#jake gylenhall x reader

[itsgreti]

THE NEW BOUNCER

pairing. elwood dalton x f!reader

summary. a new motorcycle gang is causing trouble, but the new bouncer solves the problem within a minute.

warning. cursing, mentions of physical injuries

word count. 1,2k

a/n: hey guys! it's literally my first ff ever, i just wanted to try out how hard is writing in another language, and i can tell you that i was struggling a bit haha. english is my second language, so if you find any mistakes, don't hesitate and text me! (divider is made by rookthornesartistry)

Working in the Road House was eventful. During the daytime, it was peaceful, but as night approached, the bar was no stranger to chaos. Lately, the trouble was caused by a motorcycle club, and its leader, Dell. He was the main source of broken tables and fights. Every night, he would swagger in, eyes glinting with wickedness. Tonight, however, things were going to be different.

(Y/N) had been working as a waitress at the Road House for a few years now. She had quickly become a favourite among the customers for her sense of humour and warm smile. But Dell's recent attention was anything but welcome. He would glance at her from across the bar, making nasty comments that sent shivers down her spine. She had tried to ignore him as much as possible, even helping Billy kick their ass out of the bar, but it had only led to swollen, bruised eyes of Billy and rude words to (Y/N).

Frankie’s only option to eliminate Dell and his gang was to find a new bouncer, and Elwood Dalton was the perfect candidate. He was known for his calm manner and challenging fighting skills. Initially hesitant, Dalton accepted the offer, as he had no other choice.

The other day, Dalton arrived to Glass Key, and as he walked through the door of the bar, (Y/N) couldn't help but stare at him from behind the counter. Tall, muscular, he was different from the usual arrivals, and he was an unfamiliar face compared to the regulars. He took in the scene with a keen eye, assessing the surroundings before making his way deeper into the bar. He met (Y/N)’s eyes.

"Hey there, what can I get you?" (Y/N) asked, her voice steady and friendly. It was rare for new faces to arrive with luggage in their hand.

"A black coffee, please." Dalton replied, his tone polite but firm.

"Um, we don’t have that. But you can try our Cuban coffee. It’s different, but it works the same." (Y/N) replied with a smile. Dalton agreed and waited her to prepare it. While he was waiting, he took in the ambiance. As she handed him the coffee, their eyes met, and she felt a strange sense of reassurance. There was something about him that made her feel safer already.

"You're new here," she said, more as a statement than a question.

Dalton nodded. "Just started today. Name's Dalton."

"(Y/N)," she replied with a smile. "Welcome to the Road House."

"Thanks, ma’am. Do you know where can I find Frankie?" he asked with a small smile at the corner of his lips.

She quickly pointed at a small room. "Yes, up there." Dalton acknowledged her, poured down the coffee, and made his way up to his new boss.

As the day went on and the light of the moon reflected into the bar, the place filled with people. The air buzzed with music and laughter. (Y/N) didn’t stop working for a moment as more and more customers ordered drinks. There were small fights, but Billy and Reef quickly wrapped them up. Dalton sat at the side of the counter and admired (Y/N)'s endurance and resilience as she also tried to put the too-drunk people in place.  

"The bar is always that packed?" Dalton asked (Y/N), who was mixing a cocktail with a customer.

"Yeah… " (Y/N) replied and handed over the drink to a girl. "But it’s normal, until-" Before she could finish her sentence, the mood shifted the moment Dell and his ass gang walked in. (Y/N)'s heart sank; she had been hoping for a quiet night and Billy had enough black eye for today.

"Wow, it’s like a morgue in here," Dell shouted and flipped the table in front of him for no reason. He scanned the room, his gaze immediately locking onto (Y/N). Dalton, watching from the aisle, tensed.

Dell made his way through the crowd, knocking over a couple of chairs in his path. He reached the billiard table to play some rounds as he had the past days, but he again terrified the other regulars. Billy came over to him and told him to get out, but Dell just laughed and pushed him back.

"Oh, Billy. You’re that stupid?" Dell laughed with his company next to him. "You didn’t learn, did you?" (Y/N) watched it behind the counter and decided to end it finally. She loved Billy as if he was her brother and couldn’t watch it anymore as the biker beat him up by and made everyone's life miserable. Dalton followed her every movement and decided to stand up if anything happens.

"Hey! Get the fuck out, now!" (Y/N) said with anger in her voice and stand in front of Billy.

"Ay, sweetheart. You’re here to protect your little guy?" Dell snorted and grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards him. "How about you and I get out of here and maybe I won’t give him another black eye?" he slurred, his grip tightening.

(Y/N) tried to pull away, her voice steady despite her fear. "Let go of me."

Dell laughed, a cruel sound that sent a wave of anger through Dalton. Before (Y/N) could say anything more, Dalton was there, his presence a wall of protection between her and Dell.

"She asked you to let go." Dalton said, his voice calm but firm.

"Who the hell are you?" Dell sneered.

"Dalton," he replied calmly. "And you're done causing trouble here."

Dell scoffed, but he released (Y/N). "What are you gonna do about it, Dalton?"

Dalton didn't respond. Instead, he moved with a speed that caught Dell off guard. In a matter of seconds, Dell was on the ground, gasping for breath and clutching his stomach where Dalton had landed a perfectly aimed punch.

The bar fell silent; every eye now was on Dalton. He looked around, making sure his message was clear. There was something about him that commanded respect. "This bar is under new management. Anyone who wants to cause trouble will have to answer to me."

Dell scrambled to his feet, fury in his eyes. He charged at Dalton, but Dalton sidestepped, using Dell's momentum against him. Dell crashed into a table, breaking it under his weight. The crowd burst into cheers, and a couple of regulars moved to help Dalton drag Dell's friends out of the bar.

Once Dell and the others were outside, Dalton turned back to (Y/N). She was shaken but unharmed, her eyes filled with gratitude.

"Thank you," she said, her voice a little shaky. "He’s been a problem for a while, but it was the first time he…" she tried to continue but felt a hand on her shoulders.

Dalton gave her a reassuring smile. "You don't have to worry about him anymore. If he comes back, he'll regret it."

(Y/N) nodded, relief washing over her. As the bar slowly returned to its usual noise and chaos, she felt a newfound sense of safety. (Y/N) handed him another beer, on the house this time. With Dalton around, she knew she could handle whatever came her way.

And as for Dalton, he couldn't help but feel a deepening admiration for (Y/N). She was strong and brave, and he was determined to make sure she never had to face trouble alone again.

[starboye]

pairing: jake gyllenhaal x male reader x tom holland

request: Would you be ever able to write a Jake gyllenhaal x Tom holland x male reader smut where they are filming Spider-Man far from home and fuck on set?

warnings: smut, cursing, ass slapping, unprotected sex

"yeah you like that right, getting your holes used by two guys" jake grunts slamming into you making you moan around toms cock "doing so good for me baby" tom coos caressing your cheek as he thrusts into your mouth "he's so fuckin' tight isn't he" jake asks throwing his head back as his hands feel your ass thoroughly.

"just for us right' tom asks looking down at you with lustful eyes and you nod with teary eyes, looking up at him begging for more mentally "i think the slut wants us to full him up" jake chuckles slapping your ass "mhm" you whine muffled.

"well then i think we should fulfill his wish jake" tom smirks cockily as you throat his whole cock without gagging, something even his old girlfriends could never do "so good for us, might have to take you home with me" tom says "not if i take him first" jake butts in.

you gotta admit it was really hot watching the two men who were currently giving you a sore throat and ass argue over who would get to use you later, so much i fact that you came, making you squeeze your hole around jake and moan around tom.

"cumming without touching yourself huh, such a naughty boy i think we should teach him a lesson" jake says looking up at tom who nods to jake and he grabs the back of your head and shove you all the way down onto his dick.

you inhaling his manly scented pubes as he spurts his cum down your throat and jake holding your hips still as he fucks his cum into your still tight hole, their cum now swooshing around in your tummy.

"fuckkk, i haven' came that much in months" jake huffs, his cock still nuzzled inside your warmth "me too" tom says moving the hair from his forehead "well thanks for the time guys" you say moving to get up.

"uh uh where do you think you're going" jake says pulling you back onto him "we have to get back to filming" you try to explain but tom grabs your hair and forces you to look at him "you don't leave till we say so okay" tom sternly says and you nod, you're gonna be really sore after this.

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[coryosbaby]

18+, MDNI !!

Intimate touches with Donnie Darko <3 starting out as innocent handholding, thighs touching, leaning your head on his shoulder during movies, but soon turning into something else entirely different. His fingers digging into the pudge of your hips as you bounce up and down on him, eyes watery and red, the remnants of a joint sitting inside the ashtray on Donnie’s bedside table. Your thighs pressed snug against him as he’s buried to the hilt. His lips against your neck, laving warm kisses over the already kiss bitten skin. His voice, low in your ear.

“You look so pretty riding me like this,” a hand wrapping around the locks of your hair, slightly tugging. “Are you sure this isn’t your first time?”

Tears streaming, a mewl into the smoke filled air.

“Mhm,” and then, “fuck me harder, Donnie, please.”

His feet bracing, pulling you close to his chest, slamming repeatedly against your sopping cunt as you quiver around his girthy length. Slick dripping down your thighs, along with a load of Donnie’s sticky cum that he had fucked into you long before this. You bury your nose into his neck, drooling as he pounds you relentlessly. The boy notices, letting out a tiny giggle as you lay pliant on top of him.

“Does it feel good?” He teases. He moves his big hands to your ass, spreading your cheeks apart so he can move deeper inside you. You try to roll your eyes out of annoyance, but all it is is a sign of your own arousal.

