#are you gonna TELL me you’re putting the remote over here if I wanna put something on?

[lavender-femme]

We love when friends are passive aggressive and simply don’t communicate with you but then act like something is wrong HELLO I am not a mind reader and I’m not in the fucking mood to play games!!! If something is wrong then you need to fucking tell me so I can fix it!!! So I can adjust whatever I’m doing accordingly!!! Just fucking communicate!!! Why is it so hard?????

[turcott3]

https://www.tumblr.com/turcott3/752590033230413824/listen-here-my-concept-on-matt-was-being-a-good

This was so so sooo good I’m already anxious for another part

second, first

matt rempe x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, kissing, smut, oral sex female receiving, unprotected sex, and copious amounts of fluff!!!!!

part 1 and masterlist

matt was coming over tonight, just like he did on the same day every week. this was gonna be the first time you’d seen him since he’d taught you how to, to be frank, suck dick. you were nervous because you knew what today was. you promised him last time that the next time you saw him would be the time you went all the way, because that’s what you said you wanted.

that scared you.

not because you didn’t trust him, you trusted him more than anything in the world, or that you didn’t want to, of course you wanted to, you were just scared that maybe he’d changed his mind. maybe he didn’t wanna have sex with you anymore.

oh my god, what if he didn’t?

what if he comes and tells you he doesn’t want to move forward? or what if he forgot, what if he’s talking to someone else? what if he doesn’t even show u-

your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of loud taps on your front door, shoving you back into reality.

“hi.” you smile lightly, one of his hands behind his back.

“hi y/n, i got this for you while i was on my way here. picked the best one” he says, presenting a single rose and handing it to you, showing you to the part of the stem that had no thorns. as cliché as it is, your heart melted at the thought.

“awe matt this beautiful, thank you so much.” you reply.

“of course,” he smiles stepping into your apartment, pulling you to his chest.

“i’m making dinner.” you smile as he follows you into the kitchen.

“i love me a women that cooks.” he smirks, a blush spreading across your face. he finds one of the vases from your cabinets and puts the rose in a fair amount of water, placing it on your counter.

“and don’t worry, there’s plenty for both of us,” you say, finishing up your cooking. you were sure to start early so that it’d be ready when he arrived, but also to help soothe your nerves.

you sat together on the couch watching a movie after you’d both finished your meal. you found yourself comfortably under his arm, your head leaned on his shoulder. two weeks ago, you’d never imagine being in this position. you couldn’t tell if it was awkward or if there was any sort of negative tension. you sat there, toying with the hem of his shorts as a way to calm your nerves. you were sat cuddled up with your childhood best friend who you were now certain that you wanted more from.

you wanted him and no one else.

“you okay?” he asks quietly, leaning his head down closer to your ear.

“oh uh, yeah i’m okay.” you reply with a week smile. quickly, he picks up the remote and pauses the movie, removing his arm from you. suddenly, you were picked up and moved, straight onto his lap. he gave you a moment to adjust, straddling his hips innocently.

fuck.

“what up with you? you’re acting so shy and quiet.” he asks again, hands placed lightly on your thighs.

“nothing matt, i swear.” you reply, making spotty eye contact with the boy.

“y/n, look at me. if you’re nervous, just tell me okay? i’m not here to embarrass you or anything like that. you know that.” he continues, thumbs rubbing lightly across the skin of your legs.

“i am nervous. i’ve been anxious since i woke up this morning.” you admit tearfully.

“come here.” he coos, pulling you to his chest, nuzzling your head under his chin.

“we don’t have to do anything if you’re not ready sweet girl.” he says, rubbing his hands soothingly up and down your back as you collected yourself for a few minutes.

“no no i do want to matt, i just-“ you paused briefly.

“tell me.” he pushes gently.

“my first time was so long ago that i feel like it’s just fizzled away, i don’t remember what it felt like. it feels like it’s my first time all over again. i’m nervous i won’t do it right.” you say sitting up.

“it’s your second, first.” he smiles, trying to crack you, which of course ended up working.

“which is why i’m so scared.” you sigh.

“don’t be scared y/n, i got you.” he replies with a sweet smile, wiping the short tears that ended up falling.

“i know.” you smile as he presses a sweet kiss to your cheek.

“do you wanna go to your bed?” he asks softly and you nod as he picks you up, carrying you back to your room, just like he’d done before. you laid your head on his shoulder as you watched the living room disappear behind your doorway. he pushes the door shut quietly, laying you down on your bed gently, connecting your lips for the first time tonight. that same feeling from last time kicked in in an instant. you wrapped your arms around, behind his neck holding him close to you. he pulls away only a few inches.

“are you ready for me?” he asks and you nod.

“i didn’t forget what you wanted by the way.” he giggles, remembering that you’d said you wanted him to perform the same actions on you, that you did on him.

“you didn’t?”

“of course not, how could i?” he laughs standing up removing his shirt as you pulled your sweats off. you stripped evenly, just as you had before, once again down to just your underwear. he reconnected your lips, his hands wandering down your torso and around your back, goosebumps trailing his rough hands. his fingers find their way under the band of your underwear, not budging yet.

“is this okay?” he asks, lightly tugging down on your panties.

“yes.” you replied nervously as he carefully pulled them down, tossing them to the side. he pulls you by your ankles closer to the end of your bed.

“tell me if you want to stop.” he says before kissing up your inner thigh, his hands gripped on the outside of them. you grew wet as the heat of his breath grew closer to your pussy and gasped as his tongue made careful contact. your hands balled up the sheets in your fists.

“oh fuck.” you groan, squeezing your eyes shut. you couldn’t believe how he was making you feel. his tongue swirling and sucking on your clit, pushing you further along than you ever thought you could. you grew impossibly hornier as you looked down and locked eyes with the brunette who was tongue deep in your wetness. this moment of eye contact didn’t last long as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your orgasm coming incredibly close.

“matt.” you moaned, tugging on the boys hair as he continued, his lips sucking one last time before pulling away, your wetness soaking his face. you yanked him by his wrists back to you, anxiously attaching your lips, not carrying that his face was buried between your legs just seconds ago.

“fuck that was hot.” he giggles pulling away.

“you’re hot.” you reply shoving him away giggling.

“are you sure you want to keep going?” he asks.

“yes, i’m sure.”

“okay baby, all you need to do is just relax. lay there looking fucking beautiful and i’ll guide you through everything, just like he should’ve done the last time. that okay?” he asks, unclasping your bra with ease, helping you tug it off your arms. you nod your head vigorously in response.

“no, use your words y/n. i need to hear you say that it’s okay.” he says tossing the bra onto the floor.

“yes matt, that’s okay.” you respond loving his pushy thoughtfulness. you truly felt protected and cared for by him, in every possible scenario. you’d never felt more comfortable. he made sure you were safe and went out of his way to make the night about you, just like last time.

“okay.” he smiles, leaning down to kiss you once again before removing his boxers, revealing his already hard cock. you’d almost forgotten how big he actually was. you went wide eyed as he jerked himself off a few times, growing impossibly harder.

“baby, eyes up here. just look at me okay. i don’t want you to be nervous.” he says lowly, your eyes diverting to his brown ones.

“i’m scared that it’s gonna hurt matt, you’re so big.”

“i won’t hurt you angel, i wouldn’t dream of it. i’ll go slow. remember, this is about you and your body, not mine.” he says positioning himself above you, running his thick cock through your soaking folds.

“tell me when you need a second.” he says.

“okay.” you reply as you gripped onto his biceps. slowly, he pushed his tip into you, earning an audible hiss from you. he stops abruptly and pulls away for a moment.

“relax. just breathe okay, it’s gonna be fine.” he giggles, knowing that he couldn’t push further until you fully relaxed your body.

“sorry.”

“don’t apologize. you can trust me baby, i promise.” he repeats, reaffirming why you’d chosen him to share this intimate moment with. he repeats his action, pushing his head in a little bit further, your grip on his biceps growing stronger. he pushes a little bit further, a bit of his shaft entering as well.

“stop.” you say gritting your teeth.

“take your time y/n. no rush.” he says as you nod for him to push further. you still felt sharp pain but chose to power through, allowing him to finally bottom out, not yet moving further. you felt full, no more room for a single other inch.

“okay you can move, just go slow.” you say and he nods, beginning to retract his hips, that feeling of fullness disappearing as his cock slid out of you. it hurt almost as badly as he thrusted back into you slowly, your hands moving to his cheeks, pulling him to your lips, distracting yourself from the subsiding pain. his thrusts became slightly quicker, just as deep and thorough as before. you only broke apart the kiss when a moan was ripped from your throat, euphoria washing over your body.

“that’s my girl.” he giggles above you before tucking his head into your neck, sucking and upping on the skin of your neck as his hips snapped into you smoothly. the sound of skin slapping started to catch up to the volume of your moans.

“god matt, you feel so fucking good.” you whine as you tug on his hair, his head still nuzzled under your chin, his hands now placed underneath your back, holding you flush against his chest. you tugged him away from your neck locking eyes with him as his thrusts somehow became deeper and harder.

“fit so perfect around me.” he grunts out, reattaching your lips. his kisses started to feel like oxygen to you. like you couldn’t function unless your lips were on his. you couldn’t believe the feelings he gave you. they were so complex, yet you knew exactly what you were feeling toward him. you felt so taken care of by him, even in this moment. he paid attention to detail putting your pleasure first.

“i think im gonna cum.” you moan, squeezing your eyes shut.

“come on baby, let go for me. cum on my cock.” he says, his hips snapping sharply into you, your moans moving up an octave. instantly, you felt your whole body relax. shockwaves of pleasure shuttering through your body as you shook vigorously through your orgasm.

“such a good girl.” he says lowly, fucking you all the way through your high.

“i’m getting close.” he grunts as you smile, enjoying the feeling of your orgasm fizzling away as you were fucked right through it, sad once the feeling of his cock disappeared from inside you.

“oh fuck.” he moans, spurting his climax onto your stomach, jerking himself dry. he stays over you for a moment catching his breath.

“stay right here, okay? i’m gonna clean you up.” he says and you nod as he walked to the bathroom, returning with a damp rag, carefully wiping away the cum from your lower abdomen. the two of you climbed under the covers facing each other.

“i give you an A+ on the munch.” you joke and he laughs.

“i’m glad it was good.” he giggles.

“matt it was more than good. everything was fucking incredible. god it felt so fucking good.”

“that’s exactly what you deserve y/n.” he replies with a light giggle, moving your hair off of your face.

“like you don’t understand, i’ve never felt that, fuck i don’t even know how to say it. i’ve never felt that cared for in my life.” you giggle, interlocking your fingers with his.

“i love you y/n,” he starts, startling himself, “oh shit did i just say that out loud?” he giggles, covering his mouth quickly, the two of you laughing together.

“i love you too matt.” you reply.

“for real?” he responds, eyes wide.

“yes matt, i fucking love you.” you say, placing your hands on his cheeks before turning him over and climbing onto his lap.

“oh my gosh, i don’t even know what to say.” he says, blushing nervously.

“don’t get all nervous on me now.” you giggle as he pulls you to his chest.

“and you’re never gonna have to go without me ever again.” he says into your hair, kissing you on the head.

your heart melted at the sound of his voice reassuring you that you’d never have to go another day without his love for you. you’d never felt more content in your life and you couldn’t believe you’d finally found a love that you’d always dreamed of, with someone you’d known your entire life.

it was right in front of you all along.

had you been ignoring your feelings all this time? or was this new?

you didn’t know, nor did you care at this point because you knew you’d found the love of your life. the search was finally over.

-

[toxicanonymity]

🔥 tinder

3.5k / stepdad!joel x f!reader / stepdad master

A/N: Picks up after Fandango. Nothing has happened with the Mom before this, so ignore that hypothetical drabble.

Warnings: I8+ smut, mdni. stepcest, big girthy age gap, angst. jacking off, groping, oral F receiving. P in V but not with each other. cheating on each other, kind of. graphically overhearing your mom and him have sex :(. Joel's state of mind when he did it.

"Firm handshake," Joel says, then takes a seat on the other side of you.  Joel’s extra aftershave wafts into your nostrils and makes you tingle.  He asks about your date.  Jacques leans forward with his elbows on his knees to tell Joel about where you went for dinner and what you guys had. You glance over at Joel and a subtle snarl is forming. 

Joel is weird after his introspective drive home from your apartment. When you get back to their house, he silently brings the TV in for you, biceps bulging through his thin undershirt.  He sets it up in your room and won’t make eye contact the whole time he’s in your room.  Seems like everything went to hell as soon as you asked about their marriage.  

“Joel.”  He doesn't look. He bends over and his shirt rides up as he plugs the last thing into the TV.  

