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satorusugurugurl · 1 day
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JJK Men: Seeing You Without Makeup For the First Time
Warning: Fluffy sweetness, insecurities, suggestiveness, language
Characters: Gojo Satoru, Choso Kamo, Modern!Ryomen Sukuna, Nanami Kento
Word Count: 2,993
A/N: Ah yes, I love this trope. It was fun to write!! Please Enjoy, don't blame me from any cavities from this sweet fluff. Request Open.
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Gojo Satoru:
The smell of freshly brewed coffee was the only thing keeping your eyes open. You grumbled and cursed the sun for rising another day as you leaned over the kitchen counter, watching the magic bean juice filling your cup. The higher-ups must not like you because the mission they just sent you on was hell.
A week, a damn week, you were gone. A week from your bed, students, and your boyfriend. Stupid old men and their dumb missions. But who were you to complain if you paid your bills and you were able to teach the next generation of sorcerers? So life wasn't that bad.
Then again, your somewhat happy outlook on life might be the sleep deprivation talking.
The bastards were sweet enough to give you one day to recuperate. There was no time to relax, though. You had laundry to sort through, groceries to pick up, and the normal mundane things you'd missed out on during the WEEK you were gone!
A day off was a day off despite it being a busy one. You would get it all done after you drank this coffee Satoru got you from Mexico on his last mission. As soon as you downed it, you would off. You were already dressed to go. You had on sweats and a t-shirt, and you opted out of putting on any makeup, seeing that you would just be running around.
Your phone chimed as Satoru’s name popped up on your screen. You smiled as you opened the chat.
Satoru: Good morning, beautiful! 😙 Welcome back! I had breakfast delivered to you; enjoy! 🍳🥓🧇
“Oh, he's getting laid later.” You squealed, running for the door to your apartment.
You flung it open, staring at the ground, expecting a bag, but instead, you were greeted by shoes. Designer shoes that you knew all too well. Slowly trailing up dark uniform pants and jacket that was from the same school you worked at. Further up, you caught sight of a wide grin, a blindfold, and fluffy white hair. All of which belongs to your boyfriend, who was holding a takeout bag.
“Special delivery for Y/L/N Y/N!”
Your boyfriend was here. The same boyfriend who was utterly gorgeous no matter what condition he was in. The man could be caked in blood, and you still wanted to kiss him. Then there was you; you always put in the effort to look nice around him, hair styled, cute outfit, some form of makeup always on.
Today was not one of those days.
In a panic, you squeaked, slamming the door in his face. “What the fuck?! What the actual fuck!?” You glanced around for anything you could use to hide your appearance. You panicked and grabbed the first thing off the couch.
“Uhm, babe?” Satoru questioned, opening the door. “I know you were gone for a week. But I'm Gojo Satoru, your boyfriend.”
“I know!! Sorry, I wasn't expecting to see you!” you had your back turned to him, covering your face with your hands. “T-Thanks for the food! But I have so much to do!”
“Really?”
“Yep! Laundry!”
“I had Ijichi pick it up this morning.”
Fuuuuck.
“O-Okay! I have to get groceries!”
“Your fridge is fully stocked, courtesy of yours truly.”
The room felt like it was shrinking in on you as you listened to him come up behind you. The bag was discarded as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest. You weren't sure how he would react, seeing your bare face, and that was terrifying.
So many men thought women wearing makeup was like lying. You had always done very light and minimal makeup, but it didn't make it less scary. Sensing the tension, Satoru gently turned you around so you were facing him. He stiffened, his mouth turning from a grin to a shocked expression.
“Y/N?” His voice was so quiet.
“Y-Yeah?”
A choked laugh erupted from his throat. “I-Is that one of my blindfolded?!” He called as you stated at the darkness his blindfold provided. “Oh my god, hold on! Hold on!” You could feel him near you with the camera on his phone clicking. “Oh my god, wait until the second years see this!” Fingers hooked under the blindfold, yanking it up and off your head.
Your hands flew up, hiding your face. Your attempt was foiled as Satoru's gentle hands pulled them away. With a shuddering sigh, you looked up at him, biting your cheek as he fully saw you. For you, no makeup, fancy clothes, or styled hair.
Satoru just smiled, leaning down before he kissed your lips gently. “Welcome home.” He pulled back, tilting his head to the side. “What was with the off-brand cosplay?” Your cheeks are flushed, the darker pigment visible without any trace of makeup.
“I-I don't have any makeup on.”
“Oh!” He straightened, his large hand patting your head. “You're so cute.”
His grin grew wider at the confused expression inching its way over your face. “Seriously? Do you think that? Even without the makeup and the baggy clothes? You still think I'm cute?” Satoru’s head bobbed up and down so fast you thought his head would fall out. His sincere reaction made you giggle, shaking your head. “Satoru, you are so strange. But also extremely sweet.” When you looked up, you blinked, seeing Gojo holding up one side of his blindfold. His bright blue eye looked you over, inching over every curve and surface of you. “Satoru, stop staring.”
“I just was confirming something.” he snapped his blindfold back into place before draping an arm over you.
You poured yourself a cup of coffee while Satoru pulled your breakfast out of the bag. “Confirming what?”
“Just confirming with Six-Eyes that I have the prettiest girlfriend in the entire world.”
Gojo’s smile slowly faded as you slammed the coffee pot down. Oh fuck, what did he say?! You led around; fire swarmed in Y/E/C eyes as you stormed over to him, grabbing his wrist.
“W-What?! What did I say?” He huffed out a gasp as you shoved him onto the couch.
“Everything.”
You unzipped his pants, and Gojo’s eyes were wide behind his blindfold. Even with Six-Eyes, Gojo did not see this coming. Spoiler alert: It was him, he was going to cum.
Choso Kamo:
A knock at your door had you straightening from your spot on the couch. Looking at your phone, you quickly got up. It was well past midnight, and it was never a good sign when someone knocked that late at night on the door.
Much to your relief, when you opened the door to your apartment, your boyfriend looked down at you. “Choso?” a sigh of relief escaped your lips.
“I'm sorry. Did I wake you?” he asked before entering your apartment.
“No, I think you just saved me a stiff neck.” You yawned out before locking the door. “Did you and Yuuji finish up with that mission?”
“Yes, he went back home; I wanted to see you.”
Choso watched as you moved around the apartment. You straightened up the pillows on the couch and wiped down your kitchen before grabbing his hand and leading him to the bedroom. The entire time you went about your mundane tasks, Choso just stared. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something was different about you.
Choso’s eyes moved over you. Trying to depict what was different tonight. Haircut? No. New pajamas? No, that wasn't it, either. Everything Choso tried to think of wasn't the right answer. Not knowing what it was frustrated him to the point that Choso’s eyebrow twitched.
What had you glowing in the lowlights of your bedroom as you pulled the sheets back? “Cho?” You finally asked with a nervous chuckle. “Are you okay? You're staring holes through me.” Realizing that he had been caught, Choso flinched.
“I'm sorry, sorry I just—” Words trailed off as his cheeks flushed.
You had noticed Choso staring at you since he came inside. The poor guy never saw you without makeup, which was probably strange. He seemed to be struggling, trying to find the words to the mountain of questions he might have.
“It's okay. I think I know what you're going to ask.”
“Huh?”
“Yeah, you’re going to ask what’s different.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I look different because I’m not wearing makeup.”
Choso tilted his head to the side.”Oh, no, I was going to say you look radiant tonight.” The words that left his mouth had both of you standing in silence.
You just eyed Choso as he smiled, nodding his head like he'd figured out the mystery of what was different. Pleased with his conclusion, he helped you pull the sheets back. His hands smoothed out the covers before he peered up at you. You were blushing, smiling ear to ear as you finished pulling the bed back.
“I just finished doing my skincare routine,” you announced as you crawled into bed after Choso showered. “I have a new serum that is supposed to make you look luminescent.”
Choso studied you carefully as he crawled into bed with you. “Mmm, maybe that’s it.” He pulled you into his arms. “Or maybe it’s just me.” Choso hummed, staring into the face that he loved so much. “Falling in love.” Love?! “Yeah, I think that’s exactly what this is.”
That was the reasoning behind your radiant glow. A glow that always surrounded you no matter what you wore or looked like. Choso saw utter perfection in you. So it only made sense that the reason you looked extra stunning was that he had fallen in love with you even more.
You just snuggled closer into his chest, grinning wide as he yawned. “I love you too, Cho.”
Ryomen Sukuna:
Ten minutes. All it took was ten minutes before chaos erupted in Sukuna’s apartment. He had just finished changing when he heard the commotion. Yuuji and Choso were bickering before you gently tried to break up the argument. The next thing he heard was a scream, your scream, to be exact.
He bolted, running into the kitchen, where he found you wiping at your face. “What the fuck?!” His younger brothers both stood in shock, watching you in fear. Yuuji was holding a box of baking soda, and Choso held a bottle of vinegar.
In the center of the kitchen was the volcano experiment you had been helping Yuuji make. Sukuna was able to put it all together in an instant. He didn't bother yelling. He instead lifted you into his arms, carrying you to the bathroom.
“What the hell happened?” You flinched when you felt a warm, wet rag gently cleaning your face off.
“The boys wanted to see how big of an explosion they could make. But you know the boys, they both were arguing about who should do what. Words were said, contents were thrown into a beaker, and I didn't have my safety goggles on.”
Sukuna sighed, continuing to rub off the mess on your face. “You're not hurt, are you?”
“Nope!” Your confident response had your boyfriend chuckling as he wiped more of the foamy goop off your face.
After about five minutes of wiping and rinsing the rag, Sukuna sat on the tub's edge, examining your face. It was without the small amount of makeup you had on and the lighting of the bathroom that he stared at you. You were stunning, gorgeous in everything. But here in the bathroom, his eyes mapped out your face.
“What happened here?” he asked, fingertips pressing against a small scar under your eye.
Thinking it was food coloring, you turned to the mirror, seeing your bare face. “EH?!” You touched it, groaning as you looked back at your boyfriend, who was smirking. “You wiped off all my makeup!” For a second, Sukuna thought he was dealing with a third child in his apartment.
“Oh, I'm sorry. Did you want to have vinegar on your face?” You shook your head. “That's what I thought. So confess what happened there?”
“Acne scar.”
A soft him rumbled in his chest before he learned over, thumb grazing over a tiny scar at the bottom of your lip. “This?” gentle fingers moved up, brushing over your bottom lip as he stepped closer towards you.
“I-I fell off my bike.”
You swallowed hard, whimpering as Sukuna’s fingers grazed over your face. You were feeling how soft your delicate skin was. All of you mesmerized him. Every time you came over, he learned a little more about you. And god, he fuckin’ loved that.
His hands gently mapped your face out. The softness had you breathing heavily, his eyes glued to your lips. Having your boyfriend gaze over you with such a soft yet burning gaze had you shifting. The air in the bathroom became thick with need as he slowly slipped your tank top sleeve down.
“Y/N, let me see all of you. I want to map out your body and learn everything it has to say.”
“W-What’s gotten into you?”
The whisper tone of your voice had Sukuna sliding the other sleeve of your tank top down. “You. You’ve crept your way into my heart.” The confession that spilled from his lips has you leaning in, wanting him to touch you everywhere. The same way he had touched your face.
“Hey, is she okay?” Choso’s timid voice whispered through the door. “Yuuji’s worried.”
“Take Yuuji out for ice cream.” Your tank top is slowly pulled over your head. “My card is on my dresser.”
Silence spreads out as you tug Sukuna’s shirt up and off. “R-Really?” hands began working on jeans.
“Yes, I have my own project to work on.” Sukuna turned the shower on, and he never heard Choso collecting Yuuji so fast. Refusing to answer any questions as the door to the apartment slammed shut.
Sukuna’s antics had you giggling, licking your lip, and he stripped you completely. “A project, huh?” he nodded, following you into the shower.
“Yeah, but it won't be vinegar foam that covers that pretty face this time.”
Nanami Kento:
The hotel sheets were cold and crisp over your and your boyfriend's bodies. Between the chill and the heat Nanami was putting out, you felt so comfortable. It was the perfect combination that made you want to relish the feeling forever.
The sun was up, which meant you both would be going home soon. You both had been called out on a mission, one that took a bit longer to handle than you both were anticipating. You missed the last train back to Tokyo. Leaving you both stranded in Kawasaki for the night.
Instead of having one of the assistant supervisors drive all the way out to get you, you and Nanami decided to stay at a hotel. God, it was nice: room service, wine, a hot shower. Missing that last train was a reward for the two of you. Nothing more than relaxation and joy. But the moment Nanami pulled you tighter against him, you realized you didn't have your overnight bag.
Meaning you didn't have your makeup.
“Oh no, oh god no.” You whined as Nanami lifted his head.
“What’s wrong?” His groggy voice asked, trying to assess what was going on.
Burying your face in your pillow, you grumbled, cringing as you felt Nanami shift beside you. “I don't have my bag.” The covers move as Nanami props himself up.
“Your overnight bag?”
“Mhmm.”
Silence stretched out. “Did you need something out of it? Aspirin or tampons? I'll go grab you some.” The sincerity of his words made your heart soar. God, Nanami was the best boyfriend.
“No, no, I'm okay.” You shyly turned, swallowing hard. “I just realized you've never seen me without makeup.”
Nanami’s gaze was soft; honey-brown eyes slowly roamed over your face. He took his time, his hand reaching out, knuckles grazing your cheek. It was so gentle and sweet that you pressed yourself against his hand. The warmth spreads to every part of your body.
The bed shifts as Nanami’s hand cups your cheek, pulling you closer. “You are still as stunning in the morning bare-faced as you are all dolled up.” Before you could even think of what to say in response, his lips were on yours.
His lips were warm, like a spring day. You moaned happily, kissing him back as his hands slowly ran down your arms. Breaking the kiss, had you pouting with a displeased groan that shifted into a moan. Those warm lips slowly moved down your face. Nanami was trailing the softest, warmest kisses down your body, over your shoulders and upper arm.
“I want to see all of you.” Hot breath whispered over your skin. “See every part of you, body, mind, and soul in the raw.”
Soft kisses were replaced with gentle nips. The sensation had you arching your back as Nana crawled on top of you. His morning wood was pressing against your hip. It felt like you were melting into the mattress as the once-comfortable room suddenly became too warm. The need to get naked grew stronger and stronger.
“Kento~”
He didn't respond. He was too busy being love-drunk off of you. His fingers, lips, and teeth slowly mapped out every part of your body. Nanami’s actions left you a squirming mess underneath him. One that he was so pleased to see and feel.
Only once you were gasping for air, gripping his shirt, begging him for more, did Nanami finally pull back, taking his shirt off. “Every inch of you is the most beautiful thing that's graced this world, Y/N.” You sat up, pulling him into a starved kiss as he took your shorts off. Limbs entangling as he gently laid you down.
And yes, you missed the morning train. . .and the afternoon train. . .poor Ijichi had to pick you up.
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navybrat817 · 18 hours
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Sergeant Snuggles
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky wants you to get some much needed rest. Word Count: Over 1.6k Warnings: Fluff, swearing, humor, reader is tired, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning and the best boyfriend, okay?). A/N: I'm tired. I want Bucky to fix my schedule. Again! ❤️Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
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You should’ve taken the afternoon off. You knew that. There was no reason for you to remain in the building beyond your earlier debriefing. The mission you completed was successful, but you hardly slept over the last few days because of it. Describing yourself as tired was an understatement.
But you had a tendency to stretch yourself thin at times and were stubborn, a trait Bucky both loved and fought you on.
The beautiful brunette you were lucky enough to call your boyfriend leaned over in his chair as you stifled a yawn. “That’s the fifth time you’ve done that in the last two minutes,” he whispered low enough to not draw attention.
“Glad you’re keeping count,” you whispered back, feeling his steel eyes linger on you as before he turned his focus back to Steve. At least he didn’t say he told you so after you turned down his suggestion this morning to call in.
You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, the stubble on his strong jawline catching your attention. He hadn’t shaved in a few days. Hardly slept either. Still looked gorgeous.
How was that fair?
“Just take a break,” he urged, tucking a strand of his long hair behind his ear. “It’ll help.”
“No, I’m fine,” you argued, picking up your drink and downing the rest of it, as if it would give you a boost. “We have a busy day. I don’t have time to use one of the pods.”
S.H.I.E.L.D. had recently built a lounge area for agents to rest and recoup during the day and between missions. Some of the pods were large enough for two people to rest comfortably together. Why not cuddle with your soldier for a short time? As nice as it sounded, you had to get through a few more hours of work.
“I love you, but you’re about two seconds away from putting your head on the table,” Bucky whispered, your heart skipping a beat. It did that whenever he professed his love for you. But you were also feeling a bit grouchy, even though he was only trying to help
“And I love you, but I’m about two seconds away from flipping this table,” you hissed before Steve cleared his throat. “Sorry,” you added sheepishly. It wasn’t his fault the mission cost you precious sleep.
The blonde’s brow furrowed. Like Bucky, he knew you pushed yourself too hard some days. You had to though. You weren't a super soldier like they were. “It’s okay,” he said before he continued.
Exhaustion veiled your normally bright and attentive gaze. The Captain had a commanding presence, yet your eyelids drooped as he kept talking. You weren’t sure if you were able to fall asleep sitting up and you didn’t want to find out. With a shake of your head, you had to try and fight the waves of drowsiness that crashed in your mind and washed over your body.
It was a losing battle. You used to laugh at memes that talked about meetings that could’ve been done in an email, but it didn’t seem so humorous now that you were living it. Why didn't you just stay home?
You jolted when your boyfriend suddenly placed his hand on your thigh and you wished you could say you blamed it on his touch. “What? What happened?” You asked. Did you fall asleep or just zone out?
“The meeting’s over,” he replied, nodding to the now empty room. You hadn’t seen anyone walk out. That wasn’t good.
“Shit.” You rubbed your temple, an ache building in your head. You’d have to apologize to Steve later because there was no way you retained anything he stated. “What time is it?”
Bucky checked his watch with a slight frown. “It’s 10:55.”
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck that.
“Yeah.” Bucky’s lip twitched in a smile when you realized you said that out loud. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck that.”
You huffed, your head cloudy again before you slumped in your chair. There was no way you’d make it through the day, as much as you wanted to try. You were useless in this condition. “Okay. I may need a nap,” you admitted.
He smiled softly as he pushed his chair back and held out his hand. “I had a feeling. That’s why I booked us one of the pods before we got here,” he said. It shouldn't have come as a surprise. He knew you better than you knew yourself. “Let's go.”
You pouted, but took his outstretched hand. “Are you sure I can't just try and suck it up?” You asked, covering your mouth with your other hand when you yawned yet again. “There’s still work to do.”
“And you're not going to finish it right this second,” he stated firmly, the drop in his voice making your throat go dry. He meant business when he used that tone. “You're going to let everyone else handle it, and they can handle it, and you are going to get some rest.”
You loved this man for putting up with and caring for you. “Yes, Sergeant, but I still don't want a nap,” you grumbled, wondering just how whiny you sounded.
He chuckled, the sound making you giggle. It was infectious. “Just twenty minutes. It’s all I'm asking for to start. You worked hard and deserve a nap,” he said, sneaking a soft kiss in when you pouted again. “If you won’t do it for yourself, do it for me? Please?”
Something vulnerable flashed in his eyes before he blinked it away. Nightmares still plagued him and you discovered that he rested easier with you beside him. Your presence didn’t always chase the horrors away, but it helped. Maybe he needed this nap just as much as you did.
What kind of partner would you be if you didn't help?
“Okay, Bucko. For you,” you smiled, leaning into his side as he guided you down the hall. You’d do anything for him. “You know, my caffeine let me down,” you added.
“I know, baby.”
“It’s a betrayal. It was supposed to stimulate me,” you mumbled.
“I know, baby,” he said again, going along with your tired rambling. “But we both know I stimulate better than that ever could.”
“Yeah, you do,” you smiled. He was very good at that. “And this is a good excuse for us to cuddle.”
“As long as you get some sleep, you can have all the cuddles you want,” he promised.
A tired smile touched your lips. “I should call you Sergeant Snuggles.”
It was at that moment that Sam walked by, the smirk on his face telling you that he at least caught the nickname you just came up with. Your gaze flickered to Bucky’s profile, catching the clench in his jaw as he stared at his colleague and friend. It was a sexy look, but now wasn’t the time to think about that. And Sam, the good man he was, didn't say a word. He nodded and went on his way.
Which likely meant he pocketed the nickname to bring up at a later time.
“Sorry,” you whispered, hoping you hadn’t embarrassed him.
Fondness took over Bucky's blue eyes when he swung his gaze back toward you. “Don't be sorry. You can call me whatever you want,” he assured you, taking you into the longue.
The low light created a peaceful atmosphere and you found yourself longing for relaxation as Bucky brought you to the pod furthest in the corner. He helped you in before he climbed in beside you, his massive frame making you feel safe and warm as he held you against him. His fingers moved along your back in a slow and soothing pattern and your breathing began to match his after a minute. It made it easy for your eyes to slip shut.
You still couldn’t believe that you had someone in your life like Bucky. The man did everything in his power to put your needs first and make sure he took care of you. Not because he didn’t think you were strong or capable enough to do so yourself, but because he recognized that you didn’t have to do everything alone. That was why he was your partner.
In work, in love, and in life.
“Thanks, Bucky,” you sighed, wishing you were awake enough to say how much you appreciated him. “Sorry for whining and bitching and being stubborn.”
“You don’t need to thank me and you didn’t whine or bitch. I’ll give you stubborn though,” he said, casually tossing a leg over you before you could move away. If you asked it of him, he’d lay on top of you like a blanket. “Just get some sleep and don’t push yourself today, please. I’ll feel a lot better if you relax.”
You’d feel a lot better, too. “One more question and I will.”
He hummed as he waited for you to speak.
“What's the policy on sex in the pods?” You asked, resting a hand on his chest and feeling his heart start to race. “For future us, for the record. I love you, but we’re not trying somnophilia here today.”
