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it is so amazing that you’re doing what is best for you and your mental health. your well-being should always come first, even if that means laying some things to rest. thank you for all the works you have uploaded over all this time, for moving us with your amazing writing. I hope brighter days are on your horizon✨💕

i’ve come to the decision that i need to put this blog to rest for now. this past week has been a week of serious reflection and i’ve spent a lot of time helping other people and taking care of myself and it did wonders for my mental health. i need to focus on myself and do what’s best for me, and i believe that retiring this blog is what’s best. by all means, i may come back sometime, i might suddenly change my mind and decide to start posting again. but at this point, i am going to be inactive. i will probably check in from time to time, but no new works or prompts will be posted. i love and appreciate you all, but i think it might be time to move on.

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okay the “I’m broken” had me laughing way more than I should have been😂

Yes, let’s talk about Bill not being able to get it up

Oh man, my poor Good Dude Bill. Because like look, it’s one thing if tiger can’t come, right? Because she can still get the closeness she craves with him, she can still get the comfort, she can still feel good and just not have it culminate in anything.

But when Bill is feeling vulnerable, when he needs to feel her, when he needs some comfort and good feelings...if he can’t get it up, homeboy is basically miserable.

And y’know, maybe it’s because he’s super stressed out, overworked, exhausted. And he’s a smoker so like it or not statistics are not on his side just from the get-go, let alone with all these other factors. And in true dude fashion, on top of all his stress, when he’s looking for some good lovin’ and his biology is failing him then he’s also wigging out about that. It’s like, you know when you have to be up in like 3 hours and your irresponsible ass is just crawling to bed? And your mind is like GOTOSLEEPGOTOSLEEPGOTOSLEEPGOTOSLEEPGOTOSLEEP. How well does that work?

Spoiler alert: it doesn’t work.

SO Bill is probably jonesing for it, coming in after a shit day of meetings or press or photoshoots or whatever, he’s horny as hell, and all he wants is to be spoiled a little. Tiger knows--he had given her the head’s up before hand that she better be on her knees for him when he got home--but even if he hadn’t, she’d be able to tell the minute he walked in the door. And like the good girl she is for him, when he gets home she’s kneeling beside the bed for him in just her cute panties. And he probably just grabs her, kisses her, throws her onto the bed and climbs on top of her. And he’s rutting into her with his clothes still on right, and she’s whimpering into his mouth, and doing everything that usually gets him rock hard. And he’s so focused on how good her lips feel, how good she smells, all the incredible sounds coming from her mouth, the way she’s clutching at him and her soft breath on his cheek. And all of it feels so good, it’s making his stomach flip flop in a way that he only feels with her these days, and he’s already so drunk off of it that he doesn’t realize that all of these good feelings are not transmitting to anything south of the border. Until she reaches down and palms him, and he stops. Pulls back a little, and looks down. His brows furrow.

“Uh--” he stutters, but she cuts him off so he doesn’t get embarrassed. 

“Don’t worry bud,” she says and pushes her hips up into his as he groans, “You’ll catch up.”

And she doubles down on her efforts. She’ll run her fingers through his hair and give it a little tug, rake her nails down his back while she rolls her hips up into his. She tries not to focus on it too much because it’ll only succeed in making him freak out even more--so instead she focuses on all the things he likes. Those sweet spots on his neck, his collarbones, his earlobes. And she flips him over onto his back and climbs on top, rolling her hips down hard against his as she licks down his chest, scratches her nails softly over his lower stomach. as she brings his hands to her front, cups them over her breasts. And as she’s moving down his body she’ll pop open the button on his jeans, lick up that sensitive spot on his stomach to his belly button, then shimmies his pants off of him but still....nothing. She grabs hold of him lightly just to make sure, runs her hands over the front of his boxers, but....nothing. Bill whines in distress.

“I don’t understand what’s happening,” and he throws his head back on the pillow in despair, covering his face with his hands, “I’m broken.”

“You’re not broken,” she smiles and moves back up, straddling his waist and pulling at his hands. She finally gets them free and he’s staring at the ceiling, his eyes wide and panicked, his brow creased with worry.

“You’ve just been really stressed lately, and it’s probably affecting you. It’s normal. So try to stop freaking out, and tell me what you want, big guy,” she purrs at him, puts his hands back on her, “Do you want my mouth?”

He looks at her and she can see the worry still etched on his features as he bites his lip. She reaches forward and tugs it free with her thumb, leaning down to nip gently at it.

“Yeah, yeah okay,” he says, “Your mouth always works.”

So she smiles and takes it real slow, moving her mouth down his body an inch at a time until she’s resting between his legs. And she’ll be real wet and sloppy about it, laying suckling kisses from his base all the way to his tip before wrapping her lips around it. She goes slow, giving him a chance to warm up for it, let his mind go blank a little. Except a minute goes by and...nothing. So she doubles down on her efforts, pushes him to the back of her throat and swallows around him. Two minutes go by and just....not even a twitch. In fact, nothing at all except for a few frustrated sighs from him. Three minutes, and an exasperated groan leaves his throat and she feels him slam his fists on the bed.

“Why,” he whines, “I don’t get it.”

She sighs, crawling back up his body and settling on his waist. He runs his hands through his hair in annoyance.

“I’m sorry kid, it’s not you,” he says, “You feel fantastic. It’s just...not...connecting to where it needs to.”

“It happens, bud,” she says, “It’s no big deal.”

“It is a big deal,” he looks at her angrily, “I need to just...I need...”

His sentence ends in favour of another exasperated groan that sounds a lot like a growl.

“I mean, I have some pills leftover from--” she stops when his glare nearly pierces through her. Shifting quickly, he grabs her hips and throws her under him, pinning her to the mattress with her hands in one of his, held over her head.

“I don’t need a little blue pill,” he snarls, “Everything works just fine.”

She resists the urge to roll her eyes, instead taking a more compassionate approach. This really is mildly traumatic for him, but she knows that a good way to get him to stop being so antsy over it is to maybe turn his focus on her. Because his man-bits might be misfiring, but he can still make her feel good--and that might boost his confidence a little.

“Well, let’s hope that includes your tongue,” she purrs and cranes her neck up to kiss him, “You got a girl all worked up, now. Would you be a gentleman about it?”

And Bill can do that. Bill can definitely do that. And the poor dude is compensating, so he’s being extra enthusiastic about it--and tiger just wants him to realize that this happens to a lot of guys and it’s fine, so she’s being extra vocal about how good he makes her feel. It’s a loud finish, and as he crawls back up her and swipes at his mouth she takes a peek down the blankets. And when she sees that still nothing is happening for him, then she takes the initiative to call it a night.

“Goddamn, you’re good at that,” she moans, and he kisses her cheek and smiles.

“I’m exhausted though, bud,” she says, “Can I take a rain check on you? I’ll pay it back with interest.”

Bill nods, and she pulls him in for a kiss. He loves it when she does that, when he knows she can taste herself on his lips and he moans into it. She pulls him into her chest, rests his cheek over her heart, and pulls the blankets up over them.

Except like...this really is mildly traumatic for a dude. So the next day at some point, Bill probably pounces her again. Sneaks up behind her in the kitchen and cops a feel, sticks his hands up her shirt, gets her all worked up before bending her over the counter. But then he shoves his pants down and grabs hold of himself for a few pumps and...nothing. He huffs, running a hand up her back and down again, between her legs and he feels how wet she is for him. He grips his length and tries again and just....nothing. Tiger cranes her neck back to see what the hold up is.

