#we’re trying something new bby

[honeywiththemoneyloa222]

MENTALLY JUST BE, PHYSICALLY JUST SLEEP

The 3D is a RESULT

If you assume something in the 4D(your mind) watch it unravel in your 3D

Why is this???

I’m gonna yell at you now

BECAUSE THE 3D IS CHANGEABLE AND IT IS SO BECAUSE OF THE FACT THAT IT IS A RESULT

The 3D is a result of assumption

The assumptions you created yourself subconsciously

Manifesting a new job is the same as manifesting

A billionaire status

Stop doubting something that’s so easy

Whether you manifest through The void or whatever other methods it is sooo easy

Quit victimizing and babying yourself and get it the fuck done

Ain’t nobody gonna do it for ya

It’s your life baby you write it design it however the heck you want it to be

I’m not one of those bloggers to be be like “it’s ok pookie if you fail🥹”

NO BITCH YOU CANNOT FAIL

THE VOID IS LITERALLY YOU

YOUR GORGEOUS SELF IS THE REASON WHY IT EXISTS AND YOU OVERCOMPLICATING IT FOR WHAT???

Ignore the 3D

It’s physical

The jeans you’re wearing right now or that hoodie

Is physical

You can change it up for you want

The 3D is that

It’s those jeans that hoodie those socks

Change it

If you don’t wanna wear it

THEN DONT

If you feel like you deserve better

ASSUME BETTER

LOOK IN THAT MF MIRROR AND TELL YOURSELF YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AND YOU ALWAYS BEEN THAT BITCH NOBODY IS ABOVE YOU WE ALL FINE AS HELL

JEALOUSY FOR WHATTTTTT

BBY GIRL ITS ALWAYS BEEN YOU YOU ALWAYS BEEN THAT BITCH

YOU TOO PRETTY TO BE SAD YOU KNOW ABOUT THE VOID CUZ THE UNIVERSE SHOWED YOU YOU ARE THE CHOSEN ONE

ACT LIKE IT GIRL!!!!!!

THIS IS YOUR SIGN TO STOP READING AND GO GET THAT DREAM LIFE

LIKE TF YOU STILL READING FOR

TAKE YOU FINE ASS TO THE VOID AND GET WHAT YOU ALWAYS WANTED

WITH YOUR CUTE SELF😏

I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH

BUT STOP SAYING “hoW dO EnTEr tHE vOiD?”

👁️👄👁️

Bitch you just did

YOU ALWAYS DOOOOOO

Jesus peanut butter Christ

Cmon y’all

yOu HavE alWayS dONe tHis!!!!

Every time you go to bed

You’re detaching from the 3D(physical reality)

To be in the 4D reality

All you’re doing is becoming aware of it

Oh my god

How hard is that?!!!!

You’re killing me babes😔✋🏾

Please for the love of jell-o

Understand how easy this shizzz is

Bruh

You’re in the 3D void rn

I know that probably doesn’t exist but hear me out

You’re so attached to this reality right

Every day you are aware that you’re here living in this physical world as a physical being

This is like our 3D version of the void state

It’s not actually the void

But it’s like our state of awareness

Just in this 3D world

We’re aware that we are physical

So to shift your awareness to the 4D simply just

Be aware

Just like you’re aware now

“BUtt hoW dO sTaY aWAkE?”

Who said you gotta be sleepy??

Bitch you could do it rn if you really want to

It’s dumb to think you gotta be tired at to enter the void

NOOOOO

You literally are mentally awake

Your BODY is asleep

So why should you??

It’s different if you wanna tap into it WHILE asleep

Like waking up in it

But you don’t need to be dead tired to do it y’all

Listen bitch

You will never make it if you don’t claim your power and go get it

Stop wasting time stop assuming you fail or it’s hard

YOU DA POWERFUL ONE BABE

Sugar baby it’s all in your hands

You’re the God of your reality

Go make your life the way you want it

Quit spending hours trying to find methods to something to you naturally do every night with NO method

When you go to sleep

You are in the state of just being

You’re just sleep

When you’re awake you’re in the state of awakened awareness

You’re just awake and aware

Soooo in the void mix those two together in the void

Mentally Just BE

Physical Just sleep

Omg my new motto

The key to the void state is

“MENTALLY JUST BE

PHYSICALLY JUST SLEEP”

That’s it

That’s all

And If your favorite celebrities can manifest so can you

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[velvetsainz]

summary: [ cl16 x fem!reader ] the corsican heat causes very particular problems for charles. part of the hot monaco nights series.

word count: 2.5k

content warnings: smut under the cut (minors dni pls!), a lil hint of plot, use of explicit language, fingering, brief p in v, mention of oral (f!receiving), google-translated french (i cannot be stopped), we're pretending charles can legally drive a boat this size, em dashes, time is a social construct

a/n: you guys wanted to know what happened in corsica, so here's the start to that story. also giant mega jumbo thank you to @lecrep for help with a wonderful plot point which i will not spoil—hehe! enjoy, bbys! xx

You weren’t sure what Charles had to promise Pascale to get you two alone, but somehow he managed it.

It was the summer break of the ‘22 season, and you’d been dating a sweet six months since he’d first kissed you as the clock struck midnight on New Year’s.  It had been a small enough party, about thirty or so close friends and their partners—even a few kiddos, to boot.  What neither of you knew that night was that half of your shared friends had been scheming to get you two together; despite excuse after excuse about why one of you couldn’t go on a date, finally they’d been able to get the two of you in the same room.

Now, months later, you couldn’t imagine life any differently.  It made you think of the future, about forever…

No, you stopped yourself when you found yourself daydreaming, forcing yourself to stay in the moment.  You didn’t want to put too much pressure on it, put too many expectations on what was awaiting on the other side of that question.  It made everything easier, lighter.

Charles, on the other hand, was head-over-fucking-heels for you.  He’d always been a romantic, but something about you—the way you touched him, the way you looked at him, the way you kissed…he found himself easily thinking of his future with you, and he didn’t try to stop himself.

Granted, the way you looked in your sundress as you boarded the boat for a day along the Cosican coast, how could he think of anything but you?  The white cotton fabric against your new tan, the short skirt skimming over the tops of your thighs in the most tantalizing way.  Thoughts of the dress rucked up around your waist with his head between your legs and hands palming your perfect breasts under what remained of your dress filled his head, eyes glazing over and cock stirring in his trunks.  You were trying to kill him, he concluded, and he was as good as dead.

What you had underneath didn’t help anything either.  Once he’d gotten you both out to a private little cove and he’d dove into the water to escape the heat of the late morning sun, you decided that it was time to lay out for the afternoon; your master's program had kept you busy enough over the past couple months that you still felt all-too-pale even with your newly-acquired tan.  (Not to mention, you swore he kept you up half the night with the way he would pull your hips flush with his own and plant soft, searing kisses on the bare skin of your shoulders and back—you needed the rest.)

Peeling the white sundress over your head and discarding it on one of the padded benches, you’re left in a baby blue string bikini that he swore got even tinier since he’d seen you prancing around inside the villa before you’d left for the marina.  Face half submerged, Charles’s hazel eyes watched you like a predator watched its prey as you laid out on one of the cushions on the bow’s sun deck with a book in hand and sunglasses perched on your nose.

He grumbled to himself in broken French as his mind swam and blood rushed from his head to the appendage between his legs.  He’d been practically insatiable the past few days, his hands always finding a bare strip of scorching skin where he could get ahold of you before his lips and pouty eyes could take care of the rest.

Thirty minutes passed like that, the Monégasque puttering around in the water before he finally gave in to the siren call.

Padding up the steps from the teak swim deck at the stern of the boat, you could hear as he stalked his way to you, but you kept reading regardless.  That was, until you felt a pair of lips pressed to the small of your back, just above the waistband of the aforementioned bikini.  It drew a hiss from your lips and a slight jolt as you felt Charles’s cool wet skin press against your legs and his hair dripped onto your mid-back. You whined his name, setting your book face down.

“Oui, chérie?,” he asked in a low voice as he continued pressing heated, open-mouthed kisses up your spine until he was at the juncture between your neck and shoulders.

“Baby you’re cold,” you tried to explain as he sucked a mark into the delicate skin of your neck, your head sagging down and away as you bared your neck for him, “and you’re wet.”

He hummed into your skin, and you could feel the smirk at his lips as the cushion dipped beside one of your hips.  You turned onto your side as one of his hands wove itself into the hair just behind your ear, and his lips found yours again as they always seemed to do.  But this wasn’t a tame peck, an innocent little kiss—there was heat and tongue and your head was sent spinning off into the abyss as you felt your tummy do that telltale flip while your eyelids felt ten thousand pounds too heavy.

“You are too, ma belle,” Charles teased in a low voice, his eyes dark and pupils blown wide.

Again, a pitiful sound slipped from the back of your throat as his head dipped down to find your neck once more and one of his hands slipped under one of the side ties of your bikini bottoms.  “That’s beside the point,” you tried to rebut before he kissed you again, this time pulling the tie undone completely.  Oh, how he enjoyed silencing an argument like that…(Meanwhile, you thought it was playing dirty, but you’d allow it—for the storyline of it all, at least…no other reason—absolutely none…)

“Je peux vous aider avec ça,” he hummed in your ear before pulling your earlobe between his teeth, the deft hand on your hip ghosting over the skin of your inner thighs and causing your breath to catch in your throat.  “Permettez-moi…”

The honeyed words were like a magical salve to all that ails you, to all the remaining doubts that his kisses hadn’t cured from your mind; you hadn’t had much restraint before, but whatever iota you had remaining was sapped the moment his lust-lidded eyes met your own.

You nodded your head, and that was all the bastard needed as he smirked like the cat that had just gotten away with eating the canary. “So stubborn,” he chided playfully as he pulled one of your legs over his hip and the two of you settled into the cushions in full light of the blue skies above. Thankfully, he didn’t tease you too much as he took to sliding his calloused fingers over the damp velvet of your folds, drawing a soft whine from you like a confectioner pulling taffy in the window of one of the boutique shops you’d seen in Ajaccio.

Your eyes closed once more, head finding the crook of your partner’s neck as he drew the pad of his middle fingers in lazy circles around your pearl and the searing heat of his mouth found yours again.  He swallowed every little sound you gave him when he finally sunk two thick fingers into your soaked cunt, curling them against that spongy spot deep inside you.  Stars burst behind your eyes at the sensation and your hips bucked in search of more and more and more.

“Charles—,” you whimpered his name pitifully, brows knit together as you concentrated on that tight burning coil in the pit of your tummy that pulled tighter with each stroke of his digits against the velvet heat of your walls.

“Such a good girl f’me, mon ange,” he praised quietly as your hips canted in time with the movement of his fingers and soft sounds of your pleasure melted into the water that lapped at the side of the boat.  You weren’t going to last long like this, not with how sensitive he’d made you from his voracious desire to have you falling apart for him every moment he had just enough privacy to do so.

“Gonna—fuck-I–,” you stammered as your thighs clamped around his hand and your body tensed around him like a rubber band pulled taut.  Your eyes rolled back and strands of sweat-curled hair stuck to your forehead and nape, your mouth falling open in silent screams of pleasure.  Something snapped in the depths of your core, legs quivering while warmth washed over all of you and your toes curled against the back of his calf.

“Tellement belle,” he cooed as he nursed you down from your high with slow, feather-light strokes over your swollen bud, “I’ve got you, chérie.”

Slowly, as you came back to earth from your climax, you watched as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. He knew exactly what he was doing when he pulled in you once more, the wet heat of his mouth meeting your own as you tasted the salt of yourself on his tongue.

Pushing him away so you could catch the breath he’d stolen from your chest, you rolled onto your back as your shoulder ached from how you’d held yourself against him.  With an arm over your eyes, you could feel the smoldering embers in your belly reignite—you needed more.

“You’re evil, you know that?,” you teasingly mocked as he pulled your half-undone bottoms off your other leg. Charles wasn’t done with you yet, and you had a few ideas of your own now.

“I think I can live with that,” he shrugged smugly as he sat between your legs, trunks pulled down just enough to free his aching cock.  Stroking himself one, two, three times, he smeared the precum over his length before sinking into your depths with a hiss and a slew of French curses that always managed to go straight to your pussy.

Within only a few thrusts, though, he was stalling and readjusting.

“What’s wro—oh!,” you yelped in surprise as he lifted you then, first onto his knees and then onto his feet before taking you to the side of the boat and perching you onto the railing. You could hear the warning bells in your mind start to ring, but you still felt like a pile of jelly from your first orgasm to the point that you weren’t in much of a place to argue. Still, Charles could see the hesitancy in your eyes, feel it in the way that you clung to him.

“Je t’ai, je t’ai,” he reassured with a strong hand on your hip and another guiding one of your arms around his neck.  You nodded, trusting he had tight enough hold of you.

But oh how that trust was misplaced…

The angle from which he drove into you was almost too good to be true—if you’d have been standing, your knees would’ve buckled at the very sensation.  And given the choked groans in your ear, you knew the Monégasque felt the same way, too.

You closed your eyes for just a moment and then suddenly you were plunged into a dim coldness that enveloped your entire form, a stark contrast from the simmering heat of your boyfriend’s body.  Thankfully, your instincts reacted faster than your conscious mind, and you emerged at the surface after only a moment under the waves.

Just as your head broke the surface, a large splash came down just next to you before familiar hands were finding your skin—first at your ankle…then your opposite calf…then your hips and small of your back.

This dumb motherfucker lost his grip amongst the sweat and sunscreen and slick of you and sent you over the side of the boat into the crystalline waters below.  It was only a seven-foot or so drop, but still, the point stood: he did not, in fact, have you.

A shocked and incredulous look took over Charles's face as he sputtered and stammered, trying to think of something—anything—to say that would make sense of this disaster of a sexcapade.

You, on the other hand, simply laughed.  You were fine—shocked, no doubt, but fine nonetheless.

“You’re so fucked,” you laughed as you wrapped yourself around him once more as you knew there was no meaningful way he could drop you now—you were not making the same mistake twice.

“Je suis foutu vraiment désolé, chérie—I-I thought-I,” he stammered, still falling over himself to try and explain the whole thing before you took his flustered face in your hands and pressed your lips together to shut him up once and for all.

“I’m fine, baby—I’m okay,” you soothed, resting your forehead against his.  You could feel his heart pounding in his chest pressed to your own.  Slowly, he seemed to come back into his body, into his coherent thoughts as the fear and adrenaline of the whole snafu began to fade.

“However,” you started, leaning back from the man, “I will expect some heavy groveling tonight.” You smirked, a slight mischievous twinkle in your eye.

“‘Groveling’?,” he asked in confusion, “I do not kno—”

“Ne t'inquiète pas,” you teased with a knowing grin, “you’ll figure it out, baby.”

And figure it out he did as you came for the third time that night, pushing his head away from your oversensitive cunt as a chuckle rumbled through his chest and over your sweat-slicked skin.  You were scrabbling away over sheets now damp with your sweat and release, whine caught in your throat as Charles tangled a hand in your hair at the nape of your neck to pull your mouth to his own in an absolutely fucking filthy kiss that had your rubbing your thighs together like a damn cricket.

“Charlie,” you whimpered as his hand pried your thighs apart once more with your chest still heaving from your last orgasm.

“I thought you wanted me to grovel, mon cœur,” he snarked as his teeth worried into that same spot between your neck and shoulder as before, tongue soothing over the blossoming mark before he ducked his head further down.  You keened for him petulantly, hips bucking momentarily as his plush lips wrapped around a taut nipple.

Still, he looked up at you as he released your nipple with a wet pop, and his hazel eyes met yours in earnest.  “Do you want me to stop, chérie—enough for tonight?,” he asked, knuckles gently brushing over your cheek and pushing your now-dampened hair away from your face.  You could feel his cock, hot and heavy against your sensitive thighs, and you would’ve had the dignity to blush if it hadn’t been for the fact that you’d probably let him do just about anything he wanted to do to you.

“No, I just—,” you started pitifully before a sharp cry of surprise left your lips as he tugged you firmly by the ankles closer to him once more.

“Good, because I’m not done with you yet, minette,” he half-groaned with that stupid fucking smirk on his lips while pressing against your quivering entrance before he bottomed out in a single press of his hips that made your eyes roll like a pair of marbles on a tile floor.

You were so incredibly fucked. Literally and figuratively.

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[miniwheat77]

Persistent. (Ghost x Reader.)

!CW!, NSFW, Smut, p in v sex, rough sex, ghost being very rough with reader, (lemme know if I missed any.)

(Summary); Reader and Ghost are in a secret relationship and when Keegan joins task force 141, he takes a liking to Ghosts secret lover.

I wanted to do the bar fight like requested but I would feel too bad for my bby Keegan. :(

You can find the asks for this or similar here here here here

Ghost lifts his mask up to the bridge of his nose, smile playing at his lips. The room is pitch black, and he’s got you pinned up against an old desk. “Simon- you’re going to get us caught.” You giggle. He leans in, lips sliding over the skin on your neck. “We’re fine. Just as long as you stay quiet f’me, right?” He smirks, grasping your thighs and lifting you up onto the desk. “Ugh.. I’ll try my best.” You roll your eyes as he moves himself between your legs.

Meet in my office. 10 minutes.

Both of your radios go off at the same time, pulling a groan from the both of you. “This isn’t over.” He smirks. He pulls his mask down, helping you down from the desk. The both of you creep over to the door, when the coast is clear, you walk out into the hallway, trying your best to make yourselves look like you weren’t up to no good just minutes ago. “What’s going on Captain?” You ask as you step into his office, Ghost following close behind. “We’re welcoming a couple new recruits to the task force tomorrow morning. I want everyone out there to make them feel welcome. Am I clear?” He says. Everyone nods their heads. “Alright.”

Everyone agrees and he sends everyone on their ways. It’s just about time to turn in for the night, and you rush to your room to prepare yourself for your nightly visit from Ghost. The excitement floods through you, as it always does as you wait patiently for your secret lover to emerge. This would never get old. The both of you had been dating in secret for a while now. You knew how much trouble you could get into if anyone found out you were dating while on base and neither of you wanted that. You decided it’d be best if you kept it a secret. You finished cleaning up for the night and climbed into your bed, turning over just in time to hear the click of your door. A smile growing on your face.

-

The next morning, you and Ghost are equally as exhausted. The nightly visits that sometimes lasted hours kept you both awake. It probably wasn’t the smartest idea, but you were both too distracted with each other to care. The chopper was landing right now, and you and Ghost are making small talk. When Ghost sees the familiar man walk down the ramp, he smiles behind his mask. He greets everyone and when he makes eye contact with Ghost, he makes his way over. “Ghost, long time no see.” He reaches a hand out. Ghost takes it. “Same to you, Keegan. Been a long time.” He laughs. “Yeah. And who’s this?” Keegan smiles. Reaching a hand out. “I’m Y/N.” You take his hand, shaking it. “Real pretty name, for a real pretty girl.” He winks. You can see Ghost stiffen up immediately, nervousness flooding through your veins.

This was going to be a long few weeks.

-

Ghost had had enough. Not only was he keeping a massive secret that was hard to hide, because god only knows how bad he wants to hold your hand and kiss you in public, but now it was like he was in a competition. Keegan spotted the way you both acted around each other and asked Ghost right to his face if there was something going on. Ghost seethed behind his mask, having to lie and say, no. That you weren’t dating. And seeing the outline of a smug grin on Keegan’s face upon hearing you were single. It pissed Ghost off to his core. He wanted to be mad, he wanted to throw Keegan up against a wall and tell him off. Tell him how you were his and his only, but that would ruin the secret. So he had no choice.

Every time Keegan greeted you in that flirty, sick voice. Ghost felt searing hot lava pumping through his veins. Getting up and walking away. Sometimes Keegan would spot you comforting Ghost, which led to him asking more questions, which lead to more denial from both you and Ghost, which lead to even more jealous flooding Ghosts brain.

Ghost was staring at himself in the mirror. The amount of jealousy he’d been feeling lately was too much to bare. He was just about to reach his breaking point. Ghost finishes up cleaning and walks out of his room. Taking a deep breath. He needed to make his way to the mess hall. Needed to see you. He’s watching his feet, not paying too much attention to anything going on around him, but he happens to look up. He clenches his fists through his gloved hands, teeth gritted so hard he’s surprised none of them have broken yet. Keegan is leaning up against the door frame, pinning you between himself and the frame. “You’re real pretty you know?”

“Keegan I-“ you go to talk but he laughs. “I know.. you’re worried about getting into trouble right? There’s no secret I can’t keep.”

Ghost clears his throat and this makes Keegan pull back immediately. “He bothering you?” He asks you. “Uh.. no.” You laugh awkwardly. Keegan was nice. Very sweet and flirty and you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. He really did think you were single. He had no clue what went on behind closed doors. “Dinner starts in 5, excuse me.” Ghost fakes the nice voice to push passed Keegan, you following behind him awkwardly. You sat at the same table as Ghost and to Ghosts complete dismay, Keegan sat down next to you. “So, heard Soap and everyone planned on going to the pub tonight, you guys going?” Keegan asks. “Yeah, I’ll be there. Ghost?” You look at him, pleading eyes. “Yeah of course.” His voice is gruff and if looks could kill, Keegan would be a pile of flesh. Ghost felt a little like an asshole, he knows it’s not Keegan’s fault but he still feels an overwhelming sense of jealousy. A sigh leaves your lips when Keegan stands up to go find something to drink. “Maybe we should just tell him?” You look at Ghost, “that’ll get us into trouble Y/N. We can’t.”

“Yeah well. That’s easy for you to say when you aren’t the one he’s trying to put his charm on. If this goes on for too much longer, I’m worried it might start working.” Your attempt to taunt Ghost works. It gets right under his skin and settles there. “Ha. Ha. So funny.” Ghost rolls his eyes. Earning a laugh from you. “I’m kidding. You’re my one and only big boy.” You pat his shoulder as you walk away. Going to clean up for the night.

-

Everyone is sitting inside the pub, having a good time. You’re sitting at the bar, the others are playing pool, darts, or flirting with some of the foreign women. Ghost is playing pool when he sees Keegan finish his game of darts, walking over and sitting down next to you. Ghost is so pissed off, it makes him lose his game of pool against Soap. Soap notices how rigid Ghost goes, eyes staring at the bar. Soap glances over, spotting Keegan talking you up. “Gotta piss.” Ghost lays the pool cue down and walks off. Soap waits a minute before following. Ghost is washing his hands when he walks in. “What’s going on?” Soap asks. “What do you mean?” Soap scoffs. “I mean the death stares you keep giving Keegan every time he talks to Y/N.” He laughs. “You think I’m blind, Riley?” Soap crosses his arms. “There’s nothing going on.” Ghost rolls his eyes. “Ghost, give it up. You either like Y/N or there’s something going on between the two of you. Either way, there’s another guy out there putting the moves on your girl and your fear of getting into trouble is just letting it happen.” Soap hisses, fake pain moving across his face. “Whatever, mind your own business, Johnny.” He pushes passed him, making his way back to the bar. Stopping a few feet away when he hears you giggle. “Ouch.” He hears Soap behind him.

“Y/N. You about ready to go?” Ghost asks. “Oh uh.. yeah sure.” You smile. “Woah, why don’t you stay a while? I can walk you back to base.” Keegan places a hand on your thigh. Ghost is quick to intervene this time. He takes your hand, helping you up. “Sorry mate, she usually walks back with me.” Keegan stands up. “Why do you keep trying to wiggle yourself between us whenever I make a move on her ah? You jealous or something?” Ghost rolls his eyes. “Jesus Christ, what is this? High school?” You’re blushing, nervousness flooding through you. Keegan is strong and can hold his own, but Ghost is Ghost.

