#nsfpriv

[actorcooper]

@stephonmeevans replied to your post “All the Priv individuals are posing for a sexy...”:

Babe, I'm flattered. You picked the best possible choice, let's be real. Want to make this happen? Because you, me, a bed, and a camera sounds like my idea of a good time.

​Come over and we can make it happen, sweetheart.

[patrick-flanagan]

📲 MIDGE & PATRICK

PATRICK: Have you ever been fucked in a panoramic elevator? @mir-iamwilde

[reaganroll]

📲 REAGAN -> DANNY

REAGAN: keep that dick safe, mamma is gonna need a ride after all this. @dannyssylvester

[mir-iamwilde]

Aren't you scared? Well, that's just fine. || DAMIDGE

WHO: @dannyssylvester, @mir-iamwilde

WHERE: Midge's Apartment

WHEN: The 31st of October, before and then after the halloween party

WHY: Danny and Midge get ready for the party, then come back to Midge's afterwards. Danny shares some personal information, and then Midge gets vulvernable.

WARNINGS: Mentions of kidnapping, violence, religion. Sex, NSFW

Midge WildeStepping out of the shower, Midge was kind of excited for her costume. She knew she was going to look great in it, but it was surprisingly low maintenance for her. She didn't even have to blow dry her hair, just brush and braid it. Which is exactly what she decided to do first as she stepped out of the bathroom and into her bedroom, still wrapped in her towel as she sat down at the chair in front of her mirror and began brushing her hair. "You know," She said, turning to Danny, "You could have joined me in there, I wouldn't have minded." She teased, winking over at him as she began to put her hair into a french braid.

Danny SylvesterIt was Halloween already, never Danny's thing, but he liked to dress up hot whenever he could so this definitely counted. He'd got his pants on so far, and pulled on his shirt but hadn't buttoned it up yet. Too busy getting distracted by the very gorgeous woman who's house he was in. "I know," He replied as Midge came back into the bedroom. "But I didn't want us to be late, we would have definitely got sidetracked." Even though he said that, he still stood up and placed a kiss onto Midge's shoulder, before moving to look at his accessories for his costume. "I feel like this is going to come in handy tonight." Danny waved his whip at her, a smirk on his face.

Midge WildeMidge grinned at his answer, letting her fingers tangle into his hair when he kissed her shoulder, "Babe, it's a party, not a wedding, you don't have to show up on time." She grinned, standing when she'd finished her hair to look at what he was holding. Midge walked over to where he stood, her hands adventuring to his abs, enjoying his open shirt. "I'm confused," She said, her face innocent as she met his eyes, "What could you possibly use that for?" She bit her lip as she tilted her head, as if trying to understand, "Maybe I need a demonstration..."

Danny Sylvester"Well in that case." Danny muttered and pulled Midge into a kiss as she began to touch him. He quickly pulled back and grinned at her. "A demonstration? I don't know... Are you sure you don't want to go straight to the party?" But he unfurled the whip and wrapped it around Midge's back to pulled her closer and kiss her hard. "If you want a full demonstration you'll have to get on the bed. And then I'd tie you up and then eat you out, but not let you come, just leave you hanging and keep teasing you, but you can't touch yourself." He nipped at her bottom lip. "And maybe I have a few other ideas too."

Midge WildeMidge let her eyes slide closed when he spoke, the images running through her mind caused her to let out a soft moan as her hips ground slightly against his on instinct. “Please,” she whispered, her hands still roaming his upper body. She couldn’t seem to resist him and didn’t care how long it took to get to the party, “You can’t tell me something like that and then leave me hanging, baby.” She said, her fingers tangling into his hair, not caring that her towel was coming loose around her on its own, “I need follow through.”

Danny SylvesterDanny just chuckled and brushed his lips gently against hers, teasing her. "Are you sure? Everyone will be waiting for us at the bar." He looked down to see that Midge's towel was starting to come off and he reached forward to pull it away from her body, mouth watering at what he saw. "We have all the time in the world after the party though." And he pressed hot kisses to her neck. "And at the party."

Midge WildeShe couldn't explain how much she didn't care about anyone who was waiting for them, but she could tell that Danny did, and she could wait. Waiting was half the fun. Midge laughed as he pulled her towel away, letting her arms rise up at her sides as she turned around to give him the full view. "All the time in the world, huh? You promise? Because I want you to take your time tonight." She grinned, her fingers tangling into his hair, "I think I might make you wait until after, maybe tonight at the party you can look but you don't get to touch, what do you think about that?"

Danny SylvesterAs she turned around and showed off her body to him, Danny smirked and slapped her ass lightly before she turned back around. "Oh don't worry, I will take my time tonight, if you're a good girl that is." He leant down to peck her lips a few times before pulling back. "You know you drive me crazy when you tease me. But I like the sound of that challenge honestly." His hands soon found their way back to her ass. "Not gonna lie though I'm going to be staring at your ass all night baby."

______________________________ Midge WildeComing home from the party, she hadn’t really had the fun time she’d envisioned. It wasn’t that she’d had a bad time, but the night seemed to feel heavier and heavier as it went on, and by the time she found her way back to Danny, she was just ready to leave and be alone with him. After hearing about his fight with Zach, the last bit of her energy seemed to drain out of her and she was ready to just sink into him. Entering her apartment she made her way straight to the fridge for some water, before turning to warp her arms Danny’s neck, her free hand tangling into his hair before removing his hat and placing it on her own head instead. Midge gave him a soft kiss, “Thanks for coming home with me.”

Danny SylvesterWhere he thought he was going to have a really fun time tonight with Midge and win the couples costume contest, but that certainly didn't happen. It was a bad time all around, with weird conversations and an almost fist fight, caused by him of course, and now he just felt slightly deflated. But luckily there was one little light in his life right now, Midge was still here. She was a good distraction, and was all over him straight away. Smiling softly as she put his hat on, he kissed her gently. "Thanks for inviting me back. Means a lot."

Midge WildeShe frowned, knowing his night hadn’t been great, not that hers had been either, but she wanted so badly to see him smiling like he usually did. She placed kisses along his jawline, “Baby, come here,” she whispered, taking his hands to lead him to the couch. She gently pushed him down on the couch before straddling him. Instead of rushing to take their clothes off like she normally would though, laid herself down on top of him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “You wanna tell me what’s on your mind?”

Danny SylvesterHe couldn't deny it, but Danny melted every time she called him baby. With a small smile, he let her lead him to the couch and he sat down. As she straddled him, he did expect it to be the start to sex, so he was definitely surprised when she wanted him to talk. "I'm sorry I ruined our night." He frowned and sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know, I just... You mean a lot to me, you know that right? I've never felt a connection with anyone like this before." And he looked deep in her eyes, trying to convey everything he felt. "But you don't know the real me. And I think we need to change that."

Midge Wilde“You didn’t ruin anything, my night still looks pretty good,” she smiled, gesturing to them sitting together on the couch. She nodded when he said she meant a lot to him, though she tried to deny it to herself, she knew whatever this was with Danny was deeper than just great sex, it was deeper than anything she’d felt. Midge frowned as he continued, anxiety spiking in her chest at his words, “What do you mean? What are you talking about?”

Danny SylvesterHis smile was soft, and so was the kiss and he leant up to press his lips to her. Danny could see that Midge was getting a little tense, so he reached up and held onto her arms, rubbing them to sooth her. "Sorry that did sound a little ominous." He swallowed a lump in his throat and took another deep breath. "This is going to sound crazy, I can't deny that, it took me a while to wrap my head around it." With a sigh, he got himself settled better on the couch. "Originally I was led to believe that I was adopted by Sue Sylvester. But I wasn't. I was kidnapped. You ever hear the story about Daniel Schuester? The baby that got kidnapped, that's me. And I have been living a lie my whole life and it is eating me alive."

Midge WildeShe sat up as he spoke, trying not to show her disbelief on her face. For a moment, she sat silently, just trying to take in what he'd just said. "What?" She finally spoke, her voice so low she didn't know if he'd even hear it. She wasn't sure if this was some kind of Halloween prank, or what, but she also couldn't imagine why Danny would come up like a story like this. "What?" She repeated, finally meeting his eyes, "How is that possible? You said originally you were lead to believe, so when did you find this all out?"

Danny SylvesterDanny just nodded slowly, his face sad. "Yeah... yeah it's true, it's all real." He rested his head against the back of the couch as he reflected back on bad memories. "About twelve years ago." And he shook his head. "I had been at home searching for my birth certificate and instead found lots of information about the real me and what happened... I flipped out, asked Sue and she confirmed it, and then I ran. That was my biggest mistake and regret. I left and didn't tell my siblings anything. Disappeared for twelve years and turned up like two months ago because I decided to tell them the truth." He finally looked at her now. "I'd been through so much shit and had just given up, I needed to come home."

Midge WildeShe didn’t know what to say, and instead just stared at him. She should have had a million questions, but her mind was blank, just trying to take in what he was saying. “What kind of shit?” She finally asked, wanting to make sure he knew he could tell her everything. “What about your birth parents, do they know?”

Danny SylvesterThe first question had caught him off guard and he paused. "I got arrested a few times, Sue bailed me out and then after the second time she said she wouldn't any more. So the third time I was in jail for just over three years." She was the first person he'd actually explained this too other than Penny. "Then after I was released I struggled to get a job and I ended up homeless for two years." Danny's brows furrowed deep. "That was hard. Really hard. I thought I was going to die, I was really ill at one point." Then he shook his head. "That doesn't matter though. And no they don't, I'm just trying to get to know my siblings a little better first."

Midge WildeHe had mentioned some of his past to her before on their date, how it was difficult to get a job because of it, but he hadn’t provided as many details. Staring at him, she ran her fingers through his hair, hoping to be some kind of comfort, “I’m sorry you had to go through all of that.” She whispered, “I hope you know that that never has to happen again, you’re stuck with me now, so you’ve always got a place to stay, okay? And someone to bail you out.” Midge sighed, leaning forward to give him a soft kiss, “I think that’s smart, I can’t imagine what navigating all of this has been like for you, baby, but just know I’m here for you, okay? Whatever happens, whatever you decide to do, I’m going to be here, okay?”

