologne, you probably would have screamed.

“Touch her again and I’ll fucking end you” He snarled at the guy who was now enraged at the fact you were no longer at his side.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” The guy laughed. You were grasping at Trevor’s shirt, trying to drag him away. All you wanted to do was get out of here but he was planted firmly in his spot.

“Trev, let’s go. I’m fine”

“Go find Jamie, tell him we’re going home okay?” You nodded. The table was only ten feet from where you were now so it was fine for you to head over there yourself. You had finally pulled Jamie away from the group when Trevor came stumbling back to you.

“How did you get that black eye?” You look up in horror at Jamie’s words to see a bruise quickly forming around Trevor’s right eye.

“Trevor please tell me you didn’t fight that guy”

“What guy?” Jamie looked between the two of you, unsure of what had happened when he was at the table.

“Don’t worry about it. C’mon Y/n we’re going, J you can stay if you want” His voice was rough and Jamie was probably drunk enough to not pick up on it so he ran off, promising to be home soon. You were soon being dragged out by Trevor while your mind raced, wondering how the hell he got a black eye.

“What the hell happened?” You had to wait until you were outside so that Trevor could actually hear you.

“That guy was a dick” He said before tugging you over to the Uber waiting for you. The ride home was silent and Trevor avoided eye contact by staring out his window until the car had stopped in front of your building. By the time you got up to your apartment, you were over it. Did he think he could get into a bar fight and he didn’t have to explain? That wasn’t going to fly. You grabbed his wrist and pulled him to your apartment, unlocking the door with one hand as the other gripped tightly on his sleeve.

“Y/n- I just want to go to bed”

“Too bad” You rolled your eyes before shoving him into your apartment, towards the kitchen. You ignored his questions as you flitted around, retrieving a bag of frozen fruit, deciding it was good enough to use as an ice pack. “Put this on your eye and start talking”

“Isn’t it supposed to be frozen peas?” Trevor grinned but put the frozen fruit on his eye anyway.

“I wasn’t prepared for you to get in a fight sorry” Your tone had bite to it and it did not go unnoticed by Trevor.

“Look, I wasn’t going to hit him but he was talking shit and I got mad, he was more mad” He gestured vaguely to his eye and it was almost enough to make your tough façade crack. Trevor knew how much you hated fighting; you understood they sometimes could get into it on the ice which you had grown to accept but off the ice? It was unacceptable.

“You could’ve gotten hurt Trev. And for what? For a silly thing like a guy talking about me? That’s so stupid” You shook your head at him.

“I know and I’m sorry but if you heard what he was saying-”

“God! No Trevor! You don’t understand, I can’t stand you thinking that you have to… defend me? You’re my best friend but I can’t let you do that”

“But- I love you” Trevor lowered the bag of frozen fruit from his face and your stomach flipped at the sight of his purple eye.

“I love you too Trev but you can’t just-”

“No no, I love you Y/n. When I heard that guy saying those things about you I couldn’t hold back because you’re just so important to me, I can’t believe anyone could see you as something other than perfect because that’s how I see you. I love you and I’m sorry I got in a fight tonight but honestly it’s what it took for me to realize this so I’m not really that sorry” You sucked in a sharp breath. He loved you? Trevor Zegras loved you? Your best friend, Trevor Zegras, loved you?

“Trev-” You were stuck for words but when he stepped in front of you, it’s like every word you’ve ever known was gone from your head. You looked up at him silently as his eyes were burning into yours.

“If you don’t feel it, stop me. I love you” He chanted it until his lips hesitantly met yours. You surged into the kiss, sure that nothing had ever felt better. Once you broke apart, the grin on your face was mirrored on his.

“I love you Trev” You bit your lip, trying to mask the huge smile that was surely coming.

“I knew it- I fucking knew it” He cheered cockily, dancing around your kitchen.

“What did you know?” You mocked him and he jumped over, pulling your body into him.

“I always knew I loved you I think but tonight I just knew I had to tell you because it was never this strong and I knew you felt the same because well duh look at me” You smacked his arm at that. “No but I knew because you looked at me the way I looked at you and obviously you weren’t going to say it first so I just did it”

“And I’m glad you did” You kissed him again, revelling in the feeling. “But if you so much as push a guy in a bar again, I will never speak to you again.

[chemicalalice]

Fic: Play For Keeps - Kinktober Day 12

Title: Play For Keeps

Summary: Luke doesn't think of you as a prize to be won. But his brother does.

