#sorry i just think. if they lived closer.

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BE MY GUEST

No outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: working as a hotel housekeeper, you meet a handsome guest under quite unexpected circumstances. An awkward conversation leads to a friendly relationship that grows into something none of you expects.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, lots of fluff, a bit of angst, age gap (the size is up to you, Joel is in his late 30s-early 40s, reader is younger), Sarah is alive (7 y.o), pining, strangers to friends to lovers, soft Joel, insecure reader, accidental flashing, praise kink, f!oral, unprotected piv, creampie, m/f masturbation, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, aftercare, phone/video sex, pet names, swearing. Joel can lift reader. Reader wears a uniform dress.

Word count: 12k

A/n: I’m finally posting this story and I’m sooo excited. It took me a lot of time, I love these two very much and I hope you all will like them, too. It’s written for @yxtkiwiyxt ‘s Never Have I Ever Challenge. My prompt was ’never have i ever booked a hotel room just to go have sex‘. Thank you for the fun event, Kiwi!💞 Kisses to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing and supporting me through the journey aka writing this fic lol ILY❤️ Dividers by @/saradika-graphics

MASTERLIST

“Housekeeping!” you announced yourself loudly when you came up to room 605. Following the protocol, you’d knocked three times before that, waited for two minutes and the silence was your invitation to enter. You rolled your housekeeping cart closer to the door and opened it with your master key.

When you walked through a short hall and into the living area, you expected to find anything. Having worked as a hotel housekeeper for only a year, you’d already seen your fair share of messy beds, spilled drinks, broken furniture, completely trashed rooms, so nothing could surprise you.

Nothing except for a man lying naked in bed with his cock out. Even a glance was enough to realize that he was busy stroking himself, a mobile phone in hand.

Everything happened lightning fast— you gasped, hands clasped over your mouth — the man cursed and hastily covered himself with a sheet — you squeaked a timid ’sorry’ and ran out of the room.

A string of curses was leaving your mouth as you were hurrying away from room 605, pushing the heavy cart in front of you.

***

Minutes later you were in the staff locker room, panting, sweaty palms pressed to your chest, your heart racing.

‘Why?’ You were asking yourself, ’why didn’t he hear you announce yourself and knock?’‘ First, you thought that he wanted you to see him— during your time working in the hotel you’d met a few creeps, but that man seemed genuinely shocked, when you appeared in his room, and embarrassed when your eyes landed on his exposed member.

He must have been wearing headphones. Probably. Hopefully. For some reason you didn’t want him to be a perv. He was too handsome, too hot. And his cock was… ahhh it was amazing— long and thick, fat tip angry red and glistening in the bright light of the sun. He must have been close to coming.

Your eyes were still widened, hands shaking, but your lips curved into a little smile, thinking about him, a heat rising in your belly. You started bringing any detail you could to mind - his dark disheveled hair - he’d probably just woken up, his naked chest, broad and strong, a happy trail on his tummy, the big hand, wrapped around his —

”Hey, babe!”

You jumped, scared to death, your heart, that was slowing down after the incident, was pounding again.

“Hi, Max,” you breathed out, greeting your colleague and friend who’d just entered the room. She was your age, funny, kind and extremely nosy.

You turned to the lockers, away from her, embarrassed by the tingling between your legs, but also worried that she’d notice your flustered face.

”What’s wrong?”

Fuck!

“Nothing,” you lied, trying to calm down. Silence filled the room. When you glanced back at Max, she was staring at you, her eyes narrowed. Obviously, she wasn’t buying it.

“Ok. I’ll tell you,” you sighed, reluctant to talk about it at first, but Max was always reliable and loyal so you thought ‘why the hell not’ and started talking, “Something happened.”

“Yeah?” She immediately lit up, anticipating something juicy.

“I was working on the 6th floor and I entered this room and — shit— I saw a man, you know, naked and —“

Max opened her mouth exaggeratingly wide and was waiting for you to go on.

“That man — he was ehm— watching something on his phone and —you know?”

You were trying to find the right words, but Max was not the one to beat around the bush.

“Jacking off?!”

“Shhh, Max!” you hissed, raising your hands, begging her to speak quieter with your pleading eyes. “What if Ms Hewitt hears?!”

“Ms Hewitt hears what?”

You wanted to drop dead at that moment. Your heart plummeted into your stomach when the housekeeping supervisor, a tall blond middle aged woman, appeared behind you.

“Ehm, nothing,” you replied with a fake smile.

Ms Hewitt looked you up and down as she always did, checking if everything was perfect in her staff’s attire, then her eyes focused on your face. Her piercing gaze was enough for you to crumble, especially when she said,

“Doesn’t sound like ‘nothing’.”

You had never been a good liar so you took a deep breath and decided to come clean. You were sure that you’d done nothing wrong but anxiety was still churning your stomach.

You cleared your throat and started talking a mile a minute as if it would make it sound less bad.

“I was on the 6th, was about to clean the 605, and I knocked three times, waited for two minutes. No one answered so I opened the door. I announced myself! I did everything by the book, I swear, but somehow the guest didn’t hear me and he was naked in bed and… and…”

Max’s high pitched ‘jacking off’ almost flew out of your mouth but you shut it just in time.

Miss Hewitt's poker face didn’t reveal anything for a few long seconds until she pushed,

”And?”

You shifted on your feet nervously, cleared your throat and exhaled,

“He was pleasuring himself.”

Max burst into giggles, you flinched and quickly made big eyes at her. She clamped her palm over her mouth and shook her head, apologising with her eyes.

Ms Hewitt was less entertained by your story. She kept looking at you with the same expression and you felt like time had stopped.

“Ms Harmon, don’t you have the 3rd floor today?“ the woman asked Max sternly.

Your friend mumbled a disappointed ‘yes, ma’am’ and dragged herself out of the room.

When you two were left alone, Ms Hewitt’s face softened, and she asked you with her voice lowered. “Was he inappropriate with you, honey?”

“Oh, no-no-no! No!” you hurried to assure her, “he was embarrassed— said sorry. I apologised too and ran out. It was just an accident. Maybe he was wearing headphones or something,” you added fumbling with your fingers. “I’m sure he didn’t want it to happen.”

The supervisor was slowly nodding, listening to you.

For a few moments she was standing there in thought until she spoke.

“I suppose you should talk to him and apologise.”

Your jaw hit the floor.

“What? Talk to him? Why? I did nothing wrong!”

“Yes, probably, but if he feels like you did, he might go to the manager and tell him that you committed an invasion of privacy. And what does Mr Stewart always say? ‘A guest is always right.’ You’d be fired in a second.”

You shook your head.

“I don’t think he’ll complain.”

“Why?” Ms Hewitt’s brows shot up. “Has seeing his penis given you an understanding of his whole personality? We don’t know that person. I don’t want you to lose your job over an accident. If you want I’ll go with you.”

Now you were completely terrified.

“Oh no, no, it’ll be even more awkward.”

“Ok, but tell me how it goes,” the woman said on her way to the door, then stopped and added. “Do it today.”

When she left, you plopped on the bench and stared at your palms. How could you talk to him? After what you’d seen. After what you’d felt. You hoped that he was the man you thought him to be and prayed he wouldn’t make it hard for you. Hard, you murmured and hid your smiling face behind your hands.

You knocked on Joel Miller’s hotel door a few hours later, making sure that the sound was loud enough. Your throat dried up and you cursed under your breath, praying that you wouldn’t have to talk for too long.

To prepare for the conversation l, you had asked for the guest’s name at the reception and learnt that he had booked the room for a week.

Mr Miller opened the door fully clothed this time. He was wearing a white tee and a pair of grey sweatpants. You noticed that he swallowed loudly when he saw you and his expression showed

that he definitely recognised you.

“Mr Miller, can we talk? It’ll take a few minutes.”

“Oh, of course, come in.” He gave you a little smile and stepped aside, letting you enter. You walked into the room and he followed you.

He stopped a few steps away, giving you enough personal space, and you were grateful— it was easier to talk that way.

You dropped your eyes to the floor at his bare feet and said the speech you’d rehearsed a hundred times by now.

”I’d like to apologise for what happened earlier. I assure you, it won’t happen again. I’ll knock harder and announce myself louder next time.”

“Oh no, no, it was my fault,” he said hurriedly and you looked up at the man. He was rubbing the back of his neck, his cheeks blushed. It seemed that he was embarrassed just like you and it made you feel better.

“I had an earbud in my right ear,” Mr Miller began explaining. “Noise cancelling.. damnit,” he mumbled under his breath. ”And my left ear is really bad…a work accident. That’s why I didn’t hear you.”

You were glad that your theory turned out to be right and sighed with relief.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. It must’ve been horrible to see…damn, I’m so sorry.”

“No, it’s ok.”

That ‘sweetheart’ made you tingle all over and you smiled to yourself, thinking that it wasn’t a horrible sight at all.

“It was an accident. I’m glad that you’re not angry at me, sir.”

“Angry? Of course, not. I’m embarrassed and very sorry for what you had to see and — wait, please.”

Mr Miller walked to the nightstand and bent over to grab something. Your eyes immediately slid from his broad muscular back, straining his tee, to his ass, looking absolutely sinful in those sweatpants. His body made you feel hot all over again. You quickly snapped your eyes back to his face when he turned to you.

"Oh no, Mr Miller, you don't have to—.”

You shook your head, having noticed a wallet in his hands.

"I insist.”

He walked up to you and pulled a few bills out. He stopped in front of you, leaned closer, took your hand and placed the cash into your palm.

"I'm really sorry."

You felt the warmth of his skin against yours, his smile was warm and timid, and it was a fleeting moment, but the time seemed to feeeze for you. You drowned in his honey eyes, his gruff voice reached the deepest parts of you and a scorching fire licked at your core. Your chest swelled with a feeling so overwhelming and strong that it almost knocked you off your feet.

Trying to hide the tornado inside you, you lowered your eyes and glanced at his hand, so big in comparison to yours. Suddenly, an image of Mr Miller's palm wrapped around his cock flashed in your mind. Your breath hitched, you pulled your hand away, squeaked "Thank you, sir” and rushed to the door on shaky legs.

“No, thank you for your work. And call me Joel. Please. If it’s ok with you,” he added, following you.

”Yes, of course, Mr M—- Joel.”

He smiled widely, when you called him that, and trying not to scream at how handsome he was, you opened the door.

“Oh,” you stopped and turned to him again. “I’ll ask them not to assign me to this floor anymore. So you don’t feel uncomfortable.”

“Hey, no, please.” Joel raised his hands and shook his head. “I don’t mind seeing you again. I— I’d love to, actually. And I promise to be clothed next time we meet.”

You laughed with him gleefully and said ‘goodbye’. Walking through the hallway with a giddy smile on your face, you thought that you’d love to see him again, too. Clothed or not.

You told Ms Hewitt about your conversation with Mr Miller and she seemed satisfied with the way you handled the situation.

All day you couldn’t stop thinking about Joel — he had been so charming, so apologetic and kind to you, that the awkwardness of the morning incident faded out of your heart, and all that remained was a bright, exciting feeling of meeting someone wonderful, someone you wished to get to know better.

Yet not only your heart and mind were occupied by your accidental acquaintance. You felt tingling between your legs every time you remembered Joel’s body, a scorching fire igniting your core.

***

When you came home in the evening and went to take a shower to wash the tiring day off, you found yourself fantasising about the guest in room 605. In your mind the rivulets of water turned into Joel’s strong arms, snaking around your body. You closed your eyes and imagined him standing behind you, naked and gorgeous, just like you’d seen him in the morning. The vision was bright and vivid behind your eyelids, and a needy moan escaped your parted lips.

You could finally quench your thirst. Your hand slid from your neck to your chest, down to your belly and when it reached your mound, you gently massaged your wet folds, envisioning that it was Joel touching you, his fingers were tracing your seam and then pushing inside. In your mind his pads began rubbing your hardened clit, he was the one twitching and pulling your pebbled nipples, and your needy whimpers and moans reverberated in the small bathroom. Joel praised you for your lustful serenade, whispering into your ear,

“Yes, sweetheart, need you to be loud for me. Show me how much you’re enjoying it.”

You were imagining his hard cock push and slide between your thighs, slippery and hot, hotter than the water running down your body.

“Ahhh, Joel,” you whined, as an upcoming climax was licking at your body. Edged by your memories of Joel during the day, it was craving a release. You heard Joel’s gruff ‘sweetheart’ in your ears and came hard, shaking on your trembling legs, holding onto the cold tile wall, trying not to collapse.

Before going to bed you thought of the handsome guest again, wishing to see him in your dreams, to talk to him, to touch him, but your mind didn’t give you that chance, and you fell into a dreamless sleep.

Without any effort on your part, you began seeing Joel often. When you two ran into each other in the hallway, he always gave you a warm smile and your heart skipped a beat every time you heard his ‘Mornin’, sweetheart.”

You were good at your job, but when you worked in Joel’s room, you tried to do everything perfectly. You wanted to make his stay as pleasant as possible and dreamed that he would think fondly of you. Every day you left him more shampoo and conditioner bottles than one man could need in a week and put a little flower on top of his fresh towels.

He seemingly felt your care because every day he would leave you a tip. It was nice but you never needed any money from him - the fact that he thought about you was enough.

You had never snooped around guests’ belongings, it was going against your principles, as well as a big no-no in any hotel, but whenever Joel left anything in the open - on the nightstand or on the desk, you meticulously studied ‘the thing’, not touching it but simply looking, eager to get any information about the man.

Once on his desk you saw a flyer that said ‘Small Business Contracting Expo’. He must be a contractor, you thought. You sighed dreamily, standing in the middle of his room with a turned on vacuum in hand. You found his job incredibly sexy.

But not all the discoveries were pleasant. One day you noticed something that upset you. It was a photo, lying on the nightstand - a Polaroid of him with a 6 or 7 year old girl. She was very pretty and had a beautiful smile. His smile.

‘He has a daughter. He’s married,’ you thought and your heart dropped. Of course. How could such a handsome and sweet man be single? That moment you shared… He was just friendly and your head was full of stupid fantasies.

All the rules and regulations forgotten, you plopped on his bed and tears flowed down your cheeks as you were staring at the photo of the happy family man.

The next day you were in the hallway, rummaging your cart for the right cleaning detergent, when you saw Joel exiting his room. He was wearing a leather jacket and a pair of dark blue jeans. At first, your eyes feasted on the sight of his strong back, straining the shiny leather, and you bit your lip, admiring his broad frame, but then you remembered the photo you’d seen on his nightstand - happy Joel with his little daughter. You hastily averted your eyes from the guest — you’d never be a homewrecker.

Not that you had any plans to win his heart but in your mind Joel had been single and it was fine to daydream about him, yet after seeing the Polaroid, your dreams had been crushed by reality like a glass butterfly by a hammer.

Avoiding Joel, you quickly crouched behind your cart, hoping he wouldn’t see you and his warm ‘sweetheart‘ wouldn’t cut your heart like a blade.

You were cleaning off a non-existent spot on your shoe when you heard a soft ’Hey there’ over your head.

“Are you hiding from me?” Joel chuckled as you sprung up on your feet, your heart racing in your chest.

“No,” you lied with a nervous giggle. “I was just looking for —ehm.” You shoved your hand into the cart and retreated the first thing you touched— a roll of toilet paper. “This. For the room.”

“Yeah, ok.” Joel was standing in front of you with his hands shoved in his jeans pocket, and his lopsided smile and a twinkle in his eye told you that he wasn’t buying it.

Then he raised his hands a little, palms towards you.

“I hope I don’t weird you out. You know? Because of… the way we met.”

Your breath hitched when he said that but you tried to keep your cool.

“No. I was really just looking for the paper.”

“Ok,” he mumbled, rubbing his scruffy beard. ”I’m heading out and I need help.”

“Yeah?” You were lost in beautiful eyes for a second and then your gaze slid down to his thick neck, his strong arms, covered by the leather. You locked eyes with him again - beautiful and deep they seemed to stare right into your soul, bringing you comfort and torment at the same time.

“What do you think?”

Fuck! You got completely mesmerized by Joel while he was talking and asked you for help. Help with what?! You had no damn idea.

“I’m sorry, could you say it again? I got lost in thought for a second.”

“Yeah, I see”, Joel smirked, a playful joy glinting in his irises, but kindly repeated himself.

“I need a gift for my daughter. I promised her a souvenir from the trip. Do you know any nice stores nearby? I don’t think she’d like a magnet from the hotel shop.”

“Yes, daughter,” you uttered, your face falling at the reminder of your discovery. Trying to hide sadness in your quiet voice, you asked,

“How old is she?”

“7.”

You thought for a few seconds and smiled when an idea came to you.

“There’s a store on the opposite side of the street. It’s next to a bank, you’ll see it right away. They sell these super cute handmade plushies. They’re adorable!”

Joel’s eyebrows shot up as he nodded.

“Yes! She loves plushies.”

“Oh, and they have all kinds of pretty stationery there too. Kids love that, right?” you asked with a little smile.

Joel took a step closer to you and put his warm palm over your hand, which was resting on the cart.

“Thank you so much, sweetheart. I’m sure I’ll be the world’s best dad when I get home.”

“I’m sure you already are,” you said quietly and dropped your head, your heart heavy.

“Are you ok?” You heard Joel’s lowered voice.

You looked up at him and lied.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

***

The next day you hoped not to see him at all. Your feelings were cruelly scratching at your chest, making your smile fake, your work day longer. Every minute felt like hours, and to make matters worse you started plucking at your own soul. You were single and lonely, saving up for college and dreaming of a career you probably would never achieve. Why would you want something if all you got at the end was disappointment?

Usually cleaning helped you to put your mind and heart at ease, to organize the thoughts swirling in your head like a bunch of stinging bees, but not that day. That day you wanted to dump all your hopes and dreams in one giant pile and set the useless trash on fire.

***

You decided to skip Joel’s room that day and was on your way to the neighbouring one when his head popped out of the door and he called for you.

”I thought I heard your cart. Sorry, can we talk, sweetheart?”

You smiled weakly at the pet name, and walked up to his room.

Joel motioned for you to step inside and you followed him. He was wearing a white Henley and jeans and you couldn’t help but ogle him. So stupid of you to think that a man like that was available. Especially for you.

Involuntarily you took a deep breath of his scent that was filling the room, piney and fresh with something so him. You felt at ease right away. He was almost a stranger and an emptiness inside was swallowing you bit by bit but his presence made you calm and relaxed.

“Look what I got for Sarah.”

Joel grabbed a toy sitting on his pillow - a cute fluffy bunny, wearing blue overalls, and brought it to you.

“I think she’ll like him.”

“I’m sure she will,” you assured him, petting the plushie, before giving it back to him. It was soft and pretty.

“And I bought her a bunch of pens and stickers and stuff. Thank you so much for your advice. Oh, and..”

Joel walked to the drawer and pulled something out.

“This one’s for you. A little thank you gift for your help.”

He was handing you a cute plushie cat, fluffy just like the bunny. “Had to hide it in case you’d come to my room.”

“You didn’t have to,” you said, accepting the present with a smile.

“I wanted to. Thought about you when I saw it.”

“Why?” you giggled.

“I don’t know. It’s beautiful and you’re—.” A slight blush appeared on Joel’s cheeks and he cleared his throat before adding, “Jus’ thought you might like it.”

“I love it.”

You didn’t lie. His gesture was so sweet that you had to take a deep breath, fighting an urge to cry.

“You’re a great father, Joel,” you said with a shaky voice, your eyes set on the toy, and then added,

“And I’m sure a wonderful husband.”

The words escaped your mouth before you could stop them. It seemed that the despair you’d been carrying in your soul made you bolder, more numb. It was easier to talk to him when all your feelings for the man lost a taste of sweet hope, leaving only bitterness.

“Thank you,” Joel uttered, placing the bunny back on the bed, ”but it’s just me and Sarah.”

Your eyes snapped back at him, and you stared at him in surprise. Your chest swelled with hope and joy. That man was single, but now it sounded almost impossible in your head. How could he be single?

Joel was completely oblivious to a whirlwind of thoughts inside your mind and kept talking,

“Well… there’s also my younger brother, Tommy. She’s staying with him now. Frankly, I’m not sure who’s looking after who,” he chuckled, shaking his head.

You laughed, maybe a little too loudly and too happily, but it was hard to keep your emotions contained.

“I'm sure they’ll be fine,” you assured him.

“Yeah. I call them every day and they haven’t burnt the house down yet — so — it’s great.”

You giggled and Joel seemed to notice your sudden mood uplift. His eyes narrowed as he asked,

“What about you? Husband, boyfriend?”

You bit your lower lip, hiding a smile that would be too revealing of your feelings - his interest flattered you greatly.

“No, none of those.”

Joel hummed and unlike you, didn’t hide his smile.

Your eyes connected and something electric appeared between you two. It started hard to breathe and the tingling warmth spread all over your body. Joel’s gaze slid from your eyes to your lips and you took a sharp breath, scared of the strength of your feelings. Panicking, you blurted out the first thing that came to your mind,

“Where are you from?”

As if having forgotten where he was, Joel looked around the hotel room and cleared his throat before replying,

“Austin, Texas.”

You felt flustered by the moment you two had shared, your legs felt like they were made of cotton.

Joel noticed you shifting on your feet and offered you to sit down. You chose to take a chair at his desk, as sitting next to him on the bed could be inappropriate.

“Are you on business here?” you asked, trying not to think about the last time you had seen him on that bed.

“That’s right, ma’am,” Joel bowed his head with a smile and the gesture made your heart flutter. “Tommy and I are starting our own company,” he continued. “Contracting. Very small for now. There's a big expo here this week so we thought it’d be useful to meet people, do some networkin’.” Joel pinched the bridge of his nose and gruffed, “if that’s what it’s called. I’m still learning all the business lingo.”

