#clingy!cal

[coridallasmultipass]

I know, how I feel when I'm around you I don't know, how I feel when I'm around you.

Stridercest Week 2024 Day 7 - Comfort

The game is over, but Dirk is still having nightmares about the years of fending off the Condesce's drone attacks. Dave does his best to soothe Dirk.

[Trans men Striders]

[lulubeanie]

I like to think that Loboto and Sheegor were friends during their early days at the Thorney towers. but obviously it didn't last..

[yeahimcal]

Modern!Claude von Riegan who is so very clingy. He is always holding you somehow. Holding pinkies. His warm hands up your shirt and resting on your stomach. His chin on your shoulder. Lips on yours. He is so clingy. He has a million billion pictures of you on his phone. You’re his phone background. You cannot sleep without waking up to a text from him like ‘I miss you wake up :(’. He adores you. He’s just so clingy he can’t help it

[grrrrriffin]

calcifer and Kobeni kiss sooo muchh

[jamesdeniscouldnever]

Headcanons for Zev and Rolan to tide you all over until I can nail down a plot for the poll winner fic.

How they take care of Tav

🎇Rolan🎇

The grumpy wet cat of a man is a little less grumpy and wet when Tav is tired or hurting.

If they're returning home after a long road full of fights and sleepless nights, Rolan takes a gentle approach.

After making sure they have something to eat and drink in front of them, he's drawing them a hot bath.

If they return with more severe injuries, then God's help Tav.

Scolding and fussing, cursing, and name calling.

He does it out of love, we know this.

Still feeds them and draws them a bath.

Helps remove their armor, all the while tutting and making aggravated comments about "always playing hero" or "can't go a day without a fight" even though tav knows he doesn't mean it.

Once they're in the bath, he sits beside the tub

He'd like to join him, but the tub isn't that big, and when there are two people, his tail gets painfully twisted

He talks them into comfort, what Cal and Lia have been up to, how things are at the tower, and stories about the threw siblings growing up.

Uses his long, glorious nails to really help scrub Tav's hair.

Purposely dumps the water over their head to help rinse without letting them cover their eyes.

Immediately feels bad when they yelp in pain.

Coos and helps rinse it out, pretending be just wasn't thinking.

After the bath wraps them in soft sleeping clothes and puts them to bed (mother hen, who?)

When Tav asks if he's joining them he replies "now now, I've got things to do. You sleep, I'll be back later."

And he does, once Tav is sleeping.

He watches then for a moment before sighing at their bruised Visage and whispering things about "my poor angel'

Curls up behind them, holding them tight.

Tails wrapped around their leg and arms squeezing them.

Falls asleep beside them, holding them like he can protect them from the life they've chosen.

⚜️Zevlor⚜️

Has almost certainly been either on the road with his beloved Tav or staying in their camp

He knows he said he'd like to retire in the city, but once he realized he loved someone who was such a menace to their own health, those plans went right out the window.

Fighting by their side is part of his way of showing care. Watching their back, shielding them from harms way, even if they scold him for it later.

His approach to love and care is so much more obvious than Rolan's.

Constant loving stares and words of affirmation, reverence to the person who dared show him kindness and love that he though he didn't deserve.

And when the day is done and a browbeaten Tav returns to him, he's got a hand on their back or an arm around their waist in an instant, leading them to the fire to eat and relax.

Watches carefully as he makes sure they eat least one full serving of their meal. Tail wagging in pleasure when they do.

Humming old Eltural lullabies while helping them clean up by whatever stream or river is near.

Brushing their hair is his favorite.

Once in their tent, he's pulling blankets over Tav and urging them to sleep. Strokes their hair until they are.

Stays up after they're resting, watching them, watching the camp for danger, enjoying the stars.

When exhaustion finally wins, he's back in the tent, curling up in a protective little ball by their side closer to the tents entrance so if anyone tries to get in they'll trip over him and wake Tav.

If Tav is ever severely injured, Avernus take this man, he is a wreck.

That face he makes when the guy gets shot by goblins in the Grove? That immediately followed by tears and sobs.

Even if it's not life-threatening, he's on this knees at their side and begging them not to go.

The most careful and methodical medical treatment Tav has ever received followed by the most protective and clingy Zev there's ever been.

He insists on doing everything for them now. He won't let them in harms way again.

Just a sad, overprotective, DILF of a paladin who loves his Tav.

[save-a-forest-ride-a-bear]

Can I request general dating headcanons for Haarlep, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor with gender neutral s/o?

🗒꒰⸝⸝₊ General Dating Headcanons ❛ ✧

Featuring: Haarlep, Dammon, Rolan & Zevlor

# Notes: using they/them pronouns for haarlep bc we deserve a gnc icon

🌿┊HAARLEP

Surprisingly very romantic. Which romance language is their main one, you ask? The answer is all of the above. Physical touch? Please, they're an incubus, it goes without saying they'll have their hands all over you all the time. Words of affirmation? They know how to put together a compliment, your name sounds like a lyric on their tongue. Gift giving? They're very keen on jewellery, always surprising you with a golden necklace or bracelet. Acts of service? This motherfucker is a giver, ask and ye shall receive. Quality time? The day they're not at your heels is the day the nine hells freeze over.

Clingy and needy. Will pout and complain every second they're not receiving attention, not above throwing tantrums either. What could possibly be more important than lavishing them with affection? Nothing, that's what. So put that book down, they demand cuddles.

Was definitely not expecting to fall in love. Love is such a sweet and pure concept and they're... Well, them. It just didn't seem compatible with their nature. So when they realized they were beginning to like you more and more, they felt a bit frightened. It was such an unusual feeling, but they grew to welcome it with time.

Definitely gets a bit spoiled just being around you. Tenderness is hard to come by in the hells, so now that they've tasted it, they want more more more. Also talks back to Raphael a lot more now — they deserve the best treatment they can receive, the devil can shove it.

Service top in and out of bed. Again, they're a total giver, always tending to your needs. Had a hard day? They got your favourite food and ran you a bath, go ahead and enjoy it, they'll be there for cuddles once you're nice and dry.

🌿┊DAMMON

Has no control over his tail whatsoever, it will be wagging whenever you're near or wrapping around you to keep you from leaving. He always blushes and apologizes profusely — it has a mind of its own, he says.

He's a bit of a workaholic. Will spend way too long cooped away in his forge. However, he doesn't resist or complain if or when you try to drag him away from there. He knows he needs it, and to be honest he's kind of a simp, will do almost anything you ask of him.

