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Hal Carter Masterlist

Double Vaginal Penetration

Cicadas Dancing Soft & Sweet COMING SOON -  When Hal Carter visits his grandmother he did not think he would run into the peculiar preacher’s family.  Having five beautiful daughters made him overly protective.  He was a mean and strict man who would not be happy knowing you couldn’t look away from Hal, and he definitely couldn’t stay away from you.

Stained Like Georgia Clay -  There’s nothing sweeter than summertime, peaches, honey, sweet tea, falling in love add in the loss of your innocence.  Will the first love be enough to withstand a tornado and a tragedy?  Or just like the changing of the seasons does it wither away and make room for something new?

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a f t e r you. ❆ hal carter

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buzz. buzz. buzz. eyes squinting against the sun spilling through the foreign window as the sound brings you out of a heavy sleep. eyelids fluttering, the first thing you notice is the source of the racket, your cell phone on the bedside table. then, you’re quick to realize that you have no idea where you are. the walls are mostly eggshell from what you can tell under the grime layer, barren of any art or sentimental photograph. there’s a raggedy arm chair in the corner of the room, pointed at a small tv that’s on, but turned all the way down. white noise on the screen. empty beer bottles littered table your phone dances against each time it vibrates. more than the environment around you, you’re interested in the bed. despite clearly being second-hand, it’s pretty comfortable, the sheets are warm, pulled up to your chin, and you are hyper-aware of the body sharing it with you.

even when you turn to look, you can’t tell what he looks like. his broad back is to you, so instead you find yourself staring at the rippling muscles you can see. powerful arms, skin that looks like silk, even his shoulder blades are appealing. you bit down on your lower lip and reached for him. you probably should’ve resisted the urge, but you couldn’t help yourself. fingertips dance along the smooth skin, carefully so you don’t wake him. you close your eyes, relishing in the feeling of another human body, and a quite pleasant one at that, before your nose is tickled by his smell for the first time when you inhale particularly deep. the remnants of earthy cologne and dark whiskey cling to his skin, but you can also smell your own perfume on him. your face flushes cherry as your eyelids part and you stare at his back once more. 

you slept with this man last night, that much was obvious, and as you came to that conclusion, memories of the night slowly started to bubble to the surface of your mind, but they’re all from his lovemaking. it was mindblowing, memorable. you got the feeling he’s done this a million times by how skillful he’d been with his hands, with his mouth, and the rest of him. you definitely were not his first one night stand, and he was not yours. of course, you were under the impression that he made a habit out of this while you did not. your gaze trails along with your hand for a moment before you’re given a very annoying reminder of what had woken you up in the first place.

your phone. you carefully roll back towards it, reaching out for it. you notice your panties hanging from the shelf, and you only notice now that you’re completely nude under the blanket. with phone in hand, you gaze down at the screen. your boss. then your eyes shot to the time. ten. “Shit,” you hissed quietly. you were an hour late to work and hadn’t given your boss a heads up that you would be. your screen fades to black when the call finally goes to voicemail, but you’re quick to wake it again, to check just how many calls you’d missed before. it was now that you realized your battery was getting dangerously low. twelve percent. wonderful. there were five missed calls, ten texts, and two voicemails. sucking your lower tier into your mouth you chewed on it as you carefully sat up straight in the bed, chancing a glance at the sleeping man beside you. he hadn’t stirred, and you were grateful you didn’t wake him.

you weren’t too familiar with one night stands, having seldom others besides this one, but you always did hate the morning after. the sneaking out, almost always leaving something behind because you’re in a rush. just get your clothes together, you thought as you snatched your panties off of the table and pulled them on, get outside and get an Uber. you desperately needed to call your boss back to make sure you still had a job once you got out of there, but first you needed to gather your things. 

your eyes scanned the room and you caught sight of your skirt on the floor by the door that was slightly ajar, leading to the hallway outside. your top was nowhere to be found, no matter how hawkeyed you were, and you decided that you didn’t have the time to search for it, not when your mystery man’s white muscle shirt was already in the bed with you. he wouldn’t mind, right? he probably had a hundred just like it. either that or this shirt cost a total of two dollars at Walgreens. of course, it was peeking out from under his body and you had to, very delicately, extract it from under him without waking him. for a moment, you felt a lot like Indiana Jones, trying to avoid the boobie traps. 

once you’d finally managed to carefully retrieve the wrinkled shirt, you couldn’t help but pause as you were pulling it over your head to breathe in the raw smell of him that clung to the soft fabric. that same, earthy cologne, the smoky air from the bar you met in last night, a hint of musk, possibly sweat from the day leading up to your encounter, although it was faint. his smell brought a smile to your face. even though, from behind, he looked almost unreal lying next to you; an adonis in bed with you, with all of his rippling muscles and soft skin, it was the very mundane scents that he carried that proved to you he wasn’t just a drunken girl’s dreamboat. he really was there, and it was a shame that you were about to leave him without even knowing his name.

you considered, briefly, leaving a note with your number on it, so that you may hear from this man again. only briefly, though, because your better judgement told you that he most likely wasn’t the type of man to call you back. perhaps it was a good thing you were leaving before he woke up, you were deciding it was for the best for both of you as you gently pushed off the mattress with your palms, the soles of your feet just barely getting a taste for the icy hardwood floor.

just barely.

in half a second, warmth enveloped you at the very moment you felt the remaining weight, his weight, on the bed shift. two powerful and toned arms snaked around your waist and were dragging you back in seconds, your feet hovering over the floor before you were sucked back into the bed completely.

with a soft gasp, you felt your back hit the firmness of his chest, his body warmth spreading over you like wildfire and his touch brought flashbacks from the night before flooding into your brain so fast and strong that you felt a headache coming on. the way he held you now was unlike anything you’ve ever felt before; a powerful bear hug that was somehow softer than you’ve ever been held by a man. it reminded you of the softness of his touch last night; you were a night of fun for him, you were certain nothing more, yet he caressed you like a lifelong lover, worshiped you with soft and delicate kisses. there was purpose, even still, in his grip, and you could tell by the way he seemed unwilling to loosen it even just a little bit now. it was almost as if he were starved of physical affection, but you knew that wasn’t the case because you’d slept with him the night before. did he crave something else? something beyond sex? or were you looking too deep into it?

the man was silent, but you heard his even breathing stifle when he buries his face in the crook of your neck. the feeling of his lips grazing your skin sent goosebumps across the surface wherever they touched, and electricity through your veins, straight down to cause a pleasant and tingly sensation throughout your fingers and toes.

who would speak first?

it seemed as though it had to be you; the stranger didn’t act as if he had anything to say, but he held you tight enough for you to know that he hadn’t yet drifted back into dreamland.

“I’m sorry I woke you,” you whisper carefully, but you’re aware of how tired your own voice sounds, raw. no answer. you let out a soft sigh as you continue. “I just didn’t want to make it super weird by hanging around. I know how these things work, you know? I wasn’t going to make you feel like-”

“Please stay.”

shocked, thrown completely off guard, you bit down on your lower lip. “What?” you were certain you’d heard him wrong. men like him don’t ask girls to stay in the morning. 

“Stay with me. Right here. Don’t go yet. Just let me hold you, just like this, for a while longer.” though he barked them like orders, you could hear the desperation behind his husky, barely-conscious demands. his drawl was very recognizably out of place. you suck in a breath. as much as you want to, you know you can’t, and it’s already breaking your heart. you don’t know why, but something hiding in his voice is small and childlike, frightened and needy, and you would’ve wanted nothing more in that moment than to stay.

“I... Can’t,” you answer in a weak whisper, your hands going to his grip around your waist. cool fingertips tap on his warm, thick forearms. “I’m already late for work and I’ll be lucky if I’m even still employed. My phone is going to die and I need to-”

cut off again. this time by a chaste kiss against the back of your neck as he pushed your hair out of his way. you sucked in a breath at the delicate gesture, your skin reacting to his touch as if you’d never been touched by a man in your life. you’d never been touched by a man like him before, that much was painfully true. eyelids fluttering closed, you took a soft, deep breath. “I’m sorry, I really can’t stay.”

“Please.”

you felt your walls crumbling when the word left his lips, whispered in the shell of your ear, but even then you could hear the break in his voice. he was literally begging you not to leave him, and you began to realize that he might be too used to one night stands. this didn’t seem like the norm to him, like he was uncomfortable and embarrassed of asking you to stay, so you wondered if perhaps he wasn’t used to emotional connections. all he had, you were guessing, was meaningless sex with women he met at bars, and they always left before he woke up in the morning. and you were almost one of those women.

almost.

“What’s your name?” you asked suddenly, sheepish that you couldn’t remember. you were only just now realizing that you’d forgotten it after the third or fourth beer you shared with him.

“Hal,” he murmured back in response. he didn’t seem too offended that you didn’t remember, tips of his digits gently caressing your abdomen, grazing and dancing just below the fabric of his shirt on you, teasing your skin with butterfly strokes as he held you tight and close to his broad chest.

