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ahonice · 10 months

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it doesn't matter

jamie drysdale x fem reader (ft. trevor zegras)

word count: 4.3k

warnings: drinking, sexual themes and mentions of sex, cursing, jamie being a fake swiftie (dw that is taken care of), reader has a guilty conscious, fluff (some angst i think), happy ending (those are rare on this blog), not proofread because i accidentally queued this so it posted on its own oops

note: i rewrote this about three times over the past two months, hope you guys are pleased with the final outcome. any and all feedback is greatly appreciated. hope you guys enjoy. have a great day, love y’all babes <3 !!!

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“hey you’re single right?” your head shot up at the sound of trevor, one of your closest friends, voice. you had known trevor since you moved to anaheim for college, on your first day in town he accidentally took your coffee from the pickup area at starbuck and you chased him down because you would be damned if you spent ten dollars on an iced coffee that you wouldn’t of been able to drink. it would’ve been a lie if you said you didn’t have a crush on him, he was so funny and kind and not to mention the fact that he is genuinely gorgeous, but you never acted on anything because you were worried he wouldn’t reciprocate your feelings, and the fact that the two of you have had one too many drunken, and a couple sober, hookups didn’t help either.

“of course i am, or else what we did last night would’ve been morally wrong, why?” your heart rate picked up, thoughts running a mile a minute. was he about to ask you out? did he actually like you back the way you dreamed he did? was our relationship finally gonna be something more than friends who fuck at times?

“i wanna set you up with my roommate, jamie. i think you guys would like each other.”

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it was a crushing blow, not only did trevor just inadvertently just tell you your feelings are one sided, but that they are so one sided that he thinks his roommate would be a better match for you than himself. you felt sick to your stomach, this was in no way a heartbreak, but that doesn’t mean it can’t hurt.

“earth to y/n.” trevor’s voice shook you from your trance, you had completely forgotten he was there. “you good? you haven’t said a word in like five minutes.”

“yeah i’m fine, um who is this guy? i don’t think i’ve heard you talk about a jamie before.” you wanted this to be a joke, for trevor to say he was kidding, maybe jamie wasn’t real and he just wanted to see if i was open to a relationship right now.

“well he’s on the ducks as well, seems like your type. brunette with blue eyes, he’s got nice eyebrows too, just a couple weeks older than you, i know you don’t like extremely tall guys so him being 5’11 is perfect.” the more trevor went on about jamie the more you realized that jamie was in fact a real person and did seem like my exact type. “he has freckles too, i know you love those on guys and he looks good in the color green, he checks off all your boxes y/n.” you hated that he did.

“can i see a picture before i agree to anything?” you didn’t want trevor to get suspicious when you said no, so you wanted to seem like you were at least considering it.

“absolutely.” looking over at trevor’s phone you let out a small sound of surprise.

he was gorgeous

“trevor why have you never told me about him before?” you said, grabbing his phone to go through all of his instagram posts. “he is literally beautiful!”

“i honestly didn’t even think about it, but jamie saw you at our party last week and asked about you and i knew i had to make you two happen.” trevor said, taking his phone back. “come over tonight. we’re having a party before the season starts, you’ll be able to meet jamie.”

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it didn’t take you very long to get ready, your hair and makeup having already been done from your errands earlier in the day, but you did struggle picking out an outfit as every twenty year old girl would. you didn’t quite know who it was that you were dressing up for, in previous months it was always trevor. you were always hoping that he would see you and you would end up staying with him until the morning. while that was usually the case, the second part of your fantasy never came true. the part where trevor realizes he has feelings for you that go further than seeing you as a good fuck. but now there was jamie, you hadn’t even met him yet and you were still wanting to impress him. maybe trevor would see you with jamie and it would make him realize his feelings for you. but jamie seemed nice, once trevor left you looked him up and watched a few too many tiktoks and interviews involving him, he seemed like the polar opposite of trevor and that might just be what you need, it also doesn’t hurt that he was just about one of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen in your life, trevor was not lying when he said that jamie was your exact type. settling on a simple pink top and black jeans you made your way towards the uber trevor had ordered for you, palms sweaty and legs slightly shaking as you confirmed where you were headed before you saw your apartment complex disappear in the distance.

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“y/n thank god you’re here, i was starting to think you were pussying out.” trevor loudly yelled as he approached you, great he was already at least three drinks in. “catch up” he said once he was standing in front of you, handing you a beer.

“i don’t drink this crap, you know this.” you said, shaking your head as trevor silently continued to push the can in your face.

“fine, i bought you some caymans. they’re in the garage fridge, but don’t take too long, jamie is excited to meet you.” you ignored the way his eyebrows wiggled as you began walking towards the garage.

once you were in there you grabbed two drinks, just so you wouldn’t have to come back out for at least half an hour, as well as a shooter. you needed the liquid confidence that would come from the tiny bottle of pink whitney.

once you made your way back into the party you walked around looking for trevor, stopping a couple of times to greet those you knew, before you found him sitting with the man of the hour.

“y/n! come here, meet jamie.” trevor waved you over, you took a generous sip of the alcohol in your hand before making your way over, sitting down on the couch. trevor in the middle of us, as he began rambling to no one in particular about something you didn’t quite know, your ears tuning him out as the sound of your heartbeat in your ears took over all your senses.

“y/n, are you even listening to me?” trevor asked you, gently poking the exposed part of your waist.

“no.” the laugh you heard after that made a bush creep up your neck, jamie’s laugh was just as beautiful as he was.

“rude, anyways y/n this is jamie. jamie, this is y/n.” he motioned the two of you towards each other as he talked, jamie reached in front of him to offer you his hand. “now get to know one another, i’m gonna go play pong.” trevor stood up before you could protest him leaving you alone with jamie.

you expected it to be awkward, but it wasn’t. conversation was flowing between the two of you like you had known each other for years, you talked about the basics, what tv shows you enjoyed, favorite movies, taste in music, which then led to a thirty minute discussion about taylor swift and how jamie claimed he was a swiftie but couldn’t name any songs that weren’t played on the radio

“i have a lot to teach you i guess.” you were definitely making it obvious that you were interested in him, but you didn’t care. you’d usually be so shy around a guy so cute, but something about jamie made you calm, that was the simplest way to put it.

“i would love that.” the blush on his face matched yours. you smiled at him, contemplating whether or not you wanted to ask the question you had been wanting the answer to all night.

“so why have i never seen you around or met you before? i’ve known trevor for almost two years now, and i’m over here quite a lot.”

“i usually just stay in my room all day, especially during parties, i’m not the biggest fan of them.”

“then why are you out here right now and not bunkered up in your room?”

“i wanted to meet you, to get to know you.” jamie answered, scratching the back of his head and giving you a sheepish smile. “i came downstairs last weekend to grab something from the kitchen and that's when i saw you, i really lucked out that you are friends with trevor or else i probably never would’ve been able to find out who you were.”

you nodded at his response, informing him that you were glad you were friends with trevor too.

“speaking of him, i was hoping to see him again before i left.” you told jamie, standing up from your spot on the couch noticing his slightly upset expression. “let me give you my number, i would love to see you again, maybe begin my lessons on taylor swift to you.”

“i would love that.”

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after exchanging contact information with jamie you made your way outside towards the pong tables, hoping that trevor would still be out there.

“hey trevor, i was just about to leave, wanted to say goodbye.” you said approaching him in the dimly lit yard.

“you’re leaving already? i didn’t even get any time with you.” he pouted, resting his chin on your shoulder his arms loosely around your waist.

“sorry trev, but i got to know jamie. don’t let this get to your head, but i think you might be a pretty good wingman.” you joked, your arms around his neck gently running your hands through the ends of his hair. it wasn’t abnormal for the two of you to be so affectionate, so this felt normal.

“good, i’m glad.” his tone didn’t sound like his statement, but you could easily chalk that up to the alcohol in his system finally wearing him down.

“why don’t i help you get into bed? basically everyone has left already.” you suggested, forcing his head up to meet yours at your eye level.

he smirked before responding. “i like where this was going.”

“nothing like that buddy, besides you just set me up with your best friend that wouldn’t be a good idea, don’t you think?”

“that's not fair, you can’t do that.” he mumbled, his head dropping back down into the crook of your neck. “you can’t say you're taking me to bed, and then not take me to bed the way i want you to take me to bed."

you rolled your eyes at his comment and began dragging him back inside and up towards his room. once you wrestled him out of his jeans, giving up on putting pants on him because of his multiple attempts to lure you into bed, you got him to lay down and made sure he was comfortable before you headed downstairs to get some water and pain killers for him to take once he woke up in the morning.

“goodnight trevor.”

you made your way outside onto the front lawn while you waited for your uber to arrive. you usually would’ve taken trevor up on his offer to spend the night with him, but something about even just thinking about doing that was now making you feel guilty. it wasn’t like you and jamie were in a committed relationship or anything, but he seemed to genuinely like you and was actually interested in getting to know you and you didn’t want to do anything to sabotage that.

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from: unknown number

can we meet up today for coffee or lunch? i would love to start becoming a real swiftie.

to: unknown number

am i right in assuming this is jamie??

from: unknown number

yes 🙃

to: jamie🤭

i would love to meet up.

to: jamie🤭

could we get lunch? i am literally starving because of my hangover.

from: jamie🤭

absolutely. send me your address, i’ll come pick you up.

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you were in full panic mode, you had no idea what to wear and the fact that it was visibly obvious that you were hungover didn’t help at all. you told jamie to give you at least thirty minutes, after he told you that an hour was too long.

you took the fastest shower you ever have in your life before tackling the biggest issue, your outfit. you went through every drawer, bin, and your closet before you decided on biker shorts and a crewneck. you could only hope that jamie wasn’t planning on taking you somewhere with a dress code.

makeup was applied and your hair was pulled into a claw clip before jamie texted you that he was outside, you did some final touches before you made your way out of your apartment complex. you lucked out seeing that jamie was in a comfy outfit just like you were. once you were buckled up jamie handed you his phone and told you to pick the music before driving off.

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“so what is your all time favorite taylor swift song?” jamie asked once he joined you in the booth you found for the two of you, he had taken you to in and out claiming he was craving a burger, and you didn’t complain because you would never pass up the opportunity to fuck up some animal fries.

“i don’t have just one, i think it is humanly impossible to have just one.” you told him, taking a sip of your lemonade before continuing. “i do, however, have a list of my top sixteen songs by her in no particular order.”

“sixteen songs? that’s insane.”

“she has over two hundred songs, you’ve got a lot of listening to do.”

“well why don’t you give me your list of songs, the only ones i really care about are the ones you like.” you blushed at his words, before stating all of your favorite songs by her. his only responses were “i don’t know that one, never heard of it, i know that one, wait no i don’t”

once you were done and jamie confirmed all the songs were now added to his spotify you two began eating as you gave him a run down of her career.

“so who is your favorite and least favorite ex of hers?”

“i hope you don’t have plans for the rest of the day because i have a lot to say on this.”

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“do you want to get dessert? there is a nice ice cream place a few minutes from here.” jamie asked while you two were walking around huntington beach. you didn’t even realize how long the two of you had been hanging out until he asked if you wanted to get dinner, and now three hours after that when he is now asking to get dessert.

“yea i would love to.” he smiled down at you and you made the move to hold his hand. “sorry, i hope this is ok, i just wanted to hold your hand.” you blushed, turning your head away from him.

“it’s ok, i wanted to as well.” he blushed as well before he began leading the way towards the ice cream shop.

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“i had a lot of fun today, i was honestly a little nervous that with both of us sober it would be a little awkward, but it wasn’t and i would like to see you again. soon. sorry if that is a bit forward.” you told jamie as he pulled up in front of your apartment.

“i’d like to see you soon too, like tomorrow soon. are you busy tomorrow? we could get dinner, a nice place this time, not that in and out and qdoba aren’t nice it’s just-”

“yea i would love to, just send me the restaurants info before so i can figure out what to wear.”

“you’ll look beautiful in whatever you wear y/n.” you blushed at jamie’s comment before leaning over and giving him a kiss on the cheek. you were quick to get out of the car, yelling a goodbye as you ran into the front doors of your building.

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“finally you’re back. where the hell were you? i’ve been here for hours.”

“how the hell did you get into my apartment trevor?” you asked the boy who was sprawled out across your couch eating your food. “stop eating my wheat thins asshole.”

“i found your spare key, i mean hiding it on the top of the door frame is just a horrible idea y/n.” trevor said as he went back into your kitchen, hopefully to put your snacks away.

“what are you doing her trev?” you asked, taking your shoes off before making your way into the living room.

“where were you? you’re never out late, and i got here at like two and it’s now eleven. did you pick up a shift?” trevor was quick to join you on the couch, grabbing a blanket and throwing it over the two of you.

“no, i was actually with jamie, he picked me up at noon to get lunch and then we spent the whole day together.” you blushed remembering how much fun you had today and how it was the first time in a while that you had enjoyed a date that much.

“oh, i didn’t realize that you two were getting along that well.” trevor said, reaching towards the table to grab the remote. “what the hell did you two talk about for nearly twelve hours? jamie cannot be that interesting of a guy.”

“we started off talking about taylor swift and how he is a fake swiftie, just like you are.” trevor cut you off with a gasp and hit you with the pillow he was using. “and then we talked about our childhoods, stories from school and growing up where we did.” you smiled at nothing, just reflecting on this one story jamie had told you about his worst halloween costume, which you then one upped with your own horrible halloween story. “thanks for pushing me to meet him trevor, i know it’s only been a day but i feel an actual connection with him and i can’t remember the last time i felt that with a guy.”

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you and jamie had been going on dates multiple times a week for the past month now and tonight the team had the night off and jamie was taking you to his favorite restaurant for date night. you weren’t dating, yet, but both you and jamie have spoken about it as something you both want. it’s just up to when the timing is right.

“where is he taking you out tonight?” trevor asked you as he joined you in your bedroom. you called him over to help you pick out an outfit for tonight.

“cortina’s” it wasn’t a black tie restaurant, but it wasn’t a jeans and a tshirt restaurant either. “i was thinking my black leather pants and then a nice top, maybe my pink top with the mesh sleeves?” you were met with silence from your best friend, “hello? earth to trevor.”

“sorry what?” you rolled your eyes before entering the bathroom, changing into the outfit you had in mind. “what do you think?”

“i think that jamie isn’t coming to pick you up for another two hours and that gives us plenty of time to have some fun.” trevor said, wrapping his arms around your waist and giving you open mouth kisses on the exposed skin of your neck down to your shoulder, you let yourself revel in the feeling before you snapped back into your senses.

“trevor stop.” you pushed his arms off of you as you distanced yourself from him. “trevor you can’t do that, we can’t do this anymore.”

“why not y/n? you and jamie aren’t dating, there is nothing wrong with it. it’s been a month and i’m getting frustrated.” he groaned, flopping down onto your bed.

“that is not my issue trev, don’t blame me. i can guarantee that there are at least one hundred girls in your dm’s right now who would be willing to hook up with you, go bother one of them.” you snapped back at him, not in the mood.

“i don’t want some random girl, i want you y/n. aren’t you in the mood even a little bit, it’s been a month for you too.” you avoided his eyes as you made your way to your vanity to begin your makeup. “wait have you been fucking jamie? what the fuck y/n?”

“trevor you have no right to be upset, we are nothing. you were the one who set us up. isn’t this what you wanted?”

“no this isn’t what i wanted, i should’ve just made jamie make a move on his own. if that was the case you would still have no idea who the hell he was because jamie is too much of a little-”

“get out.” you cut trevor off before he could say anything worse. “trevor get out and don’t talk to me until you manage to get your head out of your ass.”

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“is everything okay? you seem a bit off.” jamie asked, he was right. after your argument with trevor you had been a bit out of it, the guilt of what you had done with trevor in the past was eating away at you. “could we talk about it later? i don’t want to ruin dinner.” your voice was shaky as you spoke.

“yes of course, but i’m gonna be honest i’m a little worried now.” jamie said, playing with the napkin on his lap.

“i am too, don't worry.” your attempt at a joke didn’t help, but thankfully the waiter came to take our orders.

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dinner was terrible.

you two tried your hardest to have everything be normal and how things had been in the past month, but both of you were worried about what you had to say. jamie was scared you were gonna break things off with him, he was already nervous for tonight because he was going to ask to make things official between you two, and now he was even more on edge. while you were worried that after you told him about you and trevor’s past that he would no longer want anything to do with you and would break things off before they even got fully started.

“so can you tell me what is going on?” jamie asked once you two had exited the restaurant and were sitting in his car.

“i want you to know that this started before i even knew you existed and it stopped the moment i met you.” you took a couple of deep breaths before continuing. “trevor and i had been hooking up, for nearly the whole time we were friends, but i swear to you the second i met you i cut it off. i’m really sorry for not telling you sooner, it’s just that i really, really, like you and i didn’t want anything to jeopardize that, even though keeping it a secret probably wasn’t the best alternative.” you looked out the window, avoiding his gaze, afraid of how badly he was judging you right now. “i understand if you don’t want to continue this anymore, you can just drop me off right here and i’ll uber home.”