Pairing: Luke Tillerson x female!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, consensual and unconsensual exhibitionism/voyeurism (one partner knows, the other doesn't), unprotected PinV sex, vaginal fingering. Please be mindful of yourself and do not read if this content bothers you. 18+ only! Minors DNI.

Word count: 3958

AN: Outer Range shows that Trevor is an asshole. But I don't think they meant for him to be as big of an asshole as I make him. *shrugs* Oh well! Sorry Trev! (Thank you @maria-allegra for the pic of Luke!)

In moments like these, when Trevor had his hand on your arm and his 'aww shucks' grin plastered on his face and Luke wanted to punch Trevor's smug face in, he had to take a deep breath and remind him self of a couple of things.

1) Trevor was a playboy who would hit on anything female with a pulse. You knew that and weren't stupid enough to fall for his charm.

2) Trevor was his brother, and Luke loved him very much; even if he was a complete douche bag 90% of the time and they probably wouldn't even associate at all if they didn't share blood.

And 3) Trevor didn't actually know that Luke was head over heels in love with you, not just looking for a quick fuck.

Luke wasn't actually so sure of that last one. What Trevor did know was that Luke was interested in you, though. Very interested. So the fact that Trevor still pursued you even though he had a different girl in bed each night made Luke see red.

Luke knew you weren't some prize to be won. He cared you too much to disrespect you like that. But if that was how Trevor saw this? As some sort of game? Well, this time Luke was playing to win.

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You liked Trevor Tillerson, for the most part. When you you first moved to Amelia county all those months ago you didn't know a single person. While you were looking for a change, a fresh start, it was still lonely. There were many nights that you would sit alone at the bar, maybe order dinner, maybe just have a few drinks, and then head back to your quiet little house. Until Trevor.

You knew he was looking to get into your pants when he first struck up a conversation with you, but he didn't keep you isolated, focused solely on him. Instead, he brought you back to his table and introduced you to his brothers and the other girls that were sitting with them. Surprisingly, those girls ended up becoming close friends, so you would always be thankful to him for that.

Maybe that thankfulness was why you were currently entertaining his attention. That or the dry spell that you had been stuck in for the past year was finally getting to you. Either way, you didn't slide your arm away when he rested his hand on it, fingers curling gently around your elbow is a subtly possessive manner. As if it was a done deal that you would be leaving with him that night even after all the other nights you had managed to slip away from his grasp. Maybe it was.

Or at least, that was until Luke appeared, leaning in between you and Trevor to throw some money on the bar. Trevor was forced to pull his arm back to accommodate his brother's body, and you smiled into your drink as Trevor scowled at the other man.

That scowl deepened when Luke clapped a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Beth and Maria are demanding your attention over at the pool table. They want to play a round. I don't know how much longer they will take no for an answer."

The scowled switched back to a smile as Trevor turned to face you again. "Don't go anywhere sweetheart, I will be right back as soon as I am done with this game and we can continue this conversation."

You gave a slight, noncommittal, dip of your head in response, your eyes meeting Luke's as Trevor moved away. "That was subtle."

"I figured I should step in and save you from whatever shit Trev was spewing now," Luke responded with a grin. He waved at the bartender. "Buy you a drink?"

The ice in your empty drink knocked against the glass as you tilted it in your hand. "I guess one more wouldn't hurt."

"So what line was my brother giving you tonight," Luke asked after the bartender set a new drink in front of you.

You dropped your chin to your hand as you gazed at the man in front of you. "Hmmm...he was telling me how he would love to take me out on an ATV ride on your property; show me the true beauty of Wyoming. It didn't sound that bad, surprisingly."

Luke scoffed. "The ATVs?! Nah, you need to see it on horseback. That is the only true way to experience it if you haven't before."

You laughed at the way his nose had crinkled in disgust. "I didn't think you Tillerson boys rode horses. I thought you were 'modern' cowboys, doing away with the outdated past and embracing technology and all that."

You liked the way Luke's eyes creased in the corners as he smiled at you. "Honey, this is Wyoming. Of course we have horses. It's just faster, and easier, to use the ATVs for daily use." He paused to take a swig of his beer, eyes never leaving yours. "I'll tell you what, how about you let me take you out tomorrow instead? Horses and all? It's the least I can do to make sure you get to truly appreciate what we have to offer here."

"Gonna show me what a real cowboy you are?" you teased, cocking one eye brow at him.

His eyes darkened, smile sliding into a knowing grin. "Only if you let me, sweetheart." You picked up easily on the double meaning in his words. He was probably just teasing you right back. You could feel your face heating as he waited for your response.