“Do you remember mine?” he did. hearing your name roll off his tongue in a soft whisper against your skin, feeling the warm breath fan your shoulder at the same time, you felt whatever was left of your reservations collapse. you didn’t care about your phone anymore, or your job, or your boss. you cared about Hal, and staying in this moment with him. flashing the battery symbol on the screen of your phone, the background went black as it died and slipped from your fingers on to the mattress with a soft and meaningless thud. your hands skated over his arms, holding his embrace around you. 

you felt silly, like a naive little girl, but you knew that sleeping with Hal had been different than your other one-nighters. you hadn’t known why or what exactly it was that you felt for him, but you did know that you felt something. “I... Suppose I could stay for a little while,” you whisper, defeated and wearing a gentle smile at the thought of him winning. “Only if you hold me the whole time.” you murmur your compromise with an arch of your brow as you shift in his hold, rolling over to come fact to face with him for the first time.

the first thing you notice is striking aegean hues staring back at you, followed by his messy, tawny mop and strong features. he’s all but chiseled from stone, and you’d believe that to be true if he hadn’t pressed his lips to the tip of your nose with diaphanous intent. crimson rises in your cheeks, and he’s quick to trace it with his fingertip. though his touch is gentle, you can still feel the callouses on his hands. Hal has a story, a past, and you’re almost desperate to know. “I think I can manage that,” he replies, and the smile that dances on his lips is heart-stopping and dangerously handsome, but there’s a glimmer in his eyes, fondness, and you share it with the stranger as you nuzzle into his embrace.

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HBC Drunk Drabbles

Drabbles written for HBC Drunk Drabble nights. Drabbles with * next to it are nsfw and should not be read by anyone under 18.

Soft and Smooth - Sebastian Stan x reader *

T(h)rust - bi!T.J Hammond x fem!reader *

Grace Interrupted - Jack Benjamin x omc

Morning Glory - Hal Carter x reader *

A Home For the Heart - Hal Carter x reader

Our Kind of Love - Bucky Barnes x reader

Two Princes - Hal Carter x Carter Baizen *

Lace and Sugar - Hal Carter x Carter Baizen *

Feels Like Home - Bucky Barnes x reader

Food For Thought - Bucky Barnes x reader

Spilling Sin Like Honey - Hal Carter x reader *

Rain On Me - Clay Appuzzo x reader *

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Stained Like Georgia Clay, Part 10

Summary:  Even a storm couldn’t keep you away from Cole

Pairings:  Cole Turner X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, slight bleeding, teasing, beginnings of a D/s dynamics, voyeurism, facial, swallowing, spitting, a bit of a breeding kink, marking, oral sex (F receiving), intimidation, harassment, small town gossip, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  5.4K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​

Your eyes start fluttering as Cole places open mouth kisses on your arm.  You smile in your barely awake addled brain, whimpering out a bit, and his kisses turn into hard sucks.  “Cole, what time is it?”

“It's nearly noon,” he says against your skin, and you jump awake.  Realizing you're still naked, you pull the covers up around you.  “Don’t be like that.  I had your tits all in my mouth.”

“Cole!”

“What?  Are you ashamed of what we did?  You seemed to like it enough to do it two more times.  You make the prettiest sounds,” you slowly lick your lips, looking at the foot of the bed to see that Loretta was no longer there.  “She wanted to go outside.”

“What did it look like out there?”

“A few branches down.  But I’m more concerned about what things look like in here.  Do you regret having sex with me?” You shake your head no, finally turning to look at him.  “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“You didn’t hurt me.  It’s just…I would like to keep this between the two of us.  It’s nobody’s business what we do.  And you know how small towns work.  I don’t want what we have to be looked at as something dirty.  And I don’t know if I’m ready for us to joke about it like it’s something dirty.”

“You’re right, my sweet Bumblebee.  I’m sorry,” he gives you a quick kiss, and walks out of the bedroom completely naked.  You are able to see every freckle and mole on his back, and you jump up to follow him, grabbing the throw at the foot of the bed to wrap around you.  He opens up the fridge looking at the drinks before grabbing out a small bottle of orange juice, and drinking it.  Walking over to the couch he sits down, and you’re left to stare at his morning hard on.

“Bee, what’s wrong, baby?” He asks, smiling over the juice.

“We’re just going to walk around naked?” He smiles, nodding his head.  His hands run up and down his thighs, and his dick was right there.  It wasn’t anything you haven’t done, and still, you were too scared to say anything.  “You’re…well you’re…”

“Hard as a rock,” he sighs, looking down at himself.  “If only I had a girlfriend that could take care of it.  Could be fun.  But if she doesn’t want to, it’s okay, too.  I just thought you might like being on top this time.”

“Oh, it’s that easy?”

“Bee, do you want to have sex?” You let out an airy giggle, answering with a yes.  “Then come here.”

“I don’t know what to do,” you say walking closer, letting the blanket fall to the floor in a heap of fluff.

Cole holds up his hand, urging you over closer, “Just, straddle me.  I’ll put myself inside of you.  And you do what feels good.  Just being inside that pretty little pussy feels amazing.  You don’t have to do anything more than that.  But make yourself feel good,” you go to straddle him.  Placing both knees on either side of his body, and look down at his cock reaching up to your tender hole.  

“You’re going to have to sink down lower,” he grips the base of his cock with one hand and the other goes to your hip, urging you to lower over him, and you slowly sink down, yipping when his bulbous tip breaches your tight channel, and fully let yourself sink down on him.  

Going all the way down until you can’t anymore, you let your forehead rest on his shoulder, panting out his name.  “You’re deeper.”

“Does it feel good?” You nod your head on him, but he clears his throat, “Use your words.”

“Yes.  It feels good.”

“Good girl,” you bite your lip, while his arms circle around you.  Pulling your body closer, and you let out a pornographic moan.  “Did it feel that good, sweet Bee?”

“Yes,” you get up off his shoulder, staring at him, before giving him a chaste kiss.  “Can you help me?”

“Of course,” grabbing onto your hips, he coaxes your body to just grind over him.  Your clit being stimulated on his pelvis.  His hands run down to your ass, and he gives the spheres a quick grab.  “You’re doing so good, baby.  Just like that.”

“But you’re not moving in and out of me.”

“Bounce on my cock then,” pursing your lips, you readjust your stance.  You wanted him to feel as good as he made you feel.  Making a few movements, but it still wasn’t what you were looking for, “Don’t think too hard.  Whatever feels good.  Nothing feels as good as you,” that wasn’t enough for you.  Moving around again, you make a movement with your hips, and look up at him smiling, “There ya go.  Keep doing that.”

Hal walks into your house, and looks around for a moment.  He walked up the stairs to your bedroom, but knew you wouldn’t have been so stupid as to sleep upstairs.  He also knew that storms terrified you, but didn’t think you would still be asleep.  You should be awake.  You should be thanking him for coming to check on you.  Walking back downstairs, he looks at the lazy Loretta lounging on the floor, “Where’s your bed, girl?”

He lays your pitiful amount of mail on the kitchen table, and opens the fridge and oven.  There was no breakfast or lunch made.  Not a fresh pitcher of tea, and then he heard your sweet voice mewl.  He could feel his cock twitch in his Wranglers, and he looks around to make sure no one was watching before adjusting himself.  

Reaching for the basement door, only to realize it was locked from the inside.  With a roll of his eyes, he goes to the junk drawer, pulling it all the way out of its track to reveal the secret compartment of keys, and he grabs out the basement key.  Moving to unlock the door, and opening it, he really heard you moaning.  

Whimpering out Cole’s name over and over again, “Fuck, Bee, just like that, baby.  Yeah, that it, right there,” quietly he takes a few steps down, and could see your completely nude self riding on top of him.  Cole leans forward, holding one of your tits in his hand before closing his mouth over the hardened bud, and you moan out his name again.  

Cole had sullied your name.  You had fallen for all his tricks, and he had you performing for him like his little whore.  Had you a blubbering mess, incoherent to the point only his name was muttered out of your mouth.  Your body writhes over him, and your head looks up at the ceiling, “Nu-uh, you keep those pretty eyes on me.  Wanna see you cum again.  Go on.  You’re close.  I can feel you squeezing me.”

“Cole!” You scream out, slamming your hands on the back of the couch, and you grip the fabric tightly.  Your body moving even faster over him.  Hal had watched movies down here with you, and on that couch, and now Cole’s naked ass was on it.  “Cole!  I’m…”

“Oh, I know you are.  I’m close, too, baby.  Let go,” your mouth goes slack, and your body starts trembling.  Your legs shake uncontrollably, and your head collapses on his shoulder, “Good fucking girl.  Shit, you fucking soaked me.  Where do you want me to cum?”

“Inside of me,” your voice meekly says, and Hal is disgusted at you.  You really had turned into his whore.

“Aw, sweet girl, you know I can’t.  This damn town doesn’t have a drugstore, and if they did, I wouldn’t be caught dead buying you the morning after pill.  Tell you what, I can cum on your face or in your mouth,” you body was still slightly convulsing.  Your mouth slowly sucks along his neck.  “You marking your territory?” You nod your head, and suck just a bit harder.

“Would you like to cum on my face?” Dammit to hell.  You just kept sinking further into his depravity.  “Where do you want to put your cum?  It’s yours.”

“What’s mine?” You slowly start gyrating over him.  And lift up off him, giving him a devilish smirk, “Bee, what’s mine?”

“All of it.  My body, my innocence, it’s yours,” Hal knew it.  You gave it all up to this man that was just using you for sex.  Molding you to be his slut, and he was going to leave you.  A man like Cole didn’t stay.  “Where do you want to cum?”

“Mmm, this pussy is mine?”

“Mhmm.  You can cum wherever you like.”

“I want to paint your face today, uh…fuck…Bee, get on your knees,” you gyrate over him again, but his voice speaks louder, “Do as I tell you, get on your knees.”

“You feel good.”