“y/n. i don’t care.” you finally peeled your eyes away from the reflection of the cars in the side view mirror to see jamie looking at you with a smile. “your previous relationships are none of my business, yes it is a bit uncomfortable that he is my roommate and one of my closest friends, as well as one of yours, but i really, really, like you too so that doesn’t matter to me.” you smiled back at him, a few tears building up in your waterline. “i was actually going to ask you if you wanted to be my girlfriend, and i still want to. so y/n would you make me the happiest man alive and officially become my girlfriend?”

“yes jamie, i would be honored.” you leaned over the center console and kissed his cheek, to not distract him from the road. “it sounds like you proposed jamie.” you laughed. “are things going to be weird around trevor for you?” you hated the idea of being the cause of their falling out, or to have any team problems sprout from this.

“yes.” jamie replied bluntly. “and i’m definitely not the biggest fan of you two hanging out without me there, at least for a little bit, but it’ll all work out. i won’t let it get to me or my game, but the second he makes a comment about you it’s over.”

you giggled before replying with a short “got it.” and placed your hand over his.

“and don’t worry, i never plan on going anywhere without you drysdale. you’re gonna have to start coming to girls' nights too.”

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note: i actually rewrote this three times and each time the plot was different, the last version was so much juicer and had so much drama (trevor realized he was in love with reader, but he was too late dun dun DUNNNN) but i cut that out because i couldn’t get the wording right. anyways i hope y’all enjoyed, leave feedback (any and all is appreciated), have a great day, i love y’all babes <3 !!!

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lovejosephquinn · 11 months

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i dare you to write all the smut yes please thank you

Summary: What would happen if meeting Joe turned out to be not just your average experience? What if you caught his eye in more ways than one?

This is completely delusional but we can dream right?

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Under 18's DNI. Word Count: 7.2k

In a normal world, what really happens after meeting a celebrity or just plainly someone you've been longing to meet at a comic con event? usually nothing. You will go about your life again with the memory of an amazing day; but what happens when that nothing becomes something? Surely not you, it's never you.

You were sure meeting Joseph Quinn was to be the best day of your life, it had been a long time coming since you'd booked the tickets around 4 months back, planning your trip and making your way to Philadelphia for the weekend to finally make your wish come true. It was better than you had ever expected it to be, busy? Extremely. It was even a wonder at all that this weekend had happened since with what happened with Joe almost not being able to get over to the states but low and behold, everything went ahead as planned, even if it was just the one day.

Upon glancing over whilst queuing for your photo op, the whole experience was something beyond what you had ever imagined, the nerves were irresistibly nauseating, your stomach containing mad butterflies that flipped in different directions making sure the anxiety and excitement remained. You were at least third in front of the line when you hit the corner of the curtain where Joe's part was secured off from anyone else able to take images of their own. You peeped over the person in front of you to get a better look in; and there he was.

Dressed all in black, a leather jacket slung over his shoulder where he was clearly getting to warm to keep it on, a plain black t-shirt tucked into some straight black jeans, a belt to match and the cute little black boot which smartened up his outfit. It was one of the first time's you had witnessed his hair in such a style, clearly growing it out for his next role, it almost didn't look like Joe at all since you were used to the way he styled it back normally. It looked undeniably adorable, the way the curls were tamed around the front of his forehead yet wild and fluffy at the back. Hat hair. That was the only option as to why it wasn't at it's full fuzzy capacity. It was a rare sight to see him dressed so laid back, almost casual, but you were eating it up and so was every other person stood in line with the same view in tow. If it weren't for you being stood on your tip toes, you wouldn't have noticed the way he glanced twice, double taking the image of you he could just about see. You were so lost in thought, your feet took you forward but your brain was trained on the man you were about to see, scared to death but more exhilarated than anything.

Your eyes had averted to the floor when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You looked around to the person almost startled like a rabbit in headlights when they ushered you out of your thoughts to the sight of nobody in front of you. Joe sticking his arm out toward you, smiling like you had always seen on pictures previously. You took a deep breath and wandered over, your eyes locked on one another, the big doe eyes you had been dreaming about were real, burning through your eyes and into your soul.

"Hi there beautiful." You heard it as a whisper, but your pretty sure that every fibre in your being was concentrating on not making an utter tit of yourself. Had you heard those three words? Absolutely. Were you speechless? Indefinitely.

"Hi there handsome." No. No. No. Joe took a hold of your hand, placing it around his stomach as he gripped his over the course of your forearm, his thumb stroking over you slightly, making your breath hitch as he held you quite tightly toward him. Smiling the least awkward you felt you could manage, the camera flashed and you were let go. You moved back, losing your step and almost falling like someone would be behind you to catch you, just as you could regain your balance, Joe's hands came to hold you up once more, saving you from the embarrassment of what could have been you on the floor paralysed with nerves.

"You okay?" He poked his tongue out to the side of his upper lip, glancing at you and giving you the once over, you swore you watched him double take you once more as if he were planting a mental image of you in his brain for later.

"I'm good, thank you Joseph." You muttered, a small nod and a reassuring smile back sent Joe to pull you in for one last hug. You melted into a puddle, your body was there but everything inside of you had turned to mush. You giggled hideously in his arms. Not like you.

"Please. Call me Joe." He winked at you. "See you later yeah?" You made no attempt to speak in case you made an even bigger fool of yourself walking away, turning back to find his eyes still staring over at you whilst he put his arm out to the next person, you made a subtle wave as you watched Joe take a massive sigh of what was either relief that you didn't make yourself look the con's idiot or to see you leave. Either way, your meet was over and it would be a long wait to meet him again in the next few hours for your autograph. You headed over to grab your picture from the collection point, thanking the staff member who handed it to you.

You moved yourself over to a corner where you didn't dare look at it until you were at least close to a wall where you felt safer, your brain imagining in the worst case scenario that after this encounter, you might pass out. It beat being stood in the middle of everyone and everything where you could draw attention to yourself. As you looked down, the photo was absolutely perfect, Joe looked incredible. You were mediocre of course, not looking bad but the angle was obviously right and a professional camera and lighting helped your case. If you weren't mistaken, you looked quite good together, the fact that you were deranged for even having that thought cross your mind was beyond you, maybe you'd keep that thought to yourself.

Needless to say, not just from the picture you couldn't stop looking at, you couldn't quite deter the image of him away from your brain, the way he'd looked at you in clear daylight so differently to what you had seen before. Was it just your mind playing tricks on you? You know what you saw and to you and everyone else around you if they had noticed, it was not a normal look. How many other girls had he called beautiful? How many other's had he pulled in to a hug when the photo op is meant to only last milliseconds, yours felt like forever; you certainly wished it could have continued but you would have to wait and see if you were delusional enough to see if he was to remember you.

They say time flies when you're having fun but at this point in time you have switched the butterflies in your stomach for pure vomit like symptoms, the anxiety of seeing him again is heart wrenching, not to the point where people are just excited, you just needed to know if what you witnessed back at the photo op was correct.

After a toilet break, a silent pep talk in the mirror, touching up your hair and make up to what you thought was a nice, natural level, you headed out towards the part of the building where the autographs were being held. The announcement came over the speakers letting people know that were in the selected category where to begin queuing. You twiddled your thumbs, trying to stare down at your phone whilst you waited, the anxiety filling your guts with dread. After at least a half an hour wait, you were almost to the front and you could just about make out Joe's voice which was just around the corner. The sounds of laughing, borderline awkward conversation's coming from the other fans and Joe reassuring people it's okay to be nervous and that he's just as nervous as they are. You wondered if he'd looked at them the same way he had previously glanced at you before. Probably. You were the last to join the queue so you wondered if you would get a moment longer than what other's had with him.

You selected your picture to be signed, stating your name to his team working relentlessly to make sure everything was going smoothly. Just as Joe's conversation was being put to a close with the girl in front of you, his eyes shot straight to yours, the eye contact back, the descriptive reference of burning through your soul apparent. There were now inches between you as your picture was passed to Joe along with your name.

"Hello again." Joe smiled in such a confident way that threw you straight off guard. You smiled back trying to mask every ounce of apprehension you were feeling at this moment in time.

"Hi Joe."

"Y/N, the beautiful girl has a name." His teeth were on show this time, his tongue poking out as he looked down to sign your picture, taking it upon himself to fold a part of the corner and covering it like a school child not wanting anyone to see their work in fright of it being copied. You thanked him when he handed it over to you.

"This is for you, don't be a stranger." He winked at you again. This had gone completely different to what you thought, the mysterious note was something you were sure you had never seen him do before when you had watched previous fan encounters. Sure, you'd not made an effort to make much conversation, purely because the people around him were eyeing you up more than likely because they were ready for their breaks.

His hand came to rest on yours that was leaning against the table and as you were about to turn away, he cleared his throat. "I mean it." Another wink. Shit. Maybe all you were imagining was turning out to be real. Removing yourself from the clear tension between the two of you, you didn't look back to see if he was still watching you, it was obvious he was because you could feel those bush baby eyes digging into the back of your head, possibly even all the way down your back.

Finding your corner again, you pushed yourself against the wall, slowly slipping down it to plant yourself firmly on your bum, knees almost up to your chest, you were ready to find out what he had written on the back of your autographed photo. To anyone else, the front just looked like anybody else's regular experience as you turned the creased corner over where he had made sure it sat straight back up when he handed it to you, eleven digits stood proud in the gold sharpie ink. Surely. Fucking. Not. Joseph Quinn. THE Joseph Quinn had given you his number, without a care in the world. Was this real or was it a stupid joke just to play around with you. Why would he even do such a thing? Pick you out of the several hundreds of people he's met today and give such a personal thing out to someone he doesn't even know. It explained a lot though, his voice replayed over and over in your head.

"Don't be a stranger." You gasped. He did say that. "I mean it." It was fully intentional and you were fully motivated to find out if this was actually real, you pinched yourself a couple of times to make sure you wouldn't wake up, to give yourself the up most reassurance that this wasn't a dream and it had actually happened. It didn't even matter anymore that you had just met your celebrity crush, or the guy who's CV you know like the back of your hand. It was about a really attractive human being had quite obviously took a liking to you and made the choice to take a chance in hearing from you again; after all this isn't something that happens every day, if at all.

You set your things down next to you and pulled out your phone, were you being too eager to text the number straight away? Yes. A phone number is there to be texted though, that is the whole point of them is it not? You folded the crease over again and eyed the number, typing it slowly into your add contact option, saving it immediately so that your anxiety of a random number wouldn't startle you if he had replied and you had completely forgotten. Who were you kidding, you would never forget this.

You: 'Hi it's Y/N. I didn't expect your note to be this...'

Well done you. Clear straight to the point and less embarrassing if it had turned out that he had given you a false number. You looked away as your thumb tapped against the send button, you heard the little swipe which meant it had sent and then a few seconds later, delivered. Glancing back down, the read sign almost made you throw up over your phone. The little bubble in the left hand corner appeared. Double fucking fuck.

Joe: 'I'm glad you didn't think I was weird for doing it. There's just something about you, figured I'd take my chances and if you were a psycho it's easy to get blocked nowadays ;)'

You bit down on your lip. It's him. It's actually Joe. Your fingers started tapping furiously to reply.

You: 'Well I assure you I'm not and there's nothing that special about me I promise. Maybe you're the crazy one Joe :)'

Joe: 'I guess I am crazy for giving a fan (if that's what you are) my number, but make sure I don't regret it. In short, what are you doing later?'

THIS IS NOT REAL LIFE. How are you even messaging Joe like you've known him years or met him like he's just a regular person walking about the street. He's fucking famous and it's a dangerous game for you to play, something you will have to keep to yourself for a long time.

You: 'Of course I'm a fan, but you're also a human being so it's not weird I guess. Nothing much, got a couple more days here so I'll be sitting in my hotel tonight and having a drink.'

Joe: 'Want some company?'

YES. YES. YES. YES. YES. The devil on your shoulder was practically slapping you across the face, screaming at you to not decline this offer.

You: 'Sure. I'll send you my location later.'

You were left on read after the last reply, you were guessing he had gotten busy for the best part. Staring at your phone for the next fifteen minutes or so with no reply was slightly disheartening but you had to remember outside all of this, the man was still at work. Outside all of that, this was becoming personal.

You'd left through the nearest exit you could find, hoping to get back to the hotel and get changed into something a little more flattering than your smart casual comfortable outfit that you had chose to adorn to meet Joe today. Was this considered a date? You were in way over your head, it was just two strangers meeting for a drink and getting to know one another. As Joe had said, maybe he was the weird one for insinuating that you would even want to see him again, be it that way or seeing him through a comic con. You were trying to convince yourself that this was going to be nothing, just a friendly, casual and laid back interaction between two people over a drink or two.

You sent Joe your location and he had let you know he'll be by the hotel around 8pm and to meet wherever the bar is. You threw everything out of your neatly packed suitcase onto the bed, only having took the bare minimum out of what you had decided to wear to bed the night before and today. Scratching your way through the pile of outfit options you had packed, you unearthed your old faithful chest revealing, black lace trimmed dress, you know; just in case. Not just in case you were to be spending the evening with Joe, but just in case you were to go anywhere nice in Philadelphia and you needed a more expensive looking option.

You started your look again, wiping off all of your make up and taking a shower, counting down the next couple of hours which would drag until you saw his face again. You blasted music from your phone to put you in a less uneasy mood, to you it was always the answer to play a genre that would make you feel at ease and fully relaxed. Your mind was constantly on him yet it didn't matter because you were too focussed on making yourself look the best you ever had. You thought you'd done that today in meeting him a the Fan Expo, yet this situation was more exclusive and particular, which gave you more ammunition than you needed to go all the way in your look. Slipping the dress in a way to not ruin your hair was a task, but you did it, adding your own little touch and putting on your boots to feel more comfortable really finished off your outfit for you, you glanced at yourself in the mirror as your phone flashed behind you on the bed. You darted over to it faster than you ever thought you could, heart pounding, palms sweating.

Joe: 'I'm almost here love. I hope I've got the right place.'

You: 'There's a thing called google maps Joe ;)'

Joe: 'Well aren't you a smart little egg?'

Oh the banter, the purity, the cheek, the innocence. The Flirting?

You made your way down to the ground floor of the hotel after one final check of yourself, having to mentally slap yourself at biting the skin at the corner of your thumb which was helping you calm your nerves but at the same time making you want to wet yourself in anticipation. Finding your way into the bar which was pretty empty considering how many guests were staying, you were stopped by a security guard who looked at you with sudden intent.

"Bars closed tonight-" He was interrupted by the sound of a chair dragging it's feet against the floor.

"She's with me." Joe.

Well this made complete sense. The man let you through and closed the make shift curtain behind him, leaving you two alone.

"There she is." Joe smiled, offering his hand to give you an admittedly awkward one armed hug.

"Hey. Well this is-"

"Weird? I told you, maybe I am the weird one." You both laughed in unison, he'd already made you feel somewhat at ease and you'd only been stood in his presence for 30 seconds.

"I called the hotel as soon as you let me know where you were and reserved the bar for just the two of us, just so there's no-"

"Interruptions?" You finished his sentence for him which made him smile, a little nod came your way. "Exactly." He finished.

Joe was still wearing the same outfit from today, his hair looked a little more messy than before, he'd clearly freshened himself up before coming to meet you too, an extremely telling first impression to you that he cares about his appearance, though you already knew that.

"What do you want to drink?" Joe said.

"Whatever you're having."

"Double vodka martini's it is then."

"Perfect!" You sat down in the quietest part of the room, away from the eye of the bar and prying stuff wanting to hear and know what was going on between you two.

"A girl after my own heart." He chuckled, a lowish tone which brought the butterflies straight back flipping around your stomach at the very same pace they were doing this very morning.

Joe came back shortly with the drinks, you clinked them together in a cheers and sipped in unison, putting them down onto the table as you turned to each other. There was the burning look again. His eyes were mesmerising, a deep pool of chocolatey brown that you could get lost in for days. He ushered his leather jacket off of his shoulders, putting it the other side of him, his skin now clear as day and only centimetres away from you.

"So did you have fun today?" Joe asked politely, you guessed it was only right he got the awkward questions out of the way first.

"Yeah was amazing. You have a lot of time and patience for what you do, it's incredible to see." You replied.

"It's part of my job, it's fucking exhausting don't get me wrong, but it's great to meet people. Wouldn't of met this pretty girl otherwise would I?" Joe nudged his arm to yours, giving you a side smirk as he took another drink, clearly regretting his cringeworthy reply.

"Oh yeah, what's her name?"

Joe quickly caught onto your sarcasm, nudging you harder this time so your body flung itself sideways.

"Oh. Me?"

"Obviously." Joe rolled his eyes, turning his head to face the room but keeping his peripheral vision attached to you always so he could still read your reaction.

"Do you do this often?"

"What the events?" Joe shot a look back at you, furrowing his brow, your eyes faltering to his lips as his tongue poked out to wet them, you quickly had to regain your composure so that he didn't notice.

"Duh." You shook your head. "Give random girls your number in this way?"

"You're the first." Joe shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm honoured."

"It is I who should be honoured darling."

You got along like a house on fire. Joe didn't share much about his personal life, but the things you did come to learn just proved how much of a normal guy he still was at heart. You had slowly forgotten outside of this natural setting who he was, that he was just a guy you were meeting for a drink on a random Sunday evening. You talked each others ears off, the more you had to drink, the more you would eventually get out of him, something inside of him still remained reserved and you didn't entirely mind that, but he was just as intrigued to find out about you, who you were and what your deal was.

