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boxwinebaddie · 8 months

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Uncle nina! How do Stan and Kyle feel about pet names!

aaaaaaa!!! ok ok i have a lot to say ( this is so much im sorry i had a lot of feelings )

ok first off i think stan really likes them, like he just thinks they are cute and nice <3

( also bc he is so cute and nice ilysm bb )

but this stems a lot from the fact that growing up randy was extremely cruel to stan and rarely referred to him fondly or at all like: “kid, grab me another beer” was stans pet name for years :/ ( pet in that sense meaning like literally subhuman smh fuck u randy )

but sharon!!!! sharon brought up stan with so much love and light!!! she grew up calling him a million cute lil things like stanshine and marshmallow and stannie, sweetheart/honey/baby and it was very special and fond to him

stan = sharon tbh so he just developed a lot of her love languages, expressions and mannerisms

if he likes u he’s nicknaming u like the fact that he managed to take kyles name which is four fucking letters long and still call him kyle pile and kp is insane to me he’s like very good at making u feel special and words of affirmation

( also throw back to that fb i wrote when s&k were on their lunch breaks working their record store comic book store part time jobs second semester and kyle bought him a thai tea and stan called it his ky tea like shut up aaaaaw )

in my brain style also interchangeably use bro and babe and it means the same thing but it took them a little while to get there

as far as kyle goes ( ill talk more abt it )

because for stan being able to use like little pet names and stuff was kind of exhilarating to him bc it was this new thing he could do now that they’re dating that he could not do when they were friends

…can u feel his beautiful goldfish eyes getting large and shiny at the anticipation help

i think abt a week or so into dating stan just randomly started testing the waters and like came over to kyles, went to help him put something away and was like “babe, where does this go?” and was like ??? ky did u hear me and kyle was like “OVERTHEREINTHECABINETONTHERIGHT” talking at light speed blushing no eye contact internally freaking out aw

this was extremely interesting information to stan so he kept doing it ;)

AND ITS LIKE SUPER EFFECTIVE ON KYLE

seriously the ungodly strength of the eyelash flutter head tilt pout “please baby?” combo is sooooo powerful like if kyle even sees that shit coming he will close his eyes and put his hands over his ears and go LALALALALALALALA I CANT HEAR U DHSKSKSKS stan b using that shit for evil oh my God

kyle is just like not used to that kind of softness or intimacy and it makes his robot brain short circuit im luv him

but yes ok so kyle likes pet names…only from stan!!!! do not try that shit if ur someone else!!! he will kill u DEAD!!!!

( kenny and bebe [ who as i write them am finding are almost the same character in different fonts ] get a nicknaming pass bc kyle could not stop them if he tried )

but he’s….really bad at displaying outward affection and being emotionally vulnerable

( sigh…it’s the autism )

gerald just trained him to be a weapon w no feeling success only, sheila infantilized him a lot by petnaming him and he’s always kind of seen it as weakness so if ur lucky u get ur first name/last name, if ur unlucky u get dumbass, asshole, motherfucker amongst other colorful swear words in place of ur name from kyle

like everyone’s name is last name comma first name in his phone he is VERY formal with everyone bc everyone is kind of just a pawn to him like the only different name ( a moment of silence after chapter 12 ) in his phone was stans because stan changed it!!!! he was the personalized phone contact and that says a lot about them!!!!!!!

so stan is out here holding his hand kissing him all over his face dhskksd buying him things trying to take him on dates making kyle wear all his clothes calling him 1000000 pet names and it’s So Easy for him bc stan is just the ceo of touchy feely sentimental romantic lover boys…but it’s IMPOSSIBLE for kyle

and it…unfortunately…created a very large problem early on in their relationship

bc i feel like stan got extremely insecure abt it just watching like kenjorine be really cute and pda-y like ken give marj piggy back rides and marj bring them pastries to school and braid eachother’s hair meanwhile kyle is like dude did u hear me — cod tournament later? also holy shit ur roots look terrible bro

throwback again to that fb i wrote on here where stan tries to stanbotage kyles harvard interview by giving him a massive hickey and the underlying subplot is that kyle can’t call stan “baby”

i feel like before that it was like a massive ongoing fight where stan was like nO ONE EVEN KNOWS!!!! WERE DATING BC U WONT HOLD MY FREAKING HAND IN PUBLIC!! like u never give me ur jacket! u don’t kiss me! u don’t take me on dates! or get me flowers! like do u even LIKE me!?!?! like u don’t call me CUTE THINGS like marjorine called kenny her lil sugar angel gumdrop muffinkinns!!!!

and kyle was like…u want me to…to call u…th…at (????)

and stans like NO KYLE!!! i want u to call me something cute!!! something that’s not like bro or dude or ass face or dumb ass like idk!!! baby!!!

and kyle is like dhksjsks ok i…i will!

and stan is like ok prove it!!! say i love you baby right now!!!

and kyle is like are u serious!!!!! ur being so fkn CHILDISH!!!! rn!!!! like why the F U C K does it MAT

and stans like kyle. Say. It.

.................................................and kyle can’t say it :(

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( * stan close to crying vc *u can’t or u WON’T :’( )

at the end of it stans just like i fkn Knew it!!!! im going home :( don’t call me don’t text me just leave me alone!!!!!!!!! *loud door slam*

im crying:((((

and the next day stan woke up to like a big long uwuwuwuwu romantic good morning text message with lots of emojis and flowers kyle liked carried all his stuff and gave stan his jacket and was like i made a dinner reservation and was awkwardly initiating so much pda and like grimacing through saying like really embarrassing marj level cringe pet names

LIKE U COULD TELL HE WAS TRYING REALLY REALLY HARD TO MAKE STAN HAPPY BUT HES FIGHTING AGAINST THE GRAIN OF HIS PROGRAMING AND ITS UNNATURAL AND WEIRD AND NOT RIGHT LIKE ITS FREAKY

and eventually stan was like…ok stop stop stop!!! please call me a shithead again i hate this please be normal!!!! and kyle is like did i fuck up oh god please don’t break up with me ill do better and stans like no!!! i was trying to force u to be someone ur not and i don’t want someone else i want u exactly the way u are IM sorry!!! it’s ok that ur not gonna hold a boombox outside my window and tell me my eyes look like stars and kiss me in the rain or call me baby!!

and it’s just a big thing where kyles like but i WANT to!!!! i.....want to do those things for u so bad but…it’s hard :( im sorry

UGGGGGGLY CRYING I LOVE KYLE

stan is just very big sweeping romantic gesture coded which is wonderful and extrmeely validating to kyle but kyles is just as intense but it’s in a more subtle way

like stan will win u the biggest prize at the fair and will fold u 1000000 paper cranes but kyle tucks stan in when he’s drunk leaves him medicine by his bedside reads to him when he’s sad and remembers all of stans things everyday

stan uses pet names like liberally and very regularly, but kyle uses them very intimately and during usually pretty private or important moments like if stan is having a panic attack or like whispered in his ear in bed or like he’s trying to be extra cute and zesty ITS RARE but it happens

SPEAKING OF EXTRA CUTE AND ZESTY THO WHEN KYLE DRINKS DHSKSKSJ

in honor of my username and my general presence rm jersey kyle drinks box wine which is the staple of broke college students like me everywhere

but literally after a couple glasses of wine kyle is like heeeeeey handsome ;) and stan coming home from the animal shelter in his scrubs is like oh my god shsjks

or omg i started to write this drabbleish thing where kyle was at a party with the rest of the cfpom but stan had football practice and he gets there late and kyle is like like SHFITFACED and almost tackles him like BAAAAAAAAABE! YOURE HERE <3~ and stan is sooooo flustered and is like kenny how much did u let kyle drink….LIKE THREE CUPS OF PUNCH HELP OOOOOF HES WHITE BOY WASTED i love u drunk kyle my hero

so tldr:

stan and kyle are pro-pet name, stan just does it more automatically and affectionately and kyle is bad at affection but really likes them secretly saves them mostly for special moments or if he’s really comfortable

also in terms of raven and jersey raven do be calling kyle 100000 lil nicknames specifically to fluster him ( yes the spanish ones are super effective yes he wants to die ) like he does that shit for SPORT and he’s winning the olympic gold for rockstar rizz

and jersey kyle will only petname u with deadpan sarcasm and would not be caught dead being cute…i do think loose bold persuasive confident law student box wine jersey actually has the capacity to be more powerful than front man stan tho which…Whew! WHEN THAT DAY COMES U GUYS…GOOD LUCK

#i hope this answers ur question the answer is the ncu is a style pet name proactive house #pet names are cuter in terms of pep stan and ky and progressively spicer in rm #naturally #also justice for drunk kyle i love drunk kyle #also yes stan calls kyle 732938932992 pet names a day they are cute

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mcx7demonbros · 1 year

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How Much For The Human?

