#now if only they could do that for posts on my das

[uceyliyahh]

GUARDED

summary: Genesis has been protecting her heart ever since she filed for divorce and didn’t want to be in another relationship until he came around and changed her mind.

this fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

warnings contain: emotional abuse, divorce, depression, fighting, oral (m receiving), self pleasure.

word count: 7.1k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

smut warning: it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I am improving at the moment

Jimmy Uso x Genesis

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

thanks to my friend @charmed-dreamssss for helping me with the title 🫶🏽

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Fort Wayne, Texas - 2:30PM

Genesis took the day off from work today to prepare for an exciting photoshoot. As she sat in the makeup chair, a stylist expertly curled her hair, and she passed the time by scrolling through her social media feeds.

While she was engaged in that task, a notification popped up on her screen, revealing a text from Jey.

Brothaa💪🏽📍: Gigi come get yo’ man

She chuckled at his message.

Gigi🤍: he’s not my man yet we haven’t made it official 

Brothaa💪🏽📍: still come get him he’s back acting out today bc you ain’t here rn fool actin like a feral dog rn

She was aware that this would occur during her absence. She understood just how needy Jimmy could be, and the wild part was—she adored it.

Gigi🤍: tell him I’ll be there to visit him later 

Brothaa💪🏽📍: yk he don’t wanna hear none of that Gigi 😭😭 he wants you here now 😭

Gigi🤍: too bad he’s going have to wait tell him I said to be a good boy and he’ll get something in return 🙂‍↕️

Brothaa💪🏽📍: aight then have fun at yo’ little photoshoot then sis 

Gigi🤍: byeee

Genesis resumed her endless scroll through social media, her mind drifting back to that incident at his mother's house with him and Zilla, a moment that had left her in silence ever since.

The final words she received from Zilla were that he intended to come for her, holding her responsible for her ex-husband's hospitalization due to Jimmy's gunfire—but could anyone truly fault him? Jimmy had always been fiercely protective of her, so it was only natural for him to act.

As the hairstylist finished curling her hair, Genesis gazed into the mirror, admiring her vibrant, bouncy curls. She expressed her gratitude to the stylist while playfully tousling her hair with her fingers.

As the hairstylist finished curling her hair, Genesis gazed into the mirror, admiring her vibrant, bouncy curls. She expressed her gratitude to the stylist while playfully tousling her hair with her fingers.

“Girl! You look absolutely gorgeous.” Danny said.

“Thank you Danny, are you ready for me?” Genesis asked as Danny nodded his head.

Genesis rose from the makeup chair, trailing behind Danny as they approached the camera. The bright lights and extensive camera gear loomed before her; it was her very first experience in such a setting.

If she were truly honest with herself, she would admit to feeling quite anxious; however, deep down, she was confident that she would excel.

In the center of the scene, she adjusted her outfit, ensuring everything looked perfect as the camera clicked away. She struck a variety of poses, with Danny enthusiastically cheering her on from behind, which greatly eased her frayed nerves.

She flaunted her face and body, revealing everything as they kept capturing her beauty on camera—if Jimmy were present at that moment, he would be utterly speechless, unable to resist the urge to tear her clothes away in an instant.

“You look good Gigi!” Danny shouted behind the camera.

Genesis struck a few more poses before the photo session came to a halt—she strolled over to Danny, who was reviewing the shots, and wow, she looked stunning.

“Damn I look like a snack!” She exclaimed.

“No, honey you really do look so good. How come a man hasn’t snatched you up yet?” Deep down, Genesis realized that Jimmy was the one who had swept her off her feet and was looking after her with great care.

Genesis shrugged her shoulders, “ I don’t know Danny, a man wouldn’t know how to handle me.”

Danny had tapped his fingers while smiling, “clock that tea babes, let’s continue on with the photoshoot.” Genesis gave a slight nod, fully aware that she was being completely dishonest about her previous statement.

She preferred to keep her affairs private, and Jimmy was the only one who understood her completely; he was the perfect man for her.

—

Once she finished snapping photos and slipped into a fresh outfit, she noticed someone entering the building, carrying a bouquet of flowers, approaching her with a warm smile.

A vibrant bunch of crimson roses instantly brightened her face with joy as she eagerly accepted them, expressing her gratitude before they could turn to leave. Her eyes caught sight of a small card nestled among the blooms, prompting her to carefully extract it and read the heartfelt message inside.

‘Hey Baby, I miss you so much right now. I hope everything is okay during your photoshoot. If something happens, let me know, and hurry up so I can see yo’ cute ass.’ Xoxo Jonathan 

She laughed softly at the adorable note on the card, inhaling the fragrance of the roses he had gifted her, just as she noticed Danny approaching with a playful grin on his face.

“Alright girl, who's the lucky guy?” He asked, nudging her on the shoulders.

Genesis shot him an exasperated glance as she focused intensely on her chess game. "There's someone important who wants me to visit him after my photoshoot because he misses me," she replied, setting the bouquet of roses down on the table.

“Ohhh, is y'all dating or made it official yet?” Genesis preferred to keep their relationship under wraps, adding an element of intrigue for those online and in their lives, allowing others to speculate freely.

“All imma say is our relationship is private Danny, that’s all you need to know honey.” They exchanged amused glances and laughter as they strolled toward the center, with Danny positioning himself behind the cameras.

Just as they were about to begin the photoshoot, a ruckus from outside piqued their curiosity—she recognized a voice that sent chills down her spine, compelling her to move closer to uncover the identity of the person behind it.

At that moment, she froze, her eyes widening at the sight of Zilla's battered face as he struggled against the security guards, desperate to reach her.

“Gigi! Baby! Tell these fools to let me in!” Zilla shouted.

Danny came up to her before speaking, “is that the guy who sent you the flowers?” 

Genesis shook her head, explaining that the flowers were sent by one of his older cousins. She added that Zilla was someone who had unrealistic expectations. Just then, she noticed a security guard approaching her.

“Ma’am do you know this man?” One of the security guards asked.

Genesis glanced at Zilla, then turned to the security guard, shaking her head before speaking. "I have no idea who that man is, please escort him out." The guard acknowledged her request and led the man away from her and Danny.

Her heart raced wildly, a heavy lump lodged in her throat as she struggled to swallow, confronted by him after narrowly escaping a brutal attack from his cousin—she pressed her hand against her chest, taking deep breaths to steady herself.

“Genesis! You hear me calling you!” She paid no attention to him as she made her way back to the cameras positioned in the center.

She refused to allow him to sabotage her current happiness just because he desired something from her—especially since Jimmy had already shattered her five-year vow of celibacy. What more could Zilla possibly expect from her now?

“You good to continue Gigi?” 

“Yeah, let’s continue with this Danny.”

After finishing her evening photoshoot, Genesis decided it was time to catch the twins' match. As she headed to her car, a voice called out her name, startling her. To her surprise, it was Zilla, the very person she had been trying to dodge. With a heavy sigh, she rolled her eyes at this unforeseen meeting.

He extended his arms to pull her close, but she softly resisted, her face etched with seriousness. She just lacked the strength to deal with his antics, particularly as she was feeling under the weather at that moment.

“Nigga don’t fucking touch me.” Genesis spat while folding her arms.

“Damn baby girl, this how you treat me? When all I want is yo’ cute ass?” Zilla said as Genesis scoffed at him.

“Nigga all you want is this coochie which you will never get after what you have done to me.” 

Zilla stood with his hands firmly on his hips, exhaling a deep sigh of exasperation. He longed for Genesis to find a way to overcome her past, yet he recognized that forgetting such a traumatic experience, which had etched deep wounds into her soul, was beyond her reach.

“C’mon now Gigi, you know Jimmy ain’t the right one for you shawty.” 

Genesis scoffed with a sharp laugh, her head shaking in disbelief. “and you think you the right one? Boy if you don’t get the fuck out my face.” Genesis swung open her car door and slid inside, decisively closing it behind her before igniting the engine.

“Gigi, c’mon shawty I was the first one to get yo’ number he wasn’t even thinking about you.” 

“I only gave you my number because you seemed desperate unlike Jimmy who was just himself and didn’t seem desperate like you.” Genesis sped away, leaving Zilla in a state of shock.

She was astonished that this idiot was still on his feet and acting as if nothing had happened after his cousin had pummeled him, all while insisting that Jimmy wasn't the right choice for her—yet deep down, she knew without a doubt that Jimmy was indeed the one for her.

Her affection for him ran far deeper than she ever thought possible, evident in the way he nurtured her well-being and showered her with thoughtful dates and gifts, demonstrating his love and desire to keep her safe.

He fiercely guarded her, particularly from his cousin and her former husband who was allied with Zilla—Jimmy would not hesitate to harm anyone who threatened Genesis.

He did not play about her.

—

As Genesis strolled toward the gorilla position, she arrived just in time to catch the tag team match, spotting Jackie sprinting toward her with a beaming smile.

“Girl! Where have you been? I missed you!” Jackie said while hugging Genesis.

“I told you I had a photoshoot today girl, did I miss anything?” Genesis asked.

"Indeed! What was Trinity doing flirting with Jimmy?" Genesis's face shifted to one of confusion. "What do you mean she was flirting with him?"

Jackie recounted the events that unfolded during her absence at the photoshoot, revealing that Trinity was all over Jimmy—pleading with him to abandon Genesis and choose her instead. She couldn't help but touch his glistening, oiled torso before his match against his twin.

Genesis laughed softly, playfully pressing her tongue against the inside of her cheek. Was it really possible for her to be free of drama?

“Jimmy did push her away if you wanted to know what he did, he looked so uncomfortable too.” She commented.

“Thanks for telling me this, because imma have to deal with her ass after their match.” Jackie nodded in understanding, sensing that some drama was about to unfold—she and Jackie made their way to the gorilla to catch the match together.

As Genesis shared her photoshoot images with Jackie, her gaze was fixed on the screen, admiring her man who looked incredibly handsome and tempting. However, they were at work, so they had to maintain a professional demeanor.

“Gigi, these are literally beautiful girl, everyone will like your post.” She complimented.

“Yeah, until someone had to come and ruin it. Like can I live my life in peace without drama.” 

“Zilla? He came to the photoshoot? Why?”

Genesis shrugged her shoulders, “because this nigga believes that Jimmy isn’t the right one for me and just wanted me to forget about what he had done to me it just pissed me off.” 

This was never her desire; the turmoil with Zilla and the complications with Trinity felt overwhelming—especially when she was already burdened with Quincy’s nonsense, and now she had to face even more chaos.

“Does Jimmy know?” 

“Nah, he doesn’t but if I tell him. He’s going to be pissed, it's bad enough he wants to kill him and Quincy.”

“I heard he’s in the hospital right now, did he shoot him or something?” Genesis watched intently, her head nodding in approval as she observed Jey land a powerful super kick right to Xavier's face on the screen.

Just as something on the screen captured her attention, she spotted Trinity emerging from the barricade, attempting to divert Jimmy's focus from his match. Jimmy, noticing her, turned around and ran his fingers through his hair, urging her to go away.

Despite his discomfort, she remained unyielding, her hands exploring his body in a way that stirred a complex mix of emotions within Genesis as he gazed down at her.

But was she really going to just sit there and let this girl all over her man? Absolutely not! She sprang up from her seat, striding towards the ringside, ready to confront this woman—oh, and Genesis was more than ready for a showdown today.

The crowd erupted in cheers as Genesis stormed onto the scene, visibly furious, while Trinity stood poised for battle—she had been eagerly anticipating this moment for ages.

“Bitch! What the fuck you got going on!” Genesis shouted.

“I’m just touching on what’s mine that didn’t belong to you in the first place bitch!” Trinity hissed as she charged towards Genesis, and the two clashed in a fierce battle.

Trinity yanked at her hair, unleashing a storm of punches to her face as the crowd roared in excitement. Genesis managed to pin Trinity down, looming over her and pressing her head against the unforgiving floor. With a rapid succession of blows, she hammered Trinity's face, splitting her lip in vengeance for the earlier hits she had endured.

One thing about Genesis she didn’t play when it came to Jimmy.

She rose to her feet, grabbing Trinity by the hair and dragging her around like a ragdoll, delivering punches to her abdomen as she slammed Trinity against the pole, sending her crashing to the ground once more.

Genesis stepped underneath the ring, seized a kendo stick, and advanced toward Trinity, mercilessly striking her repeatedly as Trinity's screams of anguish echoed in the air.

With a sudden crack, the kendo stick splintered, and she seized Trinity by her hair, yanking her upward. In a swift motion, Trinity pulled Genesis down to the ground, and with a fierce stance, she unleashed a devastating kick to Genesis's abdomen, eliciting a wave of pain that contorted her features.

“Stupid bitch! He belongs to me!” Trinity let out an exasperated hiss as she continued to deliver powerful kicks to her own midsection.

At the same time, Jimmy observed the entire scene as Kofi nearly landed a super kick to his face, but he quickly retaliated with a super kick of his own just as Jey tagged him in to confront Xavier.

As Jimmy ascended the turnbuckle, he executed a flawless Samoan drop on Xavier, slamming him onto the mat. Meanwhile, he observed Genesis and Trinity fiercely battling it out. Seizing the moment, Jimmy spotted Xavier rising to his feet and swiftly struck him with the Whisper of the Wind, landing the move with precision.

Ascending the turnbuckle once more, he launched himself at Xavier with his iconic Uso Splash, pinning him to the mat just as the referee counted to three, signaling the victory. They had successfully defended their tag team championship once again, while Jimmy slipped out of the ring to embrace Genesis in a triumphant hold.

With a swift motion, Genesis twisted Trinity's ankle, sending her crashing to the ground with a pained scream. Taking advantage of the situation, Genesis forcefully pinned her down, climbing on top to leave a mark—a bruise and a swollen eye that would serve as a painful reminder of their clash.

“Yo, Yo, CHILL!” Jimmy's powerful voice resonated as he encircled Genesis' waist, effortlessly lifting her away from Trinity while Jey positioned himself between them.

“Get the fuck off of me!” Genesis hollered, still kicking her legs, “get off of me! Lemme’ whoop this bitch ass Jimmy! She had no right!”

With a fierce determination, she broke free from Jimmy's hold, shoving past Jey as she seized Trinity by the hair, forcefully slamming her against the barricade. She relentlessly stomped on her, driving her into the ground repeatedly until Jimmy intervened, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her away.

“Genesis, you proved your point, mama! Look at me!” She halted abruptly, her gaze locked onto his; if looks had the power to slay, he would have perished on the spot, for her eyes were drilling deep into his very essence. “She had no fucking right to be touching you like that.”

Trinity rose from the dirt, disheveled and battered, with a split lip and a blackened eye, muttering curses under her breath and shooting daggers at her opponents, fully aware that a second round was out of the question with Jimmy and Jey watching closely.

As the referees and officials approached the ringside, Jey swiftly intervened, gesturing for them to back off. “we cool over here.” He said smoothly. “We good uce.”

Jimmy guided Genesis into the locker room he shared with Jey, wrapping his arm around her waist, fully aware that she might bolt to complete her task.

He swung the door open, allowing her to step in ahead of him. As he followed, he closed the door and tossed his shirt onto the couch, noticing her casually leaning against the table with her arms crossed.

As Jimmy approached her, he could feel the lingering tension in the air. He gently rested his hands on her hips, and as she gazed into his warm chocolate brown eyes, he leaned in to plant a tender kiss on her neck, causing her to melt into his embrace.

She attempted to maintain her anger and frustration, but his tender, wet kisses trailing from her neck to her jawline melted her resolve, causing her body to surrender to his unexpected affection.

In that moment, she released her embrace, feeling him hoist her by the thighs and carry her to the sofa, where she settled onto his lap, her arms encircling his neck.

He planted soft kisses on her lips, then gently gripped her throat to intensify the kiss. Their tongues entwined passionately as he playfully smacked her left cheek, eliciting a soft whimper from her between their shared breaths.

She despised how he always found a way to soothe her whenever she felt upset or furious, particularly over trivial matters like this, and to make matters worse, he had the audacity to miss her after being absent all day.

“I missed so much mama.” Jimmy murmured between her lips.

“I missed you too.” Genesis murmured back while her fingers were tangled up in his curls.

They pulled away from each other while Jimmy gave her a few more kisses on the lips before glancing up at her smiling. “God, I hate how you can make me calm down because I wanted to beat the fuck out of her.”

He chuckled at her bratty attitude, “I don’t need my baby getting fired at her job over her aight? She ain’t even worth your time mama.” He wasn't mistaken, but she simply couldn't afford to engage with Trinity's nonsense after everything she had already endured today.

However, she was uncertain about revealing to him that Zilla had interrupted her during the shoot today, a fact that Jimmy seemed to already pick up on due to her silence. “What’chu gotta tell me mamas?”

“Damn, how you know I had something to tell you? Can you read my mind or something?”

“Gigi, I’ve known you since you joined this company. I know when something is wrong so what’s up.” She sighed deeply while folding her arms. “Zilla pulled up today at my shoot.”

In an instant, she noticed his smile fade, replaced by a scowl, and she realized that her words had struck a nerve, leaving him visibly upset.

“What? Did he do anything to you?” 

“No, security had dragged him out, but after my shoot he did catch up to me while I was heading towards my car.”

“What he say?”

She sighed, “he said that you weren't the one for me and that I should just forget about what happened between me and him.” Jimmy let out a grim chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief, fully aware that his cousin wouldn't grasp the lesson until he was six feet under, resting in a coffin.

“He must’ve forgotten what happened to his ass over at my mamas crib—that fool.” Jimmy said.

“You know he’s not going to stop until I’m with him.” Genesis commented.

“I know, but that won’t happen when I’m around you. He needs to keep it pushing or imma kill him baby you know this.” Genesis was well aware of Jimmy's wild side—she had witnessed him battered and bloodied from his brawls with Zilla, all because of her.

Jimmy hand wrapped around her throat as he pulled her face closer to his, “you know I’m crazy right? I’m crazy about you Gigi.” His voice was hoarse and gravelly, sending chills racing down her spine.

“I know baby, I know that you’re crazy about me.” Jimmy had kissed her lips. “You’re something dangerous mamas.”

“Fool don’t even know how to handle you, or pleasure you like I do baby—he don’t.” He pressed his lips against her neck, gently sucking as Genesis tilted her head to the side, granting him greater access to her warmth.

“J-Jimmy.” She moaned softly.

“C’mere baby.” He turned them over while she reclined on her side on the couch, his knee resting on it as he pulled her skirt off and shifted her panties aside. “Been missing yo’ cute ass all day mama.”

He loosened his belt and slid down his jeans and boxers, revealing his impressive eight-inch erection, glistening with pre-cum at the tip. With his hands firmly grasping Genesis's hips, he thrust himself into her, eliciting a shared moan from both of them.

“O-oh, fuck. Jimmy.”

“Mhm, lemme fuck this pretty pussy out princess.”

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Genesis and Jimmy enjoyed a leisurely stroll outside Fort Wayne, hand in hand, engaging in conversation. During their walk, they discovered a bench where they paused to take in the beautiful cityscape.

Genesis rested her head on his shoulder, her eyes flicking through her social media feed, watching the likes pour in on her latest post. She felt his hand gently resting on her thigh, drawing her gaze upward to meet his eyes, a smile lighting up her face.

