wander with me

You've got your face buried in the white and blue checkered picnic blanket. You're not sure how you ended up with your ass in the air and Ryland's cock sinking in and out of you, but you're not complaining. What started as a simple date out in the country has turned into one of your dirtiest daydreams come true.

Truthfully, a quick glance at the calendar would tell you that you're ovulating and that your body's desire to get pregnant is higher than ever.

Out here in the countryside, there's no one. Nothing. It's just the grasses swaying in the breeze, the rustling a simple white noise that fades to the back of your mind. The sun shines down upon you, peeking through the trees and casting everything in a warm, golden glow as it sinks towards the horizon. Birds sing their songs in the nearby trees, and the faint chirp of crickets can be heard in between the sounds of skin slapping skin and breathy, loud moans filling the air.

The scientist has got your mouth parted with moans of pleasure and drool spilling down the side of your face as he fucks you into the soft material of the picnic blanket. Your dress didn't even get taken the whole way off. One minute, you'd been softly kissing and giggling, and the next, your panties had been plucked from your hips and your ass shoved into the air with a firm arch in your back.

You're not complaining one bit. Ryland's got one big hand in your [colored] tresses while the other is balled up in the soft white material of your sundress. The hand he's got on your dress is using it as a grip to hold you just where he wants; a handle so he can keep you from straying when he pulls out of your cunt just to ram himself back in with a hard thrust.

Ryland's drilling into you with firm, calculated snaps of his hips. The scientist is grunting praises into your ear about how beautiful and perfect you are, blue eyes fluttering as he watches you take everything he gives without complaint. He's even groaning about how good you feel wrapped around his cock. How he's never had such a pretty girl who's so good for him. How there will never be another like you.

You're moaning like a bitch in heat - you are - as he fucks into you. He hasn't even toyed with your clit and you can feel your first orgasm creeping up like a freight train. When it does start to wash over you, you can't even give him a warning. Your mouth just falls open with a dumb, fucked out expression covering your face as pleasure explodes throughout your body.

But Ryland's nowhere near done with you.

So, without slipping out of your leaking pussy, he guides your limp body the whole way out of your dress and sets it off to the side of the blanket. Gently and with ease, the scientist gets you flipped over underneath him so he can see his lover face to face.

And he's on you without hesitation.

How beautiful you look underneath him like this.

The sun's dying rays paint you golden. From your soft skin to the [colored] threads of your hair sprawled under your head like a halo. With pink lips parted with moans of content from your first climax, your beauty is punctuated by the fireflies starting to light up the grass around you in a slow flicker. The world is quiet and you're panting, trying to get your breathing under control from the pleasure Ryland's brought you.

It's as you're returning to him that Ryland takes one of his big hands and cups your face, leaning down to give you a long, slow kiss that's bruising and deep. He ensures his cock is buried the whole way inside your cunt with small, shallow thrusts until he can't reach any further.

He's desperate for his own release, but this is more important.

You are more important.

That hand on your face drifts when he pulls back from the kiss, slow to rest his forehead against your own. The air is thick and heavy, a silent intention known to Ryland but unknown to you. His deft digits trace over the smoothness of your skin - down the length of your jawline to the life blood in your neck.

Further those fingertips travel - across the lines of your collarbones before veering down to his favorite breast to play with. This one he squeezes softly, before the digits slip across the valley between your breasts to brush over the second one and he swirls his finger around the budded nipple.

You just watch him move, wondering what he's thinking.

All the while, your body is responding to his touch - revving up for another round and aching for him to take whatever he wants from you. You'll be good. You have to be.

Then, that pretty hand of his explores each rib before flattening over your lower stomach, warm and all encompassing. Ryland leans down to your ear, head tilted and voice thick and husky, "Let's make that family, baby."

Where the hand of the scientist rests, the outline of his cock can be seen in the form of a distinct bulge in your lower belly. Your hand is following his when his words click in your mind.

He's going to give you what you've always dreamed about.

A lump forms hard and fast in your throat, and your smaller hand settles next to his, trembling. Ryland makes room where his hand is laid so that you can feel where his cock is buried inside of you. And he waits, inquisitive eyes scanning your face as you start processing everything he's saying and what he's not.

That bulge of his cock can't replace that of a swollen womb, but this is the closest you'll ever get to experiencing that beauty of the human body.

Growing another life.

"Feel that, Y/n? That's where our family is going to grow. Right there, sweetheart. Right inside of your womb."

With your hands side by side over your abdomen, Ryland presses his forehead against yours, noses brushing and lips nearly colliding. The scientist starts rolling his hips, pumping his cock in and out of you an inch at a time. Slowly. Gently. Tenderly.