Super attention starved. He won't outright ask for affection, but that look in his eyes isn't fooling nobody. He absolutely melts when you hold or kiss him, he's such a sweetie.

Even before you start dating, he's super affectionate. He just likes letting the people around him know he cares for them. it's almost difficult to tell if he has a crush on you or not because of this little habit, but again, the tail doesn't lie.

Giddy whenever you're around. He's already a somewhat upbeat guy, but having his beloved close to him brings out the best in him (if that's even possible).

🌿┊ROLAN

I love this stupid fucking wizard so much.

Does not know how to flirt. I'm a firm believer he never even kissed anyone before you. Not with his behaviour and obsession with his studies, at least. (And with Cal and Lia constantly at his heel).

Somewhat easily jealous. He has this mix of confidence and insecurity that's... odd, to say the least. He trusts you and thinks he's more than capable of pleasing you. On the other hand, he knows he's a pain in the ass most of the time, so if he sees you enjoying a conversation with someone a bit too much, it will gnaw at him.

As mentioned, not the most experienced. Your first kiss will probably be messy, especially if it's your first as well. Clanking teeth, a bit of drool, all that cute stuff. He's just a little too eager, okay?

Awkward and smooth as fuck at the same time. Really good at teasing you, but will sulk and blush if you do it back — especially if his siblings are around. He'll never hear the end of it.

He makes up for awkwardness with sheer eagerness, most of the time. He's just so happy to be able to call you his, to hold you, kiss you — he's over the moon. And you're not going anywhere anytime soon.

🌿┊ZEVLOR

This dumbass paladin is such a romantic. He's more old-fashioned, of course — almost refuses to kiss you on the first date. Maybe even the second. He just wants to treat you right the best way he knows how, even if it can be a little frustrating at times.

Gets flustered easily, but never backs down. Like, he will blush and maybe stutter a little if you catch him off guard with a kiss or compliment, but will 100% reciprocate, maybe even make you blush in return.

Has some problems with inferiority and may think he doesn't deserve you at times. He sees himself as a coward and since he believes you deserve the best knight in shining armour you can get, he becomes a little insecure at times. Nothing some kisses won't solve.

Expect lots of communication. This is a man, not a boy. If something's wrong or bothering him, he will let you know and expects you to do the same. How else is the relationship supposed to flourish?

Not big on PDA. Again, he's old-fashioned. He believes affection like that should be kept behind closed doors, something for the couple and the couple only. But he won't say no to some hand-holding if you ask nicely.

[mamawasatesttube]

stopped writing the horrors (halloweenfic) for a little bit to bang out some silly lil halloween party fluff :) and now back to the The Horrors mines i go!

Music drifts through the house, a rotation of classic Halloween tunes. Bart and Cissie are dancing in the middle of the living room, while Cassie does an enthusiastic shimmy nearby; Anita’s in the kitchen baking some pumpkin pie with Greta, and Kon?

Kon is on tipsy-and-sleepy-Rob-watching duty. Tim, dressed as a vampire (real creative, for the guy who works with Batman, right?) is lying curled up against his side, head on his thigh, and idly drumming his fingers to the beat of Thriller.

It’s nice. Just a chill li’l house party with his besties. Kon is dressed as Cal Kestis (you know, the Jedi Knight, survivor of Order 66, with the cutest droid companion ever), though it’s warm enough that he’s ditched his poncho. Tim’s currently using it as a pillow. He insists he’s wide awake, but he’s had two cups of Cissie’s spiked punch, and everyone knows a tipsy Rob is a “liable to doze off any second now” Rob.

As if he senses Kon thinking so and just has to spite him, Tim suddenly sits bolt upright. “Kon,” he says. “If you were a monster”—he cups Kon’s cheeks in his hands and stares intently into his eyes—“I would mash you.”

“Um,” Kon says. “Thank you?”

Tim nods seriously, as if that makes any sense whatsoever, and then just as abruptly flops himself back down across the sofa. He nearly cracks his head open on Kon’s knee; Kon has to catch him and more gently adjust him to lay across his lap.

“You’re very… smashable,” Tim adds, like an afterthought. He’s wearing makeup tonight, glittering along his cheekbones in the low light. “Though you’re not a monster. At all.”

“Thanks, buddy,” Kon says wryly. Tim may have had more than two cups of punch, actually. Either that, or he didn’t eat before coming here. “You want any water?”

Tim goes a curious shade of red, blushing all the way to his ears. He sits up again, hugging one knee to his chest, and hides behind his hair. “Are you—are you calling me thirsty?” He sounds scandalized. “I’m not! I’m just saying. You’d make the mashiest monster ever.”

Oh, brother.

Trying not to laugh, Kon gets up from the sofa and holds out his hands. “I’m just trying to make sure you’re hydrated, doofus. C’mere, let’s go to the kitchen.”

Tim takes his hands, stands up, and then goes so perfectly still that Kon immediately knows the room is spinning under his feet. “I’m not drunk,” he says, and then flops forward into Kon’s chest with a hum. “You smell good.”

Wrangling a tipsy-to-drunk Tim is kind of like what Kon imagines handling a post-surgery ferret might be like. He’s so… noodley. And clingy. And smiley. It’s kinda cute, not that Kon would tell him so to his face anytime soon. The guy’s already got a big enough ego.

“Okay, not-drunk Robbie.” Kon pats his back, grinning. Cassie catches his eye over Tim’s shoulder and laughs outright. “Let’s put one foot in front of the other and go get you some—I mean, I want some water.”

“Oh!” Tim lifts his head. “You want water? You should’ve just said so.” Tim pats Kon’s shoulder with a remarkable amount of unintentional condescension for a drunk guy. Kon has to admit, begrudgingly, that it’s kinda impressive. “C’mon. Kitchen time.”

Kon knows how to pick his battles. “Lead the way,” he says, and lets Tim think he’s in charge as he guides them both to the kitchen.

He gets a glass of water into Tim’s hand and then picks him up and sets him on the counter, where he swings his feet and starts babbling. It’s swell right up until he starts trying to drunkenly backseat drive Anita’s piemaking (“Kon, tell him I’m not putting an engine diagram on my damn Halloween pie.”), at which point Kon groans, picks him up again, and carts him back to the living room.