He exhaled a laugh against your forehead before he kissed it, warmth spreading like a balm through your head. “I love you, too,” he whispered. Dragging his lips down to yours. “And I’m sure we can find a way to make it work, but not until you rest, okay? Need you at one hundred percent for that.”
“Yes, Sergeant Snuggles,” you replied, feeling him hold you a little tighter before you finally got some much needed sleep.
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I hope this reads well. 🤣 I'm le tired. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️
Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi
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eternityofend · 20 hours
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Another type of milk.
PAIRING: Francis Mosses x Female!Reader ( Slight Doppelganger!Francis Mosses x Reader. )
Requested: Can I request something for Francis, the Milkman? Like the scenario is: Y'all be talking then, they do it under the desk while the reader is working?
MDNI +18, NSFW.
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You scroll through your phone, time ticking with each passing second as you get even more bored. Your job as a doorman was nice however the hours needed to work were plenty enough of time for you to wish you had never taken up such a job in the first place.
You hear a tap on the window as you see Francis in front of you, holding a carton of milk in his hands, his movements were sluggish and his eye bags were darker than when you last saw him.
You ignored the concern building in you and tried to find your wallet to pay for the milk you ordered from Francis, keyword: tried. You frantically searched your pockets and the drawers but there was no sign of a leather wallet in all of the places you searched.
Francis stares at you with a blank expression, completely minding his own business as he didn't question the amount of time it took for you to find your wallet.
"Hey.. can I pay you up in a different way?"
Francis raises his eyebrows, skeptical about your request but nods his head; far too kept up with how much time this delivery was taking. He wasn't used to social interaction anyway, he just wanted to get out.
You motion for him to come into your office, opening the gate for him and closing it once he went through.
A few minutes later, Francis knocks on your door and you let him in, he's still holding onto the carton of milk which you help him put on your desk.
"Mmmm.. so what's this different method of payment are you talking about?.." Francis mutters, his voice husky with the tiredness he felt from his job, tone as curious as ever.
You walk up to him, putting your hand on his chest while smiling innocently.
Francis looked at you with a curious expression, gulping as he was nervous about what you were going to do with him.
Francis looked at your eyelashes, and your pretty eyes, trying to distract himself from the weird thoughts he was thinking; perhaps he was watching too much inappropriate stuff, he should limit himself on that.
"Do you live alone?" You asked, knowing well what his answer would be.
Francis tore his gaze away from you, now staring at your wall. "Yes.."
He hears a small laugh come from you, and his body feels tingly with extreme nervousness. Why were you laughing? Did you expect him to have a roommate or something?
"So you have no one to milk you at home then?" You whisper in Francis's ears, watching him tense up as he caved in to your voice and touch.
You saw the way his knees trembled to hold onto his body, cheeks turning redder than the scarlet milk he frequently delivers.
You put a hand on his cheek, making him look at you with a smile on your face. "Let me help you, that's my payment." You utter, watching his eyes widen as he came across a conflicted statement-- not knowing what to choose.
You really didn't have to wait long.
Francis stares up at you, hand on his mouth as he leans against the wall, ears flushing with blush as he attempted to conceal his noises from you, afraid of someone hearing.
You rubbed your shoe against his bulge, looking at him with a mischievous look on your face, wanting to make him cum from a dry orgasm before you fully fuck him.
"Ah~ Hnn~ Ngn~" Francis moans out, his sounds muffled by how hard he was biting on his hand, throwing his head back at how lewd your method to pleasure him was.
His eyes were teary and his cheeks were flushed, he looked as if he already got fucked by you even if you hadn't advanced that fast yet.
You grin, pressing on his erection with the heel of your shoe-- enjoying the way he stuttered, gripping onto your leg with his free hand.
A tap on the window stops you from admiring him longer, and Francis panics. He couldn't run out because it would be suspicious if the visitor were to see someone come from below your desk, he didn't want to spread rumours as well if someone recognized him.
So he just sat there, both hands covering his mouth.
Wait.. what were you doing?
Francis bites onto his hand, heart pulsing as he felt your shoe rub more against his dick, you were crazy! Why were you still continuing?!
You grinned, twirling your hair as you faced a doppelganger of one of the visitors, not even having to check the ID to know it was a doppelganger.
You had to admit, it sure mimicked the resident properly, but if it weren't for the real Francis already being below your desk, you would've let the doppelganger of Francis in, there were barely any differences as well.
"Oh? My appearance..? I don't quite follow.." The doppelganger muttered, trying to keep calm as he felt rage from how fast you figured out he was a doppelganger.
You were not only a pretty doorman but a smart one too, the doppelganger held back on transforming, wanting to see if he could still convince you that he was the real one.
You chuckle at the doppelganger's confused expression, adding a bit more pressure to your shoe as you pressed on Francis's erection, hearing a small moan come out of him.
The doppelganger's eyes widened, looking around as he was confused at where the noise came from.
What a shame, you'd so tease the real Francis using the doppelganger if only you weren't allowed to spread the fact that Doppelgangers existed.
"I'm sorry, but I don't quite think I can let you in."
You rang the DDD and let them handle the situation, completely forgetting about Francis beneath you, trembling at how much pressure he was receiving.
By the time you remembered about him, you were already finished with the doppelganger situation, seeing him all teary and red just from your shoe.
You laugh, lifting his face up as you stop rubbing your shoe against his dick, grinning at him with a new idea in mind.
"Let's start with the milking process now, shall we, Milkman? But first, why don't you eat me out first?"
You catch his flustered expression as he nodded, moving his hands all the way to your thighs as he got rid of your panties.
Francis moves closer to your pussy, licking on it as his eyes widened from the taste, it was much different than the milk he was used to.
You let out a breathy moan, spreading your legs wider as you felt Francis shove his tongue straight into you, eating you out as if he was a man that was starved for years.
His tongue flicks against your clit, and you let out a full moan, suddenly closing your thighs around Francis's head, he didn't seem to mind however.
"Shit... you sure know how to eat pussy.." You mumble, biting on your lip as you run your fingers through his hair, enjoying the sensation of his cold wet tongue.
Francis's hooked nose makes you moan as it pressed against your pussy because of how close he was.
You moan, throwing your head back when you feel Francis's tongue licking on your clit, lapping it up as if it was water.
Your grip on his hair tightens, clenching down on his tongue as you orgasmed.
Francis moans beneath you, the vibration running across your entire body making you shake and tremble.
You breathe out, your pussy pulsing while Francis explored your insides, eager to drink up all of your cum, not letting a single drop go to waste.
You pull Francis away from your dick, and your pussy twitches at the sight. His eyes are half-lidded, staring at you while his tongue and mouth were filled with your cum.
Francis smiles, and swallows your cum right in front of you, making you bite your lip from how aroused you were.
"We aren't done yet, Milkman." You grin.
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But apparently the story is done! I hope you enjoyed the story, this is my second time writing smut :)
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silent-stories · 2 days
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𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄
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Pairing: Astarion x GN!Reader
Summary: Astarion fears that he is forcing you to spend the rest of your life in darkness.
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Astarion was lying on the bed, next to you, his eyes were staring at an indefinite point on the ceiling and between his eyebrows there were a few more wrinkles, as if he was intensely thinking.
The inn room was comfortable, clean, and scented with lavender. It was nice to finally be able to spend a few days of peace after Cazador's death and sleep in a real bed, next to someone you loved.
You looked at his profile, the curve of his lips, the white curls on the pillow and some falling onto his forehead, the way his chest remained completely still, devoid of a beating heart and air in his lungs.
His ruby ​​eyes looked darker now that they were no longer in daylight and you found yourself thinking that you already missed the way they sparkled when hit by the sun's rays.
You glanced at the window in the room, the curtains were drawn so as not to let in the slightest bit of light, obviously. Ever since Astarion went back to not being able to be in the sunlight, you were always careful about that.
"Is something bothering you, Star?"
You already knew the answer, you knew him, but you didn't want to force any explanation.
"Don't you think you made the wrong choice?" He responded with another question, his voice low.
"What do you mean?"
"Don't you think I am the wrong choice?" He continued speaking without looking at you, his pale hands lying one on his stomach and one on his side. You wanted to grab one, kiss his knuckles and play with his fingers in that way that always made him laugh no matter how hard he tried to hold it back.
You decided against it only because he seemed so deep in his thoughts that a sudden touch would start him. You knew that some types of physical contact were still new to him.
"Star-"
"I feel like I'm forcing you to spend the rest of your life in the dark, hiding."
"You're not forcing me, it was my decision to stay with you."
"This is exactly why I ask you: don't you think you made the wrong decision?"
"You will never be-"
He interrupted you.
"I want you to know that if at any moment you realize that this is not the life you want to live, that you are tired of hiding from the sun, I will understand.
And although I may never be ready to let you go, I will, because you deserve to live. You deserve to walk among people, village festivals, going through the markets, you deserve the sun's rays kissing your skin. And I don't want to deprive you of what you deserve, my love. I can't deprive you of living."
The way he spoke and the sincerity in his voice, devoid of any hint of sarcasm and irony, struck you in a way you couldn't quite place and left you speechless.
He was telling you to leave him for your own good.
"As much as I would like to have you next to me for eternity, I find it a too selfish idea. Even for me." He continued, "So I'm telling you, if one day I won't find you lying in bed next to me, don't feel guilty for running away from someone who was limiting you, who was forcing you into the darkness when you wanted to see the world.
I'll understand it. I won't lie and say I won't spend the rest of my days trying in vain to fill the void you left in me, but that won't change my mind. You deserve to live, my love. Not to hide."
He was saying you could go, even though it would cause him pain. That it was more important to know you were happy with someone else than unhappy with him. You wondered if there was a greater sign of love than this.
"My star."
The way you called him, maybe stirred something in him. He turned his head towards you and his gaze finally met yours, his red eyes were big, sad and full of affection.
“I would rather spend the rest of my life in the darkness with you than in the daylight with someone else.”
He slowly moved his body towards you, his hand gently brushing your hip and so you reached out to trace his features with your fingertips, brushing a curl away from his forehead.
You kept talking.
"The world is still alive when the sun goes down, we can go out and live with it. We can see how the moon reflects on the waves of the sea and on the surface of the lakes, we can walk in the woods that only we know, we can try to count the stars and invent new constellations."
His grip around you became firmer but still extremely gentle as he pushed you closer to his body. You put your arms around him in the same way and with your hand you caressed his back, aware that under the light fabric of his shirt, the scars of his past stood out on his skin.
You remembered the day he told you that it was okay, when you touched them, that they hadn't caused him physical pain in years and that, when he felt the tips of your fingers run gently over them, it was as if they were healing for a second time.
"I don't care what we do, as long as we're together. I'm not interested in running away from you because I don't want anyone else. You won't find my side of the bed empty one day, because that's the only place I want to be. You didn't force me to do anything, Star, it was my decision to be with you. And it will be my decision to stay with you every day to follow."
There was a moment of silence, then his lips curved into a slight smile. Almost invisible, but enough to show the tips of his white canines.
“You have always been so stubborn.” He murmured before leaving a kiss on your forehead. It was light and sweet and made you giggle.
"I think you like that."
"Just a bit."
"Just a bit?" You asked, pretending to be shocked.
"Mh-mh."
"Now don't you try to tell me that-"
When his cold lips met yours, you couldn't finish your sentence. The kiss was sweet, full of meaning and slower than usual.
Because in the end, you had all the time.
Because you weren't planning on leaving anytime soon.
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ovaryacted · 14 hours
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I know you have a lot of asks so you don’t need to write anything for this but I wanna give Leon some good aftercare.
Like?? Imagine giving this man the best orgasm he’s ever had. He’s overstimulated, cum too many times and his brain is just not working afterward. He’s fizzled out and so vulnerable
Imagine taking him to a nice warm bath where you wash his skin and hair. He’s out of it, still feeling the aftershocks of ecstasy. Maybe he looks at you with half open eyes feeling nothing but goodness and love for once in his life.
You make him feel so wanted when you give him aftercare. Like? Touch his face, kiss his skin and tell him you love him.
He practically MELTS under your care.
I’m willing to bet he even gets somewhat emotional about it. After he’s bathed and dried off, if you let him lay his head on your chest, he might cry a little bit.
I mean, you are doing this because you love him. You’re not just taking something from him and leaving. You’re staying right there to make sure he’s ok. That he knows he’s loved.
It’s just a pretty picture, you know?
-angsty anon
MDNI/18+. NSFW.
Ah yes, the classic Leon Kennedy x overstimulation combination, one of my favorites. I always love the aftercare aspect of things, just being able to take care of him and make him feel loved and safe. I love that shit because it is what he deserves. For the record, I imagined RE4R Leon while writing this, don't ask me why, but that boy deserves a nice hug okay.
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Leon's body is limp on the bed, completely drained both literally and figuratively. His mind had turned to static, damn near wheezing against the mattress as his heart still felt like it was beating out of his chest. You gave him a run for his money, fucking him until he couldn't fuck back and his soft cock twitched against his pelvis.
You hovered over him and caressed his cheek gently, offering him a soft smile as he caught his breath.
"You okay?", you whispered to him, hearing him hum and making you chuckle. You tried your best to read him when he was like this, so deep in the haziness of his mind that he needed a little help coming back to reality.
"Do you want me to run you a bath?", you asked him, getting a shake of his head in response. "What about staying here for a while? Would that work?", and that got you a nod, so you gave him what he wanted.
You didn't hesitate when his tired arms wrapped around your waist, bringing his faze to nuzzle into your chest. As he brought himself as close as he could to your body, you ran your fingers through his blonde hair, pushing it back and scratching his scalp. Sometimes he needs the extra time to cool down before anything else, and you'd happily grant it to him.
His breathing evened out after a couple of minutes, your nails gently scratching his neck and shoulders, running lines up his spine and making him hum in delight. He'll open his eyes after a while, placing a soft kiss on your neck and you took that as a signal that he was a bit more coherent.
"You doing alright baby?", your voice was just as soft as your touches, Leon sighing against you and slowly blinking like a cat.
"Mhm. Can we take that bath now?", he asked, so gently one would think he was a child, but the tone of his voice only made you smile.
"Yeah, come on", as carefully as you could, you'd bring him in towards the bathroom, filling up the tub as Leon stood closely nearby. He doesn't take his hands off you and doesn't venture off too far, affectionately grazing your hips and thighs like a needy puppy.
It's not long before you both sink into the bath together, calming lavender and chamomile filling his senses and wrapping him up in comforting warmth. You sat on top of his lap, rinsing his body off and running some water over his head, caressing his face as if he were a porcelain doll.
Leon's mind is empty, just your presence alone doing wonders to soothe his hyperactive nervous system. You leave soft kisses over his face, on his forehead and eyelids, followed by his cheeks before going to the tip of his nose and his lips. He lets you do it, his eyes closed as he enjoys the much needed attention.
You're so gentle with him, treating him with a certain kindness he hasn't experienced in a long time, probably ever until he met you. For some reason his breath hitches and gets caught in his throat, his chest starting to tighten and before he realizes it he's crying. One would think he was upset or hurt, but what he really feels is gratitude, thankful that another human being wasn't treating him like an object meant to be used and discarded.
You don't flinch away. You don't leave. You simply wipe away his tears and remind him of the truth.
You're safe now.
It's okay. I'm right here.
I love you. So much...
It's things like this that make Leon wonder how he managed to find someone willing to ease his burdens, to remind him of the humanity he thought he had lost years ago. He doesn't say anything until he's back in bed with you, his skin moisturized from when you rubbed your lotion and body oil all over him and dressed him in some baggy clothes.
You find yourselves back in your previous positions, legs entangled in the sheets and his head resting against your chest. He's already half asleep after everything, and as he answers the call to slumber, you catch the mumble that slips out between his lips as his eyes close.
"I love you too"
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gglitch1dd · 21 hours
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How would paralysed!izuku and reader yk do the deed….bc I need the Deets🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️
... you're disgusting... I love you. Funny enough when I first was writing the ending, I did a lot of research on what happened to people who become paralysed particularly men and damn is it rough out there. Luckily our Izu doing stem treatment so it would probably be easier on him.
Paralysed Dilf Izuku x Reader
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Note: this happens a year after the surgery. Contains cunnilingus and mentions of ED.
You sat in bed, reading your book as you sat beside Izuku. It was late already but Izuku said he was having trouble sleeping so you decided that you would stay up with him in the mean time until he got tired enough to sleep. You knew some days were rougher than others, so you stood beside him regardless.
With all the kids in bed and Toshinori gone off to UA, it was nice to have a quiet moment like this.
"Y/N..."
"Hm?" You let out softly as you turned the page of what you were reading.
Izuku hesitated as he sat next to you. He was trying to word this correctly but he wasn't sure if there was a correct way to do this. You waited until he was ready to speak, not pressurizing him as you sat at your place beside him.
"Could we have sex?"
You paused, your body not moving for a second before you turned to look at him. You closed your book, heat moving up your neck and to your face at the question. "Are... are you in the mood for it?" You asked.
He moved a hand to the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle. "Not exactly." He told you honestly.
You weren't surprised to be honest. One of the unfortunately aspects of spinal injuries for men is the fact that it often came along side erectile dysfunction. Now you never thought that could happen to your husband at any time in your marriage, considering how insatiable he was. However, after the incident the both of you really didn't even try to explore sex until around two months ago.
With the stem cell therapy and physiotherapy, Izuku was making great stride. However it also caused some random boners that took you by surprise and also your husband.
"But I want to make you feel good." At that statement, your face dropped in surprise but you smiled appreciatively. Izuku looked at you with an honest expression and smile. He offered a hand and you took you carefully. "Even if I don't want pleasure, I want to give you pleasure for as long as you want me to."
You eased with a sigh. You put the book you were reading away on your side table. "Alright... you're lucky that the scene I was reading was spicy." Izuku laughed at your reasoning as you sat back down. "Where do you want- IZU!" Suddenly you felt yourself being grabbed and manhandled up away from where you were sitting.
You found yourself sitting on top of your husband on his chest. You looked down to see Izuku's face between your thighs, a grin on his face. You felt like your face was on fire, it had been so long since the both of you had been intimate together so it felt still so odd to you but not unwanted.
"Izuku!" You furrowed your eyebrows down at him. "How on earth..."
"Honey, I might walk slow but it doesn't mean I have to be slow." He stated plainly.
You huffed as you looked down at him. "But I'm- I'm heavy. I don't want to hurt or strain your spine any more."
Izuku gave you a blunt look almost as if not believing you would use that as an excuse. "Honey, I've stopped a semi-truck from falling down a cliff with my bare hands. You really aren't that heavy." He told you bluntly. "Now, will you keep finding excuses or will you let me eat out my wife in peace."
You looked away from him, your face burning at his words. You let out a sigh as you lifted up the large oversized shirt you were wearing. You worse simple cotton briefs but Izuku would be lying if he said he didn't like them on you. He hummed as he moved his thumb to go up and down your slit, brushing against your clit.
You let out a sigh as you found yourself relaxing on top of him. The feeling of friction finally against your sex was heavenly. You let out soft hums, affirming what he was doing. Izuku focused on rubbing circles on your clit the way you liked it. A moan tumbled out of your lips as you flicked your head back.
Izuku moved your panties to the side. His eyebrows twitched raising in surprise at how wet you were already. It had been a while but he was nevertheless glad you still responded so well to his touch. He took a moment to appreciate you, moving his finger down your slit almost like he was trying to memorise your cunt to memory.
You looked down at him with a frown. "What are you staring at?
"You." He answered dead seriously. He looked up at you with an honest expression. "I've missed you." He whispered softly. You weren't sure if he was talking to you or your sex or both.
You dragged a hand through his curly hair making a hum come out of him. You moved your hands up your thighs before moving to spread your lips for him. "Go on then." You nodded to between your legs. "It's waiting for you."
You felt the grip on your thighs tighten. You made the mistake of making eye contact with Izuku. It was the exact reason he lulled you into his grasp. Those eyes. Those eyes that looked into you like you were everything. His hooded eyes were dark with lust and wanting as he dragged his tongue up your slit, flicking at your clit. You gasped, tensing your thighs.
However, you didn't have a lot of time to brace yourself as he buried his face dead first into your sex. You had to hold a squeal as he start to lap at your sex. Izuku's arms were wrapped around your thighs, keeping you seated on his face. You let out a moan as you started to grind your hips down on his mouth.
Izuku lapped at your cunt like a man starved. He licked every drop of essence that left your aching depths like you were water and he was a man stuck in the dessert. He let out a groan, his eyes closing. The feeling of his groan against your clit made you moan.
"Yes..." You whispered. "Yes, just like that Izu." You urged as you thrusted your hips closer to his mouth. You grasped his curls making him groan again. "Fuck~ Like that. Come on." You urged as you started to become desperate.
Suddenly you felt a finger press into you. You flipped your head back as a deep groan left your lips. His fingers always felt better than your own. So much more thicker and so much more filling than yours could ever do to you. You were aching for more of him deep inside you.
You didn't want to be selfish but...
You missed his cock.
You felt another finger press into you making you stretch around his fingers. He curved his fingers, easily finding that spot inside you that had you seeing stars. You let out a moan. "Oh fuck! Right there! Right-" The words were taking out of your mouth as you arched your back, your thighs tightening around his head.
He chuckled. Izuku easily moved his fingers, deeply thrusting into your sopping wet hole. He moved his mouth to your clit making you gasp. It was everything all at once. You felt like you were so close. So bloody close. You just needed him to just-
"Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't bloody stop." You downright ordered of him as your thighs tensed. Suddenly without warning your toes curled as ecstacy washed over your body. Your body shivered in pleasure as you gripped his hair roughly. You were shaking in pleasure as your body felt like it was floating.
With a gasp you leaned back, moving your sex away from his mouth, trying to take control of your thoughts once more. You took in deep breaths as you closed your eyes. That felt good. It felt really good.
"That was great." You said softly.
"Yah?"
You nodded your head. "Yah." You turned to get off of him. The bottom half of his face was covered in slick which he happily licked off his lips. You shook your head with a flush but couldn't help but giggle. "Thank you Izu, I really needed tha-" Suddenly you stopped speaking as you looked down.
Izuku tilted his head before following your eyes down. Izuku's face bloomed red as the both of you looked at each other before the rather big problem at hand.