“Joel, what the hell” 

“What?” he snaps,  “What do you want?”  

You’re not sure what to say, so your default sarcasm spills out.  “What, you can’t tell?”

He rolls his eyes.  “Somethin’ you need right now, or am I done here?” He tosses the remote control onto your bed. He won’t even get within three feet of you. 

“You don’t want me to answer that,” you say. 

He scoffs and leaves, closing the door behind him.  

-

Thanksgiving night, your mom gets home and the three of you eat dinner together.  She asks how the movie was.  Joel blushes and plays with his food, but you smoothly start telling her all about the Exorcist until she changes the subject since she doesn’t like horror.    

“I was thinking, honey, why don’t you come with us to Mexico?”

“I thought you were going for a conference,” you say.

“Yeah, well.  You know how that is.  They wouldn’t have it at the beach if they didn’t expect us to have a little fun.”  She looks at Joel.  Joel is staring at his plate.  She continues, “We were gonna add a couple of days, make a vacation of it.  You could bring a friend if you want.” 

You nod.  “Or just the three of us?”

“Sure,” she says.  Joel puts his fork down and sits back in his chair.  “Ate too much earlier,” he says and excuses himself from the table.  You don’t see him again that night. 

-

The next morning, you go black Friday shopping with both of them.  At most stores, Joel waits in the car sulking, pondering his life.  You buy a new TV for your apartment, a few new bikinis for the trip, and your Mom buys Joel a bunch of new clothes.  You’re going to miss the shrunken ones.   After you get home, your Mom leaves to do more shopping and Joel watches football in the ] living room. You put on a new bikini and go downstairs to model it for him. 

“Well what do you think?” you ask. 

He quickly scans your body, his eyes not lingering anywhere.  “Looks great,” he says flatly, then looks back at the TV.   

You sit down next to him, elbow on the back of the sofa with your head propped up in your hand.  He tries not to look. 

“Give me a break,” he says. 

“I just wanna know if you like it,” you say.  

“Said it looks great.” 

You adjust the cups of the top. “It’s not too much?” 

“Come on, sweetheart.” He refuses to look.   “Just get outta here, okay?”

“Okay, I have three more to try on.” 

“Please don’t,” he says and adjusts the crotch of his sweatpants.

“I dunno why you’re punishing me for your own feelings,” you retort. 

He sighs as though too tired to even try.  

“Maybe I’ll go on that tinder date after all.”  You’re still not planning on it at this point, you just want Joel to loosen up again and hope the threat might help. 

Joel scowls at you.  He knows he can’t tell you not to.  He knows it’s not fair.  “Would you grow up,” he says. 

Your laugh is short and silent.  “I’ll send the other suits on snapchat.” 

You go back to your room and try them on, taking videos and pictures and sending them to Joel. “I dunno if the ass is too small on this one,” you say in a low, sultry voice, then turn the camera to the mirror to show  your ass hanging out of a cheeky pair of boy shorts.  You take some even hotter footage and send it all in real time. 

Joel doesn’t open the snapchats right away.  But soon, you hear the TV turn off downstairs, then he goes up to the master bedroom and closes the door. 

-

You smile to yourself and put on a robe.  He’s totally about to jack off.  Sure enough, a minute or two later, Snapchat tells you when he starts watching your snaps.  You tiptoe into the hall to listen. You sneak as close to his door as you can get without giving yourself away.  You want to hear him do it unrestrained by your presence. 

“God damn,” he sighs and your nipples harden at the sound.  

“I dunno if the ass is too small on this one,” you say through his phone, and he replays it.  “I dunno if the ass is too small on this one.”  And again.  “I dunno if the ass is too small on this one.” 

He breathes loudly and you hear the wet squish of his fist around his cock.  

“Uggghh,” he groans and you know he must be watching the one where you untie the top entirely and let it hang between your breasts.  Outside his door, you slip your hand into your swimsuit and touch yourself as you listen to him breathe heavily.  He audibly pleasures himself  while you put on a show and strip for him on his phone.  He’s so fucking hot.  

“Jesus,” he says to himself.  In snapchat, you must be pulling the swimsuit aside to show him your juicy cunt and how wet you are.  You brought your phone with you in your robe so you can see how many snaps he has left to watch. That’s one of the last. 

“It’s yours, Joel,” you say from his phone.  “Come and get it.” 

“Fuck me,” he sighs and the sound of his voice makes you lose control of your hand.  You put your hand on the door knob and open it. 

His phone repeats, “It’s yours, Joel.  Come and get it. . . It’s yours, Joel.  Come and get it.”  You see the reflection of the explicit video in his glasses.  He fumbles with his phone to stop it from playing again. 

“What the hell are you doin’ here,” he whispers gruffly with his cheeks pink. 

“If you’re not gonna come get it. . .” you say, putting your hands in the pockets of your robe and splaying them out to show your whole body. 

“Your mom’s on her way home right now.” 

“That’s what you wanna talk about?”  You take a hand out of your robe pocket and slip it into your swimsuit, dipping a finger into your pussy, letting your head fall back, exposing your neck as you bite your lip and touch yourself.  Then you snake your hand up your torso, between your breasts, to your neck.  You walk all the way up to him, stepping over a trail of shopping bags from the walk-in closet to the bed.  When you get to Joel, you put your fingers in his mouth and he licks them clean with his eyes closed.  Then you take his free hand and put it on your breast, slipping it under the swimsuit.  He does nothing to stop you. You start touching yourself again. 

He strokes his cock faster.  He wets his lips and breathes deeply as he palms your breast and watches you touch yourself.  

Then you hear footsteps on the stairs, and your Mom’s voice.  “Honey?” She must have left the garage door open while she was out.  No warning. 

“Shit,” he whispers, yanking his hand away from you.  He looks around.  You close your robe.  “Closet,” he says, pulling his pants up over his wet, hard cock.  

“No!” you whisper.  But when you see your Mom’s shadow arriving at the top of the stairs and Joel all disheveled with his lube right on the nightstand, you don’t see another option.  You’d have to cross the bedroom door to get to the bathroom.  

-

Just as you hide in the closet, your Mom enters the bedroom, and her paper shopping bags clatter against the door on the way in.  “It’s just you? Thought I heard someone.”  She’s headed your way with the bags.  This was so stupid.  So, so stupid.  You could have just tied up your robe and acted like you were getting something from their bathroom.  

Joel intercepts her.  “C’mere,” he says.  “Why don’t ya let me put those up later?” His voice has a seductive air about it and a pit opens in your stomach.  

“Joel,” she says accusatorily and laughs. “Were you watching porn?”

“What if I was,” he says.  Of course he’s still hard and pink in the face.  Terrible at hiding his humiliation.

“Hope you saved some for me,” she says saucily and your heart drops. She closes the bedroom door.  

This is a worst case scenario.  

You hear kissing.  So fucked up.  You plug your ears and dissociate.  What follows is a torturous symphony of breathing and moaning from both of them for the longest five minutes of your life.  You seethe, then you cry as silently as possible.  Of course he’s thinking about you - of course.  You gave him that hard-on. Is he doing it out of spite? Out of panic? Surely he could manage not to moan if he was only doing it because he felt like he had to.  He knows you’re RIGHT THERE.  Can he really  not control himself? 

While you’re still in the closet, you post one of your sexiest swimsuit photos on instagram.  Then you text Joel, “This is so fucked up. I don’t want to ever hear a word from you about my dates or instagram or anything else.”  You send him a screencap from Tinder where you’re confirming your availability for a date with Jacques.  “Hope you’re happy,” you add. “Fuck you.” 

When it’s over, your mom goes to the bathroom and you make your escape, wiping your eyes with one hand, holding your robe closed tight with another,  not even looking in Joel’s direction. You can feel him looking at you, though.  

-

You slam the door to your bedroom.  

Joel responds to your text, “You’re right, it’s none of my business. I’m sorry.”

That makes you even more upset.  You want it to be his business.  You get in your bed and sob.  

“I dunno what to say,” he adds. “I didn’t know what to do.  If you can’t forgive, me I understand.” 

You respond, “You didn’t have to act so into it.”

He says, “I was trying to make it quick. I’m really sorry.” 

You don’t reply. 

“I wish I could undo it. I’m sorry.” 

You don’t respond. 

He asks, “Do you want to talk about it?” 

Fuck no, you don’t want to talk about it. Why would you want to talk about it?  You stay in your room for a long time but eventually go to the kitchen to get something to drink.  He must hear you going downstairs because it’s only a minute before he comes down, too.  

“Hey,” he says.  “You okay?” 

How would you be okay? You don’t have anything to say to him.

He says, “I was gonna, uh, go to the gas station.  You want a drink or somethin’?” You don’t answer.  

You go back to your room.  When he gets back, he knocks on your door. You don’t answer.  He goes back downstairs and texts you that he got you a drink and put it in the fridge.  

The next morning, you come down for breakfast and he’s there.  

“How’d you sleep?” he asks.  You don’t answer.  He watches you pour a glass of orange juice in silence.  You drink it and put it in the sink.  He leans against the doorframe from the kitchen to the hall, blocking your way.  As you go by, he gently puts his hand on your chest and whispers, “Hey.”  You look down at his big, veiny hand.  How dare he platonically put it on your chest? You take a deep breath, your breast swelling into the heel of his palm. 

“What?” you ask. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.  “Please forgive me.” 

You laugh condescendingly. 

“Or at least talk to me,” he begs with puppy dog eyes. 

You return to your room without another word. 

Over the next few days, you go back to your apartment and Joel tries texting you casually.  He snapchats you too, but you don’t answer it.  

-

A few days later, you go out with Jacques to get your mind off Joel.  Joel remembers your plans.  He’s still thinking about it. 

“Have fun on your date,” Joel texts you.  The nerve.  If Jacques is hot enough in person, you might give Joel a taste of his own medicine in terms of what Joel has to overhear.  You’re glad you hadn’t decided the location when you sent Joel the screencap, lest he show up.  

Jacques is hot.  You go out to dinner, then bring him home to your mom and Joel's house instead of your apartment. The two of you sit in the kitchen first and you make him a drink.  You continue your conversation from the date.  His voice is deep and smooth, but not as sexy as Joel's. You can’t help but compare everything about them.  You and Jacques take your drinks to the living room to watch a movie.  You sit in the middle of the sofa and Jacques sits by your side. 

-

Before you've even picked a movie, Joel walks in. He spreads his feet and crosses his arms, pushing out his biceps with his hands underneath them. Then he just stares at you.  He looks like he’s trying to restrain himself.  

"Joel," you light up insincerely. "This is Jacques." 

Jacques gets up and shakes Joel's hand.

"Firm handshake," Joel says flatly, then takes a seat on the other side of you.  Joel’s extra aftershave wafts into your nostrils and makes you tingle.  He asks about your date.  Jacques leans forward with his elbows on his knees to tell Joel about where you went for dinner and what you guys had. You glance over at Joel and a subtle snarl is forming at the edge of his nose.  You lean back against the couch since they’re trying to talk to each other. 

Joel asks, "So what'd ya talk about? Any common interests?" 

"Oh yeah, we both love horror movies," Jacques says. 

"Nice," Joel nods. "She tell ya we went to see the new Exorcist?" 

"Um, yeah. She mentioned it was good." 

Joel chuckles, then looks at you. "It was good, huh? You'll have to catch me up before the next one, sweetheart." He gives your thigh a squeeze and winks at Jacques. Then he leans forward with his elbows on his knees. "Where ya from, Jacques?"

"El Paso," he says.  Joel doesn't hide his surprise. Then Jacques adds, "My parents are French." 

Joel nods thoughtfully. "Am I sayin' it right? Jock? Or is it Jack?"

"Jack is fine."

"Nice." 

-

You interrupt them. "I don't think Hulu's working in here. C'mon Jacques, we can watch in my room."

"Now hold on, I'll fix it for ya," Joel offers and puts his hand on yours, reaching for the remote control. 

"Nah," you say. "Wanna try out my TV in there anyway."

“Alright,” Joel mumbles.  He runs a hand over his beard.  If he didn’t feel so guilty, he’d be losing his shit right now.  You’re sure of it.  He’s trying really hard to be fair.  You and Jacques get up off the sofa, then Joel stands up. 

"It was nice to meet you," Jacques says and shakes Joel's hand again. 

"You're the stepdad right?" Jacques removes his hand from Joel's death grip. 

"Guess I am tonight," Joel mutters.  

“Sorry, what?” Jacques asks. 

"Yeah, he is," you say, then look at Joel. "Where's Mom?" You ask. "Figured y'all were going to have some quality time."

"Your guess is as good as mine, sweetheart," Joel says, then briefly massages your shoulder before walking away to the fridge.  

