17 and Stewart!! I can picture that one with him perfectly!
get cute with meet-ugly blurbs - requests closed!
17: “we make contact before trying to steal the last seat on the subway/bus/train and I end up in your lap and fuck you, I’m going to stay here because I’ve had a really long day and this seat was mine”
Note: I am very well aware that this isn't the best thing...
SEATBELT
Your vision line was impaired for a brief moment, but you could still feel his eyes on you; the way you were watched closely, your every move waited upon and calculated as if you were a puzzle that he was trying to solve. Your observations were just as canny, if not more, as you took a moment to take in your surroundings within an enclosed cabin of the subway to San Fransisco.
The afternoon commute was busier than usual - passengers taking up every minuscule inch of occupancy, bodies feeding into the claustrophobia of limited seating. It was amazing how a sea of people from every platform could filter into such a small space so easily. Fresh air was non-existent and it caused your heart to thump and brows to furrow in distress. The knuckles of your right hand were screaming in pain from clutching the hanging strap too tight, and every bump the cabin passed caused your stature to falter and your footing to become unbalanced.
Your time at work was bad enough as it was, but standing and waiting for a seat overtook every stressful event of your day with ease. Your eyes fluttered around for a vacant spot, but were met again with the large brown gaze that hid behind glass frames - the first time you saw them, your cheeks grew flushed, until you realised their motive. The owner, a man with matching annoyance clutching at every facial feature, was making sure that you didn't get the first seat before him.
Smug bastard.
It was as if he could read your mind; his body stiffening, ready to pounce despite how his shoulder ached with a heavy bag that slung deeply. His day, too, was challenging - trying to meet quotas on a mind-blank of ideas wasn't something he often faced, yet it had been his daily norm for nearly a week. He desired to sit, to rest his legs and to take that relieving deep breath that was much warranted when the evening came. Nobody else in your peripherals was awake enough for a battle of comfort, which made this fight fit best for the quickest and most cunning.
The next stop was approaching and people began to stand as they awaited their further commute home. Your surroundings shifted, bodies repositioning as they slid around you like Tetris - confined tensions forcing your eyes closed as you drew a deep breath. You loved your job, truly, but the hour commute to and from was less than ideal. You were forced in between strangers and moments away from your throat closing with nervous energy before the train finally began slowing its pace, and you released relieving exhale of panicked breath in time with the opening of your carriage doors.
Congestion was imminent, however, your brief layover finally allowed carriage breathing room - and the possibility of the much-awaited available spot. As people began to vacate, you spotted a free seat and it was as if your heart sang in solace with laser-eyed focus and feet ready to lunge. You held on to your bag tightly as you pressed forward, small pleasantries slipping past your lips as you dodged other passengers.
You could feel the soft seating before you even sat down, you were dreaming of it for the past thirty minutes - but the plushness of the seat wasn't what you expected when you realised that the man with the glasses and observant eyes was where you managed to place yourself. Your own eyes widened in shock, voice unable to emit after you glanced down to his cocky smirk.
With a small growl, your brows furrowed at him, "No, no! This is my seat, go somewhere else."
"Sorry sweetheart, I was here first." His voice was mocking, a daring tone that effortlessly portrayed just how much he didn't care. To further affirm his unwillingness to move, the stranger's body sunk snugly against the padded bench with a loud and restful sigh. His competitiveness continued to shine through with a cocky quirk of his lips, "I'm not giving this up."
Fire burned in your eyes, an anger brewing that started much earlier in your day. You were exhausted and irritated, and games were far from what you were prepared to face at this moment. A pout prompted your lips to purse and brows to drop, and for a second you felt like a four-year-old standing their ground during a tantrum.
"Well, I'm not, either."
The man just nodded, quick to ignore your presence as he pulled his phone from his jacket pocket and began immersing himself in the small screen. You couldn't decide what was more awkward - the fact that he wasn't acknowledging your place on his lap or the way that you were sitting to the curve of his knees in absolute unsteadiness. One rickety bump and you'd find yourself on the floor.
Fate wasn't on your side; a running gag that life decided to throw at you once again today, in the form of the old train rocking and your legs sliding away from the glasses-wearing stranger. You expected the embarrassment of numerous eyes watching you collide with the cabin floor, but it never came as arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you backwards.
It took a second for you to realise that the outside of your thigh was snug against the stranger's stomach, his hands now flat over your side and against the bottom curve of your ribs as he held you close to him. He was your human seatbelt, holding you back and keeping you safe. It provoked warmth to shoot through your veins, to awaken the butterflies in your stomach and to colour the rosiness in your cheeks. It felt nice, despite the fact that he was a stranger with a stupid smug smile and filled with utter cockiness.
"Woah, nearly lost you there." He mumbled, a softness peeking through. It was easy to follow the caramel swirl of his eyes as they gazed over your face for any sort of discomfort, but you both seemed in the clear, and his shoulders dropped in relief. They looked down for a brief second before he smiled again, "Us googlers gotta stick together, you know."
Your head tilted to the side, every ounce of your focus now directed only toward him, "What?"
"Your lanyard." Hesitantly, he pulled a hand away from your side and tugged at the multicoloured fabric dangling from your neck, a plastic key card with a four-month-old photo of you sitting to the side. When he saw you following his touch, he hastily found his own within his zipped-up jumper and dangled it between you both. "Got a matching one. We're practically family."
Black letters caught your eyes first, the name of the man filling in another puzzle piece as you said it aloud, "Stuart Twombly, software development."
"That's me." He replied, a wink dropping behind his glasses and hold absentmindedly tightening as another small bump disrupted the cabin. Everything was coming together for you; no wonder he seemed full of himself, a handful of people you know from that department certainly have a big head and a matching ego. Your mind awoke from your thoughts when you felt your lanyard tugging again. Stuart hummed, "Y/N L/N, accounting. Interesting."
"How so?" You said quickly, offence already settling in your voice.
"You just got to be really smart to be an accountant for one of the biggest companies in the world."
Your head shook as your body readjusted yourself on his lap, "I'm not an accountant... yet. It's just a paid internship. But I'm sure you don't want to hear about any of that - "
"An internship?" Stuart's eyes lit up, his smile genuine as the corners of his lips lifted, "I know a thing or two about internships, try me."
When you leave your computer open at work someone is bound to snoop, and when they see what you’ve been looking at? Well that’s something interesting to say the least.