“You,” Kon tells him, plopping back down onto the sofa, “are a menace.” He boops the tip of Tim’s nose.

Tim wrinkles his nose, then wriggles himself into Kon’s side and tugs his arm around himself. He’s so busy getting himself settled into Kon’s arm just right that he doesn’t even notice he’s using both hands to arrange Kon’s arm, which means Kon’s TTK is the only reason he doesn’t spill apple cider all over himself, Cissie’s couch, and the floor.

“But I’m your menace,” Tim informs him, once he’s satisfied with their positioning. He’s got both of his legs tossed across Kon’s lap now, and Kon’s poncho haphazardly draped over his shoulders like a weird jacket (instead of, like, putting it on like a poncho, which it is). “So there.”

Kon’s heart does something very mushy and flip-floppy in his chest, and he just sighs, squeezing Tim closer. “Yeah, bud, you got me there,” he agrees, and pretends he’s not incredibly charmed by the smug look on Tim’s face. “You got me there.”

[operationandre]

do u think andre or cal tops usually

NSFW WARNING!!!

okay so… simple answer: andre.

more in depth: i think andre tops most of the time while cal does on certain occasions. most of the time, andre enjoys the rush he gets when he tops, when he’s “in charge” or whatever. he’ll normally do missionary or something like that where he can face cal because he likes to see how overwhelmed and good he makes cal feel. of course, there are times when cal tops, normally when andre is especially clingy, has just gotten back from track, or when he just wants to be taken care of. cal topping ranges from using his fingers while he blows andre to fully pushing andre face first into the mattress until andre is tearing up.

they switch, but andre is on top about 60% of the time.

[drama--universe]

Jealousy, jealousy

Requested by anonymous: Hi 👋 can you please write for Vincenzo, Jang Han Seok, Jang Han Seo about how will they react when their jealous?

Thank you ❤️

Pairings: Vincenzo Cassano, Jang Han-Seok & Jang Han-Seo x reader

Warnings: toxic relationship (Han-Seok)

Vincenzo Cassano:

Picking you up at work after your shift was normal for him

normally you are right at the entrance, waiting for him

today you're not

instead, you are still inside and talking to someone

it seemed like you were stopped before leaving, clear as you were holding your bag and dressed in a long coat and his shawl

now Vincenzo knew you were an decent person, not one to ever lie or even think of cheating

but the burning feeling in his chest was impossible to ignore

his hands were clenched, fingernails digging in his palm as he watched from outside

receiving weird looks from a number of people that just as quickly left after being glared at

now there are multiple ways this could go after that

one, he'd remain outside and wait for you

more likely to was option number two

he'd go inside and get you

so with a fake smile plastered on his face, he made his way inside

one of his arms made his way around your waist, a chaste kiss on your cheek before he turned to the person

holding out his hand to greet them, he made sure to tighten his grip a bit more than necessary

then he turned to you again

and you could see the slight annoyance in his eyes, so you excused yourself and made your way outside

"You're jealous."

he scoffs and roles his eyes at you

but does not deny anything and instead chooses to remain quiet

"He's already married with three kids. Trust me, he's not interested."

it changes nothing, Vincenzo has seen man do much worse

but he drops it and focuses on you instead

you might get a more clingy Vincenzo for the rest of the day though

Jang Han Seok:

won't even try to defend him

he gets jealous quickly, doesn't really like anyone talking to you

but he won't act until it goes to far

which basically means if the other person got a bit too close for his liking

touching you in any way is also a giant no

and if that happens, the person would suddenly not talk to you anymore for some reason

worst case scenario, they'd suddenly dissapear

best example of this is your previous boss

a bit too handsy for Han-Seok's liking, even though his actions were meant in a fatherly way

and you knew this of course, seeing no problem with the touches since they were all with your consent

suddenly he didn't show up the next day

or the next

or the next week

and then you're told that you have a new boss since the previous one quit

you're at a complete loss, which quickly turns into a rant as you tell your boyfriend

unaware as he smiles throughout the story

also unaware of your previous boss' screams from your basement

instead, Han-Seok shushes to sleep with a smirk

Jang Han Seo:

this man makes it impossible for you not to make him jealous

he trusts you fully, but by God does he get pouty

first time noticing this is at a work party

he's standing by your side, arm wrapped around your waist

you talk to a business partner

one from overseas and thus different ways of greeting

more commonly a kiss, or three, on the cheek while smiling brightly

you are accustomed to this, Han-Seo is definitely not

first, a look of bewilderment

quickly followed by a scoff and roll of the eyes

(cause he's sassy like that)

but as the conversation continues and your laughter doesn't seize, he gets pouty

fingers playing with your dress/shirt, trying to get your attention

all while his bottom lip is slightly pushed out in a form of pout

this can end in two ways then

one, he gets his attention and your friend leaves

which makes him happy, of course, and will probably get you kisses

second one, you continue to talk

gets more pouty before leaving your side, just barely though

gets something to drink or eat, gets you one as well

then basically forces himself in the conversation one way or another

will call you his wife on accident, blushes but remains confident in that statement

he's ready to pop the question anyway if you wanted him too, ring always ready in the inner pocket of his jacket/pants pocket

you usually shrug it off to his greatest disappointment

and when the conversation is fully stopped, you will probably be kissed as well

you're getting kissed anyway, so choose your route

[wayfayrr]

The Menace Anon is back but with a Self Aware ask because I got an idea as I tried to mod my Switch. How about that Zelda is aware in the Game? There is already Zelda's Ballade a Mod for BotW so Zelda replaced Link/ Wild. So what about Zelda being the one who is aware and works together with her Link as in Age of Calamity it's possible to play as Zelda. And now there are two Zeldas and maybe one Link/Calamity as he is probably aware of Reader with all the DLCs and if Reader is anything like me they get 100%. I did that to BotW and am working on it in TotK. Zelda would be extremely clingy especially Flora, BotW Zelda, as she lost everyone who is important to her. Maybe she gets Wild to help her. Fauna and Calamity have Terrako and this little thing shoots through the screen with his laser. TAKE COVER READER!

this is gonna be a funny thing to answer as someone who isn't the fondest of zelda in botw/totk (she had the potential to be really good I just don't vibe with how she was written lmao - so many missed opportunities)

but that also has the potential of introducing the fact of what if you didn't like the characters story when they were aware - because that would be awful for her wouldn't it?

she loves you more than anything but because of the way her story was written you don't like her? Even going as far as to apologise to link about what he got put through in the story? so she's stuck hearing you give him your pity as she's trying her HARDEST to get you to see her in another light, while link is either looking on smugly at your blatant favouritism or staring on blankly as he is simply a puppet of the game who isn't even alive either one being a good spark to why she'd be more willing to work with the aoc pair.