“S-Shut up, Don.”

A hum. A harder thrust, and a harsh smack to your cheek. You yelp, brows furrowing as your lips turn into a pout.

“What was that?” Donnie says snarkily, thumb reaching down to rub your clit in tight circles. “Couldn’t hear you.”

Your best friend is such a dick.

You whine, gushing around him, orgasm drawing near. You can’t hold it much longer— not when he’s talking to you like this, touching you like this. Your head tilts back and you give into him with a cry of your name.

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[charliehoennam]

the road trip.

Pairing: Anthony Swofford x F!Reader

Summary: Tony and his girl decide to make the best of the time they have to together before the longest deployment he's ever had.

Warnings: nsfw smut, p in v, creampie, oral (both giving and receiving), unprotected sex, language, 18+ ONLY

SHARING IS CARING, SO PLEASE REBLOG

You woke up to the sound of running water coming from Tony's bathroom down the hall.

Being a natural morning bird, you weren't surprised to find his side of the bed empty, but you did wonder if he was able to get much sleep after your lovemaking.

As the warm water rained over his head, Tony closed his eyes dreading the day he'd have to say goodbye. It filled his heart with an agonizing anxiety just knowing that you'd be alone for such a long time.

Although he loved serving his country and following his father and grandfather's footsteps, he'd never thought he'd actually contemplate retiring from the service.

Dressed in only his army green t-shirt, you slid out of bed and knocked on the bathroom door, snapping him out of his dull trance and chasing away his worries. He smiled to himself knowing you were awake and told you to come in.

"Babe? Mind if I take a leak?" you smiled softly grabbing your toothbrush and his toothpaste.

"Not at all, sunshine. Knock yourself out. You wanna join me?"

"Lemme pee first then."

"Just pee in here," he smirked. "I ain't opposed to golden showers."

"Ew, Tony!" your laugh was partly muffled by your brushing as you sat on the toilet to relieve yourself. "I am not going to pee in the shower."

"Not even if it turns me on?"

"Well, I'd have to think about it. I can't just pee on command" you mumbled back.

"You'd really do that?" he asked surprised popping his head out from behind the shower curtain.

"For you, yeah."

"I was actually kidding, but I'm flattered" he grinned.

Despite last night's news, he seemed to be in a much better mood.

Tony was actually just determined to enjoy the day and make it the best you've ever had. You didn't know it yet, but it was going to be a very special day.

You chuckled in response as you flushed and walked to the sink to rinse your mouth.

"I'd do anything for ya, babe. You know that."

"Anything, huh?" he smirked watching you slide his t-shirt off from your body and toss it to the floor. "Why don't you come in here then and do something for me?

His dick couldn't help but twitch at the sight of your naked body. It was just his instinctive reaction to you, but it already had him stroking his cock to harden up.

"You are just always ready to go, aren't you?" you giggled stepping in the tub.

"I can't help myself, baby. Look at you. You're fucking beautiful."

Tony stared at you with hungry eyes as he stepped aside to make way so you could enjoy the water first; his hand never ceasing his movement below his hips as he watched the water trickle down over the curves of your breasts.

"You think so?" you smirked at his eager cock.

"I know so, sweetheart. So fucking sexy and beautiful. But what I really love is knowing you're all and only mine."

You nodded as you closed the space between your body, letting your perky nipples graze his chiseled chest.

"Yes, I am. I'm all yours, baby."

Dipping his head down to kiss you, you welcomed his tongue and let it dominate your mouth.

Feeling his cock poking your belly had your skin burning hotter than the water that now felt cold against you.

Your hand reached down to replace his and continued the firm stroking it as you knelt down.

Tony was so much taller than you that you couldn't comfortably reach his cock on your knees.

Already aware of the height differences between you, he sat on the edge of the tub on the opposite end of the shower with his back against the wall to allow you more comfort.

You thanked him with a smile that melted his heart like a flame held against wax.

He moaned when your tongue licked over the sensitive vein on the underside of his shaft. With his knees spread wide open, he let you effortlessly lull him into pleasure.

You took your time to cover every inch you knew he loved.

You sucked on each of his sensitive heavy balls, using your lips to delicately tighten around them, sending a wave of pleasure through his core to force out a breathless 'fuck' from his lips.

You teased the soft skin between his dick and balls with your tongue until he was begging you to suck him, desperate for your warmth.

Although you knew you could torture him like this, you decided to be nice today and obliged by taking his tip into your mouth. Your head bobbed up and down his deliciously thick and heavy cock as his hands gently gathered your hair to hold it back for you. It wasn't just to help you; he just loved watching your cheeks hollow out and your jaw hang open around his thick dick.

The moans from your throat vibrated down his legs into toe-curling pleasure.

"Fuck, baby. You know how to suck my cock just right" he breathed.

You chuckled muffled by his cock until you lifted your head up to press his tip against your lips to let your spit dribble past your lips, letting him watch his salty precum mix with your saliva.

"Look so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth. You like that, baby?" he smirked praising you as he stared at your tongue twirling around his excited pink head. "You like sucking my cock?"

"Fucking love it. I love it even more when you come in my mouth. Make me swallow it all."

"Jesus, fuck..."

He gently pushed his dick back into your mouth, even more turned on than before just listening to your filthy words. He couldn't take it anymore.

He stood with your mouth still latched onto his cock and bent his knees for your comfort, urging to intensify the act.

You were so wet and warm on his cock and it drove him wild.

You loved it when he couldn't control himself anymore, surrendering himself to the pleasure.

You reminded yourself to breathe through your nose as his hips snapped ruthless against your face. As you cradled his aching balls, he shoved his cock down your throat over and over and over again, bottoming out completely despite your tearful gags.

Drool dripped from the corners of your lips and onto your chest, drawing strings of saliva and precum every time he pulled your head back before burying his dick down your throat again.

His hand tightened around your makeshift ponytail, tugging at your hair harder as his desire grew more and more with the gagged moans as he stuffed your mouth with cock.

He growled as he finally came in the back of your throat, holding your head all the way down his cock until he was sure you swallowed the large load.

Pulling away to let your breathe, he used his hand to milk the final drops against your red plushy lips and smirked darkly as he watched you lick it up, flaunting the pearly white drops against your tongue with teary eyes locked on his before swallowing it down and holding your tongue back out.

He smiled down at you and stroked your cheek with his thumb

"That's my girl. Taking cock like a champ. Think your pussy can take it well too?"

"Yes, sir" you smirked widely at the thought.

"Gimme a taste of it first, baby."

He helped you back up to your feet and knelt in front of you. Hook your leg over his shoulder, you set your foot against the tub's edge to balance yourself.

"Such a pretty little pussy all for me" he whispered against your mound before delving his tongue into your folds.

If there was one thing Tony excelled at, it was eating pussy. You tried not to think too much about it since it kinda made you jealous. But the way his tongue worked over your sensitive nub and licked your juices from your entrance was enough to silence those worries and make you melt into him.

It didn't take him very long to have your legs spasming from an orgasm, but it gave his body enough time to recover and harden again.

His shit-eating grin showed how proud he was for turning your pussy in a drenched slippery mess of juices.

Holding on your thigh as he stood, he effortlessly lifted the other with his free.

With your hand clasped around the back of his neck, he slid you up against the wall tiles with your legs spread opening over his arms. You slid a free hand down to align his dick to your soaking cunt, allowing him to slip it past your welcoming lips.

"Pussy so wet, it just slides right on in there" he smirked proudly at you.

"Like a glove" you moaned holding onto him.

As he pinned you to the wall, his hips slammed against your ruthlessly.

The bathroom was filled with panting breathy moans, echoing slaps of wet skin-against-skin as his balls smacked against your ass and the metallic rattling of his dog-tags hanging from his neck.

His lips were merciless against yours, mauling them with feverish kisses until your lips were swollen and sore.

He was hitting all the right places; the position he held you allowed him to fuck you raw and deep, tickling that specific spot in your core that made you come undone.

You begged him not to stop. You begged him to cum in your pussy and fill you up again. You reminded him how good he stretched your cunt out.

He tightened the grip on your ass as he held you firmly in place to fuck you harder.

Lowering his head, you followed his gaze to watch his beautifully angry cock brutalize your sopping pussy.

"Y-you fuck me s-so good!" you moaned loudly throwing your head back.

You could feel it building up again. The searing toe curling pleasure was beginning to ripple through from your core, forcing your fleshy walls to tighten around him.

You gasped as your body trembled from the pleasure, but he wouldn't stop. Tony refused to stop until you got what you asked for because his girl always gets what she wants.

"Tell me what you want, baby" he panted watching your breasts bounce wildly with every thrust.

"Fi-fill me up again, T-Tony. Please! Please! Please! Cum in-in my pussy, Tony!"

Hearing you beg sent him over the edge with a husky low growl that sounded as animalistic as the sex.

His hips thrusted into you once, twice, three times as your pussy milked his cock of every drop of cum he could release into your womb.

Stilling his thrusts, he held himself inside your pussy to keep his load in place while he lifted his head to capture your lips in a passionately tender kiss, letting the water rain down over his back to soothe and calm you both from your high.

The intense shower sex left your legs wobbly as you got dressed in a part of denim shorts, a cute flirty top and a pair of low top sneakers.

Tony dressed himself in his favorite jeans and white t-shirt with a pair of black sunglasses hanging from his collar. The most important item was tucked secrely in his bag, hidden away from your eyes.

He thought about leaving it in his pocket, but since you'd be going on ride at the pier, he was worried it could slip out and be lost forever.

Thanks to the late start in the shower, you opted to have breakfast on the road, stopping at the highway Denny's for a quick bite.

