#i have been v cozy and cuddled up

[peculiarbeauty]

hiii <3

[hispg]

Longing for love

Pairings: R2! Leon X Fem! Reader

Summary: It's your birthday, and your childhood friend wants to make it special.

Wc: 2.4k

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, p in v, loss of virginity (both sides), pet names, soft sex, making out, slight oral( f receiving).

An: I know I promised I'd post this last week, but this week I was feeling down about writing anything. Just as I haven't replied to asks or comments, I'll probably reply to them tonight.

I don't know what happened, I had so much to write and ended up writing almost nothing. Anyway, I'll try to finish what I've already got half-written and try to post it over the next few days!

I really hope this bad mood passes soon, and I thank you all for your love. 🫶🏻

It was a special day, your birthday. You had nothing special planned, nothing other than lying in the comfort of your bed watching some series on your laptop.

Even though you had told your childhood friend, Leon, that you didn't want anything special today, he refused to accept it.

It was your birthday, how could he pass it up? Even though he didn't have the best financial conditions in the world, he spared no expense in giving you a shiny necklace with a heart as a pendant.

If it were up to him, he would give you anything you asked for. Because he thought you deserved all the best the world could offer.

And here he was, spoiling you with sweet, wet kisses, holding you down on the bed while he gave your forehead one last kiss before whispering:

"Are you sure you don't want anything?" You'd lost count of how many times he'd asked you that during the night.

You knew he could get you anything you wanted, all you had to do was ask.

"No, Lee..." You said softly, clutching and snuggling into him.

He nodded, tangling his fingers in your hair and playing with the strands, holding you so close to him that the two of you had your bodies pressed together.

The bed seemed so cozy for both of you, the covers that were wrapped around your bodies as the two of you exchanged these light caresses.

You couldn't have been happier on your birthday, cuddling up to him while the gentle rain fell outside.

Leon felt his heart flutter every time he saw you all dolled up in a light purple dress, looking like a princess. Wearing your prettiest earrings, glossy lips that had left a raspberry taste in his mouth that made him keep licking his lips because of it.

"You know... I saw a dress..." Leon begins, and you already know where this is going to end.

He always says he sees something that reminds him of you, and every time he ends up bringing it as a present for you, with the excuse that you'd look perfect wearing what he's bought.

"Leon, you don't have to..." You whisper, kissing him on the lips.

He closed his eyes with a soft smile, pressing you a little closer against him.

"But I'd love to..." He says with that cocky smile you already know well.

You giggle, kissing his cheeks several times. He always got frustrated and embarrassed when you did this, his cheeks getting hot from the act.

But he'd be lying if he said he didn't love it every time you showered him with kisses. The feel of your lips on his skin was something he would never forget.

Without even realizing it, he gripped your hips a little harder, getting goosebumps when your breasts grazed his chest from how close you were to him.

Once you'd finished what you'd started, the proud smile plastered across your face.

"Why are you blushing?" You asked with mischief and sweetness in your voice, biting your lip as you looked at him.

You watched his lips come together and press, a sketch of a pout there. His eyes locked with yours, his arms wrapped around your waist.

God, how could he resist that? How could he resist you?

He swears he was trying to ignore the situation, trying to ignore the way you were so close to him, your warm body crashing against his.

Maybe he was being daring, but he took the opportunity a step further, placing a light kiss on your neck. Letting his lips linger there for a few moments.

The response that came from you pleased him, he heard your breathing hitch, your chest descend and rise more visibly. He knew you liked it.

"Maybe I want something..." You whispered, looking at him with a certain shyness.

You knew that the two of you had already crossed the line into friendship, not least because you doubted that friends kissed or got that close. But when he looked at you in such a sweet way, something in you melted.

"Say... I can give you anything you want..." He whispers, lightly caressing your cheeks.

You bite your lip, leaning your forehead against his once more, and soon the sweet words are coming from your lips:

"A kiss?" It wasn't the first time you'd kissed, but the way you asked for it this time, so sweetly, the smile was kind of drawn on your face.

Who was Leon to say no?

"Whatever you want, princess." That's all he said before kissing you.

It started in a loving and gentle way, his lips moving against yours in sync, his fingers caressing your waist with affection and delicacy.

Your hands wrapped in his hair as his tongue traced your lower lip, asking for passage into your mouth. And you didn't deny it.

You don't know how it happened, or how a simple make out session turned into languid, sloppy kisses, his hands grabbing every bit of skin he could find, not wasting a single precious second to touch you.

And before you knew it, he was on top of you, his hands slowly coming down to hold your hips. And knowing how far this was going to go, you didn't try to do anything to stop it.

In the blink of an eye he had already taken off your dress, his lips trailing down your neck as he grasped the waistband of your panties, taking no time to remove them at once.

His eyes went wide once you were naked in front of him, his cock aching from the rush of seeing you like this.

"Can I...?" All he wanted was your permission to continue or to stop, it was up to you.

You nodded shyly, letting him do whatever he wanted.

And that was all he needed to continue. He moved his face down to your belly, kissing softly and sweetly across your skin, leaving no part untouched. He was so anxious that he could barely think straight, the only thing he wanted to feel was what it would be like to be inside you.

So he needed to prepare you, right? And once he saw how wet you were already getting with just a few kisses, it wasn't long before he thought of a solution to get you soaking wet.

His hands gripped your thighs, you could tell he was as nervous as you were. The blush on his cheeks, the way he was biting his lower lip to hold back the sounds he might make at the sight of you in this situation.

He'd never seen you naked like this, but he'd be lying if he said he hadn't imagined this situation multiple times.

But now that you were here in front of him, it was a completely different story.

Before you could look at him, you felt his warm lips on your thighs, giving you light, wet kisses.

As if he was afraid and apprehensive of making any moves, he had never done that in his life, he was just following what he thought was right, maybe he could call it instinct or something.

His warm, soft lips gave you goose bumps, made your body shudder under his body, you gasped and arched your body gently.

His every touch was capable of making your thoughts go blank and you forget the world around you, as if nothing else mattered. Just the two of you there.

He also couldn't stop salivating once he saw your wet folds, the state he'd managed to leave you in with just a few kisses and caresses. Your throbbing pussy almost begging for him, a sight that sent an electrifying pulse to his hard cock.

You held back from moaning when you felt his hot breath against your sex.

It wasn't long before you were shuddering at his touch, the way he was so delicate as he planted kisses in your folds, he was so tender that it was simply attractive to watch. His blue eyes staring at you, just to make sure you were comfortable with it all, and that you wanted it as much as he did.

As soon as he saw that you were ready for him, he began to undress. In a hurried and clumsy way he took off his clothes, throwing them into a corner of the room.

You were mesmerized by his body, strong and muscular, so defined that you could salivate just looking at it.

Once again he was lying on top of you, his lips pressed to yours in a hot kiss.

You only heard him fisting himself a little, before he began to guide his tip into your entrance. You knew from the kiss he was giving you that he wanted to make you focus only on him, making you as comfortable as possible.

So he slowly entered you, calmly and patiently, all the while asking you if it was okay and if he could continue. The situation was new and strange for both of you, so reluctance was more than normal.

Once he had sunk into you, he could have sworn to God that he was holding back from cumming, the sensation of your warm, wet walls was more than enough to finish him off.

But he held on, held on and tried his best to stop the thoughts of simply exploding inside you here and now.

And he hovered over you, simply rigid on top of you, just as his hard cock didn't move an inch from where it was.

He felt your discomfort, the way you hissed a little when he put it in, and if you were being honest, it stung considerably.

He stood still, that is until you both got used to the foreign feeling.

But even then, he kept giving you soft kisses on the cheek, whispering sweet nothings to help you relax.

"I love you so much..." He whispered sweetly in your ear, giving the area light kisses and licks.

You moaned softly at his touch, instinctively wrapping your legs around his hips, entwining with him in such an erotic and intimate way.

And in yet another of his gestures, he entwined his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand tightly as he gazed at you with those gentle blue eyes.

It was a gaze so tender, so loving, a gaze that was reserved for you, only you.

"You can move..." You say softly, looking at him shyly.

He gets the message, and slowly starts to move, in a shallow and calm way, he had no intention of rushing things.

Not least because he could see how nervous you were, or how much your pussy clenched around him, even though he had stimulated you, had prepared you to loosen up more.

"So tight..." He moans softly, giving your lips a gentle kiss.

The way he was so tender, so tenuous as he thrust into you, he didn't even move much, just enough to cause a little friction.

Not least because he didn't even know what you liked at those times, it was two inexperienced lovers learning at once.

"Lee..." You call softly, gently biting your lower lip as you look at him.

Surely he noticed the way your hips began to move against his, as if your body knew exactly what to do in this situation.

He took this as a green light, and began to pick up the pace, still making a point of giving you kisses and caresses all over your body.

You felt your mind getting so heavy, his cock reaching places so deep, points so sensitive that you couldn't even imagine.

It was all so good, certainly better than you imagined.

In one swift movement he removed one of his hands from yours, moving down your belly until he reached your crotch, where he stopped respectfully. Not wanting to do anything without your permission.

"Is it okay if I....?" He asked, placing his index finger next to your clit.

He wanted to know what you liked, what felt good, and he was going to start here. With your bundle of nerves.

"Y-yes... Please." You asked in a sly voice, and he could even see the pout that formed on your lips.

He smiled against your neck, giving the area a hickey, leaving a small mark. And then there was his thumb, smoothing over your clit, making small, delicate circles on the sensitive flesh, making you roll your eyes and moan louder with each movement.

He eased off when he felt you loosening up more, and with that he understood that he could increase the speed of his hips, and so he did.

Now the dirty, wet sounds echoed through the room, his heavy balls slapping against you and making that characteristic skin-on-skin noise.

But neither of you cared, so lost in that moment that the least of your problems was the profanity that came out of your mouths in the form of words.

Your heavy breaths came together as one, in the purest of synchronies. He was close, and so were you.

But as far as he was involved, your pleasure came first, so he would hold back as long as he could so that you would come first.

"Leon... I think I'm going to cum." You say in a low moan, feeling a new sensation forming in the pit of your stomach.

Your walls squeezing so tightly around him, and him trying his best to hold back. With a strangled groan you felt your hot fluid pouring out of you, your body arching and crashing against his as you came.

It was enough to send him over the edge too, and he almost didn't take his cock out of you, he was so lost in your expression of ecstasy that he forgot he wasn't wearing a condom.

He even thought about cumming in your belly, but was genuinely apprehensive of making a mistake and making a mess. So he pulled out of you, fisting himself and cumming on the sheets. Moaning and grunting as his cum spurted onto the silk sheets.

You were both tired from the recent orgasm, and he took the opportunity to lie on top of you and hold you close.

"On your belly next time?" He asks softly, a shy, mischievous smile appearing on his lips.

You smile, trying to hide the blush on your cheeks with your hands, hugging him as he relaxes on top of you.

"Yes, next time." You whisper, closing your eyes and storing the moment in your memory.

You couldn't have hoped for anyone better to lose your virginity to, and for sure, Leon couldn't have had anyone better either.

You can believe it was your best birthday.

[florencesf1blog]

hii I hope you’re doing well I’ve been loving your writing recently!! I wanted to request Carlos x fem reader that’s based at home, v fluffy a bit angsty about him overthinking his future and getting a bit emotional from the stress and pressure comforting him with long hugs a cozy nap after cuddles and finishing off with “I don’t know what I’d do without you”🥰

Thanks in advsnceee💕

nothing without you.

Carlos Sainz x Reader

In which your boyfriend is helpless without you.

Words: 645 Warnings: none

Things had been tense around your boyfriend lately. Ever since it was announced that Lewis Hamilton would be joining Ferarri in 2025, things felt off.

It started out fine, the first race ending in a podium place. The appendicitis seemed like a major set back, until he managed to win the race in Australia. It wasn't until his home ace that he realized the seriousness of his situation.

The amount of talk, the rumors that had been spreading about his future seemed to put a lot of pressure on him. Although it came across as if everything had been thought out, he was not half as calm and collective as he pretended to be.

You glance over at the nervous man next to you, his index finger repeatedly tapping the side of his phone. trying to ignore it, you go back to focus on your own thing. But the constant movement in the corner of your eye made it so you couldn't concentrate.

Once again, you turn your head in his direction. "What is it?" you ask him, eyebrow slightly raised. In that moment, it's like he snaps out of a trance. He quickly turns his head to look at you, looking at you like he forgot you were there. "Qué?" (what?) he asks, staring at you with those wide eyes.

The stressed look on his face doesn't go unnoticed, and you bring up a hand to hold is chin. Almost instinctively, he leans into your touch and your thumb rubs over his stubble. "You need to take your mind off of things. You'll worry yourself to death" you tell him calmly.

"It doesn't work like that. I don't have a lot of time left, i need to do this now" he sighs, turning his head away from you and your grasp. his attention turns back to his phone, the tenseness returning in his shoulders.

"Carlos." you say in a somewhat stern tone. But his attention stays on his phone, ignoring you while he tries to focus. "Caaarloooos..." you call out, stretching the syllables. You prop yourself up on your elbow as you roll over to face him, starting to get annoyed. "Carlos put th-"

"Por favor, do you mind?!" (please) he abruptly snaps at you, the overwhelming tension getting the best of him. He notices the way your face falters and your shoulders slump, and he's immediately met with a pang of guilt.

"Espera lo siento cariño..." (wait im sorry honey) he mutters, clearly regretting his words as his big eyes seemed to turn glassy. He was afraid of how you'd respond to his little outburst, knowing you were the one person he needed through all of this.

"Carlos just put the phone down" you tell him, a sympathetic look on your face. Little did he know you knew him far too well to be scared away by some tiny outburst.

He lowers his phone, slowly turning it off. "I didn't-" he starts, but you cut him off instantly. "I know. But you need to listen to me and take a break. Even if it's just tonight."

A small sigh escapes him, a tiny nod of his head going along. He shifts, moving further down under the covers and placing his head on your chest. Usually, it'd be you receiving the comfort from him. But he needed this, and you knew it too.

You almost want to mock him with the way he rests on you, a small pout on his lips. But you refrain from doing so, deciding to save the mockery for another time. His arms go around your waist as he nestles his face in your chest.

Your hand goes up to play with his hair as the other settles on rubbing his back. "I don't know what i'd do without you" he mumbles before slowly falling into a deep slumber.

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A/N: thankyoouu anon, you are too sweet. i hope youll enjoy this work like my others! :) i wanted to finish this earlier but got lazy tbh so here it is. also ignore any typos i checked but i tend to overlook.

[daisylovestickles]

Story Time With Daisy

Yesterday, I spent the day with @abc321

Let me tell you. This man was a COMPLETE gentleman; I was swooning the whole day. We went out to Target first to buy supplies since his roommate was hope and he opened all the doors for me. We bought make up brushes, fluffy pipe cleaners, and shoe laces. We tried to find some restraints but were unsuccessful. While we were driving around, I put my foot in his lap (picture coming soon) which made his brain fuzzy. He gave me a nice foot massage and I'm surprised how calm and collected he stayed while driving. We talked beforehand and asked some of our friends who would be the first to tickle who. I honestly thought I'd tickle him first because recently he's been very lee for me and it's been adorable. But gosh, did I underestimate his ler skills. He started tickling my knees and feet in the car and I couldn't hold my giggles back. I also spent some time massaging his hands and wrists, since he's a drummer, and noticed that some of my softer movements made him squirm.

When we got back to his place, we got comfortable in his bed and he immediately wanted me to start tickling him first (so adorable). He knew he was somewhat ticklish, especially on his feet, but wasn't sure about anywhere else. So I made sure to test every single one of his spots. And boy was he the most adorably ticklish person ever! He loves light tickles on his neck and arms, but digging in is more affective when going from his underarms down his ribs, sides, and to his stomach and hips. Don't even get me started on his feet. That's his weak spot.

We got into our first tickle fight where I was laying on his ankle and tickling one of his feet while his fingers were attached to my hips and v-line. Every time he'd try to count down or try to make me safe word, I'd just start tickling his foot again and the cycle continued for a good while. I'm a tough girl so I didn't safe word at all yesterday.

Alec tried tickling me too, and since we didn't have a blindfold, I used his shirt to cover my face and put my arms up like the good girl I try to be. He explored all my tickle spots and made little comments about how ticklish I was. And my gosh the way this man can change the tone of his voice when he's in a ler mood had me 😵‍💫

Not only that, but Alec is super smart. I may have made some "nerd" comments about his knowledge on the human anatomy, but the way he was describing how some parts of the body react to certain sensations made me lose my train of thought every time and melt into a giggly puddle.

Also no one ever mention to me how ticklish certain tendons are because that word just makes me 🫠

We also cuddled a lot, which was so nice. We made a lot of pop culture references and giggled so much while being in each others' arms. Alec is so comfortable and cozy and made me feel safe the whole time I was there.

For the last little bit of time we had together, I made Alec lay on his stomach while I tested some of the new tools out. His reactions were so adorable when I used the make up brushes in between his toes while I tickled his sides and the backs of his thighs.

I'm so glad Alec and I live so close to each other because I've been thinking about our session all morning and just want more. Thank you so much for making my day special yesterday 💛

[victoria-grimesss]

tear you apart - part V

masterlist

->Pairing: König x fem!reader

->Words: 2.4K

->Warning: MDNI!, fluff, König is in love, soft sensual romantic smut, somnophilia, oral (female receiving) 

->A/N: Not as long as the other parts but I have big plans for the next one :)

The ride back to the base is uneventful, well not as eventful as the ride there. You chat and learn more about König and he learns about you. You share each other's favorite food and movie genre. You hold hands like a real couple and he brings your hand to his covered mouth to kiss it. 

The romantics end at the entrance of the base. He’s a gentleman and carries your bag back to your room, he leaves with a hand on your hip and a whisper of promises later, then returns to his. No-one seemed to notice you were gone and you were fine with that. 

The afternoon light filters through your window and there’s a thin layer of dust on the dresser, you note to clean later before inspections, not that you use your room often anymore.

When you leave your room, König plays heavily on your mind. He says such sweet things to you, and his actions prove his words. Hard to believe this is all real sometimes.

The gym is buzzing at this time, a group of new recruits train at the sparring mats, that’s marked with a flag in your mind where König first touched you. Now it’s a bunch of newbies scrambling and thrashing around. 

You start at one of the machines and you amuse yourself by watching the new people work, your time flows by.

The locker room is just as busy, it’s a bit irritating to bump into other sweaty people when you just want to shower. 

The warm water soothes your muscles and you close your eyes and imagine you’re back at König’s place. You’d rather be there. You imagine settling down with him, kicking up your feet beside him and watching some cheesy movie cuddled up. Maybe you’d get a couple chickens, plant some veggies, watch him chop wood…

Some other women laugh loudly outside the shower door and you snap back to where you are, not in his cozy hillside cabin with a meadow, you’re in the military shower with something suspicious growing in the corner. Your feet squeak in the shower shoes, you shut off the water and you towel dry off, dressing quickly.

—

The intercom goes off overhead, your name and König’s are listed as are a few others to meet in the briefing room. Your hair is still damp and pulled tightly into a bun when you enter the room, König isn't here yet but your captain and a few others are seated.

You greet your captain and sit, preparing for the meeting.

König enters,

All eyes shift on him, he is in charge after all and that thought has you buzzing with pride. Top of the food chain and he's all yours, the others don’t know he took you to his private home and kissed every part of you. They don’t know how many nights he’s taken you in this building. Sure, they know the surface level facts, it’s frowned upon, your relationship. But who in the world is going to go against König. Who would dare approach him, look him dead in the eyes and tell him he can’t be with the woman he loves? 

No-one.

