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novelbear · 4 months

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happy little holiday scenarios for your otp 🎄

prompt list by @novelbear

late night drives to see all the christmas lights in the neighborhood

"do we want sugar cookies or chocolate chip?"

lifting one up so that they can place the decorations up on the wall

christmas movie date nights.

"ho ho holy shit you look good." lmao im so sorry

their first date being at a tree lighting celebration

jokingly going up to the santas at the mall and embarrassing the other one

one not knowing how to wrap a gift and the other just laughing at them out of endearment

^ but of course they help them out + walk them through it <3

sharing a warm kiss during the first snow of the season

"you know you didn't have to get me anything.."

putting a gingerbread house together

^ think about it: one is trying to hold the walls up and the other one walks over and gently places their own hands over theirs to help and :((

meeting each other's family for the first time over the holidays

"oh don't be such a scrooge" "i knew you were going to say that."

sweetly singing christmas songs to one another

when it's cold outside so they hold hands together inside someone's coat pocket.

"there is tinsel. everywhere." [laughing] "i think you got more of it on yourself than the tree"

holiday shopping dates!

sharing a candy cane <3

bickering over which christmas movie is superior

#otp prompts #writing prompts #imagine your otp #otp writing #writeblr #prompt list #otp #romance prompts #fluff prompts #christmas prompts #seasonal prompts #winter prompts #holiday prompts #dialogue prompts #cute prompts #request

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scealaiscoite · 10 months

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vacation prompts: otp edition ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐚 ꒱

-ˏˋ. dialogue ˊˎ-

— “you have a whole suitcase full of your own clothes, and you still insist on wearing mine?”

— “hey, you slept on my shoulder for the entire flight! it’s only fair that you let me sleep on you for a little now.”

— “come on, you’ve seen me in this a million times - there’s no reason to start staring at me now.”

— “if i find out you wanted to come here just to get me in swimwear for a week, i’ll never let you forget it.”

— “i’m game for a night of room service and subtitled tv if you are.”

— “i’m not sure what the point was in us booking a king bed if you’re going to insist on laying directly on top of me every night.”

— “it’s our last night here. we’re going dancing, whether you like it or not.”

— “next year, we’re roadtripping. or staying in, or literally anything else in the world.”

-ˏˋ. actions / scenarios ˊˎ-

— discarding the plans they’d made in favour of staying in bed together all day

— being especially protective of their s/o in their new surroundings

— surprising their partner with a date night they’d planned without their knowledge

— admiring their partner whilst they sunbathe

— one of them being fluent in the language of the country they’re in, and the other surprising them by having learned it too

— treating their s/o to something they’ve had their eye on for the whole trip

— the grumpier of the two being the one to propose the funnest activities

— becoming more outwardly affectionate with one another, given no-one knows them here

#i’m off on my holiday next week so prepare to be sick of vacation content lmao #prompts #vacation prompts #holiday prompts #otp prompts #imagine your otp #otp writing #otp meme #prompt list #writing prompts #writing exercise #fluff prompts #dialogue prompts #rp meme #soft prompts #fluff writing prompts #vacation rp meme

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promptsh20 · 4 months

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@promptsh20 brings you:

“All I want for Christmas, is you.” A first Christmas as a couple prompt list.

Smelling candles together and attempting to guess the name of the scents.

Hunting for matching pyjamas and then organizing a mini photoshoot in them.

Grocery shopping for their first holiday dinner together and getting the basics, but also things they both enjoy as well, that’s different or unique to them.

Fogging up windows together and creating temporary art on the glass.

Constructing a gingerbread house together, where one builds while the other decorates.

Belting out holiday songs together hand in hand during car rides.

“Are you cold?” “A little bit but I’ll be okay.” “Come here, let’s get you all warmed up.”

Bingeing holiday movies together snuggled up inside.

One being extremely sensitive to the cold and the other running warm like a furnace. Naturally, this means frequent cuddles.

Visiting each other’s families during holidays, feeling both excited and nervous but above all happy. Both of them just looking forward to being surrounded by others that love their partner as much as they do.

Helping each other out with holiday decorations, then admiring their hard work before enjoying a well deserved nap together.

Watching the snow fall outside the window while tangled up in each other.