Danny SylvesterAs Midge ran her fingers through his hair, Danny sighed and leant into her touch. "It's okay." He muttered, the only thing he had the energy to do was shrug. Her words sunk in and he looked over at her, unable to find the right words to say, so he just nodded, many thoughts and feelings overwhelming him. He knew that Penny would never kick him out, but to know he had another place to stay if he needed it just made the heaviness in his chest ease slightly. "Why are you so good to me?" He asked against her lips, desperate to kiss her. "Penny is friends with some of them so I can go to her for help with telling them." Danny tried a small smile and nodded. "I know. Thank you."

Midge WildeBecause you deserve to be treated well.” She said, her voice serious, her answer matter of fact. Midge nodded, she wanted to listen for as long as he wanted to talk, but she also wanted to feel close to him, closer than she felt right now. She wanted to try and make his night better, to show him that she cared about him in the only way she really knew how, so she leaned forward again, kissing him as her hands cupped his face. She deepened the kiss, knowing that if he needed to talk more he would. Still she pulled away to rest her forehead against his, “You deserve so much better than what you’ve been given, baby.” She whispered, her hands roaming his body now as she placed kisses along his jawline, “I want to give you everything you deserve.”

Danny Sylvester"I don't." Danny replied, his voice barely a whisper so he wasn't sure whether she'd hear him or not. But then they were kissing again, and this time he allowed himself to get lost in it. As their foreheads rested together, he sighed, Midge was trying her best to cheer him up and he just kept pushing her away. Reaching up, he took his hat off her head and threw it aside so he could run his fingers through her hair. He didn't say another word, and just pressed his lips desperately against hers.

Midge WildeShe deepened the kiss, just wanting him. She didn’t feel the need to try and impress him, or make stupid comments, she just wanted to be as close to him as she could get. She sat up, just enough to take her top off, before moving closer again, her lips leaving a trail down his neck as she unbuttoned his shirt, allowing her fingers to trail along his bare skin as she went. “Danny,” she whispered, meeting his eyes again. “Take me to the bed.” It wasn’t that they couldn’t have sex on the couch, but it didn’t feel intimate enough tonight, she wanted more than just to be fucked by him, though she couldn’t put what she wanted into words, it felt like it needed a bed, and a closeness that the couch didn’t offer.

Danny SylvesterHe smiled as she pulled back to take her shirt off, letting his eyes roam over her upper body. His hands moved to cup her breasts, squeezing gently and then moving away so she could unbutton his shirt. Pressing his lips against hers again, he grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to him on his lap. But as Midge spoke, Danny looked at her and nodded, glad that she felt the same as he did. He didn't want to fuck her today, he wanted to spend some intimate time with her. Hooking his arms under her legs, Danny scooped her into his arms and picked her up, carrying her to her room, and gently placing her on her bed.

Midge WildeShe held onto him as he carried her, and then pulled him down on top of her when he laid her down. Midge began kissing him again, pushing his shirt off his shoulders now and down his arms. “Danny, I-…” she started to say something she was sure to regret, but the words love you almost tumbled out of her mouth without a thought. She didn’t know if it was even possible for her to be in love with anyone, but she did love Danny, as a person she loved him, but she couldn’t say that, not when they were about to have sex, not when she wasn’t even sure how she meant it. “I need you, baby.” She whispered, trying to cover up for her almost slip as she kissed along his jaw again.

Danny SylvesterHe was pulled down on top of her and he grinned into the kiss. Midge had definitely made him feel better by just being her, but he couldn't deny that sex would help too. But it was different, with Midge, even though he didn't feel like he was worthy of what she said to him, she did make everything better. His heart was thumping hard in his chest as he took a moment to look down at her. What was this? He had never been this soft and intimate with anyone like this before. So why Midge? Why was she different? She spoke and he nodded again at her request, kissing her once more. "I'm right here baby, I'm not going anywhere." And he tilted his head so she could kiss his jaw.

Midge WildeShe let his words echo through her, but didn’t say anything back. She didn’t need to, she just let the sounds they made fill the room instead. Midge reached down to undo her shorts, pulling them down with her panties and then kicked them the rest of the way off, leaving herself completely naked. She wasted no time moving to his pants, undoing them and pushing them down, leaving the rest to him to kick off. Midge kissed him again, her hands wrapping around his shoulders as she pulled him closer. She didn’t want all of the games and the teasing they usually had, she just wanted him as close to her as he possibly could be.

Danny SylvesterAs Midge took her clothes off and lay there naked in front of him, Danny pressed his lips to wherever he could on her body, feeling himself getting hard. Then his pants were coming off and he dragged his boxers down his legs before throwing them to the floor. They were pressed so closely together and he rolled his hips against her as they kissed. Danny reached down to stroke himself a few times before he pulled back from the kiss to look at her. "You ready?" He whispered softly.

Midge WildeShe let out a soft moan at the feeling of Danny's hips rolling into hers. Midge nodded, when he asked if she was ready, "Yeah, I'm ready." She whispered, letting herself relax back against the bed, her legs spreading to make sure he had plenty of room. She didn't know what this was, why this felt so different, but she felt like they were on the brink of something. Standing at the edge of a cliff that they were trying not to tumble over, and yet she also wanted to leap.

Danny SylvesterDanny gave her one last kiss before he lined himself up and slowly pushed in. He let out a soft gasp at the feeling and moved his head down to press his forehead against hers as he began to slowly rock his hips back and forth. Danny certainly wasn't used to this level of intimacy, it was soft and gentle, but honestly right now he wouldn't change it for anything, he wanted to be with Midge like this. Something had changed between them, but he just didn't know what. He moaned deeply as he pushed himself in further, but didn't get any quicker.

Midge WildeShe let out another moan at the feeling of him filling her, her hips rocking toward him in rhythm with his own. The pace he set was slow but it felt incredible, every movement felt magnified. Midge brought her hands up to cup his cheek with one, the other finding its way into his hair. She didn’t try to hide the moans that were escaping her with each thrust he made. Midge wanted to close her eyes, get lost in this feeling completely, but met Danny’s eyes instead. Everything felt so intimate, and she didn’t want to run from that for once. She didn’t know if he felt the same way, if he felt the same connection she was, but in the moment it didn’t matter, all that mattered was being there together. “Tell me something,” she whispered, longing to hear something that told her this was more than just in her head, that he could see the real her, that he thought she was beautiful, that he felt as vulnerable as she did in this moment, anything to tell her she wasn’t crazy for feeling this way.

Danny SylvesterHis eyes wanted to flutter shut as Midge ran her hand through his hair, but he kept them open needing to see all of her in this moment. There were a few soft groans from him as his pace picked up, and he pulled away so he could take a better look at her, laying there all for him and only for him. When Midge spoke, Danny's brows furrowed and he slowed himself down slightly as he stared at her. What did she want him to say? His heart was beating like crazy in his chest as he opened his mouth, he didn't want to say the wrong thing. But in the end, it came naturally to him. "You're so beautiful." And he brushed his lips against hers. "I care about you so much. I swear I do."

Midge WildeShe kept her hips moving in rhythm with his, watching him as he spoke. Midge pulled him closer so she could kiss him again. It was strange, the way she’d been naked in front of him plenty of times now, but had never felt this vulnerable, and yet, she’d also never felt this safe with anyone. Midge could feel her orgasm building already, “Baby,” she whispered, placing kisses along his jaw again, “I’m so close,” she added, her knees starting to shake a bit at the feeling. She couldn’t explain this, why she felt so exposed to him like this, she couldn’t hide behind her normal bravado and it terrified her, but Danny on top of her felt like a shield from all of the bad shit in the world that could hurt her.

Danny SylvesterHe moaned into the kiss, his rhythm picking up now as he was desperate for them both to come. His fingers traced all over her skin and moved down her body until he was gripping onto her hips. "Yeah..." Danny grunted slightly as he pushed in deeper. "Me too." He looked down at her, meeting her eyes and smiled softly. Everything he was feeling right now seemed to be amplified even more on this moment. And Danny cared about Midge so much, he knew he did, so why did this feel so different? "Come with me?" He asked, nearly at his peak. "Please come with me baby."

Midge WildeMidge nodded at his question, knowing she wouldn’t be able to hold off now even if she wanted to. She kissed him again, moaning into his mouth as she felt herself come undone, her hips rocking in rhythm with the waves of her orgasm now. She moaned again, her breathing ragged as her back arched off the bed, her toes curling into the blanket under her, and her hands grasped his arms, as if she needed to hold herself steady. Midge relaxed against the bed again as her orgasm slowed, trying to catch her breath. She didn’t want to move yet, didn’t want to lose the closeness, worried that somehow the vulnerability and the safeness of the whole thing would disappear as soon as the moment ended.

Danny SylvesterAs he saw Midge hit her peak, felt her tighten around him and heard her moan, Danny came too, his whole body shaking and feeling like it was on fire. It seemed very intense for Midge too and that spurred him on even more to keep moving his hips as they rode their orgasms out. Once they'd both came down from their high, panting hard, Danny moved down to kiss her softly, cupping her cheek. "That was incredible." He whispered and brushed his nose against hers. "Never felt anything like that before." He admitted.

Midge WildeShe let out a few shaky breaths before speaking, wanting to make sure she didn't say anything stupid. She brushed her fingers through his hair again, trying to keep herself in the moment, not let all of her fears and insecurities seep in and ruin this. "Me too." She finally whispered back, kissing him again. "Will you stay with me?" She finally asked, wanting him to spend the night, of course, but she knew that she meant that question with a deeper meaning, wondering if one day Danny would leave her, outgrow her. "I don't want to sleep alone." She added, hoping to cover up any double meaning to the question.