So you sit a little straighter, your hands crossed on the table as you sit pretty and await his every word. His eyes haven't left you since he entered so he knows. 

“There is intel that needs to be gathered in an enemy targeted area, the people present in the room have been declared as more competent for the job.”

He goes on to explain the job and what will happen, in and out.

Next week you, along with the others will be shipped out. It’s your first mission since transfer and being alongside König eases your nerves and boosts your confidence in the team.

His eyes flit to you every now and then and you meet them, he speaks confidently, shoulders back and head high he towers over all else. You’re in love.

“Dismissed.”

Everyone stands and leaves the room besides König and you, serving a hot dish of deja-vu.

You walk slower to the open door and you wait before leaving and he of course shoots a hand out to block you, his eyes are humorous.

“Haven't we done this before?” You tease.

“Ah and this time is more delightful than the last.” His other hand is on your hip now his thumb moving circles.

One of your hands moves to his chest, you eye the hallway to make sure you’re free of watchers.

“That was nice, seeing your place.”

“Yea? I’ll take you again soon, promise.”

His eyes burn into yours and your mind swims with thoughts of him.

“You kill me you know?” He’s smiling under his mask.

“Really? How so?”

“Each moment I am away from you I yearn to be with you. When I entered this room I only saw you. I have never encountered someone who has enraptured me and you do. I am confident in your ability in the field but I still worry.”

Your hand moves up and strokes his shoulder.

“I’ll have you by my side, as well as an amazing team you put together. No need to worry my love.”

He glides his hand smoothly for your hip to your waist.

“You’re right Schatz.”

He ponders for a minute and holds you close, his nose resting on the top of your head as he inhales and files your scent away in his memory. He’s a highly trained military colonel, he’s seen loss on a large scale and seen so many coffins enter the ground. It makes sense to have you on this mission but he’s sure he’ll have trouble sleeping.

“I hate to part with you but I have much to do before we leave. Look over the file ok? Be ready.” 

He leaves you with a kiss to your hand under the mask, and you savor it.

—

It’s raining when you’re out in the courtyard this time, not as cold as when you first got here but there’s still a bite with the wind. Your hood is over your head and you just stand in the rain feeling it hit your jacket and roll off. The sun has set by now and most are asleep or in the mess-hall, you always take every little thing in, soak up each small quality life gives you before a mission. The way the air smells when it rains, smells the same as the body wash you got König, he says it’s his favorite now and you wonder if it’s just because it was a gift. 

“Schatz.”

König approaches arms outstretched to you and you enter them, enveloped in the smell of him and the way the rain hits his helmet and glides off, never even hitting you.

“Standing out in the rain you’re going to get sick.”

“You don’t actually believe that do you?” 

You laugh into his chest.

“Ah, well you hear something from your mother for so many years you start believing it.” He sounds deep in thought.

“Come, let’s get to bed yea?”

His hand on the small of your back guides you to his room where you spend each night. 

“I’m going to shower, I’ll be out momentarily.”

You hum in agreement and once he’s in the bathroom you strip and throw on one of his shirts and crawl into bed. 

You’re not mad or upset you haven't seen his face yet. You’ve seen every other part of him besides that and he’s expressed before he would show himself when he’s ready and you would wait a million years.

You sometimes daydream when you wake up before him and watch him sleep what lays under the mask. His eyes are blue and his eyebrows are lighter, you’ve felt his lips and you close your eyes and paint an image of him and each one is more perfect than the last.

He opens the door and steam surrounds him,

He wears that plain black mask as before, no shirt, and seductive gray sweatpants. 

“Scoot.” 

He pulls the covers back and you make room for him, awaiting his arrival. 

“You know.. where I’m from, gray sweatpants on a guy is equivalent to women's lingerie.” 

You smirk at him and your eyes rake over him as he lies besides you.

“Really? Well, I hope you’re enjoying my apparel then.” 

He’s amused at your words. You yawn and stretch cuddling into his side.

“Very much so, I’m always checking you out.”

He strokes your hair until you fall asleep in his arms, the rain outside soothing both of you.

—

You’re dreaming.

You’re in a field of lavender, the smell is all-encompassing, and the sun shines bright, there's a slight breeze but not enough to be an annoyance. Then you feel it, warmth and wetness down below. You’re on your knees like you were at König’s place. You look down and he’s there laid underneath you licking so softly you could cry. His eyes are locked on you as you start to rock your hips on his mouth. 

He hums and closes his eyes, hands holding even tighter on your thighs. 

You roll your hips again and the tip of his nose brushes you and you whine. 

He’s bracing you down on top of him like if you leave he’ll die. 

You moan and rock and he licks and sucks until you’re throwing your head back.

You gasp awake König’s name leaving your mouth so fluidly and loudly you feel like you’ve come through water up for air. Your hands fly down to his head and you try to push him away, the stimulation being too much but he growls and holds you close.

“Fuck König please, I can’t.-

“You will.”

He hardly sucks in any air as he speaks before diving back in.

He slips a finger in and removes his mouth looking at you writhing in his sheets.

“You just looked so good, so beautiful in my bed you can't blame me for it. I kissed your head, then your cheek and neck and I kept kissing you lower and wanted to make you feel the love you give to me each day. I want to keep you satisfied and happy.”

You’re hiccupping and whining, hips bucking as he strokes the spot within you and makes you melt. 

“You look even better like this, with my fingers deep inside you I can feel how my words affect you, feel how you get tighter when I say how good you are for me.”

You clench around him and he sounds satisfied, smug even. 

He latches his mouth back onto you and your foot catches on his shoulder to push him away but his hand is placed in the crook of your knee and he holds your leg back, it gives him even more access to you and he takes pleasure in diving in further. 

His breathing is ragged, and he sounds more desperate than you do. Maybe he is, because his hips drag themselves on the bed trying to relieve some of the tension within him.

You cum again on his tongue and he only then drags himself back, his mouth leaves burning kisses up your body again and you kiss him passionately, arms wrapping around his neck and he takes off his clothes and helps you discard of yours as well.

You lie with him naked and willing.

The rain is beating on the window and roof and the room is stuffy but you just want him.

“König please.”

“I know mein liebling I know.”

He kisses your neck softly as he enters you and you both sigh in relief.

He seats himself inside you fully, both of his forearms braced beside you, caging you in and your eyes meet as he raises his head from your neck.

His movements are slow as he savors the way he slides out of you nearly all the way and then enters back agonizingly slow.

“God, you hear that? Hear how wet you are fuuck.”

And you do hear it, his slow movements only amplifying it. His left hand cups your face and you kiss his thumb that's stroking lines from your cheek to your lips. 

His other hand caresses you sweetly finding purchase on your leg as he hooks it on his hip to find himself deeper within you. You moan into his mouth as he captures it with his. His tongue enters your mouth and his hand once at your hip laces his fingers with yours and places it next to your head.

His pace grows faster and your moans in his mouth grow louder and you both grip each-others hands tighter. 

He pulls away to look at you as he feels you getting tighter around him.

“I live for you, you know that right? I breath for you, I wake up and only think of you, and when we leave I will kill any man or woman that will try to take you from me, you’re so strong and so beautiful Mein Herz you fulfill me.”

Tears brim your eyes, not from pain but from true unadulterated love.

The overstimulation, approaching orgasm and König looking at you like that after saying things like that bring you to say what you long thought.

“Fuck König I love you.”

His pace stutters and he throbs within you and you clench once more before you both are reaching the end at the same time. 

“Fuck fuck fuck I love you too Y/N, god more than life itself I love you.” 

He says it through gasps and groans and he kisses you so hard afterwards your head is spinning. 

You breathe into each other then you laugh, and then he does.

He kisses your face in a million places.

I love you. A kiss to your forehead. I love you. A kiss to your nose. I love you.

He pulls back and you see him smiling, his teeth exposed and eyes nearly closed with how hard he’s smiling.

He hugs you tightly, he never wants to let go.

“Meine Liebe, du bist diejenige, ich werde dich eines Tages heiraten.”

You don’t know what he said, the German he’s teaching you is still juvenile but you’ll get there.

“I love you.” 

You say it again, it feels good.

His eyes are filled with stars.

“That sounds beautiful coming from your mouth, I never want to stop hearing it ok? I love you too.”

Another night ends, staved off the looming thought of the mission and all the possibilities and outcomes you lay there with him, basking in the afterglow giggling like children about silly jokes and he teases you for your accent when you say words in his language.

The rain beats on the roof, the room is warm, and you are in love.

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Tag List: @theredviolets , @saint-chlorine , @cndy-l0v3

[daisies-daydreams]

HEYYY.. UHM IM BACK!!.. sigh i am so sorry i need MORE hobie x plus sized reader..

i was thinking of fluff that turns into smut, hobie and reader are just cuddling and kissing in their shared bed and things go to the other direction..

( idk why but i want like hardcore?? totally understandable if you can’t write that, my apologies!)

huge fan of your work, i love you sm!! /p ❤️🕸️

Sticks and Stones (Hobie Brown x F!Plus-Size!Reader)

Pairing: Hobie Brown x F!Plus-Sized!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut (18+) Warnings: (where do I begin???) Swearing, Making Out, Hickeys, Clit Play, Oral Sex (M!/F! Receiving), Cockwarming, Orgasm Denial, Vibrators, Multiple Orgasms (Hobie/Reader), Cum Eating, “Creative” Use of Webbing (Bondage), Unprotected P in V Sex (You Know the Drill), Butterfly Position, Semi-Reverse Cowgirl, Slight Daddy Kink, Squirting, References to Aftercare Word Count: 4.4k+

A/N: Oh no dear there’s no need to be sorry! Hobie’s one of my favorite characters to write for, so it’s always lovely to receive requests for him (though I might’ve gone a little too wild with this one 🤭). (Also the reader knows that Hobie is Spider-Man in this continuity). I hope you enjoy! 🫶

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

You sighed as you collapsed on your mattress, your belly and thighs jiggling as you lay flat against your cozy comforter. Your heart sank as you slowly turned on your side, your eyes falling on the cold, empty spot beside you. Sure, it was amazing having Spider-Man as your boyfriend...but you never really thought about the long periods of time when he'd be away. A knot of anxiety tightened in your chest as you bit the inside of your cheek.

Your mind raced as you thought about how many days he’s been gone for a special mission. Days and nights of you not knowing when-or if-he'd be back. You knew the risks he took, the countless dangers he came face to face with, all to protect the people of London…to protect you.

Your train of thought was disrupted when you felt someone smooth their hand over your hip. You gasped and jumped up, your heart nearly beating out of your chest as you kicked your legs forward. You froze when you saw Hobie standing in front of you with a cheeky grin.

"Still a bit jumpy, eh?" he mused.

"Hobie!" you squealed as you scrambled off the bed. You nearly tackled him to the floor as you wrapped your arms around his lanky frame and pulled him close. Your boyfriend sighed happily as he returned your embrace, his hands falling against the small of your back.

"Hi," Hobie whispered before kissing the crown of your head.

"Hi," you grinned. The two of you slowly parted before deeply gazing into each other's eyes. “I’m so happy you’re home,” you said with tears in your eyes. Your boyfriend grinned as he gently cupped your cheek.

“Glad to be home,” he murmured. Your heart fluttered as Hobie slowly dipped his head down and caught your lips in a tender kiss. You sighed and wrapped your hands around his neck as warmth swept across your body. You loved the way Hobie's lip ring brushed over your bottom lip as he tilted his head, his hands sliding down to rest on your hips.

"Never seen these before, they new?" Hobie smirked as he played with the elastic of your panties. You squeaked when he snapped it against your waist, the slight sting reverberating across the plush of your hips.

"Maybe," you said before playfully flicking his chest. Hobie chuckled as he pulled back.

"How 'bout we catch up in bed, yeah?" he suggested before gently stroking your love handles-a silent apology for his teasing. Your heart skipped a beat as you turned around and crawled back onto the mattress. You paused as you watched your lover shrug off his studded leather jacket and tossed onto a chair nearby. He smirked when he caught you staring.

"Like what you see?" he lilted as he pulled his shirt over his dark, puffy wicks. You blushed and squeezed your thighs together as he quickly stripped down to his briefs. Your lover flashed you a warm smile as he climbed onto the bed, the frame creaking as he crawled towards you. You smiled as he draped one of his lanky arms over your side.

“How’ve you been, dove?” he asked in a low, soft tone.

“Okay…even better now that you’re here,” you said with a bright smile.

“Oh?” Hobie hummed with a raised brow. You sighed and bit your lip.

“I missed you, so much,” you said as you traced your finger along the scar on his collar bone. Hobie nodded slowly, his expression growing more solemn at your words.

"I missed you, too," he said before kissing your forehead. "I'm so sorry, babe. I can’t imagine how hard it’s been for you,” he frowned as he smoothed his hand over your hip. You cupped his face and gave him a gentle smile.

“I’m just glad you’re safe,” you murmured. Hobie grinned as he rested his forehead against yours.

“Me too,” he murmured. Your cheeks flushed with heat he slipped his hand even lower, his fingertips rubbing over the globe of your ass.

“Hobie,” you blushed as he began to kiss along your neck. You squeaked when he took a handful of your bum and squeezed it tenderly.

“I was thinkin'...maybe we could make up for lost time since we're already here?” Hobie husked into your ear. You bit your lip as he continued to play with your plump ass, his fingertips greedily sinking into your supple flesh. You spread your hands against his chest, making him freeze his ministrations.

“If we do…could we maybe do things a little more rough tonight?” you asked hesitantly. Hobie tilted his head as he released his grip on your rear.

“How rough are we talkin'?” he asked, his voice dropping several octaves. You bit your lip, a rush of heat sweeping over your body as your clit throbbed against the fabric of your panties.

“You know…like that one time on New Year’s Eve,” you whispered as if someone were eavesdropping nearby. Hobie raised his brows and smirked.

“‘Course. How could I forget New Year’s?” he drawled before giving your bum another eager squeeze. “You sure you want me to be that rough with you again, though?” Hobie asked. You swallowed thickly as you eyed the bulge growing beneath his briefs.

“I-I’m sure,” you breathed. Hobie's smirk returned before he suddenly rolled on top of you and held your arms above your head. Your chest rose and fell as his lips just barely ghosting over yours.

"Remember the safeword from last time?" he asked, his eyes lit with arousal as he teasingly ground his hips against yours. You nodded and gasped as his cock brushed against your clit in a delicious way. "Let's get you out of these clothes then," Hobie rumbled. You parted your lips before he slipped his tongue inside your mouth, his hands hastily tugging at the band of your panties. You raised your hips and moaned as he rolled his tongue with yours in a sloppy, heated dance.

You gasped into his mouth as he shoved your underwear down your thick thighs and dismissively tossed them aside. Your eyes widened when he pulled away from your kiss, his lips slick with your combined spit as he quickly rolled your shirt over your shoulders. The corners of Hobie's mouth turned up as he brushed his fingers over your puffy, drenched folds. You squealed as he spread your labia apart with his deft fingers and dipped his head down.

“Such a needy little thing-already soaked and I’ve barely even touched you,” your boyfriend teased. You keened as Hobie rubbed his thumb up and down your engorged clit, your pussy squelching softly as he continued to stroke along your slit.

“H-Hobie,” you keened. He smirked against your cheek before suddenly slipping his hand away. You huffed at the loss of his intoxicating touch, only to furrow your brows as he shifted his eyes to the floor, then back to you.

“Get on your knees, love,” he clarified in a deep, raspy voice. You bit your lip as he shuffled back, allowing you space to climb off the bed. You slid off the mattress and yelped when he laid a sharp smack against your ass, your flesh jiggling at the harsh contact.

"There's that sexy arse I've been missin'," Hobie groaned as he slid his feet onto the floor. You slowly turned around before lowering yourself onto the carpet, your knees sinking into the plush fibers while Hobie stood up.

“Christ,” your lover rumbled as he hungrily eyed your soaked sex and palmed his cock through his briefs. Your heart raced as he grabbed the band of his underwear and slowly pulled it down his lean legs. Your mouth watered when his long cock sprang free and slapped against his dark happy trail, smearing pre-cum all over his pubes. A small whine escaped your throat as your empty pussy pulsed and yearned to be filled.

“Poor thing,” Hobie feigned sympathy as he stroked his shaft. Your mouth watered as he brought the fat tip of his dick to your mouth, a thick bead of precum painting your bottom lip. His eyes glowed with carnal desire as he threaded his long fingers through your hair. “You know what to do, sweet girl: keep that pretty mouth of yours open and cheeks nice and hollow,” he rumbled. You nodded as you rolled your tongue out, the tip of your wet muscle flicking against the lining of his frenulum.

“Shit,” Hobie grunted as he gripped your locks. You moaned as you wrapped your soft lips around the throbbing head of his cock, the salty taste of his precum flooding your tastebuds. Hobie groaned as you suckled on his sensitive tip while you smoothed your hands over the top of his thighs. His grip on your hair tightened with every contraction of your mouth around his length.

“Christ, baby,” he moaned as you swirled your tongue around his tip. You shallowly bobbed your head up and down his shaft while you fluttered your lashes, making sure to give him your best doe eyes. Hobie growled as he released his grip on the base of his cock and squeezed your head with both of his hands. Your eyes widened when he suddenly pushed you forward, shoving his entire cock inside your warm, slick cavern.

You gagged as his tip rubbed against your uvula, some drool spilling past the seam of your lips and dribbling down your chin. “Fuckin’ hell,” Hobie swallowed as he watched you take his cock. You dug your nails into his thighs as your nose became flush with his dark pubes, your throat constricting around his pulsating shaft.

Hobie released a guttural groan as you hollowed your cheeks around his length, his cock twitching deep inside you as he rolled his hips back before snapping them forward. You gagged as he fucked your face with desperate, feral thrusts.

"Open your throat up, lovie," he grunted. Hot tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft, his heavy balls slapping against your chin while you tried to relax your throat. 

“Yeah, that's it baby-take my fuckin’ cock,” he growled as his brows knit together with pleasure. You kept your cheeks hollowed as you slobbered all over his veiny shaft, more of your warm spit sliding down your chin and neck. Hobie bared his teeth as he used your throat like a fleshlight-fucking your tight airway completely raw with his long, quivering shaft. 

“God, your throat’s so fuckin’ tight,” he hissed as he dug his nails into your scalp. Your eyes rolled back at the slight sting as your pussy begged to be filled and stretched. The wet “plaps” of his cock slamming into your wet mouth echoed inside your small bedroom as you looked up at him. His lips were parted as he panted wildly, his body tensing as trembling with bliss.

"Mouth looks so pretty with my cock in it," he sucked in a sharp breath before throwing his head back. “F-Fuck! I’m close,” Hobie grunted as he fucked your face with quick, sloppy thrusts. You flared your nostrils as you tried to open your throat even more. He released a feral groan as he looked into your glossy eyes, his balls tightening against your chin.

“That’s a good girl: keep that throat open f’me when I-fuck!” he roared as he shoved you down his length for the last time. Your moans were muffled as he shot ropes of his thick, hot cum down your throat. Hobie grunted as he continued to sloppily thrust into your mouth, his warm seed coating every inch of your esophagus. Your boyfriend licked his lips as he watched you guzzle down his spend, his fingers woven through your locks and squeezing them tightly. You resisted the urge to cough and sputter as he let his cock soften inside your mouth. Relief washed over you as he dragged his dick past your stretched, swollen lips. Your throat burned as you curled your lips together before audibly swallowing the last traces of his spend. Hobie sucked in a sharp breath when you showed him your clean tongue.

“Fuck me,” he muttered as he loosened his grip on your hair. You gave him a mischievous grin as you wiggled your hips.

