How Tros Should’ve Ended

AWAKE, dir. Joby Harold (2007)

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summary a lot of things can happen before dinner. or, a snapshot into your life with steve, three daughters and a big secret. [3.1k]

warnings kid!fic, steve!centric / steve’s pov, dad!steve, mom!reader, afab!reader (reader is the birth mom of their three kids), fluff, a ridiculous amount of kisses and hugs, steve trying to figure out why you’re so tired and tense, pregnancy reveal, pregnant!reader, happy tears, a joke about lice (sorry), this was requested kind of here

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"Can we have popsicles?" Avery asks. 

Steve looks down from where he's making dinner to find his three daughters. Avery, the oldest, stands at the front of their triangle with her puppy dog eyes already wide and shimmering. She's taller every time he looks at her lately. Constantly growing.

He wipes his hands on a hand towel. "Ave, dinner will be ready soon." 

"Please?" asks Beth, the second oldest. 

Beth, or more affectionately Bethie, stands at Ave's left. She's young enough to miss some words when speaking but old enough to hold very interesting conversation. She's also the Daddy's girl of the lot, and he almost cracks when she brings her two hands together pleadingly. 

Steve doesn't even want to look at Dove because he knows she'll melt his reluctance instantly. Being the baby, she has a lot of power. She calls the majority of the shots these days. She's a little bit wobbly on her feet as she approaches, freshly turned two years old and the cutest thing Steve has ever seen. 

"What do you think, Dove? You want a popsicle?" he asks, always encouraging her to speak. It's nearly unnecessary considering how often her sisters speak to her. 

"Yes," Dove says quickly, pushing past her sisters to cling to his leg. She's usually a total mommy's girl. Her affection all but seals the deal.

He scoops her up with a smile. "Well…" 

"Mom says it's okay," Avery adds. 

"Yeah?" He grins at them. "If your mom says it's okay then you can definitely have popsicles." 

They form a small crowd at the freezer. Steve pulls out the box and they're patient as they choose their favourite flavours. Raspberry for Beth, cherry for the other two. He peels back the thin plastic wrappings and encircles the wooden sticks with tissue paper to try and prevent sticky hands. 

His three girls linger. 

"What?" he asks, wondering why they haven't run off to finish watching their movie. 

"Mom said we have to give you a kiss," Ave says. 

"Did she?" 

"Thank you kiss," Beth adds. 

He squats down, beaming. "Your mom is totally right. You do have to give me kisses. At least one on each cheek." 

He receives two prim kisses from Avery, two shy, soft ones from Beth and a very reluctant one from Dove, who's much more interested in her cold snack than any affection. He wipes the sticky kiss prints off of his cheeks and stands as they all totter out, a single form line that makes him want to take a picture. 

Speaking of their mother, where are you? 

He turns the pots on the stovetop to simmer and peeks his head into the living room, looking for you. You're not on the couch like he'd thought you'd be, Ave in your usual seat and Dove trying her best to climb up beside her. Steve watches her rub pink all over the couch and thanks god for fake leather.

"Where's mom?" he asks.

Only Beth looks up. "What?" she asks.

"Where's mommy, do you know?" 

"She was upstairs," Ave says, lips stained cherry red. 

"Can you keep an eye on Dove, please?" 

Ave nods and wraps an arm around her little sister's shoulder protectively. He feels a swelling of pride. 

Steve jogs up the stairs. You're in Beth's bedroom making her bed, looking very tired. Shoes off but coat still on, you've barely been home from work an hour. You're exhausted.

Steve believes that Friday night should be a time to relax. Let Saturday morning suffer all the neglected chores.  Pushing yourself to clean won’t do you any favours. 

"Hey, angel. Don't start in here, I'll do it after dinner." 

You shrug and give him a small smile. "That's okay. I like doing it." 

He waits for you to finish making the bed and then sidles into your space, arms around you in a hug before you know what he's doing. You smell like spearmint. 