The drive to Santa Monica consisted of talk, music and laughter. Having bought a camcorder, you decided to turn it on to film bits and pieces of your road trip.

You'd done it many times before and Tony welcomed it, agreeing that it would be nice to document your intimate moments so he could watch them while overseas or even share it with your family if it came to having one together.

During the drive, you debated which rides and foods to try first, which radio station to listen to, if The Backstreet Boys or Christopher Cross sang 'Sailing' better after singing along to it.

There was never a dull time with Tony. He just felt like home. Like you could talk about anything and everything and still be so interested in everything he has to say.

Tony loved that you were so comfortable and down-to-earth around him instead of constantly worrying about if you looked pretty or how you sounded in sharing your thoughts. He adored that you were willing to speak your mind freely and respectfully debate him if he had an opposing opinion.

You weren't just arm candy to him or someone to flaunt off. You were his best friend; the one person in the world he felt he could be himself around.

There was a level of comfort between you that blossomed organically and effortlessly. Neither of you were afraid to be yourselves because that's what you loved the most.

As you reached the hotel, you realized why Tony hadn't told you anything about it. He wanted to surprise you and he knew you wouldn't have agreed to stay in a fancy hotel only for two days.

"Tony, you said you got us a simple hotel. This is not a simple hotel."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I just wanted to do something nice for us. It's for a night. Might as well treat ourselves" he smirked slyly as the valet opened the car door for you.

Walking into your room, you were speechless. The room was elegantly simple, but the oceanfront from the balcony was beyond breathtaking.

You instantly gravitated to the balcony and stepped out onto it. Gasping at the view, you held the railing in awe.

Tony followed you quiet and wrapped his strong arms around your waist, enveloping your frame.

"Do you like it?"

"I love it, Tony. But you didn't need to go all out to impress me. I would've been happy with something simpler than this."

"I know, babe. But you deserve more and if I can spoil ya, I will." He smiled as he pressed a kiss to the back of your head.

"I figured we could spend the day today at the pier. Then enjoy a relaxing night in the hotel's hot tub. And relax on the beach tomorrow. What do you think?"

"I love the sound of that."

[dylanking298]

Sick day:

Gloomy and slate; David didn't know why Thursdays were this way. But today was especially murky.

Max, David's son, was sick in bed with the flu. His pale little face seemed so small buried into his pillow and quilt. Rubbing his face back and forth, soppy look in his eyes as he silently reassures Max. "Daddy..." he croaked, breaking David's heart a bit.

"It's okay, baby... Daddy's here." David reached over and popped the thermometer into Max's mouth gently. "Under your tongue, two minutes- don't open until it beeps." He cooed. David rubbed one last finger over Max's soft cheek, before getting up to go the hallway phone.

Looking back through the sliver of door crack to Max's room, he smiled before turning back to dial the phone. "Hey, Sir. I don't think I can make it to work today... my son is sick."

Max tried to listen to his father's conversation carefully, but then the beep of the thermometer interrupted it. "Okay, thanks, Chief. Alright, bye-bye now." David walked back into Max's room, only to see Max slam himself against the pillow.

"Were you listening?" A smile crept across Max's face. David let a smile appear across face. "Let's see," taking the thermometer out of his mouth, David carefully read the numbers. How high they were- a blazing fever it seemed, even though it was only a little over the line of being a fever. A slight furrow etched over his forehead before he looked to Max again.

"Looks like a small fever, kiddo." Setting the thermometer on the side table, David leaned in and kissed Max's little mucky forehead. A cool damp sweat, but warm flushed cheeks and an agitated nose that squeezed like a little rose. It singed through David like a searing knife with every congested sniffle or rocky cough. David yanked the feeling to want to snatch Max in his arms and rock his ten-year-old in his arms. Instead, he contently sat beside him in his bed, comforting him with his fatherly touch.

Max uprooted himself from the quilt and nuzzled into David's arms. He kneaded his breaths into David's warm body, letting the warmth of his father's arms, melt into his already warmed body. It just the swaying rhythm of his hand, soothing his dry lungs from the nape of his back. Max- like most ten-year-olds- would never tell his father of how safe it felt in his arms, or how the soothing pattern of his big soft hands sent this calm into Max. Like his love itself, was the cure to the flu.

David kissed the top of Max's forehead, rubbing a bit of his cheek with only his thumb and pointer. It was his way of saying 'Daddy's here'. And Max felt it. Every bit of it.

*Sorry this is so short... I've been busy, but I hope this holds everyone until I return...*

[amethystfallenangel]

soda (pilot kelson x reader)

You groan, swatting the fly away from the counter. It's too hot behind this counter, you've been working long hours at this gas station. Customers are rude, impatient and in a rush. And you're stuck here, forced to be professional and patient. You've even gotten bored of your phone, so you dash it onto the counter, huffing and leaning against the boxes behind you, opening one button of your t-shirt because of the unbearable midday heat.

Suddenly, you hear the rev of an engine outside and the squeak of tires. Here we go again, another frustrating customer to make this infernal wait even worse than it already is. You pay no attention to the two customers who saunter into the shop, laughing obnoxiously, but as they stumble to the counter, you grin slightly. They're quite young, around your age, if not one or two years younger. One of them has a shaved mullet and wild eyes, with a loose tank top and a stupidly wide grin. He's busy checking out the bubble-gum selection, commenting aimlessly on each flavour. His friend, however, seems unbothered, his downturned blue eyes staring at you softly. He has messy hair, the brown strands sticking out weirdly. He fiddles with the zipper of his bomber jacket, offering you a crooked smile. He speaks to you in a slurred, clumsy voice, as if completely faded.

"What soda do you recommend?"

You sigh, smiling sheepishly.

"Uh, I don't know. Fanta, maybe."

He leans over the counter, clasping his hands, lifting his bushy eyebrows and gazing at you with his puppy-like eyes.

"You like citrus drinks?"

"Yeah, sure." His attempt at making conversation is terrible, but it's cute. You glance quickly at his friend, who is still rambling on to himself about the flavours of bubble gum.

"Citrus drinks suck. I prefer Coke, or Dr Pepper."

You nod blindly.

"Uh, yeah, we have Coca Cola too." You point to the fridges where the cold drinks are.

He narrows his eyes playfully, and then ambles off curiously, promptly returning with three cans of soda.

One Coke, one Dr Pepper and... a Fanta?

You tilt your head at him, a question in your eye.

His friend, who you later learn is called Jack, interrupts, still grinning.

"That's his way of asking you to hang out with us. Oh, I'll have the strawberry bubble gum too. Thanks, sweetheart." He places a 15 dollar bill on the counter, but before you can hand him his change, he skips away, whistling, back to the car, with his Dr Pepper and his bubble gum.

You're left with the droopy eyed young man, still leaning across the counter with a playful smirk. And of the soda, obviously.

You chuckle, twirling a piece of your hair from under your cap, as you lean across the counter yourself, your shirt a little too revealing for the young man not to smirk a little wider.

"So, soda boy, what's your name?"

"Why, you wanna buy me a drink?" he teases.

You chuckle lowly, glancing at your Fanta and his Coca Cola. Good come back. He's quite witty, clearly. And playful.

"Thanks for the soda, by the way," you hum. "I'm still on duty, though. I'm not sure I can hang out with you guys. I appreciate the offer, of course."

"We're in the nearby town till tomorrow, though," he croons, edging closer to your face. You shake your head, amused.

"That so? Fine, then. I could use a night out. You guys aren't serial killers or thieves or anything, right?"

He giggles, popping open his can and taking a sip.

"Would that make us more interesting?"

"Not exactly the word I would use. You still haven't told me your name by the way."

"Pilot. I'm Pilot Kelson" He holds out his hand comically.

"Pilot? That's an interesting name." You go to shake his hand, but instead he takes your hand and places a gentle kiss on the back, looking back at you with a loud laugh.

"You're very bold, Pilot. Or maybe just completely high."

"Does it matter?"

"I don't mind. Pick me up at 6 tonight, soda boy." You grin and then place a quick kiss on his cheek. His jaw drops in a cheeky grin, and he winks as he walks away.

Your shift was boring. Two more smug faced truckers came in for a few beers, nothing special. When your shift ends, a car is already waiting outside, and as you leave the shop, jamming the door for the next person to start their shift, the car headlights are flashing wildly, Pilot and Jack waving their arms frantically out of the windows. You giggle at them being unnecessarily noisy, wondering what on earth you've gotten yourself into. Your Fanta is still in your bag.

"Hey soda boy," you joke, as you get in the back of their messy car. His friend turns his attention to you, eyeing you up and down greedily, but somewhat respectfully.

"I'm Jack, by the way," he says, his eyes sultry.

"Nice to meet you, Jack."

You drive to a lively, crowded bar. Inside, there are road stop signs and buffalo skulls as decorations. It smells strongly of whiskey, tobacco and steak pies. There are multiple coloured jukeboxes, pool tables, booths and flickering warm overhead lamps. You know this bar well, you used to come here with your old man way before he became a trucker. You smile to yourself as you lean over the sticky, heavy oak counter and greet the bartender. Jack already seems to be in conversation with a cute blonde in a leather skirt. The pair choose a bluesy rock song on one of the jukeboxes. You order drinks and Pilot follows you eagerly to a table, leaving his friend with the girl.

"So," you say, biting your lip in amusement, "why'd you ask me to accompany you guys anyways? And why are you leaving so soon?"

He chuckles lowly.

"Actually, Jack was caught screwing some guy's wife in Las Vegas. We're basically just on the run, cus' the husband was a raging psycho who sent some guys after Jack. Oh and I asked you cus' I find you hot. And funny."