“Look, it’s a mistletoe. I guess you have to kiss me.” “As if I need another reason, your already as cute as it is.”

Doing a little count down before lighting the tree or house for the first time.

Attending a holiday play or concert together and one is just blown away and other unable to remember most of what happened, finding their partner’s expression more entertaining than anything on stage.

Making hot chocolate together and discovering if their partner spoils it, with marshmallows, whipped cream and candy cane or if they prefer nothing at all.

The relief and joy their filled with after finding the perfect gift for one another, just hoping the other loves it.

One teaching the other how to skate and trying not to laugh at the iron grip the other has on them.

Window shopping together and pitching gift ideas to each other for the other’s friends and family.

Baking holiday cookies together and sharing sweet moments of intimacy together.

One placing their freezing cold fingers on the other’s neck having the other flinch in surprise. This leads to innocent wrestling that can lead to something not so innocent.

“I’ve decided we’re not leaving this bed.” “Okay but, what if I get hungry?” “Well, I’d feed you, then take you back to bed with me. Does that sound alright?”

One slipping on ice and other’s heart dropping. It’s only when they laugh or see that their okay, the other’s heart picks back up again.

Hosting or attending holiday parties and enjoying the festivities together.

Trying a ton of holiday themed drinks and treats together and rating them.

Dressing up by the door together before going outside to enjoy the snow.

Buying ugly holiday sweaters for each other and losing it when people stare at the other in it because their so awful. It’s so bad but amazing all at once.

Building a snowman together and going through the process of naming it, assigning it a personality and clothing it.

Going for winter walks together and sharing a kiss during the snowfall or under a streetlight.

Lots of joggers and sweaters being worn around and both of them just enjoying seeing the other in them.

“I love that I get to spend the holidays with you.”

Staying up late to wrap presents together for each other’s friends and family. paired with great conversation and even better company, it doesn’t take long to finish.

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bumblebirds-menagerie · 8 months

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Vacation OTP Prompts

sleeping on each other during an 8 hour layover

alternatively, sleeping on each other in the backseat of a road trip

getting lost on a country road and stopping for an impromptu picnic

A is a grumpy person, but B forces them to take pictures in those face-in-hole boards

riding stand up paddle boards for the first time and hilariously falling off

finding a coconut and taking an hour to open it because they have no knife and don't know what they're doing

A forgets to pack pyjamas, B lets them wear some of their clothes but is not prepared for how cute they look in them

being excited over seeing something mundane because they don't have it in their country (me w/ squirrels when I went to america)

or, being totally terrified by something that's actually not harmful at all

A is scared of planes, so B holds their hand for the 10 hour flight, not letting go once

A has been recovering from something pretty bad, but they've been smiling, eating, and trying new experiences - stuff they couldn't have done before. B spends the vacation just grinning proudly, so happy to see A enjoying life again

riding a luge together and screaming all the way down

agonising about which souvenir magnet will look best on their fridge

running around a foreign city at midnight because screw it, why not

a very large bird lands on B's head while they're taking a selfie together, the selfie turns out as A with a beautiful smile and B with a look of absolute horror

trying to take a 'kissing as the waves break' picture but the wave knocks them both over

A is not a hiking person but agrees to go on one with B (because B is their long-time crush), ends up almost passing out, confession ensues

#writing prompts #imagine your otp #otp scenarios #imagine your ocs #imagine your characters #writing prompt #otp prompt #otp prompts #writeblr #idk how to turn off the dot points help #vacation #vacation otp prompts #holiday

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cubur · 1 year

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Happy New Year！🎄✨

Here is my last art for 2022… Well, I have a lot to say for this year but sometimes silence says everything better than thousands of meaningless words… So just, I'm happy i was able to finish a piece before the year is over. Also happy that i can still draw what i love… Happy to be still here！Happy that you're still here with me！Endless thanks to everyone who continues to support (even though my accounts has been mostly quiet this year)！Wishing you all a safe holiday season and best wishes for the new coming year 🙏❣️

#narusasu #naruto #sasuke #Naruto Uzumaki #Sasuke Uchiha #sns #he knows he messed up x)#last piece of the year #lights #cat #Happy holidays!#my otp #my art

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stu-and-murdy · 3 months

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This one’s a solo project and posted a bit late (unless you’re a Christmas Crazy like me and it doesn’t matter WHAT time of year) — Happy Holidays and Happy New Year! (12D3Noods)

Use the music for in-scene ambiance!

