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[poppysoccsart]

#i thought it sounded familiar #art #my art #elain the bounty hunter #gooseworx #fanart #wallace and gromit #Spotify

[fluffy-anna]

SOMEWHERE IN THE WAYNE MANOR

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[gglitch1dd]

End of the Road

Dilf Midoriya Izuku x Wifey Reader

@stoned-anime-babe The way I thought of this a few days ago and then you brought this idea again. Thank you for the submission lovey<3

Context: You and your husband dance around in the kitchen and your boys can't help but smile.

You wiped the kitchen counter as soft oldies played in the background. In the evenings, late at night when the younger sprouts have gone to bed and the older ones have retreated to their bedrooms, you and your husband would clean up downstairs ensuring that your house would be perfect the next morning.

Obviously disinfecting and cleaning was also a way to ensure that your youngest son, Koda, would stay healthy and safe in his own home, but it was also a mindless task the both of you could enjoy.

You hummed to yourself, swaying your hips to the old song. You ignored the footsteps of your husband trying to be silent. He walked up behind you, making you smile. You paused wiping the marble counter as you felt your large husband lean against you. He put his head down on your shoulder, kissing your neck with a smile. His large hands moved to rest on your hips. "You look so beautiful."

You couldn't help but smile as you chuckled. You leaned back against his broad big frame. It always felt like he was perfectly built to hold you and to keep you close. You always felt so totally consumed by him but in the best of ways. "Izuku, I'm a mess." You told him. "I'm pretty sure this shirt hasn't been washed in a week and I haven't taken a shower today and I'm pretty sure one of Shoyo's markers managed to scrape my sweatp-"

"You're so beautiful." He insisted as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, taking a breath. He tightened his grip on you happily swaying to the music with you. "I love you just like this." He spoke up again. You turned your head to look up at him with wide eyes.

Izuku looked down at you with an expression you had seen time and time again before but one that you couldn't help but feel overwhelmingly consumed by. His green eyes, beautiful and bright just for you, were consumed by his pupils as he looked down at you. A gentle smile was on his lips.

You felt heat go up your neck as you looked away from him embarrassed. You felt like you were twenty years younger, blushing at his charming words and such unabashed glances and faces.

You felt his hand gently move to your face, angling you to look back up at him again. His eyes searched your face almost as if he wanted to dive into your very being and stay there. You were frozen staring up at him, the cloth you were holding long gone as you looked up at him, waiting on his every word.

"Dear God..." He let out softly before a soft disbelieving scoff left his mouth. "I am so lucky to have you." He gently took your smaller hand in his own, kissing the palm of your hand as he gently turned you into his arms, making you chest to chest.

You stared up at him before smiling gently. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you leaned against his chest, swaying to the music. You felt his arm wrap around you while he joined your hands together. He rested his head ontop of your own as the both of you carefully swayed to the music.

It was intimate moments like this that made you fall deeper and deeper in love with your husband. He held your heart in his hands and you didn't know how he managed to do it. Because here you were, teary eyed as you realised that you were with this wonderful man, Midoriya Izuku.

How he'd given you everything you could have ever wanted in life. He had given you his heart, five wonderful boys, a life of luxury and never having to worry about a cent, this wonderful house, a life focusing on whatever you wanted.

You knew that you were immensely lucky. So wonderfully lucky.

You opened your eyes as you looked up at your husband, who turned to look down at you. That smile on his face that told you that he had no other thoughts in his head other than ones of you. You couldn't help but move your hand to cup his face as you stared up at him. You pulled him down to put his forehead against yours as he held you, dancing in your kitchen together.

To the end of the road, still i can't let go. It's unnatural, you belong to me, I belong to you.

"Kane do you think-" Toshinori stopped talking as he stopped in his tracks on the staircase. Him and Kane had decided to grab some snacks from downstairs.

Kane looked at the other teenager who had stopped in his tracks. His gaze softened as a gentle smile went to his face. Kane raised an eyebrow before looking in the direction that he was looking in. There in the kitchen, holding onto each other and swaying to the music was you and Izuku. Kane's eyes widened. He wasn't entirely sure what to call what he was seeing but it was soemthing he had rarely seen in his life.

Kane took out his phone and recorded the scene, both boys decided to mutually stay silent and enjoy the moment. Toshinori smiled at the sight of his parents together. If there was one thing he was grateful for, it was the love that you two had for each other. Despite all his complaining of the both of you being disgustingly in love, Toshinori wouldn't have changed it for a thing.

Kane had barely seen what love was supposed to look like, but he knew, watching you both right now...

It was right in front of him.

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[sassypossumm]

Mafia Boss!Miguel laying it down when he's jealous... [🔞MDNI]

This man definetly lays it down on you in the most primal, passionate of ways.

Mafia Boss!Miguel enjoys doggy, thrives off of it in fact. Especially when he's frustrated...

A jealous Mafia Boss!Miguel will not hesitate to leave whatever social engagement you're at in order to get you home and plow you into the mattress.

Oh, you didn't want to leave? Doesn't matter. Mafia Boss!Miguel just tosses you over his shoulder and carries you out without a second glance at anyone.

Mafia Boss!Miguel has you slammed up against a wall as soon as your penthouse door closes. You don't even make it to the bedroom before he's stripped you naked and fingered you to the edge twice.

But you don't get to cum...only good girls get to cum.

When you grumble in protest, Mafia Boss!Miguel slings you over his shoulder with a hissed comment about that sleazy cabrón he'd caught sliding his hand down your arm.

Mafia Boss!Miguel strides up the stairs and kicks in the bedroom door, sending splinters flying. He tosses you unceremoniously on the bed and begins angrily stripping.

Your pussy clenches at the feral gleam in his eyes, and that telltale prickly heat of desire flushes through your entire body. By the time he's crawling over you, you're rubbing your thighs together in a pitiful attempt to simulate the delicious friction that only came from that beautiful cock brushing against your thigh.

Mafia Boss!Miguel pauses only long enough to press a searing kiss to your lips, teasing your tongue with his, before pulling back and flipping you on all fours.

Mafia Boss!Miguel ignores your broken whine and spreads your thighs apart, denying your pussy any kind of stimulation. He sits up on his knees and spreads your folds slowly, and groans in approval as he watches your pussy grow wetter as it clenches around nothing.