You snicker, almost spitting out your drink.

"Talk about be bold."

"Yeah, Jack works as a pool cleaner, so he didn't really care about leaving his job."

"And you tagged along? That's wholesome. What do you do?"

He scoffs, seemingly lost for words, before chuckling again.

"I'm technically a drug dealer."

Your eyes go wide. Well, this sure is an eventful day.

"Oh."

He leans back into his chair, flinging an arm around the back of your chair. You can feel one of his fingers brush your back and it sends a chill down your spine. He's starts to draw lines and circles on your back with his finger.

"You don't think less of me, though, right?" he coughs, gazing at your soft features with his lazy eyes.

You turn your head to face him, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. Your demeanour is calm, but you're a little flushed.

"No. I mean, you guys are a bit too wild for me, but I don't think less of you, no.

He smirks, the hand on your back sliding up to the back of your neck, to gently guide your head closer to him.

You playfully poke his stomach and he pulls back, groaning in annoyance, as he rolls his head back. Then, without a thought, you climb up onto his lap, so that you are straddling him. His head shoots up eagerly, his hands almost just as quickly moving to your hips.

You cup his cheeks as your noses almost touch.

"You're an interesting guy, Pilot."

"You mean 'soda boy'?" he laughs, his hips involuntarily bucking up into yours.

You gasp slightly, widening your eyes at him.

"Okay, soda boy," you tease, "show some restraint. We're in public, remember."

He leans in close.

"Then let's go back to the motel," he grins.

Leaving the car with Jack, both of you rush out of the bar, walking with incredible speed to the grimy motel where the two troublemakers have been staying for the past two days.

You both stumble into the motel room, as you slam him into the door. His hands finds the hem of your skirt as he tugs as it. You giggle, throwing you bag onto the carpeted floor. You both almost tackle one another onto the floor, rolling around, unable to keep your hands to yourselves. He manages to pry open the rest of the buttons of your t-shirt, as his body presses flush against yours. As he is peppering your neck with hot kisses, he kicks your bag, and your unopened can of Fanta rolls out. Pilot turns around to look at it, with an amused smile, and with his head buried in your chest, he mumbles "I might have to help you finish that drink."

"I thought you didn't like citrus drinks," you manage to say, between passionate kisses.

"I wouldn't mind trying."

You tug at his messy hair and he groans, although not in annoyance this time.

This is by far the most interesting one-night stand you will ever have.

[sunniedayyyyy]

Sneaky.𖥔 ݁ ˖ᝰ.ᐟ Smut~

Pilot Kelson x Reader.

🔞Minors do not interact🔞

Warnings: Mentions of drugs, oral sex (male receiver).

Pilot never thought you would be the touchy type... He doesn't complain tho.

An: God, I see little to no content about this puppy-eyed pretty boy and I'm SO tired of it, so I thought I would try to do something myself...English is not my first language tho, so sorry if anything seems kinda off, this is also my first time writing something of this kind so, with nothing more to say, enjoy! ;)

Pilot wasn't really a clingy guy, that didn't mean he didn't like to cuddle with you, it was just that he was lazy and wasn't that much of a physical person, it wasn't a big deal in your relationship.

Because you were the one who was physical.

And how could you not want to touch him? His skin felt so smooth underneath your fingertips!, his hair is fluffy and silky and he makes the cutest sounds when you massage his scalp, his eyes immediately go half lidded every single time you do.

He was a little taken aback at first, but he quickly became used to it, and then, he started to enjoy it, his lips curling on a dumb grin whenever you two are close enough and alone because that meant you would definitely try to get your hands on him.

Lately, those little touches of yours became more and more...teasing in nature.

He didn't notice it the first couple of times you did it because you were sneaky, subtly rubbing the skin on the side of his neck with your thumb when you passed an arm around his shoulders, the slight feel of your nails on his forearm, all those times you let your fingers run through his abdomen when you wrapped your arms around his waist, perhaps he was just too distracted to notice. Now that he was sitting on the couch of your shared apartment, joint in hand as he skimmed through the channels in the TV, he just discovered how thick the sexual tension between them was. It made him a little hot under the collar when he thought about it.

"Hey." Your voice called from the door as you entered your apartment, waking him up from the trance he was in, he almost didn't hear you enter.

"What you doing, babe?" You asked him, locking the door behind you as you propped yourself beside him on the couch.

"Nothing." Pilot replied, unfocused eyes blinking and darting to look at you. "Just watching TV..."

"Oh, I love this movie." You replied, your eyes glued into the screen, leaning a bit so your shoulder was resting against his own, your head tilting to rest there as well.

Pilot let his arm hang from the back of the couch, his fingers brushing lightly against the top of your back.

He exhaled a little heavier at the feeling of your body warm against his own, some anticipation building inside him. He kept his eyes fixed on the screen, feeling a tingle at the bottom of his spine at the thought of you touching him again.

You were a lot more observant than him and his reaction was the sign you needed to break the tension you had so carefully built this past weeks. Like throwing a match into a puddle of gasoline.

Slowly, your hand made its way to rest on his knee, your body shifting slightly to lean more into his own, a hum of contentment coming from your lips.

Pilot's gaze flicked to your hand on his knee for a second, the way your slender fingers curled against the bare skin and his arms moved to rest above your shoulder, pulling you further into his side. His eyes returned to the screen.

He was just so obviously excited.

Your fingers rubbed the skin of his knee. Today was your lucky day. He was wearing loose shorts, the thin fabric will make him feel your touch ten times stronger, it was also easier to remove.

Slowly, little by little, you tested his sensitivity, letting your fingertips graze him so delicately, like he was made of crystal. You made your way up his thigh.

His breath hitched on his throat when your fingers slid underneath the fabric, your thumb tracing circles on his inner thigh, so close, so damn close to his already half hard cock.

"What is it, Pilot?" You whispered in his ear, your lips barely touching the shell of his ear, your low voice turning him on even more than your try of being sneaky.

Pilot let out a giggle, his eyes closing briefly as that dumb grin you loved so much appeared on his face.

"You, baby. You." He replied, his voice a little raspy with the arousal pooling between his legs, the fact he had just been smoking pot making the heat in his body worse. "You're such a tease, baby."

"Oh, I am, right?" You replied, pulling your hand away from his inner thigh to place it above the growing bulge on his shorts. "Maybe you shouldn't let me."

A soft groan fell from his lips, his eyes growing glassy as his hips bucked into your hand, needing more friction.

You smirked, fully throwing the sneaky act out the window as you buried your face into the crook of his neck, nibbling on the skin in that way you knew her liked it as you felt him through the fabric, teasing him.

"Mmh...please." Pilot hissed, his eyes half lidded as he leaned his head back, giving you more access to his neck, his hips bucking up more urgently. "I feel like I'm going to explode..."

"Please what, honey?" You teased him, receiving another groan as a response, you were playing him like a kite and he was loving it.

"Please, touch me...I need you."

And with that, you were on your knees, pulling his shorts and underwear to his ankles, licking your lips.

Pilot got himself comfortable on the couch, thighs spread wide for you to work on him, his arms resting on the back of the couch as he looked down on you with his puppy blue eyes, his pupils all dilated.

His hard cock stood proud in front of you, twitching lightly, the sight making your mouth water. You wrapped your hand around his base, pumping him up and down at a steady pace, smiling to yourself when his breath got heavier.

You pressed your lips against his tip, letting your tongue flick against the pink bud, slowly licking your way down his base. Pilot choke up a gasp when you sucked at the skin a bit, his fingers digging into the cushions of the couch.

When you finally took the tip of his cock into your mouth and sucked him, Pilot moaned quietly, brows arching as his lips parted, his breathing getting a little louder.

You looked at him through your eyelashes, one of your hands still stroking him while the other was squeezing one of his thighs, the velvety inner part of your cheeks surrounding his tip as you slowly started to bob your head up and down. Your drool dripping down your chin as your tongue worked on getting him as lubricated as possible.

"Fuuuuck." Pilot muttered, one of his hands resting on the back of your head, helping your movements to take him a little deeper, your mouth was so wet and warm, it made his stomach churn the best way, he couldn't help but let out low moans at how good it felt. "It feels so good, baby."

The loud sounds of slurping you were making only aroused him more and you sucked on him harder, taking more and more of his cock into your mouth as she time went by.

You could feel your own saliva coating your fingers as you stroked him a little faster, your fingers tightening around his shaft, delighting on the way he was groaning and chanting your name like it was the only thing he knew.

"Mmmhhh." Pilot mumbled, brows furrowing a little as his expression contorted with pleasure, his fingers tugging at your hair a little, you were giving him quite a show, he bit his lower lip, his thighs spreading even further. "Harder baby, I need you suck me harder."

You gagged a little when his hand pushed your head down slightly on him, making you take him a little deeper in your mouth, his expression was so pretty.

You sucked him harder, your eyes closing as your head bobbed faster, your lips tightening around his cock.

Pilot widened his eyes, rolling to the back of his head, his mouth hanging open, he was panting, the sweetest sounds falling from her lips.

"Yes. Yes, yes, yes baby, just like that, shit!" Pilot whimpered, you could see his thighs tremble with the stimulation, his toes curling, meaning he was close.

You opened your eyes to look at him, pumping him faster, harder, to push him over the edge and have him cumming all over you, you wanted nothing more but see that pretty dumb fucked expression on his face.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." He cried out, his eyes shutting as his head fell back, his fingers tightening more into your hair as his hips bucked quickly into your mouth, his jaw going slack. "I'm...I'm...Cumming!"

He whined your name, his hips sloppily pushing his cock in and out of your mouth as his hands pulled your hair slightly, his thick, white seed filling your throat, his toes curling, his legs shaking.

His orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks, making him see stars as struggled to catch his breath, his hand letting go of your hair as his body got limp into the couch.

You pulled him out of your mouth with a wet pop!, swallowing his seed to breathe properly, the bitter taste wasn't so pleasing, but the sight made everything better.

Pilot was there, his body sprawled on the couch, his breathing was still heavy from the sensations, his whole body was tingling and it felt so good, his expression completely dumb, lost in the pleasure of his body.

You sat back there beside him, your hand grabbing his own, your fingers interlacing with his own. "You good?"

He tilted his head to look at you, his eyes filled with nothing but affection as his fingers tightened around your own. "Never been better."

[happy74827]

I forgot how good this movie is 👀

Song: Pathetic — Society

Movie: Spiderman: Far From Home

Character: Quentin Beck/Mysterio

[creelkobblelaufeyson69]

Pursued

Warnings: smut

Being the Spiderman in the universe they were in was quite hard. But that is just how it goes with that line of work. They lost their parents during a fight, and they still hated it to this day, since they blamed themselves for their parent’s death. They just needed something- anything for them to make them truly feel like a hero

In this universe Spiderman is always viewed as the villain. No matter how much they help out, they are still viewed in such a negative manner. They just wanted to feel like everything wasn’t their fault. This is when their teammate Quentin Beck chimes in

Those two were in a relationship, but it took them a while to fully believe that he had a crush on them. It was real as well. He wanted to help them get viewed as a hero. He didn’t see them as a threat at all. So him finally revealing the big secret he’s kept from them for a moment like this, made him realize how worth it it was to keep this secret from them

They were quite impressed, and turned on about how smart he was. How he managed to make the real Nick Fury believe his act. They give him and his team an applause. Quentin gets up from the stool, and then bows. “Thank you, honey” he says as he stands up straight again

He walks over towards where they sat, and once he was close enough, he takes out his hand. “I can make you into that superhero you’ve always wanted to be. But you have to keep this a secret” he says, which makes them take his hand. He smiles; “I knew you’d say yes.” “Plus I would’ve been so pissed at myself if I did have to kill you”

This makes them confused that he had thought about that, but it was fair on his side to have a plan b if plan a didn’t work out. “I like my suit though, so that won’t be an illusion” they said as they take their hand out of his. They stood up, and was closer towards him

“I wouldn’t make that into an illusion anyway, since I like seeing you in that tight suit” they blushed madly now, which makes him smirk. “Perhaps we should celebrate, since you’re new here” he says with the smirk still on his face. “I like the sound of that” they said as their lips go for his now

The two start to make out, which makes everyone else uncomfortable. Once the two pull apart, Quentin is catching his breath. They do the same, and also remembers that the two are still in front of people. “Can we go somewhere more private?” They asked in a hushed voice

He nodded his head, and then the two leave without saying anything to the rest of team. The two were eventually at his place, and once the two were fully inside, he stood behind them. He unzipped their suit, and once it was on the ground, he pulls down their underwear

He notices how wet they were for him, and chuckles. “Of course this turns you on” he says as as he has an evil smirk on his face now. “You know, I also think you make a good superhero. If only others could see that in you though” he adds as their underwear hits the ground. “Can you jump for me?” They did as told and now their legs were on his back, and they had their hands on the wall

He begins to lick their pussy, which makes their head arch their head. Moans escaped their mouth as he grasped onto their thighs as he now sucks their folds. “Quentin” they moaned as he continues to suck their folds. Their walls clenched now, which makes him stop. He gets them back onto the ground, and now he takes his shirt off

“If there are people that still don’t like you even after I change their minds. I’ll kill them” he says as his shirt goes onto the ground. “You’re joking” they said as now takes his pants off. “I’m not. I’d kill anyone that still hates Spiderman” he says as his pants were now on the ground. “But I won’t do it directly towards them. My illusions will kill them” he says, which turns them on more

“That’s hot Quentin” they admit as he takes his boxers off. “Yeah?” His evil smirk returns now. “Yeah” they said as they leave hickeys onto his neck now. He moans as they mark him. He gets pinned to the wall now, but it was quite aggressive. He liked it though

Once they’ve stopped marking him, they looked deeply into his blue eyes. He kisses them onto their lips now. He guides them to their couch as the two made out. Once close enough to the couch, he pulls apart. They knew their couch was behind them, so they laid down now. He goes on top of them, and his lips go back onto theirs

He goes into them, which makes them pull apart. Their head almost arches back, but makes them continue to look at him. “I wanna see the faces you make while I’m pleasuring you. Understand?” They told him that they understood, and now he’s thrusting

Their eyes go to the back of their head as he fucks them. Moans escaped their mouth as he hits their g spot. He moans too, but he doesn’t allow himself to arch his head back. He needed to see their face, especially for when they cum. “Y/n” he moans as his hands were intertwined with theirs

The two were leaving nail marks on each other’s skin. But neither had cared. It had just added to pleasure for the two. “I don’t understand how no one could like Spiderman. Especially with how sweet they can be” he starts, which makes them excited. “And how hot they can be. People loved a masked person, but don’t like Spiderman. How depressing. Their missing out” he adds, which makes them cum

He stops, but they wanted him to continue. He smirks, and happily listens

[patrickswhore]

Can you do a Donnie Darko x Male Reader fic where the reader gets bullied/beat up and he has to convince Donnie not to kill the kids who messed with his man? (Lol I know that’s weirdly specific)

Donnie Dario X Male reader

A/n: thanks for the request, hope I did it justice ❤️

(Y/N)‘s POV

Ricky and Seth was picking on me worse and worse everyday, it started out with casual name calling, paper balls being thrown at the back of my head and light pushing in the halls.

But over the time, Seth became more and more unhinged, threatening my boyfriend with a knife to his throat and beating me up on the regular.

This time had been worse then others. I had been walking home from school when the two boys had grabbed me and cornered me in an allyway near the Main Street. They had called me slurs while Ricky held my arms and Seth used my stomach as a punching bag. I had started to cough up blood when they heard someone yell from the end of the alley. It was a police officer who had started running towards us, this scared the boys who let go of me, letting me fall to the ground like a bag of rocks while they ran away. The police man kneeled down besides me and called for back up and an ambulance.

The next thing I remember was me waking up in a hospital bed with Donnie holding my hand, looking down at his bouncing leg.

“Donnie...?”

“Oh thank god you’re awake” he exclaimed, standing up and leaning in over me to get closer.

“What happened?”

“Seth and Ricky beat you so bad that you passed out” he gritted his teeth just mentioning the two boys.

“I’m gonna do something I regret when i see them” this made my ears peak as I looked at him in shock.

“Donnie, don’t okay? The last thing I need is you in jail for double homicide”

“(Y/N) are you insane?! They don’t get to get away with this!” He exclaimed moving back and rubbing his forehead, stressed out.

“Donnie you’re being ridiculous! They’ll get what they deserve”

“But when? When will they get what they deserve?! In 30 years when they get arrested for beating their wives and get 15 days in prison? Forget about it, suger....”

I didn’t answer, I just turned in my bed, my back facing him and my stomach hurting.

“Babe....... I’m sorry I didn’t mean to upset you...” he said sitting in the bed next to me. He put a hand on my hip, giving me a slight shake.

“Baby please” he pleaded, planting small kisses up my neck to my ear.

I finally gave in and turned my head to face him.

Donnie planted a soft kiss on my lips and smiled.

“I won’t let them hurt my man ever again”

“You’re insane, Donnie Darko”

[multific]

Best Anniversary

Jake Gyllenhaal x Reader

Warning: SMUT.

Summary: You and Jake celebrate your tenth anniversary.

Your heartbeat picked up. You couldn’t believe you lost it.

The very first present that you received from your husband. Diamond earrings.

Jake gave you the gift for your birthday when you started dating. At the time you thought that he was going overboard, but later on, you learned that it was normal to him. He loved to get you fancy stuff and after you got married, it still didn’t stop. But the earrings meant more than all of the other. They were special.

And now you couldn’t find them.

You and your husband were celebrating your tenth anniversary and he planned to take you out. Your hair was already done, your dress was already on with matching shoes, all there was left to do is accessories and you planned on wearing those earrings.

You were borderline frustrated and let out a groan.

“Mommy, look Teddy is pretty!” you heard your daughter call out from the door. You immediately looked in her direction.

She was smiling with her favourite stuffed animal in her little arms, the bear was a gift from her favourite aunty. Her smile reminded you of Jake’s and this is when you noticed the very earrings that you were looking for were placed into the bear’s ears.

“Oh, honey. He really does look pretty.” you said and when you saw her smile grew, you knew you couldn’t just take them away from her.

She was everything. You and Jake have been trying for so long before you got pregnant.

“I’ll show it to Daddy!” she said and ran off. You followed her down the stairs to the living room where Jake was standing, waiting for you while talking to his mom who was kind enough to come over to look after her granddaughter for the night.

“Daddy, Daddy look! Teddy is pretty.” Jake looked at his daughter than at the very expensive jewelry the bear was wearing. Finally, his eyes locked with yours. You gave him a smile.

Jake knelt down, kissing his daughters head. “He really is. Where did you find those?”

“In Mommy’s box, the one in the bathroom.”

“I see.” he said kissing her once more before standing up. “Ready?”

“Yes, Sir.” you said.

You said your goodbye’s to Jake’s mom and your daughter. “Be good to Grandma, don’t stay up late, and-“

“I won’t Mum!”

“And I love you.” you said and she hugged you.

“Love you too.”

Jake also said his goodbyes and soon you were on your way to the restaurant.

