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Golden Wings

I saw this tweet about hozier leaving love notes around the house for his partner to find and I could not stop thinking about it. Good luck!

Warnings: None, pure fluff

Word Count: 1.9k

I wake as I always do, surrounded by his scent. Woodsy, dark, and a tad floral. I do a big stretch followed by a small whine. I go to reach over to Andrew’s side trying to feel any trace of him.

“Andrew?” I murmur, my voice still heavy with sleep. I continue to paw at his side of the bed until I feel his abandoned pillow. I force my eyes to open and glance around the room, and realize I am most definitely alone. I prop myself up, a little sad I missed him this morning. But then out of the corner of my eye I notice a soft pale blue square against our dark emerald sheets. I lean over and grab it, becoming a little giddy when I realize it’s a note. 

The goddess of the day has risen, how I am unworthy to love such an ethereal being. 

When you are ready, there is breakfast downstairs. 

All my love, ~A.

I read and reread the small note probably a dozen times. His words always have a way of piercing into my heart directly and making a home inside. I hold the soft blue square to my chest and wonder how lucky I had to have been to have found Andrew. 

I slip on a matching cream colored silk set, Andrew’s favorite, and slowly make my way down to the kitchen. I glance around our small home as I walk through the hallways and wonder how we were able to move into here only four months ago but it’s felt like forever. It feels right. As I round the corner, the aroma of breakfast hits me. 

“Love, it smells divine,” I say. I’m greeted with silence in return, just another small pale blue square. 

Light of the day, your breakfast awaits you warming in the oven. I didn’t want to wake you- you looked so peaceful, but I had to run to the studio this morning just for some final touches.

I will be home in a few hours to you, my love, I promise. 

For now, eat your breakfast. Get your strength for the day. Look for more notes. I have plans for you. 

All my love,

~A. 

Again, I can’t help but reread his words, hearing his voice as if he’s reading them directly to me. Once I tuck the note in a safe place I open the oven to look at what awaits me. Andrew wasn’t lying. A fully prepared breakfast sits on a plate in the warm oven. He’s left oven mitts for me on top of the stove, which I grab eagerly. Breakfast smells even better when it’s sitting right in front of me. Veggie bacon, eggs sprinkled with cheese and spinach, toast with butter and maple sugar. 

As I sit down at my plate ready to devour the spread in front of me I spot Andrew’s discarded robe on the seat next to me. I don’t even hesitate as I reach out for it, wrapping myself in his scent and warmth. I feel even more relaxed now, if that was even possible, as I eat my meal.

I finish up my toast basking in the silence of our home. I can’t help but wonder when Andrew will be home, so I go find my phone to send him a text. 

Y/N: Thank you for breakfast, my love. I miss you.

A: You are so welcome, my dove. Look for the notes. I’ll be home before you know it. I miss you more. 

My heart flutters at his words like always as I go to put my cell phone in his robe pocket. Sliding it into the soft pocket, I swear I hear a paper-like crunch. I’m quick to take my phone right back out and stick my hand in to feel for the noise. It doesn’t take long before I pull out a small pale blue square identical to the ones before it. 

I knew you would put this on, my sweet. I have never known such a love as the love you give to me, I am forever in awe of you. 

Till we are bones, my love.

All my love, 

~A.

My heart thumps in my chest. I take the little note and add it to my ever-growing pile. Snagging a cup of tea, I walk around our sunlit living room and tend to our ‘plant children’. The monstera has always been my favorite, even though I tell Andrew they’re all my favorites. They do say you’re not supposed to have a favorite child. I don’t hesitate as I walk up to her, murmuring my good mornings and inspecting her as I grasp my mug of tea, bringing it to my lips. As soon as Andrew called me his, he kept my favorite kind of tea in superfluous supply wherever he lived- just for me. It doesn’t take me long to notice a little blue square nestled in her leaves. Of course he knew. 

Seeing you wearing my ring drives me mad. Watching you in the mornings, with it shining off the light as you talk to our plants is one of my favorite rituals. The way you speak to them with such kindness, such empathy- I cannot wait to raise our children together. A goddess such as yourself will be perfect with them. 

To the blues.

All my love,

~A.