"Did I do well...daddy?" you purred. Hobie's eyes slightly widened at your name for him before his lips curved into a smirk.

“You did good, sweetheart,” he cooed. You gasped when he suddenly tugged your hair and bent his knees a little, his face hovering over your own. “But I'm not done with you yet,” your boyfriend rumbled. You keened as he dragged you to your feet, his lips wrapping around yours in a passionate, sloppy embrace. Your head spun as he pulled your hips against his, your pussy lips grazing over his flaccid cock as he sank onto the edge of the mattress. "Turn around f'me, sweet girl," he purred and rubbed your waist. Your legs shook as you slowly turned around, your plump ass grazing over his lower stomach.

"Hold on," he breathed. You tilted your head as Hobie leaned over to your nightstand and rummaged through the drawer. Your throat tightened when he pulled out your white vibrator with a wry grin.

"Oh, don’t worry. I'm not mad," he chuckled in a low, husky voice. You swallowed as he turned it on, the toy humming to life and sending a spark of pleasure through your core. "In fact, I think it's fuckin' hot you think 'bout me while you fuck your cute pussy open," Hobie murmured, his soft lips dancing over the shell of your ear. You squealed when you felt his cock twitch beneath you, your clit throbbing against the slight contact.

"Now, go on and be a good girl and warm my cock 'til I'm ready again," he muttered. Your toes curled as you nodded. You took a deep breath before grabbing his semi-hard cock and guiding the tip to your weeping entrance. Both of you moaned as you slowly sank down on his length, Hobie's fingernails digging crescents into your plush hips. You mewled at the sudden fullness, the tip of his cock grazing over your g-spot as your gummy walls hugged his veiny shaft.

“Fuck,” you sputtered as waves of pleasure rippled through your core.

“That's my girl-takin' my cock so well,” Hobie praised as he rubbed his palm up and down your thigh. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you fully sheathed yourself on his cock, his length buried deep within your clenching pussy. You barely had time to adjust to the fullness before he suddenly pressed the round tip of the vibrator against your puffy bundle of nerves. Your moans rolled out of your throat like claps of thunder as Hobie bombarded your clit with wave after wave of mind-numbing tremors. 

“S-Shit Hobie!” you keened as you ground your ass against his lean abs. Your boyfriend pecked your cheek as he circled your sensitive nub, his other hand occupied with pinching and massaging one of your hard nipples.

“You feel me down there, (Y/N)? Feel me stuffin’ your tight, needy cunt with my cock?” Hobie grunted as he squeezed your nipple.

“Y-Yes!” you cried as you rolled your hips back and forth, desperate for friction. Your boyfriend smirked against your goosebump-riddled skin as he stroked the toy up and down your juicy slit, spreading the warm arousal across your engorged button.

"Swear this pussy was made f'me," Hobie groaned as your slick walls pulsed against the bulging veins of his shaft. You curled your toes as he drew tighter circles around your sensitive nub, a ring of cream starting to form around the base of his cock. You moaned as Hobie rolled your nipple between his digits even faster.

“Oh shit baby-keep squeezin’ me like that,” he rumbled as he massaged your perky bud and bundle of nerves at the same pace. Your throat tightened as you felt a familiar pressure rise in your core. 

“Feels so good, Hobie,” you whined as you rocked your hips back. You shivered as your boyfriend pressed his lips against your pulse and sucked, his mouth expertly weaving a tapestry of raw hickeys across your skin. You felt every muscle in your lower belly start to wind into a tight, searing knot as the vibrations shot straight to the center of your core.

“Fuck, daddy. I-I-“ you opened your eyes when the pleasurable tremors suddenly stopped. Hobie smirked against your skin as you flared your nostrils. “Hobie please!” you keened as you tried to bounce yourself on his dick. Your boyfriend clicked his tongue as he squeezed your whole breast, drawing a whine from you.  

“Not yet, love,” he murmured with a wicked grin. Your bottom lip jutted out as you felt your orgasm grow further and further from your reach.

“Please please please,” you begged as you threw the back of your head against his shoulder. Hobie sighed contemplatively as he smoothed his thumb over your nipple.

"Alright, but only ‘cause you did such a good job suckin’ my cock," he lilted after a long pause. Your shoulders relaxed when he flicked the vibrator back on and tenderly massaged your nub again.

“Yes,” you moaned and arched your back. You relished in the bliss of the thrumming sensation pulsing against your clit again. You gasped and shivered as he bucked his hips up ever so slightly, his hand roughly squeezing your breast while his hot breath fanned over your neck.

"Keep bouncin' like that, love," Hobie grunted before planting another wet kiss on your pulse. You bounced on his shaft in time with his steady thrusts, your head spinning with pleasure each time your hips smacked against each other.

"Shit, daddy," you keened as your body jiggled with your movements. You felt your walls start to flutter again as your pussy soaked his lap. "So close, I'm-" you snapped your eyes open when Hobie pulled the toy away and shut it off. 

“Hobie!” you huffed as he smirked against your neck.

“Yes love?” he asked with a teasing voice. You frowned and wriggled in his lap.

“Please Hobie, please let me cum,” you begged, the pressure inside you borderline unbearable. You gasped as he grabbed your hips and suddenly pulled out, his cock leaving your pussy with a slick "pop". You yelped as he spun you around and laid your back flat against the comforter. His lips were curved in a dangerous smile as he reached over to the nightstand again, this time attaching a web-shooter to his wrist.

"Hands above your head, pretty girl," Hobie commanded softly. You parted your lips, your pussy growing even more wet at the thought of your wrists being bound by his webbing while he fucked you senseless. You made sure to spread your legs open, giving him a nice view of your cunt as you raised your hands above your head. Hobie grinned as he pumped his cock in his free hand while he held his other hand up with his index, pinkie and thumb out. It wasn't long after a quick "thwip" that the sticky, strong webbing wrapped around both of your wrists.

Hobie shot you a wry grin as his shadow loomed over you. You puffed out a breath of hot air as he lined the swollen head of his cock to your entrance

"Like it when I tie you up like this, hm?" he murmured lowly. You whined and nodded as you raised your hips. "Yeah, that's my good little slut," Hobie rumbled. Your jaw went slack as he grabbed your hips and sheathed his cock inside you in one swift thrust. 

“Oh fuck,“ you choked as the head of his cock slammed against your cervix. You gasped as he started to ruthlessly pound into your pussy, the bed shaking and groaning beneath his rough thrusts. You cried out as your hole was mercilessly stretched wide open, his shaft dragging along your gummy, slick walls with an untamed fervor. Hobie squeezed your love handles as he pulled your hips impossibly closer to his, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix with every thrust.

“Shit baby girl. Pussy’s so fuckin’ perfect ‘n tight,” he rasped as he drove his dick harder inside your greedy sex. You whimpered as you felt his balls slap against your puckering asshole, the sound driving your mind deeper into a lustful frenzy. Hobie squeezed your love handles again as you began to squeeze your eyes shut.

“Eyes on me, love. Wanna see your pretty eyes when you cum all over my cock,” he growled before spanking the side of your thigh. Your flesh bounced as you did your best to focus on his chocolate brown eyes. You whimpered as you felt yourself already nearing the steep edge of your release, your muscles feeling even tighter this time from his edging. You stared directly into his eyes as your walls clenched around his cock in a vice grip, sucking him closer to your womb. 

“H-Hobie, fuck!” you screamed as your hips snapped up. Your vision flooded with white as your body trembled with unbridled bliss. Your walls deliciously pulsed around his shaft as your pussy drenched his cock with your slick cream. You trembled and moaned beneath your lover as your body was caught in the riptide of mind-numbing rapture. “Hobie,” you repeated his name like a sacred prayer as your limbs turned to jelly.

Your boyfriend kept his eyes trained on your face as he knitted his brows, his cock throbbing and growing heavier inside your tight canal.

“Mmm such a good girl-makin’ a mess on my cock,” your boyfriend swiped his tongue across his lips. Your cunt pulsed at his praise as you arched your back. Hobie chuckled before he leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours, his hips spreading your legs apart even further. “Nearly there, love. Gonna drench this pretty cunt with my cum,” he panted as his hands planted on either side of your head.

Your head spun with dizzying ecstasy as your pussy squelched obscenely with each of his hungry thrusts. Hobie's nostrils flared as he groaned and fucked you like a wild animal in heat. You moaned quietly as he slammed his length down to the hilt, his tip shooting streams of his hot cum against your bruised cervix. 

“Fuck,” Hobie growled as he shallowly thrusted his dick forward, pushing his spend against the plug to your womb. Your legs shivered as he sloppily massaged your oversensitive walls with his meaty cock. “Fuck, that’s it,” he grunted as hus breathing stuttered.

You squealed as he gripped your hips while he pushed his shaft inside one final time, plugging up your oozing sex with his soaked girth. Tears of pleasure rolled down your plump cheeks as you felt his cock soften inside your spent, raw cunt. Both of you panted as he slipped his head back, a long, thick string of spit connecting your lips.

“How you feelin’?” Hobie murmured. His question almost didn’t register, your mind still drifting in the afterglow of your release. You caught your breath as your muscles began to relax.

“G-Good. Really good,” you gulped. Hobie smiled before pecking your lips. 

“Good enough for another quick round?” he asked with a glint in his eyes. You raised your brows.

“You...serious?” you asked between breaths. Hobie chuckled as he slowly pulled out of your dripping pussy, his cum dripping down your slit and messily painting the bedsheets. You bit your lip as you watched Hobie glide his hands against the inside of your plump, stretched-marked thighs. He slowly sank to his knees, his mouth watering as he eyed your delicious, cum-stuffed pussy. 

“I know, sweetheart. I just want to return the favor from earlier,” he husked before blowing a puff of hot air across your slick labia. You keened as he pulled your lower lips apart with his thumbs and hovered his mouth over your raw cunny. “That alright with you?” Hobie asked with a half-lidded gaze. You nodded and clutched the blanket again. 

“Fuck, y-yes,” you stammered as you kept your legs spread for him. Your boyfriend grinned before he shifted his gaze down to your engorged clit. 

"Good...been starvin' all day," he murmured. You moaned as he licked a bold, wet stripe up your slit. Your eyes rolled back as he tapped your clit with the tip of his tongue before flattening his wet muscle over your sensitive bud. 

“Christ, your pussy tastes divine,” he murmured before pressing a sloppy kiss over your whole cunt. You moaned and bucked your hips forward as he swiped his tongue against your hole, collecting your combined juices and greedily guzzling it down like a man parched. 

“Fuck, Hobie,” you hissed as he dipped his thick muscle past the tight rim of your hole. Your heart raced as eagerly pumped his wet muscle inside your slick cunt. Your body pulsed with heat as he dragged his tongue in and out, his pace sloppy as he sent sending shivers down your spine.

“Could eat this f’every meal and never go hungry, I fuckin’ swear,” he groaned before slapping your bum and diving back in. You moaned as Hobie indulged in your dripping cunt. He groaned as you ground your hips against his face, smearing your combined juices against his sharp chin. You squeaked when he pinched your thigh right as you squeezed your eyes shut again. “Eyes on me, baby,” Hobie reminded you before licking another bold stripe between your folds. You released a shaky breath and nodded before you gritted your teeth.

“Shit,” you moaned as he painted sloppy strokes up and down your slit. He inhaled sharply as he quickly sucked hard over your bundle of nerves, your clit aching with pleasure. “Oh my God,” you choked as he puckered his plump lips around your clit, his chin grinding against your puckering entrance. You squealed as he tenderly sucked on your button while he massaged your supple thighs. His low moans reverberated deep inside your core, your body shivering as he messily kissed up and down your pussy. Your eyes nearly crossed as he shoved his tongue inside your hole again, his languid thrusts making you gasp and strain against your binding.

“H-Hobie wait! I think I’m about to-“ your voice cut off when he pinched your clit. You let out a silent scream as your legs clamped down on his head, your second orgasm crashing over you in a violent wave of bliss. You wailed and rubbed your cunt against his face as your walls contracted around his soft tongue. Hobie’s eyes rolled back as you drenched his face, his mouth wide open and guzzling down your delectable juices. He rubbed your legs as you whimpered and rode out your orgasm on his lips.

You panted wildly as you felt yourself float back down to earth, your whole being trembling as you blinked away tears of pleasure. Hobie grunted as he slowly dragged his tongue out of you, his eyes glazed over with lust. He glanced at you as he pressed a quick kiss to your folds before leaning over your shivering form, his cheeks sucked in a little. You parted your lips as he lowered himself and suddenly slipped his tongue inside your warm mouth. 

You mewled as the heady taste of your combined juices cascaded over your tongue and slid down your throat. Hobie rumbled lowly as he watched you swallow your spend. His eyes softened before he pulled back and carefully ripped the webbing from your wrists.

“Did so well f’me, sweet girl,” he murmured gently as he smoothed his hands over your hips. You gave him an exhausted grin as he rested on top of you, his tall form draped over your glowing body. You sighed as you wrapped your arms around his back, tracing your finger along every dip and curve of his muscles.

"Need anythin'?" Hobie asked, his lips brushing against your earlobe. You hummed to yourself.

"A bath would be nice," you smile sheepishly. Your boyfriend grinned before he pushed himself up. Your body glowed with warmth as you reached your hand over and cupped his face. “I think you'll have to carry me, though,” you giggled. Hobie chuckled as he smoothed his hands against your sides.

“Anything for my girl,” he murmured softly.

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[britany1997]

Hi, friend! I saw your requests were open! Can I please get a Dwayne x Female!Reader piece? I was thinking something where it starts as sweet cuddles in bed and it slowly turns into cozy morning sex (or I guess in the case of a vampire, "evening" sex). Thank you!!

Lay Like This Forever

Hey friend! I’m so happy to write this for you❤️ I hope you enjoy it!

Dwayne x Fem! (Human) Reader

Warnings: SMUT (minors DNI), daddy Dwayne ofc, breeding kink (obvi), p in v sex, creampie, unsafe sex, belly bulge, cunnilingus, I think that’s it

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Dwayne breathed a happy sigh as he snaked his arm around your waist and placed his head in the crook of your neck as you slept. You were still adjusting to his sleep schedule and waking up in the evenings always took you a bit longer than it took him.

He didn’t mind though, he could spend hours cradling you as you slept. Holding you close was his favorite night time activity.

Well…

His second favorite night time activity.

He felt you inhale and stretch, rousing from your slumber. “Hey baby,” you said sleepily as you rolled over to face him. You leaned in to touch your nose to his, prompting a smile to spread across his face. “You been watching me sleep again weirdo?” You said while yawning.

He blushed, burying his face in your neck. “No?” He replied, with a hint of embarrassment in his voice. You giggled, “it’s ok honey, I think it’s cute,” you told him stroking his hair softly.

He pulled back to look into your eyes, “you’re just so beautiful baby,” he told you lovingly, “even when you’re sleeping, I just can’t help it. Could look at you like this forever,” he subtly hinted.

Now it was your turn to blush as you squirmed under Dwayne’s soulful gaze. “Stopppp,” you said giggling, as you covered your face with your hands.

Dwayne smirked and placed his large hands over yours, pulling them away to reveal your dopey smile. “Stop what? Tellin’ the truth?” He asked, “sorry baby, no can do, I’m never gonna stop telling you have gorgeous you are.” He told you.

He ran his fingers through your hair, “got the prettiest hair,” he cooed.

He stroked your face, “the softest skin,” he said.

He pressed a soft kisses to your lips, “the sweetest lips…” he breathed.

His lips moved from your lips to your jaw and traveled down your neck, “everything about you is perfect,” he spoke into your neck as he kissed and nuzzled you.

“Hey hey hey,” you said giggling and pushing at his chest, “can’t you wait to have breakfast?”

“Mmmmm,” he hummed, “not hungry for blood baby, I’m hungry for you.”

You moaned softly at his bold words as he pulled back from your neck to look at you hungrily. “You’re insatiable.” You breathed returning his hungry gaze.

He smiled widely, “only for you baby,” he told you as he rolled on top of you and pinned your hands to the bed.

You bit your lip as you stared at the handsome vampire above you. His deep brown eyes raking over your body, burning with desire. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy how much he wanted you, how he could never get enough of you. Being loved by Dwayne was all-consuming in the best way possible.

He pressed his lips to yours passionately, licking into your mouth. You moaned into the kiss, already growing lightheaded from the feeling of his soft lips on yours.

He pulled one of his hands from yours and ran it down your body, caressing you, until he reached the hem of your pajama shirt and tugged gently, silently asking permission.

You pulled away for a second to stare into his eyes, “do whatever you want daddy,” you told him, smiling as he growled at the title.

He pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it to the side, “if you insist,” he said, before sealing his mouth over your nipple and swirling his tongue around it gently.

You moaned and arched your back, pushing your breast up into his mouth.

He groaned as he captured your other hand with his and held both of them in place above your head, while using his other hand to massage your breast.

You whimpered in pleasure as he switched to lick and suck at your other nipple. Your legs wrapped around his waist to pull him closer to you.

Dwayne released your nipple with a pop before trailing kisses down from your breasts to your stomach. Placing light kisses on your soft skin.

He continued to trail kisses down your body until he was so close to where you wanted him. You let out an impatient whine as he nipped gently at the skin of your abdomen. “Please?” You begged.

“Please what?” He asked, looking up at you.

You whimpered, “please daddy.”

“My pleasure princess,” he said as he pulled off your sleep shorts and panties with one sharp tug, “or yours I suppose.”

He buried his face in your warm cunt as your thighs clenches around his head. He licked at your folds expertly as you whimpered and moaned.

After awhile he began to lick further upward, letting his tongue drag under your clit, applying pressure and making your toes curl.

You gasped and sputtered out a breathless “daddy” as he fucked you gently with his tongue.

Dwayne slipped a finger inside you, curling it to massage your g-spot.

“Daddy,” you whimpered, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me baby, wanna taste you,” he spoke into you, the vibrations from his deep voice combined with his sensual touches sent you over the edge as you came on his tongue.

Dwayne licked you clean as you rode out the high from your orgasm.

He crawled up to kiss you and you tasted yourself on his lips. He pulled back a bit, but you grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him back to your lips again, prompting a throaty moan to fall from his mouth.

You released him and fell back onto the pillow, smiling at him lovingly. He smiled back and pressed his forehead against yours. He tilted his face down to peck your lips before letting his head rest against yours.

You both laid there in comfortable silence until you couldn’t ignore the hard weight pressing against your leg.

“Want you inside me daddy,” you whispered into his ear.

He pressed kisses all along your jaw, “I’ll give you anything you want princess,” he told you before standing up to undress.

You propped yourself up on your elbows and bit your lip as you watched him. “Condom?” He asked you as he freed himself from his boxers. Your eyes shifted up to meet his.

“What if we…skipped it?” you asked, blushing a bit.

His mouth gaped a bit at your words as he reached down to stroke his cock. “Do you know what you’re asking?” He asked you, trying but failing to contain his excitement.

“Yes daddy I do,” you spoke seductively, “wanna make you a real daddy. I’ll have all your little babies if that’s what you want.”

“Fuck baby,” Dwayne said as he crawled on top of you and kissed your tummy, “I’m gonna put my baby right here,” he said rubbing the spot he had just kissed.

You whimpered.

“Yeah baby? You like that?” He asked, “wanna be all filled up with my child?” Fuck.” He moaned

You giggled, “calm down daddy, we can’t make a baby if you get too worked up before you’re even inside me.” You teased with your eyebrow raised.

“Mmm,” he hummed, “you’re gonna wish you hadn’t said that,” he told you as he lifted your legs and folded you into a mating press. You let out a nervous whimper.

“Told you,” he teased, smirking at you as he pinned you beneath him on the bed.