“I just need a second,” he grits out through clenched teeth.

“Bill--” she sighs.

“Just one second tiger,” he snaps. She sighs, presses her cheek onto the counter and waits. And inevitably, a few seconds later, his fist slams down onto it.

“What the fuck,” he growls, “What the fuck is fucking wrong with me?”

She sighs, pushing back upright and pulling her panties back up her legs.

“Nothing is wrong with you, Billy Goat,” she says, and she reaches to put her arms around him but he moves away.

“Then why won’t it fucking work?” he yells.

“Bill, bud, this is more common than you think, alright? It’s okay,” she tries to reach for him again and he doesn’t move away this time, so she wraps her arms around his waist.

“Has it ever happened to any guy you’ve been with?” he grumbles.

“Bill--”

“Answer me.”

“Yes,” she says, “In fact, one of them legit had a...problem.”

Bill is still just glaring.

“Bud, look. If you’re worried, go see a doctor. But you’re exhausted, you’re stressed, you’re worried--this could be a symptom of all of that.”

“Fucking helps me get rid of all that,” he pouts, “This is just cruel.”

And the poor dude, man. He needs a release so bad. Tiger tries to ease his mind, tries to still make him feel good in other ways. Bill gets a big boost of confidence when he makes her feel good, so she lets him have at her whenever he wants. He spends basically a week with his face between her legs and hey listen, tiger won’t ever complain about that. She eases his stress in other ways--with lots of tummy rubs, bubble baths, head scritchies, just tons of skin on skin contact for her Big Dude.

Does the Big Dude--OH MY GOD YOU GUYS--maybe after a legit few days, poor Bill just feels awful about everything. And maybe he tells her that if she wants to go ahead and sleep with someone else for awhile, just to get her fix, that he wouldn’t blame her. That she could, if she wants to. He’d understand.

Tiger probably very calmly just goes to get a chair, holds onto his arm as she climbs onto it--then wollops him upside the head.

I’m not sure how it eventually gets resolved. Maybe if it doesn’t fix itself after a few days, he so badly needs a release that he agrees to take a little blue pill. And it’s a double whammy, because the pill lets him get hard and lets him bang her brains out (poor tiger has a rough few hours, man), and in doing so he probably gets a lot of his mojo back and maybe doesn’t need another one. Or maybe it just takes time, he tries to relax as much as he can, meditate, just get out of his own head, and one day this random dirty thought pops into his head when he’s out and boom--boner city. He calls tiger in a panic, telling her to get her ass home if she’s not already there, and then he rushes home before it disappears.

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There's this poem that I can't remember who it's by but it's says something along the lines ''touch me as if I'm a book you've been dying to read.", and I find it so romantic yet sexy at the same time. But imagine saying that to sweet Henry Pearl during like a soft make out session, and he just smiles then ravishes you lovingly. I would die 😭😭

GOD THIS IS SO PRECIOUS 🥺

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Hands trace your body as they would a canvas. Henry Pearl’s touch was smooth, purposeful, predictive, and you couldn’t help but relish in it.

He was perfect. Scars, childhood trials and tribulations and all, he was exactly who Henry Pearl needed to be; and you wouldn’t have changed any part of him for the world.

He’d been in his white-wife-beater and his flanneled pajama pants, fresh out of his hot shower and having you sat on his lap with his large paws wandering your body. Your lips locked with his and your tongues traced each other, softly panting in each other’s mouth and allowing your bodies to just naturally respond and adore each other.

“Mr. Pearl,” you mumble against his lips, grinning and gently nipping his bottom lip, causing him to chuckle lovingly. “You’re allowed to touch me more, my love.”

“Is that right?” He whispers, peppering his kisses along your smooth jawline. “Is that something you would be interested in, dolly?” He sucks at the sensitive spot along your neck, and you roll your hips over his in laxed pleasure.

“Yes,” you moan, giggling and gently bringing one of his hands from your hip and down between your legs, where his fingers instinctively seek out your warmth. “I want you to touch me as if I am a book you’ve been dying to read, Henry..”

His perfect pout curls into a smile against your skin, the arm still wrapped around you pulling you closer, his occupied hand slipping into your pants to toy with your dripping heat.

“You’re a story I’ll never forget, darlin’...”

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fire of his loins | willard russell

description: in which he reminds her just who she belongs to

warnings: 18+ sexual content, daddy kink, possessive willard (for good reason), violence

Willard Russell was an honest, hardworking man. He did all that he could to ensure that his precious girl was taken care of, that she didn’t have to worry about a thing. 

Of course, that was mostly wishful thinking. Growing up in a poor household in the backwoods of West Virginia hadn’t given him very steady beginnings, and he’d had to work many odd jobs throughout his life just to put food on the table.

He never complained about it, though. Not once had she ever heard a negative word come out of his mouth about having to work. He dutifully left every day, a lunch she’d prepared for him in hand, with the promise that he’d return that evening. And he always did, oftentimes exhausted out of his mind and aching all over from the hard labor. 

But she was always there to take care of him. She kept him well fed, well loved, and well fucked. In short, Willard had finally found that semblance of happiness he’d always been searching for. It had come in the form of a good woman who loved him unconditionally. 

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[skarsatdawn]

🥺my emotions are running wild

This is a long angsty thought I had so I apologize: Bill and Tiger on vacation with friends and this is the first one with a few new editions to the group. Tiger gets along with all of them, but one night the girl reveals she wants to get with Bill. While Tiger gets a flare of jealousy, the calming waves and shining moon makes her feel a little more vulnerable than normal. She plays it cool, but she can’t help noticing how this girl is nice, she’s a solid friend from what Tiger can tell. She bottles up her emotions from the conversation, going straight to bed without texting or visiting Bill’s room. He’s slightly worried, of course, but just figured she got wasted. She had given him a key to her room so he walked in late to get some lovin, but she’s asleep. He sees the tears on her face, still wet and he knows somethings wrong. She wakes up from his stare and she loses it. He tries being stern with her, but he knew it was really bad when that didn’t work. She sadly tells him and he doesn’t say it’s dumb or that she’s overthinking. He just kisses her, plain stupid, grabbing her face and pulling her onto him. “Every time I look at you, kid. Every single time I look for you specifically and that won’t change.” He says, the warmth in her chest makes her head spin, and she smiles which he returns. “Plus, she spent the night with another guy hear yesterday, she was probably just a little vacation lovesick, just like another girl I know” He says, pinching her bottom. (Okay I’m done, but when she feels up to it he definitely fucks her so good she’s speechless and has to keep repeating that she’s his.)

Ohhhh sweet nani, the thoughts you have given me.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I love it when tiger just kind of gets all up in her head about this thing she has going with Bill, because goddamn if that ain't relatable eh? My friends and I talk about this a lot, about the differences in the way men and women approach dating or hell, even hitting on someone. And we have come to one main conclusion: men will almost always approach and hit on someone WAY the fuck out of their league, and women seldom will.

I don't know about ya'll, but when I see an insanely attractive guy I just like...shut down. I stare at my feet. I mumble. I blush. I want the ground to open up and swallow me whole--and the last thing on my mind is "yo, I'mma hit on this tall drink of water." Like, I would literally rather pull my own teeth out than hit on a guy that is so ridiculously attractive and so COMPLETELY OUT OF MY LEAGUE.