A few drinks was never the term, it turned into a table full of empty glasses, you were swaying by this point, your head full of Martini and shots of tequila, it had turned into a two man party more than anything and it certainly gave you the confidence if not Joe also to get a little bit more comfortable with one another. You had complained you were cold, digging the old chestnut out to see if he was going to be gentleman about it, you didn't even have to say anything before he noticed and offered you ahis jacket, you were now sporting the whole attire, leather and lace. The term was meaningful of the two together, a generous and intimacy of give and take. It was over sized, perfect to fit over your shoulders and the best of all? It smelt of Joe, something extremely distinctive of him which you would make sure your nostrils engulphed enough of so you could remember it forever.

"It's getting late." You muttered.

"How old are you?" Joe laughed, downing the last of his drink.

"Shut up, I mean, for you."

"Trying to get rid of me darling?" Joe leant closer into you, putting his arm around you trying to be as distinct about it as possible.

"Never."

"That's what I thought."

"The bars closing though, it's almost midnight."

"We can go talk in your room for a while if you like then I can sober up a little so my walk back to my hotel isn't so traitorous." Joe offered, the puppy dog eyes back in full force as if he was the one that didn't want to go, it was obvious that he was having as great of a time as you were, a glorious win for you indeed.

"Remember what I said about google-"

"Maps? I'll still get lost." You rolled your eyes then returned them straight to Joe, fluttering your eyelashes as best as you could.

"Come on then." You slipped out of the chair as Joe followed behind you through the curtain, bowing down in an attempt not to be seen, yet there was nobody around.

"What are we playing detectives now?" You laughed.

Joe caught up almost catching his feet on your heals as you fell forward, his arms wrapping themselves around your waist as he pulled you up into him, lifting you off the ground slightly making you squeal out loud.

"Yes I've got her, I've got the criminal."

The grip he had on you was strong but you felt unusually safe. To say it was in the arms of a stranger who wasn't really a stranger because you had known of him for over a year.

"Joe! Put me down!" You giggled.

"Never." Joe put your feet to the ground, you didn't touch gravity long enough before he swivelled you around like a rag doll, hoisting you back up into the air, your legs automatically wrapping around Joe's hips to cling to him. Your faces were but mere inches away from one another as you stopped in your tracks, staring at one another intimately, not wanting to be the first to look away. Joe leant forward to push the button for the elevator to open, taking you both in and leaning again, looking to you for guidance. "Third floor please sir." You gave the same look he had been ushering towards you all day and all of a sudden Joe looked like he was the one who was about to melt.

"Yes ma'am." He pushed the button and the doors closed. A few seconds later, the noise announced you were at your room's floor, and out he took you through the corridor.

"Are you sober enough to find the number twelve?" Joe squeezed your body against him a little more in an effort to make you squeal again, but you held your breath and only a little whimper came out.

"What was that little noise?" He gasped.

"The sound of you squeezing the life out of a poor helpless woman." You tilted your head to the side, raising an eyebrow and making him laugh at his poor effort to flirt with you.

You got to your door, Joe still had you in his arms forgetting quickly that you needed to get your key card out of your bag to get you inside.

"Can you put me down now?" You smirked and he looked extremely forlorn for a moment to not be able to touch you. "I need to get my key."

"Oh shit, yeah." He chuckled, settling you down and steadying you so that your legs didn't turn into jelly too quickly before being left alone. You proceeded to pull out your key card, scan it and open the door.

"Age before beauty." You pushed the door even further ajar and gestured for Joe to go through, it was plain to see that Joe loved the way you gave back the banter that he dished out to you, he'd told you after the first few drinks that it was one of his favourite traits in a woman's personality which gave you further fuel to continue what he seemed to adore.

You took off your shoes as soon as you closed the door behind you, Joe mirrored your move doing the same in respect for not getting your sheets dirty when he eventually got onto the bed. You kept his jacket on, hugging it to your chest as you moved to the left side propping yourself up against the pillow and patting onto the right side of the mattress.

"You joining me?" You asked.

"Thought I'd wait for your permission. Not everyday a beautiful girl such as yourselves asks me to lay with her."

"Forgot we were in the 18th century Joe." He did a run, hop, skip and a jump, leaping onto the bed making himself and you bounce upward, laying to the side and propping himself up on his elbow, he pursed his lips together in a silly little smile.

"You're such a weirdo." You scrunched your face together in a false look of anguish.

"I guess that makes two of us." Joe etched closer to you and in turn it made you move further down, so your faces were just about parallel. Instead, you faced up toward the ceiling so it didn't seem like a desperate attempt of you making a move.

"Am I-" Joe paused.

"Are you?" You tried to make him continue as you looked over to him deeply sighing and looking down to focus on the sheets.

"Am I weird for wanting to-"

"To what?" You laughed. "Spit it out."

"To kiss you." You felt your lungs give way in hearing those three words come out of Joe's mouth. You turned onto your side, bringing yourself even closer to let him know that you were absolutely into it. Your faces fell into a slow motion blur, hearts pounding together, skin touching skin as your hand came to settle on his side and his came up to cup your cheek.

"Extremely." Joe closed the gap, your lips magnetically forced together as one, that was until he moved back slightly to see if you were okay. "Weird." You whispered, a smile appearing on both of your faces as he brought himself back to kiss you once more. It was like nothing you had ever experienced, a kiss meaning so much to someone you knew so little. It deepened quickly, Joe pushing you back slowly so you laid onto your back so he could hover over you to engage a deeper, more forceful kiss. It became more open mouthed as the sound of crashing lips smacking together became more prominent, his hand staying put against your jawline, fingers stroking themselves slightly through your hair. Your arms were now wrapped around his neck, in a strong enough attempt to not let him go anywhere other than where he was right now. His tongue pressed against your bottom lip and you tilted your head to the side, pushing your own muscle against his, they danced together perfectly as your mouths moved, the room temperature was soaring from the feeling of eroticism and how turned on you were becoming from the way Joe kissed you.

The same whimper erupted from your vocal chords and down Joe's throat making him shiver a little, opening your eyes at practically the same moment in realisation that this was getting hot and heavy fast. Joe pulled back, looking down at you, eyes darkening with intent and a thousand words that were left unsaid.

"You're so beautiful." Joe moved his hand to run his fingers fully through your hair, making their way down your body, his eyes following right up to your stomach where he stopped in his tracks.

"Please. Carry on." You bit down on your lip, you were watching exactly where he had stopped himself.

"You don't have to ask me twice love." Joe uttered, his hand slipping under your dress which had hitched it's way up your waist a little too much revealing your underwear right in his bee line. His fingers reached and successfully traced the outline of the cotton, lips now pressed against your neck in an obvious attempt to get the noises he's longing to hear out of you. With a soft press directly between his finger tips, the material and your clit, you feel a slight force as he puts pressure to rub over it at an agonising pace.

"Oh god." You moan. You fully moan. Joe's instant reaction was to let out his own little version of one, making you whimper more, pushing your hips up as a silent beg for him to carry on; to create more tension.

"Your moans are so sexy, fuck." You hear him mumble against your neck, his tongue slowly massaging down a soft spot at the side of your neck, his teeth gripping to your skin ever so slightly, nibbling harder the more noise you create.

"I need- I need-"

Joe pricked his eyes upward to watch you begin to fall apart under such minimal contact. "You need?" He was clearly saying it in a reflection of your cheek earlier on.

"Rub my clit."

"A little louder, I didn't hear you say please?"

"Please Joe, Please!" You cry out. His fingers immediately push themselves under the side and close the space letting him feel the wetness you're already creating rather quickly.

"Shit you're so wet." His fingers make a hard effort to begin rubbing vigorously at you, your legs making every attempt to close tightly from the sensitivity of lack of physical touch.

"What do you think you're doing?" Joe sat up in quick time, bringing himself between your thighs, keeping you prised apart so that you couldn't interrupt what he'd began. "Maybe they could be a little wetter." Joe hummed, holding his index and middle finger in the air. Your eyes gazed upon the thickness of his digits, making your cunt pulsate at the very thought of them doing these naughty things to you. "Huh?" You were so wet a moment ago, what does he possibly mean by that?

Before you knew it, Joe was towered over you, pushing said fingers to your lips. "Care to help me?" You opened your mouth and you tasted yourself on the tips of his fingers almost instantly, you wrapped your lips around them as he pushed them in further, letting you suck away. Pulling them out and past your lips with a pop, Joe wasted no time in opening your legs further and then immediately teasing your hole, rubbing around the outside of it slowly.

"You want these?" He wiggled them against you, making you squirm.

"I need them." You sounded desperate and you couldn't care less.

He answered your prayers not long after, inserting his nicely lubricated fingers inside of you, not giving you any room to adjust, making sure he fucked you good with them, they almost tapped at your cervix with how deep he pushed forward, his fist bashing against your slit. He curled them upward, hitting spots you didn't know existed inside of you, making the entirety of your body shake. "God, if I make you feel this good with my fingers, imagine how good you would feel with my cock inside of you." Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the thought, a loud bellow of a moan escaping you from the fantasy of being fucked by this gorgeous being. You brought yourself down to earth, your brain being over taken with feral thoughts, trying in a huge attempt to barter an innocent threat his way. "You think you're up for the challenge?" You snarled.

"I don't need challenging, I know you'll fucking love it darling." Oh so he was confident, that made you feel even more turned on. The knot in your stomach tightened ever so slightly more when you felt a third finger fill you, he twisted his wrist around so he could fasten the pace, taking his spare hand to rub aggressively. You chanted his name several times, arching your back when your orgasm washed over you in the blink of an eye. "Yes, yes, yes!" Joe moaned out, feeling your pussy clench around his fingers as you released hard, your whole body going from stiff to jelly in a second. Joe was such a different person in the bedroom, he was out for serving a purpose and it was so clear he loved to satisfy. He knew exactly how to satisfy.

Joe was already undoing his belt and struggling out of his jeans and boxers before you could even say a word, your breathing coming back to a steady flow made you lose all ability to speak when you witnessed what he was packing. Not too big, just above average, thick and uncut, his tip shining with pre-cum from the excitement of pleasing you.

"About this challenge."

"I-I thought you didn't need c-challenging." Your body was still spasming from the orgasm, you could barely talk but you managed to snap back at this silly remark.

"I don't."

"Fuck me then."

Joe sat up on his knees stroking his fist over his cock, pumping it a couple of times watching you with wide eyes, the brown in them replaced with purely dilated pupils. "Please?"

"Fuck me." Joe hoisted your legs over his shoulders, hovering his cock at your entrance with a wicked smirk, clearing his breath to help you use your manners. "Please." You rolled your eyes.

"I'll roll them back for you if you carry on doing that." Joe slammed himself inside of you, stretching your tight hole and making you inhale a sharp breath. The smirk remained on his face as he adjusted himself, inch by inch being thrusted slowly out and then back in again.

"Your pussy feels so good, I might not last long. Fuck."

He couldn't help but begin to go hard straight away, feeling every part of the inside of you contracting around him, making moans fly out everywhere, bouncing off every wall of the hotel room. He clutched his hands to your thighs, keeping you at an angle which got the most noise out of you, rutting his hips back and fourth, balls slapping against your ass. His cock fucked into you so well that you felt another orgasm creeping up on you in record time, the power he had over you was second to none and he knew it. "Stop tensing or I'll cum." Joe growled. It gave fuelled the fire in you to keep clenching around him more and more. "You're such a naughty girl." He slammed into you hard, forcing a squeal right from the depths of your lungs. "Yes Y/N. Yes baby. That's it." You came all over his cock, tears seeping from the corner of your eyes from the over stimulation.

Joe pulled out at last minute, fisting his cock ferociously as his seed propelled out of him fast, his head fell back, lips parted as his own release flushed over him. You could see his chest rising and falling through his black t-shirt, his hand covered and your stomach and part of your dress now concealed in cum. Joe hopped off the bed and jogged into the bathroom to fetch something to clean you up, rushing out and throwing you a towel over to get off what you could.

"Challenge complete." Joe winked at you and you rolled your eyes again. "I told you to pack that in."

You stuck your tongue out at him childishly making him laugh. Joe fell to the side of you, still slightly out of breath from the antics that occurred just a moment ago. You threw the towel to the floor, disappearing into the bathroom for a moment to gloat to yourself. What the fuck, how the fuck and why the fuck? You were gleaming at yourself in the mirror, every nerve completely rid of now you were at this point. Today had undoubtedly been the greatest day of your life, but what was next? Would this just be a one night stand?

Slipping out of your messed up dress, you came back out of the bathroom and witnessed an obviously exhausted Joe's eyes struggling to stay open. "You staying here?" You tilted your head to the side as you watched a startled Joe look over at you, his brown eyes wide in a bizarre panic and back to their normal stature of beauty from the darkness that had previously took over them.

"If that's okay with you?" You both shared a sweet smile. "Of course."

You climbed into bed, Joe kicked his legs so that the sheets went downward so he could make a half arsed effort to take his t-shirt off and grab a hold of the sheets to pull over him. You turned onto your side facing away from him. "Goodnight then." You reached up to the switch beside the bed, turning out the light and then getting yourself into a comfortable enough position to get to sleep. You felt the shuffling of Joe coming closer, putting his arm over you as he adopted the part of big spoon, bringing you closer to his body. "Goodnight beautiful."

As the morning light seeped through the tiny gap in the curtains where you hadn't closed them properly, you woke slowly, your eyes peaking open as you turned over to face the other side of the bed, you were alone. Joe was gone. You called out his name to see if he was in the bathroom, to no avail, his clothes were gone from the side of the bed. You got out quickly, collecting your phone from your bag. It was past 9am and a little further down was a message from him; at least he hadn't completely ghosted you.

Joe: 'I didn't want to wake you beautiful, but I had to go to get to a meeting with my agent. I don't want this to be a one time thing. I want to see you again. I clearly made the right decision yesterday. Sorry, hope you understand.'

Your heart went from aching to melting in a millisecond.

'I clearly made the right decision'

You read it over and over again, smiling from ear to ear. Joe wasn't just some famous guy you crushed over now, he was plainly just a person you really wanted to know, you didn't care about his status, his fame or anything else but the real him and you were adamant that you would make it happen, even if you just remained friends. Who were you kidding, that's not an option.

You: 'That's okay. I thought you'd ran away. Have a great day. I'm leaving in two days so we haven't got long.'

Joe: 'I'll be back in a few hours. Get ready and we'll go get some food together. Let's make the most of the time we have.'

It's such a shame that it could end so quickly, with Joe's travelling and your normal life probably able to get in the way. But as he said, making the most of the time you do have together is the perfect answer, you were obviously on the same page and it felt so good to mutually agree that you were evidently into one another, you'd slept together for goodness sake. Focussing on the present was your main priority, who knows what the future may hold.

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Stinky Wants a Taste of Brad

(continuation of Fatso's New Bubble Butt)

“Hehe yeah Stinky you shoulda seen me in that fleshy, I was smokin!”, Fatso giggled. “Well ya gotta let me try him out! I wanna have a taste Fatso!”, Stinky replied.

It’s been a few weeks since Fatso had his fun inside Brad. He ended up being one of Fatso’s favorite fleshies and couldn’t get Brad off his mind.

“No can do Stinky, I’m keepin’ Brad all for myself hahah”, Fatso declared with a mischievous grin. “I’ll show you him though, and you can watch me hop inside how bout that”, he continued. With a groan, Stinky responded, “No fair. But okay… let’s give ol’ Brad a visit shall we?”. With that, Stinky followed Fatso as they flew over to Brad’s apartment.

Meanwhile at Brad’s apartment…

“Babe please I don’t know what happened to me, I literally don’t remember fucking a man? I’m not even gay I’d never do that?!”, Brad said while on the phone with his ex-girlfriend.

“Oh please stop with the lying, how many times do I have to tell you that I saw you with my own damn eyes! And you weren’t even shocked when I walked in!”, she responded.

Brad replies, “I’m telling you the truth! I woke up butt naked on the floor covered in jizz, maybe that guy broke in and knocked me out I have no idea?! I love you babe, I’d never fuck anyone else!”.

Brad pleaded again, ”Please, I can make it up to you!"

"Oh yeah? How’s that, hm?" she retorted.

A spark of excitement lit up Brad's eyes. "Meet me at my apartment in 2 hours; it’ll be a nice surprise!" he exclaimed with genuine enthusiasm.

"Okay fine, but this doesn’t mean we’re back together," she warned as she hangs up.

In Brad's kitchen, he was on a mission – chopping veggies, tossing herbs, and turning the joint into a homemade pasta sauce that smelled like heaven. And if that wasn't enough, he dived into making a wicked chocolate fondue for dessert. The whole place was a mix of savory and sweet, and Brad couldn't help but taste-test, knowing he was cooking up something special for her.

With the grub in the works, Brad tackled the apartment vibe. He queued up some smooth jazz, not too loud but enough to set the mood. Candles were everywhere, giving off a chill glow, and he threw together a cute table with flowers as the finishing touch. The whole scene screamed "I put thought into this." Brad stepped back, gave a nod of approval, crossing his fingers that this combo of tasty eats and a cozy setup would make her want to get back together with him.