He pushed into you causing both of you to let out throaty moans.

“Mm baby, squeezing me so tight,” he purred, “like your body’s already ready to take my seed.”

You moaned at his words as he slowly fucked into you, letting you adjust to his massive size.

“Gonna breed your pretty womb till your all swollen with my babies,” he whispered as he began to speed up. “You’ll be so gorgeous, glowing all the time, belly all big with my child.” His head fell to rest on your shoulder, “fuck even imagining it has me close.”

“Daddy!” You screamed as he pushed down on the bulge in your stomach where his cock was inside you, the feeling overwhelming you as your breathing grew ragged. “I’m getting close too,” you whimpered.

“Cum with me princess, wanna make my baby’s mama scream with pleasure.” He whispered into your ear.

That threw you over the edge as you clenched around Dwayne’s cock.

As you reached your climax, he came with you, filling you to the brim.

You fell back against the pillows, exhausted as Dwayne repositioned you so he could lay against your chest.

You stroked his hair softly as you both descended into comfortable silence once again. You shifted your hips a bit, perking up when you realized he was still inside you.

Confused, you jerked your gaze down to his.

He looked into your eyes and blushed, “I- I just want to make sure it takes,” he said sheepishly.

You giggled, running your hands through his hair once more, “you’re so cute,” you told him.

“Not as cute as you,” he said back smiling, “wanting to have my little family and shit? Cute as hell.”

You looked at him seriously, “I do you know,” you told him.

“I know baby,” he whispered, “that’s why I’m so happy, my dreams coming true,” he cooed.

“Stopppp,” you groaned.

“I mean it,” he said, “eternity is meaningless to me without you.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you smiled at him.

“You’re my whole world. I would trade my eternal life, my vampire strength, Paul…” you giggled as he continued to list things, “just for the chance to make a baby with you, to do everything with you.”

Tears rolled down your cheeks as he poured out his heart to you, “I love you, so deeply, so fully, so completely. I love you forever, and I really do mean forever.” He told you.

“I love you too Dwayne,” you whispered back, pressing your nose to his, “I want everything with you.” Your eyes fluttered shut.

“I’m gonna give you this baby,” you told him, “and then I’ll give you forever too.”

His eyebrows shot up as he realized what you meant, “my love, nothing would make me happier.”

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@misslavenderlady @solobagginses @anna1306 @ghoulgeousimmaculate @pixielostboy @dwayneshotwife

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The Smell of Smoke

F!Reader x OC

Part 9~

His Info: 🐺🍒

Part 1 — Part 8, Part 9 Epilogue.

(parts 1 - 8 is a different ML)

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: F! Reader, reader has a vagina, reader referred to as she/her, married reader, reader has ptsd, therapy, werewolf, size kink/difference, reader in a dress, bloody meat eating(not by reader), comfort for all the past hurt, protected sex, sweet tbh, lovey dovey, p in v, fingering, squirting,

It’s been a few years… Well five to be exact.

You still haven’t been able to have sex in a while, but your partner doesn’t push you.

In fact he doesn’t even ask.

He just wants you to be happy and he knows when you’re ready you’ll come to him.

He’s comfortable with you, and you’re comfortable with him.

You both live in a cozy little stone cottage with a fireplace in the middle of a spruce forest. It’s perfect, everything you needed after everything you went through.

You also, thankfully, have internet, and are able to attend weekly meetings with a therapist, and monthly meetings with a psychiatrist.

Ever since what happened you’ve hardly been the same person, but you’ve been filling your hollowed shell back up slowly with things you can enjoy, and Ace helps you every step of the way.

And After his brother died he didn’t chase you down, he was just there for you, and you were there for him.

It happened as naturally as the rivers rush to ocean. As caterpillars morph into butterflies.

And you’ve always trusted him, even when it was all going down.

He doesn’t even mind in the slightest that you spend your nights reading smut about abusive partners to cope with what you delt with. Even though it worried him at first, he thought that you might try and go seek it out. He knows now it’s just a safe mechanism to help your brain feel less traumatized by what happened in the past.

Your life is peaceful.

Today’s your marriage’s anniversary!

Ace is walking you through the woods, a picnic basket on one arm, and you on the other. The trees smell so amazing…

He even offered to carry you, but you just giggled back at him, and walked ahead until you realized he’s leading the way and had to return to his side.

His muscles are even bigger now, he chops firewood for you both all year long to stock up so he doesn’t have to as much in the winter. And in the winter he has a weight lifting set in your shed with a space heater.

He takes his morning runs, and his monthly transition is one of the easiest things you’ve had to “deal” with, as he calls it. He turns into a big humanoid puppy, it’s too good to be true, and you wouldn’t believe it yourself if your didn’t get to cuddle a massive and super warm, super fluffy werewolf every month.

You don’t need the fireplace or even blankets on those nights, his massive body keeps you toasty.

“We’re almost there,” He sighs happily, his big warm hand covering yours to were your fingers look just so tiny it’s almost funny to you.

“I can’t wait! I um… Have a surprise for you too, hah,” You laugh trying not to sound nervous.

“You didn’t have to get me anything Y/nick/N! I just love you!”

“Well i did anyway!” You stick your tongue out at him defiantly.

“Hah! well okay then, I’m not about to turn down anything from you!” His beaming smile is contagious and you breathe in the fresh, nature scented air.

He leads you to a gorgeous clearing not too far from your home with a lake and a waterfall… He put up fairy lights, and it looks like the cleaning is sparkling! It’s beautiful, like actual little fairies dancing between the branches all around.

“Woah!” You pull away from him to run ahead, and do a spin. Your dress flows out as you do.

The grass is so soft here, and the setting sun kisses your skin through the branches.

You deserve this life.

This nice, peaceful, perfect life.

With a partner that actually loves and cares for you.

Speaking of, You turn back to see him gazing in utter awe at you. His head tilted to one side like an innocent puppy with his ears perked up waiting for a treat.

And you have one for him… After food of course.

“Come, let’s eat! I made your favorites,” He learned your favorite foods and learned how to make them for you, all those bad days of panic attacks and flashbacks made better with a yummy treat. Sure it didn’t fix them, but he cares and that’s what helped the most. His actions show nothing but care and love and patience with you.

Your meal is amazing, he’s cooked it to perfection. His is an extra rare steak and some grilled asparagus. You always know what he’s gonna pick to eat too, something bloody with a side of homegrown dark greens.

He built you a green house and raised flower beds, so most of your food you get to grow yourself, he hunts for the rest.

You’re both relaxing with content bellies when you look from the stars to him, and down to your hand in his.

“Ace, I want you…” you tell him in earnest.

“A-are you sur— No, right! Of course you are… Please tell me the second you’re uncomfortable, I won’t be upset!” he stammers a little, while messing with his fluffy pink mop.

In your purse you brought lube and a condom, and you show him with a hot face.

His smile is dorky and cute, if his tail was out it’d be wagging, he can’t help his excitement, and his aura’s vibrations in the air seep into your body.

You smile your own cute dorky smile back up at him.

He gently takes your hand and leads you down into the grass, laying you on your back. The ground hugs you, and feels just like a comfy cushion all around. The weeds tickle your arms and legs adding to your overall giddiness.

he puts the condom in between his lips while he takes off his shirt over top of you.

He keeps looking at you with big round pink puppy dog eyes, making sure you’re still alright.

His rough hands that are oh so soft against your skin, travel from your calves to your thighs, around your sides up to your collar bones and down your arms. He’s worshiping every inch of you.

You join him and start to feel up his muscles, his rock hard chest, to his washboard abs, back up to his shoulders and down his huge arms and into his hands.

“C-can we hold hands…” You ask looking away bashfully.

a tear forms in the corner of his eye, “You’re so precious, Y/N” he blinks it away with an honest and heartfelt laugh. “I have to… Put this on first” His dorky smile comes right back and you let go, your hands in little nervous fists up on either side of your chest. “Hey it’s okay, I’m here, You’re okay,” He coos, and gently finds your hands again.

“May i?” He asks, and you nod your head. His hand glides over your skin again, pulling your dress up over your waist, and exposing your lower half. He pulls down your panties and lets out a shaky sigh, admiring your body.

His lust is palpable, and you’re feeling the heat too. You have been for a while, you just still felt so scared. Everytime you’d think about it and you’d be unable to breathe or function for days. Not to mention the night terrors that had you waking up punching Ace, not knowing it was him and not Ezra.

But it’s been long enough and you want to be fully free and happy, without the past weighing you down anymore. You were finally getting better.

Healing.

He presses a couple fingers to your slit, “I-is this still okay?”

“Y-yes!” You quietly gasp your response, not fully expecting his touch that time. His hands are so hot, and so, so big, and calloused. You feel every bump, as he starts to slowly spread your lips, and get your slick before coming up to your clit for a quick spin. He remembers the lube and puts some on his fingers, “I’m, gonna open you up.” He tells you both.

Even though he’s a little awkward, his directness is turning you on more, and soon he makes contact to your skin with the cool jelly. Goosebumps raise over your flesh and he squeezes your hand with his own. His other presses into you, at first you yelp but hold his hand there so he can’t pull away.

Seeing you holding his arm, he pushes his fingers deeper in. your back arches with them and you squeeze his other hand, bringing it closer to you, you kiss his thumb in a loving gesture.

He could seriously cry right now. But he has to do this for you. He wants nothing more than to make you happy, than to make up for everything he let his brother get away with, with you. He doesn’t think he ever could, he knows he can’t. He isn’t delusional.

He curls them inside you, and finds a spot that makes you mewl and stays there, massaging it with his thumb and two fingers in a big soft circular motion.

You’re sighing it feels so nice, like an actual massage, as if this isn’t even sexual he makes you feel pure.

“I think… I’m ready,” You gasp, and hold his forearm now with both hands trying to pull him away and the second you tug he follows your lead.

“I love you,” He kisses your head, and lines himself up with you, he makes sure he’s holding your hand in one of his, he puts it up over your head against the grass. so he can hover over you. eyes level with your own.

“I love you—Tooo,” you let out a high pitched sigh as he pops his spongey tip into you and rolls a little. “Haaah ahhh” Again he massages that one spot this time with his hot cock, and it’s driving you mad! you can’t help but want to be fucked now. “Please A-Ace! F-fuck me!”

Your words almost awaken his beast but he has to keep that locked away. Not right now, maybe in the future, but not right now. He starts a slow pace, but it still isn’t enough for you.

“Ha-harder! please! Or faster! o-or both!”

He listens and jostles your whole body with one hard thrust all the way in, kissing your cervix. He looks you all over to make sure you’re okay but you’re in ecstasy, brows knitted, lip bitten, moaning… Waiting for more.

He gives it to you, pounding into you with a controlled vigor, he’s used to having to control himself, so this comes naturally to him, even without much experience.

He changes his pacing frequently to keep his own excitement down while yours rises.

Quicker and quicker!

and then a slow pound into you as deep as he can. Speeding back up and only pushing in about halfway, hitting that spot and so frequently~ “Ah~” If you’re not a squirter you are right now.

You’ve never had an earth shattering, universe opening, orgasm like this one before. Holding the hand of someone who really truly loves you. You come so hard for him.

“I’m so, so proud of you! You did so good! You’re— Youre amaz-ing!!” He comes so sweetly as he coos to you.

When he pulls out he takes your lips with his own. Then pounds into you until your both coming undone again and shaking, your legs are twitching so bad by the end that you can barley stand.

He carries you home that night a satisfied and happy man.

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Free Bird - Part 5

It's been a while, sorry guys. Been kinda tired lately and haven't really had that much inspiration to write but here's part 5! Lemme know if you want on the taglist! this is probably the second to last part though;/

Warnings: fingering, p in v sex, riding, missionary, fluffy falling-in-love shit

Part 4

Taglist: @concretmatilda @xxdel-inkxx @lilhobgobbler

After the mini golf was over you went over to Noah's car and drove over to a cliff to watch the stars. Noah surprised you by bringing a mattress in the back of his car and some string lights, making it cozy for you. You laid in the back and looked at the stars, talking for hours, laughing and cuddling.

"Thank you for making me feel so special." You said as you snuggled closer to Noah, the cold of the night creeping up on you. He held you, kissing you on top of your head.

"You are special to me, of course I wanna treat you accordingly." He said simply and you smiled. You really had won the lottery with him. Tears were stinging your eyes, making them glossy. Noah smiled at you and his eyes softened.

"Are you crying again?" He asked and you softly hit his chest.

"Shut up." You said and he laughed. He pulled you closer, letting you hide in his chest.

"I'm sorry babe." He said softly and you sighed happily. You looked out into the sky, appreciating the absence of clouds, the stars in clear view. Neither you or Noah spoke for a while, enjoying the silence for a bit, and you got a little lost in your thoughts.

You reminisced on the time you met Noah.

"Thanks so much, have a great day!" You said in a fake cheerful voice. The customer you just served had not been nice enough to warrant that tone, but you were pretty sure you'd get fired if you did any different. You played with your lip ring as you looked out in the store, making sure everything was in order. You saw a few shirt were unfolded so you went to fold them again.

As you finished folding you felt a presence behind you.

"Excuse me do you have this in a size large?" the person asked and you turned around, looking first at the guy, then at the shirt.

"I'm sorry sir someone just got the last one." You said, looking back at him. He had a surface piercing on his cheek and his hair was the stuff of emo dreams. You smiled at him. He was kinda cute.

"Oh okay. Do you have any other A Day To Remember stuff that you haven't stocked yet?" He asked shyly and you pretended to think about it. You knew you didn't, you had just restocked everything and you didn't remember any ADTR stuff. But he was cute, and you didn't wanna disappoint him, so you told him you would check. He followed you awkwardly until you got to the back room and you went into the break room, silently screaming. You were used to emos coming into your store, hell, it was a Hot Topic of course there's emos there's every day. But none of them were as cute as this guy and you wished you could shit ADTR merch just to make him smile. You went back out with a regrettable expression on your face.

"I'm sorry sir, everything is restocked and the sizes there are out there are the only ones we have I'm afraid. Are there any other bands you would be interested in?" You asked. You would normally never be this helpful, but this guy had you actually doing your job. It was annoying.

"I guess Bring Me The Horizon?" He asked, and your eyes lit up. He had the best taste in music, you realised.

"Yeah we just got some new shirts in, come take a look." You said, waving your hand to signal that he should follow you. He did, very closely even.

"So I like this one, definitely gonna get one as soon as my pay check comes in. But we also have older stuff over on that wall." You pointed to the left. He nodded, his eyes scanning the shirts in from of him and you looked at him. He was really cute you realised and you wanted desperately to keep talking to him, but knew that he was probably just another customer who would leave as soon as he got what he came for.

"The one you showed is pretty cool. Are you going to their show next month?" He asked, looking back at you with a small smile. You smiled back and nodded.

"Yeah, I begged my mom for weeks to get floor tickets so I can finally see them. They're my favourite band." You said and he smiled wider.

"Me too! Do you wanna go together? I mean..It's cool if you don't, you probably have other people to go with." He said, and you shook your head.

"No actually none of my friends managed to get tickets." You said and his eyes twinkled. You both went up to the till to have him pay.

"Oh okay cool. Could I like, get your number so we can meet up before? If you want?" He asked and you smiled impossibly wider.

"Yeah! 'Course!" And you pulled out your phone and handed it to him. He put in his number and called himself, hanging up and then handing it back to you.

"Great so I guess I'll see you soon. Thanks Y/N." He said, waving back at you.

"Yeah, can't wait!" You said as he left the store. You quickly saved his number and sent him a text.

Now that I think about it I never got your name lol xD

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Haha, it's cool, my name is Noah

"You were so emo back then." You said, looking up at Noah. He grinned down at you.

"You're one to talk, you would buy leggings just to cut them up every day" He laughed and you giggled.

"It was the style!" You defended and he rolled onto his back and started laughing. You scooted closer to him and threw your leg over his hips, hugging him from the side. He looked down at you, still giggling.

"I love laughing with you." You said and he smiled, rubbing your cheek with his thumb as he held your jaw with his tattooed hand.

"I love making you laugh." He said as he looked at your lips, then back to your eyes. You blinked up at him as he leaned down, his lips ghosting yours. You grabbed him by then neck, slowly reaching forward to catch his lips, finally kissing him like you wanted to the entire night. You felt a warmth spreading in your body, one that made you feel utterly loved like never before.

Your lips moved against each other, no sense of urgency or haste. You were just there with Noah, holding each other as the time went by, your lips never disconnecting.

You soon needed air so you broke apart and looked at Noah like he put the stars in the sky. You never wanted to be without him, you realised. Little did you know, he was thinking the same thing.

"You wanna come back to mine?" Noah asked and you nodded, wiping away some of his hair from is face. You kissed his lips once, twice, three times before sitting up and putting your shoes back on. You got into the passenger seat as Noah got in the driver's seat. He started the car and you drove back to Noah's apartment.

When you got there, you got out of your side of the car before he could come open the door for you. You didn't miss the pout on his face, so you grabbed his hand and walked with him to the door of his place. He unlocked the door and immediately you both were met with yells from the living room.

"I'm sorry I didn't know there'd be anyone here." Noah said, and you smiled.

"It's okay, we can just go watch a movie in your room." You said and he smiled back at you, nodding.

"That's a great idea. You go get comfy, just put on any shirt you'd like in the dresser, I'll go get us some snacks." He said as he kissed your hand and you blushed, hurrying down the hallway to his room. You shut the door and went to find a shirt in Noah's dresser. You chose one of his Bad Omens merch shirt and you stripped down, placing your clothes neatly in his office chair, and putting on the shirt, which fit you like a dress. You got under the covers and turned on the TV, finding Disney+.

Noah entered the room with a tray filled with various snacks and beverages.

"Delivery!" Noah said and you laughed as he set it down on his nightstand. "Let me just get into something more comfortable." He said as he took off his shirt and pants and changed into a thin loose hoodie and some shorts. He got under the covers with you, getting really close to you and you blushed a little, feeling like a teenager again. The soft touches that made goosebumps appear on your skin, the not knowing what he was gonna do next. It was all so romantic and you wished this night would never end.

During the movie you had been quiet, not knowing what to say or do. You felt Noah's hand move as it edged closer to you when it suddenly touched the side of your ass and he pulled his hand back.

"What?" You had asked and he looked at you with a definite blush on his cheeks.

"I was going for your hand, didn't expect you to not be wearing pants." He said shyly and you laughed breathily.

"Well pants under the covers don't feel comfortable." You said simply, taking his hand and placing it on your bare thigh. "You can still touch me though."

He let out a slow sigh, his hand resting stiffly on your thigh. You moved closer to him, has hand then falling into the space between your thighs and you heard his breath hitch. You smirked, suddenly not very interested in the screen in front of you.

"You don't know what you do to me." Noah said lowly and you giggled.

"Show me then." You said and he turned towards you, grabbing your face and kissing you lips. It was immediately heated, but soon turned more relaxed. You wondered if he didn't want to do anything tonight, which would be fine, but he soon ran his hand along the waistband of your underwear, holding your hip and pulling you closer. You smiled against his lips, enjoying his hands roaming your body. You hummed as you leaned more against him.

"Love your body so much. So beautiful." He said as he kissed down you neck, then back on your lips. You pushed out your chest a bit more and straddled him, grinding down onto his semi hard cock. You pulled a moan from his lips and it only got you more horny for him.

"I want you so bad Noah." You said and he growled as he gripped your ass tighter in his hands, forcing your heat down onto him.

"I wanna give you everything. So beautiful, want you forever." Noah mumbled as he kissed down your neck. You felt chills run down your spine at his words, loving how he was worshipping you. His hands moved under the waistband of your underwear and pulled them down over your ass, a single finger picking up some of your wetness and smearing it all over your clit. You moaned at the feeling and suddenly you were impossibly impatient so you pulled your underwear down and off, and slid his shorts and underwear off him too.