She gazed into his deep chocolate brown eyes, attempting to decipher his expression, but for some inexplicable reason, she found herself unable to do so, which sent a shiver of fear through her. It was as if he had unspoken words lingering on his lips, or thoughts swirling in his mind, waiting to be revealed.

As she averted her eyes from his intense stare, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, prompting a soft chuckle from him.

Jimmy begins to say, “what I can’t look at you?”

“No, you can look at me but don’t be staring for too long it makes me nervous.” Genesis said.

“I make you nervous baby?” He asked.

“Yes, all the time whenever I’m near you.” She said.

Jimmy acknowledged the power he held over her emotions, a power his cousin lacked, as the latter sought only to satisfy his own desires.

“The view is nice and the breeze feels great out here.”

Yeah, ion wanna leave here honestly. They have some good food down here.”

“Fat ass.” Genesis playfully elbowed him as he locked her in a headlock, teasingly ruffling her hair with his knuckles while she protested with a whine. “Oh my fucking god you asshole.” 

With a burst of determination, she wriggled free from the headlock, eager to turn the tables and ensnare him in one of her own for some sweet revenge. However, her plan quickly unraveled as he effortlessly tossed her over his shoulders, spinning her around in a playful whirl while she called out his name in a mix of surprise and delight.

She flailed her legs like a playful child, striking his shoulders and pleading for him to cease, as dizziness began to overwhelm her.

“Okay, okay, Jimmy! Okay!” She hollered.

He halted the twirling, gently setting her back on her feet while keeping a firm grip on her waist to steady her—her vision was blurred, prompting her to shut her eyes momentarily to gather her senses before reopening them to meet his gaze.

Jimmy gazed at her stunning figure from top to bottom, his lips moist and shimmering under the soft glow of the streetlight. “You’re so pretty mamas, so fucking pretty.” He complimented.

“You’re handsome too, fine at that like phew lord.” He chuckled at her softly while keeping his hands on her hips. “I do have a surprise for you though.”

“You know I’m actually scared of your surprises, but now I’m curious.” Jimmy reached into his jeans pocket and retrieved a tiny pink velvet box. Its size led Genesis to believe it contained a necklace or some trinket, but as he opened it and knelt before her, her heart raced with anticipation.

Inside the box, she discovered a stunning double band ring. Uncertain of his intentions for the evening, she sensed that this was no ordinary surprise; it was something truly unique and extraordinary.

“You know I love you right?” Jimmy said.

She nodded her head.

“But this type of love between us has been so good and I started to realize how deeply in love I am with you Gigi.” Her heart froze at those familiar words—the very ones Quincy had spoken during his proposal. But in that moment, she understood that Jimmy was not Quincy; he was an entirely different man altogether.

“I think about you all day and every single night when you are not near me mamas—you're like a drug that I needed and I cannot let that go.” He gently grasped her hand, removing the promise ring he had gifted her for her birthday, and replaced it with the elegant double band rings nestled inside the box.

The double band ring on her finger sparkled in the light, a beautiful distraction as she struggled to contain her emotions.

“I want you to be mine, mine forever baby. Lemme heal yo’ scars if you let me Gigi.” All she ever desired was for someone to sweep her off her feet and mend the scars she had been struggling to heal alone for so long, and Jimmy was the perfect person to do just that.

In mere moments, she sensed her feelings fading, her eyes glazing over as she nodded. Jimmy rose from his knees and enveloped her in a tight embrace, while she wept into his chest, soaking his shirt with her tears.

Jimmy gently caressed her hair, planting a soft kiss on her head as he reassured her of his unwavering support, vowing to protect her from anyone who might try to interfere—he was the one who would mend her wounds and alleviate the burdens she carried.

He wished for her to be more forthcoming, to seek him out whenever she felt the need for support, rather than retreating to solitude to weep when he was right there to comfort her.

“I’m right here Gigi, you mine until I marry you.” Jimmy cooed at her.

With her clumped lashes glistening and her eyes swollen from tears, she gazed up at him, prompting him to gently brush the tears from her cheeks with his thumb.

He planted a lingering, gentle kiss on her lips, and as she noticed the sheen of her lip gloss now adorning his, a soft chuckle escaped her lips.

“What?”

“Nothing, you just got my lip gloss on your lips honey.” 

Jimmy pressed his lips together before leaning in for another kiss, craving more. Genesis responded by wrapping her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as it turned slow and passionate, his tongue gently exploring her mouth in a swirling dance.

Her fingers wove through his tousled curls as his hands glided down to cradle her ass, giving it a gentle squeeze—she could sense the warmth of his saliva mingling with hers, creating a slick sensation in their mouths.

She sensed his rigid arousal pressing against her through the fabric of his jeans, fully aware of the impact she had on him.

“You drive me crazy mamas.” He murmured between her lips.

“You do too Jimmy.” She murmured back.

She drew back from him, showering his neck with soft, lingering kisses, prompting him to clutch her curves more firmly as she lifted his shirt, trailing her warm, wet kisses down his torso until she knelt before him, teasingly tugging at his waistband.

“Damn, out here baby? You’re so nasty.” 

As she loosened his belt, she slid down his jeans and boxers, revealing his impressive eight-inch member that playfully smacked against her face. With a teasing flick of her tongue, she wrapped it around his shaft, playfully tapping it against her taste buds.

Just before she could savor the moment, she started to apply the tip, which was dripping with pre-cum, onto her lips, smearing it like a glossy lip balm, while Jimmy gently held her chin, looking down into her wide, innocent eyes.

“You gon’ eat this dick up baby?” 

She kissed the tip of his cock, “yes daddy, imma eat up so good.” 

Again this is the type of shit that he loved her freaky side it just did something to him bringing that out of her, “c’mon then, suck this dick up baby. This yo’ dick mama.” She began to stroke him in a steady rhythm before enveloping him with her mouth, causing him to arch his back in pure bliss as she kept her eyes locked on him.

Genesis moved her head in a rhythmic motion, her fingers gliding up and down his shaft while her tongue teasingly traced the tip, relishing the delightful sounds of his moans as she reveled in her power.

With one hand entwined in her hair, he sensed Genesis pulling him further in, battling to keep his hips from instinctively thrusting, completely consumed by the ecstasy of the experience.

He experienced her hand gripping him while her tongue danced along his shaft, tightening his thighs in response to the sensation. She continued her oral delight, briefly gagging, but soon adjusted her throat to accommodate him more fully.

She enveloped him with her mouth, experiencing a slight struggle as waves of intense pleasure surged through her. Her tongue glided over his length, causing him to shudder and quiver with ecstasy.

“Hmm, fuck gigi. sucking this dick so good mamas.” A low, rumbling moan escaped his lips as Genesis's fingers glided under his hoodie, tracing every contour of his chest.

“Keep touching me baby, I’m all yours.” 

Genesis felt a pulsating desire coursing through her, her arousal creating a warm pool that soaked her panties. With a deft movement, she shifted her panties aside and began to caress her sensitive folds in gentle, circular motions.

As Jimmy looked down, he saw her indulging in her own pleasure while satisfying him, and the sight ignited a fire within him, prompting him to thrust his hips, driving himself deeper into her mouth.

“Keep playing with that pussy mamas, lemme fuck yo’ throat baby.” Jimmy grunted as he thrust deeply into her throat, making her gag once more. “Relax it baby, relax yo’ throat for me mamas.”

She inhaled deeply through her nose, loosening the tension in her throat as he pressed further inside her, eliciting a loud groan from him while Genesis caressed her intimate areas.

As he continued to push deeper into her mouth, Genesis kept her eyes shut, avoiding his gaze. This only made him clutch her hair more firmly. "Look at me, Gigi. I want to see how much you enjoy this, baby," he urged. She finally opened her eyes, innocence shining through as she swirled her tongue around his tip.

“Mhmm, just like that mama. Fuck you look so pretty like this.” Genesis parted her lips more, allowing him to find a better angle within the inviting warmth of her mouth.

He pushed deeper into her mouth, letting drool spill from her lips to the floor as their eyes locked. He could feel her cheeks sink in and her tongue explore him, prompting him to throw his head back in ecstasy.

As he thrust deeper into her throat, almost reaching a limit, Jimmy bit his lip and gazed down at her with intense, desire-filled eyes. He adjusted her head to alter the angle, then drove his hips forward, gliding along the contour of her throat.

Genesis was rhythmically tightening and loosening her grip, her eyes rolling back as she sensed the slickness of her own arousal glistening on her fingers.

She took him in her mouth, feeling a thrilling mix of pleasure and discomfort as she struggled to accommodate him. The sensation intensified as his fullness pressed against her throat, prompting her to relax and let him slide deeper, the weight of him resting against her chin.

In the stillness of the night, with no one to witness, his low moans and vulgar words echoed softly, but neither he nor she seemed to mind the solitude.

“Nasty slut baby, so fucking nasty. This dick was made for you princess. You gon’ get this nut up?” He grunted as Genesis nodded her head obeying him.

Genesis quickened her movements, her fingers dancing within her as the sensation threatened to overwhelm her in mere moments.

Jimmy found a captivating rhythm as he thrust into her throat, chasing his pleasure, and the delightful sound of her gurgling around him brought a satisfied smirk to his lips.

She inhaled deeply through her nose to steady herself as Jimmy took her from behind. She focused on loosening her throat, aware that each involuntary clench only heightened his desire.

She repeatedly plunged her fingers in and out of her slick core, stimulating her g-spot with each motion, all while her thoughts were consumed by him in this moment.

As he forcefully thrust into her throat, Genesis experienced an overwhelming sensation of desire, her core pulsating and yearning for his caress. Tears cascaded down her cheeks, and drool trickled onto her chest as she continued to pleasure herself with her fingers.

It was a captivating scene as she overwhelmed herself right before his eyes. "Hmm, look at you, princess. About to make quite the mess, aren't you?" he teased, feeling his arousal pulse within her mouth.

She teetered on the edge of liberation as he forcefully thrust into her throat, his body tensing and pausing when he felt beads of sweat rolling down his face. Her throat became the perfect vessel for his desires, exclusively his.

“Fuck, lemme paint that fucking pretty ass face mamas.” 

With a final thrust, she plunged her fingers deep within herself as he drove into her, forcing his length further down her throat while withdrawing, releasing streams of his essence across her face, mingling with her own pleasure that erupted all over her.

As her essence trickled down her thigh, he adorned her face with his warmth, sending shivers through her body and leaving her legs quaking. He ensured every drop was released before gently assisting Genesis to her feet.

“You nasty as fuck baby look at you.” Jimmy cooed at her.

“Only for you daddy.” Genesis replied.

—

In the cozy confines of his hotel room, Jimmy and Genesis lay side by side on the bed, a rare moment of intimacy as Genesis peacefully dozed on his chest, while Jimmy absentmindedly scrolled through TikTok on his phone.

As he was engaged in that task, a text from his twin brother popped up, prompting him to check what had occurred.

Twin⚡️: Yo you up twin?

Jimmy❤️‍����: yeah I’m up what’s up?

Twin⚡️: did you make her yo girlfriend or what dawg?

Jimmy let out a soft laugh as he looked at Genesis, then shifted his gaze back to his messages.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: yeah fool we official dawg 😭

Twin⚡️: see I should’ve known yall two was going to be together since that night at the club during that truth or dare game but yall was doing shi on the low 😭

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: that’s bc we wanted to keep things low key we still gonna do that ion need folks in our business 

Twin⚡️: well except for me and Jade ofc 

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: dawg go to bed twin

Twin⚡️: I’m playing twin but nah fr tho she the one?

From the instant Cody made the introduction, Jimmy felt an undeniable connection with her; he was certain Genesis was meant for him, regardless of his cousin Zilla's opinions.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: yeah, she’s the one 

Twin⚡️: what about Zilla and Quincy?

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: if they stand in my way or in our way imma have to kill em twin you know this 

Twin⚡️: ik ik im just saying I gotchu and Gigi if anything pops off knowing how crazy yo ass is

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: I’m only crazy when it’s about Genesis and I don’t need his ass tryna start some shi up

Twin⚡️: shiii he might after hearing the news tho that’s all I’m saying especially with him having Quincy around 

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: mane Idgaf how mad he’s gonna be it was his fault for being desperate for her when she didn’t even find him interesting 😭😭

Twin⚡️: true true but imma head to sleep now twin I’ll see yall in the morning 

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: aight then twin

Jimmy switched off his phone and set it down on the mini dresser beside him, letting it charge as he settled into bed next to Genesis, who was stirring in her sleep.

He drew her nearer, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple, then graced her with a warm smile. As his eyes began to flutter, he closed them softly, surrendering to the embrace of sleep.

While Genesis lay asleep in bed, her phone buzzed incessantly beside her, but the sound went unnoticed as they slumbered on, the ringing persisting until it finally ceased.

Unknown Number has sent a voicemail.

‘You fucking bitch! You dating my cousin now? How long did it take him to ask you to be with him huh? Even though yall were doing shit on the low for folks to not even know—imma fucking kill him and then imma do whatever I want to yo’ ass because you belong to me! Me! Damn it! Can’t believe he stole you away from me!’

Unknown Number: YOU BELONG TO ME GENESIS NOT HIM, YOU'RE MINE ALL MINE HOW CAN HE JUST SWEEP YOU OFF YOUR FEET LIKE THAT?

Unknown Number: I BET HE DIDNT EVEN FUCK YOU YET HUH? I BET HE DIDNT BEAT THAT PUSSY UP I JUST KNOW HE DIDNT—CODY SHOULDVE MINDED HIS FUCKING BUSINESS AND LET ME FINISH THE JOB I COULDVE BEEN IN ALLAT BUT NO

Unknown Number: WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU—YOU WONT BE ABLE TO ESCAPE FROM ME NOT EVEN JIMMY CAN SAVE YOU BABYGIRL WATCH ME

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gigispovv: Peakaboo made it official with my ride or die 🤍💍

jonathanfatu: fuckkkk Genesis, can’t believe this is all mine right here damn 😫😫

gigispovv: @ jonathanfatu all yours baby 🩷

biancabelairwwe: OH BITCH YOU IS EATIN BRO 

jadecargill: FINALLY I GOT TIRED OF YALL TWO BEING SNEAKY HOE😭😭

gigispovv: @ jadecargill BYE BITCH😭😭

uceyjucey: okayyy i see you sis 🫶🏼

americannightmarecody: IS THAT MY BEST FRIEND???

jackieredmond: OUUU GIRL YOU IS SO PRETTY LIKE JIMMY IS LUCKY ASF

rikishi: my beautiful daughter in law ❤️‍

yaonlylivonce: OH GENESIS IM ON MY KNEES BITCH TELL JIMMY TO MOVE OUT THE WAY

jonathanfatu: @ yaonlylivonce chill dawg chill 

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a/n: they’re officially together 🙂‍↕️ I’m so happy honestly that’s his ride or die right there and Zilla is not to happy about the news but oh well 😭😭

I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

STAY UCEY.

[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for...

May 4th

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1. Wangxian having sex but it's lan wangji POV (p.s he is top) @lanwuxian0725

Fair's Fair by KingdomFlameVIII (E, 11k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Getting Together, Drunken Kissing, Making Out, First Kiss, First Time, Love Confessions, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Incidental Edging, Marriage Proposal, Fluff and Smut)

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2. ITMF a fic where wwx hurts lwj's feelings in some way and regrets it

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3. I’m in the Mood for a Fic: Spicy and Kinky wangxiang! (all kinks ok) BUT with plot, less than 80k, completed, switching is ok, but no bottomji only, thx! <3 @needlovebeloved

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4. Hello! I am itmf a well-structured sports au. I've recently finished Waiting For Spring and The Boys of Summer by @thievinghippo, which has consumed me these past weeks and now I need more! I'll take any sport, but ice hockey would be wonderful. Thank you! @chef-manardee

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5. Hi!

Itmf cute short wangxian fluff (it doesn't matter if it's canon or modern times). I want them to get together and also share the first kiss.

I read a lot of these in the past but I hope I can get a lot of new recs.

Thanks in advance💜 @petra2402

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6. In the mood for some angsty (preferably with happy ending) lonely Lan Zhan. It could be after Wei's death and focused on his lonely punishment and life without his love. Or it could be focused on Lan Zhan growing up in Gusu and having no friends or someone to connect to. I would really like to read some story that describes Lan Zhan's solitude and how it affected him.

Each Imagining Another Face by Fool_on_the_Hill_2528258 (T, 3k, LWJ/OC, WangXian, The Untamed (TV) Compliant, Inspired by The Untamed (TV), Thirteen Years of WWX's Death, Canonical Character Death - WWX, Past Character Death, Original Character Death(s), Implied/Referenced Character Death, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Past Violence, LWJ Plays Inquiry, Angst and Feels, Grief/Mourning, Angst and Hurt/Comfort)

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7. Hello, thank you for your hard work! 🙏Itmf any stories where the Burial Mounds or the dead Wen Remnants take revenge on the cultivation world for what happened to them and WWX. Thank you so much! @boxedbutterfly

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8. ITMF power bottom or dominant (but still receiving) WWX. Any setting except A/B/O is fine! 🖤 @linderel

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9. Hello.... I have request. Can you recommend fic on

A) wangxian office romance

B) Wei Wuxian grew up with Nie Clan.

Thank you.😍 @hazeylove89

9A)

Body Language by Scourge Daughter (scourgedaughter) (E, 33k, wangxian, modern, office au, ABO, gender changes, fem wangxian, office romance, hacking, cybersecurity, alpha/alpha wangxian, arranged marriage, wangxian endgame, happy ending, YZY A+ parenting, canonical character death, sexual harrasment, drunk LWJ, switch wangxian)

9B)

🔒 shades of grey spill from my veins (bleeding ink all over the page) by Reverie (cl410) (M, 58k, NieLan, WangXian, SangNing, POV NMJ, Canon Divergence, Joining the “Wei Wuxian raised by the Nie Sect” Club, Mentions of WWX’s life on the streets, Hurt/Comfort, Accidental Sibling Acquisition, Single Dad NMJ, NHS & WWX Friendship, Fluff, Humor, Happy Ending, Everyone Lives AU, Protective NMJ, Sunshot Campaign, Some angst, Blood and Injury, Kidnapping, Protective Siblings, Found Family)

💖🔒 The Echoes of that News Ring Loud by Scarlet_Gryphon (T, 111k, NHS & NMJ, 3Zun, NHS/WN, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, NMJ Lives, WWX Raised by a Different Sect, Joining the WWX Raised by the Nie Sect club, Universal Da-ge NMJ, JGY deserved better, Cinnamon Roll WN, the Nie brothers will do whatever they can to save the world, Temporary character death (but they get better), Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, Everyone Lives, Good Guy XY, because let's not leave kids hurt on the street, Let's give NHS Battle Fans club member, Gray-Ace power trio 3Zun, Canon Divergenc, ediscussions of JGS's canon-levels of dickery, brief and non-graphic discussion of past rape/non-con due to QS's origins, Mentions of Nightmares, NHS is a Little Shit, Minor Character Death, Happy Ending)

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10. Hello! So, I've been in the mood for two kinds of fics, actually!

