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that's what your boyfriend said so causually as you stood in front of the mirror wearing an itty-bitty, teeny-weeny bikini

but it wasn't supposed to be like that

you had ordered what you thought was a normal sized bikini only for it to arrive as thin and frail as dental floss. your brows remain scrunched as you stare at your nipples that refuse to stay hidden by the ridiculously sheer fabric

"baby, i look like a stripper," you deadpan

"heh, yeah my stripper~" your boyfriend teases

"ugh, that's not the point," you toss your head back and feel one of you pussy lips slip out of the barely there gusset of the swimsuit. "i wanted to wear this to the barbecue this weekend"

you pout, crossing your arms as you turn to the side, still looking at the mirror. you gaze at how your chubby ass cheek hangs out, practically getting squished to death by the bikini

"well, wear it"

sometimes you wanted to kill your boyfriend.

"babe, there will be other people there, i can't let everyone see...everything!" you gesture up the length of your body which is trying to escape from the polyester nightmare

"its not that bad..." your boyfriend tries, but he can tell by your face you're not having it

he stands behind you, looking at your reflection, eyes trailing up and down the body he's so grateful to love and protect with his life. he sees your point, one step and everything is gonna fall out, and while he's a strong, confident man, he knows you can't just walk around naked

though he'd absolutely love that idea

"well..." he trails off as he brings his left hand up to your breasts, grabbing both of them. "i can be your bikini"

"what?" you say taken completely off guard

"yeah, if anything falls out, i can just cover you"

your eyes look down and see how his huge hand cradles both of your breasts perfectly, completely covering your nipples

then, he glides his right hand across your hip slowly, travelling across your thigh and settling possesively on your pussy. his hand completely covers your sweetest area so easily, like it was sculpted to sit in that exact spot, just a perfect fit. you whine softly, spreading your thighs apart

he chuckles and moves his hand down slightly, already feeling a little bit of your wetness on his hand. he admires how his sweet girl fits so well in his hands. how his big, strong body is able to protect you anywhere you need, including your most precious parts

"see, you're completely covered now," he says in a low, deep voice

he can feel what his voice does to you in real time as more slick lands on his palm. he lazily drags his hand side to side, making your pussy clench and your back arch

"mmm, but what if i want to move around, you can't move with me," you say that only to see if he has any tricks up his sleeve

he pauses for a moment, the gears turning in his head.

before he suddenly, but securely, adjusts his hand on your crotch and wraps his arm tightly around your chest, lifting you up like you weigh nothing. of course your strong man's got you

your feet dangle and sway as he holds you agaisnt his chest. your pussy is full on drenching his hand at this point, so turned on by how your boyfriend takes care of you, even when he's being silly

"see, i can just carry you, and then everyone will know this sexy lady belongs to me," he smirks

he walks in a small circle while holding you to show how effortless this is for him. he even bounces you up and down against his chest to make sure you know how stable you are. it's all just too much for, just too hot for you to not seize the opportunity

"ughhhh, fuck, just fuck me baby," you whine, so needy for your buff man to make the sweetest, nastiest love to you

"of course, angel," he chuckles lowly, kissing your head softly

How is this real? How is this possible?

Steve looks down at you. You're clinging on to his arms, panting and eyes shut tight. He peers down further and looks at where the two of you are connected. In and out, in and out.

His hips smash into yours, giving both of you glorious pleasure. He brushes your hair away with a firm hand and kisses your forehead. So beautiful, so pretty...

"Oh God, I love you", he lets the words spill out of his mouth. "You're s...so beautiful. Your pussy is beautiful, your tits are beautiful, everything...beautiful."

You hum as you bite your lip, looking up at Steve. His eyes are shut and he's chewing the inside of his lip, face full of determination. You feel his sharp, cool exhales from his nose on your neck.

You know you're extremely cock drunk, but you still don't know how this is happening. He's Steve. He's the creepy stalker that begged you for a date for months. The creepy stalker that found your address without you telling him. The guy who called you every day after you finally agreed to take a chance on him. The guy who tried to talk you into engagement on the third date. The perv that would sneak into your bedroom and bathroom while you were on vacation. The perv that you knew was using your beauty products when you got a whiff of him when you got back. The guy that asked to get you pregnant before this very moment. He's Steve.

And yet, he's your Steve. The guy who always brings you little treats and gifts every time he sees you. The guy who loves PDA, arguably too much. The guy who is willing to fix any problem you have. The guy who learned how to fix a faucet for you. The guy who only looks at you when you're on a date. The guy who loves the parts of you you deem as flaws. The guy fucking you silly currently.