I quickly glance down at my ring once I finish reading his words, immediate feelings of giddiness fill my chest. The perfect moss agate ring sits in a golden crown on my finger. I touch it, remembering the moment Andrew got down on his knee. He is always nervous when it comes to us- but not that day. That day, he was so confident. Bringing me to his hometown, showing me all of the places he used to go as a ‘young lad’ as he’d say. That trip I knew I needed him forever, and I guess he needed me just as much. I watched as he spoke Gaelic with the townsfolk in passing, his voice hitting my ears in such a dreamy way. 

It was when he brought me up to his favorite hill, the one he watched the sunset every day when he lived here, that he asked me to be his. Looking at the setting sun, wrapped in each other's arms, he feigned that he had forgotten something, and got up and started to look around. 

‘Andrew, what’s going on?’ I had said to him. When he turned to me his green eyes were the brightest I’ve ever seen them, I swear. 

‘Love, can you stand for me?,’ he said.

I think subconsciously I knew what was happening, even if I didn’t want to believe it. Tears freely fell from my eyes as he poured his heart and soul out to me, reaching out every so often to wipe a tear or give me a lingering kiss on my forehead. When he finally got down on his knee, I was a sobbing wreck. I can’t remember what he said, just me nodding and practically screaming ‘Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!’. 

Now his ring, his beautiful, intricate golden ring just for me sits on my finger. I sit in his chair, even though it’s usually both of us squished into it every night, and play with my ring. I watch as it hits the sunshine and sends dancing light around the room. It’s then, as I’m looking at the light, I notice another small pale blue note. I practically run to it, ready to read more of Andrew’s words. I take a moment once I have it to enjoy the anticipation before I read it.

Once the Gods realize you have escaped with their golden wings I’ll be in so much trouble. 

But, for now, you are mine. Do they know you’re here, love? Did I have it wrong and you were sent just for me? 

I’ll never be sure, but I’ll be eternally grateful for you. 

All my love,

~A. 

He’s trying to kill me I swear to anyone who is listening. It’s never been an act with Andrew, this has always been him. The love and adoration he gives me is unmatched. I can’t help but feel like I’m the luckiest person with him. I finish the rest of my tea, adding my two new notes to my pile that won’t seem to stop growing. 

I make my way to our shared bathroom and am a little surprised when I see another note. He truly thought of everything. I do my morning routine to try and prolong reading his letter, the anticipation is delicious. Once I do finish taking care of myself I carefully peel his note off of the mirror and finally allow myself to read it.

I cannot wait to see those eyes shine just for me. Thinking about it now I swear my heart skips an entire beat. That can’t be healthy, but you- you are my own personal drug. Stronger than all the others there is you. I need you. 

All my love,

~A. 

My eyes scan his letter too many times, taking in the way he writes his t’s and dots his i’s. I take out my phone and pull up my texts to Andrew.

Y/N: I need you as bad as you need me, love. I hope studio time is going well. Come home to me soon. 

A: You are the very air I breathe, my dove. See you soon. 

My heart flutters knowing he’ll be home soon. I decide I’ll stay in his robe and his favorite silk set and surprise him. Confident in that decision, I grab the book I’m currently reading and snuggle back up on our chair while I wait for him. I scroll on my phone for a bit, getting lost in social media for a little too long. Once I finally resign and open my book, a final little blue note falls out onto my lap. I can’t help but laugh, and wonder a little when he even did all of this. I waste no time reading the note. 

In every lifetime, I hope to find you. Our souls are destined to be intertwined throughout the centuries. You are the only one for me. 

I can’t wait to kiss you soon.

All my love,

~A. 

My heart is fully melted. All of his words from this morning play on repeat as I stare at this one note. How can one man be so fucking eloquent? I’m so lost in thought, I don’t hear the front door open or close.

“Dove?” Andrew shouts from the doorway. I’m on my feet in seconds, after all of these notes I missed my man something fierce this morning. He laughs when he sees me, arms outstretched ready for me. “There’s my dove. I hope you liked my notes this morning.” He says to me inbetween interrupting kisses. 

“Loved them? Oh Andrew, you have no idea. You know, I missed waking up to you this morning.” 

“I’m sorry dove, let me make it up to you.” He hoists me up in his arms and quickly kicks off his shoes before walking down the hallway to our bedroom. My laughter echoes in the hall, I’ve never been so in love. 