But dudes? Dudes will see a solid 10 walking down the street and think "Thank god I'm a fucking 14 because that bish is mine." It's actually incredible. Like, it's a scientific phenomenon.

For all the confidence that us women lack, the wrong men seem to have absorbed it all by fucking osmosis.

Fascinating.

ANYWAY. I'll bet tiger feels like that a lot. Bill is just...he's so much, you know? On the surface level there's his insane good looks, his height, the fact that he's a rich motherfucker, and he's famous. All of that weighs on tiger's mind, yes, but then she's even worse off because she knows what's underneath too. A kind, gentle mammoth of a man, the most empathic person she has ever met, someone who is incredibly sensitive and who takes such good care of her, worries over her, tries every day to make her happy. And tiger just...tiger will never understand how she got so lucky.

But then alright, it's time for another friend vacation and this time there are a few new additions. People try not to make a big deal out of it but somehow there always is just a slight check in with Bill--nobody does it outright because god Bill would be mortified and so would everyone else, but there is definitely a few mentions of new people joining the vacation and it gives Bill a chance to back out if he's not comfortable with the idea.

And maybe tiger really does genuinely hit it off with one of the girls. She's a real firecracker, and the exact type of person that tiger respects. She's funny, she's pretty as all hell, she's not afraid to make a bit of a fool of herself to make everyone laugh. This girl eats like a trucker and swears like a sailor, and tiger thinks she's good people. So much so that one night maybe the boys go off and do their own thing, macho bonding or some shit, and tiger and this girl grab some drinks and have some good girl bonding time.

But then it happens. A few drinks in, it happens. And this girl absolutely isn't trying any in vino veritas bullshit, this is really just the first opportunity she's had to drill a little deeper.

"So what's his deal?" she asks. Tiger blinks, sips her drink.

"Who's deal?" she replies. But tiger knows exactly who.

"Bill," she says, "Is he single?"

"Oh, uh," tiger knocks back another big sip of her drink, "...Yeah. Yeah he's single."

Because what is she supposed to say? No, he's taken? Then that would lead to questions about why he's on this vacation alone.

The girl gets a devious smirk, steeples her fingers together--and tiger just wants to hit something, because goddamn this girl is cute. Adorable, even. And when she gives a little whoop and a dorky fistpump, tiger feels her stomach drop to the floor--not because she's after Bill, no no, even worse--because she's actually just so perfect for him.

"Diiiiiiibs," the girl says, "Man I've been eyeing that tall drink of water all trip."

"Ha, yeah," tiger stammers awkwardly and downs the rest of her drink, "He's a handsome one."

"Are you cool with it?" the girl asks, and actually places a concerned hand on tiger's knee, "I don't want to...come between anything. If there is anything." Dis bitch is cute as a button and kind. Fuck.

Tiger gives a casual shrug.

"Why wouldn't I be cool with it?" she says, "I....don't have any claim to him."

"Would it be weird for you?"

"Go for it," she mumbles.

And tiger wants to tell this girl to back off, that Bill is claimed, and that Bill is being claimed every goddamn night of this vacation to the point where his back jammed on him again and tiger had to ice it down this morning. But she can't say any of that--and in true tiger fashion, she just gets a little sad about it. Anger and ferocious defensiveness for Bill would be her first reaction if this girl was a real fucking idiot, but god she's just....she's so nice.

"Okay, okay okay okay," the girl smoothes her hair down, starts to look real serious, "Help a bitch out. What should I do?"

And poor tiger, tiger has to sit there the whole night while this girl actually schemes to get her claws into Bill. And tiger is almost forced to help.

She retreats back to her own room that night, nauseated, sad, and with raw emotions bubbling to the surface. And bless your heart sweet nani, bless your heart for knowing mine so well--because the shining moon absolutely gets to her, the call of the crashing waves. Tiger sits out on her balcony for a bit but she just cries. Just lets it all overwhelm her, lets herself feel every emotion she tried to reel in that night as she helped give a girl tips on how to get Bill. And when she's too exhausted, when it's all just too much--she goes to bed. She misses the text messages from Bill--doesn't even look at her phone, actually. Just curls up in Sad Girl form, all balled in on herself, and falls asleep.

And Bill thinks it's pretty strange that she's not responding, and it's even more strange that she didn't let herself into his room which they had agreed would be their place of rendezvous that night. So instead, he does a quick check of the hallways and then Pink Panther's his lanky ass against the wall before deftly swiping his key card in her door and opening it.

And that's exactly how he finds her, cheeks still wet, her own thumb in her mouth, all curled in on herself. Concerned, he traces a gentle finger down her cheek and she stirs.

"Tiger," he crouches down to be eye level with her, "What's wrong?"

She blinks sleepily, bristles a little, and swipes at her cheeks.

"Nothing," she croaks. Her throat is dry from crying, and she winces.

He doesn't say anything. Just brushes his thumbs across her cheeks, keeping her face in his hands.

"Tiger," he says sternly, "We have rules."

"Yellow," she says immediately, "I don't...I don't want--"

"Okay," he soothes, running his hands up her arms, "We won't. But tiger, can you tell me what's wrong?"

"Bill, it's nothing. Let's just go to sleep."

But like, she's cracking. There are fresh tears rolling down her cheeks now, and Bill knows she needs to let something out.

"It's me kid," he says softly, "You can tell me anything."

And like, tiger cracks. It opens the floodgates. She tells him everything--the entire conversation, every little detail of it. When she works herself up too much at some points, when he starts to hear a wheeze in her breath, he puts a steadying hand on her knee to help ground her. But she lets it all out--every detail, everything this girl said about him, everything tiger told her. She's full on crying again by the end, but Bill just listens. He listens, and he waits.

And you know what I love here, nani? God it's so important. Bill doesn't tell her she's nuts. Doesn't tell her she's foolish for ever thinking he wanted anyone but her. Because that's not what will get through to her. Instead, just like he always does--he loves her and reassures her in the way that she needs, in the way that she can recognize in that moment.

He waits as she pauses, waits to see if she'll continue, but she doesn't.

"Are you done?" he asks quietly. She nods.

"Can I say something now?" he ducks to catch her gaze, and she nods again. He pulls her into his lap.

"Tiger, it's you," he says simply, "It's you kid. Only, and always."

She sniffles, and he kisses her nose.

"Everybody else can try as much as they want. They can give it their best shot. It won't matter," he continues, "It's you, kid."

Ugh, my fucking heart. It gives her the reassurance that she needs. And listen, over the next few days, Bill finds little ways to reinforce that. Maybe this girl does take a shot at him--and he politely, gently shoots her down. Maybe when tiger is feeling ready for it, man he gives it to her so good that she has to stay in bed the next day, because she's walking funny. It's his secret glances, his small winks, his hand on her knee under the table, rising just a liiiiiiiittle high under the safety of the dark night club.

It's everything she needs, in the way that she needs it.

this ask was a gift nani, thank you.

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so it's summer and it's great but the heat is absolutely unforgiving. what if Tiger gets like, a reaction from the excessive sweat that this season brings and there's like a rash-like discoloration on the sides of her body, her back? I get these every summer and, it's hard to look at myself in the mirror when I put the cream on so they go away. I'm thinking Bill would help, but after Tiger lets him since she's a lil embarrassed and shy about them.