"You don't look the best," he says worriedly, arm behind your neck to hold you in place as he presses a firm kiss to your temple. "You need to take it easy." 

You hug him back, your arms a familiar warmth against his back. "I'm okay, Stevie." 

"I know, just…" He gives you another kiss before tucking you into his front. He doesn't say it. He hopes it's implied: how something happening to you would crush him into tiny pieces. 

"I like taking care of them," you say. If he didn't know you better he'd think you were being defensive. 

He pats your back with a big palm. "I know that. You're the best mom ever, babe." 

You can't help smiling at his words, though you continue, "I don't want you to have to do everything." 

"I don't do everything, Y/N, you're just tired tonight. It's okay to take a break. We'll do everything that needs to get done tomorrow. Or Sunday," he attempts a joke. 

"You worked all day, too," you murmur. 

Looking after your three kids is work. Hard work. He really does need your help when you get home. There's baths and homework and dinner. Even when the older pair are in school, there’s laundry, shopping, cleaning, and Dove is a full time job. An adorable, brilliant full time job, but demanding all the same. He wouldn't change it for the world. 

With that in mind, Steve will always try to take the extra weight when you're not feeling up to it. In the same way you'll do it for him, in how you call in sick to work when there's too much laundry and the house is a tornado, or how you'll let him sleep in at the end of a long week and only wake him up when the breakfast is served and the kids are all dressed. 

It's a partnership. It's being selfless, and asking for help when you need it. 

He's told you that before and he knows you know it. He doesn't worry about telling you again, rubbing your back until you've gone lax in his arms. 

"Dinner's ready," he says quietly. He pulls away from you, although it's the last thing he wants to do, and cups your face in his hand. "Think we should eat on the couch tonight? Might be nice. You can sit with Beth." And I'll have Dove, he doesn't say. Dove's the handful at meal times. 

"Thanks," you say, looking up at him with way too much gratitude. He stomps it away ruthlessly – as in, with a chaste kiss and a squeeze of your cheek. 

"We're a team," he says with a grin. "In case you forgot." 

You lean into his touch. "I didn't forget." There's something very heavy in the way you say it. He chalks it up to how tired you are and shepherds you downstairs. 

In the living room the kids are in disarray. All covered in sticky juice, Beth stands by the tv with her tissue in hand but her popsicle missing. 

You find it soon enough in Ave's fist. The oldest holds both, seeming neither sad nor happy about it, Dove at her side gnawing on a naked stick. You slip it out of her hand and she looks like she might cry, but she’s quickly sated by the sight of you and your lips pressed to her crown.

Dinner and cleaning. Steve gives you the easier task. "You wanna go do dinner?" 

You nod. You leave with Ave and Beth’s half-melted popsicles and return with a dampened hand towel for him. He accepts and smiles at you fondly, following your tense shoulders as you disappear down the hall.

Steve sits on the couch and wipes down Dove first. She hates it, to his chagrin, squirming and whining the whole while. Avery doesn't care, letting him clean her hands and cheeks with her eyes glued to the TV. She's old enough now to go wash her hands when asked but Steve loves to dote, telling her thank you with a bubbly affection that has her beaming.

He looks for his middle kid and finds her exactly where she'd been before, hovering in front of the TV. 

"Beth, baby, c'mere," he prompts, holding out his hands. She climbs into his lap without a peep. 

He cleans her small hands first. They're a lot like yours, especially the shape of her nails, and he takes very good care of them. "You have your mom's hands," he tells her. 

Beth perks up. "I do?" 

He holds up his hand. "See, they don't look anything like mine." 

"Oh," she says, sounding put out. Where Dove favours her mom and Ave has learned to lie and say she loves her parents equally, Beth is a daddy's girl through and through. 

"They're beautiful," he says quickly. "Just as pretty as mommy's." 

She goes a little shy at the compliment, her face angling down. He tilts it up gently to wipe her warm cheeks clean. 

She pouts as he rubs the towel over her lips, "Dad," she complains. 

"What? Your lips are blue." 