I think they'd have more potential to work together in aoc as compared to either botw/totk (also time to give cal some time in the spotlight like you mentioned) seeing as he has the most "history" with zelda, whereas wild/tears have no incentive to (they're the only playable character so what does she have on them?)

Zelda from her actions alone at the opening also seems to be more reckless in her safety than link, so her hopping into another game earlier than when she'd have a good grasp on how to do it without many issues seems in character for her. hence, now there's two different zeldas in your aoc file? That shouldn't be something that happens right? you've watched the cutscene many times and she never appeared with the other botw characters - so why is she here now? But the other members seem to acknowledge her so maybe you're just misremembering? They'll make sure to keep a note of anyone who might try to convince you otherwise as well.

when the three of them finally do get out - and probably after apologising for scorching a wall or something, then they have the perfect place to start winning you over properly <3 trying to prove to you that they're more than simply the character that Nintendo wrote them as, that you should give them a chance to show you how much they care for you!!!

just, just don't choose link over them, else you may not see much of him anymore - as while they can work together, they aren't exactly willing to work with a threat, but as long as you treat them equally there's no issue right?

[callieisto]

⊹˚₊‧꒰ა𓆩✧𓆪໒꒱ ‧₊˚⊹ Cal’s Kinktober 2024 Prompt List! ⊹˚₊‧꒰ა𓆩✧𓆪໒꒱ ‧₊˚⊹

Happy pre-Kinktober! I’m going to be writing little blurbs/fics all through October (hopefully), and this is my list of characters and kinks :3

Day 1: Break

Day 2: Oral Fixation

- Secondary Kink/Trope: Hand worship

(Logan Howlett)

Day 3: threesome

- Secondary Kink/Trope: body worship

(Jason Todd/Roy Harper)

Day 4: Aphrodisiac

- Secondary Kink/Trope: Breeding

(Sam Winchester)

Day 5: Mask Kink

- Secondary Kink/Trope: n/a

(Jason Todd)

Day 6: Food play

- Secondary Kink/Trope: n/a

(Wally West)

Day 7: Gun play

- Secondary Kink/Trope: n/a

(Dean Winchester)

Day 8: Break

Day 9: Overstimulation

- Secondary Kink/Trope: n/a

(Sam Winchester (receiving))

Day 10: Mutual Masturbation

- Secondary Kink/Trope: n/a

(Tim Drake)

Day 11: Asphyxiation

- Secondary Kink/Trope: n/a

(Wade Wilson)

Day 12: Face sitting

- Secondary Kink/Trope: trans!char

(Sam Winchester)

Day 13: Thigh Riding

- Secondary Kink/Trope: n/a

(Aaron Hotchner)

Day 14: Orgasm Denial

- Secondary Kink/Trope: n/a

(Spencer Reid)

Day 15: Break

Day 16: Praise Kink

- Secondary Kink/Trope: crying

(Jason Todd)

Day 17: Lingerie

- Secondary Kink/Trope: body worship

(Sam Winchester)

Day 18: Tit Fucking

- Secondary Kink/Trope: n/a

(Diana Prince)

Day 19: Throat Fucking

- Secondary Kink/Trope: dom/sub

(Emily Prentiss)

Day 20: Reunion Sex

- Secondary Kink/Trope: desperate sex, clingy, overstimulation

(Spencer Reid)

Day 21: Free Use

- Secondary Kink/Trope: multiple

(BAU)

Day 22: Break

Day 23: Car Sex

- Secondary Kink/Trope: n/a

(Dean Winchester)

Day 24: Thigh fucking

- Secondary Kink/Trope: punishment

(Jason Todd)

Day 25: Hate Sex

- Secondary Kink/Trope: degradation

(Tim Drake)

Day 26: Pet Play

- Secondary Kink/Trope: daddy kink...

(Emily Prentiss)

Day 27: Aftercare

- Secondary Kink/Trope: threesome

(Garcia and Derek)

Day 28: Size difference

- Secondary Kink/Trope: n/a

(Bruce Wayne)

Day 29: Break

Day 30: Secret

- Secondary Kink/Trope: almost caught, public sex

(Knight!Jason Todd)

Day 31: Monsterfucking

- Secondary Kink/Trope: scenting/werewolf/knotting

(Werewolf!Dean Winchester)

(These are all going to get done at some point, regardless of if it’s still October… and feel free to send me messages! Let me know if you want to be tagged, too! Happy kinktober <33)

[brendaareiss]

Spectacular headcanons give me rachel now

Rachel hcs because she's a cutie pie!

-She's a singer, she met Cal at the school band

- when she's bored, she paints Cal's nails and plays with his hair

- Her favorite color is actually blue, but she's usually seen wearing red

- Yes, she had a crush on Cal.

- She actually tried to get along with Andre, but he was extremely rude, mean and even yelled at her.

- One of her favourite activities is hanging out by the river with Cal, just laying on the grass with him while they talk

- She loves teasing Cal

- She's an extrovert, she basically adopted Cal

- She's not exactly "popular" but she's friends with the popular girls, which makes her have a good reputation

- When people picks on Cal, Andre is the one that yells and fights people, Rachel is more focused on Cal, trying to enlighten his mood and trying to not make Cal believe what people are saying about him

- She knows about Cal's depression and anemia, she's extremely concerned about him and always tries to be there for him

- Cassie (Cal's sister) LOVES her. When Rachel comes over at Cal's, she always asks her to do her makeup

- Related to makeup, of course she put on her makeup on Cal before

- I think she'd love stuffed animals too, she'd have one yellow cat that reminds her of Cal.

- She loves bunnies and dogs

- When she was a kid, she had a lot of littlest pet shops, she still has her favourites!

- She knows how to bake

- She loves dancing

- She's clingy with the people she really trusts

Btw this is her

[diazsdimples]

Fuck It Friday!

Tagged by @theotherbuckley who's just uploaded her first smut fic!!! Go check it out!

I really did say "fuck it" today and started a new wip. Don't look at me. This one is forecast to be short and sweet though so check back with me in a couple of days when it's over 10k and consuming my life!