-

You and Jacques watch Equalizer 2.  

Joel texts you, “Don’t do this.” 

After about fifteen minutes you respond, “?” 

“Please,” Joel texts.  “You’ve made your point.” 

You don’t reply. 

“I know I deserve it, but I wish you wouldn’t.” 

In another twenty minutes, you see the shadow of feet under your door.  A few seconds later, there’s a soft knock. “Gonna make some popcorn, y’all want some?” Joel asks.  You tell him no thanks. 

Toward the end of Equalizer 2, Jacques gets handsy with you and you welcome the advance. He’s not bad with his hands, but you also don’t hesitate to exaggerate your sounds of pleasure.  But that exaggeration turns into real enjoyment.  You relish the opportunity to release all your tension into someone else’s body.  Someone who wants you unapologetically and would hopefully never make you hide in a closet.  

Jacques has a big one, too.  You close your eyes and pretend he’s Joel as you’re making out and his hard cock is grinding into your crotch.  You moan into his mouth, desperately wanting to feel Joel's beard against your cheek.  Jacques whispers your name and says, “I want you.”  He takes his cock out and wraps your hand around it.  You grab it hungrily without opening your eyes.  You hear the tear of a condom wrapper and your breath hitches.  Your body wants it.  

-

Then the fire alarm goes off.  You cover your ears and Jack puts his dick away. You don’t bother fixing your hair or skirt. 

“Sorry!” Joel yells from downstairs.  The smell of burned popcorn fills the hall.  It takes him a minute to turn off the alarm, of course.  Jacques opens the bedroom door to see what’s going on.  Then Joel comes upstairs out of breath and apologizes for the commotion.  

“Sorry ‘bout that, guys.” Joel hovers there in the door with one of his hands on the frame.  

You cross your arms on your bed, and Joel’s eyes fall to where the bedding is messed up.   

“Well, It was nice to meet ya, Jacques,” he says.  “Lemme walk ya out.” 

Jacques is confused.  “I, uh.” 

“Um, I guess I’ll call you,” you tell Jacques.  

Relief washes over Joel’s face and he asks you, “Your Mom, uh, needs a ride, you wanna come with me in a minute?” 

Jacques looks back and forth between the two of you.  “Yeah, guess I better go,” he says to himself.  

Joel walks him out.  

-

When Joel comes back from walking Jacques out, he tries to be casual, but his body is clearly tense.  

"Really think he bought that performance?" Joel asks as he pushes into your room. He closes the door behind him and leans against it with his butt.  He looks at Find my Friends on his iphone.  “She’s ten minutes away,” he says and pushes off your door to approach your bed.  

"What performance?” you ask. 

"C'mon, sweetheart.  You were fakin' it."  He lifts the comforter and sheets and inspects them. "Dry." 

Your cheeks burn. 

He sits down on the bed and picks up the unused condom still in its wrapper.  "Least you woulda been smart." 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you ask.  “Leave me alone.” 

“Can’t, sweetheart,” he murmurs and puts his hand on your thigh. “I can’t.” 

“Then do something about it or get the fuck out,” you whisper.  

He slides his hand up your skirt and slips his fingers right into your panties.  “That for me or him?” 

You roll your eyes.  “Shut up.” 

You lean back on your pillows and he gets between your legs.  He hikes your skirt up and pulls your panties down, then plants his face between your thighs, lightly caressing them from the outside with his big, masculine hands.  “Gotta be quick,” he murmurs into your pussy, then digs in.  He sucks and laps at you and inhales deeply through his nose.  Your hips lift into his mouth.  You whine his name. He pauses and looks up but doesn’t reprimand you.  He penetrates you with his tongue and moans into your cunt. 

“Fuck, Joel,” you breathe.  He devours you ravenously, moaning and sighing, until your thighs tense and your hips lift and you moan his name as you come in his mouth and he laps up every drop.  

He tears his head away and looks at you affectionately.  He’s panting and his face is dripping wet from the nose down.  He kisses your inner thigh, then gives you a hickey there on each side.  

The garage door opens downstairs.  Joel stands up and adjusts his joggers to accommodate his massive erection.  He’s still breathing heavily.  He wipes off his face.  He walks to your door and opens it without a word.  He turns around and looks at you, then closes the door behind him.  

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the hide my bfs here prank one with jay is so real 😭😭 i cant wait to see the break up one 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 hopefully u don’t plan on making it too angsty or anything :00

enhypen, break-up prank ꒰♡︎꒱ . ⁺

genre: fluff, a little emotional but not too angsty!

warnings: mentions of ending a relationship, nothing too much, jay’s is a text message oneshot

requested: yes!

pairing: enha x gn!reader

author’s note: of course, i didn’t plan for this to be too angsty, mainly all jokes! 😽💕

🔖 — heeseung.

instantly turns into a confused Bambi

doesn’t take you seriously at first

but then he’s kinda worried

a rollercoaster of emotions tbh

esp after you tell him it’s a prank

heeseung had noticed that you were acting weird all day. whenever he went to kiss you you didn’t kiss back, or when he talked to you your responses were short. he wasn’t sure what it was.

as he entered the room, he saw you sitting at the edge, scrolling through movies on the tv.

he sat on his knees in front of you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“love?” he called, your gaze not on him but you could feel his on you. you gave a half-hearted hum, eyes still on the tv.

“is there something wrong?”

“hee,” you started, putting the remote down. “i think we should break up.”

his heart sunk for a moment. that was so random, you weren’t serious right?

“babe,” he laughed a bit, taking your hand in his. “seriously, what’s wrong?”

you finally look down at him, a sour look on your face. his expression changed, doe eyes now sparkling up at you.

“did I.. did I do something?”

the prank didn’t last very long since you weren’t able to resist the look in his eyes.

“oh, baby,” you wrapped your arms around him, cooing. ok, now he was really confused..

“i was joking honey, i can’t leave you.”

that made his insides all fuzzy. but he was still indeed, confused.

🔖 — jay.

confused pt2

esp when you call him by his first name

is lowkey upset

he’s in denial

cause how are you gonna try to break up with THE park jongseong??

over text too??!

will not let you “break up” with him

🔖 — jake.

might actually break down in tears

he’s a bit emotional guys

is literally going through a list of things he did in his day to check if he did anything wrong

shut him up with kisses please before he starts panicking

definitely don’t try this prank on him again

“hey, babe-“ jake sat next to you on the couch, going in for a kiss. he stopped his sentence though, when you dodged the smooch he was about to give you.

“jake, omg this is why i wanna break up with you.” you playfully rolled your eyes. his turned into puppy ones, now leaning away from you slowly.

“w-what? did i do something? am i being too touchy? clingy? did i forget to put the seat down? did-“

he began to rant before you grabbed his face in both of your hands and brought your lips to his soft plump ones.

he made a confused noise but still melted into the kiss.

“I’m confused.” his words were muffled by your lips still on his, his hands coming to rest where yours remained on the sides of his face.

“i can never prank you.”

🔖 — sunghoon.

smug.

knows you’re not serious

cause once again, how are you gonna leave HIM?

does not take you seriously

“hoon, we should end this.” you said to him, leaning on the countertop in your kitchen. he stood at the stove, attempting to make dinner for the both of you.

“what, me trying not to burn dinner?” he chuckled a bit, that deep laugh making your cheeks warm. you tried not to get distracted by his charm and continue with the prank.

“no, our relationship.”

he snorted, not sparing you a glance, “y/n, please.”

“what?”

“you love me way too much to leave me. i’m just too handsome and lovable.” he shrugged, continuing to stir around dinner in his pan.

“you’re no fun, sunghoon.”

🔖 — sunoo.

ok?

then leave?

will not complain 😹

only cause he knows you’re not serious

if you were, he’d obviously talk to you abt it

but because he’s not fooled by your little jokes anymore he’s like fine 🤷🏽‍♀️

“sunoo, we should break up.”

“okay.” he responded from the sofa, scrolling through his phone. he didn’t even look up at you, just shrugging his shoulders when he answered.

“okay?” your mouth was agape as you laughed a bit.

“mhm. bye-bye.” he waved somewhere in your direction, still not looking up from his phone.

“SUNOO, YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO FIGHT FOR ME.”

“nah, im good.”

🔖 — jungwon.

is like wtf

wdym break up

what did he do?

lowkey has a hard time processing what you just said

you walk side by side with jungwon up to the library the two of you would be studying at. you stopped outside of the door, a faux pout on your face.

“what’s wrong, love?” jungwon stopped to look at your face as your gaze seemed to be on the ground.

you turned to him, “wonie, we need to break up.”

“what?” his eyebrows furrowed below his beanie. he shifted on one foot, eyes still on you as he tried to process the words that escaped your lips. the words he never, ever wanted to hear.

“we have to break up.”

“y/n, did you seriously bring me all the way here just to tell me that?” now he sounded irritated, his jaw clenching.

you finally looked up to see his expression, actually feeling bad now.

“no, baby, im just joking.” you hid your giggle with a small smile, wrapping your arms around his torso.

he sighed, shaking his head while mirroring your smile. he placed a hand on your head while the other came to wrap around you.

“come on, we’ve got some studying to do.”

🔖 — ni-ki.

wants to take you serious when he sees your face but he just can’t

ki is the prank master, he can see right through your little jokes

is like, “you? wanna leave me? yea ok 😹”

clowns you 100%

ni-ki plops on your bed, ready to share different details about your day when he notices your expression.

“what?” he lifts his head, propping himself on his elbows.

you sigh, not looking up, “i wanna break up.”

there was a loud silence before it was interrupted by ni-ki’s loud laugh. he cackled for a good while, grasping his stomach as you looked at him like he was crazy.

“are you really laughing right now?”

“i-im sorry, it’s just-“ he snorted, laughing even harder this time. you sat there, arms folded. you could never fool someone who could pull pranks better than you.

⟢ milan’s notes: another short reaction im sorry 😞

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birthday bash ask!!~

let’s eat (🤤)- sarrrr this is dangerous!! i’m going to have to request mr kim mingyu (you know!!) and i’ll let you decide on a prompt(s) to use! (trust you with my all! gimme a dm if u want me to choose hehe)

5:13 p.m. — kim mingyu

prompt. “you're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me. “

wc. 955

warning. mingyu fucks reader in a dryer (very unrealistic), needy!gyu, baby fever + marriage kink (my fav combo), use of mommy [x1], unprotected sex, creampie, manhandling, SO much dirty talk, pet names [baby, angel] — MINORS DNI 18+

note. thank u for sending in an ask lu,, i’m so sorry if you dont like the piece or the prompt i used !!! i know it’s a lil intense and lacks a lot of detail 😭 i was in the mood to write needy gyu with baby fever without thinking abt logistics so,,, here it is (also im sorry it’s so short </3) [not proofread if u see a typo, i literally didn’t write this]

mingyu is a sucker. you’re not sure there’s a diagnosis for what he has other than a severe case of baby fever. it's not when he sees babies that sets him off, no, it’s you. you doing anything remotely domestic like chores around the house for that matter. when you’re cooking him dinner, loading the dishwasher, dusting and sweeping in your cute little house slippers, and his personal favorite, unloading the dryer.

to put it simply, he just can’t wait to give you a baby so he can come home and spoil his gorgeous little family. the mere mention of even wanting a future with him has him weak in the knees. 

it’s why your his shirt is flipped over your ass and your panties are pushed halfway down your legs the second he finds you in the laundry room. “gyu, what the fuck are you– ah!” you cry out feeling his spit-slicked cock slip inside of you. you fall into the pile of warm clothes, the smell of clean linen filling your nose. “baby!”

mingyu groans, cock twitching at the word that’s had his head spinning for weeks, “that’s right, ‘m gonna give you a baby, angel,” he says, hands gripping your hips for dear life, the flesh of your skin nearly interlaced between his fingers. 

you moan loudly, but it’s muffled by the wild white sheets in the machine. your skin burns up as if it weren’t already on fire thanks to the fresh heat of the dryer. you knew mingyu was ruthless and needy when it came to getting his dick wet, but never would you have thought you’d be in this position as he pounds into you.