He let you kiss him down his neck as he found a condom, hurrying it on his dick and giving it a few pumps.

"Wanna sit on my dick sweetheart? Hmm? Want me to fill you up?" He asked and you whined as you nodded, lifting yourself up. He rubbed the head of his cock along your slit and then pushing in, the feeling of him stretching your hole made you groan loudly and none of you seemed concerned with Noah's roommates. He grabbed a hold of you neck, just holding your neck and making you look at him.

"Such a good girl, taking my dick so well. Gonna make you feel so good baby." He said as you set the tempo, not wanting to have this over with too fast. He forced you to look him in the eyes as he slowly thrust into you. You whined out your moans, looking him in the eyes begging for him to go faster.

"Please baby...Fuck me." You said and he smiled. He guided your hips with one hand, making you remove yourself almost all of the way and then guiding you down onto him agonisingly slow. You whined and he got the message, speeding up his thrusts and you hugged him close, his hands grabbing your ass to hold you up as his pounded into you.

"Baby...Look at me." He said between breaths and you obeyed, looking into the dark pools in his eyes. He rested his nose on your, your breaths mingling and making you feel like one. You didn't know it now, but this is when you fell in love. This is when you were absolutely and irreversibly in love with Noah.

"F-feels so good Noah, god." You moaned and he smirked.

"Touch yourself. Make yourself cum baby, I love it when you touch yourself." Noah said and you blushed but complied, reaching a hand in between your bodies and rubbing your clit. Your moans and breaths quickened and Noah's smile widened.

"That's it baby, cum on my cock. Love it when your tight pussy squeezes me. Can barely hold it in myself when you do that." He said breathily and you smiled, resting your forehead on his shoulder to try and focus on your orgasm.

You felt it washing over you, the pleasure overwhelming as tears struck your eyes. You were so entranced in your orgasm you didn't even notice how loud you were being, but Noah didn't seem to mind. He himself was nearing his orgasm, so he grabbed your waist and rolled you over so he was on top. You paused him by placing a hand on the bottom of his neck and he looked at you with concern in his eyes.

"Use my cunt Noah." You said in an almost pleading way, your eyes big and still glistening from the tears and intensity of your orgasm. He held your cheek with one hand, the other on your hip and then started thrusting mercilessly into you until he came hard into the condom. You could feel the pulsing of his member inside you.

He collapsed on top of you and you rolled him off you, not being able to breathe. He smiled at you, almost dazed. You returned the smile, feeling absolutely satisfied.

"Fuck baby, you are really good at that." Noah said and you laughed. He lifted your shirt, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples and sucked lightly on it before he got up.

"I'm gonna be right back, I really need to pee." He said and you laughed, watching his naked ass as he ran out to the en suite bathroom. You looked up into the ceiling, smiling to yourself. Soon Noah joined you again, and you rested on his chest, regaining your breath.

"Snacks?" You asked and he nodded so you sat up and brought the tray over to sit in the middle of you. You talked as you snacked, no topic to taboo or cringe or anything.

The movie's credits were playing on the screen, but neither you or Noah were much concerned with that. The tray of snacks was half empty and discarded to the edge of the bed, you were facing each other, yet sitting closely, talking about anything and everything and you felt so comfortable with him.

"So did I do good?" Noah asked and you smiled, as you nodded.

"Yeah, it was perfect." you said as you admired him. His hair tousled from your activities, his hoodie slightly askew and the sneak peak of skin from his thigh under the covers. He smiled at something you said and you couldn't stop looking at his lips.

You were so gone for this man, which scared you to death.

[xxsycamore]

(MO MY DEAR MY BELOVED YOU BLESS US WITH YOUR MIND AGAIN MWUAH MWUAH orz)

First order of business, I hope Harrison appreciated his coat while he had it. Key word had

👔 - Steal their clothes to cuddle when you miss them

Love <3 V

VIO MY BELOVED AGHGH IM SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU HERE!! AND THANK U!!! Hope you've been enjoying the wave of harri (and gil) requests ehehehe

[👔] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗 '𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝…

HARRISON:

And what if the other members of Crown can see you walking around wearing Harrison's coat?

Behind their wry little smirks, have they considered that A. it's really hecking cold today, B. you miss your Harry like crazy, because you got up way too early and he's sleeping in way too much, and the coat is all you have left of him. Well, not really, it's more like it's all you could steal from him that holds his presence... The warmth of the coat is like the warmth of Harrison, and his scent clings to it, and the fur on the collar makes you feel sooo cozy. It's like you have a little pet fox clinging around your neck to keep you warm.

It's decided. Even when Harry returns from the land of dreams, you'll still be keeping his coat. That's the price he pays for leaving you without him for so long.

Speaking of the fox...

"Well well. Good morning to you too, little thief."

Your sparkling eyes betray you as you try to fold your arms in a faux grudge. It lasts exactly five seconds as Harrison approaches close enough to give you a little peck on the lips like he does every morning. He uses the proximity to whisper something in your ear.

"This is no good. You should've tried to trade with me first, fair and square. Maybe I would have happily let you have my coat if you proposed a good bargain."

...You're not giving him strawberry milk for your rightful boyfriend coat.

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[hom3landr]

Morning Musings

Enjoy my five am ramblings because I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep. No plot, just tooth rotting fluff.

It’s one of those perfect mornings, where your nose is just a little bit chilly in the early air but the rest of your body is bathed in the cozy heat of a shared bed. It’s still dark outside but if you look close you can see a faint orange hue on the horizon, about to overtake the city in a wave. There are no press conferences or contractual appearances today so you indulge in the sweet lazy satisfaction that comes from knowing you can easily slip back into slumber for as long as you wish. You’ve always been that combination of early waker but late riser. You’ve never been able to sleep in but you don’t mind because it means you have ample time to observe him.

He barely needs to sleep at all with all the V that runs through his veins. You didn’t even know he could sleep during the first year of your dalliance. Neither of you have yet acknowledged that whatever this is has long evolved past the fuck buddies arrangement you made ages ago. It was only after you found him catnapping on the couch one day after a particularly rough interview that you realized there was a difference between needing to sleep and needing to sleep. So you began coaxing into bed with you, not for sex, but to encourage him to rest and allow himself that comfort. Once he began to let his guard down, you discovered that he can sleep like a rock, all those years of denying himself such a basic need has left him powerless to escape its clutches.

You don’t mind. Especially if it means you get to hear his cute little snores that he doesn’t realize he does. You won’t tell him, he’d only get sour and insistent that he would never. It’s almost like your own little secret. It’s such a inconsequential thing but you feel like it belongs to you and nobody else. No matter what happens, you can keep that tucked away inside you like a candle on a stormy night.

You reach out and gently brush a lock of his hair back into place. He looks so innocent and boyish in sleep. All of the sharp cunning and cruel edges fade away until he appears as harmless as a kitten. It would be hard to recognize him as the indestructible man who always has a tinge of iron in his scent no matter how much he showers. Your fingertips gently brush the gentle skin of his cheek and wonder what could have been if Vought hadn’t dug its talons into him. You doubt he would be as cruel but it amuses you to think he’d keep that sharp wit. Maybe, without intent to maim.

He practically purrs at your touch although he remains deep in slumber. He always seems to know when your hands are on him. You give a light scratch at the closely shorn hair of his undercut, enjoying the way he huffs and snuggles deeper into his pillow. You would keep him like this all the time if you could, and you’re willing to admit that the reasoning is entirely selfish. You chuckle at the thought of you saving the world simply because you know how to cuddle. Surprisingly, the soft noise causes one blue eye to crack open hazily.

The way he looks at you takes your breath away. All of that sly malice and creeping paranoia, all of that decades old pain and fresh indignity, all of Homelander, is gone from his gaze. He has that look of contented shyness that comes from someone enjoying something they aren’t entirely sure they have the right to but that they shamelessly indulge in nonetheless. He looks so young, with all of that baggage briefly stripped away. You wonder again what he could have been if he had been raised properly. You’re especially fond of the image of him as a little league coach, telling a group of downtrodden kids after a loss that they’re heroes for trying. It’s a ridiculous fantasy, but you feel like you’re entitled to a little silliness.

“G’morning” he slurs out, voice still gravelly from sleep. He wraps an arm around your waist to effortlessly tug you against his chest. He buries his face in your hair and inhales, huffing your scent like it’s some kind of drug. It’s always so interesting to see how his senses inform his behavior. He’s incredibly tactile, always wanting to cover you in his scent or drown himself in the sound of your heartbeat. It intimidated you at first, how attuned he was to you. None of your other lovers even noticed if you cut your hair, much less be able to warn you before a migraine hits purely because your scent would reflect the disturbance in your brain chemistry. You worried that such an intimate knowledge of your body would push him away, but he revels in the fact that he knows you better than any human grunt could ever dream of.

It’s easy to lose yourself in these moments and forget the work that goes into this relationship day by day. You are not immune to his petty jabs or his sour temper. He’s never hurt you physically but his ruthless tongue has left you sobbing in the bathroom more times than you can count. He’s testing you, trying to find the breaking point where your love will no longer be enough to withstand him. He’ll never find it but it doesn’t make the battles any less exhausting. It’s why mornings like this are so precious to you. These moments are why you let your heart be bruised over and over.

You love him, probably more than you’ve ever loved anything. You think he knows even if he doesn’t trust in that knowledge.

He shifts, rolling on top of you in one smooth motion. Your legs spread instinctively, expecting him to slip inside for an early morning romp. It tears your heart in two when instead he uses it as a way to snuggle in even closer, to have as much skin to skin contact as possible. You remember when every touch was a calculated effort to get in your pants, because it’s the only way he had ever received reassurance or comfort from touch. You’ve noticed lately that he’s started to enjoy contact for its own sake, not just as a means to an end. You aren’t deluded enough to think you can fix him, or that the love of one person is enough to erase an entire lifetime of emotional neglect. So you don’t try. You simply love him for the sake of it.

It’s for this reason that he allows himself to be vulnerable, even if he doesn’t realize it. There is no agenda. There’s just two people who are no longer alone. Sometimes, that’s enough.

[javier-pena]

mine

Pairing: Wolverine/Logan x f!reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Rating: Explicit

Summary: You are ready for a cozy evening in front of the TV - until Logan discovers something about you.

Warnings: breeding kink (this means unprotected p in v sex) | stereotypical gender roles but in a sexy kind of way | mention of food | use of body weight to restrain someone | rough sex | hair pulling | biting | very slight choking | creampie | a little bit of cum play

Notes: So, I was (re)watching all the X-Men movies in a very confusing chronological order and I couldn't help but notice how many times people call Wolverine an animal. Paired with his apparently great sense of smell it made me want to write a breeding kink story because Wolverine deserves to be a dad and live a happy life. Big thanks, as ever, go to Dani @alexturner​​ who forced me to do better with this than I had done.

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The heat of the day is coating your neck in a sweaty sheen, a gust of warm evening air sends a cooling sensation down your spine. You straighten your back and stretch, relieving some of the tension that has been building while you were tidying up the cushions on the couch. The Canadian summer evening is still too warm for manual labor, but you want the house to look pretty for Logan.

For dinner, you’re preparing a salad and some homemade bread. All the fresh vegetables are cut and mixed, the bread is in the oven, slowly rising, a light brown crust stretching across the soft delicacy waiting inside. Now all that’s left to do is wait for your husband to get home from work. You spent all day preparing for this moment, running errands and fixing some minor things around the house. There is no special occasion justifying working through your list of chores other than wanting to spend a relaxing evening cuddled up on the couch, watching a dumb movie and sharing jokes. He deserves an evening of rest and relaxation.

Even though your senses have been on high alert for half an hour now, even though your hearing is focused on the sound of his truck tires outside of the house, your whole body brimming with anticipation, you don’t notice him coming in. But there is a presence behind you now. Something in the room is shifting; the air is thicker than before, everything is denser suddenly, and there is this tension, this strain, like a storm is about to break loose. You want to turn around and greet him, but before you get a chance, his strong, solid body is right behind you, so close you feel the warmth radiating off it. Even though he’s not touching you, you know you’re trapped, forced to stay close to the back of the couch, your gaze directed out the window opposite it, and at the mountain top you can see from here, bathed in that strange, everlasting summer glow.

Something is different tonight.

He touches you with a sudden urgency. His large hands cover your hips and part of your thighs as he pulls you back into him and you let him hold you while he towers above you. Nose buried in your neck, he breathes you in, the air tickling your warm skin. His grip is unrelenting, hard as steel – he makes it obvious that freeing yourself is not an option. But you don’t want to, not when he runs his lips over your shoulders, not when he pulls you even closer with a soft growl.

“I could smell you from halfway up the mountain,” he finally says, voice gravelly with want. And then he presses his clothed, hard length against your backside. “Did you wear a sundress on purpose? Did you leave the windows open on purpose? Admit it, you just wanted to distract me, lure me inside.”

You laugh airily, trying to downplay your confusion. “Logan, what are you talking about? How am I distracting you?”

He stops moving behind you and you can feel the tension rolling off him, you can feel how he’s holding back in the strain of his arms, in the way he gives you a tiny bit more space. Your breath catches in your throat, and you have to bite down on your bottom lip to keep from whimpering. Yes, something is definitely different tonight.

When he speaks again, his voice is so deep it sends a jolt of pleasure down your spine. “Gorgeous thing like you, completely oblivious …,” he whispers, making you hold your breath, “it’s a good thing you have me to take care of you, sweetheart.”

He pulls you back into his chest, nose nudging your jaw and neck. Before you can get lost in the sensation, he cups one of your breasts and squeezes tightly, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from you. And while he doesn’t allow you a single second to compose yourself, it dawns on you. It’s not easy to do the math when he’s all over you, but once you counted and recounted there can be no doubt. The rest of it isn’t important. You don’t care about the rest. Not when he’s pulling up the hem of your dress to grab handfuls of your ass. Not when he’s kneading it, pulling on the flesh, squeezing it. Not when he doesn’t stop until you both hear it – the lips of your pussy parting with a wet sound, and you grab the backrest of the couch to steady yourself. You know you’re adding fuel to the fire, but you can’t stop yourself from moaning his name, from trying to assure him you want this, from begging him to continue because you’re so wet for him all rational thought is impossible. Those few sounds are all he needs.

Those few sounds make him feral.

The next thing you hear is the sound of your dress tearing. He doesn’t care about ruining your clothes, not tonight, not when he’s guided by some ancient, animalistic instinct. Tightly wrapping the shreds around his hand and curling it into a fist, he presses it into your back to push you forward, make you lean over the backrest of the couch you just tidied up so nicely. Your breath comes in short bursts, somewhere between gulps and quiet moans, little pleas of anticipation. Another tear follows as he gets rid of your panties, pulls them off you and discards them carelessly. You’re starting to feel dizzy from how shallow you’re breathing, and you barely manage to remain standing, even though you have the couch to lean on. And then he unbuckles his belt.

You developed a Pavlovian response to that sound long ago, to the thick leather gliding through the hard metal holding it in place. But tonight, you don’t need it. Tonight, he already has you leaking in anticipation. You just close your eyes and wait for him, for the press of his thick length against your folds, for the way he will claim you with sure thrusts.

He makes you wait for it though, leaning down again, pressing his chest against your back, pushing you harder against the couch. The way he has trapped you now makes it impossible to escape. He breathes you in again, nose pressed against your neck. With his free hand, he lifts your hair, pulls on it to force you to expose more skin, holding it tightly wrapped around his fist once he’s satisfied. And then he bites down, hard, so fucking hard, that you know you’ll wake up a marked woman tomorrow. The feeling of his teeth digging into your soft flesh, the pain it brings you, makes you scream in surprise and need. You try to shift, to get just a tiny bit of friction against your clit because this is becoming unbearable. Your arousal is dripping down your thighs, and if he smelled what time of the month it is for you from outside the house, he’s definitely smelling that.

He pushes himself off you with a grunt and lets go of your hair. You barely have time to catch your breath before you feel his full, heavy cock press against your exposed ass. He runs it down to your soaked folds, teases you, gives you just enough to make your blood boil. And then he finally pushes inside of you, not slow and gentle like he usually does, but with one short, hard thrust that makes your fingers dig harder into the backrest of the couch as you hold on for dear life.

He gives you two more thrusts, almost experimentally, as if he’s trying to determine the right angle and the best amount of force to use, and once he’s satisfied, he grunts, “You’re taking me so well, sweetheart.” And then he lets go of the last bit of restraint that was still holding him back.

The couch beneath you shakes with his hard thrusts. It’s already too much, you feel on the verge of an orgasm, so you force yourself to focus on the way he feels inside of you, on how he’s stretching you open.

“I want to fill you.” It sounds like a promise.

He leans down again, which changes the angle slightly and makes you push yourself up on your tiptoes to accommodate him. Once more, he buries his teeth in your shoulder, worries the flesh between his teeth until tears shoot to your eyes.

“I’m going to make you take my cum over and over again until you’re swelling,” he growls right next to your ear, “until I can see it leak from your pretty cunt, until it takes.”

You struggle against him, but not to escape him. Pushing yourself back onto his cock until he’s buried to the hilt inside of you, you want to tell him how much you want this, but before you get a chance, he pushes himself back up. There is one tiny indulgence you allow yourself though, one glance across your shoulder at the man who has you in his grip, at your husband, the father of your future children. Your gaze lands on his eyes clouded over with feral lust, his flushed neck, his shirt stretched tightly over his chest, as he struggles to keep breathing.

“Please, I want it to take,” you whisper. “Please fuck me harder, please make sure it stays inside of me.”

You roll your hips forward then backward, letting your head fall down between your straining arms. Again and again, you push and push, desperately fucking yourself on his cock while he tries to match you. All that is audible between the two of you are the sounds of your shared desperation. And it’s not enough.

“Please fill me up,” you beg. “Please … I – I want to ride you afterwards.”

You’re not sure if it’s too much, if it goes beyond what he wants to do tonight. He lets go of your dress, but grabs your hip to still you, and for one wild moment you’re sure it was too much. It’s only the hard, frenzied way he starts to thrust into you over and over again that disabuses you. His other hand finds its way to your neck and closes around it, not hard, but definitely strong enough to keep you in your place.

“You’re going to look so fucking beautiful and full when it takes …” He’s out of breath now. “And don’t worry, it will take.” That thought alone, that image of your belly growing big with his child, makes your head spin. After a beat, he adds, “Everyone will know you belong to me.”

It immobilizes you. You let him fuck you like this, rough and fast, so hard every thrust pushes you into the couch and pushes the couch along the floor. He’s so strong, stronger than anyone you know, and you couldn’t wish for a better protector for you and the child he will give you. But then any thought, any feeling, any stirring at all is fucked out of your head and heart when he tightens his hold on you and his thrusts become frantic, animalistic. It feels like he doesn’t care if he breaks you, all he cares about is breeding you. Your pussy clenches tightly around his cock, fighting to keep him inside of you, and with that little bit of extra friction he comes, emptying himself with a low grunt.

You can feel his spend coating your walls, and that is what pushes you over the edge. You join him, whimpering desperately, clenching and clenching until he has given you every last drop. He pulls out roughly and you whimper more; the feeling of being used by him like this makes the edges of your ebbing orgasm flare up again. The sound you hear when he drops to his knees behind you is dull, the sound you hear when he pushes a hand between your legs is wet.

He gathers some of his spend leaking out of you on his fingers, then shoves them up between your legs roughly, trying to keep it all inside of you. You let him, even though you’re overstimulated, and every touch makes you push yourself away from his ministrations. He grips your hip again to hold you in place, pushes two fingers inside of you, and you whimper loudly, unable to escape the onslaught.