Ohhh bubs, I feel you. I have SUCH sensitive skin that I swear, I cry and then I have to spend like a week treating the eczema outbreak on my face that my own goddamn tears cause.

The heat and all that comes along with it can have some icky side effects and my girl tiger ain't spared. Heat rash? yep. Mild sun allergy that causes a rash? Yep. Hives because she's basically allergic to everything outside? Yep. Eczema outbreak because all the rashes are stressing her out? Yep.

Are we even going to talk about underboob and thigh chafe? Shit, yes we are because this is some real life BULLSHIT that most of us have to deal with.

And what if it's exactly that. Hear me out. She's been purposely avoiding getting nekkid with Bill for a few days--She's got this weird heat rash that's going down one side, itchy as all hell and red and bumpy. She manages to camouflage most of it with a loose fitting sundress, something of breathable material, but she just happens to need a strapless bra with it--and strapless bras are an Enemy of the Goddamn State, man. Maybe it's a nice cocktail hour at a schmancy new bar that opened so she's dressed cute, except one of her completely heat-resistant friends got them all a table outside because clearly this friend was born and raise din the fires of Hades, so a heatwave doesn't bother them. It's outside, and tiger is fucking dying. The sweat running down her side is making her itch even more and burning the sensitive, already-irritated skin there. She feels like she's fucking melting into a puddle under the blaze of the hot sun, which she's pretty sure is searing her make up off. She feels like a swamp monster.

And if that's not bad enough--the group decides to walk for ice cream after. They decide to walk QUITE a long ways for ice cream. And all that sweat that she has going underneath her dress is just making her bra dig into the fragile skin under her breasts, and the more her thighs rub together as she walks the more she can feel the chafe like, peeling off a layer of her fucking skin and she wants to die.

And Bill for his part is kind of walking a bit ahead with his boys, maybe it's been awhile since he's seen them so he's not keenly aware of the absolute hell that tiger is currently in. Until she snaps when, after ice cream, it's time to walk alllllllll the way back to the car.

"Fuck this," she mutters, "I'm out." And then a little louder. "Bill, I'm out."

He gives her a worried look, taking a few long strides until he's back with her.

"Okay kid," he says, "We can leave as soon as we get back to the car."

"Yep." She smiles, wide and scary--but doesn't move.

"It's...It's this way," he gestures somewhat helplessly to the direction everyone else continues walking in.

"Sure is."

She still doesn't move.

"....tiger?"

He jumps a mile when she lets out the loudest whistle he's ever heard, nearly giving him an uppercut as her hand shot up quickly. A cab came to a screeching halt, and she opened the door.

Confused but knowing better than to argue, Bill folded himself in half in the back seat as the cab drove them the 3 minute distance to the car.

"Are you....okay?" he asks cautiously as she buckles up her seatbelt in his car, and tiger just...man, tiger wants to go home. She's so uncomfortable, she's so itchy, everything burns, she's still overheated and she's just so over this night.

"I'm tired and too hot," she says instead, "Just take me home."

And like, look. Once they're home? Bill goes to unzip her dress because she always needs help with it, but tiger kind of smacks his hands away and huffs. He doesn't think much of it, she's just fussy and in a bad mood and she doesn't always want to be touched when she's feeling that way. And tiger, in the meantime, is just trying to locate either some calamine lotion or some cortisone cream or hell just a million ice packs that she can place on her side, between her thighs, under her breasts--everywhere that just seems on fire at the moment.

She heads to the bathroom, closing the door so she can rummage the cupboards in peace. She finally takes the dress off and flings her bra across the room and she winces at what she sees in the mirror. Her entire side is red and bumpy, an angry, itchy rash scaling up her torso. Tenderly, she rubs the skin under her breasts and bites her lip in pain--the skin there is raised, bright red, irritated and stinging. A quick check on her inner thighs reveals the same thing. She sighs, running the tap so that Bill won't hear her.

But listen, Bill? Bill just thinks she's washing her face, and he wanders in with a little whisky digestif and to see if he can entice her into taking a bubble bath with him. He opens the door and tiger shrieks, grabbing at a towel to cover herself--but not before he got a good view of what seems like half her body, bright red and irritated.

"Tiger," he gasps softly, "Kid what happened?"

"Bill get out," she squeaks, wrapping the towel around herself.

"No," he says. He yanks at her towel but she smacks his hand away.

"Bill," she says, a tad more angry now, "Leave me alone."

"No," he says again, "Tiger, show me."

"No."

"Tiger," it's his turn to be stern now, "We have rules. And so help me, if you don't drop that fucking towel then there will be another part of you that is bright fucking red. Now show me."

"It's okay," she sighs defeatedly, "It's just... a bit irritated."

She opens the towel a tad, showing him her side. Bill puts the whiskey glasses down and hold the towel open, leaning to get a closer look.

"What happened?" he asks softly, "Are you allergic to something?"

"No," she mumbles--god this is embarassing--"It's just...the heat. It gave me a bit of a rash that won't go away."

He nods, his eyebrows knitting together, and he tugs gently to undo the knot on her towel. When she protests he gives her a stern look and she sighs, letting him undo her covering. Gently, he runs his fingers along the side of her breasts and trail them down her rib cage.

"And here?"

"Strapless bra, sweat, and rubbing," she winces when he hits a sensitive spot and he apologizes, "Recipe for disaster."

He nods, his eyes sweeping over her looking for more markings.

"Anywhere else?" he asks after a beat. Tiger bites her lip, and he gently tugs it free with his thumb. She sighs, giving up, and rests her foot on the toilet so he can see her inner thigh.

"Dump truck thigh chafe," she says, "It's a killer."

He leans, kissing the marking softly.

"Oatmeal," he says as he stands and turns for the door, "A lukewarm oatmeal bath, and some calamine lotion."

"Bill, I'm handling it. It's not--"

But he spins back around.

"We. Have. Rules." every word is short, curt, and accentuated with a step as he backs her up to the tub and looms tall over her, "Don't we sweet girl?"

"Yes."

"And do you think that hiding this from me--spending the evening in discomfort and pain and not telling me anything--is that following the rules?" he asks. God he's authoritative when he's like this.

"Probably not?" she tries. A quick, challenging quirk of his brow and suddenly she's not so brave. "No, it's not following the rules."

"And trying to stop me from taking care of it when I do find out, is that following the rules?"

"No," she says meekly, "It's not."

"That's right, it's not," he says and he kisses her softly, "So you're going to let me take care of these markings, and then you're going to get some brand new ones."

And listen, Bill is more just pissed that tiger was in pain, clearly for at least a few days, and she didn't tell him. He's even more pissed that she sat there so uncomfortable that night, and also didn't tell him. But he puts his anger aside to care for her first--and an oatmeal bath it is, he gets in there with her and soaks while they sip their whiskey. And when they get out, he carefully dabs calamine lotion all over her--giving it a second to dry before pulling his big shirt over her head.

"Bedroom," he says, "Now."

Tiger slinks away--but also, man, what if our girl just ain't feeling it tonight? Yes, she was bad. Yes, she broke the rules. She's a little small about it but she's dealing okay, and truth be told she just...ugh, the thought of another patch of her skin being red and irritated and sore from a spanking is just kind of too much for her. It's a discomfort and a pain that she just doesn't feel up to dealing with tonight, after already spending so much time uncomfortable. SO maybe she's kneeing on his side of the bed when he comes in to find her, and as he approaches she just kind of thugs her head on his thigh, fiddles with he waistband of his boxers.