In spite of the visible self-doubt, Joel’s eyes were glinting with excitement when he was talking about their plans. Then he leaned forward, placed his elbows on the knees, and asked,

“What about you? Do you like working here?”

His soft baritone was caressing your ears and sending heat to your core. His piercing eyes set on you weren’t helping either so you took a deep breath to calm down and replied,

“Yeah, it’s fine. I’m saving up to go to a law school. Next year I hope.”

As you were sharing your plans with him, Joel was listening to you attentively, nodding and asking questions from time to time. It was easy to open up to him and the conversation flowed smoothly until you heard someone talk in the hallway and remembered that you were supposed to be working.

“Oh my God, Joel, I’m sorry I need to go.”

You got up, pressing the plushie cat close to your chest, and headed to the door.

“I hope you're not gonna get in trouble because of me,” Joel said, following you. “Some old man lured you into his room…”

You opened the door and walked to your cart, giggling, and then turned to him, smiling widely.

“You’re not old. And you can lure me anywhere anytime.”

Joel scratched his bearded chin, a mischievous smile dancing on his lips.

“Goodbye, Joel,” you purred, and feeling bold, gave him a playful wink.

“See you, sweetheart.”

You felt his eyes on your back and - hopefully - on your ass as you sauntered to another room as gracefully as you could, pushing your cart forward with the cutest plushie cat, sitting on top of it.

***

It was difficult for you to fall asleep that night. You were tossing and turning, hugging the kitty Joel had gifted you and thinking about his smile, his eyes, his hands, his body, his voice. You kept replaying your conversation over and over, your face aching after smiling so much. You were used to the constant tingling between your legs when Joel was on your mind and it wasn’t surprising - he was a handsome man, big and strong, but what stole your sleep that night was the feeling in your stomach. Something warm filled your belly, it was pushing up against your lungs, stealing your breaths away again and again. The sensation was so encapsulating, so pleasant and exciting that you had no doubt what it was. You fell in love with Joel. You fell in love with a guest.

***

The next day you were assigned to a different floor, but your head was full of Joel Miller. You were yawning because of the lack of sleep the previous night and yearning for the culprit of your insomnia. You wondered if he thought about you, too, if he liked you, if he wanted you. An idea to visit him popped into your head but you brushed it off, not wanting to impose and still feeling a little insecure. What if the spark you felt was one sided? What if it all was only in your head?

You were scheduled to work on the sixth floor the next day, so you were looking forward to seeing him soon.

That day everything went wrong. You overslept, probably because you managed to close your eyes only at 4 am, love-induced insomnia to blame again. On top of that, the traffic was horrible, so you missed the morning briefing.

Ms Hewitt looked at you sternly when you came to her office to get your assignments for the day but your genuine apologies and sorry puppy eyes softened her and she gave you all the info you needed.

“Oh, and it’s final cleaning for the 605.”

“What?!” Your heart plummeted into your stomach when you heard the number of the room. Joel’s room.

Trying but absolutely failing to hide your shock you squeaked,

“He—they‘re checking out today?”

“Yes,” Ms Hewitt's puzzled expression told you that the panic in your eyes was evident. She put her hand on your shoulder and asked,

“Are you ok, sweetheart?”

Sweetheart

Sweetheart

Sweetheart

The pet name was ringing in your ears but it sounded like Joel. A scary thought flashed in your mind, ‘Will I ever hear it again?‘

”What time is it?” You exclaimed.

Ms Hewitt’s brows shot up, before she glanced at her watch.

“Ehm. 10:45.”

“Oh god! I need to go— to clean!”

You excused yourself hurriedly and ran to the elevator.

***

A minute later you were at room 605, knocking loudly. No reply. You didn’t stop, remembering Joel’s hearing problem, but there were no heavy footsteps of the man you so foolishly fell in love with. The realization pierced your heart - he was gone, he was gone forever.

Breaking all the rules you opened the door with your card and went inside.

“Joel!” you called, desperation loud in your voice.

He didn’t reply.

It felt empty, lifeless. Just another standard hotel room. The biggest sign that he had even been there was his scent, still lingering in the air.

You took a deep breath of him and tears welled up in your eyes. Your loud sob shuttered the deafening silence.

“Joel,” you mewled helplessly.

There was something on the bed. You walked there and saw a note with your name on it. You lifted it with shaky hands and started reading.

Sweetheart, I hope you’ll get this note. I couldn’t find you but I’d like to thank you for everything. Meeting you was a highlight of my trip. I hope all your dreams come true. And sorry again for the way we met. Joel

On the bed there was also a big tip and a bouquet of red roses.

Your chest swelled with a myriad of different emotions - it was nice of him to leave you a message and the flowers but it was a goodbye. A farewell forever.

A tear fell on the note in your hands. You wiped it off and smudged the writing, leaving a blue streak.

He wrote it not so long ago. What if you could still catch him?

You dropped the note and ran out of the room. Pressing the elevator button several times with a rushed hand, wiping your tears with the other, you were praying to all the gods to let you see him at least one more time, to hear his husky voice, to feel his warm eyes on you.

Joel—Joel—Joel

His name was booming in your head and your heart on your way downstairs.

On the first floor, not wanting to alarm the guests and other personnel, you walked fast to the reception.

“Birtie, hi, could you tell me when Joel Miller checked out? Please,” you asked the receptionist who furrowed his brows at you, having noticed your teary eyes.

You didn’t care about his concern, your gaze was glued to the entrance. Through the glass door you saw him.

Joel was standing outside, his back to you, his suitcase at his feet.

“Is everything ok?” You barely heard Bertie, your heart was making somersaults in your chest. He’s still here!

You took a deep breath, trying to calm down, but a wide smile wouldn’t leave your face as you hurried to your most precious guest.

***

“Joel?” you called softly, standing behind him.

He turned to you and his face lit up. All of a sudden he hugged you and you stopped breathing altogether. Feeling his body so close to yours made your head spin. To your dismay, Joel pulled away in a moment and took a step back.

“Fuck. Sorry. I thought you weren’t here today. But you’re and … I’m glad to see you.”

“I’m happy to see you, too,” you smiled at Joel, still feeling his strong arms around you. “I’ve just found your note and came here to say goodbye and— .”

“Yes?” Joel’s puppy eyes were darting between yours as you paused with your mouth open.

What now? Are you going to shake his hand and let him disappear from your life? The thought made you feel sick.

“There’s a problem. With your room. I’m afraid you have to go back up with me.”

Joel furrowed his brows, looking confused.

“What problem?”

Yeah, what problem?

“Ehm.. Can we talk in your room, sir?”

You added ’sir‘ to sound more formal so he wouldn’t think that you were making shit up.

“Of course. No problem. I have lots of time.”

Joel grabbed his suitcase and followed you inside.

You felt Bertie’s eyes on you as you were walking past the reception with the guest who had already checked out but you didn’t care.

When you stepped into the elevator, Joel turned to you.

“What’s wrong with the room, sweetheart? Tell me you didn’t get in trouble because of my note or the roses.”

“Oh, no,” you replied, nervously fumbling with your sleeve. “It’s— ehm—-it’s the hangers. Some are missing.”

“The hangers?”

“Yep.” You averted your eyes, feeling your heart in your throat. You could feel Joel’s confusion. Then you heard a low chuckle. Was he laughing at your stupid lie? You wouldn’t blame him.

“I didn’t steal the hangers, sweetheart,” he snickered, as you were walking to the room. “I promise.”

You felt bad about lying, but when you glanced at his smiley face, you couldn’t help but giggle along. Your excuse was ridiculous, but it was the first thing that came to your mind and, what was more important, it worked.

You opened the door and Joel and you entered the room. The room where you met. The room where you saw more than you were supposed to. Felt more than you were supposed to.

Joel left the suitcase at the door, followed you to the living area and stopped a few steps from you, as always giving you personal space. You didn’t want that space now. A few minutes ago you’d thought that you had lost him forever so you took a step closer to him, basking in the warmth his smile was giving you, his honey eyes mesmerizing you.

Joel followed your lead and inched closer, too. Now one tiny step was separating you two. He lowered his voice and asked, almost whispering,

“It’s not about the hangers, is it?”

You looked down at your hands and shook your head, nerves, excitement, love churning your stomach. You opened your mouth to talk but didn’t find any words. Why have you brought him here? What do you want? What do you want?

The answer to that question came like a flash. You were seeing it clearly then, fears and worries pushed into the corners of your mind, only your desire in the spotlight.

You took the final step towards him and pressed your lips to his. It was a soft little peck, timid and fleeting, but the feel of him flush to you, his warm lips, his heady scent drew you to kiss him again. Joel didn’t pull back but instead put his hands on your waist. His touch was gentle, careful but it set your whole body on fire. Feeling overwhelmed you broke the kiss and looked into his eyes.

You had just kissed Joel Miller. Your brain switched off completely as you were ogling his handsome face up close, his hot breath fanning your lips, the heat of his body seeping through your clothes.

“I wanted to say ‘goodbye’,” you lied, looking into Joel’s darkening eyes. You’d never want to say goodbye to that man.

“Do all the guests get a goodbye like that from you?” he asked as his lips curled into a smile.

You dropped your head and whispered ‘no’. Joel’s chest rose and fell heavily and his sigh tickled your nose.

“Am I special then?”

A shiver ran down your spine when you heard his question. You looked him right in the eye and your voice didn’t waver when you replied,

“Yes.”

Your boldness seemed to touch him deeply, his face lit up as if he’d just gotten the best compliment in his life. His reaction warmed your heart but your eyes still were puffy from the tears, the pain was still fresh in your chest.

“I was afraid you’d left forever. Thank you for the note but, frankly, I hoped you’d leave your number,” you said, sadness coating your words. Joel sighed again and his puppy eyes made your heart flutter.

“I did. In the first note. But then I threw it in the trash.”

“Why?” you mumbled, blinking at him in confusion.

Joel inched closer and took your face into his big warm hands.

“Because you’re young and beautiful,” he whispered, leaning down, and planted a soft kiss on your cheek.

“You have your whole life ahead of you.” – he kissed the corner of your eye,

“I’m a single dad.” — He kissed your nose, your other cheek, until his lips grazed yours for a fleeting moment.

Then he pulled away, his eyes glossy.

“And I live in another state. I didn’t have a right to leave you my number.”

Joel was still holding your face and it was heavenly but his words squeezed your throat with a tight grip.

“Why are you kissing me then?” you murmured, searching for the answer in his sparkling eyes.

Joel sighed again and croaked,

“’cause I can’t help it.”

That was when he kissed you. If your first kiss was like a soft breeze, a gentle caress to the skin, his was like an ocean, heady, overwhelming, you both drowning in it in seconds.

Joel’s arms bound you to him, your bodies flush against each other, and when he licked into your mouth, the taste of him made you dizzy, the ache between your legs grew and you bucked your hips against his thigh.

Joel growled, feeling your need, and your wet arousal leaked into your panties when you heard that he craved you, too. You broke the kiss and panted,

“When’s your flight?”

“In six hours.” Joel’s blown out eyes were darting between yours as he offered, “Can I spend this time with you?”

“Yes,” you replied immediately, having never been more sure about anything in your life.

Joel was beaming at you, his grin wide and happy. His hands were running up and down your arms as he mused,

“We can have a walk. Or we can stay here. What do you prefer?”

You dropped your head, contemplating your answer, and in a second you knew exactly what you wanted to do. You had about three hours to spend with the man of your dreams and you decided to use them to the fullest. There was no time to be shy.

“Can we stay here?” you asked quietly and Joel eagerly nodded.

“Yeah, sure, sweetheart. I’ll call the reception, see if I can have this room for today. Ok?”

“Yes! If it’s not booked, it shouldn't be a problem.”

Your belly was full of butterflies, your core was on fire, and it was hard to think straight, but suddenly you remembered that you had work to do.

While Joel was talking to Bertie, you pulled your phone out of your dress pocket and quickly texted Max.

Need to leave. Cover for me pls. I’ll explain later.

She sent you back an ‘ok’ just as Joel hung up.

Judging by his wide smile, the room was available.

“We can stay here.” He took your hand in his and you whispered a breathy ‘good’, already under the spell of his dark eyes.

He pulled you into his embrace and kissed you. His lips were moving gently against yours until they travelled lower to your neck, his moustache and beard deliciously tickling your skin. The sensation was intoxicating, your whole body was buzzing, craving him, your heart was beating fast.

You couldn’t wait any longer, your poor pussy was crying and begging for him, so you took his hand and led him to the bed.

“Thank you for the roses,” you purred, looking at the flowers, their crimson colour a bright contrast to the whiteness of the sheets. “They’re very beautiful.”

Joel barely glanced at the bouquet, he had eyes only for you.

“You’re beautiful, baby.”

***

A few kisses later you were making out, sitting on the edge of the bed, you’re on Joel’s lap, straddling his thighs, your arms wrapped around his thick neck. Joel’s hand was gently cupping the back of your head, the other, pressed to your lower back, keeping you close. You were softly whimpering into his mouth, your tongues tangled in a passionate dance.

“Ahh, Joel,” you moaned and began grinding your burning pussy against the big bulge in his jeans. Timidly at first, but the growing desire gave you courage to take what you wanted.

“I’m here,” Joel breathed out. “My needy girl.”

He broke the kiss and dropped his head down to watch your hips move, the hem of your uniform dress inching higher, exposing more and more of your tights-covered thighs.

“I need you too, sweetheart,” he confessed but then his hands left your hips and flew up to your face. He searched for your eyes and asked,

“You sure you want this? We can just kiss, baby. You don’t have to—“

“No, please, I want you,” you panted, surprising even yourself. You weren’t hiding your feelings anymore, you were begging him to give you more, to put down the fire burning you on the inside.

“Ok,” he nodded, his lips in a lopsided smile. “I needed to make sure.”

“I’ve never done this,” you mumbled, nervously chewing your lower lip. “Never been with a guest— like this.”

Joel brought his hand to your mouth and glided his thumb over your lip to stop you from hurting yourself.

“Me too, sweetheart. Never got a hotel room to —. He paused and you noticed a light blush painting his cheeks. Joel ran his hands down your neck and traced your neckline with his knuckles, lightly grazing your skin and sending chills down your spine.

“Can I undress you, baby?”

His voice was low and raspy, gorgeous and alluring, and you swallowed a moan when you heard his question. You replied with a sultry ‘yes’ and got off his lap.

Joel’s hands were gentle and slow. Standing behind you he unzipped your dress on your back, pulled it off your shoulders and helped you to step out of it. He slid the tights down and off your legs.

His fingers were gliding up and down your arms, his breath fanning your shoulder before he pressed his lips to the crease of your neck. You moaned, melting in his arms, turning into a puddle when his hand slid down your neck to your chest. You looked down and just then remembered what you were wearing that day- a simple flowery bra and unmatching black panties.

“Shit—,” you mumbled, your cheeks heating up. “Wish I was wearing something sexy. Lace or something…”

Your voice was small, your head downcast. Joel walked around you, took your chin between his fingers and gently lifted your face. A pair of dark-as-night eyes met you, there was a bright fire in them, a desire that echoed deeply in your own body.

”I don’t want ‘lacy’. I want you.”

He cupped your covered breast with his big hand and began kneading it. Even through the padding the sensation sent lightning of pleasure to your core, and you moaned shamelessly watching him caress your other breast.

Then his hands snaked behind you.

“Can I…?”

You uttered a needy ‘yeah’ and Joel unclasped your bra, letting it fall on the floor.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, looking at your naked breasts, and you smiled, taking it as a compliment. ”You’re gorgeous.”

You were standing in front of him topless while he was still dressed. It was turning you on but you couldn’t wait to see him naked. Again.

“My turn,” you purred and grabbed the hem of his tee. You took it off him and ogled his golden skin, his toned shoulders, his muscular arms and a happy train on his soft tummy. Your hand impatiently flew to feel his broad chest, but having dreamed of it all week, you feared that he would disappear like a mirage.

“Joel,” you whispered his name like a spell, binding him to you at that moment, making it real in your mind, you and him there, exposed to each other, needing each other desperately, ready to dive into something beautiful and exciting.

You pressed your thighs together and a lustful shiver ran down your spine.

“C’mere, baby.” Joel probably thought that you were cold and caged you in his warm embrace. Your nose found its home in the crease of his neck, your heart close to his heart, your arms around his torso. It felt like his body was meant for you- to bring you comfort, to warm you up, to caress you, to make love to you.

You kissed his collar bone and Joel pressed his lips to the top of your head.

You two stood like that for a few moments, simply relishing the feel of each other's skin, sharing warmth of your bodies.

Then Joel’s hand slowly slithered down your back, covering your skin with a new set of goosebumps, and cupped your asscheek. He squeezed it gently and you moaned.

“Get on the bed, baby.”

He knew what you wanted, there was no uncertainty in his words, it sounded like a command, and you were happy to follow it.

You put the roses on the nightstand and climbed onto the soft bed. Your back against the pillows, you were watching Joel discard his jeans.

When he was only in his boxers, your jaw involuntarily dropped at the sight of his huge bulge. Apparently your memory wasn’t kind to him, because in your mind his cock was smaller. In reality he was hung like a god, and as handsome as one. A part of you got scared that he would split you in two, but the heady mixture of desire and love erased any doubts in your heart and head. You desperately needed him. Starved to have him inside you.

Joel lay down next to you and dived into your arms right away. As you were kissing, his hands were exploring your body, caressing your soft skin, gently squeezing your breasts, twitching your hardened nipples. You were hungrily feeling him too— with a soft drag of your nails down his arms and his back, with your fingers running through his silky curls. Your legs intertwined, you began rubbing your covered pussy against his hairy thigh.

“Joel— please,” you begged and with a fast hand he pulled your panties down. Now he could see all of you and you’d have probably got shy, but Joel’s eyes full of hunger and need, gave you the courage to throw your legs apart, to invite him to the most sacred place of your body.

”Jesus, sweetheart, you’re so wet,” Joel growled as his fingers were tracing your slicked up seam before pushing inside. With the pads of his two digits he drew a circle around your clit and you almost came, shuddering against the crispy sheets and his body. Joel noticed your reaction.

“Been needing it for some time, baby?”

“Yes, Joel, since the moment I saw you. Here, on this bed.”

You paused, scared that the memory of the incident would embarrass him, but Joel smirked, brought his lips to your ear and whispered,

“Did you like what you saw?”

You opened your mouth to reply but Joel made you gasp, when he slowly inserted his middle finger into your soft hole. He began thrusting it in and out, and you quickly turned into a moaning, dripping mess.

“I take it as a ’yes’”. His voice was strained with lust as his lips brushed against your cheek. “Did you think about me after that? About my hard cock?”

His soft husky voice, his words, his finger caressing something delicious inside you - everything at once was overwhelming and your eyes fluttered shut, your mind begging for any respite.

“Yeah, Joel, so— so much,” you slurred, unable to speak clearly.

“That’s my girl.”

Joel lightly nibbled on your earlobe, a satisfied growl rumbling in his chest, and then added another finger to penetrate your sopping heat.

Your moan was loud and shameless and Joel echoed you with a groan. His lips drew a path from your cheek, down your neck and soon he kissed your pebbled nipple. Your hand flew to his curls, legs opened up wider and your eyes rolled back, when he began sucking on your bud, while his fingers were opening your cunt up for his thick cock. Joel hummed at the taste of your skin and his low grunts made your pussy drool more around his digits. He parted from your tit and asked, breathing heavily with arousal,

“Tell me what you wanted me to do to you. When you thought about me, baby.”

“Wanted you —to fuck me.”

“Oh, baby. I thought about you, too. Fuck.. non stop, all these days.”

“Really?“ You panted, searching for his eyes.

“Yes, sweetheart. I thought— what if you’d stayed— would you wanna watch me?”

You bit your lip and purred,

“I would.”

Joel licked his smiling lips, his eyes blown out, and gave you a wink before saying,

“Anything for you, sweetheart.”.

Carefully, so as not to hurt your pussy with his fingers, he sat up and kneeled next to you on the bed, then using his free hand, the hand that wasn’t fucking you, he pulled down his boxers and let his stiff cock spring free. It was as gorgeous as you remembered, thick and long, curved up at the top, glistening in the sunlight, leaking rivers of precum.

“Now you can watch, sweetheart,” Joel groaned, wrapping his palm around his member with a sigh and beginning to jerk it.

You were watching him fuck his fist, while his fingers were fingering your wet pussy, until your plea interrupted your moaning.

“Can I do it? Please.”

“Yes, baby.”

Joel let go off his cock and your little hand immediately replaced his. You could barely circle your fingers around his girth but you applied all of yourself and began pumping his fat cock. Joel’s grunts were making your head spin. His pleasure was giving yours an ecstatic, exquisite, divine taste. You were revelling in the feeling of bringing ecstasy to him, your hand pulling up and down the soft skin stretched over the hot steel of his cock.

“Joel…what else did you think about? Tell me,” you moaned, tilting your hips up to give him more access to your crying pussy. His fingers were curling inside you and an upcoming climax overshadowed your shiness.

”Everyday I dreamed about pulling you close and kissing you, baby.”

“Just kissing?” you teased.

“Hngg, ‘course not. Wanted to tear your cute dress off, throw you on the bed and lick your little pussy.”

“Oh my god, Joel.”

“Then fuck you on every surface in here.”

His confession drew a needy whine out of your mouth and you began squeezing his fingers with your pulsating cunt. A hard orgasm was shaking your body, your pussy bursting with pleasure and wetness against his hand. You stopped jerking Joel off and just held his cock in your hand, too focused on the waves of euphoria rippling through you.

“Yeah, like that, baby,” Joel growled, watching you explode on his fingers. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you. So sweet and beautiful. I’d give anything to bounce you on my cock, to kiss your pretty tits.”

His mouth latched onto your breast, his tongue swirling around your nipple, his fingers were still massaging your g-spot, prolonging your orgasm.