Phasing through the walls of Brad's place, Stinky and Fatso found themselves smack in the middle of a cooking show. Brad was in full chef mode, making the kitchen smell like a foodie's dream. The ghostly duo went invisible and floated to a corner and observed him.

“Mmmm hubba hubba, Brad looks as delicious as ever!” Fatso exclaimed. “And look at all the food he made, all for me hehehe”, he giggled.

“Man Fatso you were right, he’s sexy as hell!” Stinky said.

“Told ya. Now just sit back and enjoy the show!” Fatso replied with a mischievous grin and immediately flew towards the chocolate fondue and phased into it.

“She’s gonna love this!” Brad smiled admiring his work. All the sudden the fondue started bubbling viscously. “What the hell?” Brad said confused as he walked over to it.

Scratching his head, Brad eyed the bubbly fondue skeptically. "Okay, this is definitely not supposed to be happening," he muttered while he brought his face closer to it. As he grabbed a spoon to investigate, Fatso, now within the chocolate mix, couldn't resist a cheeky remark.

"Heh, hope you like your fondue with a touch of ghostly ecto, Brad!" Fatso's voice boomed as his head popped out of the fondue. “What the FUCK?!”, Brad yelled. Just as he opened his mouth to scream, Fatso pulled his fat ghostly body out of the fondue and flew straight for his open mouth. “Comin’ through braddy-boy!”, he yelled before his head plopped into Brad’s mouth. “MMmmph!” came out of Brad’s mouth as it was stuffed with Fatso. Brad was backing up as Fatso fit more and more of his body inside Brad’s mouth and down his throat. Eventually he backed into his couch which caused him to fall and sit down on it.

Brad moaned as the last bit of Fatso’s tail slurped into his mouth with a *fwwoop*. Brad’s body immediately started shaking and jiggling on the couch as Fatso started taking over. His limbs flew out and in as Fatso inflated into them. While this was going on, Stinky appeared above them and smiled. “It’s always nice watching a sexy fleshy get possessed hahah”, he cackled. But what Fatso didn’t know was that Stinky had his own plan.

As Fatso was busy trying to possess Brad, Stinky flew down and pulled down Brad’s pants and underwear, revealing his juicy dick and jiggling balls. “Mmmm those look delicious fleshy! I don’t care what Fatso said, I NEED to have a taste!”, he exclaimed before diving straight for his cock and sliding up his dick slit. Brad’s body was still shaking as Fatso was taking over. Once Stinky got all the way inside, he sabotaged Fatso’s possession attempt.

“Stinky?! What are you doing in here? He’s mine!”, Fatso shouted.

“Sorry Fatso but Brad was just too good to pass up, you’re gonna have to share!”, Stinky replied with a mischievous tone.

Stinky started overpowering Fatso and began to shove him down away from Brad’s head towards his crotch. A gigantic bulge moved downwards, as his pecs inflated then deflated, and continued downwards inflating then deflating his stomach, and finally moving down into Brad’s dick and balls, making them huge. As Fatso’s body shifted, Stinky took the opportunity to fully take over.

Brad’s body, still shaking, was lifted off the couch as his muscles were spasming, legs flailing, dick and balls jiggling. Suddenly a loud *boom* sound was heard as Brad’s body stopped shaking, and his head lifted with a grin.

“Ahhhh oh yeah baby”, Stinky moaned, fully in control of Brad. He quickly took off Brad’s shirt, leaving him fully naked in the middle of the living room. He walked into the bathroom in front of the mirror and admired his naked body in all its glory. Suddenly his cock and balls jiggled slightly, bringing his attention to them.

“Damn it Stinky, you’re so wrong for that!” Fatso said inside Brad’s inflated crotch. “I always get the fat guy so I just wanted to have a thin fleshy all to myself!”, he continued.

“Haha sorry Fatso, maybe next time! Just enjoy the ride down there, it’ll be great!”, Stinky replied as he gripped his gigantic fatso-filled cock and balls.

Stinky noticed the shower was on. Looks like Brad was getting ready to hop in, luckily it was already all nice and hot. As Stinky stepped inside, he moaned as he felt the hot water cover his body. “Ahhh this feels great fleshy!”, he says as he feels up his muscles.

“Ya know what Stinky, it does feel pretty nice in here hehe”, Fatso giggles as he gets more comfortable being situated inside Brad’s crotch. He stops tensing his body as it relaxes, causing Brad’s cock and balls to bulge out more, while some of his ectoplasm briefly slips into his ass making it inflate for a sec. Stinky spends the next few minutes enjoying having full control over Brad.

It was a bit squishy for Fatso, so eventually part of his tail slips out of Brad’s dick, before Fatso sucks it back in with a *pop*. Stinky giggles while turning off the shower, grabbing a towel, and walking out. He dries himself off and walks into the living room, immediately being hit with the aroma of the delicious food Brad made earlier.

“Mmm YUMBO! We gotta taste that grub Stinky!”, Fatso said from Brad’s cock.

“Hmmm fine, but right after I wanna play with this guy’s dick. Plus, you’re making it extra nice and thick, big guy!” Stinky explained.

Stinky walks their body to the food and starts shoving handfuls of it down his throat. “This tastes amazing!”, Stinky says. “Mmmm it really does! This fleshy knows how to cook hahah” Fatso laughs. Even though he’s not in control, he can still taste and feel everything Stinky does.

After a few more minutes of stuffing his face, Stinky eyes the fondue. He grabs the bowl and brings it over to the couch. He sits down and pours the chocolate all over his naked body. It coats his meaty pecs and inflated crotch as it drips down is thighs and legs. His cock quickly inflates into a hard on, prompting Stinky to grip it tight as he begins to stroke it.

“Oh fuck yes!”, Stinky moans as he strokes his dick, using the chocolate as lube. It feels especially good for Fatso, since he’s the one directly inside it. “Ughh hell yeah Stinky this feels incredible!”, Fatso says as Stinky strokes.

After a little over an hour of edging, Stinky and Fatso’s cock bulges before it starts spewing a mix of fatso’s ectoplasm and Brad’s cum all over their body and the floor, getting mixed with the chocolate fondue. Stinky scoops it off his chocolate covered chest and licks it all up.

“Wow! Who woulda thought this combination would taste so amazing!” Stinky said as he swallowed.

Suddenly they hear a knock at the door.

“I wonder who that is? Maybe it’s one of his sexy fleshy friends hahah” Fatso giggles. They get up off the couch, covered in cum and chocolate, and walk to the door and open it.

“Hey Br-… what the FUCK?!”, Brad’s girlfriend says as she sees Brad naked, semi-hard, and covered in chocolate and his manly spunk.

“Who the hell are you fleshy?” Stinky asks her.

“What the hell do you mean? Why the fuck are you covered in chocolate? You’re disgusting!” she yells.

“It’s not that bad bone bag! Come on, give it a taste, it’s incredible!”, Stinky says as he scoops another chunk of the chocolate-spunk mixture off his dick and puts it towards her mouth.

“Eww gross! Get away from me you freak!” she yells as she pushes his hand away and backs up. “I knew this was gonna be stupid! Don’t ever call me again, we’re done!”, she exclaims.

“Ohh Stinky I forgot, that’s Brad’s girl-.. sorry ex-girlfriend. I remember her from last time hahah”, Fatso tells Stinky.

“Ohh gotcha!”, Stinky replies.

“Sorry lady, this sexy ass is reserved for dick haha”, Stinky cackles as he turns around and spreads his cheeks showing his hole. A huge puff of his stench poofs out of it right into her face making her gag. She quickly runs away with a trail of Stinky’s stench following her.

Stinky and Fatso laugh together as they shut the door. “Speaking of dick, we need to get this ass plowed before the night ends!” Stinky tells Fatso.

“Agreed!”, Fatso replies as he recharges Brad’s cock and balls again, making his dick reach full mast, reaching a whopping 10 inches. This prompts Stinky to download grindr on Brad’s phone… again.

To be continued?...

#gay ghost possession #gay possession #ghostly trio #male body possession #male possession #ghostly trio possession

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birdiewriteslit · 1 year

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i love everything you write so so much! 🫶💗would you consider writing more for warren? maybe a pt 2 to the engagement or honestly literally anything, i just love him but not a lot of people write for him LOL

yeah, i can totally do that! the lack of djats fanfics is criminal lol (also sorry it took a bit to respond. i’m still recovering and i had this queued to post yesterday and it just like didn’t?? so i’m begging with tumblr for that)

“summer wedding”

warren rhodes x fem!reader

part 2 to “engagement”

disclaimer last time i went to a wedding i was five years old so i’m making shit up also i don’t care if it doesn’t fit the show timeline bc i can’t be bothered to do research

kinda short and not proofread

You glanced anxiously out the open window. Gray clouds were beginning to fill the sky as the breeze picked up. You fidgeted with the ring on your finger while watching the waves become rougher.

“Would you sit still?” Camila said, trying to effectively braid your hair.

“Do you think it’s gonna rain?” You asked, still staring outside.

Camila turned her head to look at Karen for support, who sat on your bed. “Probably,” she said.

“Karen!” Camila scolded.

“What? I’m being honest.” She smoothed out her silk dress that matched Camila’s. “This is nice bedding, by the way. I really love what you’ve done with this place. Thank God he couldn’t convince you to live on that boat.”

You ended your staring contest with the ocean and met her eyes in the vanity mirror. “I compromised with a house on the water. It’s beautiful, but I am deathly afraid of hurricanes.”

“Well that’s unfortunate because it looks like one is upon us,” Karen said, reaching over to the nightstand for the champagne bottle. She refilled her glass and sipped it, looking smug.

“Are you drunk already?” Camila asked, a bit annoyed. “The wedding starts in an hour.”

“I sure hope not. You two are the only bridesmaids who are currently here. Not sure where Daisy is,” you said worriedly.

“She’ll show up later,” Camila assured, not sounding too confident herself. “And I’m not a bridesmaid, I’m the maid of honor.” She tied your hair off with a white ribbon and smiled proudly at you in the mirror.

Karen stood up from the bed and bent down to hug you from behind. She rested her head on your shoulder. “You look so beautiful, Y/n.”

You let a breathy laugh escape your lips as they drew into a wide smile. You brought your hand up to rest on her forearm. “Thank you, both of you. I’m so happy you’re here.” You felt your eyes well up unexpectedly.

Camila was quick to bring a tissue to your face. “Don’t go crying on us now,” she said, kneeling down to dab it under your eyes. “You know we’ll cry too.”

You laughed through your nose and smiled broadly. “I know.”

Karen pulled her arms away from your body to pat your shoulders. “Shall we get the dress?”

Camila nodded with excitement and rushed to the bathroom where your dress was hanging up. Karen followed close behind.

You turned to look at yourself in the mirror. You sniffled and wiped your nose with the tissue Camila left in your hand. God, you were so emotional.

Three weeks ago, Warren was proposing to you on the beach, and now you were going to marry him in the same spot. It felt like a dream. None of this felt real, but all of it was happening.

Karen and Camila came back to the room, Karen holding the dress, and Camila holding onto Daisy’s arm.

“Daisy!” you exclaimed. “You’re here.” You stood from your seat and pulled her into a hug.

“Of course, I’m here. What? Did you think I wasn’t coming?”

You grimaced. “Do you want me to answer that honestly?”

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. “No, I really don’t.”

Karen laid the dress out on your bed. Camila took Daisy’s dress off of the hanger and left the room with the other two women, closing the door behind them.

You removed your clothes and slipped into your wedding dress. The sleeves were long and were draped off the shoulders. The flowing skirt billowed onto the floor.

You stared at yourself in the mirror. “Camila!” you called.

She came rushing in seconds later. “What? Is something wrong?” A hand flew to her mouth. “Oh, my God. It’s so perfect.”

She grabbed your hands and whirled you around so she could take in the dress. “You are the most beautiful bride,” she said after a moment of studying the white fabric.

Her bright smile matched your own as she said, “Let’s go get you hitched.”

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The ceremony was better than you could have imagined. It was small, with only immediate family and close friends attending.

Chairs were set up on the beach in front of your new house. It was windy, but the breeze wasn’t chilling. You were still a bit concerned about the possibility of rain.

The moment you saw Warren down that aisle all your worries floated away. He looked astonishing in that white suit. He grinned at you like he knew you were nervous. He was too, but there was no doubt in his mind he was making the right decision when he saw you in that dress.

You said “I do” on the same sand he asked you to marry him on. The priest barely finished pronouncing you husband and wife before Warren was kissing you with a ferocity that made your knees weak.

You were overwhelmed with happiness during the reception. You almost burst into tears when Eddie and Camila gave their speeches.

Everyone was dancing around your backyard under the soft light of the lanterns decorating the sky.

It was so beautiful. Everything was perfect, and you were beyond ready to start the rest of your life with your husband.

#birdiewriteslit #daisy jones and the six #daisy jones #daisy jones x reader #djats #warren rhodes #daisy jones & the six #daisy jones fanfic #dj&ts #warrenrojas #warren rhodes x reader #warren rojas x reader #warren rhodes fanfiction #warren rojas #warrenrhodes #camila dunne #karen sirko

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reflectismo · 1 year

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Wonfor's memory is that he was asked down to Sussex to discuss the film [documentary about the making of Paul’s Flaming Pie album] with McCartney, and that when he arrived at the house, John Hammel pointed him in the right direction.

"He said, 'Geoff, just carry on through the woods and you'll find him.' So I started to walk. He had an axe over his shoulder and a floppy jumper on, and boots. He was just building a fire, and his face went down, blowing the flames, so he had a sooty face. We sat on a log, and he opened up a can of John Smith's ale between us. And it was a wonderful talk which I’ll remember for the rest of my life. I think that was the best day of my working life, although it wasn't really working – we were just talking, siting by a fire, and chatting. I had to talk to him about the documentary, but we talked about everything. He said it reminded him of him and John sitting down in the woods having a smoke, having a cigarette, when John and him were sagging off school. But the only difference was, these were his woods ... I queued for thirty-nine hours in the sixties to see him at the City Hall. I never dreamed that I'd be sitting on a log next to him having a can of John Smith's."

"That's what I always do," McCartney explains now. "It's very nice to be in the middle of the woods with a fire and a can of John Smith's. My kind of thing. It's not like you're just going to get wasted and all get crazy with a whole bottle of Scotch or something. It's just a little can of beer, so it just takes the edge off. It's nice. Civilised."

— From the Flaming Pie Deluxe Edition Essay Book (2020)

#Paul McCartney #Flaming Pie #Geoff Wonfor #The Beatles #(Hello…it’s me. Just popping in to share this lovely excerpt.)#(And the pictures. The pictures are nice too.)#(Been a while)

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- YOU’RE MINE -

Summary: While you daydreamed about his face an ocean apart, he had no idea what yours was about to do to him. With a twist of fate and the heat of summer, a new relationship would completely ransack his heart - Everyday heavy with the thought of one another, neither of you were going to let the unexpected love of your life go. You were going to be his, you were his, and you were going to stay his.

Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestion, smut (unprotected sex,) mentions of pregnancy, love bombing, occasionally sad, kind of angsty, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: I hope you like it! There will definitely be more parts (don’t know how many just yet though.)

INDEX

Chapter 25 - ‘You’re Mine’

You laid outside in the sun as the time started to tick by and get closer to when you needed to pack up and head to the airport. The whole group was flying back together including the Birmingham boys so it would be a little bit more interesting of a flight home but you’d worry about Lauren’s love life later because right now you stared at a messy room you needed to somehow get back into your bags. You lazily threw your stuff back in your suitcase sitting on the floor of your room while Trent laid doing nothing on the bed just following your movements.

“Baby…” he cooed, laughing a little watching you move around struggling with your packing.

“Yeah huh?” You sang back trying to sit on your suitcase now for it to close.

“Need help?” He raised his eyebrow looking at you with a sly smile. He laughed a little more as you pulled at the zipper.

“Ermm… maybe, yeah, T.” You giggled back at him sheepishly, embarrassed trying to pull the zipper again and failing so you stood up and stared back at him with a little pout.

“Alright c’mon move, let me do it.” He giggled when you sat down on the silver rimowa pressing it closed. You ran your hands up Trent’s toned legs as he stood next to you leaned over to zip it. You hummed feeling his muscles underneath your hands. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, you’re very sexy, T.” You squeezed both your hands on his strong thighs igniting a fire in your stomach. God, he looked so good all the time and the shorts he was currently in were just doing something for you. You kissed his skin softly before he reached under your arms and pulled you up to stand.

“C’mere.” He grunted picking you up. “All set, pretty girl.” He winked, pulling your body into him. “Gotta get going soon. Gonna miss it here?” He cooed swaying back and forth with you in his arms humming.

“Thank you. Errmm I don’t know you know…” you thought a little bit more about your holiday. It started off so terribly (thank you Chase) but it ended so wonderful in the encasement of Trent’s scent as his hands caressed your stomach dreaming of getting started on your baby journey. “I think I’m happy to be going home. Want to be back in our little world. Miss the dogs” you giggled. “What about you, baby?”