"Bill," she says softly, "Can I...can you punish me tomorrow for this? I've had enough discomfort for today. I don't want it."

Bill's heart could explode. He smiles at her--big and wide and totally dopey, hooks his hand around her arms and sets her on her feet gently.

"Good girl," he purrs, kissing her deeply, "My good girl."

She coos a little at that, and he tucks her into his chest for a tight hug.

"You tell me when you're ready to be punished kid, and we'll do it then," he tells her. She nods, and when he lays out in bed tiger just lies flat on his chest, sticks his thumb in her mouth, and starts snoring a few seconds later. Bill just lovingly tends to her for the next day or two--lukewarm baths, lots of calamine, lots of unscented soothing lotions--and then eventually after a few days when he's sitting on the couch playing a video game, tiger just walks in, shimmies out of her panties and lies across his lap.

"Let's have it bud," she tells him, "Make it hurt."

[skarsatdawn]

you have such a hold on my heart it’s not even funny

tiger feeling really needy but bill is hard at work so she retreats, but is getting very flustered and can’t stop thinking about him. maybe they had an intense night and bill went straight to work in the AM. so when he finally gets a lunch break, she’s avoiding him, but not in a mean way either. he corners her and she has a shaky sigh and just kneels. but bill knows. he’s piecing it together, so he lifts her up and kisses all up on her until she finally breaks down enough to let him in.

Ohh my sweet soff heart, I love this.

Bill usually knows better than to leave the bed before he makes sure that tiger is awake, comfortable, and feeling safe and loved. After an intense night he never leaves until he's sure she's okay, and he's always there hugging her, holding her in his arms as she wakes up so that the first thing she feels is warmth and comfort, his breath on her neck, the shell of her ear. The first thing she hears is his rumbly good morning, the sound of his gruff, deep voice telling her that she's safe, that he loves her, asking her if anything hurts or if she's in pain.

And maybe Bill really hadn't planned on having an intense night--maybe just some vanilla sex to scratch an itch because goddamn tiger can't walk around in booty shorts all day and expect him NOT to be standing at attention for it. Maybe he knew he had an early morning the next day which is WHY he didn't plan on anything intense, but tiger needed something more. She needed to push his buttons, get a little bratty--she was after punishment that night. And like a sucker, Bill gave it to her. And maybe the next morning he was a bit apprehensive, and he woke her up because he HAD to--no way was he leaving the bed while she was still asleep, after the night they had. So she woke up to his soft murmurings, but also his worried apologies--he had meetings he needed to get to, and then when he came home he had more virtual meetings.

The morning was hard on him, too. The whole time, he just worried about her. Worried that he wasn't there for her, that maybe she was spiralling into a bd headspace, worried that he wasn't there to take care of her. He checked in with her whenever he could--which wasn't nearly as often as he would have liked.

Maybe he even headed home a tad early, but she was out for a walk to clear her head and by the time she got back, he was already in his afternoon of virtual meetings.

And tiger, for her part, is really trying to hold it together. She knows that he's not withholding affection, not leaving her alone because she was bad--no, but just because he's busy and has other commitments. And tiger, bless her heart--tiger is getting all small about it because god she just wants his strong arms wrapped around her, wants that glorious thumb in her mouth, wants to be tucked in against his chest and breathe him in and just relish in the good vibes as he murmurs softly to her. She's getting small about it but she also doesn't want him to feel bad, she doesn't at all want him to feel like he let her down--and if he sees her, one look at her and he'll know because she really does look pitiful and even she knows it.

So instead, that's exactly what she does--she hides from him. Just kind of retreats so he doesn't feel bad, and she tries to pull herself together. But y'know--it doesn't work. It never works. And the first break that Bill has, the very first second he's free, he's out of his back office and he's looking for her.

And tiger can kind of hold it together--until she sees him. Because when she sees him, the look he gives her tells her that he knows, and that's her crumbling point. Bill doesn't waste any time in crowding her space, just backing her up into the corner and pinning her with his hips, wrapping his arms around her and just kissing the hell out of her. And it's exactly what she needs, but it's also a lot for her frazzled brain to process and maybe it's a bit overwhelming--so mid-kiss she just stops, whimpers a little, sinks down to her knees. Bill's heart could just fucking explode, but instead he tuts her softly, slides his thumb into her mouth.

"As long as you need sweet girl," he murmurs to her, "You can have it for as long as you need."

[skarsatdawn]

gosh yes yes yes yes 🥺✨💕

What if Tiger’s favorite animal was elephants and Bill knew that so he took her to a sanctuary that had elephants. She would get to play with them, feed them, give them baths. She was so happy, she got emotional over the whole thing.

oh sweet nani, how did you know this about me? This is me, 10000%.

Elephants are my most favourite animal--I get really emotional just seeing them on TV. Elephants have a soul that most people don't realize, they are wise, kind, gentle giants. Elephants sense emotion, they are playful, they are sensitive and just....they're incredible animals.

I had never seen one in person before, but two years ago I was in Thailand for work and I just...I really wanted to. But it took me FOREVER to find an elephant sanctuary that was ethical--I didn't want to ride an elephant, I didn't want to wash one, I didn't want to interact with one in any way other than to observe it and admire it. So many sanctuaries put on an ethical front and are anything but, and really any place that lets tourists interact in weird ways with the animals are not sanctuaries at all, they're fancy zoos. I wanted to see an elephant so bad, but I absolutely refused to do so if it would cause any harm or disruption to it whatsoever.

I was in Phuket and ended up making my way to Chiang Mai and let me tell you, when I first saw one....I just cried. I cried and cried and cried. I still get really teary when I think about it, because god the soul that you can see in the eyes of an elephant....oof, you guys. Just oof.

So when this ask came in, my heart just like...stopped.

Maybe it's a pretty milestone birthday or something, for her. And Bill--ole moneybags--he thinks that the gift he wants to give her will be 100% worth the sheer ire that she'll direct his way. He wants to take her somewhere--maybe it is Thailand, maybe it's Kenya. Either way, it's FAR, it's expensive, it's pretty extravagant--but not for Bill's wallet. And the plan all along was to take her to that specific sanctuary, one where she can spend a full day watching, observing, interacting with elephants for the very first time.

To Bill's surprise, when he gives her the gift, maybe she's not even angry. Maybe she just cries--she cries a lot. Because she's so happy, she's so overwhelmed, and the gift was so fucking thoughtful. A part of her wants to be mad, but the other part legitimately can't wait to spend two weeks with him in a far away land, somewhere that he can relax too because he knows no one will recognize him. She's too excited in the moment (and a blabbering mess) to take in any of the details, but later on that night as they're lying in bed, heads close together on the pillows with his fingers stroking her features, he tells her all about it. Where they're staying. What they'll do. He tells her about the sanctuary, what she'll see, what he has planned. She cries again, curling into him and he just holds her.

Tiger's not surprised to see, the day of departure, that Bill got business class tickets. In all honesty she knows that he did it because there's not really another option-- Bill's size doesn't lend well to being cooped up in a plane for 16 hours straight.