Buck wasn’t moping. Certainly not. He doesn’t mope. Not at all. Not even if it’s been a whole 24 hours since he last saw his boyfriend. The relationship is still new and exciting enough that he wants to spend all his time wrapped up in those strong arms and forget about everything except the soft lips pressed to his forehead. He doesn’t want to come across as clingy though. It’s always been a bit of an insecurity of Buck’s, that people will thing he’s a bit, well, much. So, instead of grabbing his phone and scrolling through his contacts until he finds his boyfriends number so he can call him and beg to come over, Buck throws himself on his couch and begins to aimlessly scroll through the daytime television options, until he finally settles on Married at First Sight. He's just gasping at the first dinner party (one of the brides stormed out in tears!) when his phone begins to buzz. Thinking that finally, finally, his beloved is calling and asking to hang out, Buck throws himself at his phone hands shaking with excitement as he turns it over and reads the caller ID. Christopher Diaz. Ah well, the next best thing it is then. “Hey, Chris!” Buck answers, trying not to let his initial disappointment show in his voice. He’s got all the time in the world for this kid, even if he’s becoming a moody teenager with a wit that’s as sharp as a whip, just like his father. “Hey Buck! Are you doing anything today?” Christopher’s voice is a little tinny through his phone’s speaker, cracking a little. It’s hard to tell if it’s the shitty service he sometimes gets if the wind is blowing in a funny direction, or if Christopher’s voice has started breaking. He suspects it’s the latter, based purely off the phone call he’d received a couple of days prior where Eddie had spent the entire call giggling down the phone about how Christopher had cracked a massive high during an argument about screen time. Buck hums, pretending to think. “Hmmmm, my diary looks pretty booked. Says right here that I’ve got to watch three episodes of crappy reality tv and then eat loads of fried chicken. I’m swamped.” “Buck,” Christopher says flatly and Buck laughs, loud and ringing through the loft. “I’m only kidding. What’s up, kid?” “The baby hippo has finally born at the zoo and we have to go see it! Can you come over today, please?” Buck can practically picture Christopher bouncing up and down with excitement as he relays this information. Despite months of insistence that he’s “too old for the zoo”, Christopher has been eagerly following their resident hippo’s pregnancy, sending Buck updates as fast as the zoo will come out with them. Really, he’s been grooming Buck for this trip for months. “What does your dad have to say about this?” Buck asks, already knowing the answer. “He says it’s fine as long as you’re up for it,” comes the reply, and Buck doesn’t miss the almost pleading edge to Christopher’s voice. “Pleaaaase, Buck? A baby hippo!” “Okay, okay, okay!” Buck laughs, hauling himself off the couch and collecting his keys. “I’ll be there in a moment.” Buck hangs up the phone and rushes around the loft to collect his keys, a hoodie and a bottle of water, all previous thoughts of despair about the lack of contact from his boyfriend gone from his mind at the prospect of seeing his two favourite people.

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[naturalbornluvr]

ug h we NEED more hcs like the prev one

YES ok since the last one was kinda an imagine, these will be like that (even tho hcs & imagines r basically the same thing but yea)

- cal getting hard around other ppl and adjusting his pants while manspreading and blushing a bit

- idk y this is so hot but him in his kitchen in the middle of the night, shirtless + pj pants, eating cereal at the island

- cal smoking nngghmmm

- ^^ & BLOWING SMOKE IN UR FACE N LAUGHING AFTER !!! droools

- playing electric guitar in a band shirt with a long sleeve under it with his hair falling over his face

- he has a hot tub at his house. speaks for itself imo

- cal stumbling around while he’s super drunk and then taking care of him and he acts super clingy and says dirty stuff and he’s slurring all his words while half naked and reluctantly sipping on water

[averagecalkestisenjoyer]

Cal Kestis is a cuddler. You cannot fall asleep in the bed with this man, he is a clingy cuddler

[gretavanlace]

Decorum and Refinement

Jake Kiszka/Oliver Reed x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, language, alcohol consumption, dirty talk, degradation, praise, foreign objects, fingering, oral sex (f/m r), terrible English accent/diction (bc come on, it’s Oliver), etc.

“Do you think you guys’ll ever do the whole masterclass thing again?” The thought, that has been bouncing around in your mind for most of the drive home, spills from your lips before you have a chance to think better of it.

His head swivels over in your direction, but you keep your eyes on the road. “I dunno.” Lazily, he sips at the whiskey he shouldn’t be enjoying in the passenger seat. “Why? That’s a strange question.”

“You would know.” You smile, stealing a quick glance over at him. He looks sinful, relaxed back in his seat, legs spread wide, cut-crystal glass he stole from Josh’s sweating in his hand.

“Why would I know?” He grins back. “Are you trying to imply that I’m strange?”

“No!” Your inflection is exaggerated to showcase the lie. “Would I ever say something like that about you, Jake? My beloved. My prince. Love of my life. Keeper of my—“

“Oh, shut up.” He laughs, cutting you off. “And stop dodging. Why’d you ask?”

Now it’s your turn to shrug. “Just making conversation.”

“That’s not true at all.” He challenges. “You never speak just to make noise. Like that about you. Now, out with it.”

“Cal.” You sigh dreamily. “That chef’s hat really does it for me. And when he yelled at the fly? The aggression? Irresistible!”

“Yeah?” He’s in on the joke and playing along. “Verbal attacks against insects kink? Wonder if there’s a name for that?”

“Oh sure…there’s a convention every year, too. You should come scream at some ants with me.”

He takes a long swig of his drink, draining it to the dredges and then lowers his tone. “Yes, thank you, darling. That sounds lovely.”

A shiver tickles up your spine as Oliver peeks out, but he pretends not to notice, and you pretend it hasn’t happened.

You’re safe with Jake, and he is always more than willing to dip into uncharted waters with you…but it’s inexplicably embarrassing; this thing you have for his ridiculous alter-ego.

The way he speaks, so grizzled and rough. Seemingly hardened from years of cigars and Jack. Harsh and clipped, unbothered by anyone’s bullshit.

The swagger in his walk, like he knows everyone in the room wants to fuck him and he hasn’t the time to deal with them, but he’ll give ‘em a bit of a show anyway.

The accent. Even though it’s barely passable at times. A cobbled together mix of dialect he’s picked up through movies and travel, and bits that don’t really make much sense at all, at times. But even that seems terribly Oliver. As if he’s said, “Well, alright then, I’m English, but I’m not like the rest of these cunts.”

