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[your-local-asexual-loser]

omgg another Hunter Hayes fan on tumblr? I swear there's only like two of us on here lol 😭 anyways uhh what's your favorite song of his? :)

My favorite is so cliché but it's Wanted. It was the first mv of his I'd ever watched and 12 year old me was absolutely smitten. Yours?

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is it me does it gotta be me that brings this up bc not a single person in the comments said a thing about it and I JUST WANNA TALK FOR A SEC

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Dear God by Hunter Hayes

[lightwithinallbeing]

I think everyone should stop sleeping on Hunter Hayes. This man deserves some good a$s appreciation. He’s been working so hard.. like.. all the time, and I don’t think he gets the spotlight he deserve. ~ sad Hayniac

[simplyshelbs16xoxo]

me? A Hunter Hayes fan? Nahhhh 😂😂

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[paigewinchester67]

Mr. & Mrs. Mustang

“I got it! She’s in the driveway!” Hunter bursts through the door with car keys in his hand, panting like a puppy who just ran around the yard eighty seven times in a row.   Your entire body was tingling with excitement the minute the words left his lips. “Seriously? That was fast, are you sure you didn’t get ripped off? Paperwork should’ve taken longer than that babe.” You say, but you’re equally as excited. You and your husband had always had a taste for Ford Mustangs; it’s what broke the ice on your first date. You’d made a comment about a gorgeous 1964 cherry red Mustang that passed by the restaurant y’all we’re at that night. His jaw had dropped immediately and he looked at you like he wanted to forget that it was a first date and make you his right on the table you were sitting at. Love at first mustang sighting. And this was the first one y’all have bought together since you were married a year ago. “Who freaking cares, Paige? You know I’m not going to sign us into some horrible contract, I’m better than money than you are!!” he teased, “now come on; let’s take her for a ride.” He’s halfway out the door already.. “You’re right, let me get my jacket.” You grab your go-to leather jacket and are passing the doorframe when you realize he keeps saying ‘she/her.’   “She…?” you ask him, raising and eyebrow… “Yes! This is the manliest car I’ve ever owned, so it’s a she!” he huffs out, “Her name is Shelby and you have absolutely no say in the matter.” Should I be jealous, you wondered as you both walk out the front door. The sight you’re met with is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. You’re both in to antique cars more than newer cheap-made models, so sitting before you is a beautiful, fully restored 1964 and a half electric blue Ford Mustang with an all-black, leather interior. She’s beautiful, you think to yourself. Not even caring about the ‘she’ thing any longer. He opens your door for you and you slide in the most comfortable bench seat you’ve ever been on. Bench seats, you think, that could come in handy on dates...You’re brought back to your senses by the sound of the engine and Hunter letting out a small moan. HE FREAKING MOANED. “Down boy!” you say and swat his knee. “I’m the only woman who’s allowed to earn sounds like that from you,” you tease. “Oh, Shuddup,” he smirks. “Just wait until you drive her.” He pulls out of our driveway and turns down the block into town. The engine hums as you go along and it’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever heard…aside from Hunter’s moans. A few minutes into the ride you realize he’s driving out of city limits, “I’m surprised you’re not driving faster in this thing..” you think out loud. You’ve always had a lead foot and right now it’s itching to push the Mustang to full speed ASAP. “There are laws, P,” you loved in when he used his nickname for you. A few minutes later, as soon as you hit the edge of city limits, he floors it. No warning what so ever. “BALLS,” you yell, as the jerk of the stick shift changing threw you forward. Your hands land on the dash and the seatbelt is not doing a thing to help you stay in place – the only drawback to vintage cars… “You could warn a girl!” “Sorry,” he smirks back. That freaking panty-dropping smirk, your ultimate weakness. He’s got something more planned; you can feel it in his demeanor.   You’re in the car for about an hour and a half before he finally stops on some abandoned dirt road you’ve never been on before, surrounded by nothing but trees and mountains, and all of Tennessee’s beauty. You’d lost track of the time during the drive, watching Hunter in his element – he had the radio on your favorite classic rock station, singing the entire time. You got lost in the way the muscles in his shoulders and arms were tightening and releasing under his excitement, his tight black tshirt wasn’t doing much good to conceal anything. He was sexy as hell, you’d always thought so, but like this.. with his lips curled back into a half-smirk, half-snarl the entire ride and his body tight with excitement. He was driving you crazy. He’d even had his hand on your exposed thigh just below where your shorts cut off; Hunter had great hands – calloused from years of playing guitar and a thousand other instruments, yet still soft enough to give you goosebumps when he wanted to tease you. “We’re here,” Hunter says as he