SERIES INCLUDES; Stuart being a dorkus, Stuart being overprotective af, boning. I’m really shit at describing things.
author’s note: happy stu week everyone! this is for mine and @sarcasticallystilinski‘s stuart twombly week! hope you enjoy this smut as much as i enjoyed writing it! the usual special than you to my #HERCPAL @thelittlestkitsune for helping me out with a few things! also, sorry if there is any errors, it’s past midnight and i’m barely keeping my eyes open right now.
pairing: stuart twombly / reader
masterlist
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The first thing Y/N saw when she walked into the room was the living room that had come along with the big house Stuart had rented for their honeymoon, much to his wife’s surprise. The room had a large white couch right in the middle, a coffee table parallel of it, and some living room chairs on the sides. The newly married woman smiled softly as she looked around the dimly lit room, she set her heels on the floor by the door, her feet sore from being in heels for twelve hours. She could see that the house got bigger the more she ventured into it. A big kitchen was located to her left, an island in the middle with lots of counter space. On her right was a door that she assumed would be their bedroom for the three weeks they would be there.
A pair of arms wrapped around her waist after the sound of their suitcases being set on the hardwood floor was heard from behind her. “What do you think?” The voice of her husband whispered into her ear, his raspy voice sending a shiver down her spine.
“I think,” She turned in his arms and faced the man with thick black framed glasses, her hands rubbing up and down his chest. “I love it.” Stuart grinned widely and leaned down, capturing her lips with his as he put his hands on her waist. Y/N pulled away from the kiss and looked up at him. “Although, I also think it’s really expensive, Stuart. You really didn’t have to go to all this trouble. I would’ve been just as happy staying at home with you.”
Stuart shook his head and kissed her nose causing her face to slightly scrunch up. “I know, but you’re my wife now. You deserve the best, I wanted to do this for you.”
“How can I ever repay you?” She smirked, already knowing what his answer would be. His hands trailed over the curve of her ass, setting on the back of her thighs. He lifted her up, her silky legs wrapping around his waist, her hands on his shoulders. Y/N giggled against her husband’s lips as he carried her through the house, seemingly already knowing where he was going.
“I can think of a few ways.” Stuart mumbled as he pushed the patio door open. She looked around, realizing where they were. The pool in the center of the patio was illuminated by the lights underneath the water. He set her feet back on the ground and watched her walk over to the pool. Suddenly, a sinful idea popped into her head and she had to bite back her smile. Her hands pushed her hair to her shoulder and away from the zipper located at the back of her dress. She could feel Stuart watching her every move as she pulled the zipper down, revealing her bare back because a bra just didn’t go with the dress she’d put on before their flight to Costa Rica.
The dress was completely unzipped as she pulled the straps off her shoulders and let the fabric fall to the floor around her feet. Her body bare except the black thong she was wearing. She glanced at Stuart, not at all surprised to see his jaw practically on the floor and a bulge in his dress pants. She walked towards the steps that led into the pool and walked down them, her tits bouncing slightly with each step she took. Within seconds, she was fully submerged in the cool, refreshing water.
Her eyes trailed over every inch of the man in front of her, waiting to see what his move would be. “Are you coming in, baby?” She smirked up at him, her voice seductive.
Stuart moaned, looking up at the sky to silently thank the unseen force gave him Y/N. He unbuttoned his dress shirt and shrugged it off his shoulders before toeing off his shoes. He pushed his pants and boxers down his waist, stepping out of them, and jumped into the pool, swimming over to his wife. Her back was turned to him and he pulled her into his body, his cock hard against her ass. His soft lips started placing kisses on her heated skin, her head falling back against his shoulder. His lips went to her exposed neck, sucking harshly, the soft moans of his name not helping his throbbing cock in the slightest. Stuart’s fingers hooked in the waistband of her thong and pulled it down her legs, letting them drop to the bottom of the pool. He thrusted his fingers into her warm pussy, a breathy moan falling from her lips. He growled lowly upon feeling just how soaked she was.
“You’re so wet, baby.” His nose nudged against the shell of her ear, his tongue peeking out to lick her skin. “And I know it’s not from the pool, is it?”
Y/N whimpered and grabbed his free hand, setting it on her breast. He rolled her hardened nipple between his calloused fingers. “No, Stuart. It’s all because of you.”
She focused on Stuart’s skilled fingers, the way they filled her up and reached places she could never reach on her own. He somehow managed to be the only man who knew how to touch her the right way, push over the edge the right way. His lips continued grazing the shell of her as he did what Y/N called, ‘sweet talk with a hint of sin’. His thumb circled her clit slowly, teasing her like he always did. He pumped his fingers into her at the same slow pace he was doing on her clit. She brought her hand to the back of his head, pulling at his hair as she felt the warm coil in her stomach that she knew was going to snap soon. Her mouth fell open after his pace picked up, showing no mercy as he fucked his fingers into her while he rubbed her clit aggressively. She let out the beautiful sounds he loved to hear come from her, his heart swelled at the thought that those were the sounds he’d be hearing for the rest of his life.
Her fingers wrapped around the hand that had been tugging at her nipples. He could feel that she was on the edge by how she continued to clench around his fingers. Stuart smirked, pulling his fingers from her cunt and taking his hand away from her breast, a plan forming in his head. Her body screamed at the lack of touch.
Y/N turned toward him, her chest heaving up and down as she tried to catch her breath. “What the fuck, Stuart? I was so close!” Her fingers played in the patch of hair on his chest as she pouted. He cupped her jaw, his lips planting kisses on her shoulder.
“Not yet, princess. You cum when I say so.” Y/N rubbed her thighs together, needing some friction to quell the release her body yearned for. “Am I understood?” He growled, his hands on her back.
Putting her lips next to his ear, she mumbled, “Yes, daddy.” Stuart snapped and lifted her up, her legs wrapping around her waist as their lips crashed and he slammed her against the wall. He licked into her mouth, exploring every nook and cranny he’d memorized over the time they’d been together.
“You don’t know what you just did.” He mumbled.
“I think I have an idea.” She moaned as his cock hardened against her core. Y/N couldn’t begin to explain how much she loved when Stuart was like this. She loved when he was rough and demanding, giving her four back to back orgasms, only to wake up a few hours later and continue their night.
“Bedroom?” He asked between kisses. Y/N panted as she nodded. Stuart carried her out of the pool, their clothes completely forgotten about out on the patio. They continued sharing heated kisses, their touches hot and eager. The entrance to their room was fortunately, accessible through the patio. When they walked into the room, Stuart pushed his wife onto the bed, crawling over her body. He tugged her bottom lip between his teeth, the lust filled eyes behind the thick framed glasses looking deep into hers. She let out a loud moan when he started to grind his pulsing erection against her bare pussy.