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Playmaker

You already know I'm thirsty for the boys playing hockey. This time, it's Sam's turn 😈

Warnings: Smut. So much Smut. (F receiving, penetration)

Word Count: 5.4k

I watch as number six whips by my seat towards the opponent's goal with the puck. The buzzer goes off not even thirty seconds later, followed by the announcer over the speakers and the roaring crowd.  

“Defenseman Sam Kiszka with the goal!”

My heart pounds like a bass drum in my chest for my favorite player. For every home game the team has, I’m present in my season pass seats. 

Tonight though, tonight is different. 

As part of an agreement with a foundation the team is partnered with, the hockey players are taking some season pass holders out after the game. I’m still not over the shock of the email I got earlier this week sending me instructions for later on. The game continues well into the third period as my heart continues to race. 

Sam assists with three more goals, ultimately winning the team the game for the evening and securing their place in the Stanley Cup Finals. The home crowd is unruly at this point, it's getting harder and harder to hear my own thoughts.

My body moves on autopilot as I swim through the excited fans. The closer I get to the place where I’m going to meet Sam and the other players that are coming out tonight, the faster my heart goes. 

I’ve had these season tickets for two years now. I wasn’t going to get them again after me and my ex broke up, but I found that I actually enjoyed hockey. Guess I can give my ex credit for one thing, and one thing alone. Can’t give him too much credit, that big head of his will explode.

 I shake it off, not needing to think about him tonight and instead refocus my thoughts on number six. 

—-------------------

I’m sitting in a room with a few other winners for tonight while we wait for the players to shower. The jittery nerves of all of us fill the air as we talk about our favorite players and the game tonight.

“I can’t believe our goalie got a shut-out tonight,” the girl on my left says. I’m just about to agree with her, about how the shots were whipping through air faster than I could see - but then the man on my right chimes in.

“Do you even know what a shut-out is? Or are you just repeating the announcer from tonight?” He says with a scoff. 

“What the fuck is your issue, dude?” I say as I turn my whole body to him. Before I can continue a deep voice from the door cuts me off. 

“What she said. Honestly, I have no patience for this shit tonight. You can leave.” 

All three of us turn to face Sam standing in the doorway, arms crossed. He looks smaller without his padding on, but he’s still extremely intimidating with his presence. 

“I..I, come on man, it was a joke.” The man’s frantic eyes pan over to me and the girl he just insulted moments ago. Desperation rolls off of him in waves.  “Right?” 

“Didn’t sound like a joke to me, now leave.” Danny, the goalie, appears behind Sam. 

Two of them in the doorway is definitely enough for the man to listen and scurry out of the room. He keeps his head down as he sheepishly walks between the two players out of the room. Now all that’s left is me, and the mystery girl to my right. I try not to focus on that too hard. 

“Now that that's over with,” Danny continues, “let us introduce ourselves. I’m Danny, and my buddy here is Sam.” He hooks a quick arm around Sam’s shoulders and pulls him in close, Sam doesn’t look very amused. 

“My name is Faye.” 

“And I’m Y/N.” 

A wicked grin appears on Danny’s face. “Faye, Y/N.. Are you ready to party like we just got our slot in the finals?” 

Both of us jump to our feet to follow them out to the car that’s waiting for us. Danny motions to have us go out the door first, and as I pass the threshold I feel a large hand on the small of my back. I look up to see Sam next to me, guiding me through the hallway. 

“It’s about to get hectic for a moment, just stick with me.” He says. His voice is low, his breath tickles my ear. 

I glance behind us and see Danny intertwined with a giddy Faye. Her arm is firmly planted on his bicep while his other hand comes up to cover hers. Faye’s bubbly personality is infectious, as I find myself leaning into Sam’s touch. 

He was right, it is pandemonium when we step out into the garage to get into our waiting SUV. The yells of reporters become blurred as we basically run to the open door of the car. 

“Sam! How does it feel to have so many assists?! And even a goal!”

“Another shut-out Danny?! How do you keep doing that?!” 

“The Stanley Cup Finals!!” 

The door to the SUV finally shuts and the reporters are nothing but a muffled noise. Looking around inside, the vehicle we’re in is overly spacious. Sam and I have a complete row to ourselves while in front of us sit Faye and Danny in a row of their own. 