He lets you feel him. He lets you feel his cock. He lets you feel his heart. He lets you feel the loss. He lets you feel the pain. He lets you feel every emotion that you need and want to feel.

Because the emotions come and they come fast. He knew they would. That's why he waited for this moment.

Tears are welling up in your eyes, and you wrap an arm around Ryland's neck to hold him close to you. You can't bring yourself to speak on it. What you're sharing is raw and sensitive. A pain you hold close to your heart. An acceptance Ryland has that seems as vast as space. This pain you feel, he feels it too.

It's a grievance over the life you won't get to have.

But you know it's okay.

He knows it's okay.

You'll both be okay.

Each thrust of his has Ryland's lips brushing over yours, soft moans slipping out of his lips as he holds himself back. He has to serve you first. This is about you tonight. He uses that hand on your lower abdomen to press down on the bulge in your stomach as he completely engulfs you.

"I'll give you everything," he whispers against your mouth, stifling a moan so he can tell you this clearly. You deserves to hear this unmarred by his pleasure. "My darling, you can have whatever you want. Whenever you want, sweetheart. All you have to do is ask."

You can't fight the tears streaming down your cheeks, mouth brushing against his. A shaky breath is sucked in through your mouth before you whimper back, "I- I want a baby."

"I'll give you one." There's an urgency in his voice. His reply was near immediate. "You want a baby boy?"

You shake your head up and down. Yes. You work at staving off a sob as Ryland continues to pump his cock in and out of your cunt, each movement slow and deliberate. He's right there, never letting you go. He's giving you what you want. "You want a baby girl, too?" he asks, lips curling into a small smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth. "I can give you a baby girl, sweetheart."

You can only nod again, whispering, "I want them," another set of tears streaming down your cheeks. Those [colored] eyes flutter shut, willing the tears to stop.

"I'll give you however many you want, my love." Ryland gently leans down, kissing your tears away as he repeatedly drags his cock in and out of your walls. Each movement carries a promise. He'll give you a boy. He'll give you a girl. He'll give you the whole family. A litter of kids to keep track of. He'd do it.

If only he could.

Only when your tears have dried does Ryland pull back from where he's resting against you, hips still working to bring you closer and closer to the edge. He sits back from where he's draped over you so he's kneeling, dragging you with him so your ass is in the air and his hands can slip underneath you to support your back.

"You'll look so pretty full of my babies," he hums before panting once, watching the way your cunt greedily sucks his cock in and the way your belly swells each time he's completely buried inside of you. "So pretty with a belly growing our children. They'll look just like you."

His pace grows a little faster and his hands grow a little firmer as he plunges into your pussy, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. "All of them will be just as- as gorgeous as you, my love." One of Ryland's hands finds your belly again, flattening over the appearing and disappearing bulge with a groan. "You'll be such- such a good mother-"

Your pleasure grows the more he talks you through it, and you're doing everything you can to fight off the sobs in your chest. It's nearly too much. Exploring a fantasy that will never be a reality. And Ryland knows it, so he lowers your hips back down until you're settled against the soft material of the picnic blanket. Just like that, he's covering you again, putting himself back into your focus as he brings you both closer and closer to climaxing.

"Let's make that family, baby," Ryland murmurs again, this time his own desperation creeping into his voice. "Let me knock you up tonight, Y/n/n, let me give you the family you want."

All you can do is nod eagerly, brokenly, as your cheeks are permanently stained with tears.

Ryland's hips roll and snap, and with a few pants from him and a long, needy moan from you, you both chase the release you've been looking for. You each moan the other's name as you cum, and Ryland gives you everything he can. Your cunt clamps around his cock, milking him of his seed and painting the walls of your pussy white. With one final groan and thrust, Ryland seats his cock as far inside of your cunt as he can to keep his seed from spilling out of you.

It doesn't matter it's all for not.

For tonight, he's getting you pregnant and giving you the family you want.