“Don’t know, will miss you in those little bikinis.” He cheekily smiled at you, imagining you in a lot less clothing then you were currently in. You were in a little cropped baby tee and trousers. His fingers came to hook around the belt loops pulling at the material and you some.

“I can still wear those at home, T… we do have a pool. It’s summer.” You giggled stepping out of his embrace walking to the dresser to your tote bag filled with all your flight essentials again to double check for your passport. He followed you and pressed his chest against your back. His hands drifting down your sides and then in between you two to squeeze your ass cheeks.

“Yeah… well I expect to see that immediately. Alright?” You just hummed in response rolling your head back giving him more room to come and kiss your neck and that he did.

You jogged up the stairs off the tarmac to board the plane followed by Trent holding your bag kindly as you giggled with Lauren. After take off he sent you a wink queuing you to scurry over to him to cuddle and get more comfortable. Your lips were glued to him the second you sat down just loving kissing and sucking on his neck subtly in your own world. All the boys were exhausted from the late night, half were asleep but it seemed Marcel was up keeping an eye on Lauren’s moves. You clocked it but when Trent’s hands caressed your skin under your top you lost the ability to focus quickly.

“I love you, baby. Can’t wait to get you home.” Trent whispered in your ear as his hands started to slip lower and lower before playing with the waistband of your trousers. His fingers slid underneath it and started to get awfully close to your core. God, if you weren’t on the plane with his little brother and closest friends you would’ve let him keep going but you grabbed at his wrist giggling trying not to push your core down any further on his lap and change your own mind.

“Baby, baby, baby… can’t do that to me right now.” You said placing kisses on his neck still just now with a sly smile knowing he wanted you.

“Then you…” he said, pulling his body further away from you. Distancing your faces, so he could look you dead in the eye. “You cannot keep sucking on my neck like that. Driving me mad, beautiful. Not being very fair.” His face was serious. He moved quick to come and suck on your neck dramatically mocking what you were doing to him then pulling away. You couldn’t suppress your giggle very well at the wet feeling of his lips and inadvertently drew the attention of Lauren. She rolled her eyes and shook her head at you two before standing up and walking over to the seat that was facing you and Trent. She sat and pulled her legs up close to her body, settling in.

“Soooooo…” she cooed, eyes widening with smugness.

“What?” You giggled as Trent squeezed your waist tightly placing his head on your shoulder. He looked at Lauren with inquiry.

“No, no, nothing. Just was curious about a little rumour I’ve been hearing about.” She smirked, raising her eyebrows. Okay, so you definitely confided in Lauren plenty of times about how you were thinking about a baby with Trent but seemingly she and George had had their own conversation about the insights they had gotten from both of you separately and now compiled them to make one narrative. In turn, she was awfully excited to hear you were going home to ‘start’ according to him.

“A rumour huh?” Trent asked curiously as his hand instinctively rubbed over your exposed stomach.

“Yeah T… a rumour and I’m pretty sure you’re thinking about it right now.” Lauren said somehow even more smug watching his big hands move over your soft, currently empty and flat tummy. You shook your head with a smile at their little back and forth banter.

“Shhhh.” You shushed Lauren. “This is an us thing… not an everybody thing, besides you are in a much more interesting situation I’m curious to know about.” You giggled.

“More interesting than having a…” she started to talk but Trent cut her off.

“Lauren… we’ll let you know, alright?” He laughed dismissing the conversation. “Y/N’s right, what’s the play? If you sit with either of them on this flight… I mean, is that you choosing?” Trent pushed wanting to know if Lauren had made some sort of decision between Jude and Marcel.

“No! Not choosing. We’re all fine. They’re just different people. Provide different things” She laughed, dropping her head in her hands. Lauren was rarely embarrassed so you were surprised to see her flustered by this.

“Well let’s see what they think! Go find out Laur and we’ll watch. We can put a wager on it. Inflight entertainment.” You giggled looking over Lauren to see Jude on his phone, unaware you were about to use him in a game.

“Watch what? They aren’t going to do anything on the plane.” Lauren laughed again, Trent joining her both knowing that Jude and Marcel would most definitely not be opposed to doing something on the plane.

“Go sit with each of them and if they kiss you, make a move, whatever… which I know both of them will try then hmmm you owe me £100 and if they don’t like you think, I don’t know, you win something and ultimately then we know who's interested.” You shrugged squinting at her then peered around the plane to find where Marcel had gone.

“Fine.” She smiled deviously. “They won’t, so when I win… I get to be first to know, you two have to tell me first and you can name her Lauren.” She smiled big.

“I’ll give you the first bit, draw the line at the name.” You giggled. Watching Lauren get up from her seat as Trent pressed a kiss to your cheek. She walked over and sat on a couch pretending to mind her own business when she worked her normal charm throwing a soft smile at Marcel. It wasn’t long before he came over and sat next to Lauren. She slyly slouched in her seat a little more to lean her body onto his. You watched him lean over and whisper in her ear. She giggled and gently shut her eyes clearly enjoying whatever he had to say. Her hand sliding up his thigh.

“Yeah, this is between you two, I don’t want to watch this.” Trent said, grabbing his iPad to start playing a game. He felt nauseous watching Marcel put in work on any girl, let alone Lauren. You laughed and nodded, pressing a sensual kiss on his neck. He pulled away from you and gave you a stern look.

“Sorry!” You whispered shyly. “It’s a habit.” You joked looking back at Lauren who was whispering some sort of response in Marcel’s ear. You held your stare a little longer until she started to plant kisses on his skin working down his neck. You rolled your eyes. She couldn’t help herself. She lost the bet within the first round but it was a little funny. She clearly had some type of feelings for the boy. Marcel got up to go play a game with George and Lauren stood up to go to the bathroom a while later on. When she walked down the aisle it took little to no time at all for Jude to pull at her waist. She stumbled a little bit and ended up in his lap. His lips were on her bare shoulder almost immediately.

“When do you leave England?” He whispered as she squirmed trying to settle the horny monster Marcel had ignited in her.

“Few hours after we land, you?” She cooed now trying to look forward and ignore his advances.

“Same, so come with me instead.” Jude commanded with a particularly seductive bite to the nape of her neck. Lauren had a hard time stifling a gasp.

“Come with you where?” She smiled a little at the idea of going anywhere with him right now. Jude played her like a fiddle. It was so easy for him and she loved being played with.

“Just come to Spain, yeah? I’ll move your flight, you can head home after you spend the week with me there.” Her eyes widened at the offer. She was shocked he was trying to continue this past holiday. It confused her more, she really had dug herself quite a hole.

“I can’t…” she started talking when his hands caressed her soft skin higher and higher up her leg causing Lauren to quickly change her mind. “Fine, but we can’t tell anyone, they’ll make a big deal out of it.” She turned to face Jude a little taken aback for a moment forgetting his prominent bone structure.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He hushed her. You shook your head unaware of the plans being made and diverted your attention back to the silly little game Trent was playing and cuddled some more into him. He hummed at your touch.

“What are we going to do?” Lauren whispered to Jude needing a little more information. He moved his lips behind her ear some and then spoke.

“What I want to do right now but can’t.” She just nodded trying to downplay her excitement. Lauren clearly lost the bet so you sent her a Venmo request. ‘Make up your mind 😘’ you teased. You settled in more and fell asleep on Trent’s chest. You have no idea what everyone else did during the rest of the flight but you began to wake up to sweet kisses all over your face as the plane started to descend. You smiled and shuffled a little in his lap and picked up your phone, finally starting to get better service and opened Instagram mindlessly. Your eyes widened and you felt sick.

“Baby…? You okay, beautiful?” Trent cooed in your ear seeing your expression change, your body go stiff. You didn’t respond as you clutched your phone. You looked down at your notifications practically about to break your phone. You went to your profile and saw your measly 5,000 followers massed to over 250k since the time you had taken off in Greece.

“T…” you mumbled. You held up your phone for him to look.

“Oh wow… well, that’s sort of what you wanted, innit?” He joked trying to lessen the shock with some humor but your look of concern didn’t budge.

“T…” you groaned looking at him wide eyed.

“Alright, alright, it’s fine. Let’s put your instagram on private for now till we can talk to Tyler.” He told you kindly with a kiss to your forehead before grabbing your phone to do it for you.

“Y/N…” Lauren sheepishly called out from further down the plane. You picked your head up to look at her. “My instagram is being ransacked right now… my DMs are going insane with people asking for information about you.” She talked lowly. You winced hearing it. Trent felt your body shudder so he spoke before you did.

“Laur, I hate to do this, but can you just not respond to anything until we figure out what we’re doing?” Trent hesitantly asked her, feeling horrible about monitoring someone else's actions on social media.

“No, no, course.” Lauren cooed unphased but she saw your face drop more. “It’s gonna be fine. You were a public profile to begin with Y/N. You were never hiding. Try not to worry!” She said reminding you of the facts, walking over to you to give you a hug.

“Baby, our relationship was never a secret. Hmm? Lauren’s right, it's all gonna be fine.” He pressed a kiss to your temple. You just hummed, switching off your phone and throwing it in your bag before you hid your face in his neck. His hands stroked up and down your spine. As you calmed, Trent slyly texted Tyler giving him a heads up about the arising situation. He wasn’t thrilled but as expected he had it sorted and would handle it. You landed safely back in England. It was a sunny warm welcome, despite feeling like there was a cloud over your head at the moment. You stood on the ground hugging Trent’s waist, your head pressed against him as George explained something about airplanes to the group. You don’t really know what he was on about, your head was completely gone at the minute. The only thing keeping you sane was Trent’s hands on your skin and the thought of being back in your bed. Lauren walked over to you wheeling her suitcase and pinched at your waist.

“Gonna miss me?” She cooed with a soft smile.

“What will I do for entertainment now?” You cheekily responded, returning the soft smile. “Do you want us to help you get to your gate or anything?” You asked sweetly, pulling your head off Trent.

“No, no, erm… I’m good. I actually think.” Lauren was cut off by an interrupting Jude.

“You wanna get going?” He whispered as his big hand gripped her tiny waist. She smiled greedily up at him, he returned the lustful look while you and Trent’s eyes widened.

“Okay…” you said, breaking their moment. Trent’s brows furrowed looking at them with confusion. You both were a little confused when they made such a big plan to leave together.

“I haven’t been to Spain in ages. It’s nothing!” She poorly tried to defend herself. She didn’t need to defend herself to begin with but in any case she did it poorly.

“The entertainment continues…” You joked rolling your eyes at her. “Call me, okay?” Giving her a bone crushing hug. You were somewhat surprised at Marcel's indifference to Lauren at the moment but then again you didn’t really understand their whole thing from the start. I guess she was right, it was ‘all fine.’ You said your goodbyes to everyone else gradually and nestled into the back of the car with Trent. When you finally pulled down your drive Trent asked if you would go open the front door while he got the bags. You obliged and dragged your very tired body up to it. You made it inside and he followed. Even though it was a pet peeve of yours you just let Trent drop the bags at the front door, leaving them there for now.

“Baby…” you pouted your lips a little.

“Yeah?” He smiled but was equally as tired as you so it was soft.

“I’m glad we’re home…” You said walking towards him then running your hands over his chest dragging your nails along the fabric of his shirt.

“Me too.” He cooed, pressing a kiss on your neck. He always managed to find the most sensitive spot every time and it made your heart beat faster. You purred as his hands ghosted over your skin. The only thing in your mind at the moment was the feeling of his hands trailing down your back, squeezing your ass. He gripped underneath it lifting you up. You gasped a little and wrapped your legs around him. Your arms came to drape around his neck. Since the plane ride when he had his hands practically down your trousers you had built up a lot of need for him throughout the day. He walked you into your living room. He sat back down onto the couch. His legs wide and a glint in his eyes.

“I love you so much” you whispered close to his face. “I want to be close to you, T” You shifted in his hold, grinding down on his lap. He was perfect and you wanted him. You cupped his face and pulled his lips to yours as you straddled him. Any semblance of composure you had was gone as you moaned into his mouth the moment your lips pressed against each other. He tasted amazing, he always had such a sweet flavor to him. The kiss was passionate, hot, heavy, and moving towards messy. He pulled away for a torturous moment to pull his shirt off over his head. You lifted your arms and he dragged your shirt off after his. He slid his hands around your waist slowly and gripped your ass cheeks eliciting another moan from you. He stripped the remainder of your clothes and looked at you completely naked on top of him. He licked his lips before he dropped his head, leaning you back, putting his lips onto one of your tits. He grazed your nipple with his teeth before nibbling and sucking on it.

“T..” You moaned again feeling his lips on you as you arched your back. You leaned into him further pushing your pulsing core down onto his hard cock. He was the one moaning now at the sensation of your wet pussy on him. You could feel Trent get harder and harder underneath you.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so perfect. Your tits are so perfect. God, you’re fucking gorgeous.” He rambled lost, pulling away from your boobs for a moment mesmerized. He knew he was completely whipped. He was obsessed with you and definitely obsessed with your body. You continued to roll your hips down on him but allowed him to take control of you. You liked him to take control. Trent switched boobs, making sure to give each the same treatment. Moments like this felt like a dream, a fever dream, a fever dream you never ever wanted to wake up from. Not now, not ever.

“T, you’re so good. Oh my god. I love you. You feel so good.” You rambled just the same back. Your eyelids felt heavy. You smiled at him incredibly turned on. He looked at you and he thought he could cum just seeing the beautiful lustful expression on your face.

“No one else is ever allowed to touch you, baby. You’re fucking all mine.” You gasped at his possessiveness and the feeling of his cock abruptly sliding inside your wet pussy. You slowly but gradually sank down on Trent’s length. The sounds your slick made were so lewd, squelch after squelch. It was tedious and repetitive. You grinded forward rubbing your clit against him. Suddenly he spanked your ass hard and you felt yourself get much wetter. You could only nod your head at Trent’s statement. Your breaths were growing rapid. After tantalizing minutes, you started feeling your orgasm coming. The sound of his cock pulping in and out of you brought you that much closer to the edge. When he moved his thumb to play with your clit you could only feel pleasure, numb to everything else happening in the world except him; in front of you now. The pressure in your stomach started to build up. Your toes curled. His upwards thrusts started to falter, you rutting back and forth against him got sloppy. He stared up at you with dilated pupils sucking his teeth before you felt his cock twitch a little. “Want to get you pregnant, baby.” He begged into your ear. His raspy low voice sent pleasure coursing through your body. He knew the words would set you on fire. He leaned his face closer to you when his hands feverishly pulled you into a messy kiss. He pumped his cock into so deep your eyes began to water. You stared at him with so much love in your eyes, it felt like such an intimate moment. Trent felt the same. Like his cock, Trent felt his heart could burst at any moment. He loved you so much, loved you desperately.

“Want you to fill me up, T. Please please get me pregnant. Let me cum all over your cock while you cum inside me please.” You whined begging and babbling. Trent’s thrusts became erratic, both your highs approaching fast. Your eyes rolled back. Your legs spread on top of him were quivering.

“Oh fuck, baby. Holy shit. I’m gonna cum, baby. I love you fuck ffuck.” He stuttered as you squeezed his cock. He shuddered and you felt your pussy spasm around him. You dug your nails into his skin leaving little crescent marks on his tan body. He pumped you full of his cum, grunting. You clenched tighter taking every bit of him, so much you felt it oozing out of you. He thrusted a few more times slow and languid as you both finished. He laid his head on your tits tired. You were both exhausted, panting, he grabbed your body to be even closer together. You stayed clung to him for some time just happy in his embrace. Over an hour later though you found yourself still naked on the couch with him. You laid cuddled on his chest breathing a little better now. Your previously sweaty body stuck to his skin was starting to cool as his hands moved over your back drawing shapes. You nuzzled your face into the nape of his neck humming at his scent and warmth.

“I like this” Trent spoke softly and vaguely. You didn’t move your head, you just hummed again but with more of a curious tone so he answered you. “You… naked, in our home, alone, with me… I like it just like this.” He murmured quietly, placing a kiss in your hair. His hands moved a little slower up your spine. You couldn’t help but smile at how perfect he was. How safe he made you feel, how much better he had made your life.

“I love you.” You whispered into his skin.

“I love you more” he echoed you. His voice vibrated his chest a little beneath you. The sound of his voice lulled you into further bliss. He was your whole world. You moved ever so slightly to lay down, still on top of him but just a little more snuggly with your head on his chest tucked under a blanket. He held you in comfortable silence on the couch loving being back home with you.

“Are you happy, T?” You broke that silence. Trent closed his eyes softly smiling at your question. Sometimes he couldn’t wrap his head around how sweet you were. You asked questions so innocently when you genuinely wanted to know about something and it made his heart skip a beat. You were so kind and so perfect for him. He felt it the first time he met you that he just wanted to take care of you, protect you, love you. God, did he love you. He loved you so much it made him sick sometimes imagining that you both had lives without each other before.

“With you in my arms, absolutely.” He responded to you softly. You giggled a little, your cheeks filling and going a little pink. You nuzzled in a little further and he pulled you tighter to him, giving you another kiss.

“You’re cheesy.” You kept giggling. He loved to hear you laugh. The house was quiet and the sound of your bubbling laugh warmed his heart. He wanted this, this moment, this sound, this girl, this feeling forever.