That stupid cane. That stupid, unbelievably sexy, fucking cane.

~

Now, standing in your kitchen, sifting through a stack of mail, you wonder where he’s gone. Normally he’s a touch clingy after he’s had a round or two, or seven, with his brothers, but he disappeared nearly as soon as the two of you walked in the door.

Likely to his music room to pluck away at an acoustic. Winding down for the night with a vinyl spinning softly in the corner. You’ll go and find him soon, maybe lie down on the crushed velvet couch and let him play you to sleep.

The thought, too cozy to resist, sends you wandering up the stairs, only to find the room dark and quiet. He isn’t there, but the room is so Jake, you’re drawn inside anyway.

It smells of him. The piney scent of gin and sap-dripping trees, beaten up leather, linen, metallic strings…

You wander through, ghosting your fingers over instruments in the moonlight streaming through the windows he fought to leave untreated. “No curtains in this one.” He’d argued. “We’ll let the outside in as it sees fit.”

Your touch lands on a row of guitars, lightly skimming the tops. Electric, acoustic, steel…then moves along to the nomads. The instruments he loves, but leaves to lie in wait. Ukulele, banjo, mandolin, lute, sitar…

A gorgeous, posh, cello waits in the corner regally. He swears one day he’ll teach himself to play it. Just as he promises of the violin resting, beautifully neglected, in its case.

You don’t fault or tease him for these two…if the instrument boasts strings, Jake is drawn to it and hungry to take it home.

“Look at this!” The memory fondly floats into your mind. “It’s called a Balalaika!” He’d reached out for your hand, guiding you to strum over it. “It’s Russian…I ordered it from that place downtown months ago, and it finally came in…listen.” A jaunty little tune had sounded out as his fingers excitedly worked it over.

A soft knock on the open door startles you out of your thoughts and sends you spinning around to find Jake leaning against the door frame.

Only, it isn’t Jake. Not quite…

“So sorry to scare you, love,” He raps the end of his cane against the wooden floor absentmindedly, “But I thought I’d let you know that Jacob is, unfortunately, indisposed for the evening. He thought I might keep you company instead.”

He figured it out. Worked to connect the pieces in that brilliant, pretty head of his. Of course he did.

Gaze drinking him in, you feel parched rather than satiated…he looks like a drunken pirate who has done his best to look presentable for an event at which he fully plans on creating a scene.

Rumpled vest layered over a wrinkled button-up, which is anything but buttoned up. Layers of necklaces swaying gently against his bare chest. Cuffed trousers that highlight the anklet that drives you wild, though you can’t decide why. Scuffed, but clearly expensive loafers made of buttery soft leather…worn out in the most perfect way.

“Look all you like, darling.” He sighs, waving his hand around as though he’s royalty, “I am merely a gallery for the female gaze. Male, too, come to think of it. I suppose I just like to be looked at.”

Your cheeks flush with heat…this is silly, right? So why is your pulse pounding in your ears? Amongst other places… “Jake,”

He saunters forward and tilts your chin up with the glossy handle of his cane “I’m sorry, but I’ve already told you. Jake’s not here. Try and keep up, girl, ‘right?”

Hands now clutched around the lapels of his vest you tuck your chin submissively against his cane and finally allow it to sigh off of your tongue… “Hello, Oliver.”

“Hello, love.” He raises your face a touch higher, until he can brush his lips over yours. “If I wasn’t so fond of our boy, I might fuck his pretty thing right here. His favorite room…his favorite girl,” He reaches down and cups his warm palm over your cunt, “Wouldn’t that be bloody dreadful of me?”

“I won’t tell him.” You breathe, sinking into the narrative.

“Oh, I’ve got a wretched little witch in my arms, don’t I?” he’s walking you backwards now, leading you towards the wall. “Willing to let Oliver slip it inside like a common whore when Jacob just loves you so much? Naughty. Disgusting. Vile.”

The air knocks out of your lungs as your back hits the wall. “Dirty girl thinks she needs a bit of cock, when what she really needs is a priest to absolve her of all this sin. Shall I call Father Sam? You can repent and say your Hail Marys and then ruin all your hard work on your knees for me.”

“Fuck repenting…” your legs wrap around his waist, searching for friction. “I’ll go to hell and burn for you.”

“Wonderful,” he takes pity and grinds against your cunt. “I’ll see you there…we’ll rot together.”

His hand is wandering down now, between the two of you, seeking to disappear into your jeans, which you wish would also disappear. “Jake…please, just fucking touch me.”

“Now, now…” he tsks. “That’s all wrong, innit it, girl? Can you say it right for me? Behave for Oliver and stop thinking with your head, hmm? Think with that pretty cunt… my bet’s she knows who she wants.”

A noise you would absolutely die if you ever had to admit to, sounds out of you. “Touch me, Oliver…please…I need it…”

His fingers inch away from where you need them most, “Where?” He circles your belly button. “Right here? You know, I’m bit drunk, darling…a touch inebriated. So sorry to ask, but, I’ll need you to be specific.”

Another moan of frustration escapes you.

“C’mon then…” now his hands are shoving your shirt up. “Tell Oliver what you need.” He tugs your tits free and a raspy laugh greets them like he’s never laid eyes upon them before “Hello, dolls. Beautiful.”

His mouth is suddenly relentless. Licking and sucking and groaning softly against your nipples as you pant and silently pray for his cock to force him into further action.

“Tell me where.” He mouths around your nipple.

“You know where.” Your hands are in his hair now…tugging and pulling.

He drops to his knees and yanks your jeans down to your ankles, taking your panties along with them. “Well hello, lovely girl.” He growls out, nuzzling his nose against your clit. “Name’s Oliver, and I’m about to show you a fucking fantastic time.”

You’re propped against a wall, in this seemingly sacred room where he creates, writhing and whining with your panties at your feet while he carries on a little conversation with your aching pussy. You wish you could say that you feel badly for it, but you’ve never been the best liar.

“You’ve met my mate Jacob…” he continues. “Nice enough, but…” his tongue swirls over your clit and a sob rips from your chest. “Bit upper crust, isn’t he?”

“Darling…” He looks up, drawing you into the conversation he’s been having with your desperate cunt.

“Our Jakey…does he do this for you? Does he get on his knees to kiss her as sweet as she deserves?” His eyes, clear and unashamed of the depravity of it all, stare up at you.

