#baxter dlc

A bit late but this year, I was finally able to draw a birthday art for one of my top visual novel love interests of all time, the one and only Mr. B&W!

#needthat

Reference used below :D

(Jump ahead to the line section if you don't care about any intro or background)

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(I believe the artist is MELLodrawmatic)

Oh god... it had been an entire summer nearly of Baxter and tonight was the night you were going to get this mysterious man in a room alone and explore him.

At the beginning of the summer, you had met Baxter alongside your best friend, Cove, and although he was wary of him, you were oddly charmed by Baxter. Maybe it was how forward he was with his flirtations, how you could tell there had to be some major fault underneath his near perfectly (and perhaps rehearsed) introduction to you two, or maybe just how physically alluring he was, but you knew you wanted to know more. It wasn't difficult after your first time arranging plans to want to hang out with him more- especially since he classified the day as a date and he asked you out at the end.

You questioned his intentions at first because although he was attractive and questionably refined, there was always that feeling he had kept you at arms length. Was that because of some underlying insecurity? Was it him not knowing you well enough? Whatever it was, once you committed yourself to being in a (momentary) relationship with him, you were going to make the most of it.

You had been on a boat with him, a fancy bar-acting excursion, planned an entire surprised birthday party with him, gone to the beach and to an ice-cream truck and watched fireworks with him, and now a hiking trip. While you had managed to sneak kisses and an occasional make-out with him, he seemed indirectly closed off with being more intimate than that. You questioned if it wasn't the right moment, if you weren't attractive enough, if he just didn't want to risk being caught, but all the rules were off the table and the cards were on. You'd seen him break, seen him be oddly vulnerable, helped him overcome some fears, and explored places with him, now was as best of a time than ever to try and go further- especially when he mentioned before your trip that he might... forget the boundaries your parents set once you got to the hotel with him if you didn't particularly want to follow them either.

You were kind of surprised that Liz and your parents let you go, but you were more than glad because the opportunity to be alone with your boyfriend, even if he got two rooms, it was a time you needed for yourself too. It was the summer of your graduation and things after this season were sure to change for pretty much everyone in your life- you as well, so here you came.

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You two had come back from a hike and although it was fun and refreshing, it also had worn you. You were more than ready to kick off your boots and switch into a looser shirt and shorts- god knew your legs were strained from the walking as well. You had only the rest of today and the morning before you both had to leave, so if there was any chance at making a move, it would be tonight.

You two had finished your dinners and he suggested returning downstairs for a drink, and although you were tired, this left another opportunity. He wasn't as tired as you needed him to be yet- or rather he wasn't as unguarded as you needed him to be to make such a big move.

You agree to his proposal, then finally meet Baxter downstairs in your relaxed clothing; he seems to be just as pleased to see you as you are of him. He gives you a thoughtful once-over, careful not to be too forward with his gaze before returning it to his cup of tea.

"Hey, glad you could make it" He begins softly, sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace.

He offers you the chance to grab yourself a beverage off to the side, and you politely take a cup of iced water, not wanting to settle down too long in this loft.

Baxter begins to calmly reminisce briefly about his life back in Oregon, about how the atmosphere was completely different than in Sunset Bird but then mentions his difficulty with gaining friends. It was light small talk, which you don't mind, considering you are interested in his past regardless if you want to get in his pants.

You manage to find a moment to nestle up against Baxter on the couch, and he welcomes your affection easily. Although it was the late hours Baxter thrives in, you could tell in the softness of his shoulders that the day had worn him out as well. It was the soft, but the distinct scent of him makes you forget Sunset Bird, the feeling of his shirt, the soft brush of his hair against your head. The simple gesture of him leaning his head down against yours was what turns your initial lust into something more affectionate- not that it was ever solely just about the act itself.

He brings up not too long after that you both can't stay downstairs all night, and although the meeting was brief, it was what you wanted.

"Hey, um, you could... come to mine for a bit. If you want." You offer gently, your hand beginning to softly take hold of the handle to your room after the pair of you make it back to your hotel room hallway.

"What, missing me already? As much as I hate to say goodnight, it wouldn't be sensible to continue our tryst any later." He responds smoothly.

Of course his refined demeanor was still as sharp as usual.

You give him a look, then you lean your hip against the door, turning the knob. "Come in." You say more softly, leaving less room for argument.

His entire expression shifts into something serious for a few seconds, then into a soft smirk that unmistakably understands what you're getting at. "I see."

As soon as you have him in the dim lighting of your hotel room, 194, you shut the door by pressing his back against it, to which he lets out a soft sound of effort, but his smile doesn't falter as he looks into your eyes, his hands already pressing into your waist.

As soon as you drag him in here, his mouth was on yours and yours was on his. He likes his hands on you and you can tell easily by how they reverently ghost up your sides, then when one shifts to cradle the back of your neck sweetly. He likes your hands on him just as much, the more insistent pull of yours against his collar, a plea for him to stay with you- stay close and understand what you want from him.