Minific so it’s gonna be short

Pairings. The Brothers x Elias, Mephisto x Elias

C/W. Some idiotic demon offers to purchase the Brothers’ favorite human. Mephisto being OOC.

Also, I’m nearly done with Elias’s Masterlist & profile when I got the inspiration. Maybe I’ll post it tomorrow.

“Lucifer, may I ask a couple of questions about your recent scandal with Agatha the Golden Witch.” Mephistopheles asked after he entered Lucifer’s study at the House of Lamentation.

“No comment.” Lucifer answered bluntly while asking himself who had let this idiotic demon into the house.

“Don’t you think you should clarify something about the rumor?” Mephisto baited the Avatar of Pride but the latter didn’t even look up from his mountain of paper.

Just when Mephisto was thinking of other taunting words when the door opened and Elias entered the room.

“Here’s your hell coffee, Lu-ahem, I mean, my Lord.” Elias coughed as he noticed the noble before putting the coffee on the eldest’s table.

“Thank you.” Lucifer looked at his beloved and smiled.

Did the Lucifer just smile? Mephisto was quick to catch on that Lucifer’s attitude was different from before. To him, Lucifer never smiled, except in the case of his brothers and Diavolo. The demon never smiled to anyone whom he deemed not worth of his presence, including various demons, much less a human. But right at thay moment, Mephisto gave his human steward a genuine smile.

If I buy the human off him right now, what reaction will he have? As Lucifer’s rival, Mephisto couldn’t help but have a nasty thought.

“Hey human, how much for you and your service?”

Lucifer turned to Mephisto, his eyes looking at the noble like he’s a dead demon. You want to steal what’s mine?

Before Lucifer or Elias opened their mouths, the other six brothers entered the room.

“Oi, Elias is not some random good, what makes you think you could buy Elias?”

“That’s right. Elias is not a figurine.”

“Nor a fashion doll.”

“Yeah, we will not sell Elias.”

“Mephistopheles, get out of here before I get real mad.”

“And never come back.”

“Can’t you unruly demons calm down? And I’m asking your steward here, not you.” Mephisto said before turning to Elias “What do you think? I’m sure I can give you the same thing Lucifer promised you. And you will only have to serve me and my well-mannered brother, I believe that will be much less work for you than working for these chaotic brothers.”

“Sound very tempting.” Elias said as the brothers looked at him with surprise face. They were like “Elias, WHAT!?”

“But I have to decline. You see, I’m currently very happy living here with the Brothers.” Hearing Elias answered, all of the brothers sighed in relief.

“Also, if you really want to buy me off the Brothers, you have to offer more than they can or have already offered. Oh, I forget you can’t do that, because to be able to offer more than the Brothers can, you have to be Diavolo or his father.”

“Bl-blasphemous!” Mephisto shouted before leaving the room, embarrassed.

The Brothers burst out laughing and cackle as Mephisto slammed the door. However, their happiness didn’t last long.

“Now, tell me, my dear brothers, why are you standing outside the room. Are you spying or planning a prank?” Lucifer asked as he took out his torture tool.

That damn human, how could he humiliate a prestigious demon noble like that. Mephisto talked to himself as he left the House of Lamentation. But I can’t deny that’s kind of hot. Mephisto thought about Elias’s “defiant moment” as he blushed.

@sparkbeast20 this is a story with my new MC

#obey me #omswd #obey me mc: elias #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me mephistopheles #obey me x oc

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heartsoftruth · 2 months

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Yes, there are definitely a lot of rumors about what's going on at RBR, but I think we can all agree that there is tension between RBR's TP and the people who Max is loyal to. From the outside looking in, it looks like Max's team (I'm calling Marko and his dad his team) attempted a coup to overthrow the Team Principal and failed. If I'm a Team Principal on another team, why would I consider signing someone who has people around him who would do that, no matter how justified they think they are in doing it?

I hope Toto is playing chess, luring Max away from RBR under the guise of a possible seat at Merc, but then he pulls the rug from underneath Max, leaving him with no seat all, giving Merc a better chance at winning this season. But, let's be honest, Max probably isn't going anywhere. And there's no such thing as no seat for Max in F1.

I think it goes deeper and way back: also as an outsider looking in. In oktober 2023 there were already rumors about Helmut/Horner troubles. Max was very clear then and has been now: RB shouldnt want to continue without Helmut.

With the dead of Mateschitz a lot of the control apparently went missing I feel? I feel the power shifted and it went more in a Austrian vs Thai side? Horner apparently went behind RB's back and tried to buy the 51% with some Brit investors... It's all a bit much... Like everything that has been happening inside RB is much. Then there's rumors about that Horner lady also having something with Jos (which if the texts are real would make a little sense since there's also talk about Horner being jealous). And it would make sense since Jos is all of a sudden speaking out so much and even stepping up for her... With it coming to a high with Helmut almost being suspended last weekend and Max just flatly saying: he's out then. In the end Max won this little: who is the most important, competition with Horner. But Horners comments after the race: no one is bigger than the team (something like that). Could have just been an @Maxverstappen comment...

I feel this story has so many layers and so many wounds and they just put a huge band aid on it and hope it sticks... But I feel this is anything but the end of the story. It can't go on well especially with all these hot heads that can't stand each other... Toto is being so desperate is almost hilarious, but also dissapointing. He's almost begging Max to come and what he said about Helmut/Niki... i didnt like it. Maybe the translation was wrong, but Niki was a former WDC. Not just a mascot ffs.

#anonymous

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that-sims-four-blog · 2 months

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Next slice on the pizza plate:

Oh my fucking god. Kirk is gone—offscreen too, what the hell!

No, seriously, there was no warning that he was dead. What the fuck? At least I did appreciate the Check Neighborhood Stories option on the mailbox...

HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO PREVENT THAT FROM HAPPENING??????????

*placeholder title theme* And now, on tonight's episode of Leeb, Leefuh, Love:

One day, Lars had a really scary nightmare. He went to James, and got some advice, before sharing the fear by screaming incomprehensibly at him. Dressed up in the cloth decorated with the coloring imitation of unripe olives, Lars Ulrich, trembling in fear as the thoughts of the nightmare slowly took most of him over, enters the residence of Makoto Yuuki.

The jocularly created imitation of the Metallica drummer briefly paused the terror-influenced line of thinking upon the entrance of the house. His claws reached for the grey-colored wooden gate of the Door's bungalow. Gate slowly maneuvered as the former tennis player pussyfooted into the residence. Then, the cognitions inspired by a mental vision inspired by the English-written textual fiction compositions and opus of Howard Phillips Lovecraft and, a likelihood of perchance, an anonymously écrit Stück von théâtre—the persona of the auteur is unknown—titled The King in Yellow returned upon the conscience functions of his brain.

Confronting the similarly created and alleged imitation of the Persona 3 (and its derivations) character, Lars greeted him, asked for advice, before screaming at him.

Makoto screamed at him back, too—so began a bit of a feedback loop.

Thankfully it didn't last long before two "AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"s, and soon Lars went back to the Metallican—their home.

No, I am not sorry for writing in the fanciest style I could muster. Come on, I'm sure that Mitsuru Kirijo managed to get away with sprinkling French and other foreign words in her manner of speech—how come I can't do the same thing that a fictional character could? I have read The King in Yellow—the short story collection specifically—and I'm sure that the style is way posher than that, being written in 1895 be damned.

Right, so, Lars is back home. That's decent. Sometime later, they were greeted by this guy:

Yes, that's that key-sword (was it called that?) from Kingdom Hearts. Very threatening, I must say.