“Is it going to be like this all night?” She sighed while Stuart licked the valley of her breasts, nipping at the skin underneath them.
Stuart groaned when her nails dug into his shoulders. “Like what, princess?”
“The teasing. Are you going to tease me all night?” She arched into his mouth as he took one of her hard nipples into his mouth. He hummed a ‘yes’ against her skin. “Great.” She mumbled sarcastically. One of the things Stuart liked about her was her sarcasm and it only got worse now that she was with him, but we wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Solo esperas por lo que te hago, nena.”
“Just you wait for what I do to you, baby.”
Y/N shivered at his words, her arousal dripping down her thigh. As much as she was turned on by the discovery he spoke Spanish, she was also surprised. She looked down to see that Stuart was smirking at her because he knew just how it affected her. “Since when do you speak Spanish?”
“I picked up a few phrases for the trip and then some just for you.” He kissed her lips.
“I am so in love with you.” She whispered and pushed him onto the bed so she was on top. This time, she was the one leaving kisses down his neck, his strong chest and slightly defined abs until she got to the patch of hair around his belly button. His cock was against his stomach and it looked painfully hard. “¿Qué quieres que te haga?”
“What do you want me to do to you?”
Y/N grinned when she saw his cock twitch at her words. Stuart sat against the headboard, watching her begin to pump him slowly. “I want you to suck my cock.” He told her. Y/N hummed and rubbed her finger over the head, spreading the pre-cum that was coming from the slit. She kept her eyes on his as she leaned forward and licked up the vein on the underside of his cock. Stuart groaned softly watching her kitten lick his tip before sucking at it slowly.
“Come on, princess, I know you can do more than that.” He encouraged her. “I don't like being teased.”
“Mm, sorry, babe. I like teasing.” She shrugged, biting her lip seductively as she shamelessly trailed her eyes over his body all while continuing to pump him slowly.
Stuart threw his head head back against the headboard. “Fuck, you're so sexy. I'm so glad I married you.”
She brought his tip back to her mouth, sucking slowly as she did earlier. Her tongue swirled around him, collecting every drop of pre-cum she could, desperate for the salty taste she loved so much. Taking him in her mouth more and more, she'd pull him out as she inched down, her teeth grazing over him and making him shudder. His fingers scrunched up the white comforter on the bed, hips rising off the bed because he was eager to start tapping the back of her throat. Y/N moaned around him, sending the vibrations through his body so she could build up his orgasm.
He brought his large hand to the back of her head and started guiding her bobbing at a faster pace, fucking her mouth. Y/N moaned around him, the vibrations of her moan pushing him closer to the edge. Her hand came down to roll his balls in her palm, only fueling his need to reach his high. Stuart wasn't a virgin before Y/N, he'd had sex a few times, but he'd never been with a girl at all like his wife. Whereas most girls weren't always experienced or even decent in the blowjob department, she was the other way around. She knew how to knock Stuart off his feet, making him come harder than he knew he could. Her innocent exterior threw him off at first, but once they'd gotten together for the first time, he knew that there was no going back.
His cock twitched in her mouth as she continued to moan around him, knowing the sounds made him think sinfully. Stuart’s hips bucked up again, shoving himself further into her throat. “I'm gonna cum.” He murmured, a guttural groan coming from his throat when she licked at the vein on his cock once again.
“Come on, baby.” She said. “I want you to cum in my mouth. Give me what I want, Stewie.” Her words were his undoing. Stuart’s eyes squeezed shut, his mouth parted in an ‘o’ shape as he let out silent moans. Hot spurts of cum rushed down her throat, releasing the built up pleasure where she wanted him to. His body trembled slightly as he rode out his high. Y/N pulled her mouth off of him, kissing above his bellybutton and crawling up his body. She grinded her bare pussy against his leg, the wet spot of arousal on his skin.
Stuart opened his eyes and smiled lazily at the woman he loved. “You are an amazing woman.” He told her.
She smiled bashfully, her cheeks heating up at his compliment. “I know.” She shrugged. She leaned down and kissed her husband, the taste of his release still on her lips as they shared their passionate kiss.
“I want to try something.” His shaky fingers pushed a strand of wavy hair behind her ear. Her lips were still slightly pursed as he pulled away, she expected the kiss to last longer.
Her eyebrows furrowed and she tilted her head to the side, dancing her fingers across his chest. “What do you want to try?”
His lust filled whiskey eyes briefly looked into hers. “How do you feel about riding my face?” He cocked a brow, running his hands up her naked thighs.
Y/N sucked in a breath at the thought. She'd never rode his face before, but it was something she dreamed of doing with him. She never asked because she didn't know if he would be comfortable with it, now that it was clear he wanted to, she jumped at the opportunity. “Oh god, yes.”
“Great! Now get up here, baby.” He smirked and laid back on the bed completely, watching her to shuffle up his body, her core right above his face. He mumbled a small ‘fuck’ as he saw the arousal drip down her thighs. “I love that I'm able to do this do you. Make you so wet to the point you're dripping.”
“Well you're the only one who can do it.” She moaned when he blew cold air onto her soaked pussy. Stuart's arms wrapped around her thighs, quickly pulling her lower half down to his mouth. His tongue immediately working through her folds, collecting every drop of her that he could. Y/N’s head rolled back as her her hands gripped the headboard to keep herself stable. Her knuckles turned white at the grip she had on the wooden frame while Stuart began sucking her clit into his mouth.
Stuart kept his eyes on the woman above him. The new angle driving him crazy. His vision was fogged up, the moisture between her thighs clouding up his glasses. He plunged his fingers into her entrance, a scream ripping from her throat. She felt his smirk against her thigh, her right hand going to his messy brown hair, her fingernails scratching at his scalp.
She moaned, rocking her hips against his face. “Y-You know, I've always wanted to r-ride your face.” She stuttered, her chest heaving up and down.
“Oh yeah?” He pulled his mouth from her cunt, thrusting his fingers in and out, curling up to rub her g-spot.
Y/N hummed in response. “When you're at work and I'm at home, oh god.” She panted, her grip on his locks tighter than before. Stuart moaned at the tugging. “I get myself off to the thought of riding your face.”