pulls the car over off the road. As soon as he cuts the engine he’s getting out of the car and coming around to collect you and the cooler full of beer and a picnic that you didn’t realize was there. “Come on,” he whispers in your ear from behind you, his body pressed flush to your backside and free hand on your hip. He didn’t stop pulling you by the hand until you were fairly deep into a wooded area, surrounded by nothing but beauty and nature. Before you could protest, Hunter had laid out a wool-knit blanket big enough for the both of you and pulled you down beside him. He got busy getting out all the food while you cracked open a beer for the both of you, handing one to your husband and taking a long swig off your own. You discussed the ins and outs of the car loan for a minute before digging into your food, Hunter had packed your favorite picnic food – berries of all sorts, lunchmeat sandwiches with the works, original baked lays and of course, ice cold beer. Finally after finishing your mini feast, you took to lying down and watching the sunset with your head on your husband’s chest. Hunter’s arm was draped lazily around you for hours, running his calloused fingers up and down your arm and shoulder, painting invisible designs. You both were quiet for what seemed like hours, the sun had already started setting and you were pretty sure Hunter was asleep when his hand glided up to tangle in your hair, pulling your face up into a long and passionate kiss. “Well, hello,” you whispered when he finally pulled away. His blue eyes piercing your hazel ones, he looked up at you like you were his entire world and kissed you again, softer this time. You stayed that way for a while – rolled half on him from waist up, kissing slow and lazy. “Huuunterr,” you half-moaned as you pulled back for air. His hands braced your hips and pulled you over until your thighs were straddling his hips, you could feel where this was going to go. You leaned down and continued kissing for a bit until you began to ground your hips down into Hunter’s, he pulled away from your lips, gasping in surprise. You loved what you could do to him with the simplest of movements. A switch flipped in Hunter’s mind and suddenly he was in full-frontal attack mode, in one swift motion, he flipped you to your back and was now on top of you in almost the same manor you were on him. Partly lying, part straddling you, he ground his hips to yours as he started kissing down your neck and down into where your tank top hung from your chest.  His hands then started sliding up from your waist under your tanktop, massaging as he went. “Ahh- Hunt, please,” you whispered. Crap, he was distracting. “Hmm?” He hummed in response, not interrupting his work on your neck and chest. “Baby, not here, not on the ground please,” you tried to adjust yourself under his weight, “it’s not very comfortable and you’re heavy.” He leaned up and gave you a mock-hurt face at your comment; although you knew he liked it when you seemed impressed by his size. Your husband was short compared to most guys, but still a good few inches taller than you. Besides that, he was stalky built with muscled arms and shoulders, fairly defined abs and a strong stature that says he’s strong enough to protect you if needed; in your mind he was perfect and that’s all that mattered. Sometimes you couldn’t get over how much you loved the man before you. With a smile he got up and brushed off, offering a hand to help you up. You both gathered the remains of your picnic and took it to the trunk of the mustang, packing everything out of the way. You reach for the handle of Shelby’s backseat when Hunter snaps the door shut from behind you, a strong hand on your arm turns you to face him as he presses you up against the cool metal of the mustang. Hunter kissed you hard, passionate and slow; his hands sliding down from your waist to your outer thighs in the process. Like you weighed nothing, he picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist. To your surprise, instead of getting inside, he carried you around to the front of the car, setting you down on the hood carefully. “Really? Here?” you giggled. He was in a bold mood apparently, turned on by his wife and the pride of his new toy.   Hunter leaned over you with both hands planted on the cold metal on earlier sides of you, “Yes, here. There’s no one around and I know you have a kink for sex in semi-public places…naughty girl,” he whispered the last two words in your ear, his voice much huskier than usual.  “Ahh ohhh..” you moaned. Things got serious then. Hunter pulled back from you to crawl up the car over you after kicking his shoes off and removing his shirt. Doing the same with yours as he went. Left half undressed, you sit up for a moment as Hunter reaches around you to unhook your bra and let it slide down your arms - watching every inch of exposed skin as he goes. You're not very busty, but Hunter has always seemed happy with your body. He's always complementing you, saying how sexy or beautiful you are, especially during intimate moments like these. Almost on cue, his mouth hangs open a little and he mutters, "perfect girl," so low you almost wonder if he actually meant for you to hear. His mouth closed around your collar bone and sucks a mark into your skin that you're sure you won't be able to hide tomorrow. You hum in appreciation and let your hands snake up into