Lars didn't have a great time with that guy, whoever he was—I had forgotten his name. I think he was James' co-worker...

Papa Het playing Grand Theft Auto V?

That's something you don't see, let alone think of every day.

Later that day, Lars brought Makoto out to the lounge for a talent show thing. He didn't give a reason why, aside from to embarrass themselves for giggles.

Not much to write about, honestly, aside from Makoto buying himself and Lars some Thai milk tea... and according to the mood bar, it's alcoholic. Alcoholic Thai milk tea. Huh. I didn't know that existed and saying that as some nerd living in That Place, that's... something. Interesting, I suppose.

Also, Makoto took a picture of some guy.

I think he sang a shoddy cover of "Baka Mitai" earlier.

...Is there a mod that allows Sims to sing that song in Simlish?

An unspecified amount of distance away, his sister (I am going with that for now) is living in a house near the coast—what was that world with the lighthouse called, I wonder?

So, yeah—Kotone and Fuuka are living together. They're roommates. Hmm, that reminds me of that one picture that I have lying on my computer... Ah, there it is.

But what will they do together?

...

To be continued!

#the sims 4 #the sims 4 screenshots #ts4 #ts4 screenshots #the sims 4 gameplay #ts4 gameplay #archive convinience tag goes here

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hexenmeisterer · 1 year

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getting to know your bl mutuals

rules: answer the questions and @ some people. include the tag ‘g2ky BL mutuals 2022’ on your post so we can find everyone’s answer.

I’ve been tagged by @smyx! (thanks!!) to be honest I am not what you would call uhh widely read in the genre. I’ve seen 4 Thai BL shows in my life and one of them was a grocery story advertisement. (do NOT get me wrong, I loved the grocery store advertisement. you can pry Ingredients from my cold dead hands.)

Yuri!!! on Ice and The Untamed I think are the other categorizable-as-BL shows I’ve dedicated my life to watched in their entirety. but we can just focus on the live-action shows with proper onscreen kissing here 🥲

what have been BLs that took you by surprise this year?

all three of them in different ways!! I did not expect to get broadly into Thai BL in the first place, but then the kinnporsche cast announced they would be doing a live show in the city I’d recently moved to and I was like "this is a sign from the gods that I need to buy a ticket + then watch the series in time to enjoy the boys live" and. oh boy. did I ever. literally everything about kinnporsche was a surprise to me lmao. what can I say, the gods were right

The Eclipse targeted me RIGHT in the second of my two weaknesses (which are, in order, BDSM and Fun Facts.* obviously kinnporsche got me in the first). it then gave me a third weakness, which is First Kanaphan’s smile.

and then Not Me targeted the latter two of my now-three weaknesses.

I think Not Me probably took me the most by surprise though, because I didn’t know really anything about it going in (I saw ONE Yok edit to boss bitch and I was like yeah ok I’m in), and it is stylistically and plot and content-wise so unique.

*by fun facts I don’t mean the facts are about fun things but that there are obvious trails of breadcrumbs left in the script that lead me as a google-happy viewer down wikipedia rabbit-holes learning stuff about politics, history, etc that I wouldn’t have otherwise had cause to learn. because everything I’ve taught myself I know for horny-about-boys-kissing reasons.

what have been BLs that you felt a bit disappointed with this year?

no disappointment here, all of them have been absolute bangers your honor.

I have vaguely started watching The Shipper and the setup is truly wild and I'm having fun, while also preparing myself for The Way It Ends + not sure if I’ll finish it.

what has been your favorite BL this year?

Not Me, holy FUCKING shit y’all. my brain chemistry is currently getting rewritten by this show :’)

favorite BL couples (not just of 2022)

VegasPete

...Yok.......................................

SeanWhite

AkkAyan

WinTops

what's your non-BL favorite this year?

does Our Flag Mean Death count....

no but my fave TV show with no boys kissing whatsoever in it was Reservation Dogs 😭😭😭

tagging @trashcanonfire @unsaidjatp @ghost--houses @baby-droll

#g2ky BL mutuals 2022 #oh right also I watched Given but it did not have a major impact on my life #tag game

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mass-convergence · 5 months

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Look

I’m really going to need you all to scrutinize the source of a video or post or picture and seriously ask yourself “what narrative does this support”. Instead of uncritically regurgitating propaganda on the fucking feed.

This goes for both Israeli and Hamas propaganda.

Because I really don’t buy that Hamas somehow are the good guys for keeping the hostages alive. Yes they were treated relatively well. They were still hostages held against their will. This wasn’t fucking summer camp in Gaza. They were imprisoned, they are traumatized some of them had their entire families killed before they got taken. They took fucking children for fucks sake. And yes, Israel’s indiscriminate bombing campaign put them at immense risk.

I don’t think Hamas kept them alive and fed out of the goodness of their hearts. Dead hostages are useless as bargaining chips. Of course they’re going to be kept alive.

And before: “Israel’s done the same and worse to their Palestinian hostages”

I know they have. I’m not saying Israel is free from blame - honestly? Fuck what Israel is doing right now. It’s not right, it’s horrific, I’d say what Bibi deserves right now but I don’t want to get banned for violent speech so.

But that does not make taking hostages - not all of them were Israeli either. You want to say those Thai migrant workers who got killed and taken hostage were somehow complicit in Israeli colonization? You want to tell me that? No this is not a fucking case of “acceptable casualties”. Fuck off.

Not letting this be reblogged or anything. You don’t have to agree with me on this. I just have had absolutely fucking enough with this shit and people uncritically sharing propaganda.

Thank you and good night.

#untagged #but this has to do with the I/P conflict #I legit did not want to share this but honestly im fucking tired #and I probably shouldn’t have shared it and im sure I’ll be told about what a bad idea this was

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oldgooddaysoldgooddays · 1 year

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Tuesday the national portrait gallery move their visit to 10am, and I wake resentfully at 7.50. My ego is now such that I need to play whichever new song I'm working on in order to face the day. The problem is that each song turns from gleeful proof of my worth to nails on a chalkboard after 72 hours, it curdles, and I have nothing to get out of bed to (or for). Often I turn over my pillow, say "not right now, day" and sleep 3 more hours than I really need. All my various disorders and mental frailties are just about manageable, delicately balanced with my self respect like a see-saw. Sometimes I long for more, a hornier world in which I come off my antidepressants and eat dessert. But if the gap between believing I deserve more and allowing myself to want more is large, the gap between wanting more and getting it is larger The NPG duo arrive and it's one of those visits where I quickly learn they know nothing about my work. Usually the giveaway is "are these on velvet?", followed by coy touching of the velvet. Also the woman organising the show I may or may not be part of is absent, something to do with Chanel. V and K are there to buttress me, and we all stare, longer than is comfortable, at my self portraits on the floor. Talk turns to the "climate activists" throwing tomato soup at a Van Gogh, and how expensive it's been to glaze the paintings in the collection. I later watch a video interview with one of the pink-haired soup-throwing young women and she is asked whether she's ever paid an energy bill in her life. Crickets They leave and K and V and I sit on my sofa ripping cigarettes and discuss how to sort and remove belongings from the home of a dead person. K gives me a birthday gift - a beautifully dog-eared copy of "Goodbye To Berlin", and a pair of small leather gloves, once owned (but never worn) by her grandmother. I've never seen such small adult gloves in my life, and am struck by how different they are to simple children's gloves. I pull one on and it gets stuck at the wrist, leaving its soft leather fingers limp. They are meant for a more delicate woman than I am: I always buy men's gloves We then go for Thai food at a place I have been craving but haven't visited in close to 5 years, and remember feeling reassured when V's Thai artist conceded the food was authentic. I also remember the spice. I want to feel something, and when one doesn't drink the next best thing is abusive gustatory heat. I am in the mood for oral agony, some intense sweating, perhaps a little evening defecation. The chillis in our papaya salad don't have quite the soporific effect that, say, Sichuan chillis do, but my eyes do water and I do hyperventilate. We talk about American border patrol and tax evasion. A deep fried sea bass, its head intact, looks me right in the eye. It sort of looks like Andrew Tate. I think to pay for lunch but as coffee arrives I get an email from my house team angling for a £1,150 kitchen tap, and let K take the hit. In my defence, the tap produces still, sparkling AND boiling hot water. A bad sign though, when you’re choosing multi-hyphenate kitchen appliances over some of your favourite women on the planet. Sigh

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 3 years

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Anklets and Necklaces

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Female Reader insert. NSFW Content (18+). My smut writing is hella rusty. So I do apologize, whoops.