The soft but insistent kisses with your tongues brushing against one another briefly jogged your mind of the memory back when you found that ice-cream truck with him, how he asked to try your ice cream but had to always be one-step ahead and only when you had just taken a dollop of it in your mouth, did he lower your jaw to kiss you hotly in the back of your group walking on the sidewalk to get a taste. Except this time you guys were dry... kind of, and the moment was so much more... right. Everything about this moment felt right.

The only light that illuminates the room was the moons cast through the windows, the slightly cold temperature of the hotel was just right to feel the temperature of his hands get warmer, and there was a deep quietness in the room save for his soft breaths against your face and the rustle of clothing as you both run your hands along each others torsos.

There was a perfectly good bed behind you, but something was telling you to keep him here, don't move too quickly or else he'll rush away like a stray. So you did. You kept pressing your lips to his, and his body was welcoming against yours. You can feel the way his hands press into your skin, how they silently tell you that how you were working him, easing him into your request was working. As much as he wanted this to be nothing, quick, it was undeniable at this point that he likes kissing you, he likes your fingers in his hair, your soft noises into his mouth, and how much his body certainly likes it too...

You begin to notice the subtle shift in his pants as you keep pressing your chest into his and softly biting at his lips. You grip his collar once more and begin to take a few steps backwards. A soft "Easy..." from him reminds you of how to treat the situation, and you let out a soft hum into his neck as you lick his pale skin and leave soft kisses against it. He lets out a strained sigh and his eyebrows furrow together when you lower your head and pull his collar to the side, giving yourself an area of access he didn't typically show off. As soon as your lips close around his soft skin, he feels a rush of arousal he didn't know that would make him feel, earning you an unfiltered moan that his eyes snap open to.

"S-sorry, I don't know what came o..over me." He manages out, but his speech slows between words as your wet tongue and lips focus on the sensitive area.

"Don't be. That was perfect." You whisper quietly into the wet skin, then leave the area with another lick, then kiss your way across his neck to the other side to test if it was equally as sensitive. Sure enough, it was.

"F.." He begins, and when he hears a soft hum come from you and vibrate into his shoulder, he lets go, "Fuck..."

He was right where you wanted him, and now you were going to ease him further. You both had paused in the middle of the room, but with a few more steps back, the back of your knees hit the bed, which made you slowly turn him and press him against the mattress instead.

"Y/N-" He looks up at you as one of his hands presses down into the mattress behind him, but your hazy expression stops him for a moment. He considers how hard he already is and how wet you presumably are.. and he almost thinks better of letting you keep going, but he can feel the tension. The way your hands still splay against his chest, itching to delicately undo those buttons down his front. He can visibly see your pretty chest rising and falling against his own moving chest. He wishes he didn't want you as bad as he did right now.

"Baxter," You begin, then you give him two soft kisses, "please don't pull away now. This is perfect- you're perfect." You nearly plead him.

"Don't resort to that," He interrupts with a soft, amused huff, "you've got me in-" He swallows, "a moment that you're making me find it profusely hard to say no in"

You hold yourself back from unclothing his chest but it took a lot. You could feel his grip ever-so-slightly tightening on your waist, and it kills you not to just shut him up and push him down against the bed.

"I'm clearly not doing a very good job of pulling away, but I need to know this is actually what you want," he begins, and gives you a short kiss to reassure you he is still in the moment, then he eases back on the mattress, sitting, so his hand can come up to your cheek, "Or is the moment just getting the better of us and you'll regret this tomorrow."

You would be frustrated he asked this if you didn't understand where he was coming from, but you did. "I've waited so long, Baxter. I want to know this side of you too.." You begin, then with a lingering kiss, you begin to gently unfasten the button at the top of his shirt, "You should know better than to question my choices this far into our relationship."

With a small hum against your lips and a hint of vulnerability in his expression, he let you press further. Your fingers, beginning slowly, pick up their pace given his permission and reveal his chest as your kisses work their way hotter, quicker, noisier.

He shamelessly lets his hands run under your shirt, and after he is able to slide his arms out from his sleeves, he raises your shirt as well. The permission he gave you a moment ago was just as much permission he gave himself too- he seemed much more eager and willing now to press on.

When his eyes open to be met with your chest, he inhales sharply, his pupils filling his brown eyes for a few seconds, taking in the soft shape and curve of your chest, then he gazes up at you as he leans forward to press his face against your bra. That was.. a sight. Baxter Ward, hard, pupils blown, hair messy, and his head craning up to look at you from below.

Your hand came to his hair as his arms encircled your body, keeping you close to him, "What is it?" You ask softly, almost like you were asking a pet what was wrong.

He lets out another soft breath, then turns his head down to kiss right between your breasts, slowly, warmly, then he looks up at you again.

"You're beautiful." His deep voice replies resolutely- and he means it. He is going out with you because he does find you beautiful, intelligent, fun, and talkative, but being able to unclothe you and to be met with another sight like this was just one thing on top of the many other perks of being with you.

You lean your body against his face and whisper a soft "Thank you." He presses on and moves his kisses down the line of your stomach, murmuring sweet-nothings and compliments into your skin, then works your jeans with his fingers and slowly pulls them down.