Steve breaks you out of your thoughts by resting his forehead against yours. He hums and puts his body weight on you, holding you close.

He wants this moment to last forever. He'll be replaying this in his head later. He's still reeling over the fact that not only are you allowing him to be your boyfriend, but you're letting him show you how much he loves you. He gets to love you in your bed.

The same bed you two have cuddled in. The same bed he took care of you in when you came down with a cold. The same bed he jerked off in when you were on vacation. The same bed he humped when you were in the shower. The same bed with the same sheets he used to sniff and rub his face in before you started dating.

And you're wearing the same lotion he'd doused his cock in countless times while you weren't home. The same perfume he sprayed on himself so he could feel like you're right there when he's at home alone.

How is this real?

"S...Steve...Oh my God..."

"Are you close?" You nod. "Good, I need you to cum. I need you to cum on my cock. Please." His voice is strained, trying to control himself from cumming too soon.

"Please cum for me. Please. I need it. I need it from you. I love you. I love you. I love you. Give me your cum. Slather my cock in it, please", he rambles.

You gasp as it starts to hit you, gripping on to his arms tighter.

"Here", he leans his shoulder down. "Bite on me. Let it out."

You do as he says and your arms move to his back. He groans, loving how needed and wanted he feels. You do need him. You do want him.

"That was so good, you're so good. I'm gonna cum, now. Where do you want me?"

Your eyes flutter as you pull away, slowly losing steam.

"In...inside of me, Steve."

You were able to convince him to wear a condom, previously.

"Oh yes!", his heart leaps at your words.

He thrusts harder and faster until he hits his peak. "I love you's" spew from his mouth as he nuzzles his face against your neck.

You hold him close and kiss his cheek.

"You're so good, Stevie", you whisper.

After a few minutes he pulls away, but first gives you a deep, tender kiss. As he watches himself slide out you blush at feeling so vulnerable.

He quickly ties the condom and tosses it into the trash before kneeling down in front of your pussy.

"What are you doing?"

"I really wanna eat your cum out of you..."

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I found this in my drafts, and figured why not finally post it ^_^ hope ya'll enjoyed

she's feisty, not afraid to say what she thinks and he adores that, he hates people who cant just say what they feel

which means as much as he hates this he really does love this quirk of hers to blare sabrina carpenter when shes mad at him

the first time it happened, you had gotten into an argument about something so trivial he doesnt remember but he knows it was his fault, and he came home from work to hear "we almost broke up again last night" nearly shake the walls of their home

he tried to talk to you, receiving the message clearly, but you just turned away from him saying, "brian, i am tryin' to listen to my records, now leave me alone", crossing your arms across your chest tightly, pushing up your cleavage on purpose to mock him

he couldnt even try to do anything else because the sounds of sabrina echoed everywhere, making it clear he fucked up. he ended up just sitting on the couch waiting for a sign he was allowed back in your bedroom

what started as a tactic to punish him after arguments, soon turned into just anytime he did something dumb

left the toilet seat up? manchild

didnt text you immedietely when he got somewhere to say he was safe? sharpest tool

forgot about your dinner date? my man on willpower

he slumps on top of you after an incredible, lengthy round with you, his heavy breathing tickling your ear in the best way possible. his muscles squeeze around your body, his lips enveloping yours as he pushes his softening cock in deeper for one last kiss to your cervix

you moan into the kiss, so blissfully in love with him and happy. you pull him closer to you -- if that's even possible -- your hands trailing down to his plump but muscular ass, giving it a squeeze. he chuckles as you grin devilishly, both of you gazing into each others eyes.

"huh, okay darlin', real cute," he sends you smirk that melts into your soul and makes your pussy clench on him.

"it's mine, and i love it," you sass at him.

"mmm," he nudges his nose against yours. "yes, it is, so i guess continue."

you giggle and it makes him grin, feeling himself fall for you again for like the tenth time that day

"c'mere, baby," he whispers before kissing you slowly, slipping his tongue into your mouth. you happily greet him, twisting yours with his. your hands glide back and forth from his back to his ass, occasionally scratching your nails

he pulls away, looking down at you," you're so beautiful."

you blush and look away before giggling,"now i'm horny again."