The way Sam settles into his seat with comfortable confidence is hard not to watch. He immediately looks at home in the back seat and stretches his legs out in front of him. His knee softly hits mine and I can’t tear my eyes away from the unintended contact. Quickly, I look up to Faye, as if she can feel the sudden rush of heat to my lower belly. She’s leaning in and laughing with Danny, so definitely not. My eyes go back to our knees. 

Sam’s not saying much of anything, just sitting with his arms crossed behind his head, eyes closed. Blissfully unaware of how I’m reacting to this situation, which is not graceful whatsoever. I tell myself no, no, no as I let my eyes slowly graze over his body. It isn’t until my eyes reach his playful smirk that I notice his eyes flutter open. 

“Enjoying what you see?” Sam mutters quietly so only I can hear, but that doesn’t stop the heat from racing to my cheeks. “No need to be embarrassed, sweetheart. I like what I see.” Sam’s eyes rake down my body and I almost feel naked from it. “I’ll make sure you’re warm enough tonight,” he says gesturing to my outfit. “Although if you could stand the rink wearing that, you should be fine in the December weather.” 

He’s kind of right, I have been on the verge of freezing all night. But how do you come dressed for a night out when you have to attend a hockey game first? My thigh high boots leave a couple inches before my sweater dress covers the rest. Usually, I’d wear Sam’s jersey and some leggings to the game, but my friend warned me about looking like a “puck bunny” and now.. here we are. 

Before I can respond the SUV comes to a stop and Danny turns to face us. “Ready to go have some fun?” He’s quick to jump out of his door once it opens, holding out his hand for Faye. 

Sam leans over me and it feels like my heart stops for a second. His fingers make quick work of the latch, releasing the seat in front of me so I can get out. “After you,” he says. I start to climb out of the car, hoping that I do and don’t give Sam a little show with my short dress. I swear I can feel his eyes boring into me, and it only makes me clumsier. After a painful minute, I’m finally out of the puzzle that is the back seat, and I turn around just in time to watch Sam exit gracefully as hell. Perrrfect. 

We follow Danny and Faye to a roped off area labeled VIP and my throat gets a little tighter. Once we step inside Danny turns to all of us. 

“Sam and I are going to get our first round, we’ll be right back.” Both Faye and I are nodding in response as they’re already halfway out of the VIP section and on their way to the bar. 

When they leave us, Faye’s standing in front of me with her arm reaching out. I’m thrilled to have the invitation, grabbing her hand eagerly. “I can’t believe we’re fucking out here with them,” she says to me. 

“It feels like a dream, this can’t be real.” Without warning, Faye pinches my butt. I let out a little yelp. She laughs.

“Definitely real.” We both turn and watch them talk to the bartender with ease. “What do you think they’re going to bring back?”

“Something dangerous, that’s for sure.” 

Faye was right. We watch the boys swim through the busy club back to us. A soft, light drink in one hand, and a dark, small pour in the other. I can’t tear my eyes away from Sam as he seems to effortlessly glide across the room. His eyes meet mine and the same playful smirk he gave me earlier slides onto his face again and I can feel my cheeks getting twenty degrees hotter. Before I can fully register it, Sam is standing in front of me, the soft drink I hoped was for me is outstretched my way. 

“Thank you,” I say as I take the drink out of his hands. I take a small sip and am happy when I’m greeted with a fruity drink. “This is exactly what I would’ve ordered.” I can’t help but laugh. I look over to Faye and Danny but there nowhere to be found in our small area. As I’m glancing around Sam comes up to my ear, he’s so close I can feel his breath on my neck.

“Want to dance?” 

I don’t want to say anything with the fear I’ll sound incoherent, so I just nod. He laughs, throws back the rest of the dark liquor in his glass, then outstretches his hand to me. I stumble for a moment, unsure if he wants me to grab his hand. It’s when his playful smirk appears once again that I let myself put my hand in his. It seems to be so easy for him as he pulls us through the crowded dance floor, meanwhile I’m reminding myself to breathe. 

I’m not paying attention when Sam finally stops, and I bump into his back. He turns to me laughing, of course, and reaches out to grab my elbow. 

“You ok?”

Again, I just nod. Why has Sam made me unable to form words? Another laugh escapes his lips as he turns me around then plants himself firmly against my back, one hand on my hip. I freeze. I wasn’t expecting to be this close with Sam at all, and now I’m in his arms? He starts to sway to the music as I look around and finally spot Faye. She’s wrapped up extremely close with Danny as they dance, it almost feels like a private moment I shouldn’t be watching. 