Danny SylvesterDanny nodded his head slowly at her request, but was confused to why she would even ask, of course he would stay with her, he'd stay forever if she asked. He pulled out slowly with a groan and dropped onto the bed next to her, gathering her into his arms. "I'm not leaving your side, I promise." Pressing a kiss to the back of her shoulder, he reached for one of her hands and tangled their fingers together. "Are you okay baby?" He whispered to her, trying to capture her lips as best as he could.

Midge WildeShe didn’t know why she let herself get so bothered all the time. They had just had a moment where everything felt so wonderful and then she had to remind herself that what goes up must come down before she even had a moment to enjoy it. But as Danny pulled her against himself she felt okay again, letting her body relax against his. She turned her head to kiss him back, then nodded. “I am now.” She whispered, “I think I just got scared for a second there, it sounds silly, I know.”

Danny Sylvester"That's good." He replied as he kissed her once more, before laying back down and moving to spoon her. Sure they'd had a lot of sex since they'd been hanging out together, but it was the moments like this that Danny felt were truly special, just the two of them together, holding each other and talking and really building a connection. He felt some sort of pounding in his chest, but he ignored it to focus on Midge. "What do you mean scared?" And he dipped his head to brush his lips against her neck. "That I'd leave?"

Midge WildeShe sighed, letting her free hand draw circles on the skin of his arm. "No," She whispered at his question, and then shrugged, "Or maybe." She didn't know what she was afraid of, she just felt like they were in a bubble that was about to pop for a minute and then he wrapped his arms around her and she felt better. She didn't know how to explain that. She let go of his hand, rolling over to face him now. "Usually it's so easy for me to be with someone physically. It's fun and it's easy and then when it's done, it's done. But when I'm with you I don't want it to just be done when it's done. I don't mean that I want to have more sex, I just..." She trailed off, her eyes wandering around the room instead of on him, trying to find the right words, "I feel like all the ways I'm usually so good at protecting myself are useless against you."

Danny SylvesterAs Midge rolled over to face him, Danny let her talk, but had a frown on his face as he listened. It didn't sound like a bad thing she was saying, but maybe it wasn't necessarily good because she seemed quite nervous and almost scared. But the other thing was that, he understood. He'd hook up with a girl and once they'd had sex he'd probably leave or just stay the night because it was convenient. With Midge his rules changed; he wanted to spend time with her, go out to dinner with her and hold her hand and buy her candy and cheer her up when she was sad. And it was terrifying. But as soon as he would look at her, that feeling in his chest and his stomach would settle. "You let your walls down around me. But I do the same, I like my walls down around you. Because I trust you, and care about you."

Midge WildeNodding at his words, she felt herself relax again. She was comforted by the way he understood her, even if the fact that they had that connection to understand her was part of what freaked her out. "Trusting someone means giving them a lot of power to hurt you." She finally said before placing a soft kiss on his lips, "I guess that's part of it, giving them the power to hurt you but trusting that they won't. And I do trust you, but then when I feel vulnerable I don't think I always trust myself, and I start thinking about..." She trailed off, trying to find the right words. "Like, just now, I was thinking that we just had this amazing moment where it felt like we were so connected, but then my first thought after was that at some point what goes up must come down, and you can't ride a high like that forever. It's like I can't just let myself enjoy something, I have to ruin it for myself, so I get scared."

Danny SylvesterDanny frowned but nodded, understanding completely. He had trusted the woman he thought was his mother, and she'd hurt him, in more ways than one, so now it was hard for him to trust anyone. But he trusted Midge as soon as he had met her, and to let her in was a huge step. "It sounds like you're getting in your own way of being happy. And I don't want you to do that, because you deserve to be happy." He leant his forehead against hers and tangled their fingers together, anything to try and comfort her. "There is bad with the good, there always will be. But you have to try and enjoy yourself and stay positive." He sighed a little, feeling deflated because he knew he wasn't really helping. "I care about you so much and I'm always going to be here, I promise you that, and I promise I'll never hurt you." Danny brushed some hair out of her face. "And you can talk to me about this and how you're feeling any time okay? I'm always here to listen to you."

Midge WildeShe nodded at his words, “I know. It’s not as dramatic as it all sounds, I just get in my head, but then when you said you were staying, I felt fine. I just need a little reassurance sometimes, I guess.” Midge kissed him, hoping he knew how much better he could make her feel just with his presence. “I don’t know how I got so lucky to have you in my life, and have you care about me the way you do, but I hope you know it’s mutual.”

Danny Sylvester "Then I will always reassure you Midge, whenever you need it." And Danny pulled her as close as he could as they kissed, letting her know that he was there and not leaving. "You're lucky? No way, I'm the luckiest guy in the world." He replied with a soft grin and kissed her nose. "But I know it's mutual. I struggle with accepting love and people actually liking me sometimes, but I know you care about me. You always know what to say or do to make me feel better."

[addycorcoran]

What’s your most used sex toy?

Double-sided strap. If your last name is Corcoran or Schuester, I'll pay for the eye bleach.

[corimmy]

What’s your most used sex toy?

...Zach. Sorry not sorry about that. In the past I was a big of the celebrator, but she's gotten pretty dusty lately.

@zachwilde

[morgan-weston]

📲 EVA & MORGAN

MORGAN: I know you've been ridin' my horses a lot lately, and it's been wonderful, please don't think I'm not having a great time, because I really truly am, you look so damn hot on a horse! But when are you gonna ride my tongue? MORGAN: Also, if someone was to make you a cake, what kinda cake would it be? @anderseva

[privmelissa]

FMK: mathieu, alex, zach

Fuck - Alex (already did many moons ago)

Marry - Mathieu

Kiss - Zach

@alex-washington-rackets @mathieuschue @zachwilde

[psutina]

Which Priv individual do you think of when you picture yourself pressing someone up against the wall and fucking them (or with the roles reversed)?

Serena, Malcolm, Jax, Daisy, Danny, Danim and Sam.

@serenaxsmythe @oinkoinkzoomals @muchadoaboutjax @dannyssylvester @daisyclarington @troutymouthsam

[actorcooper]

Which Priv individual do you think of when you picture yourself pressing someone up against the wall and fucking them (or with the roles reversed)?

Maeve. There's so many to choose from. To fuck, Stephanie, or Aurora. To be fucked by, Dexter or Malcom.

@stephonmeevans @psuauroraabrams @oinkoinkzoomals @syldexter

[goodkingbonnie]

No, obnoxious people with no mind for the people around them, annoy me. I have found that actors, but particularly musical theater ones, are these exact types of people. You certainly seem to fit the description. I'm personally rather passionate myself, but I'm not obnoxious about it, because I know that I don't need the approval of anyone other than myself. You Tinkerbell types, however, have praise kinks so big you can't actually function without all eyes on you. And last I checked you aren't on your knees calling me daddy, so I have no desire to stroke your ego, or anything else.

Passionate people annoy you? That's a shame. Were your rolemodels not driven when you were growing up? I hope that changes for you. It's always important to have someone who can motivate and drive you, even if you grow to dislike them. It just means they were pushing you outside of your comfort zone because they also believed in you.

[reaganroll]

FMK: Danny, Sarah, Maeve

Fuck: All three, what am I, a nun? Please.

Masturbate thinking about and then fuck: All three. Getting the pattern yet?

Kiss and grind on, then fuck: All three. Maybe at the same time, imagine how much fun that would be...

@dannyssylvester @sarahfabray @ltcdrmaeveflynnabrams

[mir-iamwilde]

I Feel Myself Go Insane. I've Got a Lot I Cannot Say || DAMIDGE

TAGGING: @dannyssylvester, @mir-iamwilde

LOCATION:The Spare Room.

TIMEFRAME: 10/15, early evening.

WARNINGS: nsfw - honestly these two need therapy.

NOTES: It's Danny's turn to try and take Midge's mind off what's going on, but she leaves him confused.

Midge Wilde

Looks like maybe it’s your turn to distract me this time [laughing]

Danny Sylvester

[look of concern] Are you okay? You and that chick got some history?

Midge Wilde

Something like that. I’m okay, just wasn’t expecting that. I guess that probably ruined your image of me as the cool girl, huh?

Danny Sylvester

[smiles softly] Nah you're still pretty cool. [wraps an arm around her waist] You sure you're good?

Midge Wilde

[Chuckling] Thanks. [Inhaling sharply at the feeling of his hand on her] I’m better now. How do you manage to still smell good in a lockdown?

Danny Sylvester

[shrugs] They gave us pretty decent toiletries. [steps closer] How can I help you forget?

Midge Wilde

Mhmm, I think you might just have some nice man musk, too. [slipping her fingers through his belt loops to pull him against her] I’m not sure, you have any ideas? I’m just a simple girl, really, I just have a one track mind, if you tell me a story or give me something to occupy myself I’m sure I’ll be fine.

Danny Sylvester

[chuckles] I'll take it. [wraps his arms fully around her and kisses her cheek] Hmm... Well Halloween is coming up, I'm sure they'll be lots of parties that we could go dressed up to. Maybe something like Batman and Catwoman? But the whole time all I'll be thinking about it ripping that leather skintight costume off of you and fucking you senseless. How about that thought?

Midge Wilde

Are you asking me to be your date to a Halloween party, and wear a couples costume with you? I think you think about fucking me a lot, and I don’t blame you. Are you gonna rip it off me at the party somewhere private or wait until we’re alone?

Danny Sylvester

[shrugs, all nervous] Just thought it would be a good thing for your mind to focus on. We don't have to if you don't want to. [grins] Yeah I guess I do, but you're so hot so I can't help it. I'm going to make you wait, tease you all night until you can't take any more and then take you home.

Midge Wilde

[Running her thumb along his cheek bone] No, we should. It will be fun, I just didn’t think…I don’t know. [shaking her head] Some people really don’t get how the anticipation can be just as good as the actual thing, but you do. I like that about you. You should eat me out before we go, but don’t let me finish so I’m on edge the whole time, too.