"d'aww, you ready to go again, girl?" you nod. "well, you'll have to wait about 10 minutes, y'know that, darlin'"

you whine and frown, which he immediately tries to soothe with kisses all over your face

"can i..." he stops and looks at you. "can i ride you even though you're soft?"

he lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head before wrapping his arms tightly around you and sitting up against the headboard, holding you firmly the entire time, which just makes you pussy flutter and heat up

you kiss him as he turns the tables on you, placing his hands on your ass and squeezing just how you like. you moan into his ear and grind against his cock which has now fallen out of you

you pull away and look down, admiring his softened manhood now covered in cum. he's a lucky son of a bitch because he's a grower and a shower, so you have more to work with for your little plan

"go ahead, sug, he can take it," he brings one of your hands up to his lips, giving it a kiss. you love that he's always down for anything when it comes to you.

you take hold of his cock, feeling the difference between when he's fully hard and now, which almost slips out of your grasp. he playfully scoffs at you when you lose your hold of it

"he's a lot softer now, huh? gonna need a firmer grasp," he leans back to let you figure out your next move

you take hold of him again, this time putting strength behind your grip, making him grumble. you look up worried but he nods for you to continue. you bring your hips closer to his and rub the tip of his cock against your clit making both of your gasp and shudder at the feeling, still sensitive from earlier, but you continue

you push him in as much as you can, letting go of your grip and letting your pussy take over. he sucks his teeth and lets out a deep breath, fingers digging deep into your thighs

"oooh, that sweet pussy's g'nna kill me someday," he breathes out. his abs flex under you as you set your hands on his shoulders

"do you want me to stop?" you look at him with your big, shiny eyes

"'course not, i said i can take it," he gives you a kiss. "if you're feelin' good keep goin'"

you nod and grind your hips slowly, testing the waters. by the fourth grind of your hips he slips out

"oh, oops"

"s'okay, try again"

you try to put him back but he slips out again. you sigh and pout, refusing to give up on what you want

"get that look off your face, doll. c'mon, i know you got this," he encourages, kissing your breast and taking the nipple into his mouth

"mmm, bri, i love you so much"

you start to grind your hips against him, rubbing your clit over his length. it sends little electric jolts through your body and pleasured gasps out of your mouth. he squeezes your hips, letting out gasps of his own, the stimulation too much and yet not enough

"how does that feel?" you ask

"it feels good darlin', don't stop"

you dig your hips deeper into him, biting your lip at how slick his cock is. he spanks your ass once - twice - thr- a few times before grabbing on tightly, for sure leaving bruises. he pushes his hip closer to you, his other hand pulling you towards him to rest your foreheads together

"feel good, baby? huh? like how my cock feels even when it's spent and tired?" he whispers

"always love your cock," you purr as you look into his eyes

you keep going until you feel that high you were chasing

"oh, bri, there it is!" you gasp. "i can feel it"

"yeahh, c'mon, cum on me," he chuckles softly

you wrap your arms around his biceps for balance and move your hips rhythmically, not even feeling tired anymore, your body entirely focused on the finish line

"you got it, dolly, you got it, c'mon..." he talks you through, admiring how ethereal you look completely blissed out while helping you ride

you place your hand on his pec and tap lightly, your silent signal to stop which he does immediately. he scoops your face up and brings it to him, kissing your lips as you weakly try to kiss back

"was that everything you needed?" he says so quietly you can barely hear him

"mhhmm"

"mmm, well i'm very glad" he kisses your shoulder before suddenly getting you on your back making you yelp

"bri?"

he kisses you sloppily, spreading your legs wide open and pining them down to the mattress, he sways his hips against you, letting you feel his cock wake up

"mmm, now i'm horny again," he teases, giving your cheek a wet kiss. he grinds his cock against you making you mewl and dig your nails into his back

earlier that week you had given him a heads up that you could feel an episode coming on and you weren't going to be of the same sound of mind. as toby always does, he assured you he would be there for you and he still loved you very much no matter what happens.

he hears you slam the bathroom door as you get unready from your date that took a harsh turn

"b-babe..." he starts, wanting to try a calm approach, show he isn't upset

you rip the door open so fast it startles him and makes him tick, "don't babe me, rogers. don't act like everything's okay"

you push past him into your bedroom, him following as quiet as he can

"i'm s-sorry, i haven't m-meant t,to upset you," he says

"oh, i know you haven't," you snap. "you think i'm stupid? i don't see what's happening!?"

he holds his hands up in defense but his face remains calm, "i don't think y-you're stupid. n,never. i w-wa-want you to know i'm here for y-you"

you roll your eyes and let out a groan of exasperation, "see, this! you make me feel worse! you're walking on eggshells around me like i'm a walking tornado, like i'm so dangerous to be around! like, like i'm too much!"

you hold your head in your hands, trying to catch your breath. toby takes a step forward which makes you take a step back. he nods and takes a step back as well, just so you feel comfortable.