“I’ll fuck you again later.  Get on your knees,” he pushes you to the floor, and you stare up at him owlishly.  His foot goes in between your legs, and like a desperate bitch in heat you start grinding over that, too.  “Fuck, you’re perfect.  Stick your tongue out,” sticking out your tongue, he pumps his thick length in his fist a few times.  Moving closer so his tip slaps over your lips.  “Keep looking at me, ahh…yeah…yeah, fuck…ah, ah, ugh,” his thick cream spurts onto your face, and your smile gets even bigger.

Your ass wiggles around in excitement, and when his spend is all on your face, he wiggles his cock into your mouth.  Uncoached, your finger wipes up his cum, and you cram it into your mouth, sucking his essence off of it.  “You missed some,” he whispers, wiping up a bit off your tit.

You grab at his wrist, and bring him to your mouth.  Disgusted and turned on, Hal quietly leaves the basement.  Looking down at his swollen pants only pisses him off even more.  Your virginity was supposed to be for him.  Your father already agreed to let him date you, but you were too stubborn, and too tore up about that fucking old man.  And you just let him use you.  Had you in degrading positions, and talked to you like a common slut.  

You would see.  Cole was only using you.  He was going to wait until the new wears off, and probably when you stopped being so tight.  Hal saw that little bit of pink on Cole’s cock.  You had just recently given it up, and was still bleeding.  And Cole had you having sex again and again.  He weaseled his way into your house during the storm, waiting until you were just vulnerable enough to give it up.  He probably fucked you all night long.  You were completely cockdrunk, and hypnotized by his dick, but you would see.  Cole was going to be the biggest disappointment in your life.  You would regret the day you met him.

“Why don’t we take a shower?” Cole says softly, pulling you up to him.  “Let me wash the sweat and cum all off you.”

“That sounds nice,” you whisper, bringing yourself closer to him, and you rest your face on his pillowy chest.  Running a finger through the thick hair on him.  “Cole?”

“Are you a little sore, sweetheart?” You moan out yes on his skin, and he chuckles.  Wrapping his arms around you, he pulls you close to him, “Okay, we won’t do that again for a couple of days.”

“I didn’t say that.  Maybe just wait until this evening?”

“You’re addicted to my cock, aren’t ya?”

“You just feel so good in me,” there was more that you wanted to say, but you would hold off.  Keeping it more playful than serious seemed like the best thing to do, for now.  

“Come on, let's get cleaned up.  I’m sure your farmhand will be here soon, if he isn’t already.  And if we want to keep this from people, something tells me that me holding you while we’re both naked, is a terrible idea.”

“Oh, god, Hal!  He…come on,” you pull at his hand, dragging him up the stairs, and completely missing how the door was no longer locked.  Racing up the stairs to your own private bathroom, and Cole whistles, looking into your bedroom.  “What?”

“A sweet little peach colored room is not what I imagined from you.  You gonna fuck me on this pretty bed?  You would look beautiful with your legs wrapped around me, while I was gripping to that iron bed frame.  Might need to get a different color of comforter besides, white,” you look away bashfully, but Cole brings you back into him, “That eventually stops.  You’ll get used to my fat cock.”

“Cole!”

“I am only slightly playing, but I think you like me talking to you like that,” his hand cups your mound, and you yelp, looking at him.  “Who owns this pussy?”

“You do,” you squeak out.

“See?  You like when I talk dirty to you.  Your cunt is clenching again.  She better behave,” you gulp, staring up at him.  His words were so dirty, and you loved every second of it.  “And later, we’ll break either your bed in, or mine at the cabin needs to be broken in, too.  But, let’s take our shower in this big ass bathroom.”

“My dad.  I don’t have siblings, so he turned the bedroom beside mine into a bathroom and closet,” Cole ignores the family photo, just walks into the bathroom, and turns on the water.  “Don’t make it too cold.”

“Just get your cute little ass in here, and let’s not talk about your family when I can see every inch of your skin.”

“Afternoon, preacher Bill,” you call out as you walk from the back.  You had been ready to restock the shelves, but instead you sit down the box, walking to the front.  Bill watches you closely.  His eyes narrow as he walks around the aisles, “What are you needing?”

“Just looking,” he says, and you roll your eyes.  It’s always the ones that are just looking that come right before closing.  He stops at the wall of honey, and looks up and down the shelves.

“It’s all the same.  They’re pint jars.”

“This your honey?” You answer with a yes, going ahead to stock the shelves anyways.  He was obnoxious.  “I bet you have the sweetest honey in all of Georgia.”

“It’s just peach blossom honey,” you call out behind your shoulder.  Putting a few of the food items on the shelf.  When you stand up, he was much closer, holding two jars.  

“Yeah, but there’s something about the innocent peach blossom.  So delicate and pure.  You still talk to your bees?”

“Uh, yeah,” you take a step back from him, heading towards the back again.  He was acting weird, and it made you completely uncomfortable, and want to put as much space in between you and him as possible.  Grabbing the next box up, you turn around, and he was right there.  “Bill, you’re not supposed to be back here.  Employees only.”

“I look at marriage like that.”

“Excuse me?”

“Well,” he says overly sweetly.  His voice always grated on your nerves, and it was one of the many reasons why you didn’t attend his church.  The screaming, the condemning, none of which you felt was at all what the Bible he read from said.  “There’s just certain people you shouldn’t let behind your curtain.  That should only be for your husband.”

“I’m not following,” your eyes flit over to the clock.  Cole would be here in about ten minutes, and you hoped it was sooner.  “What is it that you want?”

He places the jars of honey on the counter hard, and you jump, but walk behind the register.  “It just seems funny to me that you haven’t attended church, but you can hang around with that man.”

“Cole Turner?” He nods his head, and you can’t even hide the eye roll you give him.  “What’s wrong with Cole?”

“He was a cocaine addict.”

“Was.  And if I recall, according to your testimony, you were, too.  Didn’t you also have a problem with the bottle?  And even you’ve admitted your drug of choice was whatever was available.  But let's cast your stones at someone else.”

“He’s bad news.  There are other men in this town that would be better suited for you.  Let me tell you little girl, your dad would not be happy to know you were loafering around with Cole Turner,” he slams his money on the counter, and you shake your head.  “Take the money.”

“G-g-get out of my store, n-n-now,” you choke out.

“Your father will hear about you refusing the preacher.”

“And my father will hear about you coming in here, making me uncomfortable, and harassing me.  Get out of my store,” when the bell from the door dings, both you and Bill turn to see Cole.  He looks at you first, and sees the angry tears welling up in your eyes.

“Is there a problem here, Bill?”

“I was telling this nice young lady, that hanging around men like you is going to give her a bad reputation,” he taps on his money again, but you shake your head no.

“Hmm, what is your business here?”

“I was going to ask her to dinner.”

“Isn’t it a Baptist church you’re a pastor for?” Bill lets out an aggravated laugh, but nods his head.  “If you remarry, won’t you lose your position?  Now, if what the gossip says is true, Miss Hamby over here is not the only young girl you have gone after.  From the rumors, little Angel Patterson was heartbroken that she let you tarnish her good name, because she thought you would marry her.  Wonder who that baby belongs to Bill?  All the while you stand behind that pulpit, pointing your judging finger and yelling about the wrath of God, while she’s been outcasted as a woman with no morals.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” he says between his teeth.  Starting to head towards the door, but Cole stands in his way.  “Move.”

“Apologize.  And you’re not to come in here ever again.”

“This is the only store, it’ll take twenty minutes to get to town.”

“Maybe you should have thought about that before you tried to add another notch to your bedpost.  Wonder if your congregation knows that you like to collect virgins?” Bill grunts, looking back at you, but nothing comes out of his mouth.  “It’s a small town, Bill.  You know my mother is the head of the ladies committee.  She employs half of the young girls in this town.  People talk.”

“You just remember that.  And I’m sorry,” it wasn’t a good enough apology as Cole would have liked, but he wasn’t going to say anything.  Just let the man that was older than he was go about his miserable life.  Wearing a suit every Sunday, and standing behind a pulpit, preaching on purity, just so he could take it from women.  

“Cole, that wasn’t smart,” he takes a few long strides to get to your side, and his hands cup your cheeks.  “Cole, he’s got the biggest mouth in town, and people listen.”

“He won’t say anything.  He’s been paying child support to Angel.  He doesn’t want the town to know about his problem.  He can’t leave barely legal girls alone.  He’s as corrupt as they come.  Did he hurt you?” You shake your head no, and he gives you a gentle kiss.  “Let me know if he comes back in here, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Now, I promised you a lantern lit evening of looking at lightning bugs, while you write.  I got us some burgers from the Tasty Freeze, and I know you’re tired, and this didn’t help.”

“Did you get some pies?”

“I got four different slices of pie,” you giggle at him, and he leads you away from the store.  Grabbing at your keys, and flicking the lights off.  You could stock tomorrow, mornings were always slow.  Skipping out to his truck, he lifts you up, making sure to tap your butt a few times, before walking to his side.

“What pie slices did you get?”

“The usual; apple, blueberry, pecan, and even a turtle cheesecake.”

“That’s not pie.  It’s cheesecake.”

“And somehow, I knew you were going to say that, so I got a French silk as well,” lifting up the center console, you slide over on his seat, and Cole’s hand immediately goes to your thigh.  Those thick fingers rub up and down on your soft skin.  Your body reacts, and your legs spread wider, but he never touches you where you want him to.

Driving up to the old barn, and the bee hives, he opens his door, but leans over to your ear, “It wasn’t a long drive, but if ever you want me to touch you either tell me, or just move my hand where you want it,” you growl at him, but he giggles, jumping out of the truck to gather the blanket and food.  “Brought your journal and pen, too.”