A) I just reread All old things are new again, by The Feels Whale and would LOVE more reincarnation or reincarnation with Immortal LWJ and/or WWX, where JC and LWJ just LOATHE each other and don't understand why, or LQR and WWX also hate each other and have no idea why, with either other one of wangxian knowing and don't know how to tell their parner or past lives and lingering strong feelings is just commum place. Just... That vibe of JC going "So why do I hate your ass?" and LWJ "...blinked slowly in a way that he knew drove Jiang Wanyin’s elder self insane. The trait apparently persisted through reincarnation because a dark red flush started to creep up the man’s neck."

And

B) I would really like Lan Xichen critical fics, not really bashing, but if possible, LWJ openly criticizing him, his attitudes, choises, hypocrisy and etc. Most importantly would be LWJ knowing and recognizing his mistakes and flaws. I read too many LWJs just glossing over his brother's whole thing and helping him out of seclusion, and for me that's not very much LWJ coded.

Anyways, thanks for all you do in this fandom!

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11. Hello, I have an itmf request, please! Looking for fun adventure fics with WangXian and the juniors. Could be classes, night hunts, quests, mysteries, etc. The longer the better. Thank you so much!

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12. Sad fic where Wei Wuxian dies in childbirth. Maybe birthing A-Yuán. Could be anyone tho

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13. Hello! Thank you so much for all you guys do for this fandom!

For ITMF; Any of the Lans, even if just Lan Zhan at first, realizing WWX is a genius in the lectures and is abused by the Jiangs, then doing whatever they can so WWX stays with them and never goes back to Lotus Pier? @lostandmessedup

🔒 the language of flowers and silent things series by Reverie (cl410) (M, 107k, WangXian, LXC/NMJ, LWJ & Madam Lan, NHS & LWJ, LWJ & LXC, LWJ & NMJ, LWJ & NHS Friendship, Developing Relationship, POV LWJ, Minor Injuries, Autistic LWJ, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, aka the YZY warning, Genius WWX, Light Angst And Hurt/Comfort, WWX Protection Squad, Gusu Lan Sect, Slow Burn, Protective LWJ, LWJ-centric, Politics, Canon Divergence, No Sunshot Campaign, Cultivation Sect Politics, Protective WWX)

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14. I'm itmf any assassin wwx and lwj fics preferably where they're both assassin's :D

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15. Hello! ITMF Wei Wuxian achieving immortality in the midst of the canon plot at some point, and everyone else's reaction to that? Thank you!

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16. I would love to read some stories where Lan Wangji is taking care of Wei Wuxian, like helping him take a bath, brushing his hair. I kind of like stories that go beyond the sexual between them, in fact, I love when they explore non-sexual intimacy. I would prefer this to be set in canon, I'm not a big fan of modern au and stuff like that...

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17. Hi! I hope y’all having a great day

For the next itmf, i’m thinking of wei ying learning to scare away dogs with resentful energy while he lives in the streets. Like how fierce corpses used to run away from him after his yllz era. Has anyone seen something along these lines? Just wei ying getting dabbling out of a survival need before being found by jfm. Thanks!

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[sun4ndmoon]

rewatch Dark Phoenix and all I can say is... It's worse than I remembered.

Okay, I understand that they decided to dive into another part of Charles, a part kept unseen from others, a part that's completely contrary to his former selfless "nature". They tried to dive into his selfishness. And I totally get it that being selfless makes you a saint, not a human, whereas Charles is no more a human being with all those "human" desires.

However, in a myriad of ways they could have gone to explore his other characteristics, they chose the most unreasonable way?!

Raven blamed him for "changing", but since the beginning, has he ever strayed from his ideal of showing the world the better part of mutants so they can live in peace? Hank blamed him for indirectly causing the death of Raven, did he really remember who'd done this? Aren't they all trying to find someone to blame (and that person, how coincidentally, is Charles) instead of analysing what had happened and finding a solution?

Well, that's not how you write your characters, at least in a compelling way (since we all agree that it's so contradicting to the previous movies instead of showing "another" part of the characters). I'm no professional to show those been producing movies half their lives how to write contradicting parts coexisting in a character, but please, it's not impossible. See that Riario from Da Vinci's Demons? (I know, there are more well-known examples but the little cunning Count has taken all free space in my head T-T, and David S. Goyer did not do him dirty. He's truly a good example.)

Also, character development-wise, Jean just doesn't feel right to me. It feels like she was like me in my period (overthinking, hypersensitive, overemotional and extreme mood swings... honestly?!). The only exception is she's a mutant, her mood swings cause destructions whereas I can only harm my stomach and my back at most. She deserves a better development, something holding more weight and less impromptu. Yes, she could have left after realizing what Charles had hidden from her, but wouldn't it be better if we highlighted the way she learns to control the power by herself and others' help rather than put her into the manipulation of some aliens and then loose conscious for a while so we can see how Erik handled those aliens like the real master of magnetism?! And why do we need a second martyr in a movie not to mention the first one is completely unnecessary?!

Sorry, I get carried away. Anyways, I mean it's HER movie, I demand to see more of her than confusion and guilt!

Of course I only rewatch because I want to see Charles and Erik together :D (IT'S BEEN SO LONG I SWEAR I CAN'T HANDLE NO MORE T-T. I MISSED THEM SO MUCH!!!). Gosh I missed their acting too (or their acting together), but these:

And these:

"A long time ago, you saved my life.

Then you offered me a home.

I'd like to do the same for you."

And James' subtle facial expressions?

PERFECTION T-T~

NOW WHERE ARE MY POST-DARK PHOENIX SLOWBURN HURT/COMFORT ONESHOTS???

[cinnabeat]

some people say things and im like i dont think you should be allowed to say more..

[goleb]

Jam, my son, Jam.

[pnsge]

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[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

one thing abt being disabled/chronically ill that some people don’t get is that sometimes body maintenance that ensures you have the absolute minimum amount of function can also be something that takes away a lot of control and autonomy. you can argue till the cows come home that making those decisions to try and help yourself (or realistically to try to make sure things aren’t worse than they already are) is something that exhibits control and autonomy and stuff, but they can be so limiting in practice because they’re things that take up so much time but have to be done to do anything else

[bejeweledinterludes]

still got the blues.

OR on one quiet night spent in the bunker, you discover that the notorious, god-fearing, big, bad ‘n scary, six-foot badass hunter that is dean friggin’ winchester (aka one of your closest friends) isn’t as tough as he seems.

well.

in bed, at least.

my masterlist

「 pairing 」 : sub ! dean x fem ! reader

「 word count 」 : 8.8 k. (FAITH BE NORMAL CHALLENGE LEVEL: IMPOSSIBLE)

「 content / warnings 」 : MINORS 🤺🤺🤺 GET BACK! AWAY!later seasons sub dean winchester x fem reader (yes i have a problem, no i don’t care thank you!). masterbating, handjob, unprotected sex. yeah this may be the horniest thing i’ve ever written in my life.

you have two ( 2 ) new messages from the author ! ↓

HELLOOOOO THE LONG-AWAITED SUB!DEAN SMUT IS FINALLY HERE 🙂‍↕️🙏‼️ shoutout and thank you to @supernotnatural2005’s drabble / oneshot for the inspo on this one <3 because i think we all want to catch dean like this— which is why i wrote about it!

ALSO @figthoughts’ post from the other day too… yeah idk guys we’re just horny and ovulating connected or something when it comes to mr. jensen ackles and his characters. love you figgy pudding!

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being on the road with sam and dean for god knows how long now, you’d gotten used to all the sounds each idiot knucklehead brother would make in their sleeping state as you passed their rooms— so much so that it was basically white noise at this point, and you just tune it out.

yeah, tonight was different, though. sam had left much earlier— he and elieen were finally going on a real, live, actual date, much to your joy. which meant you and dean were alone in the bunker together. that doesn’t happen often, but when it does, you usually stay up watching 80s movies and arguing over niche things like whether or not they used real flames in back to the future (they didn’t).

that was yet another reason why tonight was different: you hadn’t seen dean all day, much less tonight. he’d been out doing god knows what— and you barely even heard him come back a few hours ago.

but you didn’t push. actually, you didn’t dare to set foot past dean’s door— taking the long way down the hall to get to the kitchen or the library throughout the evening, secretly hoping he wouldn’t come out of his room or even acknowledge your existence.

because… honestly?

living with two other men?

who the hell were you kidding. you could use a night to yourself.

and not to your knowledge or anything, but so could dean.

no disrespect though, because dean really was wishing you were there— or, rather, he was imagining you with him, which was the only acceptable option at the moment.

…but this was definitely a new low. even for him.

see, while you were actually attempting to be productive with your night, dean was not.

like, at all.

while you were doing your laundry, putting clothes away in your room, watching a show on your laptop with your airpods in— thank god, otherwise this whole thing would blow up in dean’s face…

…for the most part, figuratively.

because dean— and how does one say this without sounding like a complete and total creep?

well, dean was jerkin’ it in his own room.

fappin’.

beatin’ da meat.

whatever the male version was of flickin’ the bean.

oh, and the (best) grossest part?

he was thinking about you while doing it.

yeah, yeah, it’s sick, it’s definitely wrong on so many levels— and it sure as hell feels downright illegal and a sin to be doing it while you’re in the fucking bunker.

it’s the lowest of the low. weird. pathetic.

but then again, dean’s always been a little… pathetic when it comes to you.

don’t let anyone know you know that, though.

so, back to dean being pathetic and horny. he’d been at the bar in town for hours earlier tonight, trying to find someone to satisfy the strain on his pants— and that someone needed to look a whole lot like you to get the job done.

how hard could it be?

well, apparently, in lebanon, kansas, finding a look-alike clone of your best friend so you could fuck them silly?

it’s really goddamn hard.

and so was dean.

so here he was—did i say pathetic already?— jerking off in his bedroom like some horny teenager. he’s on his fourth, maybe fifth time cumming to the thought of purely just you.

that’s right, no porn, no nudie mags, not even a goddamn picture in his free hand— because dean was wound up so freakin’ tight, he didn’t need anything. just his hand and his filthy imagination.

it’s humiliating. dean’s literally bucking his hips up into his hand as of right now, imagining it’s yours and not his— all while letting out these little noises that do not sound like they’d be coming from a six-foot, tough as nails hunter. but they are.

and they’re all for you.

dean winchester does not whimper. hell, no. but the broken sound that rips from his throat, tossing his head back on his pillow after he tugs a little too hard on himself was anything but.

and maybe dean should be making less noise— but he knew you so well, too well— you’d have your airpods on noise canceling, anyway. and he can’t even think about if you didn’t. he’s too wrapped up in a haze right now. he’s so distracted. by-god intoxicated.

because dean’s imagining you after that one hunt in virginia. yeah. the moon had been out that night, and god, the way it hit you— a combination of this deep blue and silver and it just lit up your skin, illuminating you like you were one of those ancient goddesses, like the ones he’s only read about in old myths and legends when he’d been so bored he actually did research in the library.

dean’s imagining you, just you, right there with him, and it was your hand, not his. imagining you pulling those sounds from his throat while he’s breathing so heavy, his chest heaving up and down. and the sheets covering only his bottom half were shifting with him as he was moving what seemed like his entire bed along with him as of now.

dean was trying to be quiet.

but his body was not letting him.

and poor you— oh, sweet, innocent you. because as far as dean knew, you were completely oblivious to what was currently occurring in his bedroom at the moment.

but what dean didn’t know was that your airpods had died over an hour ago.

and you’d made the mistake of not taking the long way back to your room this time, thinking that dean had gone to bed due to the late hour.

you had stopped in your tracks in the hall coming back from the kitchen— because you heard dean. heard his little broken groans, damn close to whimpers.

and you genuinely believed that dean was just having a nightmare at first— because hell, with the shit you guys encountered on the daily, it wasn’t uncommon for any of y’all to make a goddamn racket in your sleep.

drawing that conclusion— because it was the only one that was realistic, you start towards your room again, already starting to tune out dean’s weird-as-hell noises.

but before you even take two more steps past dean’s room, you hear something else— a little muffled through the door, but clear as day. because it sends a jolt straight through you.

your name.

he’s having a nightmare, you remind yourself. he could be just calling out to you in that sense, because that would be logical. but then he says your name again. and again.

and it’s just your name.

not sam’s.

not cas’.

just. yours.

and dean sounds like a man possessed at this point. his eyes are squeezed shut, as if he’s trying to banish the image of you from his mind.

but he can’t. and he never would.

he just can’t do it. can’t keep himself in check anymore.

so that’s why dean groans your name at the next motion of his hand on his dick— saying it for the fourth time since you’ve been stopped outside his door.

and it wasn’t a ‘i’m-in-so-much-pain-and-scared’ groan, the kind when someone has a nightmare— no, dean’s groan sounded like a ‘oh-that-feels-so-fuckin-good’ groan, like the kind someone makes when…

oh.

oh.

and dean knows he sounds pretty close to, if not completely pathetic. not at all like the good ol’ badass hunter of lore, not that you’d believed him to be. you’d think he’d sound more in control, or at least not whimpering.

dean’s battled both heaven and hell. purgatory. angels, demons, monsters, even sometimes, just people, you name it— he’s fought it and kicked its freakin’ ass, even god himself.

and his one fault? his only weakness?

you.

it’s always been just you. your stupid pretty face. the way you laughed at his jokes, even when they weren’t that funny. the way you stood by him and his brother’s side— and in the hunting world, associating with the winchesters meant a death sentence. you didn’t care, though. you never did. it was in the way you were always there, especially when it counted.

and here he was.

jerking off and thinking about you.

this had to be rock bottom. right? if not that, purely a whole new level of scumbag. even if you couldn’t hear him.

oh, but you could. and you’re lingering outside dean’s door— because you didn’t even have to put your ear on it to hear the noises he was making, clear as day.

dean feels like he’s drunk, delirious. this always happened whenever he fantasized about you. a pathetic, groaning and whimpering mess. hell, in this state, he’d damn well beg.

and oh, he was.

“fuckin’— please— god, i need you, please—”

damn, you could almost see it— dean’s hand, hidden by the dark of his room, but the way the sheets move makes it obvious just where his hand is. and it’s a blur.

yeah. there was no more holding out, no more being strong. not now.

because dean feels like he’s on the edge of his own personal hell.

and you? you’re stuck.

dean was… well, fucking doing that. and you’re just… stuck. you would have just kept walking past his door, putting your pillow between your ears and teasing him about it tomorrow morning.

because instead crying or groaning out the name of some random girl or even farah fawcett— dean was currently begging.

for you.

and you’re still stuck. dean feels like he’s losing his goddamn mind. he’s gonna cum again, he knows it. he also knows he should be quiet, but the words and your name just keep spilling out of his mouth, and he’s too far gone to stop them.

“ah— fuck. please. please, please, goddamn it, i need you, i need you, i need you…”

yeah, dean’s brain’s not in charge anymore. honestly? it hasn’t been since he met you all those years ago— with your stupid pretty hair, and your stupid pretty mouth, and the stupid soft sounds you make in your sleep that drove him insane whenever you used to share a motel room.

dean needs you.

and you needed a fucking cold-ass shower.

because the way dean was sounding right now? he only sounded like that in your dreams. your deepest, darkest fantasies. it was making your knees buckle.

yeah. there’s absolutely no way any of this was real. this was straight out of a porno. this had to be the trickster’s doing, or something.

because the real dean didn’t act like this. and yet, here he was. and here you were, your stomach flipping each time a sound leaves dean’s mouth and bounces off the wooden door that was still splitting you two apart.

and right then and there, you wished you had the balls to just open it.

because you wanted to be right there next to dean, pulling those noises out of him yourself.

“need you—need you right there, need you, right, right, oh, god, there—”

even in dean’s own fantasies, the ones that drove him to insanity like right now, he’d always thought about this. you actually being there, him actually saying all this to you.

dean would’ve given anything, then. anything. just to have you right next to him in his bed.

yeah, well, you’re still just stuck.

because what the fuck do you do.

do you walk back to your room? pretend you didn’t notice? pretend it never happened? not listen to the sounds dean was making?

or, do you open the door? go in his room and just show dean how you’d really felt about him— for years now?

and lately, it seemed like you all you could think and dream about was being in the same bed with dean, touching every part of him.

because if you were in there right now, you’d touch dean’s skin that you yourself had deemed forbidden, because it’d be seen as crossing a line, breaking a boundary.

hello? reality check, anyone?

come on. dean was your friend.

but the noises he was making in your name— because of you? that was anything but.

yeah. if you were in there, you’d start with your hands on dean’s chest, going lower, and lower, until he started making the sounds he was making now, gasping and begging right in your ear for you, not stopping until he completely just—

yeah, that was it.

you knew your answer.

and dean needs exactly what you’re about to do. because god, he’s thought about it. in the dead of night, when he was alone, or when you’d been just out of reach sitting next to him in a dive bar, he’s wanted this. wanted you.

dean wanted to know the way your hands would feel against his skin, how your body would feel against his own. he’s thought about it. hell, he’d dreamed about it. fantasized— just like he was doing now.

and dean was still fantasizing when you throw away every single rational thought you had at the moment and manage to open his door without making a noise— thank you, hunter skills.

this was crazy. right?

eh. you’ve done crazier.

no. not like this.

and not with dean.

but still, you managed to cross the threshold of dean’s room— and you even sit down on the edge of his bed.

okay, the more you thought about it…was this awkward?

maybe.

oh, but dean doesn’t even notice you— his eyes were screwed tightly shut, mouth parted and huffing out pants and broken noises as one of his hands continues to move fervently. his hips are wild, bucking into his hand— and his body is shaking his entire bed frame.

dean’s too far gone to notice anything, lost in a fantasy that’s been haunting him for longer than he’s willing to admit out loud. the only thing that could even remotely stop him would be—

hold on.

dean’s hit by a familiar scent— the one he’d been imagining this whole time. but that really does smell like— and its now so close, so real, it practically envelopes him. and his eyes open to—

you.

right there. in his bed. within reach. looking at him like he’s always wanted you to look at him.

and there’s no disgust or anger on your face as you look down at dean, still frozen in place. no, just a hint of amusement, mixed with something else—

something dangerously close to pure want.

you don’t say anything, even though you know you should by now. because now dean knew that you knew exactly what he’d just been doing— more importantly, you were now aware of who the focus of it all was.

and goddamn if the look on your face doesn’t have dean pausing, too. he’s never seen it on your face before. and it’s too dark in his room for him to really make it out, but he thinks he sees—

you weren’t disgusted. you weren’t grossed out, or even angry.

you’re just… looking at him like the fantasy he’s been chasing isn’t a goddamn fantasy anymore— but instead something he could reach out and touch. feel.

dean has to swallow whatever excuse he could come up with to talk himself out of what you’d just walked in on. what you’d just heard. and his mouth is dry.

a part of you wants to pounce onto dean right now. to kiss him silly, touch him everywhere and make him gasp your name again— only with you being the sole instigator this time.

but the annoying other part of you halted that urge.

and why?

because of your stupid morals.

your goddamned feelings.

and you had to ask dean, had to know— even if the answer hurt you.

“how long?”

dean’s brain almost completely flatlines for a long moment. though, he knows what you’re insinuating, of course.

how long dean has been thinking about you in that way? how long and hard had he fantasized about his hands on your body, his mouth on your skin, and his dick buried so deep inside you, he gets hand cramps almost every night he’s alone?

yeah. it scares him, just how goddamn long it’s been.