He pats her dry with an untouched corner and smiles, finding one of her hands to squeeze. "All done." 

He isn't surprised when she stays in his lap. He worms an arm around her back and she collapses in the way little kids do, all at once like a balloon that's been popped. He lets his nose sink into her hair and breathes in her smell. 

"Will you do me a favour?" he asks her quietly. 

She looks up. "What?" 

"Will you sit with mom for dinner? She needs a good hug like this one." He lays the compliment down thickly. 

Beth nods with a funny look on her face. He wonders what she's thinking but is quickly distracted — jealousy is a powerful emotion and soon there's tiny hands on his legs, Dove's crying still so much like a baby's that it makes his chest ache. 

It's very bittersweet to have them growing up. He hates to admit that he misses having a little baby around and worries about telling you. He doesn't want you to think you have to want more, or feel guilty in any way if you don't. 

In any case, Steve wants a huge family and he always has but he'd say easily that the one he has now is perfect the way it is. 

He frowns as Dove bubbles into hysterics. "Bethie," he says apologetically. 

Beth slides off of his lap and wanders into the kitchen as Steve takes Dove into his arms with a sigh. "You're not very nice to your sister, you know that?" He can't stay mad when she does the same thing as Beth had, dissolving in his lap. 

Avery approaches wantonly. 

"Ave? Do you want a hug?" he asks. 

"I'm hungry," Ave says, draping herself over his legs, all drama. 

"Mom's doing it. You can go help, if you want to." 

Ave climbs onto the sofa beside him. There’s a sheepishness to it that worries him, expecting an admission. A smashed glass or forgotten homework. 

"What?" he asks her knowingly. 

"Can I ask you something?" she whispers. 

Steve frowns but quickly hides it away. "Sure, Ave. You can ask me anything." 

She nods and her hand grasps his shoulder as she leans into his ear, her attempt at whispering clumsy and endearing. "Is mom okay?" 

Steve narrowly avoids Dove's forehead slamming into his chin as he startles. "Why wouldn't mom be okay?" 

"She was sick." 

Steve blinks at her. "What?" 

"She was throwing up. I asked if she was okay and she said to come ask you for the popsicles." 

He doesn't know why you were throwing up. He'll ask, but first. "Ave," he murmurs, holding an arm out. She's as tall as him when she stands on the couch, and her head falls against his, her small cheek to his chin. Dove is quietly annoyed at his stolen attention. "Your mom is fine. I’ll take care of her." 

"She's sad all the time this week." 

He frowns. "Baby, she's not sad. She's tired. She's really tired, but I promise she's not sad. Don't worry about mom, okay?" 

Avery slides down the couch cushion behind her and away from him. "Okay." 

He kisses the top of her head. "Thank you, princess," he says quickly. 

He picks up Dove and carries her with him into the kitchen. You're almost done, and he's glad to have caught you. 

Beth lingers by your legs. You're having a half conversation with her about school, wooden spoon in hand. 

"Beth, let me talk to mom?" he asks, giving her an apologetic smile. She grumbles all the way out of the room. 

You look up at him with wide eyes. Dove, having seen you, wants to be in your arms rather than his. You take her and dot a few soft kisses over the side of her face as she settles in your hold. 

"You were sick?" he asks, straight to the point, maybe a tiny bit angry that you hadn’t told him but more worried than anything. 

"Just… a bit." 

"You weren't gonna tell me?”

"I was. Later. After dinner." 

He bumps your hip to take the pan of golden-brown veggies and starts to dish them out. "How long have we been together?" 

You smile at him. It's always been hard to pinpoint when you stopped being Y/N and Steve and started being Y/N and Steve. Slowly, so slowly, you'd come together, and now all of a sudden you're a family down the line with no signs of coming apart. 

"I need you to tell me when you're sick, no matter how busy you think I am." He scoops out what's left of the veggies onto your plate and then looks at you, worried you won't be able to eat. "Is it food poisoning? Nerves? I'll call the doctor after dinner, we'll-" 

"It's not food poisoning." 