“fuck, i love you so much. love you and this fucking pussy so so much. ‘m gonna fill you up ‘n ‘m gonna marry you,” he mutters, eyes watching the way you swallow his dick whole, disappearing as it goes in and out. “gonna make you a pretty little mommy, make you my fuckin’ wife.” 

you’re partially convinced that your boyfriend has gone crazy, but the words head straight to your core, the increase in your arousal solidifying everything mingyu had said. 

his breathing becomes labored, soft moans growing louder as they morph into deep groans. your ears pick all of it up even with the walls of the dryer attempting to drown him out. “tell me you wan’ it, angel, t-tell me you wan’na baby, a pretty ring… tell me you want me forever.” 

you just can’t say no, the offer is too good. you want everything and more with this man, so you tell him exactly what he wants to hear. “i do, i wan’ it, gyu, w-wanna make you a d-dad! w-wanna marry you!”

a guttural groan erupts in his chest and his thrusts pick up, the tip of his cock ramming into your cervix eliciting a loud, muffled cry as you scream into the cloth. “baby, you're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me.” he babbles, overstimulated tears pricking at his eyes. “i’m so close, angel. gonna fill this cunt with all my cum ‘n get you pregnant. it’s gonna take. s-swear to fucking god, it’s gonna take.”

your hands mercilessly fist at the cotton, wrinkling it in your tight grasp. you think the heat from the freshly dried sheets melts your brain because now you’re sobbing, incoherently babbling out pleas, but the only thing that can be heard in the mess of your words is the chant of his nickname, “gyu, gyu, gyu!” you clench tightly around his cock, gummy walls molding to the shape of him as they’re made to.

and, fuck, mingyu’s abdomen tightens at the euphoric feeling. his balls draw up, thrusts turning sloppy and inconsistent as he fucks into you. “shit, baby,” he mewls, his grip on your hips near bruising. “i’m gonna cum.” 

all it takes is another tight hug from your cunt and he’s a mess. his cock throbs inside the heat of your stretched cunt before he slams into you and stills, his tip pressed right against your cervix as he empties his load. 

 it’s the ripple effect that triggers your own orgasm. you moan and whine as you feel his heavy seed filling you to the brim and painting your used walls white. all the while, the knot that’s been steadily forming in the pit of your tummy completely unravels and you’re left a shaking, crying mess inside a dryer full of wrinkled, tear soaked cotton. 

it takes him longer than usual to come down from his orgasm, but he eventually eases his grip on your waist as he finds his mind again. he pulls your near-limp body out of the dryer and you let out a broken whine as you feel his cock slip out, creating a mess of cum on the ground. he doesn’t really mind seeing his load go to waste knowing he’ll pump you full the second you’ve recovered.

you slump in his arms while he wordlessly presses kisses into your hair. when you whine again, he murmurs apologetically. “sorry i was so rough, are you okay?”

you nod, still trying to catch your breath and regain stability. “it’s okay. i’m okay. just need a sec,”

he doesn’t say anything for a minute or so, holding you in his arms till you’re able to stand on your own but then he whispers. “can we go again? are you up for it?”

you laugh softly at his need. “we can, but can we try the bed this time? do you think you’ll make it to our room without fucking me against one of the walls?”

he shrugs, grinning to himself. “we’ll see.”

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Saturday Afternoon..

“This is so fucking stupid.” Joe mumbled to himself  as he drove down I-95. After another one of his text messages sent to Kiyana went unanswered. He was down bad. He just didn’t understand. Kiyana and Josh were divorced now, so there was nothing standing in the way of him and Kiyana being together now. The stupid part wasn’t even that he was driving to Pensacola because he could just play it off as wanting to see his parents, it’s that fact that this impromptu trip only took place because Kiyana was active on social media but not responding to his text messages.

6 hours down, 3 hours and 30 minutes to go.. 

“How did Josh take the news?” Samara asked as she and Kiyana walked around the mall looking for stores to go in. Samara narrowed her eyes at Kiyana when she didn't respond back.  “Kiyana Marie…” 

“I didn’t tell him yet.” Kiyana muttered as they walked into a store. She could feel the heat of Samara’s stare as she picked up a dress from the rack and held it up to her body. 

“That’s ugly, put it down.” Kiyana rolled her eyes and put the dress back. “Why the hell not?” Kiyana huffed as she started looking through another rack of dresses.

 “I just don’t wanna spring it on him Sam,” Kiyana huffed out. “We’ve only been divorced for like what? 2 weeks is that not too soon?” It took everything in Samara to not knock her best friend upside her head. 

“Key, y’all were married and he was sleeping with that girl, it’s no such thing as too soon when it comes to y’all.  You don’t owe him anything..”  Kiyana sucked her teeth, but she knew Samara was right, she didn’t owe Josh anything. “Fuck Josh.” 

“You’re right,” Kiyana muttered as her heart started to ache in her chest. She knew she needed to move on.. She had to move on for her own sanity. Josh had proven to her that he wasn’t the man she thought he was, it was time for her to move on. 

“I wasn’t expecting you back for another hour or two.” Josh stated as Kiyana walked into her living room. She eyed him, frowning her face up as he looked a little too comfortable in her living room, sprawled out on her couch. The boys weren’t used to him not being in the house yet, so he had been spending his days off at the house instead of his apartment. 

“I just wanted to pick a couple of things up from the mall.” She said and Josh nodded, his eyes peeking over at her bags, eyes narrowing as one of the names stuck out to him. 

“Damn, you got a date or something?” He jokingly asked, trying to peek into the lingerie store bag.  Now or never 

“Yeah,” She said, “I actually wanted to talk to you about that. I need you to take the boys tonight.” 

“Wait.” Josh chuckled, sitting up and grabbing the remote, turning the t.v off. “What the fuck is you telling me right now?” He asked, feeling his stomach tighten and his heart start to pound faster. A date? Nah, he must’ve heard her wrong. 

“You’re not seriously mad right now are you?” She asked and he scoffed 

“What the fuck - of course i’m mad Kiyana. I’m your husband -” 

“Ex-husband!” She cut him off. “You’re my ex-husband who decided that he no longer wanted to be faithful. ” 

Suddenly, Josh couldn’t breathe. He drowned out whatever else Kiyana was saying and just stared at her pretty face. This can not be happening right now. The thought of Kiyana being with someone else made him sick to his stomach. “I’m gonna go.” He said, not looking at her as he put his shoes on and started walking towards the door. 

“What about the boys? Can you take them tonight?” Josh scoffed and shook his head. 

“Nah, not tonight.” 

“Josh!” She called out, leaping up from the couch and following him out of the house. “You being deadass?” 

“You think imma sit in the fucking house, filled with memories of us while you out on a date? You got me fucked up.” Kiyana threw her hands up and let out a long sigh. 

“So don’t stay here. Go to your place.”   Oh this bitch, Josh thought, knowing better than to call her that out loud. 

“Bye Kiyana.” Her jaw dropped open as she turned his back to her and stomped towards his car. 

“Fuck you Josh!” She yelled at him, not caring about the neighbors, flipping  him off as he got in his car and drove away. 

Joe let out a sigh as he pulled up to his destination. Making sure he had his phone and wallet he exited his car and walked up to the front door, knocking three times. 

“Oh shit, big Uce! Whatchu’ doing here?” Jon said as he dapped up his older cousin. 

Joe smiled. “Just decided to take a drive and clear my head.” Joe lied and Jon furrowed his eyebrows. 

“From Miami?” He asked, moving to the side and letting Joe into his home. 

“Nah, I've been in town for a couple days.” He lied again. “Wanted to see my folks.”  Joe stated as he sat on the couch with Jon. “Decided to come and see what my favorite cousin has been up to.” 

“Now I know ya’ ass is lying.” Jon laughed. “Whatchu’ really doing here Uce?"

“Alright, Alright.” Joe muttered, wiping his hands on his gray sweatpants. “I know Josh is your brother and all but fuck, i’m here to see Kiyana.” Trinity, who just entered the living room, shared a look with her husband. “No. Don’t look at eachother like that. I just want to make sure she’s good. She hasn’t been answering my text or phone calls.” 

“I mean, can you blame her?” Trinity spoke up. “I’m pretty sure she is only still in contact with Josh because of their kids. Look,” Trinity sighed, sitting down next to Joe. “Josh is already making it hard for her, she doesn’t need you popping up and making it worse.” 

“How can I make it worse by checking up on my friend Trinity?”

“Y’all are not friends anymore Joe. The second y’all had sex, y’all stopped being friends.”  Joe opened his mouth to argue, but the sound of the front door opening and slamming caught their attention. 

“A fuckin' date! Divorced for 2 weeks and she has a fucking date!” Josh ranted as he stomped into the living room, stopping short at the sight of Joe sitting on the couch. Josh immediately jumped to conclusions, Kiyana had a date and Joe just so happened to be in Pensacola. “Imma kill you.” Josh muttered before lunging towards Joe. 

Luckily, Jon was quick and grabbed Josh before he could land a punch.  “Of fuck off!” Joe snorted standing up. “It was six months ago and y’all are divorced now. Get over it.” 

“Get over it?! You’re going on a date with my wife and you’re telling me to get over it!”

Oh my god.” Trinity muttered, rolling her eyes. “She’s not going on a date with Joe dummy. And even if she was, she’s a single woman now. You want her to be single the rest of her life? It’s stupid as hell. She’s allowed to move on Josh.” Josh sucked his teeth and pushed Jon off of him. 

“Whatever.” He muttered, throwing a glare at Joe  before stomping his way back out of the house, slamming the door behind him. 

“STOP SLAMMING MY DAMN DOOR!” 

Kiyana stared at herself in her bedroom mirror. “You can do this.” She whispered as she took a deep breath, smoothing down her dress. She was beyond nervous for her date with Eli. This was her first date with another guy in twenty-three years. Her stomach was already in knots. 

 Walking into the living room, she rolled her eyes as Samara catcalled at her. After Josh’s little tantrum earlier, Kiyana called her best friend who was more than happy to spend the evening with her nephews. 

“Good, it looks easy to take off.” Kiyana rolled her eyes again with a chuckle. 

“I’m not having sex with him.” 

“Booo!” Samara threw a couch pillow at Kiyana. “Why the hell not? Just get it over with.” 

“Because it’s our first date Samara.” Kiyana laughed as she walked over to the bar cart to pour herself a shot of Hennessy. “I don’t want him to think I'm easy.” 

Before Samara could respond there was a knock on her front door, causing the both of them to look at each other in confusion. 

“I thought you said eight.” Samara said, looking at the clock on her phone. 

“He’s early,” Kiyana responded, before walking over to the font door and opening it, her heart rate picking up when she saw who was standing on the other side. 

“Joe?” Kiyana whispered, shocked that he was standing in front of her. 

“JOE?!” She heard Samara yell out. 

“What are you doing here?” 

Joe shrugged and placed his hands in the pockets of his gray sweats, “I came to see if you were alright. You haven’t been responding to my texts.” 

“I’ve been busy.” Was all Kiyana said and Joe narrowed his eyes at her. 

“Kiyana -”  He was cut off by the sound of someone’s car tires screeching to a stop in front of her house. 

“You can’t go on the date.” Joe called out as he exited his car and made his way up to the house, standing right next to Joe. Kiyana looked between the two men with wide eyes. 

“Excuse me?” She asked and by now Samara had made her way to the foyer and was watching the mess unfold. 

“Uh, Is everything okay Kiyana?”  Oh what the fuck Kiyana thought as Joe and Josh turned to look at Eli who was walking up to them holding a bouquet of red roses. 

“Who the fuck are you?” Joe and Josh asked at the same time. 

“Elijah, who the fuck are y’all?”  Kiyana turned to glare at Samara when she started laughing. 

“I can’t do this.” Kiyana muttered, as she started to rub her temples.  This could not be happening to her right now. What were the odds of all three of them showing up at the same time tonight?!

LMAO. I would probably just turn around and go back in the house if I was Kiyana 😭

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Very veeeeeery remotely linked to Day 2’s prompt (blink and you’ll miss it) but here is a bit of a sequel to Inebriated Fishtank… in which they have not entirely ceased to be under the influence…

💛💚💛💚💛💚💛💚💛💚💛💚💛💚💛💚

An enthusiastic steel drum version of ‘Under the Sea’ blared out and Scott slammed his hand on to the comm, eyes still screwed shut… if he didn’t open them he wasn’t awake. And it could have been a butt-call…

He’d never prayed so hard for it to be a butt-call.

“Hey heeeeeeeey Scooooty-McNoodle!!!”

Scott pried an eye open to glare in the general direction of heaven…

“Hello Gordon. Which police station?”

“I am OFFENDEDED ancient brosicle! How could you pres… presufimicate such a thing?”

“You don’t need bail? Then why are you calling me? Go to bed you drunken fool.”

“Ah yea about that… “

‘What about it? Just sleep it off.”

“So… funny story! My fuzzy wuzzy beary pops actually did the whole arrangementing of beds thing.”

Wait.

Scott’s brain clicked up a gear from basic muscle memory to something resembling cognition.

“Gordon where is Virgil?!”

“He’s here!”

“Can I speak to him?”

“Um… noooooooooo”

There were several voices worth of giggling, none of which sounded like Virgil.

“Who’s with you? Where is Virgil?”