“…years.”

that was all you needed. in reality, you don’t actually pounce or anything, but you do move closer to dean on his bed, tossing one leg over both of his to straddle his lap before meeting his gaze again.

“you have no idea,” your voice is barely above a whisper to dean as you keep his gaze, making yourself comfortable in his lap. “how much i wanted to hear that.”

and dean can’t help the groan he lets out, at feeling your weight, your body, straddling his lap. he’s spent too many nights dreaming of exactly this. his hands automatically go to your hips, as if they’re on autopilot.

because he’s not in charge anymore.

and honestly?

he doesn’t think he ever was when it came to you.

and a small smile tugs on your lips when you feel dean’s hands on your hips— your own fingers start to trail from his wrists and up his arms, your pace slow, but deliberate.

because you were going to memorize every inch of dean that you could.

oh, dean’s just barely managing to keep his hips still, to not buck up underneath you. he can feel you, now that you’re straddling him, the heat there, where he’d wanted to feel you for so, so long.

and when your fingers trail up his arms, dean shudders. because it’s so gentle, tender. he can’t remember the last time anyone touched him this way, if at all.

your hands eventually reach dean’s face. oh, his gorgeous face. you cup both sides, taking in everything: those green eyes of his, the freckles you could see only if you were up close dusting on his nose and cheeks—his features were illuminated only by the dim light of his desk lamp, but you could see so much because of how close you both were now.

the slight smile is still on your lips as you look at dean— because you were still a little sure you were going to wake up at some point.

but this wasn’t a dream, you had to remind myself. dean was under you. he wanted you, in the same way you’d wanted him for as long as you can remember.

and dean feels like he can’t breathe properly. he’s been slapped, punched, cut, beaten, tortured, everything violent under the sun done to his face— but no one’s had their hands on it like this.

he feels too exposed, too vulnerable, but he doesn’t move.

because it’s you. it could only ever be you.

dean keeps his gaze locked to yours, even as he has to stop himself from just completely melting into the palms of your hands on his face. he wants to look at you for forever, keep you just like this— and his expression is so open, so bare.

your thumbs gently graze across both of dean’s cheeks as you hold his face in your hands.

and you can’t look away.

so you don’t.

but you do lean a fraction closer to dean in his lap, breaking the silence in a hushed whisper— because there goes your stupid doubts and feelings, again.

“you want this?”

even though he almost wants to, dean can’t laugh. not when he knows you’re being serious. it kills him, a little— that you’re still doubting it.

because how could he not want this? you?

“god, yes.” dean’s not even sure if he says that out loud, or just thinks it— but he’s nodding regardless, and with the movement bringing his face even closer to yours.

and your gaze softens almost completely when dean says that— but there’s one doubt that sticks, even when his words wash all the others away from your mind. the one that’s been there almost the entire time you’ve known him.

“de, i…” you don’t take your hands off of dean’s face when you try to speak again— but the words die in your throat. you swallow a little, averting your gaze.

and god, when dean hears you hesitate, he’s already on edge.

dean doesn’t know what you’re about to say,— all he’s aware of is that you’re now looking away from him. and he can’t have that, so he brings his hand (non-jerking, of course) to your chin, gently but firmly, forcing you to look at him again.

he tries to keep his voice even, but he can’t.

“tell me.”

you’re forced to keep dean’s gaze when his hand touches your face— and his fingers are so warm, you almost lose your train of thought completely.

you’ve wanted dean for so long— but you had to make sure he fully felt the same way you did.

not just lust. not something to walk past awkwardly the next day.

“i— i can’t do this… just for tonight,” you swallow hard again, your voice barely above a whisper as your eyes flick between dean’s. “but i… i think you know that.”

even with the worry that had been coursing through his veins, dean couldn’t help but be impressed at the fact you think there’s a chance in hell he’d be able to have you once and just… let you go afterwards. his hand on your chin drops a fraction, resting on the side of your throat instead. he swallows, then finds his voice.

“i know.”

your gaze softens a little— and it’s a little embarrassing how much weight felt completely lifted off your chest when dean says that.

you had denied your feelings for dean for years now. and now knowing that he felt the same way, it was getting harder and harder to control the urge to just do what you wanted.

“well, good,” you bring your hands to tilt dean’s head up more to you as you’re in his lap, eyes flicking down to his lips— because you so needed to know what they felt like. “that’s— that’s good.”

and damn, if dean isn’t already struggling. nothing’s even happened yet, and he’s trying his best just to keep still, to resist all his natural impulses and desires to just grab you and never, ever let you go. when your eyes flick down to his lips, his follow suit almost instantly. his voice is almost a damn croak when he responds.

“yeah?”

all your senses were filled with just dean. and you needed more. you’d denied your feelings for far too long— years now, in fear of him not reciprocating. but you couldn’t deny your feelings or your urges anymore.

“yeah,” you echo back in an exhale, your thumbs grazing on dean’s cheeks. your gaze is still on his lips, but you look back up at him. “you— you’re all i’ve ever wanted.”

hot damn.

dean feels like he’s going to wake up at any second at those words that just came out of your mouth. because he never dared to let himself hope that you could feel the same way he did. and it’s been so, so goddamn long of wanting you with every fiber of his being, wanting to touch you and hold you and never, ever let you go.

oh, he’s too far gone to even feel sheepish about how he’s almost shaking now, hands trembling and breath coming fast as he’s barely keeping the reins on his self-control.

dean’s trembling sends a shiver down your spine. even after you just said all that, he still wanted this.

you might die.

or you were already in some version of heaven that jack made up.

because dean wanted you.

“just lemme kiss you,” dean would be embarrassed of how desperate and out of breath he sounded if he could give two damns. he says your name again: “please—”

dean can’t even think straight anymore. yet, never could when it came to you. his hands go to your thighs, gripping tight like it’s all he can do to resist the urge to just flip you over right that moment.

you can’t hold back anymore.

neither can he.

so you don’t.

you close the final distance between you both, taking his mouth in a kiss that’s hard, desperate and full of years’ worth of emotion.

and dean’s lips felt like home. and that’s a weird thing to say, but it was true. you’d never kissed him before this, but it really was him that you’d been missing all this time.

your hands on dean’s face trail into his hair, and you could feel yourself completely melting into him when you pull myself closer to him in his lap, hips fully slotting with his own— and you both groan a little at the feeling.

dean kisses you like a goddamn starving man, his hands gripping at your thighs so hard he’s afraid he’s leaving marks. but he can’t bring himself to care, because he’s finally kissing you. finally having you in the way he’s only dreamt of.

dean hasn’t been touched— kissed like this, ever.

like he’s something precious. to be loved. it makes him feel weak. but he can’t really bring himself to care about that, either.

all you could think about was how good dean smelled. and as his lips danced with yours, he even tasted good. like whiskey and something you couldn’t place— but it sure as hell was definitely dean.

and god, it’s perfect. dean’s trying to swallow the little noises his mouth is threatening to make again as you kiss him back, kissing him like you feel the same— he thinks he’s losing his mind for what felt like the millionth time tonight.

dean’s grip on your thighs tightens even more. he couldn’t help it anymore— he rocks you against his lap, his hips bucking up against yours in an involuntary but much needed movement. and a little sound pretty close to a whimper does escape him this time, hitting your lips as you grind your own hips down onto him.

you had to break your lips from dean’s to get stupid air, but your forehead rests against his as one of your hands unlatches itself from his hair, trailing downward on the fabric of his henley as you’re in his lap.

and you’d tease him about the noises he’s making— if it wasn’t leaving your underwear a complete and sopping mess because of it.

dean’s mind is hazy, lost in the feel of you against him and in his lap, his mind trying to keep up with all the things happening.

he’s a hunter, goddamn it.

he needs to get a freakin’ grip.

but he can’t.

because of the way your kiss felt like a drug. the way you’re so close he can feel your breathing, and the way you’re grinding up against him like you mean it—

and then dean feels your hand on his shirt, sliding further down past his stomach, and he feels like he’s about to go insane. he’s hallucinating, under some sort of spell that shows you what you’ve always desired. that’s the only plausible explanation.

but this was real. oh, so real.

dean’s hands were still holding on for dear life on your thighs, but your own was still going farther and farther down the fabric of the henley he was wearing, stopping at the hem and tugging on it, talking against his lips—

“put your arms up f’me, dean.”

goddamn, if that doesn’t make him literally shiver when you say his name like that, all breathless and pretty.

and dean follows the instruction, raising his arms and letting you pull the shirt over his head, revealing his the skin underneath.

he’s not even embarrassed of his scars, the marks on his body from over the years. not with you. the uneven skin told their own tales he wouldn’t dare open his mouth about, even after three whiskeys deep.

you discard dean’s shirt somewhere in his room without another thought when he lifts his arms up.

you’ve actually only seen dean shirtless twice— once after a hunt, and if you count that one time when that motel room with shitty air conditioning that got too hot last summer. you kept your eyes glued to the lore in front of you then, not daring to look.

this time, however, you couldn’t look away.

not even if you tried.

your lips are parted in what could only be described as pure awe while your eyes and fingers rake over every inch of new skin revealed while still in dean’s lap. first trailing a path up his exposed arms as your eyes continue to drink in all the details of him you’d never thought you’d see.

dean has never, ever been looked at the way you’re looking at him right now.

your fingers continue to trail up dean’s arms, fingertips grazing on the scars you could see in the dim light of his room. you actually knew some of them— having been there when he sustained the wound that made the scar, but a lot were new to you.

and you wanted to memorize it all.

it’s almost embarrassing how he feels like something to be worshipped under your touch. like someone to be taken care of. to be cherished.

as your fingers trail up his arms, he has to bite down on a whine in the back of his throat— forcing himself to keep still under your gaze as you rake your gaze over him. his voice is rough and hoarse when he manages to speak, but all he could get out was your name.

your hands found themselves resting dean’s shoulders while you take in the breathtaking view that is him under you, meeting his gaze when he says your name, voice just as quiet as his.

“yeah, de?”

your touch feels like dean took the jumper cables he had in the back of baby and put it against his skin. but it’s so soft, so gentle. it’s also making his whole body ache, yet he just wants more. and he can’t keep his eyes off you, either. the way you’re looking at him, at his scars like they’re nothing to be ashamed about… it’s almost safe.

dean swallows, hands coming to rest on your waist now that he’s topless. his voice sounds wrecked, broken.

because he’s begging.

“touch me.”

dean’s hands on your waist were making your heart beat all out of rhythm— and you almost completely lose your train of thought looking into his green eyes, wide and blown out.

for you.

you just nod at dean’s words— and your fingers continue their journey downward from dean’s shoulders, trailing over his skin until you eventually reach the waistband of his boxers, and you keep your hands there on the fabric when you look back up at him.

because you still needed to know:

“can i take these off?”

oh, for the love of—

dean nods rapidly before you’re even done asking, because he’d do anything, anything, to have you touch him like he had been not just a few minutes earlier— in fact, he’s already lifting his hips off the bed to make it easier for you, because he’s not about to hesitate. he needs you. he’s needed you for too goddamn long.

and when you manage to pull off dean’s boxers, discarding them in one fell swoop after he confirms and lifts his hips for you, your eyes widen at the sight of him completely exposed beneath you on his bed— and a quiet ‘jesus christ’ escapes from your lips before you can stop it.

and your reaction makes dean’s breath hitch. because it’s not a disgusted one— it’s the exact opposite. he feels vulnerable like this, exposed to you in a way he’s never been to anyone else. he should feel embarrassed. but he doesn’t, oddly enough.

his voice is so goddamn quiet when he bites down on another whine.

“please.”

and you just nod again. then both your hands find dean’s chest once more— and you start trailing a path down his lower torso with your fingers.

dean can’t help the way he lets out a strangled moan at your touch against his bare skin. with no clothing in the way to block it, he’s so much more sensitive. every single touch makes his breath hitch, his head spinning with how perfect it feels.

it’s too much.

and yet, he needs more.

dean’s hands find your hips again, gripping, trying to get you even an inch closer to him.

and as your fingers get lower and lower on dean’s stomach, you hesitate your hands. not because you weren’t sure— but it felt… well, wrong not to at least ask him for permission first.

so you look back up and meet dean’s gaze, eyes searching his again as you whisper, shifting closer to him in his lap.

“can i go lower?”

and at your question, a sharp shiver wracks through dean’s whole body— he’s half convinced he’s going to to just cum right there, even if you don’t end up touching him.

dean’s practically trembling under you now, hands gripping tighter on your hips. he tries to speak again, to say something— but his voice comes out in a strangled moan.

all he can do is nod against his headboard.

a soft exhale escapes you when dean confirms. you nod— and don’t hesitate again.

not when he was like this.

you take all of him in one of your hands��� but you don’t even try to look away from his face while you do so. because you had to see his face for this.

and dean feels like the air’s getting ripped from his lungs at how good your touch feels. he’s never felt anything like this before. it could be the fact that he hasn’t had actual sex in a while (apparently, he’s considered old now), or purely just because of you.

yeah, but dean’s never been touched like this before. so goddamn gentle. but it’s still perfect. his eyes are still locked to yours, and his expression looks pained. it’s all too much, after wanting this for so long.

and all he can do is whisper your name before your hand starts to move.

you start starts slow— not too slow, though, because dean had already fucked his palm tonight more times tonight than he’d like to admit.

dean’s eyes actually flutter shut for a moment when your hand starts to move, a moan catching in the back of his throat. because it’s barely even started, and it’s so good. too good.

dean’s hands on your waist are close to shaking now, but he has to speak— even as it comes out in a hoarse croak.

because he needs—

“more. jesus, i need—”

you don’t even entertain the thought to tease dean or not do as he asked— because the sounds he was desperately trying to keep in were making you want to keep going, to not stop.

so you don’t stop. your hand speeds up, going back and forth on dean’s dick— and your gaze still doesn’t leave his while in his lap, touching him in the way you’ve always wanted to for so long.

and when you pick up the pace, dean’s breath hitches even more— god, it’s so good, but he still needs more. his hands are shaking as they grip tight on your waist, and his eyes somehow keep your gaze, even as his head feels like it’s spinning right into his headboard.

dean manages to get out his next request, in a begging whisper of a breath. he’d be ashamed if he wasn’t so desperate.

“please— please, i need—”

“its alright,” you nod before he can finish this time, leaning your head and pressing a kiss on his cheek. “i gotcha, de.”

and that’s it. you say those words and dean feels like he could cum right there. he’s already so close, just from your touch, the way your hand’s moving so beautifully up and down on his dick. the way you’re looking at him. he tries to keep his eyes open, too— to keep looking at you, but everything you’re giving him is starting to overwhelm him, he can hardly even breathe anymore.

dean glances down at your hand between both of you— big mistake, because the sight of your fingers around his dick and covered in him makes him let out strangled whimper. he bites down on his lip hard, his head falling back against the headboard and his eyes screwing shut. because it’s embarrassing how close he is to cumming in your hand.

you notice, of course— your hand doesn’t let up, but your other hand on dean’s shoulder goes to the side of his face, thumb grazing on his cheek. it’s a stark contrast to what you’re doing to his dick.

“de, its okay,” you reassure dean as his breaths become more and more unsteady, eyes flicking over his face. “you can let go if you wanna.”

and that’s it. that’s all it takes.

as soon you give him permission, dean’s gone.

his body suddenly goes rigid, then he’s bucking his hips into your hand so erratically and sloppily you would’ve been knocked from your position on dean’s lap if he hadn’t buried his face in your still clothed chest, tightened his arms fully around you and pulled you closer to him. he cums loud and hard, a mixture of soft groans, whimpers, swears and pants of your name spilling into the fabric of your shirt.

you’d never heard him like this before, ever.

but dean winchester— the man, the myth, the hunter god, was whimpering as you’re in his lap.

for you.

because of you.

and because it’s all too damn much— the way your hand feels, the touch of your thumb against his face, the look in your eyes when you said that it’s okay for him to let go of the tight rein he’s been holding onto for so long.

dean can feel himself shaking and still coming apart under you as you guide him through it, his face buried in your shoulder as you pull every last bit of pleasure out of him that he has with your fingers. he’s never felt so goddamn free before. he’s never come apart, not like this— not completely exposed like this.

dean’s hands are still shaking as they rest your waist, his entire body almost trembling with it being still so overwhelming. but it was perfect. and he needs to say that, to tell you that it was everything he’d ever wanted—

“please— please, just kiss me.”

and that comes out of dean’s mouth instead. you’d barely started to wipe your hand when the words spill out in a plea— a beg into your shirt. you’re a little surprised that was the first thing he said post-orgasm.

but still, you lean back just enough after dean says that, bringing your free hand to the side of his face while still in his lap, your gaze flicking between his in the dark of his room for just a moment before you lean back in, pressing your lips onto his again.

dean doesn’t hold back now. he doesn’t care about the mess he just made, the way he sounded, or the fact that he begged you to kiss him after you just made him cum.

he kisses you like a starved man, like the air he was breathing needed to come from your mouth and not any other source. his hands move to the back of your hips, gripping your shirt tight and pulling you even closer to him on his lap, now that your hand wasn’t between you both anymore.

dean tears his lips off of yours— and he is still just barely coming back to himself. his brain still hazy from pleasure, from you, but he tries to get out words because he needs to tell you how much he still wants, needs you. his hands grip tight on your hips, like he’s afraid you’ll just get up and leave if he lets go. his voice is still wrecked when he only manages to whisper your name again.

you don’t move out from dean’s lap, though. you stay pressed against him, his skin so warm and flushed against your own. neither of you had to say anything to know how intimate this all was. dean should be attempting to at least do something besides burying his face back in your shirt.

but you don’t let dean stay like that for too long. your hands go to the sides of his face, holding his head as you tilt it back to look up at you, searching his gaze as you continue to straddle him. and your own voice is a whisper, too.

“y’okay?”

and god, dean feels like his entire body’s just come apart again at that single word, because how do you answer a question like that.

dean has to take a breath, because he still feels the aftermath of it. everywhere. he nods, once— because he’s better than even alright. then again, because he has to tell you that, too.

“yeah,” he manages to get that out, and it’s still so damn wrecked, so out of breath. “more than okay.”

“okay, good,” your gaze softens and you nod when dean confirms that he was okay— and your other now-clean hand finds the side of his face when he looks up at you. a small smile tugs on your lips as your thumbs graze on his cheek. “just checkin’.”

dean’s blown-out eyes are still locked to yours as you brush your thumb against his skin, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of feeling you touch him like this.

it’s so tender. so soft.

and dean’s just… lost. in you.

but dean does finally manage to speak again, his voice still hoarse as his hands release from your hips start to trail down, calloused fingers rubbing gently on your exposed thighs and saying your name like a prayer. “god, i need—”

you keep dean’s gaze still— but not before glancing down to see his hands on your bare thighs in his dimly-lit bedroom as you straddle him.

dean’s hands looked like they belonged on you.

felt like it, too.

one of your own hands reaches down from dean’s face to his on your thigh, grasping on his fingers with yours.

“tell me what you need,” your voice is still a hush of a whisper, but remains completely and utterly genuine as you search dean’s gaze. “de, tell me what you need me to do, and i’ll do it.”

holy goddamn.

dean’s breath actually stutters a little at that, because you sound so ready, so willing— he can’t help but let those last three years of pining, of wanting you, of hoping show as he looks up at you.