"i d-don't feel that w-way at all, babe-," he starts to say

"that's a fucking lie!" you point at him. "you're doing it now! you're talking to me different, you're acting different, you take me to my favorite places as...as what, a way to try and calm me down!? am i too much for you!? do you want me to just leave!?"

"n-no, i just love sp-s-spoiling yo-ou, and i definitely don't w-want you to leave me," he lowers his hands. "you mean a lot t-to me, and i w-want you to feel happy"

"see, you're manipulating me! you're doing it so i can't get upset at you! do i have a reason to be upset at you? it feels like you're hiding something!" you wipe the tears streaming down your face and keep going, despite seeing the heartbreak in toby's eyes

"you're just using me! you don't even love me! you keep me around for your sick pleasure, like, here's someone who's so fucked up and desperate! is that what you think of me!?"

you pace back and forth, holding your arms to yourself, the hot, hot anger in your veins pumping rapidly. your stomach kept turning, making you feel worse by the second. toby's heart hurts from your words, not because he takes personal offense, but because you're so worked up and upset and angry and he hates that you feel like that

"i don't th-think any of those things. i'll n,never think any of those things. i'm not hiding anything from you. you can go through all of the things, none of it matters to me"

you can see his strain as he tries to not stutter, wanting his words to come through clearly

"i love you. i'll always love you," he takes a step forward. "i know i f-fuck up sometimes, and i'm glad y-you call me out. if i offended you, i truly d-didn't mean it, babe. cross m-my heart"

he crosses his heart as he looks into your eyes, his eyes soft and pleading. you feel enough of your anger subside to give him a nod of understanding, but your arms are still crossed and your body is still tense

"i've seen some of the w,worst humanity has t-to offer, and babe, you aren't an-nywhere near it. i w,wanna take care of you. i'll love all of you. and you aren't crazy, you know that?" the certainty and stillness in his voice brings you comfort. he takes a few more steps forward and reaches his hand out, patiently asking for yours. "don't ever feel like that. if you do, come to me"

you nod again, giving him your hand and letting him pull you into a hug. he holds you protectively, arms twitching as he loses the tension in his body

"i'll stay even if y-you do this everyd-day, y'know that"

he's fed up and decides to punish you, having you strip nude before tying your wrists to one of the posts at the foot of the bed and a makeshift bandana gag around your mouth, forcing you to sit on your knees

he makes you spread your legs for him so he can look at your precious pussy. then, he spanks you, 10 on each cheek, and 5 to your pussy. the problem is that by the time he's spanking your pussy you're dripping wet, moaning through the gag

you're enjoying this punishment too much

so he gives 10 more slaps on each cheek making them even redder but once he's done you start rubbing your pussy against his boot clad foot. he normally respects your rule of no shoes on in the house, but you love when he wears them when he punishes you because it adds to his dominance. that's also why he's still fully clothed, even has his mask on -- just halfway though, he knows you love to see his pretty smirk

"still haven't learned your lesson, huh, doll?" he purrs. you giggle and shake your head no, wanting this fun game to keep going. you start bouncing on his foot to emphasize your brattiness, head nudging his leg to get him to do something

"wanna keep being a brat?"

you look up at him with big eyes and nod your head for him to come closer. he leans forward with his guard up, knowing you're messing with him but he wants you to. he wants you to keep pushing him

once his face is near yours you whine through the gag, a pleading look on your face. your eyes flick down to the gag and back at him, signaling what you want. he complies wordlessly

"what'cha needa say?" he says with edge in his voice

but you don't respond, instead giggling before licking a big stripe up his cheek. you pull away and laugh, admiring the annoyed frown on his lips. he juts his jaw out and clicks his tongue, eyes rolling under the mask as he wipes his face

"mmm, alright, doll. think you're real cute?" he gives you an evil grin that makes your stomach twist and your smile fall

"i'm sorry bri-", you start but he moves the gag back into your mouth

"too late for sorrys, baby. now your punishment is gonna continue."

he stands up and slowly drags his foot out from under your pussy, nudging it with the toe for a split moment. he walks just outside your room where he pulls out his phone

"didn't wanna do this baby, but it looks like i gotta bring out the big guns..." he says in a tone that shows no remorse and let's you know that he's excited for what's coming

your heartbeat jumps and your eyes widen, realizing what he means

"mmm, mmm," you try to get his attention

"nope, too late, you wanna be a brat, well, i know someone who won't take that," he says as he presses "call" on his phone

it rings once, twice, three times... maybe you're in the clear and he's busy--

"hey, tim," your boyfriend says. crap.

"what's up?" tim says on the other line

"are you busy right now?"

"nah, just finishing something up now, what'd ya need?"