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youneedsomeprompts · 1 year

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Christmas/Winter holiday prompts - masterlist

Feel free to use and reblog!

~ Warm hearts ~ Christmas activity prompts

~ Snowy days ~ another Christmas prompt list - two-word prompts

~ Under the mistletoe ~ Christmas prompts

~ Visiting for the holidays ~ Christmas prompts

~ Fights over a gift ~ dialogue prompts

~ Love hurts ~ sad Christmas prompts

~ Fun in the snow ~ fluffy Christmas prompts

~ It's Christmas time ~ holiday event prompts

~ First Christmas as a couple ~ prompts

~ Holidays together? ~ rivals-to-lovers prompts

10 ice skating prompts

10 winter couple holidays prompts

~ Hanukkah ~ prompts

#christmas prompts #winter holiday prompts #hanukkah prompts #hannukah prompts #writing prompts #prompt lists #prompt list #winter prompts #writing inspiration #writing ideas #writers on tumblr #writeblr #otp prompts #otp #prompts

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ducklooney · 4 months

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Although I love Topolino comics (Italian comics) which have great art styles, I'm still sad that other comics like the Dutch ones are pushed aside, because those comics also have a good style, like this one in this photo.

I don't know the author of this work unfortunately, but it shows Donald Duck and Daisy Duck with their nephews (Huey, Dewey and Louie) and their nieces (April, May and June) celebrating Christmas and how the children got presents. The real Duck family! To all who celebrate, I wish you a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

Also, be sure to like and reblog this with a random photo otherwise 2024 gonna be the unluckiest year of your life.

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novelbear · 1 year

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shot by cupid’s arrow? - some valentine’s day scenarios for your otp

spending all day watching cute craft ideas online

having a rom-com marathon in the livingroom

trying (and failing) to make heart-shaped adaptations of any food

meeting up and realizing that they both hold very different opinions on the holiday (maybe one brings tons of gifts while the other has a simple-store-bought card)

“babe, i love you, i do, but if i eat one more piece of chocolate i think i’m going to throw up.”

coincidentally making (surprise) reservations for each other at the same restaurant at the same time

“i thought you’d at least ask me to be your valentine…” “we’ve been together for three years, i thought that was a given.”

neither of the two caring much for valentine’s day, but being dragged out for a double date with friends (and they end up having a great time)

one is sick for valentine’s day, so the other makes a cute care basket and stay-at-home date plans

“how much did all of this cost you…” “does that really matter?”

A’s friends all judge their gift for B, as it may not be the most ideal gift to give to someone, but of course, B loves it (and A seems to enjoy rubbing their reaction in their friend’s faces)

taking flower arranging classes to make the best-quality bouquet for their lover.

pottery date, making their own homemade gifts for the other

spending their night walking through the city together

“i know you’ve been wanting it for a while, so i thought this was the perfect time to go get it for you.”

“oh! glitter….yay!”

“shut up, you bought the bear a matching sweater.” “i did.”

“i used to hate this holiday, you know?” “you remind me every year, honey.”

“i can’t wait for next year.”

#otp prompts #writing prompts #imagine your otp #otp writing #prompt list #romance prompts #writeblr #otp #fluff prompts #dialogue prompts #angst prompts #valentines day prompts #holiday prompts #seasonal prompts

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bobfloydsbabe · 4 months

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let it snow | rhett abbott x oc

a linger fic

SUMMARY: After an overnight snowstorm, Rhett and Lou are stuck in her cabin. Unsure where they stand with each other, losing electricity might force them to finally define the relationship.

WARNINGS: smut, oral (m receiving), aftercare, fluff. strictly 18+/minors dni.

WORD COUNT: 3.6k

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A/N: written for @lewmagoo's christmas celebration where i instantly jumped in to snatch the song let it snow for our favorite cowboy. this is my first time writing a bj, so please don't judge me too harshly. i had no idea what i was doing.

“Rhett?”

At the sound of his name, he drops the curtain and lets it fall back into place. Turning around, he finds Lou sitting up in bed. She’s rubbing sleep out of her eyes while stifling a yawn, and with her dark hair falling in messy waves around her face, Rhett thinks she’s never looked more beautiful.