"What time?"

The grin stretched back into a smile. "Come out to my place, 10am. I will have everything ready."

"Alright then." You gave him a small smile before tipping the rest of your drink into your mouth. "I'm going to call in a night. Say goodbye to Trev and Billy for me, would you?"

He caught your hand as you stood, surprising you and raising it to press a chaste kiss your knuckles. "Good night, darlin'. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow." Oh, he was good.

You were so flustered by Luke's easy seduction that you didn't see Trevor glaring at the two of you from where he stood by the pool table.

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You saw Luke as soon as you drove up to his house. He was standing out by the barn, two horses already saddled up and tied to the fence rail. Your stomach clenched, and you weren't sure if it was at the sight of the horses, or him.

"'Morning." He was smiling as he greeted you, and that smile only got bigger as he sensed your unease. "You nervous?"

"A little," you admitted.

"Oh come on now, I thought you were country girl; just from up north."

You couldn't help but let out a small laugh. "Yeah, I am I guess. But from where I come from everyone has a boat, not a horse, and we wrangle muskies not cows. More backwoods than prairie."

"Well don't be nervous. I picked out the nicest gal we got for you. She is super easy to ride. We are going to have a good time." Luke assured you. The smile never left his face, and as you looked at him, you realized it was one of the first times you ever saw him looking so happy, the normally worry lines on his face smoothing out until they practically disappeared. You knew that despite Trevor being the oldest, Luke shouldered most of the responsibilities of the ranch. You sensed pretty early on how seriously he took those responsibilities, and how much they weighed on him.

After he had helped you up on your horse, you watched as he mounted his own, trying not stare at the way his ass filled out his dark jeans as he swung his leg over the saddle. He looked good; from the hat down to the boots, it was like a girlhood dream come to life.

The day was perfect for a ride; the crisp fall air balanced wonderfully with the warmth of the sun. Conversation flowed easily as Luke pointed out different plants and animals as you rode. It was easy for you to see how much he loved his land. And it warmed something in you to see him so peaceful. You wondered if he had ever shared it like this with someone else before. The way he talked, his obvious excitement, had you guessing he hadn't.

After about two hours he had you stop and dismount, and to your amazement he then proceeded to pull a full picnic out of the saddle bags strapped to his horse; complete with a blanket, cloth napkins, and bottle of wine.

"This is quite some tour." You we're leaning back on your elbows, eyes closed and face tipped to towards the sun, relishing it's warmth.

"Oh sweetheart, I'm pretty sure this is a date. Just been trying to think of best way to ask." He sat with one leg tucked under him, the other propped up, his arm resting on the bent knee, twisting his wine glass back and forth in his fingers. The grin on his lips was seductive, almost lazy, but his eyes were heavy with intent.

You wondered if he would bridge the gap between you, press you down into the blanket spread over the long grass and kiss you. That spot between your legs was hot with longing, but you knew you would never be brave enough to make the first move.

"I suppose we should probably start heading back," he murmured before you could respond, eyes finally dipping away from yours. You nodded in agreement, even though disappointment flooded through you.

The ride back was just as nice as the ride out, although now it was heavy with Luke's admission. You would be lying if you denied that you had been interested in Luke ever since you were first introduced to him. He was smart, handsome, and hardworking. But despite all the times you talked or met at group events, you could never tell if he interested in you back, or just being friendly. Now every word you exchanged seemed primed with potential. You couldn't remember the last time you had enjoyed yourself so fully or so easily with a man. It made you want more.

When you arrived back at the house, Luke helped you off your horse one last time and then led you into the barn, where you stood awkwardly as he began removing the saddles and other tack. "Are you sure I can't help at all?" you offered, knowing it was, in essence, pointless. You didn't know a thing about what he was doing. He shot you a grin and a wink, no doubt thinking the same thing.

Luke was silent as he worked, and that silence slowly began to eat away at the confidence you had slowly felt building throughout the day. It was a bad habit you had yet to break; your mind always going to the worst places as self-doubt crept in. Did he regret what he had said? Did you mistake what he had said? Maybe he had been taking pity on you, inviting you out today; knowing how painfully single you were. Maybe..., worst of all, maybe it was all a joke to him?

You cleared your throat. "Hey, I had a really good time today. You really didn't have to do all that. I should probably let you get back to your day, though. I don't want to take up any more of your time."