He stares at you. Really stares at you. Thinks about how tired you've been. "Baby, are you-" 

He cuts off when you lean against the kitchen counter behind you and promptly burst into tears. Quiet and fierce, fat teardrops crest your cheeks and don't stop. Dove looks rightfully panicked. Steve would find her concerned little face turning to him adorable any other time. 

His heart breaks for you. "Hey," he says, frowning. "Hey hey hey, you're okay. It's okay. Come here, baby." 

You let him hug you. One hand to your back, the other on Dove's, trying to manage her and comfort you at the same time. 

"I'm sorry," you say, "I'm really sorry, I was gonna tell you tonight, when they were sleeping, and I wanted to tell you a week ago, Stevie." 

You sound as young as you did when Steve first met you. "Baby," he murmurs, trying to be the calm to your panic. His thoughts come a thousand a second. 

"I was going to tell you, I promise." 

"Is that what you're worried about? I'm not mad." He speaks carefully, though the reality is sinking in, and his heart is racing. 

You're pregnant. 

He remembers the first time you'd told him, just like this, all tears and panic. Worried about how you'd do it, how you'd manage. And Steve had said exactly what he plans to say now – anything you want to do is what he wants to do. That he loves you. That you're perfect, and that your choice won't change that. He'd comforted you for days the first time. Weeks. Even after you'd made the decision to stay pregnant and to have Avery, you'd needed a lot of support and he'd given it to you in droves. He's more prepared to do it again. 

You look up at him and you're smiling despite the tears. 

He realises he might have miscalculated; you're overwhelmed by emotion, but that emotion isn't wholly unhappy. 

You hold his gaze. "Steve," you say, tears pushed down your cheeks from the force of your smile. 

His heart skips in his chest. It soars. 

He crushes his lips to your forehead and laughs. "Oh my god," he says, kissing you haphazardly. "My girl. Holy shit." 

"I got you a- a card," you say, still crying. 

"Yeah?" he asks, feeling close to tears himself. 

"S'in the car." 

"I'm gonna get you more than a card. I'm gonna get you a parade." 

"You're happy?" you ask him. 

And there's so much to talk about: if you're ready for another baby, where the baby will fit, the mortgage and the car and the kids. Steve knows how it goes now, the hours upon hours of worrying and sorting and reassuring you and himself that it's something you can do if you want to. 

More than if you're ready – if you can handle another baby. If you're well enough to be pregnant again. He looks at your poor tired face and feels that crushing awe he always feels when you are, can’t believe that right now you have a whole huge process taking place that could potentially become another Avery, or Beth, or Dove. 

You sound like you want to do it. And if you want to, he's ecstatic. 

"Are you kidding me? Baby." He plasters you in kisses. Every inch of your face. You giggle wetly and you're holding Dove so tight that she starts to laugh too, the three of you breathing in funny wet huffs as he paints over your skin with his mounting affection. He loves you so much he might die right there. 

Beth appears in the doorway, quickly followed by Avery. The oldest is peeved. 

"Dad! You told me she wasn't sad!" she says, distressed. 

You laugh some more and are quick to comfort her. "I'm not sad, Avey-baby, these are happy tears." 

"Why?" 

You look at Steve with a precious, beaming smile. "You wanna tell them?" 

He gives you another smacking kiss on your cheek. "You're my everything," he says to you, eyes locked.

You sniffle and wipe your eyes with a huge smile. He turns to the girls and grins maniacally. 

"Mommy's got lice! They're sucking her blood and making her tired!" 

"Steve!" you try to scold, your surprised laughter breaking up any real malice. 

"And they're catching!" 

"Ew!" Beth shouts. 

Steve grabs Beth up and says, to her horror, "She already gave them to me, Bethie, and we have enough to go around."

He watches Ave cross the kitchen and hug your hip, still worried. You bend down to rub your nose against hers.

"Daddy, put me down! Now!" Beth screams, writhing away from him. She can’t escape his tight grip, practiced now in handling unhappy babies. 