“Thought you’d be gone by now,” she says, hands dropping into her lap. Her voice is still rough from sleep, and their activities the night before are probably not helping either.

“I was about to,” he tells her, crossing to her bed in long strides.

Her dark brows furrow, creating a cute divot in the middle that always makes him smile. Right now is no exception.

“But?”

“But,” he says, placing his knee on the mattress and leans in close, feeling Lou’s hot breath on his face. “My truck’s buried under at least a foot of snow, so you’re stuck with me.”

“We’re snowed in?”

The giddiness in her voice is obvious, childlike wonder rolling off her in waves as Rhett nods. She grabs his face, pulling his lips to hers, but not without knocking Rhett off balance, making him fall on top of Lou.

He wraps his arms around her naked back, the skin hot under his cold fingertips. He feels her grin into the kiss and suddenly wishes he wasn’t wearing his clothes. Getting lost in Lou is dangerously easy, more so now that he doesn’t have anywhere else to be.

Denver interrupts the moment, jumping up on the bed and joining in the excitement. Rhett pulls away from Lou and gets whacked in the face by a tail, making Lou laugh.

“Denny,” Lou squeals when he licks her face. Hearing her laugh and seeing her play with her dog sends warmth through Rhett’s chest. Some deep down part of him knows what it is, but naming it feels fragile and breakable. Like it would burst their comfortable bubble, but he’s not prepared for this to end.

“I thought he wasn’t allowed on the bed,” Rhett says with a grin, as he stands and strips off his jeans and t-shirt.

Denver faces Rhett, taking unsteady steps on the mattress and sniffs his now bare chest. He lets him. Denver has never shown any aggression or dislike for Rhett, but he knows the dog is distrustful of other people, especially men.

“He’s not,” Lou answers, eyes raking over every inch of his skin. He feels hot all over under her gaze. “But cowboys are.”

He smirks, knows it’s a smug sort of look. “Are they now?”

“Mhmm,” she hums. Sensing the change in mood, Denver jumps off the bed and trots over to the sofa.

Stripping out of his boxers, he climbs back in bed with Lou, kisses her lips, then down her throat. He gives in to the sweet taste of her and dozes off afterward, sweaty and with the smell of her hair tickling his nostrils.

When he wakes next, he’s alone. The place where Lou is supposed to sleep is empty and cold, and while he doesn’t see her, he can hear her voice.

“Yes, that is Rhett Abbott’s truck in my drive.”

He smiles to himself.

“I’m surprised you can tell,” Lou says into the phone she has pressed against her ear when she rounds the corner from the kitchen. “It almost blends in.”

She’s smiling at him when she notices his open eyes and mouths good morning at him. “Oh, shut up, Carrie, he does not.”

She turns back to the kitchen, Denver following closely behind. The cabin is bathed in bright white light from the open curtains and the stark snow from outside. Lou’s dressed in pajama pants and an oversized hoodie that looks suspiciously like the dark blue one he lost several weeks back.

Sitting up, he swings his legs over the side of the bed and pulls on his boxers. The cabin floor is cold under his feet, but he walks across it anyway, and wraps his arms around Lou’s middle from behind.

He feels her leaning into him as she finishes her conversation with Mrs. Taylor.

“Okay, that’s enough. Goodbye, Carrie.”

She drops the phone on the counter and Rhett places a kiss on the exposed part of her neck. “You good?” he mumbles against her skin.

“Yeah,” she says and turns in his arms. The darkness of her eyes will never not be shocking to him–they look like bottomless lakes hiding a long forgotten secret. “Mrs. Taylor’s just teasing me about you.”

“Me?” he asks, still surprised that Mrs. Taylor even knows his name.

Lou grins and wraps her arms around his neck. “Yes you, cowboy,” she says and raises to her tiptoes to kiss his lips.

He takes a step, forcing Lou back against the counter, and runs his tongue along the seam of her lips. She opens for him without hesitation as her nails scrape along his scalp. He could get used to this, kissing her senseless in the kitchen in no rush to be anywhere else.

Lou ends his daydream by pulling away. He only chases her lips for a second, hooked on the taste of her.

“Get dressed,” she instructs him, shoving against his chest gently. “Denver needs to go out and we need to bring firewood in to dry.”