"A... Are you hard?" You asked.
Izuku hesitated to answer before looking back up at you with a nervous chuckle. "Surprise?"
Moral of the story?... There's a lot of riding and head involved.
-Glitch1d
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thepixelelf · 3 days
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and the universe said,
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07 - "bro, chill"
genres/tags: soulmate au, idol au, comedy, romance, dumbassery relationship(s): ot13 x reader chapter warnings: coarse language. kithing. a liiitle svt on svt violence note: ik it's been a long time please be nice to me <3 (this isn't edited... I'll take a look at it when I have the time)
When soulmates are suddenly thrust upon the world, you are one in a million who wishes they weren’t – and that’s before you meet the person (people?!) making your life much harder than it needs to be. And before someone asks you to sign an NDA.
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“Where are they?” Myungjun asks as soon as Jihoon and Junhui enter the room they agreed upon.
Junhui braces both of his arms on the back of a chair. “What do you mean?”
“Your soulmate—” Cutting himself off with a sigh, Myungjun pinches the bridge of his nose and answers his own question. “You didn’t bring them.”
Yejung, who was sitting at a table with her laptop, shuts it with a frown. “Why not?”
Junhui shrugs. “I’m just here because Jihoon dragged me out.” He shifts between looking at the three other people in the room. “You guys know I just met my soulmate, right? I don’t like not having them here with me, either.”
“Well then why didn’t you—”
“They don’t know.” Jihoon cuts off Myungjun’s words, then pulls out a chair and drops himself in it. He stares at a random spot on the table. When he doesn’t elaborate any further, Yejung sends a furtive glance Myungjun’s way.
“Don’t know…” She leans her forearms on the table and scoots her chair closer. “...what? That you’re their soulmate? That there’s more than one of you? That you’re famous?”
Junhui snorts. “All of the above?”
At Junhui's quip and Jihoon's continued silence, Myungjun raises a cynical brow.
"You didn't tell them?" Yejung asks, softly shocked. "Why?"
Junhui's eyes skirt to Jihoon; he's unwilling to share his own reasons, though he doesn't quite understand this about himself, either.
Jihoon sighs. "I don't know. It's complicated. Things happened too fast the first time we—"
"The first time?" Myungjun echoes. "So you've been with them multiple times."
“Don’t say it like that.” Jihoon almost pouts, but the facial expression just makes him look angry. “Look. I ran into them when the vocal team was on the way to that radio show. We’d stopped by a cafe and there wasn’t much time and I was so out of my mind that I—” He cuts himself off. “It doesn’t matter. I got their number, and then they left. I asked to meet today and we did. Jun was already there for…” With his arms crossed, Jihoon looks over at Junhui, remembering that he still doesn’t really know what Junhui was doing at the same cafe you apparently frequent. Is this the same cat cafe Junhui is always talking about? “…some reason. Then someone started singing, and they told us their soulmate is stupid and annoying because their mark…”
“It’s not like ours,” Junhui finishes for Jihoon, though this only deepens the confusion written on Yejung and Myungjun’s faces.
“If it's not like yours, then how do you know they're your—”
“It's them, Hyung.” Jihoon can't help noticing the hopelessness in his own voice. It's you. He knows it's you.
But you don't know it's them— him.
And he's not sure you want to know.
“Their mark, like, grows,” Junhui explains. “Ours just stay on our hands, but when one of us sings, the notes go all over their arms and neck. Maybe other places — I don’t know — but they obviously don’t think it’s either of us since we weren’t singing when their mark did its thing.”
“So…” Myungjun crosses his arms and taps his finger on his bicep. “They don't like their mark.”
Junhui doesn't nod right away, but he does eventually.
Myungjun turns to Jihoon. “And you think that means they don't like you.”
Groaning and rubbing his hands over his face, Jihoon doesn't dignify that with a response. “Even if they did like their mark, it’s an insane situation. Thirteen soulmates? They’re gonna run for the hills when they find out.”
“That’s not necessarily true,” Yejung says, to which Jihoon gives her a dry look and Junhui’s eyes light up. She clears her throat. “We just need to find a way to calmly inform them of the situation — preferably in a safe, comfortable environment.”
Myungjun recognizes a Yejung Game Plan brewing when he sees it. “Basically, what she’s saying is…”
“Let me talk to them.” Yejung opens her laptop again and begins typing away. “We just need to go about this in a calm, logical manner.” She gives a little nonchalant wave of her hand. “This’ll be easier than a design meeting.”
You’re sitting on the floor of your apartment, arms crossed, legs too, as you stare down at the shiny black credit card lying there between you and Heejun. His position mirrors yours, head tilted while he studies the card.
“It could be fake,” you say. Your knee bounces up and down, up and down.
Heejun lifts his head to give you a look. “Why would it be fake?”
“He said he doesn’t believe in banks.”
“It doesn’t look fake.” Heejun reaches out and takes the card, flipping it over in his fingers to read the back. “Looks like any other credit card. We should test it.”
You frown. “How?”
“Uh,” Heejun speaks like the answer is obvious. “Buy something?”
Okay, it is obvious, but the idea doesn’t sit too well with you. “Isn’t that stealing?”
“He gave you the card.”
“Yeah, but the police don’t know that,” you argue. “If I got charged for fraud, it would be his word against mine— no one would believe coffee guy just handed me his black card.”
Without moving his head, Heejun glances up from the card to look at you. "Why would he lie?"
"Um, because he already has? Who knows— maybe this card is connected to illicit activities and he planted it on me to implicate me."
“Which he would do because…?”
You throw your hands up in the air, then let them drop emphatically at your side. “I don’t know! Why did he do any of what he did?”
He raises a brow. “Because he’s a weirdo who likes you?”
“Okay but have you ever given your credit card to a person you’ve only met twice?”
Heejun’s shoulders rise in a shrug. “I’ve wanted to.”
“Seriously?” You can’t imagine your friend going that gaga over a crush, but then again, there was that girl in fourth grade whom he gave all his choco pies to. Heejun loves choco pies.
“Mine would decline though. It wouldn’t exactly impress.”
You lightly shove his shoulder. “Oh come on, it wouldn’t decline.”
“It would if they went over the limit. People only give people their credit cards for expensive stuff. You know that, right?”
The black card gleams up at you, almost tauntingly.
“Expensive stuff like what?”
He shrugs again. “Like a car?”
“You’ve been watching too many CEO dramas.” You exhale and place both hands on the floor with a pointed slam. Standing, you pick the credit card up and brush imaginary dirt off your pants.
“You won’t be so sarcastic when Park Seojoon tells you to keep that thing.”
You roll your eyes as you toss the card into the same trinket dish you keep your keys and other miscellaneous things in. “Isn’t that guy like six foot?”
“So was Huijun,” he counters.
“So are you. Is that all it takes to be a CEO nowadays?” you joke, pulling out your phone. “Height?”
Heejun scoffs, then frames his chin with his thumb and forefinger. “That and my devilish good looks.”
“Please.” You tap on a notification from an unknown number. “If that were true, you’d be the one handing out black…cards…”
At the way you trail off, Heejun furrows his brow and walks over to you. “What’s up? Did you fall for another online scam?”
Not this again. “Okay, first of all, that was not a scam, and I did not fall for it—”
“You didn’t fall for a not scam?”
“Shut up. What do you think this means?” You turn your phone towards him, and he takes it from your unsteady hand.
He reads aloud. “‘Hello, this is Shin Yejung of Pledis Entertainment.’ Did you apply there?”
“No,” you say, then shake your head and wave your hand. “I mean. I don’t know. Maybe. I applied to like five hundred places. But this isn’t that. Keep reading.”
Heejun takes a breath and starts reading like he’s holding a new edict. “‘It has come to my attention that you are in possession of one of my coworker’s bank cards.’ Oooooh, you’re in trouble.” He drags out the last syllable. “‘Please meet me at…’ whatever building, numbers numbers numbers… ‘so I can retrieve it. Please reply to this number for more information, and thank you for your time.’ Hm.”
“What do you think… am I getting arrested?”
Lowering your phone, Heejun gives you a seriously? look over it. “The cops are texting criminals now?”
“So you agree I’m a criminal.”
“You get annoying when you’re nervous, you know that?” When you roll your eyes, Heejun mirrors the expression and pokes your forehead long enough that he pushes you backward. “Look bub, you wanted to give the stupid thing back without using it, and now the opportunity has been handed right to you.” He waves your phone in the air like evidence. “The only question is why coffee guy didn’t just text you himself.”
You cross your arms. “Maybe he doesn’t like me as much as you thought.”
“One more self-deprecating comment out of you and I’m posting those pictures from your twentieth birthday.”
A gasp wrenches from your throat. “You wouldn’t!”
Joshua Hong doesn’t think he has that many unread messages on his phone.
He looks down.
Oof. 682.
Well, it’s not his worst.
Notifications fly by at the top of his screen.
[vernon] where is this guy
[chan] hyung this is important!!
[wonwoo] when have we known that guy to answer anything
[soonyoung] someone text yejung!!
It’s probably not that important, whoever they’re talking about. His members are likely just freaking out over this whole soulmate thing again.
Joshua lifts his hand and stares at his weird, natural — supernatural — tattoo. He still can’t bring himself to believe it.
Soulmates? Really? In this economy? This isn’t Tumblr.
At least… Joshua looks around the dance practice room… He’s pretty sure this isn’t Tumblr.
His phone rings, which is weird since he always has it on silent. Sliding the answer button, he brings the phone up to his ear. “Yejung?”
“Where are you?”
“The practice room,” Joshua answers plainly. “Isn’t this where we’re supposed to be today?”
Yejung sighs on the other end of the line. “I said in the group chat that we were dealing with soulmate stuff. Upstairs.”
Ah, so that’s what has everyone in a tizzy. “Alright, okay. Where am I going?”
“Room eight-thirteen—” He hangs up and starts to pack his things before Yejung can say, “Wait, no, nine-thirteen. We'll start when you arrive. Joshua? Hello?”
You check your phone for what must be upwards of the fifth time.
Yup, Shin Yejung of Pledis Entertainment definitely told you to meet her in room 813, and yet here you are. In room 813. Alone.
You shift on the leather couch. It’s a lounge-like room you’re in. You don’t really understand the purpose of such a room in an entertainment company, but whatever. You’re only here to return something you never should’ve had in the first place.
Although…
You turn the card over in your hand, watching the way the fancy lighting bounces off of it.
Why would Jihoon give it to you if he was just going to get it back like this?
Also, now that you really think about it, Jihoon did say something weird when he left yesterday with Huijun. Something about not letting “the rest” scare you off. Whatever that means.
The rest of what?
Or… whom?
You know Jihoon must work for the company in some capacity. The fact that both he and Huijun were wearing masks makes you think they could be artists…
Oh. Duh. Why didn’t you think of this earlier?
Switching apps, you tap the search bar and start typing. Just as you’re done with the last character of Jihoon HYBE, the door you entered through opens. You hastily slip your phone into your back pocket as you stand to greet the person coming in.
“Hello, you must be…” Your eyes scan over his face. He’s… delicate looking, until you move your gaze downwards a little, and his broad shoulders and thick arms are decidedly not delicate looking. “…Shin Yejung?”
You tilt your head. With no mask on the lower half of his face, he seems familiar. Now this guy must be an idol — you probably saw him on the walls when you were making your way through this maze of a building. 
He just raises a brow. “Who are you?”
“Oh, uh…” You stay standing in front of the couch as he approaches you, his arms crossed over his chest. “I’m just here to return this.” Lifting the black card up, you hold it out between you and the man. “It’s Jihoon’s.”
“Jihoon’s?” he echoes, then moves to take the card from you, pinched between his thumb and forefinger. 
You both see it at the same time.
His mark, five black lines, clear as day.
Yours, peeking out from where your sleeve is pulled halfway up your hand.
You look up from your not-really-joined hands, then look down again.
No fucking way. 
“Twinkle twinkle, little—” The notes, whatever they are, dance across his mark.
No fucking way. 
You meet his eyes. “...Songbird?”
He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds. A few too many seconds.
Then, “So it’s you.”
“Holy—!”
At the same time as you try to jerk away, he attempts to turn your hand over and get a better look. Neither plan really works out. You stumble backwards, and with your hand in his, he gets pulled down with you onto the couch. His free hand shoots out to keep himself from slamming into you, but, persistent as the universe is, your faces end up very freaking close to each other anyway. Warmth from his knee on the couch cushion next to your thigh seeps through your clothing.
He doesn’t move. You don’t either.
For some reason, you feel stuck in place. Not in a bad way, necessarily, but… you just feel like you should be exactly where you are.
You’re almost too close to make real eye contact, so you just watch the way his eyes study yours.
“Songbird?” you whisper, though you have no idea what you’re trying to ask.
He stops analyzing you and finally looks at you. “Yeah?”
“…Are you leaning towards me on purpose?”
His lips (since when were you looking at those?) curl down at the corners. “Are you?”
Slowly, like your mind is trying to catch up to your body, you shake your head. “No…”
He drifts closer. Or you do. Or you both do.
Or something.
Your lips brush over his, and your feel just as much as you hear him whisper. “Then neither am I.”
In the span of a second, his free hand moves from the back of the couch to cradle your jaw, his thumb grazing gently just under your ear. He kisses you, lips moving over yours in a way you’ve felt before, but also in a way you’ve never felt before.
It’s strange.
Not bad strange, but strange in the way that it feels like you’ve just put the last of the groceries in the fridge. It’s like folding that final piece of laundry. Like coming home to the bed you made when you left in the morning.
It’s… satisfactory?
But that’s not the word people normally use when they think of putting their tongue in someone else’s mouth, right?
You’re running out of breath, but Songbird is insistent, and so are his lips, which you find yourself unable to get enough of. He pulls back for half a breath, registers your kiss me again or so help me facial expression, and dives right back in. He’s kissing you and you’re kissing him and you’re soulmates and…
Wait.
Soulmates?
“Wait,” you say, though it comes out more like, “Mmaem” Climbing both your hands up his — whoa — strong arms, you cup his cheeks in preparation to push him away, but he seems to like your touch. He covers the back of one of your hands with his warm palm, and he hums in a way that is not PG-13.
The sound has you melting, unfortunately.
Not for long though.
He’s ripped from you just as quickly as he fell onto you, pulled back by some guy with fluffy black hair, cozy attire head to toe, and… shit, a you’re in trouble glare the likes of which you’ve never seen before. He’s not even looking at you, yet you feel scolded.
“Yah!” he yells at your soulmate, who’s now on the floor. Then, after glancing at you for half a second and apparently finding zero more words to say, he shouts at him again. “Yah!”
Your soulmate opens his mouth, but then he turns to look at the now-open door, which leads you to do the same. A mob of prettyboys stands just outside, some with their jaws dropped and some looking like murder just got legalized and they’re on the prowl.
Someone’s despondent voice shouts, “Hyung!”
You feel like hiding under a blanket. Before your flight instinct kicks in, though, you recognize two familiar faces. “Jihoon?” His eyes meet yours when you say his name. “Huijun?”
One of the many boys among those you don't recognize echoes, “Huijun?” while sending him a weird look.
Someone pushes through the crowd — more like slinks through, occasionally nudging one of the other guys out of the way. His eyes stay firmly on you as he approaches, but you find no fear rising despite that. For some unknown reason, even as this completely unfamiliar man strides over to you with a frankly alarming amount of eye contact, you feel… safe.
Or at least, something close to it.
He kneels in front of where you're still seated on the leather couch, hand resting mere centimetres from leg. “Are you okay?” he asks, voice slightly nasal, but so, so gentle. 
“Uhh…” Self conscious, you wipe at the corner of your mouth with your sleeve. You spot your soulmate catch you doing so, and a look of hurt crosses his face. His own reaction, though, seems to startle him, and his hand rises to gently prod his shiny bottom lip with one of his fingers. He looks confused.
Well, that makes two of you.
Taking in the man right in front of you — pretty, lithe, concerned for you despite his unfamiliarity — you fail to answer his question. “Are… you Shin Yejung?”
He lets out a laugh, relieved, maybe, that you're not not okay. “Jeonghan,” he says simply.
You nod. “Jeonghan.”
At your voice echoing his name, the man’s eyes light up. “Yes?”
“Oh, uh…” You weren’t trying to call on him for anything, but as you study his gaze, you find yourself lost in his confident ease. Something in his eyes says that he knew this would happen.
Maybe not this, exactly — your soulmate has found a spot on the floor and has not stopped staring at it, while the rest of the strangers are still watching you — but taking up the same space as you, facing you, smiling at you with a soft quirk at the corners of his lips.
“Ugh!” A woman’s exasperated voice makes you look up at the crowd by the door. “Get— out of the way, you… ugh—” She breaks through, pushing aside a tall guy who looks like he’s about to cry. “—you men!”
Stumbling to her feet, she rights herself and brushes her bangs out of her face with a huff. “Now, what is—” She spots your soulmate still on his ass and mutters something you’re pretty sure can’t be aired on any broadcasting network. “...my life.”
Your eyes meet hers as she takes another breath. “Please tell me you’re Shin Yejung.”
“Yes, we spoke over the phone.”
“Thank god.” Shaking off all the weird feelings you’d accumulated in the last — what? Two minutes? — you stand from the couch and sidestep Jeonghan. The black card fell at some point during that lapse of judgement (aka kiss), so you swipe it up off the floor and hold it out to her with no preamble. “I swear I’m not a stalker fan or anything. And I didn’t use it, so…”
You glance over at Jihoon, whose expression gives off an oncoming panic. Is he scared to see you? Why? Huijun looks just fine, happy even, with you here. You can practically hear the ‘hello’ he wants to say out loud.
You clear your throat. “Anyway, um. I didn’t mean to, uh…” As you nervously cross your arms, you nod towards your soulmate. “I’m his— I mean, we are… sorry. This is… I wasn’t exactly expecting to find the person who’s…”
Maybe you shouldn’t say you’ve been annoyed by your soulmate since you got your stupid mark. At least not while he’s in the room.
“That’s actually what I brought you here to talk about,” Shin Yejung tells you, a bit like a doctor who’s about to deliver the bad news first. She doesn’t even take the card from you. “Would you like to take a seat?”
You scrunch your eyes shut for a second with a little shake of your head, trying to manual reset your brain because clearly it’s still muddled. “Sorry, what? You want to talk about…?”
The mob of men in the room get hidden from your vision as Yejung strategically places herself between them and you. “Soulmates,” she says.
You look down at the black card, then back up at her again. “Soulmates.”
“Yes. Your soulmates. I was hoping to talk to you alone first.” She sends a pointed look at the men behind her. “But it’s not exactly easy to get these guys to lis—”
“Sorry.” You wave a hand in the air to get her to stop, unable to comprehend any of her words after— “Did you say my soulmates? As in… mates, multiple? Mates with an S at the end? I don’t think I heard you correctly.”
Remaining calm while your mind spins, Yejung nods. “I know this is a lot to take in.”
“Know what is a lot to take in?”
Yejung opens her mouth to answer, but a voice blurts out behind her, “We’re your soulmates!”
Maybe you haven’t known him long enough or talked to him that many times, but you recognize Jihoon’s voice, and something in your gut suddenly grows sharp. Not painful, but begging for you to feel it. Yejung shifts so your field of view is once again filled by men too pretty to be all in the same room. Jihoon’s standing there, fists clenched at his sides, out of breath for no discernable reason other than…
We’re your soulmates.
Seeing your hesitation, Jihoon huffs and tears a bandaid you never really noticed off the back of his right hand. Even before he completes the motion, you know what must be under the bandage. He holds his hand up, though, and the evidence is very near damning.
Next to him, Huijun smiles and lifts his arm, pointing to his own five lines with his opposite hand. 
Most of the guys behind them show you the same thing. Five lines on the smooth backs of their hands, near the base of the thumb. Dear lord, you don’t even know how many of them there are.
The angry one who pulled the man off of you earlier, at least, just looks lost, like he once had control and now has none. Relatable.
You stumble back a bit. Instinctively, you say, “Songbird?”
Though quite a few of the men seem to perk up at the nickname, only the one you already gave the moniker to truly reacts. Your soulmate — god, one of your soulmates? — looks up at you from the floor and answers, “Yeah?” before realizing he’s even doing it.
“Never mind,” you dismiss with a wave of your hand. “Ms Shin?”
“Yes?” She steps closer, a worried look on her face.
Jeonghan, too, moves toward you with a similar look on his face.
You try to take a steady breath and fail. “I think I’ll take that seat now.”
Swaying backward, your body falls onto the leather couch. 
You hear approximately ten panicked shouts as you go down.
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badbtssmut · 17 hours
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Where you go to a host club for a distraction and meet hottie host Kim Taehyung who makes you forget all about your problems when he takes you to the VIP rooms to fuck.
Contains: fingering, hitting it from the back, missionary , drooling, rough sex, Tae is kinda an escort
Inspo x links NSFW: missionary, behind
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“Mmm…” You couldn’t believe that you were actually doing this; naked from head to toe, your legs spread, getting fingered by a man you met at the host club. You had told yourself you needed a distraction— and it wouldn’t go further than a kiss, at most.
But there was something about Taehyung that made you eager to follow him to the VIPs rooms.
“Oh..!” You shuddered as he pushed another finger in.
The room was quiet, save for the lewd noises of your wet pussy sucking his fingers in.
“Such a pretty pussy you have here. Is this what you wanted to show me when you followed me back here? Hm, beautiful?”
His voice was soft and gentle, yet the words that came out of his mouth were dirty and sinful. You didn't mind it, though. In fact, it turned you on even more.
You found yourself nodding, not even sure if that was the truth, but you went along with it.
“That pretty pussy would look even prettier when it's filled to the brim with cock, wouldn't it? Would you like that, beautiful?” Taehyung asked, pulling his fingers out, only to push them back in a few moments later.
It was embarrassing, really, having someone watch you squirm underneath their fingers, but the feeling was so good, you couldn't complain.
“Yes… please.” You replied, eyes locked with his.
Taehyung didn't break eye contact, not even when he was leaning in closer to place a sweet kiss on your lips.