his short blonde hair, as he massages your chest just enough to make your heart flutter. Kissing his way down your stomach, he stops just above your waistband to suck another love spot onto your skin before pulling your shorts and underwear down. You lift your hips to help, leaving yourself completely exposed to your loving husband. It's his turn now, as your hands find their way to his belt and fly and your mouth finds its way to his chest. When his jeans are finally off, you don't give him a seconds notice before palming and rubbing his growing cock through his boxers. Heavy and thick against your hand, he starts to grind involuntary at the pleasure. Hunter bits down on your shoulder as if to tell you to get on with it, so you hook your thumbs in his boxers and push them down, giving that adorable booty a squeeze on the way - making him blush a little. Both naked now, Hunter apparently had enough because he's taking control - pushing your legs apart and rubbing his fingers against you at a punishing pace. You practically fall apart on the spot, too much build up has made you overly sensitive. His guitarist fingers are unforgiving and he doesn't ease up, watching your face intently until he slides two thick fingers inside you, sending you over the edge. "That's my girl," he whispers, low and husky into your ear. You love how gravely his voice gets when he's turned on, as if that voice could be any sexier. With no time to recover he's rubbing the head of his cock through your folds and then pushing himself all the way inside of you. Both of your mouths hang open at the sensation, but he remains unmoving until you adjust to his size. Wrapping your hand in the hair at the nape of his neck, and hooking your legs around him once more, you kiss him passionately, giving him the all clear. His head falls to your shoulder as he begins a steady yet building pace. Meanwhile you kiss, lick and suck along his jaw..his neck...his ear... until you're sucking his earlobe into your mouth - something you know drives him insane. As his pace quickens, you begin to match his thrusts and your work on his neck fades to breathy moans of his name in his ear... a never ending string of, "ohhhunthunterpleaseohgoshyesloveyousomuchbabe..." "I love you too P," he groans into your shoulder right before he noticeably picks up the pace with his hips, letting go of you to brace himself on his forearms beside your head. You love it when he does this, something about having your strong man hovering over you, blanketing you with his entire body as he makes love to you could make you climax on the spot. Shortly thereafter you do; your high washes over you as your thrusts against Hunter's hips stutter. "Huuunnttter, oh, ohh babe," you slur into his ear. "HuntHunterHunter.." "You keep- saying- sa-saying my name like that- baby, oh baby girl- I won't last much longer.." he manages between breaths and thrusts. You can tell he's close. "Oh, Hunt- baby, ohhh-" your mouth falls open into an 'O' as he pushes you toward your second high. Just a few more thrusts and he's climaxing along with your second, moaning "love you, oh so good baby, FUCK" as the final waves of his high wash over him, filling you completely. You smirk, knowing that when Hunter lets a cuss word slip, it was damn good. You married a fairly modest man. You were both virgins until you were married and both so shy and modest that sex became even more intimate for the two of you..you could let your little kinks and naughty thoughts show and finally get what you wanted without becoming something you're not. Hunter pulled out slowly, the both of you groaning at the over sensitivity. He laid next to you on the the hood of your new mustang and pulls you over to lay your head on his chest for a moment..."That was incredible, I love you so much baby, you know that right?" "Yeah, Hunt. I do, I love you too. More than anything," you say, kissing his chest sweetly. You can almost hear him brake into a wide smile, your own smile soon creeping across your lips. Just a few minutes pass before you begin to get cold in the damp night air - and lets be honest, you're getting self conscious as well. "Baby, let's get in the car I'm cold.." You both slide off the hood and wiggle some clothes back on, gathering the items you don't have the energy to reapply. "Your turn to drive, love," Hunter says lazily as he passes you the keys. You can tell he's too sheepish to drive, he's always absolutely useless after sex... you assume it's a guy thing and turn on the engine. This time you're the one groaning at the sound of Shelby's engine purring back at you. It takes you a while to actually put her in drive and make it home, just cuddling in the warm heat of the front seat for a while before coming home. You and Hunter say goodnight to your new toy as you walk in the house; you're both simply infatuated with that car. Hunter pulls you into the bathroom for a shower, you massage each other's shoulders and backs before washing up and getting out. Not bothering to put much on, you both crawl into bed in your underwear - you in boy-shorts and a sports bra, Hunter in his boxers. Content and satisfied, you fall asleep in your husbands arms, "I love you's" whispered into each other's ears as you drift off Yeah, I don't care about the finances, you think, that car is worth whatever it takes.

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