When you relaxed and your hand fell off his cock onto the bed, Joel carefully pulled his drenched fingers out of your stretched hole.

“C’mere, sweetheart,” he whispered, taking you in his arms, and kissed you again, slowly and sensually, letting you rest in the warm ocean of his caress.

You were in heaven. Basking in the afterglow of the climax, relishing Joel’s embrace and his soft kisses, you couldn’t be happier.

He pulled away and looked into your hazy eyes.

“You ok?”

“Yes,” you murmured with a smile, tracing his handsome features with your gaze, mesmerized by him once again. Then you averted your eyes and bit your lip.

“What is it, baby?” Joel furrowed his brows and you heard a trace of worry in his tone.

You cupped his cheek and he melted against your touch.

“I want more, Joel. I need you inside me.”

Joel’s body shuddered at your words, his cock twitched, and you had no doubt that he desperately wanted it, too.

“I’ll give you anything you want, sweetheart. But— I don’t have condoms. Do you?”

You shook your head and hid your face in his neck, too shy to look at him, as you whispered.

“Can we do it without them? I’m clean, I promise.”

Joel stroked your head and kissed your temple.

“Me too, I haven’t had—, " he cleared his throat and continued, “had anyone for a while.”

“Ok.” You smiled, raising your eyes at him.

“Ok,” he echoed you.

***

You sat up and carefully straddled Joel’s thick thighs. His cock was engorged, crying and ready for you. But were you ready for it?

You swallowed loudly, fear noticeable in your expression, and Joel rubbed your thighs with his palms.

“We’ll go slowly, sweetheart. And.. if you’re not ready — I can kiss your pretty pussy instead.”

His words made you gush more, your head spun at the image of Joel’s lips on your cunt, but you shook your head with determination.

“No. I want you— want you to bounce me on your cock,” you quoted him with a timid smile and Joel half chuckled-half groaned. His cock twitched and you saw a drop of prefuck juice bead on the reddish slit.

“Baby, if you keep talking like this… I’m afraid I’ll come too soon.“

You playfully bit your lower lip, his words giving you much needed confidence. You felt desired, sexy and beautiful.

You got up on your knees and moved forward until you were hovering over his cock. It brushed against your folds and you impatiently gripped it at the base and glided his tip over your seam, before teasing your puffy clit with the bulbous head.

Your lustful whimper rang loudly in the room, fusing with Joel’s moan. Your palm planted on his hairy chest, you slid his tip down, and when it notched the source of your wetness, you began lowering your hips, slowly sinking on it. The sounds you both were making seemed like an epitome of pleasure, a beautiful melody of two bodies becoming one. They weren’t lewd, they were pure and sincere.

You seemed to lose an ability to talk or think, your whole being was overtaken by the feeling of Joel filling your core. The stretch sent shivers down your spine, but the dull pain got overshadowed by the bliss in your body. Joel’s palm was gripping your hip when the other slid up from your lower belly to your sternum, then to your chest until he surely could feel your heart, beating loudly in unison with your pussy, that was hungrily swallowing his length.

”Oh, baby, oh, yes,” was everything that Joel could muster when you took all of him. His eyes were dark with desire but the affection and warmth within them pulled you to him. You leaned down, lay down on his chest, uniting your heartbeats, and your lips met. Your eager tongues tangled with passion, your fingers ran through his curls, damp with sweat, his palms were exploring your body.

When Joel squeezed your asscheeks and gently lifted your hips up, you mewled, realizing what he wanted. Making out with him, you began slowly moving your hips up and down, your walls massaging his shaft, your mouth drinking his growls, that inevitably turned into moans. You smiled against his lips, happy to be giving Joel so much pleasure, but also getting an immense amount of it as well.

No one had ever made you feel so sexy in your life and the elation in your heart gave you the courage to break the kiss and sit up proudly on Joel’s cock, letting him see all of you again. With his mouth slightly open Joel looked completely drunk on you. His gaze slid over your body and he panted,

”Look at you, baby. Wish you could ride me like that every day till I die.”

You smiled and took his hand, that was kneading your breast, and kissed his palm. The next moment Joel sat up and you moaned at the position shift, feeling his cock even deeper inside you like that. He cupped the back of your head, and holding you close, kissed you hard. Your legs wrapped around his hips and you stilled, pierced by his member, melting in his arms.

His cock was thumping in your heat, your pussy was crying more and more around it, begging for a release.

“Joel,” you whined and, as if having read your mind, he grabbed your asscheeks in his strong hands and started lifting you up and down on his cock, moving your body easily, bringing you both closer to your peaks.

Your sensitive clit was deliciously rubbing against Joel’s hairy lower belly and soon you felt heat rise in your tightening core and your pussy started fluttering around Joel’s length.

“I’m coming,” you mewled and dug your nails into his broad shoulders, grounding yourself to him.

“That’s my girl,” Joel praised you, his eyes focused on your face, and then groaned through his teeth,

“Gonna come, too. Where d’you want me, baby?”

“Inside, please,” you begged, still trembling with the second orgasm.

“Yeah?” Joel grunted, “wanna be full of my hot cum?”

“Yes—yes—yes,” you chanted, bouncing on his cock, prolonging your pleasure.

“Yeah, sweetheart, I want it, too. Want your pussy wet with me for days.”

Pushed over the edge by the image and your walls gripping his member, Joel roared and began filling you up. You greedily milked him of every drop, pressing your body to his, burying your nose in his neck, relishing the scent of his heated skin.

Joel was jerking with every squirt of his load, holding you so tight that it was hard to breathe, but you’d have rather suffocated than left his arms at that moment.

***

“Thank you,” Joel murmured as you two were lying covered by the white sheets, face to face. Your legs were tangled, arms wrapped around each other, your nose against his neck. When you heard his soft voice, you raised your eyes at him.

“What for?”

“For being here with me. For letting me kiss you, touch you…”

His fingers glided over your arm and your skin erupted with goosebumps.

“You’ve done more than touching, sir,” you smirked and he groaned, pushing you over and pinning you to the bed with his body.

”Keep calling me ‘sir‘ and I’ll do it all again.“

“Promise?” you purred, feeling helpless, caged between the bed and his broad torso and your clit twitched again.

“Bad girl.”

Joel’s words reignited fire in your belly, but you felt like behind the playful banter there was something else that he wanted to tell you.

You cupped his cheek, your eyes darting between his, and whispered,

“I’m happy to be here with you.”

Joel sighed with a smile and leaned in to kiss you gently. Then he pressed his forehead to yours, his hot breath kissing your lips.

“What I wrote— in the note. You being the highlight of my trip— I meant it.”

A happy smile shone on your face, when you heard sincerity in his voice, warmth spreading inside your body. Joel lay down next to you and continued, his arm wrapped around your waist.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you all these days— wanted you the moment I saw you but that’s not all. You’ve been so kind to me. So sweet. I haven’t felt cared for like that in a long time.”

“I was simply doing my job,” you uttered, drawing patterns on his hairy forearm.

“No, I mean, yes, but — every time I thought of you, I felt something — “

He paused, searching for words. You felt emotions in his voice and you took his hand and pressed it to your lips before whispering,

“I know, Joel. I felt it too.”

”Oh, baby,” Joel pulled you into his chest and you pecked his lips before your eyes locked and you said everything to each other without words, your hearts speaking for you. His warm gaze glossed over and your vision got blurry with your own feelings.

“Joel,” you mumbled, opening your eyes. You woke up from a wonderful dream, where you fell for a handsome guest, who later kissed you, made you see the brightest stars with his lips, his fingers and his cock, and then you fell asleep, cuddling with him.

Fortunately, it wasn’t a dream.

“I’m right here,“ you heard a soft baritone of the man next to you. You wrapped your arms around Joel and he gave you a gentle kiss.

“Had a bad dream, sweetheart?”

A tsunami of emotions flooded your heart - excitement, affection, joy stole your breath away. He was really there. He was really yours. At least for now.

“No,” you croaked, sleep heavy in your voice. “It was the best dream.” You crashed your lips against his, hunger for his caress waking up with you, but a sudden memory flashed in your mind - you had been given just a few hours to be together.

“How long have I been asleep?” Panic was loud in your voice.

“About an hour.”

“Oh no! You should’ve woken me up. We don’t have much time.”

Joel hugged you tightly.

“Shh, we have time, baby. You were sleeping like a little kitten next to me. I couldn’t miss the opportunity to stare at you like a creep.” You two laughed, your nerves seeping you out of your heart.

Joel kissed you and then began leaving open-mouth kisses over your neck, your exposed breasts and a few moments later you were dripping your juices onto the white sheets while he was licking and sucking on your sensitive nipples.

“Sweet thing,” he mumbled against your tits. “Can I have a real treat now?”

“What?” you slurred, already drunk on him.

“You pussy, baby, can I taste her?”

“Oh,” you moaned and nodded with a timid smile.

You had never been eaten out that well before. Joel’s hands were pinning your hips to the bed, holding you open for him as he was feasting on your blooming flower, his hot tongue lapping at your folds and your clit tirelessly. His mouth was gentle but he gave you enough pressure to make your pussy pulsate and explode on his tongue in a few minutes.

You were practically crying with euphoria when he climbed up the bed to let you lick your own nectar off his lips.

***

The rest of the time together you spent naked in bed, talking, laughing, eating the food you ordered to the room, kissing and cuddling. At the back of your mind you kept thinking about how lucky you were - to have met someone you clicked with spiritually, sexually and emotionally. There was no doubt in your heart that Joel was your person and he looked at you like you were his.

Inevitably the precious time ran out and Joel needed to leave for the airport. It took everything from you not to burst into tears, when you imagined saying ’goodbye’ to him, but the day you had shared, the pleasure he had given you, eased the pain in your soul.

When you two were talking and sharing your past, Joel kept mentioning your future. Your future together. He promised to introduce you to Tommy and Sarah, to take you to his favourite places in Austin, and in your dreams you saw yourself forever by his side, getting to hug and kiss him every single day for the rest of your life. It seemed like the most amazing fairy tale, and although you knew by now that life was far from perfect, his enamoured eyes, his gentle hands, his kind words gave you strength to let him go, because your heart was full of hope.

***

You covertly changed out of your uniform in the staff room and sneaked out of the hotel to take Joel to the airport in your car.

When you two arrived, you couldn’t hold your tears back anymore. Joel gently wiped them away with his thumbs but his own eyes were glossy and reddish.

“I’ll call you as soon as I land, sweetheart,” he promised, holding your face in his warm hands, then wrapped his arms around you and kissed you like no one else before, passionately, sensually, claiming you as his, and you stored the memory of his body against yours deep inside your mind.

Many phone and video calls later

The next time you saw Joel again, not on the screen of your phone or your laptop, not in your dreams or fantasies, but in person, in real life, was at the airport as well. Now in Texas.

You spotted Joel first. His honey eyes were searching for you in a sea of people, his expression serious and concentrated. You wanted to run and kiss that deep crease between his brows, wanted to drop your bags and scream with happiness, but then you saw what he had in his hands and your eyes welled up with tears.

He was holding a sign with your name on it. It was sweet, but what made you cry were glittery hearts and flowers, decorating it. Joel definitely wasn’t the type to use glitter and draw pretty hearts and you realized right away. that they were made by Sarah’s hand.

***

Joel introduced you to Sarah a week after he’d flown back to Austin. You fell in love with his daughter right away, she was a lively and funny girl, excellent at trolling her dad, the talent of hers which always made you giggle.

Quickly she became a usual participant of your daily video calls with Joel. You never minded it, falling deeper in love with Joel, when you witnessed what a great father he was. Sarah often told you about her day, asked about yours, and when she shared only with you who she liked at school, you were touched by her trust. Soon you three had breakfasts and dinners together, Joel and Sarah joining you on the screen of your laptop, and it felt like you were a little family.

At night when Sarah was asleep in her bedroom, Joel and you had other types of calls. You quickly realized that the man was a menace. He loved making you needy and desperate with his husky voice whispering filth into your ear. He would tell you in great detail how exactly he would fuck you if he was there in your bedroom. Like a good girl you would be spread for him on the bed, your legs open widely, your fingers thrusting in and out of your sopping hole. You whispered his name again and again, your hazy eyes glued to the screen, where Joel was stroking himself, deep in the pit of desire just like you.

You lost count how many times he came watching you fuck yourself, how many times you unraveled in front of his hungry eyes. It was enough for you two. For the time being.

But your feelings grew and soon you felt like you were suffocating without being able to touch him, kiss him. Joel tentatively asked if you wanted to visit them in Austin and you happily agreed. One night you two were planning your trip, when Joel admitted. that he didn’t want you just to visit.

“Sweetheart... what if we lived together?”

“It would be amazing,” you sighed, smiling at him through your phone screen.

“So why don’t we?”

You were staring at him in disbelief for a few seconds, your heart in your throat, before you asked,

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Joel replied and added, ”I love you, baby.”

His watery eyes told you that he wasn’t joking.

“I love you, too, Joel. So much,” you mumbled, already sobbing with happy tears.

***

It took you a month to quit your housekeeping job, sell the things you didn’t need anymore, pack the stuff you did, say ‘goodbye’ to your friends and family and take a big step towards your future. Future with the man you loved, the man who loved you.

***

Not being able to contain your excitement any longer, you dropped your baggage and ran to Joel, waiting for you at the airport. You were quietly squealing, trying not to alert the people around you, but when Joel noticed you and his face lit up with a widest grin, you finally screamed. He opened his big arms to you and you dived into his warm embrace. Your lips met in a fiery, long awaited kiss, and you didn’t care that people were staring at you two, making out like two horny teenagers, holding each other close. Joel was yours and you were his. Once your guest, now he was your home.

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[shikaizer]

one look and your mine, keep your eyes on me now.

WBB PLAYERS PINNING YOU ଓ

PAIGE BUECKERS

you scoffed rolling your eyes. "im not fucking talking to you, go back to your team or something." you spat and paige was furious.

you and paige are currently out of the game because she just did a flagrant foul, you on the other hand crashed out and shouted all cuss words in dictionary.

"you did that on purpose, admit it." her tone was rough as she leaned closer to you intimidating you but your not convinced.

"what are you 6? fuck yourself." she heard enough, she roughly pushed you against the locker door, her moves are too fast you didn't have time to react.

"what the fuck dude!" you shouted trying to push her back but she was too strong, she kept her gaze at you and clenched her jaw.

"admit it or i'll make you." she said firm and seriousness in her tone. "you think your funny huh!?" you shouted annoyed at her, you kept your gaze at her and her eyes kept dropping to catch a glimpse of your lips. after what felt like hours of you both staring at each other, paige gave your lips one last look and cursed under her breath before stomping away.

CAITLIN CLARK

"cait stop" you giggled when she tickled your waist again, you and the team are currently on live, you and caitlin are clearly seen at the back sat down on the couch while kate was on the floor busy talking to the fans.

you bursted out laughing when she tickled you again this time harder, when you about to lift your hand to tickle her back, she was already quick to pin you down the couch, you felt the soft matress on your back as your pressed down, she hand one hand on both your wrist, her arms flexing.

the both of you stopped to stare at each other, your stomach did a weird knot at how caitlins gaze was so focused on you.

kateluv_ : are they fucking behind you 😭

civieu : why they be flirting too much

yavain : fuckk caitlins bicep i wanna eat it

JUJU WATKINS

"congrats!" you cooed and kissed juju's cheeks. the match was fire and juju was the MVP in her team scoring over 30 points.

"cant do it without you babe." juju confessed, maybe because she kept looking over at you and everytime she did, she scored. "your my lucky charm y'know?" juju looked over at you and smiled softly.

"i should watch your match more often now." you sneered and she smirked rolling her eyes. "you never watch my games" juju complained and you pouted. walking to your car, juju grabbed your hand and led you to the backseat, she gently pushed you down and she followed, getting on top of you before closing the door.

"ju?" you called out and she hushed you down, she leaned down both hands on either side of your head. "look at you pretty girl, you doing this on purpose?" juju scanned you down and licked her bottom lip. "when i saw you, i knew i had to finish the game up quick." she clicked her tounge cocking her head and you giggled.

JANA EL ALFY

"hey." jana called voice firm, you two just had a argument, waves of hurtful words hitting straight from the both of you.

stressing out, you walked away but jana was too fixed on understanding you, but she cant help but become too rough, voice raising too occupied by her emotions.

she had caught your hand making you face her but you kept your face hidden, realizing she gone too far, she calmed down.

"hey come on, im sorry okay? talk to me." jana whispered in hopes of minimizing her voice, her eyes slightly widen when she heard a muffled soft coming out of you.

she completely forced you to face her, but she was gentle with it, she gently pushed you against the door caressing both sides of your cheeks.

"was i too much my love..? im sorry.." jana muttured staring at your orbs, you looked up at her and calmed down, she leaned down to kiss your forehead trailing them down to your jaw whispering sweets nothings to you.

"you know i love you right?"

AUBREY GRIFFIN

aubrey kissed you deeply and passionately, she currently on top of you hands clasped, as your under her pinned down.

she pulled away and gripped harder on your hand scanning your. "so damn beautiful as always." she muttured and kissed you again, her kisses trailing down to your neck.

It was your behind your 16th anniversary because aubrey was away during her games for 1 week, it was hard for the both of you, the constant missing and the physical affection lacking.

you didn't even get to celebrate your anniversary but your glad that she had convinced geno to let her come flight a little ealier.

"mm..loveyousomuch.." aubrey whispered while she kissed your skin.

[russo-woso]

Ibiza || Alessia Russo x reader

Request | Masterlist | Prompt list

Summary You meet your soulmate when you least expect it, in the most unexpected place, Ibiza.

A/N I may have tweaked the request a bit :)

The crowd was something you didn’t expect.

You knew it was going to be busy, you had expected it, but what you didnt expect was just how crowded it was going to be.

You weren’t a people’s person, you weren’t supposed to be here.

But after your friends begged you to come, you had no choice but to come.

The crowd of Ushuaia was frantic, jumping up and down to the beat of the music.

Although you were trying to have a nice time, you weren’t succeeding.

So instead of dancing with random men like your friends were doing, you stood in the corner where it was a bit more quieter, praying that the night wouldn’t last too long.

You had turned around to put your drink on the floor but as you stood back up, you felt a drink splash all over you.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry. I didn’t see you there. Here, let me help you.” A woman said, clearly the same woman who had crashed in to you.

You laughed it off, looking down at your outfit before looking at her.

Your eyes froze - she was gorgeous.

The woman attempted to wipe off the alcohol that she had planned to drink, but it was no use.

“Honestly don’t worry about it. I knew it would happen eventually. You don’t wear your best outfit when it’s somewhere like here.” You joked, sending her a smile as she blushed in embarrassment.

“Can I buy you a new drink or anything?” She asked

“You’re the one that doesn’t have a drink now. I should be offering you a drink.” You pointed out, her cheeks turning even more red.

“I was the one that walked into you. Please let me buy you a drink or something as an apology.”

“Tell me your name and then I’ll consider that drink.” You said

“Alessia.”

“Well… Alessia, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Do I get to know your name? If I’m buying you a drink then surely I get to know your name.” The woman, who you now know is called Alessia, said.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N.” She repeated with a smile. “What would you like to drink?”

“What drink did you spill on me? It smells amazing.”

She turned to the bartender, ordering whatever drink it was before turning back to you.

“So, Y/N, did you come with anyone tonight?”

“Some friends, it’s girls weekend away.” You responded, watching her face lighten.

“So no partner?”

“Nope.” You said, a smile resting on your face as you slowly understood what she was on about. “You?”

“Single.”

You smiled at her answer before looking away so she didn’t see.

“So, Alessia, where are you from?”

“London, you? Wait let me guess! I’m thinking somewhere in the midlands.”

“Wrong. I live in St Albans but I was born up north.” You told her

“I work near St Albans.”

“Do you? Where—” You began saying but was quickly cut off by a group of people crowding around you.

“Alessia, please can I have a picture?”

“Alessia, can you take a selfie with me?”

“Alessia, can you sign this for me?”

You looked at the group and back at Alessia.

Confusion filled your mind as you heard what the people were saying.

Was Alessia famous?

Your eyes were wide open as you looked at Alessia, but when you saw the panicked look on her face and how her breath quickened, a protective instinct kicked in.

The crowd got closer, practically pushing at shoving at the blonde.

“Hey! Don’t touch her! Go away, now!” You shouted, pushing the people away.

As soon as they had gone, you turned to Alessia with a shocked look.

Alessia looked so shaken up, tears threatening to spill as she fiddled with her fingers.

“Hey, it’s okay.” You cooed, hesitantly rubbing her back.

You’d only known her for five minutes but seeing her cry broke your heart.

“I’m sorry that happened.” She apologised, her voice shaking as she said it.

“Don’t apologise.” You said, your voice soft as you continued to calm her down.

“I guess you want some answers then.” She told you

“Yeah, I’m a bit confused.”

“I’m a footballer. I play for Arsenal and England.”

“That’s amazing. You must be good. I mean arsenals a big team.”

“It is. Thank you for telling them to go away. I get bit anxious when there’s a lot of fans.” Alessia explained, you nodding, understanding what she was saying.

“Y/N! We’re getting a taxi back to the villa. We have to go.” Your friend shouted as she spotted you.

“Well… it was lovely to meet you Alessia.” You said, standing up from your chair.

“You too, Y/N.” She smiled

You began to walk away, but you heard her call your name.

“Y/N! Do you reckon I could get your number?”

“Thank god, I didn’t think you were gonna ask.”

[douqhnxtss]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ THE SINNER'S ANGEL ⊹ ࣪ ˖⋆.˚✧˖°.

you were young and gullible, your sister had no choice but to keep you with herself to make sure you were protected. however, she forgot to protect you from the biggest womanizer and her boss, karina— who was determined to make you hers.