Before you can even take a deep breath, he's pulled your hips back and slid into you in one agonizingly slow motion. You groan in unison. And he pauses long enough to press a kiss to your shoulder before sitting back on his knees and pushing your head into the pillows.

Mafia Boss!Miguel fucks you into the mattress without mercy, riding you like a river, his hips rolling and pivoting like the tides of the ocean.

Grabbing your hips and pulling you back into his thrusts, grunting and moaning, his hair growing damp and clinging to his forehead.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air as he slaps your ass raw and red, growling and grumbling.

"Who's a good whore?" He breathes hotly in your ear.

"Yeah, you like that?" He grunts, pulling you back to meet his hips roughly, his balls brushing against your overstimulated clit.

"Such a good whore...fuck...my good whore." He groans, folding himself over you, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling your back impossibly close against his chest, molding your bodies together in an erotic bachata of pleasure.

"So tight baby..." He moans, nipping at your neck, groaning at your mewling. "Wanna cum baby?" He smiles at your earnest nod and sucks two of his fingers into his mouth and presses them to your sensitive clit.

"All you had to do was ask."

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[sleep-0-deprived]

Hands on my knees ~

Men who love it when you give messy blow jobs, just holding your head up by your scalp or pulling on your hair as you drool rolling your eyes forward making eye contact as their cock keeps your mouth too full to talk leaving you just gurgling mindlessly.

Men who hold one leg up fucking you in your bed putting their fingers in your mouth making you choke and suck on them as they snap their hips forward making your body jerk with each thrusts as you lay all fucked out and lewd.

Men who bend you over their knee fingering you harshly over and over rubbing up agaisnt your prostate milking it as they keep holding you bent by the arch of your back until you cum all over yourself.

Men who hold their face in your neck grunting in your ear whispering lewd words about how good you feel around them and how they wanna stay inside you forever, holding your body close skin to skin with you under them as they fuck you senseless.

Men who are silently great with after care despite them being so rough with you in the bed, clawing all the cum off you washing up the bed sheets bringing you pain killers if you need them, outside of sex they are total sweethearts and no one would ever think them to do such dirty things to you.

—Nanami, Kunikida, Toji, Sukuna, Jotaro, Zoro, crocodile, Uzui, Gojo, Geto, Bram, Choso

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[lucylicious666]

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[villainsandvictimsalliance]

HAVEN'T HAD A DREAM IN A LONG TIME

SEE, THE LIFE I'VE HAD

CAN TURN A GOOD MAN BAD

SO, FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE

LET ME GET WHAT I WANT

LORD KNOWS, IT WOULD BE THE LAST TIME

LORD KNOW, IT WOULD BE THE FIRST TIME

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[lazyjellyfish300]

Intertwining Souls with Miguel O'Hara

Miguel O'Hara x gn!Reader

A/N: I saw this DELICIOUS ASS GIF AND GOT INSPIRED (thanks @mrsoharaa for putting it on my dash HEHE🥰) VERY IMPORTANT VISUAL for the following thot. 😏

CW: SUGGESTIVE, MINORS DNI

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Imagine lying in bed naked with Miguel. No expectations. No hidden intentions for it to lead to anything stronger than simply laying on top of him, completely bare against his chest as you exchange loving, lingering, lazy kisses. Soft groans breathing into a passionate exhale he captures against your mouth as his tongue addictively weaves with yours. Nothing but cozy thick blankets and this plush bed and this tender man you're melting against.

Enjoying the way his muscles wrap around you. Relishing the fact you're safe in the strength of this giant of a man. The outline of his body and every ridge, scar, dip, and callous of his skin imprinting onto yours as if it's the first, despite countless meetings before.

Letting the heat from each other's bodies consume each other as you create a cozy, sensual, intimate space from the affectionate act that's taking place.

The world quiet and desolate outside completely separate from the one you're currently lost in. Morning still hours away as your souls tangle with one another in the deep nighttime.

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🖤

@1-900-venusluvs @thatone-writer

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[autumnblooms]

Even sinners go to drink the wine, break the bread

#caption was 100% an excuse to use a Greta van Fleet song #their music makes me so sad and nostalgic and that feels fitting right now #anyway here’s Aeon #my art #the band ghost #aeon ghoul #ghost band #phantom ghoul #nameless ghouls #quintessence ghoul #Spotify

[elainebursts]

⋆.ೃ࿔ sᴀᴛᴜʀɴ - ⋆ 𝙋.𝘽.

ʚ sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ⋆. 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙜𝙚 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙮𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚!

ʚ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ ⋆. 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛

ʚ ᴄᴡ! ⋆. 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙥𝙚𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨, 𝙪𝙝𝙝 𝙞 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡!

ʚ ᴀɴ ⋆. 𝙪𝙢 𝙃𝙀𝙇𝙇𝙊?! 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙝𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙘! 😭💓 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤!! 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙞 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙗𝙩 𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙮𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙤 𝙞 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙛𝙛 𝙞’𝙫𝙚 𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 😭😭

you stand in the gym idle, bouncing the volleyball against the gym floor. your teammates all stand gathered around you, chatting and laughing. you let out a huff, holding the volleyball between your hip and forearm.

“y/n. did you hear anything i just said?” one of your teammates laughs, shaking your shoulder. “huh? no.. no sorry.” you shake your head, looking into the audience for any sight of your girlfriend, paige. she told you she’d be coming to your game today, where is she? you ponder.

suddenly, you feel a hand on your hip, “whatcha looking for, ma?” a voice rasps in your ear. you turn your head around, smiling widely as you see paige. “paige!” you squeal, hugging into her. “wait—why are you back here.. you should be sitting down—“ paige cuts you off with a kiss to your lips. “just wanted to see you, baby.” she whispers, kissing your temple.

you smile softly, your cheeks flushing a soft, rosy pink. you hear your coach call you and your team out, the crowd roaring. “i’ll see you after the game?” paige smiles, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. you nod, “bye baby,” you whisper, smiling widely as you run out onto the court.

you and a few other teammates set into your positions. you watch as your teammate serves the ball, a bounce from her hands hitting the ball pings through your ear. the crowd watches as the ball flies over the net, quick to make its way back and fly towards you. you make a quick attack, digging the ball as your teammate spikes it to the other side of the net, the ball hitting the floor.