Luke dropped the saddle he had been holding onto its rack and then turned to you, eyes narrowed. You opened your mouth, ready to apologize (For what? You weren't sure. Another bad habit), but your jaw clicked shut as he quickly closed the space between you, backing you up against the bench behind you.

He reached out, brushing a strand of hair off your cheek as he smiled softly. "Stop thinking so loudly. I wanted to take you out today. I couldn't think of a better way to spend my day."

And then his hand was sliding through your hair and cupping the back of your head, pulling you to him. It was soft; his lips brushing gently against yours, coaxing you to relax, to open your mouth to him, to allow him to deepen the kiss. You moaned softly as his tongue pushed past your lips, licking into your mouth. You moaned again and he pulled back, resting his forehead against yours. "You gonna let me show you what else a real cowboy can do?"

You nodded quickly, almost frantically, as you reached up to pull his mouth back to yours, your confidence returning in a rush. It was his turn to moan. He tugged at your hips, hoisting you up onto the bench. He was already hard; and you could feel it, pressing up against your belly as he moved.

His hands immediately fell to your pants; tugging at your belt, thumbing open the button, dragging the zipper down. Through it all, his mouth never left yours. You lifted your hips, allowing him to tug your jeans down to your ankles. The wood of the bench was rough on your skin where your panties didn't cover, but you didn't care, not when your hands were fighting with Luke's own belt.

He finally pulled back, voice rough when he spoke. "Let me." Your mouth went dry as his pants fell to the ground, underwear following shortly after. Jesus. You couldn't think of a better looking way to end your dry spell.

Luke pushed himself in between your legs, his hands falling to your thighs. One thumb hooked in your panties, pulling them to the side, allowing him slide a finger into you. He groaned, cursing as he felt how wet you already were. "Is this ok?" he panted, eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt or discomfort.

You hesitated briefly, not even meaning to, and he swooped in to kiss you again. "Its ok if its not. We can stop," he said.

"No, I don't want to stop. Just....its been awhile," you admitted. You could feel your cheeks heating in embarrassment at the admission.

Luke, however, didn't seem to mind. "Jesus, baby, that's ok. I'll go slow, ok?" You barely had time time to nod before he was pushing another finger into you, stretching you open for him as his thumb began to rub slow circles on your clit.

It felt good. Too good. You were already keyed up from the want you felt for him, the want that had building all day; and it had been so long since you had been touched by another person that at the very first curl of his fingers inside you you were moaning his name and clenching around his fingers as you came.

He withdrew his fingers, staring down at you in wonder. You wanted to curl into yourself, humiliation at how easily you had fallen apart coursing through you. But he didn't let you sink into that feeling. With the hand that wasn't covered in your cum, he cupped your cheek, coaxing you to look at him.

"You are the most gorgeous thing I have ever laid my eyes on," he breathed, and his voice sounded almost reverent. "I'm gonna take care of you baby. I'm going to make you feel even better."

He pressed closer to you, his cock sliding between you folds, catching at your entrance and then the pressure as he began to push in. You expected more resistance, but you were already so wet and relaxed from your orgasm that he had no problem in sinking into you.

You whimpered as he bottomed out, almost overwhelmed at how full you felt. He waited only the briefest of moments before he drew back and then plunged in again, starting up an unhurried rhythm. You arched against him with a gasp. Luke's thrusts we're smooth and deep, and he was focused on searching for that spot that would make you see stars.

He wrapped an arm around your back, pulling you closer to the edge of the bench, closer to him, so that he could change his angle. You cried out as he did, your arm shooting up to wrap around his shoulders as an anchor. He knew he had hit the right spot by the way your moans turned breathy.

"You feel so good, baby. So fucking good," he murmured, lips brushing against your forehead.

Movement, caught out of the corner of his eye, pulled his attention away from you. Trevor. Standing in the doorway. Luke's met his eyes, watched as realization set in as he took in the scene before him; watched as his brother's hands curled into fists at his side as that realization turned to anger.

Luke knew, somewhere, far back in the deepest reaches of his brain that he should stop; that he should curl over you to shield you from his brother's view. Knew that if you were aware you were being watched you would be horrified. But in that moment, rational thought was silenced by something more primal, by the dark and possessive part of him that wanted to stake his claim and scream Look! This is mine! You can't have her. You can never have her.

"Look at me," he demanded, voice rough and panting as he stared down at you, and he had to bite back a groan as your eyes immediately flicked up to his. Such a good girl for him. He began to fuck into you harder, each thrust wobbling the bench you were perched on. "Does that feel good? Do you like that? Gonna cum all over my cock for me?"