✧ mafia/gang!au, reader is minjeong's younger sister, a little age gap (reader is five years younger than karina), karina is 27 ('98 liner) and reader is 22 ('03 liner), medical student!reader, injuries and blood, little fighting, very flirty!jimin, shy & easily flustered!reader, minjeong is SUPER over-protective, jimin falls in love at first sight, jimin is lwk obsessed (in not a good way tbh), petname (angel), fluff, some angst (not too bad fyi), downbad!jimin, lots of angel/sinner talk, opposites attract trope, proofread — gang leader!jimin x soft fem!reader ⋆ wc! 5.41k °° by how the teaser of this fic already has 150+ notes as I was writing this, I think yall will love this!! And I also LIVE for this like I'm a sucker for a good opposites attract trope okay? Idc what u think, I love this, this is one if not my best fic yet, this is also the new longest fic I've written as of now (i cant believe i wrote this much what), likes n reblogs r appreciated very much, ty love yall<33

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THE AUTUMN LEAVES BLEW ALONG WITH THE WIND. your head turned to the side as you heard the sound of leaves crunching. your legs swung loosely in the air while you watched a black cat walk into view cautiously.

you gasped at the sight, cooing at the cutie to come closer, it cat-walked to you and you immediately scooped it in your arms, dropping her on your lap. it stared up at you, it's head snuggling into your hand that was around it's head with a satisfied purr.

you giggled, finally having found anyone ever since you sat on the front porch of the gigantic mansion that resided in the woods. you'd been waiting for your sister for about an hour now, with zero signs of human life in sight.

you were questioning whether it was actually where your sister lived, in the middle of nowhere, or you were just sitting on the porch of a random haunted house with a cute cat snuggled in your lap.

you heard soft voices coming from further in the woods, am i hallucinating now? you thought, looking as far as you could to see the faces of the voices.

"was it necessary to murder him, jimin?" minjeong rolled her eyes at the ravenette who had her arm around her shoulders. "obviously, he was going to kill you, jeong."

yizhou chuckled, swinging her intertwined hand with aeri's. "girl, your sister is coming, we don't wanna explain to her that your sister got killed because she was busy talking to a cat."

"well, he was adorable, okay?" minjeong retorted and then, the wires in her brain shortcircuited, "wait.. my sister... my sister was coming at four and now it five-fifteen!"

the four halted in their tracks at the revelation and minjeong let out a string of curses, her sister was the most punctual person she knew.

the korean ran her way to their shared mansion, gaze eagerly looking for the shorter kim she loved, to see you kissing her cat. a wide grin pulled up her lips, "y/nie!!" she yelled and your hold on the cat loosened.

you quickly sat the cat down and ran into minjeong's arms. she lifted you up, swirling with you in circles as you both giggled non-stop. "that's enough! put me down, minie!"

she finally put you on the ground and pecked your forehead, "i'm so sorry for making you wait, y/nie. work took longer than expected." she apologized over and over.

"it's okay, in the meantime i got to chat with ninie!" you pulled away from the hug to see three women lined up beside one another.

"hello, i'm kim y/n! i was born 2003, i'm minie's little sister." you bowed and introduced yourself with a smile. "they'll introduce themselves inside the house, now come on in!"

minjeong picked your luggage up as if it weighed nothing to her while you almost passed out getting it all from the road to the porch.

once you were seated in the middle of the couch in the living room with the three teammates of minjeong and herself, they started introducing themselves one by one.

"hello, lil' kim, i'm aeri uchinaga, known as giselle too. welcome to the team!"

"hi sexylicious queen, i'm ning yizhou, many call me ning, some call me a bitch. i'm the youngest out of us and you're younger than me, it's a sign we're going to be besties."

you giggled as yizhou threw a quick wink at you making aeri shove her, "cute and all, but i'm here." you remembered that minjeong did say two of the four were dating each other, you assumed it was them.

then all eyes went to the ravenette sitting beside you with unreal features, almost as if she was a robot. she had an underlying smirk as she spoke, her eyes looking so deep into yours that you were sure she saw through your soul and more.

"hey, i'm yu jimin, i'm often referred to as karina. i promise you'll be taken good care of as long as you're with me." her words were basic reassurances but there was a dark edge to them that you couldn't decipher entirely.

she extended her hand for you to take, which you did with a smile. as you pulled back, her touch lingered, like sparks emitted from the little contact.

that night, it was harder to sleep. you're usually knocked out in five minutes flat, just so tired from studying, you were a medical student after all. but tonight was different, you chalked it up to the unfamiliar environment from your previous home.

on the other hand, jimin was also awake for what felt like all night. she didn't know why, her mind kept drifting to the afternoon earlier.

something about you, she couldn't place her finger on it but she felt drawn to you, she hated that. she swore to herself that she'd never let herself feel anything for anyone, she promised to herself she'd always stick to flings and would never fall for anyone.

she was just overthinking it at this point, she was obviously not going to be anything with her bestfriend's sister, who was five years younger than her, duh.

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turning all the lights off, you plopped down on the bed. you took the pillow beside you, hugging it tight. your teeth held your bottom lip captive as you stared at the ceiling, your mind fuzzy from this new and unknown feeling that bloomed in your heart.

you couldn't get the incidents out of your head, they kept replaying over and over. the woman was stuck in your head and you didn't know if it was a good thing or not.

your heart was in shambles, on the brink of popping out of your chest. the room felt suddenly more hot as if the air conditioner wasn't working when it was already on a high setting.

gosh, what am i thinking? you thought. yet you also couldn't get the moments out of your system. she'd practically plagued you, like a deadly virus spreading through your veins.

good thing you like villains.

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it'd been a week since you initially moved in, the premises of the house were now more familiar. you decided to cook breakfast for you all, so the four can have a meal before work and you can past some time.

you knew you should savor the few days of complete stressfree-ness you have, but you'd adjusted to the busy and hectic schedule of uni and life.

you were either too preoccupied in cooking or had hearing problems as you missed to hear jimin's footsteps come up.

she had a scowl on her face as she walked closer, she thought you should stay away from stuff like cooking, thinking you knew as much about it as she knew about medicine.

however, as the milkshake and waffles came into view, her scowl dropped, replaced with a open mouth-full of shock face. "you made that?" she asked incredulously.

"uh, yeah, i did." you nodded, mouthing a good morning and turning away as fast as you could. had you known she was in a sports bra and shorts, covered in sweat indicating she just came from the inbuilt gym, you wouldn't have turned.

she huffed and turned away, leaving you there with crimson red cheeks, eyes wide as saucers, the image flashing in your mind. you knew it was wrong to ogle at someone's body, but her toned abs? they were enough to make any man and woman drool.

you hurriedly wiped your mouth with your shirts sleeve, swiping your tongue over your bottom lip, did i just drool? over my sister's bestfriend? the thoughts raced in your mind,

what just happened?

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you were peacefully in your room, scrolling on instagram, you'd finished all your work and had nothing to do. it was a boring day, you thought and let out a sigh.

you jumped as you heard a crash downstairs, your feet walking on their own, rushing down to see what the commotion was about to see a woman walk in with minjeong's support, yizhou and aeri following suit, both also holding onto eachother as well.

you ran over to them, the woman turning out to be jimin, her clothes stained vermillion, head thrown back, hand clutching her stomach. the girls were barely holding back their tears.

you got the first aid kit they'd kept for dangerous situations like this, you'd just tried removing a bullet wound yesterday at uni, all you had to do was do it again.

expect it's an actual woman, and jimin too at that.

you took a deep sigh, anxiety creeping in you. shaking your head, you knew you needed to let go of the fear, jimin's life was on the line. you helped her lay down and lifted her shirt.

you were astonished with just how much blood there was everywhere. stuffing all your other thoughts away, you focused on the task at hand.

meticulously removing the bullet, you breathed, unknowingly having held your breath throughout the removal. you rummaged through the kit to find anesthesia before you start stitching.

"we don't have anesthesia.. we don't have anesthesia." the silence was too unbearable as thier mouths were open, unsure of what to do. "i— i'll deal-deal with.. with it." jimin's hushed voice broke the silence.

your heart clenched hearing her cough and gasp in pain and to think of how much it was about to hurt as you stitched the wound? it was enough to make you tear up, but you had more important things to do.

"hold me tight, unnie." it was the first time you called her the respected term. she raised her hand and you took it, placing it on your shoulder for her to hold onto.

you balled up your handkerchief, gently hovering it over her mouth, "keep this in your mouth, please." she did as you asked, biting onto the cloth as you began.

each stitch you did, her grip tightened more around your shoulder, grasping it as if her life depended on it. you were sure her grip was ought to leave marks.

the thick air filled with silence and the only noise being you doing your job. "can you lift your hips for me, unnie?" you asked sweetly, your eyes glossed over, you were so going to scream into your pillow tonight.

she did so and you took some gause, wrapping it around her waist as to prevent her other clothes from getting stained and to protect the wound from any bacteria.

"we're done." the room broke out into relieved gasps, yizhou patted your shoulder and aeri tipped her head up, relieved that her boss was going to be okay.

you removed the handkerchief from the korean's mouth, helping her sit up straight. you ran into the kitchen and came out with some water.

you kept the glass at her lips, slowly helping her drink and cool down her nerves. "you should eat food that will increase your blood levels, unnie." you advised, her gentle nod following.

that day, jimin's annoyance wavered, you weren't the little kid she assumed you were, you were a kind soul— an angel.

a certain switch flicked in her brain and she was now very thrilled to live with you, and take care of you too, ofcourse.

your mind was a mess. you were happy she was okay; you weren't happy that you got to practice removing bullets and stitching so soon. most importantly, you didn't know why you were so relieved that she was alright.

yes, she was your sister's bestfriend, you being worried is justified but being so delighted to know that she trusted you, a medical student who'd never performed on a real person before, to save her? it made you question many possibilities.

and why did the term unnie slip off your tongue so easily? it just did, you also don't know why it did, but it did and that was enough to keep you perplexed and unable to sleep at all that night.

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"what do you think you're doing, yu?" minjeong banged open the door, the hinges nearly breaking off. jimin looked up at minjeong with her signature devilish smile, she hummed, "what am i doing?"

minjeong huffed, "you know what you're doing, quit being stupid!" jimin stood up, eye-to-eye with the other, "i'm just working." she said, tilting her head innocently, with a sly smirk on her lips.

aeri and yizhou walked behind, curious as to why the two besties were arguing and it's necessary for the couple to know all the tea. you were back at uni, unaware of the commotion in the mansion.

"look, i don't give a fuck about your dating life, i don't care if you date a woman six or seven years younger than you; but i do care, a lot, when that woman is my little sister."

minjeong was seething at this point and seeing jimin be so relaxed only angered her further. she loved jimin, she was her ride or die, but her sister came first.

jimin sat back down on her chair, her legs crossed over her desk, hand playing with the smooth gold chain adorning her neck. "don't worry, i'll treat her the way she deserves to be treated, the kids her age won't be able to protect her."

"yeah, well, she doesn't need anyone to protect her, i'm enough to keep her safe!" minjeong's dark gaze pierced through the ravenette's soul, searching for any kind of emotion, anything, but it's her luck that jimin is perfect at masking her emotions.

"i disagree. you care for her, but i'll keep her better than anyone can." jimin stood her ground, she wasn't gonna miss an opportunity to secure her soon-to-be angel.

"weren't you all about, i'll never date anyone, i hate relationships, flings for life?" minjeong quoted, gritting her teeth, all she saw was red. her sister mattered most to her, who she was with mattered equally as much and you dating one of the most dangerous women in korea wasn't gonna happen.

"she's different." jimin retorted, her eyes narrowing and fury levels rising each passing second. minjeong is no one to question her choices. she's the owner of her decisions, you'll catch her dead listening to anyone.

"look, i said it, i don't care, i fucking need you to stay away from my sister." minjeong slammed her fist on the table, she'd never gone against jimin up until now, this wasn't something she wanted to do but the korean is not the one for her sister, in her eyes.

"exactly! i don't care either. whatever you say, i'll make her mine. she is my angel, nobody will get to say or think otherwise." her tone was dark, aura ominous like she could kill hundreds if she wanted to.

minjeong raised her brow, "like i'll let you. my y/nie listens to me. she'll do as i say and what i will say and what will happen is she'll stay away from you and you won't have a chance with her. so, for your sake, try to move on before you fall too deep, yu."

minjeong turned on her heel as if she wouldn't, she would make a rash decision that she'll regret later. her head snapped back as she heard jimin chuckle, taking a complete turn to face her again,

"you know me well, kim, i'll give you that. however... you don't know me well enough. my angel will listen to you but she'll be unhappy, constricted by her sister's beliefs of who i am and how i'll take care of her. now, it's your choice of what you want your sister to think. because, at the end of the day, she'll be my girl."

aeri and yizhou had their mouths hung open, they didn't expect the quarrel to escalate to this degree, but seeing the daggers the two korean's threw at eachother, this is gonna last a while.

minjeong brought her hand up to massage her temples, her blood pressure was having a field day, "it'll be okay, min." yinzhou reassured with a smile.

jimin held the rising smirk on her face, walking past minjeong who scoffed, in your dreams, she muttered. "i'll make my dreams my reality, kim, i promise." jimin chuckled on her way down the stairs.

"jimin's serious, i've never seen her so determined. i think you shouldn't worry, it'll be good that she's dating someone you trust, no?" aeri asked, minjeong only sighed before shaking her head and turning away, the couple following behind.

the three trailed downstairs to see jimin open the door with a sweet smile, "welcome back, angel." she stepped aside, letting you walk in. you greeted her with a grin.

jimin's heart melted at the sight, her hand unknowingly coming up to ruffle your hair, making you freeze. "let's have lunch." she said quickly and walked away, leaving you stunned for the umpteenth time since you started living here.

the three watched the interaction, minjeong's blood boiling at the sight, "kim y/n, come here." your head snapped at the voice and your flushed cheeks and pink ears came into your sister's view, angering her further.

you followed minjeong after dropping your phone and bag, the two of you walking into an empty guest room. "y/n, you're my obedient little sister, right?"

you nodded your head, still confused as to why she brought you alone and called you by your name and not your nickname. "then i need you to do one thing and one thing only, okay?"

you nodded again, "stay away from karina, you can do that for me, yeah?" she held your shoulders. you blinked your eyes, perplexed, "why should i stay away from ji unnie?"

she let out the most dramatic scoff she could in her mind, she has a cute nickname for herself too? "don't ask, just do as i say, understood?" you thought for a little while, you didn't like the idea, you had a better relationship after the bullet incident, you two were closer.

"but i like ji unnie." you said, looking up at minjeong with your soft doe-eyes, she shut her eyes for a moment, "y/n." it wasn't anything much, just a plain call of your name yet it spoke volumes.

you looked down, a pout forming on your lips, "oh-okay..." you drew out and your sister broke into the biggest grin, happily dragging you to the dining table.

you went to sit at your usual place, beside jimin on one side and yizhou on the other, opposite to minjeong when she tugged your wrist again, trying to take you to the furthest seat from the other korean.

jimin's smile dropped, her hand grasping out to hold yours, yanking you to the seat beside her, "come on, i won't eat her, min." she giggled, making minjeong huff before going to her seat.

what was happening, did they fight? why should you stay away from jimin?

the questions bubbled in your brain, zoning you out as the food on your plate was left untouched. jimin nudged you, holding a piece of meat near your lips, "why aren't you eating?"

you glanced at your sister, to see her jaw tight as she angrily chewed on her food. jimin caught your attention again by her hand gently flicking your forehead, "eat, angel."

jimin held a victorious smirk as you ate, confusion everywhere you looked. minjeong was sort of amused, you didn't say a word back, you did what jimin asked you to. was she a witch? were you bewitched?

what was happening was you weren't sure how you felt and jimin turned more down bad each day, little by little.

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lingering touches, stolen glances, the urge to go against your sister and try to maintain your blossoming relation with jimin. the three were increasing at an exponential rate.

by now, jimin was completely smitten by everything that was you and minjeong didn't know what she should do. this relationship shouldn't exist.

you save lives, she takes them. you're selfless— always ready to help anyone, she's selfish— she won't share or compromise. you're the epitome of pink, bows, clips, makeup, clothes, everything; she's black, smokey eyeshadow, chains, rings.

dare we say... she was a punk, you did ballet. except, she was a sinner, you were an angel.

jimin never failed to break minjeong's set boundary of her staying away from you. lame excuses, coming into your room through the window, taking you out for a walk at around 3a.m.

she wasn't good for you. she made you disobey your sister, you'd done this once before, but this time it felt different. you were constantly drowning in guilt while breaking the rule back then.

though now, with your hand interwined with jimin's swinging loosely as you two walked in a park with nobody in sight— it didn't feel wrong. heck, it felt nice, amazing, perfect even.

"i don't think we should keep meeting up like this, unnie." you stopped, turning your head to the ravenette who held a soft smile. "why, angel? is it because of me?"

she tilted her head, her face illuminated by the moonlight falling on her skin. the words were stuck in your throat, you opened your mouth only to look up at her blankly.

you quickly turned your head down, refusing to lock eyes with her. her giggle filled the cool winter air, her hand cupping your cheek, making you lightly shiver at the cold sensation against your practically burning red face.

she leaned down, pressing her lips on your forehead. you were frozen, eyes wide, mouth parted as she pulled back. jimin's eyes fell on your lips, her tongue instinctively swiping over her own bottom lip.

she wanted to kiss you so badly.

the hand that cupped your cheek dropped down to take your hand as she pulled you to sit on the grass with her. you didn't utter a word, your existence currently jumbled up, unsure of what you're feeling and what's happening and what she's doing to make you like this.

every second with jimin is unreal.

"what?" you whisper-said, your mind so close to completely malfunctioning. "i know you love minjeong, and i don't want you to pull away from her. as long as you're happy, i'm happy too."

"i'll talk to minjeong tomorrow and then, if she wants you to stay away from me, then so be it." jimin felt shocked by what she said herself. she hadn't ever let someone decide on her matters before.

jimin raised your hand, pressing another soft kiss on it. she kept your hands intertwined, she could get used to this. seeing you flustered, your head turned up to look at the stars and moon shining in the pool of darkness around them.

jimin turned to the side to stare at you shamelessly and comfortably. she was starstruck by the way you looked. you were bare-faced, in your pajamas and she couldn't keep her eyes away from you.

she loved you, every part of you. your smile, your eyes, you personality, your laugh, your cooking, your style, you.

the moonlight shone on your skin, bouncing off giving it a soft glow, only making her further believe you were an angel. she wanted to call you her angel, she wished you were her angel.

she didn't know what she'll do if minjeong still disagreed. she looked down at her hand that enveloped yours, she didn't want to lose this. you mattered to her. it wasn't about your beauty or your body, it was about each and every thing that was yours.

when did i fall this hard? she thought. the ravenette, too, turned away and looked at the celestial object you were admiring, the faintest rosy tint visible on her cheeks as she let out a sigh.

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"so, you two have been going behind my back? all this time?" minjeong was in disbelief. jimin had told you she'd deal with your sister but you insisted, which leads you to now, with the three of you in jimin's room.

you looked at all places except at your sister, unable to form a coherent sentence, you'd never spoken against your sister. your silence made her sigh.

"have i ever forbid you from dating anyone? i set just one rule, no? all i wanted was for you to keep distance from her, then why did you not do that, y/n? entertain me with atleast one valid reason as to why out of the eight billion people in this world you chose jimin."

she stared at you expectantly, she knew you weren't gonna answer, she was just disappointed. "don't get mad at her, i always initiated our meet ups." the ravenette said sternly.

"so? what did that fact change? she still willingly chose to go out with you." minjeong was really starting to get on her nerves. "angel, leave the room." jimin looked at you, smiling.

"but—" you tried to reject but she beat you to it, "for me?" you slowly nodded, walking out of the room and walking to yours, tears lined your waterline. all you wanted was to be with jimin, what was so wrong in that?

once minjeong heard your door click, her hand directly came in contact with jimin's nose, landing a heavy blow. jimin was amused, to say the least, her finger wiped a little blood that dripped down from her nose.

if this was what it took for minjeong to calm down and get her anger out, she was okay with it. "c'mon, another hit for me, please." she said in a sing-song voice.

after multiple hits in her stomach, jaw, legs and more, minjeong huffed, sitting down beside jimin, where you sat. "i'm scared, yu." she said looking at her bloodied hands with her brows furrowed.

jimin wasn't good either, a big bruise on her cheek, busted lip and bloodied nose, yet she didn't care. it didn't hurt. "i know, i'm too. it's hard not to think of my parents and how their story went but i promised to myself the day we initially fought that i'd always protect her and never become who my parents were."

"it's very worrying, you're much more older than her. she's naïve and thinks the world is bows and smiles when it's not. with me being who i am, a gang member, it's hard for her to not be surrounded by the darkest things in this world."

jimin let out a dry chuckle, "i get it. i'm not much different, am i? i don't think twice before slicing someone's throat and she thinks a hundred times about what she needs to do before picking up her surgical blade."

minjeong laughed too, a emotionless laugh that held no humor or anything, "it's not been easy to make her be who she is and not let her be taken away from me in any shape of form by our rivals."

she continued, "the reason i wanted you to stay away was you're not only a gang member, you're the leader, the main boss that handles most dark things that happen in all of south korea."

jimin hummed, "i know but.. i tried, trust me i tried to stay away, to maintain distance, but fuck, i — i just couldn't. she made me break my own promise of never falling for anyone. with her, the thought that we could end up like my parents doesn't cross my mind."