And I kind of love this thought that like...tiger basically spends the whole trip crying. It's a great trip, but it's so great that she's just a total emotional bean about it, and all sappy at how much her Good Dude does for her, how spoiled she is. Both of these idiots have a love of the dingiest, darkest alleys where they find the true soul and heartbeat of a new city. That means finding night markets, going way off the beaten path into local restaurants where nothing is written in any language they understand, and none of the staff speak English. It's finding the family joints, just one or two tables in the place, and a grandmother cooking in the kitchen. It's getting back to the hotel in the wee hours of the morning and not sleeping, instead setting up camp on the beach with a small bonfire and watching the sunrise.

But the entire trip, she's so excited for that one day--that one day where they visit the sanctuary. She talks about it for nearly the entire plane ride, until Bill takes her eye mask and places it over her mouth so she'll get the message that he needs his beauty sleep. Every night as they drift off, she's talking about that sanctuary. About some new fact about elephants that she read.

And listen, the day of? Tiger is a mess. She's already practically crying on the ride over, and Bill has to soothe her.

But when they get there, as they approach the white open terrain and tiger can see one in the distance, approaching slowly--she loses it. Just breaks down. She cries, and Bill has to just kind of stand behind her, hold her up from under the elbows, and just hang onto her because she's a mess. He holds her up as the elephant approaches, snapping as many photos as he can--one of those photos, he would later print out and keep in his wallet. A real close up of when the elephants was about 10 feet away from her, and tiger's hands are covering her face as she sobs.

[skarsatdawn]

Serious Question

i’m considering rewatching Hemlock Grove and was wondering if you lovelies are interested in episode by episode commentary? I have many thoughts on the show as a whole and think it would be a fun thing to try.

please let me know if you would be interested in reading any commentary!

[skarsatdawn]

Oh just take my heart, why don’t you!

I love the idea of Bill getting laser focused on work and being in a bit of a grumpy mood, but something just sends her into a small space. She just wakes up, alone, making home on the couch and watching tv to try to distract herself. Maybe the night before they had a small fight that ruminated in her head. Bill finally notices when he comes out for lunch and he tells right away, but she lowkey freaks out when he tries to get near her cause there’s just so much tension and anger around him.

Oh how I love this tonight, when I'm in the slight mood for it to hurt so good.

Look, these two--they are kindred souls but they're also human. They're bound to get into petty arguments. Bill likes to keep his place immaculate, nothing is ever hanging around, but tiger has had a tiring week and her shit is just...everywhere. once or twice when she gets in and just throws her jacket on the couch, kicks her shoes off in the hallway--Bill lets it slide. He picks it up quietly, puts it where it belongs, but he keeps his mouth shut. But then it's like, EVERY DAY and e snaps at her to pick up after herself and she snaps at him that she WILL if he just gives her five fucking minutes to pour a glass of wine instead of nagging her the minute she gets in the door.

Bill is admittedly, also a little short tempered because it's a press week and god he hates those. He was hoping that maybe this whole virtual thing would make it easier but it just...doesn't. He's in front of his computer for hours, often starting at 4AM to accommodate for time zones, he's tired and snippy, he's fed up. His place is messier than he would like and that's stressing him the fuck out, tiger isn't holding up her end of the chores because she's busy and tired so that pisses him off, and it all just kind of exploded the night before.

He was tired from a 16 hour day of interviews that all had the same questions. She was tired form her work day which was total bullshit. They both snapped at each other, it escalated, and while they didn't yell at each other, there were definitely harsh and some awful words were exchanged. Bill had to go take a walk to calm down, and tiger just slammed the door to the bedroom shut and went to bed even though it was only the early evening. Bill usually wouldn't let her sleep alone after a big blow out, but his temper was still flaring and he was just so fucking exhausted that he showered, went out for his last smoke, and then slept on the couch.

His start time was 5AM the next day, so by the time tiger got up he was already in his back office with the door closed.

And like everything in hindsight, she started to feel fucking awful about it. She barely slept a wink, kept waiting for the door to creak open and for him to crawl into bed. He never lets her sleep alone, no matter how angry he is--but he did last night. Tiger wakes up totally fucked up, not even mad anymore just...sad. Remorseful. Small. She said some hurtful things last night that she didn't mean but so did he, and she just wants a little reassurance, a little affection.

She gets her coffee herself and tries not to cry. Makes some toast--and she washes the dish right away, dries it, puts it back in its place. She goes to the front entrance and places her shoes where they should go, hangs up her coat, tidies up the place. She pours her second cup of coffee and puts her ear to his office door, tries to hear if maybe he has a break coming up, but the interviews seem endless. She heads to the couch, wrapping up in the blanket that he slept with last night, and she can't stop a few tears from rolling down her cheeks.

And Bill, for his part, is feeling equally as fucking awful. He hates what he said to her last night. He hates that he let her sleep alone. He hates that he wasn't there when she woke up, telling her he was sorry, giving her a cup of coffee. He hates that he's heard her putter about the apartment for five hours now and he hasn't been able to see her, to go to her.

His schedule that day is insane and he plans on having a word with his manager about it--5 hours straight with not even 2 minutes between interviews to piss. A reprieve finally comes, he has 20 minutes before the next call, and god he can't get out of that room fast enough. He throws open the door with just a bit too much enthusiasm and tiger mistakes it for something else, some residual anger, and she shrinks down a little in her blanket.

He all but runs into the living room to find her but like...he's so hurried and so frantic that tiger mistakes a lot of his harsh movements for him still being upset, and she burrows in more. Bill finds her like that, crying softly, huddled in the blanket he slept with last night, shrinking away from him--and god, he feels like shit. Like absolute shit. He never should have let it go this far.

"Tiger," he says softly, keeping his movements slow as he makes his way over to her, "Tiger, I'm sorry. About everything. I'm sorry sweet girl."

He kneels in front of her, puts his hands on her thighs and ducks his head to catch her gaze. She sniffles and he leans forward, kissing her lips softly.

"I'm sorry," he repeats, weaving his hands into her hair, "God I'm so, so sorry kid."

She pulls at him and he stands, sitting down on the couch and pulling her into his lap She tucks her head under his chin, burrow in there, and just breathes him in.

"I'm sorry too," she mumbles, "For everything I said."

"I'm sorry for what I said," he places a soft kiss on her head, "I'm sorry for not coming to bed last night," another soft kiss, this one on her nose, "I'm sorry for not being there when you woke up this morning," another soft kiss, this one right above her mouth, "I'm sorry I let it get this far."

"We let it get this far bud," she said, craning up to kiss him again, "And I'm sorry too."

"My day isn't done kid, far from it, but can you stay with me awhile? Set up on the couch back there? I want to be close to you."

"I want that too," she mumbles.

And that's what he does. He picks her up, moves the couch in the back room a bit so she's out of view. He refills her coffee, sets her up with a plate of snacks and a warm blanket. And at least this way he can see her out the corner of his eye, and even if he only has 10 seconds between interviews--he can still glance back, give her a small smile, check in with her.