“Honest too” he cooed back at you, pressing another kiss to you. He laughed a little, bringing his hand up your spine to the back of your neck. His hand wrapping under your jaw, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “Are you happy?” He asked hesitantly because he was so happy in this moment he didn’t want to entertain the possibility that you weren’t feeling what he was but deep down he knew he made you as happy so he asked anyway.

“In your arms…” you teased, kissing his wrist. You fluttered your eyes open to look up at him through your eyelashes when he started moving you.

“Funny… C’mere” he rolled his eyes at you mocking him and rolled your body over as he sat up right, leaning back into the couch cushions. He pulled you to sit in between his legs, your back to his chest. You got more settled as he slipped his hands around your waist, his big hands coming to rub your stomach. He kissed behind your ear before he placed his chin on your shoulder. “You want a girl or boy?” He spoke quietly into your ear as you nestled back into him. Your hands over his on your stomach.

“Just a baby is good by me… I’d like to get there first.” You laughed a little at your own joke but hummed feeling his warm hands on you then again thinking about the sex you just had possibly leading to a baby.

“Yeah but I’m imagining it. What’d you call it? Manifesting, innit?” He talked a little faster now coming out of an orgasmic haze. You laughed at him trying to talk about manifestations when you had mentioned it maybe only once before. It was cute he listened so carefully though. He sat up a little further and pulled your body with him.

“Yeah, that’s it. Manifesting.” You giggled more. “I don’t care though ultimately but in any case I wouldn’t be upset if they looked just like you, pretty boy.” You cooed, bringing your hand up behind you to stroke his cheek.

“Oh Yeah?” He smiled flattered by your touch and your words. “I don’t know, baby, I think I want them to look mostly like you. You’re beautiful. I like your nose…” he thought a little more quietly. “I like your eyes…your… I like” he kept rambling random body parts as you started to feel more and more sleepy, you could only hear every couple words when his voice just started to fade out, your eyes closing. Trent wrapped his strong arms around you and held a kiss to your head as he held you tightly as the night crept in. Trent carried you upstairs sweetly. He tucked you into your bed gently before climbing in himself and pulling you into his embrace.

“So so perfect, baby. Want to have you forever” he whispered into your hair. “Love you so much” He continued through a yawn bringing your body tighter to his before he fell asleep with his head nestled in the nape of your neck.

You woke up when you heard Trent’s phone continually ringing on the bedside table. You pressed your lips to his bare chest trying to wake him up softly with a kiss.

“Baby?” You cooed, sliding your hand from its current place on his abs up towards his shoulders. Your hand squeezed him a little as you spoke again. “T, your phone.” He shifted a little beneath you and let out a moan but just pulled you closer to him not opening his eyes any. His phone rang again. The noise was starting to drive you crazy and it confused you how it didn’t seem to bother him in the slightest. “Sleepy boy… can I at least see who it is?” He hummed a yeah.

“Just answer f’me, baby.” He moaned. You nodded and reached over him and grabbed his phone coming to lay on his chest again with the phone to your ear. You answered and it was Tyler. Suddenly the reminder of your sudden Instagram exposure pinged in your head.

“I’ll be there in like 15, alright?” Tyler's voice muffled through the speaker against your ear. Trent started to wake up, his hands inching down your body until he was palming your ass. Kneading it. His lips were on your neck. You lost track of any thoughts you had in your head. You let out a silent gasp when he nibbled a little on your neck.

“Hang up the phonnnee.” He groaned in an incredibly sexy morning voice. You heard Tyler say your name again through the phone when you didn’t respond.

“Yeah, yeah, see you then.” You barely got out the words in a squeaky voice flustered under Trent’s touch. You found yourself 30 minutes later heavily breathing under Trent. He had 5 missed calls from Tyler who was now unimpressed sitting at your kitchen island.

“Sorry, mate!” Trent said, jogging down the stairs, seeing Tyler slouched on his phone waiting impatiently.

“You’re not, but it’s all good, bro. You alright?” Tyler spoke, rolling his eyes, turning to see Trent pull a t-shirt over his head rushed as he came into the room.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Definitely good.” Trent cooed while walking around the island to the refrigerator with a silly smile on his face after his morning with you.

“Yeah? I’m sure.” Tyler quipped. “Y/N coming down? He asked looking at Trent who grabbed a water and was chugging it down. He gasped a little as he finished it

“Think so.” Trent said just as he saw you come gliding down the stairs. You smiled coyly and licked your lips seeing Trent in the kitchen send you a wink. You skipped into the kitchen wearing a shirt of Trent’s wrapping your arms around his waist. “Good morninggg.” He cooed as you looked up at him. He pressed a sloppy kiss to your forehead and you squinted your eyes at the wet feeling.

“I think you already said good morning.” You giggled, squeezing him a little tighter alluding to the fun you had after you hung up on Tyler before turning your head to him whose unimpressed face had yet to change.

“Yeah, gross. Erm… I would loved to ask about the trip but obviously we have to talk about the Instagram first. It’s not what any of us feel like doing this morning, I know that but…” Trent guided you back around the island to sit on the stools next to Tyler. “Good thing is… it really isn’t a big deal.” He said making you feel just a little better.

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cbsghostsdaily · 28 days

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GHOSTS 2.06 | The Baby Bjorn

#cbsghostsedit #cbs ghosts #ghosts cbs #s2 #2x06 #ensemble #ours #by chris #we all dream of getting queued off

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peachyygoblin · 4 months

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Just an Isaac Study !!

quick bust to figure out how to draw him !!

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coneheda · 1 year

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50 "in my defense, I really wanted to."

“Uh Lex? We might have a problem.” Anya says, pulling her out of her day dream. Lexa groans as she gets up from her desk. The last three hours of her day could not be going any slower, all she wants to do is go home and lock herself in her room with her girlfriend who’s finally coming to visit. Okay, it hasn’t been that long since they’ve seen each other- Lexa was just there for work two weeks ago- but any amount of time spent apart is torture. Hopefully whatever the problem is, it can resolve itself quickly.

“What is it?” She asks, but there’s no need to wait for a verbal answer when she looks over her colleague's shoulder and sees the alert popped up on the screen. Her chest tightens as her heart rate speeds up. This has to be a mistake.

“You ran a background check right?” Anya asks. Lexa ignores her in favor of shoving her out of the way to take over the monitor. Suspect detained. Potential bomb threat. Terrorism. The words swirl around her head as she reads them. But It’s not the words that have ice running through her veins, no in her line of work they’re a common place, but the face attached to them? That’s something she never would have seen coming.

With shaky hands she pulls up the security feed, taking in the small figure hunched over a table, hands cuffed together but still able to clench themselves in disheveled hair. Lexa stares at the image, trying to understand how she missed something this big. It’s only when she sees what the detainee is wearing that she jumps up.

“Oh fuck.” She scrambles to grab her belongings and races up to her boss's office.

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Clarke likes flying. Likes seeing the world from a new perspective. Likes people watching while she waits for her flight. Likes the fact that she can cross the country in a matter of hours instead of days. She even likes the overpriced food, it’s all part of the experience.

Correction, Clarke liked flying. It’s going to be a long time before she sets foot in another airport.

It had started off a normal travel day. Arriving three hours early, a habit her mom had ingrained into her, even though she knows she doesn't need half that to get through security and get to her gate with more than enough time to spare.

She even remembered to mail her surprise to her girlfriends to prevent any potential embarrassment that could have come up had it gone through the scanner.

So when she was randomly selected and her hands swabbed, she thought nothing of it. It’s happened a handful of times before and she just waits patiently while they run their test.

When that test came back positive and she was roughly escorted to a small room with no windows and interrogated for the next two hours? All patience and calmness were sucked out of her, replaced by anxiety and confusion. Honestly it’s a good thing she went to the bathroom before queuing up for security otherwise she would be physically shitting herself instead of just mentally.

She has no idea how explosive residue got on her hands or the trace amounts they found on her bag. They keep asking her what the target is, where the bomb is, what it’s made of, if she’s working alone. For the first five minutes she questioned whether their test was faulty or she somehow switched bodies with someone, maybe it was all some sort of sick joke. But the questions kept coming and the people asking them kept getting scarier looking.

The next time the door opens she doesn’t lift her head up from the table. Her tears have long since dried up and her fear has morphed into anger.

“Oh my god Clarke!” Lexa rushes over to girlfriend. Startled eyes take her in as she smooths down blonde locks. “Baby I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

Clarke feels borderline delirious after the last few hours, enough to momentarily question whether or not who she’s seeing is real, but quickly shakes it off and allows herself to be lifted from the chair. The cuffs are removed and Lexa wraps an arm around her to guide her out of the hell box.

The scary people hand over all her belongings and don’t try to stop them from leaving. It’s a complete 180 from ten minutes ago when they told her she was facing life in prison.

Clarke doesn’t even realize they’ve left the airport until she’s being buckled into a car.

“Clarke?” Lexa asks, concern evident in her tone.

“What the fuck just happened?” Clarke says in disbelief.

“We need to talk.”

“Oh great, first I’m accused of terrorism and now I’m being dumped fan-fucking-tastic. I swear I don’t even know what you need to make a bomb let alone how to build one. I don’t know how it got on-”

“Clarke.” Lexa cuts her off, “I’m not breaking up with you, you might want to dump me after hearing what I have to say, but I really hope you don’t.”

“What are you talking about?” Clarke asks and oh how Lexa loves the little furrow between her brows.

“It’s my fault.” Lexa tells her “You’re wearing my sweatshirt and I assume you pulled it from the hamper instead of washing it.”

“So?” Clarke asks the furrow getting a little deeper.

Lexa takes a deep breath. “Well it had explosive residue on it…”

Clarke blinks. Once. Twice. “I’m sorry what? Why would your sweatshirt have- are you a terrorist??”

“No of course not!” Lexa hastily puts a stop to that train of thought. “No, I- it was a work training thing and I put it after and didn’t think about the fact that you might wear it before washing it let alone try to go through any sort of security with it on.”

“A work thing? What kind of foreign policy advisor work involves explosives!” Clarke says in exasperation. She looks at her girlfriends guilty expression. “That’s not actually what you do, is it?”

Lexa shakes her head, “No. Although I know enough about it to tell people, so it could be?”

Clarke is quiet for what feels like hours to Lexa, but is really more like a minute. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. I can’t believe I believed you. You’re terrible at lying! At least I thought you were, is that all an act?”

“In my defense I really wanted to. Tell you that is, but I couldn’t unless we were married and no it’s not an act. My job is the only thing I’m good at fudging the truth about. At least when it comes to you.” Lexa explains

“So why tell me now? We’re not married. Am I going to have to go live in a cave somewhere?”

Lexa laughs “no nothing like that. You’ll just have to sign a few forms and promise your first born to the government.” Clarke glares at her. “Okay okay, I’m serious about the paperwork though. My boss gave me the green light due to the circumstances and because I hope that one day we will be married, if you’ll still have me that is, but no one else can know.”

Clarke can’t stop the flutter in her chest at the word married. Even if part of her is still angry at the whole situation, the idea of marrying Lexa is something she hasn’t stopped thinking about since they got together.

“Are we okay?” Lexa asks, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth.

Clarke sighs, letting the chaos melt away. “We’re okay.” She snuggles into Lexas side. “If you didn’t want me wearing your clothes all you had to do was say something.” She grumps. “You’re really going to have to make this up to me and do all the flying for the foreseeable future.”

#clexa #clexa drabble #asks #2 months later #i will get to the rest I promise

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xinhua-jun · 7 months

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Ooohhh are you taking prompts? If so “What, did you think I kissed you all these times because I was doing it for the shits and giggles?” “…Let’s be real, you did have a lot of fun shoving your tongue down my throat in public.” for the pairing of your choice? If you want🥰

[prompts] [AO3]

LOL I just saw this (hellsite 🙄) and I was so confused ;; I forgot I had those prompts queued 😂❤️ but they’re good prompts!! so here you go~ thank you for the ask mi cielo 💜 I hope everything is going well!!

Arthur is having a wonderful time.

He shouldn’t have expected it to last.

They’re celebrating another successful mission, at one of Saito’s many mansions. They had a great dinner. Now he’s drinking one of Yusuf’s amazing cocktails, surrounded by friends and enjoying their chatter. It’s such a good atmosphere that he lets himself, foolishly, be lulled into a false sense of security.

So of course that’s when Ariadne brings it up.

“So,” she says, in that tone that tells Arthur whatever’s about to come out of her mouth next is going to test his love and adoration for her. He’s proven right when she follows it up with: “Since when are you two dating?”

He almost chokes on his drink.

“We’re not dating,” Arthur says, as delicate as possible, but still firm.

“Oh. You’re not?” Ariadne says, at the same time Eames goes, “We’re not?” next to him, just as surprised as her.

Arthur loves him even as his heart squeezes.

He’s trying to make things less awkward, even as his own comfort is compromised.

“Alright.” Cobb claps his hands together. “Why don’t we give them a little bit of space.”

Arthur has to remind himself that Cobb is a great friend, really he is. He just has the worst sense of timing when they’re not on assignment.

They’re all out the door before he can do anything to stop them—which, might as well. What’s he going say? ‘I’ve been trying really hard to ignore that I’m in love with my best friend while he isn’t, and now you’ve gone and made it weird’? Yeah, right.

Besides, it’s not Ariadne’s fault. Cobb’s, maybe, since he made it all serious before Arthur could play it off. Certainly his own, for being such a bad actor.

There’s a reason why the Forger is–

Eames wraps light fingers around his wrist. “Darling?”

Arthur hums noncommittally, taking a sip of his cocktail.

“Was it the kissing?” Eames says softly.

‘Was it me doing my job that gave you the wrong impression?’

The cocktail is really interesting, now that he notices. He will have to ask Yusuf later how he can balance that many colors without having them mix, and still make it taste nothing like the alcohol they serve at the pubs.

“Okay.” Eames’s voice is—off, just a little, which is what draws Arthur’s attention.

Eames is looking at their hands, but Arthur can tell he’s not really seeing them. There’s the little furrow he always gets between his eyebrows whenever he’s thinking really hard about something important.

Oh, no. He’s trying to let me down gently.

“Listen,” Arthur puts his free hand on top of Eames’, allows himself to linger because this might be the last time he ever does. “I know you don’t feel the same way about me. You don’t have to let me down gently–”

“Wait,” Eames interrupts him. “Darling, darling, darling. What? Let you down gently? Why would I do that?”

Arthur huffs out a laugh. “It’s okay, Eames.” And really, it is. Arthur has had enough time to come to terms with it—if not with the immensity of his feelings, with the fact that Eames, for as much of a mischievous streak as he has, would never do anything to hurt him. That’s all that matters, really. “I’m a big boy. I can take it.”

And he can. Eames might not be in love with Arthur, but he does love him. He proves it every single day, in small and big ways. Bringing him coffee just the way Arthur likes, helping him research their targets, pulling him in on the fun whenever he can allow himself some mischief in some forgotten corner of a dream, bringing him souvenirs from all his trips… Arthur has had a very fulfilling life, with this job, surrounded by friends, and especially right next to Eames.

Eames who stares incredulously at him. Eames whose eyes widen like he’s having a sudden realization. Eames who lets go of his hand, only to cradle his face gently. Eames who leans in, Eames who is kissing him–

Eames is kissing him.

It’s a slow, tender kiss. Nothing like the playful pecks, or the noisy smooches, or the heated make-out sessions he sometimes engages Arthur in when the dream allows it. This is soft and heartfelt and sweet, and just as able to make him weak at the knees as any of the others.

Arthur, too, has an epiphany.

“My dear,” Eames begins, once the need for air makes it difficult to continue. His already plush lips are kiss-swollen and pink and Arthur just wants to reel him back in. “Did you think that when I kissed you all those times, I was just doing it for the shits and giggles?”

Arthur laughs, just as breathless. “Let’s be real, you did have a lot of fun shoving your tongue down my throat in public.” Arthur searches Eames’ eyes, “In dream public. You were always in-character when you would kiss me, and never did it out of an assignment.”

“Sweetheart.” Eames groans, but he can’t stop smiling, either. “While very rewarding, you know I don’t need to be kissing you to play a convincing role.” His thumb swipes gently under Arthur’s eye. “Most of those characters weren’t even anywhere near the target’s vicinity.”

“I will admit I found it a little strange and daring, even for you,” Arthur concedes. “But I just thought you were challenging yourself, to see how much control you had over your characters regardless of the distance.”

The look Eames gives him holds unmistakable fondness. “I was trying to give you some space. I wasn’t in any hurry, so I told myself I would leave it up to you and that we could go at your own pace.”

Oh.

Arthur is such a fool.

“Oh,” he says dumbly, maybe for the first time since he was a gangly teen.

Eames has a way to make him feel like a gangly teen: imperfect, unstoppable, brave. Full of life.

“Now that I’ve made my intentions clear,” Eames gives him a look, then a grin. “Arthur, darling, can I kiss you?”

Arthur can feel his ears burn. His breath hitches. “Yes.”

So Eames does.