"i've got this little brat here who refuses to give up her bad attitude, figured you'd be able to help with that"

tim chuckles lowly, already imagining the position you're tied in

"yeah, i can help with that. i'll be there in 20."

your boyfriend hangs up and walks back into your room. he sits down on the bed next to you before lifting your head to look at him. you try to talk to him telepathically -- you've learned your lesson and you'll be a good girl and tim doesn't need to come over. but he just smirks triumphantly at your scared, desperate eyes

"tim will be here in 20."

you whine and shake your head

"no? you don't want tim here?" you shake your head again, trying to look as pathetic as you can so he'll take mercy on you. "but you were talking all that shit earlier, weren't you, baby?"

yeah...that's why you were in this position in the first place.

earlier, you were feeling a little horny, in need of your man and normally, he'd always be willing to give you what you want, but you had been at it the night before and in the morning, so he needed a break if he wanted to give it to you properly

and that's when you said, "well, if tim were here he wouldn't say no."

just to tease him. to see if he'd cave. he did not. instead, he just nodded his head and said, "i'll remember that."

you rolled your eyes and said, "aw, don't be like that. i'm just saying ever since you let him sleep with me he hasn't stopped getting into my pants."

which is true, it seemed every time tim came over he was willing to give you what you want. and brian was very glad for that, it's why he gave ya'll his blessing to do it in the first place, loving that his two favorite people got along so well, a fantasy he'd had for quite a while

but pit them against each other? absolutely not.

"mhm."

"ugh, come on, brian. i didn't mean it like that." you got up and went to go make lunch for the both of you. when he didn't get up and follow behind you turned to look at him

"you waitin' for me? or did ya want tim to come help you?" he says a little cold

"if he acts like less of a baby than you, maybe."

and now you're here, waiting for tim to come home.

while you wait brian keeps you sat on his foot, brushing it back and forth against your cunt, his hand tangled in your hair. he pulls at it randomly, keeping you on edge. it's quiet the whole time you wait, brian not saying anything to you and that's how you know there's no way to get out of this

click! slam!

you hear the front door open and close, fear and excitement swirling in your stomach. brian grins down at you, his teeth shining as he smugly says, "sounds like timmy's home..."

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his hand wraps around yours and it makes your heart flutter at how much bigger his is. you love staring at the way his veins bulge under his skin as he squeezes your hand. you like the way he rubs his thumb against your skin and the way it warms your heart when he kisses the back of your hand, your hands still interlocked

he likes to play with your fingers when he can, just mindlessly fidgeting, he finds a lot of comfort in it. and he likes feeling how small they are in between his own, how dainty and gentle you are compared to his rough, thick hands. he likes when you kiss his fingers, holding his hand between both of yours as you love on him

he loves to take his rings off and put them on you, toying with the way the glide and slide right off. sometimes he takes them off before grabbing your hand because he wants to feel closer to you, your skin touching his. you like him either way

watching tv on the couch, tim's body draped over your lower half between your legs, head rested on your stomach. your fingers tug and twirl his brown locks, enjoying the soft silky feeling of his freshly washed hair. his arms are wrapped around you, holding you still in his grip

as the tension of the show you're watching builds you feel your fingers twitch, craving something soft to release your tension. tim notices immediately when you nearly pull a chunk of his hair out. this isn't the first time he's let you play with him so intimately, but he loves making you beg for it

"whatcha need, sugar?" he asks not moving a muscle

"need to get my tension out..." you say softly, knowing he isn't gonna let you have it that easy

"yeah? how you need me to help?" you curse at him in your head, your eyes burning holes in the back of his head

"need to play with you..."

"you are, sugar, you got my hair right here," you can hear his smug smirk, so proud of himself

"that's not what i mean...need to touch you..."

"touch me...?"

"ngh, please, tim, i need your softness," you whine, embarrassment making your throat feel tight and your stomach turn. he clicks his tongue and playfully rolls his eyes, shaking his head at your meekness

"why're you so shy for? you know i'm gonna give it to ya," he says as he gets up before crawling on top of you, his chest now resting against yours, his ass in perfect reach

"i don't know...i just get scared that you'll judge me or--"

"now, why would i judge you when i like it just as much as you? if it makes you feel better i'll let you do anything, take it out on me, sugar. it's what i'm here for"

your hands paw and knead his plump cheeks, soon sliding beneath his jeans, your fingers digging into the meat of his ass. he lets out deep groans, his cock hardening against you as it always did when you groped him. you pull his cheeks apart, letting your hands glide over his skin, your heart warm and grateful to have a man willing to match your freak

he hums in pleasure as you wiggle and smack his ass, just mindlessly fidgeting with your favorite stress toy. he really does love when you touch him like this, it makes his head spin that he's the one being desired after, that you seemingly need his plump ass to function. maybe you do, because this is the fourth time this week you've asked to grope him, and who is he to deny his partner their fun?