“Oh how rude of me over here we got…” There was a clatter and his brother’s voice faded out amongst some more distant giggling before Gordon returned, piercingly loudly:

“Stooopid floor. Anyways here we got Florrie, Alice and Alexi, say hi to Scooter ladies, he’s my biggest olderist bro and he’s even sexier than me and old dribbles here.”

A chorus of “Hi Scooter”

“Gordon! What’s wrong with Virgil?”

“You gotta say hi!”

“Gordon!!”

“You’re being rude! Say hi to the ladies!”

“Hi ladies” Scott muttered.

“NICELY!”

Scott knew an immovable squid wall when he heard it. Fine. He turned up the charm, and the volume, to max.

“Hello ladies!”

“Owie! Geez bro.”

“Virgil, Gordon?!”

“Yeah he’s pretty handsome. Look… see? He was on front’ve Vogue that one time. Still single too! Sure I can give you his number…”

“GORDON!!”

“Heeeeeeeeey bro. Love you bro. Love all the bros. Specially the grumpy turtle one.”

Scott tried another tack

“I love you too squid, but what happened to the grumpy turtle one?”

“Hezzzz a snooooozy liddle turtle.”

“So he’s in bed?”

“Nooo I toldja he’s here. Say hi Virgie.”

Silence.

“Awww he droolin’”

Scott was beginning to join the dots here.

“Gordon, please tell me Virgil wasn’t trying to match you?”

“I can one hunderb percival tell you that.”

“Would it be true?”

A pause and a definite snort in the background.

“Noooooooooooooooo”

Oh no.

If he’d consumed enough to make Gordon tipsy, there was no way Gordon and three women were going to be able to move the bear. He thought Virgil knew better.

Scott got up and put his trousers on. He could get to Brisbane in a few minutes in One…

There was more giggling and a deep bellowing laugh followed by a grunt.

“Omigosh I’m sorry I can help… gimme his arm… oopsy tha’s ‘is leg.”

More rustling noises.

“Oh I am sooooo bad manners! Scotty you gonna say hola to Juan too, he’s helping.”

“Hola Juan. Gordon, where are you? Do I need to come get you?”

“Naaaaw we goddim Scooteywoo”

“Then why are you calling Squid?”

“Need the bed place.”

“I don’t know where he booked Gords! Stay put I’ll come and get you.”

“Nawwwww I wanna take him to the art tom… tom… tomorning. Art ‘n waffles…. I pinky promised the Virg!”

Scott rested his head against the wall and counted to ten.

“What do you need Gordon?”

“T’get in his phone! I dunno his pass-thing! Need to find the resersermmmnn”

Scott did know it There were a million and one reasons why Gordon did not.

But he could either spill the beans now and take the consequences later, or head out to find them just in time for one or both of them to be sick on his shoes. Or in One. He shivered. No option really.

“Gordon you have to promise not to do anything bad with Virgil’s phone.”

“Yeah yeah I’m a good fishy”

“Gordon, pinky promise me.”

There was a tut and Scott could almost hear the eyeroll.

“I can’t reach your pinky to promise!”

“Fine. Pinky promise Juan then.”

Gordon did a stage whisper

“He doesn’ know a huge lodda English Scoobydoo.”

“Ok err” Scott racked his brains “could you put um, Alex was it? On the phone?”

Gordon huffed.

Rustling.

“Well hello there, handsome, this is Alexi.”

Pushing down the desire to bring about Gordon’s imminent demise, Scott had a sudden brainwave and put the charming voice on again. Yes, giving a total stranger access to his brother’s phone was a risk but less of one than allowing Gordon unfettered access without the security of a pinky promise - generally accepted to be the only law he considered himself bound by.

“Alexi listen carefully, I’m going to give you the passcode. Could you use it to find the reservation then lock the phone again please?”

“Sure, honey.” The reply was breathy. Intimidatingly breathy.

“Ok, you ready?”

“I’m all yours”

Shudder.

“Exclamation mark, eight, one, zero, zero, capital D, lower case Y, exclamation mark; capital F, one, five, lower case H, exclamation mark.”

“Ok honey that worked, I’m in. I’ll get your brothers to their hotel. I’ll leave my number on your brother’s phone just in case you need it later, ok?” She was essentially purring now.

“Oh that won’t be…” Scott paused. He needed all the allies he could get here.

He cleared his throat “That would be lovely, thank you for your help Alexi.”

There was a shriek and more unmistakable giggling as Scott hung up with a wry smile before collapsing back on to his bed and closing his eyes. Good luck Juan and co.

Aa he drifted off he considered how it was a shame Virgil would have to change that one tomorrow.

It was so apt.

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[kitty-agere-fics]

Heyyy, I have a lil request:-)

I’ve been in love with Sunoo recently and I’d love one with little!reader where they’re just so cranky because they were too overwhelmed to take a nap and their onsie doesn’t feel right, milk isn’t warm enough, show not as comforting as it usually is and kinda blows up. Sunoo immediately knows what to do tho and changes everything up and maybe it could end in some sweet cuddles? (And could the reader call Sunoo Mama please?)

Thank you, bye!:3

I love Mama!Sunoo. Also the amount of times I had to read through this to make sure that i actually spelt Sunoo right. (I tend to type it as Sunno for some reason?)

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CG!Sunoo, Little!Reader

You whine softly as Sunoo stares at you. He sighs softly, not sure what to do. You’d refused to take your nap, but wouldn’t tell him why. Now, you were whining and crying. 

“Come on, Sweetheart. Tell Mama what’s going on,” Sunoo picks you up and sits you on the couch before kneeling beside you. “It’s okay. Mama won’t be upset with you.”

You pout and whine a bit, not responding. Sunoo sighs again and picks up the TV remote. “Do you wanna watch a show?” Sunoo asks. When you nod, Sunoo puts on your favorite comfort show. “I’m gonna go get your milk for you, Sweetheart. I’ll be right back, okay?”

You nod and Sunoo goes into the kitchen. He brings you a bottle and hands it to you. When you try to drink some of it, you whine softly.

“You wanna tell me what’s wrong this time, Sweetie?”

“Bad!”

“Bad? What’s bad, Sweetheart? The milk?”

You nod, pouting at Sunoo with wide eyes. You point at the TV and then your clothes as well. Immediately, Sunoo knows what the problem is.

“Come here, Sweetheart. Let’s go fix the problem.” Sunoo picks you up and takes you into your bedroom. He goes to the dresser and pulls out a pair of comfy pajamas for you. He sets it beside you. “Do these pajamas feel nice, Sweetie?”

You run your fingers on the pajamas and nod slightly. Sunoo gets you changed and gives you a little kiss on your forehead. “Okay, clothes are fixed. Now let's go fix your milk. Can you tell me what made it ‘bad’?”

“Cold,” you pout. “Mama, my miwk wa cold again!” 

“Mama isn’t good at warming up milk, huh?” Sunoo asks, laughing softly as you nod. “I’ll figure it out at some point. Let’s go and warm your milk up some more okay?” He takes you into the kitchen, grabbing your bottle on the way. He puts it in the microwave letting it warm up a bit more before giving it to you to test. 

“Better?”

“Mmmm! Warm miwk! Betta Mama! Thankie,” you nuzzle Sunoo’s neck and cuddle into him as he takes you back to the couch.

“You’re welcome Sweetheart. Now, do you think your show will be right now that we’ve fixed the other problems?”

You think for a moment, then nod. “Yeaah. Show now pwease, Mama.”

“Your wish is my command, Sweetheart.” Sunoo kisses your head and takes you to the couch. He turns your show back on and lets you lay your head in his lap while you drink your milk.

“Is everything all better now, Sweetie?”

“Aww betta!” you confirm and Sunoo puts your blanket over you.

[first-edition]

Friction

Smut-mas day 10

Spence Reid x reader

sum- after seeing something on tv you want to bring it up to spencer but are too shy. 

Cw- thigh riding, dom! Spencer, sub! Reader, edging, fingering, praise kink, dirty talk.

You sit on the couch with your boyfriend Dr. Spencer Reid as Star Trek plays on the large flat screen tv. Your legs are draped over his thighs, his fingers run up and down your thighs as you sit on your phone never one for Star Trek. 

‘did you ask?!!’ 

A blaring message from Penelope pops up on your phone. 

‘….no. Im not gonna its stupid besides it was a just a movie and they over exaggerate everything.’ You reply

‘no Shut up I did it with Kevin. Lol trust me it’s amaze!!🤤’ she replies back to you.

You sigh putting your phone face down on your chest looking up at the ceiling.

“what wrong you have to go?” He asks if your work has paged you. 

“n-no…” you say still looking at the ceiling. 

“Good. Wasn’t ready for you to leave yet. He says kissing his finger tips and placing them back on your leg. You smile at the gesture. But soon the grading ding of your phone rings out. 

You look seeing Penelope’s words. 

‘ASK!’

You close your phone putting it on the floor. 

“what’s wrong?” He says reaching for the remote turning his attention to you. 

“nothings wrong, i just…yeah.” You say making spencer chuckle. 

“hmm you never do that and when you do something is wrong.” He replies. 

“profiling me now are we?” You flirt. 

“no.” He says pausing the movie. 

“I pay attention to my girlfriend and right now something is bothering her i and I wanna fix it.” He says patting your thigh. 

“I-…i can ask you it.” You say sitting up pulling your legs back bringing your knees to your chest. 

“y/n…?”he leans closer to you. “why cant you ask me?” He retorts. 

“b-because..” you say pulling your hood up trying to hide. “y/n. Dont have me make you tell me.” He says. “Because why?” 

“i-it’s something i was watching with Penelope and she was talking about how her and Kevin enjoyed it, well more so her, but the girl in the movie was enjoying it too and you know movies exaggerate…and i cant tell you bc its dirty.” You ramble.

“sexy dirty or literally mud and dirt, dirty?” He asks

“sexy dirty…” you say

he chuckles shaking his head to you. 

“Hon you know im always open to trying new things. Tell me before i find out myself.” 

You’re quiet for a second. 

“okay i’ll call Garcia.” He says 

“No no no!” You get up hurrying to him. He laughs 

“tell me.” He says 

“th-…” you mumble off quietly. 

“hm?” 

“th-thigh ridding…” you say. He chuckles.

“no…no see it is stupid your laughing.” You say covering your face with the sleeves. 

“No im not laughing. Im just surprised it took you this long. Garcia already told me you were interested.” 

“She what?” You face burns red.

He chuckles nodding. 

“come here.” He says pulling you to him as you semi straddle him. His hands rest on your hips sitting you down on his leg. 

“look at me.” He says lifting your chin. 

Your eyes still look away. This makes spencer lift his leg up slightly just enough to hit your clothed cunt. 

Your eyes meet him. 

“good girl..do you know how to grind?” He asks you shake your head no. 

“hmm well first these have to go.” He says about your shorts. Pulling down the top as you lift off him as he slips the garment off both legs leaving you in sheer panties. 

He pulls your hips closer to him and pushes your underwear to the side. Running his finger along the slit already wet from the interaction of his speaking. 

He hums in approval at your eager and nervousness. 

“youre okay.” He soothes you pressing his lips against yours before plunging his finger into you making you gasp allowing his other hand you grab the back of your head and slip his tounge into your mouth making out with you and fingering you. 

Making your squirm already he pulls back pecking your lips. 

“you want me to teach you?” He asks moving his hands to your hips. 

you nod shyly. 

“sit all the way and arch your back.” He replies pushing your hips down and back leading you as your feel your clit hit the fabric of his pants. His leg pushes up to you. 

You cover your mouth your sleeve hanging off your hand. 

“move back and forth…like this.” He guides your hips back and forth the friction making you gasp. He grabs your wrist pulling your arms around his neck letting your front rest against him allowing for a perfect angle to grind as well as your face in his nape. 

“let me hear those pretty sound, you know i hate when you dont.” He groans once again guiding you hips. Making you moan out softly. 

Continuing to help you. You want more not realizing its what you need you move more, faster harder. You hear spencer moan as your thigh hits his erection in his pants. His hands search your body under the hoodie groping your breasts squeezing you hips.

“Such a good girl, using my thigh to pleaurse you self..so good.” He groan in your ear. He lifts his thigh making your moan out as the new weight. 

“i want you to cum…i want you to cum on my thigh. And then I’ll make you cum on my tongue” he says as he squeezes your ass. 

“ngh..” you moan out hiding your face in his neck. 

“fuck yeah baby keep going use me like that.” He huffs 

Your pace picks up slightly as you reach the high your familiar with letting spencer use you. 

“s-Spence..” you gasp as he pushes you into his thigh finally breaking you and making you cum.

He continues to guide you a bit after chasing your orgasam. 