“Yes…” it trembles out weakly as you try your hardest to force him in closer.

“Ahh…” he sounds very proud of Jake, indeed. “That’s my boy.”

Momentarily, you adopt an accent of your own. “He’s lovely, Oliver. Now, give us a kiss.”

“M’only regret is that I’ve shaved.” He drags his finger over his smooth jawline and kisses at your clit. “Might’ve been nice to smell as pretty as you do all night.”

“Couldn’t find the beard?” You tease breathily.

He winks up at you in confirmation and promptly buries his face between your thighs, sucking softly until your legs are struggling under the weight of your quivering body.

“Take me over to the couch.” You whisper, imagining the gentle kiss of velvet against your flushed skin.

“Sofa.” He corrects as though he’s lord of the manor. Then he’s on his feet, sweeping you off of yours, as if you are the lady of said manor. “You damned Americans. Common. The lot of you.”

He deposits you tenderly, but orders roughly, “Let’s get rid of this nonsense…” gesturing dismissively at your state - half-dressed and disheveled. “I’d like to get on with it.”

His cane has somehow found its way home, nestled in his grip. He catches you staring at it as you hastily strip as instructed.

“That was a mistake, girl…” he taunts. “You should learn to hold those filthy cards closer to your chest. Spread your legs, love. Let Oliver see tonight’s stage.” He bows gently, “I am but a thespian.”

You open wide for him, spreading until your hips flare with a dull ache. “Please, Mr. Reed…make me feel good. Jake never has to know.”

“I think someone who’s about to fuck herself with my cane deserves to address me a little less formally, don’t you, darling?”

The smug smile swept across his lips makes you want to cry tears of frustration…he is just so fucking beautiful. Instead, you moan wantonly at the mere thought.

“Nasty little bit likes that, doesn't she?” He’s really leaning into it now. “Wants Oliver’s cane right in her sweet, pink, cunt? You look so tight, think you can even take it, love?”

He speaks as if he’s never been inside you before…fingers tucked in, fucking against the perfect spot. Cock stuffed inside, making you see stars and wishing for it to never end.

He returns the nod you offer.

“Right then,” he tosses the cane at you and you, thankfully, catch it like a pro. “On with it.”

You’re so lost in him you begin inching the bottom closer to yourself, but he puts a quick stop to it. “No, sweetheart, what’s been on the ground doesn’t deserve the perfection you’ve got there between those thighs. Handle, yeah?”

Eyes on his, you guide the handle to your mouth, licking and sucking it as if you aren’t already so dripping wet it’ll slip right inside.

“Thank you, Oliver.” You fix your fucked out doe eyes on his blushing face.

“What for, little love?” He asks - a bit of cockney coloring that ramshackle accent of his.

“For letting me use your cane.” You clarify with put-on innocence. “I just need to cum so badly.”

“S’that right?” He taps his foot, pupils blown as he moves in closer. “Pretty thing just needs to cum so badly?”

“So badly.” The cool handle of his cane begins nudging at your entrance.

“Go on, then, Miss America…” he rasps. “Let’s treat her right, shall we? Together? Can’t have you running back to tell Jacob I made you do all the work, now can I?”

“Thought we weren’t telling Jacob?” You smile softly.

“Oh, my dear girl.” He smiles right back. “You think he doesn’t know your body well enough to know when you’ve gotten off properly? Even when you’re all alone and you think it’s a secret. He knows, love…he knows.”

“How does he know?” You slip his cane inside and bite back a whimper.

“I’m not exactly in the habit of asking him about his beautiful girl and how he knows when she’s enjoyed an orgasm…but I s’pose I could guess if you’d like.”

“Yeah…” your back arches away from the couch as you slide against a particularly sensitive spot inside with his cane. Fuck, with his cane…the vulgarity of it makes you tremble.

“Alright then, love…” he sinks to his knees before you and kitten licks at your clit. “If I had to make an educated guess - and I’m very educated - I’d venture that you might get a bit…loose limbed, yeah? Languid and gentle. The prettiest baby…”

“Whose fucking baby is this?!” You interject, with the smallest of giggles, because you just can’t help it, and he gives you a look that could kill.

“Settle down.” His fingers swat at your thigh just hard enough to sting.

“Did I ruin the mood?” You tease.

In response, he slides his cane out, replacing it with two long, warm, fingers to find you soaked and squeezing. “Doesn’t feel like you’ve ruined anything at all. What a pretty little wreck she is. How’s Jakey boy ever get anything done?”

Your hands are buried in his hair again, yanking him in until his mouth is kissing, soft and hot, along your neck. “I have to force him to leave me alone. He wants it all the time.”

His fingers are moving inside of you like heaven…circling and massaging against that perfect place, rather than fucking in and out. “S’that right? Just wants to live buried inside this tight little cunt, does he? Can’t say I blame him.”

Grinding shamelessly into his hand, you pitch your voice gentle and quiet, in the way you know he can’t resist “You wanna fuck me and find out why?”

“You couldn’t handle it, darling.” His teeth sink deliciously into your throat until you shudder and pull at fistfuls of his tangled hair. “Oliver’s not got a gentle bone in his body. I’d tear Jacob's pretty girl apart.”

Your shoulders shiver, his voice, like cashmere over sandpaper, huffing so menacingly in your ear. “Oh, someone likes that…” you can hear the half-smirk in his tone, though your eyes have fluttered closed.

“Tell Oliver how much your pretty cunt loves him already. Does she, darling?” You can’t help the way you clench around his fingers any more than you can help the ragged sound that gasps from your parted lips. “Hmm, feels like she does. I said, tell me.”

Tears are burning in your eyes, he’s gotten you so close, but he’s holding back just enough to keep you right there, watching you intently, eyes trained for your body’s tells.

“I need more,” the tears are falling now, and you know he adores every single one of them. “Need to cum.”

Instead, he slows down even more and lessens the pressure. “Does he let you act like a brat, or’s the pleasure all mine? I asked you for something, and I expect you to give it to me.”

“Yes…” you nod frantically, lifting your head to find his eyes. He offers a lazy wink like a smug bastard. “She loves you, Oliver.”

But it isn’t good enough. “Who loves me?”

“My cunt…” you rush on, eager to give him what he wants in order to get what you’re after. “She loves you. Now, please, baby…c’mon.”

“S’right she does. Just look at her soaking my hand so pretty. Sucking my fingers in. Greedy little baby, isn’t she?”