“Why are you smiling?” you asked when you noticed the weird smile on your husband’s face.

“Just, what my mom said. She said not to come home early and have fun.”

“And? That’s kind from her.”

“She also said that she wants a second grandchild.” you laughed out loud at that. It’s not that you would mind another child. But Jake’s and your parents have been nagging you from the moment your daughter was born.

Then an idea popped into your head.

“Just how hungry are you?”

“Not that bad, why?”

“There’s a hotel on the way to the restaurant. Maybe we could stop there?”

“What? Just because my mom said to you-“

“No, it’s not what she said. It’s just that I missed you. When was the last time we had sex?”

You could see Jake really giving your idea a thought.

“The hotel will be the next left. You decide.”

Jake did really think it through.

However, when he took the next left, your grin grew.

The room was simple, obviously not a fancy place, but the room had the most important thing, the bed.

However, you never made it to it.

Jake pushed you right up against the wall, kissing your neck, chest and earlobe. He left marks wherever he went.

You remember taking extra time to make sure your dress looked perfect, it took him half a second to pull it off of you and you were left in your underwear. Your hands were also busy getting his naked.

It was animalistic, pure instinct. He didn’t waste time and nor did you. He turned you around and immediately thrusted into your awaiting hot and wet core. He didn’t waste time as he pounded you into the wall. You moaned so loudly, you felt his hands hold you up by the waist, your legs started to give out due to his harsh movements. But you didn’t stop him. You needed him to fuck you just as much as he wanted to.

He continued pounding while letting our groans. From time to time he leant forward, kissing your back, neck while his hands massaged your ass or breasts.

“Fuck.” was the only word he said besides your name. You were also a mess, clinging onto nothing, doing your best to keep yourself up just so he can ravish your body. It felt so good. Almost too good to be real.

You knew he was getting close to his climax when his movements became quicker and deeper. His breathing picked up as he moved a hand to your clit and mercilessly began to massage it as he continued pounding into you.

“Jake.” you called out as a final cry as you reached your high.

You felt him bite down on your shoulder as he completely sopped moving before he moved even deeper into you. He let out a low groan. You felt him fill you up, up to the point where you felt it slipping out of you. It was such raw emotion, a man claiming his wife, giving both of them pleasure as they reach their highs.

And when the moment left, you realized what just happened. Your legs almost gave out, but you managed to make it to the bed with Jake holding you to his chest, helping you move.

You just laid there, mind completely blank from the pleasure. Your back was pressed to Jake’s chest. His member still inside you, soft, but he didn’t pull out.

He started kissing your neck and shoulder. You moved your head so he could kiss you better on the lips.

“Happy Anniversary.” you said and Jake smiled.

“The best anniversary we ever had.” he said.

“And it’s only the beginning.”

Hours passed and you completely forgot how many climaxes you reached.

Your husband made sure to please you with his mouth, fingers and cock. You made sure to please your husband with your mouth, tongue and vagina.

You forgot how many positions you already have done it in. All you know is that you were riding him, his hands gripping the headboard as it slammed into the wall. Creaking under your weights, loud moans filling up the room.

You moved up and down, your movements sloppy and a bit clumsy, but Jake didn’t care. He loved to watch you ride his cock, and you loved how deep his head hit inside you every single time you moved down. Your pussy was so wet, it made sounds. But you didn’t care, all that mattered was to please and get pleasure. Your mind was still blank. Jake sat up, getting one of your already numb nipples into his mouth, he might have paid too much attention to them already. But you didn’t stop him. You moaned louder, feeling his cock hit deeper and deeper as he sucked your nipple. Your hands moved into his hair, pulling it, scratching his skin. And again, you reached your climax. Jake laid you down and continued to fuck into you, desperate to have his release. And soon enough he found it, with your leg on his shoulder and fingernails in his back. You felt him fill you up yet again.

Completely exhausted he laid down next to you.

He was completely out of breath and so were you. The only thing you managed to say was.

“Best Anniversary.”

Indeed it was.

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Nobody asked for this but I recently rewatched Prisoners! Such a really cool film that doesn't hold your hand <3 I fell in love with Detective Loki all over again 😭 he's such a cool character because hes really up for interpretation! Def check it out if ya aint seen it already!

(as always, not my gif!)

SFW Dating David Loki headcanons!!

Oh boy, being with this man will be pretty rocky and take a lot of communication and patience tbh. He'll often be absent, late for dates, or have to reschedule them due to his demanding job as a detective.

I'd say David doesn't really have the time to create many deep relationships, mostly fleeting ones. A few one night stands here and there, but a rare occurrence none the less. He's not too into flings but he's a rather lonely person and still a man with needs if ya know what I mean 👀

But! Back to his absentness, let's say you're someone who's stuck around for awhile and understand his life style and him as a person more or less. He never enjoys cancelling on you or not being able to spend time with you. You're very important to him but he's also got a important job to do.

It'll stress him out a bit, he's a bit of a perfectionist and a pretty empathetic person in general. He'll try his damn best to make time for you since he does really appreciate you putting up with him and being one of the very few people he can be himself and relax around. Definitely feels like he doesn't deserve you, or just got really lucky. 💖

David's not picky with dates and definitely won't mind if its just you picking out places that you enjoy. He'll like doing whatever if its with you.

I'd say one of his favorite activities to do with you is travel if you're into such a thing. He likes exploring and learning new things about people and the world, especially the more positive aspects since he mostly sees the ugly side of humanity at work.

Another one would be going to see a movie or going to your home and cooking a meal for him whilst you listen to music or what have you. It's very comforting to him and relaxes him. Being with you and being close to you really is a nice get away from the harsh world out there, that waits for him every day. He also doesn't really cook for himself too often or has time to enjoy home cooked meals. He always loves your meals even if you're not the most fancy cook.

He'll sometimes try to repay the favor, he can be a pretty decent cook when he really tries.

He'll be very grateful if you're particularly understanding of his chaotic schedule and the strain it puts him through. He'll often try to hide how much a case is wearing him out of effecting him, wanting to for your sake.

That stress tic he has will often give it away though.

He'll be very soft with you and even a little dorky at times. David enjoys making you laugh with his dry/sarcastic humor. Seeing you smile or hearing your laugh is one of the highlights of his day.

So expect phone calls from him while hes at work pretty often. He likes to keep in contact with you to try and make up for when he's not there.

But there will be times where he won't call at all due to a particularly difficult or tasking case. He'll make it up to you though.

He always tries to make it up to you.

I'd say his love languages are mostly acts of service, words of affirmation, and physical touch.

The detective himself isn't a very clingy person but if you are, he'll very much enjoy it actually. He didn't have the best childhood nor youth and it may take a bit to break his walls down, but once he lets you in he'll take all that you'd want to give him.

For him I'd say he likes to hold you a lot. He's a very protective guy and it relaxes him to always have you in his arms, knowing you're there and that you're safe.

David's pretty flexible though. If you enjoy certain other things more he'll definitely take note of it. He's a very perceptive guy, being a detective and all.

Like say if you enjoy receiving gifts he'll enjoy getting you the things that you like. He wants you to know that he really does love you even if he can't be by your side all the time, so he'll often express that with his actions.

Now David is a very intelligent and logical guy, but also has a lot of internal fears that he tries to hide.

So when it comes to jealousy, I'd say he'd only get a little jealous if someone was able to offer you more than he could in the stability department. It's really one of his biggest regrets that he can't be there for you more often than he'd like to.

David likes to protect and to provide, so if another person appears that you begin to become good friends with and are able to spend more time with than him, he'll start to get afraid that you'll tire of him not being around and prefer the person who can be around more.

He trusts you, and doesn't blame you- he just doesn't want to lose you. I feel you'd either notice something was up and ask him about it, or he'd eventually wisen up and awkwardly bring it up.

I feel he'd just need some reassurance and he'd realise that he was being silly, then apologise to you; also probably asking how he can make it up to you as usual. 💕

David has a great ability at remaining calm and rational, and when it comes to you, even more so. I don't ever really see him raising his voice at you, even if/when you yell during arguments and fights.

He'd try his best to diffuse whatever was going on and be understanding. Or just wait until you let it all out and give you your space before coming back to talk to you more.

Depending on how bad the fight is, and he's the angry one, David would probably need some space as well. Probably go on a drive. It helps him think and calm down.

All in all, it'll be turbulent and may take time to get close to him depending on how you are, but once he's in- he's all in.

Loyal, dependable when it matters, understanding, paitent, and a great romantic partner.

[a-singular-hobgoblin]

Tom Sturridge is the equivalent of a million chef’s kisses

[echo-writes-things]

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• When he’s sick he’s a big snuggler

• Like he doesn’t want you to get sick either but he so badly wants you with him when he’s not feeling good. He hates being alone when he’s sick

• If his day was bad he wants to lay on your chest and just sit there. Sometimes he ends up crying because it’s so relaxing

• He watches kids shows sometimes

• He gets you guys matching onesies

• You guys get into roast battles sometimes and he doesn’t go for anything really personal but he’ll make some bitching roasts

• If you ask to paint his nails it’s an immediate yes. However makeup for him he is reluctant

• He asks for head massages all the time. Especially if he gets a migraine

• If he’s ever jealous (like cause someone was staring at you cause you’re all beautiful don’t tell him other wise <3) you’ll know by the fact his arm will always be around your shoulder, even when you get home

• When he misses you he holds a pillow when he can’t hold you, if you ever FaceTime him you will witness it

• He said “I love you” 50 times before you hang up on any calls

• I feel like he can get stressed out with his work sometimes, but the moment he’s with you he’s calm. Especially if you rub his shoulders

• Any form of encouragement makes him feel like he can conquer the world. You could say “great job. 👍” and he’s like “Oh my God ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE CAUSE MY BABY BELIEVES IN ME”

• He’s so proud to have you. Literally tells anyone he can “hey, I have the g r e a t e s t partner lemme tell ya”

• He thinks your laugh is adorable and when you smile it melts his heart

• Sometimes he’ll stare into your eyes and compare them to a gem

• Oh you like jewelry? He buys you ALL. KINDS.