Denver loses his mind as they get dressed. He leaps across the floor, tail wagging wildly, and panting like he’s just run a marathon. The bond between Lou and her dog is incredible, so in tune with each other that they hardly even notice Rhett coming up to them to pull on his worn boots.

“You’re gonna freeze to death,” Lou says as he puts on his coat that miraculously made it on the peg as opposed to the middle of the floor, where it usually ends up when he comes to the cabin.

He shrugs, leaning down to peck her lips. “I’ll live,” he mutters, giving her a second kiss. “Don’t have to worry about me, darlin’.”

Lou makes a vaguely disgruntled noise, but doesn’t argue with him further. It’s sweet that she cares, makes his stomach do somersaults and his cheeks feel warm.

Outside, Denver dives headfirst into the mountains of snow. The white parts of his fur blends in while the black stands in contrast. He looks like he’s having the time of his life as he trots alongside them, and Rhett’s almost certain the dog is smiling.

“Don’t you have plenty of firewood inside?” He asks when they arrive at the piles stacked against the back of the cabin.

Lou takes a crate and starts putting logs of wood into it, her breathing coming out like a fine mist while she works. Rhett wants to help, but he feels like he might just be in the way, so he hangs back.

“Apparently the frost is causing power outages right now, so there’s a chance it could hit us too. The backup generator has seen better days, so this is just in case.”

Denver bops his nose against Rhett’s leg, looking at him expectantly. He reaches down and scratches him behind the ear, making him elicit satisfied noises.

“He likes you,” Lou says and takes a step closer.

Standing back to his full height, he wraps an arm around Lou’s shoulder and pulls her to his side. He presses a kiss to her temple. “Can’t imagine why.”

“Alright, cowboy, you get the crate and let’s go back inside.”

“You bossing me around now?”

Grinning, she trudges through the snow back to the front door. Rhett shakes his head, but hauls the crate back to the door without protest.

They lose power around 2 pm.

One minute they’re watching a movie, some holiday house swap romcom Lou insisted he had to watch, and the next the cabin’s dark and quiet.

“How long does it take for the backup generator to kick in?” he asks, and presses a kiss on the top of Lou’s head.

“I’m not sure,” she says, sitting upright and reaching for her phone on the coffee table. A notification pops up on the screen and Rhett reads it with her, frowning.

“We better get a fire going.”

He’s not much help, just hands her the logs and the matches under the watchful eye of Denver, who stands next to him with his eyes trained on Lou.

Afterward she rummages through several drawers looking for candles, and answers a phone call from Carrie Taylor, probably to give an update on the backup generator.

“I brought in wood this morning,” Lou tells her.

Rhett listens to their conversation. All he heard from his family today was when Royal called to shout about where the hell he was, and how behind they would be on ranch chores now that he wasn’t there. It’s moments like those that make it hard not to envy Lou’s relationship with the Taylors. They care about her, check in on her and make sure she’s alright, and the Taylor boys adore her like a big sister.

It’s bad news. The generator isn’t kicking in and needs to be replaced sooner than later, so they’re stuck without power for the foreseeable future.

“Carrie said we’re welcome at the main house,” Lou says while she lights candles on various surfaces. “We’d have to make our way through the snow somehow and they don’t have power either, but they’re more stocked up on groceries and blankets than I am.”

“Do you wanna go?”

She contemplates for a moment, that crinkle between her brows appearing. “No,” she says finally and wraps her arms around his waist. “At least not yet.”

“Okay,” he mutters and kisses her hair, enjoying the scent of her lavender shampoo. He excuses himself to go to the bathroom and looks at himself in the mirror while washing his hands. He still looks the same. His brown hair is messy and in need of a trim, blue eyes, and a hint of stubble along his jaw. He looks taller, though, like he doesn’t have the weight of the world on his shoulders.

He dries his hands, opens the door, and leans against the doorframe, watching Lou get settled on the couch. She’s surrounded by candles, bathed in the glow from the fireplace, and she’s running a hand over Denver’s fur while he snuggles into her.

Rhett can’t help but smile at the view, a longing he can’t quite describe settling deep inside his chest. It’s unfamiliar, but not entirely uncomfortable.