The man beneath her growled at her breathy words. “I swear you get sexier every time you talk like that.” He went back to her clit, sucking aggressively. Her hips jolting with each suck on the bundle of nerves. His fingers rubbed her g-spot repeatedly, not showing any mercy. Whines escaped her parted lips as her stomach tightened and her orgasm approached her. Her toes curled, her knuckles tightened on the headboard.
“Stuart, I-I’m there.” Her body burned as he pulled away and stopped all movements. She fell onto the bed beside him, her eyebrows furrowed in anger. “Are you fucking kidding me? You got to cum, why can't I?”
Stuart smirked, his mouth shining with her arousal. “Be patient, baby.” He kissed her briefly, her taste still on his lips. “Don't touch yourself.” He got off the bed, walking out of the room, with Y/N still on the bed, her body aching for a release. She squirmed on the bed and tried not to bring her hands down to her pussy and get herself off.
He walked back in with a box, covered in blue wrapping paper. Stuart smiled as he got on the bed and handed her the box. “Should I be scared?” Y/N asked, looking to Stuart.
“No. Just open it.” She did as said and tore the colored paper off the box and looked at the gift, giggling when she saw what it was. A box of thirty six condoms. “Are you serious right now?”
“Well, I figure a lot of our time will be spent in the bedroom, I wanted us to be prepared.” He smiled, kissing her shoulder, rubbing the sensitive skin of her thighs as she opened the box and pulled out a condom.
Stuart crawled on top of her, his hard cock rubbing at her clit. Y/N’s back arched at the sensitive touch as he took the condom from her hand and tore the foil packet open with his teeth. He pumped his cock before rolling the rubber onto rock hard erection. He watched his wife squirm underneath him, eager for him to finally fill her. He teased her entrance, his lust filled eyes boring into hers.
“Are you gonna- oh my god!” Stuart slammed inside of her, not giving her a chance to adjust to his large size. He set a bruising pace, her walls already clenching around him. She screamed as he immediately found her g-spot, tapping with each touch. Her walls throbbed around him, squeezing and snapping the coil in her stomach, her release coating his cock.
He let out a moan, watching her face scrunch up in pure euphoria. “Damn, already, baby?” He chuckled.
Her body shook, her toes curled while she scrunched the sheets up in her hands. “I was already close.” She mumbled as he continued thrusting into her tight pussy. Their ears filled with the sound of slapping wet skin, Y/N’s breathy screams, and Stuart's groans of pleasure.
“Go faster. Harder. I want more.”
Stuart growled and continued slamming into her, his cock burying to the hilt inside of her, only to pull out to the tip and shove himself back in without warning. His swollen, red lips latched onto her nipple, his long fingers reaching to rub furiously at her engorged clit. His teeth tugged at the perky bud, sucking and licking as he pleased. The loud screams coming from the woman underneath him fueled his desire for her, wanting nothing more than to fuck her over and over again until she was begging him to stop.
Y/N loved that Stuart was such a sweetheart when it came to her. She loved that he would grab her by the waist and peck her cheek while his stubble scratched at her skin. She loved that he kissed the back of her hand when their fingers were intertwined and they walked through the mall or the park together. She loved his big hugs, his constant need to tell her that she looked beautiful when she wore stained sweatpants, that he would ask her to cuddle after a long day at work. She loved everything about him. She even adored that he was a sarcastic asshole. She thought it was cute because she knew just how sweet he really was.
But what she really loved was when he dominated her in bed. When he was rough and aggressive. She loved waking up the next morning to see finger shaped bruises on her hips and the love bites on her torso and chest. When she walked behind him when he was brushing his teeth in the mornings and he didn't wear a shirt, she always grinned when she saw the long, red scratches she left on his mole scattered back. Her fingers would always trace them, asking him if they hurt. If she hurt him.
“No, baby.” He chuckled.
“Are you sure I didn't hurt you? I mean, they look painful.”
“Not at all. I should be asking you the same thing.” His fingers on the bruises he'd left the night before.
Y/N blushed at the marks. “It's sore, but I like them. People may not be able to see them, but it's showing that I'm yours.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into her.
“And those scratches on my back? They show everyone that I'm yours and only yours.” He pecks her nose.
“Damn straight.” They chuckle and walk to the kitchen to make breakfast that would end in a mess on the counter because Stuart couldn't resist throwing flour at her. But then that would only lead to a steamy shower.
Stuart’s movements began to get sloppy, his cock twitching inside of her clenching walls. He stopped thrusting all together, waiting for his high to settle down and her high to simmer. “Come on! That's getting old.” She frowned as her climax was ripped from her for the third time that night.
“Patience, baby girl.” He thrusted slowly, keeping the pace. Y/N’s hips bucked off the bed, wanting the tempo to change. Stuart's strong hand held her down on the bed.
“Please, let me cum. I want to cum again.” Stuart kissed below her ear, ignoring her words until she spoke again. “Daddy, please let me cum. Let me cum all over your cock.”
Stuart flipped their bodies so she was on top. “Go on, ride me.” He told her, his cock still inside of her. Y/N smirked and out her small hands on his strong shoulders, his hands on her hips, helping her bounce up and down on him. Their skin slapped together as Stuart watched his dick slide out of her, covered in her warm juices only to slide back inside and have her roll her hips against his.
Y/N nearly came watching him watch their bodies meet. His face twisted in pleasure, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth parted slightly. His hands came up to her tits, thumbs running over the hardened buds as she bounced on him. “You like watching me ride you, don't you, daddy? You like seeing my tits bounce and your dick covered in my juices. You're so sexy.” She mewled, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she came, her nails digging into his shoulders. Stuart flipped them over, she was on her back again.
His cock slipped out of her and he slammed back inside, Y/N screaming as he did. “No, no! I-I can't! Daddy, I'm too sensitive!”
Stuart kept his fast pace, his speed godlike. Y/N had never seen her husband as rough as he was in that moment. He was completely drunk on lust, on her. “Yes, you can, baby. One more, okay? Trust me, you'll love what happens.” He grunted, fingers rubbing on her clit again. His thrusts didn't falter until she came again. This time, harder than she ever had before. Her body arched off the bed, her fingernails scratching down his back and he was pretty sure she drew blood, but it didn't matter because she gushed all over him, the clear liquid drenching his abdomen and the sheets. His hot spurts of cum filled the condom to the brim as he threw his head back, cumming hard.