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Calum plays at the anklet, spinning it around and around her joint as her legs are crossed and resting in his lap. The gold jewellry is hardly ever taken off since he gave it to her. In return, she gifted him a chain with a tiny pendant with her initial etched into the back of it. The front of it is an arrowhead. He wears it so often now, that when it’s off, he feels a little incomplete. It’s an easy gesture to carry her everywhere with him.

“Okay we gotta decide what to eat for lunch like now or I’m going to get hangry,” she states.

Calum glances up from his phone, to see her still scrolling on hers. “Oh no. Not hangry,” he teases. But he knows she means it. Her warnings have about a thirty minute window, just enough for a delivery if they get something simple. Or if they want something more complicated, they need to find a snack now while the main course is cooking. “What do you want? Thai? Mexican?”

“Would you hate me if I said I really just wanted nuggets from McDonalds?”

The pout on her lips makes him laugh, “No, I could never. Usual then?”

“Yes, please.”

Stretching across the length of her, Calum pushes his lips together, trying to ask for a kiss. She laughs in return and squeezes his cheeks. “Be lucky you’re cute,” she states before lifting up slightly to meet his lips. “And squishy.”

“Ain’t nothing on me squishy,” he huffs, straightening back up to put her order into the app.

She sets her phone down on her stomach, gazing up over the sharp line of his jaw that his plump cheeks sit atop. And while it’d be easy to return with a poke and a verbal jab about his cheeks, she just watches him. His fingers deftly work over the screen. The white tank sits as a stark contrast to the depth and glow of his skin. “I think all the right things on you are squishy.”

“Yeah, what are those?”

“Your cheeks. And as much as you and your trainer kick your ass, I know happy weight when I see it.”

Calum grins, a chuckle shaking through him as he sets his phone down on the arm of the couch--the order completed on his end. He pinches at her thighs. “Take that back.”

She shakes her head. “No, I don’t think I will. I like it--just like I like my cookies. Hard on the edges gooey in the middle.”

Standing for just a moment to let her legs fall onto the couch, Calum kneels onto the cushion, hovering above her. Her eyes glitter just a little as she talks and the soft easy smile on her face lets him know that it’s all out of love--what’s she’s saying. The pads of his fingers run along the side of her thigh. “Be lucky I love you.”

“I am already lucky, so say what you gotta say. Roast me, my love. It’s not like we don’t do that anyways.”

And truth be told, Calum had no response. Not when he looks at her, because God all he sees is the person that’s been with him on his bad mental days. She’s been there when Calum was sure there was no lower low or higher high. And what do you say to that person that’s been there, seen all of you that there is to see? With a gentle and chaste kiss, Calum settles for silence.

“Cat got your tongue now, huh?”

This--this Calum can respond too. It’s all too easy. “I know what else my tongue can have.”

“I know something your tongue can have too.”

“Really now?” Calum asks, dragging his fingers over the top of her thigh and tracing the line of her lounge shorts. “Food will be here in fifteen minutes though. So that’s up to you.”

“Not nearly enough time to savor it. Besides,” she starts and takes a pause. Her lips pull into a side smile and Calum knows what that means. One brow quirks in anticipation and Calum watches her. The silence settles for a little too long.

“Besides what?” he prompts again.

“Besides, I need the mail to be delivered first.”

“What did you buy?”

“You’ll see later. I promise. It’s really not even supposed to be used for lingerie. But I’ve wanted these for a long time and I specifically have a set I’m trying to complete.”

There’s the black mesh set that she’s slowly been building out. The main piece came in weeks ago, at this point it might even be months ago that that came in. He was privy to it then and gave it the christening that it deserved. But there wasn’t any other lingerie set that needed expansion. Not at least to his recalling. “Which one is it?”

“I’m not saying.”

“Oh please,” he whines, dropping his head into her neck. His lips softly and slowly seal kisses into her warm skin.

“No, Calum. I’ve been waiting on this package for weeks. It got held up in customs and I-” she sighs at his lips sucking at her skin. Not hard enough to cause a bruise, but just enough to make her spine tingle. “You’re going to have to do better than that.”

Calum pushes up, with a huff, sitting back down on the opposite end of the couch. “This is killing me, you know?”

“Well, you ain’t dead yet. So I think you can tough it out for a little bit longer.”

“Begrudgingly--I want you to know that.”

She sits up, swinging her feet to the floor. “Your sacrifice will be duly noted. The mail will be here before you know it.” The couch releases her weight and Calum watches her pad into the kitchen. “Do you want anything?” she calls.

“I’m good,” he returns, knowing that he will be counting down the seconds until the mail comes. She returns with a glass of water, sitting back down on the couch, but bringing her feet up underneath her as she motions to the TV. “You watching that?”

Calum answers with a shrug. He wasn’t anymore. He originally turned it on mostly for the weather and some news. He found himself bored and flipping through channels before settling on the sports channel while he took care of Duke in the morning. Noise to fill the space since his brain needed the distraction. He hadn’t slept all that great the last few nights, decent sleep. The closer and closer the band got to putting out music the more his nerves kicked in--sometimes they were sneaky. The nerves come up faster than Calum had anticipated. And right now, they won the first round. But Calum was working hard to combat them so he could get about his daily life.

“Go crazy,” he finally verbally responds. And she picks up the remote, changing channels too fast for Calum to even understand how you could process what was on before decking it was a no. She eventually settles for HGTV--not quite caring what show was on.

The first knock that comes to the door is the food that Calum ordered for the two of them. He answers it, popping up in the hopes it’s the mail. When it’s not, he sighs just a little but places the bag down onto the coffee table. “Your nugs, my queen,” he teases.

“Thank you, my good sir,” she returns with a grin, opening before divvying out what is for who. “You wouldn’t have happened to shot up like a bat outta hell because you wanted that to be the mail?”

Calum feels the heat in his cheeks, but bumps her shoulder gently. “No, why would I ever want that?”

“Oh I don’t know,” she scoffs in return, dunking a nugget into the sweet and sour sauce. They share a soft bout of laughter before turning their gaze back to the TV. Duke’s paws click as he ventures into the kitchen for a drink of water from his bowl. The lapping and splash of his tongue echoing just slightly as the screen goes dark between the show and the commercial break.

Calum lifts his gaze, taking in the soft angle of her jaw. She curls up around the carton of fries, eyes glued to the screen. Does she even have the slightest clue what she does to him? It’s not even the involved things like dressing up for him, or comforting him. It’s just her, when she’s munching on fries. Or when she sleepily walks behind Duke in the mornings. It’s when she hums as she cooks. It’s the dancing she does when she’s cleaning. It’s the pouts when she messes up on something and her brow furrows in as the determination settles onto her face.

It’s when she fucked up a birthday cake for him once--not greasing the sides of the pan enough and then adding a tad too much milk--called him crying about it and then in a minute flat resolved to make him brownies instead. Because she said she’d be damned if she didn’t make him something sweet to nibble on or pass along to the guys. And Calum’s not even that much of a sweets guy, which she knew, so she only settled on giving him half the batch she made. She, of course, saved the other half for her and her friends.

And it’s just the moments that she’s not even trying that makes Calum melt. Like when she paints her nails, she offers to do his first. Or when she lays down next to Duke, and in their shared silence, they seem to communicate everything with each other.

“I love you,” he states.

She turns, eyes widening for a second before grinning around her sip of iced tea. “I love you.” Her brows furrow just a little. “You okay? You’ve hardly touched your food.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.”

“If you didn’t want McDonalds, I could’ve done something else. Literally anything else,” she continues on almost as if she hadn’t heard him.

“It’s not the food,” he giggles. Calum reaches out to caress her cheek. “I’m okay.”

She nods. “Okay.”

“I just love you, that’s all. Wanted to share it with you.”

Her grin is soft as it lifts her lips. “Good because you’re not getting rid of me that easy.”