Sam’s breath is hot against my ear once more and I swear I feel the heat drop straight down to my core. “There’s something about you,” his lips graze my ear. “I’m intrigued, I need more.” His hand starts softly sliding up my side as if he’s testing the waters. I take a hefty sip of my drink as I back into him, just a little bit. The growl against my ear has me squeezing my thighs together. 

His hand reaches the bottom of my breast and for a moment, I forget we’re in public. I want him to go further, I want him to touch me more. I feel his index finger glide along the bottom of my breast causing me to back into him again and I’m shocked when I feel something stiff greet me. I let my head loll on his shoulder as we sway. His hand starts going back south, passing my hip and playing with the hemline of my short dress. Suddenly, this dress was a fantastic idea. I’m glad I suffered in the arena for this. 

His fingers find my bare thigh and grip tightly and I swear I could dry hump this man in the middle of the club without a single fuck to give. Sam’s hand moves back up to my hip and starts to turn me around so we’re face to face again. He slides one leg in between mine and gets even closer to me. His hand finds his way to my ass and I revel in the touch. 

Sam’s head drops to my neck where he leaves feather light kisses in his wake. I’m melting in his touch and he knows it. I can’t help myself as I ask, “is this what you normally do with the winners?”

He pulls back and grabs my chin with his free hand. “Absolutely not. Like I said, Y/N, there’s something about you. I need more.” His eyes bore into mine and it feels too intimate, I try and look away. “Don’t you trust me?” 

“Why would I? I don’t know you.” 

“That’s true, baby.” Our faces are millimeters apart now. “But if I want to make you see stars for a night, isn’t that okay?” 

My resolve fully leaves as our lips touch. The smoky liquor tastes is still heavy on Sam’s tongue and it tastes fucking divine. His hand moves to the side of my neck as we devour each other on the dance floor. He pulls away too soon for my liking, peppering my lips with light kisses. 

“Fuck, Y/N. What are you doing to me?” Sam asks while he grabs my ass tight. A little moan escapes my lips and my eyes go wide. The club comes back into my peripheral and I remember that we’re not alone. All Sam does is laugh and come back in for another kiss. He rests his head on mine as we not-so-subtly grind together on the packed floor. Sam’s hand leaves my neck and goes back to exploring the curves of my body while the other stays firmly planted on my ass, keeping us swaying to the beat. Sam spots the forgotten drink in my hand and nods to it. 

“I thought this was what you would’ve ordered yourself. Do you not like it?” 

“I like it, just a tad distracted.” His eyes dance all over my face, lighting up in amusement. 

“What’s distracting you, baby?” He says as he laughs.

“You should know.” I bring the straw to my lips slowly, making a show of the whole thing. I hollow my cheeks as I suck, watching Sam swallow as he watches me. I take three gulps before his hand is on mine lowering the drink away from my lips. 

Sam’s quick to replace the straw with his own lips, the hand on my ass tightening in response. His tongue brushes against my lips asking for an invite I’m all too willing to give. My hand snakes up to his neck, his long hair tickling my knuckles as I make my way up to his jaw. I know his jaw is sharp, but feeling it with my hands is a totally different level. I separate my lips from his and I swear I hear a whine pass his lips. I attach my lips to his jaw, giving him the same feather light kisses he was giving me earlier. When I reach his ear and graze my teeth against his earlobe, he gives me a small growl. I’m living for it. 

I start to become braver as I skate my hand down his neck onto his chest. I’m greeted by a hard, chiseled surface underneath the dress shirt he has on. I keep moving my hand down until I find the spot where I can dip under his shirt. His hip feels like it’s on fire with how warm it is in my grasp. Another growl escapes Sam as he grips my chin in his hand, forcing us to make eye contact.

“If you want to keep going,” he places a quick kiss on my lips. “Let’s get a room.” Another kiss. “Too many eyes here for what I want to do with you.” 

I stutter for a moment, not thinking we would’ve gotten this far. Looking into his dark brown eyes, he looks so serious. For a moment I swear I see a flash of fear that I’m going to turn him down. 