it's when your fingers lightly drag against his hole that he grumbles, shifting in your arms biting his lip. nothing turns him on more than his lover admiring his body, something he never thought would happen for him. he always just sees some old fella in the mirror, decent muscles, and a charming face he knows isn't sore on the eyes, but nothing special, at least he thinks so. but you treat him like he's the most precious thing in the world, the most handsome man in the world -- i mean, you even whisper it to him while you play with him

"mm, that's my strong, sexy man..."

"god, love this body so much, can't belive i'm really so lucky..."

"oh, tim, you're the most perfect man, you're so amazing..."

he could listen to you mindlessly babble forever in his ear as you squish and scratch his ass, forever claiming him as yours

and he'd be lying if he said he hasn't been doing squats lately...or hasn't been purposefully wearing jeans a little too snug on him...or hasn't been going comando every time he's seen you so there's one less layer for you to slide your hands under, making the skin to skin contact easier...

something about your much softer hands touching on the one part of him that's still soft too makes him feel so connected to you, because god, he'd never let anyone do this with him, but he's just that head over heels for you

"how does that feel, big boy?" you whisper as you playfully poke at his hole, not delving any deeper, just wanting to make him squirm

"mm, love your hands, sugar, fuck, you know how to drive a guy crazy...." he murmurs before slowly adjusting his body so he's now face-to-face with you, both of your expressions blissed out and tranquil

"c'mere, gimme a kiss, baby," he leans down and locks his lips with yours, slow and passionate as his hips grind into you, your hands still clutching his ass

"why don't we continue this stress relief in the bed..."

boyfriend!toby that gives you the first sip of every drink you share together...

boyfriend!toby that likes your plushies and fidget/stim toys and he loves to hold onto them when he's having an episode...

boyfriend!toby that gets so excited to see you, throwing his arms around you and kissing your forehead on the spot...

boyfriend!toby that has your picture as his lock and home screen which he kisses like a soldier at war when he's on his missions...

boyfriend!toby who supports you know matter what you wanna try -- new hair do? new job? new hobby? "you g-got this, b-babe!"...

boyfriend!toby that likes to take you to the park, holding your hand as you walk along the trail or gazing at you bashfully as you sit next to the pond, your skin gleaming in the sun...

boyfriend!toby that sends you pictures of cute animals or cool bugs he sees when he's away...

boyfriend!toby that likes to wear your perfume/cologne, asking you to spritz some on him every time you put some on...

boyfriend!toby who likes to sit in your lap if you're not sitting in his...

boyfriend!toby who gets you matching bracelets, one in his fave colors and the other in yours...

Unfortunately, because of his line of work, Brian isn't able to take you on nice long trips, as much as he'd love to. It's just too risky, and he never has enough time. So, you settle on a day trip to a nearby beach just a few hours away.

In order to make the most of the day, his plan is to head out before the sun comes up. He loads up his truck with a cooler, tote bags full of snacks and beach gear, and anything else he thinks you might need. He's desperate for this trip to go on without a hitch, so he made sure to stock up on your favorite drinks and food, makes sure to bring extras of everything "just in case..." -- even brings a first aid kit because "you never know...".

Normally, he's laid back and doesn't plan so hardcore, but this is the first time he gets to take you out for an excursion and he is not going to let anything mess this up. He hates that he can't truly give you everything -- like a normal life -- but he'll do his damndest to still make you smile.

After he's got everything in the truck, he does a quick inspection, despite having done one the day before. He just needs to make sure his other baby is running just fine and won't leave ya'll stranded.

Once he's satisfied, he goes back inside and creeps into your shared bedroom, quietly crawling over to you still nestled in your blankets on the bed. He gently wraps his arm around you and pulls you close to his chest, his soft lips kissing your temple. You grumble, turning your face into your pillow not ready to wake up.

"Awh, c'mon, got the truck loaded up now. You can sleep on the way," he whispers, continuing to give you kisses -- his usual method of waking you up. You just look so pretty and peaceful, and it breaks his heart disturbing you, so he always goes the gentle route of getting you up. You whine and try to turn over but his grip on you is strong.

"C'mere," he says as he stands from the bed. He wraps you up in your blanket like a cocoon before lifting you up into his arms. You mewl and bury your face into him, hands clinging to his biceps as he carries you outside.