Danny Sylvester

[frowns] What's wrong? Seriously we don't have to Midge. [now grins] The anticipation is the best part, makes the orgasm better. But that's a great idea, I'll eat you until you can't take it any more and are on the edge but then stop, and you'll have to watch me all night knowing I was the guy with his tongue so deep inside you that you were seeing stars, but couldn't get that release.

Midge Wilde

She frowned in return, not really sure how to answer him. She wasn't sure what kind of mixed signal she was sending to him, but it was clearly the wrong one. "No, I want to." She said, her voice more firm now, "I think getting dressed up in matching costumes and going to a party with you sounds like fun, Danny. I'm just surprised you want to." She bit her bottom lip thinking over just how much she really wanted to divulge in the moment, not willing to question why she wanted to divulge anything to someone she barely knew, but she felt comfortable with him for some reason. "I tend to attract people who would rather not see me outside of the bedroom, that's all. I was just surprised. I want to." Midge grinned back at him, feeling her cheeks growing hot at the image he was creating in her mind, "Mmm, this is definitely working for me." She said, leaning her head back on the wall behind her, her eyes shutting for just a moment to picture it. "Don't you want to just pin me to this wall and take my clothes off right here?"

Danny Sylvester

Danny's eyes widened and he just nodded in response. "Okay. I just wanted to make sure you knew you had the option to back out if you wanted to." Then his frown was back. "Why wouldn't I want to? We'd make such a badass pair together and bound to win any costume competition." Feeling some sort of anger, he stepped forward and closer to her so she knew he was serious. "Yeah well they're idiots. You're amazing, why wouldn't people be seen out with you?" Those idiots didn't deserve Midge. Her cheek had turned red and he brushed his lips over it again. "Good, I'm glad." Midge had moved back slightly and Danny pressed forward more, nearly on top of her. "I do. So bad." She was drawing him in more and more and he was caught up in her.

Midge Wilde

"It's not like that, I don't mean to make it sound so dramatic. I just think I can be really forward, and then people think that I'm just slutty - which I am - and then that's kind of all there is to me - which it isn't." She shrugged, not wanting to dive too deeply into insecurities, especially when Danny had come over here to try and make her feel better, but she felt like maybe he was the kind of guy to understand how that felt. Her breath quickened when he pressed against her, she'd felt trapped since this whole thing started, but feeling trapped against this wall by Danny was entirely more enjoyable. Midge could feel the muscles under his shirt, and she was sure he could hear her heart thundering. "So, why haven't you yet? Why don't you do it now?"

Danny Sylvester

His frown was still there and he shook his head. "I wouldn't say you're a slut, but if that's what you think you are then fucking embrace it girl. I'm a slut and I embrace it. But no, that isn't all there is about you. And I can't wait to get to know more about you." And he offered a small smile. Danny pressed again, their bodies touching, her breath on his lips. "Too many people." He whispered, not needing to raise his voice because she'd hear it, hopefully over his pounding heart. "Not enough privacy. Unless you're into that." And he smirked again. "But I will do it now, if that's what you want?"

Midge Wilde

She laughed, shaking her head. “No, I mean, I really love sex, and I love getting to try it with new people, so if that makes me a slut then so be it, I don’t care. And I know there’s more to me than that, but I think a lot of other people assume there isn’t. I was just surprised you didn’t jump to that conclusion. I’m not like -….about to break down crying about how I��ve never been loved or anything, don’t worry.” She teased, but was grateful that he thought of her that way. 

Meeting his eyes at his offer, it took every ounce of strength she had to not tell him it was exactly what she wanted. “No, I think I should just walk away instead.” She said, clearing her throat and she pushed him back just enough to let herself out of the trap he’d set for her. She began to walk away but turned back to him, “I hope you’re not too disappointed, I wouldn’t want you to punish me when we get out of here for all this teasing.” She said, giving him a wink before walking back to the bar.

[addycorcoran]

Which Priv individual do you think of when you picture yourself pressing someone up against the wall and fucking them (or with the roles reversed)?

Josie, obviously. And I don't have to just picture it.

@josieschue

[corimmy]

Do You Feel Like a Man When You Push Her Around? || ZAMMY

TAGGING: @zachwilde, @corimmy.

LOCATION: Zach and Gabe's apartment.

TIMEFRAME: 10/22, afternoon.

WARNINGS: So many? Violence, pretty indepth mentions of csa, slut shaming, mentions of child abuse, religion, religious trauma.

SUMMARY: Zach and Immy are getting some of Zach's things together to stay at her place for a while when Aaron shows up, angry about the picture Midge sent him during lockdown and is there to put the blame on Zach.

Immy Cortes

More often than not, Zach and Immy were together lately, and generally they were usually at her house, but they'd stopped by Zach's apartment today to grab some of things, and while Immy could have been helping, she found herself in the living room, looking at various pieces of Zach's artwork instead. She was so mesmerized by the beauty of it all, she almost didn't hear the knock at the door. 

Gabe wasn't home and she didn't think anyone knew Zach would be here, so she figured maybe it was someone lost, and didn't want to leave them waiting and went to answer the door. "Zach, are you expecting anyone?" she called over her shoulder, just to be sure, but her whole body froze when she pulled the door open and saw Aaron Wilde standing there. 

His expression was confused at first, but as the realization of who he was staring at seemed to hit him, he let out a cold laugh, "Of course, Imogen. Of course I'd find you here." Aaron shook his head, stepping around her into the apartment and slamming the door shut behind him.

zach wilde

Zach was in his bedroom, gathering a few things here and there that he needed to bring to Immy's house. They spent the last week completely attached at the hip, and Zach wouldn't have it any other way. He was finishing up putting some things in a duffle bag when he heard Immy call out for him. His brows furrowed, not being able to hear exactly what she said. He made his way out of the bedroom. "What'd you say, babe? I didn't hea-" Zach went cold. His father was standing in his living room. He blinked once, twice - to make sure he was really there. As much as he hated it, the man still instilled a very deep fear inside of him. How did he know where he lived? He knows Gabe didn't tell him, so how... 

Zach cleared his throat. They knew all the tell-tale signs of when their father was angry. Zach memorized them all as a young child, knowing when they'd be receiving their father's unloving fists. They saw it right now - his stature, the way his jaw was set. They looked over to Immy to make sure she was okay, and then looked back to their father. It had been quiet too long, and Aaron noticed it. "What, boy? You can't speak?" 

He didn't want to, but he made his way into the living room and made sure there was enough distance between his dad and Immy. "I'm just surprised to see you here, dad." Zach said, feeling his heart beating wildly in his chest. "What's going on?" And how do you know where I live?

Immy Cortes

She didn't know why she was so afraid of Aaron, but she did know that when it came to fight, flight or freeze, she'd always been frozen, ever since she was a little girl. Whenever something bad was happening, her body and mind would freeze and she'd just tell herself over and over again that all she had to do was survive, which was exactly what she found herself repeating in her mind now. She snapped out of it when she heard Zach's voice, wishing somehow she could stop them from coming out of their room, save them having to see their father right now, but then Zach was there, and Aaron was radiating anger. 

As Zach stepped into the room, standing close to her and effectively shielding her from his father, Immy still felt fear, but something else, too. She felt protected, and loved, and like for the first time someone actually cared that something bad didn't happen to her, and she just hoped that having her there made Zach feel the same way. Aaron laughed at Zach, shaking his head, as if Zach should have been able to read his mind. "I'm here, because I want to know why you can't stop your sister from acting like a whore." 

Aaron tossed his phone to Zach, Immy catching a glance of the screen and a picture of Midge - bottle of whiskey in one hand, as she took a selfie of herself making out with someone in the other. "But now I see, that not only does she have your bad influence dragging her down, you've got the biggest harlot of them all hanging around again. God is testing you and you continue to fail in every way possible."

zach wilde

Zach's mind started reeling when Aaron called one of his sisters whore. He didn't even know which sister, only that it angered him in a way that he didn't know how to explain. He caught his dad's phone in his hand, and looked at the picture quickly. Midge. What was she doing? How did Aaron get this picture? And with.. Danny Sylvester? Man, Zach was going to kill that guy later. "Dad, no. Midge's just having a good time. She's being safe, that much I know. And that's what matters." No matter what, Zach would stand up for his siblings - even if he didn't know what he was saying was true. He really hoped she was being safe. 

They looked back at Immy to make sure that she was doing okay, but snapped their head back towards Aaron when he called her a harlot. Zach took a step closer to Aaron. "Don't say that. Don't talk about her like that," they said, balling her hands into fists at their side. This is how it happened last time - Aaron antagonizing them, and pushing Zach to the breaking point. "I'm going to have to ask you to get the fuck out of my apartment, dad. Just get the hell out of here." Zach's fear was now being overtaken with anger with how he spoke about the women in Zach's life that they loved so much. 

Aaron laughed. Of course he did. Zach bristled. "I'm not going anywhere, Zachary." Aaron loked towards Immy, a disgusting smirk playing on his lips. Zach had to hold himself back from beating the shit out of him just for looking at her like that, after all the lies he told about her. "Have you told him yet, Imogen? Have you told Zachary what you did?"

Immy Cortes

She didn’t know what to do, she wanted so badly to reach out and touch Zach, try to calm him down, try to protect him, but all she could manage to do was rest her hand against his forearm, kicking herself for not knowing how to handle this better. 

When Aaron looked at her, she didn’t know what he meant, all she could think about was his lies about her trying to seduce him, but Aaron just laughed again, stepping closer to both of them. “Don’t act like some scared innocent little lamb, you were born with the devil in you, weren’t you?” He sneered at her, “How old were you the first time you did it? The first time you lured your very own stepfather into your bed, Imogen? You bit off more than you could chew, didn’t you, that’s why you always came around our house, you couldn’t reap what you’d sewn. But that didn’t stop you from trying it again with me, luckily I am strengthened by Him and was able to resist you.” 