“Mine,” he growls, as he watches his fingers coated in your joint arousal disappear inside your swollen folds.

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wolverine/logan taglist: @paintlavillered​

permanent taglist: @amneris21​ | @aurelacmoon | @chronic-nosebleed​ | @din-jarhead​ | @harriedandharassed​ | @littlemissthistle​ | @martellthemandalor​ | @nyfeeer | @nobodys-baby-now​ | @od-ends​ | @pedrorascal​ | @radiowallet​

[floydsmuse]

keep me warm

warnings: 18+, mdni, fingering, p in v, cock warming, little fluff too <3

pairing: Rhett Abbott x f! reader (no y/n)

description: after working out at the ranch on a particularly freezing day, Rhett returns home to you & is in need of some warming up…(wc 2k+)

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a/n: happy thanksgiving to those who celebrate lovelies! i haven’t written for Rhett in a minute, so i just knew i needed to :)) i really hope you enjoy this! as always, likes & comments are great! reblogs are appreciated too🥰💕 tysm!

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Rhett had been working around the ranch on a particularly frigid day. It was that weird transitional period between fall & winter. It hadn’t snowed yet, but the weather was destined to leave one frostbitten if they didn’t take the proper precautions & bundle up. You knew Rhett was a grown man & was fully capable of taking care of himself, but you couldn’t help but gently remind him to put on a winter coat & some additional layers for extra warmth. It’s not that you tried to be bossy, but you cared deeply about his well-being & didn’t want to see him get sick.

Rhett really appreciated your concern & certainly thanked his lucky stars that he had you in his life, to keep him in line & be his life support during tough times. But for whatever reason, this time he chose not to listen to your requests. He completely neglected to take his coat & opted to just wear one of his infamous flannels before heading out to the ranch.

You were too caught up at your own job to be aware that Rhett was putting himself through a form of self sabotage. You yourself were feeling the cold, just eager to be off the clock & head on home to your bf. You pictured the both of you cuddled up under some wool blankets, in front of the fireplace, in the comforts of your cozy little house. You knew Rhett would be needing all the warmth he could get, having been working out in the freezing cold all day long.

~

The time had finally reached five & you were on your way out. The cold air immediately struck your body as soon as you stepped outside, making you shiver involuntarily & goosebumps were forming on your skin. Even with all of the layers you had on, it still had a great effect on you. You had hoped that Rhett would be back at the house by the time you’d arrive, but you knew he’d sometimes get caught up & wouldn’t always be back at a consistent time or hour.

~

About a ten minute drive or so goes by & you arrive back. You don’t see Rhett’s car in the driveway & your heart sinks to your stomach. He was still out & it was pitch black now. you considered calling him, to see when he’d be back. You reach for your phone in your bag, pull up Rhett’s contact & call him. Only a few rings are heard on your end & it goes straight to voicemail. You let out a sigh, but figured that he was either too busy finishing up something or maybe he was heading back now, too focused on his driving to pick up. You had hoped it was the latter. Shaking your head, you turn off the car, grab your bag & quickly head inside.

You knew you were going to wait for Rhett to get home to have dinner like you always did, so you decided in the meantime to set out some blankets & pillows in the den. You made yourself a cup of tea & waited for him to get back.

~

Some time had passed & you found yourself drifting off into a light slumber. Before sleep could fully take over your body though, the sound of the front door opening & closing shut is what made you regain complete consciousness. You hear the familiar sound of heavy footsteps coming in your general direction. But before they fully reach you, you hear Rhett head into the kitchen & presumably grab a drink from the fridge. You’re still half asleep & once you up look at the clock with heavy eyes, you notice that it’s almost 9:30 pm. You mentally smack Rhett across the head for coming home so late. Damn Royal would push him too hard sometimes, keeping him out too late & making him work through harsh conditions especially on a night like this where the weather had reached below double digits. You were mentally slapping him across the head too. You suddenly perked up at the sound of those heavy footsteps again, approaching you now. You turn your head slightly to see that he’s shivering & his teeth are slightly chattering. His cheeks & nose are a bright red, his eyes watering. He looks like he is on the brink of being frostbitten. You don’t hesitate to get up from your place on the couch, reaching out to gently touch his face,

“Ah babe, you’re as cold as ice! Come sit, sit. Get nice & cozy under the blankets. I’ll make you a cup of tea.”

Rhett doesn’t quite say anything, as you practically push him down onto the couch & throw the blankets around his body. You were about to make your way back to the kitchen, but before you could make another move he grabs your arm,

“Do-don’t need tea. Just need ya right ere’ with me.”

His words come out through click clackity teeth & you don’t even think twice about getting under the blankets with him. You wrap your arms around his frame, the chill emanating off of him, as he clings closer to your body. There’s a comfortable silence between the pair of you, with you trying to warm Rhett back to life & him just allowing it to happen. After only a few moments you break the ever growing silence,

“Is there a reason why you didn’t wear your coat or put on some extra layers? You could’ve gotten yourself sick or even worse.”

Concern was evidently laced in your voice. You weren’t trying to be raid him or interrogate him, but you wanted to get to the bottom of this. Rhett was still not warming up, even from being under all of the thick blankets. there were times when Rhett simply didn’t use his head & often threw himself into situations without thinking twice about the consequences or results. It was something you knew he was trying to work on, but he still found himself slipping back into his usual ways.

Rhett shifts slightly from his seat on the couch, trying to find his voice in his current predicament. he doesn’t say anything, instead he pulls you directly onto his lap so that you’re straddling him. Hia hand reaches for yours, placing it down onto his bulge & your breath hitches in your throat,

“I- Ineed ya to…”

Rhett’s voice comes out strained & he can’t seem to put into words what he’s needing. You reach up with your other hand as it meets the side of his face, rubbing your thumb lightly over his cheek & encouraging him to convey to you what he wants in this moment,

“I’m so cold. I..I need ya to warm me up, please.”

He pleaded, practically begging you for some sort of relief & pulling you closer into him by your hips. You finally understood what he was yearning for & didn’t waste another second. You lean forward, placing a quick peck to his chapped lips. You shift awkwardly. Removing your work pants, leaving you in just your panties & sweatshirt. Next you go to unzip Rhett’s jeans & pull them down enough to let his cock free from its restraints, fiery red & veiny in all of its glory.

You grab a hold of it & begin to give it some light strokes. It was chilled to the touch & you heard Rhett let out a groan at the sudden action. You knew that it was going to be a stretch due to the very size alone & you weren’t even sure if it would fit due to the lack of lubrication. You make a decision, opting to take a digit & stick it into your weeping hole. Your measly finger enters & starts off at rather decent pace. You certainly don’t feel as full or complete, but you figured that it would do for now. Rhett takes notice of you going at it. He grabs your hand & instead replaces your finger with his one of own. He pumps it in & out, making sure to curl it for your upmost pleasure & allowing it to rub against your gummy walls each time. All that was heard were the squelching wet noises coming from your pussy & the sounds of your little whimpers. You couldn’t help but throw your head back at the very sensation & let out an almost pornagraphic moan. Rhett’s fingers always felt so much better than yours. Them being bigger & longer, completely capable of hitting that spot inside you just right,

“Don’t stop, agh..feels amazing.”

You breathily let out, knowing damn well that Rhett wasn’t going to stop until you reach your breaking point.

You find yourself grinding onto his finger, bouncing up & down onto him as he adds in a second one. You swear his fingers were like magic & always were capable of making you completely crumble from their movements. Each pump ignites a fire deep inside of you & makes stars line your vision. you keep up on your rhythm. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, as Rhett continues to vigorously finger you like his life depended on it. He lets out light curses at the beautiful sight of you above him, in such a pleasure induced state,

“Rhett, I’m gonna-“

Before you could even finish your sentence, you let go. Your orgasm hitting you like a wave in the ocean & all you could do was fall into Rhett’s chest, as he pulls his fingers out of you & lets you take a second to compose yourself. You were a trembling mess above him, panting & trying to steady your breathing. Rhett reaches up to brush your hair out of your face & places a kiss onto your now sweat glistened forehead. You press your foreheads together, to regain some much needed energy & stamina. You knew that you had to return the favor now. You knew what Rhett was so desperately needing.

You lift your head up from his chest & grab hold of his now hardened cock. He lets out a grunt & allows his head to fall back against the edge of the couch. You don’t waste another minute, lining up his plush mushroom tip with your seeping wet entrance. You sink down onto him & you both let out a collective gasp at the intimate connection. You start to pick up on a steady rhythm, but Rhett is quick to stop you. you look down at him through hooded eyes, as he pulls you back into his chest, hugging you tightly as if you were a life line. All he wanted was the close contact & the warmth ness of your slick covered walls in this very moment.

Youu cuddle up further into Rhett, wrapping your arms around him, while his arms wrap securely around your waist. You could hear him letting out little hums & sighs of contentment at the intimate closeness. You were happy to know that you were the only one who had the ability to make him feel like this. To give him the access to just be wrapped up in you & become absolute putty in your grasp. Your hand reaches up to rub the hair at his nape, & you find yourself leaving feather light kisses along the side of his neck. It wasn’t meant as a gesture to take things further, it was instead used as a way to ground him & to reassure him that you weren’t going anywhere. You knew how bad Rhett needed this. how bad he was craving it. He had you completely filled up & linked to him. You couldn’t lie, you loved moments like these. you loved that you had a partner like Rhett who doesn’t shy away from what he needs & isn’t afraid to let you take care of him. It wasn’t always this way, but as your relationship progressed & you two grew together, he let this guarded persona subside & invited you in. Rhett trusted you & felt this security, this longing he had been missing since he met you. He was indebted to you & only you.

You knew you were going to have a serious talk with him tomorrow about bundling up when he goes out to work again & insist that you will “fight” him on it next time if he refuses. But for now you two stayed like this, intimately connected & at bliss in your cozy little home.

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[babsvibes]

Bob’s Burgers Fic Rec List: Valentine’s Addition!

I went ahead and mixed in platonic, family fluff and other ship fics too, so not everything is strictly romantic or Valentine’s themed 💕 feel free to throw your recs in the replies!

and tell all the stars above, this is dedicated to the one i love by @jimmyjrsmusoems: a collection of valentine's day themed one-shots based on prompts by tumblr user 'elfboyeros'. A lot of ships, all good.

Clip Clop, It's Basically a Crop Top by @sailoreuterpe: Tina's favorite shirt is missing. She finds it in the best possible place. Sustina.

Forget-Me-Nots and Marigolds by @eroticfriendfictions: A collection of one shots centered around older Tina and Jimmy Jr. after they start living together. Tinimmy.

Happy Anniversary (Whenever It Is...) by @ltwharfy: Fifteen-year-old Rudy gives Louise a gift to celebrate the first anniversary of their first date. Louise does not agree that it is their first anniversary. Roudise.

helplessly and hopelessly smitten by @jimmypesto: A collection of Valentine’s Day fics about The Belchers and company. Also a lot of ships and also all good.

I’m Not That Girl by an orphaned account: Gene is uncharacteristically upset about Valentine's Day, so Tina takes the case. Gene/Alex. Gene & Tina centric.

i think we do this love thing right by @br1ghtestlight: Bob and Linda try to cuddle without waking up Louise. Boblin.

Stargazers by @keepyourhornson-spyro: Midnight stargazing on the beach should have been cozy and romantic; it’s more like ice cold and, well, still pretty damn romantic. Tedmort.

the color of an ordinary day by @jimmypesto: Zeke and Tina enjoy their first Valentine’s Day together, even when they get caught up in a side quest. Zekina.

There's Nothing in This World I Wouldn't Do by @fallinggravity678: Gene finds Tina awake in the middle of the night during his usual midnight snack run. Platonic Belcher siblings fic. Gene & Tina centric.

Valentine’s Day Blues by babywalsh: Louise is upset about Valentine's until she goes home to find a gift waiting for her...from an unlikely person. Platonic louigan.

V-Day D-Day by @big-wet-rose: It’s Valentine’s Day, and Louise lets her nerves get the better of her. Louigan.

We Grew Up Together, That's Never Gonna Change by galacticfoxes: Even as they got older, they always seemed to have the same dynamic. Platonic Belcher siblings fic.

your eyes look like coming home by @jimmypesto: Five of the Valentine’s Days that Bob and Linda have spent together over the years. Boblin.

[butididntpourthewhiskeys]

CITYBOUND

🎧 Listen to: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lby9rwBNWTY

I've been working on this silly little piece for a while, but.. well.. someone was missing 🏈 don't take this too serious and enjoy xx (P.S. no idea if this will be continued or not, just sharing with you on here)

Rain is lashing against the Victorian windows, right above the mustard-colored couch at the end of the generous living room. A vanilla bean candle right over the fireplace is still burning from earlier this morning. Earlier, when Taylor had to get herself to wake up before dawn. Earlier, when she needed a cozy environment to have her coffee at this ungodly hour. 

She takes a sip from her lukewarm coffee mug. 

Snack box, water bottle, pencil case, and the coloring book. She takes one last look inside the little turtle backpack in front of her. She didn't forget to add the little Polaroid in the tiny, purple, plushy heart frame that shows her and Eleanor all cuddled together. It's a picture, small but meaningful enough, to let Eleanor take with her whenever she separates from Taylor for a while. It's not a memory, more a reassurance for her. A reminder, that mommy loves her. That no matter what, mommy will be there, ready to pick her up at the end of the day. 

Taylor makes sure that the little post on the back of the tiny frame is sticking. A little message for Eleanor's kindergarten teacher to read for her. 

My sweet angel Eleanor, I hope you will have the most magical first day at your new kindergarten. I can't wait to hear about your day! I love you so much. Mommy.

Taylor makes sure to place the frame on the very top department of the small bag, then zips up the small backpack.

"Honey, we need to leave soon. Did you find your hair clip?" she just yells up the stairs, almost stumbles over Benjamin who appears to be sitting right in the doorframe between the kitchen and hallway of this big New York apartment. As always. These cats always need to be in the way, especially on stressful mornings like these. Apologetically, Taylor crouches down once, caresses the cat's head and continues walking towards her little daughter's room. Just a few minutes ago, she convinced Taylor that she will choose the hair clip she wants Taylor to put into her hair this morning. But now, instead of going through her little jewelry box (which consists of 85% cat-themed hair clips and bracelets), the five-year-old is sitting right behind the big and cozy chair at the end of her room. 

Taylor knows how nervous the little girl is. And she wishes she could take this from her. She wishes she could go through this very first day at her very new kindergarten for her, but she can't. 

The blonde woman takes a few steps closer to her daughter. In her burgundy boots and in her black wool dress, she crouches down slightly, just watches her little daughter focus anxiously on the doll in her hand. 

Taylor just sighs. She doesn't need to say anything. She knows. She can feel the anxiety radiating from her. With her left hand, Taylor just slowly caresses the soft and chubby cheek. 

"Are you nervous?" she whispers, more like a statement and less like a question. Eleanor nods. She's brave. Taylor expected tears this morning. At least. But Eleanor is brave. She has gotten dressed almost all by herself already. A big girl. She could never find words to describe how proud she is to be her mother. How proud she is to see this little girl go through life, at just five years old. 

"Mommy, I don't want to go," she whispers then, and Taylor sighs again. She doesn't know what to say. Feelings from her own childhood come back up. Her biggest fear until today is Eleanor being a target in school or having to endure a similar treatment as Taylor did at a young age. But not allowing her to go out there and make these crucial experiences would be just as bad. She has to be the tough mom now. She has to make her go to this new kindergarten. 

"I know, baby. I know. Come here, can I get some cuddles?" she whispers. She knows Eleanor is in need of some proximity now, but Taylor is just as much. She grabs the big baby, realizes once more how heavy she's gotten because she is, in fact, not a baby anymore. With Eleanor clinging onto Taylor like a monkey, Taylor slowly gets up, rubs her small back up and down. She naturally presses her nose into Eleanor's curly hair, breathes her baby in a few times. 

"I don't want to go, mommy," she mumbles again. This time, Taylor can sense a whiny undertone. She knew these tears would come this morning. And that's okay. "You know what? I think once you're there, and we've met your teacher and your classmates, you will be actually happy to be there." Taylor tries, putting on her most excited and happy voice possible. 

"I have already packed your bag, and your teachers actually told me that you will be painting today, so I also got you some new watercolors. Because I know how much you love painting, baby. I'm sure you will have so much fun and have so many new friends when you come home." Eleanor has slowly pulled back, her chin trembling a little bit. She's still hyperfocused on the little doll in her hand. Taylor can't help but smile at the little pout. She's literally a miniature version of herself sometimes. A crazy feeling. 

"Oh my love..." she sighs, her lips already on the small forehead again. "Mommy will come with you for now. And we will meet everyone together, okay? And then it's just one hour without mommy for today. Just a few minutes. And then I will pick you up, and we will get pizza together with grandma and grandpa. We can also get some ice cream. Does that sound good?" Eleanor just shakes her head. Taylor tries to take it easy. 

"Let's go with the Meredith hair clip? You love this one!" Taylor says, has already let her big baby onto the floor again and reaches for Eleanor's favorite hair clip on the carpet. It's a little cat face on a hairpin of a cat that looks just like Mer. She knows that not even the Meredith hair clip can get the little pout out of her daughter's face this morning. But that's just what motherhood is like sometimes. You just got to get on with it. You just got to be tough sometimes. Taylor reaches for the little wild curl on Eleanor's head and carefully clips in the hair clip. She looks absolutely adorable. A little red corduroy romper covering her body, and the softest purple glitter tights covering her little legs. Taylor presses one last kiss onto the little stubborn cheek. 

"Come on, baby. Let's get going."

"I think it's fine for you to leave now," the small woman from the kindergarten staff next to Taylor whispers into the singer's ear. Taylor tries not to make any sound, just to ensure that Eleanor won't notice her leaving. The children are sitting in a circle, presenting their paintings of sea animals that they just worked on. Eleanor was very clingy these first few minutes, but Taylor is proud of how much she's come out of her shell already. Not only did she muster the courage to ask the little boy next to her if she could borrow some of his blue paint, but she also seems to have gotten along very well with her teacher so far, even giving her a hug after the first initial introduction. Taylor is relieved. She smiles thankfully at the lady next to her, then slowly tiptoes out of the classroom. She shouldn't have worn boots with heels. She should've known how difficult it would be to sneak out of this classroom. As soon as the woman behind her closes the door, Taylor smiles at her one last time, then steals a last look at Eleanor. She takes a deep breath. She hopes this will be a good new beginning for her. A good new beginning in this city.

Taylor now casually makes her way through the hallway, reaches for her phone in her bag. She just wants to know if any paparazzi have followed them or not. Surely, Brandon would have warned her in advance. But instead of seeing a text from her security, she finds a different text from a different person. A person whose text forces her to smile quietly.

Turns out food safety is another argument for me to just stay a DoorDash Premium member…

Taylor has to cover her mouth as she clicks on the image he just sent her. He took a selfie of himself in front of his stove. The salmon in his pan is burned. To say the least. A black coat of burned oil is covering the fish. This idiot. She can't believe it. Just when she's about to text him back, she shrugs. He's calling her. His name in big bold letters on her phone.

"Hey, chef," she teases as she picks up, can already hear his gentle laugh at the end of the phone line, his voice as dark and rusty as she remembers it. And it does something to her. Something she's oh so familiar with. She's still standing in this kindergarten hallway, just amusedly holds her phone to her ear. Looking around this building, it baffles her how tiny everything is. Tiny chairs in a tiny room. The smell of disinfectant and hot chocolate in the air. Her absolute dream.