"alright, you can be with y/n. but, i swear to god, if i see a—" minjeong couldn't complete her sentence before the ravenette jumped up, happiness etched on her features.

minjeong sighed with a smile, shaking her head, how is she twenty seven when she acts like this? "let me finish, yu." hearing the other call her by her last name, jimin knew the talk wasn't over.

she stood still, waiting for minjeong to talk, "if i see a single scratch on her or a singular tear in her eye because of you, i promise i will make sure you get the worst death possible. i hope you remember that i do most of the torturing."

minjeong held onto the collar of the korean's shirt, "trust me, i will. it hurts more to see her sad than it did when i got shot. and i've said this many times before, but she's my angel. i'll treat her better than anyone else."

with a roll of her eyes and a mock scoff, minjeong let go of jimin's shirt and pulled her in for a hug, jimin giggled, "finally, we're besties again and not enemies!" minjeong hit her on the back, "shut up before i hit you more."

"speaking of, let me get my wounds taken care of by my angel." jimin essentially skipped her way to your room with the most happy grin that the girls have ever seen her in.

"looks like the issues resolved." aeri laughed with yizhou, giving eachother a high-five. "mission jimy/n, accomplished."

you gasped as your eyes fell on jimin who was bloodied and had bruises littered on her arms, legs and face. "what happened?!" you got the first aid kit, pulling jimin to sit down on your bed.

you slowly treated her wounds, wondering why she was so giddy even though she was covered I'm bruises, "did minie do this?" you asked with gloomy eyes, making a pang resonate in jimin's heart.

"well, we just had a little fight, but she said that you can stay with me now!" jimin exclaimed, her smile widening impossibly more when you lit up. "really?" you asked, tilting your head, staring up at her with soft eyes.

she fell in love all over again.

she nodded, her hand softly ruffling your hair, making you giggle. deciding to be bold, you stood up, her brows furrowed as she waited for you to do something.

you leaned down, gently placing a kiss on her cheek, your own dusted pink and ears red. you stood straight again, biting your lip to see her reaction— she was speechless. heart racing a mile a minute and mind fuzzy from the contact.

"the wounds have been treated." you said before rushing out of your room and jimin was left lovestruck. love wasn't so bad after all.

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"now, can you tell me why we're here, ji?" you asked curiously looking around the beautiful cherry blossom garden jimin took you out to see.

she turned around, eyes full of love as you smiled at the pretty scene in front of you, "i brought you here to say what i've been wanting to for a while now."

you looked at her with anticipation, "what is it?" you pondered as she took a deep breath, "i know i'm not the best person in the world, i do bad things; i'm aware that i'm a sinner."

your brows furrowed as she talked, your heart racing, am i dreaming right now? you thought, "you, you're the most kind person i've met, so selfless and always ready to help whenever you can. you're an angel."

your cheeks were crimson and your eyes were wide, lips parted, rendered unable to get a word out. she smiled, "too flustered to talk, my angel?" she leaned in closer.

"so, y/nie, will you be my angel? will you accept my love? will you be my girlfriend?" you brain went haywire the moment she uttered the words, my angel.

you lightly nodded and whispered a yes, so softly that if she'd be even a little bit further away, the sound wouldn't have reached her ears.

she brought her bottom lip between her teeth, "can i kiss you, angel?" you meekly nodded again, you'd never kissed anyone before. to have your first kiss with jimin, surrounded by cherry blossoms, in spring? it was all a dream come true.

your eyes fluttered shut as she closed the gap between you two, connecting her lips with yours. her hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer.

having watched many romance dramas, you'd seen your fair share of kisses, your hands hesitantly went to her neck, her hair curling around your fingers. you did have to stand on your tippy toes, and she did have to lean down a bit— but, the kiss. the kiss was purely magical.

and like that, you became the sinner's angel.

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Would the reader ever fall in love with vitrum mark? Like a Stockholm syndrome situation also would he do anything to try and keep the reader living longer to stay together longer?

No blurb for this this time sorry but hmmm I did think about this. I think reader would come to 'tolerate' Viltrum Mark and maybe there would be small moments of friendliness between them, but I feel like he'd need to do something big like save their life from a threat (an actual threat, not the demise of earth by his hand), I'm open to ideas about this btw.

I think he would be really worried about the lifespan ordeal, it's something he thought of when he brought you to Viltrum, when he married you, whenever he kills something and is reminded of the futility of other races.

I'm just throwing stuff at the wall and seeing what sticks atp but I had an idea where during a conquest or invasion of some sort he could stumble across some sort of sleeping pod that uses either cryostasis technology or some alien technology I can't describe.

It would hurt to lock you up in a pod, so it's only a last resort if you REALLY crossed a line. Something like trying to run and stow away on a Viltrumite ship, dragging you kicking and screaming to a secret chambers deep in the empire where the technology was kept, "you'll be safe here." He says, "I'll move my bed here to see you everyday." He says.

During that time, maybe he'd recruit scientists or some of the most brilliant minds in the multiverse to create a lifespan-extending formula, bracelet, serum, anything. (Something like the Flaxans bracelet in s1) think of it as a small surprise when he decides its safe for you to come out.

In the meantime, Mark spends his 'you-time' pacing back and forth while staring at your sleeping form through the haze of frost on the protective glass, the most peaceful he'd seen you since he tore you away from earth. Ocassionally, he'd take a step closer and talk to it as if you could hear him. "I miss you.", "you were never this cold.", "wait for me.", "I love you so much."

Another idea I had was clones, since it is possible in the Invincible universe, but it felt too... dismissive. I think he'd value his spouse, the *original* spouse, it wouldn't feel right if he was just kissing a lump of meat with your face and memories, there always would be a nagging voice in the back of his head telling him he needed a new toy since his old one 'broke'

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Game of Pretend

[Spencer Reid x Reader]

summary: In which friends with benefits go undercover as a married couple and they ended up playing the part almost too good.

pairing: spencer reid x f!bau!reader

w.c: 2.7K

warnings/content: criminal minds case related stuff; suggestive content (no smut!); graphic descriptions of violence and wounds; idiots in love/friends with benefits trope; their love language is touch, you'll notice that; just a little bit of angst.

A/N: and I'm back. again. this challenge motivated me to write cause I was really going through it. but anyways. this is my entry for @imagining-in-the-margins “Undercover Challenge” with the prompt “Characters go undercover as a married couple” and the dialogue prompt “I'm just acting.” “Oh, so you can make your heart race on command?”

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“He’s looking over here.”

You looked at your partner, taking a sip of your non-alcoholic beverage slowly as you slightly inclined your neck to watch the UnSub having a drink in the other end of the bar counter.

“Let’s start the show then.” You winked at Spencer, earning a scowl that he quickly masked into a loving smile towards you.

Such an in love husband.

“He’s staring at her.”

JJ’s voice boomed into your ear as a warning as you reached for Spencer's hand, intertwining your fingers.

“My mom wants us to visit her first thing after the honeymoon.” You said, playing with the straw of your cup. “We should extend it.” That got a laugh out of him and you felt his curls tickling your temple as he leaned closer.

“We can do whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want?”

“Yeah, baby.” You didn't know why the nickname surprised you but it did.

Spencer watched as your eyes traveled across this face in contemplation, wonder. He's just playing his part.

“Whatever I want huh?” You hummed softly, cheek leaning on your hand. Spencer knew that expression. He has lived with it these past months whenever you were going to do something you knew would piss him off. Often to tease him.

God he hated that look. Your teasing was relentless.

He pulled a strand of your hair behind your ear, his hand lingering near your cheek. His touch was warm and in spite of not really being a fan of physical touch, you'd always find yourself leaning closer to Spencer at certain moments. He represented some type of safety to you, you never really read too much into it, but you also never denied yourself to be close to him when you wanted to.

The way his eyes briefly shifted from behind you to you again told you the UnSub was closer this time.

“We could maybe do that thing in bed we were thinking of trying…”

The way Spencer choked on his own spit — he had a drink but he didn't even touch it — made you grin so big your mouth could split open. What he did with touches you were able to do with words.

“Kinky.”

You heard through your earpiece and Emily's voice almost got you to crack. You didn't.

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper, “Well, I have a few ideas I’ve been wanting to try but yeah, it's not like we have all the time in the world now.” You bit your cheek, hating the fact that he paid with the same coin. You, on the other hand, felt your neck heating up. His honey brown eyes stared you down and you saw the edge of his lips quivering in amusement. Caught you. You could read his thoughts.

“Oh, shit! I'm so sorry, miss.”

And you needed the UnSub to act to get out of your staring contest, you didn't know if that was good or bad.

First move — to accidentally bump into his victims with his drink ✓

Perfectly done.

Second move — the victim goes into the women's bathroom to clean herself up.

Now, it's your move.

Spencer heavily glared at the man as he insisted to buy you another drink, but you squeezed his arm and brought his attention back to you. Your voice was calm and calculated, a pointed gaze sent his way. I'm going to the bathroom, watch out for his partner. I got him.

“I’ll come with you.”

You halted, practically feeling the guy's gaze on your back. He had walked away after apologizing a thousand times but he was the one to watch the woman enter the bathroom while his partner stayed outside with the car, ready to take off.

They had fallen for the bait, it had been a simple stakeout. The whole reason the women were caught without any commotion was because they went into the bathroom alone. So why the fuck did Spencer want to come in with you? It wasn't part of the plan.

“Honey, it's the women's restroom.” You laughed as if that was the most funny thing in the world. Hotch’s deep angry voice resonated through the earpiece, telling Spencer off. You didn't have time to dwell on it because you were already moving away from your husband's pouty figure.

Flashforward and you were sitting in the back of an ambulance with an EMT tending to your superficial wounds. Nothing serious happened, a minor physical conflict when the man noticed you were about to fight back. He got a punch in your eye. You knocked him out with a swing of your leg. That was it. Still, Spencer was fretting.

“You need a head CT.”

“You need to calm down.” You told him with a sigh after pulling him away from the EMT so he would stop bugging them about your health. “Jesus Christ, I've been through worse. Relax.”

“He had a syringe to your neck—” He started and you interrupted him with a bored tone.

“Didn’t even graze my neck, Spencer.”

“It could've!”

Your voice was resigned because you were tired. All you needed was your bed and sleep twenty-four hours straight. That fucking duo of bastards had you and your team chasing them for a week. “Okay, honey, drop the overprotective husband act. We're off the stage. I'm fine.”

Spencer seemed to get the point and left you alone. After Hotch congratulated you for a good undercover job, he let you know you were not going back tonight because the jet would only be ready in the morning. So yeah, no warm bed with your soft mattress and your fairy lights tonight. Just the old musty bedding in your motel bedroom. At least it was a room for one, you didn't have to share with anyone else neither would you have patience to do it.

Emily and JJ followed you on your way to your room. You noticed their exchange of looks right away.

“Spit it out.”

JJ blinked innocently at you. “What?”

Pressing your thumb against the bridge of your nose, you tiredly said, “You two are either flirting shamelessly right in front of me or silently discussing something about me. I believe is the second option so spit.it.out.”

Emily wasn't one to beat around the bush when it was something she wanted information on.

“You and Reid at the bar.”

“You mean where we served as bait to catch the UnSub?”

“That kinky talk all of a sudden, I mean.” Emily smirked as JJ chuckled beside her.

The only thing you could do was offer her a blank expression. You also knew how to play dumb like JJ just did a few seconds ago.

“Oh, please. He didn't even bat an eye at you!” She carried on, raising a brow. “Something’s going on, right?”

You narrowed your eyes at them.

“What is this, fifth grade?”

Emily let out a groan that echoed the hallway just as you reached your door. Their respective rooms were a few doors down.

“Told you she wouldn't reveal anything.”

“I had hope.”

You rolled your eyes before pressing your key in the keyhole and opening your door. “Goodnight, girls.”

You liked certainty.

It was so much easier when people would be straight forward and simply put the cards on the table to avoid misunderstandings.

You've had that trouble in relationships throughout your life. The experience of navigating a situationship on eggshells. Am I giving too much expectations? Am I having too many expectations? Is this even worth my time? Sometimes you just wanted to take the edge off. Simple and effective. No strings attached.

Somehow, you never had that issue with Spencer. That doubt.

“Serendipity,” he said one night. Your limbs were tangled under the sheets and he just blurted out the word as if you were supposed to know what it meant without any context.

You looked up at him, your lashes barely letting you open your eyes since your latest activities had tired you out. “What?” You were used to Spencer’s random bursts of smart comments.

“It means when you…” He paused to kiss the back of your neck, causing you to squirm away only briefly, a smile growing in your lips. “... find something good accidentally…” another kiss, his hands wrap around your waist slowly. “without meaning to.”

“Oh.” You turned around as his arms caged you in, supporting your torso against his chest. You liked how his eyes seemed relaxed after you spent a night together. Ever since you met Spencer, he never had a healthy night sleep. Either because of a good book or worry. He never really rested. You had that in common. That was probably why you two clicked immediately in more ways than one. “You’re saying i’m that something good you found, Doc? Careful, I'll start thinking you’re getting attached.”

Certainty was in your agreement when you decided to turn friends with benefits. Things were pretty clear for the two of you since the beginning. Both wanted to just… forget about your jobs for a little while. And that's what you did.

That agreement was none of everyone's concern but yours. So you didn't tell anyone. It was your own thing, which was going well so far.

Too well.

You were too good at ignoring signs. All your life, you've been so focused on not getting attached that it usually worked well in your favor. But you realized you fucked up when after a bad day the only person you wanted around was him. And sex wasn't what you had in mind. Spencer’s presence was inviting and all you desired after being (barely) beaten up was to tangle your limbs with his and call it a night.

That's bad. Your brain warned. Very bad. Cut it off before it gets worse.

You stood in front of his door, staring at the wood as if it would knock on its own. Why were you even there? Maybe you should apologize because you felt like you did something wrong when he looked pissed moments before he left the crime scene. But then you remembered that he left. How dare he?

He answered your harsh knocks with a confused frown. His glasses were perched up on the tip of his nose, probably had slipped down while he tried to sprint to answer the inconvenient person at the door in the middle of the night.

“Is everything okay?” You entered without an invite and crossed your arms, waiting patiently until he closed the door. You were mad. You didn't have any reason to be mad.

“You left.”

He placed the book you only now noticed was on his hand on the nightstand. His nose scrunching up in confusion. “Left what?”

“You left the crime scene.” You left me — you wish you had say but you would've sound like a jealous girlfriend. Which you were none. “Didn’t wait for anyone.”

He didn't reply right away, his eyes accessing you carefully. He wasn't mad anymore. He wasn't even mad before. Just frustrated. You were just doing your part of the job and he let emotion go in the middle. It happens. Though the absolute terror he felt right before he got into the restroom was another thing. He never felt that before, it didn't just happen.

“I was tired, just wanted to… get some rest.” His eyes then softened which contributed to you feeling like a fool. “I’m sorry I didn't wait for you.”

“That’s not the point.”

He nodded, approaching you with careful steps. He wanted to redeem himself. You sighed in exasperation, running a hand over your face but you flinched when you touched your wounded brow.

With a gentle touch to your chin, he tilted your head upwards to check on your wound. Your eyes followed him every move. You felt like you could melt into a puddle. His touch was exactly what you needed.

“Does it hurt too bad?”

“No.”

“It may still be sore.” He observed, brushing your hair away from your forehead. Your eyes fell shut, you couldn't help it, your body had its own mind. “I’m sorry I reacted that way. It wasn't professional.” He mumbled after a long pause between the two of you. You had already given up on your tough act, resting your cheek against his chest as his fingers worked through your hair.

“Fuck professional.” You said, nuzzling against his neck while your arms wrapped around his shoulders. You fit perfectly and that would always amaze you. Spencer never rejected your touch and it made you wonder, for a moment, if you were being unbearable. That thought was quickly shut down by him pressing you closer.

“Your heart is racing.” He pointed out, both of his arms tightening around you as if that was supposed to make it better.

“I’m just acting.” You whispered, enjoying the sound of his laughter after you said it.

Spencer leaned back, quirking up an eyebrow looking down at you “Oh, so you can make your heart race on command huh?”

“I bet you got a scientific fact just on the tip of your tongue.”

“When you exercise, your heart rate increases,” he started slowly and you felt his fingers draw up your shirt slightly. You liked where that was going. His raised his hand until it was right by your chest, so he pressed his open palm right by your heart. You ignored the shivering. “It is actually very easy to raise it. When you take the stairs… When you're running on a treadmill…” He lowered his lips to your neck. “But when you're not doing any hard work with your body, let's say, it's even easier. Like now.”

The way he pressed kisses down your neck made your eyes flutter shut.

“If you're experiencing strong emotions like excitement or… stress? Which I know isn't the case right now, is it?”

“Oh, shut up.”

He chuckled, kissing the corner of your mouth. Before he could move to your lips, you drew back, but not so much.

“I came here to talk to you about something.” He withdrew his hands from your waist, his fingers traveled up your arms and he squeezed them reassuringly, urging you to go on. “So… this. Between us. It's cool, right?” Suddenly, you weren't good at communication at all. You barely remembered your own name.

“Yes?” His brows furrowed slowly. “Why? Do you want to stop?”

Your brows shot up. “No! No. That's not— it's not about that.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, I mean…” You place a hand on his chest, taking a deep breath so you could gather your thoughts. “It’s not that it's wrong. But. Have you ever considered…”

Spencer tilted his head so he would catch your gaze. “Considered…?”

“Becoming serious. Exclusive. Like a—you know.”

You would've pushed him back annoyed because of how his face was scrunching while he tried to prevent a laugh. He was laughing at you. He held you back, hand crawling up your back to keep you in place. You felt like a fool.

“Yes.” He whispered, cupping your cheeks to make you look at him despite your annoyance. “Yes, I do want to be a couple. Exclusive. Whatever you want to call it. I want you to be my girlfriend.”

“Don’t sound too excited.”

“But I am excited.” Spencer emphasized, pulling your face closer which made you smile a little. “I was waiting for the right time, I didn't want to pressure you. I thought you would cut me out of your life and I'd rather just… stay with our deal instead of that being the case.”

“I’d never cut you out of my life, Spencer.” You said with your shoulders slumping in disappointment that he even thought that.

He nodded, resting his forehead on yours and silence took over both of you for a moment. Just your breathing balancing together.

“Stay the night?” His request was useless because you were about to do that anyway.

“Mhm, yeah, I'll stay.”

“Good.” He kissed you, his warm hands wrapping around your waist. “Girlfriend, right?”

You let out a loud groan. “Shut up.”

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[ghostgirl-22]

you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to but..

patrick spiking arts drink with like viagra or an aphrodisiac and then “helping him out” because he’s such a good friend <3

Oh but I want to!! <3

This is post Artrick and Patashi break up and Patrick and Art end up in Vegas at the same bachelor party for a high school friend. Maybe Art has it coming? Maybe Patrick is like the best friend he’s ever had <3

Heed all warnings cause Patrick is totally remorseless and unlike everyone who does something bad in those old black and white movies I’ve been watching lately, he absolutely gets away with it. Sorry not sorry!

CW: intoxication, secret drugging, cnc, dub con (in the sense that Art doesn’t have all the information, but he wants it, he told me). This is pretty much what it says in the ask. Obviously don’t read if this makes you uncomfortable. Not proofread.

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It’s bad and wrong, and wrong, and so fucking wrong.

Patrick might tell the truth later. Might let Art get back at him because even for him this is kinda fucked up. But to be fair, he only did it because he was horny. And maybe he wanted a little revenge.

It all started at the bachelor party. It’s the first time they’d seen each other since Tashi’s injury and everything. 

Both of them trying to put it all aside for their high school buddy Addison’s Vegas bachelor party. He’s hosting it with his husband to be…this older, rich tech company guy. Patrick thinks it’s a bit annoying. Even if he was gonna marry some dude he wouldn’t want the guy crashing his bachelor party— he should have his own and hang out with his own friends. but that’s beside the point. 

Patrick thought Art wouldn’t dare show up because Patrick was always closer with Addison. Art probably thought the same thing about him. And yet…surprise. 

Thankfully they barely have a minute alone together sober. Sober, Art is so cool. 

Cool. 

Cold. 

Icy, even. 

Totally Remorseless. They make small talk. He’s dating her now, the little shit. She’s coaching him. He’s playing Indian Wells in a few months. Patrick ponders hating Art. He doesn’t know if he’s quite there yet but it feels like he’s close. 

He still looks so pretty though. 

It’s a reunion of sorts. A lot of their old teammates came. Addison rented the penthouse suite in the Bellagio, private elevator, crazy views… fifteen guys… seven rooms, not that anyone plans to sleep.

Art and Patrick had been known to read each others minds in the past and it feels like that hasn’t changed. Apparently they’ve silently agreed that the last thing they want is people asking things like… “what the fuck happened? you two used to be so close.” Which is how they end up in this unspoken truce pretending like it’s all normal between them. All the way down to the expectation of them sharing a room. Which is fine because, again, no one is really planning on sleeping.

Everyone meets up in the afternoon and they start in the casino. Getting tipsy on watered down liquor while they all spend way too much money. All of them rich kids, or recovering rich kids. Patrick’s not using his parents money but he’s still reckless like he is, so certain he’s gonna make it all back on the craps table.  Art doesn’t gamble so Patrick decides to make him blow on his dice, as a joke the way girls do in movies. of course he wins it all back and quite a bit more on a real risky bet. It’s annoying in the way. He’s glad he won but it feels like it’s Art that can’t lose. Suddenly everyone at the table is asking him to bless their dice. Like he’s just so fucking lucky all the time. 

Patrick doesn’t push his own luck. Whatever the fuck is left of it.

The whole group cleans up and goes out to dinner in the evening. They catch up on their lives since school and tell silly, fun, embarrassing stories to Addison’s husband to be. Afterwords they go to a show. A magic show. Tipsy and cheering at the tricks like they’re back in 6th grade. It’s easy. It’s fun, actually. He barely has to be alone with Art.

By 11pm they’ve started bouncing around the strip from club to club. Bar to bar. Party to party. Mostly gay bars and drag shows which no one minds because honestly they all just love Addison so much. They’re getting properly drunk now. 