“I wouldn’t dare dream of getting rid of you.”

Another silence envelopes them. Calum finishes his food and takes the empty containers to the trash. Another episode starts up from the speakers and just above it, he hears the chime of his phone. “Do you want me to screen it for you?”

“Yes please!” If it’s one of the guys, they won’t mind her answering. If it’s someone important, he doesn’t want to miss the call.

“Calum’s phone,” she answers but he can already hear her feet shuffling to him in the kitchen. “Okay, Ash. I’ll keep that in mind.” Her voice comes closer and Calum shakes his hands just a little to get rid of the excess water before drying them. “No, I can’t say what it is without taking a look. Did you use the soil I recommended last time?” Another pause comes from her and when Calum turns, he finds her leaning up the kitchen counter, phone halfway pulled down but not fully away from her ear. “Yeah, I definitely think you should consider changing soils. But I can take a better look tomorrow for you. I’m going to pass along the phone now.”

She hands the phone over. “He said it was important.”

“Thank you,” Calum says in a whisper, pressing a kiss to her forehead and then placing the phone to his ear. “Yeah, Ash?”

Calum’s not even sure how long the conversation goes on. At first, it is important information that Ashton’s trying to confirm--a date and time for a meeting that they had later in the week. He says he wrote it down where he writes down all their meetings but it’s not there. And Ashton’s trying to make sure that he doesn’t miss it. So Calum shuffles to his office and verifies in his calendar the time for the meeting.

But then the conversation diverges--they start talking about everything and anything. So much so, they’re laughing. Calum doesn’t even hear the knock at the front door. But he does notice her scurrying off into the bedroom. The door closes with a soft click. Duke comes trailing after her but notices the closer door and then keeps down the hall to the office. Calum reclines back in his seat trying to get another angle at the door. But it’s closed fully.

“You okay, gramps?” Calum asks Duke.

“Oh fuck off, mate!” Ashton laughs.

“Not you, you fucking egg. Duke--I was talking to Duke.”

“Oh!” Ashton giggles. “Sorry, I thought you was trying to talk shit.”

“I don’t have to try and do that to you.”

“Oi, don’t start something bro.” The two of them laugh and Calum bends down to scratch behind Duke’s ears. “Alright, thanks for confirming that meeting. I’ll see you tomorrow in the studio?”

“Yeah--bright and early. Talk to you later.” The call ends and when Calum spins around in his desk chair, his jaw drops as she steps out from the bedroom. It’s not exactly something new--as in something that she’s never worn before. But it doesn’t mean he ever gets tired of seeing her like this.

The white bustier pushes her breasts up and almost over the cups. And he travels the look down, taking in the baby blue skirt, fishnet knee highs. And he goes back up, taking in a black strap wrapping around her thighs. She notes the lustful gaze and steps right on the line of the threshold to the door.

“So,” Calum starts, trailing his gaze down and then back up to her face. “Not the black lingerie I was anticipating.”

“No, I’m waiting for the heels I want for that lingerie to go on sale. Besides, you didn’t like the collar I liked so I’m still searching.”

“It wasn’t that I didn’t like it. It’s just too similar to one we already bought.”

“You’re right, but still.”

Calum cracks a smile at the reluctant confession. “But enough about that. This--this is a cute outfit.”

She nods, smoothing out the pleated mini skirt. “It’s less about the outfit and more about these,” she says, tapping at the thin black band.

“And those are?” Calum asks. It’s one step closer into the room and Calum think he can make out a heart shaped metal loop in the middle of it. She takes a second step closer and Calum can see clearly it’s some sort of thigh garter--leather or something related as the material. “Oh,” he breathes.

She continues slowly to approach Calum and when she’s just in arms reach, she lifts the skirt up. It goes up inch by inch and Calum’s entranced. Watching more of her thighs revealed to him. And soon it’s black panties--mesh and if Calum remembers correctly crotchless. But wrapped around her waist is another band of leather. Two pieces hook to another metal hoop right on her hip bones and then one trip connects the top piece to the bottom.

“A harness garter belt--what do you think?” she asks in a whisper.

Calum exhales, desire stirring in the pit of his stomach. He reaches out, wrapping his fingers around her thighs and pulling her into him. He kisses in the spaces between the leather, gingerly, lips hardly touching her skin. “I think you look beautiful,” he hums, dropping his head on his neck to look up at her.

Her eyes are still closed and Calum softly runs the tips of his fingers up her thigh, tracing the lines of the harness. With a deep exhale, she finally blinks back to reality. “Not too silly?”

His brows meet in the middle of his face. Why would she think it’s too silly? There’s nothing silly about her standing in front of him, clearly excited about her own purchase. “Angel--I’ll be damned if I ever think this is silly.”

Swinging her leg over and settling onto his lap, she grins. “Thank you, love.”

Calum holds onto her hips, rubbing his palms down to her ass. “So you said this technically isn’t lingerie?”

“No--I don’t think so. But I think they could be--a small accessory to something I already have.”

They share a kiss, much too quick for Calum’s liking so he pulls her back in for more. And her arms wind around his neck as he continues to palm her ass. Here, he doesn’t really care what it is technically or not. She looks absolutely amazing. “I like it. In fact,” Calum starts, moving to grip her thighs before housing them both up and then plopping her down on the desk. “I really like them.”

Calum stands between her legs, nose brushing and bumping against hers. Here, she can feel her core aching as Calum’s fingers trail closer and closer to her heat. It’s feather light--his touch, but it makes her feel electric all the same. “Cal,” she hums.

“Yes baby?”

There’s nothing that comes out of her mouth but a small huff, a rushed and harsh exhale at the feeling of his fingers dancing across her skin. He grins pulling back just a little to see the way her face goes slack, almost as if she’s at peace with him between her legs.

“Was there something you wanted to say, darlin’?” Calum tries again, taking just a half step back away from her.

With her eyes still closed, she smiles. “I want to know,” she starts, exhaling softly to counter the thud of her heart in her chest, “if you’d so kindly want to make love to me?”

Calum can’t help his own small tuft of laughter. “Darlin’, I’d do so happily.” They don’t always wind up in bed like this--but it’s nice, to be comfortable even to be this forward with this and this open.

Calum takes her hand as she hops down from the desk. “Give me a twirl,” he asks. She obliges, turning in a circle for Calum, punctuating the back view by lifting her skirt up. “Silly girl,” Calum laughs, giving a firm but playful tap to her ass.

Facing Calum again, she wraps her arms around his torso. “But you love it.”

“I do. I love you.”

They share another kiss and she slowly walks backwards out of the room. They get lost in each other--Calum in the way she fits against him and her in the way Calum holds her, palms spanning across her back and tight enough that she wonders if he thinks she’s going to disappear but gently enough at the same time that she’d love nothing more than staying here forever in his hold.

Calum finds the zipper to the top and slowly drags it down. The material exhales, slowly falling away from her body and when it falls to the floor, he kisses her neck, down to the swell of her breast. Her moans are soft, just above a hum that makes just enough noise for him to hear. And it goes right to his gut.

Here there's very little need for words. When Calum gives, she takes happily. But when she tugs at his hair, Calum knows to step back, lets her give something to him. Her kisses are soft against his skin, but make him feel like it’s being set on fire. One that he’d happily stay in, let the blaze consume every inch of him, if it meant that she was always the one to take him.

His shirt goes to join hers. Her mouth teases his nipples as she descends further down on him. Calum thinks he sighs, all he can do is just shut his eyes and let go into the feeling of her teasing the cut of his hips beneath the sweatpants. She’s always like this, teasing him. At first, it used to annoy him. But now he loves it, loves just how close she’s willing to push him to the edge, push his buttons but always delivering at the end of it.

Her meticulous work, to watch him jump at every scratch of her nails and nip of her teeth, is enjoyable. But Calum blinks open his eyes to cup her jaw, which stops her. When her gaze lifts, Calum motions for her to stand. “Yes?” she grins standing to her full height.

Calum presses their foreheads together. “I missed you.”

“Well how dare I keep a man like you waiting?” With a slow kiss, tongues just barely dancing, Calum walks the two of them to the bed. The back of her knees hit the edge of it and she buckles just a little. Calum catches her from falling. “Turn around,” he whispers into her ear, “please.”