Shock and horror filled her at his words, her hand slipping away from Zach as she wrapped her arms around herself, “I was just a kid, I didn’t do anything to him or to you. I trusted you, I thought you were a good man, he was supposed to be my father, I didn’t do anything. I was just a kid.”

zach wilde

At his dad's words, Zach stilled. Why would he lie about Immy sleeping with her stepfather? He looked from Aaron to Immy, trying to put everything together. By the look on her face, Zach could tell there was some truth to it - but not in the way that his dad was insinuating. Did her stepfather touch her? At the thought, Zach started seeing red. Her reaction confirmed it. I was just a kid. And his dad was using this against her? 

"Shut the fuck up!" Zach yelled, not being able to stop themselves from raising their voice. Everything was hitting him at once. Aaron had the audacity to look affronted that they had yelled. Zach took another step towards him. "Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Don't speak about Immy that way. You say you're a man of god, but you're lying through your fucking teeth. What do they say about lying in the bible, Aaron?" Zach paused, but started again before their dad could get in a word. "Proverbs 19:5, A false witness will not go unpunished and he who breathes out lies will not escape. Think I don't remember your sermon on it?"

Immy Cortes

Immy watched in horror as Zach yelled at his father, she knew how afraid of Aaron Zach still was, but they were yelling at him over her and all she could do was try to crawl inside of herself. She wanted so badly to step in, to try and calm the situation down but she could barely catch her breath. Zach thought the whole thing was a lie, they’d always believed the best in her, but she’d have to tell him it was true. She hadn’t seduced her stepfather but what Aaron said happened was true.

“Zach, please,” she finally whispered, reaching for his arm again, she just wanted everyone to calm down. “It’s not a lie.” Aaron boomed, his voice serious as he stared at Immy, “You’re meant to be taking care of your siblings, Zachary, but you’re so busy with your little whore that you’ve allowed your sister to fall in to sin, you’ve brought bad influences around her and she’s too weak to resist. Maybe I was too gentle with her, she needed a firmer hand. Maybe when I leave here I’ll go visit Midge and show her the discipline I should have given her as a child, the way I disciplined you, but you were a lost cause. If it’s not whores and harlots it’s acting like a homo.” 

As much as Aaron made her feel like a scared little girl all over again, hearing him speak to Zach that way made her blood boil. Threatening him, threatening their sister, and calling them names? She couldn't stop herself from stepping forward around Zach. "Don't you ever speak to him like that again." She said, suddenly switching into fight mode. She had never felt so angry in her entire life, "They're not a kid anymore. I'm not a kid anymore, and have no right to even be here, nevermind speak to them like that!"

zach wilde

Zach was now past seeing red. He felt like he couldn't see anything straight. From calling Immy a whore, to threatening to put his hands on Midge, that was enough. It had been more than enough. He was about to absolutely lose it on his dad when Immy stepped in front of him, standing up for him. It was different - no one had ever been around in these moments where Aaron showed his true self, but Immy was seeing him for who he truly was. And she was standing up for him. "Im.." Zach said quietly, not wanting her to be a part of this. 

Aaron took three big steps, closing in the space between him and Immy. He was towering over her, trying to make her feel small. His face was red and angry, and Zach saw the man who had hurt him so many times before. They stepped in between the two of them. "Get the fuck away from her. I swear on everything, I will fucking kill you if you ever get that close to her again," they said through gritted teeth. Aaron tried to take a step forward again, but Zach pressed their hand against his chest, stopping him. 

The next thing that happened put Zach into a daze. His father was speaking, but his hand was wrapped around Zach's throat hard. The fear came back, and for a moment, Zach was frozen. He was eight years old again, getting thrown across the room because he muttered 'what the hell'. Then, something snapped in Zach. He struggled against Aaron, trying to take in a breath, and finally he was able to wrench his dad's hands off of him. "Don't fucking touch me!" Zach screamed, the anger taking over the fear. One of the reasons he worked out so much, got so strong, was that so he could have a defense against his father. And now he did.

Without much thinking, Zach pushed their dad hard. Aaron went stumbling backwards, but they knew that look on his face. He was going to try to make it hurt. “Immy, get back. Go to the other room, please,” Zach pleaded as Aaron came charging at them, his fist colliding into Zach’s cheek. The thing was, this pain? They were used to it. It had happened several times before. They were almost numb to the feeling. They felt the blood trickling, but didn’t care at all. Zach moved forward with ease, his fist colliding with Aaron’s nose. Aaron stumbled backwards, surprised that Zach was now fighting back. “I’m not a kid anymore. You think I’m going to allow you to beat the shit out of me? You think I’m going to give you that satisfaction?” Zach took their arm and pressed it against Aaron’s throat, pushing him all the way to the wall, holding him there like that.

They were shaking all over. Fear and anger felt a lot like the same thing, and the fact that he didn’t know if Immy was still in the room or not scared him. He didn’t want her to see him like this. He didn’t want to be like this. But when it came to his father… Zach would never let him make him feel as scared as he did when he was a young boy. Never again. “You’re never going to touch any of them. You understand me? Do you fucking understand me, Aaron? You’re going to be the perfect father. You’re going to treat them like a good Christian man does. You don’t want to know what I’ll do to you if you hurt a single hair on their head.”

Immy Cortes

She kept eye contact with him when he closed the gap between them, she was terrified but she refused to show it. Aaron seemed big enough to snap her in half if he wanted to, but she’d take it if it meant he stopped talking to Zach like that. She let Zach separate them, taking a few steps back, though she wanted so badly to stop him, to protect him. But then things were happening so fast. When Zach told her to go in the other room she didn’t want to, but listened, taking a step towards the hall until she saw Aaron’s hand on Zach’s throat and she froze, her own fists clenching. She was about to try and pull Aaron off when Zach freed themself and pushed Aaron back. 

Her heartbeat pounded in her ears and she watched the two men in front of her. She let out a scream when Aaron punched Zach, though it didn’t seem to deter either of them. They continued in what seemed like slow motion until Zach had Aaron pinned to the wall. Aaron looked like he still wanted to kill Zach but he seemed to stop fighting. 

Stepping forward, Immy put her hand on Zach’s arm, trying to ease him away from Aaron, hoping to calm them down. Aaron sneered at the two of them but reached for the doorknob, “Honor thy father, Zachary. This conversation is not over, not for you or for Miriam but I’ll wait until you can control yourself better.” He said, before shutting the door behind himself, as if he hadn’t been the one to get violent. Tears sprang from Immy’s eyes as she saw Zach shaking with anger. 

She let her hands roam their chest, trying to bring their focus to her. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” She asked, looking at the blood on their cheek. “I was so scared for you,” she said, burying her face in his chest, “Please tell me you’re okay. I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have made him angry.” She said, momentarily forgetting what Aaron had told Zach about her past while she focused on making sure they weren’t injured.

zach wilde

As Aaron left, Zach stood there motionless. He almost didn't notice Immy touching him at first. He snapped out of his daze when she pressed her face to his chest. He wrapped his arms around her tight, holding her there for a moment. He hated the fact that she just saw him act like that. That person was not who he was - that was who Aaron turned him into. That was the scared little boy finally fighting back. Immy didn't need to see that. He pulled away, hands still shaking, not knowing what to say. 

Zach stared at her, and it had been at least a minute until they realized that tears were pouring down their cheeks. Their whole body was vibrating with fear now, and they felt like they couldn't get a word out. "I'm so sorry," Zach finally choked out, feeling completely overwhelmed with emotion. A sob wracked their body, and they felt their legs go out from underneath them. They dropped to the floor on their knees, the tears still coming. How could a man make Zach, at thirty-six years old, feel this way? He clenched his fists, not wanting Immy to see him like this. No one had seem him like this - not even Gabe.

Immy Cortes

When his attention finally came back to her she could feel her heart breaking for them. She just stood there as Zach pulled away from her, tears in their eyes. For a split second she worried they were upset with her, for causing this, for what Aaron told them about her, for not leaving the room, for everything. But then Zach apologized and fell to his knees. 

She rushed forward, wrapping her arms around them, pulling their head to her chest as she kissed the top of his head. “No, baby.” She whispered into his hair, holding him as tight as she could, the fingers on one hand combing through his hair, trying to comfort him anyway she could think of. “None of this was your fault, please, please listen to me.” She didn’t know what else to say, so she kissed his head again and did the only thing she could think of which was to sing You Are My Sunshine to him, the same way she did to Malea when she was hurt or scared.

zach wilde

Zach looked up when he heard Immy singing to him. He wasn't sure why it took him out of his daze, but it did. He watched her as she sang to him, and he couldn't help the smile that finally started tugging on his lips. He was still shaking, but the tears were no longer flowing. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to her - Immy being the only thing that brought him that type of comfort. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. But, babe.. I couldn't handle the shit that he was saying about you and Midge." 

Zach pressed himself against Immy, wanting to be as close as possible to her. "About what he said... About..." They trailed off, not wanting to bring it up, afraid to upset her at all. "I don't believe him, you know that right? I don't think you'd do anything like that, babe."

Immy Cortes

She was so glad to see that they were finally relaxing a bit, and she kissed them back gratefully, her own nerves starting to settle, too. "You don't have anything to be sorry for, you didn't cause this, what else were you supposed to do, let him beat the shit out of you, not fight back?" She said, wiping away his remaining tears with her thumbs. 

When Zach said he didn't believe Aaron, she felt her body tense against him, and she pulled away just slightly, her eyes trained on the floor now as shame filled her. "Zach, it's true. What he said about me, it's true." She admitted, her voice breaking as more tears escaped her. "I mean, I was just a kid, I didn't...I didn't mean to..." She trailed off, shaking her head, her own hands shaking with fear over how Zach would react to this. How he would react to knowing he'd hit his own father to defend her and she hadn't even deserved it. "I was only 11 when it started but...I don't know, maybe it was my fault, maybe I did something to make him think it was okay."

zach wilde

Everything that he was feeling about his father - fear, anger and everything in between - dissipated when Immy said it was true. He listened to her talk, and as soon as she said I was only eleven, and that it could be her fault, all he could bring himself to do was pull her close to him. He hugged her tight, trying to fight the nausea as he thought of what her stepfather did to her. 