“I mean seriously? What the hell?” Keegan rolls his eyes. “Alright, fine. Since you’re so curious, me and Y/N have been dating in secret for about.. 8 months now? I was keeping it a secret so that I didn’t get her into trouble but thanks to you, that’s out the window.” Keegan’s eyes widen. “Oh god.. I’m sorry. I had no idea.” Ghost sighs, and you look down. “It’s okay Keegan, you didn’t know.” You blush. “Let’s go Y/N.” Ghost tugs on your arm. You follow behind him. “Jesus Ghost, couldn’t hold it together for a minute longer?” You groan. He rolls his eyes. “He fucking touched your thigh Y/N, that’s a no from me.” He seethes. The walk back to the base is short and Ghost marches right into his room, you following behind him. “You can’t be mad at him, he had no idea!” You throw your hands up. “I can be mad at whoever I fucking want to.” He crosses his arms. “Uh.. no? You can’t? You kind’ve need a reason.” You say sarcastically, the smug look on your face drives Ghost crazy.

“You’re acting like a brat.” He growls. “No I’m not! I’m being serious Ghost.” He closes the gap between the both of you, pushing you harshly back onto his bed. A dark chuckle leaves his lips. “First you tease me and say his charm is working and to get him away from you, than you get mad at me for doing what you wanted me to do.” He breathes. Climbing over you and straddling your hips. Pinning your arms above your head. “Why don’t you make up your fucking mind hm?” He growls. Lowering his face into yours. He hears you swallow hard. He locked the door behind him, so he’s not worried about being caught. Your silence makes him laugh. “Had so much to say earlier hm? Nothing now?” He growls. He lifts himself off of you, forcing you to roll over onto your stomach. Wasting no time to practically tear your clothes off of you. “You’re mine.” He growls right at your ear. The deep grumble in his chest has heat pooling between your legs. “Maybe you forgot that. Maybe I need to show you who you belong to.”

Him thrusting right into you has a gasp leaving your lips, clutching hard at the blanket on his bed. He wastes not one second before pounding his hips into yours, wrapping a hand in your hair and pushing your face into the bed as he fucks you from behind. You can’t keep back the moans falling from your lips, and at this point, Ghost doesn’t care who hears. He repositions himself, tugging your hair until you’re up on all fours. The sounds of his skin slapping against yours is lewd, followed by the moans leaving your lips. It sounds like something straight out of a porno. Your skin is already beat red, scalp numb from him tugging at your hair. You’re sure you’ll have his handprints imprinted into the skin on your ass as he spanks you harshly. Thankful for him rubbing and soothing the skin after each hit. He hammers his hips into yours, balls slapping against your clit with each hard thrust he takes. He talks more than he usually would, which is different for you. He’s growling out, taking a tight grasp on your hips. He’s trying to keep himself together but the way you’re wrapping around him is almost too much. He grasps your hair, pulling you up until your back is flush with his chest and he wraps his arms around you, holding you tight to him. The new angle has you whimpering out. “Who do you belong to sweetheart?”

“You- You Simon!” You moan out. A slap on your ass has you crying out. “Who’s?”

“Y- yours!”

“What?”

“Ghost!” The nickname falling from your lips in a cry is everything he needs to keep pounding you. You’re his, only his. He pinches your nipples between his fingers, earning a mewl from your lips at the stimulation. “Such a good girl, knowing who you belong to. I reward good girls.” He growls, lowering his other hand to rub circles against your clit. They’re quick circles and he has your high building up too quickly. “Oh fuck- Simon-“ you cry, trying to grasp his hand in an attempt to make him slow his circles. “Want this tight pussy to cum on my cock.” He growls into your ear. “Nobody will fuck you like I can, you know it. I know it. And there’s one more way I can show everyone that hm?” He chuckles a dark chuckle. “What- what do you mean?” You whimper. “Gonna fill this pussy.” His laugh is dark. You know he’s not kidding. “Simon- you have to pull out.” You whimper. “No. You’re mine. It’s time I make it official.” He groans. He slides out of you, helping you move until you’re on your back. He moves himself between your legs. “Rub your clit, and don’t stop until you cum.” You nod your head, a gasp leaving your lips when he enters you again. The thought of him filling you up is exciting. Something that was so forbidden until now. You almost want to thank Keegan for this.

His thrusts are sloppy and hard, the squelch coming from your sex is filthy, and it eggs him on. “Simon- I’m so close.” You cry out, his cock is sliding perfectly up into your spongy spot. You can’t take it anymore. The knot that’s built up in your belly comes undone and Simons eyes widen when you clamp down around him. Grunts leaving his lips as your pussy milks his cock of everything he has to give. He thrusts a couple times to work you through your highs but the sensitivity has him stalling. He collapses on top of you, cock still inside of you as he pants, trying to come down from his high. “Bloody hell you feel good.” He groans. Your cheeks are bright red, and Simon can feel the way you’re throbbing around his cock. Overstimulated and overwhelmed. “You’re mine. Don’t ever forget that.” He growls, kissing you hard, cupping your cheeks so that you can’t move away from him. “I’m yours Simon. All yours.” You laugh when he finally pulls away. He slides himself out of you with a groan and a gasp leaves your lips when you feel his cum seeping back out of you. His eyes are wide as he watches it. He knows this will be the first of many times he gets to see that.

“We’re going to have so much explaining to do tomorrow.” You giggle.

“Oh yeah we are.”

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[auteurdelabre]

Please, Mister Miller Sequel: Part 6 BFD!Joel x f!Reader

words: 18k (yeah. That's right)

summary: It's Graduation Day and your parents are here... so is Joel...so is an unexpected visitor.

tags/warnings: age gap, infidelity mentioned, p in v, unprotected sex, angst, fluff, namecalling (slut, good girl, sweet girl), oral sex (f receiving), Daddy-kink in parts, public-ish sex, voyeurism, mentions of childhood trauma, shitty parents, clothes ripping, lovingmaking, reader has hair Joel can grab.

a/n: over 18,000 words on this fuckin' monster. If I don't get some damn good reviews I'm gonna riot. In other news, FUCK the next chapter is gonna be a goddam monster too... unless I break it into 2. We'll see. What do you wanna see happen?

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You wake on graduation day with a knot in your stomach and you know exactly why. The text you received last night. You pick up your phone, eyes scanning the brief message and sighing deeply.

[MOM]Just got in. See you at the ceremony tomorrow. Be sure to wear the dress. 

You look over at that ridiculous dress, a totem of innocence and purity and you want to laugh. Innocent? Pure? What a joke. If only she knew the photos of Joel you have on your phone, or the absolutely depraved things you’ve done with him.  

As if you’ve summoned him, a text comes through.

 [HIM 💜] Can’t wait to see you, bby.

You smile at your phone.  You can almost hear his deep voice, the rasping purr.

Can’t wait to see you! xoxoxoxox

Though after the stress of seeing my parents I’m gonna need a massage.

[HIM 💜] Deep tissue? Swedish? Internal?

Oooh Deep Tissue followed by internal please. Lol.

Sarah wakes soon after positively vibrating with excitement. 

"I can't wait to see Charlie!" She shouts, jumping up out of bed. "And I can't wait to travel this summer!"

You force a smile but you can't deny you're envious about Sarah's summer. Yours is bound to be a solitary one living back with your parents.  You need to get a job back home to help pay for school in the fall.

Perhaps Joel will come and visit you back home once in a while? Or perhaps tonight will be your last rendezvous? It's hard to think of how it can continue, despite what Joel says. He can't exactly come over and meet the parents can he? And your parents will likely have a very close hold on you, wanting to introduce you to the right people, trying to convince you to switch your Masters degree for something more profitable.

Despite how well off your parents are they have made it clear from the start that you'll make your own way in the world. But that’s fine by you because you have scholarships and you’re a hard worker. Living at home means saving up money. Saving up money means moving out away from them.

But until then, it’s long, solitary days back in Chicago with your family.

Sarah gives a stretch before falling onto your bed with an oof. She sits, knees touching yours and smiling broadly.

“We’re almost graduates!”

“I know!”

And funnily enough out of everything with your parents, it’s not that which upsets you the most. It’s the fact that will be no Sarah to look forward to in the fall. No more giggled nights over cheap beer or joined study sessions helping the other make flash cards.

She’s become a touchstone to you. A person whose Snapchat's and text messages through the summers made life bearable when your parents were too much for you. Whose soup delivered to your beside during sick days at school made you feel taken care of. The roommate who dragged you to parties to make you socialize and subsequently introduced you to Conrad, who for a short while made you very happy.

Without Sarah you don’t know who you would be today.

"I'm going to miss you so much," Sarah says gently, her large eyes teary. 

"Same here," you say, trying to swallow the tremor in your voice.

"I can't believe we're just gonna suddenly not live together," she says, chin wobbling and the sight of it makes it impossible to stop the tears that slip down your cheeks. 

“I know,” you say and now the tears are free flowing and the words you’ve never voiced come out wobbly. “I’ve never had a friend like you. A best friend.”

Sarah lets out a choked sob and the two of you collapse into a sniffling hug that makes your heart swell. You finally pull back long enough to brush the tears from your eyes, the two of you laughing at how emotional you both are. 

"You're gonna be traveling all over South America all summer," you remind her with a watery smile. "You won't have time to miss me."

"I will so!" Sarah insists with a friendly push to your shoulder. “I’m gonna get you something really nice too!”

When you put on the white dress later that morning you're struck that you're the vision of chaste. The lace sleeves, the ruffles, the high neckline. It gratifies you greatly when you pull on the most scandalous panties you own, red completely see through. They tie at the hips and they barely cover anything. 

You pull them up over your hips and lower the dress over them. The fabric is so thick they can't be seen, but you will. 

And soon Joel will too. 

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By the time the ceremony starts hours later you're almost shaking with nerves under your robe and mortarboard. The rasp of the dresses ruffles at the shoulder make you twitch. 

Sarah is seated next to you, her eyes scanning behind you. You know she's looking for Joel and Charlie. You already spotted your parents near the back of the large auditorium looking as dour and bored as they always have. 

"Oop there he is!" Sarah murmurs as the Provost drones on at the podium. You glance at her before you allow your eyes to drift in the direction she's looking. And there he is, seated beside a beaming Charlie, is Joel. 

Your Joel. 

He's so handsome you could cry. His hair is longer and curled, looking so soft you want to leap out of your seat to run your fingers through it. He's wearing a button down and he's grinning at both you and Sarah. When she turns around to face the speaker Joel casts you a sly wink that has you flushing. 

You feel his eyes on you through most of the ceremony, and when you go up after to collect your diploma you hear his clapping and shouting of your name over the crowd. To anyone else he looks like the supportive parent of his daughter’s friend. But when you cast your eyes into the crowd and see his beaming smile, you feel the pride from where you stand on the stage.

Soon enough the ceremony is over and you and Sarah are official graduates. You give her a tight hug after you toss your caps into the air. You both give yelps as the caps fly around you, laughing as you find yours before handing her the one next to it on the ground. 

"Gonna go find my dad," she tells you as you give her one final squeeze. You nod watching her rush through the bustling array of people in search of the man you cannot wait to hold and kiss.You slip through the crowd until you find your parents still seated and looking at the passing crowds with distaste. 

You take a deep breath, swallowing before you approach them with a tentative smile.

"Hello Mom, Dad." 

The two of them stand simultaneously, giving you a once over before your mother gives you a detached embrace. She’s likely trying to see if you’re wearing the dress she insisted upon. Your father pats your shoulder companionably.

"Congratulations," he tells you with a thin smile. "Graduation with honors."

"Thank you," you say, surprised with the compliment. 

"Not valedictorian," he reminds you quickly. "But I suppose there was lots of competition."

Your mother says nothing and you just nod, wanting this interaction to be over as quickly as possible. You notice now that your father is holding a small wooden box with a bow on it. He thrusts it at you.

"Take this and be sure to take care of it."

"Yes sir," you nod, taking the small box from him. You open it up to see an ornate fountain pen sitting on the velvet. "It's beautiful. Thank you."

It’s hideous and nothing like your style. You don’t even write by hand anymore unless it’s for the word jumble. Just another example of how little your parents know about you.

"We'll go to dinner," your mother tells you. "Afterwards we'll collect your things and you can come to the hotel with us. Our flight is first thing in the morning."

“Oh, I thought I was going to spend one more night here at the dorms,” you say, a bit of panic coursing through you. “To finish up packing and everything.”

That had been the plan. You and Joel would have dinner with your families and then meet up at the hotel he sent you. You can’t do that if you’re with your fucking parents at some fancy hotel near the airport.

“That’s a waste of time and I don’t want to be late for the airport,” your mother says with a frown. “You were to have finished packing last night.”

“I underestimated how much I had to pack,” you defer, trying not to sound as concerned as you feel. “I’ll take a taxi to the airport early tomorrow, I promise. I won’t hold you up.”

Your mother goes to deny this request but your father holds up a hand, making her flinch.

“If she’s paying for her taxi who are we to tell her no?” your father says with a shrug. “Let her.”

Your mother silently stews, shaking her head in a short nod. This entire scene is simply a precursor to what awaits you this summer. Their strained marriage, your strained relationship with them. It’s a nightmare.

Moving back home feels both terrifying and humiliating all in one. You hated being under their thumb, but you can't afford rent and school. And despite what they say, you want to pursue your schooling. It makes you happy. It's a small sacrifice to secure your future. 

You nod, head held low. It jerks up when you hear your name being called. You glance over your shoulder. 

Fuck. 

You feel your anxiety grow when Sarah, Charlie and Joel approach. 

'I'm so glad that's over!" Sarah says with a laugh. "I don't want to think about how many people wore this gown before me."

You smirk at this before turning to your grim -faced parents. 

"You know Sarah," you say to your them, noting that Joel hangs back a moment, watching the scene. 

"Of course, hello Sarah," your mom says as your dad gives a tight smile to your roommate. They've seen Sarah plenty of times in the background of your sporadic video calls home.

"This is her boyfriend, Charlie," you say and the shy Charlie offers a timid wave in reply. Your father is looking over Charlie, noting the slump of his shoulders, the shy way he doesn’t make eye contact. You’re positive they’ll have something scathing to say about him during dinner.

You notice Joel staring at you and then your parents. You try to hold back the flush starting at your cheekbones. His hands are at his side and he finally approaches the group, his eyes on your parents.

"Uh, and this is her dad, Mister Miller," you say softly, unable to make eye contact with him. For some pathetic reason you want this to go well. You want them to love Joel as much as you do.

"It's Joel, sir, ma'am," Joel says, all southern manners as he shakes each of their hands. He brushes by you to do so and you can't help but inhale his cologne, dark and spicy.

"Pleasure to meet you," your mother says with a quick once over of what Joel's wearing. When she sees no obvious designer labels you can tell she's already written him off. 

Your dad however is intrigued by Joel's appearance, being the only other man in a group of women. He gravitates towards Joel with a little smile on his face. 

"So what do you do, Joel?"

"I run a renovation business with my brother," Joel answers with an easy smile that shows his dimple. You melt. He’s so fucking gorgeous. Your father gives a look of clear disapproval at his answer. 

"Just the two of you?" 

 "Ten years ago it was just the two of us and now we oversee a staff of twenty," Joel answers breezily able to overlook your father's open judgment.  He’s a humble man, not one prone to bragging. But you know what he’s trying to do, to disarm your parents, to make them like him. And the thought of why he’s doing that has your stomach spinning delightedly.

"Self made man, I respect that," your dad says nodding and you have to stop yourself so you don't beam with pride over at Joel. 

"S'how I was raised," Joel shrugs with humility. 

"Same here," your dad says with an approving nod. "Built up my law firm from nothing. Now we're one of the biggest in Chicago."

"Impressive," Joel says even though you know he couldn't care less.

His eyes dart to you briefly before landing back on your father. He’s likely noticing how different you are from your parents. They’re all cold, serious calculation while you are smiles and blushes and easy affection.

"Wish you boyfriend took a page for Joel's book here," your dad says with a look in your direction. "That Conrad was raised with a silver spoon firmly lodged in his mouth."

The smile you had on your face falls immediately. You feel your hackles rise up when it feels like all eyes suddenly drift over to you.

Why are they still bringing up Conrad?

"Conrad and I broke up months ago."

"That's what you said at Christmas too," your mother says with a sniff, digging through her purse for her lipstick. "Then by January it was on again."

Your jaw clenches tightly. This is a classic family maneuver, making you feel insecure in your decisions.

"I'm sure you two will find yourselves back in each other's arms soon enough," your father says not bothering to hide his displeasure at the thought. He covers it with a false laugh that your mother smiles politely at.

"I can promise you I won't," you say with a tone bordering on a growl. You're just thankful you haven't seen Conrad at graduation all day. 

"I sure hope not," Joel murmurs surprising you all. Even Sarah glances over at this in surprise and you feel Joel's panic. His eyes widen a fraction before his mouth curls into a displeased line and he shrugs.

"Just from what I heard from Sarah I think you deserve much better."

Sarah shoots you an apologetic expression to which you reply with an an embarrassed half shrug. You’re not upset that she talks about you with him. If anything it’s sort of sweet.

"Anyway I better be gettin,' Sarah and Charlie here out to dinner," Joel says taking your hand in his a moment. "Happy graduation to you."

You feel your heart flutter, willing the blush in your cheeks to die down. 

"Thanks, Mister Miller."

He gives you a subtle wink before bidding farewell to your parents. Sarah pulls you in for another tight hug. 

"Promise me you'll come out and visit me when I get back."

Your eyes fly to Joel behind her shoulder for only a moment before you're nodding and smiling back at her.

"Definitely."

“If she’s not busy playing around in school that is,” your father laughs from behind you before turning his attention on your roommate. “Sarah, you were studying… what again?”

“Computer Sciences,” Sarah answers hesitantly.

“A good career path,” your dad continues, despite everyone in the vicinity being uncomfortable. “Much better than Anthropology. Might as well be Philosophy for all the decent paying jobs it’ll get you.”

Your eyes are wet before you can stop them. You cringe visibly, gaze on the ground as they always are when your parents are around. They have the uncanny ability to make you feel so impossibly worthless, so misunderstood, so unseen for who you truly are. 

You can’t even look at Joel you’re so ashamed. You must look so pathetic to everyone.

"Sarah why don't you and Charlie go get the car," Joel murmurs to her with a gentle smile as he hands her the keys to his rental car. "I'll be there in a sec." 

Sarah shoots her dad an inscrutable look before shrugging and taking Charlie's hand and Joel's keys. She casts a worried look at your face before she breaks from your group. You watch them disappear into the crowd before your eyes draw back to Joel and suddenly the levity from his face is gone. 

He steps towards your parents, dropping his voice. This is a Joel you rarely run into. An angry Joel that’s quiet voice is more terrifying than a shout or scream. The quieter he gets the more nervous you become and right now his voice is a soft purr.

"Now I'm normally not one to tell a man how to speak to his kid, but you're being downright shameful to yours."

Your stomach swoops in both elation and terror. You want to kiss Joel senseless for sticking up for you, but seeing your dad's brows rise has you staring between both of them in shock. 

“What did you just say?” your father asks, convinced he’s heard incorrectly.

“I said you're talkin’ to your daughter shamefully,” Joel says speaking slowly and enunciating as if your father is slow. Your mother gives a small gasp at this, her hand going to your father’s shoulder. He shakes it off, his face pinking all over as he glares at Joel.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Your dad seethes. 

Your dad takes a step towards Joel, used to people backing down from him at work. But this isn't his law office and Joel has a good three inches on him, not to mention biceps and broad shoulders that would easily pummel your father to dust. 

He pauses when Joel steps forward as well, your boyfriend not backing down a fraction. 

"Sarah's known your girl for years and we had the pleasure of having her to ours this Christmas," Joel tells your father, looking thunderous. "She's a delight."

"Not so delightful for her parents," your mother chimes in. "You wouldn't understand Mister Miller. Your daughter clearly has ambitions and-"

"And yours doesn't?" Joel bites back. "Sarah told me she wants to be a professor." 

Sarah told him no such thing. It was you who told him during your time together. He looks over at you, concerned that he got that incorrect. 

"That right?"

"Yeah," you nod, trying not to smile. Joel looks back at your parents and his gaze turns cold again. 

"'Side from that, your daughter is smart and talented and funny as hell," Joel sneers at your parents. "And that's nothing compared to her warmth and her heart. And now that I've met you both I don't know where the fuck she got that from."

You are officially fucking Joel Miller's brains out later. Right after you stop the tears pricking the back of your eyes. 

"She doesn't need people like you in her life," Joel continues and you know he's saying this part for your benefit despite glaring at your parents. "She's a strong, independent woman that doesn't need anythin' other than herself. And if you both don't get your heads straight, she's gonna walk right outta your life and never look back and it’ll be your loss." 

Your parents can only stare at him and your father, always so quick with a harsh comment or jab is silent. His face is so red it's almost mauve. His hands are at fists at his side. Your mother looks like she's about to faint. 

You however feel as if your heart is overflowing with your love for Joel in this moment. 

Joel turns his eyes on you and you pray no one can see the burning passion he holds for you in that gaze because it seems so obvious to you. 

"You wanna grab dinner with us?" Joel asks you, jaw clenched. You know he desperately wants to hold you, to bring you into his arms. 

"No it's okay," you tell him with a gentle smile. "You have fun with Sarah and Charlie."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

You see the concern in his dark eyes, the searing depths of his affection. But he's aware that you know your own mind and so he just nods, giving you a small smirk before he's heading away from you. 

"Take care." 

The second he's out of earshot your parents are tripping over themselves to talk. 

"That rude man!"

"Uneducated idiot."

"Did you see what he was wearing? And the way he spoke? Positively barbaric," your mother spits, readjusting the purse on her shoulder and shooting you a levelling look. 

Joel’s broad shoulders are disappearing into the crowd, but as if he can feel your gaze he turns. He sees your eyes searching for him and he darts his gaze to your parents, seeing they’re both facing you. He gives you a gentle smile and wink and then he’s gone, leaving you warm and strangely emboldened.

"I don't want you anywhere near that family." 

You turn to face your parents who are still fuming about Joel and for some reason you suddenly see them for what they truly are.

Small. 

Joel made them small. So small that it seems foolish you were ever afraid of them at all. So small that is laughable to think that they have any control over your life. You owe them nothing. They give you nothing but pain and a love that is built on toxicity.

And suddenly it's so easy to sever that tie between you and them. 

"Enough about that horrible man," your father grumbles. "Dinner reservations are-"

"I'm going back to my dorm," you inject with a smile, feeling strangely light. "You two enjoy dinner."

"Excuse me?" Your father is exasperated with everthing that has gone on. You see it in the tired look he’s giving you. “Since when?”

"I don't want to have dinner with you," you tell them, unable to stop your smiling from growing. "Either of you. So you two go on. Enjoy." 

You've never spoken back to them like this. Never with this serene calm, this positively cheerful countenance. You feel your phone vibrate in your purse and you just know it’s a message from Joel. The thought makes it even easier to stand there staring them down.

Your parents gape at you as the crowd of students mills past, looking at your beaming face. It's your father that speaks first. 

"This disrespect you're showing your mother and I is disgusting," he spits. "Your sister-"

"Heather isn't here," you tell them so sharply they wince. "And I'm sick of being compared to her."

You've never mentioned Heather’s name to them. Not in all the years since your sisters death. You've felt too guilty, too scared.

But no more. 

"Hey now," your dad begins, his face falling. "We never-"

"I'll never be Heather and that's fine because I'm me," you say over him. "And I don't need the two of you trying to tell me that's a bad thing." 

They both stare at you, your mother's jaw is actually dropped, almost cartoonishly so. You realize that this is it between you and them. They brought you into the world and they've made you regret it ever since. They’ve punished you for surviving that car crash instead of Heather. You're done with them. 

You thrust the pen and the wooden box it came in back at your father. He takes it in slow shock, as if what's happening is a dream.

"So go enjoy your dinner," you tell them. "And have a safe trip back."

You take the phone from your purse as you stride from them. They call your name but you ignore them, your eyes are already on the text from Joel. 

[HIM 💜]: Same hotel as last time. Room #461. Give your name at the front desk. Come when you can. Can’t wait to hold you, beautiful girl.

///

You sit at the bar of the hotel a short while later. Your overnight bag is at your feet and you're still wearing that stupid dress front your parents because you wanted to rush over here. You'd been so desperate to see Joel, to feel his arms around you, his mouth on your flesh. 