It’s then when Art begins getting attention on a level that even he’s not used to from all these really hot guys… that’s when everything gets messy. Drunk and flushed, Art has no idea how to receive any of it except to turn all his repressed homosexual energy back onto the safest target. Patrick.

“We’ll just pretend to be together, you know? So they stop…touching me.” He explains loudly in Patrick’s ear.

Patrick smiles, just about drunk enough to put up with this bullshit. “Okay…fine… whatever… fuck it.”

It doesn’t feel pretend though, especially when they end up soaking wet at this all night foam party just downstairs in their hotel. It’s way too late at night, so many guys jumping up and down all sweaty and hot. Boys kissing. Touching. Shirts unbuttoned, the music too loud, skin too soft. Art hanging all over him, so drunk they actually start grinding to the music. The bass competing with Patrick’s heartbeat for which can go faster.  Feelings so complicated Patrick might need 24 hours in the psych ward to sort it all out. 

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas right? 

Patrick needs a minute. He leaves Art alone, barely able to take anymore. He uses the excuse of needing the restroom. It’s not even a second before at least two guys are swooping in, competing to take his place, one of them their other teammate Lachlan who’s got a wife at home and a child on the way. 

God. 

Patrick needs another fucking drink. Addisons already at the bar and Patrick leans in next to him. 

“What’s that?” He asks Addison as he’s adding powder to his glass.

“It’s a magic pill,” Addison laughs.

”Magic?” Patrick hiccups. 

“Yeah like… like horny candy.” 

Patrick pouts, brows raised in confusion. maybe he’s a little too drunk for this game.

“Viagra. Sometimes i spike my boyfriend— my fiancés drink with it. See.” He holds up a little pill and crushes it under his glass on the bar

Patrick laughs. “Isn’t that kinda fucked up?”  

“Well…I mean… probably yes… but you know he’s older. So I feel like I’m doing this for his ego.” Addison explains.

“Hm,” Patrick ponders. “Have you ever tried it?”

“I’ve had a sip of his drink before when i didn’t want him to know i spiked it. We ended up going at it all fucking night.” Addison grins. “It’s not necessarily for guys our age…but there’s no harm in it as long as it doesn’t last more than four hours i guess. which is easy if you just fuck. Here. You can take one with your… boyfriend? girlfriend?”

the way Patrick feels right now, his dick is so hard he can’t even fathom the point of viagra but he lets Addison drop the pill in his hand anyway. who knows? He’ll be 24 in six months. A proper grown up. maybe his dick will be the next part of his body that will lose the will to live.

“Are you still bisexual Pat?” Addison leans in stroking Patrick’s bare chest. “Cause we’re kinda open and wouldn’t mind trying it with you tonight, and you know… the more the merrier if you want blondie to join us.”

They both glance at Art, dancing all drunk and unabashed between both guys. their hands all over his lithe figure while the speaker blares Bad Romance by Lady Gaga.  

Patrick rolls his eyes and looks back at Addison. “He may be a fucking tease but we both know he would never. But I think I need more to drink before I get back to you.”

“Well…You know where to find us… preferably before this kicks in!” Addison raises his glass. 

Patrick waves to the bartender, fingering the pill in his other hand. Then it sort of hits him like a ton of bricks. This nasty idea. More than a little fucked up. He almost wants to touch himself just thinking about it. 

He orders two drinks. Rum and coke. Nothing crazy different than what they’ve been drinking all night. Crushes the pill into dust under the cold glass and swirls his finger with the powder into the glass he wants to give to Art..

Oh he feels a little gross. Most people around him too drunk… the bartender too busy to notice what he’s doing. 

Art doesn’t think twice; he trusts Patrick so much. What a wonder to betray someone and still think you can trust them so completely. like none of it matters. Art let’s Patrick “save” him from the other boys touching him.

“I swear i feel like Lach was turned on,” he hiccups, swallowing the drink down. “Like I could feel his… you know what.” He continues in Patrick’s ear. 

”Really? Could you?” Patrick asks, dryly. Stupid. He still acts so… innocent oblivious. Patrick just wants to fuck shake him. He’s beyond hating Art. He doesn’t hate him. Could never hate him. He does hate that after all this fucking time he’s still not over him. 

It doesn’t take long for Art to feel it. He’s back to clinging to Patrick. All over him as a way to keep the other boys away. Patrick starts to notice him adjusting himself, getting breathy, getting anxious. Gripping a little too tightly.   

“Uh I need um…um…  is it too hot in here?” He says in Patrick’s ear. “I need water.” 

“What?” Patrick asks like he didn’t hear him. Keeps his body pressed close, hot breath in Patrick’s ear.

“The room… I think I need to go back to the room.” 

Patrick shrugs. They tell a couple of the guys they’re leaving. And of course get teased for being lightweights at 4 in the morning. Only in Vegas. 

Art has his eyes closed, knees knocked together, too drunk, so aroused. He’s resting the side of his head against the wall of the private elevator as they make their way up to penthouse.

”Sleepy?” Patrick asks, standing in his space. 

Art’s all glassy eyed, cheeks flushed, pupils blown wide when he gazes at Patrick. “Um… yeah… yeah.” He stammers.  

Patrick smirks, tangles his fingers into Arts damp hair. He hums, eyes closed immediately, lips parted. And then the elevator dings and Patrick lets go. Arts eyes open and he stumbles out behind Patrick. 

In the room Art’s trying to hide it from Patrick. Trying to keep himself together. He drinks a lot of water from the mini fridge. Tries to go in the bathroom but Patirck gets there first. Not to pee or anything, he’s too fucking hard for that. Probably just to keep Art from jerking himself silly over the toilet. 

Patrick strips down to his boxers for sleep. Brushes his teeth in the mirror. The whole time he’s tenting, so ridiculously aroused, thinking of Art squirming, Viagra unknowingly coursing through his system. 

Patrick decides he’s probably not a good person but right now he doesn’t fucking care. 

He reaches inside his boxers to adjust himself before returning to the bedroom, but he has to touch himself just a little first. A few gentle jerks over the length of his dick and he’s catching his breath. He tucks himself up, snug against the waistband of his boxers and takes a few deep breaths. 

When he walks back in the bedroom, Art is sitting on the edge of the bed, one hand down his pants, tugging himself, little soft moans escaping his lips. He panics when he sees Patrick and tries to save face but it’s kinda too late. 

“Uh sorry… uh… it’s not—” 

“You like boys Art?” Patrick teases.

“No… I just… I think I’m overstimulated.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah I… I… it was a lot of touching. I was…” he takes a deep breath. “I mean I know I was a little bit um… turned on when they were…when the three of us were…when I could feel…” 

“When they had you sandwiched between them?”

”Fuck.” He whispers. “yeah a little…i guess more than I thought.” He admits. 

Patrick sits next to him on the bed. “Yeah me too.” He pads his palm over the outline of his own cock. 

Art staring, fingers gripping the sheets as he whispers a barely audible, “Jesus.”  

“We could… maybe… help each other out,” Patrick suggests.

Art looks up at his face, eyes narrowed.

”I mean nothing would change. It’d just be a one time favor between… old friends.”

Art looks down again, knee bouncing. Desperate enough to say: “Okay um…you mean like jerk off together? Like in high school?”

“Or…” Patrick gets on his knees on the floor in front him. 

“Patrick I—I’m not gonna do—“ he stammers. 

“I’m not asking you to… do you want me to do it to you or not?”

He takes a deep, shaky breath and then he nods.

Patrick moves between his thighs and tugs his zipper down further, eases his boxers down and hears Art let out a gentle gasp as his cock is released. Oh it’s painfully full. Poor thing he’s practically humping into Patrick’s mouth the moment he gets contact. 

“Mm, fuck,” Art sighs relieved to get the sensation. Patrick almost wants to touch himself. Can feel his heartbeat pounding in his ears while licking all along the base. Taking his time, swirling his tongue around the tip. He looks up at Art as he does it. He’s got his eyes closed, one hand holding himself upright on the bed and two fingers of his other hand shoved deep into his mouth as he moans around them. 

Oh. Right. Fucking oral fixation. Patrick’s drunk brain vaguely supplies. 

He’s distracted for a minute while kissing along the tip, licking, teasing, sucking and watching Art slide his fingers into and out of his mouth. Gorgeous little thing. 

Patrick severely underestimates how close he is.  And suddenly his face is getting painted with heated pearly liquid. “Oh.. ohfuckfuck’msorry… fuck.” Art groans around his fingers, hitching his hips involuntarily as more and more spurts out. 

Patrick opens his mouth and catches some on his tongue, he can’t help laughing a bit at how fucking crazy all of this is. On the floor of the penthouse suite at the Bellagio and he’s on his knees for his ex best friend who’s all drugged out on harddick medicine, and probably just gave him his first ever facial.

Patrick wipes a lot of it off on his arm and thumbs some of the excess off his cheek and nose, licking it into his mouth. “Well fuck.” He breathes. “You got a lot of that in you.” 

“Oh god…I didn’t mean to…Jesus, Pat look….” Art whines. Somehow he’s still almost as hard as he was before. 

Patrick runs his fingertips gently over the length, still spasming lightly. “You really had fun tonight huh?” 

“Oh fuck… this never… this never h-happens.” He stammers.  

“Really? You don’t get this turned on for women?”

Art presses his lips together, like he doesn’t want to admit to anything. He sits on his hands. “I um…” 

“Why don’t we try this,” Patrick says. “Don’t freak out…”  He goes to his travel bag for lube. 

“What—“ Art begins when he sees it. 

“I said relax,” Patrick says. 

Art leans back on his elbows as Patrick straddles him. “What are we doing?” 

“You already fucking jizzed in my face, just relax. You owe me this.” 

Art takes another shaky breath. Patrick covers his palm in lube and covers Art’s heavy, swollen cock. Art groans and shivers at the feel of it. So fucking sensitive. Patrick eases his own out and then takes them both in hand, lined up he starts jerking. Both of them moaning immediately, like a chorus, the sound filling up the room.

It’s sinful actually. The way it sounds. It’s probably something that would’ve made Art cry when he was 14 and so very afraid of drinking alcohol and swear words and sex before marriage. 

Now he’s moaning like a whore  around his fingertips, hips jerking up into Patrick’s fist, both of their cocks heated and swollen. Patrick is barely hanging on. He wonders if anyone else came home. If they can hear them fucking, neither of them holding back as Patrick moves faster and faster. 

Art falls apart seconds later, come coating Patrick’s palm, dripping between his fingers. and then Patrick’s following shortly after. Shooting spurts of come, aiming some at Art’s bare chest maybe as a little bit of payback. “Take them out of your mouth,” Patrick hisses. Art gazes up at him and slowly pulls his fingers out.   

Patrick pushes him all the way down on the bed and kisses him roughly. Art drawing his knees up, socked feet flat on the bed and arching into it. Tongues and spit everywhere. Patrick taking a minute to replace his lips on Art’s mouth with his come stained fingers. just to feel the eager way Art sucks them in, pulling hard with his tongue. If Art realizes he’s tasting himself, tasting Patrick, he isn’t complaining. 

Patrick pulls out, wet and sloppy and turns Art’s pretty face back into the kiss, deepening it till he’s moaning into Patrick’s mouth. Doing everything he can for more of the sensation. Grinding his hips up, his still heavy cock sliding along Patrick’s bottom. 

“Oh fuck,” Patrick groans because it’s still so hard. “You wanna fuck me?” 

“mm, my god,” is all Art can manage. 

“I won’t tell your girlfriend.” 

That draws him out of whatever messy trance he’s in and Art pulls away from Patrick, panting. “Oh god… why won’t it go away? ‘m is there something wrong with me?” He whines, suddenly teary eyed. 

“Like what?” Patrick asks, carefully. He doesn’t want to over do it.  

“I dunno… I dunno. I’m so… did i drink too much? I just… i just wanna… i feel so fucking horny…and I can’t calm down. I just… i wanna just… fuck. I’m… I’m so sorry, Patrick.”

Tired and drunk and overstimulated from all the sex he starts getting emotional. “I’m so sorry for everything. I think I love you. I think I’m fucking in love with you, Patrick. I think about you all the time when I’m fuck—”

”Okay shut the fuck up,” Patrick snaps gently, because the last thing he wants is to feel bad for him on a sentence like that. The last thing he wants is to spiral thinking about the two of them together getting everything they want without him. “You want my help?”

”Yes,” Art sniffles.   

“Here…” he hands Art the rest of the lube. “put this on and just… you can fuck me till you’re all fucked out. just imagine I’m a fucking fleshlight or something.” 

“Really?” He hiccups, and he looks so grateful like he’s gonna cry again. 

“Hey… come on, stop man. Just… I’m doing you a favor. Don’t fucking cry about it.” 

“I’m sorry,” he whispers and wipes his nose on the back of his palm. “I’m sorry. you’re right. Thank you so much. I’m sorry.” 

Patrick rolls his eyes and settles onto the pillow. he’s going to hell probably. Art is so fucking drunk, thinks he’s just trying to come down from some normal night where he got too overwhelmed. He thinks Patrick is just being such a good friend. 

It’s so fucking messed up but honestly it also feels really fucking good. Covered in lube. His unbearably repressed ex best friends dick, the same dick he’s been dreaming about since the first time he saw it. That pretty dick pumping in and out of him over and over again. 

“And don’t worry,” he whispers to Art. “it’s not even gay” because Patrick is just helping him relax. “It’s not even real sex I promise.” Even though Patrick can’t count how many times Art comes. Maybe 4, maybe 7. How many times Patrick’s nutted all over the pristine hotel sheets. He knows he’s managed to spill at least 3 times before Art is finally done, done. And Patrick is covered in his come and sweat and spit and tears he couldn’t be happier.

Art nearly wets himself in his rush to get to the bathroom after it all. Probably just relieved to finally be able to go. 

Patrick is so pleasantly sore and drunk and warm. He’s still covered in the sticky mess of it, knowing it’ll be much grosser on waking but he can’t bring himself to move. Art stumbles, back into the king sized bed, moving away from the wet spot but still burying his head near the crook of Patrick’s head and shoulder. So yummy.

He’ll probably tell Art at some point, maybe. Possibly. But right now the city is hungover, the sun is peeking in through the black out curtains and Patrick hasn’t felt this satisfied in a very long time. So easy… he drifts off into a peaceful sleep. 

(Flop era going strong. Sorry so long y’all. I couldn’t stop yapping.)

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Together Again

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Fem!SemiEx-Hunter!Reader Warnings: cussing, bit a sadness, anger, mention of violence, breakup, pregnancy Summary: You, Sam, and Dean hunted together, Sam broke things off with you and you decided to give up hunting Past in Italics Word Count: 2,152

You and Sam were in love, well you thought you were in love until one day he decided that it was best the two of you break up. There was no big argument, no cheating, Sam didn’t fall out of love with you, even though that’s what you thought, that just wasn’t it, he thought he was saving you, by breaking up with you, little did he know you were holding on a giant secret.

After a successful hunt the three of you went to a bar near your motel to unwind and celebrate with beers, whiskey and greasy burgers, you didn’t drink, you were the designated driver since Dean said he wanted to get super drunk. You noticed Sam was acting weird, but you chopped it up to him just being tired. You and Dean were laughing and playing darts together when Sam walks up gently grabbing your arm, leaning down to whisper in your ear “Can we talk outside?”

You looked over at Sam and nodded, you patted Dean's back and let him know you and Sam were going outside, he nodded and went to order another beer and flirt with the bartender. You and Sam walked outside moving as far away from the loud crowd but not too far away where Dean could come running out to help if anything went down and vice versa. Sam shifted awkwardly What’s wrong Sammy?” He sighed and looked down at you “I don’t think- In fact, I know we should break up.” You were taken aback; you reached out to touch him, but he moved away “What did I do?”

He shook his head not making eye contact with you, he wanted nothing more than to hold you in his arms and tell you he didn’t mean it, but he felt as though this was the best way. “Sam, I asked you a question.” He inhaled deeply finally meeting your eyes “I just don’t feel it anymore.” You bit your bottom lip and nodded “Okay, I’m sorry you don’t feel it anymore.” You handed Sam the keys to Baby, and his fingertips brushed against your palm, shooting a burning sensation deep in your gut. “I’m going to get my stuff and be on my way.”

Sam looked shocked and reached his hand out to stop you “I don’t want you to leave” You chuckled and shook your head “Do you honestly think I can stay here and look at you after this? It hurts, so I’m leaving. Please tell Dean I said bye.” And with that you turned on your heels and walked back to the motel, rubbing your stomach and crying softly.

***

It’s been 6 years since you’ve seen Sam, Dean on the other hand made special trips to see you and your daughter between hunts, yup that’s right I said, daughter. That night Sam broke up with you, you also found out you were pregnant and wanted to tell him when you got back to the motel — well you saw how that went. You gave up hunting although you still kept all the knowledge of hunting; hex bags, demon traps, and of course salt at every door and window in your house. Though it would’ve been better if Sam was around to protect both of you. Another person that popped up from time to time was Castiel, he didn’t like keeping things from Sam but he promised he would keep his mouth shut, and so did Dean

Even though every time Dean came to visit, he took a thousand pictures of your daughter, and you hoped he didn’t show any of them to Sam. Now you live in a cute 3 bedroom house with your daughter, and pitbull, Baby. You didn’t think Dean would speak to you or visit you so you named your dog after his car. You were out getting the mail when you heard a familiar voice from across the street, you turned your head and there he stood in all of his glory, it was Sam. The sun hit him just right and it made you fall in love with him all over again.

Then it hit you, he can’t see you, you bolted into your house shutting and locking the door, and you leaned against the door hearing his voice get closer “Maybe the owner of this house saw something” You hoped Dean would interject and come up with something as to why they can’t knock on your door “Nah, it looks like they got kids and young ones at that they’re probably too busy to notice anything.” Dean bit his lip hoping Sam would buy it and of course, he did, they walked away without a second glance. You let out a sigh of relief then smiled at the soft sound of your daughter’s feet running toward you

“Mommy, can we go to the park?” You didn’t really want to take her out since they were in your neighborhood, but you couldn’t say no to that adorable face “Of course, baby, let’s get you dressed” You stalled as much as you could hoping they’d be long gone before the two of you left, you zipped up your daughter’s light jacket and put a harness on Baby, your daughter skipped a few feet ahead of you and Baby right by her side.

You didn’t use the leash on the walk to the park but once you got there you did since there were other kids and dogs there, Baby wouldn’t do anything because you trained her to protect your daughter and not go after other people or animals unless threatened, you sat down on the bench closest to your daughter and watched her play, Baby right by your leg watching intently.

You crossed one leg over the other and smiled at her when she giggled with the other kids “Excuse me, ma’am do you mind if I ask you a few questions.” You froze in your seat then relaxed when you realized it was Dean, you looked up at him and sighed “What are you doing here?” You looked around for Sam.

He chuckled and sat next to you, petting Baby’s head “Don’t worry, Sam is at the motel. I saw you guys leaving and followed to make sure you were safe” You followed his eyeline back to your daughter and leaned back against the bench “I have to tell him don’t I.” Dean rubbed his chin and shrugged “It’s killing me, keeping it from him, but it’s your call, sweetheart.”

You nodded and looked over at Dean “Bring him over in an hour.” Dean nodded, kissed the top of your head, and walked back to his baby. You let your daughter play for a bit then called her over telling her it was time to go home because Uncle Dean was coming over, she got super excited and rushed you to get off the bench to go home,

The two of you finally got home you took her to get a bath to wash the nasty playground off of her, you put her in her favorite purple flower dress, you exhaled and carried her down the stairs “Why don’t you go play while we wait?” She nodded and took off toward her playroom. You looked up at the time “They should be here any minute.” You decided to go bake Dean a pie.

Dean told Sam he found a lead and they needed to go talk to someone for the case, as they pulled up to your house Sam saw how familiar it looked “You said this person wouldn’t have known anything” Dean sighed and cut off the engine “This isn’t a lead, I need to prepare you before we walk in.” Sam reached for his gun, but Dean put his hand up “No need for that. Listen, you are about to learn some things and see someone you haven’t seen in a long time along with someone you’ve never seen. I need you to be calm about this and not freak out.” Sam just stared at him trying to comprehend what was going on.

Dean put his gun in the glove box and motioned for Sam to do the same thing, Dean got out and Sam followed suit, they walked up to your door and rang the doorbell, they waited a bit and you told them to come in, Sam recognized your angelic voice and immediately his heart started to pound, Dean walked in first your daughter running up to him “Uncle Dean!!” He smiled and scooped her up in his arms spinning her around, you came out of the kitchen wiping your hands on a dish towel, tossing it over your shoulder. “Hi, Sam.” He stood there frozen taking in the scene that just unfolded in front of him. “Long time no see.”

He looked at you, mouth agape, he stuttered a bit then calmed down “What is going on?” Dean looked at you as you stepped forward “Sam, this is your daughter.” He looked over at the little bundle of joy still giggled at Dean who made faces at her. “Wait— She’s my daughter?” You nodded and tucked her curly locks behind her ear, your hand resting on the back of her head “Hey, Babygirl, I know this may be confusing for you, but” You paused for a second taking a deep breath “That’s your daddy.” You pointed at Sam and she got the biggest grin on her face displaying her dimples that she of course got from Sam. She reached for him to pick her up and he gladly did, he studied her face which happened to look just like his “Wow I- What, I don’t know what to say.” She looked up at him playing with the ends of his hair, and then it hit him “Wait, Uncle Dean? You knew?” Dean nodded slowly and went to say something but you cut him off “I asked him not to, just like I asked Cas not to” Sam’s eyes got wide “Cas knew too?!” He tried his best not to yell but it came out a lot deeper than intended “Yes, Cas knew. He protected us all these years, Sam I’m sorry, I didn’t want to distract you, and when you..”