#🎐#dream husbands #inception #things I write #elle #I just think oblivious Arthur is just so #[chef's kiss]#it’s ok Eames loves him #now I wanna write one of those 5+1 ahhh #5 times Eames kisses Arthur on a mission and 1 time Arthur kisses him first #maybe later~

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salt, ice and fire | frank castle

chapter fourteen - body clock

[series masterlist] [previous chapter]

frank castle x fem!reader

word count: 4.9k

warnings: explicit content minors DNI 18+ (oral f receiving), swearing, canon typical violence, blood, torture, mention of injuries/cuts/scars, death, guns and punisher type shit. the usual. execution style killing. baby we ROLLIN OUT!!!

a/n: idk why i’m so scared posting this, but i queued it so i wouldn’t be awake bc i don’t have the balls. goodbye.

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You all but slam into the wall as Frank walks out of the shower, placing you gently on the sink. His hand comes up behind your head, making sure you don’t hit it as he pushes himself against you, but also using it as leverage to keep your lips attached to his. His tongue needs no permission, your mouth already open and begging, and you moan at the sensation of being this close to him again.

His free hand slides up your leg, fingers grabbing at the covered skin. You shimmy as close to the edge as possible, trying to feel more of him. His hand slides down from your neck, meeting the other one at the button of your jeans.

“Can I take these off?” He says into your mouth, kissing you between each word.

“Yes. Please. Hurry up.” He smiles against your lips, hands working at the zipper a mile a minute.

“Easy, sweetheart. I’m gonna take my damn time.” Finally he gets past your zipper and starts to pull your pants down. You lift your hips as best you can, trying to kiss him while he does it. You feel starved - you aren’t sure how long it will be between the next, so you were getting as much as possible in this moment. He still tastes like you remember - rough and earthy, something a little bitter and entirely him.

“I like it when you call me that.” Your pants hit the floor, and Frank doesn’t respond straight away. He was staring at you, still covered by your underwear and bra, but it felt like you were completely naked when he looked at you like that.

“Hm?” He says, running his hands up and down your sides, not looking at your eyes.

“I like that name.” He says your real name then, a low groan, and it gives the same effect. “Maybe it’s just the way you say it.”

“You are so god damn beautiful. I ever tell you that before?” You can’t find the nerve to answer him, so you pull him back to you. He keeps saying things against your mouth but you don’t know what they are, too consumed in the way he feels against you.

Suddenly his hands are on your thighs again, this time the rough pads of his fingers drag searing hot lines up your bare skin. Goosebumps appear in their wake, and you feel yourself practically shivering in anticipation as he gets higher and higher. He was going slow; slow enough that you could easily stop him if you wanted, but all it was doing was making you dizzy with need, waiting for him as if you haven’t spent the past months dreaming only of him. He pulls away from your mouth, and your eyes flutter open to find him staring at you, fingers stilled on the highest point of your thighs.

“Is-“ You swallow, finding your throat dry with the way he was looking down at you. “Is everything okay?”

“How you still look so gorgeous after all the shit we been doing last night?” His eyes trail down your body, searching you in a way no one ever has before. You’d been here more times than you could count, stripped down in next to nothing, having people hang over you. Usually when they stared at you though, it was like an experiment gone wrong, but this was something completely different. You wanted him to look, to see you the way you have only ever dreamed of being seen. In a way that makes you feel good - attractive. Wanted. You lean up and kiss him again.

“I could ask you the same thing.” You feel his laugh on your shoulder, hot air making the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

“Sure you could.” He mumbles into your skin before picking you up and leading you back through to the bedroom. The door was still locked shut, and you had a passing thought about how the Colonel was still outside, bleeding out tied to a chair. You had no desire to think any more of it - if he died now, at least you wouldn’t have to ever leave this place, locked away under Frank.

It was irresponsible, but Frank laid you down on the bed and crawled on top of you, just like that night a few days ago, and you suddenly didn’t care. Frank made you like that - unable to think of anyone but him, to do anything without looking to him. It was like a magnetic pull.

He kissed you once more before working his way down, his mouth ghosting along the lines of your body. Your eyes fluttered closed, just to feel him brushing over your collar bone, the line of your bra, and then kiss you just above the seam of your underwear. It makes you shiver, and his hands hold your hips down to stop you squirming. The sudden stop of movement has your eyes opening again.

“You okay?” He breathes against your skin before kissing your left hip, hooking his fingertips under the fabric.

“Mhmm.” Swallowing, he kisses the scar on your other hip, almost completely healed over.

“I gotta take these off, baby. Okay?” He says it like he’s in pain, and when you nod he ever so slightly he drags the fabric down, exposing an inch more skin, giving you every chance to stop him. Instead, your fingers thread through his hair and tug, a little harder than you need, subconsciously telling him to hurry the fuck up. He shakes his head under your hands and smiles, before throwing your underwear somewhere in the room.

The width of his shoulders force your legs open as he moves down, and you can feel every short breath, every tense of his muscles in between you.

“Frank.” You practically whine, and his face presses against your under thigh.

“So pretty, baby.” Your toes curl at the compliment and everything gets warmer. He presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh and you whine again.

“Please.” He lets you sit in silence for another second, enjoying the sight of you squirming— begging for him. Every muscle in your body is tense, waiting, and looks up at you again.

“Say it again.” The words practically go through you, and you whine as he drags his teeth lightly along your skin.

“Please.” He groans, and finally lets himself give in.

He starts slow, teasingly so, one of his arms wrapping under your leg encouraging it over his shoulder so he can snake his forearm across your stomach. Your hands tighten around the short strands of his hair, and he hums against you at the feeling. As much as you were trying to speed him up, encourage him in any way as your hips rolled at the new sensation, he held you down with one strong arm.

Once you didn’t pull away from the first touch, he takes the green light and dives into you. Nothing can prepare you for the force of it; hands holding you down, forcing you to take every roll of his tongue over your clit. You swear your eyes crossed for a second, electric heat overwhelming all the parts of your brain you could feel.

No one had ever done this to you before - no one had poured this much attention onto just you, unless they were causing you pain. Your brain, fuzzy as it was, couldn’t comprehend why someone would dedicate this much energy to only your pleasure - your body. You.

“You taste fucking perfect. Christ - could spend all fuckin’ night right here ” You can only say his name in response, and his free hand snakes up your side, threading into your own that was fisted into the blanket. You tug harder on his hair and your fingers interlock with the other, and the bed suddenly feels like it was made of clouds.

“Shit.” You suck in a curse and his tongue glides over your clit. The arm that was holding you down snakes underneath, one finger sliding inside of you and curling at an angle that has you seeing stars. Your eyes manage to open for a second, and he’s staring up at you, glazed over at whatever you look like. After he catches your look for a second, he’s encouraged because he starts getting faster and it’s so much all at once you think you might actually black out-

“Oh fuck, fuck.” You cry out, tears nearly forming in your eyes. “Frank…”

“Feels good?”

“Y-yeah. Just like that. God, feels so good.”

“I know, baby. I know.” You don’t know what he was doing, but the pressure in your stomach was building so much that you knew it would burst any second. Your back arches off the bed, fingers twisted in his hair, and you squeezed his hand so tight you felt your nails - your real nails - digging into his skin.

Your face turns into the pillow trying to muffle your sounds as best you can, but nothing dulls the sensation of your orgasm completely wracking through your body. Franks hand works you through it, his mouth still attached and tongue dragging over your clit slowly, as if he was doing it just for him.

As soon as you start to come down from your high he’s moving up your body, lips finding yours and not giving you a second to inhale. His hand against your side is light and gentle, completely opposite to the way he was kissing you. It was messy and you could taste yourself on him, a mixture of something in between the taste of him. Somehow the combination was even more intense - like a mix of you and him was an elixir to beat any other. You opened more for him, greedy and wanting to take as much as you could, and he groaned into your mouth as your hand ran down his abs.

You mirror his teasing, letting your hand continue it’s path down to palm him through his jeans. He sucks in a breath, forehead pressing to yours and looking down to where your hand is. You were still naked from the waist down, and you saw his control snap before your eyes when he took in the sight. You let your fingertips trace lightly around the outline of him, and the muscles in his arms flex next to you.

“Something wrong?” He blows out a laugh, pushing forward to kiss you again.

“Nothin’ at all.”

“No?” You bring your hand up to the hem of his pants, fingertips grazing the bare skin as you undid the button, trying your best to take the zipper down with one hand. You could feel him hardening under you, and your eyes looked back up to him. “You want something?”

“I - Jesus Christ.” He stutters on his words when you gently wrap your hands around him through his boxers. Running your hands along him, you feel his breath shudder, and his head drops to the crook of your neck. He shuffles further up so his arms don’t have to hold his weight so much. “C’mon baby, you don’t-“

“Shh.” You brush your lips over his, already knowing what he was going to say. You don’t have to do anything. You know you don’t have to - which makes you want to all the more. That and seeing how unraveled Frank was above you has you squeezing your thighs together already, breathy sounds and groans filling your ears like sweet wine. “You’re so b-“

A clash from outside the room snaps both your attention to the closed door. All the air in Franks lungs leaves in one exhale, and you can almost hear how hard his hands are clenched. The Colonel. The very last person you want to be thinking about right now is going to ruin this. You nearly cry when Frank pulls away from you, the only solace being that he looks like he’s in as much pain as you are.

“I’ll take care of it. Stay right here.” He hangs over you, watching as you pout in frustration. “I’m going to fuckin’ kill him.” Frank mumbles and kisses you once before rolling off the bed, struggling to get his pants up over his hard on as he stomps towards the door. He closes the door behind him, leaving you on the bed in nothing but a bra, and the magnitude of what just happens begins to wash over you.

You try to put yourself together, but you can’t think of anything else. You have no idea how you are supposed to now. Nothing but his face, his warm breath on your skin, his mouth on yours, how he kissed you with a need you’d never felt until he’d showed it to you.

You hear a scream from outside, and there’s no mistaking who’s it is. Frank is taking out his frustrations on the Colonel, and as much as you enjoy the idea of Frank beating the shit out of him, you want him to come back in here and take it out on you. You quickly gather some clothes and walk yourself to the door on shaking legs, opening it just in time to see Frank throwing another punch, his fist landing straight into the Colonels stomach.

“You think that was the worst of it?! They will rip h-“ The wind is knocked out of him with another blow, and as your walking over, your eye catches movement on one of the cameras.

“Frank.” You say, not needing to shout to get his attention. He shoves the Colonel over, his chair sending him immobile on the floor. “Look. Camera 12.”

He leans over your shoulder, staring hard. The black and white picture is hard to make out, but the cameras still work well enough to see a man crouching down behind a bin, talking through a watch.

“Where is that?” Your stomach drops as seven more men appear on the screen.

“Two miles out.” Frank had already turned, going to pack his things into a bag for the thousandth time.

“I told you. I told you they would come.” The Colonel groans on the floor, and Frank zips up his bag before going over to him, grabbing him buy the hair. He groans, blood pouring from his mouth.

“You tell ‘em where we were? Huh?” The Colonel spits blood at him, and Frank lets his head drop heavy back to the concrete.

“Are they tracking him?” Your eyes still haven’t left the monitor. A familiar face passes over the screen. Even in black and white, you would know it anywhere. It’s the face of all your nightmares, the only one you can see clearly in all of them, looking over you on the operation table, or locking the door of your cell three years ago, leaving you in darkness. “Bobby Gnucci is with them.”

“Fuck!” Frank slams his shoe into the Colonel, and he splutters out more blood. He’s weak, and if you don’t move soon, he will be dead within the hour. “We gotta move.”

“Put him in the boot. We can drive out the back, right?” Frank was already shoving the Colonels lifeless body into the car, still tied to the chair. “If they’re tracking him, we’re just delaying the inevitable.”

“There’s dozens of them. We need to move. At least get a vantage point.” Frank comes up behind you. “Didn’t think he’d show.”

“Always one for a dramatic entrance.” You knew he was talking about the man you were now fixated on, watching the leader of the Gnucci gang position men on either side of him, as well as three surrounding. “Does this have sound?”

Frank bangs around on a few things, and suddenly a radio flicks on. He walks away to pack the rest of your stuff in the car, not that there was a lot, but he leaves for long enough that you hear a voice come through the receiver.

“Theres no way in.” A man comments from Bobby’s left, and the look he gives him is enough to silence him.

“You’ll find me a way in. They are in there. I will not lose it again.” It. You’d spent so much time out of containment, you’d nearly forgotten what it was like to be talked down about. Even if it was two miles away. “I can feel it.”

“But sir-“ The other man pipes up. “How do you know? What if this is a trap, and The Punisher is waiting for us? Or worse - it’s watching us right now?” Bobby turns around, pulls out his hand gun and shoots the man in the back of the head with no hesitation.

“I know. I know it’s here. Does anyone else want to question my intelligence?” Silence booms from the radio, and you look back to the screen where the men begin to move up. “Good. Move in.”

“We need to go. Now.” Your heart was beating so fast you can hardly register a nod at Franks words.

You don’t have a chance to turn back around, just shoving yourself in the passenger seat of the shitty car you stole weeks ago now, and Frank flat footing the accelerator out the back entrance. When you hit the main road, you could hear shouts echoing as your car sped past, and you could have sworn you saw Bobby’s face, almost smiling as you disappeared into the night.

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“We need to kill him. Now.”

“We kill him, and we have a whole new army of guys coming for us.”

“Nothin’ I haven’t handled before. You think we can’t take ‘em?” Hovering over the open trunk of the car, Frank watches as your hand lightly slaps at the Colonels face, doing nothing to wake him from unconsciousness.

“I think that if we can use him to get New America off our backs, then we should before we kill him. At least get something out of this.” Frank slams the boot down, still pissed.

“The guys a leech. He’s got nothing, and he’s grasping at straws, pulling at your weakness to stay alive.” You sit up on the boot of the car, and your head snaps to him, eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m not that gullible. I just thought it would be smart to hear him out.”

“I could of told you what he told you. Bobby’s still coming for you, and he’ll be missing the man power and pull the Colonel gave him. If we don’t kill him, it’s gonna bite us in the ass either way.” Killing the Colonel would be the final string cut between the two groups, and as much as the guys were assholes, they were tamed in comparison to the Gnuccis. They were the real prize, and they still had your brother.

“If ‘New America’ finds out we killed him, which they probably expect, it will even give them reason to work with the Gnuccis. The enemy of my enemy and shit, right?” Your head drops to your chest, and you run one hand through your hair. Frank resists the urge to tuck it behind your ear. It falls against your face, and it looks soft, even more so under the morning sun.

“I’ve been thinkin’”

“Oh, here we go.”

“I think I have someone that can help us out with that.” Frank turns the gears in his head. Sure, if the ‘New America’ men found out their leader was butchered by the Punisher and a gang experiment duo, they might have more reason to side with the Gnuccis, or at the very least come after you and him on their own. But, if he could change the story, paint it as a betrayal by the Gnuccis themselves, it would stop them from breathing down your necks. Hell, maybe they’d do him a favour and knock down some of the Gnuccis while their at it.

“Another army buddy?“

“She’s a writer. Works for a newspaper. She could twist it, make it seem like the Gnuccis set him up.” You were nodding, sliding off the car and pacing around the back.

“There’s camera footage somewhere, right? If they were feeding the FBI a loop, something has to be capturing the original footage. A picture of Bobby Gnucci leaving in the car paired with a few bodies in the morgue, add a timeline and a few fancy words. Those guys will believe anything they read.” Fuck, you were smart. So much smarter than you gave yourself credit for. His hand was nearly making a dent on the truck. “Who is she?“

“Names Karen Page. She’s a-“ Frank paused. He’d never let it get anywhere for her to be considered anything, really. She was too good, and he needed her as far away from his shit as possible. The further he was from her, though, the less his feelings felt like anything other than love for a damn good friend. So that’s what he settled on. “A friend.”

“That’s a big pause for a friend.” You were standing almost underneath him now, head tiled back, a tiny smirk on your face. He could see one of the hickeys he’d given you just under your jaw, and his hand couldn’t hold back, brushing over it slightly.

“She’s a friend, and one that could get a whole lot of guys off our backs if we play it right.” You clearly aren’t done with the conversation, but the Colonel starts banging around in the boot, and your attention redirects.

Christ - he was going to enjoy dumping this guy.

The boot swings open and the Colonel, now gagged, was sitting and kicking around. You grabbed him with one hand and hauled him out of the car. There was nothing for miles, Frank had driven you out of the city and deep into bush land. No one would find a body out here until he wanted them to, or until he told Karen where you’d left it.

You ripped the gag out of his mouth and started talking, but he couldn’t hear what it was you were saying. Moving closer, he heard a dry laugh coming out of the Colonel, and you grabbed him by the collar.

“You thought on my offer?” He croaks out under the pressure you were putting on his throat.

“Shut the fuck up.” Frank groans.

“You getting your dog to-“

“Shut up.” You say through your teeth. You pull out the gun that Frank gave you, holding it to his head. “The only thing you should be doing is thanking me. This is a hundred times less what you deserve. In the next life, I will make it slow.”

The gun shot rings out, and the Colonels flesh splits neatly right at the centre of his temple.

“You satisfied?” Frank said from behind you.

“Not really, no. I don’t like guns.” He watches as your hands clench at your sides, and he knows you were holding back because this has to be believable. Ripping his head off isn’t exactly Bobby’s style. “Should we take a photo of it?” Frank was two steps ahead, pulling out a burner phone and snapping an image before shoving it back in his jacket pocket.