“You didn’t read it, did you?”

“Why?  You got filthy thoughts of us written in there?” You shake your head no, grabbing the blanket from him to spread out.  Starting to sit down, but Cole clears his throat.

“What?”

“Take your panties off.”

“Why?”

“Because I asked you to.  And, when you're sitting crossed legged on that blanket, you get a nice breeze, and I get a nice view.”

“You’re silly,” even though you think this was ridiculous, you still pull your panties down your legs, and Cole holds his hand out for them.  “Really?”

“Yep,” you drop them in his hands, and he gets the biggest smile.  “What got you so wet?  And if you say my name and act shocked, I won’t catch a lightning bug for you.  Was it me talking to your nemesis like that?”

“Maybe,” you sit down, crossing your legs, and cross your arms over your chest.

“Lift it up,” Cole sits down opposite of you, grabbing the food bag and hands you a drink.  “Go on,” you slowly lift up your dress, and he stares at your spread cunt.  “That’s nice, Bee.  But let’s eat.”

“But…”

“We’re eating.  You’re writing.  I’m going to lay back and take an afternoon nap.  It’s good for that cunt to get some rest.  Let her get to quivering because she wants it so bad.  Oh, she does like that,” Cole stuffs a fry in his mouth, and chuckles, “And I wasn’t talking about your pussy, I was talking about you liking that.  You moaned.”

“Did not.”

“Oh, you did,” he hands over your sandwich, and sits back, calmly, but you just want to straddle him.  “Eat, Bee.  Make sure you drink some of your water, too.”

Laying on your stomach, you look over at Cole.  With his sunglasses on, you could barely tell if his eyes were closed, but he wasn’t snoring either.  You knew he wasn’t fully asleep.  He had been listening to your pen scratch over the paper.  Words had flowed off your hand today.  You had a lot running through your mind, and you were thankful that Cole allowed you this quiet time.  

Looking back at the notebook, you write a few more words, until he sits up, and maneuvers himself to straddle your ass, “Cole, what are you doing?”

“Keep writing,” hovering over you, he slides your dress up over your ass.  Holding both cheeks, he spreads you out, and gazes down at your cunt.  “I didn’t say you could stop,” you try and write a few more words, but he was distracting.  He lets a line of spit drip to your puffy and velvety folds, and he spreads it around with his finger.  “Bee, you’re not writing.”

“I can’t, I feel your cock pressing against my leg and through your jeans, and oh!” You moan as two fingers sink into your cunt.  “I can’t write like this.”

“Why?”

“I want you inside of me.”

“I am,” looking behind you, he was smiling, still pumping his fingers into you.  “You feel that.  I am inside of you.”

“I want your cock.”

“Now, was that so hard,” he starts unzipping his pants, and looks around.

“No one can see us from the road.”

“Good, lift your ass up,” Cole pulls himself up more, letting you push your ass up, and he buries his face into your sex.  Eating you like a man starved.  His tongue feels around for your bundle of nerves, the process harder with how tight your legs are pushed together, but when he finds it, he gives the nub a little nibble, and pulls off, “You’re wet enough.”

Pulling his pants down, he gives his cock a few pumps, before he’s pushing it into your warmth.  Starting off with a slow and steady pace.  Both hands holding onto your ass, and spreading you wide, so he can see where the two of you connect.  Your walls cling to his girth.  Not wanting to let him go.  With every slow retreat out of your body, he slams himself back into you.  Every time, every fucking time, you yip at the intrusion.  

Lifting your ass even closer to him.  Your back at an awkward angle, and those sweet little eyes were staring up at him.  “You like watching me, Bee?  Like seeing how obsessed I am with how the two of us fit together?  It’s like you and your cunt was made for me.  You take me so well, and never complain.  But I’m destroying you, huh?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You feel me in your stomach?” Nodding your head, your fingers grip to the blanket.  Scrunching the quilt in your fist.  It was amazing.  You could feel him in your entire body.  It wasn’t just him railing into you, you could feel him in your toes, the tips of your fingers, your shoulders; he was encompassing every part of you.  Right down to your soul.  You had no regrets of waiting, because no one could compare to him.  He was the perfect one to give it all up to.  Every bit of it.

He watches you start to come undone.  He didn’t think it was possible with how tight you were, but this position was so much different.  Your skin drags against his, making his cock glisten with your juices.  Those desperate sounds begging him to cum inside of you, it’s not that he didn’t want to.  But that would lead to a whole other set of issues, and he didn’t know if either of you were ready for that.  

You had marked his neck up good.  His mother even made a comment about those pesky little love bites you left behind, and that feral need to mark you up was trying to take over for him.  Was wanting him to make a mistake.  Assuring him that your body was ready, but he had barely got to know you, much less your body.  

But dammit, he hadn’t ever had anyone raw before.  Wet skin on wet skin.  He had never had someone’s body react to him the way you did.  You were perfect, and most definitely perfect for him.  Took every bit of him, and wanted more.  Fuck, the idea of letting everyone in this podunk town know that you belonged to him made his sac tighten up.  He wanted it.  Wanted to paint your insides, and watch him drip slowly out of your abused hole.  Wanted you to feel him growing inside of you.  

“Cole!  Cole,” even the sounds of your voice when you were coming over him so hard, it was like you wanted it.  Had his cock in a vice grip, and did not’ want to let him go.  Your body wanted his seed to plant inside of you.  “Fuck!” He grunts, pulling himself out, and barely making it.  Spewing his cream on your ass, and he has to watch it drip down your slit.  “Son of a bitch,” he stutters, panting out your name as he watches himself drip over your used cunt.  “You okay?”

“Mhmm,” god, he wanted to put those panties back on you, and make you wear him for the rest of the night.  Leave you with a mess.  Your mouth turns up into a dopey smile as his cum oozes down your cunt.  “It feels good.”

“It looks better,” he was making himself crazy.  Taking his finger, and swiping it up your ruined body, he brings it to your mouth where you greedily suck the taste of the two of you off him.  Even the way you were sucking his finger was so perfect, and he finds himself falling even harder.  Just the idea of this being normal everyday.  Letting his cock pump you full of his essence until you are swollen with him, and has to bring himself out of his fantasy.

Pulling his finger out of your mouth, you twist over, to look up at him.  He could look at this everyday.  But he had to take his time with you.  He was at the point where he could say that he wanted it all with you.  You had only been having sex for a few days now.  It wouldn’t be fair.  

You reach your hand up to caress his cheek, and give him the prettiest smile, “I love you,” he closes his eyes slowly, because it sounded so pretty coming off your lips.  He thought the sex was good, but nothing could have prepared him for that.  “Cole?”

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do.  I love you,” your words were less sure, and he opens his eyes.  You were looking off to the side.  Your hand had dropped from his face, and your eyes were misty.  “Never mind.”

“Bee, no.  I…I liked the way that sounded.”

“You don’t have to lie.”

“I’ve never had anyone but my parents say that to me.  Never thought I would.  Especially from someone I love,” turning to look back up at him, you smile.  “You heard me, pretty girl, I love you.”

“You’re serious?”

“Yes.  I’m serious,” your melodic giggle echoes off the mountains.  Knocking him over, and on his back, you scramble over him.

“It’s not just my body and the sex.  You love me?”

“Yes, but we can still keep having sex?  Love is making it better.

“So…I got one of your firsts?”

“My sweet Bumblebee, you’ve had more firsts from me than you even realize.  Come on.  Let’s go get Loretta.  Do you want to stay at my house or yours?”

It doesn’t take you long to think, because there was something special about you being the only one that had stayed at his house.  “Yours,” you giggle.  Lifting up your dress fully, so he can see your tits, too.  Just before you sling a leg over him, flashing him your twat, and getting up to run to the truck.  “Bee, you’re not playing fair!”

“So are you gonna punish me, then?”

Fuck.  That was too many firsts in one day.  “Not tonight.”

“Oh?” You smile up at him, and he walks empty handed towards you.  Both his hands go on either side of the truck grill, and you gulp.  “So you want to spank me?”

“Not tonight.  Get in the truck, and keep your legs spread.  You’re riding to your house to get the dog with my fingers in your cunt.  Better hope we don’t get pulled over.  Go on, get in the truck, while I get our garbage and blanket.  I’ll let you warm my cock tonight.  No more sex though,” you nod your head, and duck under his arms.  He takes a deep breath, before readjusting himself.  

He wanted it.  Probably wanted it more than you did.  Having you sit right next to him in the truck unapologetically, while simultaneously being so cute and coy about his hand not being where you wanted it.  You’d eventually get it.  Would know that his body belonged to you just as much as your body belonged to him.  He just had to keep a clear head.  He wanted you to get good and broken in, before moving in, marriage, or kids was ever discussed.  And he still needed to make sure Bill and the stupid farmhand was going to leave you alone.  Because you were his.  All of you was his, and all of him was yours.

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Stained Like Georgia Clay, Part 11

Summary:  Cole want to take you somewhere

Pairings:  Cole Turner X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, voyeurism, unprotected sex, PIV sex, daddy kink, a bit of a breeding kink, degradation, cum play, creampie, masturbation (F&M), 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  4.8K

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You run through the copious amounts of crab apple trees behind your house.  Hiding behind an old whiskey barrel, and you peek from behind it, he still hadn’t caught up.  “Cole?  I said just to count to thirty?”

“Yeah, I know!” He screams, and much closer than you had thought he was.  Standing up, you start running again.  Stopping to look up at your favorite climbing tree from your childhood, starting to hoist yourself up, and getting a few steps up towards the platform when Cole steps underneath you.