Y/N’s vision filled with black dots, her body shook. She was more than positive that she has blacked out for a few moments. Her heart pounded in her chest as she tried to recover from the best orgasm she'd ever had. Whimpers fell from her mouth, her body sensitive to any touch. Stuart pulled out slowly and watched his wife continue trembling, the wet spot visible on the sheets. He got off the bed and took off the condom, tying it off and walking to the huge bathroom connected to their room to throw it away. He grabbed a washcloth from the rack of towels and soaked it in warm water. Stuart walked back to the room and saw that she was still recovering.
“Baby? Are you okay?” He asked, worried that it was too much for her.
“Yeah, I'm amazing. I didn't know I could do that.” She opened her eyes, looking at him as he cleaned up the mess between her legs.
“Well, now we know you can. Did you like it?” He dropped the washcloth in a hamper and laid in bed with his wife, pulling the blankets on to their bodies.
Y/N nodded, her skin still hot. Stuart took off his glasses and set them on the bedside table next to the box of condoms. “I loved it. How did you learn how to do that?”
Stuart chuckled. “Before I met you, I used to watch a lot of porn. And I always thought it was hot when the girl squirted.”
“Was it hot when I squirted?” She looked up at him, her fingers playing in the patch of hair around his belly button.
“It was beyond hot. Fucking sexiest thing I've ever seen.” He groaned, thinking back to the moment. “You can bet your cute little ass I'm going to make you do it again sometime.”
“I love you, too,” She licked his earlobe. “daddy.”
“None of that. I won't be able to control myself.” He warned her. She chuckled and agreed.
“Let's just go to sleep, I'm exhausted.” She kissed his chest and snuggled closer into his, shutting her eyes and falling into a peaceful slumber. “Goodnight, Stuart.”
“Goodnight, my love.”
Y/N was the first to wake up the next morning. She woke up to the sunlight coming in through the patio door they left open last night. She didn't really care because she knew that there was no one around for miles and they couldn’t possibly be bothered by anyone. Stuart's arm was wrapped loosely around her waist, her head resting on his chest while her hand rested on his abdomen. She looked up at him to see that his lips were slightly parted, tiny snores coming from him. His eyelashes rested on his high cheekbones, his hair a mess on top of his head.
She smiled as she stared at the man she'd married the day before. An idea popped in her head, she kissed his jaw and unwrapped his arm from her waist, rolling out of the king size bed. It was only when she realized how sore her body was that the memories of last night flooded back in her head. It felt like she relived every touch and every kiss as she remembered last night's events. She could feel his fingers on her body, his kisses around her breasts, the lovebites he’d sucked onto her skin. Y/N walked out of the bedroom after taking one last glance at Stuart to make sure he was still sleeping. He'd changed his position, he was now cuddling the pillow she'd slept on and a sleepy smile was on his lips, but he was still asleep.
She'd gotten to the living room and opened their suitcases, grabbing a pair of underwear and slipping them on. She grabbed one of Stuart's t-shirts and put it on, the hem of the shirt coming down to her mid thigh. Before doing anything else, she walked into the bathroom to brush her teeth. After that, she wandered into the kitchen and thought of what she wanted to make breakfast. She opened up the cabinets and fridge to make sure the ingredients she would need were there and they were. Stuart had made sure that the fridge would be stocked up while they were there. He'd bought all kinds of fruit, eggs, bacon, stuff to make waffles or pancakes, muffins, various types of juices, and some coffee.
She grabbed all the food she thought was necessary for their breakfast and set it on the counter, locating the pans and dishes in the cabinets, getting to work on the food. First, she made blueberry pancakes because she knew how much he loved it when she made them. While she made the pancakes, she cooked bacon and eggs, chopped up some fruit and put it on a platter plate. Y/N also knew that Stuart loved orange juice, so she made sure to put the pitcher of orange juice out on the table along with all the food she'd prepared.
Stuart woke up to an empty bed, his eyes squinting as the bright sun filled his vision. He smiled sleepily when he looked at the silver band on his left hand. His nose filled with the smell he fell in love with. Y/N’s blueberry pancakes. He grabbed his glasses from the bedside table and put them on his face, he pushed the sheets off of his waist, walking to the living room to grab a pair of boxers out of his suitcase. He walked into the kitchen, Y/N’s back turned towards him as she stayed by the stove, watching the pancakes cook to a golden color on one side before flipping them so they'd cook on the other side. Looking at the round, two person table in the corner, Stuart grinned at all the food she made. His heart burned with happiness thinking of how much time she spent making breakfast look this perfect.
He took notice of what she was wearing. One of his shirts that fell to the middle of her thigh. Her legs looked unbelievably smooth from where he was standing. From all the touches last night, he could tell you that her skin felt how it looked. He walked over to his wife, his arms wrapping around her waist from behind, hands going under her shirt and rubbing her belly. The soft, pink lips of his scattered kisses below her ear, his teeth grazing her skin as he moved his lips to her neck. His fingers pushed the fabric on her shoulder to the side so he could plant wet, open mouthed kisses on her skin. She hummed contently as her head rolled back against his shoulder.
She could feel his smile against his skin before his raspy voice spoke for the first time that morning. “Good morning, wife.”
Y/N chuckled and turned her head towards him, giving him multiple pecks on the lips. “Good morning, husband. I made you pancakes.” She flipped the pancake while he rested his chin on her shoulder, watching her cook.
“They look delicious, baby.” He kissed her ear and walked over to the island counter, grabbing a piece of cubed watermelon from the cutting board next to the sink and throwing the juicy fruit into his mouth. He hopped on the counter, his eyes on her while she turned the stove off and put the last couple pancakes on a plate, placing it next to Stuart's orange juice.
“There ya go! It's all finished, so you can eat now.” She smiled as he hopped off the counter and kissed her temple before sitting down in the chair at the table.
“What about you? Aren't you going to eat?” He asked.
Y/N nodded. “Yeah, let me just clean up a little bit.” She began to walk over to the sink, but Stuart's arms wrapped around her waist and he pulled her into his body. She giggled as he set her on his leg.
“No, eat with me. We’ll clean everything up after we eat and then we can shower.” He grabbed a piece of bacon and took a bite.
“Sounds good. What did you have planned for today?” She picked at the fruit in the bowl on the table.
Stuart grinned and rubbed the skin on her thighs. “So first, we’ll get cleaned up because frankly, my love, you still smell like sex.” He chuckled when Y/N nudged him with her elbow and rolled her eyes. “And then, we'll pack a lunch and go down to the beach. We can play in the water or sit in the sand, I don't care. When we come back here, we can make dinner and then do whatever you want to do.”