Even if it's only a fairytale.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Court is very quiet in his aftercare. Not that he tries to be quiet, but he gets contemplative. At least initially. Once you're both coming down for your highs or he's watching the bliss on your face, he likes holding you. For a long time. Arms wrapped around you, tucking you under his chin. Eventually, he will either fall asleep once he knows you're already passed out, or he'll slip to the bathroom to grab a towel to get you cleaned up.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Court is an ass man. Also a thighs man. But he's an ass man. He loves slipping his hands down to his lover's ass - big, small, flat, round - he doesn't care. He loves squeezing it. Holding you close. Especially because he can drop his hands from there to rub at your thighs - which he loves having wrapped around his head. For himself? Well, he doesn't think there's a whole lot about him that's that great. But he does like the way you trail your hands over his chest. He's worked hard to get and maintain a physique like he has, so he'd probably say something like that.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Court is very aware of when he's about to cum. It's more so a matter of if he cares he doesn't have a condom on or not. If he knows you're on the pill or use another type of contraceptive, oh that man is cumming inside you all day and all night. Dare I say... breeding kink, Court? But at the same time, he likes pulling out and cumming on your back when fucking you in doggy style, and he likes cumming on your belly in missionary. Seeing you painted in his seed gives him that extra gratification that you're his. He also cums a lot. It's everywhere. Hot.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Court, when he's working for the CIA, is the type that's jerked himself off thinking about you when he's away. He knows he shouldn't. You're just a partner or intel operative or even just a normal citizen with no connection to his line of work. That doesn't stop him from thinking about your pretty lips or the curves of your body. He wraps his hand around his cock and he groans your name, wishing it was your hand around his length and not his.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's got some experience. Some hookups here and there, sleeping with informants to get the information he needs. Book lovers, you know about Laura and Zoya. He knows what he's doing. If anything, he's an expert at reading body language, and he can and will communicate with his partner.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Mating press. A deep, raw missionary where he's got your legs hooked up over his shoulders and he's bending you in half. He likes it when you're under him. It's an evolved missionary - it's special with you. He loves the way you're pinned under him, the way your hair settles on the pillow under your head. It's intimate and he can touch every part of you he wants to. But, if you both want it hard and rough? Well, he can deliver in this position. He's broken a headboard or two by reaching up and holding onto it too tightly... but he has to admit he loves the look on your face when you realize the bed is falling apart because of him. It's simultaneously adorable and turns him on.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Court takes sex very seriously - but that doesn't mean he won't allow himself to have fun. A lot of the time with you - he wants to show you just how much he loves you and cares for you. That he doesn't take lightly. He's a man, though. And he gets pent up and frustrated. That's when he's really serious and just needs to blow off steam. He'll never EVER hurt you. But he will be rough. Court's also the type that once he settles down and hangs up the title of The Gray Man, he'll loosen up. He can chuckle and fuck you against the wall while you're wearing a pretty apron and making him breakfast on a Sunday morning. He can smile and huff as you try to ride him on the couch before bed but you're running out of steam. It's still not something he takes lightly, but he allows himself to enjoy the imperfections.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Dare I say... Court is a little on the less groomed side. He'll clean up when he's got time, but man's an assassin and on the run. He ain't got time to stay super well groomed. If he knows he's got a date night with you or he's planning on taking you to bed, well, he'll clean himself up a little. Carpet indeed matches the drapes. Dark, dark blonde, nearly brown pubic hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Court might not be a lover boy or hopeless romantic, but he knows how to love you. He takes sex seriously, and if he's got something planned for you, it is planned - just like a mission. He'll light candles and get music playing. Probably no rose petals or any crazy fancy suits, but he'll put something on that he knows you like on him. When it's not a special day and he's finding himself bare with you, his intimacy is all in the praise he gives and the way he holds eye contact. His hands and mouth worship your body, and his actions speak louder than most words.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Court... doesn't jack off a lot. Those very rare instances when you're still pining for one another, maybe once or twice. The first time, it's a guilty pleasure. The second just confirms he needs to tell you how he feels. How embarrassing is it to be fucking his hand like a horny teenager groaning your name one day and then look you in the eyes the following day, pretending like he wasn't thinking about you wrapped around his cock? Once the two of you get together? He's got no need for it. He'll hunt you down or will it away. He's got impeccable self-restraint.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Well let's see... Definitely praise kink - both to give and receive. Size kink too. He loves the way you slot underneath him and the way he can toss you over his shoulder. Doesn't mind period sex one bit. If it helps you? He's all about it. Court could definitely be the type to tie his partner up if they're really sure about it - but I don't see him liking it to an extreme. Reminds him too much of his line of work. Court's definitely into a breeding kink in some way shape or form. He might be nervous about having kids, but thinking about burying himself deep inside your cunt? Watching as your breasts swell with milk and your belly grow with his child? It's a fantasy for him. A life he's never gotten to have or dream of having. It was just never possible until now.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Hehe... the bed, of course, but... The wall. In the hallway, in the shower. Doesn't matter. He loves taking you against the wall. Also bent over the kitchen counter. Maybe it's first thing in the morning, or it's the last thing before bed. Man loves burying his head between your thighs and making you cry his name out before getting something to actually eat. He'll leave you trembling on the counter to grab you a glass of water, smirking proudly to himself as you come back to Earth.