“Bee, were you trying to trick me?”

“Why would you think that?” You ask, stepping up another branch.  Looking down at him, and he was reaching up, moving back your dress, “Cole!”

“Where are your panties?” You throw your head back laughing at the sky, but he was still staring up at your lifted dress, “Alright, get down here, I think you need to be punished.”

“Check your pockets,” you deadpan as you jump out of the tree, landing in front of him.  You reach for his pocket yourself, but he grabs at your hand, “Cole, I think you know very well where my panties are.  You’re the one who took them off me, and told me to run while you counted to thirty.”

“I think that two spankings should suffice for now,” he chuckles, swatting at your ass.  You bite at your lip, and your eyes turn into a dark pool of lust.  Pupils completely dilated when he smacks you again, “Oh, you like that, huh?  Do I need to punish you for running around outside with no panties.”

You only get one head nod, before Cole has your body twisted, and somehow managed to have you on your knees.  His hands slide up the back of your thighs, lifting your dress with it, and he stares at your dripping cunt.  You take a staggering breath, pushing your ass closer to him, “Why are you so needy?”

“Cole, don’t tease,” you whine as his finger runs up and down your slit, and then into your sweet little pussy.  “Cole!”

“Shh, we’re out in the open, Bee.  Isn’t your farmhand still working?  How far do you think your screams carry out here?”

“Oh, my god!”

“Ehh,” his free hand smacks at your ass, and your walls flutter around his finger.  “Stay still,” Cole looks around a moment, before his finger leaves your warmth, and you hear his zipper.  Could feel himself pulling his pants down enough to free his throbbing cock as he lines himself up with your tight channel.  “You think you can handle a rough quickie?”

Not giving you anytime to respond, he fully sinks into your wet heat, not stopping until he’s fully sheathed, and your fingers claw at the warm grass.  It was one of the hottest hours of the day.  The sun was beaming on your backside as Cole starts rutting into you.  His hands holding tight to your hips, and your face was on the ground, twisted back, watching him.

He took so much joy into thrusting into you.  It was like he became a different person.  Desperate in his need to get off quickly, lest you were discovered.  Reaching down to your chest, he pulls your tits free of your dress, giving your buds a quick squeeze.  Readjusting his angle, and it was like he was hitting all your spots.  His tip hits in the best area, and you could feel your juices drip out of you.

Looking down at where the two of you connect he smiles as your cream coats his cock.  Making a mess of yourself.  “That feel that…good,” it was too perfect.  You didn’t know what he was doing, but it felt just as good as when you played with your clit while he fucked you.  

Eyes rolling in the back of your head as he pounds into that spot over and over again.  Your back gets a dangerous bend as you arch yourself more into him.  Choking on your words, until a rush of euphoric pleasure runs through your body.  Your walls clench around him tight, and he chuckles at how sloppy you were.  You were complete perfection.

“Daddy,” you desperately wail.  You needed him closer to you.  You wanted his lips on you.  You wanted to be his dirty little whore.

“What?” He stops fucking you.  His hands loosen their grip on your ass cheeks, and you are mortified.  “What did you call me?”

“Nothing,” pulling himself out, he slams back into you, causing a yelp to exit your throat.

“Say it again,” he demands, pulling his shirt off.  Sweat beads drip down his chest, and he had never looked more beautiful.  Godlike in appearance, but the way he had you stretched out was completely different.  It was almost an out of body experience.  

“No,” he does it again, making your legs tremble.  “Cole, don’t make me…”

“I liked it,” wrapping his arm around you, he lifts you up.  Trying to get you completely nude as he pulls your dress off.  Whimpering when you’re skin on skin, and he starts stabbing into you again.  His mouth sucking and nipping all over your sensitive skin.  One hand tweaks your nipple, while the other makes tight circles over your bundle of nerves.  “Say it again, or I stop.”

“Don’t!  Cole, don’t, I’m almost there,” Hal hears your pitiful voice asking Cole not to do something, and he rushes over to it.  He didn’t know what he was going to find, but he knew he wanted to be the savior.  What he saw wasn’t what he expected.

Your tits bouncing around with the force that Cole was pushing into you, while he was practically eating your neck.  Begging you to say something.  His hands were all over you, and Hal hates how fast his pants become uncomfortable as he starts to get hard.  And then he hears your sweet voice, “Daddy!  Fuck me harder, daddy!”

“There’s a good girl,” Cole bites at your skin a bit, and your whole body starts vibrating.  “You making a mess on daddy’s cock?  Got you leaking on me.”

“Daddy, I want it,” cupping your cheek, he moves your head to the side so he can watch your blissed out face.

“What do you want, Bee.  What do you want daddy to give you?”

“I want you in me.”

“I am, baby,” you shake your head, barely conscious as another orgasm builds in your body.  “Bee, I don’t understand.”

“I want your cum in me.”

“Fuck,” Hal whispers, as he fists his cock, he hated himself.  This was the hottest shit that he had ever seen, and he hated it.  He didn’t need to watch this because this was a private moment, but you were out in the open.  Letting your body be free.

“Fuuuck!” Cole growls, slamming his hips into you.  “I can’t.”

“Why?  Daddy, please!”

“You’re fucking ovulating,” he screams as you grip down around his length.  He pumps into you a few more times, before fully pulling himself out.  Stroking himself before his hot cum shoots onto your back.

“How do you know that?” You pant back at him.

“I mean, a lot will depend on your cycle.  But, if you’re regular, you know a couple of weeks ago when all you wanted to do was snuggle, and you refused to tell me why?” You give him a nod as he starts kissing on your sticky shoulder.  “Bee, you don’t have to be ashamed when you’re on your period.  It happens.  Let me know what you need, and I can make sure you have it at the house.  You don’t have to sneak in the bathroom and hide, okay?” You smile, nodding your head.  

“Now, let’s get you inside, and all cleaned up, okay.”

“Cole, when…when I’m not ovulating, will you?”

“How about we have more of a discussion when you’re not in this space?” He grabs your dress, slipping it back over your head.  “Let’s get you cleaned up.  Loretta will be here soon, and we’ll have pizza delivered, or I can make pizza?”

“You make it,” you give him a giggle, and he nearly carries you back towards the house.  “You cook good.”

You smile as you pour the gravy into your grandpa’s old gravy bowl.  Barely watching as the liquid pours out of the skillet.  Moving back to the stove to put the eggs on a plate.  Reaching for a potholder to remove the biscuits.  They were perfect and flaky just like your mama had taught you.  The aroma of butter and bacon grease wafting through the kitchen.  The sausage and bacon was fried to perfection.  It smelled just like a country breakfast.  Freshly made butter at the table, and a jar of fruit preserves.  

You start dancing around the kitchen as you pack a plate for Cole.  He didn’t ask you to make breakfast, but the way he had been making you feel lately, it’s just what you wanted to do.  Hal would be here shortly.  He could finally get his breakfast that he had so missed your mama making for him.  

Hearing the door open, you continue on your path to finish up Cole’s plate, getting a glare from Hal.  He had hardly said two words to you since the tornado.  It was kind of nice not having to worry about pushing him away.  “You made fried bologna, too?”

“I didn’t want it to go bad,” your voice nearly sings.  He looks back at you as he loads up his plate.  Sitting down at the table, he holds out a piece of bacon for Loretta to take.  “One piece, Hal.”

He stands up, stalking over to you before his thumb runs over your neck, “Hal, what’re you doing?”

“You have something on your neck,” your hand pushes him away, and you hold your hand over your neck embarrassed by what that most likely was.  Cole was relentless the night before.  “You know,” he starts walking back to his table to crumble up a biscuit, and ladles on a spoonful of the sawmill gravy over it, looking back at you with a smile.  “I’ve noticed a certain new Ford parked over here a lot.”

“You watching me, Hal?”

He shrugs.  Clearly your head was up in the clouds chasing after that man.  You had these stupid ideas that Cole was going to stay true to you.  You would age out of what he deemed desirable, or he was just going to move back where he came from.  You were living in denial, and completely stupid for thinking Cole wasn’t going to use you.

“I just don’t think it’s a good idea for Cole to be here at all hours of the night.  You know temptation comes out when it gets dark.”

You scoff, grabbing up a basket to put Cole’s food in, completely ignoring him.  “I’m a man, so I get what men want.”

“And what is it that Cole wants?”

“He’s already got what he wanted,” you look up at him glaring.  You felt gross.  How did he even know what you and Cole were doing?  And even so, what did it even matter to him?  “I saw you.”

“Excuse me?” Your breathing picks up, and you have to look away from him.  Grabbing out a jar of honey from the pantry, anything to not look at him.

“You’re not trying to hide it,” you slam your hand down at the table, glaring at him.  “In front of the old barn, in the back by the crab apple trees, in the basement.  What would your parents think?  Or the church?”

“So, you’re a virgin?” He merely stares at you.  Never offering another word.  “So…according to the men in the congregation, men can have sex as freely as they want to.  But heaven forbid a woman falls in love with someone and chooses to have sex with a man.”

“You don’t love him.  He’s sick.  He’s…he’s not your dad,” he looks down at his plate, taking a slow bite of the biscuit and gravy, and you want to hit him.  Physically hurt him.

“Oh.  My.  God!  How long were you watching us?  Were you over by the side jacking off to us?  What is it Hal?  I’m sinning, but so are you.  You watched us long enough to hear…you’re the sick one.  It is my body, and I choose who I have sex with.”