"Don't be like that, Bethie. Sharing is caring." 

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NSFW! Cole CassidyxF!Reader

To you, there were two inevitable rules when you slept wrapped up in Cole's arms. One, you would have the warmest, most tranquil sleep of your life while spooned against his body, his arm tucking you to his side like this was the only place you belonged. And two, your bladder would inevitably chase this moment away, demanding to be emptied the moment you begin to drift back into consciousness.

You had tried to reject the growing urgency but the waning darkness began to coax you from your dreams, consciousness creeping in bit by bit. Cole and you had shifted during the night, the man’s right arm still tucked around your body but not firmly locked around your hips as it had been the night before. You were still pressed snuggly against his side, the entirety of your body pressed into his; your right leg resting comfortably on top of his thigh, your hand curled against his hairy chest. A lazy smile tugged at your lips as you finally managed to open your eyes, thankful that it was still fairly dark in the room. Being at the far corner of the base did have its advantages, especially when you needed another half hour to face the sun. 

Screwing your eyes up in another hard couple of blinks, the bleariness of sleep gave way to an eyeful of Cole’s chest, your own fist closing and squeezing a few times before you stole a glance up. Your smile grew into a full grin as you caught sight of Cole’s sleeping visage, warmth blooming through out you as you studied the man for a moment. In the growing light, you could see the smattering of freckles that covered his skin from head to toe from years of exposure to the New Mexico sunlight. His hair was damn near chocolate color in the dimness of the room, but flecks of auburn and cinnamon were peeking through bit by bit as the sun continued to rise.

You resisted the urge to snort as the man gave one quick snort in his sleep, biting hard on your bottom lip when he smacked his lips before his breathing evened out into quiet snores once more. The man had his left arm thrown over his face, but to you that did nothing to conceal his high cheekbones and battle crooked nose. A blush climbed into your face and crept down your chest, absolutely taken by how much you adored him.

Still, your bladder demanded reprieve and you needed to move before it became too late. You gingerly began to lift your leg off his, hand opening to gently smooth across his chest so you could fully untangle yourself from him without interrupting the man’s sleep. Once your legs were free from the man, you were able to scoot towards the bottom edge of the bed, carefully moving inch by inch so you didn’t jostle the man. As soon as your feet began to dangle over the edge of the bed, you pushed yourself the rest of the way off of the bed, tugging your long sleep shirt back down and rushing to the small, connected bathroom.

Gibraltar’s bathrooms were fairly simplistic, if not industrial; an open concept shower with shelves on the outside stacked with towels, toiletries and aloe vera plants. A small wall separated the shower and the toilet, the toilet neatly tucked in the corner and away from the entrance to the room. You didn’t waste time turning the lights on, sunlight beginning to filter past the frosted glass windows of the room and sending beams of sunlight against the mirror over the sink. Rushing towards the toilet you quickly finished your business, squeaking softly as the bidet activated as you finished, sleep quickly chased away as soon as the device cleaned you off. Might as well get started on the day.

Pattering over to the sink you quickly washed your hands, giving yourself a quick once over in the mirror before grabbing your toothbrush. Weary eyes and bedhead greeted your view, somehow managing to avoid the dregs of bedhead despite not pulling your hair up or wrapping it before falling asleep. Making a mental note, you knew you’d have to teasingly thank the cowboy for saving you from a completely bad hair day. Squirting a glob of toothpaste onto the brush, you leaned over the sink, eyes closing as you idly swayed side to side as you brushed your teeth. Your mind sleepily wandered over plans for the day and what to make for breakfast until your thought process was suddenly interrupted by two hands gliding over your hips. You sputtered, toothpaste dribbling down your chin in surprise as your eyes snapped open, greeted by the amused, half-lidded reflection of your boyfriend behind you.

“Jesus Cole”, you murmured, shifting your toothbrush to the side and grabbing a Kleenex from the shelf to wipe your face. “You scared me half to death!”