“ride me. please.”

the words come out in a half-choked plea. dean’s so damn desperate for you, he’d beg. hell, he was begging in the darkness.

and you weren’t about to say no.

your hands take themselves off of dean’s face and hand, lifting your leg to discard your sleep shorts, then your (soaked) undies— then going to the shirt that you’d still been wearing, grabbing the hem of it and tearing it off, discarding it somewhere in his room before reaching behind you to unclasp your bra.

and when that finally comes off, too, dean’s entire damn body tenses. because he felt like the air had just been ripped from his lungs.

again.

he’s seeing you more exposed to him, for him than he’s ever seen you before— and the sight of you like this is goddamn perfect. you’re so perfect.

dean’s hands tighten on your thighs, his eyes taking in the view of you like a man starved.

“holy—”

there’s a thousand words he has for you right now. things like beautiful, perfect, mine. but he can’t get them out yet. because his brain is still trying to catch up from the fact that you’re actually here and naked in his lap.

both of dean’s hands reach for your hips as he’s still staring up at you in awe, his fingers gently but almost greedily gripping on you— because he wants to touch you so bad that he wants to let out a goddamn sob. because no one has ever felt like this for him.

because no one has ever come close to the way he craved you.

your eyes meet back up to dean’s green ones once again. you didn’t have to tell him anything or even say something else.

so that’s why you just nod, then reach down between you both once more, starting to fully sink yourself on dean’s dick— all while still keeping his gaze while you let your hands rest on his shoulders, a exhale escaping you both.

you not even halfway on his dick, and dean thinks he might bust again right then and there. his fingers dig into your hip, all while a groan escapes his parted lips: “ah, shit—”

and oh, he’s big. it takes you a second, but you sink down completely on top of him, your pussy sucking him all up— dean feels like he can’t breathe. again. the sight of you like this is gonna fuel his jerk off sessions for the rest of his goddamn life.

dean’s not sure if it’s possible, but he uses his hands on your hips to gently just pull you even closer against him— which ended up being a mistake, because you involuntarily clench around him. his head drops in between your tits at the action.

and.

he.

whines.

“f— fuck—”

yeah. dean just whined at the feeling of being inside of you, eyes screwed shut and everything as he buries his face deeper between your breasts— you can feel the pant of air and his lips on your skin.

dean’s fingers lace together with yours fully, holding your hand tightly while his other is still gripping tight on the meat of your hip, finally taking his face off of you to look up at you above him.

and oh. you’re a goddess, at least. not something heavenly though, because angels are dicks— but you look unreal as you look back down at dean, your mouth just a little parted from feeling him.

dean twitches a little inside you as he tries to find words, just a few, to tell you how much he wants this— or at least to tell you to move.

all he can get out, though?

“p— please.”

you don’t have to ask for clarification.

you know what dean’s asking for.

so you give it to him.

you grind your hips—and dean whines a little again at that— down onto his just once, testing the waters before you find a rhythm.

and dean feels his entire brain just go on complete and total motherfucking overdrive. because this is it. he’s finally getting the most intimate part of you, the part he’s been wanting for so damn long— he literally can’t see straight anymore. that’s how good it feels. how good you feel.

dean’s head goes in between your tits again, still holding your hand as you move your hips on top on him, grinding down on his dick. his other arm goes around your waist, pressing himself against you and gripping you tight in an attempt to steady himself— but it barely helps. his eyes screw shut again, and he’s letting out another whimper before he can stop it.

“fff— oh, fuck—”

a moan drops from your mouth, too, but it’s nothing compared to the sounds dean’s making, gasping and groaning into your skin as he fucks up into you, meeting your movements. his dick is brushing on that spot that makes you groan— and kickstarts your urge to go faster.

so you do.

dean can’t control anything right now. his hips are bucking up into you erratically, the movements only being stunted a little due to how strong your thighs were around him as you straddle him.

your hand not holding dean’s goes into his hair as you’re both pressed together for a better grip— and dean almost sees stars. he groans a little again, his breaths coming in hard pants on the skin between your breasts.

and the praise falls from your lips onto dean’s ear before you can stop it—

“you’re doin’ so good, de.”

dean feels like he’s gonna cry. just from how perfectly good you feel on top of him— and he’s making the most delicious noises that sound like words but it’s just broken moans mixed with whimpers. his hand on your hip tightens to the point it’s almost painful, but you don’t mind all that much.

“ah, don’ worry, i gotcha,” you whisper against dean’s ear again, your hand tightening on his as you let out a rough exhale, chest heaving rapidly against his as your movements don’t falter once. “you’re doing so good f’me, dean.”

dean’s not in control of the sounds that come out his damn mouth anymore— the praise goes straight to his dick, straight to the familiar burning building low in his tummy. it’s just all swearing, sounds of your name and incoherent begging being said into your skin.

“ah— shit, fuckin’— please—”

dean’s not even trying to stop the words from rushing out of his mouth right now, even if he sounds pathetic. because it all feels so goddamn good, and he’s being so good— for you.

and dean can feel nothing but you right now, in every sense possible. everything else has been long gone, and he’s been so goddamn wrapped up in how good your pussy feels around his dick.

dean gasps for air, because wants to tell you that you’ve ruined every living thing for him in the entire goddamn universe forever.

he wants to tell you that he’s about to cum— again.

“jesusfuckin’christ— oh, please—” is what comes out of him instead.

the words are barely intelligible, and dean’s whole body is starting to tense underneath you as he manages to choke out a ragged cry of your name. your hand is still gripping hard onto his own, the other burying itself deeper his hair. you needed to hold onto him right now. shit, you needed a sec.

because dean winchester was begging to cum inside of you.

you almost stop grinding down on him for a second— the keyword being almost.

you just nod against dean’s head still buried in your tits, holding him against you as you talk into his ear again.

“go ahead, baby.”

dean almost sobs again when you say that. he lets go completely just as before, his hands’ grips becoming painful on you as his whole body shakes and convulses against yours, the movements of his hips becoming so erratic once more as he’s painting your walls with his… sixth? seventh? load of the night— only this time, it’s inside of you. and he’s making every sound in the book: whimpers, groans, a whine here and there, too.

you came, too— but honestly, if you didn’t, you would’ve been fine either way. seeing and hearing dean come apart like this was enough to last you a lifetime.

you don’t know how long dean and you stay like that, pressed into each other and panting, fluids mixed together, spilling out and sticking all over your thighs— but even as you pull back just enough to look down at him, dean’s still trembling under you, long after both your orgasms had surpassed their high, melting into a thick haze between you two.

dean can’t look at you— or won’t, but either way, your hand in his hair trails to the side of his face, and you gently force him to look up at you.

dean swallows hard, and his face flushes. the embarrassment was finally, finally starting to set in now that he’d fucked you and himself out. he braces himself for the teasing, the jokes— and the look on your face.

but you weren’t looking down at dean like he was pathetic, or weak. you never did— and you sure as hell weren’t about to start now, after he’d just shown you every side you’d wanted to see of him.

no, you just smile a little, eyes flicking between dean’s as your thumb grazes on his cheek. he can’t help but lean his head into your palm as you exhale your next words out in a breath—

“that was really fuckin’ hot.”

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[felassan]

Some Bluesky posts by David Gaider:

David Gaider: "So prepare yourself for another series of threads (easy to ignore that way, if you're not so inclined) where I discuss the journey - from leaving BioWare and then Beamdog, to doing what seemed impossible and starting the studio, to now!" [x]

DG: "The Road to Summerfall - Part 2 I guess the best place to start is with leaving BioWare. Right off the bat, I'll say I enjoyed working there - a lot. Until I didn't. I started in 1999 with BG2 and ended in 2016, 2 years after shipping DAI and after spending a year on the game which became Anthem." [x]

Rest of post is under a cut due to length.

"Things at Bio felt like they were at their height when the Doctors (Ray & Greg, the founders) were still there. We made RPG's, full stop. We made them well. Sure, there were some shitty parts... some which I didn't realize HOW shitty they were until after I left, but I'd never worked anywhere else." [x] "To me, things like the bone-numbing crunch and the mis-management were simply how things were done. I was insulated from a lot of it, too, I think. On the DA team, I had my writers (and we were a crack unit) and I had managers who supported and empowered me. Or indulged me. I'm not sure which, tbh." [x] "It's funny that Mike Laidlaw becoming Creative Director was one of the best working experiences I had there, as initially it was one of the Shitty Things. You see, when Brent Knowles left in 2009, I felt like I was ready to replace him. This was kinda MY project, after all, and who else was there?" [x]

"Well, it turned out this coincided with the Jade Empire 2 team being shut down, and their staff was being shuffled to the other teams. Mike had already been tapped to replace Brent... Mike, a writer. Who I'd helped train. There wasn't even a conversation. When I complained, the reaction? Surprise." [x] "It was the first indication that Bio's upper management just didn't think of me in That Way. That Lead Writer was as far as I was ever getting in that company, and there was a way of Doing Things which involved buddy politics that... I guess I just never quite keyed into. I was bitter, I admit it." [x] "But, like I said, this turned out well. Mike WAS the right pick, damn it. He had charisma and drive, and he even won me over. We worked together well, and I think DA benefited for it. I think I'd still be at Bio, or have stayed a lot longer, but then I made my first big mistake: leaving Dragon Age." [x]

"See, we'd finished DAI in 2014 and I was beginning to feel the burn out coming on. DAI had been a grueling project, and I really felt like there was only so long I could keep writing stories about demons and elves and mages before it started to become rote for me and thus a detriment to the project." [x] "Plus, for the first time I had in Trick Weekes someone with the experience and willingness they could replace me. So I told Mike I thought it was time I moved onto something else... and he sadly let me go. So, for a time, the question became which of the other two BioWare teams I'd move onto." [x] "Both needed a Lead Writer. Mass Effect Andromeda was just gearing up, and while I liked everyone out in Montreal I didn't really want to move. So I joined the new project that the former Mass Effect team in Edmonton was cooking up - the one that became Anthem but, at the time, was code-named Dylan." [x]

"That was a mistake. You see, the thing you need to know about BioWare is that for a long time it was basically two teams under one roof: the Dragon Age team and the Mass Effect team. Run differently, very different cultures, may as well have been two separate studios. And they didn't get along." [x] "The company was aware of the friction and attempts to fix it had been ongoing for years, mainly by shuffling staff between the teams more often. Yet this didn't really solve things, and I had no idea until I got to the Dylan team. The team didn't want me there. At all." [x] "Worse, until this point Dylan had been concepted as kind of a "beer & cigarettes" hard sci-fi setting (a la Aliens), and I'd been given instructions to turn it into something more science fantasy (a la Star Wars). Yet I don't think anyone told the team this. So they thought this change was MY doing." [x]

"I kept getting feedback about how it was "too Dragon Age" and how everything I wrote or planned was "too Dragon Age"... the implication being that *anything* like Dragon Age was bad. And yet this was a team where I was required to accept and act on all feedback, so I ended up iterating CONSTANTLY." [x] "I won't go into detail about the problems except to say it became clear this was a team that didn't want to make an RPG. Were very anti-RPG, in fact. Yet they wanted me to wave my magic writing wand and create a BioWare quality story without giving me any of the tools I'd need to actually do that." [x] "I saw the writing on the wall. This wasn't going to work. So I called up my boss and said that I'd stick it out and try my best, but only if there was SOMETHING waiting on the other side, where I could have more say as Creative Director. I wanted to move up. I was turned down flat, no hesitation." [x]

"That... said a lot. Even more when I was told that, while I could leave the company if I wanted to, I wouldn't have any success outside of BioWare. But in blunter words. So I quit." [x] "Was it easy? Hell no. I thought I'd end up buried under a cornerstone at Bio, honestly. I LIKE security. Sure, I'd dreamed of maybe starting my own studio, but that was a scary idea and I'd never pursued it. I had no idea where I was going to go or what I was going to do, but I wanted OUT." [x] "Which led to me at home after my last day, literally having a nervous breakdown, wondering what kind of idiot gives up a "good job". How was a writer, of all things, with no real interest in business supposed to start his own studio? It felt apocalyptic. Within a year, however, I was on my way." [x]

[original thread, following thread]

Follow-up Q&A Bluesky posts:

User: "Were David Gaider still at Bioware, I am certain you would have showed us exactly how Mythal was transferred to Morrigan. You would have paid off on all those years of growth since DAO" David Gaider: "You can be certain I would have *wanted* to, for sure. Whether I'd have been able to is something not even I can be certain of. During my time at BioWare, I had to settle for less-than-ideal results lots of times - that's just how it goes, when it comes to making games." [x]

User: "jesus fuck that is a revolting way to treat any employee" DG: "The thing that got to me most was the apparent assumption that I needed "success". That this was the most important thing to me, to work on projects that sold millions of copies. I like that, sure, who wouldn't? But he obviously didn't know me at all." [x]

User: "Could you elaborate on the anti-RPG sentiment? Was it like the team didn't want narrative choices or game mechanics that affected dialogue? Did they even want dialogue choices?" DG: "There has always been an element within Bio that quietly resented the idea we could never quite get away from being a studio that "just" made RPG's and that our writing was more celebrated than our action. So, yes: more action, less story, less cinematics, and less dialogue all around." [x]

User: "I mean, that's the team (Ship of Theseus!) that made ME2, right? ME2, which was like ME1 if you added more loyalty quests, more romance options, and made the good ending more dependent on doing the loyalty quests?" DG: "When I say an "element within BioWare", I don't mean the entire team... we're talking about a group of devs, many of which worked on ME2 yes, who gained traction because their views likely aligned with what EA also wanted. Speculation on my part, largely, because I wasn't on that team until Dylan." [x]

User: "Gods that is some really shitty corporate culture to say 'You'll ammount to nothing outside of Bioware!'." DG: "From some perspectives, I haven't. I make indie games that sell thousands of copies, and from a triple-A perspective that's... basically nothing. But I'm happy, I enjoy what I'm doing, and I feel creatively fulfilled. Not everyone thinks those things equate with success, though." [x]

User: "Hold up. Jade Empire was gonna get a sequel? How did that not happen?" DG: "The team worked on it for quite a while. First it was Jade Empire 2, and then they rebooted it as a different game altogether which was kind of "modern Jade Empire but minus anything Asian"... and then they cancelled it. Happens a lot to projects as they spin up." [x]

User: "What do you think began the conflict between the Dragon Age and Mass Effect team?" DG: "I honestly have no idea. Competition for resources, I suppose? One team's plans were always being cut short because the other team suddenly needed all their team members for an upcoming release." [x] User: "That makes sense. I can't imagine how it must feel to have your project side lined or reduced because of another team. Do you think the ME team were more entitled because they perceived their franchise as having a bigger cultural impact?" DG: "I never got that sense, though I was never in the meetings where these things were hashed out. They tended to always get what they needed, however, because EA always expected that each ME game had way more *potential* for huge sales than DA did." [x]

User: "Wow.... this makes so much awful, shifty sense. It has seemed to me, from the outside, that there has been a preference for ME over DA. The launch of DATV and the residual layoffs seemed more of a hit job from inside than just a troll problem." DG: "While I was at BioWare, EA *always* preferred Mass Effect, straight up Their Marketing team liked it more. It was modern. It had action. They never quite knew what to do with DA, and whenever DA outperformed ME, ME got the excuses. If you ask me, it was always just shy of the axe since DA Origins." [x] User: "Can I ask a follow-up question ? Is them not knowing what to do with DA the reason why every DA game was different ? While I love all the games I've always wondered where that originated from" DG: "Maybe in part? I'd say the biggest reason was that, while I was there, the BioWare teams were bad at overreaction. They'd take the feedback/criticism to heart - both our own and the fans' - and generally fixed that but also overcorrected. And then there was EA's influence on top of that, yes." [x]

User: "Is that why DA games never got a remaster/remake?" DG: "There's a lot more that goes into such a question, I'd say, though I honestly have no idea. I can't imagine it helped." [x] User: "Do you feel EA will perhaps sell off DA to another developer like Larian (Baulders Gate) or Playground (Fable)? Considering the reception of Inquisition and Veilguard?" DG: "I suppose anything is possible, but to me it seems unlikely if EA thinks there's any chance they might just sit on the IP until they can reboot it later on." [x]

User: "I've always gotten that vibe from the games department, yet I also saw Dragon Age getting a LOT more attention than Mass Effect when it came to the peripheral material like books, comics, lore books, etc. Do you know why?" DG: "I don’t think that was ever true? ME was so much easier with logo branding, and the N7 hoodie was ACE. 😅" [x]

User: "Was there ever any pressure put on the DA team to move away from RPGs?" DG: "Not initially. Initially Ray & Greg said they were fine with having two different styles of RPGs. After they left, there was pressure to emulate ME more and more because, again, it was the “future”." [x]

User: "May I ask for timeframe? Did you work on Joplin at all, or did you move before it even entered planning stage?" DG: "Joplin wasn’t really being worked on while I was still there. The DA team was finishing the last of the DAI DLCs." [x]

User: "i don't think it was just EA, was it? i recall several instances of ray muzyka praising mass effect in interviews or open letters but i don't recall once him doing it for dragon age." DG: "I can’t say. Ray was a big fantasy fan, so I doubt it." [x]

DG: "In terms of the remasters, I suspect the major difference between the two wasn’t favouritism but rather the engine. All three ME games were made in Unreal." [x]

User: "If you stayed, would you be able to persuade BioWare/EA to push DA4 on the success of DAI or would it be cancelled/delayed like Veilguard did?" DG: "I was a sub-lead, not even a senior lead. I would have had as much influence as I did when I was there, which is to say very little." [x]

User: "Anytime I see ex-BioWare people talk about Anthem, I can’t help but wonder if that game should have been axed early on - it never felt much like a BioWare game, even in the marketing. Or would you say that the game itself could have been fine, but it was the management of the IP that was the issue?" DG: "The initial version I worked on still had some RPG in it, but you could see where the winds were blowing. I think the team leads just convinced themselves it was good and would all work out somehow. Through “BioWare magic”, I guess." [x]

User: "Every time I hear about this or see it, it always sounds like the ME team were just a-holes. No great way but to say it bluntly. Nothing to be done." DG: "I wouldn’t say that. Most of them were lovely. We were always competing for very finite resources, however." [x]

[original thread, following thread]

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Mothers day Meltdown

[mysterious circle of robed figures] JK Rowling: hello children Rowling: I was just thinking about how transs people should be eliminated from ssociety Jonathan Chait: whoa whoa whoa! joanne! Chait: you can't say it like THAT Chait: so uncouth Chait: you have to say it with your pinky finger extended

Elon Musk: si! issa no good! Musk: issa too mucha trans genocide Musk: you shoulda only post the right amount offa da trans geocide Musk: lookita me, i lika da trans genocide Musk: but i also like many other genocides Rowling: oh MY GOD Rowling: my empire is crumbling!

Chait: we're not saying you can't still be transphobic Chait: you just have to, you know, cool it a bit Chait: be genteel about it Jesse Singal: mommy mommy i have concerns mommy! Chait: see? just like that

Chait: maybe put a little disclaimer Chait: "this transphobia is for entertainment purposes only" Rowling: do you not know who I am?? I'm JK Rowling! Rowling: JK FUCKING ROWLING!!! Rowling: I MADE YOUR CHILDHOOD MAGICAL!