The instruction is obeyed and she spins to face the bed. Calum finds the zipper to the powder blue skirt and almost doesn’t want to take it off her. In the end, he does-- Calum lets the skirt fall onto a pool at their feet. Without even prompting she falls to her hands, ass grinding against his hips. He traces her spine with the pads of his fingers, following all the way down, over the curve of her ass and down to the opening in the panties. His fingers gather a bit of her arousal.

“Oh,” he groans. “So wet for me,” he hums with approval.

“Always for you,” she sighs. Calum teases her clit--a featherlight touch as he dances over her core. She lets herself fall a little bit more into the mattress--another moan leaving her lips when Calum takes one finger down from her clit to teasing her entrance.

Calum pulls away, bring his wet fingers to his lips and sucking them clean. “Taste just like heaven,” he hums. He gingerly guides her back to standing and uses her hips to get her to face him again.

More kisses are shared before they fall onto the mattress. Calum takes hold of one of the straps around her thigh and tugs her down, closer to him and she laughs. It gets caught off and morphed into a moan as Calum’s tongue licks a wide stripe up her. He’s careful of the mesh material of her panties, but knows that carefulness won’t last long. Not when her arousal coats his tongue. Not when her nails scratch over the muscles of his shoulders or tangle into the curls on his head.

She melts under the work of his mouth. The mattress merely becoming the vessel to hold the mess she’s bound to make and become. The room echoes the moans and slurps. Fingers gripping at the sheet, she chants Calum’s name. His tongue working magic over her core and just when she thinks she couldn’t possibly handle anything more, she notices the stretch at the addition of his fingers.

“Fuck,” she whines, lifiting one leg and he slips in even deeper, curling his fingers and hitting just the right spot.

Calum hungers for her pleasure--the high-pitched whine and groan as she releases. Some days it’s just the sound he needs to ground him. She gives short and breathless huffs, and quivers underneath him. “Gonna be a good girl?” Calum asks, fingers still pumping at her.

“Yes, oh yes, I will.”

“Gonna cum for me?”

“I want to, yes I’ll come for you. Make me your good girl.” Her voice sounds far away, as if she’s not fully cognizant of what she’s saying. Not quite babbling, but definitely talking so fast words bump into each other and slur together.

Calum grins, sucking at her clit again and she groans, head throwing back against the pillows. Her toes are curling--her whole body growing warmer with the passing second. The heat coils in her lower gut and she’s pleading. Though, she’s not sure who she is really meaning to plead to, but she wants to cum so badly.

Then it finally happens, one moment she’s sure she’s nearly in tears and the next, the coil snaps. She squeezes, hips raising off the bed and Calum continues to ride out her orgasm, gently pressing her back down into the bed. She hisses and starts to push at his shoulders, the signal that it’s too much. So Calum places one last kiss to her clit before pulling away from her glistening core.

Beneath him, eyes fluttering close, she looks angelic. Calum holds himself up above her and just watches the way she tries to collect her breath. “You’re beautiful, you know?” he whispers, not wanting to shatter the silence.

“No kidding?” she teases, winding her arms around his neck. The necklace dangles just a little in her face and she takes one hand to trace the chain. Hooking her fingers into it, she tugs Calum down to her. The taste of her arousal on Calum’s tongue makes her head spin. Calum caresses her side and stomach as the kiss deepens. Here is all they need--the soft and deep kisses, the moans that they swallow from each other.

Her hands leave from around his neck and begin to push down his sweatpants and underwear. And he lets her, even pulls back to kneel on his knees as she sits up. Their kiss hardly breaks and she’s quick to tug the cotton material down, hands wrapping around his length.

He groans at the squeeze--nothing too hard just enough pressure to make his whole body ignite. Her hand pumps him, once, then twice slowly and teasing him. “Baby,” he sighs, relishing the feeling of her hands working over him. The stay like that only for a minute or two before Calum pauses her to step down and full disrobe.

When he climbs back onto the bed, he crawls over her. “Welcome back, handsome,” she greets.

“Oh, it’s so good to be back,” he returns, grinning.

She runs her fingers over the tattoos decorating his chest, out of habit, out of something to ground her for a moment. There’s no way he’s real and it shouldn’t ever shock her like this. But sometimes it sneaks up on her and the realization of how madly in love she is with his man hits her all over again.

“What are you thinking about?” Calum asks.

“How much I love you,” she answers softly.

“I love you too,” he returns, bending down to kiss her. It’s soft and sweet--the kiss. For a moment, they just inhale the breaths of the other. It’s a tender moment, one that neither one wants to interrupt, so they let it linger, smiling at each other. She stretches up to kiss him, one hand trailing between their bodies and Calum catches the hint all too quickly when she traces along his length.

“I haven’t forgotten, love,” he exhales in a breathy laugh. “Trust me, I could never forget.” Once lined up, Calum’s slow to sink into her. One, he wants to drag this out, enjoy every inch of him that she grips of him. And two, because he wants to make sure that even in the lull that she’s ready to take him.

Her head falls back, hair pushing into the pillow and neck exposing itself to him. A tempting sight but Calum loses himself in the feeling of her wetness. He’s slow, pulling out just a bit before sinking further back into her. Her sighs and words of encouragement are soft from beneath him but they fuel him.

The pace quickens and both of them groan at the ecstasy. Out of reflex, she lifts one leg to readjust her hip flexor and Calum brings it up, resting her ankle on his shoulder. He kisses over the joint and the anklet, savoring just how much of her he can feel like this.

The chain dangles in her face, brushing in the valley of her breast and she revels in the feeling of Calum reaching the full depths of her body. She digs her nails into his flesh, more curses falling from her lip. But some of them get lost in the groans that win out. “God,” she huffs. “You’re everywhere.” And though it’s a bit of strain to get the words out because Calum’s pace is relentless as he snaps his hips into hers, she pushes the words out.

“You always take me so well,” he praises, watching the way her face contorts. “Oh, so soon, love? You’re going to cum again for me so fucking soon, like a good girl.”

Her whine slips out first but she nods, feeling the coil tightening yet again in her lower abdomen. Her body is hot, and she can already feel the prickle of sweat on her forehead. “Please, baby, please,” she begs.

“As you wish,” he hums, his own orgasm approaching faster than he anticipated. His body humming as the warmth spreads. The bed rocks just a little, hitting the wall and the sounds echo around them as they sigh and moan to each other. But the only thing that really matters to them, is each other.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispers, voice straining as she orgasms. No noise comes from her, but her mouth opens like if she had the breath she’d definitely be screaming his name. This time the quakes last longer, her whole body shaking. “You’re okay, you’re okay,” he hums, bumping his nose against her jaw, still riding through her orgasm.

“Shit, oh my god,” she shudders, wrapping her arms around his neck.

There’s a slight hiss when Calum moves again, and he kisses over her face, starting with her nose and then moving to her cheeks. Another quake takes her and Calum, not anticipating it, groans-- his orgasm now right on the edge. It won’t be much longer, but she nibbles at his earlobe. “Thank you,” she whispers. “Made me feel so fucking good. I want you to cum in me. So fucking deep,” she hums.

And while Calum’s trying to get his own rebuttal to the tip of his tongue, she squeezes around him. “Fuck,” he yelps just a little, his body erupting with his orgasm. His body shudders and he’s so blindsided by the feeling, his slips just a little, more of his weight settling onto her than usual.

She doesn’t say anything, just hums at the feeling of him succumbing to the pleasure. “Oh, that’s what I wanted,” she encourages. It leaves her throat like a purr and Calum shivers again at the sound.

They lay together, for a moment, her nails scratching lightly at the muscles in his back. Calum sinks into her, body going heavy. Her slight shift squeezes around him and he groans, sensitive. “Don’t--I can’t,” he laughs.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to.” Even her own voice sounds heavy and slurred. She kisses his temple and Calum pushes up. He’s slow to pull out, enjoying the drips that follow of his own release spilling out of her. With one finger he gently scopes it back up and into her. The familiar twinge of desire pulls at his lower gut and it’s almost enough. She even shivers, but Calum watches the way her eyes stay closed.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Sleepy now,” she returns.