But then as you strode into the hotel and saw the trendy looking bar you decided that a drink was necessary. A celebration for how you stood up to your parents. And then something Joel said months ago tickled the back of your brain. A comment that has stayed with you. 

“Do you think we could pretend for this week? That I'm not married, that you're not my daughter's friend? That we met in a bar one night and found each other attractive and just wanted to spend time together gettin' to know one another?”

You smile as you sit at the bar; legs crossing before you order a gin martini from the bored looking bartender. You pull out your phone, typing hurriedly amongst the chatting patrons and jazzy music over the speakers.

I’m at the bar downstairs.

[HIM 💜] ??

Come down. Dress nice. Xx

Joel walks into the dimly lit bar minutes later, his eyes traveling the length of the space until they get to your face. The smile that breaks out nearly makes you faint at the sight. But you maintain your composure, pretending you don’t notice him until he’s right beside you.

He’s so close you can smell his freshly applied aftershave and the soap he used to wash this morning

“Hey bab-“

"That seat is free for now,” you say coolly pointing to the leather stool next to you. Joel gives you a confused smile, crooked and endearing.

“Huh?”

“Look like my date is running late," you tell him in a flat voice, taking a sip of your drink.

Joel looks a bit offended at your cool tone and lack of smile.

"But perhaps you could keep me company until he arrives."

Joel's mouth curves into a smirk as he catches onto the little game. His eyes dip down the length of your body before he backs up a few paces. He adopts a more seductive look, his eyelids lowering a fraction.  

"Hello there, my name's Joel Miller," he replies in a husky purr as he takes the seat next to you at the bar. "And you are quite possibly the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen."

"I accept the compliment Mister Miller," you say with a calm nod, trying not to giggle at the characters you're both playing. You want to play this out as long as possible. There’s something hot about the people around you not knowing you two are together.  

"Call me Joel," he replies gently. He holds his hand to you and you take it, noting how warm his tender grip is, how sweetly he rubs your knuckles with his thumb before gently dropping your hand when you pull back.

"Alright Joel," you reply breathlessly. “Pleased to meet you.”

“Pleasure’s all mine,” Joel assures you, eyes raking up and down your form before settling on your eyes. “Pardon me for sayin’, but your date is a fool to let a woman as gorgeous as you sit here alone for more than a second."

“Quite forward of you,” you say with a cool raise of your brow, trying to suppress your smirk. The bartender comes over and takes Joel’s order, quickly sliding him a whisky before going to attend to the other patrons.

“So what’s a beautiful woman like you do for fun?”  Joel inquires, taking a sip of his drink.

"Oh I haven’t had much time for fun. My day today was especially taxing," you tell him, swirling the toothpick and olive in your martini glass in what you hope is a seductive manner. 

"Oh yeah?" Joel is practically purring. "Tell me all about it."

"Well, first off, I graduated with honors today."

Joel gives an impressed whistle as if he’s not completely aware. "Sexy and smart? Damn, baby, you're somethin' else."

You grin, feeling your cheeks pink in delight.  

"Then my parents started in on me right after the ceremony," you say rolling your eyes. "And just when I was gonna fall apart, my boyfriend just let them have it. He told them off. I've never seen anything like it. My parents just stood there and it was so inspiring that when he left, I told them off too."

"Really?" Joel breathes, his face midway between concern and amusement. 

"Mhmm. And it felt amazing. So amazing that I wanted to come to this bar and celebrate." You give Joel a sultry look. "Then you came up to me and well, here we are."

Joel smirks cheekily and you feel his hand come to the back of your bar seat.  

"Can I tell you somethin’?" Joel asks, lowering his voice so you have to tilt closer to hear. His full lower lip grazes your earlobe when he speaks. "Every man in this bar is hoping you'll go home with him."

He pulls back, his pupils expanding rapidly. You let your hand fall to his knee, rubbing gently as you give him a grin.

"Oh, I'm very discerning," you say coquettishly. "I won't go home with just any man. He has to be the right type. Older, handsome, smart, sweet... The whole package."

You watch Joel's golden cheeks turn pink at the compliment. He takes a deep pull off his whisky. He leans back in his bar stool, looking at you tenderly.

"So Miss Genius who graduated with honors. What's next for you?"

"I'm starting my Masters in the fall," you say with a proud smile as if Joel wasn't already aware. "Got a really good scholarship too. Just have to work a bit too save up for the rest."

"How're you gonna do that when you're in school?" Joel takes another sip. 

"Oh, it's all online," you tell him as you drain your own glass. "A lot of them are now with everyone's schedules and how hard it is to make ends meet."

"It is?" Joel says and you can tell he's dropped a bit of the act. "I didn't know that."

"Yeah I needed it to be online so I can work at the same time," you explain, then your brow furrows as something occurs to you. Joel notices immediately.

"What?"

"Oh it's just... I just realized I also need to find a place to rent," you say more to yourself than anything. The character you've embodied slips away from you and you blink rapidly." My parents sure as fuck won't be welcoming me back with open arms after what I said to them. And even if they did I don't want anything from them."

Joel looks at you a long time, his fingers tracing absently along the bar top. He looks like he wants to say something but he holds back. 

"But that's not exactly first meeting in a bar kind of talk," you say, lowering your hand to fall atop his and you let your voice drop to a seductive purr. "Tell me about yourself." 

“Whadda ya wanna know, beautiful?”

You cross your legs the other direction, facing him more. You notice his eyes flit to your bared legs and then back to your face.

“Well your accent isn’t from around here so what brings you to our fine city, Joel?”

“Here to watch my daughter graduate,” Joel says with a gentle swirl of his drink. “I’m from Texas.”

“You got anyone special in your life, Texas?”

“I do,” Joel nods, eyes like burning coals. “This girl I’ve been seein’ that I’m just crazy about. Can't get her outta my head."

"The sex must be great," you giggle with cheeks flaming. 

"No words," Joel admits with a dimpled grin. "But s'not the sex that does it for me."

"No?"

"Nah," Joel shakes his head. "See, she's real smart. Startin' a Master's degree in the fall."

"Wow."

"She's not just smart," Joel shrugs, taking another pull from the bottle. "She's gorgeous too. Fuckin’ stunning."

He watches your eyes drift to his collar, suddenly shy. This emboldens him, makes him lean closer again until his whisky-soaked breath lands in huffs against your cheek.

"I miss how she smells," Joel continues. "I never told her this but I went to the mall and got a bottle of the perfume she wears. I spray it on my pillow from time to time just to make it feel like she’s there." 

"You do not!"

"I do," Joel chuckles. "Never smells the same as when she wears it though." 

Shit, you can feel your eyes watering.

"And when I talk to her she's the first person who's really listened. She doesn't just nod and wait for her turn to speak. She's the first partner that's ever really wanted to take care of me." 

Partner.

"You're easy to take care of," you murmur. "I assume," you add hastily, not wanting to break character. 

"So's she," Joel tells you and his face sobers. "The kinda woman I would die to take care of. But I worry. I'm pretty old-"

"Not old-"

"And she's got a whole future in front of her,” Joel says and the levity is gone from his face. “I worry I’d hold her back from it. Hold her back from a lot.”

It takes all your resolve not to throw yourself into his arms right this second. Instead you give him an impossibly gentle smile, leaning your face closer to his.

“You said this woman is smart,” you reason, feeling your pulse flutter. “I think she knows exactly what she wants. And from what it sounds like, she wants you, Joel.”

Joel gazes at you a few moments, his finger absently tracing the rim of his whisky glass.

"You know you're a beautiful woman," he murmurs in a sultry tone, his eyes lowering seductively. "And this may be forward but I'm staying at this hotel and I'd love to take you to my room." 

You smile.

"I'd love that, Joel."

///

You’re in each other’s arms seconds after opening the door to your room. Joel crashes his mouth against your and you leap into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. He licks into your mouth as he stumbles the two of you towards the bed.

He lowers you gently to the floor, giving a lingering kiss to you before the ruffles of your dress rasping against his shirt distract him.  

“Such an innocent looking girl in this dress,” Joel muses, his wide hands sliding down the white fabric as he smiles. “Who’re you tryin’ to fool, baby?”

“I didn’t pick it,” you huff a laugh. “They did.”

The amusement is immediately gone from Joel’s face. Without warning Joel’s hands are at the neckline of your dress. You frown up at him before gasping as he rips the fabric brutally. It tears down the middle, exposing your breasts.

“Joel!”

He turns you around, ripping the skirt from it as well. You’re left in tatters of fabric and you watch as ruffles hit the carpet slowly before looking up at him and laughing. He grins at you, throwing some of the remaining lace fabric in his hands onto the floor.

“Joel,” you laugh loudly. “What the fuck?”

“You don’t have to wear what they tell you to ever again,” he promises you. “You don’t have to listen to another goddam thing they say. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.  You’re your own woman. And when I take you to bed I’m fucking you, sweet girl. Not some virginal doll version of you that they’ve created in their heads.”

You shiver in anticipation as you feel his warm body behind you, still clothed. You feel Joel’s hands come to your waist, holding you.

“My good girl fucks like a champ,” Joel whispers against your ear. “And she loves my cock doesn’t she?”

“Yes,” you sigh.  

“She likes fucking in public,” Joel continues, hands coming to cup your breasts from behind. You feel his hips rubbing against your lower back, cock hard and waiting for you. “She gets wet bein’ a bad girl.”

“Fuck, I do,” you whimper, letting Joel take control of your movements as you go boneless against him. “I really do.”

“That’s who I’m taking to bed,” Joel reminds you, pulling the remaining tatters of your clothing off your body until you’re standing in nothing but the red panties you picked out. His eyes are drawn to them, a smirk bleeding over his face.

“And look at that,” he says as his hands slip down the front. “She’s already wet for me.”

“Always.”

He kneels in front of you and unties your panties at the hip, groaning appreciatively as they flutter to the ground. You’re naked before him, and you feel his eyes take in every square inch of flesh. You hear his clothes fall to the ground in a rustling heap.

His mouth is on your pussy before you even register what he's doing. You feel your body tensing before his large hands come to hold your thighs in place.

"Such a pretty pussy," he groans, delving deeper between your folds. You feel your legs begin to tremble. He begins giving you exquisitely probing kisses between your thighs, chuckling when you begin to tremor.

"Please Joel," you beg quietly. "I need your cock."

He gently ushers you to the bed onto your belly before bracketing your hips with his thighs. Joel's fingers move to the back of your neck, curled into your hair. He moves it up, out of the way so he can press long kisses to the bare flesh of your neck. 

"My girl loves gettin’ fucked," Joel grunts out above you. "Ain't nothin' virginal about her." 

He groans against your shoulder as he slides into you, hips slowly pressing against the swell of your ass. You sigh, allowing yourself to be pressed into the mattress. You’ve missed this. And judging by his poorly stifled moans, Joel has missed it too.

"Such a good girl," Joel coos, coating himself in your copious arousal. "She missed me."

"Uh huh," you whimper out because all of you has missed Joel. Not just your body but your heart, your mind. You can hear him smile behind you as you thrust yourself back on his length.  

"Such a pretty girl," Joel murmurs as he pulls out and then slowly pushes himself in again. He kisses the top of your spine, tongue trailing over your flesh as you moan below him. Your wrists are held by him, resting at your lower back. Your face is tilted, cheek on the sheets as you moan, your vision growing blurry. 

You can only writhe under him, body flailing with pleasured arches. Silent screams to keep going to go deeper. Nothing is rushed, everything is tempered and slow and deep. He fills you up so fucking well, so achingly patient.

"She likes having this pretty pussy full 'a me," Joel says as if he has to remind you. "Don't you, baby?"

"Yes yes yes."

"Look at you," he marvels as he stares at you. His free hand slides down your spine, petting you like a cat. You smile drunkenly over your shoulder, watching his hips flexing as he continues to drive himself into you. "You need more, honey?"

You can only give a weak nod, going down on your forearms, presenting yourself to Joel to use. 

"Yeah, she needs it harder," Joel murmurs, you feel him flexing, cock sliding through your folds as you whine brokenly. Your head falls forward as your face screws up, brows saddling. Joel’s hot breath is at your ear, his voice a husky purr.

“What do you think your parents would say, knowin’ I’m balls deep in their sweet, innocent girl?” Joel murmurs, tongue coming to trace the shell of your earlobe. “What would they say knowing how you sucked my cock and begged for my come that first time?”

Your body twitches in arousal at that.

“What would they say if they knew their precious little girl was on my camera covered in my come an’ callin’ me Daddy?”

Joel continues to move so slowly within you, extending the pleasure to an almost unbearable level as he glides in and out of your drooling cunt. Joel's fingers begin to circle your clit as his cock thrusts into you.  

"Baby," you offer, voice sluggish. "You feel so fucking good."

"Naw sweet girl," Joel says running his nose against your cheek. "That's you. You make me feel so goddam good." 

You know what he's not saying and it's not just the sex. That being together feels good. That clinging to one another feels good. That just existing in this moment with each other feels so fucking good.

"Needed this cock didn't you?” Joel asks, hips starting to rock into you with more abandon. "Needed me to take care of you."

His hips are slapping against your ass now, making your eyes cheat to the back of your head. The slapping sound is so visceral, so overtly sexual.

"Yes," you manage to articulate.

"Needed my come?" 

You can't even answer that, you just let your eyes shut and feel as the climax courses through your body, making you cry out in broken sounds as Joel fucks into you. You milk his cock as you come down, body boneless. Joel continues, his hips driving forward over and over until-

-a knock at the door sounds.

You hear Joel curse behind you, his body stuttering to a stop. You give a high whine, head twisting to see him over your shoulder. His face is red, his forehead dotted with perspiration. He pulls out of you slowly before reaching for his pants.

"Dinner," Joel says raggedly. He kisses you again before pulling back, going to retrieve the tray whilst trying to hide his erection as you hold back a laugh. 

“But you didn’t come,” you remind him, as if it weren’t painfully obvious. Joel gives a breathy chuckle before kissing your sweaty cheek when he returns.

“Plenty a’ time for that, baby.”

Dinner is a steak for each of you with a side of fries, salad a charcuterie tray that Joel thought you’d like. You take a seat on the end of the bed with him and the two of you eat, chatting away about Joel’s flight over here and how he feels about Charlie (bumpy and he’s a good kid).

A short while later when everything is digested he removes the champagne from where it sits over ice and offers to pour you a glass. You’re struck by his thoughtfulness, of all the trouble he went to for you.

“Joel this is so sweet of you.”

“It gets sweeter,” Joel says with a grin. He lifts one of the silver trays and you smile when you see chocolate covered strawberries for dessert. Joel pours you each a flute of the champagne before handing you yours.

"To my genius girlfriend," Joel toasts, clinking his glass to yours. "And her extremely bright future." 

"To my impossibly sweet boyfriend," you say smiling dopily. “And his huge heart.”

The two of you sip your champagne, letting the bubbles tickle your tongue. He holds the plate of strawberries out to you but you shake your head. 

Joel watches as you place your flute down on the floor before crawling into his lap. He gives a soft chuckle before you're nestled in between his legs. He drains his champagne glass, placing it on the side table. 

"I want a different dessert," you breathe, urging his large hand between your legs and gently rocking. "Is that okay?"

His fingers curl into you, finding you wet and waiting. Your thighs spread, giving him better access to penetrate you deeper with his fingers. 

"Yeah, that's okay," Joel breathes against your skin. "S'your big day, baby. You tell me what-"

Before he can finish the sentence there's another knock at the door. Joel freezes as if remembering himself. He tugs your robe closed. 

"Put on some panties," he urges you. "Your other gift is here." 

"Another gift, Joel? And one I need panties for?"

"Trust me," Joel winks at you. "Now put on panties like a good girl even though we know you're anything but."

He swats your ass playfully as you sit on the edge of the bed; watching Joel turn the corner and hearing him open the door.  You pull on and re-tie your red panties once more, listening as your boyfriend opens the doors to two strangers you can barely make out in the mirror.

"Oh I thought they were sending two ladies," Joel said, his rumbling voice a twinge irritated. 

"So sorry Mister Miller, our usual girl called in sick,” a small redhead says with a concerned look. “Gus is all we had available. But I know you specifically requested deep tissue and he is the best.”

Joel pauses and then nods. “Alright then. Lemme help you with the tables.”

All southern manners Joel brings in the woman’s table despite her protests. You watch as the two  masseurs dressed in white pants and white t-shirts set up their tables, bringing out lotion and a portable speaker.

“We’re here for your couples massage,” the woman says grinning from you to Joel. “We hear you’re celebrating your graduation.”

“I am.”

“Congrats,” the man – Gus – says with a patient smile in your direction. “You must be glad it’s over.”

“I guess not glad enough,” you laugh. “I start my Masters in the fall.”

The woman is small with large eyes and a smattering of freckles over her nose. Gus is tall with blonde hair and the straightest teeth you’ve ever seen. He comes over to you with a charismatic nod of his head.

"I take it you’re the one who likes deep tissue?"

“Yes.”

"My name is Gus, I'll be your masseur today. Please let me know if you have any problems with the treatment.”

You see Joel eyeing you from where he stands by his table.

“Greta and I are going to step into the bathroom to give you both some privacy to undress to your comfort and slip under the sheets. Any questions? No? Alright then." 

The two of them head into the bathroom, closing the door behind them. You shoot Joel an amused look before the two of you undress to your underwear. You can’t help but let your eyes linger on Joel’s broad naked back as he lays himself on the massage table. He sees your peering as he pulls up the sheet to his waist.

“You gonna stare at me all night?”

You give a sheepish smile before climbing onto the table next to his, raising the blanket up to your shoulders before spinning onto your stomach.

Greta and Gus emerge when Joel calls out that you’re ready. The lights in the hotel room are dimmed and your eyes shut. The scent of lavender washes over you, the oil warmed by Gus’ hands. At the first stroke along your back you give a soft sigh, enjoying the feel of your muscles being taken care of.

You sneak a glance to see Joel laying with his eyes shut tightly, looking more in pain than anything. You hold in a laugh before closing your eyes again and surrendering to the calming sensation of Gus’ large hands on your body. 

The massage is divine. So much so that you can't help the little mewls and groans that escape you when Gus hits a particularly good spot. You didn't realize how tense you were.

You hear Joel give a few coughs during the massage, but you barely notice. Greta murmurs something to him and he shakes his head. She nods and you hear Joel give a soft groan when she gets to his lower back.

You’re not the only one feeling good and this pleases you greatly. Joel works so hard, he deserves to be spoiled. With Gus' strong palms pressing into your shoulder blades along with the lavender scented oil you feel transported. 

The hour goes by too fast and when the masseurs tell you to relax before getting up you want to cry. You wanted it to keep going on and on.

"Thank you so much," you murmur to Gus, your voice dripping with gratitude.

"We'll just step outside so you can get dressed again," they tell you and Joel in quiet whispers. "Please take your time standing."

You make a soft sighing noise before you feel Joel’s hand skimming along your spine. “That feel good?”

“So good,” you groan, allowing him to help you off the table and into the robe. He sashes it for you before giving you a kiss. He walks over to the door, allowing the masseurs to enter back into the room. They hand you both a glass of water that you drink eagerly.

"We hope you enjoyed your treatment."

“We did,” you enthuse sleepily. You feel so good right now, your limbs heavy in a sleepy way.

"Your boyfriend is so thoughtful," Gus murmurs as he packs up. 

"Mhmmm," you say with a wide grin. "I'm very lucky." 

You and Joel watch them pack up their things before they’re heading out. When the door is closed you flop down onto the bed, your body so relaxed. It feels heavenly to be touched like that, your muscles soothed.

"You liked that?"Joel says in a deep voice.

"Yeah, felt amazing." 

"Yeah?" Joel crawls over to your side of the bed, eyes primal. "I didn't."

Your eyes crack open to see Joel inches from your face. His dark eyes are blown black, his mouth curved into a tight smirk. He throws a leg over your waist, straddling you, his weight heavy and pressing you into the mattress. 

"What didn't you like, Mister Miller?"

"Watching that man touchin' you," Joel murmurs, eyes on your waist as he unties your robe.

A fire flames in you at the jealous tinge of his voice.  You’ve never really known Joel to be jealous. Even with Conrad he’d been more territorial by the end. But having Joel jealous . . . it’s kind of a turn on.

"He was just doing his job," you say rolling your eyes. 

"He was taking his time and starin'," Joel says with a sheepish grin. "I saw him."

"You were watching me the whole time? Weren't you just enjoying your own massage?" You ask with a laugh. 

"I did both."

You break into a fit of giggles as Joel's face breaks into a guilty grin

"He was just doing his job," you repeat and almost laugh at the petulant jealousy Joel is displaying. 

"I know," Joel says with an embarrassed flush over his cheeks. "I just hated watchin' another man touch you and you makin,' those noises for him."

His hands gently throw open your robe, displaying your breasts to him. He makes a soft noise of appreciation, hand sliding up your ribcage to cup them. You shutter when the thumbs drag along your nipples and they pebble tightly under his touch. 

"I wanna be the only one making you feel that good," Joel continues, amusement clear in his face when you begin to start squirming under his touch. 

"No one makes me feel as good as you do," you assure him, feeling his cock resting heavily on your belly. "No one."

You groan as he removes the robe from his body before pinning your wrists at either side of your head on the pillow. 

"Yeah?" Joel cocks his head to the side, smirking. "I think you need to remind me."

"I'll show you every fucking day if you let me," you groan, hips rolling under him. 

"Gonna need you to show me now," he says against your mouth.

"Joel you know I don't want anyone else," you tell him breathlessly. "I just want you."

"Yeah?" Joel's smile is genuine. 

"Yeah," you nod, "No one fucks me like you do," you tell him. "No one takes care of me like you do."

"I love takin' care of you," Joel admits, palms cupping your breasts again. He dips his head and rolls his tongue over a stiffened peak and groans when you shiver. 

You smile gently as he pulls you to a stand beside the bed. He removes the robe from your shoulders, leaving you beautiful and naked for him. He kisses your shoulder blade reverently, his hands slipping down to cup your ass.

He takes a moment to appraise your exposed flesh before he turns the lights off in the room. You wonder what he's doing when he's taking your hand and guiding you to the large window overlooking the darkened city. 

"I'm the only one who takes care of you," Joel murmurs as he twists your body around, facing you to the window. "And I want everyone to know it." 

The night is dark; the world dotted with streetlights, restaurant bistro lights, the warm little squares of nearby hotel rooms. 

"See them down there?" Joel asks, pointing to the people milling down on the ground below you. 

Its groups of patrons down several floors smoking and chatting near the entrance to the hotel bar. Several of them are smoking cigarettes or inhaling vapes. One girl shrieks and stumbles on her heels.

"Yeah."

The people below talk loudly, some tossing their heads back when they laugh. 

"You think any of 'em has seen a better pair of tits than these?"

His hands cup your breasts, thumbs grazing your nipples. You shiver, knowing that when Joel's voice drops to that dark baritone something is coming. He kneads your breasts, his mouth coming to kiss your neck, beard tickling the sensitive flesh there as you sigh. The sound of muted laughter breaks you from your reverie. 

"Joel someone could see-"

"Maybe," he teases before nibbling gently on your earlobe. "Maybe not."

His fingers are teasing your nipples into hard points, twisting gently until you whimper. Your cunt throbs, anticipation and fear coursing through you. 

"Bet if they can see they're thinking how they'd love the chance to fuck this sweet pussy," Joel continues, hand sliding to slip between your legs, fingers curling into your dripping cunt. 

"But they don't get to, do they sweet girl?" 

You rock against his touch, desperate for the friction. Your hand reaches behind you and goes to his neck as you lean against him, face tilting to his. 

"No," you promise him, head falling against his shoulder. "Only you." 

"That's right," Joel rasps against your cheek. "Only me." 

 Your eyes dart down to the group below and you pray that the darkness of the room shields you. You feel Joel hard and twitching at your lower back. He's getting off on this in a major way. 