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Court's simple. But that doesn't mean he's easy. If you put something skimpy on? Yeah, he's feeling heat in his belly. He can push it down with the curious raise of a brow. Now if you put some lingerie on? Well, you put effort in. He's not going to deny you. What gets him is you just being you. The hair in a messy bun, glasses on, his shirt falling off your shoulder kind of being you. If he's coming home from a mission and is frustrated or amped up about it? It doesn't take much. Sometimes just the feeling of your hair slipping through his hair can get him. It depends.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Court will not go past your limits. Ever. The last thing he wants to do is scare you. There is no negotiating that. He's spent his life killing and hurting others. He would never forgive himself if he went too far. He can get rough - he'll spank you and he'll wrap his hand around your throat to kiss you or hold you down - but he's very clear about making sure it doesn't hurt or that he's not scaring you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Court is a giver and a thigh man. You can guarantee he's buried between your thighs nearly every day if you'd let him. He loves the way your hips try to roll and buck. He'll just pin them down with a thick arm over your waist. Eats pussy like a starved man. Loves to edge you - bringing you right to the brink before slowing down. Just so he can spend more time with your taste on his tongue. But because he's a man... he loves fucking your face, too. Blinking up at him from your knees with those pretty eyes? Oh he'll come undone so quick.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Court prefers to take his time, but there are some days it just doesn't happen. When he's got the time, he's taking it at a snail's pace. He wants you itching and begging for him. He wants you so turned on you're near dripping because he hasn't touched you where you want him to most. He'll give you everything you want. But on his terms. He at least tries to give your cunt time to stretch around his cock. He'll give it to you slow for a minute to make sure you're alright, and then he'll snap his hips up and fuck you into the mattress. Court typically falls right down the middle - slow and sensual but as the pleasure builds, so does his speed and the roughness of his thrusts.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Court enjoys a quickie. He'd rather take his time and make you fall apart on his terms, but he's not opposed to a quickie when time is limited. Especially if he's coming home from a rough mission? He's not lasting long, but that's okay. He's got good stamina and can go several rounds.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Court will try something as long as he deems it safe. He takes enough risks in his work and he himself is a walking risk. With you? You're the one place he finds safety and security. He has to place a lot of trust in you, so I think he would be very cautious. Simple stuff? Absolutely. You want him to fuck you in front of a mirror? Oh he's game. You want him to use a vibrator on your clit? Sure, he'll give it a go once.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Court's got stamina for days. If he's pent up or frustrated from a mission, he won't last long. But he's got a short recovery time so he's back at it fast. When he's taking care of you the way he would like to, he can last for a long time and go several rounds. He's a very thorough lover and he wants to make sure you're quaking before he lets himself cum.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Court's not big into it, but he will give it a fair shake. He prefers using his body to bring you pleasure. He's only ever used it to bring pain and death. With you, he finds a new purpose. And that's hindered with toys. So it would take a lot of convincing. He could be the type to use a remote vibrator on his lover, but he would have to feel very secure at that point in the relationship.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he loves to tease. Court loves getting your worked up, aching for him. He'll pat your ass while walking past. He'll press a kiss to your neck and then disappear. When he's pulling your clothes off, he'll ask, "You sure you want me to take this off for you?" while smirking because he knows you'll desperately whine. A good, "Tell me what you want. Use your words." Loves to edge you and bring you right to the brink before pulling back. He's never condescending, and he always makes sure you're more than okay with everything he's doing.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Growling Gentry. He growls and groans. His voice gets low and rich, and he'll spew praise for you. He's not the loudest, but he learns quickly that the more you can hear of him, the more turned on you get. And he wants to bring you the most pleasure he can.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Really loves mirror sex. At least, he likes pleasuring you in front of the mirror. He can see and feel you when he holds you in front of him, your ass to his chest. He can snake his hand down between your legs and watch the look on your face as you feel him touch your core and lean back against his aching cock. He likes to give praise here, forcing that eye contact and forcing you to love yourself the way he does.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's thick and long. This man is HUNG. Curves off to the right and up. Whole thing turns a pretty shade of pink, with the tip more red. He's got a thick vein on the underside of his cock. He's not the type to leak precum a whole lot unless it's been a while.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Court can go a long ass time without getting some. Does he want to go that long without? No. Can he? Yes. Once he's in a stable relationship, he's the type to want it once a week, if not more. He doesn't want you to think that's all you're good for - but he does find a lot of intimacy wrapped up in the sheets with you. He's certainly down for more if your drive is higher than his - but if he's busy or you're extra needy? Be warned. He's gonna make you work for it. Big time. But he'll give you a big release if you're good...

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Court takes a long time to fall asleep initially. He waits for you to fall asleep first every single time. He has to make sure there's nothing but bliss on your mind as you drift off. It takes him a while to allow himself to settle and enjoy. But the further he gets into the relationship, the faster he lets himself drift off. He definitely enjoys snuggling, but he wants to make sure you're cleaned up and feeling okay before he falls asleep. Even better if he's buried balls deep inside you when you fall asleep. No better way to do it in his opinion.