"So cute, you know that?" he says as he looks at you with pure adoration in his eyes.

"What time is it?" your voice is scratchy, just barely loud enough for him to register.

"Early," he says as he places you into the passenger seat.

"Mmm, just five more minutes...it's still dark out," you pout as he tucks you in, making sure every part of you is covered and warm.

"Darlin', if you wanna spend the day at the beach, gonna have to leave early," he says as he buckles your seat belt before kissing you on the forehead. "Now, how's that feel?"

"Cozy," you sigh sleepily, slowly starting to fall back asleep. He chuckles and kisses your cheek, turning to head back inside. "Mm, don't forget my--"

"Already got your bag in the back."

"Did you get my--"

"Your sun hat is in the back."

"Can you get--"

"I'm just about to grab you a pillow, don't worry," he squishes your sleepy cheeks, totally overcome by the feelings of love. "Can't have my peach uncomfy."

He goes inside and grabs the last few things before it's time to head out. He plays the radio softly as he drives, a big thermos of coffee clutched in his hand. Every so often he glances over at you still asleep. It feels like a dream come true finally getting to take his peach out for a trip.

He always loves having you in his truck with him, it just makes everything feel real. He doesn't know how to explain it, but having the best thing in his life in the same truck he's spent some of his worst moments in just makes him feel like everything is okay. That there is still pure love and happiness in this world, and there's still softeness for him.

When you do wake up you're about halfway to your destination. You two talk about nothing in particular as you eat the muffins and fruit he brought. When you start getting ready in the small mirror of the sun visor he drives a little more careful, not wanting you to poke your eye out or something as you do your skincare routine.

"You look so stunning, peach," he says with his classic charming smirk on his lips.

"Thank you, Bri," you say, pulling his free hand up to your lips to kiss.

As you arrive at the beach your bodies are buzzing with excitement. Lord knows how long it's been since Brian's gone on a trip for leisure or fun so he nearly leaps out of the truck once it's in park.

Ever the gentleman, he races around to open your door, helping you hop down before bringing you in for a passionate kiss that catches you off guard. You smile as you kiss him back, already liking how relaxation looks on him.

You find a nice quiet spot away from the other beach goers. You lay out the big picnic blanket you brought and set your bags and cooler down so the blanket won't blow away. When your spot is set up, you go into the truck and change into your swimsuit and cover up.

"Well, shoot, don't you look like a dream," he says as he watches your body shine and glisten in the sun. "You wear this for me?"

God, he just loves to flirt with you. Doesn't matter you're already his, he's a smart man and he knows one way to keep the spark alive is by always winning you over, he needs you to know how desired and wanted you are.

"You're not looking too bad yourself, sir," you say as you fingers lightly caress his exposed torso. It's rare to see Brian wearing so little clothing in public, but for you (and because of this heat) he made sure to wear one of his short sleeve button ups (with the buttons undone😮‍💨) and a pair of red swim trunks.

"Mm, better stop peach, 'fore the people get a show they ain't ready for," he tilts your chin up with his index finger and kisses you slowly, teasing you as his tongue lightly pokes at your lips. You softly moan into the kiss as his hands squeeze at your hips.

"Pretty peach, actin' like I didn't give it to you so good last night," he murmurs making your face flush.

"Briii, stop, you're making me hot and bothered now," you pull away and sit down on the blanket, not actually wanting to get down and dirty at the beach (with all these people around).

"Shouldn'ta wore such a pretty outfit, then," he says as he sits next to you.

And of course, the sensual vibes don't stop there. He "helps" you put on sunscreen, and by "help", I mean he does it for you. He squirts some of the lotion into his hands before warming it up and applying it onto your skin. And, hey, it's not his fault his hand slipped! "I mean, you do need coverage everywhere, doll!"

But when it's your turn to apply some on him, oh boy do the vibes change, because for some reason, your rough and tough man is also so very ticklish. His arms, neck and face are fine, his back he twitches and jumps a few times, but when it's time to put some on his chest and stomach he's just a ball of giggles.

"C'mon, Bri! I don't want you to burn!"

"I'll be okay!," he laughs, your hands running up and down his sides.

"How did I not know you were this ticklish?"

"I usually--" he cuts himself off with a full-bellied laugh as your hands rub the lotion into the skin of his tummy. "Baby, please! I usually just hold it in!"

Your eyes soften at the sight of your man. His face is red from both trying to hold in his laughter and failing to do so. His smile is unlike most you've seen him give you -- no lust, no charm, no hidden meaning, just pure happiness.