Lou opens a book, but closes it again when she realizes she can’t see the words clearly. Hearing Rhett’s footsteps behind her, she throws a quick glance over her shoulder. “Were you okay in there? I should have given you a candle.”

Smiling, he holds out his hand to her. Lou looks up at him, eyes confused, and that divot between her brows looks deeper than usual.

“Dance with me?”

She grins and warmth spreads through his chest. “You dance?” she asks, but lets him pull her to her feet, anyway. The book that was on her lap hits the floor with a thud.

“Not really,” he admits, placing his hand on her lower back. “But I can sway.”

“Swaying works,” she says and rests her head on his chest, cheek pressed against the place where his heart thunders.

They move like that for what feels like ages, only illuminated by fire and candlelight. Denver naps on the couch, unbothered by the cold and relative darkness. Rhett is scared shitless of how natural this feels. Not just being with Lou in those stolen nighttime rendezvous moments, but like this, living with her.

“Rhett?”

He hums in response.

“What are we doing?”

He frowns. “Dancing,” he replies, squeezing the hand of hers he’s holding. “I thought that was obvious.”

She lifts her head from his chest and looks up at him with those unnervingly dark eyes. “No, I mean, what are we doing, like, together? Are we dating? Friends who have occasional but really good sex or just people who have sex because we’re lonely and need a warm body to get lost in?”

He’s so surprised by her question that he stops moving. How can she not know? He hasn’t said it, but thinks it’s obvious that he feels something for her.

He takes a deep breath, mentally preparing to put his heart on the line. “This is real to me,” he tells her seriously. “This is not just physical, even though that part is great. Lou, I used my niece as an excuse to ask you to come see me at the rodeo.”

“You did?” She’s smiling now, and Rhett feels like his heart has grown to ten times its normal size.

He nods. “Kinda. She wanted to see you again, but so did I.”

She chuckles, but there’s a wetness in the sound that makes him realize she has tears running down her cheeks. In his defense, it’s hard to see in the firelight.

Reaching down, he wipes the tears away. “I’m yours, Lou Kinney. If you’ll have me.”

She rises to her feet, cradling his face between her hands and kisses him. Deep and real.

It occurs to him that this is what comfort feels like. He’s not just a warm body, not just a good time. Lou likes him, wants him. All of him, even the messy parts and the things he can’t change, and he feels her pour that knowledge into him as they kiss.

Placing his hands on her waist, he pushes her back towards the bed, and she stumbles with him. She laughs and licks into his mouth until the back of her knees hit the bed and she falls on her back.

He stands at the foot of the bed, watching her lie there. Dark hair fanned out like a halo around her face. Expectant and excited smile on her face, and that double chin that appears from this angle is still one of the things he likes most about her.

He crawls on the bed and hovers over her, watching as she bites her lip, driving him wild. “Do you know what you do to me?”

She smirks, hands roaming over his neck and chest. Leaning up, she captures his mouth in a breathtaking kiss that makes him drop on top of her.

She giggles into his mouth, one of the sweetest sounds he’s ever known. “I can feel it,” she breathes against his lips. Her hand travels down his chest, down his abdomen, and he can’t help the hiss that escapes his throat when she presses her palm against his hardening cock. “Ready for round three, cowboy?”

He pants into her mouth as she rubs her hand against his clothed cock. “Thought it was round two,” he mutters through strangled breaths while his hips start grinding against Lou’s hand of their own volition.

“I’m counting last night,” she tells him and flips them over so he’s on his back. He whines at the loss of contact with his cock, but he’s amazed at Lou’s strength.

She places open-mouthed kisses to his cheek, his throat, pulls at his t-shirt to expose his collarbone. His hands rest lightly on her hips, never pushing her or demanding more.

Her mouth is fire on his skin, and the part of him that longs to decide how this goes is awfully quiet. He’s surrendering to Lou’s touch and doesn’t hate it.

She moves further down his body, pushing the bottom of his t-shirt up, exposing his skin to the cold air, and she kisses the ridges of his abdomen. He’s powerless, lost in the knowledge of where this is going and loving every second.

Reaching for his jeans, she undoes the button and pulls the zip down. He’s panting and so desperate for her hands on his cock again that his hips jerk at just the slightest brush through the fabric of his boxers.