Rowling: no one tellss me to cool it! Rowling: i own the courtss! Chait: joanne Rowling: and another thing!!! Rowling: SSTOP CALLING ME JOANNE!

[midnight society] JK Rowling: hello children Barker: oh look who it is Barker: what are you doing here joanne? Barker: did your terfs tell you to cool it again? Rowling: Rowling: why doess everyone call me joanne

Rowling: i'm extremely mad about thiss transs football referee Barker: what? Rowling: this transs football referee Barker: Barker: what?

Rowling: there's a transs football referee and i'm really mad about it! Rowling: what, haven't you heard? Barker: joanne, why are you here Rowling: and another thing! Rowling: sstop calling me joanne!!

Rowling: people are alwayss all "joanne this" and joanne that! Rowling: wah wah wah joanne joanne joanne! Barker: do you not like your name Barker: you could change it Poe: clive Poe: just let her tire herself out Barker: no no I've got something here

Rowling: people are alwayss "oh wah wah wah joanne, how can you ssay that! your bookss are all about tolerance and love wah wah wah!" Rowling: bitch i think i know what my booksss are about! Rowling: i fuckin wrote them after all!

Rowling: blah blah blah ohh joanne Rowling: i hate when people call me joanne!! Rowling: they should fear to say my true name! Barker: oh damn look at that Barker: looks like we're having a good ol' fashioned mothers day meltdown Poe: clive don't encourage this

King: but joanne! how can you say that? King: after all the lessons of harry potter? King: you made our childhoods magical!

Rowling: people are all "blah blah blah joanne how can you like naziss now when you ssaid they were bad in harry potter" Rowling: first of all, harry potter iss fiction! Rowling: secondly, the death eaters are actually a ssinister coalition of evil transs, sspooniess, fat people, free masonss, and diane duane Rowling: always have been! Rowling: thiss iss NOT a retcon!

Rowling: that sshould be obviouss if you've read the book Rowling: UNLESSS Rowling: you're a fake potterhead, ssteve King: no of course not! i love harry potter

Rowling: DO YOU Rowling: perhaps then Rowling: you would be willing to take a blood oath to the dark lord Rowling: to belong to the dark lord body and ssoul Rowling: who is always correct King: i uh don't think i'm going to take that oath, sorry Rowling: UGH! Rowling: this is just like Radcliffe all over again!

[pleasantboatpress]

so, you wanted to start bookbinding?

so @princetofbone mentioned on my post for "factory settings" about wanting to know more about the binding style that i used for it. so i thought i might make a post about it.

i was as terrible as i always am for taking in progress shots, but i can link you to the resources i used in order to make my book. i would also like to point out that "factory settings" is my 120th bind, and i have been doing bookbinding as a hobby for just over 3 years now. unfortunately this means some of the methods that i used for that bind aren't particularly beginner friendly, just in terms of the tools and methods i have used, but i would love to point you in the right direction when it comes to resources. i dont say this to sound pretentious which i fear i might come across, just so that youre fully informed. getting into this hobby is fun and rewarding, but it can definitely be intimidating.

with that caveat, heres a list of links and resources that i have used for bookbinding in general, with additional links to methods i used specifically in regards to this bind.

ASH's how to make a book document. it gives you a great introduction into typesetting fics (where you format the text of fics to look like a traditionally published books) and then turning them into a case-bound book (the style i used for "factory settings"). it is comprehensive, and explains how to use microsoft word to do your bidding. it was invaluable to me when i was just starting out! currently i use affinity publisher to typeset/format my fics for printing, but i only bought and learned how to use that after i had been binding books for a year and a half. i made some beautiful typesets with word, and some of my close friends use it still and design stuff that i never would be able to in my wildest dreams (basically anything by @no-name-publishing)

DAS Bookbinding's Square Back Bradel Binding. a great style to do your first bind in! this method requires, when making the case, to attach the cover board and the spine board to a connecting piece of paper, which makes it so much easier to match the size of the case to the size of the text block (your printed out and sewn fic). using this method is what allowed me to get much more accurately fitting cases, and made me much more confident with the construction of the books i was making. a well-made book is something that is so wonderful to hold in your hands!

DAS Bookbinding's Rounded and Backed Cased Book. This is the specific method that i used to create my bind for "factory settings"! even before i could back my books, i found that watching DAS's videos in particular helped me see how books were traditionally made, and i was able to see different tips and tricks about how to make nicer books.

Book Edge Trimming Without... i trim the edges of my text block using my finishing press and a chisel i have sharpened using a whetstone and leather strop with buffing compound on it. i follow the method for trimming shown in this video!

Made Endpapers. i follow this method for my endpapers, as i used handmade lokta endpapers, and they can be quite thin, but they look beautiful! i used "tipped on" endpapers (where you have your endpaper and then put a thin strip of glue on the edge and attach it to your text block) i used for a very long time before this, but these feel like they are much more stable, as they are sewn with your text block.

Edge Sprinkling. this is the method that i used for decorating the edges of my text block. but the principle is basically clamping your text block tight and then sprinkling the edges. i do not believe you need to trim the edges in order to do sprinkles on the edges, and that's what makes it accessible! i personally just use really cheap acrylic paint that i water down and then flick it onto the edges with my thumb and a paint brush.

Double-Core Endbands. i sew my own endbands, which i followed this tutorial for. that being said, it's kind of confusing, and this video is a bit easier to follow, but it is a slightly different type of endband.

Case decoration. i used my silhouette cameo 4 to cut out my design for "factory settings" in htv (heat transfer vinyl). i also used my cameo 4 to cut out the oval of marbled paper on the front, as i honestly didn't want to try my hand at cutting an oval lol. i also glued some 300 gsm card with an oval cut out of the centre of it onto the cover before covering it with bookcloth, to get a kind of recess on the cover. i then glued the oval of marbled paper onto the top of the recessed area once it was covered with bookcloth, so that it was protected. the images i used were sourced from a mix of rawpixel, canva and pixabay. a more accessible way to get into cover decoration is by painting on a design for your cover as described in @a-gay-old-time's tutorial just here. or even doing paper labels, which look classy imo.

physical materials. sourcing these will depend on your country. i am located in australia, and have compiled a list with some other aussie bookbinders of places to buy from. here is a great post describing beginning materials for getting started binding.

@renegadepublishing. this tumblr is great! its what got me started bookbinding, and being in the discord has been inspiring, motivating, and honestly just one of the best online experiences i have ever had. it is full of resources, and most people in there are amateur bookbinders, with a couple of professionals thrown in. the discord is 18+, and anyone can join!

i'm sorry this post got so long, but i hope that this has a lot of information for you if you would like to get started bookbinding. its one of the best hobbies ive ever had, and i genuinely believe i will have it for the rest of my life.

[racew1nn3rs]

─ 𝘚𝘌𝘊𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘚, 𝘚𝘌𝘊𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘚 🫀

max verstappen x singer!fem reader // smau

⤷ summary: when max verstappen starts commenting on the posts of the beloved singer y/n l/n, fans are confused and less than enthusiastic at the new friendship. what they could never expect is just how long they've been 'friends'...

based on this request <3

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ynusername my new album is now officially out on all platforms! thank you so so much for all of the love and support, and special thanks to sab for her feature on the song <33 love u bb girl 🫦🫦 now that the album's out, tour next!!! see you all soon!

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user1 THE ALBUM OUT. THIS IS NOT A DRILL PEOPLE THIS IS NOT A DRILL.

user2 i cannot be normal about this i fear

user3 ik her back hurts from CARRYING the music industry on her back 😩

user4 hey so WHO TF IS SO AMERICAN ABOUT?? A LOVE SONG

user5 y/n writing a love song in god's year of 2024... wow

user6 y/n in the top 10 charts, fork found in kitchen

user7 sabrina and y/n are never beating the gf allegations

ynusername damn right we're not 😏

user7 HOLY SHIR HOKY SHIT HOKST SHUT

user8 y/n's in love and it's not with me, hanging myself as we speak

user9 the comment is gonna get reported but so real op

user8 can't a woman hang herself in peace 😣

user10 album's such a banger i had this shit bumpin at my grandmas funeral 🙏🏼 rest in piece nancy 🕊️💪🏻

user11 OH MY GOD???

user12 rest in piece nancy you would've loved make you mine 😔

ynusername oh my god please tell me your joking

user10 sorry queen the grind never stops

ynusername NO SHOT

maxverstappen1 great album! 👍🏼

user13 why does he text like my father 🧍🏻‍♀️

user14 brother eughh

user15 what da hell is a polar bear doin in arlington texas

ynusername thank you max!!!

user16 y/n l/n to redbull in 2025

user17 hellurrrrr who is this man in ur likes y/n

user18 f1 driver!!

user17 Y/N NO ATHELETES PLEAEJEWK 🫵

user18 tour content soon??? i'm sat

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user19 bro looks like he snuck onto earth, get his ass outta here

user20 grammy-award winner, vogue cover model, new york university graduate and Some Fucking Guy

user21 not y'all coming to her defense like the mighty morphin power rangers 💀💀 he's literally a world class athete and she writes pop music

user20 17.172.224.47

user21 IS THAT MY IP ADDRESS??

user20 melinda charleton

user22 IS THAT HIS MOTHER'S NAME!!?1?1!

user20 you want me to do you too???

user22 no we good 😃

user23 ruth bader ginsberg did not die for this

user24 now wtf does this have to do with babe ruth 🤨

user25 WHOOOOO 😧

user24 ... that wasn't right was it

user26 now let's be fr he does NAWT have a chance

user27 have u seen the marble-carved  goddesses these men pull, i fear he does 😔

user28 please no i feel ill

user29 TWO???? OH HELL NAW

user30 two might be pushing it, only one was confirmed

user31 jesus christ

user32 first taylor, now this

user33 yall, all he commented was great album 💀💀 yall are LEAPING to conclusions

user34 what can i say it's an art

user35 i do not see 👁️👄👁️

user36 no like 💀💀 im in your walls

user37 haha max verstappen!! right!!! (theres a sniper at ur location)

user38 omg ur so right 🤩 it is about him (i have a bomb strapped to my chest)

user39 i dont mean to sound stupid, idk who that man is, if i saw him on the streets i wouldnt know a thing 🥱

user40 this is so random too like what 😭

user41 the power of kindness won't work here, i have to throw him off a building

user42 i used to be a max verslsjjwwo lover 🤩 now im just a max verslsjjwwo hater 😔

user43 NURSE 🫵 SHE'S OUT AGAIN

user44 why would u put that into the universe 😧

user45 alright, lets get you to bed grandma

user46 mari stop being delusion and go touch grass 🧍🏻‍♀️

user47 ENOUGHHHH

user48 ain't no way in hell 😭

user49 ik ur feet hurt from all this jumping to conclusions babe

user50 lets leave the parkour to the athletes 😃

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ynusername italy thanks for letting me be inside you (; it was such a lovely show, expect me back asap!!!!

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user51 IT WAS SO GOOD I THNK I BLACKED OUT THE WHOLE TIME THO

user52 oh!

user51 oh so now this isn't a safe space

user53 LANDO AND MAX IN TGE LIKES??? NO NO NO NO

user54 ABORT ABORT ABORT

user55 y'all are doing too much 🙄 she's one of the top artists in the world, i think it's safe to say they might like her music

user56 the second picture 🧎🏻‍♀️do you need a stool cause i can kneel and be really quiet

user57 y/n fans be normal challenge (impossible!!!) (never done before)

user56 WOMP WOMP

maxverstappen1 wonderful show! 🙏🏼 you are so talented

ynusername ty max (: im glad you could come see me

user57 ain't NO WAYYYYYY

user59 THIS IS SIXKENJNG IM GONNA PUKE

sabrinacarpenter my gf looking sexy 🫦🫦🫦

ynusername only for u bbg 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

user60 BOOOO 🗣️ GET A ROOM

user61 do y'all need a third!!!!

user62 mamma mia pizza pasta mozzerella moment

user63 i just put u on a watchlist

user62 🧍🏻‍♀️

landonorris RAHHHHHH 🦅🫵🗣️‼️

ynusername RAHHH RAHHH RAHHH RISE POWER POWER 💪🏻‼️

user63 what the fuck

user64 OH GOD WHAT IF SHES DATING HIM????

ynusername brother eughhhh

landonorris WHAT THE FUCK????

user65 SINCE WHEN IS SHE FRIENDS WITH F1 DRIVERS HOW MANY CHAPTWRS DID I MISS

user66 apparently we all went into a universal coma while she was out galavanting cause idk how else this could've happened

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maxverstappen1 posted to his story!

(caption: beautiful show)

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user67 someone save my girl bro, she don't know any better 😭

user68 it's like a little kid trying to touch the hot stove, LIKE STOP THAT!! DON'T DO THAT

user69 am i the only one who thinks they'd be cute together....

user70 YES!?!?

user71 there is literally no fucking way he bagged her

user72 losing y/n to european f1 driver would be the biggest american tragedy since 2001

user73 i had to read this shit twice, op what r u waffling abt 🫵😧

user74 can't even be nonchalant about this one bro, i'm chalanting hard asf

user75 we do not care

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ynusername first time in monaco, safe to say i enjoyed myself! so happy to see you shine this time my love<3

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user76 oh. my. fucking. god

user77 THEYRE FUCKING DATING OH MYFODNSJ

user78 THAT SHOULD BE MEEEE HOLDING YOUR HAND THAT SHOULD BE MEEE MAKING YOU LAUGHHH 🎤

user79 i'm in mourning

sabrinacarpenter CHEATER 🫵

ynusername BABY IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE, IT WAS JUST ONE TIME 😣😣😣 IT WAS A MISTAKE

maxverstappen1 we've been dating for 2 years??

sabrinacarpenter SHUT UP FAST & FURIOUS NO ONE ASKED YOU

user80 i'm sorry 😃 two Y EARS

user81 i feel like i just got dumped. y/n don't do this, the kids need you 😔

maxverstappen1 i got p1 for you, i love you 🫶🏼

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hope you all enjoyed! please let me know your thoughts and feel free to leave a request for me to write something for your fav <3

[xxxnightcorequeenxxx]

PSA To the Phantom, we have a Troll/Stalker!

Those who know me know this is somthing I won't typically resort to this, but today, I've reached the end of my long patience. ( one and half a year of patience) There is a Stalker/ Troll whose whole stick is trying to get people to draw Dani and Danny fan art. Thir asks will look like this. They will delete them as soon as you answer. I mod on a few Discord servers, so when I informed people on Discord that I had a digital stalker, someone reached out to me to ask me if this was them, as they didn't want to deal with what I had to put up with. That's how I got a hold of this:

On Deviantart, they try to get into people's good graces by subscribing and donating a dollar. (it's a tip you can do on DA, not required) They ask you to do art, and if you bite, They won't stop pestering you about it. Like you didn't do it fast enough, or you didn't do it. And if you do, they have a new request lined up the minute you post the last. So it's never good enough. They will try to monopolize your time, and you never get time to draw what you want to if you try being kind at first. One telltale sign that it's them is that if you reply to them, they will delete all their messages with you after your reply to avoid detection by moderators.

So here are the usernames I know them by; Usernames of them on DA; DanielFentonPhantom DannyFenton2 DannyFenton3 DannyPhantom11 JacobFritzsching1 JacobFritzsching2 JacobPhantom1 JakeFritzsching JakeFritzsching1 The username of the stalker on Tumblr: JacobFritzsching1 & JacobPhantom

I've tried to block them multiple times, And I suspect DA staff have banned some of their accounts.

They don't understand no and stay away or that people have boundaries. I've reported them multiple times. They have been suspended multiple times (I was lucky enough to get this screenshot for a suspended account)

They have been bothering me since Aug 28, 2023 and the latest block for this person was today.

This is me reaching out to others in my discord communities over time for help, showing what it did to me mentally and why I no longer take art requests. (For the privacy of the other users, I've only included what needed to go in there with their usernames hidden.) The only other user by name than me is the stalker.

I lay myself bare to you phandom community so that you may not suffer silently by JacobFritzsching1 hand. I know I'm not his only target. I've stayed quiet and done what I could for a year and a half. They have not let up, and I fear they are driving good people out of the community through their behavior. I will confess to thoughts of wanting to permanently delete my stuff just to escape this stalker. But I'm not letting them win. I am a Phandom elder, I have been a phan since the show since it aired back in the day; some of you may know me by my old username Jeanette9a, some of you will know I'm sited as one of the earlier ones to keep DP ship names list that now exisits on Ao3, and I have to use my every connection and pull to see this troll/stalker not mess with more of my fellow Phandom community. That so be it. I will pull out my megaphone and scram their misdeeds to heaves, so they may never walk anywhere without people knowing who JacobFritzsching1 is in regards to the phandom. You wanted attention well, here you go may I hope you enjoy what you have sown.

---- If anyone else has more receipts about this person feel free to reblog with a me too and show the phandom just who JacobFritzsching1 / JacobPhantom is. Because I'm just one person finally speaking up. I don't expect people to believe me outright. Not without more people who can attest to their character. Here is another post about the same user that is by someone other than me:

[tarotofhope]

PAC: ♡ Channelled Love Songs from your Current/Future Romantic Partner ♡

(Please Read My Pinned post *IMPORTANT NOTE* before selecting a Pile)

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Pick an Image by meditating and selecting the image you feel called to. You can be attracted towards more than 1 image. If you are not able to select maybe this reading isn't for you.

(You can find all the songs mentioned in the Piles on SPOTIFY. Unfortunately Tumblr only allows 10 audio links per post🥲)

Pile 1

Songs - Aaya Jado Da by Asees Kaur

Screen Time by Epik High ft. Hoshi

Don't Forget To Breathe by Aaryan Shah

Welcome to your reading, Pile 1. First of all, lot of green ink occured in your pile. Your partner seems very caring, nurturing and protective of you. They might be a very caring and loving person themselves, very protective of their belongings and loved ones. They like to have a quick check on you(like not in a toxic or negative way). They want to know you better and your little quirks. They genuinely care about your well being. They might be very cautious, structured, organised individual, a fitness freak as well. They seem kind of very picky, they don't open up to just anybody, they might have very few close friends. They're mostly not interested in flings and one-night stands. They take relationships seriously so they'll only jump into it when they see some real value in it. This person is like a 'husband/wife material' person or atleast a long term partner. This also seems like a long distance relationship to me or getting into a relationship after a series of personal hardships when you've become very mature either age-wise or experience-wise.

So, that's all I got for you, my dear Pile 1.

Hope you're with this person or find this person soon 😉

Hope, light, love and peace to you..🌸🌼🌻

Pile 2

Songs - Talk About Love by Callum Beattie

Seven- Clean Version by Jungkook

Tenu Khabar Nahi by Arijit Singh

Welcome to your reading, Pile 2. Have you guys currently been in separation or broken up with your partner? This could be a recent past energy as well. See, now this also looks like an ex's energy(I don't like to go into this topic because it creates unnecessary confusion but it appeared in the reading so I had to) and whether ex or not, if you strictly don't want this person back into your life, you must then very well know that you've ended up for good and you don't need to allow this person back or this pile totally isn't for you, you should select another pile. One thing is prominent though, one of you has done something bad to the another person..and that was the main reason for your guys' separation. I'm nobody to judge you guys, you know yourselves better. Well, whoever this person is, they want to reconcile with you or you're currently reconciling already. It could be a different case for everyone choosing this pile. It could be so that this person or both of you might still have feelings for each other. This person wants to make things better or do things right. There is a promise of not making the same mistakes again. This person is asking for another chance. Now, you need to decide for yourselves, what's good for you and what's not. It's totally up to you.