You closed your eyes, and the two of you just stayed there, his lips against yours, while his fingers were still moving inside of you. Then he pulled away, replacing his fingers with his cock.
"I can't wait any longer." Taehyung admitted, pushing his cock into your dripping pussy. “So wet, my cock just slides in, what a good girl…”
"Oh, oh..." He was bigger than you expected, filling you up nicely. Your walls accommodated him, and you couldn't help but sigh in relief, finally feeling the pleasure you craved.
"That's right, baby. Just lay there and take it." Taehyung hummed, resting his hands on either side of your head. "So tight, such a obedient pussy, knows how to take big cocks, hm?"
He started off with slow, shallow thrusts, pulling all the way out, until only the tip of his cock was inside, before he was back in again, going slow, just enough to drive you crazy.
"Taehyung… please." You stammered.
"Yes, beautiful?" He looked down at you.
"I can't.. Please, I can't take this anymore." You whined, hips bucking upwards to get more of his cock inside.
“Yeah? Want more?” And he did give it to you, his pace becoming faster, thrusts harder, until he was fucking you into the sheets, and all you could do was moan his name and beg him to keep going. You couldn’t think, couldn't focus, not with the way he was ramming into your pussy.
The man was burying your body into the bed with his thrusts, his cock pounding into you so deep that you started to drool. You were a mess, a complete and utter mess, but you didn’t care, not when the pleasure was so intense.
“You love that huh? That pussy is sucking me right in, taking me so well, so wet and needy for my cock. I bet you want more, don’t you, baby? Wanna cum on this cock, hm?” He whispered, his focus not faltering as he trusted you in the same rhythm.
“Yes, feels so good…” was about all you could say, your brain melting at how good he felt inside of you.
Taehyung trusted into you one last time, letting your pussy savor the taste of his cock, before he pulled out. Taehyung then directed you on all fours, spreading your legs open and pushing himself back into your warmth.
Your back arched in pleasure, your ass sticking out towards him. You didn't expect him to go harder than before, but he did. It was almost as if he had a sudden boost of energy. His thrusts were mind blowing, a steady pace causing your body to bounce back and forth, before he’d finish off the series of thrusts by firmly gripping onto your hips and snapping you back harshly against his cock, causing you to let out a pleasurable cry each time it happened.
Your arms collapsed under you, your face down and your ass up as he continued to fuck into you. His thrusts were hard and merciless, and he showed no sign of stopping anytime soon. Heck, you weren’t even sure how you were holding on considering how he was abusing your pussy like a maniac.
Your fingers dug into the sheets and your mouth gaped open, drooling into the sheets below. You could hear him cursing, his groans growing louder as he picked up the pace.
You could feel it coming, the build up. The tension in your lower belly, the feeling of your toes curling and your thighs quivering, you were so close, and he knew it.
“It’s okay, baby, if you got to cum, then cum, let me see that pussy come undone for me.” Taehyung cooed, running his fingers down your back.
That was the final straw. Your whole body trembled and you came on his cock, moaning his name into the pillow. He wasn’t far behind either. His thrusts grew sloppy, his breaths becoming uneven. He gave one last thrust, burying his cock deep inside of you before he spilled his seed, coating your insides with his cum.
You didn’t move, and neither did he, and the two of you stayed still for a few more seconds, before Taehyung grabbed your arms and pulled you up, your back resting against his chest. His fingers dug into your cheeks before he pulled your head to face him, pressing his lips against yours.
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brodieland · 2 days
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☆°•*⁀➷he's not just a man, mom.. ´ˎ˗
Luke Castellan x Fem!Athena!Reader Synopsis: Reader sneaks on a cruise ship with Percy, Annabeth and Tyson. Guess who she has a run in with !!!! Warning(s): slight angst. and uh swears ig Word Count: 1833 A/N: part 2 was requested😘 and I skimmed over a lot, I didn't want to copy and paste most of Sea of Monsters so yk Part 1
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Months, well actually, an entire school year has past since your boyfriend, well ex boyfriend now, Luke turned to Kronos. And yes, the rumors are true! Time heals all wounds!! Sure you needed some more time but you were starting to get back to your normal self slowly but surely. And the Athena head counselor position was rightfully handed right back to you (until Annabeth comes back for the summer).
Normally time isn't real for a year rounder like yourself, but there's been an issue. The magic barrier that protects camp Half-Blood is held up by Thalias tree, except her tree has been poisoned. No one knows when or how it happened, but you decided to keep your guess to yourself. Well that doesn't matter now. With Thalias tree slowly getting worse and worse, the border surrounding camp is weakening, allowing monsters to start slipping through and find the camp. Defenses are thinning, and even with summer around the corner enrollment numbers are at their lowest.
Thankfully you weren't on Charisse's bad side so she didn't mind joining forces. And don't get it twisted, you love Annabeth, but you've never loved her more than when you watched her and Percy (and a cyclops??) run up the hill and help fight the monsters.
After the fighting was over, you weren't injured yourself so you went to help out at the infirmary. It helped keep your mind off stuff, and now you had Percy and Annabeth to keep you company. You were currently checking them for burns.
"Wow, 13 and no body hair?"
"THE MONSTER BURNED IT OFF."
You and Annabeth just laughed at the boy. After you both calmed down you started to explain whats been happening the last couple of months at camp while they've been away. Grim expressions washed over them as you finished, Chiron being fired and being replaced with TANTALUS was truly the cherry on top in your opinion.
"Well, time to eat right?"
This might've been one of the most interesting dinners yet. The cyclopes, also known as Tyson, ended up getting claimed by Poseidon (Percy wasn't the biggest fan of this particular development), and we have an upcoming Chariot race coming up (something Tantalus decided to start doing). You weren't planning on participating in the race, but Annabeth and Percy got into a fight so now you had too.
Finally the day came and instead of a friendly race, everyone was attacked by killer birds that were just barely shot out the sky. Maybe some help on Clarrise's end would've been nice, but she thought winning was more important, while you, Tyson, Percy and Annabeth just got punished.
The four of you were stuck washing dishes when the two younger campers got to talking. They were smart ones, basically we needed the Golden Fleece, simple as that. Except who did Tantalus give the quest too? The winner of the race. Clarisse.
"But Grovers my friend!"
"Yeah you guys wouldn't even have the quest if it weren't for us!"
Your yelling didn't help matters, the Ares kids just accused Percy of wanting the spotlight. They just never liked Percy after he beat up their dad, the fact he did that still amazes you. You and Annabeth just accepted the defeated and walked yourselves to your cabin.
"So Annabeth, how's it been in the outside world?"
"Cooler than I thought but please, how's it been with.. you know what?" You averted your gaze slightly and swallowed. You were getting better, but that certainly didn't mean you were over him.
"I haven't heard from mom in like eight months." Annabeth looked at you confused. You never told her about the last conversation with Athena.
"What? I thought you were like, her favorite or something?"
"To be fair I basically told her to fuck off," you shrugged like it wasn't that serious but your sister looked at you like you were crazy. "It was about Luke, you know she never liked him." She just nodded as you both walked back to your cabin. When you got there neither of you couldn sleep and decided to stay up late studying maps of the sea of monsters, where Grover and the Golden Fleece were. Suddenly Annabeth stood up.
"Annie whats wrong?" You asked, looking between her and the maps.
"You didn't hear that?" you just shook your head slowly.
"Maybe it's just time to sleep-"
"No it was Percy, he was screaming for help cmon!" You decided not to bother questioning it and started chasing after her. Annabeth was following the sound and you just followed her. You guys made it out to the beach, where you saw Percy, just fine and not screaming. Tyson came running out too.
"Percy are you okay? Why were you screaming?" Annabeth questioned.
"I wasn't screaming, but I'm glad you guys are here." Percy explained how he had a run in with Hermes. The thought of Hermes just makes you think of Luke. That kinda sucks.
"Anyways, we need to use this," Percy held up a jar and pointed to the cruise behind him, "to get over there."
"Seems... reasonable. We have to hurry the harpies are getting close." you urged.
"Yeah ask your dad for some help" Annabeth pushed Percy toward the ocean. Why did Percy start with small talk, we're on a time crunch. Never the less a bunch of hippocampi came forward and we were off.
"I've never been on a cruise before, I wonder what it's like." You said.
"Probably won't be like any normal one if Hermes sent us." Percy pointed out. If Hermes sent us you, you hoped it meant what you thought it did. And you hated that you were hoping for that. Luke. Ever since your last conversation with your mom, it's like you've been seeing things differently. The gods really did just use their kids, but could you really turn your back on them?
You were cut out of your thoughts when you finally made it to the ship. You all snuck on and wandered through the cruise. Everyone here was like a bunch of lifeless zombies. Now if that didn't raise your suspicious nothing would. You guys were sneaking around until you found an empty suite on the 9th floor. Sleep was a must right now.
"Us girls will be next door alright?" You said.
"Yeah, don't eat or drink anything either," Annabeth added. She was right, something was off here. You and Annabeth left to your side of the suite to change for bed. Annabeth was knocked out in seconds but you just couldn't sleep. You knew why Hermes wanted you guys here, and it kept you up. While your sister was snoring beside you, you took the chance the sneak out the room. All you had was an oversized t-shirt that hung to your mid thigh and a dream.
As you started walking around, there were no lights to be seen. You started from your floor and made your way up. When you got off the elevator on the 13th floor, you saw the room at the end of the hall had a light on. It was nearing 2AM, most people should be asleep. That's when your gut told you this is what you were looking for. You thought it was time to listen to it. You made your way to the door, and saw that it was unlocked. You slowly opened the door and saw a certain someone with his back facing the door, looking off into the ocean through his window.
"Hey Luke," you said. Luke didn't move for a second, but when he turned it was slow.
"Y/N.. I didn't think I'd see you again." Your lip quirked ever so slightly, and you walked up and sat down on the bed in front of you, now just a mere few feet away from him
"Likewise."
"Lemme guess, Percy and Annabeth are with you? Were you sent to kill me?"
"Yes, and no. We weren't sent here, or anywhere in fact."
"Wow, look at her. Ms. Rule Breaker. What would your mother think?" You swallowed at the mention of your mother. What would she think?
"Well, we haven't spoken in eight months." You looked at the ground.
"Hmm, what happened?"
"You happened, that's what." You looked back up at him, he had a shit eating grin on his face. "Wipe that smile off your face Castellan."
"Or what? You're already here, why waste our time together fighting? We both know you're not here for the gods," Luke teased. He was right, so why fight?
"Just come here," you lunged up and jumped in his arms, kissing him like the starved woman you were. You missed him more than you were allowed to admit. Luke was a sore spot at camp, but hey, right now that was not your problem. You knew you were probably disgracing your family by being here doing what you were doing, or WHO you were doing, but you didn't care. You just needed Luke, even if it was just one last time.
When you woke up after a few hours, you wouldn't say you regret it, but maybe it wasn't the best timing. You were facing the window while Luke held you close. You slowly moved his arm from your waist and sat up, seeing the little clothing you had scattered across the room. Crazy night. You untangled yourself from Luke and got redressed. You truly didn't want to leave, but despite everything you couldn't stand with Luke and the war, too many lives would be lost on his behalf. As you made your way to the door Luke woke up,
"So this is it?" You had your hand on the doorknob and turned back to face Luke.
"Yeah," you made eye contact with him, a single tear falling. "It is."
"Goodbye Y/N."
"Goodbye Luke." You made your way out the door and shut it behind you. You took a deep breathe before rushing back to your shared room with Annabeth on the 9th floor. You opened the door, making sure not to make too much noise, except Annabeth wasn't in her bed. You continued walking into the room when the bathroom door opened from behind you.
"And where were you?" Annabeth questioned as she walked out the door.
"With no one!" You said quickly. Annabeth scared the shit out of you. She slightly frowned.
"He's here isn't he? That's why Hermes wanted us to come here?" You just nodded. "Guess it explains the hickies," Annabeth yawned and headed back to her bed. Your face flushed as you ran into the bathroom. Wow.. awkward!!!!
"It was just a goodbye, I'm not joining him," you walked out the bathroom and laid down next to Annabeth. "I can't stand for a war, no matter how much I love him. Or loved."
"Glad you made up your mind, but it's 6AM, can we sleep a little longer?"
You chuckled, "Of course."
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skitchskatchbat · 24 hours
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Fiesty - Part 2
Omegaverse Au Omega Houses Societal pressures Shitty Parenting
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Eddie was having a hard time breathing through his mouth squashed between Wayne and Mr Not-omega Harrington in the back of their car.
He sat shoulders scrunched up, hands on his knees and mouth open so he didn't inhale too much of that delicious scent.
Not-omega was staring at him, blatantly, and Eddie wanted to be pleased he had his attention but he was too scared he'd drop fang if he so much as breathed in his direction.
"Mr Munson, you didn't tell me that your nephew was a mouth breather," the little shit says.
Eddie snaps his mouth shut then almost immediately regrets it and drops it open again. Wayne of course just chuckles at him.
"Boy just doesn't want to drop fang," Wayne says, a grin tucked under his fuzzy moustache and Eddie wants to shave it off because ROOD.
Mr not-omega looks at him, brow furrowed.
"You're trying not to drop fang?"
Eddie can only nod in response because he can already feel the tickle of the other man's cigar smell, leather just under that and to Eddie it's delectable.
"Ed's always had interesting taste in partner," Wayne says, "Mr Harrington, I was surprised to find you in that omega house, what happened since I last saw you? And boy, it's just Wayne, none of that Mister business," Hazel eyes shift from Eddie then.
He looks away, out the window of the moving car. The building lights flickering as they roll past.
"I… didn't present the way my father wanted. He's always wanted a big strong alpha, next head of the family. Instead, he got me, almost omega yet not,"
Eddie huffs a breath through his mouth and takes a chance. "Almost omega?"
"I presented as… I don't know what to be honest. I did go straight into heat, the searing pain of developing that extra accessory, but at the same time...I don't scent like an omega, my mating gland is small, and…I can still knot," he says this all to the window, not looking at the two alphas.
"It's Steve, Harrington is the shithead who decided that a womb equals omega in his eyes and I deserved to be sold off.
"Son thats, well to be frank that's shit. Never did like your old man though, can't say Dick Harrington's ever been nice to me in my life,"
Steve turns, eyes wet and looks at Wayne right over Eddie.
"Thanks, yeah, so now I've got no money, no family. Nothing not until you came.
"Am I missing something here?" Eddie interrupts "How do you two even know each other?"
Wayne laughs again.
"Steve here interned for me a year ago, wanted to learn from someone that wasn't under his dad's hand and that, in our business, is only me,"
"Harrington Hauls sees all," Steve mutters.
Eddie looks between the two and squeezes his knees.
"Well, we still haven't told you what we actually need from you," he says, taking breathes through his mouth.
"You need an omega don't you," Steve says disgruntled.
"We do," Wayne says amicably.
"Well, I do," Eddie says, rubbing his nose. Cigar tickling it more.
"I assumed, so what do you need me to do? It's not like i've got much choice and you're the only alpha I'd trust not to abuse me,"
"Woah woah woah, I mean yeah, but shit kid,"
"I'm 20 I'm not a kid," Steve growls at him, eyes flashing and teeth sharpening.
Eddie can only stare. "Fascinating,"
"Well, what do you want?"
"A mate,"
"I'm not mating you. I don't even know you,"
"I just need people to believe I'm going to mate,"
"Fake engaged?" Steve says, suspicion leaving his eyes just a smidge.
"Yep, for a year at least and since it needs to be a close believable engagement I need someone as a year-long companion who doesn't mind being in close quarters and scent-bound,"
Steve seems to ponder on it.
"Just to get those omega pushers off your back?"
"Just last week someone mailed me an omega in a crate to the house, it's getting bad,"
"IN A CRATE?"
"Yep,"
"Look, I just need a friend, a very close friend and I will give you anything you need, resources, care, support, you're more than welcome to pursue whatever you want, I just need a mate for a year,"
Wayne chimes in with "He's not a bad boy Steve, I raised him after all,"
Eddie flushes red and inhales, only for his fangs to drop right out at the bright bitter cigar scent, orange, leather, and grass, it was so beautiful this smell, this gorgeous person in front of him.
"Woah, you weren't kidding about the fang drop, you really like my scent don't you?"
Eddie nods, a pitiful whine coming out from his throat.
"Okay, I think. Alright. We can do this, but I would like an allowance, a separate room and access to medical professionals,"
Steve reaches forward and slides a hand through Eddie's hair, scratching gently at his scalp.
Eddie's head tips to the side and slides onto Steve's shoulder, he can't control the deep purr that started in his chest.
"You've got a deal Steve, I only request you don't harm my nephew,"
"Alright," Steve says softly, looking at Eddie in wonder.
"But just so that we're clear. I'm not an omega, I'm an alpha. I know it and once the year is up I'm going to be that alpha," Steve says.
And Eddie, high on that scent, nods, because honestly, it's the best idea he's heard.
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Summary: Your bf gets traded to the New York Islanders, but he's a POS and Tyler welcomes you as the captain of the team.
Word Count: 11k
Warnings: insecure reader, gaslighting, cheating, allusions to sex (maybe? Idk there's a "steamy" scene but I couldn't quite get to smut which sucks. If you could read my mind)
Notes: there's quite a few scenes with the shitty bf. Don't know if that's a turn off but it kind of goes with the territory of reading a story. You gotta get the full picture. Hockey is not a huge focus but if you don't understand something ask or google it or just enjoy the idea of hockeyplayer!hook
Everyone told you to help him through his trade and just be there for him. But no one thought how this affected you. You had to leave your home, your family, friends, and even your job. 
Long Island was so far away from what you knew. No one was there to greet you as you arrived. Jake, your boyfriend of nearly two years, was told to fly directly to the game in Toronto so he wasn't there to make the move with you. You took a cab to the building where you now lived and you were met with all your boxes stacked in the semi furnished apartment. 
The place was nice, it had a big open floor plan and the walls were newly painted. But it had no personality. It almost looked like a bachelor pad with the black leather couches, brick wall, and bar in the living room. It would need some womanly touches that's for sure.
The first thing you did was take your phone out and call Jake to tell him you made it. But he didn't answer. You sent him a message hoping he'd get back to you soon.
Hey, I made it home. I miss you 💕
He replied with a simple thumbs up emoji and you tried not to let it bother you. Jake was busy and he was probably stressed with the trade. 
After a quick shower you got to work on setting up your new place. You wanted to have it as comfortable as possible for when Jake came home. The boxes needed to go first so you started with his things. 
His gaming system was placed in the entertainment center. His clothes were hung and folded in the closet along with his shoes. Some of his hockey equipment you left in the boxes next to the closet because it was too heavy. 
Next, you started on your clothes and took out a few essentials like your towels and warm throw blankets because it was colder in New York than your sunny town. By the time you had got down to bed you were ready to drop your head on the pillow and sleep for twelve hours straight. The rest of the things could be finished tomorrow. 
When you awoke it was too loud mutterings. Jake was home. You blinked awake and ran out to greet him. Your arms draped over him as you gave him a big hug.
"Welcome home," you told him, but he didn't return the sentiment and pulled your arms down.
"Hey," he said and looked around the place. "Why is this place such a dump?"
Your face fell, sure the place wasn't perfect. You still need to decorate and unpack a few more boxes, mostly your stuff, and then take out the empty boxes and bubble wrap you left behind last night. But it was better than when you arrived.
"I didn't have time to take everything out. I was so tired last night," you raked a hand through your mess of hair and ignored his scoff. You knew he was just cranky after a roadie.
"Alright well can you make a green smoothie while I shower?" He asked, Jake was a health nut and had a strict diet to follow closely.
Sometimes it was a little too strict, but it really paid off looking at his muscles. You grimaced however as you didn't have time to go to the store yet and nothing was in the fridge.
"There's nothing here for smoothies. But I can go out and get us some breakfast. I saw a cute little cafe around the corner.” 
He reluctantly nodded. "Don't take too long, yeah?" He kissed your cheek and walked away. 
You grabbed your wallet out of your bag by the door and put on your boots, then grabbed your coat to go out to the chilly street. The cafe bistro was just a few minutes down the street.
It was too cold for you though. Your shoulders were hunched in as you powerwalked to get there faster. You weren't paying attention when you crashed into a fit shaggy haired dude in sweats running in front of you.
“Oh sh-t, sorry,” you offered a quick apology. 
He had an unimpressed stare as he glanced over you and smirked, but didn't say anything back. He started running again and you shrugged. Your first New Yorker experience went alright, at least he didn't cuss you out and he was also really handsome.
It wasn't until you reached the cafe that you saw yourself in the glass door and realized why he was probably smirking at you like that. In the rush to get here you still wore your Care Bears pajamas and your hair was a mess. But hey at least your hair wasn't as crazy looking as the hoodie guy.
“Jake! I'm back!” 
Jake was sitting on the couch with a towel over his bare shoulders while he was playing video games.
“What took you so long?” He asked, pausing his game and turning to you to get his green smoothie.
“It was a long line,” you kissed him and he backed away wrinkling his nose and you remembered you forgot to brush your teeth. “Sorry.”
You turned and went to brush your teeth and go to the bathroom to fix yourself. It's not that you were careless about your hygiene, but you were so focused on getting Jake what he needed. He just got a little cranky whenever things weren't ready for him so you tended to forget about taking care of yourself. His only focus was hockey and you took care of the rest.
When you returned you jumped into his lap, surprising him. He groaned as he had to catch his control from falling and pause his game. But he didn't stay mad too long as you started kissing his neck. Soon you were christening your new couch.
You were wrapped around him as you lay back on the couch in your underwear while he stroked your back. He told you about his first game with the Islanders. 
“And the captain, he's such an asshole,” he complained. 
“What did he do?”
“He just thinks he's the shit because he's one of the youngest captains in the league. I told him about a pass and he completely wrote me off,” he chuckled. “But karma's a bitch. I think he injured himself.”
“Isn't that bad?” You asked. 
Having the captain injured so close to playoff season wasn't good and even you knew that despite knowing very little of the game. 
“Yeah, but don't worry babe. I'll get us to the playoffs. That's why they traded for me,” he said smugly. 