"Let 'em see what they can't have," Joel whispers against your ear. "Let's show 'em what's mine." 

Joel's robe which had been shielding you slightly is pulled back from your body. You stand naked, framed by the large window. Your reflection is there, gazing at you like a sultry twin. You twist away from the cool glass, your cheeks flaming. 

"Joel-"

"Shhhh," Joel soothes, kissing the top of your head. "S'okay baby. I got you." 

His hand comes to your jaw, forcing you to keep your face pointed to the window. Your cheeks burn but you're so wet. You feel his body pressing into yours, herding you closer to the window. 

"That's my girl."

He continues like this, pressing you further against the window until your breasts are flattened against the glass. It's cool, and if your nipples weren't already pebbled they would be now. 

You allow yourself to be tilted, shifted, your stance widened and your pelvis pressed against the window. Your eyes remain on the figures below, terrified that they'll look up and see you naked and arched.

You hear Joel's robe fall to the ground and know that he too is naked behind you. His wide hand comes to cup your pussy and you whimper, eyes falling shut. You feel him notch himself at the entrance to your cunt. 

"Be good for me, now." 

Joel slides up into you, the two of you groaning in unison. He makes you feel so full, so deliciously stretched. His fingers begin to worry your clit, tapping and rubbing as he thrusts into you against the window before withdrawing. 

"Joel one of them is looking up," you say, even though the people are far away and they could be very well looking at any of the number of hotel rooms. 

"What do they see, baby?" Joel groans, shoulders rolling as he slides his fingers along the slick of your clit. 

"They see us," you groan, cheeks flaming. 

"Uh huh," Joel coos, cock teasing your entrance. "They see you takin' my cock like a good little slut." 

This sentence causes your knees to almost buckle and if not for Joel's body pressing you against the window you would have collapsed. 

"I want them to see how good my girl looks when I'm fucking her," Joel grunts out, pressing your body against the glass. Your pebbled nipples smoothed against the chilled surface. 

"They can't fuck you. Only me."

You whimper before Joel is sliding all the way once more, making your breath come out in little shudders. He picks up the pace, watching as you crest, and your orgasm washing over you. A small one, an appetizer. 

You wonder what the people below will see if they look up. A bit of movement in the darkness? Or a young woman pressed luridly against the glass while a broad shouldered older man pounds into her relentlessly? 

"They're watchin' me fuck what's mine." 

The possessiveness in his statement hits you directly in your cunt, causing you to moan lowly. Joel pins your hands to the window under his, both of your palms flat as he drives into you to the hilt.  

"You're all mine," Joel groans. His chin is on your shoulder, digging there. "Say it."

He thrusts brutally into you, his hips unrelenting. You're momentarily distracted before his voice is in your ear, hot and urgent. 

"Say it, baby."

"Say what?" 

"Say you're mine. I wanna hear it."

His hips are starting to thrust so hard it leaves you breathless, body jolting against the cool glass. It feels so good, so grounding. He presses all of him against you, your body flat against the window and he fucks up into you. His breath is hot at your temple, stirring the hair there. 

"I'm yours," you cry out. 

"Again."

"I'm yours, baby," you keen, hands slipping down the window, your body going boneless. Your cheek is shifting against the window, your now damp body squeaking against the glass. 

"Louder." 

"Yours," you punch out as Joel's mouth sucks at your jaw. Every word is now punctuated by Joel's snapping hips you pelvis smacking into the window. "Yours! Yours! Yours!"

He smells so good. Like sweat and the spicy cologne he wore at graduation and the lingering scent of the lavender massage oil. You want to wear that smell on you every day for the rest of your life. 

His breath is hot and damp on your neck, teeth scraping against your jaw. Your breasts are pressed tightly against the glass, showing your naked body off to anyone who can see this high up. His fingers rub your clit in gentle circles, palm pressing into your abdomen. 

"Again," Joel groans, his hips slamming into you, arousal soaking his length. You're pinned between his gyrating hips and the window. "Say it again."

"Joel I'm yours!" Your voice is cracking as your orgasm starts to creep up on you. "I'm fucking yours! I have been since Christmas!"

You're getting so close to another climax, you're almost there.

"You only want me and my cock" Joel groans, his hands on your hips now as he fucks you brutally, so much that you jump a bit with each thrust, your breasts rasping against the glass. "I'm the only one who fucks you properly." 

"You know I only want you," you tell him. "I only want you, Joel. I lo-"

You hold your tongue despite everything. Joel knows how you feel, he must. But the first time you told him he convinced you it was just a connection, not love. You don't want to be the one to say it again. 

He grips the back of your neck, forcing your head back and your mouth to graze his. He looks completely fucked out, shiny with sweat, pupils blown, mouth parted. 

"Mine," Joel rasps once before his mouth overwhelms you. His lips slot between yours as you let the pleasure overwhelm your core and tightened limbs. Your cries are weak and converging into whines as he continues fucking you. 

“Mine, mine, mine,” he growls against your open mouth. “Fucking mine.”

You come down moments later, body boneless and quivering against him. You feel like you're consumed by Joel, his arms around you, his body against yours. 

"I ain't done with you yet," he says breathlessly. Before you can say anything he has you in a bridal carry and he's taking you back to the bed. You gaze up at him with adoration, convinced your pupils must be heart shaped at this point. 

I love him. I love him. 

He sits at the end of the bed, holding you tenderly in his lap, body pliant and ready for whatever he'll offer you. You just want to be with him, near him, always. 

His eyes are roving your naked body, the sight of his turgid cock between your legs. He shifts, watching it slip between your lips, grazing the clit. 

"Joel," you sigh if only to hear the sound of it. 

He seems to remember himself at the sound, his eyes on yours. They go to your mouth, fingers gripping your chin. 

"You ready for more, baby?" He asks you, nose rubbing along your own. "Can I give you more?"

His palm trails over your breasts, down your stomach and grazing your inner thigh.

"Yes," you breathe, eyes heavily lidded. "I want more.”

There is a curl at the corner of his full mouth. 

"Be polite," Joel murmurs with a smirk. His mouth trails behind your ear, voice a soft huff. "Ask Daddy nicely, baby." 

Your eyes don't leave his face, even as your ass begins to roll over his hard and weeping cock. His mouth is at your neck, kissing and sucking. 

"Please."

"Please what?" He mutters against your throat. 

"P-please," you whimper shakily. "Please fuck me, Daddy." 

Joel groans low in his chest at the sound. He takes your hands in his; drawing them up, up until they're laced behind his neck. He leaves them there, his broad hands making their way down your arms, your breasts as you arch, your soft stomach and then between your legs. He holds your soft inner thighs and parts them widely. 

Your head tilts back, leaning against his shoulder so you can gaze up at him. He watches you for a moment, eyes tracing your face before he kisses you gently, tongue dabbing against yours as you settle there on his lap, hands on his at your waist.

And now he hooks your thighs over his own, parting both sets of legs widely until you're luridly exposed. Joel's fingertips make a slow trail along the crease of your thigh until they land at your clit. You make a small whimpering noise before settling back against him, eyes shutting in languid pleasure as your head sags forward.

Joel gently pulls your hair, tugging your face up from where it rests against your sternum. The pull is delicious, your heavy eyes staring up into the mirror above the dresser on the opposite wall of the hotel room.

“You're gonna take it like this," he tells your reflection in the mirror. "So we can both see how good you look when you're getting fucked by Daddy."

You whimper and nod, hand splayed over his. Joel is panting heavily behind you, large, dark eyes on yours in the mirror. Your eyes remain on his in the reflection, watching as he helps to lower you onto his cock. From this angle he feels even bigger. You're so slick that when he thrusts inside you think you’ll take him easily, but his size and the angle makes it a strain to take all of him at once. 

"You can do it, baby,” Joel soothes as the stretch makes you wince. You can see the flush over your cheeks, the red in Joel's face and chest. His muscles ripple under his beautifully tanned skin. 

"Be a good girl for me," Joel whispers against your temple. "Make Daddy feel good." 

///

Tess sees rather than hears the two of you first in the reflection of the mirror atop the hotel vanity. At first she's confused when she sees Joel on the edge of the bed facing the mirror. But then she sees the woman in his lap facing away from him, her knees slung over Joel's as he keeps her glistening sex spread wide. 

"That's right," Joel rasps against her temple. "I'm gonna take care of you, baby."

His cock is pressing between the woman's thighs, both coated in arousal as he thrusts. Tess can see his middle and ring finger on either side of the woman’s clit, rubbing gentle circles there.

"You always take care of me," the woman on Joel's lap groans, her thighs flexing as Joel drives himself up between her thighs. "Feels so good."

 When the woman lets out a husky moan Joel's eyes shutter but they never break from the woman. The woman's face tilts and Joel's eyes are so full of adoration that Tess feels physically sick. She watches as Joel's hands move to cup the woman's face. 

"Never felt this good with anyone," Joel tells her softly. "Never."

"Me neither," the woman whimpers before pressing her mouth to his. They kiss slowly, reverently, lovingly even as he fucks up into her. The woman makes a soft whimpering sound, her body quaking as Joel’s cock slides in and out of her. Joel's face breaks. His brows saddle and his thrusting reaches a fever pitch.

"Keep goin'," Joel is slurring. "Uh huh, you take it baby. This is all for you. S'always gonna be for you."

///

You sigh, feeling him bottom out inside you. He lets out a sharp hiss, his hands moving up your body to cup your breasts, pinching the nipples as you moan. He begins to thrust his cock into you, slowly at first, wanting you to acclimatize.

You watch yourselves in the mirror, hypnotized by the way Joel looks as he’s entering you over and over. The way he has your legs spread so wide, so obscene. The sight of Joel’s cock disappearing into your sopping cunt as he kneads your breasts. His eyes are heavy-lidded, but stuck on your face.

“You’re mine,” you tell his reflection, your damp temple pressed against his cheek. “Only mine.”

You don’t feel territorial like Joel, but you want to hear the words from him. There’s something like satisfaction in having Joel say it.

“Yes,” Joel pants, sawing his cock between your thighs. “Only yours.”

Your hands continue to lace around his neck, holding there as he continues to thrust. Your breasts bounce at every jolt, his large hands coming to hold your hips stationary.

"This is your cock baby," he tells you as he pumps into you. "Only you fuck it. Only you."

Your eyes are on his as he thrusts deep and fast, watching your body bounce on his lap, his broad forearms and shoulders caging you against him. 

"Joel you feel so fucking good," you moan, eyes closing as he drives himself firmly into you. "No one fucks me like you do."

"That's right," he purrs. "Because I’m yours and your mine n’ Daddy knows how to make his good girl feel good."

He’s fucking up into you with abandon, his hands on your thighs, keeping them apart. He can’t stop staring at the two of you in the mirror, bodies rising and falling together, slick with sweat, moaning together in some feral symphony.

You feel suddenly shy, your face turning to him, forehead pressing against his cheek.

"No no," Joel commands gently, his fingers gently forcing your face to the mirror. "Look at how good you look takin’ my cock, baby."

His face slides next to you, cheeks pressed together and in the mirrors reflection you can see the stark difference in your expressions. Joel is completely un-tethered, eyes narrowed and his teeth bared in a feral smile as he thrusts into you. It's the view of a man taking what he thinks is his, of possession, of desire. 

You on the other hand are completely fucked out, hair falling into your glassy eyes, mouth hanging open as you make inhuman noises, your naked body jolting with every thrust. You're totally gone, your body his to mold, hands barely able to hold onto his own around your waist. 

"Oh pretty girl," Joel groans heavily into your hair. "You're doin' so good. Keep goin' just like that. Daddy loves those sounds you're makin' just for him." 

"Fuck me harder Daddy," you gasp, bouncing along his cock. "Harder." 

He holds your thighs tightly, fingertips dimpling the flesh as he holds you open for him to see in the mirror and fucks into you even harder. He looks lost watching as your cunt swallows him time and time again, thrust after thrust. Joel cups your tits again, squeezing them together.

"Joel," you whine, pelvis tilting back and forth as you continue crying out at the ceiling. "I don't wanna stop."

"We're not gonna," Joel promises, the two of you falling into a rhythm as he flexes into you. "We ain’t stoppin’." 

He doesn’t know what you mean. That you don’t want to stop seeing him. You look over your shoulder at Joel and you let out a keen when you see how fucked out he looks. You have never wanted him more. 

"Joel,” you groan, eyelids fluttering. "I need to come."

"C'mon an’ be a good girl," Joel urges you; planting a sloppy kiss to your cheek as you two bounce together. "Use your manners."

He's so deep, working so hard that his back is slick with sweat. Your thighs burn as he holds you open but you don't stop, you don't even adjust because the strain adds to it. It makes it feel even deeper, even sharper.  His fingers are on your clit again, sliding and rubbing in the way he knows you love.

"That's my girl," Joel croons against your temple, his mouth breaking into a sinful smile against your hair. "So good for me."

"Please Daddy," you moan. "Let me come for you."

You rise and fall together like the waves of an ocean, his arms wrapped around your middle as your arm goes behind your head, fingers clinging to his neck, your forehead against his jaw. Your hips roll over him, sliding back and forth as Joel fucks into you. You stretch your spine out, back arching and face up at the ceiling as you cry out in high, raspy intonations. 

///

"Please Daddy, let me come for you."

The woman’s hips flex as she rides his cock. Her chest rises and Joel's left hand moves to cup her breast, his fingertips worrying her nipple. Tess tries to make out the woman's face but her hair is in her face. 

"You gonna come on Daddy's cock like a good girl?"

"Yes Daddy," the woman keens.

Tess feels her eyes blow wide at this. She's never heard Joel refer to himself as Daddy, has never had him encourage her to use the term. He's never fucked Tess on the edge of the bed, holding her in his lap and watching their damp bodies writhing together in the mirror. He's never been unrestrained, so recklessly passionate like this. 

Tess registers that her marriage is well and truly over not only because the woman is drawing moans from Joel that Tess has never been able to encourage in him in all their time together. It's because Joel has never looked at Tess the same way he's looking at the woman now. The naked look of reverence and desire mixed in one. Never shown himself to Tess like this, never let himself truly let go.

Tess can see Joel's slick cock sliding out and into the woman's bared pussy, deeper and harder with every thrust. 

“That’s it baby," Joel whispers against your mouth. "Give it all here. Lemme have it and you can have mine. Look at Daddy when you come for him."

She does, face tilted up to him, crying loudly and bouncing in his lap, her thighs spread wide. Tess sees arousal flooding over Joel's stiff cock still stuffing the woman's tight cunt. 

Tess holds in a grimace as Joel grips the woman's hips in his long fingers. 

"You like this?" Joel rasps, fingers worrying the woman's clit as she rides him. "Like me holding you open wide so you see how Daddy fucks his good girl?"

Tess watches the woman’s stomach tighten, sees the fresh gush of arousal around Joel’s cock and knows that she’s come. She gives out a shuddering cry of Joel’s name, her fingernails digging into his hands on her hips. Joel watches her face with a look of naked adoration, his mouth curling into a crooked smile.

“Feel good, baby?”

"Yes," she replies and Tess feels her stomach heave when the two share a soft and tender kiss. 

The woman says something else but Tess doesn't hear it. The woman's mouth moves to Joel's ear and suddenly he's got her around the waist, holding her against his chest as his cock saws in and out of her dripping slot, the sounds obscene in the quiet hotel room.

"You feel so fuckin’ good," Joel grunts, his voice guttural.

The woman moans, hips rolling. Her palm comes to hold Joel’s cheek. "Wanna make you come, Joel."

And she does. Tess watches Joel’s face go pinched, his hands clutching the woman tightly to him as his hips slap against her from behind. Joel moans, his entire body convulsing a moment before he empties himself into the woman. They both groan at the sensation, bodies so tightly pressed as their hips slowly stutter to a stop.

Tess stares at the woman and Joel, her eyes fixed on the debauched view of his come leaking out of her pussy as she sits spread wide on his lap. Joel's eyes won't leave the woman's face and the woman’s fingers lace through his curls at the base of his scalp. 

"I've never wanted someone the way I want you," Joel confesses quietly.

It's not just that comment which infuriates Tess. It's the way Joel's eyes are still gazing into the woman's face. It's an open, loving look without restraint. The woman murmurs something to Joel, something Tess can't hear. And suddenly Tess can't take it another second. She bursts towards them, eyes blazing.

"What the fuck is going on?"

///

You start when you hear Tess ' voice sound out behind you. Instinct tells you to turn around but everything in you stays frozen on Joel's lap as his softening cock slips from you. 

"Tess," Joel croaks. "What are-"

He stops himself, realizing that he's still holding your naked body open wide. You know he's hoping the same things you are. That Tess didn't see your face. 

Joel snaps into action, he grips the nearby robe and wraps it around you. He slips you off his lap, leaving you shaking on the bed as he pulls on his boxers. He stands between you on the bed and Tess standing watching you hide behind him.

Tess stands at the door of the room, her suitcase in one hand and a hotel key card in the other. In your frenzy neither of you heard the beep of the door as she came in. 

"Conference got cancelled," Tess says stiffly. "Thought I'd come surprise you and Sarah. Looks like I really surprised you."

Tess is quiet as you rush off to the bathroom, Joel's come leaking down your leg. You slam the door behind you, leaning against it as you slump to the floor. You can hear their voices outside in the room.

“How did you get in here?”

“I told them my husband was staying here,” Tess hisses back. "Who the fuck was that, Joel?"

"None of your business, Tess.”

You sit against the door, ear pressed even though they're both speaking so loudly you needn’t have bothered.

“Should have known you’d have a little side piece to keep your cock warm.”

“That’s not what she is,” Joel defends angrily. “And you’re not mad at her. I’m the one you were married to.”

 “Were?” Tess says choking down a laugh. “Did I miss something Joel? Last time I checked we still were.”

“Tess,” Joel says in a soft voice. “The divorce papers are signed. I don’t even know why you’re here in the first place.”

“I was coming here to see if we could still make it work,” Tess says chagrined. “I have the divorce papers in my bag. I was sitting on mailing them out. Fucking foolish of me when you have a little whore keeping your dick wet.”

“Don’t call her that,” Joel snaps. “I’m serious.”

You wish you could see him through the door. You stand, moving to sit on the toilet, wrapping the robe tighter around you. You clean yourself with one of the towels, feeling sick to your stomach.

“She seemed young,” Tess scoffs. “Now I understand the fascination. Bet you love eating her pussy don’t you? She taste good, Joel? Sweet?”

Joel doesn’t answer and you’re frankly shocked at how Tess is speaking. She didn’t seem this kind of person when you met her at Christmas.

“She just love sucking your cock?” Tess continues and you can feel Joel’s shame through the door. “Does she know you have a daughter about her age?”

“Yes.”

“How long have you known her for, Joel?”

Silence. The kind of silence that is more incriminating

Say something Joel. Something. Anything.

And then he does say something. But it’s not what you expect.

“No, Tess don’t-“

The door to the bathroom is thrust open and Tess stands in the doorway, staring down at you. You feel your soul leave your body when her see her register who you are.

"You?" She chokes out. "You?!"

"I'm so sorry," you say and the tears are spilling from your eyes. "I'm so so sorry."

Because you are.

You feel so deeply ashamed with yourself. All the times you told yourself it was a fling and it didn’t matter. All the times you pushed Tess from your mind because she wasn’t there to remind you that you were doing something incredibly wrong. And you feel so much guilt because you want her husband, you love him.

Tess backs into the room, her eyes blown wide as she looks at you emerging from the bathroom, face blotchy and eyes wet with tears.

“I welcomed you into my home,” Tess whispers in horror, her face white. “I cooked for you, I- Oh my God – is this… did it start back then?” She whirls on Joel looking ashamedly at his feet. “How long has this been going on, Joel? Tell me the fucking truth.”

Joel’s voice is low and quiet.

“Christmas.”

“Christmas,” Tess echoes weakly. “You’ve been fucking this little college slut for months?”

“Hey,” Joel says sharply, inadvertently coming to stand between Tess and the bed, shielding you.

“Big, strong protector,” Tess says with a disgusted laugh. She gives you a hollow look. “Until he gets bored of you and finds another college girl to fuck, right?”

“Tess, I know you’re hurtin’ and I’m sorry,” Joel says truthfully. “But you need to stop.”

“Did you fuck her in our bed?”

Joel can’t reply and you feel your stomach drop when Tess shake her head before sneering over at you, giving you a once over full of derision. Then her eyes are back on Joel’s increasingly red face.

“You get that you’re just some older guy she’ll fuck until she gets bored. A story she’ll look back on and laugh about with her age appropriate husband in about ten years.”

"Tess-"

"You feel good knowing you threw away our entire marriage for some college pussy?"

“Stop, please,” you beg, hating the look that’s clouding Joel’s face. That scared, uncertain look. “Please, Tess.”

"Why?" Tess scoffs angrily and you flinch at the way she hisses at you. “You don’t like hearing the truth? How you broke up a family because you wanted to fuck my husband?”

You hate knowing that you’ve hurt Tess so badly. You just never thought she would find out.

“Tess stop,” Joel says and now his voice is that same dark whisper. The scary one that sets goosebumps across your body. “I was the one that cheated on you. Be mad at me.”

“Oh don’t worry about that, I am,” Tess says with a shallow laugh before pointing at you with the key card. "But she played an equal part in this. If she’s old enough to have an affair with my husband, she’s old enough to hear this. You understand that you’re a midlife crisis, right? Most men get sportscars, but I guess Joel Miller’s not like most men.”

“She ain’t that,” Joel tells Tess and you feel the anger mixed with shame radiating off of him.

“No?” Tess’s mouth is curled into a ghoulish expression of amusement. “Why Joel? Are you in love with her or something?”

"Yes."

The speed in which he replies shocks not only Tess but you as well. Your head jerks to the side to face him. His eyes go to your face, the feeling so clear in his gaze. Your heart swells at the sight of it despite everything.

“Of course you are,” Tess laughs cruelly. “Joel Miller the romantic.”

“Tess-“

“You two are just fucking around, ruining marriages and families and I’m supposed to believe this is some love story for the ages?” Tess scowls as she collapses into the chair nearest to her. “Are you fucking deluded?”

You chance a glance over at Joel to see his jaw clenched and his dark eyes far away. Part of you wants to beg Tess’s forgiveness; the other part wants to slap her for making Joel look so beaten down.

"How many others have there been?" Tess demands. You watch Joel's cheeks flame and your stomach drops at the length of time it takes him to answer. Were there others? You never even thought to ask.  

"Just her," he finally utters quietly. "Only wanted her."

You realize now his hesitancy. If there had been several you'd just be a number Tess could forget about. But as it is there is only you, which means something more. Tess turns her ire on you now, her light eyes flashing.

"How could you do this to your friend?" Tess demands of you. "Forget about me, how could you do this to Sarah? How could you break up her family?"

You feel sick to your stomach. All the minutes and hours and weeks and months you spent pining for Joel, did you ever really consider the true ramifications? Or the people you would both hurt? Or were you just so intent on having him that everything else was pushed aside?

"Tess, it wasn't her," Joel assures her. "You and I had been unhappy long before Christmas. Meeting her just... It just confirmed how I'd been feeling for months."

“We were married. We were happy.”

"Were we really happy Tess?" Joel challenges. “I wanted more kids and you didn’t.”

“She’s gonna give you kids, is that it?”

Joel ignores this question, can tell without looking over at you that there must be a stricken expression on your face.

"When you weren't at work and it was just us we barely spent time together. And when we did most of the time we'd argue."

"But there were good times," Tess defends. 

"I know," Joel nods. "S'why I didn't break things off right away."

You don't like hearing this. Hearing how Joel wasn't sure. Hearing about his life when you weren't there. It makes your face crumple when you hear it. Joel must notice because his face is turning to you.

"But I couldn't forget her."

He goes to reach for you but stops when he hears Tess give a disgusted scoff. Your arms are wrapped around your body, wishing more than anything this moment was over. But Tess isn’t finished. Not by a long shot.

“And what did Sarah have to say about this?” Tess demands. “Something tells me she wouldn’t have been thrilled to see her best friend and her father fucking.”