an applause erupts, along with a few screams and cheers. suddenly, you hear a shout of your name, snapping your head towards the direction of the oh so familiar voice. “yeah y/n!!” paige’s voice echos through your ears as you smile widely, quickly being drowned out by your surrounding teammates on the court “ahhhhh ace,” they all grunt in unison, you join in, clapping twice as your teams chant echos throughout the gym.

the halftime buzzer erupts throughout the gym, you glance at the scoreboard 13-10, your team up by 3 points. you slump in your chair, downing half of your water, groaning as you throw your head back. you wipe the sweat off your forehead, not listening to anything your coach is telling you, “y/l/n! are you listening to me?” your coach shouts, you roll your eyes getting up and making your way back to the court, waiting for the rest of your team.

once you’re all back on the court, the games quick to start up again. the other team serves, you’re quick to jump up, smacking the ball as someone on the other team hits it back.

the crowd falls silent on the last few seconds of the game, everyone pondering who would win. you clench your jaw, spiking the ball to the other side, the crowd erupting in cheers as your teammates all huddle together, congratulating one another. you stand off to the side, grabbing your belongings and quickly making your way through everyone, looking for your girlfriend. “y/n! baby, over here!!” you hear her voice call out. you turn your head, making your way towards her. you wrap your arms around her middle, hugging her tightly. “you did so well, baby.” she whispers to you, kissing your forehead. “uh huh..” you nod, smiling softly.

“hey y/n! you and paige wanna go grab a bite from Ricky’s?” one of your teammates calls over to you, you glance at paige, watching as she nods. “yeah we’re coming.” you smile.

ʚ ᴀɴ ⋆. 𝙞 𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙘. 𝙞 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝙇𝙀 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞’𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙪𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣’𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 😭 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙢 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨. 𝙞’𝙢 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙮 🙏

-𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚 ꨄ︎

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[diastruction]

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[mariasont]

Semantics - A.H

a/n: guysssss i had so much fun writing this one let me know what you think :)

masterlist

pairings: aaron hotchner x bimbo!assistant!reader

summary: you flirt with an officer that has been driving hotch mad all day

warnings: slight suggestive stuff, hotch looks at r's tits, mad!hotch, reader flirting with someone other than hotch! JAIL!

wc: 1.2k

Stationed precariously on your toes, you had on shoes that did not seem dependable for today's work. Hotch was sure that they weren't standard issue for on the job. Did he have the heart to tell you this? Absolutely not.

His grip on the bullpen's bar tightened, his knuckles bleaching to the color of bone. There you were, talking with an officer with a chirpiness that seemed excessive. The volume of your laughter seemed to breach the boundaries of appropriacy, your fingers decorated with glossy paint twirled in your hair, and your proximity to him was decidedly intimate.

He felt a little sick.

The officer's ineptitude was exacerbating the situation. Perhaps calling him an idiot was a bit severe, but Hotch couldn't help but consider it. He was this close to charging the officer was obstruction of justice, and it wasn't only because he was too close to you. The man boy had been nothing but a nuisance all day, holding back information, delaying necessary search warrants, and incessantly bitching about the FBI's involvement.

And you, his assistant, were well aware of the situation as Hotch had talked about it ad nauseam. Yet, there you were, flirting with the officer. He couldn't fathom why. All Hotch was aware of was the involuntary twitch in his hand, hovering perilously near his firearm. That was dramatic, he knew this. He was fine.

What Hotch was also aware of was how the team was watching, no, dissecting his every move. This led him to extract himself from the viewpoint, throwing himself into his office, and not particularly caring about the door's loud bang behind him.

He wasn't sure how long he was in there, wading through reports and forms, each one a small fortification against the temptation to check on you, before there was a knock on the door. It was so faint that it would have gone unnoticed had he not been so acutely attuned to every aspect of this morning.

He tried to convince himself that his keen sensitivity had nothing to do with you.

He raised his head just enough to see you and your pink slacks standing in the doorway. You had the biggest smile, and it took every ounce of discipline not to shovel you in the room, close the door, and kiss you senseless. That wouldn't be appropriate. He was your boss, and more importantly, not your boyfriend.

"Yes?"

His words were blunt and clipped, too stern by half, and he immediately wanted to kick himself as he noted the minuscule wobble in your smile before you could hide it.

You stepped forward, licking your lips in a nervous habit that he caught all too clearly. The door closed with a definitive thud, and a heavy knot twisted in his belly as he motioned for you to sit.

Your effort to reconstruct that trademark smile of yours was apparent, but to his penetrating eyes, it fell short of its customary sparkle. Obediently, you took your place in the seat before him, one leg over the other.

The soft tapping of your sparkly pen against your notepad echoed through the hushed room, another nervous habit of yours. He wanted to kick himself again.

"Sorry I know you're busy," you began, your head's slight tilt dislodging a strand of hair to obscure your eyes. "I'm just about to make a coffee run for the officers. Do you want your usual?"

The officers. If he had the influence over you that he secretly wanted, he'd have you spit in their drinks. Again, a dramatic thought, but one that felt warranted in his mind.

He repositioned himself, settling more firmly into the chair as his hands came together in front of him on the desk. "That's fine."

Your inched forward, and with it, a breath of your shampoo crossed the divide. He found himself mirroring your movement.

"What's wrong?"

"Why do you assume something is wrong?"

"You've got that frown on your face that makes you look constipated." Your smile was growing as you spoke, teasing him. A relief to see. He couldn't help but respond with a reluctant half-smile, almost against his will.

But then he thought about you offering the same teasing banter to the officer, undoubtedly in a more flirtatious manner, and the frown returned.

"There it is again," you noted, arms folding across your chest in a way that pushed the slopes of your breasts to the sky.

He adjusted his pants under the desk.

"I'm fine," he asserted, but the words felt hollow even to his own ears. 

His training as a profiler should have equipped him with a better poker face, but in your presence, those skills were rendered ineffective.

You pursed your lips. Those perfect lips. "I don't believe you."

It sounded more like you were singing rather than speaking, and again, he wanted to smile, but he repressed the urge.

"I don't need you to believe me," he started, narrowing his eyes just enough to be noticeable. "I'm the boss."

You let out an overstated gasp, hand dramatically to your chest. "That was mean."

He found himself laughing--a genuine, unguarded reaction that surprised him just as much as it surprised you. He shook his head, an attempt to regain his composure and the frustration he felt was due. But it was challenging when faced with your innate sweetness, a quality too precious for someone like him.