Jake was on a bit of a hot streak when he heard about the trade. It was still odd to you that the Kings traded him now. But they were the ones missing out. It was also good for you and Jake to get out of Los Angeles. You never really fit in with the WAGs there and there was someone in LA that you were happy not to be around anymore.
“I know you will,” you grabbed his bearded cheek and kissed him passionately. Yes, this was the best move. Here, you could be happy and no one could get between you two.
The first game you were going to was tonight. You spent the entire day getting everything for Jake's first home game. His game suit was picked up from the dry cleaners. His shoes polished and his gear bag by the door. 
“I'll see you later babe,” he kissed your cheek. “Wear the outfit I like, yeah? And do your curls,” he kissed you again and left.
“Shit.” 
You had no idea where your curling iron was, plus the products you needed to make your long straight thick frizzy hair curly were still in one of the boxes. It would take at least an hour to do your hair and you still needed to shower and blow drying your hair took another forty minutes. Plus, most of your clothes were still packed.
Why didn't you think about this before? Of course, your nicest jeans and expensive boots weren't going to be enough. If Los Angeles WAGs dressed to the nines you could only imagine how pretentious New York would be. Hopefully, the drive to the arena wasn't too bad.
You managed to make it just in time for the game and to meet a few of the other wives and girlfriends. Lexy, Ruby, and Julia welcomed you to the team with open arms. They seemed more laid back than the women back home.
For the first time since arriving in Long Island you breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe this place would be kinder to you. On Jake's old team you were seen as an outsider. Especially since most of the women were still besties with his ex-fiance. 
“So how have you been liking New York so far?” Julia brought you toward the seats at the very front of the skybox. You didn't used to be allowed to sit there as they were reserved seats for the top players WAGs but everything seemed more relaxed here.
“Oh, it's good,” you smiled shyly. “I haven't been out much. I'm still getting the place together.”
“Yeah, I know what that's like,” Lexy added on Julia's other side. 
“If you ever need anything let us know. Let me add you to the group chat,” Julia touched your arm grinning and looked back down at her phone. “There, I followed you on Insta when I heard you were coming too, but you're private.”
Around a year ago you set your account to private. There was a lot of harassment toward you because of your relationship but you decided to keep it because it was how you communicated most with your friends.
“I haven't really been on it lately but let me accept your request.” You took out your phone and the three of you were too busy talking and looking at your screens to notice another person come sit near you guys. 
The dark figure caught your attention first. You glanced at him and turned back to your phone and back to him again. It was the guy from the other day. Julia noticed you went quiet and turned her head.
“Oh hi, Tyler!” 
Tyler turned to her and nodded. Looking at him again you notice how handsome he is and you blush. His eyes are hard but you see a softness behind them. He meets your eyes and you turn away quickly.
“This is Y/N, she's Jake Blasser’s girlfriend,” Julia tells him. “Y/N, this is Tyler, our captain.”
You're surprised that this man is the captain. He looks young but you remember he's one of the youngest captains in the league. 
“Hi,” you turn on the charm. “Nice to meet you,” you smile at him but he seems expressionless.
“Hey,” he says dismissively and turns his attention back to the game.
You remember that he got injured during the last game of the road trip. No wonder he's grumpy. Jake also gets this way when he doesn't get to play.
Julia sighs and whispers to you, “Don't mind him. He got hurt the other day and the team didn't want to risk it so he's a little grumpy. But he'll be back out there in no time.”
Tyler is quiet for most of the game. You do notice him fist his hands when he's nervous. And he also claps when his team plays well. You remember Jake calling him an asshole but you only see a guy who cares a lot for his team. It's obvious why he's the Captain.
After the game, you follow the girls out of the box. Tyler is standing in the way and he lets you and the girls get out first. You pass him and brush against him, catching a whiff of his cologne. He smelled ridiculously good. 
He leaves immediately after to go to the locker room. Significant others and friends weren't allowed in the locker room. The team still needed to do interviews and shower. In the meantime, you wait in the lounge designated for family and friends. 
“We should go out to brunch. To welcome you to the team,” Lexy puts her arm around your back and grins at you.
“Yeah, that would be nice,” you say enthusiastically. You were determined to make friends this time. A lot of your friends were in LA and lately you'd become distant due to them not liking Jake.
“Great! Tell me if you want to go shopping too. I gotta go,” she said goodbye and went to meet her man who waved at the girls by the door.
Ruby and Julia left soon after too. Jake always took so long to get ready. You were usually one of the last ones to leave the arena. 
“So how do you like the new guy?” You heard some footsteps outside.  The door hid you from sight and you didn't give away that you were still there. It turned out to be a good decision because one of the guys groaned. And another scoffed. You frowned because they were talking about Jake.
“You know how I feel about it,” another deeper voice responded. It was the captain you met earlier. “He should have stayed in LA with his supermodel girlfriend.”
The rest of the guys snickered as they left and you walked out seeing them turn the corner to the parking lot. So Jake was right and his captain was an asshole. But why would he call you a supermodel? You were hardly that beautiful and your fashion sense was non-existent. Maybe he was being sarcastic.
“Hey,” you jumped as you lost track of time. Jake appeared at the door and wrapped his arms around you. 
“Jake,” you chastised as he chuckled. “Don't scare me like that.” 
“Ready to go home?” He asked.
“Yeah, we're the last ones!” You grinned, chuckling as he tried to kiss you.
“I'll make it up to you at home, let's go,” he pulled your hand and you forgot about the prissy captain. He didn't like you? Too bad, you were here to stay.
Parties weren't really your thing. Especially parties specifically done to celebrate you were a rarity. Tonight was your welcome to the team party. Everyone and their partners plus kids were going to be there so you made sure to dress nice.
“Is this okay?” You fixed your outfit and asked Jake in the car.
He smirked. 
“Babe you look hot. I would have preferred your hair in curls though.”
You tried not to roll your eyes. Jake has a thing for your hair always being in curls. You had an inkling why it was so special to him but you didn't like to think about it. 
“You don't think I look too supermodel-like do you?” It was a stupid question and you regretted asking when he burst out laughing.
“You dressed like a supermodel?” He snorted. “Who told you that?”
“No one,” you played nervously with your hair. You didn't tell him what you overheard his captain saying. It would only cause problems and you knew Jake would not let it go. He could be a bit of a hothead and could hold onto a grudge. 
The house was full of hockey players as you walked in behind Jake who was holding your hand. He immediately caught the attention of a couple guys while you searched the room for one for the girls.
One thing you hated about these parties was how quickly Jake forgot how awkward you were around new people. Then he'd ask you on the ride home why you were so quiet.
This time you decided to let loose. You found Ruby making cocktails on the kitchen island and took one from her. The night was fun and you met a few of the other teammates. On Jake's last team everyone seemed closed off and you were never close to any of his teammates. Here, everyone seemed like a family. 
“So this is the grand tour,” Lexy twirled in her dress as we reached the kitchen again after she showed me her house.
“I love it. It's so cozy and chic,” you told her. “Can you help me pick some things out for our place? Jake's been too busy to go with me and he has better taste than me.” 
So far, he's hated every thing you'd gotten for the apartment. In LA, you moved in with him and he had a nice big house. Everything was modern and sleek. Later on you found out it was a project done by his ex and tried to change some things but he told you it messed with his routine.
“Of course, I'll take you to my favorite shops. Oh, we're going to have so much fun!” She seemed really giddy and drunk off wine. 
As Lexy went back into the living room to take some more appetizers, you stayed behind to top off your wine glass. Also, maybe eat a few finger sandwiches. A second later, you jumped like you were caught in the act when you heard someone else entering.
Tyler eyed you as you turned back around and ignored him. It was childish but despite talking to everyone around, he didn't get the time of day from you. 
“Hey,” he said.
“Hey,” you responded and sipped your wine.
He stood awkwardly on the other side of the island as you heard the music and mutterings of the rest of the party.
“Did I–” he paused as you gave him a hard stare. “Is there something I missed? You seemed annoyed whenever I was around you, out there?”
“No,” you replied, shaking your head like there really was nothing wrong but he knew there was something.
“Really?” He curled an eyebrow. “Alright then you won't mind doing a fireball shot with me,” he said, pulling up a bottle from the stack behind him.
“Wait what?” You asked, almost choking on your sandwich.
“Yeah, it's tradition for the newbies to do one with the captain. Blasser already did one on the roadie the other day.”
“But he's on the team.” Jake didn't tell you anything about this happening.
“And you're not?” Tyler half smiled. “Here,” he passed you a plastic cup like an inch full of fireball whiskey. “Unless you think you can't take it?”
You grabbed it tentatively. Something about the look in his eye like his was a challenge made you take a deep breath and take the shot. You immediately started coughing it up and Tyler laughed, unscrewing a water bottle and passing it to you.
“I gotta be honest, I didn't expect you to actually do it,” he said around honest to god, giggles. The serious captain was giggling but you were glaring at him with tears in your eyes and he laughed some more.
“You're the worst,” you coughed out, but you laughed nonetheless. 
The ice had been broken between you two.
Both of you stayed in the kitchen talking about your transition into the city. And eating chips which you found out was his favorite snack.
“I can't believe your dad set you on skates alone at two.”
Tyler shrugged, “I managed to stay on my feet. Then fell on my ass. It's on video.”
You laughed, eyes crinkling as you watched him. He looked cuter when he smiled. The moment was broken when Jake walked in.
“Hey babe, time to go.” He said, wrapping his hand around your waist.
“Yeah, let me just finish my chips.”
“You shouldn't eat that crap you'll get fat,” he says playfully touching your stomach and you shake your head with a small smile.
“It's just one bag, Jakey.”
It's awkward with Tyler in front of you guys. The tension is thick between them. Tyler closed off into an emotionless mask and Jake held your hip hard. You are thankful when Ruby and Ang come in breaking the ice. 
“You guys are going too?” Ang asks and Jake nods.
“Yeah, it's getting late. Come on babe, let's go say goodnight to Lexy and Cass.” He pulls you away and you send a quick wave to Ruby, Ang, and a small smile to Tyler who shares a small one with you too.
In the car, Jake interrogates you about Tyler.
“Did he say something to you? I'll kick his ass if he was a dick.”
“No,” you laughed awkwardly. “He just welcomed me to the team. He's actually kind of nice.”
“Nice?” He laughed.
“Babe, you're so innocent.” He told you with kind of a belittling tone.
“I'm not Innocent. I just took a shot of fireball,” you told him, pleased with yourself.
“What?” Jake looked at you confused as to why you were bringing that up. You didn't really drink hard liquor. “Since when do you drink shots?”
“Just showing I can hang with the team too,” you told him smugly and turned to look out the window with a small smirk.
He snickered. “I think a glass of wine will do like the other WAGs. You don't have to do shots. I didn't,” he shrugged. 
“But to welcome you to the team?”
Jake looked confused then smirked. “See babe, you're so innocent. Can't leave you alone for a minute.”
Jake reached a hand under your chin playfully and you felt a bit stupid. Tyler was only messing with you. He wasn't really welcoming you to the team.
Tonight's home game was a late kickoff on a weekday so a lot of the players' families weren't around. You were there but you had nowhere to be tomorrow. In addition, you were getting bored of sitting around at home. You had no work to keep you busy and no family around to keep you company.
“Hey,” Tyler gave you a warm smile as he sat next to you at the front of the nearly empty skybox. He was in his team hoodie and track pants. “I was hoping you were here. I wasn't sure you were coming.”
At first, you thought he was being sarcastic, but when you looked at him you saw he was being sincere. He did seem to be glad to see you here so you smiled back.
“I wouldn't miss it. I don't really have anything else to do anyway,” you shrugged deprecatingly. 
“How have you been adjusting to the move?” He was the first one to ask how you felt. 
Everyone else assumes you were fine and Jake had already been through two trades before so he didn't really know how it affected you.
“I don't know what I'm doing to be honest,” you tugged a loose strand of your hair back distractedly. “Jake said I don't have to worry about getting back to work, but I kind of want to do my own thing. You know?” Tyler nodded empathetically. “I don't want my whole life revolving around him.”
“What type of work were you into back in LA?” 
You were going to answer but somehow you remembered how he called you a supermodel and how you should go back to LA. So you thought about messing with him a little.
“Modeling.”
“Well, you're in New York. You can get a job here.”
You tried to hold in your giggles but burst out laughing.
“What?” He half grinned.
“You really think I'm a supermodel, don't you?” you said through giggles. 
Tyler stared at you confused then it hit him what he said after he first met you.
“You heard me?” He looked ashamed.
You nodded but smiled at him. You weren't mad at him or hurt really. Simply confused why he said that. Maybe a little flattered, he thought you were that pretty.
“You didn't sound too happy about us moving here. But I get it, kind of. Mostly, I don't know why you would believe I look anything like a supermodel,” you snorted.
He frowned.
“Why not? I think you'll fit in great on Vogue or whatever magazine. But I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean to make you feel unwelcome.”
“So that fireball shot last Saturday was your way of making it up? I know Jake didn't have to take one.”
He grinned, at being caught. “To be fair, I just wanted to break the ice with you.”
“Why is it so important to break the ice with me?”
“Hey Hook!” You heard someone yell out and Tyler turned his head. Making you notice how close your faces were to each other in order to hear yourselves over the noise of the arena. “Coach, wants to talk to you.”
Tyler nodded to the trainer and turned to you. 
“Sorry, I gotta go.”
You watched him go and admired how he treated service attendants in the skybox as he exited. He seemed to have a good head on his shoulders. Jake's former captain never even talked to you or welcomed you to the team.
Jake went out with his teammates after the game. He invited you to go with them but you decided to head back home. It would be good for him to interact with his teammates outside of the hockey rink.
Sitting back in your PJs you scrolled through your phone and did something you never really did. Google Jake's teammates. Okay, just Tyler. You found out he was a second generation star and his father also played for the Islanders. 
Somehow you found yourself on Tumblr where he was very popular by the amount of fanfiction you scrolled through. But a few posts caught your eye from a few Puck Bunny slash hockey gossip blogs. 
Now you usually avoid those blogs. The only one you stalked was earlier in your relationship and they were tearing you to shreds. You cried and almost broke up with Jake over the phone while he was on the road because you thought he was cheating. But you were stronger now and this time you were reading about Tyler.
But it seemed they didn't know much about him. Apparently he hadn't had a public girlfriend in years. There was only one picture of him and his ex and he looked really happy in one of those stereotypical couples poses in the mirror. The girl was really pretty and exactly the type you'd imagine he'd go for.
As was usual there were the usual people claiming to have hooked up with him. All had positive reviews of him. Saying he was a cool guy but looking for nothing serious. And he didn't really answer DMs since he wasn't very active online.
There were also pictures of him in the locker room. He was lean and fit, as you expected but he had muscles that you didn't really notice with his baggy hoodies and sweatpants. He also didn't really talk a lot but that was common for several hockey players. They tended to hate talking to reporters or whenever they had a camera on them in general. 
After a few videos you decided to close out the tab and delete your history. It felt like you were doing something wrong looking into him like this. What he did was none of your business and it was a little weird now that you knew him personally. You glanced at the time and noticed it was already one AM and Jake would be home soon. 
Yu hoped he would manage to break the ice with his teammates and make friends with some of them. His transition into the team hadn't been easy from what he's told you. Maybe he just needed some time to bond with his captain. Tyler was really nice, maybe they just got off on the wrong foot.
Alright so maybe not everything could be settled with a couple drinks. Jake was not happy when he came home from practice. He slammed his bag down on the floor as soon as he got in and pulled out one of his beers he kept in the back. 
“Jakey, what's wrong?” You approached him and touched his shoulders.  
“Captain asshole,” he threw the cap of his beer into the sink harshly. “And his little clique of ‘lads’,” he spat then took a swing of his beer.
You sighed. “Maybe you just need one on one time with him. Why don't we invite him for dinner?”
You don't know why you offered. You never told Jake to invite his teammates over.
Jake grimaced then sneered.
“Hell no. I don't want him in my house. It's too bad he lives in this building too,” he shook his head, and turned away as he walked off drinking his beer.
That was news to you, but it made sense why you crossed paths with him on your first day here. Tyler never mentioned it but then again you haven't spoken to him that often.
The Islanders game was in an hour and you were going to be late. There's no way you were going to get to the other side of the city on a game day and during Friday rush hour. 
You still get lost since you tried your best not to have to leave the house. Which was easy since you had nowhere to go and no one to see. Except today you decided to go to a museum out of the blue.
Where are you? I thought we were going to have drinks before the game :( - Julia
I'm trying to get a Lyft. And I'm lost 😭 - You
Share your location with me - Julia
You did so and waited on a bus bench. You could hear Jake in your ear chastising you for being so dumb and getting lost. He could not find out.
You're lucky. Tyler is near there. Stay there buttercup he's coming for you 🙂 - Julia
A sleek black car stopped in front of you and you looked up to see Tyler sliding the window down. He gave you a small smile as you got in the car.
“Are you wearing a suit?” You blurted as you immediately noticed the blazer and tie.
A small blush marked his cheeks as he turned away and pulled into traffic.
“I had to. I was doing press at the NHL offices today. And it's game day. I've been told recently that I don't look like a Captain so,” he emphasized by waving his hand off the steering wheel.
You chuckled. “Who told you that? You are exactly the image of a Captain.”
He shook his head thinking you weren't being serious.
“You are! You're overly serious outside of talking up your team and you get so riled up when you watch them play.”
He glanced at you with surprise in his eyes. 
“I didn't know you were watching me that closely,” he said in a deep baritone that gave you a small shiver.
Comfortable silence fell over the car. 
“So can I ask what you were doing over here?”
“It's kind of a secret,” you played with your hands nervously. 
“A secret?”
“Don't tell Jake but I went to an interview earlier.” 
“That's great! So how'd it go?” He glanced at you to continue.
“I think it went well. They're going to call me about a second interview.”
“Well I'm glad you're getting back out there. But why don't you want to tell Blasser?”
“I just don't know if he's going to like the idea.”
“Why wouldn't he be? If you were my girl, I'd want you to be happy.” The way he said “my girl” made you feel warm inside.
“He just wants me to take it easy.”
“Take it easy?” 
“Jake doesn’t like to see me stressing.”
“Don't worry, I won't tell him,” he smiled.
“So how are you and Jake getting along?”
The air turned tense. 
“I take it you also don't get along with him very well.” Tyler didn't reply. “What is it with you guys?” You chuckled. “Should I lock you in a room together?”
Tyler chuckled humorlessly. “I don't think you'd want that.”
You watched him quietly as he kept driving. His watch shines in the sunset.  
“I'm glad we are friends at least.”
He looked at you earnestly. “Me too.”
Jake's sister Jenny was coming to New York this week. She was very particular about things so you were already on edge. 
“What hotel is she staying at?” Jake watched you strangely in the mirror where he was finishing brushing his teeth.
He spit into the sink and looked at you to answer your question as you stood by the door in your PJs. “She's staying here. I'm not putting her in a hotel.”
“What? But the guest room is not ready yet. We got the boxes we haven't unpacked in there.” 
Jake shrugged as he passed you to walk across the hall to your bedroom. “Jenny will be fine with some boxes in the corner for a few days.”
You weren't so sure about that so by 9am the next morning you were cleaning out the room. The things you didn't know where to store went into the hallway closet. 
All it needed was a fresh coat of paint for the walls. Since there was still a few days before she was due to arrive you decided to order some paint cans and get to work. It was still airy outside so opening the windows during the day would be enough to air out the room.
However, as was the case for Jenny she surprised you by arriving two days earlier. 
“Jenny,” you watched her with your mouth open in surprise as she gave you a quick hug and let herself in. 
“Hii,” her high pitched girly voice reminding you of the mean girls you see in movies. “Where's Jake?” 
“He's at practice,” you shifted in your oversized crewneck and loose sweatpants. You weren't ready for company. “We thought you were coming on Friday.”
Jenny made herself at home in your kitchen. Picking through the things you had on the counter decorating the kitchen. Her face pinched, showing her distaste.
“Yeah, well I saw an earlier flight and texted Jake last night maybe. He didn't tell you?” She smirked like this was funny to her. 
“No, he must have forgotten.” Dammit Jake.
“About me?” She motioned to herself. “Never,” she grinned. “You probably didn't notice or you don't care,” she pouted.
“I care,” you smiled uncomfortably. “Anyway, forget it. Come see the guest room. I just finished decorating it a few days ago.”
She grinned and took your hand as you took her down the hall. Your heart beat nervously waiting for her reaction.
“Oh,” she said, clearly disappointed. “This is nice.”
You tried not to show her how your face fell. Of course she didn't like it. Thankfully you were spared the awkwardness as you both heard the door bang shut.
“Hey, I'm home,” Jake called as he came in and set his equipment bag down on the floor next to the door.
Jenny went out to the hall running and squealing in excitement as she fell into her brother's open arms. 
“Jakey!”
“Hey sis,” he hugged her back and looked back at you, mouthing sorry as you rolled your eyes at him.
“Guess what?” She exclaimed. “I convinced mom and dad to come this weekend too.”
No…you weren't ready for their daughter. You could imagine how Jake's mom would react to the apartment. 
The entire family was full of perfectionists. Jake's mom and dad did everything to get their son into the NHL. And they expected the all star treatment whenever they came into town. 
“Cool,” Jake shrugged and sat his ass down on the couch to play video games. “Babe, can you make sure my mom gets the care package I always get her. I don't know who to call since we moved here.”
“Oh, and dad wants to golf at some popular club in the city. I forgot the name,” Jenny informed you offhandedly as she sat down next to Jake. “By the way, Jakey,” she said sweetly and you imagined she was going to ask her brother for another car since she recently crashed the one he gave her last summer.
In the meantime, you went into the room to try to get a day pass at the prestigious golf club you were sure Jake's dad would love. And to look up where to get the usual expensive care products his mom was accustomed to getting whenever she came to visit. 
When you finally finished making some calls you headed into the kitchen to start on dinner. You paused on the way as you heard the siblings talking in the living room.
“She painted it an ugly yellow,” Jenny complained. “And my room stinks of paint.”
You resisted the urge to yell at her that she wasn't supposed to arrive yet. If only she would have given you the courtesy of getting your things in order before she invited herself over.