“He’s going to break your heart.”

“Okay, and so what?  You’ve never broken someone’s heart?  You forget about Sally Anne, or Meredith.  Didn’t you have a pregnancy scare with Lacey?  Hal, I know your business, too.  You’ve had sex with at least three girls.  I’ve been with one man.  And it was what I wanted to do,” he rolls his eyes, and you slam your hand down on the table, getting in his face.  “He never made me.  And quit fucking watching us.”

“Oh, you spread your legs, and let some man bury his face in your cunt, and now you can walk around with a disgusting mouth,” you slap him across the face, and start towards the door, calling Loretta’s name.  

“And you’re just jealous that he knows what I taste like.  He’s also had his cock in my cunt, his fingers, his tongue, oh, and he’s bought me toys.  Does that make you feel better, you fucking asshole?  You want to call out my wrongdoings, but you don’t see how you watching us is wrong?  You’re a fucking joke, Hal Carter.  Keep subscribing to the church and Preacher Bill about how a woman should act.  And just how she needs to serve her man.  Maybe if you didn’t force women into submission they would freely do it.  Why don’t you ask Cole, I’m sure he’s got some pointers for you.  Don’t come into my house insulting what I do with my boyfriend.  He gets that part of me.  No one else,” you slam the door behind you, deciding you want to walk to the store just to work off some steam.  It was a good morning.

You never hated Hal until this day.  He was annoying usually, but never vile and spewed hatred at you.  It stressed you out to think while you were vulnerable, and felt amazing with Cole balls deep in you that someone was watching you.  And he was annoyed enough to think it was wrong.  What you felt for Cole wasn’t wrong.  It was beautiful.  It was safe.

You couldn’t even remember the last time you had sex with him outside.  Just how long had Hal been watching you?  How long had he been plotting that moment to tell you?  A morning where you had actually cooked breakfast for him, too.  Well, for Cole, but how do you cook a small country breakfast?  It couldn’t be done.  You give a small pat to Loretta’s head, as you open up the store.  

Cole would be here any moment, and you couldn’t decide if you wanted to tell him or not.  He would be pissed, and it would end in a fight.  That you were certain, and you didn’t hate Hal that much.  You had taken care of it when you slapped him.  You flick on all the lights, and sulk behind the counter.

“It was getting too hot for you, huh?” Loretta’s tongue lags out of her mouth as she rests her giant head on your lap.  “You don’t care, do you?  You love Cole.  Cole takes you places with us, and you get to stay in the tiny house.”

“It’s not that tiny,” your boyfriend walks through the door, and you nearly trip as you run towards him.  His thick hands wrap around you, and hold you tight to him, and you forget what had happened this morning.  You wanted to forget.  You just wanted to be with Cole right now.  “I think there’s plenty of room for all three of us, and an extra room should we have company.”

“Cole, what is that?” You point to a bag covering what appeared to be a box.  “Cole?”

“Just open it,” you pull at the drawstring, and stare up at him confused, “Luggage, Bee.”

“Why did you get me luggage?”

“Because I want you to go to Charleston with me,” your lips turn up in the biggest smile, and you jump in his arms.  “Mom said one of the girls can work here for a day or so.  It’s just going to be a long weekend, unless you want to stay longer.  But we’re getting away, I want to show you off to people who won’t burst our bubble.  I want to freely kiss you in front of people, and I want to spend every waking second of the day with you.  So will you go to Charleston with me?”

“Can we make it a week?  I’ll just close the store.”

“Bee, no.”

“It gets closed down every year for a week.  I need a vacation, too.”

“And,” he pulls out a treat for Loretta who grabs it from his hand immediately, “I got us a place that is dog friendly.  She can go, too.”

“Really?”

“Yes, Bee.  Wherever we go, Loretta Lynn has to go, too.”

“Cole!” You gasp as he carries the luggage, and you hold onto Loretta’s leash.  She was distracted, taking in all the sights, but mostly the smells.  Her nose lifts up in the air, trying to figure out where she was.  “Look, there’s bikes.  Can we ride around on them?”

“Of course, but let’s get everything inside, and I don’t know, take a nap, maybe?  That was a long drive.  Early morning.  And our Loretta needs to pee,” you look back at him, wanting to pout, our Loretta.  This was going to be the best week.  You didn’t care about missing the fair to be here.  This was better.  It was exciting getting to spend time with him.

You let Loretta do her business, and head into the house, smiling so big, when you let Loretta go sniff, and Cole comes up behind you with his arms around your waist, “Wait until you see the master bedroom,” he waddles you into there and the view is perfect.  “We got our own private area.  We’re going to have this curtain open the whole time.”

“Not while we sleep.  No, I have this fear of someone staring in the window, and I see their face,” he gives you a chuckle, kissing on your neck, “It’s not funny.”

“Fine, curtains closed at night.  During the day, I’m fucking you with the ocean view,” his hand starts to drift a bit lower, until he pulls it back up.  “We got to get the rest of the stuff in here.  We got a few snacks you brought, but we’re not cooking.”

“Isn’t that the purpose of a house?”

“The purpose of the house was for our own space.  Skinny dipping in the pool, seeing you sunbathe naked, walking around just naked the whole time,” you give a point over to Loretta, “She won’t mind.  And we don’t have to be always naked.  We gotta ride your bikes.  But still.  No cooking, we’re going out to eat.”

“Can we still get some sandwich meats, and cheese, and chips, and you know…stuff in case we get hungry.  You always want snacks after you’ve smoked,” giving you a nod, you run back out to the truck to finish getting everything.  “I’m ready for a nap.”

You were exhausted.  You never got up that early, and it was a long drive.  So exhausted, a two hour nap just wasn’t enough.  Cole had waited on the bed as much as he could.  Your nipple was poking out his shirt, and you were naked from the waist down.  Sprawled out in your sleep, legs were already spread.  It was like you wanted him to fuck you in your sleep.  

The two of you had briefly talked about it, and you coyly admitted you wouldn’t mind.  You were a heavy sleeper, and he needed to know just how heavy.  Spitting into his hand, he presses it against you, and you were already wet.  With a soft moan, your hips start grinding your sex over his hand, you were having a beautiful wet dream.  “Little minx,” he whispers, situating himself in between your legs.  He runs his tip through your folds, and your body starts rocking with him.

He needed to know what you were dreaming about, but the only thing he could think of now was pushing into your warmth.  He breaks through your entrance, and still you keep sleeping. He sets an achingly slow pace.  Watching your brows furrow with pleasure.  This was an intoxicating feeling.  It was like you were in fact made for him.  Your body perfectly receptive to him.  

Even your sweet little sleepy whimpers had him ready to bust a nut, right there.  He slams his hand on the head board, starting to thrust into you harder.  He figured you’d like a bit of a sexy wake-up call.  Your eyes start to flutter open as you become more vocal.  “Fuck, Bee,” he growls as he rolls his hips into you.

“Cole,” you whimper, barely looking up at him.  Your voice rings up at the ceiling, and he starts pushing into you faster.  “Daddy,” you say instead, and his motions become smoother.  Eyes closing again as you try to figure out where you were, but this felt good.  Waking up like this was the best.  

“Shit,” you felt too good like this.  Hadn’t even came before he was pulling out, and spurting hot cum on your mound.  Your greedy little hands gather some of his spunk, and bring it down to your core as you start to fuck yourself.  Continuing to move up to the mess on you, until it was all in and around your cunt.  “Go on, baby.  Come for daddy.  You look so pretty with your fingers and cunt covered in me.”

You continue to lazily finger yourself, but this was perfection to Cole.  Your pussy was meant to be a mess.  Your hips buck up, and your fingers start stabbing into yourself as you get closer, letting out a mewled, “Daddy,” as you let your high relax your body.  “I wanna wear you all day.”

“Fine,” Cole growls, reaching at the foot of the bed for your panties, and he pulls them up your legs.  You still hadn’t fully woken up as his hand taps over your covered pussy, “Wear me all day then.”

Cole was going to take this vacation as the opportunity to finally let you feel him in you.  He was aching at the prospect of watching himself drip out of you, but seeing your sleepy form shoving his cum in yourself, he knew just how desperate you were for it as well.  “Cole,” you whimper, getting to your knees, and shaking your ass at him.  He starts palming you, and you try to back up on him.

“You seriously are a greedy little thing aren’t you?”

“Mhmm.  I didn’t get to fully enjoy that.”

“Let’s ride your bicycles,” you growl at him, “What?”

“Can you just cum in me one time?”

“Later,” he casually smirks.  With a little growl, he smacks at your ass, “I said later.  Now behave.  Let’s get dressed and ride bikes.”

Fucking and eating.  That was the whole vacation.  That is all Cole wanted to do.  Fuck and eat.  He wanted you in the pool, the balcony, the beach, the hot tub, the shower, the bed, the couch, the counter, the floor, the upstairs, the pool table in the basement, he was determined to have you everywhere.  But what he was the most excited for was giving you what you had been aching for.  

He had your legs pinned to the bed on either side of your body.  Standing up in the floor in order to really fuck into you.  He struggled with what he wanted to look at; your pussy taking him so perfectly, or the mirror that shows how easily he commands you.  You pout up at him, and he goes even harder.

Snaking your hand down to palm your clit as your fingers rub beside his cock.  He had you drenched.  You were needy for him, and you wanted all of him, “Daddy?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I want you to cum in my pussy.”