“Absolutely.” I respond with a soft kiss. Relief floods Sam’s eyes as that playful smirk I’ve come to adore tonight shows itself again. I couldn’t say no, I want this too. He takes the empty glass from my hands and replaces it with his free one. Guiding us once again effortlessly through the crowd. He brings us back to the bar top and discards my glass, but then waves the bartender down and orders two shots. 

Sam’s arm slips around my waist, bringing me close to him. I take the opportunity to place my hand back on his chest while we wait. The bartender comes back and places two, thankfully clear, shots in front of us. 

“To tonight,” Sam says while handing me my glass.

“To tonight.” I reply as we clink our small glasses together and simultaneously throw them back. 

We discard our glasses and his arm stays wrapped around me as we leave the club. I didn’t realize when we first got here with how we ran inside, but the club is part of a casino. There are hotel rooms for people who visit and play too late. Then there’s rooms for people like Sam and I. He guides us to the hotel front desk before stopping in front of the little waiting area all lobbies seem to have. 

“Wait here, I’ll get us our room.” He plants a kiss on my forehead and turns to the desk. I watch as he talks with the person working, standing so confidently as he gets us a room for the night. I let my eyes slowly work down his body, I can’t hear what they’re saying anyways. His long dark hair just passes his shoulders, down to his defined back and shapely ass. I’m still staring as he turns around and smiles at me. 

“Ready?” Sam says with a laugh.

I bring a hand up to my mouth, almost sure I was drooling over him. I wasn’t, thankfully. I nod and stand, making my way over to him. He takes my hand once I reach him and gives me a quick kiss before guiding us over to the elevators. We’re quiet as we listen to the ‘ding’ of the elevator making its way down to us. The nervous, excited energy between us is electrifying. When the final, sweet ‘ding’ we’ve been waiting for Sam ushers me in as soon as the doors open. He’s almost feral as he fumbles for the close door button and smashes the floor number we’re going to. We both stand on the edges of the elevator as we watch the silver doors close. 

As soon as they do, Sam’s hand is around my wrist dragging me towards him. I give a small yelp to the unexpected but welcomed motion. Our hands are all over each other as our lips fuse together. His teeth grab onto my bottom lip, dragging slowly across them. I can’t help but moan at the feeling. It feels too quick when we hear the ‘ding’ signifying we’ve hit our floor. His hand is around my wrist quicker than I can register his lips are off mine. He’s basically dragging me down the hall with how dazed I am from our elevator makeout that I run into his back when he stops at our door. His back shakes while he laughs and digs out our key card from his pocket. 

“Ready?” Sam says while looking back at me.

“Ready.” 

Sam opens the door fully and lets us inside, and I’m unsure what I was expecting with a pro athlete but it wasn’t this. We walk into a living room style area with two doors leading into other places. One door is open, and I can see a bed just inside. The other door I assume is the bathroom. Sam’s at my back now as I take in the room, running his hands up and down my sides while he presses kisses into my neck. 

“Wow,” I finally say after much too long. 

Sam’s quicker with his response.“Only the best for my girl.” 

My mind catches on to that. His girl. The heat between my thighs intensifies as I turn around to look him in the eye. “I knew I was right about you.” Is all he says before he hoists me up. My legs instinctively wrap around his thighs and he kisses me hard like he needs this. It doesn’t take long before I feel Sam fall back onto a plush surface. It takes me a moment to realize he’s made his way to the bed already, and we’re sitting on the edge of it. He takes the opportunity to push my short dress up, and I thank the heavens above I decided to wear dark green lace panties. I swear I see Sam’s pupils dilate as he stares, bringing his finger to outline my folds. 

My breathing has become staggered, we’re both focused on his hands. He keeps one in front slowly tracing me, while the other grabs onto my bare ass. My head lolls back for a moment, the feeling of his hot hands are overwhelming. I gasp and snap my head back down to where his fingers land. He’s found my clit and he’s not shy about it, his fingers worship me as they slowly touch me. I can feel myself unwinding, and I want some sort of friction. It feels like Sam can read my mind now as the hand on my ass pushes me up towards his hard bulge. Once I make contact I swear we both stop breathing. 

We both watch silently as I fumble with his button. When I finally get it done I waste no time with his zipper and raising on my knees momentarily so he can pull them down. I love that he leaves his boxers on for me to peel off of him. I sit back on him with just our underwear separating us and we both gasp. My hot center meeting his hard cock is almost too much. Both of his hands move to my ass as he makes me grind him, earning a moan from me. Sam’s hands move to the bottom of my dress, lifting it over my head and off of me. 