The dual silence of you and Joel tells her everything.

“Ohhh….She doesn’t know,” Tess says in a mock hushed tone. “Well, maybe someone should tell her.”

You watch in horror as Tess reaches for her cell phone in her purse. Your stomach lurches and you dart forward, ignoring Joel’s hand grazing your waist as you pass him.

"Tess please," you beg, hand outstretched. "You can hate me and Joel as much as you want. But please think of how telling her like this will affect Sarah.”

Tess stares at you, a sinister curl of amusement on her lips. “Like you thought about how it would affect Sarah when you started fucking her dad?”

No, you never thought of Sarah. All you thought about was your own selfish pleasure. How were you so fucking deluded to think that loving Joel would be enough? Tess is one thing – according to him their marriage was already suffering and aside from this moment you never thought you’d have to see her.

But Sarah? Sarah was innocent in all of this. Sarah your only true friend.

“I didn’t because I’m a selfish piece of shit,” you tell her firmly. “But you aren’t.”

“Oh no?” Tess is almost laughing at your solemnity.

“No,” you shake your head. “From the moment I met you, I knew you were the kind of person to do the right thing. And you know that telling Sarah about us like this is wrong. It would break her heart. Sarah doesn't deserve this. She's never done anything to you. Ever." 

“And I deserved it?” Tess challenges. “I deserved to have some little college slut fuck my husband?”

The tears are falling down, hot and steady down your warm cheeks. Because she has every right to hate you both. You did something wrong, so impossibly wrong. You shake your head lightly, trying to swallow more of the tears.

“No, you didn’t.”

You feel your cheeks burn with shame and guilt as you lower yourself to your knees, head bowed. You face her, subservient in your stance, ignoring as Joel calls your name. Your fold your hands in front of you, lacing the fingers together as if in prayer.  

“Tess I’m so so sorry for what we did. I know that an apology means nothing. It means less than nothing,” you say, debasing yourself. “I understand you hating me for the rest of your life. What we did was fucking wrong, there’s no way around that. I don’t know how to fix it. I really don’t.”

You take a deep breath and try to swallow down the cracking sobs starting in your rib cage.

“But Tess I’m begging you, please don’t tell Sarah. Sarah loves Joel so much, finding out this way would devastate her. She doesn’t deserve to pay for our fuck up. She doesn’t deserve to learn about it like this, please don’t tell Sarah. Please.”

The sobs begin in earnest and you try to swallow them down once more, your chest heaving. When you finally glance up you can see that Tess is glassy-eyed and ignoring you there on the floor.

“I wanna talk in private,” Tess says, looking at Joel. “You owe me that much.” 

You continue sitting there on the floor, tears streaming down your face until you feel Joel’s hand gently alight on your shoulder.

"Can you give us a minute?" Joel asks you. "I'll send a text."

For some reason this hurts more than anything. To know that you’re the one being asked to leave in all of this. And yet you nod, grabbing your phone from the nightstand and leaving quickly, tightening the robe around your middle. 

///

You’re sitting in the pool area, lying on one of the puffy chaise lounges. It’s been two hours of scrolling your phone and wiping away tears as you try to face away from the families splashing around in the pool. 

Joel loves you.

Sarah is going to hate you.

Joel loves you.

You keep waiting for Sarah to call you in tears, screaming at you for ruining her life. When your phone buzzes you feel your stomach jump. You raise the screen to your face with shaking fingers.

[HIM 💜]: She left.

The trudge back to the hotel room is a slow one, your heart heavy. There’s no way Joel is going to want to continue this with you. And you’ve realized now that it’s going to break your fucking heart when he ends things.

You slip past him when the door opens, trying to mask your tears. You go to the bed, looking at the rumpled sheets and your red panties strewn to the side. It doesn’t look like the bed of two people in love. It looks like the bed of two selfish people.

Joel rests a hand on the doorknob, shoulders hunched at his ears. You can see the red at the back of his neck when you look back at him.

“Is she gonna tell Sarah?”

“No.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.”

Joel says it firmly, without question and you believe him. You want to ask him what he and Tess talked about, but at the same time you don’t want to know. You don’t want to think about how hurt she was.

And now you can’t stop thinking about Joel loving you. He loves you. Love. And you love him. This should be a time of celebration. But instead you stand there, eyes on his feet. Because love won’t be enough. He won’t want this with you, not at such a cost.

You blink back the tears and try to steady your voice.

“I guess we’re over, then?”

You make a motion between your bodies, waiting for Joel’s agreement. When several moments pass in silence you finally raise your gaze to Joel’s. He’s put a t-shirt on, but he still wears his boxers. He looks so vulnerable, despite his breadth and you can see the gloss that has begun in his dark eyes.

"Baby, come here."

Without thought you cross the room and move into his waiting embrace, arms banding around his waist. He holds you tightly to him, your head tucked under his chin. He sways you gently from side to side, his heart under your ear.

“I don’t want us to be over,” he murmurs against the crown of your head. “But I understand if this is too much for you.”

You hold him tighter, the tears no longer flowing. Being in his arms feels so safe and so right. You hate how right it feels in Joel Miller’s arms. If it felt even a tiny bit awful you could turn away, you could walk from this hotel and never give him a second thought. As it is, you feel something deep and eternal for him.

"Did you mean it? About loving me?"

Joel’s large hands move to cup your face, turning your red-rimmed eyes up to face him. He stares at you in that impossibly soft way that only Joel Miller possesses. The kind of way that spells affection in the flecks of honey in his iris, the way that shows adoration in the round of his pupils.

"Yeah," Joel whispers and suddenly he looks like a lost little boy as you stare up at him. "Is that okay?"

It takes everything in you not to cry again. You’re sick of crying. You want to remember how Joel is looking down at you now. How your hands lay against his waist, holding him. How in this moment you’ve never loved anyone more.

"Yes,” you finally whisper back. “Joel, I've loved you for so long." 

“I know,” Joel admits, his eyes glassy. “I’ve been in love with you for a long time, baby. Was just scared to admit it, I think.”

His mouth finds yours, his hand sliding to the back of your neck as you wrap your arms around his waist once more. There’s no heat in this kiss, just a deep abiding love that you sense with every soft dab of his lips against yours.

“I wanna take care of you,” Joel murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth. "I want you to come back to Austin with me. I want you to come stay with me for the summer. Please say yes."

Your stomach jumps in both anticipation and tremendous fear. This is a huge step for the both of you. And you’re scared that Joel is offering this because of how horrible this evening was with Tess. You bring a thumb to stroke his cheek, smiling up at him gently.

“Let’s go to bed,” you say.

Joel blinks before nodding, pressing a full-lipped kiss to your mouth before taking your hand in his and leading you to the bed. The two of you are completely wiped from everything. Still wearing your robe and Joel in his boxers, the two of you collapse into bed. Joel flicks off the light and draws you to him.

“I love you,” Joel murmurs against your forehead. Your heart sings at the sound of it and your mouth curls into a soft, contented smile.

///

You wake the next morning with a strange sensation. A mixture of joy an apprehension as you open your eyes. Joel is already awake, balancing on one arm and looking at you with a gentle smile. His hair is mussed from sleep, the curls flattened on one side. That shouldn’t make your heart jump with affection, but it does.

“Was wondering when you’d wake up. You were out like a light.”

“Shit,” you say, propping yourself onto your elbows. “What time is it?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Joel soothes, brushing the hair from your eyes. “I got us a late checkout.”

“Thanks.”

Your eyes drop to the space between you on the bed. A small sliver of waved blankets that in this moment feel like a canyon. You smooth your hands over it, feeling the soft texture. Joel watches this, you can feel his eyes on you. He knows you so well.

“What are you thinkin’ about?”

“About what you asked me last night,” you admit. “About coming to Austin with you.”

Joel grows serious, taking a slow inhale. “And?”

“I’m worried you’re saying it because of everything with Tess,” you admit, fingers plucking the bed sheets absently. “And I don’t want that. I want it to be because it’s something you want, not something you feel obligated to do.”

Joel launches himself off of the bed before you can finish your thought. You watch his broad shoulders bared, his body covered in only his boxers as he knees down, rummaging for something in his suitcase.

You stare at him puzzled when he comes back with an envelope and a small square box.  He sits across from you on the bed, his large frame comically child-like in the cross-legged pose. He passes you the envelope first.

You open it, confused when you pull out a long piece of paper until you realize what you’re looking at. An airline ticket to Austin and your name in on it. Your eyes dart in surprise to Joel’s open gaze. He sits with his hands folded on his muscled thighs. He rubs the palms along them a few times before nervously swallowing.

“Wanted this for a long time,” he tells you. “Longer than I wanna admit.”

A smile breaks out over your features. This wasn’t a last minute plan to smooth over what happened last night. He wanted you to come back with him to Austin for a while. Living with him for an entire summer.

“I was gonna ask you properly last night,” he admits. “The same time I gave you this.”

Joel takes your chin in his thumb and forefinger, stroking sweetly before motioning to the box between the two of you. It's a small square box in a color you know too well: Tiffany blue wrapped in a black ribbon.  

"Open it."

You do slowly, feeling nervous with Joel's gaze on you. The ribbon drifts to the floor until all you're left with is a small square box with Tiffany & Co embossed on the front. You let your fingers trail over the grooves of the letters. 

He wouldn't propose. 

No it's too early. It's too much. You can't possibly say yes can you? No, it's insane. His divorce isn't even finalized yet. Your trembling fingers open the box, eyes widening until you see what rests inside. 

Relief floods you when you see a delicate silver chain and pendant sitting on the velvet cushion inside. It's simple; a thin x with diamonds in each of the empty spaces and the shape is unmistakable. 

A snowflake. 

It's on a slender silver chain that sparkles in the light as you remove it from the velvet cushion.

"Here, lemme put it on ya," Joel murmurs, taking the delicate jewelry in his wide fingers. You twist away from him, sliding your hair over one shoulder. You feel him fumble with it against the nape of your neck and you hold in a shiver at the sensation. 

"Perfect," be murmurs, tracing a finger along the chain.

"It's just ... This is so much, Joel. The necklace, the hotel, the massage.” Guilt gnaws at your belly.  “Did you get anything for Sarah?"

Joel's head tilts slightly as he regards you. "You're worried I didn't get anything for Sarah?"

"I guess ...” you falter. “I just ..."

"I got her a ring made from one that used to belong to her mom. I paid for her and Charlie to stay at a swanky hotel in town for the weekend," Joel promises, kissing the worry from between your brows. "Plus a few other things that ain't your business because she's my kid."

He says the last part in a jesting tone, pinching the end of your nose in his knuckles and squeezing gently a moment. Relief floods you at this admission.

 "Good."

Joel surveys you a moment, features drawn. He takes your hand in his, wide thumb tracing the back. 

"My daughter will always be my biggest priority," Joel informs you, concern trailing over his strong features. "You never have to worry about that."

"Alright."

Joel swallows. 

"But you also need to understand it, too. I need you to be okay with it, cuz that ain't changing. She's always gonna be my kid."

Adoration flows from you as you look at Joel. The difference between he and your parents rearing is so stark it fills your eyes with tears. 

"I think that's why I fell for you from the start," you admit without thinking. "Because of how well you love her."

Joel's face is pure sweetness as he looks at you. 

"But that doesn't mean you're not a priority too," he tells you with earnestness. "You're my girl."

His large palms come to either side of your jaw, tilting your mouth to his. His girl. How long did you pine over Joel Miller dreaming of a life where you're his? And now you are. Here in his arms, kissing him fiercely. 

You break apart, flushed happily. You look back at your necklace, tracing the small pendant before turning it over. Your brows knit together in confusion as you see the engraved letter on the back.

"H?"

"For Heather," Joel tells you shyly. "I just know she'd be proud of you, baby. Maybe even more than me."

And that’s it, the moment you fall so hard for Joel Miller than no one could catch you. Your heart overflows with affection for him as you launch yourself into his lap, holding him. Everything about him feels right as he pulls you against him, his breathing soft and steady.

 “I wanna come back to Austin with you Joel,” you tell him with a watery smile. “I wanna spend the summer with you.”

“Are you sure, baby?” Joel asks, concern clear in his features. “I don’t wanna pressure-“

“I’m sure,” you answer, your mouth kissing his jaw, then his lips. You pull back because there is something so engaging about Joel’s eyes. You see everything in the depths of his large, chocolate colored gaze.

"Joel... How do you just..."

"Just what?"

"See me," you say softly. You can’t find another word to describe it. All the things you’ve tried to keep hidden, the secrets, the shame, he sees it all. And he loves you through all of it.

"Same way you see me," Joel offers. 

Joel's eyes are so impossibly soft as he stares at you and when you press your mouth to his, he's so warm. You’re convinced that if you cut your veins they would bleed the color of Joel’s eyes, that your heart is wrapped up in his flesh, that you are a part of him and he’s a part of you.

"Make love to me," you whisper against his lips.

You don't know that it's possible considering all that’s gone on in the last twenty four hours. But you need to feel him inside you right now; you need to be as physically close as two people can be. 

"Of course," Joel murmurs back his nose gently tracing yours. "Whatever my girl wants." 

Any fears that he won't be able to perform are allayed when he brings your thigh over his and you feel his hardened cock at your entrance. You both shimmy out of your under things, kicking them onto the hotel floor. He removes the robe from your body and on his side he holds you, thumb rubbing the plush of your hips. He urges your thigh over his hip and then he slides into you slowly, both of you gasping softly at the sensation of his cock and your cunt meeting in pleasure.

“I love you so much sweet girl,” he tells you. “So much.”

“I love you too,” you whisper, eyes locked on his. “I've never really been in love before." 

And it's true, you realize as Joel slowly and sweetly makes love to you that you've never actually loved anyone. You thought you loved Conrad but that was an infatuation. He never saw you like Joel does. He never held you like Joel is holding you now.

He holds you like a cherished artwork, like something precious. Like you’re worth something, even though your whole life you’ve been told the opposite.

His mouth goes to your neck, kissing and licking there as you whimper against him. He gently moves you onto your back and you let him take control of the motion. Your hands lace in Joel’s at the side of your head, holding you in place, his body sliding along yours.  

"Gonna hold you like this every day in Austin," Joel breathes as he continues to slowly thrust into you deeply from this angle. "Gonna cook for you. Gonna take you on dates. I’m gonna take care of you."

"I want that too," you breathe, mouth over his, swallowing his cries. "Wanna be with you so much, Joel.”

He notices your eyes closed tightly, body rocking gently against his. He lets this happen a few moments, watching as your body begins to flush and your brows saddle. But soon he feels himself approaching his climax and he needs your gaze.

"Eyes open for me, pretty girl," he murmurs and your eyes crack open at his request.

The two of you stare deeply into one another's eyes, the moment heavy. You can see Joel's mouth starting to quiver as he breathes, something he does when he's about to come. He holds you tighter to him and neither of you can look away when your climaxes overtakes you.

He spills into you while crying out your name, you follow soon after with his name half-uttered before your groans of pleasure become too much. You both stay like this a moment, he soft but still buried within you. You kiss fiercely, desire flooding you both at the knowledge that this is only the beginning.

“Better get you to the dorm,” Joel offers. “Gotta pack for Austin… As long as that’s still something you want?”

You see the indecision in his eyes, the continued concern that he’s forcing you into something you don’t want. You hum a soothing noise before you press a palm to his whiskery cheek, watching him go from nervous to calm at your touch.

“I can’t wait.”

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[beneathstarryskies]

Hi hiii hii

Can I uhh please request maybe a smutty fic of Nanami and Gojo fighting over the new hire at Jujutsu Tech? 👉👈🫣 Thanks bby you rule my world

warnings: threesome, alcohol, fem!reader, gojo is a little shit, nanami is a lil pussywhipped, implied bimbo!reader • wordcount: 2,083

There was just something about you that drove them crazy. You were so sweet and caring to everyone you crossed paths with. You’d even expressed sympathy and caring for curses before. At first, Nanami thought you were just a silly little thing who wasn’t cut out for this life of exorcizing dangerous curses. When he was assigned on missions with you, he took more time to protect you and watch your back as though you were still a student. However, time and time again you proved your mettle to him. He was impressed with you and couldn’t help feeling like you were a breath of fresh air. More and more he began to look forward to being paired with you on missions. He also began coming up with excuses to spend time with you afterward. He’d take you to whatever cute little coffee shop you wanted to visit and even wander bookstores happily by your side. 

Much to Nanami’s annoyance, however, he wasn’t the only sorcerer who had their eye on you. Gojo took to you like flies to sugar. How could he not? You laughed at all of his silly antics and even joined in at times. You were the only person on campus who still awed over him and his skills. He doted on you with gifts and sweets. Whenever he came back from a work trip, he always brought you back some expensive trinkets. 

Gojo knew Nanami’s feelings for you, of course. At first, he found himself competing. If Nanami spent the day with you looking at books and having lunch, Gojo was trying to take you on a shopping spree the next day. If Nanami got hurt protecting you, the next time you were paired with Gojo he was keeping you in the protective embrace of his infinity. 

Soon, though, he switched tactics. It was a surprise to you and Nanami both. He’d join you on missions even if the curse didn’t require skills like his or three people period. He treated you both to lunch, keeping you seated right in between them. It dawned on Nanami that Gojo was planning something, but he couldn’t pinpoint what exactly it was. You, with all of your sweetness and naivety, were just so happy to spend time with them both that it didn’t matter to you. 

It’s Gojo who proposed the three of you go out to dinner one night. He chooses a fancy restaurant. Even though he doesn’t drink, he knows both you and Kento do occasionally. Every time you finish a drink, Gojo orders you another. Soon, all of your inhibitions are lowered. When Gojo begins rubbing your thigh under the table, you don’t push him away. At the same time, you reach over to take Nanami’s hand. 

“I’m so happy we’re doing this,” you say with flushed cheeks and a big smile. “I’m having the greatest time!” 

“You look like you’re having a good time,” Kento smiles softly. He rubs your flushed cheek, feeling the heat coming from it. “Sweetheart, you look a bit…” 

“She’s not drunk, Nanamin. Just a bit tipsy, right doll?” Gojo smiles at you, his hand moves higher up your skirt. 

“Right,” you blush even deeper and kiss Nanami’s palm as a gesture of appreciation for his lasting concern over you. He caresses your cheek again and smiles kindly at you for a moment. 

“Perhaps it’s time to pay the bill and head home,” Gojo smirks. 

“But I want to keep spending time with you both,” you whine. 

“I think that can be arranged,” Gojo kisses your cheek. “What do you think, Nanami?” 

“I-I’m not so sure,” Nanami blushes. 

“Please, Nanami!” you grab his arm and pout. “We can all hang out. Please, please.” 

“Please, please,” Gojo repeats, half mocking. 

“Fine, fine,” Nanami sighs. 

You let out a loud cheer, only to giggle when you notice a few people looking at you. You hide your face against the curve of Nanami’s neck, and he can’t help wrapping his arm around you. The three of you laugh softly as you blush against Nanami’s neck. Gojo pulls away to flag down the waitress and pay the bill. 

Soon, the three of you are in your apartment. You stumble through the door, each of them holding one of your hands. You turn around with a sweet, but mischievous grin. 

Nanami is the first one you kiss. His heart nearly jumps into his throat when he feels your plump, warm mouth against his. He can’t fight the urge to sink into your welcoming embrace. His hands grip your sides, fingertips digging into the flesh through your dress. 

Gojo watches on enviously but still pleased that you seem to have fallen in line with his plan without even realizing it. When you finally pull away, he’s quick to grab you. 

Nanami is hesitant to let you go, but he watches as you cling to Gojo and give him a sweet kiss too. Gojo pushes further than Nanami. His hands move down to squeeze your ass and his tongue rubs against yours sensually. 

“You’re such a good girl,” he whispers when you pull away to breathe. 

“I don’t know if ‘good’ is how I’d describe this display,” Nanami scoffs, but soon you’re in his arms again. You press kisses on his jawline. 

“Don’t be mad, Nanami,” you whine. “We’re havin’ fun.” 

Gojo smirks and approaches the two of you. At first you think he’s going to kiss you, but instead his lips crash against Nanami’s. You let out a surprised gasp but you feel a wave of heat in your lower tummy as you watch them make out while you rest your head on Nanami’s shoulder. 

“See, Nanami,” Gojo teases him. “We’re having so much fun.”

Gojo takes each of your hands and leads you towards the bedroom with some guidance from you on which way it is. Once you’re in the bedroom, you let Gojo unzip your dress while you pull the knot of Nanami’s tie loose and then begin working on the buttons of his shirt. 

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to do this,” Nanami says reluctantly. Part of him hopes more than anything you’ll agree, but he wants you to be comfortable. He doesn’t want you to feel pressured to give so much of yourself. 

“I know, Kento,” you whispers and kiss him. “I want to. I really do.” 

Gojo pushes your dress off your shoulders and watches it fall into a pool of fabric on the floor. At the same time, you take off Nanami’s shirt and begin pressing soft kisses on his chest. 

“Isn’t she beautiful, Nanami?” Gojo says as he kisses your shoulders. 

“Y-yes,” Nanami stutters, his hand tangling in your hair as you begin moving lower until you’re kneeling in front of him. His heart is racing in his chest as your delicate hands grab his belt buckle. 

“Can I, Nanami?” you ask so sweetly. 

Nanami can only nod as his mouth goes dry from this sight of you on your knees. How many times has he stroked his own cock to this very sight? Now that he sees you this way, he realizes how much his fantasies paled in comparison to the reality. You’re careful as you unbuckle his pants and slowly pull them down along with his boxers. He blushes when you see how hard he already is. 

Gojo steps back to start taking off his clothes while watching the scene unfold before him. He watches your hand wrap around Nanami’s cock and begin stroking it.

 Your soft tongue laps at Nanami’s tip, licking up the thick beads of precum dribbling out of his slit. He runs his hands through your hair, but doesn’t push or pull. Instead he just breathes shallowly, almost frozen to the spot as if scared to wake up from this dream. 

Gojo wraps his hand around the base of his cock and jerks off as he watches your head start to move. It’s a slow steady rhythm that has Nanami’s chest shaking with the effort to contain himself. 

“Does it feel good, Nanami?” Gojo asks. 

“So fucking good,” Nanami says. 

Gojo kneels behind you, working on taking off your bra while you suck Nanami’s cock. His large, strong hands begin kneading at your tits and tugging on your nipples. You moan with pure delight, and your eyes roll back. This is already better than anything you’ve dreamed of, and it’s barely started. Gojo shoves a hand down the front of your panties and grunts at the warm wetness he finds there. 

“So fucking wet, baby. Fuck,” he murmurs against your neck as he begins rubbing your clit in tight circles. You squirm a bit in an effort for more friction, and as though sensing your need he applies more pressure. “Good girl…so responsive.” 

“Fuck, you gotta slow down,” Nanami groans and begins pushing your head away. “I almost…Fuck…” 

“It’s okay, Nanami,” you say as you look up into his eyes. “I want you to feel good. I really do!” 

“I don’t want this to end too soon,” Kento admits as he runs his thumb along your bottom lip. 

Gojo stands up, guiding you along with him to your feet. You’re a little wobbly, but he wraps his arms around you to hold you steady. Kento leans in to kiss you deeply until Gojo moves to bend you over the edge of the bed. Gojo lines his cock up to your hole and pushes into you slowly. Soft moans fall from his lips as your tight walls pull him in deeper. You let out the smallest whine when he bottoms out. 

“You’re taking it so good,” he mutters as he starts a slow but deep pace. You can feel him brushing up against your cervix. His hands are firm on your hips, pulling you back to meet every thrust. He keeps up his pace until he feels himself tinkering on the edge of that bliss, and then he pulls out. You feel empty and you whine softly. 

“Your turn, Kento,” Gojo winks at him and kisses him quickly as he steps aside. 

Nanami is gentle. He drags his fingertips along your folds, eliciting a moan from you as you shiver with anticipation. Nanami isn’t as long as Gojo, but he is so thick. Even when he just pushes the head into your entrance, you can feel a stretch. He takes a sharp breath through his teeth and plunges forward. His hips smack against your ass when he bottoms out, and then he goes still to try to catch his breath. 