Jake laughed as he continued playing. “Yeah, she doesn't have the best taste.”
“Tell me about it. What are these pillows,” she kicked one to the floor as she laid out on the couch.
You stomped into the room and received a disingenuous smile from Jenny. You ignored her and started on dinner. 
“We're not really eating here, are we?” She asks as you are nearly done with dinner. “Can't we go out? We're in New York!”
As if she couldn't have said this before you started cooking. Jake sighed and got up to the kitchen, opening the pan and smelling your cooking. You watched him expectantly so he could tell his sister that you made dinner and she could eat it or leave.
But he frowned and turned off the stove. 
“Yeah, let's go out.” 
“Awesome, let me get my jacket!” She screamed and went into her room. 
You hit Jake in his stomach. “Jake!” 
He rolled his eyes, “Babe, come on. I'm tired. Let's just go.”
He grabbed the keys and strolled out the door when Jenny came back and you trailed after them. The door slamming hard behind you.
Tyler clenched his jaw and inhaled deeply through his nose. If he had to listen to these people keep talking he was going to lose it. He had met some obnoxious fake people in his line of work, but he had yet to have them in his team. 
Jake's father kept droning on about his son as if he was single-handedly leading the team into the playoffs. Tyler knew Jake had done nothing but cause more distractions than unity in the team. And as far as he knew, he was still the Captain of the team. 
“Daddy, you're talking Tyler's ear off.” Tyler resisted the urge to roll his eyes as another one of Jake's family members cozied up to him.
Tyler gave her a short nod when he met her, hoping she'd understand to leave him alone, but alas that wasn't the case.
“It's too bad, Y/N can't be bothered to be here to introduce us,” she told him.
“Well, you already know who I am,” he deadpanned. To anyone else it maybe could have sounded cocky but he knew a girl who only wanted him for his fame when he saw one.
His mind strayed to where you could be. He knew you wouldn't miss a game so he made an excuse that he had to go downstairs to tell the coach something and made his getaway. There wasn't much traffic since the game was still going on so he made it back to the apartment building in record time. 
He knocked on the door a few times but didn't get a response. Tyler was beginning to worry and called your name again. The door finally opened and he wasn't prepared for the sight.
“Tyler? What are you doing here?”
“You weren't at the game and you didn't take any of our calls. I got worried and decided to check on you.”
And good that he did. You didn't look good. You had bags under your eyes and were super pale. A frazzled look was on your face and your eyes were red like you had been crying.
“I'm sorry,” he frowned, she didn't need to apologize to him. “I just had a lot of things to take care of for Jake's parents. And when I checked the time it was already late and I felt a little dizzy and I got a call from that interview I went to last week and I got rejected, and–” she explained, getting more anxious by the second.
“Hey,” he grabbed her arms as he soothed her. “It's okay,” he pulled her into a hug and she burst into tears. “It's okay, baby girl. It's okay.”
She cried into his shoulder as he held her. Eventually she calmed down enough for them to sit down at the table. Tyler pushed a banana toward her making her eat it. 
“Thanks,” she said quietly. “Do you think we can still make it to the game? Jake is going to wonder why I'm not there?”
Tyler fisted his hands, not in anger toward her but the fact that she still thought of her asshole boyfriend before herself. 
“Don't worry about the game.” He had faith his teammates would be able to win a game even without their Captain in the arena. He also didn't care if he would be called out for leaving in the middle of a game. His coach would probably give him a talking to about his responsibilities as a Captain but he didn't care right now. “You look like you haven't slept in days. You should rest.”
She immediately shook her head. 
“Jake's parents–”
“They're fine at the arena. They're in the sky box.” Fuck Jake's parents honestly. They were just as stuck up as their son and daughter. “Get some sleep. I'll explain to them what happened when I go back to the arena.”
She reluctantly agreed but he didn't leave until she changed into her pajamas and locked the door behind him. 
He booked it back to the arena and arrived right before the end of the game. No one called him out for leaving and he wondered if anyone noticed. 
The locker room was rowdy as he walked in behind the guys. He sat back for the questions with the press in case they asked anything specific. 
“Hook,” one of the lads whispered, yelling at him to get his attention. “Come’re,” Anthony nodded his head for Tyler to get closer.
“Sup’”
“Where'd you go?” Tyler just stared back at him. “I asked one of the trainers to get you a question and they said you ran out of the box.”
It was uncharacteristic for him to ditch his team. But he needed to check on her. 
“I stepped out for a bit,” he answered vaguely.
Anthony inspected him, he hoped he wouldn't have found out. His friend would pry.
“For what?”
Tyler resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “I had to check on something important.”
“Something or someone?” Anthony raises his eyebrow. 
“Senerchia!” His coach called him, saving him from this conversation.
He knew he'd get interrogated later. Perhaps even the other lads would join in. 
He looked at Jake and figured he should tell him about what happened. Ultimately, he chose to text Lacey and ask her to tell Jake or his family. He didn't want to cause her any more problems.
It was Tyler's first game back since this injury and you wanted to do something special for him as a thank you for last time. So you made him homemade potato chips.
“Hi, I wanted to give you this for your return. I know you can't eat these now but since we're all going out to celebrate after the game, I thought I'd bring them over before you left to the arena.”
“Thanks!” He noticed they were homemade chips. “You didn't have to.”
You shrugged, “I make them sometimes.”
You then noticed his lack of tie and his open collar. “I'll leave you to get dressed.”
“Hey,” he grabbed your elbow gently. “My parents will be at the game tonight. Sit with them, I told them about you.”
“You told your parents about me?” You don't know why you were grinning so wide it hurt.
He shuffled his hair with a slight uprise of his mouth.
“A little.”
You stared at each other for a moment before you cleared your throat. “I can't wait to meet them and tell them about how welcoming you've been. okay well I'll see you later and congratulations.” 
You tried to keep your hands to your side and not give him a big hug.
It was easy to see how much the team cared for their Captain. Even the WAGs and kids were excited for his return. 
When he got a hat trick within the first quarter and you threw your hat along with the rest of the crowd. You also might have cheered him on a little too loudly for him that Peter, his dad, sent you a small knowing smile.
Afterwards you went out with the rest of the girls to a bar where the team would meet you for drinks. 
The girls were already rowdy after a round of drinks. You caught up with all the gossip and laughed with the others. You felt like you were talking with old friends. Everyone was just so nice and friendly compared to LA. Long Island felt more like a family than a team. You imagined it had a lot to do with Tyler's leadership.
Speaking of the captain, he was across the bar chatting with the “lads”. They were his closest friends and the core of the team as you heard from Jake. Jake didn't like them but you found they were cool guys.
Tyler met your eyes and gave you a small grin. A warm feeling settled over you from the look alone. You gave him a short smile back and glanced back at the table where the girls were talking about Lexy’s new job.
The way she spoke excitedly about it made you ache for something similar. Even though you were enjoying being here it still didn't fulfill you. There was something missing and you really wanted to get back out there and find yourself.
Your relationship with Jake was fine but he was always busy. And you didn't want to feel like a burden to him anymore. Something had to give and you hoped he was okay with it.
“Hey, ready to go home?” Jake's overwhelming scent of his cologne reached you as he placed his large hand on your shoulder. In the background, you heard the girls complain and tell him to stay longer, but you knew he was probably tired from the game and socializing with the team. 
“Yeah,” you turned to him and nodded. “Let me just go to the restroom before we go.”
“Alright, I'll meet you in front,” he was already turning as you stood and got your purse, saying some quick goodbyes with the girls.
As you were leaving you noticed Tyler talking with a very attractive woman by the bar. He made eye contact with you and gave you a small wave as the woman continued talking to him. 
An unknown feeling reeled in your belly but you shook it off as you met Jake outside. But on your way home you kept wondering if Tyler would take that woman home. Not that it was any of your business. Good for him. He was single and he had a good night.
It was close to the playoff season and things were heating up for the Islanders. Unfortunately, things were heating up between you and Jake too and not in a good way.
“Why do you have to look for work now?” Jake complained for the third time since you told him earlier this week. “I'm in the middle of getting my team into the playoffs. I need you to focus here, not on some job you're probably not going to get.”
His words hurt, mostly because you knew he was right. The job you wanted was a coveted spot in one of the best companies in Long Island. You were severely under qualified for the job. 
Jake knew he hit a spot when you turned away from him and sniffed. He sighed and slowly got closer to your back. 
“Babe,” he said softly. “I'm sorry. I know you want to work, and I promise I'll help you find something this summer.”
He slowly turned you around and you buried your face in his chest as you felt tears burning in your eyes. 
“Plus, I don't know if we're going to be staying here if we don't make it all the way to the Cup.”
You looked up at him alarmed.
“What?” You asked, voice hiccuping from crying.
Jake grimaced, “Just this team, babe.” He shook his head, sounding annoyed. “But I don't want to talk about it. And I don't want to see you crying anymore,” he kissed your forehead and brushed your hair away from your face. “You're too pretty to cry. Let me see you smile.”
You did as he said even though you weren't feeling it. Especially when you thought about doing the whole moving thing again. You really hoped things worked out because you think you found your home here in Long Island. 
Two weeks later, the team went on a road trip in Canada. Meanwhile, you were at home prepping for your interview that was looming closer. Every day you went over questions you were sure they'd ask you to see if you were qualified.
You walked around the halls of the apartment building going over your answers in your head . It was something you did to prepare as it usually helped you not forget things if you got anxious. You stumbled when you found someone turning the corner. 
“Hey,” Tyler greeted you, his hand on the handle of his suitcase behind him. Looks like they had returned from their roadie earlier than planned or maybe you lost track of time. “Are you here to see me?”
He grinned at you and you couldn't help grin back until his words hit you.
“Oh! Uh, no,” you smiled awkwardly. “I actually,” you turned your head left and right noticing where you were. “I didn't know I was on this floor. I kind of was going through some stuff in my head and–” you looked at him as he seemed a little confused. “Sorry, I have a lot on my mind. I'll let you go, you must be tired.”
“Nah, come in,” he nodded to his door. “I haven't seen you in a while. Do you want a drink?”
“I should go see Jake,” you told him, but he insisted.
“Come on, just one drink,” he watched you expectantly and you nodded.
You walked into his apartment and looked around at his place. He had a really nice home. Nothing like the bachelor pad you expected from the captain of the Islanders.
“So how was the roadie?” You asked him once you were sitting at his kitchen nook eating some chips he had out. Jake didn't let you keep any of these snacks at home during playoff season. “The girls and I watched the games at Ruby and Angelo’s. you guys played so well.”
“Yeah, the team is doing fantastic out there,” he sounded proud but quickly grimaced.
“But?” 
He looked at you then swallowed and shook his head. 
“Nothing,” he said but you knew there was something going on and you could only imagine what it was.
“Are you and Jake still butting heads?” 
He looked at you curiously.
“Yeah,” he answered, like he was not expecting you to know about it. 
“Jake just really cares about hockey,” you shared. “I know he can sometimes be a little overbearing but he means well.”
Tyler was quiet as he looked at the countertop and moved his hand repeatedly over a spot. You reached over and touched his hand. He stopped moving it and kept his eyes glued on your hand over his.
“Why don't you come for dinner? I can cook something up, give you guys a home cooked meal and y'all can have a chance to talk outside of the locker room,” you suggested and smiled warmly as he finally met your eyes.
“I don't think that's a good idea,” he responded and you took your hand off of him. “We just got out of a six hour plane ride. I bet he's tired from the roadie.”
“Yeah, you're right,” you agreed. “I should probably go check on him. He's probably wondering where I am. I left my bag in the apartment.”
You got off the stool and Tyler stepped around the kitchen island to catch your wrist. You looked at his fingers around you as if it burned. He let it go just as quickly.
“You didn't tell me what was on your mind,” he said.
“Oh, uh it's nothing. Just another job interview. I'm not sure if I'm going anyway,” you tucked a strand of hair behind your hair and avoided his face. “I'm probably not gonna get it anyway.”
“Hey,” he got closer, only an inch between you. “Don't talk like that. Go. You never know what could happen. I mean you got more chances than us winning the Stanley Cup,” he joked.
“Oh, you guys are winning Tyler. You're an amazing Captain,” you gazed into each other's eyes for an extended minute until you finally broke when you felt your phone buzzing in your pocket. “I'll see you later,” you told him as you left his apartment and hurried to yours where Jake was downstairs calling you.
Things just didn't seem to sort themselves out with Jake. Lately, all you did was fight. He was always in a mood when he was home despite the team doing amazing.
Sometimes you wondered if Jake was happy with you. Or if he was happy with anything? All he did was talk shit about his team. Especially Tyler who he unashamedly despised.
At the same time, you couldn't respect Tyler more. He was leading his team to the finals. The few times you saw him, because he was so busy, he was always very nice despite being tired.
But all Jake did was complain. Either you didn't have his things ready when he wanted them or you cooked the wrong meal. There was a cold distance between you two during dinner, on the drive home, and in your bed.
Sometimes you cry yourself to sleep. Your anxiety was off the charts especially with the job interview looming closer. 
Tyler and the girls encouraged you while Jake remained oblivious that you were still taking the interview. Despite this you still went to every one of his games and put on your Playoff jacket with his name on the back as you cheered him on with the other WAGs.
When the team won the last game to make it into the finals you went into the locker room with the rest of the WAGs to celebrate. 
You got sweaty hugs from the guys as you passed by looking for Jake who was somewhere in the back celebrating. Then you crossed looks with Tyler who was shirtless with a huge smile on his face. 
“Congratulations,” you told him, resisting the urge to embrace him too. He just looked so damn good. His chain hung on his neck and his hair was all over the place. Tattoos that you'd never seen on display.
He didn't care though as he grabbed you in a hug. You held onto his shoulders and smiled into his skin.
“You deserve it,” you told him.
“Couldn’t have done it without you being here,” he said. You pulled back and saw him grinning from ear to ear, brightening the whole room.
You didn't get to ask him what he meant when you heard Jake before he came enveloping your body and pushing you forward brusquely. 
“I'm going to the finals, babe,” he said in your ear obnoxiously.
“Yes you are,” you smiled at Tyler whose grin faded. 
You rolled your eyes. Can't they play nice? They just made it to the finals. 
“Gonna get the Cup, aren't we, Hook?” Tyler glanced down at Jake's arm around your chest.
“Hook?” You asked.
“That's his nickname. Because he looks like a fucking kid like that movie,” Jake joked, probably mistaking Hook for Peter Pan, but it sounded like a jab at Tyler by the look on the other man's face.
Awkwardly you took his arm off you and turned him around to get him to go change so you could go. Tyler disappeared and you breathed a sigh of relief at dissolving the tension between them.
You sat in Jake's booth as you waited and noticed his phone buzz. One look at it and you frowned. Taking it in your hand you put in his code and opened the new text. 
Congratulations baby!! I can't wait to celebrate together🥂 here's a sneak peak 💕
You watched the picture emotionlessly. It was her. Of course, it was her. His one true love. Jake was talking to his ex again– No. He was seeing her again.
The celebratory setting wasn't for you anymore. You walked out of the locker room. You didn't belong there. You never did.
Jake denied it. He told you she was the one texting him. That was the first time. It didn't mean anything. He deleted it. He blocked her. 
But you knew. 
It would never be over. He would always be a cheater. Most importantly he would always run back to her. Because it's happened before. 
Even the trade to Long Island didn't keep them apart. Jake told you he'd asked for it to get away from her and give you guys a chance. 
You stupidly believed him. You believed him over and over again. You left everything for him. You're life was his and he didn't care every time he pushed you down and hurt you.
“I made this move for you. Had to deal with a shit Captain just for you,” he insisted.
“Bullshit!” You spat loudly, you were sure the neighbors heard as you slammed the door to the apartment.
“You got traded because you wanted more money and they wouldn't give it to you. Now you're placing all this shit on Tyler. And me. You always blame everyone else except yourself.”
“Maybe I had to go looking for someone else because you can't support me at all. Instead you're wasting your time on that stupid interview,” he snorted. “Don't think I didn't see those cards. I'm working my ass off getting my team through the playoffs and you're out here doing that wasting your time.”
“Fuck you. All I've done since I got here was try to make this move easier for you, but of course Jake couldn't have the attention on him for one second and you call her back.”
“I don't need you to do this right now,” he threw his hands in the air and went down the hall to your room. “I got the game in two days. I'll crash at a hotel.”
He came back with a duffel bag. You watched him through teary eyes. It was like deja Vu. This had happened before. You chasing after him was a common occurrence. Jake knew it. He was just waiting for you to do it again. 
However, this time you didn't say anything. You wiped your tears and watched him. He gave you an expectant look back. One word and he'd turn around and gaslight you into believing you would never find a man like him again. 
“Man, fuck this,” he said. “No one is going to fuck you like me you know that babe.”
It was a big day, you had the interview today. The Islanders also played for the Stanley Cup with home field advantage. Jake was staying in a hotel until you moved out. He made it clear he was letting you stay there until you “packed your shit and left.”
You had boxes delivered and strewn all over the place getting your things in order. Still, unsure if you should even go to the interview. You didn't have to stay in Long Island anymore. What was the point?
But somewhere in the back of your mind a voice very similar to Tyler's told you to go. You knew you'd regret it if you didn't go. 
Getting your best dress out of your luggage you ran to the bathroom to get ready. You left a mess inside then got your resume and bag to leave. 
Traffic was a bitch as you left the interview. You sat in the back of a cab with your back relaxed in the backseat. Head lolling to the side as you stared out the window. Thinking of never seeing this city again. 
There were people walking the streets with Islanders Jerseys with Tyler's last name and number on the back. Most of them were heading to the game inside the arena you were passing. 
Inside must be the family you thought you had made here. But that life was never real. All the dreams you made in this city are gone. Your interview didn't go well. You just knew it.  It was time to go.
The crowd roared in the UBS arena as the horn sounded signaling the end of the game and the Islanders win. Tyler was swept up in the celebration. He carried the Stanley Cup over his head and passed it to his teammates.
The party continued long after the game. Everyone was in high spirits and hugging their significant others and family who came down. Tyler hugged his crying father and got a kiss from his mom. Everything seemed right except it wasn't.
He knew what happened between you and Jake. You told Lexy and it tracked down to him. He tried calling you and seeing you, but you always missed each other despite living in the same building.
There was nothing holding you in this city anymore. But he hopes you'd decide to stay. Maybe you did get that job you wanted. Maybe you'd want to get to know him. Maybe it was the champagne and beer flowing that he decided to go and find out.
You had watched the game on TV. Shouting and cheering as Tyler made the final goal sealing their fate as Stanley Cup Champs. You were so happy for him but you had to get to packing. 
The knock at your door surprised you but you knew it wouldn't be Jake right now so you relaxed.
“Tyler,” you were surprised to see him. “Shouldn't you be celebrating with your team?”
“I couldn't stay there knowing you weren't there.”
Tyler gave you a second to process what he said then took his chance and kissed you for the first time. 
He caught you off guard showing up in your–well whatever this place was– and surprising you with his words and his kiss. So it took you a moment to react, but when you did you melted into him. 
His playoff beard tickled your face and he tasted like alcohol, but you didn't mind getting drunk off him. It felt like you were floating but then you realized you had wrapped your legs around him and he was carrying you further inside. 
Tyler pressed your back into a wall as you dug your fingers in his brown hair and he moaned into your mouth. He keeps chasing you with his kiss and you give in to him until you're both heaving for air.
“Tyler,” you manage to say tenderly, keeping him close with an arm around his neck. 
He steals a quick kiss again and you smile against it but your mind is still reeling from having him show up at your door.
“I know you have questions but you really can't say you didn't see this coming. Please, tell me you felt the same,” his said, in a slightly begging tone.
“I did,” you whispered, although it was just the two of you alone in the apartment. “But I can't do this.”
A hurtful look came across his face and your heart aches for him. He had to know though, you did care for him. 
“Because you still love him?”
“No,” you shook your head with a dry laugh. “I don't think I've loved him in a long time. It's just that,” you lowered your hands to his chest and realized you were still in his arms with your thighs on his hips.
He didn't let you go though. 
“Then what baby?” He asked, gently.
“I don't want to cause trouble for you. People will say I got between you and your teammate. Jake already hates you and your sponsors” you sigh.
Tyler had a reputation. He was the face of the franchise. Getting involved with the ex of his teammate was a huge risk you weren't going to let him take. 
“Fuck Jake,” Tyler interrupted your inner thoughts. “I don't give a fuck what he says. I just won the Stanley Cup, no one is going to say shit.” He shifted your weight. “Do you feel what you're doing to me?”
You mewled as he rubbed his erection against you. His mouth comes down to your neck and he presses you to the wall.  
“God, I've been wanting this since you first came to the skybox,” he groaned into your skin as you ran your nails through his scalp. 
Your head fell back on the wall as you moved your lower body for some kind of friction. 
“Is that why you said I should go back to LA?” You teased him, remembering what he told his friends.
“I wanted Blasser to go back to LA. Not you,” he smirked. “I’m not letting you go, doll, so you can stop squirming,” he pressed a kiss to your lips and placed his hands on your waist. 
“Hm,” you moaned, nibbling on his lip. 
“Such pretty noises,” he said. “All for me.”
“Where are we going?” You asked, turning your head around as he walked you to the door.
“Your new home,” he replied. “With me.”
You grabbed his face in the elevator in another exploring kiss. Your heartbreak fading away with Tyler's unabashed showings of love and devotion. 
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Imagine if Raphael was on the Material Plane in human form when he happens to cross paths with his little mouse (who he is infatuated with) and then, for one reason or another, someone mistakenly assumes that Tav is his spouse and refers to Tav as such ("Oh, apologizes, sir! I didn't realize your spouse would be joining you!"). How do you think he'd react? Do you think he'd go deer in headlights for a second? Would he just roll with it? Would he clear up the confusion?
Okay, I kiiiiind of tweaked this a smidge…
“That particular piece of armor will run you six-thousand gold.”
