He’s all grumpy when he shuffles in through the front door. Until, he sees you nonchalantly walking around the trailer in nothin’ but lingerie, like he’s just walked into the Playboy Mansion. Needless to say, his mood is instantly lifted, and his cock stirs awake after a long, hard day as well.
His eyes track your ass from the bedroom to the kitchen, his mouth salivating at the little jiggle of it and the red lace thong that disappears between your cheeks. You’ve got the damn garter belt and socks on too. His eyes slowly make their way up your body, thanking the higher power that made that bra to fit so perfectly on you. He’s not sure his life could get any better in this moment,
“Welcome home, Sugarbear.” You greet him with that gorgeous smile on your face. You turn around to the fridge, bending down to grab a cold beer from the bottom shelf for him, Clyde’s neck cranes to the side for a better view. You bring the lip to the edge of the countertop and push on it just right to cleanly pop the cap off, “I’ve got your steak outside on the grill still, wanted to make sure it was hot for you when ya got home.”
And just like that, his life got better. He’s about ready to cry. He’s gotta be dreaming right now, he’s gotta be.
“You’re so damn good to me, Darlin’. I really don’t deserve ya.” He says, with a hint of a whimper, making his way to the couch and plopping down on it. You walk over to him, taking a sip from his bottle before straddling his lap and handing it over to him.
“Oh, don’t say that, Baby. I only give you what ya deserve.” You tease, using a finger to tip up the bottom of his beer so that he sips it. He takes a couple big gulps before lowering it, pulling your face to his and kissin ya real hard. His full lips are still cold from the bottle, but it’s a lovely feeling.
“Do I deserve ta help ya out of this?” He asks, bringing his hand to your bra strap, hooking one of his fingers around it and pulling at it until it snaps back over your shoulder. The dew from the outside of his bottle splashes over your skin, almost providing relieve for the small sting, and you moan.
“You gotta eat all of your dinner before I let ya have your dessert.”
The thing about being depressed is that your sadness doesn’t have a tangible reason, so you can’t fix something like that and make it go away. So all you can do is suffer and wait for it to pass but it seldom does
I was listening to a few reylo edits 😉 where I heard Snoke’s dialogue “Where there was conflict, I now sense resolve. Where there was weakness, strength.” And then it hit me. When he is with Rey, the conflict within him seems to have a remedy. And together they become strong even through their weaknesses. His destiny was to be with Rey, that’s the only way I see it. TROS ruined that.
Thinking about how Oscar Isaac doesn’t use his full name so he isn’t typecasted as a Latino drug dealer only to have Disney make his Latino character have a drug dealer past in episode 9
