...as if the gods made Y O U, just to ruin M E

" i need you , please. i'll be quiet , i promise. "

🫦💄 —— "You've said that before and couldn't keep that promise," she reminded the younger woman with an arch of her brow. Not that Faye was able to turn her down completely, not with that pretty face. Biting her bottom lip, her hand found it's way to Harmony's skirt, inching it around the other's waist, her other palm cupping and squeezing their arse. Such a tight little thing, making her more and more harder to resist. A groan of defeat left her, other hand cupping their cheek and lips pressing against them in a heated kiss. Lingering against her with a smile on her lips. "God, you're trouble. And these hotel walls are thin as hell... But... Get on the bed, take those panties and spread those legs. Like a good girl, hm? Can you manage that?"

plot: not much of one lol but — Orla is trying to get Y/M’s attention while singing so they get the idea to meet her after the performance to hook up.

“your  gentle  side  makes  me  weak.” 

“your  dominant  side  makes  me  wet/hard.” 

“i  love  your  name,  want  to  hear  me  moan  it?” 

“i  can  make  you  shut  up,  but  you  might  moan  a  little.” 

“you’re  on  my  to-do  list.” 

“good  sense  of  humor,  dirty  mind  and  a  beautiful  heart.  deadly  combination.” 

“my  bed’s  fine.  i’d  much  rather  be  in  yours.” 

“two  words:  i’m  horny.” 

“sorry,  sorry.  i’m  just  a  little …   fuckstrated.” 

“you  have  my  permission  to  wake  me  up  if  you  get  horny.” 

“get  in  bed  and  play  with  me.”  

“sex  is  not  all  i  think  about.”  

“sometimes  i  think  about  food  and  blowjobs.” 

“bite  my  lips.” 

“kiss  my  neck.”  

“i  promise  i  will  rip  your  fucking  clothes  off.” 

“tits  are  meant  to  be  played  with.” 

“tits  are  meant  to  be  sucked  on.” 

“i’ve  had  sex  with  you  a  lot  in  my  head.” 

“neck  kissing  is  such  a  turn  on.” 

“tonight,  you’re  mine.” 

“just  grab  my  ass  and  kiss  my  neck!” 

“i’ll  get  on  my  knees  for  you.  not  to  pray,  but  you  will  be  worshipped.” 

“harder!” 

“faster” 

“oh  god  yes,  right  there.  please,  keep  going.” 

“i  want  to  pin  you  to  my  wall  because  you’re  a  fucking  masterpiece.” 

“don’t  make  me  ask  you  twice.” 

“beg.” 

“oh  darling,  you’re  quivering.” 

“you  taste  incredible.” 

“shhh,  my  dear.”  

“you’re  coming  undone  and  i’ve  barely  touched  you.” 

“that  little  smirk  you  do  before  you  go  down  on  me?  mm.”  

“cockwarming  is  such  a  pretty  concept.” 

“desperate  sex  is  so  hot.” 

“hey,  wanna  fuck?” 

“i  just  want  to  feel  you.”  

“your  weight.  that’s  the  ideal  i  weight  i  want  over  me.”  

“suck  my  cock  and  call  me  daddy.”  

“i’m  going  to  take  real  good  care  of  you.  i  promise.”  

“let  me  hear  you.”  

your name:

Romantic or platonic?:

A night in or dinner out or an activity?:

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?:

What's your perfect date?:

Would you cook for me?:

Would you let me cook for you?:

Can we make-out?:

Make out in private or in public?:

Do you like to cuddle?:

Blankets or no blankets for cuddling?:

Couch or bed?:

What are at least 3 hobbies of yours?:

Tell me something about you no else knows:

Why do you want to be my valentine?:

@whisperstemptations liked for a Sinday Starter; Joel -> Roxy

Joel had been trying, really trying, to mind his own damn business.

Keep his head down. Chop wood. Fix fences. Pretend the air didn’t shift every time Roxy walked into a room.

But the minute he saw that young guy sidle up to her outside the stables, hands shoved in his pockets, trying too hard to look casual, something inside Joel went cold and hot all at once. That quiet, dangerous heat that always came before a storm.

She was laughing. Not like she meant it, but enough that it twisted something sharp in his gut. The kid leaned in closer. Joel’s jaw locked.

He didn’t think. Didn’t weigh the logic or the optics or what anyone would say later. He just moved.

Boots crunching on the gravel. Long strides eating up the distance until he was close enough that the younger man’s grin faltered.

“She ain’t interested,” Joel said flatly.

The words weren’t loud, but they landed heavy.  Like a hammer dropped in a church.  His arms folded over his chest, his broad frame cutting a shadow across both of them. 

His eyes, darker than the Jackson dusk, didn’t waver from the kid’s face.