"I'm sorry," he said, still grinning. It's not often that he apologizes, but he seemed to be making exceptions for you more than anyone else. 

But that could mean nothing.

"Much better," you stated, leaning forward with your elbows on the desk, your smile striking him with an unexpected force. "Now, will you please tell your favorite assistant what's wrong?"

"You're my only assistant."

"Semantics," you scoffed, hand cutting through the air. "Spill."

You had learned that word from Reid and had not stopped saying it since. He gave you a look before giving in.

"Some of the officers are complicating my job more than necessary."

It wasn't really a lie.

You bobbed your head. "I know, right? They're being very unprofessional."

He bit back the comment ready to leap out. You weren't unprofessional--that would be an unfair assessment--but the way you acted earlier could hardly be filed under the professional conduct.

"But did you see me earlier? I totally had that one guy, I can't remember his name, but you know the one--kind of short, bad breath? Anyway, he was wrapped around my finger," you said, proudly at that, as you rummaged through your purse. "And it was worth it because I got you a little something!"

The tension that had been coiling within him unraveled in the form of a couple documents you handed over--witness statements--the very documents the local PD had been stingy with sharing. There was a heartbeat where he thought he might just kiss you for it. That thought might have turned into action, if you hadn't already been on your way out.

"You can thank me later, boss man," you tossed out with a wink. "With a bit of luck and coffee, they'll speed up that warrant thing. I'll be back before you start missing me--promise!"

He wasn't sure if that would be true. He was quick to miss you. He made a promise to himself that he would show his appreciation when you got back. Maybe in an unorthodox way, but as you said--semantics.

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[bridgersluv]

my favorite girls forever 🫶🏻🫶🏻🥹🎀🎀

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[paigebueckersloverr]

Three's A Crowd

This is a multiple part story. This chapter does not have smut. But the next one does, so stay tuned and feel free to critique. I am always open to suggestions and overall thoughts. Thank you.

Stream of the Day: Novacane 🤍

Contents: Paige And The Reader Attend Paige's After-Game Homecoming Party. Where Reader Finally Meets The Infamous Laliah A Former Flame And Now Friend Of Paige's. Which puts both the reader and paige on edge as laliah makes no mistake in letting paige know she still thinks of her.

THINGS TO KNOW: The Reader Is Black As I Am A Black Girl.

Although, Paige Takes On More Of A Switch Role? Sorry, Yall She's Not Getting Dicked Down...For Now.....

Warnings: Kissing, Fingering, Swearing, Vibrating Strap, Breeding, Degration, Praise, Groping, Possesive Reader, Suggestive Language, Possesive Paige, Jealous Reader, Jealous Paige,* I can't think of anything else right now. * COMING SOON!!!

Word Count - 1.6k MEN And MINORS DNI

☆ Salem's Thoughts ☆

This Story is purely fictional I have no personal relation to anyone mentiond. And I have no malicious or weird intent when writing. These fanfictions are purely for enjoyment and obsessed girls like me.

☆ Salem's Final Thoughts ☆

Please be mindful I'm a little rusty at writing as I haven't Written serious fanfiction. Since my wattpad days, I'm Also dyslexic so read at your own risk.

Paige’s after-game homecoming party was in full swing, the living room pulsating with laughter and music, but all the sound seemed to fade as I laid eyes on Laliah. She was standing by the kitchen counter, her dark curls tumbling over her shoulders as she leaned in close to Paige, their shared history palpable in the way they moved. As I walked closer, I could see the flicker of recognition in Paige’s eyes, a mix of nostalgia and unease. Laliah's smile was warm yet carried an edge, her gaze lingering on Paige longer than necessary, making it unmistakably clear that old flames still flickered in her heart.

Earlier That Day....

I sighed as I finally turned off the alarm set for 8:15 AM, groaning softly as I pushed myself out of bed. The morning light filtered through the curtains of our hotel room in Minnesota, where Paige was born and bred, her dream of becoming a UConn Husky now a reality. Her family had moved away a year and some change after she left for Storrs, but Minnesota still held a special place in her heart. I moved quietly around the room, gathering Paige’s bags for practice and the upcoming game.

The city was buzzing with excitement, the air thick with anticipation for the game. Paige and Laliah, once formidable teammates at Hopkins, were now playing on different teams, and their reunion on the court was the talk of the town. This trip was a homecoming of sorts, and the shared history between Paige and Laliah added an extra layer of intrigue to the event. Little did they know paige and laliah shared more than a court together.

Later that day, after the game, the real test would come at the after-game party, where I knew I’d finally meet the infamous Laliah, a former flame and now friend of Paige’s. The thought of Laliah’s presence set me on edge, knowing she still harbored feelings for Paige. With a deep breath, I pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on getting everything ready for Paige’s big day.

Paige stirred in bed, her eyes fluttering open as she sensed my movement. She stretched and then sat up, her expression a mix of excitement and anxiety. "I'm nervous about the game," she admitted softly, running a hand through her hair. "It’s been a while since I’ve played in front of a hometown crowd, and with Laliah on the other team..."

I walked over to her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder and pressing a light kiss to her forehead. "You’ve got this, my love. You’ve trained so hard, and everyone here knows what an amazing player you are." I smiled, trying to infuse my voice with confidence. "Plus, it’s just another game. You’ve faced tougher challenges."

She smiled back, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Thanks. I just...I want to make everyone proud."

"You will," I assured her, then hesitated before continuing. "And about meeting your former teammates tonight...I’m a little nervous too. Especially about Laliah."

Paige's smile faded slightly, and she nodded. "I know. It’s complicated, but you’re the one I’m with now. She’s just a friend."

"I trust you, my love," I replied, squeezing her shoulder gently and running my fingers through her hair. "But it’s still a bit intimidating, you know? Meeting people who’ve known you for so long and finally seeing Laliah after everything..."

"We’ll get through it together," Paige said, her voice steadier now. She leaned in, giving me a soft kiss. "Just focus on the game for now. We’ll deal with the rest later."

After reassuring Paige, we finished getting ready and headed to the arena. The drive was filled with quiet moments of hand-holding and exchanged glances, a mix of excitement and underlying nerves. As we pulled up, the bustling energy of the city was evident, fans already gathering in anticipation of the game.