Tav balked at the price, and she over-dramatically cleaned out her ear with the tip of her pinky finger. “Sorry - I want to make sure I heard you correctly. You did say six hundred-”
“I said six thousand gold, yes. That’s exactly what I said,'' the dwarven armorsmith staunchly affirmed. His bushy mustache that she originally found fun suddenly became stupid, as did the squat face that hadn’t once smiled since her arrival into his stupid shop. “You can’t pull a fast one on me, lass.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, saer!” She performed offense with a hand to her chest and a face of aghastness. “How dare you accuse me of trying to trick you into giving me a fair deal on a piece of armor!”
“It’ll be the full price or nothing,” he gruffly replied.
The bell posted above the shop door jingled, and Tav could hear bootsteps sauntering up behind her as her brain worked to think of a way to attain the breastplate she wanted. She needed a plan that didn’t involve stealing, murder, or, more importantly, spending six-thousand of her hard-found and hard-earned (and sometimes-but-rarely hard-pilfered) gold...
She wanted this new breastplate, and–
The dwarf looked past her to the only other customer in the shop, and his eyebrows raised. “Lord Raphael! What an honor! How may I be of service?”
Lord Raphael?
Tav frowned and turned to see if it was who she thought (hoped) it was…
Her face lit up. 
It was!
Her solution - her knight in patterned doublet - was here! Her walking, handsome, charming bag of six-thousand gold!
Raphael seemed a tad befuddled by her enthusiastic reaction to his entrance, but that didn’t stop him from smirking at her. “Korrilla said she saw you nearby, and I thought I would see how-”
“-your wife was doing?” Tav finished. She pretended to be deeply touched as she strode up to him. “Oh, husband!”
His nose scrunched with more befuddlement. “Hus-”
Tav placed her hand against the side of his face and silenced him with a kiss. It was their first kiss, but because it needed to be between a husband and wife who were ardently and so-very-passionately in love with one another, Tav’s tongue ended up gliding over his lips in invitation after a handful of seconds. Surprisingly, Raphael accepted with a hum. His tongue entered her mouth and his tongue swirled around hers as he grabbed her hip.
As it turned out, Tav quite liked kissing him. So much so that she almost forgot she was standing in a shop and was well on her way of forgetting that she was only kissing Raphael because she wanted him to be her devilish coin purse.
Tav woozily broke the kiss, feeling weak in the knees.
“This is your wife, Lord Raphael?” the shop-owner asked with astonishment.
Tav, still against Raphael with her hip captured by his hand, stared at her ‘spouse’ with an expression that said: please say yes.
Looking past the lust in his eyes, the cambion stared back at her. His expression said: you’re up to something.
“I’ll pay you back,” Tav sang, grazing her thumb across his cheek with a smile. “After all, I did give you that wonderful… hat. The one that looks so nice and so perfect on your head. The hat that is better than alllllll the other hats in existence…”
“Did you not get something in return, Little Mouse?”
Tav twisted to give the shop-owner a heartened look. “Don’t you adore the pet name?”
The dwarf’s eyes narrowed.
“What is it that you want, wife?” Raphael asked with a tilt of his head. “A new deal will need to be struck.”
There were oftentimes instances where Tav’s mouth ran before logic and reason had the chance to catch up.
This was one such instance.
“I will clean the House, husband,” she replied, giving just as much bite to the fake title as he did to hers. “Naked.”
The offer threw kindling onto the fire in his brown eyes.
“For eight hours!” her logic and reason was quick to add. Tav tossed another glance behind her to the dwarf. “I’m so sorry you have to hear all of this. We like to have fun, my husband and I.”
Raphael’s hand squeezed her hip to draw her attention back to him.
“And what are you asking for in return?”
“Nothing, really…” She personified innocence and combed through his hair as if to put a stray lock back behind his ear. “Just a measly piece of armor… that I won’t be wearing… when I’m naked...”
She could tell Raphael was thinking of her naked.
And she could tell he liked what he was seeing.
“Very well, wife.” The grip at her hip jostled her, and he pulled her closer. His mouth lowered to her ear and his voice lowered in a way that melted her insides. “But you will be coming ‘home’ with me after this purchase, and I expect you naked once we’re in the door.”
She didn’t mean to moan, but it happened at the same moment her brain malfunctioned. Tav forgot she was standing in a shop, and she forgot about the breastplate; she was too busy imagining herself standing in a certain House with Raphael’s eyes on her naked body.
“Ahem,” announced the dwarf, bringing her back to reality. “My lord, with all due respect…”
Raphael breezed around her and landed at the shorter than average counter - leaving Tav gaping like a goldfish in the background.
“My wife requests the ‘measly piece of armor’,” Raphael said sarcastically.
Tav came back to earth. 
“The breastplate,” she corrected, her back to them.
“Yes, the measly breastplate,” Raphael additionally corrected.
“Of course, my lord. The cost comes to four-thousand gold.”
At that, Tav spun around - indignant.
“Hey! You said six-thousand, ‘take it or leave it’!”
The dwarf did not pay her any mind, and neither did Raphael.
“Four-thousand is an agreeable sum… yet I would like to offer you more,” the cambion said smoothly. “How about I pay you one-thousand now, and, say in three day’s time you come to Sharess’ Caress to see if we can’t work out a better deal?”
Tav was livid to see the shop-owner considering the offer.
“I accept, Lord Raphael. One-thousand gold for now.”
Tav returned to being a goldfish - sputtering nonsensically, enraged as Raphael snapped his fingers and handed over a pouch full of coin.
“For your wife,” the dwarf said, handing her new measly breastplate over to her ‘husband’.
“Ha! He’s not my husband!” Tav declared, needing to spread the foolishness she felt onto the shop-owner.
Raphael chuckled as he strolled over to her with the armor in hand.
Tav glowered at him. “Smooth-talking bastard…”
He stopped before her, snapped again, and the breastplate disappeared. “The breastplate is yours - once the House is clean and tidied, dearest wife.”
He held out his hand to her. 
“I regret giving you your hat,” she said, taking his offered palm.
“We’ll see if you feel the same - after your eight hours.”
Raphael smiled as heat swam in her core, and he teleported them to his House of Hope with a burst.
In the ‘door’ where they stood, his smile became exceedingly devilish.
“Now, my little mouse of a wife… strip.”
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buttermynoods · 3 days
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Gale x Named Tav
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Summary: Gale cooks for everyone at camp while named Tav swoons over him from a distance
Warnings: None! Just fluff, some suggestive content
*for anyone wondering, yes her name was inspired by the Sarah J Maas series!
"You know," Astarions soft voice interrupts her thoughts as she breaks her gaze away from a certain someone and turns to him, "You could just go talk to him instead of staring. I'm sure he wouldn't mind. Maybe he'd welcome it, even. But if he catches you staring, he might get the wrong impression of you, darling." Astarion explains, his words ever reasonable. He resumed his gaze to the stars above, which seemed to be very bright tonight. It was a beautiful nice, clear skies, crisp air, crickets singing.
Gale was in the middle of the clearing at camp, cooking dinner for all his companions. How kind, Feyre thought. She watched eagerly as his deft hands moved from the cast iron pan to the food he was preparing, skillfully preparing the pan for food and chopping vegetables while he waited. Her eyes widened slightly as his middle and ring finger found the insides of a tomato and scooped them out. It was impossible to not think of...other things those fingers could slide into. She turned away with a blush, embarrassed of her improper thoughts, and met Astarion's gaze once more,
"What would I even say? That him cooking for everyone is turning me on, and that he should keep going?" She mutters sarcastically, frustrated that Astarion was right, but also that she felt this way towards the wizard. With a tadpole in all their heads, impending doom wasn't exactly the most ideal situation to fall for someone in.
"I would say exactly that," He nods his head and then pauses, "But with a much more seductive and alluring tone, of course. Are you capable of such a thing?" Astarion teased, and it made Feyre want to shove him directly into the fire Gale was cooking over.
"Of course I can be sexy, I'm so sexy." Feyre retorts, but by the tone of her voice it's obvious she's lying to herself, not confident in the slightest.
"I don't know darling, you may have to prove that one..." He tuts, shaking his head. Feyre realizes the game he's playing with her and narrows her eyes
"Astarion." She whined, shaking her head disapprovingly at him. Competition was something Feyre had a hard time passing up, especially when it came to proving herself. As a paladin, she was ever faithful to her God, and always wanted to impress. But as a half elf, she felt like she had to defend herself against anyone who doubted her, with the intention of proving herself worthy, despite her mixed heritage. In the past, she had had problems with Elves shutting her out, regardless of her control in her heritage. She knew Astarion didn't intend for her to feel this way, but it made those feelings blossom nonetheless.
"Fine. You sit here, and watch me make that man blush. When I succeed, I get to tell you I told you so." Feyre proposed, emphasizing the when.
"Ah Ah Ah," Astarion tuts and wiggles his index finger in front of his face, "That's far too easy, I could make him blush, and he isn't particularly fond of me." He explains, his words true. "Make him blush, and give him a kiss." He proposes.
Feyre's jaw falls open slightly and she finds herself suddenly hot. "Like, on the lips?" She practically whispers, afraid of Astarions answer.
"I didn't say that. Your lips just have to meet his skin." He explains. It relieves Feyre somewhat, but her heart is still pounding out of her chest.
Feyre nods as she realizes what she agreed to and takes several deep controlled breaths. There is no reason that she should be feeling this way towards the man who had consumed magical items she could have used and is constantly mansplaining magic to her, but her feelings are present and intense. Gale was so alluring, so hard to resist. Simply being around him was enough to cloud her mind, sway her decisions. She had to know if any part of him felt the same.
"Wonderful." Astarion smirks, leaning back and resting himself on his elbows, prepared to watch.
Feyre nodded, more in reassurance of herself and slowly made her way towards Gale, her hands shaking. She turned to Shadowheart, who was already meeting her gaze with a curious look. Feyre smiled sheepishly and returned to her original plan.
She slowly approached him with her hands behind her back, fiddling with her fingers relentlessly. She stood there with Gale in silence as he cooked, him never looking up to acknowledge her.
"What are you cooking?" She finally spoke, loud enough for him to hear, but quiet enough to not startle him.
Gale's eyes shot up from the sizzling food in the pan and to Feyre. When they found her, his eyes noticeably softened. It's clear that her intentions to not startle him were futile.
"Oh gods, you startled me. I was miles away." He breathed, a light chuckle leaving his body, "Apologies. How can I help?" He smiled at her, and Feyre found herself staring into his eyes for a little too long.
"Right." She shook her head, snapping herself out of it. "I just...I don't know. Wanted to come talk to you." she rambled innocently, shrugging her small shoulders. "Everyone else is socializing, I figured you might want company."
"Well, your company is certainly welcomed. Here, sit." He smiles, quickly conjuring a eccentric chair for her to sit down. The simple act had Feyre swooning, feeling her knees weaken so much so that she took the seat. The chair was sturdy and comfortable, feeling nothing like magic at all. She silently praised him as she settled into her chair.
"Thank you." She smiles, blushing. From across the clearing, she meets Astarions gaze, and he smirks. Somehow, this encourages her on, and she suddenly feels a boost of confidence.
"What are you making?" Feyre asks curiously, scooting so she is sitting at the edge of the seat Gale conjured, peering into the pan.
"Ah, it's nothing. Just some vegetables stew. We didn't have any meat to add into it." Gale explains, shaking his head as if disappointed. "This is nothing compared to what I could prepare back in Waterdeep. I'm quite the cook." He says proudly, looking back to his depressing stew, "Well, when I have the proper ingredients, of course." He chuckles nervously.
"Maybe when this is all over," she tests the waters, searching for Gale's reaction. When his brows raise slightly, she knows he's intrigued and continues, "You could cook for me. Back in Waterdeep." An innocent smile forms on her lips. His eyebrows resume their neutral position and Feyre swears she can see the slightest blush on his cheeks and tips of his ears. He clears his throat and chuckles.
"I didn't think..." He places a nervous hand on the back of his neck and smiles sheepishly before continuing, "I didn't think you and me would still be in touch, after this is all over." He explains. Feyre's heart drops and she can feel herself frown slightly.
"Oh, " She pauses, "I thought we had become good friends. If I misunderstood that then-" She starts to ramble but is cut off by his soft voice,
"Oh no, it is a pleasant image, to be sure. Just unexpected." Gale reassures her. She sighs, relieved.
"I would very much like for you to come visit me from time to time whenever this is all over." Gale smiles softly, meeting her gaze. "Or perhaps, for a long time..." He tests the waters. Her eyes widen slightly, and they stay that way for a long, almost uncomfortable moment before he breaks the silence,
"Here," He says, grabbing a spoon and dipping it into the pot of soup, "Try. Tell me what it needs." He carefully approaches her mouth with the spoon of soup, one hand underneath so as to catch any drops.
Feyre feels more confident than she has since she sat down with him, and leans in to take the spoon in her mouth. She makes sure to stick her tongue out slightly so he can place the spoon rested on it, closing her mouth and swirling the soup and the spoon in her mouth in the most erotic way she knows how. Gale seemingly notices this as he watches her mouth and tongue work in tandem to taste the creation he made. Maybe it was the sleep deprivation or the tadpole, but in that moment Gale wanted to do more things to her than he had ever wanted to do to any mortal being in a very long time. He took a deep breath so as to calm himself as she pulled her head back, slipping the spoon out of her mouth.
"It's delicious, Gale. I can't think of anything that would make it better." She smiles, feigning innocence. She wasn't lying, either. It truly did taste very good. That only made her want him more, knowing he knew how to cook a meal. It wouldn't have, if Feyre could cook herself. But unfortunately, she spent most of her younger years keeping up with her oath, not cooking.
"Well," Feyre stands, feeling her nervousness return, "As much as I want to stay here and watch you cook, I think it's time I made my rounds, make sure everyone is happy." She explains, motioning towards the rest of their companions. Gale nods quickly, both eager for her to go so he can calm down and wishing she would stay.
She slowly walks closer to Gale so that her body is mere inches away from his, and places a hand on his chest hesitantly. When he doesn't move away, she decides to keep it there.
"Thank you, Gale. For cooking for everyone. Its very selfless, and I can't tell you how much I appreciate it." She explains. And it was true, she really was grateful for his cooking. But more than that, she just wanted to be close to him. Hesitantly, she leans her head closer to him and gives him a quick peck on the cheek. As she pulls away she can see the intense blush on his cheeks, and can feel her own.
"Make sure that you eat, too. We wanna keep these pretty muscles in perfect health, don't we?" Feyre states with a teasing tone, giving one of his biceps a light squeeze.
He chuckles nervously, "I hardly think the perils of our adventure would allow me to stay healthy."
"You talk too much." She rolls her eyes teasingly, and with that she steps away, and returns herself to Astarion. As she settles down next to him, she glances over at Gale who is now seemingly frozen in place, lost in thought and with a face as red as the tomato he gutted earlier.
The second she sits down, she puts her face in her hands to hide her embarrassment. Astarion chuckles,
"That was impressive darling." He says softly, "I truly didn't think you had it in you."
"I want him so bad Astarion." Feyre whined, ignoring his previous statement. "I swear if I hadn't stepped away I would've taken my clothes off right then and there." She admits, only half kidding.
"Now that is something I do not want to watch."
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rosieringing · 2 days
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Comfort sex w/ Simon Riley (MDNI. NSFW content.)
Thinking so heavily abt comfort sex w Simon:( (Not proofread. Warnings: cunnilingus, unprotected p in v, creampie, fingering, praise kink. Simon is a sweet pleasure dom. Also he has a little bit of an oral fixation. <3)
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You're likely worked up from a rough day at work, customers being assholes or not getting many tips- whatever the reason, you're teetering on the edge, borderline sobbing. At first when he sees your turmoil, he tries comforting you in all the sweet, pure ways he knows how, like making you a nice mug of tea and massaging your shoulders, and while it helps, you still want a distraction.
"Si, please- I just want to... not think," you plead, eyes watery. And who is he to say no to his precious pretty girl when she looks at him like that?
So, being the gentleman he is, he carries you to your shared bedroom, whispering sweet praises into your ear as he lays you down, gently tugging your shirt up over your chest. He places tender kisses all over your breasts and your sternum, letting his hands roam down your soft-edged body, dragging his knuckles along your sides, giving your little tummy a light squeeze before working his hands back up to palm your breasts, rolling your nipples between his index and his thumb.
"Y'r so precious, lovie. So sweet, and so damn beautiful. 'Nd y'r all mine, yeah? All mine." His words are sweet and his accent thick, like honey. You let out a sigh of relief, letting yourself relax a little more into the mattress, soft moans and huffs escaping your lips at his touches.
He slowly works his hands back down to the band of your panties, pulling them down and away from your legs, tossing them onto the floor with the other discarded clothes. He kneads the plush fat of your thighs, cold rings against your warm skin making you shiver a little, which makes him chuckle.
"Sorry, dove. Didn't mean t'freeze ya." He kisses your inner thighs, up past your pelvis and on your stomach, before settling between your thighs, licking slow, deliberate stripes up your folds. He's holding your hips down to keep you from squirming, and you fist his hair as he keeps kissing and sucking your sensitive clit.
He keeps a consistent pace and pattern, slowly building that familiar coil in your tummy. Eventually he parts his face from your cunt, only to replace his tongue with his fingers. He slides two in, making subtle curling motions, using his thumb to keep stimulating your clit, now puffy from his sucking.
You can feel your orgasm bordering, making your legs squirm a little more.
"You getting close, love? I've got'chu, don't worry sweetheart. Cum f'r me, yeah?" He encourages, increasing his pace a little bit. "You're doing so wonderfully, dove. So good f'r me."
His sweet words send you over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you in waves. He slows down his fingers again, still not pulling out until you've rode out your high, your moans turning into little squeaks from the overstimulation.
"How's that, love? You feelin' any better?" He pries softly. "You still need more?"
You nod your head, gripping onto his arm to pull yourself up a little bit. "Thank you Si- You're too good t'me." He shakes his head, pulling his fingers out slowly, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't feel a little empty.
"I'm here t'take care 'f ya, doll. This ain't nearly enough t'express how much I love you." He taps your cheek, signalling for you to open your mouth, slotting his soaked fingers inside when you do. You hum around his fingers in approval and gratitude, eagerly sucking.
He gets his belt undone, finally being able to pull his pants down, letting his cock free from his boxers. You mewl a little at the sight, never getting over just how pretty it is- and its at this point when you know he won't leave you unsatisfied tonight (not like he ever does in the first place.)
"You ready, doll?" He pulls his hand away from your face, fingers coming out of your mouth with a lewd pop. You nod, spreading your legs a little wider to accommodate his large figure. " 'M ready, Si." He smiles and presses a gentle peck to your forehead before sliding in your heat with a groan.
"Fuck, love. This perfect cunt never gets old. Y'r so good, lovie. So perfect."
His words send a wonderful shock down your spine, straight to your core, and he begins to move, softly and slowly. Each thrust is punctuated with a moan from you, and he caresses your cheek with the hand thats not currently on your hip. He can't decide where to keep his eyes- going back and forth from where your cunt swallows him, your slick coating his pretty cock, and your beautifully blissed-out expression.
He dips his thumb into your open mouth, and you comply, closing your lips around it, and you swear you see his eyes glaze over and he groans- a loud, deep sound resonating from his chest. You feel your chest puff up a little with pride, replaying the sound over and over in your head.
He quickens his pace a little, hooking your legs over his hips, letting them cross behind his back. He's so lost in you, and he just lets a sweet, pure smile spread across his face. You look so beautiful, so perfect, and he knows that you're getting fucked past your ability to think. He trails his hand down to your clit again, using his thumb to rub small circles around it.
"Takin' me so well, doll. You gettin' close?" He takes your moans, loud and long as an answer, and in response he focuses on getting you as close to that edge as he can. He's hitting every sensitive spot in your tight cunt, each thrust deliciously dragged out before he slams back in. You're almost delirious, blabbering about how it feels "too good! 's so good, si! sososogood!!" and he chuckles, kissing and sucking at your neck.
"Cmon lovie, jus give me one more. Cum one more time f'r me, love," he says, staving off his own high. Your moans start getting higher pitched, quick little "Oh, oh!"'s and "fuck!"'s. With one more bite on the crook of your neck, you clench around him, cunt fluttering and spasming as you cum, nails digging into his arms.
With a few more thrusts, he moans and his hips sputter and you can feel his seed shoot in thick ropes, and you've never felt more proud.
He pulls out, and you whine a little from the loss and the sensitivity. He massages your thighs gently, staring down at you lovingly.
"Feeling alright now, sweetheart?" He asks, and you nod, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him into you. He wraps his arm around you, large hand sprawled gently between your shoulderblades.
"How about a bath, yeah? Still want t'take care of ya," Simon asks softly, gently lifting you off the mattress to hold you upright. You nod and he smiles again, kissing your forehead one more time before he picks you up to carry you to the bathroom.
Yeah, he loves taking care of you <3
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HAASJDBDOSJ I LOVE HIM SO MUCJ ACK. Also I know this idea has probably been done a million times BUT!!!! its 1 in the morning and i needed to clean my brain b4 i sleep. so enjoy this <333
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jhdyuiee · 2 days
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Where are You?
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✪ pairing: BIKER!yuta x GF!Y/N
✪ warnings/tags: smut!, angst, fluff, arguing/fighting (verbal not physical), make-up sex, name calling (brat, slut, baby, good girl, princess), breast play, oral (m & f receiving), multiple orgasms, riding & doggy, tit sex (?!), spanking, fingering, hair pulling, unprotected sex (only on pill), cum eating, rough yuta
✪ w.c: 2.4k
✪ a.n: hii!! this is 1 of 2 fics i release today 😆 ! yesterday was my sisters birthday so i wasnt able to upload but im back with 2 stories today yay! anyhow i hope yall enjoy this one && thank u all for the love and support on Mirrors 🤍
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3:40 a.m
I turned to the clock once more, the minutes and hours passing with still no sign of him. Yuta promised to be home by midnight, but 3 hours later he’s still not here. His race should’ve finished by now. I tried calling and messaging him but no response. I was about to give him one last call, when the front door opened, keys dingling.
I rushed out and was met with the man. Yuta was taking off his leather jacket, his black tank underneath. His muscular body under the moonlight that shone from the windows made him look even more attractive.