“You feel amazing,” he gasps. 

Your walls flutter when he picks up his pace. Soon, Nanami is grunting while pumping in and out of your tight heat with wreckless abandon. All thoughts have left his mind. He’s a slave to the intense pleasure coursing through him. 

Gojo pushes his hand between your legs to rub your swollen clit. The other hand grabs a handful of your hair to pull your head back to look up at him. He kisses you deeply, his tongue plunging into your warm mouth to taste himself and Nanami on your breath. 

You reach up to hold onto one of his shoulders, bracing yourself as you feel your climax rapidly approaching. Nanami can feel it too in the way your walls quiver around him and somehow you get even wetter. 

“That’s it baby,” Gojo whispers against your mouth. “Let me see how pretty you are cumming on Kento’s cock.” 

His words draw out a whine and coupled with his fingers rolling your clit, you’re done for. Your tummy tightens as you cry out in agonizing bliss. Your legs are shaking as Kento fucks you through every wave of pleasure before pulling out and stroking himself to completion on your ass. He is dazed when Gojo pushes him out of the way and jerks off on the other asscheek, covering you in their cum. 

In your exhaustion, you just fall face first into the mattress. It’s Gojo who gently rolls you over and presses a kiss to your temple. Kento stands at the edge of the bed looking a little dumbfounded by what’s just happened. When you look up at him, all you have to do is hold your hand out and whine before he’s crawling onto the bed beside you. 

You fall asleep when Gojo is in the middle of cleaning you up, but when you awaken the next morning you’re snuggled between them. 

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[fuckyeahdindjarin]

BBY FIRST OF ALL CONGRATS ON 1.2K!!! 💜💜💜 for shiv's salon may I request javi g?? I'm obsessed with that man's hair and curls, maybe shiv convinces him to add some nice caramel highlights between???? Up to you, love!!!

Sil! Thank you for sending this sweet boy to Shiv's. I mean, who doesn't want to play with Javi's hair? But of course I end up writing something that doesn't actually feature much of his hair at all... I hope you like it anyway! sorry I got distracted by Javi and Frankie making friends 😍

Shiv's Salon: Javi Gutierrez

732 words | warnings: sweet sweet sunshine boy meets grumpy helicopter pilot, gorgeous hair

You hear it first, the obnoxious purr of a car engine as a silver sports car pulls up along the curb right outside the salon.

‘Looks like a damn expensive car,’ you remark, hands on hips, as a man emerges from within.

Frankie takes a look outside and snorts derisively. ‘It’s expensive, alright.’

Your salon is in a working class neighbourhood, so you can’t say you know what to expect from a rich client - but you certainly didn't expect this.

A shy face, lit up by a sweet smile, peers around the doorway, thick fingers gripping the frame bashfully. Lush curls fall charmingly over his warm eyes, and when he emerges fully from the threshold, you think to yourself that his yellow shirt aptly reflects the sunshine that he exudes.

'Hello, is this a hairdresser's?' he asks in a vaguely European accent.

‘You’ve come to the right place. Come on in!’ you smile back.

As he makes his way into the salon, his hair bounces about his face as if in slow motion with the movement - you can almost hear generic TV commercial music in the background, and a whisper of because you’re worth it. 

The spell only breaks when you hear Frankie suck in a breath. ‘Whoa.’

With two sets of eyes swinging towards him, Frankie flusters endearingly and clears his throat in an almost aggressive manner. ‘I mean - uh - nice hair, man. Good on you.’

The man ruffles his hair casually with a huge grin and moves up to the counter, holding out his hand. ‘Thanks man, that’s so nice of you to say. I’m Javi.’

You shake it with a smile. 'Hi, I'm Shiv. This is Frankie. It’s so nice to meet you, Javi. Here, have a seat and we'll get started.’

‘You run this place together?’ he asks conversationally as he settles into the styling station.

‘I own this place, Frankie stops by when he’s off his shifts.’

‘What do you do, Frankie?’ he asks.

‘I’m a pilot. I fly helicopters.’

Javi almost springs out of his chair excitement, swivelling around towards the counter. ‘Oh man, that’s so cool! You know what, this is fate - we’re actually looking for a pilot for my new movie. I’m in the area scouting for locations, actually. We should talk. Here, let me give you my card.’

Frankie rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. ‘Uh, sure. I’m sorry, I don’t have a fancy card or anything like that.’

‘Don’t worry, man, just give me a call later.’

‘Thanks Javi, I will.’

You smile to yourself - it’s not every day you see Frankie Morales making a new acquaintance, but you’re chomping at the bit to move on to what really matters. ‘Look, I’m sorry to cut the chatter short, but I gotta say - Javi, your hair.’

He winces self-consciously. ‘I know, I know - I haven’t had it cut in a while -’

You shake your head vehemently. ‘No, Javi, I just mean it’s gorgeous.’

He’s quick to blush, but he glows at your compliment. ‘Thank you. I try to take good care of it.’

‘Do you mind?’ you point at his head, asking for permission to dive in.

‘Oh yes please, of course,’ he replies without hesitation, obviously a people pleaser.

His curls are as soft as they look, but full-bodied, with real weight and substance as your fingers glide through them. You ruffle through the layers, enjoying the silky slide on your skin, all the while observing the cut and the shades of golden brown as you go.

You glance back at Frankie and tease, ‘I feel like I’m cheating on your hair with Javi’s.’

He shrugs. ‘I don’t blame you. I probably would do the same.’

‘Well? What’s the diagnosis?’ jokes Javi.

‘Best hair I’ve ever seen on a client. It's to die for,’ you pronounce.

Javi seems delighted, giving you a fist pump. ‘Yes. I think I like this salon.’

You chuckle. ‘So, how would you like it cut today?'

'What's your professional opinion?'

'I'd keep it long for sure if you don't mind doing a bit of styling in the morning. How do you feel about some highlights?'

'Like - frosted tips?' asks Javi dubiously.

You laugh. 'No! I’m thinking of very subtle highlights, just a bit of caramel to really bring out those gorgeous golden curls.'

‘I trust you,’ declares Javi with an easy grin. 'As Americans say, knock yourself out.’

Fuck Yeah 1.2k Sleepover

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[ventingfanfics]

OMG I LOVED YOUR PLAYER SHURI X READER FIC THANK YOU FOR WRITING IT!! would you make a part 2 please? maybe some fluff?? maybe the reader is shy cause she has never been in a relationship before ?

Thank you bby, love the request, hope you enjoy!

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First part

Don't Wanna be a Player No More Part 2

Shuri waited until you were out of ear shot and completely out of the cafe. She leaned forward, eyeing Riri who sat across from her. “Aye, whatever you have Y/N doing today, cancel it. I’m taking her somewhere.”

“Well, alright then, boss.” Riri and M’Baku exchanged playful intrigued expressions. 

“Missing work for a date? That’s new,” M’Baku said before dipping his carrot into the container of ranch. Riri gave a long high-pitch hum in agreement. 

Shuri waved a hand dismissively. “It won’t matter. Y/N is always ahead of the game.”

“That she is.” Riri was in the middle of chopping her steak. “Don’t be distracting my girl.”

“Your girl?” 

Riri addressed an amused M’Baku. “You see her? Getting territorial already. I said what I said.”

“Oh, please, Y/N has herself together,” Shuri said, albeit trying not to smile. This was a habit whenever you were mentioned. She wasn’t very good at hiding it. “When others are trying to court someone it’s respected and considered  romantic, but when I do it it’s a distraction. How is that fair?”

M’Baku shook his head, partly amazed. “Wow. When the player gets whipped—hey!” His gaze turned into a glare when Shuri snatched a carrot from his plate. 

As you returned to the cafe, you found Shuri and M’Baku getting into it while Riri was enjoying her lunch unbothered. You noticed she had changed her seat and you couldn’t blame her because you wouldn’t want commotion—whether it was playful or not—to surround you as you were eating.

“Put me down, old man!” Shuri said as M’Baku had her over his shoulder. 

“Why is she acting like she’s not Black Panther?” Riri asked herself. Your laughter pulled her attention and she smiled. “Hey Y/N, you’re back.” 

M’Baku put down Shuri and seated himself again. “Don’t mind us, Y/N.”

Shuri seemed a little embarrassed. She was blushing and barely looking at you, which was new because her eyes normally stayed on you. “How—how did your call with Nakia go?” 

“Good, she just wanted to touch base about the project. Oh, and she’s looking to send over another referral that she wants me to train.”

“Look at you!” Riri called proudly. 

You grinned. “Thanks, love.” 

Suddenly you felt yourself being pulled into Shuri’s arms as she hugged you close. “You’ve been beasting since you’ve been here. We’re lucky to have you.”

You could have melted in her embrace and her words were like a caress. “Awww, Shuri. Well, when you have a supportive team, it helps.”

Shuri laughed some, piquing your curiosity.  She moved some of hair from her eyes, your own gaze tracking the movement. “I just think it’s adorable how you can’t take compliments without giving them back.” 

You giggled lightly, understanding her observation. It was also appealing that she was paying attention to you even when you couldn’t see it. “I mean, if the shoe fits.”

“They’re cute,” Riri glanced at M’Baku with a pout.

“Agreed.”

“We would be cute together. Don’t you agree?” said Shuri, her smile widening as she noticed the warmth show in your features. She glanced at her kimoyo beads, checking them before she lightly touched your arm. “Lunch is technically over, but I want to show you something.” 

It was a no brainer to accept this invitation.

“Does Riri know?” You looked at the genius. 

Shuri chuckled. “Yes, she does. I spoke with her.”

You smiled. “Okay. Lead the way, my queen.”

~

Garden paradise seemed to accurately describe the location you now inhabited. The skies were a beautiful purple mixed with blues and surrounded by ethereal greenery. It looked too good to be real, like these kinds of things only existed in paintings.

“Wow. This is otherworldly….” You spoke your mind. 

Shuri smiled. “Yeah, a part from its beauty, it’s a good place to come and re-ground myself.”

You stared at her, taking in this information. Your thought drifting towards Wakanda’s very own, the late T’Challa. Like many, you had mourned his passing, but you couldn’t begin to imagine how it had impacted—and still impacted his loved ones. And then on top of it, Queen Ramonda had transitioned.

“By the way, I’m so sorry…for your losses…” You said carefully. Until now you hadn’t been able to give your condolences directly. It felt like you’d be remiss to not do so when you had the chance. 

Her smile was small and she inhaled and exhaled. “I appreciate it, Y/N.”

You waited to see if she’d add anything more. Either way, you already planned to tell her your next statement. “If you ever want to talk, vent, or anything, I’m here.” 

She had an unreadable expression on her face now but the warmth in her eyes was unmissable. Truthfully, she sensed this about you. You seemed like the type she could come to about anything. Thinking this made her smile to herself.  “I do want to talk, while you’re here. Tell me about your family.”  She tapped your hip and started walking. 

You spent three hours just talking, further getting to know each other. Shuri even told you about the heart-shaped herb. 

~~

The next morning before you left for work, you received a delivery. Whatever it was must have been clothing because of how it was secured in thick coverage. You attempted to take it but was unprepared for its weight. 

“No worries, miss, we are bringing it in,” The delivery man said with a kind smile. His co-worker brought in the rolling hanger and then the outfit was hung up on it. 

“Who is this from?” You asked.

“The Queen.”

You wished each other a good rest of the day and then you unveiled the unexpected gift. Your lips fell ajar at what was revealed to you. A gorgeous evening gown. There was a note attached. 

Neatly written it read:

Entle Y/N,

I hope you will join me for one of my network’s business launch. 

Yours,

Shuri 

P.S: Use the card.

Card? What card? Upon looking around you noticed it on the bottom of the clothing rack. Your eyes enlarged at the very generous amount (imagine.)

Realizing you were going to be late for work, you hurried out the door, giving Shuri a call.

“Shuri!” You said when she answered.

“Yes, my love!” She matched your tone. 

“You sent me that dress and gift card?”

“I sure did. How’d I do?”

“The dress…Bast, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen! I’ve never owned anything like it before.”

“Well, it is yours to keep. Especially made for you.”

“So you did design this?”

She hummed in the affirmative. “Now, I didn’t know what kind of jewelry you prefer, so I’m leaving that up to you.”

“Shuri, this is so kind. I will be sure to repay—“

“I’m sorry, what? The line’s breaking up…”

“Ha-ha, very funny. Doesn’t matter what you say, I am repaying you.”

“Nonsense. I’ll see you later, okay?”

“But Shuri—“

“But, nothing. Seeing you wear it is payment enough."

~

Your shopping experience was going well what with excellent customer service, but like some things in life, it took a turn. As your time lengthened at the stores, you noticed some females staring at you. Some wore blank or curious expressions while others seemed hostile. You could only guess that it was related to Shuri. 

People were beginning to talk, noticing that the Queen held you in high regard. Naturally, this would come with some tension. You’d seen as much from the times you’d gone to the club with Shuri and how some of the women had reacted to you. 

As long as they didn’t try you, all would be okay. 

You went to another merchant and cleared your head, taking an interest in some of the pieces. They had an even better selection. But this time, you decided to find something for Shuri. You took comfort in that, wanting to do something nice for her. But then you got distracted by a not so-whispered conversation. 

“Is that her?”

“Yeah, that’s her…”

“She’s cute…”

“Yeah, she alright.”

Then there was a male voice, “She’s pretty. Just gives off innocence.”

“That’s what I’m saying! The queen needs someone who can handle her.”

The earrings you’d been looking at fell to the floor. The merchant went to pick it up as you had turned around to look a small group of friends who already had their eyes glue to you.

You raised an eyebrow at the two girls and one guy. “Can I help you?”

One of the girls was visibly amused.  “Are you dating the Queen?”

“Who wants to know?”

“So, that’s a yes.”

“Can you call her?” The guy asked with a dopey smile. 

“Maybe if you show some respect, I will.” You held eye contact just a little longer before facing forward again. 

“Here you go miss, I gave you new pair,” said the merchant. 

~

For the first time, you weren’t jazzed up to see Shuri. Even when you’d been avoiding her those weeks, you’d still liked being able to see and hear her. However, solitude was what you were seeking at this time.

But you wouldn’t turn her away, especially not after the gift she’d given you. 

“My favorite girl.” Her face was brightened when she saw you. You almost felt better from her greeting and hug.

You offered her the dinner you’d made, which she gladly accepted. You smiled softly, watching her eat in your kitchen nook. If she hated your cooking, she was a good actress because she was chowing down merrily.

“Are you just gonna stare at me or talk to me?” She teased. 

Your shoulders shook in humor. “I’m in a staring mood right now.” 

“I see.” She wiped her mouth with the cloth you’d provided her. “Speaking of staring, have you tried on the dress yet?” You could see the excitement in her eyes.

“No, but even if I had, something tells me you would want me to do it again.”

You could tell she was a little taken aback but she chuckled. “That is right.” She licked her lips. “Did you get the jewelry?”

Your smile faded and you quietly nodded. 

She tilted her head a bit, eyeing you curiously. “Okay. How did that go?”

You furrowed your eyebrows wondering if she knew. It wouldn’t surprise you. 

“I did get the jewelry, which, by the way, thank you.”

Now, Shuri definitely knew something was off. It was all in your body language and tone. She caged you in by where you leaned against the counter. You looked into her gentle yet probing eyes. 

“Usana…” She frowned in concern.

You sighed softly and traced her hand tat. “It was good, until some people started noticing me. I guess some people know we’re seeing each other.” You intertwined your hands with hers, hoping to calm her as you felt the stirrings of a storm.

“How foolish of me, I should have protection for you. Don’t worry, next time and every time after that, you will. Did someone bother you?” 

“No,” You shook your head, immediately wanting to dispel such a notion. Shuri’s eyes were becoming wild now. “Nope, nothing of the sort. Just some cattiness.”

“Cattiness?”

You smiled lightly. “Yeah, you know. It’s to be expected.” She waited for you to expound. “Just some immature comments about whether or not I’m cute and me not being able to handle you.” You chewed on your inner cheek, hating that your tone was becoming watery. 

Shuri released your hands, backing up. “What? Where was this?”

“One of the stores—“

“Which store?”

“I don’t even remember, but the store is not the issue, it was the patrons.” You chuckled. “And get this, this is the funny part. One of them had the nerve to ask if I could call you.”

Shuri rolled her eyes. “Believe me, if I spoke to them, I wouldn’t be kind.”

“It’s fine, though. No one tried to hurt me.”

“Doesn’t matter. You did not deserve any of that.” She sighed, pulling at her short curls a little. “I knew something was wrong.”

You looked at her inquisitively. “Hm?” 

“I just felt something wasn’t right, but I dismissed it.” She tensed her jaw, visibly going through a self-loathing. “This will NOT happen again. I can assure you.” 

You wrapped your arms around her waist, swaying her. “Like I said, I know there’s gonna be haters…I just hope you don’t feel the way they do.” You could feel Shuri releasing you again, a frown etched on her features. “Sssh, let me finish. They mentioned that I seem innocent and that you need someone who can handle—“

“That is the dumbest shit I’ve heard.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “But, what if they are right? I don’t have a lot of experience in certain departments…maybe you would rather someone who knows what to do—“

“Y/N!” she interjected firmly. “Stop the madness. I don’t care if you’ve never been kissed, everything we do together is a first for the both of us—it doesn’t matter who or what was before. This is about the memories we create together. Do you hear me?”

Between her words, conviction, passion, and frustration on your behalf, your heart fluttered and so did your sex. “You’re right.”

“People will talk reckless when they are jealous. Fuck them.”

There were a few times you would have liked to have kissed Shuri. Right now, that desire was at an all-time high.

“I’m gonna try on the dress,” You said, tearing your eyes away from her mouth. “And you can help me choose the jewelry. I also got some stuff for you.” 

You turned to leave the kitchen first but were smoothly stopped. Pulling you to her and holding your lower back, Shuri planted a kiss on you that was full of life and love. 

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Soft and Sensual (NSFW 18+)

AN: for my honey @exoticr0ses hope you like it my bby! Smut has never been my strong point, but since you asked me I wanted to try for you. 

Now who wouldn't want to have morning sex with Urby? Those lipsssss 😏😉

Synopsis: Urban shows you just how much he missed you while he was away

Pairing: Urban Wyatt x Reader

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Sunlight began to peak through the floor length windows in your high rise apartment bringing you out of a peaceful slumber.

The mix of pink, yellow, and orange across the sky gave you a sense of calm as you cuddled closer to your boyfriend.

Both of you hated waking up early and would avoid it at all costs. However, if it was absolutely necessary, the both of you would bite the bullet and get the day started.

The mentality was the sooner you get up out of the bed, the sooner you could get back in it.

As you had cuddled closer to Urban, he wrapped his arm around you and groaned.

“Baby, stop moving.”

“Sorry. Just wanted to be closer to you.”

“That isn’t even possible. Your face is literally in my armpit. How much closer did you want to get?”

“And? It’s my comfort spot.”

“What time is it?”

“Hmm, 5:45.” You responded while glancing at the clock that was on the nightstand behind him. 

“Immediately, no.”

Urban had just gotten back from New Zealand with Jack so his circadian rhythm was completely off and the jet lag had been kicking his ass.

“Let me sleep at least for another four hours, baby. Then we can do whatever you want.”

“No.”

“What do you mean, no? I can barely keep my eyes open.”

“We’re both up now, so...”

“Sooo, what?”

“Don’t make me say it.” You turned a light shade of red before shying away into your comfort spot.

“You want something, mamas?”

“Yes”

“Then you need to use that pretty mouth and ask me.”

“You already know what I want, so why do I have to say it?”

“Because I like hearing it.” Urban whispered into your ear and you immediately felt the river that was beginning to make itself known between your legs. 

“Hmm.”

A few minutes had passed before you said anything else, so Urban took that as his cue.

“You must not want me that bad, then. So, I’m taking my ass back to sleep.”

“Wait, Urby!”

“Yes?”

“Umm....”

“What do you need me to do, baby? Use.your.words.”

“I want you to show me how much you missed me.”

“Hmm, I think I can do that. Now how did you want me to show you?”

“Because I can do this.” 

Urban’s left hand slipped within your black thong that was now soaked and started to rub small circles on your clit which made you shudder but embraced because of the warm sensation.

“I could use my fingers... or my mouth.”

Then without warning, he removed his hand and you were already longing for his touch and for him to stop teasing you.

“Or, I can do this.”

He then slipped your t-shirt (which was actually his) over your head to see that you were in fact not wearing a bra and immediately attached his mouth to your left nipple while caressing the right one in between his thumb and pointer finger.

“Ohh, fuck.”

He detached from you with a pop before giving the same attention to the right one and smirking up at you.

“Is that want you want me to do? Because you still haven’t flat out said it.”

“Yes, now hurry up!”

“Hmm, got my baby hot and bothered now, don’t we?”

Without warning you grabbed Urban’s dick through his boxers and his breath immediately hitched.

“Looks like I’m not the only one hot and bothered, Mr. Wyatt.”

Urban closed his eyes and threw his head back as you palmed him through the thin material.

“You are wearing too many clothes, take them off.”

“Damn, demanding this morning, aren’t we?”

Urban followed your directions and your mouth watered at the site of seeing him fully erect. 

This was your reaction every single time and no matter how often you had sex with your boyfriend, it was a sight that you never got tired of.

“I haven’t seen you in almost a month. I can be demanding as I want.”

“Hmm, I guess you can. But, are you going to protest if I want to put my mouth on you first?”

“Definitely not.”

“Didn't think so.”

Urban then slid down your black thong that was soaked even more in your juices than it had been before and you were growing impatient.

And he could always tell when you did.

He took his slow sweet time spreading your legs and getting into a comfortable position before taking one long lick without breaking eye contact with you and your instant reaction was to buck your hips forward.

“Damn, mamas. Did you miss me that bad?”

“Urb, I swear if you don’t stop teasing me...”

“Then what?”

“I’ll use my vibrator.”

Urban rolled his eyes before continuing the task at hand.

“So, your vibrator will be able to make you cum at least seven times in thirty minutes like I can?”

“No, but...”

You were cut off by Urban lapping at your folds and immediately went to grab his long curly  hair. The pace at which he was going had you breathless and it was almost as if you couldn’t come up for air. After awhile, you began squirming, but Urban wasn’t having any of that.

“Ohh, shiittttt.....”

“Stop running away from me. You begged me for it so take it. And besides, I know you’re close.”

Well, he wasn’t lying.

“Fuckkk, I’m about to...”

You couldn't even finish your sentence as you came into Urban's mouth and he kept his mouth on you as you rode out your high not wasting a single drop.

After you recovered, you made a motion to sit up in order to return the favor, but was immediately pushed back down.

“Nuh, uh. You wanted me to show you how much I missed you, remember?”

You made a mental note to get him back for it later when he least expected it.

Urban then inserted one finger into you in an attempt to get your body ready to take him. Despite the two of you being together for a few years, your body has never gotten used to his size. He then inserted two more and was moving them slowly in and out of you before removing them and placing them in his mouth to suck on.

“My baby always tastes so good. You ready for me?”

You simply nodded and when Urban didn’t get a verbal answer he simply stared at you.

You could never get enough of those blue eyes.

“What?”

“What did I tell you about using your words?”

“I’m ready.”

Hearing those words was all it took for him to slowly slide into you making you both moan loudly at the sensation. 

“Ohh, shit. You feel amazing.”

The two of you got into a comfortable rhythm as Urban fell forward to place his face in your neck.

He gripped your hips tighter, but still kept his movements slow and sensual in order to make it last as long as possible.

"You're taking me so well, baby girl."

For him to be as exhausted as he said he was, he sure didn't show it.

You then hooked your leg around him so that he would be able to go even deeper than he already was.

His motions soon began to get sloppy and you could tell he was close.

"Babeee...."

"You close, aren't you baby girl?"

"Yesss so so close."

Urban then reached down to massage your clit and that immediately sent you over the edge with him following right behind you.