Inside the locker room, the atmosphere was electric, teammates greeting Paige with enthusiasm. I found a spot in the stands, the sea of familiar faces reminding me of just how significant this game was. The crowd erupted in cheers as the teams took to the court, and I spotted Laliah warming up on the other side, her presence a stark reminder of the evening to come.

As I scanned the crowd from my seat in the stands, my eyes eventually landed on Laliah. She stood out effortlessly, her presence commanding attention without even trying. Her dark curls framed her face in a cascade of effortless elegance, and her smile, though warm, held a hint of mystery. Dressed in her vibrant mustard yellow and worn leather red uniform , she exuded confidence and grace.

Beside me, Paige's family chatted excitedly, her mom waving enthusiastically at every point Paige scored. Her dad and stepmother watched intently, their pride evident in every cheer and applause. Paige's two little brothers were bouncing in their seats, their energy contagious, while her little sister sat quietly, eyes fixed on the game with a thoughtful expression.

The game was intense, both teams playing with unmatched vigor. Paige moved with a grace and determination that made my heart swell with pride. Each basket, each defensive move, showcased her dedication and skill. But it was impossible to ignore Laliah's equally impressive performance, the chemistry between them on full display even as opponents.

Amidst the excitement, I couldn't help but steal glances at Laliah, her interactions with the crowd and the game itself a fascinating study. Despite the history between her and Paige, there was an air of familiarity and respect in the way she engaged with everyone around her.

Paige's family, oblivious to the significance of Laliah's presence, continued to cheer and celebrate each play with infectious enthusiasm. As the final buzzer sounded and uconn emerged victorious, the crowd erupted in cheers, and I quickly rushed down to meet her. She wrapped me in a tight hug, her face glowing with the thrill of victory.

"We did it," she whispered, her voice breathless.

"You were amazing, my love," I said, kissing her cheek. "Absolutely amazing." She said as she spun us around and cheered. In the locker room, amidst the jubilant cheers and high-fives, Paige and i shared a quiet moment of celebration, her arms wrapped tightly around me as we basked in the euphoria of victory.

After the locker room celebrations, Paige and I retreated to our hotel room to get ready for the party. As Paige changed into her usual attire—a black button-down shirt paired with loose trousers—I opted for a more toned-down look, slipping into a sleek yet understated dress that accentuated my curves in all the right places.

As I smoothed down the fabric of my dress, Paige sauntered over, a playful smirk playing on her lips. "You know, I think I prefer you in less clothing," she teased, wrapping her arms around my waist from behind.

I chuckled, leaning back into her embrace. "Oh really? And here I thought you were all about the mystery."

She nuzzled into the crook of my neck, planting soft kisses along my collarbone. "I like a little mystery, but I also like knowing what's underneath," she murmured, her voice low and suggestive.

A shiver ran down my spine at her words, the familiar heat of desire igniting between us. "Well, lucky for you, you've already unwrapped this package," I replied, turning to face her with a playful grin.

Paige chuckled, her eyes darkening with desire as she pulled me closer. "And what a delightful surprise it was," she murmured, capturing my lips in a searing kiss.

As we finally made our way to the party, the playful banter between Paige and me took on a tense edge, each teasing remark and stolen glance fueling the simmering jealousy between us. The air crackled with unspoken tension, our insecurities festering beneath the surface like a wound that refused to heal.

As we mingled amidst the crowd, Paige's gaze lingered on Laliah for a moment too long, and a surge of Jealousy with a hint of anger ignited within me. "Can we talk?" I hissed through gritted teeth, pulling her aside with a firm grip on her arm.

Paige's eyes flashed with frustration, her own insecurities about the night finally bubbling to the surface. "What now?" she snapped, her tone sharp and defensive.

"It's about her, isn't it?" I accused, my voice trembling with anger and hurt. "You can't deny that there's something between you and Laliah."

Paige's jaw tensed, her expression defensive. "She's just a friend, damn it!" she spat, her voice laced with frustration. "Why can't you trust me?"

But trust was a fragile thing, easily shattered by the lingering stares and whispered conversations that passed between them. "Because it feels like I'm competing with her for your attention!" I shot back, my voice rising in desperation.

As our argument escalated, the tension between us reached a boiling point, our words a painful reminder of the growing rift between us. And amidst the chaos, Laliah approached, her presence casting a shadow over our already strained relationship.

We soon put the argument to rest, realizing that no one would come out happier than when we entered. In Paige's attempt to reassure me, she gently guided me over to Laliah, attempting to make introductions. Despite the lingering tension, Paige's gesture was a small but significant step towards easing the palpable unease that hung in the air. As we approached Laliah, I felt a surge of apprehension coursing through me, unsure of how the encounter would unfold. Nevertheless, I squared my shoulders and forced a polite smile, ready to face whatever lay ahead.

"Laliah, this is..." Paige began, her voice trailing off as she glanced uncertainly at me, her hand still clenched in mine.

"Y/N, her girlfriend and secretary on occasion. I interrupted, my tone cool and clipped. As I smiled softly and reached out for a handshake, which she returned steadfastly, "I've heard a lot about you."

Laliah's lips curled into a knowing smirk, her gaze flickering between Paige and me with a hint of amusement. "Likewise," she replied, her voice smooth as silk. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you both."

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[bbieangel]

Too Sweet (18+)

No outbreak!Joel x Fem!reader

A/N: This idea came to me while listening to Too Sweet by Hozier. It's my first time writing smut lol I hope it came out well.

Summary: You wake up at 5 am to get ready for your shift at the hospital and find Joel downstairs drinking coffee. You can't go back to sleep so he has a few ideas to make you tired.

18+ Warnings: unprotected p in v, oral fem receiving, oral male receiving, joel likes to be dominant, age gap (at least 10 years), reader is submissive, breast play, size kink. not a warning but there's aftercare, a sweet moment after the intense session they had.

Word count: 7k

Hope you like it! Enjoy <3

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You woke up at 5 am, to start prepping for your shift. As a nurse, this wasn't out of the ordinary for you. On the contrary, it was a good day; you had managed to sleep a good 6 hours after a week of endless shifts, lots and lots of people filling the ER that had you speeding from one unit to another. One bed to another. It was exhausting, but you couldn't deny that you loved your job.

Still, you missed your boyfriend. Joel Miller. When you opened your eyes and patted beside you, the other half of the bed was empty. Taken back, you wrapped yourself on a robe and went downstairs to find him drinking coffee while reading a book.