They pulled away, holding Immy's face in their hands, eyes locked. "You listen to me. Nothing was your fault. Whatever he did to you, babe.. I promise you that you didn't deserve it. You were eleven years old? No man should be touching an eleven year old child. Don't blame yourself." They choked on their words, tears falling once more. "You don't have to tell me the details. If you want to talk about it.. I'm here. But please don't feel like you have to explain yourself to me. I believe you, Immy."

Immy Cortes

When Zach pulled her against them, she felt her body collapse into theirs. Her tears were so strong now she didn't think she could speak, so she just cried against them, until they pulled away. Listening to his words, logically, she knew they were true, but it was so hard to feel the truth in them when she'd grown up being told it was her fault, and when Aaron, the only person she'd ever told, threw it in her face. 

"No, no. I know you're right. I do, but it's just...My bio dad, he took advantage of my mom, and then she got pregnant with me and my stepdad, he raised me, but my mom she didn't want to be touched after what Cooter did to her so, they just always told me that it was my responsibility to help out. I know how messed up that is now, but growing up it was just...It was all I knew." She shook her head, wiping her tears away quickly. "I don't ...I don't want to dwell on it, but I didn't want to lie to you. I didn't want you thinking your dad was a liar when he wasn't lying about that."

zach wilde

Zach had never felt the type of anger towards someone as he did as the people who told Immy that it was her responsibility to touch an older man. He thought he knew what it was like to feel it, but this was something entirely new. "He did lie, though. You did not seduce anyone. You're a victim, babe. You're not some temptress like he's making you out to be." 

They started playing with Immy's hair as they held her close, just needing to be as close as possible to her right now. Zach was pretty sure that they both needed this closeness after everything. They smiled sadly, but winced afterwards because of what they were sure was a cut and bruise on their face. Aaron must've punched them with a ring on - something Zach had been used to. "I love you so much, Immy."

Immy Cortes

She let herself relax into him for a few minutes, not wanting to do anything but be in this moment with them. The feeling of their hand in her hair bringing her comfort and calmness that she was truly just not used to. She finally pulled away from them to look when she heard them wince. Seeing the blood on his face, she felt a fresh wave of tears hit her. "I love you, too." She whispered, before finally pushing herself to her feet. 

Immy held a hand out to Zach to help pull him up, "Come on, we should get you cleaned up." She said softly, "Then we're packing whatever you need and you're staying with me. I'm not taking no for an answer. I don't want you to be here if he comes back. Maybe tell Gabe to think about staying somewhere else for a bit, too."

[morgan-weston]

talking would take too much time, i think i just better show you || eva & morgan

WHO: Eva Anderson @anderseva & Morgan Weston

WHERE: Eva's condo

WHEN: 8th of September

WHY: After his big blow-out argument with Andy about who Oakley's dad is, Morgan intends to go over and apologize to Eva for the radio silence and explain what has happened, buuuut his instincts are telling him to do something else.

WARNING: Smuttyyyy

MORGAN:

A week and a half had passed since Puck and Eva had confronted Morgan about Andy. The wheels had turned inside the young cowboy's head, going over every single word, every single thing that had been said, analyzing every single part of it, and trying to figure out what the best strategy for going about this whole ordeal would be. He'd basically isolated himself, not talking to his two lovers, or spending the same amount of time with them, that he used to, just to figure it our. And he missed them, goddammit! He couldn't help it! But he needed this conversation with Andy to be out of the way. He needed to have an answer, to know what the next step would be, before seeing them again. And when he finally did, it did not go any type of way that he was expecting it to. In fact, it had left him angry, frustrated and hurt. And he could easily just have let that kick him back into isolation, but being his rational self, Morgan didn't want that to happen. No, he knew what his next step would be. He rang the doorbell of the condo, leaning against the doorframe and running his fingers down his chins, the beard brushing against his fingertips as he waited for the frontdoor to open. And when he did, he slowly stood up, and looked at her. His eyes found her deep ones, and he felt his knees buckle. He'd thought out exactly what to say, but when he saw her, he couldn't help himself. Instead, he let his impulses take over, and he stepped forward, his hands softly grabbing a hold of her waist and bringing her body into his, their chests colliding and their lips crashing against each other, in the most hungry way that Morgan had ever been for Eva.

EVA:

With classes having started this week, Eva had been able to throw herself into work and use it as a distraction from any ounce of guilt she had about what had gone down with Morgan. While she didn't regret her interaction with Andy, she had regretted telling Morgan about it. With the way he'd stormed out of her classroom and then hadn't said a word to her since, she didn't exactly know where they stood. Puck also hadn't said anything to her about hearing from Morgan so while she didn't know if the men had spoken, she was practically assuming that the cowboy just wasn't up for dealing with them at the time. But she was trying to give him space, which was why she had spent her weekend with girl friends before deciding to relax a bit on Sunday. Or she was until she heard the knock on the door. She wasn't expecting any company today, but she was grateful that she was in one of Puck's old high school tees and a pair of shorts as she went and opened the door. Seeing Morgan on the other side, she couldn't read into his eyes but she was sure something was wrong, but then she was being yanked forward and pulled into a kiss before she could ask him if he was okay. Eva wrapped her arms around the cowboy's neck as she guided them into her loft, and then she kicked the door shut behind them. When the need for air became too much, she pulled away just enough to break the kiss but to still be able to gaze into Morgan's eyes. "How do you want me?"

MORGAN:

It felt like the massive weight on his shoulders from the emotional turmoil of everything that had just happened had suddenly been lifted, as Eva responded to the kiss almost immediately. The way she reciprocated by pulling him in was something that he was incredibly grateful for, and when she kicked the door closed, Morgan pushed her up against it, a hand instantly falling onto the hard surface to keep her from hitting it. He could’ve stayed like this, but that was probably the lack of air in his head talking, because he breathed heavily when Eva pulled away, his eyes opening. He’d been determined to tell her how he felt, determined to communicate about it, but instead, the only determination there now was, was the lust behind his eyes, and he knew Eva could sense that, given her question. She was always so good at knowing exactly what he needed. “In every kind of way,” Morgan said, voice low and raspy from the lack of air. He looked down briefly and saw the t-shirt and shorts that she was wearing. He recognized the top; it was Puck’s. He would be next on Morgan’s list to visit. For now, his attention was only on Eva though. Bending down slightly, Morgan’s hands slid to her ass, and he lifted her up effortlessly, his lips connecting back on hers, as he made his way further into his lover’s condo. He had no idea where he was going, but he had two things on his mind: ‘don’t drop her’ and ‘kiss the ever-loving fuck out of her’. Her lips were soft like pillows, and the way she fit against him like this was everything. Morgan managed to find his way into her kitchen, setting her down on the countertop. One hand spread her legs apart to make room for him to stand in between, and the other swiftly started tugging on Puck’s t-shirt, desperately needing it off. The kiss only broke, once the material of top had to come off over her head, but it didn’t take long for Morgan to connect his lips to the bare, warm skin of Eva’s neck, where he felt so incredibly safe.

EVA:

Eva should have been slowing things down here, asking him to use his words to explain the radio silence over the last week and a half, questioning what exactly had happened that led to him turning up on her doorstep like this, but she couldn't. Or at least she didn't want to. While she was used to him being much softer and a lot more gentle with his actions, at least majority of the time, she knew that this was different. Assuming he'd talked to Andy, she could only theorize that the talk did not go over well, and that they had probably lied yet again or said some shit about them threatening her, so she was sure that Morgan wasn't happy right about now. If he wanted to work his frustration out with her, she sure as hell wasn't going to stop him. His answer to her question sent chills down her spine — the cowboy had never exactly said that to her in that tone, and the pool between her legs was proof that it had sparked something inside of her. Smirking as he scooped her up, she eagerly kissed him back yet again as he carried her into her kitchen and put her on the counter. While she enjoyed him being an absolute gentleman, there was something about him being insatiable that was driving her wild. She let him get the shirt off before she was tilting her head to the side, giving him much better access to her neck as her hands fumbled with the buckle on his belt. Eva needed it off, now, and luckily it didn't take too much blundering before she was undoing the belt, and then the buttons, before pushing his jeans down as far as she could manage in this position. Now she was the one getting impatient. "Mr. Weston, I hope you didn't come all this way just for some foreplay." She whined. "Because after the way you just kissed me, I need you."

MORGAN:

Morgan always got like this around Eva. There was something about her - he couldn't explain exactly what it was; if it was her energy, the way she looked at him - that always had the man craving for more. More of being physical with her, more of getting to know every single movement and sound of hers, more of wanting to know what she thought and felt. He couldn't possibly get more of her. His lips ghosted over the silky smooth skin of her neck for a second or two, feeling the way her small hands were working his belt and pants, and his hand moved to her hair, tangling his fingers into it. The velvety-like feeling of her earlobe hit his nose, and he breathed in deeply as he placed kisses right under it, feeling the air hit his legs as she managed to push his jeans off. 'I need you' chimed through his ears as his brain started to register it, and he moved back in to kiss her lips passionately, managing to deepen it after a moment. "I need you too," He whispered against her lips, and started kicking his shoes and pants off, having to break the kiss. His hands lifted his t-shirt up and over his head, and whilst trying to catch his breath after the kiss, he allowed his eyes to explore the goddess who was right in front of him. Her body, her face, those eyes and lips. "God, I need you so fucking badly," He repeated, a rawness in his throat appearing on the swear word. He couldn't even begin to describe just how badly he needed her; but he also couldn't even fathom in what kind of capacity he did. His hands moved to her thighs, letting his fingers wander up, and under the shorts. They danced with the fabric for a moment, his eyes trying to read her reactions, before he finally bend down and placed his lips, going on the exact same trail that his curious hand had just done. He pushed the shorts slightly out of the way, so his lips could have access to her inner thigh, and his fingers inched closer and closer to Eva's hot center. "What do you want?"