You looked at your daughter “Hey, why don’t you go show Uncle Dean all your new toys” You smiled at your daughter who basically jumped into Dean’s arms he carried you away back into her playroom “When you broke up with me that night, I figured you didn’t want to see me and a kid wouldn’t change that. So, I raised her with the help of Dean, Cas, and.. Bobby.” You looked down at your hands waiting for Sam to freak out or yell, but instead, he pulled you into a tight hug, rubbing your back “I get it, I’m so sorry, can you forgive me?”

You nodded against his chest, not wanting him to let go “I’m going to give up hunting” You pulled back and shook your head “No don’t do that, Sam hunting is in your blood we’re okay, just visit when Dean does” He scoffed and shook his head “No, I missed out on too much I don’t want to just visit I want to be with you guys… with you.” You leaned up and kissed his cheek "How about a compromise, you keep hunting, but take on fewer jobs? That way you spend most of your time here and not give up what you've been doing all your life."

Sam sighed, he knew you wouldn't let him just give up hunting, it's in his blood "I can do that" He smiled and kissed your forehead "So does this mean you take me back?" You playfully thought for a second, he tilted his head at you, you giggled and nodded "Of course, I take you back Sam." Suddenly you heard your daughter's feet hitting the floor followed by Dean's fake monster sounds

She squealed and ran to Sam "Save me, daddy!" Sam smiled wide and scooped her up running away from Dean. You smiled at the interaction, but also felt guilty for not telling Sam sooner, you are now at peace, you have your family, no more secrets, just straight happiness and bliss. The oven dinged and you called out to Dean "Hey, Dean your pie is done" His head popped up from behind the couch "Pie?" You nodded and walked into the kitchen.

They all followed, and you cut Dean and your daughter a slice watching them having matching messy faces, you leaned against the counter neck to Sam as he admired his daughter "I guess we know what she got from Dean." You giggled and nodded, leaning your head on his arm "I love you so much." He kissed the top of your head lingering there for a moment "I love you more."

A/N: This was a dream I had last night, and I knew it would be a good fic, I hope you guys like it, if you want to be tagged in future fics comment here or send me a message. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. 🥰

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[namsgyu]

2 cats, 2 cuties

summary: you adopt a cat without telling your boyfriend namgyu, and he takes it…well?

pairing: namgyu x f! reader

based on this request!! sorry if i didn’t do it justice, i tried my best! :p

a/n: pls the sg fandom is dying and the only thing keeping it alive are namgyu and thangyu fans >_< send in more requests!! less than 100 days until season 3 people, look alive!!

when you enter your shared apartment, carrying a suspiciously sized box with holes poked at the top, you can only grin at your boyfriend namgyu who’s staring you down with a raised eyebrow ‘the fuck did you bring home this time? he questions, his tone filled with suspicion

with a cheerful smile you take a seat on the floor, carefully placing the box on the floor. as the box makes contact with the ground, a small meow emits from it, earning a sigh from namgyu

‘you brought a fucking cat here?’ he sighs out. as your fingers work to unbox a tiny black cat, namgyu’s already learning back in his seat, running his hands through his hair

‘thought it’d be cute to have a little furball running around the place!’ you exclaim, setting the cat down in your lap. almost immediately the cat cuddles up to you, gently pawing at your thigh

seeing the sight unfold in front of him, namgyu’s heart clenches a little too hard. how could he say no to you when one your happy expression is too blinding to shut down and two the cats already here. might as well keep it, right?

☆彡

namgyu spends the next few days watching you help your new housemate get acclimated to its surroundings

during these days, namgyu notices he’s not feeling the way he usually does. a sniffle here, followed by a sneezing fit. oh shit, he realizes — he’s allergic to cats — ‘y/n can never know’ he thinks to himself

he watches you carry in all the essentials like a litter box and food, even helping you clear a corner in the living room for it to sleep

when the both of you settle down to watch a movie, he eyes the black ball of fur as it jumps onto the couch with you guys, making itself comfortable in your lap

getting up to grab some snacks, the cat quickly jumps from your laps to namgyu’s, earning a glare from the male

‘you’re lucky she loves you’ he whispers to the cat with who just simply meows back at him

☆彡

as the days pass, namgyu can feel his allergies getting worse. he’s reaching for the box of tissues a little more often than usual and when you ask him if he’s sick, he plays it off by flicking you in the forehead ‘silly girl, ‘m probably just not getting enough sleep’ he tells you

in his defense, it wasn’t a complete lie! when you’re off in dreamland, he’s heading off to the bathroom to dump buckets of eyedrops into his itching eyes, even going as far as taking medicine to calm his allergies

the next morning, namgyu wakes up to a warm weight on his chest that he isn’t used too. slowly blinking his puffy eyes open, he makes out a black figure staring back at him

with a soft meow, your cat makes his way closer to your boyfriend, nuzzling its face against namgyu’s cheek

‘little shit, you’re killing me’ he groans out, closing his eyes

☆彡

to keep his sanity and allergies at bay, namgyu purposely avoids the pet as much as he can

when the cat curls up near him on the couch, he quickly stands, saying he has something to attend to in the other room

if it climbs on top of him while he’s laying down in bed, he’s immediately getting up and padding off to the bathroom, leaving you confused!

one day, you catch namgyu right as he enters the door, coming home from his shift at the club

‘do you hate me?’ you ask him, eyes glossy and lip wobbling. the question takes him by surprise and he’s tilting his head at you, answering with a ‘huh…’

through a fit of sniffles, you stutter through your sentence ‘w-well recently…it seems that y-you’re avoiding me and i don’t know why…’ you trail off

with impeccable timing your cat pads into the room, rubbing itself against namgyu’s legs. with this something in his mind clicks

‘look y/n…’ he starts placing a hand on your shoulder. just from being in the same room, namgyu can feel his own allergies coming back, and he starts sniffling too

seeing your boyfriend sniffle triggers your own sniffles to increase ‘what is it…?’ you ask, your expression absolutely crestfallen

‘didn’t want to bring it up…or didn’t exactly know how to…’ his gaze flicks to the cat, causing your eyes to follow his gaze ‘i ha-‘

before he can get his own words out, you cut him off ‘you hate the cat don’t you..?’ you choke through sobs, tears starting to trickle down your face

shaking his head and taking one of your hands into his own, he squeezes it gently and with a chuckle he finally admits ‘i have allergies, y/n. i’m allergic to the cat’s fur’

looking at your boyfriend with a slack face, you pause for a second. then, the corners of your mouth twitch upwards into a smile. soon enough, you’re bent over laughing, putting an arm around namgyu’s neck to keep your balance

‘hey fuck off, i’ve been fighting for my life because of that little shit…’ namgyu points to the cat accusingly ‘and you’re fucking laughing at me?!’

through your fit of laughs, you give him a light slap on his back to which he flinches at ‘the fuck is so funny?!’ he rages, eyes searching your face for an answer

taking deep breaths you finally manage to calm yourself down, though still sporting a playful look on your face ‘didn’t have the balls to tell me, huh?’

this time, it’s namgyu’s face that goes slack. with his voice dropped down to an audible whisper he mutters ‘well you liked the damn thing too much…there’s no way i could’ve told you to get rid of it’

when he says that, he purposely avoids looking at you, his own eyes burning holes into the ground

‘you must loooove me’ you purr at him, pulling him into a tight hug

with a feigned sigh he accepts the hug, patting your head ‘i do, ‘s why i put up with you and whatever you decide to bring home’ he says sarcastically, but you know he means what he says

☆彡

from that day, namgyu no longer has to hide from when he takes allergy medicines or when he puts eyedrops in!

using the medicine to its full advantage, namgyu slowly warms up to the cat, letting it lay in its lap and paw at him

although when he lets out the occasional sneeze, you can’t help but snicker, your memory being brought back to that day

you’ll catch namgyu and the cat in the cutest positions! both of them having a nap on the couch, the black ball of fur tucked under your boyfriend’s arm.

another time, you’ll come home from work to catch both of them sitting next to each other watching a video on namgyu’s ipad

you’ll even watch in awe as namgyu pulls on a face mask for extra caution before pulling out a cat toy to play with the new companion!

your favorite video of namgyu and the cat is captured when you suddenly flick the lights on, earning the same exact glare from both of them

you love your two cats <3

thanks for tuning in! feedback is read and appreciated <3

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[aventurineswife]

Sorry I keep coming back to you but this one idea has been kind of clawing at me since I discovered him but

Sunday with a reader who has severe religious trauma and it's only recently they got out of the toxic environment? :3

Where the Past Cannot Follow

Summary: After escaping a toxic religious environment, you struggle to leave behind the haunting beliefs and fear instilled in you. You find solace aboard the Astral Express, where Sunday, a former leader with his own share of trauma, offers understanding and comfort. Through a quiet, reflective conversation, Sunday helps you confront your pain and realize that healing isn’t about erasing the past, but learning to live with it. Together, you share a moment of mutual understanding, giving you a spark of hope for your future.

Tags: Sunday x Reader, Religious Trauma, Healing, Self-Discovery, Empathy, Mental Health, Philosophy, Comfort, Angst, Light Romance, Slow Burn, Mutual Understanding.

Warnings: Religious trauma, Mentions of toxic environments, Emotional struggles, Healing and self-acceptance themes, Light angst.

A/N: don't apologise!! 🫂💖 I'm glad you feel comfortable enough to share your thoughts/reqs to me!

You had wandered far from the place that once defined your existence—far from the walls that had once smothered your breath, the chants that had once pulsed through your veins like a poison. The very place you had been told would deliver you to enlightenment had instead delivered only torment. It had taken time, but you had left the toxic clutches of your past, freeing yourself from the rigid rules that forced your spirit to break.

The Astral Express had been a refuge, a vessel of untethered freedom that allowed you to breathe again, to think again. Yet, even now, with the vast universe open before you, a lingering weight clung to you—haunting memories of those days you couldn’t shake.

You were sitting by the window, the cool metal of the train’s side pressing against your palm as you gazed out at the endless expanse of stars, unsure of where to go next. The stars seemed to stretch out into infinity, their cold light flickering as if trying to reach you, to offer comfort. But that was impossible, wasn’t it? Comfort, safety... those things had never been yours. Or had they? The echoes of teachings long rejected echoed faintly in your mind.

It wasn’t long before you heard the soft flutter of wings behind you. Without looking, you knew it was him.

"Still up?" Sunday’s voice was quiet, soothing, like the calm before a storm. He stepped closer, his ethereal presence near enough that you could feel the gentle hum of his halo hovering just behind him, its eye-like symbols casting subtle glimmers across the dimly lit room.

You turned your head slowly, eyes meeting his gaze. His expression was serene, composed as always, but there was something in his gaze—something soft, like a flickering candle struggling to remain alight in a storm.

"Couldn't sleep," you murmured, glancing back toward the stars. "Too many thoughts. Too many old ones."

Sunday stepped closer, his wings fluttering softly as he took a seat beside you. He didn’t touch you—he never did unless invited—but his presence was more than enough. His wings settled, their feathers brushing against the air with a sound like whispers.

“You’re not alone in that,” he said, his tone both distant and intimate. “The mind has a way of... holding onto things, even when we’ve long since left them behind.”

You nodded, the weight of his words resonating deep within you. You had long since distanced yourself from the indoctrination, the fear, the promises of salvation that came at the cost of your own soul. Yet, even now, there were remnants. They lingered like smoke, clouding your mind whenever the silence grew too loud.

“I left,” you said quietly, almost as if speaking to the stars. “But it’s still there. The teachings, the fear of not being enough, of being punished for things I don’t even believe anymore... It’s like I can’t escape it.”

Sunday’s eyes softened, and he reached up, brushing his fingers lightly against his wings. For a moment, he was still, and then he spoke.

“I understand more than you might think.”

You glanced at him sharply, surprised by the vulnerability in his voice. Sunday, the ever-composed leader of the Oak Family, the celestial being of ethereal grace... understanding you? You had always seen him as so detached, so perfect.

“Your struggles—your scars—they’re not unlike mine,” he continued, his voice tinged with something heavy, something far older than the years he had lived. “I too was once a protector of something I thought was truth. But as the years passed, as I saw the suffering caused by ideals not my own, I realized that my foundation was cracked. The weight of those beliefs—they became a cage, one I had to leave behind.”

You looked at him, really looked at him, for the first time seeing the cracks in the mask he wore. Beneath his celestial grace and his calm demeanor, there was a soul filled with similar turmoil—a soul that had once believed in an ideal only to find it faltering, full of contradictions. Sunday was not so different from you.

“I’ve been there,” Sunday said softly. “Trapped between what you were told was right and the truth of your own heart. The pain of the past, the guilt, the fear... it’s not something that vanishes easily.”

The silence between you was heavy, but not in the suffocating way it used to be. It was more like the stillness after a storm, where the world waits for the rain to cease, for the clouds to part. Sunday seemed to sense that you needed more than words—more than the philosophical musings that often filled his mind.

“You don’t have to have all the answers right now,” he whispered, his tone carrying the weight of unspoken experiences. “Healing takes time. Sometimes, it means accepting that you may never fully escape the past—but that doesn’t mean it gets to define you.”

His words hung in the air, as delicate and fragile as a thread. Your heart felt heavy, but also lighter in a way. You weren’t alone in your struggle. For once, you didn’t feel like a solitary, broken fragment of someone who had been discarded.

“I don’t know how to let go,” you admitted, your voice trembling despite your best efforts to steady it.

Sunday turned his head toward you, his wings shifting as he leaned in slightly. “It’s not about letting go,” he said softly. “It’s about learning to live with it. Accepting that the trauma is part of you, but it doesn’t have to control you. You don’t have to carry it alone.”

His eyes met yours again, full of understanding, and for the first time in a long time, you felt something shift inside you—a small spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, you could find your way forward. You didn’t need to erase your past, but you could choose to live beyond it.

And for the first time in ages, you didn’t feel so lost.

The quiet remained, not oppressive, but soothing. Sunday didn’t ask for anything more than what you were willing to give. And in that moment, you realized that you didn’t have to have all the answers either. Maybe, just maybe, it was enough to be seen—to be understood without judgment.

You weren’t alone. And for once, you felt like it was okay to hope.

Sunday remained with you, silent and supportive, a steady presence beside you as the stars outside the window shimmered softly in the night.

[elainsgirl]

I genuinely don’t understand how some Gwynriels interpret any criticism of them as people being “threatened” by their ship. Maybe they should consider that it’s less about the ship itself and more about their behaviour. It’s that no one has ever been able to join this fandom without being immediately cornered about whether or not they’ve read "the" bonus chapter, or being subjected to some patronizing lecture about how you’re supposed to read it correctly.

It's about the exhaustion of being bombarded with the same handful of cherry-picked lines, completely removed from context. It's about the glaring double standard in how characters are treated. Azriel gets turned into something unrecognizable to serve a narrative. Both Elain and Lucien, who have been integral since the first book and are central to ongoing plotlines, are dismissed as underdeveloped, while outrage erupts if anyone dares suggest Gwyn, a new side character, might not be the next protagonist. Gwyn’s healing journey, which was so clearly focused on regaining the lively and competitive personality that was repressed by her trauma, is misrepresented as romance. It’s just… bizarre.

Some Gwynriels insist Elriel was never romantic (despite the actual text), while others say it ended definitively in a bonus chapter (despite the ridiculousness of that idea). They moralize lust and rewrite moments depending on who’s involved, and they completely ignore clearly romantic scenes if they involve characters they don't like. It creates this alternate reality version of the story that’s bizarre to witness from the outside. And people tend to want to talk about things that are bizarre.

People don’t keep bringing up Gwynriel because they’re threatened. They do it because Gwynriel has turned into a spectacle. And it is not about shipping preferences. The spectacle of Gwynriel is the insistence that actual canon narratives do not exist, and that sweeping canon-defying extrapolations are confirmations of a complete change in direction of the whole story. And that people should just accept this as true when it is just categorically bizarre.

It's not about being threatened. It's about the exhaustion of having someone down your throat for four years while they demand you respect them. It's about being suffocated to the point that you kind of just have to talk about it. In a "what the hell is going on"? kind of way. I remember mutuals who left already in 2021-22, who had been in the fandom for years, because they felt so suffocated and exhausted by this behaviour. And four years later, I'm still here and that is still going on. The fandom was not sunshine and rainbows before Gwynriels, but it was nothing at all like this.

im sorry - they think we’re “threatened” by their fanon ship? LMFAO. Threatened by what. Despite spending time in the ring with his “mate” who would Az think off every night? Elain Archeron. His mate was in danger, went through something so traumatic- what did Azriel do? Leave her with Mor to carry on with his job. Two years. He didnt visit for two entire years, he didnt check up on her. Ask about her. I could go on but you get the gist - no one is threatened by gwy/riel. There is nothing tying these two together. Az could leave training and thats it. He wouldn’t see Gwyn most of the time. Elucien at least have a bond, gwnriel dont even have that. But ofc they’d twist us critiquing them and their behaviour- not only to us but to their own eluciens as us being “threatened”.

The bonus chapter is the only thing that they think gives them some standing, it doesn’t. The same bonus that isn’t reprinted in the special editions, the bonus that over half of the fandom do not know about - but you know whats rlly embarrassing for them? Not a single part of the “gwynriel” bonus was mentioned in acosf. Not the late night training. Not the singing shadows. Not Az and Gwyn becoming closer. Not the necklace. That is how irrelevant it all was, so damn unimportant that in the 300pgs you had left after solstice - Mass didn’t bother to mention any of it once. But ofc they don’t care cause they cant think outside of “spark!” “Glow!”. They can’t enetertain any other possibility or narrative that doesn’t fit what they set for themselves. God forbid, you challenge their takes. At first they’ll try to debate but once they realise they’ve gone through their 5 repeated points, want to know what happens next?

“elriels are like sooooo mean!” “Elriels are just so so toxic.” “Elriels are bullies!” “Elriels always use canon!” Elriels are this, elriels are that.

oh and no one can say anything about precious Gwyn. Nope, she is perfect. She is exactly what they want her to be. Lucien and Elain are irrelevant, Az is toxic, incel and disgusting but ONLY towards Elain - these issues don’t exist with Gwyn, Elain is too undeveloped for a book but perfect, flawless Gwyn has the right amount of development so she will obviously be next. Lucien? He’s irrelevant too, Gwyn is linked to autumn and thats more important then Luciens messed up family. Gwyn will deal with the troves, the prison and koshei - Lucien and Elain need to sail off on a lake somewhere. Etc etc. Gwyn is currently THE most important person everyone else is just there to remain sitting little ducks until Gwyns fabulous story is over.

Gwynriels guide on how to read the bonus correctly: whilst reading the elriel part, keep on chanting “Azriel is toxic” “Azriel is disgrunting” “elain is boring” “elain is manipulative” etc then whilst you finally get to Gwyns’ part - highlight everything. Az chuckled with Gwyn, aww he has NEVER done that before - highlight it. Now.

THIS. Its the fact gwynriels cherry pick what suits them and what doesn’t. They need to”evidence” from all 3 series just to make sense…and yet their arguments are still so terribly illogical. That was one of my biggest turn offs from Gwynriel actually, them acting as tho throughout acosf, Gwyn was crushing on Az which was not the case at all and is such a disservice to her character.

Gwynriels 🤝 contradicting statements which is why it’s hard to take them seriously. Lmfao, like Elain making Az laugh so joyously means nothing to them and isn’t romantic but Gwyn making Az chuckle and snort - is the beginning of a gwynriel romance. Its hypocritical.

Say it louder anon, literally no one is threatened by a ship where the two characters dont even have any romantic interest towards each other - but gwynriel and gwynriels have become something to witness with how desperate they’ve become to convince everyone including themselves their ship is just as much as a possibility like elriel or even elucien. Its like when a kid in your class gets an answer so wrong you just have to put your pen down and wonder how tf they reached that conclusion.

gwynriels have definitely affected the fandom, im sure some are nice but majority are disrespectful, condescending, stubborn etc. They come into elriel spaces and talk about their ship and how they’re right, they’re constantly mocking elriels - Im sure the fandom wasn’t lovely before but gwynriels have turned it more hostile. I dont blame anyone that left this fandom because of them - it’s exhausting trying to see reason with people who believe a bonus holds more weight then the previous 4 books. That a new character we’ve just met is suddenly the most interesting and important then any of the OG cast - Someone said it before, but gwynriels argue with their own version of canon mixed with opinions and biased interpretations- you just can’t logically argue with that.

And if a gwynriel genuinely listened and understood how little a bonus affects the books - they’d see reason.

[channieschocco]

Lovesick ~ Felix

Word count: 1.3k

Synopsis: You and your best friend Felix were hanging out together one night, when Felix confessed something that would change everything.

Warnings: Kissing

A little writer's note: I was writing this as I listened to music, and I was really surprised how well this fic went with Moonlight by Ariana Grande! So, in other words, I guess this fic's inspo was Moolight?? Lol, have a good day everyone<3

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The dim lighting of your apartment was the perfect ambiance for the night. You had just finished setting up some snacks on the living room table (crackers, pretzels, cookies, a fruit tray and popcorn) and placing cozy blankets on the couch. You lit some sweet-smelling candles around the TV and on the table to make the room not only look aesthetic, but smell excellent. 

It had been ages since you last saw your best friend Felix since he had been working so hard at the company and performing so often. The two of you used to hang out every weekend but since his group was becoming more and more popular by the day, he was usually at the studio or somewhere halfway across the world.

You tried not to mention how much you missed seeing him, since you didn’t want to make him “choose” between you or the company and because you knew that his work was important to him and you loved to see his success. It was difficult to pull off since you had been in love with your best friend for as long as you can remember. You didn’t want to say anything at all since you knew that he only saw you as a friend but it didn’t stop you from just doing  a little more to try and show him how much you care. For example, always hosting the hang outs at your place, making everything just a bit more perfect. 

You were just finishing putting up an aesthetic and relaxing ambiance video on your TV when two knocks came from your door. You rushed to the door and threw it open, revealing your best friend. 