[skarsatdawn]

you and bill taking a little walk together until he sees cameras coming you guys way. so he covers you up because he’s very protective over you and doesn’t want people flashing their cameras in your face. You get a little overwhelmed and start to tear up but bill let’s you know he’s by your side. when you guys make it home you thank him

it was a beautiful evening. the weather was pleasantly warm, and the sun was just beginning to set. bill had suggested you go for a walk together after dinner, which you’d happily agreed to. there was a park near his apartment that you liked to frequent together, and it was where you’d decided to walk that evening. there weren’t too many people out, which made for a nice, peaceful stroll. you held hands and spoke occasionally as you walked, letting comfortable silence settle in the spaces between. for a while, all was well. but you soon felt bill’s posture change beside you. he slowed his pace, his gaze settling on something a little ways away. you followed his eyes until you saw a guy with a camera quickly approaching you, followed by two other people. he let out a sharp sigh, shaking his head. “billy?” you questioned, growing a little anxious. he squeezed your hand in reassurance. “someone must’ve spotted us and called them. don’t worry, just stay close to me. we’ll be fine.”

he didn’t have to tell you twice. you clutched just arm as you walked further, crossing paths with the group wielding cameras. suddenly, bill’s name was being called repeatedly, invasive questions thrown at him from all sides. he pulled you into his side then, making sure your face was covered. on his own, he wouldn’t have been so wary. but with you beside him, he was much more careful, and wanted to do everything he could to protect you from this invasion of privacy. “hey fellas, we’re just trying to have a nice walk. be a little more considerate, please,” bill spoke, his tone overall polite, but there was a slight edge to it that you knew meant he was trying to keep his cool. “sure, you got it,” one of them said, but they all still continued to follow you both, asking questions about your relationship, and other things that were much too personal to discuss. you kept yourself tucked against bill’s side, allowing him to navigate both of you away from prying eyes.

“you’re okay,” he whispered, so that only you could hear. “i’ve got you.” and soon, you’d finally ditched the cameras. bill took you home the long way, just to ensure that none of them were following you. you didn’t breathe a sigh of relief until you were safely back in your apartment. “hey,” he said, taking you into his arms. “you okay?” “y-yeah. i hated that, though. i just wanted to have a nice, quiet walk, and they ruined it,” you despaired, on the verge of tears. bill hugged you close, kissing your forehead. “i’m sorry, sweetheart. unfortunately it comes with the territory. but i know you didn’t ask for any of this,” he replied, reaching a hand up to stroke your cheek. “no, i knew what i was getting into when we started dating. it’s just jarring, is all. but you did make me feel safe and protected the whole time. so thank you for that.” bill smiled softly at your words. “of course. i’d do whatever it takes to make sure you feel safe, you know that.” you nodded in agreement. “i do know that. and i love you for it, billy.”

[skarsatdawn]

OH MY GOD LEI PARDON MY DIRTY MIND BUT WOULD BILL MAKE HER COME WHILE SHE WORE THE PLUG THAT HELD HIS RELEASE INSIDE HER??? MAYBE EVEN THAT GETS HIM GOING AGAIN SO HE FUCKS HER AGAIN??? AHHHHH

FIRST OF ALL, release[s]. Bold of you to assume he had just one--he didn't. You know he had multiple.

SECOND OF ALL--please baby, allow me to indulge in another thought slightly off the mark? Because I can't stop thinking about it.

Third of all, what a delicious thought in general. Because look, tiger is all filled up right? And Bill is still out of his goddamn mind with possessive vibes, with knowing he's the only one who has ever gotten this privilege, and tiger is feeling like she's damn fine with being owned.

And she's so sensitive, so overstimulated, but he just can't help it--knowing that she's lying there, still squeezing her thighs around a plug, so full of his come. It's enough to get him going all over again but instead he just reaches a hand between her legs, runs a gentle finger up her slit. She presses her thighs shut and squirms, lets out a low whimper--but he hushes her, sliding his thumb into her mouth and wedging his hand between her closed legs.

"One more," he says, stroking his finger gently over her clit, "One more for me, sweet girl."

He has to be so gentle, barely touching her, his finger just hovering over her nub as he draws gentle circles on it. She bites down, writhes a little as the pleasure-pain courses through her, squeezes her legs together and just lets out this guttural, drawn out moan as she spasms again.

And like, Bill is fucking obsessed. He's obsessed. Knowing that he's the only one who has ever spilled inside of her, knowing that she's full of his come--god he didn't think it was possible again tonight, but suddenly he's hard as a rock.

He moans into her neck, reaching down and tapping the plug softly.

"Can you take me again sweet girl?" he murmurs, "Just one more time?"

He twists it gently and tiger moans, but then she whines. She doesn't want him to move it, doesn't want him to touch it, doesn't want him to pull it out even if it means she gets to be filled up with him again. She's floating too blissfully, feeling owned and possessed by him, filled by him, she's too full in all the ways she loves and he doesn't want to pull her out of that head space in any way.

But then tiger pushes at him a little--clumsily--but she manages to get enough space to turn over onto her stomach, whining a bit as she balances on her knees and pushes her ass up. Bill could fucking die. He could fucking explode on the spot, and instead he lets out a loud, uncontrollable groan thats deep in his throat.

"Here sweet girl?" He runs a finger over her lower back, down over her hole, "Can I fill you up here too?"

She whimpers, pushing back against his finger. It's the biggest exercise in self-restraint Bill thinks he has ever had to show, not to fist her hair and push her head into the pillow, and slam into her while she's on her knees with her ass up like that for him.

They don't fall asleep that night so much as they just...eventually pass out. But tiger wakes up the next morning to his gentle hands roaming all over her body, his velvety voice in her ear. It takes a lot of convincing to get her into the bath, to take the plug out and finally get her clean, and I'll bet she gets real small and real grumpy on him because she just feels so empty after.

[skarsatdawn]

yes yes yes pleaaasseeeee

It's been a hot minute since we've done a Tarot Hour hasn't it?

My hands have been itching for my cards lately. It's a little harder to do a specific time with little Bongo being a bit unpredictable still, but stay tuned--I may open it up Sunday to answer over the following few days.

What we think?

[skarsatdawn]

oh this Earth nani has given me all of the feels🥺 lei, I also love that their story changes every time. there’s no other way to tell dramatic stories 😂

The drabble was magic, Lei ♥️✨and it made me start thinking of what that scar might mean to them now in their relationship. In moments when they're enduring a rough patch, when there's a bit too much tension and stress - maybe Bill finds solace in that memory. He gets on his knees, lifts her shirt up and kisses the scar so gently. Almost like a wake up call for them. A reminder that they've survived worse things together and they'll get through this too. - 🌎  

Sweet Earth nani! I was looking for you a few weeks ago, wondering where you were and if you were okay.

And my god, not only do you appear, but you land such a solid fucking punch right to my gut with this thought. Does it even have to be a rough patch? Because I low key love this idea that every once in awhile as they’re cuddling, if tiger’s on her back on the couch and Bill is on top of her, his head nuzzled on her stomach as she scritches him--I low key love this idea that every once in awhile he’ll lift her shirt up and trail his fingers over the scar, give it a gentle kiss.

The story changes over time too, doesn’t it? Like all momentous events in a friendship, now every time one of them tells the story it’s drastically different from the other’s version and always gets a little further from the truth. When tiger tells it, she says that she barely felt any pain until she got to the hospital and found out that it ruptured.  She tells the tale of how Bill was the one who passed out when Sam poked her with a needle.

When Bill tells the story, his heroism is undisputed. Tiger would be dead if it weren’t for him, and he boasts how he carried her to the hospital himself, in the middle of the night, in the worst snowstorm Sweden has ever known.