Y/N smiled and turned to straddle him in the chair. She grabbed his face and kissed his sweet lips, grinding against his dick. The only thing separating them was the fabric of their underwear. His hands went to her waist, pulling her closer into him. He wanted to deepen the kiss, but she pulled away from him, smirking against his lips.
“I'm going to clean the kitchen.” She pecked the corner of his mouth and pulled away, walking towards the sink. As she walked away, he slapped her on the ass, laughing when she squealed in surprise.
She looked back at him, glaring at him. He blew her kiss and gave her a wink. “Love you, baby.”
Once the two ate, they walked to the huge bathroom and turned on the shower. The room immediately filled with steam as Stuart pulled off his wife's shirt and panties, she pushed down his boxers and they stumbled into the shower. Stuart didn't hesitate to push her against the marble wall and fuck her senseless. Sucking more hickies onto her skin while she scratched at his back, the scars on his back worse than they were before.
By the time he was done, she'd come three times and her legs were trembling. They felt like jello. Stuart peppered her skin with kisses, massaging her head as he washed her hair. “You really could spend this whole trip in bed, couldn't you?” She sighed as he finished rinsing the soap off of her head.
“If it's with you, oh yeah.”
Y/N chuckled and turned around, watching the drops of water trail down his body. She kissed his collarbone, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Well, we'll spend a lot of time in that bed. And in here. And the bathtub, on the couch, the counters, the tables, the pool, and then again in the bed.” Her mouth left pecks across his chest after she listed the places in the house.
Stuart kissed her forehead. “You're the love of my life, you know that?”
“And you're mine” She held up her left hand, the ring on finger shining in his face. “I wouldn't be wearing this if you weren't.” Stuart took her hand and kissed her knuckles, watching her beam at his actions.
“Your smile is so beautiful.” He muttered, not meaning for the words to come from his mouth.
She cupped his face, pulling his lips down to hers in a gentle kiss. It wasn't lustful or needy, but passionate and full of all the love in the world.
“I love you so much, Twombly.” Her fingers skimmed over the beauty marks on the side of his face.
“And I love you.” Stuart turned off the water and the two got out of the shower, Stuart walking in front of Y/N to grab them towels. He grabbed two off the shelf, wrapping one around his hips and the other one around his wife's body. He smiled at her before going to the sink to brush his teeth.
Y/N caught sight of his scratched up back, walking behind him and touching the red marks. “Did these hurt? I feel like these get worse every time we… you know.” Her husband chuckled and shook his head.
“Don't worry. I like them.” He wet his toothbrush.
“What?” She giggled, not expecting his confession.
“I love when you scratch my back. It's hot.”
Her arms snaked around his waist and she kissed his shoulder. “Whatever you say, baby. I'm going to put on my swimming suit and pack our lunch, then we can go.” Stuart hummed in agreement, brushing his teeth.
Y/N walked to their bedroom to put on the swimming suit she bought just for this trip, with the help of Neha, of course. She bought it especially for Stuart, knowing how much he would appreciate it. It was a white one piece with a deep plunging neckline that revealed maybe a little too much cleavage. There was a zipper on the back for Stuart's convenience. She looked in the mirror after putting it on and saw the dark, purple love bites Stuart had left all over her body. Whether it was in the valley of her breasts or the under boob, they were there. She scoffed in surprise as her fingers grazed the sore markings. A smile tugged at the corners of her plump lips before she walked to the kitchen and packed their lunch.
Stuart walked into the kitchen just as she finished putting their food in the basket, his swim trunks hanging low on his hips. His exposed torso made Y/N’s mouth water as her eyes trailed from the patch of hair on his chest to the dark hair dipping into the waistband of his shorts. He smirked as he watched her stare at him, his eyes going down to his torso before looking back at her. “You like what you see?” He walked over to her and pulled her into him, hands smoothing over her ass before hoisting him up around his waist, her legs wrapping around him.
“Oh, trust me, I love what I see.” She giggled and gave him quick pecks on the lips before hopping back down and grabbing the picnic basket. Stuart grabbed the beach bag, waiting by the door so they could make their way to the beach that was a few miles away. The drive was short and peaceful, Stuart smiling as his wife sang along to the song on the radio with the wind blowing her hair around. Once they arrived to the beach with very few people around, they found a spot in the sand right in front of the water, a couple palm trees surrounding them.
While they ate lunch, Y/N took notice to the people that had been staring at her and Stuart. She could tell they were whispering about the back scratches on Stuart’s back and the hickeys on Y/N’s torso. She moved to straddle her husband who was laying in the sand with his arms crossed behind his head, sunglasses covering his amber eyes. “What are you doing, babe?” He mumbled, smiling softly.
“People are staring at us.” She told him causing Stuart to sit up, hands going to her thighs. “At the very obvious scratches on your back and the hickeys on my neck and body.” Her arms wrapped around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair.
Stuart only shrugged in response. “Let them look. It shows them that you’re mine and I’m yours.” He kissed her shoulders.
Y/N laughed softly, getting off of Stuart and grabbing his hands to pull him up from the ground. “Come on, let’s go play in the water.” Stuart grinned and followed her to the water. The water hit her feet and she sighed when the warm water washed over her feet. “I could spend the rest of my life here.” She whispered, closing her eyes and soaking up the sun. Stuart’s strong arms wrapped around her shoulders, holding her close to his body.
He hummed in agreement. “I could, too. Especially if it’s with you.”
“I love you.” She mumbled. This time she said it and it was soft, not just something you say before you go off to work or hang up the phone. It was a genuine ‘I love you’. She said it so quietly because he was the only one meant to hear it. Those three words would only ever be meant for him. He was the only man she’d ever said those words to. When she was younger, her mother told her what those words meant. That you were only supposed to say them to the people you truly loved. And she couldn’t think of anyone she loved more than Stuart Twombly. “I love you so much.”
Stuart grinned and leaned down to kiss her softly, his actions speaking louder than the three words ever could. He nuzzled his nose against hers, causing her to giggle when his lips brushed over hers. “I love you, too, Y/N.” He attempted to connect their lips again, but she pulled away and ran further into the water.
“Gotta catch me if you want that second kiss, Stu.” The water splashed around her as she laughed and smiled brightly. He watched her body get deeper into the water and she motioned for him to come towards her. He did as asked and made his way over to her, her legs wrapping around his waist while her arms wrapped around his neck. Stuart chuckled and pushed his lips to hers.