“So now we…what? Send it to her and wait?” You both turn back to the car, and Frank sighs.

“We’re gonna have to go to her.” You give him a quick sideways glance. “I don’t think she’ll answer the phone if she sees it’s me calling.”

“Great. So not only is it an ex, it’s a bad ex. What, did you like, cheat on her or something?”

“She’s not my god damn ex girlfriend. Drop it.” He knows it’s harsh. He sees you stop walking next to him, and he regrets it instantly. He wants to take it all back, reverse this whole fucked up day to when he was buried between your thighs. It was the only place he didn’t have to fucking think about all this.

Thinking of Karen with you next to him just feels… wrong. He’s still got a lot of love for her. She’s the only kind of family he has, but that’s really how he sees her. He isn’t sure he ever felt anything else for her, but she was there for him at a time when he had no one, and he held onto that like a life raft. That was nearly two and half years ago, though. He’d changed, and so had she, and he was happy for her, but the last time she’d seen him, it had been the same as it always was with her.

She needed him to be something else. She wanted him to change, to be the man he was before. If he was really honest, there was a time when he’d wanted that too - but it wasn’t possible. That version of himself was dead and buried with his family, and what lived now was… he was still trying to figure that out. Whatever it was, it wasn’t what a woman like Karen Page wanted, or needed. And truth be told, she wasn’t what he wanted.

You slide into the seat next to him, shoving the sunglasses onto your face and staring out the window. Everything in him drew him towards you, and the memory of just hours before was burning into his brain. The way you sounded saying his name like that… Frank didn’t think he’d be able to hear anything else for the rest of his life. You. You were what he wanted. He knew that more than he knew anything else. Especially right now, when he knew you probably needed him and he was being an asshole. You just killed the man who held you captive for two months, and here he was complaining about a girl.

“I-“ He starts, but you cut in.

“It’s fine. Just drive.” You lean your head against the window, jaw clenched shut. You were done talking, but he wasn’t.

“You got a thing about cuttin’ me off, huh?” He could see the roll of your eyes under the glasses as he pulled the car onto the road again. “I’m sorry. She’s… it’s a long story, and the main thing is none of it matters anymore.”

He sees your head turn dramatically towards him, eyebrows raised, flipping to the side as if to say ‘really?’.

“I’m serious.” His hand goes over the console to rest on your bare thigh. He runs up and down the exposed skin, and he thinks it the first time you’ve ever worn shorts. He shifts in his seat, and squeezes your leg lightly. “She’s a good friend, but it means nothin’.”

“Alright, I got it. You’re a free agent.” He uses everything he’s got to focus on the road, and not on the way you were watching his hand on your thigh, your breath hitching just slightly as his thumb stroked up and down. “How’s your arm?”

“Fine.” He lies. It was still bleeding 12 hours later, but he hadn’t had a fucking second to sew it up. He doesn’t care about that though, just about how he could make sweet little sounds come out of your mouth if he let his hand drift a little higher. Smirking, he sneaks a glance at you. “Are you feelin’ okay?”

“Definitely feeling something.” He feels the tense of your muscles under his hand as it crawls just an inch higher, and he smiles, blowing out a laugh. After a moment of silence, you crack again. “I’m not, like, jealous or anything. If she is more than a friend, I wouldn’t get in the wa-“

“Stop.” You hold up your hands in surrender, staring forward. He squeezes your thigh, bringing your attention back to him. “It was never like that. And it isn’t now. Besides, kind of got my hands full right now, don’t I?”

“Was that supposed to be a joke?” You’re smiling, which is a good sign. He knew he’d fuck whatever this was with you up eventually, but he didn’t think it would be that fast.

“I’m hilarious.” He looks over to you again, watching as you roll your eyes and angle your body slightly towards him. You yawn, and he’s suddenly aware of how long it’s been since either of you have slept. “You should get some rest.”

“So should you.”

“I’ve got a couple more hours in me.” He can’t think of sleeping when your leg is under his palm, and the way you’re moving on your seat, shifting slightly so he’s got more access if he wants it has him more alert and awake than ever.

“I don’t want you running us into a tree or something. Pull over.” Rationally, he should keep driving, because chances are the Gnucci’s are out looking for both of you, especially if they were tracking the Colonel. They would find his body soon, and then come for you. But you were already climbing into the back seat and you tugged on his arm once, asking him to follow, and he was indicating and pulling off the side of the road before he could think for another second.

Without another word, you’re pushing the seats down and he’s climbing over, his body wrapping you up, moulding together. It’s the most comfortable he’s ever been, even though the seat is tiny and he’s half falling off the back, he can’t think of anywhere he’d rather be. He tightens his arms around you.

“Frank.” You say softly, and his head buried itself into your back.

“Yeah?”

“You think this is gonna work?” The sun was still streaming into the car and he feels you shift back into him to press closer.

“The car? It’s a piece of shit. Wouldn’t be surprised if it busts into flames or some shit.” He feels your laugh against him, tired as it is, and kisses the back of your neck. “You’re gonna be fine.”

“I wasn’t talking about just me.” Your voice is as small as ever, and his hand gently sweeps across the hair in front of your face, just like he wanted to do before.

“I know.” You go to say something else, your mouth opens but nothing comes out, and before he knows it you’re dead asleep, body going limp against him.

It took him a while to realise, but since the moment he tied you to that radiator, he hasn’t had a single nightmare. Usually he’s waking up in cold sweats, breathing heavy and shaking his head until he realises where he is, where he’s not. Since you came around, though, he’s been sleeping like a fucking baby. He used to hate closing his eyes, it was like falling asleep was a punishment in itself, a comfort he didn’t deserve, but with you pressed against him, soft sounds coming from your mouth as he kisses the back of your neck, he lets himself drift off.

When he dreams now, it’s only of you.

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Five Times Kurt Talks About Sex and 1 Time He Doesn't (Part Five)

A/N: So, this was inspired the other day by a Nonny who was asking about how Kurt interacts with others on the topic of sex and this little idea popped in my head.

It’s a little mini-series, and I’ll post one part a day, then I’ll get it up on Ao3 after it’s complete.

It’s set in a post-canon-ish world when they’re all living in New York. The whole thing takes place over the course of a day.

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Conversation Five : Santana

“We are doing it.”

“We are so not doing it.”

“C’mon, Hummel, I know how you like it.”

“I think you’re ridiculous and it’s not happening.”

“Because you’re afraid of losing.”

“I’m not afraid of losing.”

“Okay, then we’re doing it.”

Santana slams a shot glass in front of him on the kitchen counter, grinning wildly as she opens the bottle of Vodka she’s brought. Kurt arches his eyebrow high. He knows he shouldn’t have let her in the door. He had been having a nice, quiet evening with a book and a couple of episodes of a baking show queued up on his tv. With Blaine at his performance, he knew he’d get a chance to have the night to himself. And then Santana had burst through the door. It’s not his fault that Santana can’t entertain herself while Brittany is away.

“You couldn’t go crash Rachel and Jesse’s?” Kurt suggests. “I hear they’re looking for a third.”

They head to the kitchen table, then Santana pours them both a shot, cackling. “As much as I’m dying to get a look at Rachel Berry’s delicate flower,” she answers sarcastically, “they’re busy tonight. Besides, it’s been a while since you and I have had a little quality one on one time. And if I can’t get you to go out with me - because let’s face it, you are a seventy year old woman at heart - I thought I’d bring the party here.”

Kurt is not amused. “I am not getting drunk for your entertainment.”

Santana claps her hands together. “Well, then you better win the game. The game is ‘Never Have I Ever’ and it’s first to ten…”

“Ten?!”

“Yes, ten. If you’re going to do something, do it right! First to ten loses. And you better keep it dirty, Hummel, because that’s how I like it.” Santana wiggles her eyebrows.

“You’re certifiable. Also, I’m starting.”

“Of course, ladies always go first.”

Kurt picks up the shot, giving it a smell and nearly chokes on fumes alone. Thank god he’s at home. “Fine. Never have I ever… slept with a woman.”

“Ooh, starting easy, I see your game,” Santana says, throwing back the shot. “My turn,” she sings as she pours herself another one. “Never have I ever sucked a dick I actually liked.”

Kurt rolls his eyes as he throws back the shot. It’s been a while, and the alcohol stings a bit as it goes down. But he can do this. No way is he going to give Santana the satisfaction. “Alright… never have I ever had a threesome.”

“You know, you really should,” Santana knocks back the shot. “There’s nothing like getting yourself off to the sight of your partner being thoroughly serviced. Remind me to find you and Blaine the no-strings-attached hunk of your dreams to play around with for your anniversary next year.”

“Oh god…”

She snaps her fingers. “Okay, okay… never have I ever done it outside.”

Kurt grins, shaking his head.

“What?? Seriously, you’ve never even tried?” Santana’s aghast.

“Have you been outside?” Kurt argues. “I have no intention of getting literally dirty while having sex.”

“You are seriously the most boring human ever,” Santana groans.

“Hey, aren’t you supposed to take a shot if it applies to you? Or are you going to claim you’ve never done anything outside even though you complained for weeks about doing it on the beach and getting sand up your butt.”

“Oh, fuck, right,” Santana takes a third shot. “I’ve got to be more astute in my questions.” She points a finger at him, eyeing him carefully.

Kurt’s grin grows wider. “Are you feeling it yet?”

“No,” Santana shoots back, a little too quickly. “But I am starving - we should have snacks.” She gets up to begin going through his pantry. “Fat free crackers? Low-sodium popcorn? You guys know that you’re in your twenties and not eighty, right? Oh, good, Cheetos. I’m guessing these are Blaine’s because he’s the one who knows how to have a good time.”

Kurt makes a grimace as Santana sits back down, shoveling the Cheetos into her mouth, orange, dusty crumbs getting everywhere. She offers him some of the bag but he declines, not sure that he’ll ever be able to look at Cheetos the same way again. He watches her for a moment as a question dawns on him. “Never have I ever eaten anything off my partner.”

“Anything?” Santana challenges.

He catches himself. “Spread chocolate syrup on myself and let my partner lick it up.”

“I should make you take a drink for that. What did Blaine eat off you? Whipped cream? Actual syrup? Ranch dressing?” She begins to laugh at her own suggestions. “Oh, wait, no, Blaine spread chocolate syrup on himself and you licked it up? He poured it on his dick, didn’t he?”

“Just take the shot, Santana,” Kurt nudges her the shot glass. “And no - Blaine’s dick tastes like candy without the help of chocolate.”

“You are the worst,” Santana says as she drinks. “How am I already losing this badly? Okay, okay…” She eats more of the Cheetos as she thinks. Then her eyes grow wide as an idea comes to her. “Never have I ever… done it in the same room as my friends without them knowing.”

Kurt eyes her sharply. He probably shouldn’t admit to it, but as boring as his sex life actually is to someone like Santana, it’s nice to tease that he isn’t completely an innocent. He takes the shot and toys with it a little, leaving her in suspense before throwing it back.

“What?!” Santana’s voice is loud and shrill; the four shots she’s had are definitely kicking in. “When? Was I there?? Was this in the loft??”

Kurt chuckles. “Yes and nope.”

“Fuck, really?”

“Yeah,” he replies, offering nothing else. “Are you going to say that you haven’t?” “If we did it in the same room, you’d totally know it,” Santana shoots back. “Britt and I are hot when we fuck.”

“Exobitionist.”

“Prude. It’s your turn..”

“Okay, uh… never have I ever made a sex tape.”

Santana slaps her hand loudly on the table as she takes the shot. “You just can’t stop going for the low hanging fruit, can you? Have a little imagination. Never have I ever moved the mirror so I could watch myself being fucked.”

Kurt grumbles taking the shot.. He’s beginning to feel it, though, and can’t quite stop himself from thinking out loud. “Have you seen Blaine’s ass though? I always just want a view of that ass, so why not look at it in the mirror?” Did he really just say that out loud? Santana lets out a cackle. “What, like you don’t have a mirror near your bed?”

“Oh, honey, we do it to our sex tape. C’mon.”

The room feels warm, and that light, buzzy feeling is taking him quicker than he thought. Usually he holds his liquor better. At least he had a big dinner, so most of it won’t come back up in a few hours. What are they at - five to three? Hopefully, they can wrap this up before Blaine gets home…

Santana stares him down, just waiting for his next statement, but admittedly, it’s getting harder to think of things. “Never have I ever done it in an airplane,” he says.

“Oh, I wish,” Santana cries out. She’s now loud enough that her voice carries throughout the apartment. “We tried, Hummel. We so tried. But then the bathroom smelled like vomit and some old guy kept wanting to get in and then the airplane hit turbulence. We haven’t tried since. Oh, which reminds me, speaking of methods of transportation -- Have I never…wait, I have never… wait, fuck…” She waves her arms in the air as she tries to make it come to her.

“Never have I ever…” he helps her, tightening up his lips, trying not to giggle at her drunkenness.

“Yes,” she points a finger at him, her eyes wide with delight. “Never have I ever been groped in the back of a Prius in the middle of the afternoon in a church parking lot.”

No longer being able to contain it, he bursts out laughing. It’s so oddly specific. And so oddly true. He has no regrets, and takes the shot. “Fair. Okay, so never have I spent a month on the island of Lesbos hoping to have some kind of female orgy and been disappointed when I found mostly tourists looking at old, Greek architecture.”

“Oh my god, I forgot about that trip.” Santana doubles over in laughter, making a mess as she takes her shot and pours another one. Normally, Kurt would be annoyed but he just throws a napkin at her, making them both laugh more.

“You are so drunk,” he tells her.

“And you’re getting there!” she pounds on the table. Her voice is now louder than normal, and quicker as she excitedly spits out the next one. “Okay, let’s get this going -- never have I sucked a dick twice my age.”

Kurt rolls his eyes at her - they’re never going to let him live down Walter. Shot. “Never have I done it for money.” He finds that his voice is growing louder, too. He can’t help it.

She scrunches her nose at him. “Hey, don’t judge, she was a fucking fine rich woman - how do you think we got around Lesbos?” She yells out. Shot. “Never have I had a sex dream that involved my spouse’s brother!”

Shit - when did he tell her that? Shot. “Never have I ever sent a full nude to my entire contact list.” He shoots back quickly - and loudly.

She takes the shot. “At least it was a good angle!”

“If you say so!”

“Never have I ever worn a cockring and hated it!!”

Shot.

“Never have I ever worn a strap on and loved it!!!”

Shot.

“NEVER HAVE I EVER BEEN SO INTO MY HUSBAND’S SUPERHERO-SLASH-BIRD FETISH THAT I REGULARLY MAKE HIM WEAR THAT CHEESY, HOMEMADE RIDICULOUS OUTFIT SO THAT I CAN GET OFF TO IT ANY CHANCE I GET.”

Kurt loses it. Just loses it, laughing so hard that he begins to cry. “Nightbird!” he quips, burying his head in his hands. “You don’t get it, Santana…” his voice is high and slurred and broken up with laughter. “He’s such a dapper Nightbird. And I am the endangered citizen he has to rescue from the Evil Dr. Skunkrat - it was originally Mr. Meerkat but I made it skunkier.”

“Wha…?” Santana’s laughing so hard she can hardly breathe. “Do you mean skankier?”

“Nooooo!” Kurt squeals. “Skunkier!” He takes the shot. “And after I’m rescued I thank him by playing with his gorgeous ass and sucking his delicious vanilla and caramel tasting cock!”

“Oh my god it’s caramel sauce not chocolate…” Santana throws herself back laughing so hard that she tumbles out of her chair.

Sober, he may have been more ashamed to say all of that out loud, but he’s so gone that he really doesn’t care. It’s not like Santana couldn’t have guessed anyway. Instead, he manages to get himself to the ground, and crawl around to Santana’s side to make sure she’s okay. She’s sitting and fine, wiping the tears from her eyes as she scoots towards the kitchen cupboards to lean against them. Oh god, what a night this is turning out to be. He comes to sit next to her, the both of them holding each other close as they laugh together. It does feel good to be this loose every once in a while.

Santana lets out a heavy sigh, placing her head against his. “Thank you for that,” she says. “No really, this is probably the best night I’ve had in a long while. And now I know how to blackmail you if I never need to.”

“Don’t make me regret my life choices in the morning,” he jokes.

“Honestly, Hummel…” her voice grows unusually low and sincere. “Never have I ever barged in on a friend's boring-ass evening because secretly I’m not a huge fan of being on my own.”

He gives her a smile, a bit of warmth spreading in his chest. It’s nice to know that deep down - she does care. “Well,” he offers. “Never have I ever indulged in a drinking game with a close friend because, honestly, I do like talking about sex.”

“Pervert.”

“Sentimentalist.”

“I think this calls for one final shot!” she says. After a moment of struggling, she manages to get up on her knees to reach the bottle and shot glasses, pouring a final shot for each of them. Settling next to him again on the floor, they make a toast and knock back the shot together.

“You know, Santana, that shot makes it ten to nine,” Kurt says, not able to contain a tinge of smugness. “I win.”

“Fuck you, Hummel.”

#s.o. writes things #five times #kurt hummel #kurt hummel fic #hopefully you guys have as much fun with this as I did! :)

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