"Hey, stranger," he answers her, a laugh also escaping his mouth. She can't tell if he's being nervous or if his little laugh is a reaction to her actually being funny. It's a dynamic with him that she's not really familiar with. He by far is the most confident man she's ever seen, yet her little remark at the beginning of the call really wasn't that comedic after all.

"How's the shrimp pasta coming along?" Taylor says, still standing awkwardly in the school hallway, her gaze now on one of the children's paintings framed on the wall. A five-year-old has painted a whole zoo. The dimensions of the giraffe in comparison to the tiger are clearly off and it makes her smirk while holding her phone to her ear.

"Well, I can confidently say that this has been by far the most disgusting meal I've ever had," he says in a serious tone that makes her giggle. He's weird. Refreshingly weird.

"You tried, okay. That counts for something."

"I guess," he says, and suddenly it gets quiet. She swallows once, can hear him open his mouth once, then stop himself from further talking.

"So..."

"So?" she repeats after him.

"How was the first day of kindergarten for your baby girl?" he asks then, and Taylor smiles. This definitely has been a weird topic between them, and she can't shake it off. It's the first time she's seeing someone, even just casually, after spending years of her life trying to get it right with Eleanor's dad. It's the first time she's navigating getting to know a stranger while keeping him at a good distance from her baby.

"It was… surprisingly good so far," Taylor says, her eyes already looking back at the classroom she just sat in for a while. It's hard to picture Eleanor turning around in the next hour, only to find that mommy has left. Taylor swallows. Hopefully, she will be too distracted to even have this thought.

"Just a few tears this morning, but she's had a blast painting with the other kids. I'm really relieved so far," she says, can already hear him smile at the end of the line.

"I'm glad. It's a big deal for her, at that age."

"Yeah, for sure," Taylor replies. She appreciates his words, yet she's very well aware that he has no idea what he's talking about.

"What's new with you? Besides the cooking," she asks then, deciding to make her way out of the building to get some fresh air. As soon as she takes a step onto the autumnal sidewalk in the heart of Gramercy, she can see her security guard signaling her to get into the big black car at the side of the street. She just shakes her head. No one is on the street. And she really wants to soak in just a few minutes of the now oh so weak sun rays of Fall in New York.

"Nothing is exciting. Just practice. Got my massage this morning. Got my car checked earlier today, too."

His mundane speech is interrupted by Taylor laughing out loud. It immediately brings a smile to his face.

"Could you be any more Midwestern?"

Travis laughs with her for a second. She does have a point.

"Hey, don't forget where you come from, missy." He jokes, as Taylor starts talking again.

"What is it like getting massages for a living?" she says, clearly amused by his daily schedule. She can't imagine getting a muscle massage every single day. But then also, she can't imagine working out for a living - every single day.

"Not as great as you think it is."

Silence comes back for a second. But this time, it's a different kind.

"Well, I'll be in New York on Saturday for a day. I'd be very happy to extend that trip for another night and demonstrate to you what type of massages actually live up to the hype…"

Taylor stands there in her wool coat, long blonde hair over her shoulders, arms crossed and her mouth slightly open. She's shocked. To say the least. But it also makes her stomach and the lower region of her abdomen tingle. Flashbacks of the past weeks in bed with him slowly come up, and she can't believe how blunt he is about it.

"Wow, a massage? That's how you're trying to get me laid?"

"Travis laughs nervously at her, and she can't say she doesn't do the same. What she would give to have that massage right here, right now. An interesting development of the past weeks. He's awakened a physical hunger in her that she hasn't known in years. Maybe it's his height and the fact that his physical appearance could knock her over in a second. Maybe it's because he triggers a fundamental, primal response in her nervous system with his huge hands, his dark voice, and his physical predominance. She needs to have him. She needs to feel his weight on her under any circumstances. She swallows.

"I'm just offering you my services, baby."

His smugness frustrates her. She smiles. Never in a lifetime did she think this would ever work on her again.

"You do realize, though, that I have a kid? I can't... I can't just be gone for the night, Travis. Last time was different because I was gone for work, but..."

"Hey, I get it. Your baby always comes first. How about you get yourself a babysitter, we spend a few hours together, and you'll be home before your daughter wakes up again."

She nods. He's not wrong. Even though she's a mother now does not mean she shouldn't go out, date. Just live a little. Taylor sighs. The fresh wind bracing her face. She closes her eyes for a second. Mascara on her eyelashes. The warmth of the sun on her face. She smiles slowly.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah, I... I'll find a way."

He smiles, laughs slowly.

"Alright then," he says in his southern accent. She rolls her eyes. What is she doing?! "I'll text you my schedule later. Can't wait."

She doesn't say anything further.

"Speak soon."

"No, he's a... horse. A f..." she keeps her lips from cursing for a second, remembers that her child is right next to her. Ashley just amusedly watches her pass the mug of hot chocolate to Eleanor. The little blonde girl struggles not to spill the drink. After all, this green mug is half the size of her head. Taylor sits down next to the little girl on the kitchen stool, both hands still securely around the beverage, helping her take a sip from the hot drink.

"I mean, he's a literal... Midwestern gorilla. It's just..."

Ashley starts laughing again, just amusedly takes another sip from her coffee. Eleanor didn't seem interested in anything her mom has said so far. Just now is when she signals Taylor she's had enough sips from her cup for now, then looks up at Taylor with a hot chocolate mustache.

"A gorilla?"

Taylor also has to laugh at Eleanor's reaction. Her left hand already playing with one of the little curly pigtails on her head.

"Yeah, a gorilla. In the zoo. Where... where you went with grandpa to in Nashville, remember?" she says, has clearly had lots of practice making sure that the five-year-old won't understand what this conversation really is about. Ashley still giggles at Taylor and her daughter. She's being unbelievable sometimes.

"He's not, Tay. Just because he's not..."

Ashley looks at Eleanor, who is freeing herself from Taylor's grip and makes her way out of the kitchen. It seems the two women have successfully bored the little girl to death. "Just because he's not B-R-I-T-I-S-H and comes with an anxiety disorder and an English degree doesn't mean he's dumb."

Taylor places her cup on the kitchen table in front of her. She sighs. Ashley is right. Everyone is right. Her behavior towards Travis is pretty unfair. All she does is go around, telling people how uninterested she is in him, simply because he doesn't measure up to her standards in men. Standards that have led her to be a single mom in her thirties. Clearly, she's in the wrong here.

"I know. I know, it's just..."

She sighs, looking back at her friend again. "He's not my type. Like... not at all."

"Oh, we've been knew," the blonde small woman says, making Taylor break a laugh too.

"But first of all, the sex..."

Taylor has lowered her voice at the end of the sentence, just to ensure her daughter won't hear any of this. "And then besides the mind-blowing sex, he also, he just... he makes some charming points." she adds, and Ashley smiles. It's been a while since she's seen Taylor like this. She acts like she's too cool for Travis, but there's something about him that still makes her giddy, overthinking every interaction, calling her up on a Thursday afternoon to come over and listen to her. It reminds her a lot of who her friend was ten years ago. Years before she met Joe, started a family with him, and found herself in the most isolating situation for a good half of these years. She loves seeing her like this again. She loves witnessing how she's testing the waters once more. Especially when her counterpart does nothing but worship the ground she walks on. It's what she deserves. It really is.

"He does. And you smile a lot lately." Ashley adds, can see Taylor blushing. She gets shy all of a sudden, then shakes her head enthusiastically.

"Well, the sex..."

"I'm not convinced it's just that."

Taylor giggles.

"Whatever. For now, there's nothing more. And that's what we agreed on. I won't bring Eleanor into a situation where..."

Taylor doesn't need to say more. If she knows one thing about Taylor, it's that she will forever be Eleanor's mom first. She's an excellent mother. Never in a million years would she do anything that could harm her child. One of the things Ashley and everyone else admires so much about her.

"Hey, listen to me." Ashley grabs her friend's hand. She's forced to look at her for a second. That look on her face will forever be something she can't ever forgive Joe for. That insecure look, that uncertainty, that self-doubt.

"You deserve this. You deserve to meet new people, have some fun, not think too much. You can... you can be a great mother while still letting go a little."

Taylor nods. She lets those words sink in for a second, just looks down at her coffee cup, then strokes a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. It's been a while since someone has said this to her. It's been a while since she had allowed herself to even think of opening up to someone again.

"I know." she says then. Her hand now over Ashley's. "Thanks. For... for everything." she says then. Ashley smiles, pulls her in for a gentle hug.

"No need to say thanks, Tay. It's the truth. Enjoy this. This is good for you. Blake literally said to me last week that she thinks this is a good idea. He's charming, he's kind... just... roll with it. And obviously, I'll be your babysitter on Saturday."

Taylor giggles for a second, then ends the hug again.

"Well, thanks so much. And it's great you are all so talkative when it comes to my sex life." she jokes.

"The things we do to get you laid." she jokes. Taylor just rolls her eyes laughing, was about to add something to what Ash just says as little steps are audible in the big kitchen. She feels a hand pulling on her skirt. Ashley immediately turns around to find the little girl standing next to her with a piece of paper. It's astonishing sometimes how much she looks like Taylor. Big blue eyes, blonde curls, and the same laugh as her mother.

"Look, I did this for you." she says proudly. Taylor laughs, and Ashley covers her mouth in shock. "You painted this for me, angel?"

Eleanor nods proudly.

"This is beautiful. Oh my gosh. Is that me?"

Taylor quietly watches the interaction between Eleanor and Ashley. The little girl in her sweater with a panda on the chest crawls up on the chair next to Ashley and starts explaining her painting in great detail. Taylor is glad that Eleanor's spirits are so high after her first day at Kindergarten. She came home completely exhausted but happy, took a long nap, and woke up wanting to continue painting. Just like she did with her teachers today. Taylor smiles at the two next to her, suddenly sees her phone screen lighting up again. The third time today.

"Oh, this is a nice room." she gushes, walking up to the big window front facing Central Park from the 49th floor. It's dark outside, has started raining a while back. Central Park looks like a big dark cloud from up here. Nothing but dark green trees, some lanterns in between lighting the urban forest up like starlights. She gasps for a second. The sight of Columbus Circle right underneath her looks phenomenal. Almost absurd. She's so high above the city that this massive street looks like a tiny Lego street. One that Eleanor plays with at home. A miniature version of the real world. A nice thought to think that this is what reality really is from up here.

"Are you being sarcastic?" she can hear the big man laugh behind her. She turns around for a second, witnesses him turning on the little side lamp by the end of the room.

"Why do you think that?" she asks, an undertone of offensiveness in her. Does he really think she's too snobbish for a five-star hotel?

Travis looks back at her, and it takes a second of his grin to make her understand. This is one of the games he loves to play with her. He loves to tease, he loves to fight her with little things like these. Because at the end of the day, Taylor is convinced that he knows. He knows that none of this matters to her. It never really did.

"I'm just messing with you." he says underneath his smiling breath then, makes her way up to where she's standing. He's so close, and Taylor can not just see that in their reflection in the window in front of her. She can feel his breath on her side. His cologne in her nose. It's quiet in the room. Quiet between them, for the first time tonight. Dinner was fun. Lots of chatting and lots of wine. She likes his presence. She can't deny that. Even though they couldn't be more different from one another in the way they chose to live their lives.

"This is so beautiful." she whispers then. Her chest is rising. She can't dare turn around, knows exactly what is going to happen in this room tonight. The anticipation of his touch lingers in the air impatiently. And then he just does it. He just allows his chest to gently touch her small frame. His mouth close to her ear over her long blonde hair. His left hand reaching for hers."

“Do you see this building back there? With the tinted windows? Like, right between the two black towers?” 

Taylor nods, doesn’t listen to anything he says. All she is focused on, is his mouth by her ear, and his hand that’s slowly but surely intertwining with his. She swallows. Unspeakable thoughts in the back of her mind. 

“I had my very first interview in there, with my brother. Like, actual interview with Vanity Fair. I was so proud when I walked into that building back then. You have no idea.”

She listens to every word he says, just closes her eyes gently. He buries is face in her hair, comes closer until he finds the sweet spot between her ear and neck. A gentle kiss resulting in her stomach doing flips. She parts her lips again, decides to turn around within a split second. She looks at him, deep into his eyes. He’s so big. Her arms barely reach for his neck. She always forgets just how tall and trained he is. A quality about him she’s never had with any other man before. Maybe that’s why she’s addicted to their physical chemistry? Maybe this is why she can’t not stop talking to this man. This man who is so different from anyone she’s ever been involved with before. 

“Kiss me.” she whispers underneath her breath. It’s a quiet whisper. A request, a need that just splurged out of her. An instinct in her taking over. He smiles, seems to notice the same. He doesn’t hesitate for a second, slowly plants his lips on her red lips. He couldn’t care less about her lipstick. It’s quite the opposite. He wants her to leave her trace on him. He wants her to leave a stain on his beard. A reminder of the pleasure she’s given to him. 

Travises hand wanders up and down her back, the ends of her hair touching his arm. She moans quielty into the kiss for a second. She tastes the same as last week. Vanilla. Everything about her smells like vanilla. A fucking drug that keeps on working on him. 

She slowly pulls back, her hands still in his neck, playing slightly with his ears. She licks her lower lip once, subconsciously, and it does things to him he can’t explain. 

“Can we..” 

She doesn’t end her sentence. Her gaze that has fallen onto the bed behind him. He knows exactly what she’s getting at. Travis doesn’t loose proximity to her, just starts laughing. 

“How about, we sit down and have a conversation instead?” 

The blonde woman in his arms looks at him in disbelief for a second. He starts laughing, and so does she. 

“I’m joking.” he says then, and she rolls her eyes. He’s good. He’s really good and she will give him that. 

Travis steals her cheek one last kiss, then slowly lets go off her. Taylor doesn’t speak, just feels the dizziness in her head from the kiss before. She feels like she’s in trance whenever they touch. A sexual energy between them that she’s never felt before. It’s taunting. It’s addictive. A form of lust that overcomes her and is hard to stop. She slowly sits down on the side of the bed in her back little dress. She watches him press a button at the end of the room and slowly but surely the electric curtains in the bedroom close. The city disappears slowly. Instead, all there is left is him and her, in this room. In this bed. 

With one grip, she’s slipped of the Louboutin heels from her feet and looks back at him. He takes off his expensive watch and places it on the bedside table next to him, then looks at her with a shy smile. Something about this gesture almost makes her abdomen tingle even more. 

“Is it weird that we basically spent more time having sex today than actually doing something else together whilst you’re in the city?” she breaks the silence between them. Travis chuckles once, takes off his blazer and unbuttons his white shirt. His muscular chest is exposed now. Taylor swallows. 

“Turn around and let me open your dress.” he says confidently, sitting right next to her on the side of the bed. Taylor giggles. She won’t get an answer to her question anymore. And why would she? It was a stupid question. So stupid when there’s this energy between them. A physical need. Not a want. A need. 

She feels his lips on her neck. A gentle touch. So gentle that it almost hurts. She closes her eyes, the sound of the zipper of her dress audible in the air. After a few seconds, his lips let go off her skin and Taylor can feel her dress falling off her shoulder. Being nakes has always been such a holy grail for her. A sacred state of being that only few people on this earth have been privy of. She slowly gets up, doesn’t need to move a lot to feel the dress falling from her body and right onto her bare feet. She’s standing right in front of him now. Naked. Nothing but her thong covering her body. He looks up at her body, two big hands on her waist now. He feels the same. She can tell in the way his eyes are begging her in this moment. 

“Beautiful. Just..” 

He doesn’t need to say anything else. His face pressed into her bare stomach. His kisses making it hard for her to breath. She closes her eyes again. Her small hands on his short hair. His scalp. His shoulders. She wants him everywhere. She wants to jump off a cliff, right now, and jump into the ocean with him. The ocean in his eyes that she could drown into. 

“Lay down for me, baby.” 

She doesn’t need him to say it twice. She slowly moves with him, the back of her head gladly finding the big soft pillow on the hotel bed. Travis just smiles at her. She does, too. A rush of insecurity overcoming her. But he won’t allow it. Within a minute his weight is on hers, and Travis makes sure to kiss her in the most passionate way he knows. His hand wandering up and down her body. She needs him. She really does. He can feel the sensation in her panties. He slowly ends the kiss, wanders down her throat and up to her chest. He slowly moves down, keeping eye contact with her. 

“Is it okay if I..”

“Yes.” she breathes heavily, her eyes focused on the way he kisses her inner thighs. She can’t remember the last time she’s been so out of breath. She wants this. She wants this so badly. Her eyes are closing softly and her hands finally find his head. And then it’s there. The most satisfying sensation in the world. His tongue doing its magic. His hands are everywhere. She opens her eyes once, could swear she’s seeing stars on the ceiling, then closes them again. She needs no eyes in the moment. The only thing she needs is this feeling. 

Just this feeling. 

She looks back at him, then laughs again and makes sure to spread both legs and arms as much as she physically can. It’s warm in here. It’s hot. Her bangs sticky against her forehead.  She needs to cool down, doesn’t mind her thigh now laying directly over his. Who needs a blanket when it’s so sweaty in this room. 

“God, that.. that last thing you did. When you.. when you turned around in the end..” she mumbles, feels him turning to the side. He’s still as naked as she is. His big hand slowly wanders to her stomach. He loves listening to her talk. He loves how she rambles after sex. The skin on her stomach so soft under his fingertips.

“God that was so good.” 

He smiles. 

“You liked that?” he asks quietly, and she nods. She appreciates his hand drawing circles on her stomach. She turns her head to him again. This time, he can see it clearly. She’s sweaty. Her cheeks a bit redder than per usual. She’s her truest self in this moment. Exhaustion taking over her body. 

“Yeah that felt so good. Gosh.” she gushes, and it makes him smile. He loves that he’s good at this. He loves that he knows how to pleasure her. 

“You’re.. you’re something else.” he mumbles then, right into the skin on her bare shoulder. She laughs. Her hand now on top of his. He seems exhausted, too. And it feels so right. Sleeping with him, being naked with him, indulging in her fantasies with him has never felt so right with anyone. 

“We’re good at this. Really good.” 

“One could say we’re excellent.” 

“The best. Clearly at the top of our game.” 

Taylor turns her head to the side again, starts laughing with him. They both know that this is what people have been saying recently. Two winners, both at the top of their game in their industries. And it’s not wrong. They have these certain similarities. Competitiveness. A drive. 

Taylor’s giggles slowly fizzle out. It’s quiet again. She’s still staring at the ceiling with a relaxed look on her face. He watches her. She doesn’t move at all. His hand still stroking up and down her stomach. He can feel the little scar close to her abdomen, gently runs his fingers up and down. He knows exactly where that scar is coming from. He knows exactly how much this beautiful, soft, strong body has been through. Childbirth just one detail of her body’s life before him. Before he got a taste of it. 

“I’ll.. I’ll go pee quickly.” she mumbles then, slowly untwines herself from him. He watches her sit up at the side of the bed. He can see her hesitating for a second whether she should reach for her dress on the floor. He grins when she decides to just get up and make her way into the little bathroom by the end of the suite. She closes the door. He turns around, takes a deep breath. This time it’s him facing the ceiling.

“Okay, but like.. what is the craziest thing you’ve done before? Or maybe crazy is the wrong word. Just.. what is the most spontaneous thing you’ve done?” Travis asks her. He’s still sitting in bed with her. Shorts covering his body and the pizza box he ordered before on his lap. He looks at the blonde woman next to him, enjoys seeing her so focused on inhaling the slice she just reached for. They’ve ordered at her favourite pizza place in New York. She insisted on convincing him that New York really does have the best fast food in the country. 