He, although working thoughtfully and slowly on you, doesn't waste time, and pulls your underwear down with your jeans at the same time, allowing him the privilege of your scent to fill the air. He presses his head into your stomach for a moment as he continues to pull your pants past your thighs, taking in you in.

You wonder if he was questioning what his next move should be, or if he really was just taking you in, but as he stood up and had you standing with your back to the bed, you could only wait as he then sinks to his knees in front of you, his hands running along your bare thighs. He eyes you affectionately, more confidently now, sensing your slight nerves.

"Sweet thing," He murmurs with a smile into your knee, then he urges you to hold on to the bed with one hand, "if you need me to stop, please, don't hesitate. The last thing I want is for you to walk out of this with a poor experience," he reassures you.

"Now," he added with a soft inhale along your skin, "tell me my good girl wants me to take care of her."

You were nearly stunned. The sudden pet name, the demand, the confidence- he didn't have this a moment ago. "Baxter-" you begin with a quiet shudder at his breath so close to your heat.

"Y/N." He sounds firm as he repeats, "tell me you want me to please you, I want to hear it."

You have to close your eyes for a second, but nod, noticing how he was slowly shifting one of your legs over his shoulder. "Yes, Baxter- I want you to g-" before you could finish, his tongue was pressed deep into your folds, not bothering to sample you, rather committing to your body like he was making a promise to finish you like this. Your eyes shot down to his face as you gasp, but his eyes are closed, focusing, as his nose presses up against your pelvis, his tongue licking up your surface to taste all your arousal that was waiting for him.

He lets out a soft exhale as he swallows once, his eyebrows turning down in an almost pleading manner whilst his eyes remain closed, focused on lapping up the remaining overflow of your arousal before giving any direct attention to your clit. You are glad he put your leg over his shoulder for stability and your hand was behind you on the bed, because you felt your knee nearly buckling below you at the rush of pleasure his tongue brought to your body.

You let out a huff, but it was more of a moan as your other hand reaches over to press down on his head, not quite sure if you wanted him to pull away because you already need to breathe, or if you were trying to keep him close and prevent him from pulling away too far.

"Oh fuck!" You breathe into the air, a string of moans leaving you as his tongue begins tracing soft movements around your sensitive nerves. It had been a minute since you had touched yourself, much less had someone else help you, and it was working against how long you wanted to hold out for because you can tell if he keeps circling your nerves, just that, just for a little while longer, you would quickly come undone.

"N- Baxter-" You begin, a desperate moan leaving your throat as you grip his hair, "I can't keep going like this..." you trail off quieter as you force yourself to lean back on your other hand holding you up on the mattress.

His eyes open as his tongue continues folding against itself to lick over your clit, occasionally giving it a gentle suck. He tilts his head down a little, giving your lower-half a much needed break, as much as you still crave attention. "Yeah? Are you suggesting should I stop?" He asks, but he just wants to tease you at this point.

"Fuck, stop it-" you breathe out, your chest rising and falling, not bothering to look down at him, "I'm saying.. I'm gonna finish really fast if you keep doing that-"

"Well if it's just those ministrations, allow me to change them," he proposes, then slides two fingers up between your legs after tilting his head back a little and attaching his lips back on you, humming softly. Your eyes widen once more, your body working against you as it arches and your hand presses him more firmly against you.

"Baxter- God, that's not-" you begin once more, but with the following swirls of his tongue coupled with his fingers and hums, you break against him, your leg over his shoulder tightening and your body tensing as he quiets and gently feathers your clit with his tongue until you ask him to stop. He stares up at you as he waits with his tongue bared for your liquids to stream down against it- like he's entitled to it, like he's fully and properly earned it.

You breathe shakily as you come down, your eyes slowly opening to watch as he swallows and licks up what he wants from you, finally satisfying his current need and letting your leg drop from his shoulder. He rises up and has you get on the bed as he does as well, one hand working to take off his own pants. You were overwhelmed, but that absolutely doesn't mean you want to stop- in fact, you were more than glad to pay him some personal attention and get back at him when you stop trembling.

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and i love you.

19yo baxter my worstie <33 (pls i love him sm)

my moot @maybeanartist02 told me that baxter reacts in a pretty interesting way if you tell him that you volunteer and this is one of the things he says. pls his reaction is everything, it's so fun skfhskjfshsdfjs just when i think i know everything about baxter ward i learn 5 new things in one playthrough,,,

i've been thinking about this line for days so i had to get it out of my system somehow (o/////o " ) this started out as a simple doodle omg

clothes ref i found on pinterest below!

"So, is it too late to ask for that dance?"

I'm writing these infos down here for anyone who wants to know!

Dances Baxter is good at/trained in

Waltz (no surprise there since it's his favorite)

Tango (it's a dramatic dance and he's a dramatic man so it fits)

Foxtrot (he is excellent at the footwork)

Rumba (He executes it well)

Dances Baxter isn't as good/trained in

Salsa (Some of his steps are rather clumsy while others he was intently focused on)

Swing (the dance is difficult for him but he's up for the challenge)

Merengue (He moves unpracticed and probably struggles with the under arm turns)