That's all I see in the cards for you, my dear Pile 2.

Hope, light, love and peace to you..🌸🌼🌻

Pile 3

Songs - Tera Mera Hai Pyar Amar by Ahmed Jahanzeb

I'm Gonna Love You by D.O. ft. Wonstein

Can't Help Falling In Love by Elvis Presley

Welcome to your reading, Pile 3. This person looks so in love. But more so, this person is very sure of you, there feelings are very intense, too. As they are saying, that it's so easy to fall in love with you, either it's a love at first sight situation or there is a certain clarity about choosing you/about wanting to continue further with you. Nothing can change their mind about you. They are giving me strong future spouse energy because they just want to take you away as soon as possible. So, they'll be very assertive in their approach towards you in the courtship period itself. I also think that they'll be the first one to approach you if you've not met this person already. They'll make sure that you know they are not just fooling around, that you're in for a very long ride. They'll also want to make sure that you too, feel the same way for them before going very far because they want it all or nothing. They'll definitely try to win your heart over, Pile 3.

That's all I got for you, dear Pile 3.

Hope, light, love and peace to you..🌼🌸🌻

Pile 4

Songs - Young And Beautiful by Lana Del Rey

Every Second by Baekhyun from EXO (Record of

Youth OST- 3)

Aadat Se Majboor by Benny Dayal

Welcome to your reading, Pile 4. This person might be a heart-throb. Popular person energy(for their work or looks). Everybody swoons over them. Their energy is quite charming and charismatic. They are bold, fun loving and outgoing, life of the party kind of person. You both might be quite the opposite of each other. They will be very confident in their approach. They might just be nervous about how to woo you because you are different from others and they don't want to make any mistake. They don't want to look like a creep. If you've already met this person or in a relationship, you know. They are someone who'll totally make a fool out of themselves to make you laugh. They love to see you smile and laugh but also, you don't laugh a lot, it seems. There seems to be a lot of people who are sexually attracted to them, but they choose you because you are special to them, you're not like the others according to them. They might've got their heart broken a couple times earlier due to which they're afraid of losing you but that's not going to be the case because they're sure of one thing that you're very firm in your decisions, rock solid and you won't run away when life gets bad. You guys are going to be like a power couple, each helping the other person where they are lacking, each completing the other.

So, that's all I got for you, my dear Pile 4.

Hope, light, love and peace to you..🌻🌼🌸

Pile 5

Pile 5

Songs - Lover by Taylor Swift

Spider By Hoshi

Tere Mast Mast Do Nain by Rahat Fateh Ali Khan

Welcome to your reading, Pile 5. Your person seems very Venusian(very lovey-dovey, full of charm, likes fine art) and Neptunian(very dreamy) to me, a hopeless romantic even. Some of you might also be attracted to Pile 4, because this pile has got some similar vibes. They are magnetic, could also be popular for something that they do, something that only they create. They have a good taste in music as well, could be a musician or they like to play musical instruments. Dancing and singing could be their hobby or talent. They are also someone who knows flirting like the back of their hand. It comes naturally to them, sometimes they don't even know that they're flirting. They might also like good food and fine-dining, might also love to cook. You might not like this person in the beginning because you think they're a flirt and they don't look serious, but you'll eventually start liking them because they're not what they seem from the outside. It is giving me the vibes of 'One fell in love first, but the other one fell harder.' Their heart is so pure and innocent. They'll woo you with their heart, Pile 5. You seem like a tough nut to crack to them, someone who's hard to get. I also think you've got pretty eyes and a resting b**** face. They love it. There's going to be a playful banter between you guys. Everything will be worth it in the end.

So, that's all I've got for you, my dear Pile 5.

Hope, light, love and peace to you..🌻🌼🌸

Thank you so much for being here. I post PAC readings every Tuesday and Friday. Do love and support by reblogging, liking or following.

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[stylesispunk]

"Blind Faith" chapter V

Priest!Joel Miller x night club dancer!reader

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summary: The aftermath of you and Joel spending the night together and him finding out the truth of you from someone else's lips. w.c: 6k (short but angsty) Warnings: age gap (joel is in his late 40s and reader in her late 20s), fluff, forbidden love, angst (yes, it's back for a few chapters). Remember, reader is latina. English is not my first language. a/n: Chapter 5 is here. I want to thank every single one of you who read this story and take their time to share it and also to share their thoughts with me. I really appreciate. I'm sorry for the short chapter and I beg you pardon for the angst. REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED. happy reading.

Sorry, posting again, I had a technical issue with the other one.

dividers by @/saradika-graphics

The bible defined sin as transgression of the law of God.as the offence of breaking a religious or moral law. Perhaps, as the forbidden pleasures that caused a nervous giggle or perhaps as the shame wandering.

When you broke a vow, you became a sinner.

When you kissed the devil, you became a sinner.

But when you made love—how could you even think of that word?

When Joel carried you to bed last night, he did it with such tenderness he didn’t even think about what you had done.

It didn’t feel wrong. It didn’t feel like his heart was being torn apart by the monster lurking in the corners, waiting to punish him for what he had touched and seen. For what he had tasted like a reeking fruit.

He had met love after seeking for it for such a long time. He had tried it, in all its forms until he met God and found a way to spread it all to people. All the love he couldn’t give his daughter.

All the love that had stained his hands and slipped through his fingers.

And then he found you. And now you were sleeping next to him—your head on his pillow, and your hand resting on his chest, above his heart, beating for you.

He thought—how could something this good, this beautiful, be a sin?

How could it be a sin when the sunlight touched your face just right, making you look like a morning angel? How could it be wrong when his cheeks hurt from smiling at the sight of you?

He refused to listen to the voices in his head.

This morning, he had chosen you.

"Are you awake? ‘Cause I can feel you getting comfortable on my chest," he whispered.

"You stayed," you murmured without opening your eyes.

"Of course I did, baby," he said, without hesitation.

"Do you regret it?" You almost regretted asking—feared what the answer might do to you.

Joel paused, thoughtful. What had happened last night came from something desperate and pure, something blooming inside both of you for a long time. He had fallen—deeply. He loved your touch. He loved how you felt. The sounds you made, the way you moaned his name.

He couldn’t regret it.

He just couldn’t.

"No," he said finally, smiling as he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. You looked precious.

Groundbreaking, even.

"You were gentle," you said softly, finally opening your eyes, mirroring his smile.

"You didn’t like it?"

"I did," you whispered, your lips pulling into a small smile. "It was the first time I felt really loved by someone. I’m glad it was you."

Joel’s thumb brushed lazy circles over your hip beneath the sheets, his other hand cradling the back of your head. Neither of you spoke for a moment. The silence was soft, golden, filled only with the rhythm of breath and the quiet thud of his heartbeat against your ear.

“You always sleep this still?” he murmured.

You smiled against his chest. “Only when I feel safe.”

That made him pause. You felt the way his body tensed just slightly next to you, like the weight of your words settled deep in his bones. And then he exhaled, kissed the top of your head. “Then I’ll take that as a damn good compliment.”

You lifted your head a little, meeting his eyes. They were warm, still brown-colored in the light. “You’re dangerous,” you said softly, lips twitching. “I think I could get used to waking up like this.”

Joel chuckled, the sound low and rough with sleep. “You already are.”

You both smiled. And then, your gaze softened.

There were words pressing against your throat. The past clawing for space in your chest. Secrets that hadn’t yet surfaced. You didn’t want to ruin the moment. But you also didn’t want to build this thing on silence.

“There’s... things I haven’t told you yet,” you said quietly, almost like you were testing the weight of the sentence in the air.

Joel didn’t flinch. He just looked at you, all patience, all presence.

He nodded once, encouraging. “You don’t have to tell me now. But if it’s on your chest... I’ll carry it with you. I don’t scare that easy.”

You looked at him. Really looked. And there it was again—that gentleness. That steady, weathered kind of love. The kind that didn’t back away when things got hard. The kind that stayed.

“I’m scared you’ll look at me differently,” you admitted.

Joel’s hand came up to cradle your cheek, thumb brushing under your eye.

“Darlin’,” he said, voice low, “I don’t love you because I think you’re perfect. I love you because you’re real. You’ve lived. You’ve hurt. And you’re still here.”

You blinked, swallowing the lump forming in your throat.

He smiled, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “You can tell me whenever you’re ready. Or not at all. I’m not going anywhere.”

Your breath caught, and your fingers stilled against his chest. The words hung heavy on your tongue, trembling at the edge.

“You’re a priest, Joel. I—” you started, voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t even know what that makes me.”

Joel didn’t move. He stayed right there with you, his hand still on your cheek, his eyes searching yours.

“It makes you the woman I love,” he said simply, without hesitation.

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out right away. Your throat burned. “But everything we did... it goes against everything you promised. Everything you believe in.”

“I believe in you,” he said, his voice firmer now, but still low, still gentle. “I believe in this. In us. I’ve spent a long-time following rules that didn’t leave space for the ache in my chest. For the loneliness. For how bad I wanted to be held, to be known, to love and be loved. And then you walked in.”

Your eyes filled, but you blinked them clear, searching his face like maybe you could find a reason to believe him more than you already did.

He leaned closer, his forehead touching yours.

“I don’t feel guilt when I’m with you,” he whispered. “I feel peace. I feel like I found the thing I was always trying to pray for but didn’t know how to name.”

You exhaled shakily. “But what if they find out?”

“Let me to figure this out, okay?” he said, you nodded.

You buried your face against his chest, his arms pulling you in tighter like he could protect you from every doubt, every consequence, every ghost of the past.

“I never wanted to ruin your life,” you murmured.

“You didn’t,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You saved it.”

You smiled against his chest, and his heart beat harder beneath your cheek. You both fit each other so perfectly well it almost frightened you.

You exhaled against his skin, letting yourself stay in that feeling—for just a second longer—until a sudden gasp caught in your throat.

Your eyes snapped open. “Shit—it’s morning,” you whispered, lifting your head quickly, your heartbeat kicking up. “Carmen. She’s probably already home.”

Joel blinked, still foggy with sleep and the softness of your embrace.

But before you could explain, the bedroom door creaked open with that telltale groan you’d been meaning to fix for months.

And there she was.

Carmen.

Standing in the doorway with a grocery bag in her hand, keys still dangling from her fingers. Her eyes widened for a second, taking in the sight of you tangled up in bed, sheets half-pulled around you, and the priest, half-dressed beside you.

You froze. Joel froze. Time froze.

Carmen’s lips parted slightly, as if she might say something.

But then—unexpectedly—she smiled. A little crooked, knowing smile. Not shocked. Not angry. Just amused at the scene in front of her.

She raised one eyebrow like she was about to tease you, then shook her head with a soft huff and stepped back, pulling the door closed behind her without a word.

You and Joel stared at the now-closed door for a moment, suspended in stunned silence.

“…Well,” Joel said finally, voice still raspy. “That went better than expected.”

You groaned and buried your face in your hands, cheeks burning. “I’m never going to hear the end of this.”

Joel chuckled, pulling you back against him. “Guess I should’ve remembered you live with her.”

You smacked his chest lightly, biting down a laugh. “She is already like a big sister to me”

“Oh,” Joel said, and you could feel his grin against your temple. “Then yeah. Definitely never hearing the end of it.”

You sighed, but couldn’t help smiling too. Somehow, the moment didn’t feel ruined—it felt more real. Like the kind of messy, human life you’d both been aching for.

The house felt too quiet, considering the bomb that had just gone off in your bedroom. You pulled your sweater tighter around you, padding into the kitchen with Joel behind you. His hair was still a little messy, his jacket hanging off his frame in a way that made your heart flutter and your stomach drop all at once. Like it was all too much, too good, too fragile.

Carmen was already there, leaning against the counter with a steaming mug in her hand, one brow raised like she’d been waiting for a good punchline.

Joel cleared his throat. “I should get going.”

She didn’t even blink. Just took a slow sip of her coffee and turned to look at him. “You can have a cup of coffee before you go, Father.”

You let out the softest noise of protest and immediately squeezed your eyes shut, mortified. Joel glanced at you, then rubbed the back of his neck with that half-grin like he didn’t quite know whether to laugh or apologize.

“Thanks,” he said carefully. “That’s kind of you.”

Carmen smirked, pouring another mug without a word, like this was the most natural thing in the world. Like it wasn’t the priest from Sunday mass standing barefoot in her kitchen after spending the night with you.

She handed the cup to Joel with a wink. “Milk’s in the fridge, I bet you needed now.”

You groaned into your hands. “Carmen.”

“What? I’m being welcoming.”

Joel chuckled under his breath, the sound low and warm as he took the coffee. “Appreciate the hospitality.”

Carmen gave you a look over the rim of her mug—teasing but not unkind. There was curiosity in her gaze, sure, but no judgment. Just a question she hadn’t decided whether or not to ask yet.

You glanced at Joel, then back at her. “I was going to tell you…”

“Oh, I’m not mad,” she said, shrugging. “I’m just wondering how long I have to keep calling him Father now that he’s defiled my couch pillows.”

Joel choked on his coffee and you dropped your face to the counter.

“Okay,” you mumbled, “I’m moving out.”

Joel leaned beside you, shoulder brushing yours, eyes sparkling with barely contained laughter. “This is... honestly not the worst reaction I’ve gotten from someone.”

Carmen hummed. “You must be real fun at reunions.”

Joel just sipped his coffee and looked at you over the rim. “Worth it.”

You didn’t know how long you sat there, head in your hands, feeling the heat radiate off your cheeks while Joel calmly drank his coffee like it wasn’t the most awkward morning you have had in this town.

Eventually, you peeked up at him, and he gave you a little smirk. The kind that said yeah, this is a mess, but I’m here for it anyway. You didn’t know whether to kiss him again or throw a dish towel at his face. Maybe both.

Carmen was the one who broke the silence, of course.

“So…” she began, drawing the word out like it was the opening line of a soap opera. “You two wanna tell me how long this has been going on? Or do I get to play detective?”

You exhaled, finally lifting your head. “It wasn’t supposed to go anywhere. It just—”

“—happened,” Joel finished gently, voice low. “But it wasn’t a mistake.”

Carmen’s expression softened for a second. “Didn’t think it was. You look... happy.”

You and Joel glanced at each other. There was something so fragile about that look—like both of you were still testing the weight of this thing you were building, wondering if it would collapse beneath you.

He reached out and brushed his knuckles against your hand where it rested on the counter. “I am,” he said simply.

Carmen let out a little sigh and stood, brushing her hands off. “Alright. I’ll keep quiet. But if you’re gonna keep sneaking him in here, at least give me a heads-up so I don’t walk in and get a free sermon with a side of bare ass.”

You groaned again. Joel just laughed.

She winked at you and grabbed her purse. “I’m going out. You two… talk. Figure your stuff out.”

And with that, she was gone, leaving behind a thick silence and the scent of her perfume.

Joel finished the last sip of his coffee, then turned to you. “She took that well.”

You gave him a weak smile, still half-hiding your face. “She doesn’t judge people. That makes her a good person.”

Joel stepped closer, setting his mug down and taking your hand in both of his. His thumb brushed your knuckles, slow and steady.

“You don’t have to be afraid,” he said. “Not of me. Not of this.”

You met his eyes, heart thudding hard in your chest. “There’s still things I haven’t told you.”

“I know,” he said, and squeezed your hand. “And when you’re ready—I’ll listen.”

Joel’s eyes flicked to the clock on the wall, and you saw the shift in his fase, the return of responsibility, of the outside world creeping back in.

He sighed, reluctant, brushing his thumb across your hand one more time. “I should go,” he said softly.

You nodded, even though you hated the idea of him walking out that door. Of being left alone with the thoughts clawing at the back of your mind. With the truths you hadn’t found the courage to say yet.

“Church stuff?” you asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yeah,” he muttered, glancing down as he pulled his hand from yours. “There’s always something.”

You followed him to the door anyway, arms crossed over your chest like a poor defense against the distance that would stretch between you once he was gone. His hand lingered on the doorknob. He didn’t look ready to leave either.

You stood there, watching him, with hope and fear. You hadn’t realized how much you needed to hear the answer to one more question, once again. The weight of it pressed against your chest, making it hard to breathe, but you asked anyway, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

“Do you regret it?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper in the same tone as when you woke up.

Joel’s hand was still on the doorknob, but it stilled at your words. His shoulders tensed for just a moment, before he turned back to face you, his gaze searching yours as though he could read the fear in your eyes.

“No,” he said, his voice low but firm. There was no hesitation, no pause as if he had already thought about it far too many times to feel anything but certainty. “I don’t regret it.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, relief washing over you, but it was short-lived. You still felt the weight of your own truth hanging heavily in the air, waiting to be revealed. Would he still feel the same once he knew everything?

Joel stepped closer, his hand returning to the space between you both, reaching for you gently. His fingers brushed over your cheek, his touch light but reassuring. “You don’t have to keep wondering,” he murmured, his voice a balm to the storm swirling in your chest. “I’m not going anywhere. And I don’t regret a thing. Not even a second.”

You looked up at him, your heart swelling at his words, but the doubts remained. His promise was comforting, but still, you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was so much more to uncover, more that needed to be said.

With a small, unsteady breath, you finally said, “I just… I don’t want to lose you.”

Joel smiled softly, his thumb brushing across your cheek as if to reassure you. “You won’t,” he whispered.

Joel's thumb continued its gentle path along your cheek, his touch tender, as if he could soothe all the lingering doubts inside you. The space between you closed, and before you could fully process it, his lips were on yours.

The kiss was soft, slow, and full of the kind of emotion that could speak volumes without a single word. It was a promise, a silent vow that whatever had passed between you both, whatever uncertainties remained, didn't have to be faced alone. It was the kind of kiss that said, "I’m here. And I’m not leaving." Your hands found their way to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your fingertips. It seemed to be your new favorite sound feeling.

When the kiss finally broke, you were breathless, your chest rising and falling as you tried to collect yourself. Joel’s forehead rested against yours, his eyes closing for a moment as he steadied his own.

“Okay, I gotta go now.” He whispered against your lips.

You nodded, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips, though your heart felt heavy with the weight of his departure. "I know," you whispered, your voice softer than usual.

Joel lingered for a moment, his eyes scanning your face as though memorizing the way you looked, storing it in his mind before he had to walk out the door. The air between you was thick with unsaid things, but there was comfort in the way he watched you—like he was still holding onto you, even if just for a few more seconds.

"Take care of yourself," he said, his voice low, sincere. "I'll see you soon."

You nodded again, not trusting yourself to speak.

……………………………………………

Days slipped by, weaving a quiet, delicate rhythm between you and Joel. The stolen moments became your lifeline, each fleeting kiss shared in secret corners, behind closed doors, or when the world was quiet enough for you to be just you and him. There was a comfort in these stolen moments, but also a weight, a secret burden you carried together.