“Spontaneous as in… sexy, or?” 

He chuckles, looks up at her amusedly. How can anyone look so good after sex? Her hair is a bit curlier than before, but she looks incredible. It’s safe to say that she’s not aware how attractive she is. And Travis would know. He’s been with different woman who clearly were very much aware of their looks. Taylor is not. And maybe, just maybe, this is what makes this so magical with her. Everytime she strokes her hair behind her ear, is when he realizes. He’s completely smitten by this woman. More than he would like to ever admit. 

“I get that sex with me is probably one of the best experiences of your life, but I actually meant in general. Spontaneous in the sense of… breaking into a museum at night, getting a tattoo at a night out.”

She swallows her pizza, then looks around thinking. 

“I cut my hair once. But that was less spontaneous and more…” 

“Are you telling me that the craziest and most impulsive thing you’ve done was getting a haircut?” 

She looks at the shock in his face and giggles, reaches for one of the napkins on the bed to clean her mouth. 

“I’m boring, okay. I was literally a fifty year old woman caught in the body of a twenty year old. I don’t.. I don’t do crazy. I’m a mom now.” she says, and Travis still shakes his head. He’s not having any of this. 

“Moms don’t need to be boring.” he says, takes one last bite from the pizza and closes the cardboard box. “Okay, tell me one thing you always wanted to do in New York but never did.” he says, and Taylor looks at him with a questioning smile. Is this tuning into a truth or dare? She enjoys these mundane conversations with him. She reaches for the bedsheets again, feels a bit cold now sitting naked in bed with him. She looks around the room, allows a moment of silence to take over while thinking about his question. 

“I always wanted to get more piercings in my ears. Like.. a helix one, and maybe here. I just thought that looks so cool.” she points at the outside of her ears. 

“But then I never did it because I’m used to the general public picking on anything I do and I don’t want holes in my ears to become another national headline. And then one of my stylists was like.. I don’t know, he said I’m too old for that and I feel like if he says it then it’s probably..” 

“Bullshit. I’m calling massive bullshit.” he says, slowly gets up and leaves her sitting in the hotel bed. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Get your panties, get your dress. We’re getting your ears pierced now.” 

Taylor looks at this tall man getting dressed, and just starts laughing out loud. 

“Are you crazy? Are you having a stroke? I’m not…” 

“Life’s too short, baby. You gotta think less sometimes.” 

She giggles again. She can’t believe him. 

“Trav, it’s eleven PM. There’s no way any place is open. Also there will be paparazzi..” 

“Give me your phone.” 

“Travis.” she says again, laughing, hates the fact that she is intrigued. Yes, he is crazy and yes, this is not how she expected to spend the evening tonight. But then also, she always wanted to get her ears pierced. And she’s enjoying this a tad too much. She hesitates for a second, then looks back at his face. She’s still wrapped into the blanket of his hotel room whilst he’s standing in front of her fully dressed. He looks good, so say the least. She’s still in awe over how big he is. How small she feels next to him. How eye-to-eye it is to speak with him though. She sighs. 

“I will regret this. I will so regret this.” 

“Nervous?” he asks, sitting in the big black car with the tinted windows. He’s right next to her in the backseat, has noticed her stares out of the windows a few minutes before already. She’s been moving her leg uncontrollably. It’s hard to imagine that a few minutes ago they’ve been loved up in this hotel room, naked bodies as close as can be. She’s sitting next to him as well put together as before now. Her lipstick reapplied. Her hair brushed. The dress he unzipped before, now fully covering her body again. She turns her head around. She smirks. He likes how much she does that. 

“Honestly, is it embarrassing if I say yes?” she says, then laughs a bit insecure, and so does he. 

“No, it’s not embarrassing. I mean.. I’m sure it will hurt a bit. But it’s not that bad. So many people have multiple piercings.” 

“I literally have to remind myself that I’ve had contractions before. Like.. I have experienced worse pain. I know I can get through this.” she says ironically, looking out of the window again and calming herself a little. He smiles. It’s cute how nervous she is. It’s cute that she’s doing this. It’s cute that he had a ridiculous idea, and she just rolls with it. He never expected her to. Another way of her surprising him to the core. She’s not at all who people said she was. Not in the slightest. The car starts at a red light. It’s still raining outside.

“Did you.. was.. was your baby girl born in.. in England?” he finds his courage to ask her this. He doesn’t want to overstep his boundaries. He doesn’t want to say something he will regret. She faces him, and the look on her face is more relaxed than he expected. She nods. 

“Yeah, I had a c-section in London. That’s where her dad and me used to live. Everyone told me to get a natural birth but like.. I felt like I have nothing to prove and I don’t mind the little scar on my stomach.” 

He listens to her talk about this topic, so lightly, so calm, so free. It’s impressive that she’s able to do that. He’s been with his ex- girlfriend for only five years with no child involved. Yet he still struggles to talk about this time in his life. A lot of admiration for how strong she is in his eyes. She notices that, too. Even through the dark of the night in the car. 

“Is it.. is it different to raise her here than in London?” 

“Not at all. I feel like it’s easier because I have my family here, and my friends. In London it was just.. his family and his friends.” she swallows. She doesn’t need to speak any further. He knows exactly what the result of that was. She had to leave them behind. She had to leave her life there behind. 

“It’s good to have family close. I could never imagine raising kids without my mom close.” 

She looks at the big man next to her, surprised to hear this from him. She didn’t expect him to say something like this. He didn’t seem like the family-oriented person to her. 

“Miss? We’re there.” 

Taylor looks at her security driving them. For a moment, she gets nervous again. 

“Okay thanks.” 

“Do you want me to come with you?” 

“No, I’m good. Travis will come with me so..” 

He smiles for a second, knows damn well that she didn’t mean it this way. But it did something to him. She feels safe with him.

“Let’s go?” he asks. She nods, assures herself once more that there’s no paparazzi close. Before she can open the door, Taylor notices him getting out of the car on the other side of the door. Instead of rushing into the shop that has a lid up ‘Tattoo & Piercing’ sign on up on the front door, he makes his way to her side of the car. Even though rain is pouring down like crazy. He opens the door for her. A gesture she’s not used to. But she appreciates it. She appreciates it a lot. 

“Thanks.” she just says, and he doesn’t have to reply. With a nervous stomach she makes her way with him into the small piercing studio. 

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” she whispers into his ear, making him laugh. 

“You know what? After this, I’m taking you to this place next door for a drink. You’ll need one.”

She laughs at him, hits him in the side then. His talk just makes her more nervous. 

“Don’t say that. I’m scared now.” she overexaggerates in a high pitched voice. It makes him laugh. He can feel her small hands clutching onto his arm. And he likes it. He really does. 

“Okay, you sure about this?” 

Travis looks at the blonde woman in front of him. She’s sitting on one of the high chairs. The piercing specialists continues cleaning his tools. Travis has gotten his ears pierced too before. Yet the needles on this silver plate really do make his stomach churn for her. She does look terrified, but she’s playing it cool. He can tell. She’s gotten rid of her jacket already, had to use some hairclips to free her ears from any hair tangling down her cheek. 

“Don’t ask me that. This was your idea, remember?”

He laughs, has now sat down on the chair next to her. The studio is playing an old record from Nirvana. 2005. He gets flashbacks from when he was a teenager listening to this now. An odd vibe in here. She takes a deep breath. He feels a little bit bad now for pushing her to do something crazy tonight. 

“It’s not too late to back out yet.” he reassures her. Taylor’s eyes fall onto the silver tray with the different needles. Was she crazy for choosing three piercings at once?

“It’s fine. I always wanted to do this. I will live.” 

Just when Travis was about to say some more words of encouragement, the piercer gets closer to her. It’s a slender man in his late twenties. His arms are full of tattoes and he’s got more than one piercing himself. He looks like he’s got lots of experience in this. Thank god. 

“Okay, so we will do the left ear first because this one is closest to your heart. So blood flow in that ear is especially high so this will hurt the most. We’ll get it done very quickly, and once i’m through with the needle I will adjust the jewelry in the end, okay?” Taylor nods. Her hands are sweaty. Why does she always get herself in these ridiculous, insane, crazy situations. She was supposed to just grab dinner and have sex with this handsome man next to her. Instead, she ended up in a piercing studio at midnight, getting her ears pierced in her mid thirties. What even?

“It might be bleeding a bit, so I will cover your dress.” the man says, and Taylor shares a look with Travis. He can’t help but laugh. Just the look on her face makes him nersvous too all of the sudden. 

“I think this is the time for you to hold her hand.” the man says to Travis with a smile. Just when Taylor was about to counter him is when Travis has adjusted himself with a smile. He’s immediately reached for both her hands, rubs the back of her hand again and again. She just awaits the pain in her ear, but is way too distracted by the look he’s giving her. This big, overarching smile in his face. His thumbs and his pointing fingers rubbing her sweaty hands constantly. She never thought he would be such an effective distraction. An effective distraction until she can feel it. The stinging pain in her ear. She expected this to hurt but she didn’t expect it to hurt so much. She presses her eyes together, her hands squeezing his. She feels her body fighting this, her breath increasing. “Almost done, Taylor. Almost done.” 

And then, it’s over, As she opens her eyes she can see Travises worried look. He laughs at her shocked face, but there definitely is a hint of worry. 

“Are you okay?” he asks, his hands still in hers. 

“Yup. I… wow. Didn’t expect this to hurt this much.” she says. She clearly notices her sweaty hands and wonders why Travis won’t let go off them. 

“Yeah the left ear is always the worst. But you did a great job. The other two won’t be as bad.” the man says, after having fixed the little diamond ring on Taylor’s ear. 

“Oh god, why did I go for three. Am I crazy?” 

“You can also just stick with one for now.” Travis says then, and Taylor can see his face watching the blood on the little white cloth in the guy’s hand. He now knows why he never wanted to get a piercing before. 

“Listen. Two dates with you and I come home with a hole in my ear. Now let me at least finish what you started.” she says, and he’s surprised that she really wants to go through with it. The piercer just laughs quietly and Taylor feels Travis adjust the grip on her hands. 

“Sorry about my sweaty hands..” she says quietly. He just smiles, shakes his head. 

“Won’t let go of those. Can try as much as you want.” 

She doesn’t move, really, can’t move. Just smiles at him sitting there with her. It’s absurd, it’s childish. It’s a fresh start. She’s living again. In a weird way, being in pain like this with no expectation really feels like she’s living again. 

“I.. I can’t believe I did this. I won’t be able to sleep on the side for like a year now, but.. I did it.” she giggles sitting in the car again. Her hands are still shaky, and she would be lying if she said she feels great. Her ears are hot and pounding. She knows its late and she knows she should make her way home now. But Ashley texted her twice this evening that she should go for another drink with him after her spontaneous appointment, and that she’s more than fine watching Grey’s Anatomy with the cats at her house.

“I’m so proud. Dude. That looked really hurtful. You’re so badass.” he laughs, and she reaches for his hand again. The second time tonight. She’s never done that before. Never crossed the line from meaningless sex to.. holding hands. But he knows she’s buzzed. She’s on a high from doing something she never had the courage to do. And he’s here for it. He’s here for every second of it. 

“Thanks for pushing me to do this. Really. I never would’ve done it if..” 

Taylor’s rambling is interrupted by her phone buzzing. She starts digging in her handbag momentarily. Confused, she immediately takes the call from Ashley. Her heart dropping the second she picks up. Ashley is sitting on her couch, but she’s not alone. Eleanor is pressed against her chest, Ashley’s hand securely on her forehead. 

“Tay, I’m so sorry for calling you but..” 

“What happened?” she says panicky, completely forgets the fact that she’s not alone in the car. 

“She woke up crying and told me she’s got a stomach ache. So I wanted to tug her in again but she wouldn’t stop crying and shivering. I think she has a fever. And she’s asking for you. If you want, I can..” 

“No, no. Don’t worry. I’m coming home.” she says. Travis doesn’t react to anything she says, just instantly leans forward to let the driver know that they’re changing route. And it’s not even a question for him. This is Taylor’s daughter. And she needs her mother now. 

“Are you sure?” Ashley says again, “I was gonna suggest to give her some paracetamol and..” 

“Mommy.” Taylor suddenly hears in her ears, and it wrenches her heart. 

“Oh baby.” Taylor mumbles, can’t stand seeing her little angel with hot and reddened cheeks crying for her. 

“Mommy come home, mommy.” she sobs. Taylor takes a deep breath, just looks at Travis who shows her all his sympathy. He’s never met Taylor’s little girl. But this one crying sentence alone is pulling on his heart strings. 

“I will, my love. I’m on my way. I’ll be home in just a few minutes okay?” Taylor says, trying to calm her crying baby. Ashley lowers her head, kisses Eleanor’s curly head a few times. 

“I’ll be there soon, honey. I promise.” 

“Okay, say ‘see you soon momma’” Ashley says to Eleanor, who slowly calms down but still doesn’t seem happy. Taylor swallows, then Ashley hangs up. Taylor takes a deep breath, looks out of the window. How could she not have noticed that Eleanor was coming down with something. How could she be out and about in town, all night, now knowing her baby was developing a fever. 

“Oh god, I.. I’m sorry Trav. I really have to go home and..” 

“Of course. We’re already changing direction.” he just says, and she looks back at him. This was supposed to be fun. She feels bad for ending the evening on such a low note. 

“I’m really sorry, but..” 

“Hey, no question. Your baby girl needs you. Poor thing.” 

“I.. I’m really worried. I know this is stupid. But she hasn’t been sick in ages. I think she only had a fever once when she was a baby. Really. And if her tummy hurts? What if.. what if she’s got appendicitis? Oh gosh, I should call my parents.” Taylor keeps on mumbling to herself, already starring into her phone again. She suddenly feels Travises big hand on hers, forcing her to put her phone down. 

“Hey, how about.. how about I stay the night at your place. And you can take care of your baby girl and I’ll take care of you. I can help you call a doctor and..” 

“No, that’s not a good idea.” she suddenly interrupts him. Her tone suddenly has changed and he can’t really tell why. She can’t dare look into his face anymore, and he doesn’t get why. Did he say something wrong? 

“Wh.. why?” 

“Why?” she asks him, almost mad at him for asking. He can’t recognize her all of the sudden. Her face angry and her voice much louder than before. None if that gentleness in her tone. None of those giggles, those soft moans, those peppered kisses in his ear. 

“Are you seriously asking me why I don’t want you to spend the night with me at my house where my child is sick?” 

Travis doesn’t react, just waits for her to say it. 

“I was just.. I just wanted to help, Taylor.” 

“Okay.. I..” she gets mad, her chest heaving again. He really can’t recognize her right now. “I think I need to clarify something. You and me? This is sex, okay? We’re having fun.” 

He doesn’t say anything else. He knows she’s waiting for a reaction, but he won’t. She won’t get to see him angry tonight.

“Do you understand that she’s never seen me with another man than her father? Do you understand that she just moved to another country, left her friends behind, her house, her pets… she.. I can’t introduce her to every man I encounter with. Especially not when she’s sick.” 

Travis dares to look back at her face. She’s angry. She’s full of emotion. Full of energy. And he knows why she says all these things. She blames herself for this. She blames herself for having gone out with him tonight instead of staying with her daughter. She blames herself for actually considering for a second that it would have been a good idea to have him stay the night. He knows that, even if she fights the thought so much. 

“I get it. Just sex. No need to get upset.” 

He doesn’t say anything else. It gets quiet in the car. She looks at her phone screen, trying so desperately to seem distracted. Then, after a few seconds she looks at him. His face on the streets of the city. She swallows. Closes her eyes then. She knows she was too harsh. But she also knows that this was never supposed to happen. Him getting the idea that he has a right to know Eleanor. It was just supposed to be a date. Just sex. Just fun, nothing more. 

“We’re here, miss.” 

Taylor unbuckles her seatbelt. 

“I.. I’m sorry for..” 

Travis doesn’t react. She can see in his face that he’s hurt by her reaction. She got emotional. Too emotional. It’s admirable that he didn’t yell back at her after this.

“I know. It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” 

Taylor doesn’t say anything else. She reaches for her handbag, then looks back at him for a second. She looks at him, but nothing. Nothing else to say. 

“Okay, bye.” she whispers while leaving the car.

“Bye.” 

[magicratfingers]

Progress report ! ૮ ºﻌºა ✨ kind of a work-in-progress diary for myself. v indulgent.

intense world of dick terrifying - goin good! got a main character, some supporting characters, figuring out the big rivalry today. Gotta figure out a format. I was thinking of basing it off of the Day at the Airport book bc it's only about 11 spreads but there's a lot going on on each one. Could leave it a comic but I also want it to be printable hmm catnips cantrips chooseyer-by-mail test - learning a lot! the world-building has been reallllllly fun - like the kind of fun where you want to go a little deeper bc you like it not bc you have to. perfect situation. Gotta resolve the mix between the DM roleplay and the actual postcards. Made and branded a whole gmail account and character to handle lost postcards - Pizza Kentucky III of the Isekai Post Office. Haven't been keeping up with the blog. But the blog is supposed to be more of a holding container than a 'thing'. One thing I did not expect to be learning was spreadsheets. Keeping track of names and addresses and choices and paths has given me a new perspective on pacing and structure. Also? Been a great excuse to finally play with UV epoxy and it's so straightforward that I'm mad it took me so long. media thats not just webcomics - dunmeshi is out!!! Laios my beloved. Still afraid to find and read Kotteri's Veil bc it will make me too feelings. Started reading books I loved as a kid (Redwall!!!) and some story craft books (found an NPR list somewhere) WRHP s2 - started to feel like work but changing up the backgrounds freed me up, feels fun again Sorcerer comic - paused while I wait for fashion inspiration to pull the ending together Emotional support paladin - paused till I feel like it. It's got such a specific delivery style that I don't wanna force to get the story out, so i gotta wait for some story aspects to firm up Bonnie & Clawd - more of a character study than a comic - fun to practice cutie pies cuddling. But... how DO birds and wolves smooch. Saw a youtube video about how ravens and wolves are friends and work together. So perfect. Valentines day thing - got some supplies coming tomorrow, gonna try out my idea. If it works maybe sell it? If it doesn't work, oh well, probably will learn something. Wanted to make perforated cards and stickers but got a little overwhelmed thinking about printing. Might just do a digital thing if an idea comes to me. Been wanting to make holographic stickers but when I sit down to think of a motif it feels stressful. Maybe I just test the Poodle Broadcasting System logo? I've always loved the aesthetic of valentines day but never felt like it's been delivered right. I certainly never felt indulged - something is always a little not-cute or too-cutesy. Think it could be really fun to have it be an annual 'surprise box'. I lost my halloween fam in the schmivorce so I could use a holiday to go crazy on. (For years I would drive out and help build a whole haunted house in a garage and it was like a week-long party with great food and movies and laughs. Sad to lose it, sadder still to know it was so easy for them to lose me. ) Dishupon - ok not as many players and responses as I'd hoped. But that wasn't really the point. Point was to invent some sanrio-y characters for fun - which i did. And I will also say that the exercise of coming up with a variety of cozy, fun, silly, spicy ways to think about dishes has made MY dishes mostly effortless. Even made a little foam clay Tiger coach and he's sitting on the window above the sink. Perhaps I will think of a game to get my car inspection done.

Overall January is great. Granted, it's the 4th. Had my ten year work anniversary (idk how old everyone thinks I am but it's Not 20) and got to 1010 followers on twitter on the same day. And the new d20 is out on the 10th so that felt real nice and square. Bit worried that all the good vibes I built up over holiday vacay will get smashed when I'm put on a new work project. But i feel like I'm about to level up a little bit art-style wise. Feelin grateful, feelin warm & cozy