“Someone’s sensitive,” she hums with a breathy chuckle against his pubic bone.

He groans, pulling at his own hair to avoid pushing Lou too far. He wants her hands and mouth on him, wants her to suck his soul from him and thank her for choosing him afterward.

He groans again. “You’re killing me, darlin’.”

She looks up at him, dark eyes hooded with lust and mischief. “Take off your pants then,” she commands. “Let me put you out of your misery.”

He doesn’t have to be told twice. Sitting up, he rids himself of his jeans and boxers in record time, but doesn’t lie back immediately. Instead, he reaches for Lou, kisses her lips, and pulls the hoodie over her head, sending it to the floor in the pile with his own clothes.

She pushes at his chest until he’s laying on his back, eyes concentrated on the ceiling. Lou kisses his exposed skin, scrapes her teeth across his hip bone and smoothes it over with her hot tongue.

He’s rock hard, and desperate to be touched. For her hands, her mouth, literally anything to satisfy him somehow. Her palms are hot on his exposed thighs and his breath hitches every time they get close to where he wants her the most.

He’s on the verge of begging her to touch him when her mouth closes around the tip of his cock. Letting out a strangled moan, he grips the comforter and gets lost in the feeling of Lou’s tongue flattening against the underside of him. Her hand holds on to the base, the parts she can’t reach with her mouth, and Rhett swears he’s in heaven when she starts bobbing her head.

His moans fill the air and babbling sounds that are supposed to be words fill the air. He’s pretty sure he’s never gotten head like this before. He likes to guide the women who suck him off, but Lou knows him and knows what he likes, and he can’t find it in himself to be embarrassed about letting her lead.

She pulls off him with a loud pop, making Rhett almost whine at the loss of her mouth, but she just grins and leans up to kiss him. He can taste his own pre-cum on her tongue.

“Scoot up a little, cowboy,” she says, her voice deep and sultry. She’s a little out of breath and he can just about make out saliva in the corners of her mouth. The sight is mesmerizing.

He does as he’s told, leaning his back against the headboard, and Lou crawls up the bed with him. Kisses his lips once before returning her attention to his cock. The red and swollen head is covered in an obscene amount of pre-cum, and he’d be embarrassed if Lou didn’t lap it up like it’s her last meal.

“Fuuuck…” he mutters and fists the comforter when she takes him back into her mouth and hollows out her cheeks. “That’s it, darlin’, so good for me.”

She reaches for his hand and places it into her hair, then looks up at him and gives him an encouraging nod. She knows he wants to feel her head moving under his palm as she brings him to the edge. He’s so in love with her that he takes back some of that control he gave up so willingly.

“So good,” he mumbles, followed by a strained groan as he tries to hold on just a little longer. She’s gripping the base of his cock tighter, letting him move her head up and down on him, and he’s fascinated with the sight. “Doing so good, baby. Fuck, I’m so close.”

He pushes her head a little too hard, making her gag and splutter. He tries to stop, but she holds his hand in place. Their eyes meet and she gives him a nod, encouraging him to keep going. So he does.

His thighs tremble as her tongue flattens against the vein on the underside of his cock, and he’s right there on the edge. “Shit, baby, if you keep going I’m gonna cum.”

She doesn’t stop, determined to get him off with just her mouth, and he’s in awe of her as she works him to the edge. Then he’s spilling over into her mouth with a drawn-out moan, and she swallows as much of his cum as she can.

“Oh my god,” he mumbles and throws an arm over his eyes. His whole body still vibrates with the aftershocks of his orgasm, all his limbs completely drained of energy.

Lou gets off the bed and goes to the bathroom. He can hear her rummaging around, the faucet turning on and off, and she comes back holding a damp washcloth. “Here,” she says when she reaches the bed. “You need to clean up.”

She sits on the edge, watching him hiss at the touch to his sensitive cock, and accepts the washcloth once he’s done. He’s never been with anyone who makes a point of cleaning him after sex, but Lou always has, and he likes that about her.

After throwing the cloth in the wash, they climb under the covers, and Rhett takes Lou into her arms. She rests her head on his chest and breathes him in.

“Can’t believe I’m your girlfriend now,” she says, stifling a yawn.

Rhett smiles to himself, pulling Lou just a little closer. “I like the sound of that.”

“Me too.”

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