“Where have you been?” I questioned.
He looked up, his eyes meeting mine. “Racing, where else?”
“I know that, but what took you so long? You said you would be back by midnight,” I said, slightly irritated.
“Johnny got into an altercation with the other team when they wouldn’t shut up about the win being rigged,” Yuta explained.
“Yet you couldn’t answer my messages or calls?”
“Look, Y/N I’m tired. Let’s talk tomorrow,” he said softly. However I wasn’t having it. Honestly, this wasn’t even the first time he’s ever done this. For the past months or so he’s been coming home late after his races. In which I have grown suspicious about.
I scoffed, “Sure you are.” Before he could let another word out, I went back to our bedroom. As much as I wanted to give him a peace of mind, I was too tired from staying up waiting for him.
“Y/N,” Yuta yelled when I sat down in the bed. He came storming in. The patience in him evaporated. “What the fuck is wrong, huh?”
I slightly flinched at his words. I looked up at him, “You, that’s what’s wrong.”
Yuta came closer, “Me? What the fuck have I done?”
“You never come home! You’re always back so late,” I said, my voice slightly rising.
He chuckled, “That’s it? Really?”
‘Why was he treating this as a joke? Laughing? Nothing was funny about this.’ I got up from the bed, “Yes, I’m your fucking girlfriend for fuck sakes and I barely even get to see your face nowadays.”
He took another step closer, “Sorry, I’ve been so busy I didn't know my girlfriend was lonely.” Yuta didn’t seem sorry at all. “Nice try at a lame apology,” I said, rolling my eyes.
Another step, “Why are you acting like such a brat right now?”
I didn’t respond, I couldn’t. Brat. The word sent a chill down my body, in a good way.
“Huh? What’s wrong now?” Step. “Oh, I got it now,” Yuta said with more enthusiasm. His face brightened up like everything clicked to his head.
He brought a hand down my body, placing it above the curve of my ass. I felt as he fondled it, until he went further down and cupped my sex. I gasp at the touch of his hand on my sex.
He leaned into my ear, “You’ve been needy haven’t you? Is that why you’re so upset?” His hand separated from me, he separated from me. He stood there looking at me as I began to lustfully yearn for his touch.
“Answer my question baby.”
Fuck. He was right. I missed his touch, his kisses, his praises, his cock, his entire being.
“Y-Yes. I missed you so much Yuta.”
He smirked, coming back to me. “Sorry for that princess, I’ve been rather neglectful of you. I’m sorry,” he said, kissing down my neck until he reached my mouth.
His tongue entered my mouth, playing with mine. Our kiss was intense, filled with want. This was something not only I, but what we both needed. Our kiss deepened even more until I ended up back on the bed on Yuta’s lap.
His hands roamed over my back in delicate touches, until they ended up back on my ass. I moaned into our kiss when he smacked it. Soon, Yuta pulled away from the kiss—our saliva connecting—and stared at me with lustful eyes, eyes of an animal ready to pounce on its prey.
“Get on your knees,” he commanded, and so I did. He began unbuckling his belt, his cock springing out. It was already hard, leaking with pre-cum. “Suck.”
I looked up, his hand reaching to grab my hair, pulling me closer to his cock. I sucked in a breath, I wanted nothing more but to get him inside my mouth.
“I don’t have all day,” he reminded me.
I started kissing his cock, tip to base. Then licking him as slowly as possible, making him year for more. “Fuck. You- take it like you always do slut.”
I decided to stop teasing him and took his cock inside my mouth. He’s too big. The tears pooled in my eyes quickly. “Shit. That’s my girl, taking me so well,” he groaned when he felt the sensation of my moans around his cock. His hand grabbed a fistful of my hair and started bobbing my head up and down until he relaxed his grip on my hair, allowing me to take him out. I went into a fit of coughing, and my jaw was starting to hurt.
“Done already?” Yuta teased. I glared at him, “You nearly choked me with your fucking dick.” He laughed at my statement. “Take off your clothes,” he said, when he finished laughing.
One by one my clothes were gone. His hands came in contact with my breast, fondling them and pinching my nipples.
“Such pretty tits,” he said. Then next thing I knew his cock laid rested in between them. He squeezed them together as he thrusted in between them, his pre-cum allowing easier movement. The more he thrusted, the harder and faster he went.
Yuta fucked my tits until the ropes of his cum painted my face and tits. He swiped a finger over some cum that splattered on my face, bringing it to my mouth. I swallowed every single drop he gave me.
“Open up your mouth princess,” he said, when I finished taking in his cum. I opened it, and even stuck my tongue out. With another movement his cock buried itself in my mouth again. This time though he didn’t move me, so I started bobbing my head up and down his shaft, my hand following along. I swirled my tongue around his tip, earning a moan from him.
“Just like that,” he said, stroking my hair. He was close again, so I continued my movements on his cock. Finally then he exploded inside my mouth, the white ropes of his cum filling up my mouth once more. He slid his cock out and gathered the cum that had slipped past my lips, and pushed it back in.
“Such a good girl,” he said proudly. “Swallowed every drop right?”
I nodded, “Please… I need you, I want to cum too.” I pleaded with the man, I was so soaked, I felt it on my legs and thighs.
“Come up here then baby, lay down for me,” he said, patting the bed. “I’ll take care of you.”
I did as he said, laying down while he got on top of me. He spread my legs apart, a smile appearing on his face. His fingers slid down my cunt at a slow pace. He then brought them to his mouth, licking them clean. Yuta let out a satisfied groan, “Always tasting so good.”
“Please,” I whimpered.
He looked at me, descending in between my legs. He spread them apart, and placed them on top of his shoulders. “Fuck, you’re leaking everywhere baby. Sorry, I neglected you for so long, but don’t worry because we’ll take care of this,” he said, kissing my clit.
His tongue then darted out, licking a strip up and down my cunt, repeating it over and over. I squirmed at his touch. He drank up all my juices like a starved man, a man deprived of water. I gripped onto his hair, pushing him a little further in.
“Fu-Fuck right there,” I moaned, when his wet muscle intruded inside my cunt. He added to the intensity when he brought his thumb and began circling my sensitive clit. I was close to cumming, just a little more. “I’m gonna cu-cum!”
Yuta’s tongue went out, causing the sensation to be lost. Fuck. “Then cum baby, you deserve it, don't ya?” Soon his fingers came to replace his tongue, plunging in and out of my cunt while his tongue now lapped and played around with my clit. Yes this was what I needed. A couple more thrusts from his fingers, and I came all over his arm. My chest heaving, trying to catch some oxygen. It was too good.
“Good job baby,” Yuta said, kissing my temple. “You ready now?” he asked.
“Ye-Yes please put it inside.”
“Get on all fours then,” he says. I flipped over, my hands and knees on the bed, awaiting him. I felt as his hand fondled the flesh of my ass, before he landed a hard smack on it. I yelped, not expecting that. I turned back, and was met with Yuta stroking his cock while looking at my drenched cunt. He moved in closer, I felt as his tip touched my cunt.
“So tight, so wet. You feel so fucking good,” Yuta muttered, as he pushed further inside me. I felt the delicious stretch of his cock inside my pussy, and how it reached me deeply inside.
Once he was all in he wasted no time. Yuta thrusted into me like a wild beast, going at an uncontrollable speed and pace. His cock was so deep within me that I felt so full already. The sound of our skin slapping and my moans echoed in the room. I turned my head back, and was met with Yuta’s lustful eyes. He looked so drunk of pleasure.
The grip on my hips was sure to show up bruised tomorrow. My eyes rolled back when his tip kissed my g-spot. We just started but I was already so close to cuming.
Suddenly Yuta’s hand tugged on my hair roughly as he continued his excruciating pace. My tongue lolled out, he took it as an opportunity to spit in my mouth. I swallowed it unconsciously, I was too high on the pleasure to comprehend what I was doing.
“Such a good slut,” he said, letting the grip on my hair go and thrusted even harder. His hand once again came in contact with my clit, pinching it until I finally came undone. My orgasm passed through me. I clenched around his cock, erupting in groans from him. “I’m cumming,” he said and unleashed once again. His hot white cum painting my walls white this time.
I barely had time to recover before he said, “Ride me.” I looked over and Yuta was already head against the headboard awaiting for me, his cock still hard. I weakly crawled over, placing myself on top of him. I grabbed his cock, and pushed myself down as his cock entered me once more.
Once I was in I began moving. Up and down, his hands guiding my hips. Slow, then fast, slow, then fast, slow, then fast. I kept this pace up, but it began to feel not enough. So I started bouncing on him even fast, my hands gripping his shoulders. I kissed his lips, melting into the pleasure he was giving me.
I didn’t stop, until I began growing tired. “Let me help you,” he says. Yuta took over, using the grip on my hips to plunge into me. My tits bounced all over his face, until he no longer could resist the temptation and took one in his mouth. He sucked on my breast, then swirled and flickered my nipple. I was approaching my next orgasm, and clenched around him. He detached himself from my nipple with a pop, “Cum for me baby.”
One thrust, then two, and three. The knot in my stomach unleashed, I came once again on his cock once more. But it didn’t stop there, Yuta had yet to cum. Luckily it didn’t take long. Yuta came after a few more thrusts, I probably milked him dry today.
We stayed in that position for a while, trying to catch our breaths. Yuta hugged and soothed me, gently kissing me. “Let’s get us cleaned up,” he said after a while. He walked us over to our bathroom, placing me on the tub as he ran the water. I was growing drowsy, the sex had tired me.
Once the water was done running, he placed me inside and joined in. I didn’t know what happened afterwards as my eyes shut closed, falling into a deep slumber.
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the next morning.
I tried shuffling to turn the other way, but something heavy was preventing me from doing so. I stirred my eyes, trying to get them to focus. Once they came into focus the sight in front of me made me widen my eyes.
Yuta lying beside me…
Typically the guy would be gone by now. ‘Was he running late?’ I thought. I shook him lightly, softly repeating his name. His eyes stirred, until they finally opened. He smiled.
Yuta smiling in the morning?!
No yeah perhaps I was still dreaming. I pinched myself, and when I felt the pain I knew this wasn’t a dream.
I finally decided to speak up, “What are you doing here? You’re usually gone by now.
He looked at me, his face softened. “I’m sorry Y/N,” he said, pulling me even closer. His embrace felt so warm and comforting.
“I’m sorry I’ve been acting like an asshole lately. I should’ve been prioritizing you over anything, you didn’t deserve that baby.”
I looked at him, my eyes watering. “Don’t cry Y/N, it aches my heart,” he said, wiping the tears that had started falling down my face.
“I love you so much. You are the most beautiful woman in this world, and with the most beautiful soul too. I am so very lucky to have you Y/N.”
Oh fuck. His words made for more tears to come streaming down my face.
“I love you Yuta, I love you so very much. Thank you for your apology, Thank you for understanding. I love you,” I said, as I caressed his cheek.
“I love you so much more.”
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Your Love's Been a Long Time Coming: Chapter 1
A/N: Ahhhhh a new series!!! This is the one that won the poll, so I hope y'all love it! Also, I decided to play with POV on this one, so I'm telling it from Elvis's perspective. Please let me know your thoughts in the comments!!
ICYMI, this is the Elvis x OC Vivian Choquette series. Want to learn more about her? Here.
PS- I love you @ccab for loving Vivian as much as I do before I even write the story!
Warnings: Not much, this is gonna start slow, but trust me, it'll heat up. Kissing, cussing, alcohol use, smoking
Word count: ~2.4k
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By September of '59, Elvis was used to the army. He was used to the routine, used to the work, used to the people, used to the fans, and used to looking for a good time wherever he could find it. On this particular night, he found it at a party at his own house in Bad Nauheim. All his friends were there, along with a plethora of girls to keep everyone interested. Elvis moved through the party easily, making small talk and keeping everyone stocked on drinks, despite the fact that he didn't have any himself. Sometimes he imbibed, but usually he didn't. Although his beloved mama was gone, what he learned from her still lived in the forefront of his memory. That is, unless he found himself at the Moulin Rouge. But that was different. Here at his own house, he preferred to remain in control.
Despite having a girlfriend back at home, he moves through the house looking for a girl to talk to. That's when he notices her in a corner, her dark hair swept into a low ponytail and blue eyes glancing lazily around the room. She almost seems bored. So much so that she turns to the bookshelf that came with the house and pulls a book down. She opens it and begins to read. Elvis is intrigued by the kind of woman who reads at a party. He begins to walk over to her and realizes that the book is in French. He panics for a second and then remembers that the guys taught him a phrase in French. Surely he can figure out how to communicate with her. Besides, most of these French girls speak a little English.
He swaggers up to her, ready to try out his French. He stands there in front of her for a minute before she looks up at him.
"Bonjour."
"Mhmm." She looks down at her book, but he doesn't leave. He's suddenly nervous, but he decides to risk it. She's pretty enough that it might be worth it.
"Uhh, est-ce que tu aimes le sexe?"
She looks up at him suddenly and laughs.
"What? Did I pronounce it wrong?" She laughs even harder. When she finally catches her breath, she holds up a hand.
"First of all, I speak English. Second of all, please don't ever say that to anyone ever again."
"Oh. Why?"
"You just asked me if I like sex."
"What?! Those motherfu- I mean, those jerks. They told me it meant 'how are you'."
"And you believed them? It literally has the word 'sex' in it."
"Well, I don't know! I don't speak French!"
"Obviously." She looks back down at her book. He's not ready to give up, though.
"Hey, if you speak English, why are you reading in French?"
"My mother was French. I speak and read it because of her." She answers without looking up from the page.
"Was?"
"She's been gone for a while now. I live with my stepdad. He's an officer in the army." He feels the pain of having lost his mother too soon and looks at her with even more softness and affection than he did before.
"I'm Elvis." She looks up at him.
"I know." He nods and she notices the look he's giving her. "You know, I'm actually here with someone."
"Oh?"
"Mhmm." She points across the party to Charlie, who's making his way to her with drinks.
"Charlie?!"
"Yes."
"Well, goddamn." Charlie makes it over to them and hands her one of the drinks. He throws his arm around her casually and looks up at Elvis.
"Hey buddy. I see you met my lady."
"Well, not officially..." She holds her hand out to him.
"Vivian Choquette. Nice to meet you, Elvis Presley." He takes her hand and has the strangest urge to kiss it, but he'd never do such a thing with Charlie right there. He's been a good friend to Elvis, so no matter how much he likes her, he won't risk their friendship. Instead, he shakes her hand like he would if she was a man.
"Yeah, likewise." Elvis nods awkwardly and then turns to go back to the party. It's too bad that she's there with Charlie. He wanders around a little more, before he sees a girl that will change the trajectory of his whole life. Still, he never forgets the girl he met first.
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The next day, Elvis sits at lunch with Charlie.
"So what did you think of my girl?" Elvis chokes a little on his food and tries to think of how he can answer without letting on that he hasn't stopped thinking about her.
"Oh, she's... she's somethin' else."
"Ain't she? I saw you talking to that cute little thing though. She seemed like somethin' else too."
"Priscilla? Oh, yeah."
"Little young, though."
"Yeah..." Elvis tries to focus on Priscilla, but all he can think about is Vivian. If she wasn't with Charlie, she'd be exactly what he's looking for. He's not sure how he knows that based on the half of a conversation they had, but something about her just draws him to her. Maybe it's the fact that she seems deeper than most of the girls he's encountered. Maybe it's because she didn't fall all over herself to talk to him. Maybe it's because she understands the pain of losing a parent. Whatever the reason, he can't stop wishing that she hadn't met Charlie first.
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About three weeks later, Elvis is walking around town and he passes a cafe. He doesn't think much of it until he sees someone he recognizes sitting at one of the little tables. His heart jumps a bit at the thought of talking to her again. Then, he remembers Charlie with his arm around her. He decides to keep walking, but as he gets a little closer, he notices her shoulders are shaking. She's got her long, dark hair in her face, so he can't see her eyes, but it looks like she might be crying. He can't let her sit there alone if that's the case.
He cautiously approaches the table and realizes he was right. Her sniffling is quiet, but he can hear it. She's got a lit cigarette in one hand, and it looks like she's forgotten it's there. Her other hand fiddles with her coffee cup on its saucer. When he gets to her, he's not exactly sure what to do. He didn't have much of a plan beyond walking to the table. After hesitating for a second, he pulls the chair across from her out to sit in, but it makes a horrible screeching sound and she looks up startled.
"What the f-"
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry. It's just me."
"God, Elvis, you scared me."
"I'm sorry, honey, can I sit down?" She wipes her face and nods.
"Yeah, sure, I guess so." He sits down across from her and watches as she puts out her cigarette and continues trying to wipe her face clean.
"Are you... are you alright?"
"Ha! Yeah, I'm just fine." She pulls out another cigarette and lights it. They sit in silence for a bit while Elvis tries to think of what to say.
"You sure?" Vivian takes a puff of her cigarette and blows it straight up into the air.
"Do I look alright?" Elvis hesitates. He wants to say that she looks beautiful, but it doesn't feel appropriate.
"You seem upset."
"You're very observant." She responds spitefully. He looks down at his hands in his lap. "I'm sorry; that was rude. You're not the one that cheated on me and abandoned me."
"No... Charlie?" She takes a drag and holds her breath, nodding. Finally, she has to exhale, so she does and then starts to cry again. It's killing Elvis to sit there and watch her cry without doing something about it. He stands up and offers her his hand. "Come on."
"What? Where are we going?"
"My house is only a block from here. You can cry in private." She looks up at him and he can tell she's thinking about saying no. "I won't hurt you. Come on."
She puts her cigarette out and grabs her purse, taking the hand he offered her. They walk in silence to his house, but they continue to hold hands. When he finally gets her settled on the sofa, he sits next to her and leans back, spreading his legs wide. He's trying to indicate that she can relax and sit comfortably too. To his utter shock, she slips her shoes off and tucks her feet up under herself, also getting comfortable.
"So, he cheated on you?"
"Well, I guess that's not exactly fair."
"What do you mean?"
"I was the one he cheated with. Turns out he's been writing letters to another girl for a while."
"Ohhhh... and you found out about it." He thinks about the girl he writes letters to at home. What would she think of him here on the couch with this girl.
"Yes. I didn't want to be the other woman. Besides I thought he... well... it's stupid."
"What did you think?"
"I thought he wanted to marry me." Elvis's eyebrows shoot straight up before he can stop them. He never thought of Charlie as the marrying kind. Then again, he can understand not wanting to let Vivian go. "See, even you think I'm stupid."
"No, I don't. I think you just had hope. There's nothing wrong with that."
"There is if you're me." He sits up and looks into her eyes. The sadness rolling off of her is about to kill him.
"Why do you say that?" She looks up trying to keep herself from crying, but it doesn't work and fat teardrops slide down her cheeks.
"Everybody leaves me. My father left me. Then my mother left me. The first boy I loved. And now Charlie. Why does everyone leave? What's wrong with me?"
He scoots close to her and pulls her into his arms, resting her head on his shoulder. She doesn't object. Instead she lets herself be comforted as she continues to cry. He strokes her hair and kisses the top of her head. The pain of loss is something he's all too familiar with. He takes her face in the palm of his hand and looks into her eyes.
"Viv, this is not your fault. There's nothing wrong with you. I know what it's like to lose people too soon and it hurts. But it's not because of you."
"Why does it feel like no one wants me?" This smashes his heart into a thousand pieces. He wants her so badly it hurts.
"That can't possibly be true." Just tell her. Say it. Say 'I want you.' He wills himself to tell her the truth, but he just can't.
"You're sweet, Elvis." He smiles awkwardly and tries to ignore the fact that she pats his thigh. She leans her head on his shoulder again and snuggles into the side of his body. He knows she's just seeking comfort, so he tries to stay focused on being that. But he is a young man and she is a girl with her hand on his thigh and his imagination is running wild with what would happen if he carried her to his bedroom. He swallows deeply and begs his body not to respond physically to what's in his mind.
Still, there's an electric charge in the air that she has to notice too. Almost at the same time, they pull back and look into each other's eyes. He puts his knuckle under her chin and looks down at her lips. When she closes her eyes, he knows he has the green light, so he leans in and softly presses his lips to hers. Something bubbles up inside him and his hands begin to tremble. He backs up slightly and hovers just above her lips. They both smile and he dives back in for a deeper kiss, dipping his tongue into her mouth to slide against hers. She nibbles on his bottom lip a little and he groans. His hands rest on her hips in an attempt to get them to stop shaking and he eventually lifts her into his lap to straddle him. The intensity of their kissing increases as his hands roam over her body.
Suddenly, she pulls back breathlessly.
"Wait. Elvis, do you have a girlfriend back home?" His mouth pops open. He's not sure how to answer. Yes, he has Anita at home, but for the right girl, for her, he'd end that in a heartbeat. "Answer the question."
"Well... I-I-I..."
"That's all I need to hear." She peels herself off of him and stands up, smoothing her hair.
"No, honey, wait-"
"No. You're basically doing the same thing that Charlie just did. All you G.I.s are the same."
"Hon, please-"
"My name is Vivian!"
"Viv, just, don't leave..." she tries to put her heels back on and stumbles to get the second one on. He uses both hands to steady her as she does.
"Elvis, no. Good luck with Priscilla."
"Wait-?"
"You know she's 14."
"She's 14?!"
"So, you know, have fun with that." Vivian stomps towards the door with him close on her heels. He doesn't know how to make her understand that she's all he wants. Priscilla, Anita, none of them compare to her. But he doesn't know how to say that, so instead he watches as she walks out his front door, catches a cab, and disappears from his life.
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Or so he thinks. In 1961, Elvis is home from the army and back to his film career. In March, he leaves the continental US to get ready to film Blue Hawaii. He arrives and goes to a cast meeting on set where the director is excited to introduce his costar. His first view of her is from behind and his heart skips. Surely it can't be?
"This is Vivian Choquette. She'll be playing your girlfriend, Maile Duval." She turns to face him and smiles awkwardly. Elvis tries to hide his excitement, hoping his trembling hands won't give him away.
"Hello again..."
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Until chapter 2. Thoughts so far?
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