EVA:

Although it hadn't been that long since they were last intimate, Eva had been quietly longing for him. She felt like she'd spent more time 1x1 with Puck than she did with Morgan, at least in terms of intimacy, and she was desperate to change that. Doing it as a throuple was one thing, but with so many limbs and mouths attempting to move in sync to please one another, it was much hard to soak in every little thing Morgan liked during sex, so this was her chance to explore it all. Hence her melting into him at the foreplay, allowing his lips to trail over her flesh until he was kissing her yet again, making her whine every so softly as she kissed him back. Honestly, how she was still struggling to understand the severity of her increasing feelings for her men, she'd never know, but Morgan's actions so far were only driving her crazier. Her mouth briefly went dry as he returned her sentiment in a tone she wasn't accustomed to, but she was sure that the puddle between her legs signaled just how much she loved it. Watching his hands travel along her body, Eva bit her lip as Morgan lowered herself, not that he had to do much of that, right between her legs. She was almost struggling to decide what she wanted as her eyes stayed glued to his. "Umm..." She paused, running a hand through his hairas she shrugged. "I need either your mouth or your dick — or both, I don't even care." She whimpered as she gently tugged on his short, dark strands of hair. "I just need you to fuck me, Mr. Weston."

MORGAN:

A devious smirk grew on Morgan's lips, hearing Eva whine for more, for him. In his ears, it sounded like he could do anything he wanted to, to her, as long as it involved satisfying her, and that was a dangerous game to play. Now it felt like he wanted to prove something to her; that she'd never get anything better than this. So while he was bent down, his hand travelling up and under her underwear, his lips explored that soft skin on her thighs, getting higher and higher up, tongue dragging over it, before finally finding the right spot that he could leave a mark on, wanting her to have something to remember this time by. Meanwhile, his fingers finally reached her hot center, and his thumb ghosted over her clit, rubbing it gently before moving his lips up towards it. His tongue darted out, licking up some of her juices and humming delightfully. "You taste so good, Ms. Anderson," he growled, and looked up at her with a smirk, before moving back in, tongue and thumb toying with her clit for a moment, before he finally stood up straight. His arm slid around her waist, as he tugged his underwear down enough to reveal his hard member, taking it into his hand and beginning to guide himself into her. With eyebrows furrowed, he kept his dark eyes on hers, and held his breath, feeling her walls around him tightening. "I can't do both at the same time," he teased in a breathless whisper. "But I can promise you the latter." And with that, he had her filled up, and he slowly started to pull out again, only to push himself in, and start a steady rhythm of thrusts, eyes never leaving Eva's.

EVA:

With the few amount of times that Morgan and Eva had done this as just a duo, it was easy to spot the difference in this time and the others. Him wanting to please her in ways no one else could was customary when he was simply charming her, or wining and dining her, but him aiming to appease her like this sexually was driving her crazy already. She watched him chase kisses along her inner thighs, not even remotely worried about him marking her up. If the man wanted to claim her, she'd sure as hell let him. She was so mesmerized by his mouth being possessive that she hadn't even paid his hand any attention until he was toying with her clit, causing her to softly moan out in response. Morgan was definitely trying to kill her at this rate, and she was one hell of a willing participant. As soon as she felt the warmth of his tongue swiping though her folds, Eva gently ran a hand through his hair. "Morgan!" She whimpered. They both knew what had gotten into him, and part of her wished he could always be this frustrated or upset or whatever if it meant he'd keep devouring her like this. Him teasing her clit sent chills down her spine, and she immediately frowned once he stopped. "You're torturing me." She pointed out as he held her, though she instantly perked up as he freed his dick. With the Puck's shit with his dad and Morgan's baby daddy drama with Andy, she hadn't been dicked down since the last time the throuple had been together, and she'd needed this. Eva bit her lip as his length started to fill her up, and she rolled her eyes playfully at his words. "This is exactly what I needed, cowboy." She confessed, gazing right into his eyes as he started pushing in and out of her cunt. "I've missed you." She muttered almost inaudibly. Showing affection was one thing, but Eva had never been one to just openly admit to missing someone in this capacity, yet it was true, and she'd been starting to get needy when it came to her men. "Harder, Mr. Weston." She pleaded.

MORGAN:

There was a hung intensity in the room, it almost felt like there was an electricity between the two semi-naked bodies, and sparks kept flying off. There was no denying that Morgan was using his frustrations, his pent-up anger - but he was also using his desire, his need for Eva. She was like a drug, in an incredibly compelling way. One taste, and Morgan was hooked, and now he'd gone through withdrawals for over a week, and he wanted to go back, take her all in. The way he craved her, how desperate he was to feel her against him, hear her moans and get shivers from her fingertips dragging through his hair or her nails along his back; it was like he was a predator, hovering over his prey, taking in his prize before devouring her, as if she was his last meal. He wasn't sure if he'd heard correctly, or if she'd mumbled something else, but the words 'miss you' seemed to register in Morgan's brain, and it only made it more intense for him. Not once did he take his eyes off of hers, as his thrusts only grew faster. He wanted to show her, prove to her that he'd missed her too. Heavy breaths came out through his nose, and his arm around her waist gripped her tighter, making sure she didn't go anywhere. Every now and again, he would feel her walls vibrate against his dick, or her moan had his heart flutter, and in return, his throat would close up, and a growl would come out. His free hand moved to her cheek, cupping it gently, a stark contrast his hard thrusts. The sound of their skin clapping together filled the room, and Morgan was beginning to feel his abdomen area start to tense up, that itch slowly starting to get scratched. "Fuck, you feel so good," He managed to moan out loud, eyes finally closing and giving in to the wonderful sensation of her. He turned it up a notch, not being able to help himself, and sped up, going faster and harder, fingers tangling into Eva's hair, and eyes openinp to keep them locked on Eva's, wanting to watch her every reaction.

EVA:

Eva wasn't sure how she'd gone from giving Morgan to space to suddenly having his dick buried inside of her, but she was on a cloud now. As much as she had been avoiding the obvious feelings she was starting to have for Puck and Morgan, the way she'd wrapped her arms around Morgan's neck and was moaning and whimpering just for him would surely say otherwise. She was hardly this enthralled by pointless sex with anyone that wasn't her boys, and the shift in the cowboy was definitely about to send her brain spiraling. The only other time she'd felt desired this much was during Puck's birthday threesome, which naturally was on another caliber with all things considered, but this was much different. Morgan's grunts, the intensity of his thrusts, the way he was gazing into her eyes — Eva was almost in a trance as her nails clawed at the nape of the man's neck, and she was struggling to maintain eye contact as her head tried to tilt back the more he railed her. "Fuck, Morgan!" She cried out as he pinned her body to his, giving her absolutely no chance to try and run away from pounding (not that she'd wanted to). Soon enough her walls started clenching around his shaft, and she felt a familiar flutter in the pit of her stomach, and Eva was sure that she couldn't last much longer. She would have smirked at his words if it weren't for the yelp that then came out as Morgan's hand slipped into her hair, and the increased past of the thrust inside of her only gave her a few additional seconds before her orgasm was washing over her, causing her to drench Morgan's dick in her cum as she moaned out his name repeatedly, and probably far too loudly. She was sure that her neighbors wouldn't appreciate that so before she knew it, she was crashing her lips into his, kissing him passionately as he fucked her right through her climax.

MORGAN:

Morgan's breath was ragged as he felt Eva tighten around him, the pleasure overwhelming but his thoughts, for a moment, were somewhere else - caught between the wild lust they were tangled in and the mess of emotions he'd been wrestling with lately. He never expected things to escalate like this tonight, but here he was, buried deep inside her, hearing his name fall from her lips in a way that made him feel... something more than just the physical. He grunted as her nails clawed at the back of his neck, her body pressed against his in a way that made it impossible for him to think about anything else. Every thrust, every gasp, had him holding on tighter, needing her in a way that went beyond just sex. He wasn’t the kind to get caught up in feelings like this, but damn if being with Eva wasn’t messing with his head. Her moans echoed in his ears, the way she responded to him driving him wild. “Goddamn, darlin’…” he rasped, his voice rough as he watched her, caught between the intensity of their connection and the raw desire pulsing through his veins. He didn’t let up, gripping her hair as he felt her climax around him, her body shuddering with the force of it. The sound of her voice, the way she cried out his name, only pushed him further. When she kissed him - desperate, passionate - he groaned against her lips, not letting up on his pace as he rode out her climax with her. He could feel the heat coming through his own abdomen, the way she was clenching around him, the way her tongue against his felt, the way she was still moving against his body as she rode out her orgasm. Groaning into the kiss, Morgan’s eyebrows furrowed, and he could feel it. And with one last thrust, he managed to pull out before the white ropes started coming out of him, and he breathlessly bent down again, lips going straight back onto Eva’s now swollen cunt, tongue licking up her delicious juices. Moaning into her as he kept cumming, his hands moved to try and give him more space between the fabric of Eva’s shorts and her skin, but it kept getting in the way, and finally, the frustrations (as well as others) had to come out, and he grabbed a hold of each side of the shorts and her underwear, and tore them apart with a loud ripping sound. His frustrations and anger caused him to want to bring pleasure to Eva all day long.