"Joel.. what– it's five am."

You mumbled, rubbing your eyes while a yawn came out of your mouth.

He chuckled at how adorable you looked, your hair all messy and your voice still raspy from sleeping.

"Jus' wasn't tired."

He responded, and pulled you into his lap.

"But it's.. you should sleep. I don't understand your habit of always going to sleep at sunrise."

You spoke and buried your face in his neck, taking a deep inhale of his scent that sent shivers down your spine.

He wrapped his arm around your waist and kisses your cheek.

"I should ask you the same question, what are ya doin' awake?"

You looked at him confused.

"I have my shift today."

You told him, thinking it was obvious as he already knew.

"Sweetheart.. your shift is tomorrow. Today's your day off."

He mumbled and placed a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"No.. wait, today is friday, isn't it?"

"Nope, it's thursday, dear."

His confirmation made you sigh frustrated, you had mixed the days. But you were already up, and tiredness didn't seem to be settling back into you.

"Fuck.."

You whispered.

"I'm so dumb."

He chuckled and rubbed your back.

"You're not. Accidents happen. Go back to bed, darlin'."

"I.. I can't. I'm awake already, I'll be tosing around bed for like an hour before I even begin to feel tired."

You spoke, a hint of weariness behind your eyes even though you knew falling asleep again wasn't that easy for you.

"What about.. I help you relax?"

He asked into your ear, his voice a low purr that made your stomach twist with pleasure.

"And how do you plan on doing that?"

You asked, a smirk now adorning your face.

He lifted you up and carried you to the bedroom upstairs, while you laughed.

"Okay, okay. I understand."

You spoke with a smile as he laid you down in bed.

He took off your robe and threw it away, leaving you only in your underwear.

He hovered over you, one knee spreading your legs.

"You'll be exhausted after this, hun."

He whispered and started to kiss on your neck, nibbling at some point. You couldn't help but squirm under him, he knew your sensitive spots by memory now.

Your hands went up to his head and played with the soft curls there, scratching his scalp softly.

Your underwear was drenched, having just woken up you were more sensitive than you could've been at any other time in the day.

And he knew it.

His kisses trailed down your chest and he pulled out one of your breasts from your bra, groaning before wrapping his mouth against your nipple and starting to suck on it. His tongue twirling around it, while his other hand played with your other breast. Pinching your nipple softly, just enough to make your breathing go faster.

You arched your back and let out a moan, your nails now digging onto his back.

"There's my girl.. I wanna hear you, don't hold back."

He spoke, massaging both of your breasts before going lower, his mouth pressing kisses below your stomach.

You cursed under your breath and pushed his head, at which he let out a low chuckle.

"Needy, ain't ya? So impatient.."

He spoke in a husky tone and pressed his face against your sticky underwear, that showed a big stain.

He groaned and let out a soft moan, pulling your underwear until it was off of you. He threw it across the room, his hot breath sending tingles to your core.

"Joel.. please, fuck."

You whined, spreading your legs wider now.

"Shh, easy now. Who's in charge here?"

He asked in a more serious tone, looking at you. His eyes were dark, desire being evident behind them.

"Y-You are.."

You spoke, submitting to him almost instantly.

"Glad to hear."

He said and the tip of his tongue slid through your folds. You couldn't help but mumble some nonsense, your patience was running low as he took his sweet time to make you feel good.

Just as you were going to beg him, he buried his face on your cunt. His mouth wrapped around your clit and started sucking on it, his tongue going around it and twisting like his only purpose in life was to drive you insane by giving you so much pleasure.

You moaned his name, loud, which seemed to only motivate him more as he slid two fingers inside of you. So easy, as you were already drenched.

"Hands off, sweetheart. You know the rules."

He said as you started tugging at his hair. With a wine you complied, and placed your hands by your sides.

"You're being so good to me today.."

He mumbled as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, stretching you for what was next.

"Joel.. I need it now. Please."

You spoke desperately while looking into his eyes, which only seemed to darken even more as you pladed.

Without saying a word, he stepped back from you and took off his boxers, revealing his hard, throbbing cock. He was already on edge just by hearing you moan for him, and take in the taste of your core.

Hovering over you again, he spread your legs more. He placed one on his shoulder and gave you a wink.

You jumped and whimpered when the tip of his length aligned in your entrance.

"It's okay. Ya know how to take me well.."

He whispered as he started inserting himself into you, slowly, spreading you open.

Your walls tightened against him, as his long dick made its way into you.

He stroked you thigh softly, squeezing it without too much force.

"So good for me. You're so good."

He whispered and began moving slowly in and out of you, making your breath get caught up on your throat.

He pinned your hands on top of your head with one hand, while the other gripped on your hip and started going faster, circling his hips to find that sweet spot of yours.

You gasped when he found it, and he grinned at your reaction, only to start pounding into it with more force than before.

"J-Joel I ca– I can't.."

You whined, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you bit your lower lip to try not to scream.

"No, no. What have I told ya?"

He said as he freed your lower lip from your teeth.

"But I–"

"I don't care."

He said and moved faster into you.

"I wanna hear every little sound that comes out of your pretty mouth, understood?"

He said, his dominant tone and demeanor made you get closer to the imminent orgasm.

"Y-Yes.. Sorry."

You mumbled while you rocked your hips against his, your stomach tightening and growing warmer.

He noticed the change in your breathing, your moans; it all indicated that you were close.

"C'mon baby, give it to me. Come on."

He encouraged you and his thumb started to rub against your clip, just enough to send you over the edge so you could reach that sweet release.

Your hands wrapped around him as you reached the orgasm, feeling how your walls were tightening around him, something that drove him crazy every time.

When you came down from cloud nine, you looked over at him. A few drops of sweat had formed on his forehead, his chest had freckles all over it; he looked so good helping you ride out the last seconds of your release.

"Take it out."

You demanded after catching your breath.

"N-No, sweetheart, I'm almost there, I–"

"I want it in my mouth. Now."

You spoke and his pupils dilated, nodding as he did what you said for the first time that day.

He laid down on his stomach, his chest rising up and down rapidly, showing how aroused and excited he was.

You wrapped your lips around his length, and started pumping it with your hand. Your tongue moved around his throbbing head, sucking on it until it was completely wet.

"Oh, fuck, darlin'.."

He groaned, his hands clenching onto the sheets until his knuckles turned white.