As the final hymn echoed through the church, you found yourself standing beside Joel at the altar, your fingers just brushing the cool surface of the wood as the last of the congregation began to filter out. The air was thick with the scent of incense, the hushed murmurs of the departing parishioners blending with the fading music.

Joel’s hand rested gently on your waist, a comforting weight that grounded you, but even in this moment of intimacy, you could feel the weight of the space around you, the heavy gaze of the women in the pews, their eyes lingering as they whispered in low voices. You didn’t need to hear their words to understand the judgment behind them.

You could feel their eyes on you, each glance a silent accusation. As if they knew. As if they understood the things you were still trying to bury deep inside. There was nothing that could make the judgment disappear.

You stole a glance at Joel, his hand still resting on your waist, his touch a silent promise. He didn’t seem to notice the looks, lost in the rhythm of the post-service bustle, his smile soft, his energy at peace. It made your heart ache to think of how unaware he was of the scrutiny surrounding you. He wasn’t burdened by the same weight. For him, this was his world—his sanctuary. For you, it was both a refuge and a place of constant tension, a place where the world could watch and judge without saying a word.

The women were still looking, whispering, exchanging glances with each other, perhaps noting how close you and Joel stood, how your bodies seemed to fit together naturally. You fought the urge to shrink away, to disappear into the shadows, but you couldn’t. Not with Joel so close, not when his warmth was the only thing that felt real in the midst of it all.

Joel turned slightly, his gaze falling on you, and you couldn’t hide the hesitation in your eyes, the way you shrunk just a little under the weight of those stares. He seemed to sense it instantly. His hand tightened on your waist, though still gentle, his thumb brushing in slow circles against your side.

“Don’t worry about them,” he murmured low enough for only you to hear, his voice soothing. "They don’t know what we have."

You swallowed, trying to steady yourself. "But they’re watching, Joel. They’re judging. You’re a priest… and I’m not—" The words caught in your throat before you could finish the sentence, before you could say what you really felt: I’m not what you need.

Joel’s hand slowly slid off your waist, and the absence of his touch sent a chill through you, though it was gentle, not harsh. His gaze softened, a mixture of understanding and sadness flickering in his eyes. For a brief moment, the weight of his silence felt heavier than any judgment from the others.

He looked over at the women in the pews, their glances still lingering on both of you. The air felt thick, charged with unspoken thoughts. Joel’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t show anger—only a quiet sadness, like he could feel the same sting in your chest, the weight of being watched, of feeling wrong for something so right.

“They don’t get to decide,” Joel said, his voice firm this time, though the tension was still there. “What’s between us... It’s not for them to understand.”

“Can you stay and help me with some things in there?” he asked, his voice directed toward the room at large, but his eyes locked onto yours, waiting for your response.

The women in the pews, still lingering with their quiet judgment, seemed to hold their breath for a moment, exchanging subtle glances, but Joel’s calm demeanor didn’t waver. He wasn’t backing down, not from them, not from this.

You hesitated for a second, unsure whether to take the out he was offering. The idea of being alone with him, in the quiet sanctuary of the church, sounded almost like a relief—a break from the scrutiny. But part of you still felt that nagging pull to stay here, to deal with the stares, to show you weren’t afraid of their whispers.

Joel seemed to sense your uncertainty. “It’s just some organizing. Nothing too serious,” he added, his voice softening as if trying to make it sound more casual. “We can talk more. Just... away from here.”

You swallowed, feeling the weight of the moment press on you. With a quiet nod, you stepped a little closer to him, the space between you finally feeling like it might be crossed. The church, with all its weight and presence, had felt like a cage, but here, next to Joel, it felt a little less suffocating.

“I’ll help,” you murmured, your voice barely a whisper, but it was enough.

Joel smiled softly, his hand finding yours once more, and in that moment, the judgment, the whispers—they didn’t seem to matter as much. He had offered you a way out, a space where you could just be you.

The women in the pews remained still, but Joel didn’t wait for any further reactions. He led you toward the back, his hand warm around yours, and the tension seemed to dissipate with every step you took away from the staring eyes.

You followed Joel to the back of the church, feeling the stillness settle between you as you stepped further away from the prying eyes. The door clicked softly as it shut behind you, sealing out the whispers and judgment. The moment you were inside, the air shifted—it felt like a brief sanctuary within the sanctuary, a space where it was just the two of you.

“What do you need help with?” you asked, voice steady, even though your heart was still beating hard, a nervous excitement running through you. You weren’t sure what exactly had drawn you in, whether it was the promise of being alone with him or the need to escape the weight of everything that was outside this room.

But before Joel could respond, before the words even had a chance to form in his throat, he stepped closer, closing the space between you. His eyes were dark with something you couldn’t quite name, something deeper than the usual tenderness.

Without saying a word, he reached for you, his hands gentle but insistent, and before you could blink, his lips were on yours.

The kiss was urgent, but not frantic. It was a kiss that seemed to speak volumes, a quiet promise and a raw longing all in one. His lips were warm, familiar, like home. You leaned into him, responding instinctively, your hands finding their way to his chest, then his shoulders, drawing him closer as if you could melt into him.

When he finally pulled away, his breath ragged, he looked at you with a look you couldn’t quite read. It was the kind of look that made your heart stutter, like he was balancing on the edge of something dangerous, something beautiful.

“I needed that,” he whispered, his voice low and rough. “Needed to remind myself... that it’s real. What’s between us.”

You pressed your forehead to his, your breath still shaky. “I know,” you murmured. “I needed it too.”

Joel closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath as if trying to center himself, then slowly pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. His lips brushed against yours once more, soft and gentle, like a fleeting promise. The kiss was brief but filled with an undeniable warmth, a reassurance that neither of you had spoken, but both could feel.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his hand gently cupping your cheek. “I don’t want to complicate things... but damn,” he murmured, voice still thick with emotion, “I don’t think I can stay away from you. Not now.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, the gravity of the moment pulling you in even deeper. You wanted to say something, anything, but for a few moments, all that filled your mind was the soft press of his lips against yours, the way the world outside didn’t matter when he was this close.

“I don’t want you to stay away,” you whispered, your fingers brushing against the fabric of his shirt, still feeling the warmth of his skin beneath it. “But we can’t keep doing this... hiding.”

Joel sighed, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. “I know,” he said quietly. “I know we can’t. Just let me figure out some things out first.”

You nodded.

The music thrummed through the club, the beats pulsing in time with your movements as you danced on stage. The crowd was alive, the lights flashing in rhythm with the energy of the night. You had felt good these past few days, something you hadn’t realized you had been missing until Joel came into your life. His presence had soothed something inside you, made you feel lighter even amidst the chaos.

As you danced, your gaze swept over the room, past the crowd of familiar faces, until your eyes landed on a man sitting alone at a table in the far corner. Something about him felt... off. You didn’t recognize him, and yet there was something strangely familiar about the way he was watching you. His eyes locked onto yours instantly, and your breath caught in your throat.

You felt a chill race down your spine as recognition clicked in your mind. The man wasn’t a stranger after all. You knew him. The familiar weight of his stare was enough to send a jolt of unease through your body. His presence stirred memories you had long since buried, and a lump formed in your throat.

He stood immediately, his movements smooth, calculated. His eyes never left yours, as though he had been waiting for this moment, for you to notice him. The rest of the world around you seemed to blur, the music almost drowned out by the rapid beat of your heart.

Your body froze for a moment, instinctively trying to push the old memories back into the recesses of your mind where they belonged. But they refused to stay hidden. You remembered the way he used to look at you, the feeling of his gaze lingering on you like a weight. And now, here he was, standing in front of you, no more than a few steps away.

You kept dancing, forcing yourself to maintain the rhythm, but your movements felt mechanical, disconnected from the energy you’d felt just moments ago. You couldn’t stop looking at him, even though every part of you screamed to look away.

The man stepped forward, his pace slow, deliberate, as if he wanted you to know he was in control, that he had your attention. You couldn’t read the expression on his face. There was no warmth, no familiarity in his eyes, only something colder, something that made you want to retreat.

But you didn’t. You couldn’t. Not yet. The mask you’d carefully crafted in this life, the strength you’d built up, told you to stand tall.

As his presence loomed closer, your breath caught again. You didn’t want to acknowledge what had been stirred inside you, but it was too late. He was here. And there was no escaping the truth now—he knew you, and you knew him. But you weren’t ready to let anyone else know that yet.

You stepped down from the stage, heart pounding in your throat, legs moving before your mind could catch up. The lights faded behind you, the music a dull throb compared to the noise in your head. You pushed past the curtain, your breath ragged, chest tight like something heavy had just landed on it and wouldn’t let go.

“Hey, hey!” Billy’s voice caught you just as your hands met the wall behind the stage, steadying yourself. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

He reached for your arm, stopping you before you could disappear into the dressing room. His eyes searched yours, concern etched across his face, his brow furrowed deep. “You looked like you saw a ghost out there.”

You couldn’t speak. Your mouth opened, but the words got stuck somewhere between your ribs and your throat. You looked at Billy, wide-eyed, like maybe he’d understand if you just stared hard enough.

He squeezed your arm gently. “Was it someone out there? A guy?” he asked, more quietly now.

You shook your head rapidly. Billy’s jaw tensed, clearly not buying it, but he didn’t push. Not yet.

“You sure?” he asked, softer this time, like maybe if he lowered his voice, you’d give him something—anything.

You nodded, eyes darting toward the curtain again. “Yeah,” you lied, forcing a shaky breath. “Just… got dizzy. Lights were too much tonight.”

He let out a small breath, half a sigh, half a frustrated grunt. “You’ve done a hundred nights like this. You’ve never looked like that before.”

“I know,” you whispered, avoiding his eyes now. “It’s nothing. I just need a minute.”

Billy looked like he wanted to say more—like he was piecing something together but couldn’t quite make it click. His hand hovered for a moment, then dropped to his side.

“Alright,” he said finally, voice tight. “Please don’t tell me the priest got your pregnant or something”

You stared at him, the breath catching hard in your lungs.

“What?” you said, barely above a whisper, like maybe if you asked it soft enough it would disappear, like maybe you hadn’t heard him right.

Billy just shrugged, like it was nothing, like he hadn’t just tossed a grenade into the space between you.

“I mean,” he went on, tone casual but the edge in his voice unmistakable, “you’ve been different. Glowing. Hiding. Jumping like that? Either someone’s following you… or something’s growing inside you.”

Your heart pounded so hard you could feel it behind your eyes. You tried to laugh it off, but it came out wrong—too thin, too sharp.

“You’re insane,” you said, shaking your head, turning toward the dressing room again.

“I’m not wrong, though,” he called after you, softer this time. “Am I?”

“No, you’re wrong,” you snapped, turning back to face him, your voice sharper than you meant it to be.

Billy blinked, surprised at the fire in your tone—but you weren’t finished.

“And why the hell would Carmen tell you anything?” you asked, stepping toward him now, anger and panic bubbling up in equal measure. “She promised me she wouldn’t say a word.”

His brows furrowed. “Well, she saw it firsthand”

You cursed under your breath, realizing too late what you’d let slip. You’d been so careful, so quiet, and now it was unraveling faster than you could stop it.

Billy let out a slow, humorless breath, running a hand through his hair. “Look, I wasn’t trying to start something. I just—she is worried. Said you’ve been off, she mentioned you and the priest spent the night together so I put two and two together.”

You didn’t know what to say. Your hands trembled at your sides, the weight of the night suddenly too heavy to hold.

“I’m fine,” you said finally, flatly. “And whatever Carmen said, it wasn’t her place.”

Billy nodded slowly, eyes still locked on you like he was seeing something he couldn’t unsee. “Maybe not. But if something’s going on… you shouldn’t be dealing with it alone.”

You turned your back on him before he could say more, disappearing into the dressing room and locking the door behind you. You pressed your palms to the sink, breathing hard, eyes staring at your reflection under the buzz of fluorescent lights.

You weren’t glowing. You were unraveling.

Fearing the outcomes of the next events, he had found you.

“mierda,” (shit) you hissed under your breath, your voice trembling. “Mierda… mierda.”

The words slipped out in a harsh whisper, bitter against the cold tile and flickering light. Your hands clenched the edge of the sink so tightly your knuckles went white, the metal biting into your palms.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to will the pressure away, trying to quiet the spiraling thoughts, the image of him sitting in the audience.

“¿Qué mierda estoy haciendo?”(what the hell I am doing? you muttered, shaking your head, the panic twisting deeper in your gut. “Esto no puede estar pasando…” (This cannot be happening)

What you did it know was that everything was close to explode. That same man was walking towards the church right now.

The knock came sharp and heavy, echoing through the quiet church halls like a warning. Joel looked up from his desk, a furrow cutting across his brow. No one knocked like that unless they meant business. He stood, brushing his hands against his slacks, and made his way to the door with slow, deliberate steps.

When he opened it, he was met with the figure of a man standing tall and rigid against the dying light. He looked like he’d stepped out of a different world—combat boots, weathered clothes, and a scar slicing just above his brow. His jaw was tight, his posture trained and stiff, like someone who hadn’t stopped moving in a long time.

But what struck Joel most was the familiarity in his voice when he finally spoke.

“Someone told me you're the priest of this town,” the man said, accent thick, just like yours.

Joel narrowed his eyes, uneasy. “Who are you?”

The man paused for just a breath, eyes scanning Joel like he was assessing a threat. “I need help,” he said.

Joel stood a little straighter. “Help with what?”

The man looked past Joel, into the dim light of the chapel behind him, then back again. “I’m looking for someone.”

Joel’s chest tightened, the air suddenly colder in his lungs.

The man reached into the inside pocket of his worn jacket, fingers steady despite the weight of the moment. He pulled out a small, weathered photo—creased at the corners, the edges curled from time and touch. He held it out without a word.

Joel took it hesitantly.

And there you were.

Smiling. A soft, radiant smile he hadn't seen from you in real life, at least not like that. You looked younger, lighter, standing in sunlight with your head tilted just slightly, like whoever took the picture had said something that made you laugh.

Joel felt like the ground slipped out from under him.

His throat tightened as he looked back up at the man, who was watching him closely, like he was reading every flicker of change across Joel’s face.

“This woman,” the man said, his voice colder now, more deliberate, “is my fiancée.”

Joel’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t speak.

“She disappeared a while back,” the man continued. “People told me they saw someone who looked like her here. Said she was working at a club.”

Joel’s fingers folded around the photo, not giving it back. His heart was racing, his mind trying to catch up with what this meant—what you had left behind. What you hadn’t told him.

He stepped back a little, voice low. “And what are you planning to do… if you find her?”

The man didn’t blink. “Bring her home.” He paused, and for the first time, something raw crept into his voice. “She ran. But she’s still mine.”

Joel’s heart cracked wide open in the silence that followed.

Your smile—that smile—burned into the back of his mind, now shared with a man who claimed you as his. Who spoke of you not like a person but a possession. She’s still mine.

Joel swallowed hard. The ache was almost unbearable, but his face didn’t flinch.

He handed the photo back without a word. “I don’t know her,” he said, steady but hoarse, like the lie scraped its way up from his chest and tore something loose on the way out.

The man studied him. “You sure?” he asked, eyes narrowing, voice sharper now. “You look like you do.”

Joel met his stare head-on, shoulders squared, holding himself with quiet steel. “A lotta faces pass through here. Can’t say I remember them all.”

The man didn’t move for a beat. Then, slowly, he tucked the photo back into his jacket and gave Joel a long, unreadable look. “If you see her,” he said, “tell her Gabriel’s looking for her.”

And just like that, he turned and walked away.

Joel stood there at the doorway long after he’d gone, the cold creeping into his bones. The weight of your smile still lingered on his hands; the truth heavy behind his ribs.

He didn’t know what to do so he walked to the only place he had met protection, the illusion of peace.

But tonight, the silence screamed.

He reached the altar and sank to his knees, the wood biting into him, but he welcomed the pain. He bowed his head, not in reverence, but in ruin.

Being tied to a faith he had burnt with the fire of his own sins hurt his skin. He could feel it crawling over him, pressing into his chest like a brand. It wasn’t the first time guilt had lived in his bones, but this was different. This was personal. This was you.

He felt awful.

Betrayed.

And drowned in his thoughts.

He couldn’t breathe. The air in the church felt thick, wrong, like it knew. Like God himself was watching.

Were you really the woman he had come to love, or were you nothing more than a figment of his worst intentions? A fantasy dressed in soft laughter and whispered confessions?

He had claimed you, he had loved you that night, he had held you in his arms while you slept, singing soothing lullabies to you.

He had allowed his already bruised heart to be loved by you.

You.

You, the one who looked like the sun.

You, the one who kissed all his scars.

You, with your angelic smile.

you.

you.

you.

"The one."

The one who, in one mere second, had shattered his broken heart into tiny, merciless pieces.

Pieces that now dug into his palms, bloody and trembling, as he clasped his hands together in front of the altar.

A man of faith, praying.

God, forgive me, his lips moved silently, over and over.

Forgive me for loving her. Forgive me for not knowing who she was. Forgive me… for still wanting her.

Tears stung the corners of his eyes, but he didn’t let them fall.

Because he wasn’t sure if he was mourning the truth…

…or mourning the lie he wished you weren’t.

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[year-of-the-echidna]

What is the Year of the Echidna event?

2024 was Knuckles’ 30th anniversary, but a certain hedgehog overshadowed him.  We say: no fair!  It’s time to give Knuckles his due diligence.  2025 is going to be the Year of The Echidna!

For the next 51 weeks of this year, we will be posting a weekly prompt to inspire artists of all kinds to draw our favorite echidna.

Every Wednesday we will release a new prompt.  Creators will have the rest of the week to post their fanart, fanfic, etc. To have your piece featured on the event page, just tag @year-of-the-echidna.

Starting January 8th, 2025 with 51 prompts total, the event will go the entire year!

Prompt List Transcript

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FAQ

What can I post?

The event is open to art of all types including fanart, fanfiction, playlists etc.  Whatever your creative endeavor, all are welcome!

Can I post about other Sonic characters?

Other characters can be included but Knuckles should be the main focus.  This year is all about him!

Can I post nsfw?

You are welcome to create whatever the prompt inspires, but in accordance with tumblr’s TOS we will be unable to reblog anything that wouldn’t be allowed in a PG13 movie.  We encourage all creators to tag their posts appropriately!

Do I have to follow the prompts?

No!  The prompts are guidelines.  Follow your heart!

What if I finish a prompt early/late?

While we prefer you post within each prompt’s timeframe, early and late submissions will still be reblogged until the end of the first week of January 2026.

Which version(s) of Knuckles are welcome?

We welcome all versions of Knuckles, whether they be canon, fanon, or alternate universe versions!

Can I draw my OCs?

Yes! As long as Knuckles is the central character, OCs are welcome.

What about ships?

We have no shipping restrictions. Be mindful to tag things and remember that we will only reblog content that could be rated PG13 or lower.

Can I use AI?

We will not reblog AI artwork or fanfiction.

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That's it! Any questions, don't hesitate to ask, and our mods @guardian-of-da-gay, @mama-qwerty, @aphantimes, and @nights-nonsensical-ramblings will be happy to help!

Now, get creating!