“Please?” You whine pathetically and he hums in approval.

“Love a girl with manners.” He’s teasing now, with both his words and too gentle touch. “Reminds me of a someone I used to know, she’d beg so nicely for my cum whenever she was thirsty.”

Your nails dig into his wrist in warning and it sparks a laugh out of him. “Jacob didn’t tell me you had such a jealous streak, girl. I like that very much.”

Finished with his games, you reach down and find your clit, stroking quick, slick circles over it. Writhing and panting, trying to get there before he stops you.

Rather than scolding, he praises, as his fingers begin moving with a purpose deep inside you. “That’s it, darling. So pretty. Show me what a filthy girl you are. Take what you need.”

“Faster…” you breathe, barely making a sound as your head drops back, expression twisted up in bliss. “Fuck me faster.”

His hand quickens, working into you at a lightning fast pace until your thighs are shaking and the nails of your free hand are raking over the upholstery.

Here, love…” he hands you his cane to grip instead. “Let’s not ruin the velvet, right?”

All thought has sizzled apart in your brain, so you nod aimlessly and grab it up in your frantic grip, squeezing around it so hard it stings your palm, though you don’t much register it.

“Gonna cum,” you manage to whisper.

“Let’s have it then.” He encourages, reaching up to stroke your cheek as he twists his wrist, scissoring those perfect fingers inside your fluttering cunt. “Come on, darling, let’s go.”

That’s what does it. It isn’t his hand, or even your own, that finally pushes you over the edge, it’s those gravley, coaxing words, in that fucking addicting accent. It’s Oliver, he’s what does it.

A near scream moans out of you, and he’s suddenly wrenching the cane out of your hand, only to place it between your teeth; a makeshift bit as he growls into your ear. “Keep quiet, girl. What if he’s back? Wouldn’t want him to hear your cumming all over Oliver’s hand like a whore, would you?”

You thrash and fight through your orgasm beneath him, teeth sinking marks into the wood stifling your incoherent cries.

“S’good, sweetheart. That’s lovely. Plan to shut that pretty mouth up with my cock next. Would you like that? Has he throat trained his gorgeous girl yet? Will you be able to swallow me right down?”

He knows you’re too gone to answer, he’s simply winding you tighter, working you through, but keeping you stirred up enough that you’ll be eager to suck him off rather than float off to sleep, after. Clever, devious, delectable, man.

You’ve pushed him away and fallen to your knees the second you can breathe again.

“Love a pretty girl on her knees.” He muses, brushing the hair away from your blushing face. “My cock hurts from watching you. You’re a dream when you cum, love.”

The metal of his belt clinks into the room like wind chimes as you pull it open. “Can I fix it?”

His response comes lazing out, thick with accent, with a Jack Sparrow wave of his hand “You may.”

You pull his cock into the cool night air and sigh, “Its so pretty.” And it is, it really fucking is.

Licking a warm, wet stripe along the side, you end with a swirl just below the tip, smiling when a shiver rattles through him.

“Is that the spot right there, Oliver?” You purr as if you don’t know. “Does that feel good?”

“Perfect, darling.” A tiny pant of a breath escapes him, making you crave more.

Sucking him in softly with a warm kiss, you wait until his hands find your hair with a tug, and then swallow him down to the base - allowing a gag just to let him feel your throat constrict around him.

With a choked groan, he holds your head still and buries in a little deeper. “So he did train you…or is this natural talent?”

He knows the answer as well as you. And you flush with heat at the countless memories of him nudging further and further down your throat; gently teaching you how to take a bit more each night until you could welcome him in one go without batting an eye.

Still, he pulls you off and tilts your head up by your hair, raising a brow in question.

“He taught me.” You blink up innocently. “I didn’t know how before, but he was so patient with me while I learned. Let me show you.”

“Jesus, fuck.” Jake appears for just a split second before he shakes it off.

Back in character now, he pulls you back down around him. “Go on, then, love. Swallow it down nice and sweet.”

You pull out every stop, every trick in the book. Every little thing that has ever made him moan in surprise, or thrust into your mouth…he gets it.

Your nose is pressed against the soft plush of his stomach when his fingers tighten in your hair. “That’s so good, darling. You’re so good. Gonna hold you still, fuck that pretty face, that alright, love?”

You nod eagerly around him and swallow just to feel his body tense up in pleasure. You get your wish and beam inwardly with pride.

“Did that on purpose, dinnit you, girl?” He hisses, grabbing for the upper hand. “You’re gonna get it now.”

He taps your face, a subtle reminder of how you should tap if you need to stop, and then - without warning, begins fucking your mouth. It’s hard, and deep, and fast, and sloppy…wet sounds that should make you blush echoing through the room. It’s dirty and slightly uncomfortable. It’s all of those things, but it’s perfect.

Staring down at you, with eyes so full of love and lust it makes your heart ache, he nods. “Good girl, darling. Good girl. You look like a bloody angel, cock down your throat, letting me fuck it like this. You just want to make me feel good, don’t you?”

You answer with your eyes.

“S’right, love.” He slides in deep and groans in appreciation when you ripple your tongue. “Again.”

Tongue working him as best you can, you let him hold you there until your lungs are screaming for air. He pulls you off when he feels the slight struggle, lets you catch your breath and then shoves right back in.

When his thrusts begin to falter you grow desperate to taste him, but at the last minute, he yanks free, one hand still tangled in the roots of your hair, the other fisting over his cock.

“Open up.” He demands, sounding weak, and so close you could cry you want it so badly.

Your mouth falls open, and you present your tongue in waiting.

“Gonna feed it to you, girl.” He pants, gritting his teeth. “Would you like that? You want to taste me?”

Resting your hands primly in your lap, you nod. “Yes, please.”

Your little display of innocent decorum while asking for something so depraved sends his end crashing into him wildly. He jerks his cock roughly through it, warm cum spurting into your mouth and splashing across your cheeks and lips.

Accepting it all, happily, you wait until his shoulders slump with a drawn out fuck, before closing your mouth to savor him.

He stares down at you for a long, smoldering, stretch and then tucks himself away before leaning in. “Looks like I’ve made a mess. I’ve been known to do that, y’know. Apologies.”

With a kiss, though your lips are still dripping with him, he straightens and stretches. “You wait here, darling. I’ll go fetch Jacob to clean you up. Not really Oliver’s thing. You understand.”

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