Every time either one of them tells the story, the other one just stares agape, like “are you fucking kidding me? No, what really happened was--”

But I also love that this really is a reminder of their commitment to each other, how deep their bond runs. Maybe it’s extra special to tiger because she hadn’t really met anyone before who was willing to give her so much, and who didn’t expect anything in return--at least, nothing other than her friendship. Maybe they didn’t know each other all that well when this happened, and it not only brought them closer but it really proved to tiger how much she can trust me. How solid he was. She probably had an inkling then, I would think, of how steady Bill was. How he could absolutely be a source of calm, a source of strength in her life.

And for Bill, maybe this is the first time that he really felt he earned tiger’s trust. Maybe it was the first time he recognized that she showed him vulnerability--a lot of it, and likely not by choice--and he was actually able to step in and do something that really fulfills him, do something that brings him a lot of comfort--take care of somebody he cares about.

Either way, you’re right--it becomes this sort of reminder of their bond, their strength, and their trust in one another. And when things start to get hard as they always do, when they start to lose their way and lose each other just a bit, I love this idea that maybe....maybe tiger wakes up one night and not only is Bill in bed with her (he’s been sleeping in the spare room for a few days), but he’s kind of just staring at her as his finger runs gently over the scar. Or maybe as tiger hops out of the shower one day after a long fight--it’s been going on for days now--she catches a glimpse of the scar in the mirror as she pulls her shirt on. She stares at it for a long beat, heaving a deep sigh, and remembering exactly how deep Bill’s commitment to her, his love for her, can really run.

[skarsatdawn]

I am feeling soooooo many things right now 🥺

daddy bill fucking the reader into small headset after being away from her for a while. he’s praising her and telling her he’s sorry he’s been gone for awhile.

it had been so long since she’d felt this way. it was difficult for her when bill was gone. their dynamic couldn’t thrive the way it did when they were together. he tried his best to take care of her from afar, to be the daddy she needed him to be. but it just wasn’t the same. there were times when he’d bring her with him, when she would get to tag along and be with him while he worked. but this time around, it hadn’t been possible. he’d been filming in a remote location; a long and intense shooting session that had pushed his physical, mental, and emotional boundaries. but now, he was home, in their shared safe haven, and he wasn’t going anywhere for a long time. his first night home, she refused to leave his side, and he was completely fine by that. they ordered takeout, and she snuggled up in his lap as they ate. he was exhausted from his travels, but he was content to be in her arms. they went to bed that night, wrapped around each other.

the next morning, he woke before her, watching her sleep peacefully bedside him. he stroked his fingers over her cheek, against her soft lips. he leaned forward to gently kiss those lips, and slowly, her eyes fluttered open. she smiled slowly. “morning daddy,” she murmured, nuzzling against him. his hand traveled down, over her side, past her hip, brushing against her bare thigh. he knew that physical contact was what she thrived on, and giving it to her was a sure way to turn her into putty in his hands. sure enough, she pushed herself closer to him, whining softly. “want you,” she said, and she didn’t have to tell him twice. he eased her onto her back, pulling the blanket up over them both for warmth. she was pawing at him, hands tugging at his boxers. desperation suddenly overwhelmed them both, and he was quickly yanking his underwear down, and pulling her (his) sleep shirt from her body. “missed you,” she whimpered, and he kissed her again before he spoke. “i missed you too, sweet girl. so much.”

he brought a hand between her legs then, delighted to find that she was already wet. even so, he ducked two fingers into her warmth, drawing a gasp from her as he gently pleasured her. “my good girl, always so ready for me,” he cooed. she lifted her hips up into him, wanting more of his touch. then her hand was on him, stroking him to full hardness, and he groaned softly, looking down at the contrast of her small hand against him. finally, he pulled her hand away, pushing her legs apart and settling between them. he eased into her, his movement controlled, watching as she stretched to accommodate him. “oh, daddy,” she moaned, shivering at the feeling of being filled to the brim. she’d missed this, and wanted to relish in every second of it. “fuck,” he gasped, “been dreaming of this sweet pussy, and how it would feel to be back inside it.” he shunted his hips into hers, and she arched into him, a delicious whimper leaving her throat.

“i’m sorry i was gone so long,” he confessed as he languidly fucked her, her body protected beneath his own. “i wish i didn’t have to leave you.” “it’s okay,” she peeped, gazing up at him with those doe eyes of hers. she understood his job took him away from her sometimes. but he always came back, and their reunion was sweet. she loved him, and she would always wait faithfully for him to come back. “i’m not leaving you again for a while,” he assured her, but she was already so fucked out she could barely acknowledge his words. instead, she held onto him tightly, whimpering lowly. bill shifted, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her even closer. she felt so small beneath him, and she was able to slip into that headspace with him. he was back in her arms, back where he belonged. he could reassume his comfortable role of dominance, and she gave herself to him like she always did. his precious, submissive girl. “i love you daddy,” she moaned beneath him, eyes shining with unshed tears. “i love you too, sweet girl. more than you know.”

[skarsatdawn]

words cannot express how this touched my soul omggg

I'm having a moment. I just want some soft and sweet Gustaf. like maybe making out in the car in the parking lot of a grocery store. Rian pattering on the windows. It's night time, it's fall. Ugh I picture it so vividly 😭

I think I’m having your moment, too.

No matter where you are, his girl will get what she needs. Quiet on an otherwise standard trip to pick up a few things for dinner, but you’re so worn out from the world that even the thought of getting out of the car feels...daunting?

He wouldn’t even need to say anything, just park far from the entrance where there are no other cars, unbuckle and crank his seat back as far as it can go (if Sir Long Legs doesn’t have it there already) and tugs you over the center console into his lap.

And you’ll just land, eyes closed, resting against his chest, knees on either side of his sturdy thighs with his arms around your back. Still as the rain taps on the glass and streams down the windows around you. And he’ll rub the back of your neck until your head feels just a little less heavy, finding his eyes and begging for a kiss.

His gaze drops to your lips and back up to your stare, closing in for one soft peck, leaving your lips to trail kisses up to your cheekbone. He’ll grip your chin, direct you back to his mouth for a second one, that melts into a stream of honeyed open mouth kisses. Your nails dig into his shoulders as tongues dance behind locked lips and the storm rages around the impenetrable shelter.

[skarsatdawn]

😰🥺✨💕

watch saw with my boyfriend and it went awful. i feel like axel watched horror movies all the time and gets rosie to do it once with him and she has nightmares for a week and he feels awful

the poor thing, she knows that axel enjoys horror films so she tries her best to sit through it for him, though she’s hiding her face in his neck most of the time. axel turns it off part way through because he realizes that she’s genuinely terrified and it seems that making her sit through the whole movie is just downright mean. so he turns it off, much to rosie’s relief. they get ready for bed as usual, and everything seems fine. until rosie wakes up a few hours later, sobbing from the nightmare she’d had. the commotion jolts axel out of his sleep, and he gently quiets her, holding her against him. she’s crying about dreaming of the things that took place in the movie, and axel is so upset with himself for making her watch it in the first place. “i never should’ve turned that movie on,” he sighs. “i’m sorry baby.” “i-it’s okay,” she sniffles, “it was just a dream, i’ll be okay.” except, the next night she has another nightmare. and another the following night. and yet another the night after that. axel feels absolutely terrible because it’s all his fault. his girl is suffering from horrible dreams all because of him, and he can’t even fix it. the nightmares finally come to an end after about a week or so, and axel promises to never make her sit through another horror movie again.