“Let’s get cleaned up first and then we can nap.” His voice sounds farther away towards the end of the sentence and she assumes he went to the attached bathroom. The rush of water from the sink confirms it. Something wet and warm presses against her--no doubt Calum with a warm washcloth.

The clean up is swift as both of them share a shower and then under the sheets, they curl up around each other. Calum kisses the top of her head as she nuzzles in closely. “I want pancakes after our nap,” she mutters.

“I think we still have some blueberries.”

She pops up onto her elbow and grins a little. “It’s like you can read my mind.”

Calum laughs. “Maybe just a little bit.”

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hi eve! i was wondering if you would be interested in writing a coops shower fic, nothing smutty, just really soft and sensual and maybe comforting. i’m going through a tough time right now and your writing always cheers me up. thanks <3

Yes! This was combined with an ask for Coops' first day/ night living together--I hope you enjoy! SW credit goes to @lumosinlove

TW for showering together (nothing smutty, just fluff)

They tumbled through the front door in a mess of laughter and rainwater—Remus’ soaked sneakers slipped on the floor and he skidded into Sirius, who was still blinded by the damp hair hanging in his eyes. “Shit!” Remus spluttered around his breathless grin as they struggled to keep their balance. “Baby, baby, grab the door—”

The front door slammed shut and steadied them just as another bolt of lightning cracked overhead; they stood in the entrance, panting and drenched, before Sirius’ chest began to shake beneath Remus’ cheek once more. “Mon dieu,” he snickered, leaning his head back against the heavy wood. “Which god did we piss off?”

“I’m taking this as a good sign.” Remus shivered as he shook his raincoat out on the welcome mat. “A fresh start, and all that symbolism.”

“Okay, college boy.”

He peeled one wet sock off and snapped it at Sirius’ hip, but the extra water weight made him miss by a mile and Sirius just shot him a teasing grin while he wriggled out of his tshirt. “I told you to bring a jacket,” Remus said wryly as his head got stuck. “But oh no, sweetheart, it’s totally not going to rain today. The weatherman is always wrong, it’s been sunny all week—”

“Alright, alright,” Sirius grumbled from the depths of wet fabric, waving one hand in his general direction. “You’re very smart.”

“Do you want first shower?”

Sirius’ cheeks were pink when he finally freed himself, both from his efforts and their mad five-block dash home. His brows furrowed in confusion. “Aren’t we showering together?”

Remus shrugged. “Hey, it’s your house.”

“Our house,” he corrected, taking the hem of Remus’ shirt and helping him pull it over his head.

A little flurry of joy ran through Remus’ gut at his words; goosebumps broke out over his freezing skin, and he could feel a dopey smile spread over his face. Ours. Most of his stuff had been living at Sirius’ for a couple days, but he had only brought the last of it over and dropped his key off with his landlord that morning. The last six hours had been filled with delirious happiness every time he remembered. “Then lead the way, captain.”

Sirius kissed his chilly nose and took him by the hand—both their palms were clammy and half-numb from the rain, and Remus didn’t care one bit. Stripping down was significantly more difficult when every article of clothing seemed dead-set on becoming a second skin, but after a handful of minor mishaps and more than one muffled curse, they were finally standing under warm water.

Remus closed his eyes with a sigh, letting the steam wrap around every inch of him. His apartment may have been comfortable, but it was severely lacking in water pressure and heat compared to Sirius’ house.

Our house.

He hummed to himself and stepped back until his shoulder blades were pressed to Sirius’ chest; there was a low laugh, then callused fingers running through his hair. “What are you thinking about?”

“Our house,” he answered, turning to stand on his toes and place a kiss to Sirius’ lips. It was chaste and unhurried; there was no time constraint on how long they could spend there. Remus didn’t have to worry about getting home too late, or whether he had brought enough stuff to stay the night. Everything he wanted was within reach.

Sirius smiled against his lips and draped his arms over Remus’ shoulders, tugging playfully on the wet curls at the base of his neck. “Good thoughts?”

“Always,” he said immediately. “This is…it’s so good, Sirius. So good. I am so happy.”

Their next kiss was deeper, but there was no real heat behind it, even as Remus curled his hands around the sharp peaks of Sirius’ hips. “I love you,” Sirius murmured when they pulled back for air. He bumped their noses together. “And I can’t wait to have you here all the time.”

“You don’t have to wait at all.”

His grin widened and he kissed Remus again. “I know.”

Remus nuzzled into the side of his neck and relaxed into the soapy slide of Sirius’ hand down his spine. He hadn’t realized how cold he was until the hot water started pouring over him, and sudden sleepiness trickled into the edges of his thoughts like rain through a gutter. The steam turned minty fresh as Sirius washed the expanse of his shoulders, then his neck, then all the way down each arm; he dropped a teasing pinch to Remus’ ass, but moved right back up to rub his thumb in the crook of one elbow.

“Do you want me to wash your hair?” he asked quietly against Remus’ temple.

“Mmm, please,” was all Remus could muster in response.

He had never really understood the hype about physical affection before he met Sirius. Sure, hugs from his parents and Jules were amazing, and fist bumps from the guys always made him feel included, but the gravitational pull Sirius had was like nothing he had ever felt. It was impossible to be uncomfortable if Remus was within five feet of him—impossible to feel unsafe when he fit so neatly in the dip of one shoulder.

“Love you,” he said around a slow exhale as Sirius began combing the conditioner through his hair. It was almost long enough to flop into his eyes, something that seemed to delight Sirius any time he saw it.

Warm lips brushed the shell of his ear for a moment. “You smell like la lavande.”

“Lavender?” Sirius hummed his approval and Remus raised his head just enough to kiss the water off his collarbone. “Do you like it?”

“Love it.” Sirius glanced down at him with a sideways smile, making one dimple pop. “Love you. Where did you get this?”

“Walgreens.”

That startled a laugh from him, which set Remus off as well. “Walgreens? Really?”

“I ran out one day at, like, midnight and it was the closest place. It smelled nice, so I just kept on buying it.”

Sirius shook his head with the same awed look on his face. “The secret to illegally soft hair is Walgreens conditioner. Amazing. My hair would riot.”

Remus frowned. “Your hair looks incredible even after you swim in salt water all day.”

“And then it tangles, and frizzes, and—” He paused. “Comment dit-on une colère? Like a toddler?”

“A tantrum?”

“Ouais.” Remus tilted his chin back obediently to let him wash the conditioner out. “It throws a tantrum. See, this is why I need you around all the time.”

“I have never seen your hair throw a tantrum before.” Sirius’ cheeks flushed and he bit his lip around a smile; Remus poked him lightly in the chest. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“That’s an awfully big smile for nothing.”

His silver eyes shone as he placed yet another gentle kiss to Remus’ lips through the water running down both their faces. “You get to see it all the time now. No more going back to your apartment after we go places.”

“You’ll be subjected to my bedhead every morning,” Remus teased, resting their foreheads together as he reached for the soap.

“I love your bedhead.”

“I’m counting on it.” He took the bar of soap and ran it along the planes of Sirius’ chest, then around his back to trace every muscle. He could feel Sirius’ gaze on him with each movement and warmed from the inside out at the attention. Every bit of rainy cold that had snuck under his skin vanished in the minutes of comfortable quiet.

Thunder rolled through the sky when they finally turned the shower off and wrapped up in Sirius’ fluffiest towels—Remus’ own were significantly less fancy, but they remained in the linen closet on equal standing. It was silent things like that that made him love Sirius just a little bit more.

“Wait, wait, hang on,” he said as Sirius started pulling his sweatpants on.

“Hey!” Sirius protested when Remus took both the pants and his soft tshirt right out of his hands, winding the towel back around his waist with an awkward hop. “I’m going to get cold!”

“Five minutes!” Remus called over his shoulder as he hurried down the stairs with their clothes. “I promise it’s worth it!”

It would be a drizzly night; grand plans of takeout and a movie ran through his head and he did a small happy dance in the laundry room as he tossed their clothes in the dryer. His dryer. Their dryer. “Mine,” he murmured, running a hand over the top of the machine. It was a wild thought, and one he would have to get used to. He still instinctively checked the clock from time to time before remembering that he would be staying for—

Forever.