As your legs were still shaking, Urban was peppering kisses all along your body.

He started with your thighs and continued to move upward until he reached your lips lingering there for a few seconds.

"You look so beautiful when I make you cum. It's a sight that I don't think I'll ever get tired of."

"I swear that you're too good to me. I'm so lucky."

"I'm definitely the lucky one."

He then slid out of you before rolling to his side of the bed and kissing you once more.

“You can go back to sleep now.” You laughed as Urban decided to lay on your chest and get comfortable. 

“Yeah, so I can give your ass round two when I wake back up.”

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(way too many) thoughts on the ahsoka show

It was fine? I was really afraid there would be something I hated. And there was nothing I hated. Sad but true that that’s the bar for new SW material atm.

I really liked ep5; ep5 will probably get a rewatch. I liked the casting. The visuals were pretty cool. Huyang was a treasure.

So we’re really going with “the Force is in everyone so everyone can use the Force if you just try hard enough”? I… kind of hate that. That somehow feels ableist of me to say. But this is a heckin fantasy universe I feel like some people Really Are That Special, y’know?

Exception that proves the rule: A Force-less Sabine is still VERY SPECIAL. In Rebels, she can hold her own in a fight just as much as Kanan or Ezra. She’s extremely competent without the Force. She’s somehow less competent in this show

She really is just the worst here in ways that I do not remember her being in Rebels. I guess arguably Ezra was the one with Terminal Protagonist Syndrome in that show? And she caught it from him before he left?

I feel like what this season WANTED to be about – and honestly it’s the lowest hanging fruit possible for a show titled “Ahsoka” – is the tension between Ahsoka’s past / her relationship with her master and her future / her relationship with her apprentice. But I don’t think they actually hit a balance there, because they just did not make her relationship with her apprentice very compelling. Three reasons for this:

1. My bias. There are very few things that start with “Ahsoka &” that would get my attention more than “Ahsoka & Anakin.” Feel like I’m not alone on that one tho

2. Established canon. It’s already an uphill battle because Ahsoka and Sabine don’t have much of a relationship in Rebels. I’m honestly not sure they ever have a conversation. I remember Sabine being like “wow she’s cool much cooler than my idiot adopted brother”, and maybe that would be a place for a mentor figure relationship to start, if Sabine weren’t already DROWNING in mentor figures. It’s not that they have nothing in common, they are just straight up not a focal point of Rebels S2.

Hey you know who canonically has latent Force abilities? And maybe needs some training? And whom Ahsoka would have a Complicated feeling about without even needing a prior established relationship? Someone with mutually incompatible daddy issues? Someone deep enough in the cultural zeitgeist she literally would need no introduction?

Yes I KNOW it’s never gonna be canon and I should just go back to AO3 but it’s RIGHT THERE HRRRRRGGGGHHHHH

3. But a lot of the issues with Ahsoka & Sabine as a focal point are of the showmakers’ own creation. You’re telling me they have a relationship now? Fine, CONVINCE me of that:

First they shoot themselves in the foot by not giving us any information about how Sabine became Ahsoka’s apprentice originally. Why did Sabine want to become a Jedi when she didn’t want that in Rebels? DID she want to become a Jedi? What did she want to learn from Ahsoka? Why did Ahsoka decide to take an apprentice at that time and not any time before or after? How did she feel about it? And why pick Sabine, who is, and this is true, Not Very Good at the Force? Who approached whom, or did they run into each other accidentally? I suppose answering some of these questions might require answering “where was Ahsoka between 3 BBY and 4 ABY?” and they aren’t ready to do that yet, but guys. GUYS. If you’re trying to tell me how Ahsoka and Sabine fix their relationship, you gotta tell me why I care first.

I know I'm harping but I really cannot emphasize enough that "fuck it I'm gonna go round two on Found Family" is an arc-defining character beat for both Ahsoka AND Sabine and the fact that the audience doesn't get to see it really makes me question whether the powers that be themselves know what it looks like

Then we get vanishingly little information about why they broke up, and all of it is provided by Huyang. And what I’m picking up from what we have is “Sabine got too Revenge Quest-y, and Ahsoka got nervous.” I don’t even know where to begin here – maybe with the fact that if Sabine decided to go on a murder rampage, she wouldn’t need the Force, lol. We know Sabine’s family died, she wanted to go to Mandalore, and Ahsoka didn’t want her to. So… did Sabine go? How did she end up back on Lothal? Who left who? Was Ahsoka worried for Sabine’s safety, or that she was getting too Dark Side-y, or both? What juicy terrible intergenerational-trauma-driven things did they say to each other when they broke up? I want to compare and contrast this with Ahsoka leaving Anakin, but I do not have the information to do so because there are zero details and the info we DO have is from ANOTHER CHARACTER. Again, if this season is about this relationship, TELL ME WHY I CARE.

To me this is the same cardinal sin as Picard S1 – implying that some really interesting stuff happened when the audience wasn’t watching, and that it explains why the characters are behaving the way they are, and then… not disclosing that information. EXCEPT PICARD GAVE US MORE THAN THIS fjdghjfghjkhkd

I was not on Tumblr when I was watching Picard S1. Probably for the best.

But okay, they have a history, the show is gonna be about them, sure let’s move on. AND THEN THEY SPEND LIKE HALF THE EPISODES NOT EVEN IN THE SAME GALAXY. The time they do spend in the same room is 75% generic sniping. As someone who came into this way more invested in the Ahsoka & Anakin relationship, ep5 was very much NOW BACK TO THE GOOD PART

And the couple of beats they do have together have me going HUH? After ep2 I spent most of a day debating myself on whether there’s a missing scene, between Sabine getting stabbed and waking up in the hospital, where we see Ahsoka actually REACT. On one hand, Ahsoka would be upset, maybe we as the audience can fill in the gaps and we don’t need to spend time on it. On the other hand, maybe we do, tho? At the time I was thinking about how we haven’t seen Ahsoka truly emotionally vulnerable since TCW with the exception of “Shroud of Darkness” and maybe “Twilight of the Apprentice.” She has a very normal range of emotions, and she expresses them in very controlled ways, and I just wanna see what she looks like when that breaks down, ya know? What’s weird to me is that in ep4 when Ahsoka thinks Sabine is dead we do get this beat; she gets Real Mad there for a second. So maybe what we’re learning is it was a double beat and they should have cut the stabbing thing entirely I mean come on they had to have known they were gonna catch flack for that. Then again, having that moment shows the audience that Ahsoka does give a shit, more than she wants to admit and more than she typically shows Sabine, which is a fun compare/contrast with Anakin, and it might have given me a better understanding of the relationship if it had come earlier.

The other big beat is Sabine deciding to help the baddies. That is just such a devastatingly terrible decision. So bad, in fact, that I feel like we’re supposed to be drawing parallels to Anakin. Their whole “screw over the galaxy to save one person” thing. Except 1) Sabine is not Anakin and 2) in order for that to be interesting, Ahsoka needs more information than I think she has. She knows Padme died around the same time Anakin totally lost his shit, and that’s about it. Which is actually a fun little thought experiment: what assumptions does Ahsoka make about the causality there? The only people who could have given her more intel are Palpatine, Obi-Wan, and Vader – unlikely. So IF the show is about the lines between Anakin and Ahsoka and Sabine, Sabine’s choice here could be central to that, and crucially to Ahsoka’s understanding of that, except it’s just for the audience I guess?

I do really like that Ahsoka’s extremely chill about what Sabine did, though. Ahsoka “Eh Shit Happens” Tano. Somehow her lesson from all this is “masters support their apprentices literally no matter what. Citation: Mine did.” That’s an unhinged take and I expect nothing less from my blorbo.

WHICH IS WHY WE SHOULD HAVE AT LEAST GOTTEN A FLASHBACK TO THE SITUATION IN WHICH AHSOKA DIDN’T SUPPORT SABINE HRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH

I realize that I’m really tearing into this thing pretty much just for not being something it isn’t. Like, it’s not BAD. But maybe its weaknesses stem from not committing to being about any one thing. It’s kind of about intergenerational trauma, it’s kind of a Rebels Part Two, it’s kind of a Filoniverse installment, it’s kind of a worldbuilding exercise. And that’s not necessarily too much material for an 8-hour show. It’s more like the powers that be DECIDED that was too much material.

TLDR, footage of me after pretty much everything star wars that’s come out since the Disney acquisition:

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[harlowsbby]

ok so🤗 can you write something where y/n doesn’t talk about her day and stuff she does much and it’s the early times of their relationship. like she goes out but she feels like jack might don’t want to listen about it so she doesn’t mention it and she won’t text/call him daily and he wants that(we all know he wants that) and one night yn goes out w her friends but jack doesn’t know it and he happens to be in the same place and jack gets angry about this whole situation and they argue🤪 i remember sending this the day you asked for angst ideas or you’ve asked if we want angst? anyways this was it so.. yeah. love u again bby💖

Sorry Enough

Growing up you weren’t really an affectionate child you usually did everything yourself and worried about yourself even though that sounded very harsh it was just how you grew up. When you got into your relationship with Jack you told him about how your parents never really showed you that much affection as a child and he understood but he didn’t think it would be this much of a challenge.

Anytime Jack was out and away from you he was calling and texting you back to back just so you knew that he loved you and was thinking about you but whenever you were out he got no messages or calls and that’s all he wanted he wanted to know that you missed him like he missed you.

You were currently out with your friends shopping around to get an outfit for tonight you guys were going to this new album that just opened up in Atlanta and you were indeed of a new dress and heels.

“So how are you and Jack? I feel like you barley even talk about him.” Your friend Lola ask as the two of you walked around the store together trying to pick an outfit. You shrugged your shoulders and sighed.

“Honestly everything is wonderful between us it’s just I feel like he doesn’t think I love him as much because I guess I don’t show it enough I don’t know Lola.” Lola’s been your friend since diapers so she knows how Jack feels she’s told you multiple times how she wishes you’d text her more or call her more or even hug her more but you just simply can’t not because you don’t want to but because it just didn’t feel comfortable to you.

“Y/N I don’t even wanna say anything because you know what I’m gonna say.. all he wants is love and Jack is an amazing boyfriend to you he does so much for you and he’s respectful of your wishes and is taking his time with you but you can’t expect for him to wait around for long babe.” Lola’s words stuck in your head all day long maybe she was right maybe if you didn’t start doing the normal things that girlfriends were suppose to do in relationships that Jack might leave you.

“Man you stay on that damn phone just scrolling through old messages with Y/N half the damn messages is you talking to yourself.” Druski laughed as Jack rolled his eyes at him and flipped him off.

Druski, Urban and Jack were all getting ready to go to the new club that opened up in Atlanta as well but the only thing was that Jack didn’t know you were attending.

“Yeah Jack I don’t even know why you bother with Y/N when you can have any girl in the entire world instead you settle for a girl with loving issues..” Urban and Druski busted out into a fit of laughter while Jack glared at them through the window.

“She just isn’t use to affection I guess it does suck at times when she’s out I just want her to text me to tell me she misses me or she’s thinking about me especially when I’m on the road she doesn’t really check up on me.. even though we’ve been dating for a couple of month I just feel like I’m the only one trying.” Jack can’t even count how many times he checked his phone today just to see if you texted him but everytime he looked he got nothing.

“Well we ain’t thinking about no girls tonight because we’re going to this new club in Atlanta we’re you’re performing at and there’s gonna be nothing but girls for us so come on no sad shit.” Druski encouraged Jack and he smiled slightly agreeing and shaking Druski up before they all left to the club.

“I’m so excited about tonight we’re totally gonna need to call an Uber to get home tonight because I’m getting fucked up.” Lola laughed while you shook your head smiling before going inside the club, the two of you stood in awe at how beautiful it looked if it was one thing Atlanta was good at it was decorating the fuck out of a club.

“Let’s go get some drinks or something I heard some rapper is going on in a few minutes after we get some drinks we’ll go towards the stage.” Lola dragged you along to go get some drinks while Jack got ready backstage he was wearing his black cargo pants with a black leather long sleeve and his black and white new balances.

“What are you opening up with? I feel like you should do movie star.” Neelam told Jack as she looked over the short set list he nodded agreeing with her before checking his phone and this time he actually had a message from you.

My girl 💕

- Sorry I haven’t messaged you all day I’ve just been with Lola.

He was smiling like a fool I mean it wasn’t what he exactly wanted but it was something at least he knew you were safe so that’s all that mattered in his eyes.

“Jack come on you’re about to be on let’s go.” Drama yelled, Jack quickly texted back a response before placing his phone down and following Neelam to the stage.

“Alright alright Atlantaaaaa how are you guys doing tonight?” The dj yelled and everyone yelled back that they were good in return.

“Alright well I hope you guys are all ready to get even more turnt because we got one of the hottest rappers coming out.. give it up for Jack Harlowww!!!!” The Dj yelled while everyone cheered and tried to make their way to the stage Lola and You gave each other wide eyes.

“Does he know you’re here? I thought you told him you were coming here.”

“I mean I told him I was out with you all day but that was really honestly it.” You cried out while Lola shook her head and turned her direction back onto the stage where Jack was at.

“Honestly Y/N I can’t with you sometimes come on let’s get out of here.”

She took your hand and led you through the crowd Jack and smiling and vibing with the crowd who was loving him but he paused one he saw a similar back tattoo. Urban noticed something was off Jack nodded his head towards your form and Urban went to follow you and see who you were his eyes widened seeing it was you, he quickly turned back towards Jack and mouthed your name and Jack swore he never felt his heart break that hard, so you can go out all day long without barley a single text to him all he got was that you were out with Lola.

After Jack had finished performing he quickly dashed in the back to where he knew you would be probably waiting for a Uber since you hated driving through the city at night.

“Do you think he saw me Lola? I really hope he didn’t I just knew something was telling me to stay home but I didn’t listen.” You cried out and sunk down against the wall.

“Honestly babe maybe being in a relationship just isn’t for you I feel like you need to work on this whole lack of affection situation our first before loving someone.” She rubbed your shoulder to try and calm you down but your night was about to get even worse.

“I think I agree with you Lola I don’t think she should be with anybody.” Came a strong and thick and familiar Kentucky accent from behind the two of you, looking back you were face to face with a red faced Jack and a guilty looking Urban and Druski.

“Jack please don’t be mad at me I’m sorry.” You tried to beg out but he wasn’t having it.

“I’m not mad Y/N I’m just.. I’m disappointed you know I’ve been letting this whole shit slide for some time now but I’m done letting this shit slide I love you Y/N don’t get me wrong I do but you can go out all day with damn Lola but can’t even bother to tell me where you’re at do you not understand how fucking worried I get?!!” He spat at you making you whimper and hold on Lola’s hand.

“I’m sorry Jack and I’m gonna work on it I am.” You whimpered out but he shook his head tears starting to form in his eyes.

“I think it’s for the best that we breakup Y/N I feel like you just might deserve someone better someone who will have all the time in the world for you but as for me I no longer don’t… I’ll catch you around yeah.” Jack smiled sadly at you before turning back around and leaving you and Lola standing there in the crisp Atlanta air.

“I think I just lost the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” You whispered as you watched Jack’s figure disappear into the darkness.

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[haiyuta]

producer!jisung x reader

summary: You want to know where you and Jisung stand which leads to smutty goodness | 2k+ | genre: humping, making out, bj, jealously, changbin kinda is into reader

a/n: I haven’t written a fic in 2 years so please enjoy my entrance back into the world of fiction. (why is this 2k I think I hate myself this was suppose to be 1k)

Buzz Buzz

Taking your eyes off your Netflix show you glanced at your phone. A soft smile lifted to your lips reading who it was.

"bbyyyyyy can you come over tonight" - Jisungie

Your fingers quickly responded, "What's the magic word?"

You waited a few moments for his answer patiently.

"Please come over..." - Jisungie

Smirking at the text you rolled your eyes "The other magic word silly :p"

Getting up you went to your closet to fish out a cute outfit. Deciding on something more causal for the night. A skirt for 'easy access’ and a crop top to finish it off.

Glancing at your phone you observed his reply.

"Yes, darling you may get that bag you want you fucking brat" - Jisungie

You giggled at the reply.

"A brat you can't stop loving" your fingers furiously typed back your heart throbbing at the word 'loving'. This wasn't a conventional relationship per say this was at first a very transactional one.

See you met Han Jisung at a night club. And no you weren't one of the pretty girls lines up along the booths and dance floor. You were a 'bottle girl' a glorified waitress that wore revealing clothing getting the crowd hyped up as you give them bottles after bottles of liquor.

You didn't immediately notice Jisung he was a face in a sea of customers. He was handsome of course and him and his friends had good manners. You remembered his one friend with dark brown hair did grab your wrist giving you a wink. At the time you didn't know that was Changbin one of Jisung close friends and rival producer.

By the end of the night as the club winded down a small grin passed your lips as the end of the night rung around and the big spending of the night Han Jisung tipped you. A pretty tip at that. With his number attached.

‘Call me y/n.’ He wrote on the back of the receipt.

It was a couple of days before you called him debating whether it was a good idea or not.

One thing led to another and you we're in this weird dynamic with Jisung you weren't his girlfriend but you defiantly weren't a 'sugar baby' of his.

Your eyes closed remembering a few months ago when this 'Relationship thing' really turned up. At his modest apartment popping an expensive bottle of champagne watching some comedy movie on tv. Turning your head you observed his face and his almond eyes bent in a laugh at the movie, his bow lips upturned and arm wrapped behind the couch.

Fitting the courage you leaned up grabbing his cheek leading his head toward yours. His laugh soften his eyes serious with want as he mirrored your hand as you two kissed.

Your stomach stirred at the memory. Oh fuck. You're mind thought it was suppose to get like this. He was your customer he gave you money for your time it was transitional right? The longer you knew him and became closer, You learned he was a producer and he was good at it. So good if you turned on the radio you'll most likely hear a song or two he helped create.

Buzz Buzz

"you arent wrong, I'm at the studio" he his text popped up.

"Get here safe bby"

His caring text almost made you melt in your spot. Sighing you closed your eyes trying to correct your stupid emotions. Grinning you grabbed your purse a cab already waiting outside your apartment.

The drive was quick as it was almost 10 at night not many cars out tonight. Arriving to the studio building it was a sleek and new tucked away with the hustle and bustle of restaurants and shops.

Smiling you practically skipped through the building already knowing his studio by heart. "Y/n slow down," a deep voice called out.

Looking around you find the familiar voice "Changbinnnn" you drew out his name observing him leaning on the door of his studio.

He rolled his eyes "seeing Jisung again" he spoke quietly. Changbin you met at said club months ago. He was an amazing producer and rapper like Jisung. Both being great did cause some friendly rivialry between the two.

You loved to tease Changbin it was your favorite pastime when Jisung was busy. "Aw are you jealous," you teased smiling at him.

His ears turned red and he looked slightly taken back by your comment but before he could answer his phone went off. He clumsily grabbed it and answered it giving you a half embarrassed and annoyed look he threw you. He mouthed a quick 'I gotta take this' before going back into his studio.

Ah how you loved teasing Changbin.

Peeking into the studio the computer lit up the small room and sitting in a large chair was Jisung.

Slowly creeping in the room, you observed Jisung on his phone oblivious to the outside world. Sneaking up behind him.

"Suprise attack" you giggled out your arms encircling his neck wrapping as you laid your head across your arm staring at him. Jisung was startled at the attack and did almost a little jump at the attack.

"Every time" he huffed shaking his head.

You giggled kissing his cheek "next time you'll have to watch the door" you smiled softly taking a seat on the small sofa that lined the wall.

"Oh I ran into Changbin at the studio you both are here so late," you yawned realizing it was getting closer to midnight.

Jisung nodded "we both have similar deadlines, so it makes sense," he replied. Getting up he slide on the sofa next to you.

"Me he was happy to see me kind of annoyed that I was coming to see you so late." You hummed back feeling his fingers reach the back of your neck drawing circles.  

Jisung poked up an eyebrow "He's just jealous I have a pretty girl giving me company," he huffed out showing a handsome grin towards you.

"A pretty girl that isn't your girlfriend yet," you bite back. You know inside you shouldn't bait Jisung but you and him talked about it almost every month and you were getting sick of the topic being blown over.

Jisung blinked at you his fingers stopping from rubbing your neck "I don't think we need to be official to be together," he added.

The feeling of sadness filled you your heart dropping at the words. "Well, that's fine maybe Changbin would want to be my boyfriend." You knew what you were doing by saying this.  Getting up wanting to leave. Jisung not wanting to become official felt like rejection. Like he didn't even want you.

"Don't be a brat," he growled out grabbing your hand before you could reach the door.

"Don't be a brat," you repeated back at him in a childish tone. Smirking you like riling him up.

He let out a small 'tsk' at you pulling you closer to him. Your body was flushed against his while your eyes set to a glare.

Before you knew it Jisung claimed a kiss from your lips. Fuck him he kisses so good you thought melting into the kiss. Tilting your head, you kissed him back. The kisses were hot and heavy his tongue invaded yours making you taste him. You noted he tasted especially sweet tonight like a candy. Addicting.

You felt Jisung shift his body onto the sofa pulling you toward him placing you in his lap. His kisses became more lusted filled.

Before long he pulled his lips away from you, opening your eyes you stared into Jisung wild wanting eyes. "You think you can make me jealous," he hissed out. Fuck he’s so hot, from his wild hair to his red lips to his lean body.

"I know I can," you hummed back feel an already growing bulge in his joggers your fingertips lightly touched him through his joggers.

He chuckled and eyed you "yeah you think that don't you," he grinned back grabbing your hand from his joggers pulling it away.

He pulled you close his clothed hips coming in contact with your open hips. A small 'fuck' slipped out your mouth as you came in contact with him. "Grind for me brat," he hissed out his hands finding the way to your ass holding you closer to him.

You moved your hips slowly wanting to feel the friction of the fabric against your panties. His mouth found its way to your neck giving lovely light kisses down your neck.

Without a thought you leaned over into his ear lightly biting him "Jisung can I," you hummed feeling your fingers linger to the waistband of his pants slowly wanting to touch him, feel him, taste him.

His lips left your neck "You don't need to ask," he hummed. Leaning down your knees hit the studio carpet. He shimmed his pants down to his hips leaving his boxers. He fished out his cock making you lick your lips wanting to lick the droplets of precum.

Leaning closer you gently jerked his cock the want to taste it was to much you eyed Jisung his eyes glued to you. His hand guided it way through your hair guiding you to his cock.

You took it eagerly pleasing him. You bobbed your head gently trying not to choke the best you could. Blowing him you gently jerked his base as you lightly sucked and praised his cock.

"Y/n," He whimpered out as you reach his sensitive pulsing red head. His cheeks were flushed his hair slightly dishevel. His whispers of praise built up more lust and pride into you.

"Ah fuck," his hips pushed a little further down your throat then you would've liked.

You grinned coughing a bit Jisung pulled you up once again. Sucking his cock was good but you would rather him finish inside of you.

You gently pushed your panties from around your thighs to the floor. Sitting on his lap you glanced at him shyly taking off your shirt revealing a lacy bra.

"You were prepared," he smirked eyeing your matching bra and panty set.

"Of course," you hummed back.

He gently kissed you as you leaned back into his dick. You went slowly as you slowly went down onto him.

You kissed him harder trying to forget the pain. "Ah," you let out a low moan in pain and pleasure. The way you stretched around him was so filling through you were addicted.

Jisung helped your hips slide up and down in a rhythmic slow motion. You stared at him through hazy eyes your pussy getting slick with want as he hit deeper inside of you.

Your hands clasped around the back of his neck as you guided your body up and down against him. "Y/n grind on me," he hummed out.

You pressed deeper your hips against his as you ground your pussy against him shivers of pleasure filled you. You moaned in pleasure at the feeling of him so deep inside of you.

"Fuck Y/n." He hummed his one hand going to your clit as he pressed into it going in slow circles drawing a low moan out of you.

The more you grinded against him the feeling of the friction built up inside of you the feeling was rising getting so close.