You pant as he lets go of your hips. Your cunt clenches around nothing now wanting spencer more than anything.

You sit up as spencer moves your hair out of your face. 

“you alright?” He ask looking into your lust riddled eyes and blushed complexion. 

you nod smiling. 

“good.” He says bringing your leg over his body before standing up keeping your legs around his waist.  “anything else you wanna try?” He ask. You smile and nod moving close to him whispering it. He smiles at your request and basically runs into the bedroom.  

[kaunis-sielu]

Dangerous Places: 11

When you get to the office building Bucky drives into the underground garage. When he parks Steve opens his door and you follow him out of the car. He offers you his hand again and you take it. It’s a little alarming being outside of the house and knowing that he’s right there has been more comforting than you’d thought. You’re starting to worry that you might be Belle in Beauty and the Beast, starting to actually like your captor.

You ride the elevator in silence and when the doors slide open you follow Steve’s lead into an empty floor.

“My office is the only one on this floor.” He says as you walk through the space. There’s a desk in front of a large door and one off to the side. “My assistant sits there and that’s for Buck when he actually hangs out here. Come on in.” You follow him into his office, you’re fairly sure it’s bigger than the main part of the house. You let go of his hand and make your way to the windows, the view out over the city is stunning. You feel him join you at the window,

“Let me guess, you rule everything that the light touches.” You tell him and he laughs softly,

“Yes Simba.” You’re glad he caught your Lion King reference.

“It is a beautiful view.”

“Thank you. If you want you can watch tv or read, just kinda hang out?”

“How long will you be?”

“A couple hours.” He says rounding the desk and sitting down, “let me know if you need anything. The bathroom is there.” He says pointing at a door over his shoulder. He puts a remote on his desk, “for the TV.”

“Thanks.” You’ve missed baking shows more than you care to admit so while he works you watch the baking channel. You get comfortable, laying down on his couch, before you know it you’re drifting off. At one point you wake briefly, there’s something draped over your torso and it smells like Steve. You roll over, choosing not to worry about what Steve is doing or what’s now draped over you while you sleep.

“Hey Bunny?” Steve’s soft voice draws you out of sleep. “You wanna go?”

“Yes please.” You tell him, he’s crouched in front of you at the side of the couch. You sit up and his suit coat slips off of your body, you hand it to him, “thanks.”

“Yea, I’ll get a blanket for in here for next time.”

“You’re going to let me leave again?”

“Yea, things are going well but,” he pauses, “do you want to know?”

“No.” You say and he nods,

“I didn’t think so, let’s go home.” He tells you standing and you follow getting up off of the couch. He offers you his hand again and you take it, his hand is so much rougher than yours, calluses are built up on his fingers.

You’re not paying much attention to where you’re going, at least not until Bucky pulls up to a high rise.

“Where are we?” You ask as he drives the car into a garage.

“My place.” Steve says without looking at you. “Figured it was awful late to take you all the way home.”

“Oh.”

“What’s wrong Bunny?”

“I don’t have any of my supplies here. What if I go low or high?”

“I have stuff.” You blink at him in surprise,

“You, you have insulin and needles?”

“Yea, and juice. Was gonna bring you the insulin before it expired so it didn’t go to waste either.” You’re irritatingly touched by this information.

“Oh.”

“Should we go to bed?”

“T-together?” You squeak and he smiles softly down at you.

“Not if you don’t want to. While I’d love to see you in my bed I won’t make you uncomfortable.”

“Okay.”

“Okay you’ll sleep in my bed?” You nod and he smiles, god he’s so handsome when he smiles. Steve brings you down the hallway then into his bedroom. It’s all dark colors and weirdly warmth,

“I’ll get you something to sleep in.” He says before disappearing through another door, you take the moment to study the room. The walls are a deep green and the comforter is black. There’s a window seat and all the furniture is dark wood, Steve comes out of what you assume is a closet and hands you something to sleep in. “Bathroom is there, I think I have a new toothbrush in the middle drawer.”

“Thank you.” God you’re so tired. You go and get ready for bed then crawl into Steve’s bed. You’re asleep before he comes back from the bathroom.

“Cap!” The door flies open and Steve shoots up leveling a gun at the intruder, the African American man from the first day, Sam is standing at the doorway, his hands up by his head as Steve registers he isn’t a threat.

“What the fuck do you want?” He growls, putting the gun down.

“They’ve taken the bait.”

“Excellent.” Steve swings his legs out of bed and when you go to follow he turns and presses a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Stay Bunny.” Sam looks pleased and you lay back down to go back to sleep.

When you wake for a second time the curtains are letting a little light into the room. You wander the apartment, not really sure what you’re supposed to be doing. You’d almost expected someone to be somewhere in the apartment but it seems like you’re alone.

You make some breakfast, dosing for the omelette that you make then you wander his home again. You’d never know that a mob boss lived in the penthouse.

When Steve comes back he’s furious. You can almost taste his rage as he storms into the space, the door slamming behind him. Your heart races, were you supposed to stay in the bedroom? You thought you could make yourself comfortable. He stalks toward you and you stand from where you’d been sitting on the couch, gaze to the floor heart racing in your chest. He pulls you to him, arms wrapping around you, his face buried in your hair.

“Thank fuck.”

“What?”

“He got away.”

“Wh-what?”

“We fucking lost Rumlow.” That was what you were afraid of. “They were all there. They were all fucking there Bunny and somehow he got away.” Your heart plummets, every time you think that this is going to be over it isn’t. “I’m gonna get him Bunny.”

“U-use me.”

“What?”

“Use me as bait. He’ll come out if he thinks he can get his claws back in me.”

“I’m not going to do that to you. I’m not putting you into danger.”

“I’m already in danger.” You argue, “please, please I just want this over.” You feel him take a deep breath,

“Fine. I need to dress you for the club then.”

“What?”

“We’re going to go out, like we’re celebrating. We’re going to act like a couple, then I’m going to make it look like I’ve left you in my private room. He’ll come.”

“He will.” You agree so that’s what you do. Steve calls Wanda and she comes to glam you up, she brings several dresses, make up, hair supplies and a few pairs of shoes. Steve makes sure that you eat while Wanda preps you for the night.

“I’m going to give you a tracker.” She says, as she swipes lip stain on your lips. “This is gonna sound nasty but it’s going in your panties. It’s less likely to be found. We’ll wrap it in a condom and go from there.”

“Oh, okay.” You’re suddenly very nervous.

“He won’t take you, it’s just a precaution.”

After you’re ready, a tight black dress, hair straightened, face fully done, black heels on and a tracker in your underwear, you head to the living room to meet Steve.

“Fuck me.” He breathes eyeing you, “you look fucking incredible.”

“Oh, thank you.” You tell him softly, “you look good too.” He smiles at you then holds out a hand for you. You take it and he pulls you toward him,

“I’m gonna kiss you now. So we can be convincing as a couple.” He says but you don’t completely believe that’s the only reason why. Steve kisses you softly, one hand curled around the back of your head and the other on your lower back. You’re pressed against him and you’ve never felt safer.

“God Bunny.” He breathes, “Been wanting to do that for weeks.” You give him a little smile, while you’re more comfortable than you used to be you’re still not completely comfortable with him. “Okay?”

“Yea, just nervous.” You tell him and you are, you’re so fucking nervous.

“I’ve got you Bunny. He won’t hurt you again.” He promises and you nod, you believe him.

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[pintsizemama]

Favorite Christmas Movie

Day 10

Summary: You want to watch a movie with Joel.

Pairings: Joel Miller x You, Joel Miller x Female Reader

Fandom: The Last of Us

Rating: Mature

Warnings: grieving a child

Word Count: 667

A/N: My first Joel fic! I haven’t had much inspo for him, but I felt this was a perfect prompt for him.

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“You’re back!” You said excitedly as soon as Joel walked in the door. He was finally back from patrol.

“Hey, darlin’,” he said gruffly and kissed you on the head. He washed his hands in the kitchen and walked into the family room. He sat down heavily on the couch with a loud sigh. You joined him on the couch and grabbed the remote.

“So, I was thinking tonight we could watch my favorite Christmas movie,” you told him. “Jenny has a bunch of movies, and she just so happened to have my favorite!”

“I’m not really in the mood for a movie,” Joel said with a scowl.

“Oh,” you said quietly, your enthusiasm fading.

“I’m just gonna take a shower,” he said and stood up, his knees creaking.

“Ok,” you replied, not looking at him. You were disappointed, but not surprised. While you had a sunny disposition, Joel was a major grump. Joel stood next to you for a moment before leaving the room to take his shower. You swallowed the lump in your throat. You weren’t going to get emotional over this. He just wasn’t in the mood to watch a movie. It didn’t mean he was angry with you. You sighed and grabbed a blanket to snuggle with. You had hoped to cuddle with your boyfriend, but this would have to do. You pressed play and settled in to watch the film by yourself. You wouldn’t let his grumpiness ruin your love of this movie.

About fifteen minutes into the movie Joel emerged from the bathroom. His hair was still wet, and he was wearing light gray sweatpants, a black thermal long sleeved shirt, and thick white socks. Your attention turned from the movie for a moment to admire him. Pushing sixty and he was still hot as hell. You looked back at the movie. You could see him in your periphery still standing there.

“I can’t get up, Ralphie!” Randy cried on the tv. You couldn’t help but smile as the little boy rocked from side to side on the snow.

“You’re watching A Christmas Story?” Joel asked hoarsely. You looked up at him. His eyes were glossy.

“Yeah,” you replied. “It’s my favorite.” Joel made his way into the room and sat next to you. He swallowed audibly.

“It was Sarah’s favorite too,” he said quietly. Your heart dropped.

“I’m sorry,” you said reaching for the remote. “I had no idea. I’ll shut it off.”

“Don’t!” Joel’s hand darted out to stop you. You put the remote down and settled back into the couch. Joel watched the tv for a moment and then looked at you. “C’mere, pretty girl.” He opened his arms, and you gladly cuddled into him. “I’m sorry I was short with you earlier. Sometimes it’s hard for me to find joy in this time of the year. Sarah loved Christmas so much, and I hate that I don’t get to spend any more Christmases with her.” He took a deep breath. You snuggled closer, holding him tighter, trying to give him any comfort you could. “Walking out here and seeing this film on—the one she could never get enough of—well, I feel like she’s trying to tell me to find some of that joy again. Letting me know she’s still with me in some small way.”

Tears spilled over your eyelashes and down your cheeks. You loved this man with all your heart, and seeing him so open and vulnerable made your heart ache.

“We always watched this,” he continued. Every year when they would run it all day.”

“24 hours of a Christmas Story,” you said.

“Yeah,” he nodded.

“My family did too,” you said. “She is with you Joel. I’m sure of it.” Joel held you tighter. He clenched his jaw and nodded once. You didn’t want to push. Your big, brave man had opened up enough for one night.

“Wanna watch it with me?” You offered.

“I’d love to, baby girl,” he replied.

Day 11

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endeavors #2 - introduction

Summary: Grace could've known that August would take this very seriously.

August Walker x Grace Stanford (asian ofc)

Wordcount: 1.3k

Warning: Being in a sex shop, mention of safeword, female orgasm, use of sex toys

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‘So, what sex toys do you have?’ August asks. 

Casual conversations with my roommate are over now. No more: what would you like for breakfast? Is pizza for dinner three times in a row okay or do we have to add some cucumber to balance out our meals?

It’s about sex now. 

August and I put down some ground rules. We take it slow, he suggests something and I can always say no. Or in our case, I can say the world ‘Pigeon’, which can be used both during sex and when he is suggesting ideas we could do. Pigeon is one of the least sexy words and also one I would never use in the bedroom or activities as such, so there will be never miscommunication about it. 

If I am unable to speak and therefore can’t say ‘pigeon’ August told me to pinch him and not let go until he stopped.

While I wasn’t necessarily thinking about the possibility of me not being able to speak, I did appreciate my roommate taking all these precautions to make sure I will not feel uncomfortable. 

I take a sip of my coffee. ‘Why?’

‘I want to prepare myself,’ he says.

‘You want to use my sex toys?’

‘On you, yes.’

I shouldn’t gulp, but here it happens and he snickers when he sees my face. ‘I’ve got a vibrator,’ I answer softly.

‘That’s it?’

I nod.

It takes a while before he can properly answer me. He takes a sip of his own cup of coffee and says: ‘You and I are gonna go shopping.’

‘What?’ I ask. Shopping? Why would we go sho— Oh no, what?! ‘August, we’re not going to a sex store!’

‘We are.’

‘Pigeon, pigeon, pigeon!’

He starts to laugh. ‘What is so bad about a sex store?’

‘There are sex toys and people. Can’t we just order something online?’