His hands gently rubbed your hips in small circles apologetically, the man dipping down to press a kiss to the back of your head, nuzzling into your hair as he stifled a yawn.

“’m sorry sugar”, he hummed, the sleep clinging to his voice dragging it down a few octaves. You were sure he felt the shiver that ran down your spine, his hands inching from your waist to your stomach, thumbs rubbing in comforting circles. “Woke up alone…”

He trailed off for a moment as you spit the remnants of toothpaste from your mouth and rinsed before fully leaning backwards into the man, the softness of his touch and torso contrasted by the hardness pressed against your ass. Cole had no problem admitting her was a clingy man, if you were in the room, he wanted to have some part of your touching him. Waking up without you there had probably sent the man into auto-pilot, seeking you out until he could hold you in his arms once more. Heat began to swirl lazily in you at his touch, his calloused fingers working small circles higher and higher, pausing until you rolled your hips back against his needily. A pleased rumble started low in his chest, the quiet growl growing when his fingertips grazed the underside of your breasts. Tilting your head back, your gazes locked, the needy hunger you shared making your entire body tremble.

“Damn”, Cole moaned softly, head canting to the side of yours as he pressed a hard kiss to your temple, your breasts suddenly engulfed in his hands. His thumbs barely grazed your nipples, your entire body jumping at the contact and moaning at his covered length pushing more insistently against your bare ass.  “Y’know I can’t control myself when ya look at me like that, darlin’.”

“Then don’t”, you sighed, falling forward as his fingers rolled your nipples lightly, propping yourself up on the sink.

Groaning, Cole fell with you, nipping at the shell of your ear each time he tweaked your sensitive nubs, thighs squeezing tighter and tighter as each movement sent pure electricity into your clit. The man did not relent as you hips rolled and grinded hard against his boxer-briefs, the sensation of fabric making your overly sensitive pussy cry out for direct stimulation. You could the growing wet spot on Cole’s underwear, unsure if it was only you that could be blamed or if his cock was spilling pre-cum. Both of you were growing erratic, you legs shaking as you tried to press into him to provide some reprieve for your throbbing clit, him grinding into you as if the action would allow him to easily slip through the layers of fabric and inside. He refused to relinquish his hold on your breasts for the moment, husky breathing teasing your ears before pausing for one pregnant moment.

“Fuck!”

Your body jerked before melting, Cole’s teeth nibbling at the crux of your shoulder and neck before sinking in, the t-shirt providing little barrier from the delectably stinging onslaught. The way he pulled one hand away from your breasts to yank the neck of the shirt over, smothering the heated area with kisses made your heart flutter, knees wobbling as you clutched even harder at the sink to stay up. A whimper tumbled from your lips as his right hand dragged down your body and cupped your mound, one of his fingers barely dragging across the slit of your cunt. He inhaled sharply against your skin, his palm massaging your mound.

“Please”, you breathed as he applied more pressure, his fingers slipping up and down, pulling away right before he reached your clit. You whined as your eyes slipped closed and pleading words fell from you like a prayer. Heat and need poured from you like water, the man’s hand pulling back just slightly when you ground your hips down, the teasing making your head grow fuzzy. “Please Cole, pretty please.”

Stars burst behind your eyes for the briefest second as your knees fully buckled, the man firmly rolling two fingers around your overly sensitive clit. Pleasure raced through your body, your hands scrambling for purchase on the sink as you began to fall.

“Woah there”, Cole breathed out, hand quickly pulling away so his arm could wrap tight around your hips, his other arm wrapped right under your breasts. “Wasn’t expectin’ that huh?

Heat exploded in your cheeks as you finally managed to peek your eyes back open, twisting your head away from your reflection as it seared itself into your mind. You had come apart just from one direct touch, lips parted and eyes half-lidded, the ravenous look of Cole’s lust darkened eyes and ruddy cheeks making you want to take another plunge into pleasure.