• When you’re sad and in need of lovin’ he’s on👏🏻the👏🏻case👏🏻. Blankets, pillows, stuffed animals, and you’re in his arms being swayed

• Every time you meet up at the end of the day he asks how your day was first

• He always wants to know how you’re doing. You can always be honest with him

• If there’s drama where you work he wants to know ALL of it cause lemme tell you this man LOVES a good drama

• He reads to you if you can’t sleep

• Have a nightmare? He’s on the case👏🏻. He will lay with you, hold you, massage your head or something, he’ll even sing for you. Anything to help you sleep

• He gets matching fuzzy socks for you both

[storiesundercandlelight]

It’s all I could think about. Detective Loki x Reader

Warnings - NSFW

Monday

It was late. Your eyes flick to the clock ticking quietly on the paint chipped wall to the back of the station. 9:35pm. A sigh escapes you as you stand up, grabbing your long empty coffee cup and making your way to the back of the station.

You shouldn’t have stayed this late really, but you wanted to get the case files finished now that the Dover case was closed up. You still couldn’t believe how the case had ended, relief was felt all of the department obviously but god those last few days were intense.

The kitchen was the furthest room away, down the hallway past the interrogation rooms. You stopped as you noticed a faint light creeping out from one of the rooms. Surely no one else is still here? The night officer had gone out to handle something. You walked over with caution, you knew it had to be another employee but even so, you were still nervous. Empty coffee cup in hand you slowly pushed the door open more to see inside. You relaxed instantly when you saw it was just Detective Loki sat looking over tapes. He didn’t notice you at first, his head resting in his hands as he lent over watching the small screens in front of him. You knocked on the door gently, grabbing his attention.

“Sorry, I didn’t think anyone was still here” You didn’t speak too loudly, as if you didn’t want to break the silence. Loki looked so tired, the wound on his forehead looked better than before, the bandage gone now and just some bruising left, but it didn’t distract you from the dark shadows under his eyes. He stood up from his chair turning to you.

“No I’m sorry, I should have gone home hours ago I...I don’t know I guess I just couldn’t let something go, I don’t know what though” Your eyes flicked to the screens, he was watching the interrogation with the kid from the RV.

“You think you missed something?"

“I know I missed something, he was kidnapped, and being abused by that woman how didn’t I see that?” You could see he was frustrated with himself. “I was too wrapped up to see I was scaring him, that I was adding to his pain” You stepped closer to him placing a hand on his arm.

“You couldn’t have known, and you were just focused on finding those girls. And besides, it all worked out okay in the end” You gave him small smile which he kind of returned, as much as he could in his current mood. He just looked so tired and defeated, though you could understand that completely given how the case went. “You know... you can relax a little now, you saved the day” He nodded slowly, eyes directed downwards, like he was still deep in thought. He needs something to take his mind off of the case....

Your eyes flicked towards his lips....maybe? God you wanted to, you’ve wanted to for such a long time, maybe this is the chance you were hoping for. You didn’t let anxiety or doubts have time to worm their way into your thoughts, you closed the little gap between you and pressed your lips to his before he even looked back up at you.

You felt him tense. Oh god...this isn’t what he wanted at all! But then he started kissing back, his hands coming up to rest on your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your hands went to his shoulder, his neck, into his hair. Both of you were breathing heavy, hands exploring, a slight moan from him made your stomach do flips.

A sudden beep and a loud click made you both jump, pulling apart and looking behind Loki. Someone had walked back into the station, probably the officer on the night shift. Your arms were still around each other, Loki turned his eyes back to you, he looked half way between shocked and wanting more, his lips were swollen from your kissing, his hair falling out of place from your hands. Gods you wanted him.

You both pulled apart and you smiled gently at him before heading to the door, not wanting to be caught leaving the room at the same time as Loki looking the way you did.

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Wednesday

Another late night, you were really getting sick of your inability to just leave work unfinished until the next day. You slung your bag onto your shoulder and headed out the door, thankful that at least it was a nice night, the nicest in a while actually, you only had to wear a light jacket.

You made it to your car, jumping in and putting your bag on the passenger seat, keys going into the ignition, you turned the key and got ready to drive home... you frowned. The car wouldn’t start, you kept trying but it wouldn’t get going.

“Please tell me you are kidding” you sighed and tried one more time, praying it would just start so you didn’t have to walk all the way home. Nothing. “Fuck!” You sighed and leant back against the seat. A knock on your window made you jump. It was Detective Loki. You opened your door so that he could lean down to talk to you, he was wearing a fitted long sleeve black top, you’d seen him in it before but unclose it didn’t leave anything to the imagination.

“You okay?”

“Yeah umm... my car won’t start” He leant back up and walked to the hood, lifting it up to look inside, you leant over to try and get another look at him but you couldn’t see from the seat. He closed the hood and came back over.

“It’s too dark to see exactly what’s wrong, lock up I’ll drive you home”

“Are you sure?"

“Yeah” He moved back and waited for you to grab your bag and lock your car before walking towards his car.

The drive back was actually more awkward than you would have liked, after you told him where you lived you didn’t really say anything else to each other the whole way there. You watched as your house came into view, Loki pulling up just outside and turning off the engine.

“Thank you, for driving me home”

“Yeah sure, no problem” You waited a few seconds, when you were sure nothing else would be said you made to get out of the car. “Why did you kiss me?” You stopped, arm holding the door of the car and turned back to him, mouth slightly open in shock, you didn’t say anything. What could you say? I think your sexy and decided to kiss you when you were clearly vulnerable to see what it was like?

“I umm...” you couldn’t find words to say, but he was looking at you, clearly waiting for an answer. you could feel your nerves rising. “I don’t know” You got out of the car and walked around heading to your house, you were so nervous but something stopped you, you couldn’t leave him thinking you didn’t know. You turned back to the car, opening his door this time to lean down to him.

“You looked crushed, and I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long, I just... I just wanted you to stop thinking about the case, I could see it was frustrating you so I just... I just kissed you” You watched him, his face giving nothing away. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done it” You felt worse, his silence made you feel like it was the wrong thing to do after all, maybe he didn’t want it like you did.

You stopped leaning on the car, about to say your goodbyes and go inside, at least then you could freak out without him seeing. But he got out of the car too, closing the door and grabbing you before you could go very far.

“I...I..” He looked over you nervously. “fuck...it’s all I could think about, since it happened. I keep replying it in my mind and...it distracts me all the time” He was so close, you could feel the heat from him, you could smell his cologne and what you thought was the faint smell of smoke, maybe from an earlier cigarette.

“It does?"

He nodded, leaning closer, you noses were almost touching, eyes fluttering closed. “Let me do it again” You didn’t even have to answer, his lips were on yours and you melted into him, it didn’t take long for your hands to be all over each other again. You felt a rush of confidence and pushed him gently in the direction of your home, he pulled away from you, although he stayed close. “Are you sure?"

“Yes” you smiled and grabbed his hand, leading the way to your door, working quickly to unlock it and pull David inside. It was dark, the only light coming through the living room window from the streetlamp, but you didn’t even bother to hit the lights before you and David were pushed together again. Your hands pushing his shirt up, feeling the smooth bumps of muscle.

You pulled David with you towards your bedroom, thankful that you didn’t have stairs to interrupt you. You trusted yourself to know the layout well enough, not wanting to break apart from David, your legs hit the bed and you pushed David’s shirt over his head, finally breaking apart. Your top soon followed, you hands darting to his belt. Piece by piece until you were stood in nothing but your underwear.

David looked you over, his breathing heavy. “You...you are so...” he huffed out a laugh and grabbed you by the waist. “I can’t find words"

“You don’t need to” You pulled him close again, kissing him gently, his kissing slowly moving to trail down your neck, causing a moan to escape your lips.

“I love that sound” he slowly moved you both onto the bed, climbing on top of you, leaning down but stopping just before his lips touched yours. “I can’t wait to hear more of them”

His kisses trailed lower, softly touching your collarbone, between your breasts, lower and lower past your stomach. God he was driving you insane!! His fingers slowly hooked into your panties dragging them down painfully slow until he could throw them aside, his hands dragging back up your legs.

“David” You moaned, legs moving against him in frustration, he was so close you could feel his breath against you. Your head flew back against the pillows when he finally put his mouth against you, tongue working quickly to make you come undone.

You didn’t stop the noises, letting gasps and moans flow freely from you as David moved his tongue, feeling that familiar climax edge closer and closer. You quickly moved your hands to his hair gently tugging him away. He looked up at you, eye filled with worry that he’d done something wrong.

“I want you” you whispered. He didn’t need to be asked twice, he climbed back up you instantly, lining himself up before slowly pushing in. You both moaned at the contact. He took a moment to start moving but once he did he set a steady pace. Your hands dragged down him back, nails diffing in whenever he thrusted harder. That made him moan, you were surprised at how vocal he was, breathy moans escaping every time you both moved, or when your hands found their way into his hair, tugging on the longer strands.

His thrusts started picking up pace, your breath mingling as you move against each other, placing kisses on each others lips and necks as you both chased your orgasms. David’s hand moved down to grip your waist, you could tell he was close and so were you, you could feel yourself tensing in anticipation causing David to groan. “I’m close...” He breathed.