You pushed it deeper into your mouth, your lips almost touching his testicles at this point, which made him jump and let out a loud gasp.

"Sweetheart, I'm gonna– Please.."

That was all the warning he gave you before coming inside of your mouth, painting your walls. You continued sucking until the last drop of his release was out, and inside of your mouth.

You looked into his eyes as you swallowed, the salty mixture dripping from your lips.

He laid in bed exhausted, but still managed to pull you by his side. He wiped your mouth with his thumb, and cuddled you against him.

"That was.. so, so good."

He whispered, pressing a kiss on your forehead.

"You were the one trying to make me exhausted. And let me tell ya, it worked."

You chuckled as you put the blanket and the cover on top of you and him, wrapping you both in a cocoon.

He let out a small laugh and pressed his face against your neck.

"I'm always willing to make my pretty girl feel good."

He mumbled, his voice becoming raspy again. You could tell he was tired too.

You traced imaginary shapes on his chest, and scratched his scalp softly which made him let out a soft hum.

"Let's sleep, honey."

You whispered and he nodded softly. You chuckled, finding it too amusing when he was in that state of pure softness, letting his guard down so you could take care of him.

"I love you."

He mumbled, you could tell he was drifting off to sleep but still wanted to let you know you were loved by him.

"I love you too, hun."

You whispered and shifted your body until you were comfortable, letting yourself fall into slumber with him wrapping your arms around you. At that moment nothing else mattered, just you two.

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[kendyzzlewp]

Creatures in Heaven||ART DONALDSON

pairing: art donaldson x fem!reader

summary: you run into your old college sweetheart, art, in a hotel bar. old wounds resurface as you tried to make sense of it all.

tags: college sweethearts, angst, non graphic smut?, reconnecting, pain, sad!art, divorced!reader, tears

“I don’t think I realize just how much I miss you sometimes. We were young and so in love. We were just creatures in heaven.”

You’ve always loved hotel bars.

The dimly lit space, the chatter of the guests around you, the overpriced drinks. Sitting down on a stool at the hotel you frequent after a particularly hard day at work, you can’t help but let your mind drift off. The TV above you plays a recap of the latest tennis match. Your old friend shows up on the screen, brown head stuck to his forehead, a huge goofy victorious smile on his face.

You quickly pull up your phone, sending a congratulatory text to Patrick. Making plans to meet before he leaves town.

A glass of wine gets placed in front of you, the maroon liquid swirling slightly.

“Y/N?”

You could recognize that voice anywhere. Turning slightly in your stool, your eyes met surprised blue ones. The pounding of your heart could be heard from miles away. He looked older, fitter. His blonde hair was now shorter, a stark difference to his Stanford days.

“Art,” you whispered, placing your drink down with trembling hands. “Wow, it’s been so long.”

As your gaze meets Art's, memories flood back, and you're reminded of the countless conversations and shared moments in your college dorm. You could lie and say you haven’t been following his career but you weren’t kidding anyone but yourself. You watched every tournament, every match, cheered silently from your apartment as took the tennis world by storm.

As he sits down beside you, you can't help but feel a rush of emotions—nostalgia mixed with a tinge of sadness. The memories of your last encounter weigh heavily on your mind, the pain and heartache still fresh despite the passing years.

"I can't believe it's really you," Art says, breaking the silence. "I've thought about you so often, wondered how you were doing. You look great.”

You look into his eyes, seeing a mix of emotions mirrored back at you. There's regret, longing, and a hint of hope.

"I've thought about you too," you admit, a sad smile playing on your lips. "I watched your matches, saw your rise to the top. I'm so proud of you, Art.

"Thank you, Y/N. That means a lot to me." Art's expression softens, a bittersweet smile crossing his face. “Wouldn’t be where I am without your support.”

The air between you is heavy with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. You both know there's much to discuss, but the weight of the past sits between you like a barrier.

“How’s Tashi?”

You had to ask. Patrick talked about them all the time. Even drunkenly confessing he had slept with Tashi in Atlanta when they bumped into each other for a tournament. You wonder if Art knew, you wonder if he hurt the way he hurt you.

“She’s Tashi,” he whispers, motioning the bartender for a drink. “Same as always.”

Art's response is cryptic, and you can sense the tension in his voice. You remember the pain of hearing about his relationship with Tashi, and it stirs up a mix of emotions within you.

"I heard about your marriage," you say softly, searching his eyes for any reaction. "I hope she makes you happy."

Art looks down at his drink, swirling the liquid around in his glass. His silver wedding band caught the bar’s overhead yellow light.

"It's complicated. Things are... not what they seem."

You nod silently, understanding how complicated a marriage like that could be. You think about your own failed relationship, how it was necessary for you to let your husband go because he couldn’t compare. He could never compare to the man sitting next to you.

“Are you married?” He asked, taking a sip of his whisky.

You hesitate for a moment, the weight of Art's question sinking in. It's a question that holds so much significance, one that forces you to confront your own feelings and past decisions.

"Divorced," you reply softly, meeting his gaze steadily.

There's a flicker of something in Art's eyes, a mix of surprise and curiosity. You wonder if he can sense the unspoken truth behind your words, the lingering emotions that still tie you to him despite the passage of time.

"I've had my share of relationships," you continue, your eyes fixed on the drink in front of you. "But they just… didn’t compare."

Art's gaze intensifies, his eyes searching yours for any hint of what you're feeling. The air between you crackles with tension, the weight of your words hanging heavily in the dimly lit space of the hotel bar.

"I'm sorry to hear that," he says softly, his voice tinged with regret. "But I'm glad you're here now."

You feel a rush of emotions at his words, the familiar warmth of his presence washing over you like a comforting embrace. Despite the years apart and the pain of the past, there's still a connection between you that refuses to fade. You were only really yourself around Art. The rest just got this fucked up, fake version of you.

“I heard you have a daughter,” you said, changing the subject. “How is she?”

A pang of sadness hits you as you see the light in his eyes at the mention of his daughter. You wished you were the one to give him a child, just like you planned together all those years ago. Laid up together in your small dorm bed, hand intertwined, whispering promises and dreams at three in the morning.

“Lily,” Art's expression softens even more at the mention of his daughter, a warm smile spreading across his face. "She's the light of my life."

You can't help but smile at the genuine love and pride in his voice. Despite the complexities of his marriage and the challenges he may face, it's clear that his daughter brings him immense joy and fulfillment.