“N-no”, you murmured petulantly before wiggling slightly, the man’s hold not loosening from around you. Lifting your arm weakly, you pointed towards the door, sticking your bottom lip out in a pleading pout. “Bed now? My legs ain’t gonna work through another round like that.”

You laid on the sugar thickly, a grin spreading on your lips as a husky grunt of affirmation rumbled against your back. It wasn’t needed but you knew the man loved his compliments, praise being a huge ‘secret not so secret’ kink of his. Twisting you around, you squealed as Cole’s hand slipped from around you hips to under your ass and thighs, the man quickly lifting you up using his prosthetic arm before balancing out with his other. His hands slid down to massage at your thighs as they wrapped around his hips, arms holding on tight to him as he sauntered back over to the bedroom.

“Oh baby you are incredible”, you hummed softly as you tilted your head forward, gently pressing your forehead against his, trapping his messy bangs between the both of you. You pressed several hard kisses to his lips, dissolving into half a dozen pecks, your fingers rubbing small circles against the back of his neck. “How am I supposed to think when you’re driving me crazy like this?”

You could feel the heat rise against the back of his neck, a pleased flush making the subtle freckles pop against his sun-kissed skin. His fingers dug into your thighs, enough pressure to let you know your words were boring straight to his core, his head dipping down and capturing your lips in a hard kiss. You melted into his touch, your arms wrapping even tighter about his shoulders as your torso fully leaned into his, nails scratching at the back of his neck and hair. Every ounce of growing need kept your lips locked with his, your teeth grazing at his lips only for him to catch your bottom lip between his, a desperate whine pulled from your chest.

“You stealin’ my words now darlin’”, Cole breathed heavily as he pulled away from you, tongue swiping out to taste your lips as his knee hit the bed. “Careful now.”

Cole was careful as he climbed onto the bed, your arms still locked around him as he dropped both of your legs onto the bed and trapped you between his. Your face burned as you stared up at the man, his gaze dancing over every single inch of your body as you returned the favor. There were times you forgot what a thick man he was; broad, muscular shoulders giving way to full, cup-able pecs and a solid set of abs covered in a soft layer of fat and hair. You had called the man a bear more times than you could count, Cole taking pride in the fact and patting his stomach or his thighs whenever he wanted your attention. Right now, however, his hands were playing with the waistband of his underwear, your breath catching in your chest as your eyes continued to trail downward.

His dick hung thick, hard and ready, the forest of pubic hair disappearing behind the grey and red waistband but you knew what lay just beyond. The fabric had been completely saturated in wetness, his precum beginning to bead through the fabric, his cock twitching under your hungry gaze. Your hand finally moved away from the back of his neck, working slowly down his chest to tweak at a nipple before it continued its journey towards its goal. Three of your fingers hooked into the waistband alongside his, your eyes pulling up from his cock, over his body and locking with his gaze again. Slow, heady breaths fell from his lips as you both paused, waiting to see who would act first. Smiling, you slowly lifted your brows in a teasingly demure manner.

“Please baby?”

Your tone dipped, desire making your tone husky, arching your back to push out your breasts, fingers gliding left and right playfully. Both of you adored taking charge at time but right now you wanted him to devour you alive, to fill you up and ravish you in a way only he knew how. Cole’s nostrils flared as his eyes broke away from your own to drink you in, hands clumsily pushing the underwear away and kicking them away behind him. Your head swam as you spread your legs further for him, eyes lingering on his thick, ruddy cock as he inched closer to you, his hand pumping his length as he fell over you. He swiped his length against your cunt once, then twice, his dick coated in your essence before he nestled himself between you lips, pushing forward agonizingly slow.

“Damn you feel so good”, Cole moaned, his head tilted back as he tried to hold some semblance of control and not slam into you completely.