August places the cup on the counter and walks up to me. He leans with his hip against the counter and says: ‘There is nothing to be embarrassed about. You can go incognito if you want. I’m not going to buy something outrageous, just two things, okay?’

I bat my eyes and whisper: ‘August, I don’t want to go into a sleazy store.’

‘It’s not a sleazy store. Okay, how about, you and I go there, you check the place out from the outside and if it’s not that appalling, you come with me, if you hate it, you wait outside.’

That’s a compromise I can live with. 

 ﹌﹌

I hate to admit it, but this is actually a decent store. The woman behind the counter looks very sweet, the customers look like normal people and the interior isn’t too bad. August and I stroll passed the displays and he jokingly pulls me away when I’m absolutely dumbfounded when I see the things that are being sold. 

Conclusion: I am very vanilla.

‘What did you even wanna buy?’ I ask him once I caught up with him. 

August appears to look quite serious and he finally grabs something from the shelves. It’s a… vibrating egg with remote? He holds it in his hand, grabbing mine and pulls me with him. ‘We’re not gonna use it all today,’ he says.

‘All? You’re not done?’

He ignores me. ‘What’s your favorite color, Grace? Was it pink?’

‘Yes, why?’

‘You think this is cute?’

Oh no, it’s a pink dildo. ‘Pigeon,’ I say. ‘I mean it. There is a dildo in the size of your arm lurking at me from that shelf. I’m highly uncomfortable. August, can’t we just order more things online?’

He notices I’m serious, because he nods and says: ‘You know, you go wait outside, I’ll be right outside.’ He smirks. ‘We’re gonna have fun with this.’

﹌﹌

While I waited outside the store for him to pay, I could tell he bought more, but didn’t let me in on it. I hate to admit it, but being in that sex store turned me on a lot more than I initially thought it would and I think August knows. 

August has dumped the bag in his room, before he followed me to mine, where he told me to grab my vibrator. I wasn’t the owner of a very luxurious one, however the vibrations do what they have to do and that was all that mattered.

The door of my room is closed and I awkwardly walk towards my nightstand, where I retrieve the vibrator. He smiles, before a dark chuckle follows and he takes the vibrator from my hand. ‘Look at me,’ he whispers, but the small command is enough for me to do what he wants straight away. Our eyes meet and he almost tenderly places his hand on my cheek. ‘Don’t be nervous. I’ve got you. I’ve got this, okay?’

While during New Years Eve, I had a sense of the more sexual side of August, there is something intriguing about the way he takes this so seriously. Sometimes I wonder if he’s always like this or if this is specially for me. 

The sex noob.

In a matter of minutes, August has the both of us in just our underwear, slowly but surely peeling clothing off of us. With a certain expertise he unhooks my bra, but before he tosses the fabric away, he awaits my response. ‘Can I?’

I nod. I’ve been naked in front of guys I’ve had mediocre—okay, let’s be real: below average—sex with, but no one ever asked me this before. 

With a small thud, the bra ends up on the floor and not long after that, I’m officially and totally naked. He’s in between my legs, his lips not once leaving mine. All that divides us, is the thin fabric of his boxers.

‘You trust me?’ he asks, his hand in the dip of my waist. 

It’s such a deep question, especially for two people who are gonna fuck around (probably for more scientific reasons, because this is a very literal take on sex education), but I decide to honestly answer it. ‘I do, August,’ I whisper. ‘Of course I trust you.’

﹌﹌

By putting my trust in August, it almost feels like I’ve handed over my control to him. It’s the way he kisses my entire body, allows me to get used of his fingers near my most intimate region, and how he slowly pushes down the walls I’ve built around myself. I know I never show my bed partners how I truly feel, always putting on a facade.

But not with August. 

The vibrations against my sensitive clit, I’ve been so used to doing it myself, but when someone else is holding it, decides when to press it against the bundle of nerves, it’s so different. 

So much better.

My brain is buzzing, my heart is pounding. Never had anyone done this, with this much confidence and this much expertise, forcing me over the edge time after time after time.

I’m clenching around his fingers again, and sobs of pleasure fill the room. August finally takes a pity on me, carefully pulling out his digits, before he removes the vibrator from my clit. ‘How are you feeling?’ he asks, a wicked grin toying on his lips. 

‘Sore,’ I chuckle, my legs slightly shaking still. ‘Fuck, August, you didn’t even rearrange my guts and I’m already in this state.’

August plops down next to me and lets out a satisfied sigh. ‘I’m that talented.’

I smack his stomach. ‘Shut up.’ I turn to the side and can’t help but notice the tent in his boxers. That sure is promising. My hand slides from his stomach down to the waistband and before he can say anything, my hand slips underneath the band. My fingers trace his hardened cock and he lets out a groan. However he then seizes my wrist and says: ‘You don’t have to do that.’

‘Why not?’ I ask him. ‘You did all of this for me.’

He shakes his head. ‘Not yet. It’s not part of the program yet.’

‘You have to call it a program?’

He smirks. ‘I do,’ he chuckles, ‘because I have a plan for you. For us.’

﹌﹌

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[jxtp0sed]

Been back in Japan for a while now but just now getting used to not going to work everyday. It’s been a dream not having to take the congested trains for three hours every day 5-6 times a week omg! It is so so stressful!

Been prepping multiple versions of my resume and tons of cover letters, as well as taking some Japanese lessons (paid for with a stipend from my previous employer - s/o to Nihongonomori) and some MOOCs to level up my skills, alongside attending seminars at my local HelloWork. Getting lots and lots of rejections but trying not to lament though some days are better than others. I need to switch up my approach but also a relocation might be in the near future so I also need to start looking for positions up north… 👀

Remote would be a dream but they’re few and far between for sure…

Since I left my last employer I am proud to say I have booked a handful of model/talent gigs and it’s been such a thrill. I’m writing this on the Shinkansen to Tokyo for what is one of my biggest jobs yet. Of course before leaving Kansai I went through the motions of natural hair anxiety - and I just hope that the beauty team on set over the next couple days come with all their skills because I am going to give it 150% and I want to make sure the look match!!

I really need to get a trim and when I say trim I mean like cutting several inches off my ends (is it even ends anymore?!) because nevermind that I have hair for three people but my endssss whew do not put my blow dried hair in a room with a lit cigarette 😂

Is this a safe space? Anyone wanna take a guess how long it’s been since my last haircut?

Five years…

and before that it was a 4.5 year gap. My last salon visit before that was right before moving to Japan lol I have basically only gotten a haircut that one time since I moved to Japan ten years ago and I didn’t even get the haircut at the 4.5 year mark IN Japan. I’m just really apprehensive about the level of natural/Black haircare knowledge and have lots of childhood salon trauma. I just want to be treated with dignity and walk out happy. 😢 but at this point and with my goals in mind I need to get my hair together and I need help doing it.

I need to find someone who knows how to do a proper blowout since I only ever cut my hair dry. What a struggle in itself and so here we are.

THAT aside

Very thankful for everything so far. I find it ironic that I have the opportunity to take modeling more seriously at this stage in my life. Sometimes I think like damn I’m (re)starting so late - but then I tell myself immediately to shut up, that my timing is the right timing and I’m also immediately reminded of what my mom said before I moved to Japan (she didn’t want me to come after the Fukushima disaster - I still came to jpn for the first time that very August on vacation but) she said “I’m not gonna say anything because I know you’re are going to do what you want” and I don’t think she meant it dismissively, but I think it finally hit her that I ammmm stubborn af and thus also really determined to at least TRY something I’m motivated to do if I think it’s at all possible. Shoutout to my Taurus risings!!

She tried to shoot down my model dreams when I was younger but I mean we was poor and I was the first to go to college like what you mean you wanna take pictures as a job looool

Somehow I feel I’m finding my way step by step. :)

Wish me luck!! My sleep schedule is 💩 and I have very early start times starting tomorrow. Wish I could share more about the project but you’ll find out in time cuz I won’t shut up once it’s out 😂 will post recent work in the meantime

Ganbarimasuuu

[rott3nc0re]

thriller

eddie munson x black!fem!reader

summary: you’ve been so afraid of watching the Thriller music video, so your boyfriend puts it on for you

warnings: a little bit of angst, some fluff and smut, oral (f!receiving), fingering, dirty talk (kinda), teasing, foul language and eddie being the sweetest meanest bf <3

a/n: i’ve been writing this since august and finished it just in time for spooky month 💀 enjoy!!

she came over to eddie’s for movie night. for what movie… she didn’t know. he was being super vague on the phone saying it’s one they’ve seen together and that she’ll love. and because of that she agreed to come over anyway, she missed him.

“eddie” she whined as she hugged him from behind. she had changed into his Dio graphic tee because she decided was staying over for the night. he was making popcorn for the two of them, surprisingly not blowing up the microwave. “yes, sweetheart?” he turned around to face her, looking down at her with a little grin. “what are we watching?” she gave him doe eyes, she knew he would give in. but he didn’t. “you’ll see, baby. just be patient” he mocked her tone, giving her a quick peck on the lips. “you got everything set up though, right?” he asked softly as he rubbed the tip of his nose with hers. “mhm” she softly hummed, still not happy with him. “go sit down, i’ll put everything together okay?” she nodded and went to go sit on the couch and cover her legs with a blanket.

—

he turned the lights off and went over to the vcr player to press play. he quickly ran back to her, sitting next her and pulling her on his lap. she giggled as he did that, wrapping his arms around her waist as the blanket covered their legs. the movie started and the look on her face was priceless. he was playing the Thriller music video, which he knew she was super scared of. “eddie” she turned to face him, she already knew he had that smug grin on his face. “you wanna tell me why the fuck you’re playing this? knowing damn well that it scares me so much?” she got the remote and pause it, the grin not leaving his face. “well I thought since you were here… maybe we’d watch it together” he said, trying not to laugh. he loved scaring her, pranking her, anything to make her a little bit pissed off at him.

“munson—“

“babe c’mon, you know everything in that video is fake right?”

“so? you know it scared me since I was kid”

he sighed, holding out his arms. “c’mere” she caved in, leaning back into his lap. he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her forehead. “look, if you can’t handle it anymore we’ll watch something else” she wanted to say yes but she had to face her fears somehow. “no,” she sighed, “keep it on. i’ll just hide if i get scared. or dance” he chuckled, kissing her forehead again. “yeah? you sure?” she nodded. he pressed play on the remote to continue the music video.

—

about five minutes in and she was dancing. she sung along to the song with eddie just in awe. of course Michael Jackson’s music wasn’t his go-to but he did enjoy some songs because of her. and this was one of them.

“dance with me, eds!” she was up already dancing. “i rather just watch you, babe” he kindly declined with a tiny little smirk. she bit her lip and continued dancing until it cut to the graveyard scene.

the booming deep voice she’s always been scared of made her stop dancing, running back into eddie’s arms. he chuckled, “i got you, it’s okay” rubbing her back softly. “ugh, i shouldn’t still be scared of this” she frowned looking back at him. a thought came to his head, a very good thought.

“how about… a little distraction?”

“it better be just little distraction, munson. i still wanna focus on the tv”

“don’t worry,” he said, his sneaky head traveling across her stomach and thighs. “it’s gonna be a good tiny distraction” he rasped against her neck. she felt completely relaxed in his arms, seeing the zombified singer on screen didn’t scare her as much. “still scared?” he deepened his voice to tease her, leaving a breathy chuckle against her neck. he ran his fingers up and down her sides. “hm?” that made chills run down her spine, leaving out a tiny gasp as his lips attached to her neck. “w-wanna focus on the…” she lost her train of thought as his hand traveled in between her legs. she was getting worked up.

that devilish grin appeared on his face, taking a glance at the tv before looking back at her. “on the zombies dancing? i mean they’re doing a good job” he teased but she whined. “fuck you, munson” it was said in a light moan, feeling his hand rubbed on her cloth heat.

he left a breathy chuckle, “just say the words, baby” oh how he loved teasing her. “no” she protested. “alright, if you say so” he stopped everything he was doing, making her look back.

“eddie”

“nuh uh, focus on the tv baby”

and she did with a sigh, obeying him.

the worst part for her came on. the girl running to that abandoned house while the zombies went after her. she whined and crawled into his lap, making herself shaped like a ball. he wrapped his arms around her. “you can close your eyes until i tell you to open them” and she did, closing her eyes. the tv wasn’t really loud to begin with so she couldn’t tell what was happening. eddie had a grin his face, the best time to scare her was coming up.