"Ah baby," you moaned out wrapping your arms around him holding him close. His thumb didn't stop fondling your clit. Your legs twitched with the anticipation if the coming ecstasy you were about to achieve.  

Jisung groaned and his hips thrust up deeper inside of you. "Fuck," he whispered wrapping his arms around your ass gripping it hard.

You could feel warmth flood your insides as you grinded harder against him in an animistic manner desperate for release.

You clutched your arms around him swiping lower for a kiss to hide the cries of pleasure you wanted to release. "Come on cum for me baby," Jisung sounded breathless. His skin was warm and slightly wet with sweat under your fingertips.

You moaned and whined as the waves of pleasure washed over you in an intense pleasure released You shivered with want your hips whittering under you.

Twitching you gripped into him harder trying to keep yourself anchored to earth just by him.

"You ass," you shaky said out swatting his hand away from your thoroughly abused clit. You slowly came down from your high of the orgasm. Taking a few moments to regain your thoughts.

Jisung looked down at the mess of fluids between the two of you. "Well, we made a mess," he added.

"Sorry about that," you hummed looking at his hazy eyes his cock still warm inside of you.

"Its okay baby," he hummed out back to you rubbing your lower back in reassurance.

He shyly looked at you "I'm sorry about the girlfriend thing I just thought we didn't need labels but," he paused laying his head against the sofa shifting you for a better position.

"I should have just had the courage to ask you," he paused "do you want to be my girlfriend," he said shyly.

You frowned "no," you stated simply.

Jisung eyebrows frowned into a confused look. A giggle escaped your mouth "I'm kidding but you should've seen that look on your face."

"Y/n you brat," he huffed out.

#stray kids smut #kpop smut #stray kids scenarios #stray kids jisung

[seraphicalsuccubus]

I messaged throne but they just said it was shipped and wouldn’t give me any other info 😭

Oh bby don’t worry about that I will just send you another one if that’s the case but I hope it didn’t get taken, you don’t deserve that at all!

It sounds like you’re doing better and that honestly makes me so happy because you’re such a sweet angel and you deserve the best 🩵

(Also never apologize for spam reblogging, we’re all just bowing down to the queen)

oh no !!! hmm. maybe they can give me a little more info on it since I’m the account it was bought for/shipped to or something ?? idk but fingers crossed I find out what the hell happened to it because this is all my throne says to me and it doesn’t give any extra info when I ask it to reveal the gift either like …. bro c’mon it doesn’t take 3 months to update a package lmao

and oh my gosh NO !! I wouldn’t let you buy another one if the first one got taken even if you didn’t let me refund you the gift amount !! but if it DID get delivered and taken, I think I’m gonna wait til I move to order the replacement one or just ship it to the new address because my boyfriend lives like out in the middle of fucking nowhere with hardly any neighbors so no one would be around to take it at least ?? like it’s a safer alternative than the fucking horrible area I live in right now like honestly, everyone I tell what section of the city I live in usually says, ‘wait, that’s off Willow St. oh no. oh god. you’re in the BAD area’ LMAOOOO like that’s how well known this area is for being super shitty. like a woman was shot dead and left in the middle of the road in like November of last year less than like 5 minutes away on a different side street and they blamed it on her being a known full service SWer (although they used a more derogatory and uneducated term for her which was rude and disgusting of whoever wrote the article about it). and then literally last fucking week I heard 5 gunshots in VERY close proximity to me and then like a million sirens for several hours after that, but I was too distracted and forgot to look up what happened that night the next day when it would’ve been reported already and I can’t remember exactly which night it happened to see anymore because shit like this happens here all the time so like, it’s not an unusual occurrence 🙃

but yeah no I live in the BAD BAD fucking area of my city. like I don’t know how the fuck I got conned into moving in here with these horrible people that basically treat me like a prisoner but also like I don’t exist at the same time, but like Jesus FUCK with some of the shit that goes on around here, I can’t wait to leave and finally feel safe in my own home once I move out of Connecticut. like. I don’t leave the house alone EVER because I am terrified of this area of the city. I won’t even take the garbage bag in my room out to the cans right in front of the porch if my roommate isn’t home to come outside with me because I feel so unsafe and uncomfortable living here.

and I think I’m doing better ??? or I will be shortly when I get my new higher dosage of pain meds for my fibromyalgia because my pain is really kicking my ass lately and I just want some relief again 😩 but mentally I feel stable, I’m just having really bad bouts of like, extreme executive dysfunction where I don’t leave bed all day but I don’t do anything in bed but scroll mindlessly on my phone. I don’t game, I don’t try to nap, I don’t watch anything, I just scroll my phone or zone out at the wall lmfao. but I guess that’s better than self-sabotaging my life so like !!! it’s all good !!!!

(and my goodness, you’re so sweet 🥺😭 I adore you so much, I really hope some good karma heads your way soon because you truly are just one of the kindest and most genuine people I’ve met on this hellsite and I just really appreciate you and the way you make your existence just this glowing beacon of positivity and unwavering support for the people you care for. I love you lots and lots, honey 🖤)

#ask #I have the best BEST moots and no one can ever convince me otherwise 😭🖤

[rineater]

hello sweet manon!! ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶꒱ა i just wanted to hop on by & see what you & your love rin are up to recently!! anyth super fun or super spooky for the season? i'd love to hear all of the deets!! ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა you're incredible!! i am forever smoochin your forehead!! MWAH!! (p.s. omg i am simply obsessed w the new pseud!!! ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა so gorgeous!!!)

hi chloe bby !! i think you meant to send this to my other blog but i’ll answer it here then rb it on there :3

but me and mister itoshi ! nothing super fun but after we’re both in for the night we’ll search for some scary movies or games to watch/play so that we can decompress for the day! we try to find something that neither or only one of us is familiar with so at least someone is going in blind — it’s more entertaining that way :3 and of course i have been dragging pretty boy into the kitchen to bake festive cookies! most of them end up going to his teammates though bc i always go a little overboard lol

#ahh thank you thank you !! #i’m really vibing with manon hehe

[hollyhomburg]

LIII !!! THE NEW BILY CHAPTER WAS AMAZING OMGGGG AHHHH ALL THE HOBI CONTENT YOU ARE FEEDING US YESSSS !! The slow burn between hobi and mc is so good, I can’t wait until they actually get together together and say they love eachother to their faces hehehe

AND THE CLIFF HANGER??? OH MY GODD

AND TAEEEE MOMMY TAE CONTENT THAT WE ARE ALWAYS WANTING MORE OFF (the book gifts and tae reading to mc is the cutest thing ever! I love it!!) also! Cause I saw you saying that you weren’t sure about the titty scenes before I just wanna say that I honestly don’t think you gotta worry about it too much, after all the kinky stuff that is in BILY, I think it would be difficult for the audience to not be cool with it (at the very least) because like, it’s BILY bro, what else could you expect after all the previous scenes lol

Oh but the scene where hobo’s coworkers are trying to hit on mc and she turns on the ‘charm’ or whatever it was called was really interesting! I feel like it’s easy to forget that the mc would know how to do that stuff cause she’s so comfy with the pack so often now, but it’s sort of a bittersweet reminder of the stuff she had to learn to be able to do to like, survive I guess:(( It made me sad a little but also I was like, yeah girl you go play them cause you smart like that 💪💪💪 idk it was like cool the way you wrote it even though when you think about it :(( sad

Ahhh but towards the end tho! Where there was a line something like ‘jungkook didn’t even have a seizure this time’ in regards to namjoon’ rut!! I freaked a little and I have to mention it! Does that mean he’s had seizures during the alphas’ ruts before!? I can’t imagine how stressful that would be for the pack and poor jungkookie :(

I hope that whenever it happened, that he pack was able to take care of him and that whoever was in rut was gentle with him and able to give him space if he needed it or whatever. Cause you know, I doubt taking a knot after having a seizure would be very good AT ALL, if it was me, I’d reckon even having someone wanting me to take a knot afterwards would have me feeling shitty even if the pack was saying a clear cut no for me :( the way you write jungkook with his seizures is really comforting to me as someone with a chronic condition myself, because he’s such a strong bby despite it all ♥️

Anyway yikes this is getting really long haha, so I’ll draw it to a close! But I loved the chapter! It’s so fun seeing all the drama and plot pick up! And honestly, I’m starting to get a bit nervous thinking about what you have in store for us! Very exciting! Hope you aren’t feeling too stressed out with anything and are having fun, despite all the stuff that’s been going on recently that you’ve put on here, and anything you might’ve not put on here ♥️ thank you again for a wonderful chapter li! Have a good day ☺️☺️

Ahhhh thank you for appreciating the slow burn ;-; honestly when I look at the wordcount of bily I have to wonder if there is a slower burn in the fandom like, we’re nearly 700k into it and they haven’t even confessed yet! It’s probably a little too slow tbh

Ahhhh I think I got a little bit in my head about the mommy Tae sections, it just felt maybe a little too niche??? If it pleases the people who still read bily after all this time then I’m glad that I put it in <3 I also gotta remember as you said that the kink list in bily is EXTENSIVE as hell, the tummy bulge stuff was probably more extreme then this.

 Yeah if we’re being honest, I think the m/c has forgotten a bit too it’s a bit sad at times, but I think she’s really gotten so comfortable that she doesn’t need to use many of her old coping mechanisms or protective mechanisms anymore- this was probably one of them like you said.

Oh yeah Jk has definitely had seizures during their ruts before, especially at the beginning. Some of Jungkook’s seizures are milder than others. It is very stressful, and I think it probably even knocked Namjoon fully out of rut the first time it happened, it would have been a large part of their conversation in the beginning of their relationships.

For a while Jungkook would take sort of an ‘emergency’ seizure medication to make seizures less likely- he did this especially during the time Yoongi was away- but Namjoon and Jungkook’s doctors decided the side effects (Jungkook’s own cycle being delayed, nausea, dizziness) outweighed the benefits. You’re right in assuming that if jk has a seizure during a rut, he’s basically out of knotting duty for at least a day after- until his usual hornyness wins out and jk makes the choice to re-join. The pack leave it up to him because it is one of his boundaries that they don’t decide when he can start doing normal things after a seizure, as long as he’s not hurting himself.

 All of the alphas know that Jungkook stands a risk of seizing during a rut. Luckily, it’s not an often occurrence and he hasn’t had one of the seizures where he needs to go to the hospital after in a long long time (typically any seizure lasting longer than 5 minutes means he needs to go to the hospital or if he has more than two in a single day. Around 80-90% of Jungkook’s seizures are 1-2 minutes long.

Ahhhh thank you for the well wishes and for leaving such a dedicated ask! These are always so much fun to answer even if they take me a second longer to get too! I hope that you take care of yourself too!

[manonslayme]

Do u have any random manon x elide headcanons? i'm staaarving for anything u have abt them

I did not mean to go on for so long with these headcannons but I just have a lot of thoughts about these two gays

Soft bbys

Manon absolutely melts for Elide, she can go from terrifying man-eating witch to a terrifying, man-eating witch who stares at Elide like she hung the moon and stars

They judge people together, definitely hang at the back of parties (after showing everyone else up with their matching outfits) drinking wine and gossiping about annoying lords and lady’s

Elide absolutely goes for the throat when other lords say that she’s not good enough to lead Perranth, she’s not afraid to blackmail them with how horrible they actually are, and Manon loves to sit back and enjoy her wife absolutely destroy those men

Elide wanted to marry Manon for a long time before they actually got married but she didn’t want to pressure Manon into marriage in any way so she didn’t really bring it up

Manon began to notice that Elide wanted to get married when her eyes would linger over rings and other married couples

It took Manon a while but she knew that she wanted to marry Elide and she definitely panicked about planning how to ask Elide before she actually popped the question

It was able to happen without the kingdom burning down and Elide, very happily, said yes so Manon considers it a success

I like to imagine that Elide’s parents had a cabin left to her that Vernon left abandoned when he trapped her but Elide spends time after the war cleaning it up and restoring it to its former glory

She and Manon like to go to the cabin to get away sometimes when things calm down after the war, just relaxing and enjoying the peace of their new lives

Manon realizes that she actually really likes strawberries after Elide begins to plant them and use them in recipes

Manon learns to make flower crowns to surprise Elide one day and it actually surprises her how relaxing it is for her

She’ll die before she reveals that to anyone but Elide and Abraxos, who loves to steal any leftover flower crowns Manon makes

I feel like Manon has a complicated relationship with touch because of her grandmothers abuse so at first she sort of shys away from any touching

Elide is very understanding and makes sure she’s not overwhelming Manon because she’s loved her and wants her to be comfortable

Slowly but surely Manon becomes more comfortable with touching and she just becomes that one meme with the cheetah we’re it goes ‘when you realize how touch starved you actually are.’

Constantly touching and hanging on Elide because she finally is able to enjoy touches that aren't harmful and painful and Elide does not mind because she is also touch starved

Manon and Elide both tend to overwork themselves with their kingdoms and their lands and when they notice that one of them is overworking themselves they both try to make sure the other relaxes

They’re both stubborn about it, Elide more so, but Manon is not afraid to pick her up and carry her away from work and Elide will make Manon sleep even if it kills her

Elide has a kind of natural warm body temp and I feel like Manon loves to just cuddle up to her and hug her witchling when the weather begins to get cold

Elide likes to collect pretty stones and other small knickknacks and Manon always makes sure to grab her something whenever she travels

Manon gets very fluffy beadhead and Elide both adores how cute she looks and spends mornings trying not to accidentally get hair in her mouth, it gets everywhere

She does enjoy brushing and braiding Manon’s hair though, it’s very soft and beautiful

She also understands that it’s a special thing for Manon since she hasn’t let anyone else but the Thirteen touch her hair before and Elide feels very honored that Manon trusts her with her hair

They both get nightmares sometimes but they have different ways of needing comfort when they wake up

Manon usually doesn’t want to be touched (Matron physical abuse trauma) and she just needs air and a lot of open space, she often flys with Abraxos after she has nightmares to clear her head before she comes back to Elide when she’s ready for touch and comfort

Elide is the complete opposite, she needs Manon to hold her and reassure her that everything is okay and that she’s safe

During the time that her uncle is alive in his prison she had constant nightmares about him getting free and hurting Manon or her

Manon always holds her witchling close and comforts her in the best ways she can; threatening to skin Vernon alive is he gets within even fifty feet of Elide

Both of them are grumpy in the mornings, even though Manon used to waking up early, and they just grumble and shuffle around as they slowly wake up together, Elide’s arms constantly around Manon’s waist and Manon’s always holding Elide’s hand

Elide tops after she gets more experienced with sex, in this essay I will-

Elide has a bunch of freckles and Manon likes to spend mornings kissing and tracing over all of her freckles

Manon had freckles too but they tend to only stand out when it’s warm and Elide takes great joy in teasing Manon with how cute she looks with them and kissing each freckle when she can

Manon has a bunch of scars from the Matron and Elide always makes sure to kiss as many as she can when Manon begins to feel insecure about them

Not in a beautiful-insecure way, she knows she looks hot, but because she has a complex that her scars make her seem weak and like she couldn’t stop the abuse she suffered

Which is a notion the Elide refuses to let Manon have, she always makes sure that Manon knows that she is not weak and her scars only prove that she was able to survive her abuse

Manon slowly learning better coping mechanisms because Elide encourages her to start therapy with Yrene, or anyone really (I don’t know if therapy is a thing tog but it is now)

Manon and Elide link their lives together so Elide gets to be immortal too (yes I know that’s not how it works but go with me here)

In a future/next gen au I like to headcanon that Manon and Elide have one adopted daughter and 2 (used magic) bio daughters and when their daughters eventually take their places as rulers Elide and Manon permanently move to the cabin with Abraxos and spend the rest of their lives just chilling and being disgustingly in love

#tog #throne of glass #manon blackbeak #elide lochan #malide #manon x elide #I don’t know is this is coherent but I hope you like it

[deadmomjokes]

Do you have some happy family memories you could share?

I can sure try!

The tragic thing about having undiagnosed and thus untreated and unmitigated depression and anxiety since approximately the age of 7, is that my childhood and teenage memories are somewhat scarce and the ones that exist are frequently a bit gray-tinted emotionally speaking.

But I do remember that my mom, being a professional nerd and raising us to keep that legacy going, made a point of taking us to midnight book premieres at the local Books-A-Million. And by local, I mean "minimum one hour drive across state lines". So it was a big deal, and we made it such. We went to the whole thing, from 8pm to midnight, in costume, including my younger sister who was probably too young to be staying up that late, but it was for LITERATURE darn it! After the clock struck midnight and we trudged through the line to get our pre-ordered copy of the book in question, we would start the trek back home, stopping at Sonic on the way for exorbitant amounts of ice cream so that we would be sure to stay awake for the whole ride back. The ones I remember most clearly are the last 3 Harry Potter books (it was back before a JKR really went off the deep end, and before we were super well educated about antisemitism in media), and one of the Eragon books. Do I remember which one? Nope. I wasn't into Eragon at all, but my big sister was, so we went.

Just like how my sisters weren't into Star Trek, but we all went to the matinee premier of the first reboot because I was into it. And, let's be real, the OG Trekkies that were my parents wanted to see it, too. So we staked out the theater in the mall (again, an hour+ drive to the next state) to get tickets the minute they opened, and my mom sat in the back with me because I was so excited and worked up that I had triggered the Anxiety Button in my brain, and had to keep running out to go hurl in the popcorn-smelling mall-theater bathrooms.

I have a lot of fond memories of that Mall Cinemark, honestly. My dad loves movies, and at least once a year, he would decide there was something we simply had to see-- be it because it was something he really wanted to see, or because we kids wouldn’t shut up about it-- and we’d make a whole day of it. Go to dinner at a restaurant (usually a pan-Asian place) ((Five Star Buffet and Hibachi my beloved, ily bby)), see movie, long drive home discussing it in depth, stay up way too late in the process. In particular I remember Sharkboy and Lavagirl, because we were juuuuuust the right age to NEED TO SEE THAT MOVIE NOW. My dad, however, has craptacular eyesight, and even with his recent Lasik surgery (back when Lasik was pretty new in our area), he still had great difficulty with his vision. With screens in particular. Partway through, he dipped out into the hall, and I asked my mom what was going on. She explained that that my dad actually can’t see 3-D. It doesn’t work for him, and never has, and gives him migraines. (even the new Real-D doesn’t work for him.) But he took us to see a 3-D heavy gimmick movie because we asked, and he’s an acts-of-service kind of person.

I remember, too, the first time my sisters and I went to that theater without our mom. She had passed before the final Harry Potter movie came out (again, pls don’t come for me, we were young and uneducated and JKR wasn’t known to be a terrible person at the time). My sisters and I went to the midnight premiere-- the first midnight premiere we’d ever done without her. I was quite certain that I was going to have a terrible time, because it was constantly in the back of my mind that “mom’s not here, we’re doing this without her, she never got to see this like she wanted”. And yet the minute we got there and got our over-salted popcorn and ungodly-huge root beer buckets, it was just like Old Times. We had a blast, and stopped for ice cream at Sonic on the way home.

And speaking of nerd stuff with the sisters, I got to attend my first ever convention with them, and it was incredible. We even got the full 3-day passes, leading up to The Big Event of a John Rhys-Davies/Peter Hambleton panel we really wanted to see. It was also going to be our first ever cosplay competition the second day, and we spent weeks trying to put stuff together.

The first day we did a casual Supernatural group cosplay, which meant I was carrying my apartment’s communal carton of table salt around all day while sweating it out in a guns-n-roses T-shirt and corduroy jacket. Note to all con newbies: IT BE HOT. Dress accordingly. By the end of day 1, which was really just Morning to Noon for us, I started feeling a bit blah. Oh well, probably just nerves, right?

The second day dawned and I woke up feeling miserable. But it was the day of the cosplay competition, so I put on my big kid boots and whipped out the curling iron. We were doing a Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, and Smaug the Dragon group cosplay, so we slathered my little sister’s feet in liquid latex and shaved a section of fake fur over the top of it. My big sister was our Thorin, and we actually did a pretty good scale-mail jerkin thing out of cardboard and shiny silver fabric scavenged from the local thrift store. My costume was the most involved (and as such, the most janky)-- a homemade hi-lo dress in mottled red, black, and gold, and a shoulder shrug cape cut with deep dragon-wing scallops. We made it to my exact measurements, but this was, indeed, our first rodeo and we didn’t have our mom to remind us to allow for seams, so when I went to put it on, I couldn’t get it zipped. We whipped out the excess fabric and wrapped my torso mummy-style, with discount Spanx underneath, and I finally slithered my way into it just in time to get there and realize....

We sucked.

Big time.

We were way out of our league, guys. You could absolutely tell we were the Noobs in the room. You’ve seen those Pro Cosplayer people, the ones that make full costume departments look like amateurs. We were in a room full of THOSE, and we had rolled up with our Goodwill Discount Rack Halloween Costumes. It was mortifying. And yet....

They were so kind, y’all. Even the judges were nice and listened to us present our shabby rags with big, genuine smiles. This middle-aged guy in full medieval getup adopted us during the wait and gave us bottles of water from his own personal bag of them because, as I mentioned above, conventions be HOT. This guy in a full metal lego man suit told us about his first ever cosplay he attempted, where his cardboard suit got wet in the rain, melted and ripped, and left him in his undies with no backup outfit in sight. When my sister’s latex feet began to peel and we started panicking visibly, a girl in elaborate, mystical-looking anime cosplay informed us of the Cosplay First Aid booth on the main floor, where there were people who would help you fix wardrobe emergencies and malfunctions, and even had a touch-up makeup kit. It was all so welcoming and kind, and even tho I’m still kind of embarrassed, it restores my faith in humanity to this day.

After that, we went and caught a comedy magic show and toured the rest of the booths we had missed the day before. But by then, I was starting to feel really, really miserable.

I woke up the next morning and couldn’t talk. I was running a fever, and felt like death. I was devastated because I was going to miss ALL the panels we had planned on, but especially the JR-D/PH one I had been so looking forward to. I insisted my sisters go without me because we had paid for those passes, darn it. They went, I stayed home on the couch and marathonned Lord of the Rings.

When they returned, they were acting very sneaky. I asked what was up, and they showed me a video. They had gotten a video of John and Peter saying hi to me by name, and John even said he hoped I felt better soon. I cried. It was a whole thing. I love my sisters. (Not just because they break the rules slightly to get famous nerd-adjacent actors to wish me well, but that was a pretty stellar sister movie, ngl.)

As for more recent memories, I’m particularly fond of the time when my husband and I, after less than a month in our little starter dorm-apartment, and less than 2 months of being married, were plagued with Stinky Sink. Our apartment/dorm was the bottom of a 3-tier setup, and sometimes the sink decided to back up by reason of something a higher-up apartment had sent down the disposal. It would belch noxious fumes, and make the whole apartment reek of sewer.

We did not know this the first time it happened.

Cue panic and running from the apartment gagging and laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. My husband braved the Stonk to go in and shut our bedroom door in the hope of saving it from the smell. We called maintenance, they said “as long as it’s not pouring stuff onto the floor, we’ll get to it within a week.” A WEEK.

We decided to make an event of it. If we needed to confine ourselves to the one un-tainted block of air in the place (the bedroom), we were gonna have fun. So first, we walked down the hill to the campus grocery store (glorified convenience store) and bought a bunch of junk food. Think road trip snacks. Chips Ahoy and gummy worms, OJ, the works. Then we walked all the way back and dashed through the stink-cloud to lock ourselves in the bedroom.

By the way, this was late July and the apartment had no AC. So we rolled up our outer layer of clothes-- we were too scared to go back out for a towel, it was REALLY stanky, y’all-- and used it to block the crack under the door. We opened the window and tilted the blinds so nobody could see in, cranked up the fan, and had a slumber party in our underwear binge-watching Gravity Falls for the first time ever. Complete with staying up past midnight and laughing so hard we nearly peed ourselves.

They say to marry your best friend, and it’s moments like that that show why you should.

But yeah, I know this was long, so sorry about that, but I hope that for whatever reason you asked, you found something helpful or enjoyable here.

#long post #family stories