His hand drifted dazedly from his cock to your hips, the tips of his fingers pressing into the flesh possessively as he sank into you inch by inch. Your breath caught in your throat as your walls hungrily sucked him in, whining low as he bottomed out and held you in place. Cole wanted to savor the feeling of your walls around him, letting out a slow hiss as he pulled back before slowly tilting his hips forward once more. You were so delightfully full of Cole, his cock thick and lightly curved upward, teasing every inch of your cunt while lightly teasing your g-spot with every thrust in. The cowboy’s thrusts were always so deliberate, at least at the beginning, because he wanted to twist you up higher and higher so you both could come tumbling down together.

Your hands twisted into the sheets with the first thrust, clawing and scrambling against the fabric for some type of purchase as he set that spine tingling pace. Tilting your head back, your eyes squeezed up tight as you felt the head of his cock brush against that sensitive bundle of nerves over and over, the man pulling half way out before sliding into you slow and steady. Your mind was growing hazy, getting lost in his touch as you rocked against him desperately, his hands tightening around your hip before releasing them. Trying to catch your breath if even for a moment, you squealed as the man’s hands traveled down your side and moved to under your knees. Your eyes snapped open as you looked at him, the man’s gaze half-lidded, the hungry wanton look in your eyes making your squeeze around the man in anticipation.

“C-Cole fuck!”

Cole had pinned your knees in place, the man’s hips pulling back briefly before snapping forward, his thighs clapping against your ass. You could barely breathe, the man was even deeper than he was before, your wetness punctuating each move he made when he drilled inside of you. A part of you wanted to look away, to squeeze your eyes tight and get lost in the feeling but Cole had pinned you in place, dark eyes glowing with loving desire.

“You look so damn pretty”, Cole sighed, punctuating each word with another snap of his hips, his words pouring over you like honey and setting every inch of your body aflame.

You finally managed to break eye contact, each snapping thrust making your head grow fuzzier and fuzzier, the back of your palms pressed against your eyes and cheeks to chase some coolness, some calm back into your body. You were coming undone in his arms and he knew it, Cole pressing even closer to you and settling your thighs on his hips and leaning close to you, completely enveloping you in the scent of tobacco leaves and musk and him. His cock throbbed hard inside of you as your legs wrapped about his thighs, pulling him even closer, a silent plead for him to end you.

“Come on now angel”, he sighed, voice tight with control, gently coaxing your hands away from your face with his own, your arms wrapping him to stabilize yourself somehow. “Don’t hide yer pretty face from me.”

His thrust picked up, his lips capturing the screaming moan that escaped them, his hands framing your face as he fucked you relentlessly. Nipping, licking, growling against your mouth and lips and tongue, his thumbs worked slow methodical circles against your face, the tender strokes punctuated by the unabated drive of his hips into your own. Your body began to come undone bit by bit; toes pointing hard as your thighs began to quiver, nails clawing at his shoulders as your walls milked the man. Cole kissed you through your orgasm, grunts and moans of praise tangling between both of your lips, his forehead crushed hard against your as the smack of his skin against yours grew faster and uneven.

“Please Cass”, you breathed against his lips, your body still riding wave after wave of pleasure, wanting to feel him spill inside of you. Your walls milked him even more as you felt him begin to throb, his body on the verge of falling completely over the precipice. “Please fill me up, please I need you baby, I want all of you. Every drop. Please”

Your words slurred as Cole buried his head in the crook of your neck, quiet promises falling against your skin as his hips slammed into your twice more before freezing. Shivering you pressed your lips to the top of his head, each throb of his cock sending bursts of lava throughout your center, your arms tightening even more about his shoulders. Cole was careful to not drop his entire weight on you as your legs finally released him, the man nuzzling into the side of your neck and pressing tender kiss after kiss against your dewy skin.

“Nmmmm I love you darlin’”, he murmured into the side of your neck, as your hands began to card through his hard slowly.

“Love you too Cole”, you hummed softly before stifling a small chuckle, the man inquisitively grunting against your skin. “But you might hate me…I gotta pee again…”

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i’m trying to head to bed but i’m wayyyy too damn horny for that shit so someone send in some seggsy anakin thoughts to my ask, i realllyyyy need to write out some smut 😭💕

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