“alright, open”

she did and immediately jumped up, a little yelp came out of her. that shot of Michael staring at the camera menacingly with the yellow eyes. she hit him multiple times in his chest as he just laughed away. the menacingly laugh she’d always be afraid of hearing was playing in the background. “fuck you, munson! ugh!” she became upset at him, which was perfectly planned for him. “alright, alright c’mere baby” he said, pulling her into him to hug her but she refused. “no, i hate you” she said sternly. he gave her a grin but she didn’t find it amusing. she huffed as she got up, leaving to go his room. “hey! wait, wait” he jogged after her, gently grabbing her wrist. she turned around, rolling her eyes as she crossed her arms.

“babe, I was just teasing a little bit”

“you don’t tease me about that, eddie. you know how much that part scares me”

he nodded and moved closer to her, holding her hips.

“you’re right. let me make it up to you, tell you how sorry i am”

“and how would you do that?” he grinned at the perfect idea he had.

—

the moans from her mouth was loud and lewd. he was eating her out like a starved man and she loved it. he was showing her how sorry he was, letting her cum twice beforehand. pulling at his already messy hair due to great pleasure he was giving her. he kissed her inner thighs before looking up at her. “still mad at me baby?” his lips were glistening in her wetness, the sight making her clench onto nothing. “a little” she said, teasing him a little bit. he started toying with her slick folds, easing his way into fingering her. “a little? baby you know how loud you are? you still can’t be mad at me” he pouted, putting a finger into her. she gasped, rolling her head back as his finger thrust into her. “m’not mad anymore” she said a little quietly but he heard her. he wanted to tease her.

“i’m sorry, say that again?”

“i’m not mad anymore”

“louder baby, i didn’t quite catch that”

“i’m not mad anymore!”

he was fingering to the point of her climax. she moaned out loud, rolling her head and eyes back as she came. “mhmm, atta girl” she was in a daze, pouting because she needed to kiss him. “eddie” she whined, needing more of him. “i know baby” he kissed her clit before going up to plant his lips on hers.

“it’s so fun getting you scared”

[drunktuesdays]

hello i have a followup q wrt your tags this fine fingers-in-his-mouth friday: what can u tell me abt this undernegotiated accidental bdsm fic

unfortunately if i tell you too much, i'll never finish it because that's what kind of person i am but the BASIC premise is that it's set before they started living together, and dustin finds out that jim sometime hooks up with dudes on grindr. he gets mad about it, and they end up having a weirdly charged fight that ends with dustin putting jim on his knees and fucking his face. and it's like, the hottest thing that's ever happened to jim, and he feels CRAZY about it but dustin keeps acting normal and regular the next time they hang out, like he didn't come all over jim's face and then make him lick the mess off dustin's fingers.

here's an excerpt from the second time :) this is OBVIOUSLY first draft level :)

It was normal. Jim had sat like this on Dustin’s couch a bunch of times after shows, sometimes with a room full of people Dustin had invited back, sometimes just the two of them, half-drunk and arguing about absolutely nothing that mattered. It was fine. 

He shifted on the couch, dragging his ankle up under him. Nothing to it.

Dustin cut a sideways look at him. “If you wanna suck my dick again, you’re gonna have to ask.”

Jim’s face immediately heated up. “What the fuck.”

Dustin shrugged, grinned at him. “Aww, don’t get all pissy.”

“I’m not pissy—you’re deranged if you think I’m gonna ask. For that.”

“Okay,” Dustin said mildly. “So don’t.” He picked up the remote, changed the channel back to ESPN, even though the only thing on was a replay of a college basketball game from a few years ago. Jim stared at it until his eyes burned and he had to blink furiously. Next to him, Dustin laughed loudly (at something, nothing, who knew) and threw his arm over the back of the couch, his fingers almost but not quite grazing Jim’s shoulders. His other hand was tapping aimlessly on the side of his glass of whiskey. Jim had a drink too, but he’d barely touched it, and the ice was melting; the condensation was probably fucking up the wood of Dustin’s coffee table. 

He didn’t care. He was thinking about it again. He’d known what Dustin’s dick looked like from years of the not-looking kind of looking you did in locker rooms. He’d never seen it hard, but now, of course, he had. He wanted to see it again. He wanted to— 

His face burned. “You get laid a lot by telling people to beg for it?” he said, aiming for a dry tone and missing the mark. He sounded like what he was—annoyed and frustrated. 

“I didn’t say beg,” Dustin said, muting the tv. “I’m not like, a monster.”

“You said—” 

“I said ask me,” Dustin said. Then, “C’mere.”

“What?” Jim said, stalling for time. Dustin lifted the arm that was draped over the back of the couch and grabbed the collar of his shirt, tugging. Reluctantly, slowly, Jim inched forward until Dustin got a good grip on his arm and pulled him over his lap and kissed him.

They hadn’t, the other night. Jim hadn’t thought he’d even wanted to. Kissing Dustin should have been funny, goofy, too much to take seriously. It wasn’t. It was nice. Dustin kissed like he was nice, which he wasn’t, really. Jim wasn’t nice either, which was why they got along. But Dustin—

He kissed Jim like he had all the time in the world to do it. Like he didn’t want to be doing anything else. 

It was too much. Jim broke away for air, already feeling fizzy inside, indescribably worked up, and if Dustin kept kissing him like that, well. 

“Let me,” Jim said, low. He started wiggling off Dustin’s lap, down towards the floor.

Dustin took him by the hips, trapping him. “Let you what.”

“You know,” Jim said, and refused to look at him, staring over Dustin’s shoulder instead. 

“Yeah,” Dustin said. “But I want you to say it.” There was a thumbtack pushed into the wall in the corner, holding up nothing. Jim stared at it grimly, and wished he could murder Dustin with his mind. 

“Let me suck you,” he said, finally, burning up. Dustin kissed him again sweetly, like a reward. Jim took it for another moment, then shoved him back. Then, before he lost his nerve, he got off Dustin’s lap and squirmed between his knees. 

Dustin lifted his hips easily, letting Jim tug his shorts down and off. He was hard already, flushed red and curved just slightly. Jim stared at it, and then all of a sudden felt stuck. He wanted it. It was just—What was he doing? What did he think he was doing? What the fuck was his plan?

“You got this, tiger,” Dustin said, breaking the spell. He was so fucking stupid that when Jim glared at him, he just laughed and touched Jim’s face. It was moronic, Jim thought but also, it was just fucking Dustin, and that suddenly seemed less—overwhelming. When Dustin curled a heavy hand around Jim’s neck, guiding him down, Jim let him and opened his mouth. 

They went slower, this time. Not by Jim’s choice—he liked doing it fast, making it nasty. Dustin didn’t let him, kept slowing him down. Eventually, he stopped letting Jim set the pace at all, and held Jim’s head steady as he rocked steadily in and out. He had Jim on either side of his face, curling his palms over Jim’s ears, so Jim couldn’t hear anything, couldn’t see anything, couldn’t focus on anything except the slow slide of Dustin’s cock on his tongue. The pace was making him feel fuzzy, drugged. He was barely holding himself up, almost entirely limp in Dustin’s grasp. 

“Yeah,” Dustin said, “just like that. Just like that, baby,” and then tightening his grip, he said “a little more,” and Jim sucked furiously, fucking his tongue agaist the underside of Dustin’s dick. Then Dustin was holding him down, gasping as he shot off so deep down Jim’s throat, Jim could barely taste it. He couldn’t breathe but he didn’t care, he wasn’t fighting it. 

Then Dustin released him and Jim panicked for no real reason he could figure out. “No, Dust—”

“I got you,” Dustin hushed him, and was hauling him back up onto his lap, kissing him—nice again. He didn’t have the energy to fight about it, because Dustin was also worming a hand into his jeans, stroking him, telling him—stuff. That he’d done good. That he was good at it, that he’d made Dustin come. Which Jim knew, obviously, because he could still taste the spunk in his mouth. But he shuddered anyways, buried his face in Dustin’s neck and let Dustin make him come, messy and hot between them. “Good,” Dustin said, cupping his neck, worrying his thumb against Jim’s damp hairline. “Real good.”

[writteninthesewalls28]

Family

A story about a girl wanting to find out the truth

A/n: And…. Second chapter!

Warnings: mentions of death

Milly's POV:

After Calum left unexpectedly, I was happy when my phone rang and I saw Louis' caller ID. Finally getting my mind off of him and his weird reaction.

"Hello lovely brother!" I answered the phone. He didn’t answer immediately.

"Everything okay over there Milly? You never call me that." Louis can read me like an open book, like Calum. He immediately finds out when something’s going on and we mostly tend to mess with one another, we always did that and it will probably never change.

I let out a nervous breath. Telling both of them on the same day was definitely not my plan, but spontaneous things are normally better than plans.

"Ummm… I had an argument with Calum today. Not that deep though, don’t worry." Louis was overprotective, very overprotective and especially when we’re talking about the boyfriends of his little sisters. So adding that is a better idea, if I don’t wanna risk Calum's safety.

"Oh, I'm sorry, what happened? What did he do?"

"He just didn’t quite understand decisions I made…" I heard him holding his breath. He already knew where this is going. He then said:

"Do you want to find them?" He didn’t even had to add, who they were, I knew right away. There was this weird understanding between us.

"Yes.”

"And you’re doing it alone.”

"Yes."

I wasn’t able to say much more. I was too scared of his reaction. It took him some time to respond, which made me go crazy. What is he gonna say? Is he mad?

"You know Milly, you'll always be my sister. The DNA doesn’t matter to me, it doesn’t matter to anyone in our family. It didn’t matter to mum. We love you." He paused for a second, taking a deep breath.

"But if you feel like doing this, I'll support you and just know we’re here, Lots, Phoebe and Daisy, me, even Fizz and mum." I teared up. Getting his support is the biggest thing he could give me.

"Thanks Lou, I love you so much!" I said, trying to stop the tears from falling.

"And by the way, if Calum has a problem with you doing this alone, he literally doesn’t deserve you." That made me laugh. Louis never fails to make me happy again whenever I cried. Oh how much I loved him and how happy I was, he is my brother.

Later at night, at about 8 pm, I heard the door closing and Calums footsteps on the stairs. I sat in the bedroom watching my favorite Harry Potter movie, the prisoner of askaban while eating tons of oreos, my favorite type of food. In the scene where Remus misses class and Snape teaches the students about werewolves, Cal enters the room, looks what’s on the TV and lies down right next to me, putting his arm on my shoulders. The butterflies were going wild in my stomach, as if he didn’t already do that hundreds of times. He then quickly grabs the remote and pauses the movie. My head quickly turned to him, looking at his beautiful face. How lucky was I, to have a boyfriend like him? My cute little Cal.

"Could you maybe hear me out?" He said. I wasn’t mad at him, just confused what caused that reaction after I opened up to him about my plans for the future. I wanted to know what I did wrong.

"Of course.” I responded. I really wanted to hear what he had to say, happy he already wants to apologize. Normally, it takes days for Calum to realize his mistakes or understand his feelings. He’s often overwhelmed by his own emotions and doesn’t know how to react.

"I'm sorry." He looked like a baby, like a literal baby.

"I didn’t want to react like this, but, what I later realized was, that I was just afraid they could hurt you and I wouldn’t be there to protect you." Oh my god, I never even thought about that, that he actually worried about that, not being able to protect me and be there for me. Now I felt bad, really bad.

"Oh, sweetie, I didn’t even thought about that! I’m so sorry!" I silently added 'Thanking his bandmates for helping him understand his feelings and giving him the courage to directly talk to me' to my To-Do list because he was only already doing this because of them. Calum pulled me into a soft, warm hug.

"You did nothing wrong." He then whispered in my ear. I felt safe. For me, a safe place was wherever Calum was. But still, I had to do this adventure alone, finding out about my family, my heritage. It’s what I planned to do a long time ago. I promised it, even though it was a promise to myself.

Calum then took again the remote and pressed 'play' so the movie continued.

"Let’s do a Harry Potter date night, shall we?“ he asked and I happily went to get more snacks. Feeling better because we talked about our misunderstanding and can get back to the good things in life. Watching Harry Potter was definitely a part of it.

Cal's POV:

Lying here, with his arms wrapped around her, watching their comfort movie together, was Calum's happy place. He wanted to do nothing else, but this. With her, he was himself, his true self. Nothing could hurt him whenever she’s around. His world is all around her. And in a situation he felt exactly how he felt when the first kiss in Phoenix happened. The fireworks in his stomach were going off again and he only saw her. His beautiful girlfriend. He knew, it’s going to be hard, letting her go, to find her parents. Knowing anyone can hurt her, that thought stressed him. But he knew, she’s strong. She’s a strong, independent lawyer who fights for her clients, fights for everyone who needs it.

"Milly, just know that I believe in you. I’m gonna be there for you, whenever you need it." He whispered, but he didn’t get a response. She fell asleep, right in his arms, looking like the cutest person on earth. How lucky was he, to have a girlfriend like her?