EVA:

Eva wasn't sure of much these days, at least when it came to people's feelings and shit, yet she knew something was brewing with her, Morgan, and Puck. She'd gone over a week without so much as a peep from either man and when she'd noticed it, she'd felt a few different emotions but had chosen to swallow them and resort back to her old ways. She'd stuck her neck out to defend Morgan and try to push the idea that he deserved to know if he had a son out there, and then he'd essentially ghosted her afterwards — which she partially assumed was because she'd been right and Andy was only allowing him to see his son if he stayed away from her. She would've understood it, sure, but her disappointment and the lack of anything from Puck following their classroom fiasco had her doubting whatever feelings she was considering for either one of them, and then Morgan showed up like this. Whatever had gotten into him in the time they hadn't interacted was more than working out in her favor, and she damn near melted when he spoke. Him calling her darlin' was added to the list of shit she loved hearing the cowboy say, and if she wasn't already dripping all over his length, she certainly would have been now. Even the way he didn't miss a beat as he continued to pound her right through her orgasm was fucking sending her to all new heights of pleasure, and she was barely even able to contain the way she was moaning and panting simultaneously against his lips. Once he finally had to pull out, she frowned before watching him lower himself between her thighs again, and then her head was tilting back once more as she tugged on his hair again. "Ohh my God!" She yelped under the warmth of his tongue. "Mr. Weston—" She purred breathlessly now, yearning for more already but definitely aware that she needed a minute to recover. Her eyes widened when Morgan ripped both her shorts and her underwear, and the sight alone set every inch of her body on fire. "Goddamn.." Eva whined, and she would have been the one to initiate another round, but she knew they needed a break first, but she still liked their proximity so she wrapped her arms around his neck again and pulled him closer. "Not complaining....but we should talk." She pointed out. "Also, hi." They hadn't exactly had time to exchange pleasantries with the way he'd come right in and kissed her, so she figured now was a good time for it.

MORGAN:

Morgan’s breath was still uneven, his heart pounding from both the intensity of what they’d just shared and the weight of everything that had been on his mind for the past week. He hadn’t meant to disappear on her like that. In truth, he hadn’t meant for any of it to go the way it did with Andy either, but lately, he’d felt torn between too many places; a small part of him wished the kid was his; it meant that he’d created something bigger than he could ever describe. But on the other hand, he hoped Andy hadn’t lied about all of that to him, and he wasn’t ready to give up whatever it was that he had with Eva and Puck. Not now. Not when he was feeling some feelings that were indescribable but absolutely amazing to feel. As Eva wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, the tension in him eased just a little. Being here with her, feeling her warmth, it reminded him of what he’d been missing. A small groan did escape his throat though; he’d wanted to keep going, wanted to keep tasting her. But he also understood why they couldn't. He pressed his forehead to hers for a moment, catching his breath, a small smile tugging at his lips when she gave him that ‘Mr. Weston’ tease. But her words about needing to talk lingered in his head, heavier than the playful mood they'd shared a moment ago. "Hey," he finally said softly, his voice low but filled with an unfamiliar warmth. He kissed her cheek lightly, the intensity of their earlier passion settling into something quieter, more intimate. "I’m sorry, I got a li’l carried away,” Morgan started, pulling back enough to look at her poor ripped bottoms that he’d gone all Hulk on. He let his hands slide up her back, grounding himself in the feel of her. Finally, his eyes lifted to catch hers again, sucking in a deep breath. They should talk. “And I’m sorry about just disappearing. It wasn’t about you. There’s been a lot goin’ on with Andy, tryin’ to figure out how to talk to 'em." Morgan sighed, shaking his head slightly, his eyes meeting hers with a mixture of regret and sincerity. "You deserved better than that, and I don’t wanna keep you in the dark. I wanna figure things out with you. Just… been caught up in my head, and I know I should’ve been here." He let his forehead rest against hers again, his touch gentle as if trying to show her that he meant every word. "But I’m here now. So, let’s talk."

EVA:

While Eva couldn't deny that Morgan coming in the way that he had and having his way with her had been hot as hell, it was only a bandage over the real issue here. She didn't expect much from him or from Puck, but proper communication to at least let her know that they were fine and just needed some space for a few days would have been nice. Anything would have been a much better alternative than the radio silence that had sent her right back to her old ways, but she wasn't about to tell them that. Especially not after Morgan had fucked her like that, and was prepared to go for another round until she'd stopped him. Letting him rest his forehead against her own, she took in his ragged breathing and allowed her own to even back out as she started trying to force her brain not to be so jumbled up now. She didn't even know what to say to him after the Andy thing, nor had she wanted to initiate the conversation herself considering that she'd gotten them all into this mess to begin with, but they would've just kept having sex if she hadn't intervened. She smiled at the kiss to her cheek, appreciating the simple gesture, before she too glanced at her now ripped bottoms. "Don't. That was sexy as hell, and I'm tempted to go get redressed just so you can do it all over again." She teased, though the thought had crossed her mind. Who wouldn't want to see that again? Before she could dwell on it too much, Morgan started his verbal apology, and she was already sighing when he mentioned not keeping her in the dark. Eva may have overstepped before, so she was 100% fine with being left in the dark on that situation, even if Morgan didn't want that. She chewed on the inside of her cheek as he continued, leaning more into his touch as her mind settled...for the most part. When it was finally her turn, she shrugged first. "I'm not mad that you weren't here. I dropped one hell of a bomb on you so I get why you needed space, and I'm glad that you took it." She reassured him. "Honestly, your situation with Andy should be handled with just you two. I can't promise not to argue with them again, and if that is your son, I'm not gonna be the reason why you can't be in his life." The kid thing wasn't for her anyways, but especially not when the kid was that young, so she had no issue removing herself in order to let Morgan see his son. "I am mad that you, and Puck, just ghosted me without so much as a simple text to tell me you were okay or wanted out of..whatever we're doing." Eva could have called it a relationship, or something akin to that, yet she'd much rather vomit than label it as such. "If all of this is too much while you're trying to figure things out with Andy, then just say that."

MORGAN:

Morgan closed his eyes for a moment, letting her words sink in as he rested his forehead against hers. Her touch was grounding, but her words cut through the haze of everything they’d just done, forcing him to confront what he’d been avoiding. He wasn’t great with feelings, especially when they got messy, and this thing with Eva and Puck - it was starting to get real messy. And now, with Andy in the mix, things were spinning faster than he could keep up. He gave a soft chuckle at her teasing about getting redressed just to have him rip her clothes off again. It was easier to lean into that kind of talk, to keep things light and fun like they usually did, but the seriousness in her tone when she mentioned Andy pulled him right back to the heart of the issue. “I get it,” Morgan said quietly, his voice soft but sincere. “You’re right. I should’ve said somethin’. Should’ve let you know I was okay, that I just needed some time.” He brushed a thumb along her jaw, searching her eyes. “I didn’t mean to ghost you, Eva. I’ve just been tryin’ to figure out what the hell to say to Andy, how to handle all this without makin’ a bigger mess. But I should’ve made sure you weren’t left wonderin’ ’bout me. That wasn’t fair to you.” Morgan sighed, leaning back just enough to look at her fully. “As for this thing with Andy – the kid isn’t mine.” He said, definitively. He trusted Andy to tell him the truth. “And while it’s been somethin’ I’ve had to deal with on my own, you bein’ around, that doesn’t mean I can’t figure it out. You didn’t cause any of this, and you sure as hell ain’t the reason I’m tryin’ to sort things out with them. Don’t think for a second you’re the problem here.” He paused, his brow furrowing as he tried to find the right words. “And I ain’t tryin’ to get out of whatever this is between us, Eva. I don’t know what it is, and maybe that’s part of the problem. But I know I care about you. I wouldn’t be here right now if I didn’t.”

EVA:

Eva hated feelings, she hated doing the serious thing and she had been trying her hardest to avoid it for as long as she possibly could. It was a habit, one she'd perfected over the years as she ran away from her feelings, and communication wasn't her strong suit. Clearly the same went for Morgan and Puck, which wasn't a good thing, but she'd just assumed they were all fine with things the way that they were until this whole thing happened. Nodding along as he pointed out the obvious, she didn't feel the need to point it out again since he knew what he'd done wrong again. Leaning into the hand on her jaw, she knew he meant every single word he was saying, which helped ease the rest of her frustration. "You can stop apologizing, cowboy. I hear you, and I believe you." She stated. Poor communication was certainly the cause for all of this shit, and she didn't know if they'd all grow from this overnight, but she was going to give him the benefit of the doubt. Or she was, until he insisted that the kid wasn't his. There was so much she wanted to say, to ask why the hell he believed that so easily, but she was deciding not to get involved in all of that again. Letting him say what else he needed to say, Eva simply hummed before shrugging nonchalantly. "I care about you too. And truthfully, I want to be here for you through all of this, I do, but that means talking to me. Seriously, if everything with Andy is too much and you need space, just say it. If you need a distraction, then I can do be that. But I need you to talk to me because I can't read your mind, cowboy." She pointed out before she leaned in and kissed him softly. "But ghost me like that again and I swear I'll kick your ass."

MORGAN:

Morgan smiled against her lips as she kissed him, feeling the tension between them start to ease. There was something comforting in the way Eva said she believed him, the way she didn’t push for more explanations or question the Andy situation further. He knew it wasn’t simple, but hearing her say she cared and was willing to be there meant more than he could put into words right now. He pulled back just slightly, enough to meet her eyes with a softer look. “I hear you, Eva. I’m not gonna disappear on you again, I promise,” he said, his voice low and genuine. His thumb brushed lightly against her jaw as he kept his hand there, feeling the warmth of her skin under his palm. There was a part of him that still didn’t fully understand what he was feeling - whether it was the mess with Andy or the uncertainty with the throuple that had him all turned around - but he knew one thing for sure. He didn’t want to lose either Puck nor Eva, and he couldn’t keep pretending his feelings for her were just surface level. “I've missed you,” he admitted, his smile crooked, almost sheepish. Hearing her threat, he knew that she wasn't kidding around, but he couldn't help but grin anyway, nodding along as he took it in. "Good thing I don't want to ghost you then, huh?" And with that, Morgan moved both arms around Eva's form, slipping her off of the counter, and throwing her over his shoulder, her ass right in the air, and the torn garments of her bottoms swinging about. "Now, if you don't mind, Ms. Anderson, you and I have some things to catch up on," He said, making his way to the bedroom, as he kept a steady hand on Eva so she wouldn't leave his shoulder, and another giving her ass a playful smack. He wasn't about to go another week and a half without her again, but he also didn't hate the fact that his only intention was to spend every waking second devouring her and making sure she knew he'd missed her.