They spent the day at the beach until the sun started setting and then went back to the house they were staying at for their trip. Stuart told Y/N that he was cooking dinner since she’d cooked breakfast and lunch. They cleaned themselves up, taking another shower, but this time there was no funny business. Stuart immediately got to cooking Y/N’s favorite dinner dish while she sat on the couch with a glass of wine as she watched him cook.
Before he met the amazing cook that is Y/N Twombly, he barely knew how to make toast, but with a lot of nights of him watching her cook their dinners, he learned how to cook. She’d helped through many trials and errors, but within no time he had the hang of it. The meal didn’t take very long to finish preparing and soon enough they were eating and laughing about some pointless conversation they were having.
Stuart grabbed his phone and connected it to the large speakers that played music throughout the house. He played the song they danced to at their wedding. Can’t Help Falling in Love by Haley Reinhart. With a soft smile, the amber eyed man put his hand out for his wife to grab. “Dance with me?”
Y/N bit her lip in hopes of suppressing the smile that managed to break its way onto her face. She grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers while he put his hand on her back and she put hers on his shoulder. The music started to play and he began to sway their bodies to the soft beat of the song that played. She could still feel her head on his shoulder from when they danced at their reception, the eyes of their family and friends all on them, but it really felt like it was only them in the room. His fingers pushed the hair in her face behind her ear, wanting to get a better look into her loving eyes. She remembered Stuart telling her that he doesn’t dance, especially when they have that many pairs of eyes on them when they danced together at their wedding, but he quickly followed up that he’d only ever do it for her because she had him in the palm of her hand.
The patio door was open allowing the warm breeze to drift throughout the house and over her skin. Stuart leaned the side of his head against hers, his lips grazing over her right ear before placing soft kisses on the lobe. The simple power of his touch giving her goosebumps and sending a chill up her spine. His hand was splayed on her lower back, guiding her to keep the rhythm of the song. Stuart softly sang the lyrics, his beautifully raspy voice crawling into her heart, making it beat a thousand times faster, but slowing it down at the same time. Y/N had never been as happy as she was in that simple, yet peaceful moment. She turned her head to look into the amber eyes behind the thick framed glasses he wore on his face.
“What?” He smiled at her as she looked at him with pure admiration. Pure love. She shook her head and stood on her tiptoes to press her lips to his. The large hand that was previously on her back moved up to cup her jaw as he deepened the kiss. His tongue swiped at her bottom lip for entrance, which she granted without any hesitation. She moaned when his tongue brushed over hers. His hands smoothed down her ass and to her thighs, tapping slightly so she’d jump and carrying her to their bedroom and dropping her body on the bed. He tugged off his t-shirt, throwing it somewhere in the room. Stuart pulled her nightgown off her body and dropped it onto the floor, leaving her upper half fully exposed to him.
Hovering over her, he reconnected their lips, moving his against hers slowly. His hand raised up to hers and intertwined their fingers. Y/N closed her eyes, eagerly waiting for what would happen next when he trailed his wet kisses down her to her jaw then her neck. The fingers on his free hand danced up her side and to her breast, kneading gently. His fingers tweaked at her nipple, pulling a sigh from her mouth. “You’re so beautiful, baby.” He whispered against her skin.
Her hands went to the back of his head, nails scratching at his scalp. “Stuart, will you make love to me?”
Stuart stopped his movements, looking her in the eyes while a smile tugged at his lips. He nodded slowly. “Anything you want, my love.” He nudged her nose and gave her a peck on the lips. His long fingers hooked in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her legs, kissing her skin as the fabric came to her ankles. He tossed them on the floor and she was completely exposed to him.
She pushed the basketball shorts and boxers that hung low on his waist off of his body, adding it to the pile of their clothes. Her hands cupped his face, eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks as she closed her eyes when their lips reconnected. She sighed out her nose when his erection poked at her thigh. Her body was on fire as she yearned for him to fill her up. “Condom?” He questioned, his warm breath hitting her face and adding to her need for him.
Her foot ran up his leg as she shook her head and stared into his eyes. The amber color was brighter, pooling with both love and lust. “No.”
“A-Are you sure? I mean, what if-”
“It’s okay. I’m okay with it if you’re okay with it.” She smiled. It would be everything she ever wanted. Ever since she was younger, she wanted a family. She wanted the perfect husband, she wanted her husband to be the love of her life, her true love and she found that. She wanted children that were all the best parts of their parents. Stuart grinned and brought his fingers up to push her hair behind her ear. His lips planted a sweet kiss to her forehead.
“I’m more than okay with it.” He grabbed his cock, pumping himself slowly before grabbing her leg and hitching it on his waist to line himself up with her entrance. He pushed himself in, her soaked core making it easy to slide in and out. As soon as he was seated inside of her, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her hands stayed cupping his face as he held himself up on the mattress with his forearms. He thrusted into her pussy slow, but hard. Breathy sighs of his name fell from her parted lips and the sounds immediately became his favorite.
Stuart’s cock throbbed inside of her as Y/N’s walls fluttered around him. His forehead fell against hers, their breaths mingled as their pants filled the room. He hitched her legs higher up on his waist, eager to hit deeper and make the sounds she let out louder. When he gained speed and thrusted harder into her, she gasped and felt her stomach tighten, the core nearly ready to snap. Her fingers went to the back of his head, tugging at the brown locks as Stuart’s glasses slid on the bridge of his nose. He kissed her bottom top lip slowly while she moaned. Stuart looked down at their connecting bodies and nearly came as he’d pull out and see his cock glisten with her juices.
He groaned, loving everything about the moment he was in. The sounds, the feeling, the girl. It was all so perfect. She was perfect.
The tight clenches around his dick let him know that she was teetering on the edge. He sighed and bit his lip, picking up the pace. The sound of their sweaty skin hitting against each other filled the room along with the profanities that rolled off their tongues and the outside sound of the waves crashing against the sand outside the patio door.
“Look at me.” Stuart whispered. Y/N’s eyes slowly opened and it took all she had to know let them close again. “I want you to cum for me. Cum all over my cock, baby.”
All she needed in order to fulfil his wishes was his fingers rubbing at her swollen bundle of nerves. Her back arched off the bed as she fell over the edge and into a pool of pure euphoria, her juices splattering against her walls. Stuart watched her face contort in pleasure, cumming right along with her. His eyes squeezed shut and his body came to a stop, emptying his hot load into her. He pulled out of her gently, collapsing on the bed next to her. Her messy hair was pooled around her shoulders, her skin shining with sweat. Her lips were red and swollen from all the kissing she’d done that night. She turned over to face him, grabbing his hands and kissing his knuckles.