Felix’s shoulder length blonde hair looked better than you’ve ever seen it and his face instantly lit up the second he saw you. “Y/N!” He called and you rushed forward into his arms, tears blurring your eyes, 

“Felix—” Your voice broke as he scooped you up in his arms and held you close. You knew you missed him, but you didn’t think you would cry at all. You thought that this hangout would be like any other one you’ve had. 

“Hey, don’t cry.” Felix pulled back from the embrace and smiled, gently brushing his fingers over the tears that had slid down your cheeks, wiping them away. This was, of course, a happy occasion after all. “You’re gonna make me cry too!”

“I’m sorry,” You sniffed as Felix shut the door behind him. “It’s just that I missed you so much.” It slightly embarrassed you to say this, knowing that you wished you were more than just friends, but what does Felix know? From his point of view, it probably seemed like you were just pointing out the fact that you haven’t seen your best friend in ages and putting it simply, you missed him.

“I- I missed you too.” His deep voice made your heart melt and you forgot all about crying as Felix’s eyes lit up with adoration. 

You smiled. “We have so much to talk about!” You exclaimed excitedly. “I can’t wait to hear all about the concerts and photo shoots you’ve been doing!” It was one thing to watch them on TV, but hearing about these events from the very person who experienced them is so much better in every way.

“Do we ever!” Felix raced into your living room and flopped onto the couch full of blankets and pillows. You couldn’t help but giggle, the action was so adorable. You loved when Felix made himself at home in your apartment.

The two of you got comfortable on the couch and selected a romcom to watch. The snacks that you had previously set out on the table were slowly disappearing and the candles you had lit were getting shorter and shorter as the time went by. Another occurrence was you, slowly inching closer to Felix on the couch and by the end of the movie, you two were pressed up against each other, your head leaning on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around you. 

You missed this. You. Him. Just relaxing together. Felix loved it too. He loved being able to get away from the idol life for a few hours and spend time with his favorite person in the world. 

Once the movie ended, neither of you moved, nor did you say a word. This moment was one you would forever keep close in your heart and would replay in your head repeatedly. You shut your eyes and laid your head on Felix’s chest, making him freeze. You missed the small action, but you could feel his heart pounding.

“Lix?” You mumbled.

“Yeah?” He answered.

“Your heart’s beating really fast.”

He hummed in acknowledgement, the deep sound calming and began twirling your hair through his fingers. He didn’t move after you got into this position, only his fingers. Neither of you needed to speak since everything that needed to be said didn’t need to be spoken aloud. Except for one thing…

“Y/N, there’s something I need to tell you.” Felix sounded shy, nervous even. It was a contrast to the calming words he spoke earlier.

“Okay.” You replied, slightly confused. “Go ahead.”

“I’ve been hiding something from you for years and I’ve never had the guts to admit it until I realized I needed to.” He took a shaky breath. “I only noticed this when I was away from you for so long and I missed you. No, that’s not the word…” He paused. “I longed for you.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “Felix—”

“Wait, let me finish. I want to spend every moment with you Y/N. I want to spend my life by your side. I want you to feel the same way that I do…Because I really really like you. And I’m so sorry if this just destroyed everything.” His voice broke on his final word. 

You shot up from your position on Felix’s chest and plopped yourself down right across from him. “Lee Felix, you have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear those words.” You looked into his beautiful brown eyes, unshed tears glistening inside and grabbed his hand. “I like you too. I always have and I’m a fool for never telling you how I felt. I’m sorry too.” 

He looked up at you, a small grin blossoming on his lips. “Really? So then it would be okay if I did this?” Felix leaned closer, cupping your chin in his hand and brushing the hair out of your face. You nodded and that was all he needed before he began to kiss you gently.

His lips were soft and moved against your own with such adoration. His hand on your face was warm and comforting. You had a hand on his chest, his heart was pounding even faster than before and your heart? Your heart felt as if it would burst.

Every time one of you would pull back, the other would return, kissing again. This went on for a while, the two of you giggling and kissing, for you both had been waiting for this forever. When you finally ended your last kiss, Felix looked a little bereft so you kissed his cheek, making him smile. “I love you.” You whispered. Because it was true. You loved Lee Felix with your whole heart and nothing would ever come between you again. Except maybe his idol career…

“I love you too.” He murmured, his beautiful, deep voice making you melt. There was a soft blush on his cheeks, and you assumed your cheeks were slightly pink as well. He pulled you close to him, your head on his chest once again and you fell asleep right there, in the comfort of Felix’s arms. 

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

In your shifter au, what are the other shapeshifter's (uncles/aunts/siblings) opinions on Stan? Do they care about him??

So I've said in a previous ask, that Stan's circle is made of of shifters at least 30 years or more older than him, since he's the youngest of Maurice's spawn. Some of his older siblings already have spawn of their own, and he definitely already has cousins as well. He's only been briefly introduced to his siblings and some... auncles? Pibling? Whatever the gender neutral term is, but his circle is actually a bit larger than he thinks, he just hasn't met everyone. Part of it is because he's only been out on his own for 10 years, which isn't that long in their view and so he just hasnt been introduced yet.

But also because..... they don't like him. or care about him :(

Which sounds sad, but they feel this way about each other too. There's huge age gaps between each spawn, and shapeshifters are taught to avoid danger when possible, and the most dangerous thing for a shapeshifter is another shapeshifter. Not to say they're unsocial jerks (Maurice is, but they like it that way) just that they don't socialize with each other. Some will have very large families with humans or other supernatural creatures and still only contact their spawn/spawner once every few years to check in and let them know they're alive.

Some shifter's will form closer bonds, once they prove to each other they can be trusted, so its not totally out of the ordinary, just not common. Some spawner/spawn have more parental roles as well, so will be closer with each other, just not with their other spawn mates.

Stan wants to be closer to his spawn mates, because in his mind they are his family, but their much older than him and already living their own lives and set in their hands-off ways. Him and Maurice have a close relationship, because he annoyed his way into their heart after he got kicked out and had no one else to lean on, and because when they first met officially Maurice gave him two whole compliments. It basically rocketed them up into his most favorite adult person, as before he literally could not have cared less about them. This is also the reason he considers his spawn mates family at all, because Ford planted the seed of 'isnt the voice your parent?' then 'Maurice said a nice thing about me, so now i think i love them' into 'Maurice is kind of my parent, so my spawn mates are my siblings'.

But in their mind he's just the youngest most annoying spawn. Stan was raised more aggressively then them, so he isnt wary about meeting other shapeshifters. His constant calls are more annoying than anything, and he only tries once a year maybe with his spawn mates, and 2 or more with Maurice. If the others in their circle knew how often Maurice kept tabs on Stan they'd call them a helicopter parent, even though Maurice still barely talks to Stan if they can avoid it, just checks in to make sure he isnt dead.

Sorry this got long. I love talking about all my au stuff.

[miyadollie]

♡ lovers in the night ★ starring idol sung hanbin x gn reader ⤷ dating an idol comes with spending a lot of time without each other , but hanbin finds his way back to you , everytime. ☆ wc 960 ☆ cw domestic fluff fluff fluff . hanbin being the sweetest bf . mention of food . slight angst . 'babe' . tired hanbin ☆ miya says i love hanbitna so much <3 he's my #1 idol ever like ugh. i hope u enjoy this :)

the night was quiet—almost too quiet.

you sat curled up on the couch, a blanket draped over your shoulders as your phone screen dimly lit up the space. the drama playing on the tv barely held your attention; your mind kept drifting elsewhere. more specifically—to him.

hanbin had been insanely busy lately. comeback week meant non-stop schedules: pre-recordings at dawn, live stages, interviews, variety show shootings—you name it. you knew what you were signing up for when you started dating an idol, but that didn’t make missing him any easier.

you glanced at your last conversation, rereading his texts for what felt like the hundredth time.

binbin ♡ : “i’m sorry, love TT this week is insane. i probably won’t be able to call tonight either, but i miss you so much 🥺💙”

you sighed, sending back a simple: “it’s okay!! just take care of yourself, okay? don’t forget to eat ❤️ i love uu” before locking your phone.

it wasn’t like you expected him to come see you. that was impossible—his schedule barely allowed time to breathe, let alone sneak away to visit you. still, you missed him.

you shook off the feeling and turned your attention back to the tv, but just as you reached for your drink—

click.

your front door.

your body tensed immediately. your heart hammered in your chest as you froze, gripping your phone tightly. the lock turned with a faint click, and the door creaked open ever so slightly.

your mind raced.

who the hell—?!

you weren’t expecting anyone. hanbin had literally just said he was too busy. it was midnight. midnight.

your fight-or-flight instincts kicked in as you sat up, eyes darting toward the nearest object you could grab—your tv remote. (not the best weapon, but desperate times…)

just as you were about to launch it, a familiar voice broke through the silence.

"whoa—babe, wait—it’s me!"

you blinked, heart still racing as the door fully swung open to reveal none other than sung hanbin.

he was dressed in the typical "i hope you don’t recognize i’m an idol" look—an oversized hoodie, joggers, and a black cap pulled low over his face. his mask was still on, and he was holding a small paper bag in one hand, looking mildly startled, probably because you were about two seconds away from smacking him with a remote.

"…hanbin?" your voice was still laced with adrenaline. "what—what are you doing here?! you literally said you were too busy to even call."

he let out a sheepish laugh, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. "i know, i know—but we wrapped up earlier than expected, and i just… really wanted to see you."

your shoulders sagged as the initial panic faded, replaced by something warmer—something that made your chest feel tight in the best way. you exhaled, pressing a hand to your heart. "you scared the life out of me."

hanbin winced. "yeah… sorry about that. i forgot how suspicious showing up unannounced at midnight looks."

"you think?!"

he laughed again, softer this time, before stepping closer. "but hey, i come bearing gifts." he lifted the paper bag with a proud smile. "i got your favorite snack on the way."

you blinked. "you what?"

"yeah," he said casually, as if it was no big deal. "i had a few minutes before heading back to the dorm, so i made a quick stop."

your eyes widened as you took the bag, peeking inside. "no way." your favorite snack sat neatly inside, still warm. "hanbin, you didn’t have to do this—"

"i wanted to," he cut in smoothly, tugging his mask down so you could see his full smile. "i was already thinking about you all day. figured i’d rather spend my free time here than at the dorm."

your heart clenched at how casually he said that. like it was the most natural thing in the world.

you looked up at him, properly taking in his face now—his eyes were a little tired, but still filled with warmth, his hair slightly tousled from running around all day. you could tell he was exhausted.

"you should be sleeping," you murmured, softer this time.

hanbin grinned, stepping even closer until he could easily lean his forehead against yours. "i will," he hummed. "but i wanted to see you first."

your stomach flipped. he had this ridiculous way of making you melt without even trying.

"you’re insane," you muttered, shaking your head.

"i prefer thoughtful," he corrected cheekily, tilting his head. "and totally boyfriend-of-the-year material, right?"

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but laugh. "you’re impossible."

"but you love me," he teased, nudging you gently.

you sighed dramatically, pretending to think. "eh, i guess."

hanbin gasped, clutching his chest like you’d wounded him. "wha—after everything i just did? the running? the snack-fetching? the near-death experience of you throwing a remote at me?"

you burst out laughing, finally setting the snack down to properly wrap your arms around him. he immediately melted into the hug, arms slipping around your waist as he let out a deep sigh of contentment.

"okay, fine," you murmured against his hoodie. "i love you."

hanbin hummed, squeezing you tighter. "that’s more like it."

you felt him relax against you, his breathing slowing slightly, and you realized then—he was this tired. he probably could’ve collapsed the moment he stepped into your apartment, but instead, he was standing here, holding you like it was all he needed.

you softened. "wanna stay the night?"

he hummed again, already half-asleep against your shoulder. "mhm. just… wake me up if i start sleep-talking about choreo."

you grinned, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. "deal."

and just like that, the exhaustion on his face didn’t seem as heavy anymore.

[yallthemwitches]

I just wanted to say how much I love how you keep in mind the 70s for the marauders era. I was a bit surprised that most in the fandom tend to automatically lean more towards the disco bell bottom vibe in their depictions but I always thought they would be more on the British Punk movement in the mid 1970s that was pushed by the youth culture due to social unrest and a desire for rebellion against established norms. So if in muggle clothes my mind tends to lean towards influences from Vivienne Westwood and more tighter clothes like the band Blondie (Debbie Harry is my fashion icon!) but I love all the fashion from that era! (I feel like Sirius is the one does get depicted with these influences the most consistently). And even the snippet of James and Sirius fleeing from the police, I always thought them wearing those T-shirts with the golden phoenixes could have been actual Queen band T-shirts they bought while in the muggle world that they thought both looked cool and could represent The Order at the same time lol

Hi! Yes! I love keeping my jily and marauders canonically in the 1970s because a. its fun and b. I genuinely find the time period fascinating and perfectly fitting for their arcs within canon (lots of civil unrest, societal change etc. etc.)

I agree that the general idea of Lily really does skew towards ABBA, Fleetwood Mac lover (or if we are going modern TSwift girl)....but if you are one of those people reading this I'm really sorry to disappoint because that's not my girl....

I have a very strong head canon that Lily had a very eclectic taste in music and personal style due to many bored summers back in Cokeworth. She would have bopped along to ABBA and loved a good Tusk track from Fleetwood Mac, but I think her music tastes would have probably skewed more pre new wave/punk/glam for a few reasons:

Her best friend was Severus Snape: During our teens we usually glob on to whatever our friends like--it's kind of natural because navigating the world on our own sucks. Honestly, I think Snape would have had very little tolerance for music much less muggle music, but if you put a wand to his head he'd much rather play a record by, say, The Damned or Leonard Cohen than the glitzy disco pop that is ABBA. Lily brought various styles of music into his life and he was the litmus test (better or worse). Naturally she would gravitate to listening to music he would stomach because that would mean making him happy. (See below about her relationship with music+James)

2. Her life...kinda sucked: If you haven't caught on by now, I like my Lily a little bit tragic. If we just focus of what we know from canon we can compile this info about her: She came from a poor factory town, parents are somehow out of the picture by the time of her death, sister hates her guts (since childhood), best friend morally betrays her, and she's ostracized and discriminated against in the WW because of her blood status. Now, I'm not saying people with shit lives can't be listening to the top pop 100 charts, but in a great generalization sad/angry people listen to sad/angry music.

3. She was part of a fascist resistance group (or grew up with the mindset to join one): Again another generalization but a radical political leaning like this would probably poise her closer to a punk/grassroots movement than anything else.

Now, on the other side of that coin ( I know you didn't ask but I'm giving you the hc anyways) I think James would be a top 100 pop girlie (and also a 60s stan haha)....and I think Lily found that really refreshing. One of the things I like about Jily is that James was the breath of air Lily had always desperately needed. He was a confident, loyal, positive, action oriented person who stuck up for the people he loved to a fault. He never knew half of the suffering Lily grew up with (nor Sirius or Remus for that matter) and I think that's why all three of those characters gravitated towards him: he was the symbol that hope and happiness were possible.

For this reason, I always hc that James would like disco and love song pop hits and those high glam artists like Sweet or David Bowie. I also think he would be very skewed towards 60s sounding music because the WW (in my hc) is a decade behind the MW as far as culture and influence so he'd be still bopping around to The Beatles, and Donovan and The Kinks like that shit wasn't old news---and again I think Lily would love him for it because it was adorable.

Most importantly James' golden rule was that If Lily loved it, he did too (or at least respected it). Unlike Snape who would groan through some album she brought over, James would enthusiastically listen and (love it or hate it) be eager to understand why she liked an artist. He wasn't dismissive when he didn't like something and challenged her to think about her tastes in a positive manner.

I also agree with you about muggle clothes, but I think Lily would still be eclectic to match her music tastes. I think summers she would be a t-shirt/shorts or halter top/jeans person. She was feminine but it was natural--white eyelet shirts, a pinafore or two for nicer occasions. I think her style would probably fall somewhere into a Stevie Nicks meets Patti Smith situation, but she aspired to wear more edgier oriented clothing ( and did but only for shows/going out).

For James and Sirius: I always find it a little funny that James and Sirius are styled so differently in fics/art because those two did everything together and-again- teenagers tend to follow each other. Granted, these two are pretty big personalities so there would be a small difference, but I think generally both would be a t-shirt jeans/trousers guy with some sort of jacket (leather for Sirius/ Suede for James). James would skew a bit more 'straight' and Sirius more punk but I don't think either would be as overt as people like to depict (they weren't in the MW that often so there was no need to really flesh out this style beyond easy basics).

Sorry for the rant but I LOVE a good meta conversation about fashion and music. If you are at all interested I made a Lily playlist of what I think she would have listened to. I'll link it below!!

[hiatus-xix]

does george on locked in mean a george..... locked in....... smut..........?

not watching inside unfortunately, but that doesnt mean i cant plant the idea of how + what id write for a g clarkey inside smut...:

the premise would be that the housemates are told that the cameras are shut off from 1am - 6am to give the housemates some peace of mind, as well as time for the editors to edit within being constantly fed new content.

that meant that the first few days - when everyone was filled with jittery excitement, all of the juicy conversations and silly shenanigans were contained within that 5 hour slot that the Sidemen had kingly given.

one of the first conversations had been whether everyone thought that the producers were actually just lying about the 5-hour-no-filming pledge, just to get everyone to spill their secrets during that time, and have some deep dark secrets to incorporate into their reality show storytelling.

nobody knew - and after the first night - nobody cared.

1am-6am became the time where everyone sat in a circle, said things that they didn't want anyone at home to know about, said things that were embarrassing - did things that were embarrassing...

after your first few days in the house - you and george adopted an... interesting relationship. like best mates, but riddled with inside jokes that were almost all layered flirty comments or dirty jokes - personal to one another that nobody else really understood other than the you two.

and as days turned into nights at the rest of the housemates adopted a normal(ish) sleep cycle - it seemed like only you and George were awake for the hours of fun between 1-6am

and after having your first kiss in the blind-spot-corridor where there was no camera where George almost backed you into the wall where the two of you would've been seen either by housemates or one of the cameras, followed by another passionate makeout session the next day in that exact same spot...

the end of the inside show was looming.

1am-6am - the hours of fun loomed with a more sort of sad feel, as it was once again just you and George sat in the living room with just the ambient lamps glowing to light up the room and each others silhouettes that you'd both felt over so passionately - and you'd both also miss the next day when you both separated and went back to your old, separate lives

"dyou reckon that they really dont record from 1 'til 6, or d'you think it was all just a lie from the production n we're gonna go on our phones tomorrow and be horrified seeing everything we said actually got aired?"

you laughed at george's proposal, but you couldn't help the emptiness that followed in your chest as you were reminded that tomorrow you wouldn't be so close with george anymore.

"i dont know george. but i dont think i'll regret it... i feel like it was worth it."

"yeah.." he trailed off in agreement, soaking in the peaceful silence and distant snore of a housemate. "how much do you not care?"

"what?"

"i mean, would you care if the two of us snogging was aired?"

"sorry?!"

"well, we've kissed in the house before... and they said they aren't recording us right now... we could kiss in the living room right now. hell, we could even fuck and the only person that would know would be a housemate if they woke up... as long as these cameras arent really recording."

you paused and thought about it.

"no way are you considering it." george let out a burst of laughter as he watched your face change, contemplating it. "i was joking-!"

"why would you suggest that if you were just joking?!" you responded with a groan, dropping your face into your hands, feeling exposed by your actual consideration. somehow you'd been made to feel stupid for even considering george would fuck you - especially when it might get aired out.

"i dunno, but youre tempting." george said all so simply that it made your breathing hitch, laughter cutting off.

you could feel his hand etching closer, across the tile floor and closer to your thigh before he planted his hand there, rubbing up and down your flesh and making your heartbeat prominent against your skin, gulping with anticipation as you looked up at him.

"you wanna do somethin tonight?"

it was like a promise. and you couldn't even imagine saying no - swallowing the lump in your throat and nodding vigorously - the confidence you held in your previous makeout sessions wiped clean as you agreed to... something, the risk of the cameras recording you two ever present even as you felt george's grip tighten around your thigh, pulling you across the floor and closer to him so that he could press his lips to your neck

instinctively, your head raised - giving him full access to kiss wherever he wanted across your neck, his lips fluttering over your neck like a butterfly choosing where to land, peppering you with the lightest of kisses with wet lips that felt like they lusted every inch of skin they came across

your hands played subconsciously as you melted into george's touch, absorbing the way that george treated you as your hand met his jeans, palm flattening against the rough material and rubbing over the bulge in his boxers that made him let out a noise against your neck

"holy shit you might be the end of me y/n-"

a gasp left your throat as you felt the hand on your hip flip you - your body pressed flat against the floor with nothing but the pillow you sat on to cushion your body against the cold, hard tiles as you felt two sets of legs around your own hips, two hands scaling over your back and feeling their way lower until they stopped just before your ass

"d'you want this y/n? d'you wanna get fucked in the house? in the middle of the living room - anyone could come and see us - hell, your parents might even see this before they meet me, if this is getting recorded and it's aired... how much d'you care, y/n, 'cause i swear to fuck i'll make you limp all day tomorrow if you just say yes."

your heart beat against the floor, and you could feel your pulse quicken with his words.

of course you wanted him. you wanted him so stupendously bad and yet you didnt know whether you were willing to take that risk with three different cameras pointed down at you - "supposedly" off, and yet possibly not. your friends could see this, your parents, your co-workers, not to mention the whole wide world might watch you get ploughed down by Clarkey if you just said yes.

yet with the warmth of his kisses to your neck still lingering across your skin, his legs still brushing over your thighs and his hands now massaging the small of your back and inching millimetres closer to the fat of your ass...

you knew that you had priorities, and you couldn't stop yourself from whispering "please, fuck, yes george-"