#hotel corridor

[huariqueje]

Hotel Corridor - Anette Björk Swensson

Swedish, b. 1956 -

Oil on canvas , 39 x 54 cm.

[fullyfashionedfetish]

[obsidiloom]

[soapdispensersalesman]

Berlin, June 2025

[wealmostaneckbeard]

The phrase "gentrified backrooms" has been bouncing around in my mind ever since I had to walk miles through the streets of La Jolla, California.

This morning my subconscious rendered that concept fully. I will try to write down what I remember:

It started with me and a scared boy running down a glossy marble/wood corridor and entering a ridiculously large elevator. Each of it's walls was a mirrored door, we weren't sure which one would open when I hit a button for a different floor. When a door opened up, the boy and I ventured out cautiously into another hallway. We split up with him going into a commons room while I kept going down the hall towards some escalators and stairs. This guy comes rushing down and yelling that we need to go. So we hustle back to the big elevator and hit the button for a different floor. Just as the doors shut, I remember we left the boy behind.

Then I woke up in a well lit dorm bedroom with some other people who were apparently my roommates. We didn't know each other but we knew that we'd get along so instead of talking we started examining the contents of our room. The furniture wasn't expensive but it was comfortable. There were items that weren't ours but we would own. In my case, it was a book of illustrations for a science fiction fantasy universe that I was unfamiliar with. We found a salad bowl filled with chopped romaine lettuce, crisp but completely plain. We had a feeling that this was our last meal so we started eating it quickly with our bare hands. I was on my second handfull when the front door to our suite disappeared. So we reluctantly went out exploring the halls of carpet and plaster. There were other dorm rooms missing their front doors with no one in them. Each one filled with items that were interesting to the former occupants.

. . . And that's when I actually woke up in real life.

[winniewings]

Liquored lips (Bucky Barnes x you )

“Put me down! I can walk by myself.” You murmured as Bucky lifted you in his arms bridal style because you were drunk as hell and could not take a straight step ahead without having to use the wall for the support. “Yeah sure... I can see that.” Bucky said sarcastically carrying you through the 5 star hotel’s corridor. “But why are you carrying me? How can you? You drank much more than I did and I see you fine... fine as ever... you are one fine dude.” You said confused at first, but then smiling widely towards the end of your response. “I see you are in a good mood tonight .” The blue eyed male said grinning at your intoxicated blabbering through your liquored mouth . “ I’m always in a good mood, you are the one who is 24/7 depressed and grumpy... Handsome.” The last word making him look deeply in your eyes, eyes floating in alcohol. “ You are very handsome ...soldier” You whispered sensually as you moved your index finger over his lips , your eyes glued on the same place.You nibbled your lower lip when you noticed his mouth open slightly, giving you access to the inner tender rosy part of his lip which you stroked, up and down, with your thumb. “What are you staring at?” “At you... I was just thinking how many drinks have you had?” He managed to say in a husky tone after your bold moves unsettled his sanity for a brief moment until you lifted your finger from his mouth. “Just two “. You muttered innocently failing to think of a better number. “Two?” That single word made him laugh loudly and you stared at him startled completely lost in his charm. “I never thought you could laugh like that... you look lovely. You should smile more often sergeant”. You whispered and he rolled his head to the front paying attention to your room number , trying his absolute best to avoid eye contact with your doe eyes. Your orbs admired his sharp profile and you felt the sudden urge to feel his skin with your lips. The very next moment you brushed your intoxicated cherry lips on his stubbly cheek, freezing his feet as he blushed the same shade of your lipstick. His heart began racing at unknown speeds inside of his chest fearing that he might cross the line at any moment. Everyday, he admired you from a distance in a platonic way, but was quite shy to approach you. And now, you were looking ravishing and he was feeling weak with every step he took with you in his arms in this silent passage. “ I think you should rest in your room now.” He managed to say still taken aback by your act. You had reached your room. “ And the keys?” “I don’t know... never mind.. Break the door super soldier!” “I don’t want to. How on earth will I close it then?” “They are in my back pocket.” You chuckled as you saw his puppy eyes eyeing you in disbelief. After he placed you gently on the ground, you spent long 60 seconds searching for the keys in the back pocket of your blue jeans but your drunk self just couldn’t get hold of them. “Man I kept them here... I’m sure.” “Let me see.” He said frustratingly as he turned you around by your arms so you were now facing the wall. He spotted the keys immediately in your back pocket but was hesitant to pick them from... well... there. You felt his gaze on your ass and his silence made it obvious. “You can grab them, it’s alright.” You mumbled, resting yourself against the wall, with your soft cheek pressing against it as you were waiting for him to get his hand inside it . He reluctantly did as you told him to, a smile drawing on your face as you felt his scared fingers brushing your body making its way to the depths of the tight pocket to fetch the keys. “God... this was awkward.” He thought to himself and unlocked the door, holding your arm tightly when he saw you were about to fall to the side. After pulling you inside and locking the door, he picked you up in his arms while you placed your hands on the nape of his neck, in order to take you to your bed. Which he did successfully, albeit you were not willing to unwrap your arms around his neck. Instead, you pulled him towards yourself , forcing his heart to skip a beat due to your close proximity. He was looking dreamy, how can a man look so composed and hot as hell after gulping down God knows how much rum. “Y/n please, let me go.” He begged hovering over your smiling face. “Come on, good girl.” He tried again to free himself from your grip, softly pulling your arms apart. Alas, it was useless. “Oh ! I’m not a good girl at all.” You giggled, making him lighten his tensed mood to match yours. “You really want to go?” you asked softly after licking your lips, with a hint of sorrow in your voice as your carefree smile was fading away and your eyelids began blinking heavily. He was about to answer your question, but before he could even open his mouth you had drifted off to sleep. “Not really.” He replied, nonetheless and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead.

[thevisionofbeautiesthemes]

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