“Thank you, Stu.”
Stuart’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she pecked his skin. “For what, baby?”
“For being my husband. For being the love of my life. For everything you’ve ever done for me and everything you will do for me.” She whispered. “Just… thank you for being you.”
“In that case, thank you,” He leaned in and kissed her nose. “for being my wife. It truly has been a gift loving you.”
Okay, so this is my updated masterlist I have added all the fics I have written and given myself a time limit on my series so I’ll stop being a lazy ass and keep writing. I hope you enjoy! Feel free to message me for a chat a request or anything I'd love to get to know you all.
Anyway, I’ll stop rambling enjoy!!
Teen Wolf
Stiles Stilinski
Just My Luck (Series)
Part 2
Part 3 (coming week of 11/9/17)
I’m Jealous Okay
Issac Lahey
Coming soon (Eventually at some point)
Stuart Twombly
More Than Just Studying
Mitch Rapp
Worth Saving
Part 1
Part 2 ( Coming week of 4/9/17) I Hope
Dylan O'Brien
Baby Surprise
Untitled Dylan fic coming soon :)
More to come soon :) Feel free to send in requests x
Prompt: 5 times Person A calls Person B by a pet name and one time Person B finds one for Person A. (CREATIVEPROMPTSFORWRITING)
Words: 1'046
Warnings: awkward stu
Notes: this came out way longer than it was supposed to be (title of your sex tape)
1. Stuart knew that you liked to get a rise out of him. It wasn't malicious behavior in the slightest, but rather, a brief moment of amusement for you as you watched his face grow a bright shade of rose. Your Google team sat in a semi-circle around an erasable glass panel, numerous ideas for future Google products strewn across the surface in different colors and handwritten fonts. You clicked your tongue as you sunk into the bean bag, deep thoughts contorting your facial features. Nick nearly fell off the stool beside you as you suddenly leaped forward - eyes wide and harboring an unforeseen idea. Your hand was thrown beside you, making grabbing motions for the marker flipping between Stuart's lengthy fingers. He slipped the red package into your hand, provoking you to turn with a small wink, "Thanks, honey". Stuart froze, taken aback by your affectionate name-calling. You grinned, "It's just a name, Stu".
2. The bright colors adorning the Google building were overshadowed by grey clouds and rain. For the period of time you've been on this side of California, it may have only rained a handful of times. It wasn't your choice of weather. You peered over your shoulder as you watched Yo-Yo laugh whole-heartedly at Lyle as he tumbled down the large slide in the center of the entry foyer, his hand roughly rubbing at the back of his head out of embarrassment and slight pain. It brought a smile to your face on this dull day. You slowly let the umbrella perched under your left arm fall, catching it by the curved handle before preparing to open it. A very familiar beanie bobbled in your peripheral vision as you saw Stuart with a scowl, looking at the downpour outside, his knuckles turning white from holding the straps of his backpack so darn tight. You chuckled, "Hey cutie, wanna share?". Stuart turned to you with wide eyes, flicking between your face and the held-out umbrella. His scowl fell and was easily decorated with yet another bright rose tint.
3. Sport isn't your thing, and you're pretty sure the rest of your Google team feels the same way about their set of practical abilities. You did, however, still find yourself in a group huddle on the makeshift Quidditch field on the outskirts of the building's Volleyball courts. Two 'Flashdance' references later, and Billy was hyping you all up. He lovingly patted everybody's shoulders, ushering you all out onto the field. Hopefully, this will go better than the last time. The balls of your feet held you as you bounced side to side, your eyes trained on the quaffle heading your way. Neha was beginning to start your plan of action, aiming to intercept from the side, but the other team had their own plan and the quaffle was thrown over your shoulder. Stuart, of all people, managed to have his face collide with the fictional ball. You swore under your breath as you dropped by his side, "Stuart? You good, babe? How many fingers am I holding up?" Your hand moved rapidly in front of his face as he groaned out, "Wait, what did you call me?"
4. It was that unfortunately endearing British accent that threw you off your current task, your chair turning slightly to face Graham and his mischievous expression. If he wasn't such a pain in your ass, then you'd even find him the tiniest bit attractive; but thankfully, this isn't a romantic-comedy sitcom. He was gloating about their latest win in one of the many Google Internship tasks set before you - apparently, his team's idea about an upgrade to Google maps beat out your plans for a total Gmail overhaul. But you all can't be winners. As he left, you saw Stuart's fists beat down on the top of his desk, evident anger seething through him. You sighed, reaching over and placing your hand over his closed left fist, "Settle down, handsome, we'll get 'em next time." You cooed, his right hand gently laid on top of yours before you could pull back. Stuart exhaled deeply, "We're gonna kick his ass".
5. It was unexpected, but not totally untypical behaviour, as you stood back and stared at Stuart's draped body over the couch between your desks. He said he was coming in early, but sleep got the better of him. His arms dangled beside him, one leg hanging over the back, his beanie covering his face. You could have sworn you even heard him snore. The small smile over your lips broke as Neha tip-toed toward him, a marker in hand and ready to be used for some kind of graffiti across Stuart's cheeks. "Neh..." you warned quietly, your eyebrows furrowed in disapproval. She huffed and walked away. At the base of the couch and hidden under several pieces of paper, was Stuart's black-rimmed glasses. You picked them up carefully, lips pursing before slowly pulling back the beanie and placing the glasses in their rightful position. "There you go, angel eyes. All fixed." You cooed under your breath, turning around to place your belongings down, missing the curve of Stuart's lips at your act of kindness.
1. You all had a rough day today, but Stuart knew it hit you a bit harder. It's tough when you think you've let everyone down, especially when they've worked so hard - none of them blamed you, especially not the beanie-clad boy. He asked to take you somewhere when you all left Headquarters, and you silently agreed with a small head nod and accompanying smile. Now, you're both perched on the top of a bench, overlooking the Golden Gate Bridge. Silence fell between you, but it was comfortable, understanding. Your shoulders lifted in a shiver from the evening's cool breeze, but Stuart was quick to wrap his arm around your shoulders and pull you in. Affection, let alone PDA, didn't often have a place in his usual actions. He rested his nose against the shell of your ear and sighed softly, "Shit happens, Y/N. It wasn't your fault, trust me. None of it was. You need to believe in yourself more, sweetheart." You smiled in response, so geuinely, and squeezed his arm, "That sounds nice rolling off your tongue."