“I know you do,” he pounds into you harder, basically bouncing you on the bed.  You didn’t think sex would ever feel this good.  He did the math.  It was very simple.  You were always so wet with him, so that made paying attention to your juices a bit harder.  But my god, the way you were biting your lip, and sobbing out daddy, his cock was aching.  It wanted to feel it just as much as you did.  Wanted it even more.  And he was giving you another first.  “Fuck!  You ready baby?  You ready for me to fill you up?”

“Yes!  Yes!  Yes!” You scream from your orgasm, but also from Cole’s words.  Your walls clench down tight.  Gripping him to where he couldn’t stop it.  Didn’t have time to pull out even if he wanted to.  His balls tighten as his cock shoots hot ribbons of his essence deep in your core.  Gasping for breath as your walls milk him clean.  

He stands transfixed inside of you, trembling, until your hands reach towards him, he whispers your name, “I love you so much.  You know that this isn’t just sex, right?”

“Yes,” you whimper, as you pull his hands up to your face, kissing on them.  “I love you, too.  The sex is just fun.  And this,” you point at your tummy, just where you felt Cole, “This feels amazing.”

He slowly pulls himself out of you, and he stares at your ruined cunt.  Moaning when he starts to see himself drip out of you, but that’s short lived when you cover yourself, “What are you doing?”

“I don’t want it to go.”

“Oh,” he smirks, leaning down to get to your face, his cock already starting to get hard, “Daddy’s little cumslut, huh?  You need my cum that bad?  Is your pretty little hole just my cum dump?” Pushing your hands away so he can watch this properly.  “If you want me to dump my cum in you that bad, you want to do it again?”

“Only if I can ride you.”

“Can we finally try the hot tub later?” He starts laughing when you pull him down on the bed, throwing a leg over him, and watching the rest of his seed drip down on his lower stomach.  “You like the way I feel in you?”

“Mhmm,” you breathlessly answer, setting yourself on his stomach.

“That’s not my dick,” you start to rock over him, letting his cum make an ever bigger mess.  “Bee, I’m not sure if you know what you’re doing, but my god…this is the hottest shit…but…can you just slip it in?”

“It feels good though.  I like when you’ve made a mess and I get to play with it.”

“You really are my cumslut.  Baby, if you fuck me, you’re going to get some more,” your eyes brighten up and you back your body up a bit more, “Yep…we’re going on vacations more often,” he sighs as you sink down over him.  “I’m going to have you stuffed full,” he hopes he calculated everything, but you were just as needy as he was.  You wanted everything, and he was giving it to you.  

Watching you with your hands pressed on his chest and you bounce over him, he was willing to give you every bit of him.  Ready to move you in his tiny home.  Tell you the real purpose of that extra room.  Have Loretta with the two of you always.  He actually was looking forward to your parents coming home.  He needed to talk to your dad.  Man to man, let him know that while he didn’t know Cole, that he was madly in love with his daughter.

It sounded crazy, but you were everything he had ever wanted and more.  Had visions of a life he didn’t think he wanted, but no if they included you, he wanted it all.  Wanted to keep you safe, and with him.  Wanted to travel around with you to different places every time.  Wanted you to get so excited about bicycles.  Loved seeing you wade in the ocean, and even saw you clearly with a baby on your hip, while he took pictures.  

“Cole,” you whimper, riding on top of him, while his hands smooth up your thighs, “Cole!  I’m going…I’m gonna…”

“Let go, sweet Bumblebee,” you look up at the ceiling as your walls convulse around him, he can’t imagine another day or moment without you in it.  You were his future.  You were everything to him.  All of it, and him, it was yours.  Come what may.

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Taste of a Sweeter Life

Kinkmas Day 7: Food Play

Relationship: contractor!Hal Carter x baker!fem reader (himbo and honey, NLLYL AU)

Words: ~900

Summary: Hal is sorry for being so clumsy.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, kinda rough sex, wet and messy, implied f receiving oral sex) established relationship, Hal is so cute, and big, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: HAL!!! The man is so soft for his girl and in general oh my god.

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The cake looked so beautiful. You couldn’t stop grinning at your work, it hadn’t taken nearly as long as you’d thought it would. All beautiful frosted towers and spun sugar and delicate little iced flowers and ugh, you were a genius. Not even for a special occasion, just a Saturday. It needed to go on your Instagram, you were going to have to be so careful moving it to the dining room so you could get the best light.

So, so careful. Tiptoeing and barely breathing and smiling to yourself when you almost made it through the foyer…

“Honey! The ducks are back!” Hal had the longest day and all he wanted was to see you and give you kisses and go feed the little ducks that came to your pond every year, then sit with you in his lap and play with you a little bit while you watched the sun go down through your big windows. “Where are you?”

“Hal…”

He didn’t like the yelp you let out when he opened the door, worried he’d gotten too excited and smacked you in the face with the reclaimed wood. It was hard not to get excited whenever he thought about seeing you, though, but he needed to remember to go a little slower and take stock of his surroundings.

“Baby? Are you okay?” Hal practically slammed the door closed and sucked in a harsh breath when he saw you standing there. “Oh no.”

“My cake.” The pout on your face was pathetic but absolutely adorable and cut with playfulness, your hands dropping to your sides with the now empty platter while you looked at the mess that was covering our torso. “I worked so hard.”

Hal felt bad, he felt so bad, honestly. He knew how much you loved your special projects. But you were standing there, wearing nothing but one of his old t-shirts, with your cake smeared all over your perfect tits and soaking through the thin fabric so he could see everything.

You looked delicious.

“I’m sorry.” His voice was low and husky while he stared at you, making your gaze snap to his and your head swim when you saw how dark his eyes were for you. “Honey, lemme fix it.”

“Wait, Hal!” You squealed when he scooped you up like it was nothing and hauled you into the dining room, making you drop the platter with a clang while you laughed delightedly as he mouthed at your neck. “Your clothes…”

“Shush, I can wash them.” He dropped you on the table and growled when you stretched and writhed underneath him, ripping his shirt off and undoing his jeans in a rush while he slid his hips between your thighs. “Gonna eat you up while I fuck you, honey.”

“O-okay.” Like you didn’t get wet as soon as he walked through the door, whining when he tore your panties off and thrust inside you without warning while he started dragging his tongue over your messy tits. “Fuck.”

Hal just hummed his agreement while he sucked the cake and frosting off your chest as he drove his hips against yours wildly, gripping your curves and biting you gently while your sweet little cunt clenched and gushed around him. He sucked your nipples greedily through the shirt until he could feel them stiffen and peak for him, nuzzling at your breasts before kissing his way back up to your face.

“That’s… ah shit, is that a new recipe?” Hal groaned when you licked some of the frosting off his face even as you wrapped your legs around his hips, breathing heavily and grabbing the edge of the table so he could grind into you nice and deep. “It tastes so good.”

“It’s, mmm…” you sucked on his bottom lip and moaned when he slammed his cock into that perfect, deep spot, sliding your hands along his cheeks then down his back while he rubbed his nose against yours. “Ginger pear.”

“Delicious.” His tongue slid between your lips, his breath leaving him in soft grunts every time his hips met yours while he felt you getting closer. “God, you’re fucking perfect.”

You didn’t get a chance to agree when he propped his knee on the table and hit you so deep you could feel him in your throat, your mouth dropping open with a loud whine as he dragged his tongue along the frosting on your jaw before sucking on your ear. Hal wound his arms around you and pressed you impossibly close when you came suddenly, growling when your pussy clenched around him so hard he couldn’t even move as you creamed all over him and your body shook. He could never last long when you came on his cock, biting your shoulder gently and giving slow, deep rolls of his hips while his dick throbbed and swelled and filled your tight little cunt to the brim.

“Hal, fuck.” You could hardly breathe even once you came down, panting heavily while he kept kissing and licking your neck and chest as your body sagged underneath his. “There’s cake everywhere, Jesus.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He gave you a soft peck on the lips and grinned crookedly while he stood up over you and leaned on his arms, pulling out slowly and groaning when you just lay there all splayed open for him. “I wonder what you taste like with frosting…”

[the-iceni-bitch]

💌📫 Of the ones you've written, what's your slowest slowburn? How slow is it?

Soooooooo I’m notoriously bad at slow burn because I want my babies to be together. I have a few in my No Love Like Your Love AU that have a semi slow burn thing:

Bucky and Beefcake was like 5k words before they did the deed.

Same with Nat and Peach.

Bear and Cubby not so much slow burn on them starting their relationship but I have several interlude chapters that go over their first few dates before they consummate things.

I’m also going to count Curtis and Flower mostly because it’s been so, so long since I started their story so for everyone waiting for their continuation it’s a super slow burn, lmao.

And same thing with Hal and his girl, whoops.

I know it was only supposed to be one but I got carried away as I tend to do.

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𝒩ℴ ℒℴ𝓋ℯ ℒ𝒾𝓀ℯ 𝒴ℴ𝓊𝓇 ℒℴ𝓋ℯ

Last Updated: 01/07/2023

AU Summary: All the wonderful, romantic, silly shenanigans of our favorite soft couples. This is a massive AU that covers so many of our favorite characters and is very much my baby. Might even end up giving peeks into the lives of all their kids if we end up falling in love with them too 😘

AU Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, angst, fluff, dom/sub dynamics occasionally, switches, bi partners, m/m and f/f

AU Branches:

𝑩𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒊𝒕𝒚

Boston Babies

𝑵𝒊𝒏𝒋𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑷𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒚 (Ransom Drysdale x fem!reader - the original OTP)

𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑪𝒖𝒃𝒃𝒚 (Ari Levinson and Jake Jensen, very near future)

𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 (contractor Curtis Everett and shy entrepreneur/brewer fem!reader, near future)

𝑯𝒊𝒎𝒃𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 (foreman!Hal Carter and baker fem!reader, near future)

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆 (pediatrician!Chris Beck x librarian fem!reader) (future)

𝑱𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒓 (Andy Barber x TJ Hammond with an age gap) (future)

𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑲𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 (lawyer!femdomme reader and bratty!model Johnny Storm, with an age gap)(future)

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑲𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑫𝒐𝒗𝒆 (divorce lawyer!Scott Huffman x nurse!fem reader) (near future)

[the-iceni-bitch]

The Missing Ingredient

Pairing: Hal Carter x baker!fem reader (NLLYL AU, himbo and honey)

Words: ~1.7k

Summary: Hal the sweetheart helps out Curtis’s flower with a delivery and meets someone new.