When you're both adequately protected from the sun, you decide to go for a walk by the water, hand in hand as your feet leave footprints in the damp sand. He brings your hand up to his every now and again to kiss, giving you the sweetest eyes as he does so.

"I've dreamed of this moment since I met you," he says as the two of you sit on the picnic blanket, hungrily devouring the sandwiches you made the night prior.

"You've dreamed of eating sandwiches with me?" you say with a shit eating grin.

He rolls his eyes and clicks his teeth, "I'm tryna be sweet and you're just teasin' me."

"Noo, no, I know what you mean, Bri."

"I've just wanted to give you everything, and today it feels like i can."

You two continue to eat in comfortable silence, your hands occasionally intertwining in the chip bag you share.

After lunch, he lays down on the blanket, your body curled next to him as you take a small, much-needed nap. Normally, he wouldn't dream of letting his guard down, but your snores paired with the warmth of the sun and the soundtrack of nature lull him to sleep (and also he's got one of his hand guns in the picnic basket right next to ya'll). The gentle sounds of the breeze rustling the trees and the waves splashing against the shore are mesmerizing, he doubts he'll ever feel so at ease again.

When you awake to the alarm on your phone, you notice most of the people have either left or gone further down to the rowdier part of the beach. You decide to take advantage of the emptiness and finally get in the water, just for a little bit. You strip off your cover up, Brian letting out a loud wolf whistle that causes you to bashfully cover yourself.

"Noo, come on, lemme see that pretty body, peach," he brings your hands away as his eyes run up and down your form. "Mm, that's the nicest view here."

"Shut up, Bri," you playfully slap at his chest. He shrugs off his shirt and takes your hand in his, leading you to the water.

The coldness shocks you at first, too accustomed to the warmth of the sand. Once you make it to where the water hits your waist, Brian pulls you close to his chest. He holds you firmly as the waves crash against the shore and your bodies. He looks around, noting all of the people far away and the emptiness around you. Nothing but gorgeous shades of blue, and green, and tan. It feels like he's inside of the logo on your suncreen bottle.

"Y'know, baby--" he starts but is interrupted by his body suddenly hitting the water. He sinks down completely submerged for a split second before resurfacing. He wipes the water from his eyes, fear creeping up that something is about to ruin his perfect day, until he sees the way your eyes shift as your grin widely, attempting to back away. You. Of course.

His eyes lock on your body as you giggle, trying to apologize half-heartedly but it's too late. Like a tiger stalking it's prey, he inches closer slowly before he pounces at you, wrapping you up in his arms as he pulls you under the water with him. He lets you go when you're underwater, allowing you to resurface. As you gasp for breath he chuckles, "You didn't think I'd let you get away, did'ya?"

You respond by splashing water in his face which makes him retaliate immediately, a splash fight ensuing. As the two of you laugh and play, a warmth settles in Brian's heart. He already knew you were the one, but times like these prove to him you were meant to be. He hasn't had fun like this...maybe ever, and he never wants to again if it's not with you.

He picks you up bridal style, holding you tightly in his arms before tossing you into the water. He does this a couple times, loving the squeals of excitement you make. After a bit more playing, you decide to dry off.

He wraps you up in a big, comfy towel before covering himself. You sit on the blanket, chugging water and watching the sun begin to lower.

"This has been the best day ever," you say, laying your head on his shoulder.

"I'm very glad you had fun, darlin'," he rests his head against yours, never wanting this to end.

But unfortunately, it has to.

You load everything back into the truck, but not before taking some pictures together. He even records you collecting seashells with his camera.

"Show me what ya got," he says, zooming into the shells in your hand.

"Well, this one is really cool, its multicolor and has a part of it broken off, but it's so pretty I don't care," you say, holding the shell up to the lens. "And this one, I got cause I like the color of it, how it sparkles. And this one, I got for Tim cause it looks like a cigarette. And this one, I wanna put on a necklace."

"That'll look real nice on ya," Brian grins down at you. He leans over the camera and kisses you sweetly.

As you put your new treasures in the glovebox for safekeeping (right next to his other hand gun), Brian climbs into the driver's seat, mentally preparing for the long road home.

"Can we stop somewhere for food? I'm totally craving a burger," you say as your now tired body melts into the seat.

"Of course, darlin'," Brian says as he reverses out of his parking spot. "Anything for you..."

He places his hand on your thigh, his thumb running across your skin soothingly. You lean over the console and kiss his cheek, whispering a soft a "i love you" into his ear.

He squeezes your thigh as he whispers back, "i love you too."

As you drive through the evening, a comforting feeling sets in Brian -- home really is where the heart is, and his heart is always with you.