You couldn’t reply, you were so close you just pulled him closer to you, pressing your lips against his hungrily. It wasn’t long before you feel over the edge, moaning his name as he followed behind, groaning out as you both came.

You laid there catching your breath, lazily planting kisses on each other.

“i feel like I’ve been waiting for that to happen for days"

“I’m glad my kiss got you so rilled up detective”

“Well...I hope you’ll distract me again"

“Always"

[dylanking298]

Colic; David Loki:

Sarah. The only woman who held a tight place in David's heart, was gone. Dusted away into thin air, somewhere underneath the face of the earth. A somberly dressed David, stood over her grave- all black tie, black suit jacket and pants with a white dress shirt. To him, it matched the dreary mood along with the gray sky and the almost haunting chilly fall spring wind. As if that wasn't forlorn enough- it was the reality of having to raise a son all by himself, before Sarah was even given a chance to bond with the little one. "God's taken her for a reason." They all say. Never made David feel any better. To him, it read the same as: 'Heaven needed another angel, and Sarah was the perfect one," or "Everything happens for a reason." David- with plenty of training from his line of work- carefully restrained himself from grabbing the collar of the person who would say that and knock them down.

But even David didn't see the mountain up ahead in front of him.

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Max, three weeks old, red faced, wide open mouth, screaming his little lungs out; similar to when he was just born. David sat rocking him in the chair, dark circles spinning under his eyes as he was still trying to force Max to eat his dinner. "Max…. please, baby, you gotta eat,"  Max wouldn't take his bottle, no matter how much David would move it closer to his mouth. David didn't want to give up. He needed Max to have a full dinner so he could go to sleep with some peace in mind that his baby- so tired from crying through the night- that he wouldn't realize how much he was starving.

David had no choice though. It was already three in the morning, and he knew if he- and Max- didn't get to bed now, they would be worse off in the morning.

Setting Max down in his bassinet, David crawled into bed, but stared at little Max. Disappointed in himself would be too weak- to bland to describe exactly how he felt about everything. David felt tortured listening to a screaming Max, just tire himself to sleep. With every shrill cry that came from his baby, David felt like boiling fire had been poured over him. The sound of any children's cries made his edgy and disarrayed. But Max's hit differently. A drowning feeling would shove itself down his throat- a timer ticking for how many seconds it took for him to reach Max in time before he crumbled down into shambles himself. His heart would pound loudly and ache. Like the tension of the hidden monster or ghost that's hiding around the corner, was what every heartbeat inside of David felt when Max would cry. Frightened and jumbled- stripping him of any detective skill he ever gained, fogging his brain with the one thing he couldn't calm himself down for, no matter what he tried.

Watching a sleeping Max, wasn't even an achievement anymore. It was just a painful reminder of what David had failed to do before Max exhausted himself into a losing battle against his own fussiness. Rolling over, David let his mind settle over one thing he needed to do before going back to work from paternity leave: take Max to the doctor.

Rubbing his frozen solid tired eyes, David let his mind fog before falling asleep himself.

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Colic. Max had Colic.

"A lot of babies usually get that. No one knows what causes it, but maybe some white-noise or getting him used to sounds might help."

"What if he still cries?" David nearly kicked himself for asking something so stupid, despite it being justifying in his position. "Well, a baby swing might help- there's also taking him for walk in his pram or reading to him.... it's just depends on what might calm him down personally. He's four weeks old, right?"

David nodded. "Yeah..."

"So, colic is something that starts around that time and it usually lasts until two to three months of age..." David felt his body tingle and numb itself. "Pacifiers, swaddling, try tummy time with your baby- those things might help soothe him."

David nodded and thanked the doctor sheepishly, grabbing Max's carrier and left the hospital, slightly more confident, but completely exhausted.

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And it wasn't long before Max started up again.

Swinging on the highest setting in his baby swing, David was practically restating a circus act- spinning around, grabbing a bottle here, trying to find the formula there, trying to find the lid to the bottle here. Strains of his neatly slicked back hair, strayed from one direction to the next. Sweating out his black sweater and his jeans felt like they were sticking to his legs. Nearly slipping and breaking his leg, David jolted back up, bumping his finger- "Fuck!" He yelled, covering his mouth and turning towards a screaming Max. "Sorry."

Scrambling to find the formula, David saw the cabinets, pantry and lazy Susan held none of which. Slapping his forehead hard with his palm, David left everything in its place, scooped Max up in his arms and grabbed the keys.

The market wasn't too packed, but it seemed so jammed. David knew it was Max's crying; ringing loud in his ears, distracting him from anyone, even though all eyes were on him. Some good and sympathtic, others... not so much. "Ugh, shut that thing up." Someone snapped from the other aisle. David gritted his teeth, swallowing down a 'Why don't you try to?' sneer and continued shopping. Grabbing four big jars of formula, six pacifiers and two jumbo packs of diapers, before heading to checkout. They were still in line, when David had opened one of the pacifier packs and shoved one into Max's mouth. It quieted him down a bit, much to the shoppers delight. Moms around him seemed to be giving some sympathic looks, while others had a passive aggressiveness to theirs. It gave David the chance to let his cheeks redden. Eventually, Max fell asleep on the car ride home, but a twinge in David knew that it wasn't over.

Barely even out of the car, when Max begin to wail- spitting out his binkie and screaming. David layed his head on the steering wheel for a minute before taking in a deep breath and mentally prepped himself up to deal with the baby.

Taking in the grocries, David found it best to leave the radio on the classical station, while Max wailed in the car. Max was taken into the house and set into his swing, while David managed to his bottles. "I'm coming, Maxie, Daddy's just gotta get the powder in-"

One of the jars fell to the floor, splattering some powder over the kitchen floor. "You have go to be... freaking.." Trying to tend the mess, the bottle fell, spilling out the already made milk. And it just so happened, David left the pacifiers- including the one Max spit out- in the car. It fell from the bag as he was taking the other bags inside. The more pounding Max's cries became, the more on edge David would become. "WHERE IS THAT PACIFIER?!" Leaving the mess behind, David opened the trunk of the car and found the set of binkies and then the backseat for the one Max had.

Coming into the house, David rinsed of the binkie, and stuffed it into Max's little mouth. Nearly slipping over the mess, David cleaned it, still listening to Max's screaming. David- barely able to lift a finger- pre made all of Max's bottles and heated up one for his lunch. "Max... please... you have to eat..." he practically whimpered. Max still squirmed and refused his bottle.

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It went on like this: David tried walking around the block with Max in his pram, then the binkies, the swaddling, the white noise, tummy time, baby swing- on the higest to lowest setting..... nothing seemed to work.  By now, David's paternity leave was over and going back to work seemed to be worse for Max and David.

David- barely able to focus on his work. Being seperated from Max even for a minute seemed to panic him. The sound of his cries still echoed in his brain and just thinking of Max being all alone, wailing for Daddy, made David sick. Slumped over at his desk with an assingment over a drug case, David's mind was wondering if Max could tell Mommy was gone. And if so, did he miss her? Was he crying for Mommy? Was he crying because maybe something was hurting and it went unnoticed? David buried his face in his hands, despondent at the thought. Nothing he did could help Max.... nothing he did took away the pain of Max's pain.... and his own. Sarah was gone, he was alone, and Max's neverending crying made David forget what sleeping was.

This made David break down. He just bottled inside until after his shift, when his boss told him to take another two weeks off to gather his focus and get some sleep. David- normally disagreeing with him- accepted and even felt grateful for the extenstion.

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Going to Max's daycare, the nurse met him at the door and led him to the nurse's center where they explained Max's situation, that he was all too aware of. "Colic." He cut them off. "What?"

"Colic. The doctors said that Max has Colic."

"You took him to the doctors?" One of the caregivers asked, almost surprised. Like David wasn't caring for Max properly and that his cries were from his neglect.

"Yes." He responded sharply. Taking Max into his arms, the little baby rested his head against his shoulder blade. Like routine, David shuffled Max into the car, got in himself and drove home. By now, David was starving, Max was probably malnourished a bit and it was all hopeless. So David snapped. Max still hollering, David went into the kitchen and just smashed one of the dirty plates in the sink. And then another, until six plates and glasses were shattered all over the floor. It angered David to see the mess, but gave him some satisfaction that he hadn't felt in a long time. Sweeping up the shattered glass, David's hands became shaky against the broom handle.

Swooping in the last pile of broken glass into the dustpan, David let his knees fall to the kitchen floor. He broke down in tears like he never had before. For the first time, life let him weep. And he wept- for Sarah, for Max... for himself. During the mist of his tears, Max's stopped. And quiet fell over the house. The only sobs were David's from the kitchen. 

Wiping his face, David walks into the living room where Max is in his carrier. "Come here," lifting him into his arms. "I know... I know...." he cooed.

Looking into his baby's eyes, David's still held tears in his. "I'm not perfect... and I know Mommy's gone now, and it's just us. Just you and me. And I'm sorry if I don't understand if you're hurting or if you really want something. Daddy doesn't like to hear you cry because he loves you...." Pulling Max close to his chest, David just let Max hear his heartbeat as he breathed silently in and out. "I love you....." He whispered. Kissing his little forehead, David just held Max in his arms. Slumping back in the couch- still holding Max- David let his head fall back a bit, but let his eyes rest over Max's opened eyes.

Grabbing a bottle, David begins to feed Max. Watching him suck down every last drop, a haze of victory fell over David. A smile crept over his face. Patting Max, he let out a little burp before falling asleep in his father's arms. David, for once, let his head fall back and snoozed away, holding Max in his arms.