Warnings: explicit language, Hal is definitely a himbo but is adorable, he’s also 6’5”, so much fluff, cutest of meet cutes, no minors due to the AU

A/N: I warned y’all, I am feeling the fluff right now. And oh my god, does Hal scratch that itch. He is the softest, most sensitive of idiots and we must protect him at all costs 😭

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“Hal, you’re a lifesaver!” Hal couldn’t stop himself from grinning when Curtis’s flower came running down the porch stairs excitedly when he pulled up, catching her when she jumped to wrap her arms around his neck and pecking a kiss right on the top of her head. “Thank you so much for bringing these over so fast.”

“A’course, darlin’.” He set her down and grinned when Curtis came around the side of the house with an indulgent smile on his face, wiping off his hands with a cloth as he approached the two of them. “What kinda man would I be if I didn’t help you out just because that lug you’re with doesn’t know how to get his specs right?”

“I got the specs right, she just wanted to be able to house three additional hives.” Curtis pulled her away from Hal and beamed as he stared down at her, missing Hal’s eye roll when he pressed his lips to her forehead and lifted her off the ground while she let out a little squeak. “She’s surprisingly industrious.”

“Um, it’s not surprising at all. Remember when we had to rehouse the chickens? How fast did we knock that out?” It was like Hal wasn’t even there when she bit softly at the curve of Curtis’s cheek, at least until he cleared his throat and the two lovebirds gave a little jump. “Sorry, Hal. You sure you’re ok doing my delivery? I just wouldn’t feel right leaving my timber to do all this work by himself.”

“I’m sure, darlin’.” Hal followed her inside to start moving the crates of food out to his truck, lifting two palettes of fruit easily while Curtis got the dairy. “Just make sure this idiot actually watches what he’s doing and doesn’t get all moony eyed for you and accidentally saw off his own hand.”

“I’m the idiot?” Curtis scoffed after slamming the back of the truck bed closed, grinning at his friend when he just grumbled at him. “Didn’t you get spooked by a caterpillar last week?”

“Aww, that’s so precious!” Hal flipped Curtis off over her shoulder when she gave him a gentle pat on the cheek. “Those fuzzy ones can be very scary.”

“I hate you both.” Hal gave a soft huff when she pouted at him while Curtis just laughed. “You not as much, darlin’, probably forgive you by tomorrow, but your man’s an asshole.”

“We still love you, Hal.” She waved at him as he started up his truck, turning and frowning at Curtis once he started to drive away. “Why do you have to be so mean to him? He’s adorable.”

“He is adorable, he’s also kind of a himbo.” Curtis shook his head when she scowled at him. “Trust me baby, I love the man, but at some point he’s gonna do something that’ll have you fed up.”

Hal hummed softly to himself as he drove into downtown Boston, tapping his finger on the steering wheel and smiling when he pulled up in front of the bakery. Sweet Cheeks was a cute name. He grabbed the chilled crates and propped them on his shoulders before making his way to the front door, pushing it open with his hip and moaning a little at the scent that greeted him.

“Hello?” Hal didn’t see anyone at the counter, still breathing deep of the sweet smelling air as he looked around. “Delivery!”

“Hi!” If Hal hadn’t had such a good grip on the crates he would have dropped them when he jumped at you popping up from behind the counter with a big grin on your face, the streak of flour across your cheek making you look so goddamn homey he couldn’t help but grin back at you. “Hank, right?”

“It’s Hal.” This time he did almost drop the crates when he tried to reach to shake your hand, giving you a bashful look when you let out a charming laugh that made him blush a little bit. “Sorry, just…habit. Where do you want everything?”

“The fridge is in the back, did you park out front?” You peeked over your shoulder at him as you led him back to the kitchen. “Is my loading zone sign down? I have a little lot back here.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize that sign was for here.” He should have, it had little cupcakes on it. “That makes sense.”

“That’s ok, it doesn’t seem like it’s too much trouble for you anyway. You’re not even sweating.” Your grin grew even wider when he turned an absolutely adorable shade of pink as you watched him shrug his shoulders after setting the crates down in front of the fridge. “Cmere, try this.”

“What…mmph.” Hal’s eyes widened when you stepped close suddenly and shoved a spatula full of icing into his mouth, your eyes intent on his face and your free hand resting in the crook of his elbow and making him feel even more warm. “Oh, that’s…hmm, that’s nice.”

“Yeah? Not too lemony?” You swiped a tiny bit of icing off his bottom lip with your thumb and popped it into your mouth with a small hum and oh god did he like that, he liked that a lot. “I want to make sure it balances out the rosemary and lavender in the scones well.”

“Scones?” Your hand was still on his arm when he stepped a little closer to you, licking the remnants of the icing off his lips as he stared at your mouth.

“Um, yeah.” Maybe you should have been a little more scared that 6’5” of solid muscle was looking at you like he was going to eat you alive, but something about this guy was giving you good vibes, so you just felt a little faint. “Do you like scones?”

“I do like scones.” Hal realized how close he was to you and got a hold of himself, clearing his throat and stepping back on his heels while he rubbed the back of his neck. “Love scones.”

“Really? ‘Cause I’ve got a whole bunch of new ones I’m trying out for the summer.” You gave this sweet little laugh when he gave you a sheepish grin, stepping close to him when he tried to back up again because now you were excited to talk about all your ideas. “Blackberry thyme, strawberry basil, pineapple coconut, ooh, and orange cardamom cream, those are my favorite.”

“Those all sound amazing.” He wanted to build you a gazebo with a swing in it and watch the sunset with you, it was weird as fuck, but you were so sweet and cute and his normal game of just getting handsy right off the bat didn’t seem like the right call.

“Ok, let me just ice some of these real quick and you can be my taste tester.” You didn't even register his soft groan when you bent over right in front of him to pull the scones off the cooling rack, handing him the bowl of icing and pulling him close to you with that lovely grin he couldn’t help but return. “You’re a good helper.”

“Thank you.” He just stared at you with what he was sure was a dopey look on his face as you iced the scones, sighing softly every time your shoulder brushed against his arm and fighting the urge to smell your hair. “I’m usually no good in the kitchen, at least on my own.”

“You don’t cook, Hal?” Every time you said his name his chest fluttered a little bit.

“No, forgot about the oven once and almost burned my house down.” He shrugged and frowned at himself for making such an embarrassing admission to you right away, this is why he didn’t like talking to girls. “Didn’t seem like a good idea after that.”

“Well, I almost took out my entire apartment complex when I was learning to flambé, sometimes you just have to jump back on that horse.” You grinned at him before shaking your head a bit like you were scolding yourself. “I mean, if you want to. Opting not to cook after something like that is totally valid. I just don’t like the thought of you never having a home cooked meal.”

“Oh.” You were so nice, you hadn’t even laughed at how dumb he had been to almost burn his own house down. God, he liked you. “I have them sometimes. Curtis’s little flower always has leftovers for me when I go there for dinner.”

“Good, here, eat this.” You watched him closely when you handed him a finished scone, beaming when he moaned and gave you a thumbs up after taking a bite. “But now that I know you’re not getting good stuff on the regular, you’re definitely my taste tester. Are you working the site a couple blocks down?”

“Yeah?” Hal grabbed another scone while his mouth was still full from the first one, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to stop him, he was enjoying your food so much.

“Great, I open at six, so you’re going to stop by every morning before your shift to try the scone of the day and make sure it’s up to snuff, ok?” You shook your head at him when he tried to protest with his mouth still full of scone, his cheeks stuffed full like some kind of sexy chipmunk as he struggled to swallow and you just tweaked his nose and giggled at him. “You need a good breakfast, and I get too in my head about recipes, I need an objective third party to try everything out.”

“Ok.” He didn’t know how objective he was going to be, he was pretty sure he was already partially in love with you after eating your food. “I’m paying for coffee, though.”

“Acceptable.” You beamed at him and followed when he went to get the rest of the crates out of his truck after grabbing another scone. “It’s a date.”

[the-iceni-bitch]

ℋ𝒾𝓂𝒷ℴ 𝒶𝓃𝒹 ℋℴ𝓃ℯ𝓎: 𝒩ℴ ℒℴ𝓋ℯ ℒ𝒾𝓀ℯ 𝒴ℴ𝓊𝓇 ℒℴ𝓋ℯ

Last Updated: 01/30/2022

Pairing: Hal Carter x baker!fem reader

Series Summary: You’re the sweetest thing Hal’s ever laid eyes on, and he doesn’t know how to handle it.

Series Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, so much fluff, NO MINORS 🔞

Full Fics:

The Missing Ingredient

HCs, Drabbles, and other Randomness:

Hal doesn’t like honey’s best friend

First time teaser

Hal’s a little possessive of honey’s orgasms