The other man stammered something, half a nervous laugh, half an excuse, but Joel didn’t care. One look, and the boy decided retreat was the better part of survival. He muttered something about “another time” and backed off.

Joel watched him go, jaw working, breath tight. Only when the stable door shut behind the retreating figure did he finally look at her.

“Y’gotta stop lettin’ these idiots think they got a shot,” he muttered, voice low, rough, carrying that simmering frustration he hadn’t dared name. He took a step closer, the tension between them stretching taut. “They see you smile once, and they start thinkin’ it means somethin’. But it don’t. Not with them.”

His eyes flicked over her face, lingering a second too long; on her mouth, her throat, the pulse he could see there.

“Not when you look at me like that.”

The last part came quieter, almost like he hadn’t meant to say it aloud. He dragged a hand through his hair, tried for calm, failed spectacularly. “Jesus, Roxy. You think I don’t notice? Every damn time you’re near me… how close you stand, how you laugh when you’re tryin’ not to.”

Another step. Close enough that he knew she could feel the heat rolling off him. His voice dropped, all gravel and tension and the barest thread of restraint.

“I’ve been good, y’know. Patient. Tryin’ to let you live your life here, talk to whoever you want. But I see some punk half your age thinkin’ he’s got a chance, and…” He exhaled, slow and heavy, eyes burning into hers. “And I remember how you looked that night I pulled you outta that camp. The way you held onto me like the world was still on fire. You think I forgot that?”

Joel shook his head, almost to himself. “I ain’t lettin’ anyone else get that close to you. Not here. Not anywhere.”

The silence that followed wasn’t awkward: it was electric. Charged. Dangerous.

🫦🪃 —— She didn't mean anything by it. Though there was a time that the opposite was true. When Roxy would use her charm, her pretty face and her flirtatious nature to get what she wanted. Often times, it was for survival. Whether to get out of a messy situation, or simply, just to get a laugh. For herself or someone that needed it.

This time, though? It wasn't either of those things.

Truthfully, she just wanted to see Joel.

Wanted to see what he was doing, compliment him in that way that trip him up, maybe even getting a smile out of him. She loved that, more than she should, probably. Maybe she'd invite him over, look at something she swore worked just yesterday but was giving her trouble. Just an excuse to be near him, maybe even make him blush. A bit of fun, she'd tell herself, in the dead winter of Jackson where everything seemed to slow down.

It was more than that, though.

A craving, an addiction, whatever one could call it, she just... Roxy needed him, if only for a few minutes, just to go home with the knowledge that time was spent in his presence. He was probably sick of her at this point, but she really didn't care. He never told her to leave, or push her away, though he never pulled her in, either. The blonde was certain that it was one sided, but she'd take it, her little bit of joy in this new world of horror and survival. That wasn't so bad, was it?

That was her plan...until Harkin, Harlan, Harley, whatever his name was came up and interrupted her trek towards Joel. And then it was polite smiles, an attempt at conversation and god, he seemed excited.

She hadn't heard a single word. Just laughed, void of warmth, but he didn't seem to notice. Didn't seem to care. Which was often the case with the boys in Jackson or anywhere else. They didn't care. The only one to care was —

She ain't interested.

Her head turned toward him, blue eyes on him immediately. But his wasn't on her, but the boy among them. The boy she barely noticed made his retreat, not until she heard the door closed and his eyes were on her, a sense of relief and...something else.

Something that turned to anger at his words, a release of breath given as her eyes narrowed. "That isn't my fault." The words coming out, incredulous, angry he would even try, in her eyes, to paint it as her doing. "I'm just being polite, I can't help it if they think they have a shot of anything with me, that's their problem—"

Not when you look at me like that.

The anger halted, defense withered away. He was right. The way she looked up at him, lips in a thin line and chest heaved. His words hit her deep, a part of her wanting to joke about how she thought she was being clever and under the radar or simply thought he was dense enough to not notice. Something like that, anything like that.

But that would be a lie.

He came closer and her eyes closed, feeling the warmth of him, taking in the scent. Heart quickened in her chest. Opening her eyes slowly to look up at him, his words making her throat close up and eyes water. "Joel —"

And then he spoke of that night, from that camp, where she thought... Where she thought... Tears slid down her cheeks at that, closing her eyes, and she could see it. The hopeless feeling of thinking you were in your last moments. And then...

"....you saved me."

Letting out a shaky breath, shaking her head, "...no one's saved me for a very long time... If ever... Never gonna forget that."

What she didn't expect? What he said after that, eyes looking straight into his, breath caught. Was he saying...? Her mind swirled with thoughts, of memories with him, of the silent thoughts that she didn't dare speak because having her fantasies and desires to herself was better than it being outright denied. The silence that bloomed between them was...intoxicating. Holding such promise... Of things she was sure would only exist in her head.

Tell him to walk away?

No.