"God! Yes!" you moaned in reply, trying to brace yourself the best you could against the way he was pounding into you.

"Tell me you're mine. Tell me you won't let anyone else touch you like this." He didn't know where the words were coming from. He had never been like this with a girl before. But with you, he needed it; needed to know that you were his, that you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

"Yours, Luke." It was practically a sob, pulled out of you with every push and pull of his cock in your cunt.

He could feel your thighs start to tremble. Could feel you start to tighten up around him. Good. He wasn't going to last much longer himself. Not with the way you felt. Not with the way you looked. Not with the way you were gasping beneath him as you cried out his name in pleasure as you came.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Luke jerked back, pulling out of you, his cock barely removed from tight heat of you cunt before he began to cum, spilling hotly against the smooth skin of your inner thigh. "Goddamn. Fuck, baby," he panted, his head dropping to nuzzle against your hairline as his cock still twitched against your thigh with the remnants of his orgasm.

When he finally dragged himself away from you, Trevor was gone.

Luke reached around you, his hand on your hip keeping you balanced, and grabbed one of the picnic napkins that had been set there while he was unpacking. He carefully wiped your leg clean of his spend before he helped you stand, and waited until you both had your pants pulled up and belts buckled before he leaned back into you, cupping your face gently in his palms as he kissed you.

Now, in the aftermath, he felt worry twist in his stomach. Worry that his words had upset you. Worry that is was too much, too soon, too presumptuous. Worry that just because you had him feeling in a way he had never experienced before with any other woman, that you didn't feel the same.

His eyes were soft, hesitant, as he dragged his thumbs along your cheeks. "I'm sorry if I came off a little...strong. You kind of had me loosing my mind. But I meant it; that I want to be the only one you see. It's, uh... it's been a little while for me too. Nothing had ever really left right before. Not like this. And I would really like for this to be something serious. I want that with you."

You smiled back, a wide, beautifully blinding thing, and Luke felt the tension in his chest ease and relief, happiness, take its place. "I'd like that too," you replied softly, gazing up at him in wonder.

He couldn't stop himself from capturing your lips his his yet again.

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The whiskey glass was dangling loosely in Luke's fingers as he stared out of the window, at the sun starting to set over the mountains in the distance. Normally he found sunsets beautiful, but always tinged with melancholy. They had always represented the end of another empty day. Tonight, it felt different. Tonight, he saw the beauty, but didn't feel the sadness.

The light had almost completely faded by the time Trevor finally made an appearance. Luke didn't bother turning to face his brother. He didn't have to. He could feel the fury pouring off the other man.

"What the fuck was that today, huh?" Trevor hissed. "You know I have been trying to get with her!"

Luke's jaw clenched in anger when his brother mentioned you, his fingers tightening on the glass he held. "She deserves more than being just another one of your pump and dumps, Trevor."

"Oh and let me guess, you're the fucking golden boy that deserves her? That why your last girl dumped your ass for me?" Trevor's words were delivered with a nasty sneer, one that had Luke once again seeing red at the complete and casual disregard his brother had for him.

He wasn't thinking when he swung out at his brother, his fist landing solidly on the other man's jaw, knocking him back. "You fucking stay away from her, you hear me? Don't touch her, don't even talk to her. You are done with her. I am not going to let you fuck this up for me."

Luke's knuckles stung as he glared at his brother, waiting for whatever Trevor was going to say next, just knowing that his bother had something else cruel to say.

Trevor spit, saliva and blood mixing as it hit the hardwood floor. "Whatever man. You can keep the bitch. Although I'm sure you won't be able to hold on to her long. Poor, serious, boring Luke. I can wait. I'll enjoy plowing that sweet pussy all the more now."

Luke loved his brother. That was the only thing stilling his hand, keeping him from launching himself at Trevor again as the other man stalked away. Luke loved his brother. It was something he needed to constantly remind himself of, every single time Trevor opened his goddamn mouth.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to slow his breathing. It didn't matter what Trevor said. Luke knew you better than that. Knew you were the one he had been waiting for. Had known it since he had first laid eyes on you.

He took another breath and pulled his phone from back pocket, hitting your name in the messaging app.

Thinking of you.

The reply came quickly. Thinking about you too. I can't wait to see you again tomorrow :)

Me too. Goodnight sweetheart. Sweet dreams.

The sun was completely gone now. The room dark. But the glow from the phone screen was enough to light up the smile on Luke's face.