"I'm so glad to hear that," you say sincerely, feeling a bittersweet tug at your heartstrings. "She's lucky to have a father like you."

Art's eyes meet yours, and for a moment, it feels as though the weight of the past and the uncertainties of the future fade away, leaving only the warmth of the connection between you.

"Thank you," he murmurs, his voice filled with emotion.

As you continue to talk about Lily, you can't help but feel a sense of warmth and nostalgia enveloping you. Despite the complexities of your past and the uncertainties of the future, there's a comfort in the shared memories and the genuine connection between you and Art.

As the conversation flows, you find yourself opening up more than you ever expected, sharing stories and laughter in the dimly lit space of the hotel bar. It's as if the years apart have melted away, leaving only the familiar ease and familiarity of your college days.

You look down at your phone, eyes widening at the time. “Wow,” you exclaimed. “It’s three am.”

Art chuckles softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Time really flies when you're lost in conversation, doesn't it?"

You nod, feeling a mixture of surprise and contentment at how quickly the hours have passed. Despite the late hour, you find yourself reluctant to leave the comfort of Art's company and the warm ambiance of the hotel bar.

"It's been so wonderful catching up with you," you say, a genuine smile tugging at your lips. "I've missed this."

Art's smile mirrors yours, his expression filled with warmth and sincerity. "Me too, Y/N. It's been far too long."

As you gather your things and prepare to leave, you can't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the unexpected reunion and the chance to reconnect with Art after so many years apart. Despite the complexities of your past and the uncertainties of the future, you know that this moment will always hold a special place in your heart.

As you bid Art farewell and step out into the cool night air, you feel a sense of renewal and hope stirring within you. You start walking down the street, your heart bleeding from reopening old wounds you swore to never touch again.

“Wait!”

You turn around to see Art jogging to catch up to you. He slows down as he approaches you, panting slightly.

“Is everything okay?" you ask, a hint of concern in your voice.

Art looks at you, tears pooling in his eyes. "I know it’s too late, but I just don’t think you realize just how much I miss you sometimes.”

His voice trembles, and you can see the raw emotion in his eyes. He steps closer, his hands trembling slightly as he reaches out to take your hand.

“Y/N, it’s been almost ten years, and not a day goes by that I don’t think about you. I miss the way you laugh, the way you’d stay up with me all night just to help me study, the way you believed in me when no one else did. I miss us.”

Tears well up in your eyes as you listen to his heartfelt confession. His words hit you with the force of all the years you’ve spent apart, all the moments you’ve both lived without each other.

“Art…” you begin, but he shakes his head, needing to say more.

“I thought marrying Tashi was the right thing to do, but it never felt right because she wasn’t you. Every achievement, every milestone—it felt hollow because you weren’t there to share it with me. I’ve tried to move on, to live my life, but no one ever came close to making me feel the way you did. I still love you, Y/N. I never stopped. And seeing you tonight, it’s like all those feelings just came rushing back.”

You’re overwhelmed, your heart pounding in your chest as you try to process his words. You feel a mix of hope, fear, and an undeniable longing.

“Art,” you whisper, tears streaming down your cheeks. “We can’t.”

He takes a step closer, gently cupping your face in his hands. “I don’t know what the future holds, and I know we both have a lot of shit to deal with, but I can’t let you walk away again. I refuse.”

You look into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and desperation in his gaze. Despite the years apart and the complications of your pasts, the connection between you is undeniable.

“I don’t know what the future holds either,” you admit, your voice shaking. “But I do know that I’ve never stopped loving you.”

Without another word, he leans forward and presses his lips against yours, the taste of whiskey and longing lingering in the air. In that fleeting moment, everything else fades away—the pain of the past, the uncertainties of the future—leaving only the warmth of the connection between you and Art.

You both pull back, foreheads pressed together, heavy panting as you both try to catch your breath. Your heartbeat resonating in your ears as you find his hand, interlocking your fingers.

“Take me home?” You asked, silently hoping he understood the underlying tone of your invitation.

Art nods, a soft smile playing on his lips. "I'd love to."

Together, you walk through the quiet streets, the only sound being the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze. The world feels hushed and intimate, as if it's just the two of you in your own little bubble of time.

As you reach your apartment building, you turn to face Art, your heart pounding in your chest. The moment feels charged with emotion, a mix of longing and uncertainty swirling between you.

"Do you want to come in?," you say softly, searching his eyes for any hint of what he's feeling. "I think I have some wine…”

He leans in and kisses you again, his lips soft and warm against yours. In that moment, all doubts and fears melt away, leaving only the certainty of your feelings for each other. You opened the door to your apartment, still locked in the passionate kiss.

Art kicks the door closed, walking you further into the room. His hands getting reacquainted with your body, muscle memory kicking in as he lifts you.

“That way,” you mumble against his lips, motioning to a door in the back.

With a soft chuckle, Art carries you towards the direction you indicated, his lips never leaving yours. The heat of the moment ignites a fire within you both as you stumble towards the bedroom.

You want to savor each moment. You need to remember it in case it’s the last time. There’s no rush as your hands lift his shirt over his head, his pale skin glowing with the moonlight that streams from your window. You press a kiss to the scar on his shoulder, feeling goosebumps appear on his skin.

Art does the same, tenderly lifting your dress over your head. His fingers tracing stroking every inch of your skin as he lays you down on your bed.

The room is filled with the sound of your breath mingling with the soft hum of the city outside. In this intimate space, you find solace and connection in each other's arms, lost in a whirlwind of passion and longing.

As the night stretches on, you lose yourself in each other, exploring every inch of each other's bodies as if trying to memorize every detail. Time seems to stand still as you become lost in the moment, consumed by the intensity of your shared desire.

—

Hours later, as the first light of dawn filters through the curtains, you find yourselves tangled together in the sheets, your bodies still humming with the echoes of your passion. Clothes strewn around the floor of your bedroom. With a contented sigh, you bury your face in Art's chest, feeling a sense of peace and fulfillment wash over you.

As you lie there in the quiet stillness of the morning, you realize that this is where you belong—wrapped in Art's arms. He holds you as if you were made just for him, so tightly and close. Trying to bound the pieces of you he broke, together.

And as you drift off to sleep, you know that no matter what the future may hold, you will always belong to Art Donaldson.

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