The thought came before Remus could really process it and he leaned against the dryer with an unsteady breath. It was only his first real day in the house, and already he was thinking about…that. About staying forever. It wasn’t as scary as he had imagined.

“Mon loup?” Sirius peeked around the doorjamb in confusion, still fiddling with the tucked side of his towel. “What are you doing?”

“It’s a trick that I learned from my mom,” Remus said rather than getting into the specific train of thought that probably left him looking like he had been whacked with a frying pan. “Do you want to do takeout for dinner?”

“I…kind of wanted to get dressed.”

Remus patted his hip as he passed. “Five minutes, baby. Where should we eat?”

“You pick.”

Forty minutes later, Remus found himself tucked under the blanket his mother had given him when he went away for college with his boyfriend and a box of takeout Thai food. Their clothes were still warm from the dryer—he would never forget the pure bliss on Sirius’ face when he got dressed and was instantly cocooned in heat—and Sirius’ hair was still half-damp from their shower, curling in little wings over his ears. It felt like worlds colliding. Somehow, Remus was just fine with that.

“Hey,” he said quietly as the exposition continued on screen. Sirius glanced over with his fork halfway to his mouth. “This is perfect.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He looked around the living room—their living room—that had seemed so empty the first time he saw it. They could put pictures on the wall by the back door, and one box of his books still laid unopened by the shelves. He could bring out his grandmother’s quilt in the winter. A month from then, two months, ten months. “I’m happy here.”

Sirius’ breath caught for a moment before a hoodie-clad arm slid between Remus’ back and the couch and guided him over to rest his head on Sirius’ chest. His lips were slightly spicy from the curry when he kissed him. “I’m happy when you’re here,” Sirius said, hardly above a whisper. “I miss you when you’re not.”

Remus breathed in the smell of his—their—laundry detergent and felt his heart give a hard thump. “You don’t have to miss me anymore.”

“C’mere.” There was a shuffle as Sirius set both their food boxes on the coffee table and paused the movie, then shifted around so Remus was laying on his chest. He pulled the blanket all the way up to their shoulders and slipped one warm hand up Remus’ shirt to rest on the small of his back; his eyes were bright in the semi-darkness. “Stay with me.”

Remus didn’t hesitate. “Always.”

#remus lupin #sirius black #coops #sweater weather #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #living together #shower #rainy day

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okay I literally just made this acc bc there's no anon requests and I have an idea that I asked someone else but they turned it down and I'm lowkey embarrassed that they denied my request. I PINKY PROMISE ITS NOT BAD, HERE ME OUT

do you think you can write a lil bit about schlatt ending up having to "babysit" the reader (even though she's dead ass 18 lmaoo) because her parents are strict and don't trust her and they think Schlatt is a good influence because his parents are "🇺🇲🍟🐟🐷" but he's genuinely nice and respectful of other peoples views and opinions (unlike his other family). Basically Schlatt was like "aww hell yeah we're gonna play video games until 4am and watch action movies and be homies there's no parents stopping us" but the reader gets her period and she's just like laying around in misery and schlatt literally doesn't know what to do (bc yk periods are supposed to be a secret shhh) so he looks up what to do when girls get their period so while she's sleeping he just goes out and buys a bunch of stuff for her and its just fluffy (DONT FORGET PLATONIC) and the reader wakes up to all this stuff and its just 🥰 anyways she ends up falling asleep while watching Schlatt play COD.

(the reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns)

This is amazing. I have one other request but I am going to hop right on this one. Also sorry about the anon thing. I'm still newish to tumblr and I have no clue on how to turn it on. I've been trying to but i seriously cant find it. 😭

If this takes a bit I do apologize sincerely.

Pronouns:she/her

Warnings:periods cursing, strict parents.

Schaltt with an AFAB bff reader that he 'babysits'

Your parents. Thay dont know when to let you go.

Teaching you everything about females are supposed to be like this or that. Periods arent supposed to be talked about. They were the strict, bible Americans.

The best way to put it. Periods meant sin. And you were supposed to hide it. You were 18 in their eyes you're still a child. A child that worked 2 jobs just to hopefully live away from them.

But there was that rare day where you had it off from both jobs and could just relax.

That was until you heard there was someone coming to babysit you. You're a perfectly capable 18 year old. Not a toddler.

Yet your parents didn't trust you. You have a bed time of 10pm. And they got a baby sitter just for that.

He was there on time. And he looked you up and down in confusion. "This is who I'm babysitting right?" He looked the same age as you. "Alright. There will be no problem. They'll be in bed by 10pm. They'll have dinner at 6PM. And shower at 8pm." Your parents nodded in agreement and he watched them walk off. Shutting the door he looked at you. "Yeah. No. You are a grown woman and I'm not going to force you to do that. Also you're not paying me. You like call of duty? Action movies?" Perking up you nodded. "Yeah!"

He smirked. "Yeah. You up for a long night of movies and games?"

That day bloomed a friendship. The fourth time he came over you two were like best friends.

But the fifth time you seemed like you were dying. Laying around. Not wanting to play games. Not wanting to watch movies.

He was so concerned about you. Like deadass he thought you were dead his parents never saw the importantace of him learning what a period.

When you said the word period he was confused he searched it up and felt dread. You went through what every momth?! You can have so many symptoms yet nothing to help it?! What the fuck!

"Bro you want anything? Need anything?" You looked at him. He looked so concerned for you. "Heating pack. Dark chocolate. Please." He was quick to nod and start the heating pack.

Looking around the kitchen he couldnt find any dark chocolate and there was a store across the street. "You want strawberry ice cream and dark chocolate?"

The quite yeah was heard and he was off and back the heating pack fully heated and the ice cream that perfect texture. And a huge ass bar of dark chocolate. Along with a huge gallon of three flavored ice cream.

You know the neapolitan shit. You were so confused.

"Movie marathon or watching me play COD?" you thought for a sec. "COD." he nodded and sat next to you.

As you ate the sweet strawberry cream with frozen strawberries. Turns out he was preparing for when you finished you ice cream with the gallon.

When he saw you pint empty and you getting slightly sad he paused the game. In the middle of the campaign. And got you a huge ass bowl of the three ice creams.

You had never seemed so happy. Half way through the bowl you rested your head on his lap. You just wanted to sleep now and that's what you did.

You didnt know that schaltt left once more. Buying popcorn, your favorite candy, he felt embarrassed about this but he took a picture of the pads you use, like brand, size and everything. Got you quiet a few packs of them to be safe. Chips, chicken nuggets, even stuff to make your favorite meal by scratch. Stumbling into the stuffed animal aisle he scarned the shelves.

Finding a huge one with a zipper in it you had mentioned your parents have been trying to take your money and you could technically hide it in there.

Checking out the cashier gave him a weird look. But he didnt give two shits, he literally carried it back to your place. No car to help. He took that mile long walk with the bags and got back right before you woke up. Pads in the bathroom everything set up so it was easy access. And the stuffed snorlax was huge.

Like a fuckin bed huge.

He didnt wake you. Just started up his game again.

When you did wake up you were covered in a blanket, snacks set out in a nice array of candy to chips.

Four drinks. Two waters and one coke with the other being your favorite kind of soda.

Then the heavenly scent that came from the kitchen. And before you could even get up to see what it was schaltt came out two (bowls/plates) of your favourite food.

"You didnt have to do this." He shook his head. "I wanted to. You're in pain and all that shit. You need to relax, keep hydrated, stay warm. All of it. And I might as well take care of my best friend."

I have finished. I do apologize if this isnt fully what you wanted!! And the other person was quite mean. I dont reject unless I fully explain it and tell them gently.

But I hope this is good. I have been quite busy as of late due to it being the first and all.

But yeah. Nearly died today and all. Roller coasters, indeed fun, but sometimes unsafe.

It's all good though had lots of fun at a fair, keeping safe with covid and all, I even got a shiny rock I am very happy.

Anyways have a good day!!

#jschlatt x reader #mcyt fluff #schlatt x reader #mcyt schlatt #mcyt #mcyt headcanons #mcyt imagine #mcyt x reader #mcyt platonic #mcyt x y/n

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