He holds me by the waist and leans back to look at me. “Fuck,” is all that passes his lips before he’s flipping us over and has me laid out on the bed. I look up at him through surely hooded, desperate eyes. 

“I want you.” 

“Baby, I want you too, but I need to taste you first. Fuck, you look-” Sam looks up at me with eyes that are so dark I don’t see color anymore. His hands wrap around my panties as he looks up at me with a silent question. I nod, letting him know this is okay and he quickly pulls them down and throws them on the floor. 

Sam looks at me one more time with those dark eyes before lowering himself to my center. He takes his time, leaving small kisses on my thighs that have me raising my hips up, leading him to what I want. 

“Needy girl,” he chastises and I swear to God I melt into the bed. He presses a singular kiss on my clit before licking against my pussy. My eyes roll back into my head as he eagerly laps at me and I weave my fingers into his hair. With it being long, I have more to grab and I didn’t realize how much I would enjoy it. I’m close, and Sam knows it as he pays special attention to my clit. He inserts a finger inside of me, expertly hitting that spot I can only hit with my vibrator at home. 

“Sam, fuck yes.” I cry. He moans against me and that’s all I need to be pushed over the edge. My thighs tighten around his head as I ride his face through my orgasm. He doesn’t stop until I’m squirming away from him trying to push his head away.

“Oh, I’m not done with you. You taste fucking delicious. You can give me one more before I go inside of you, can’t you?” He attaches his mouth back onto my pussy and I’m rendered useless. I grab back onto his hair as he licks and fingers me, making me incoherently babble. My second orgasm comes out of nowhere and hits me like a freight train. I’m squeezing Sam’s head so hard with my thighs I’m afraid I’m going to kill him. I’ve never come twice from someone going down on me, and now Sam’s got me second guessing everything. 

Once I finally come down he presses soft kisses to the insides of my thighs and my hips, slowly making his way up my body. It’s then I notice his cock straining against his boxers. Sam follows my eyeline down and that playful smirk appears once more. In a flash he flips us so that he’s laying down and I’m on top. My sensitive center rests on him once we flip and I become ravenous. 

“Think you can help, baby?” I look up to Sam’s eyes which are hooded and still dark. Being this close I can see that his pupils are blown out, I press a soft kiss on his lips where I can taste me, and I’m a little surprised to find I like it. I like that this man tastes like me. At some point during our interaction he unbuttoned his shirt and taken it off, showing me his whole body. I kiss my way down until I hit his boxers, then I grab them on both sides so I can bring them down as I go. 

As soon as I get it over his cock it springs free, and is very hard. I waste no time bringing my lips to the head and wrapping them around it. I’m rewarded with a deep, husky moan. I take my time playing with the head of his cock with my tongue. I feel his hips buck and I swear I hear a ‘please’. Without warning, I take him to the hilt, slightly choking on him. His hand flies to the back of my head with a ‘fuck’ and he lets me bob my head a couple of times before he’s pulling me off. 

“I need to be inside you, please baby.” He flips us back over and grabs a condom resting on the nightstand. Once he is sheathed, he places the head teasingly at my entrance. I watch as he drags it up and down, playing with my clit too.

“Sam, please.” I sound desperate and I don’t care because before I can even finish my plea he’s slowly pushing inside of me. We both loudly moan as he pushes deeper and deeper until he’s sitting at the hilt. He leans down and kisses me. I bite his lip and he groans while trying to push even deeper into me. 

Without warning, he pulls out quickly then pushes back in, making my eyes roll into the back of my head as I loudly moan. He keeps his slow rhythm while keeping his lips on me. My hand instantly grips his arm as he attaches his mouth to one of my hard nipples. He bites, just enough for a small bit of pain before he lets go and gives the same attention to my other one. 

I’m completely lost in Sam and I don’t mind one bit. I run my hands up and down his bicep, feeling the ridges in his muscles. His lips are the most distracting, anywhere they go they have my utmost attention that I actually whine when he pulls them away completely. He leans down so they graze my ear.

“I want you on top, is that okay baby?” 

“Yes, please yes.” 

Snaking his arm around my waist, he swiftly flips us over. Helpingme so I’m sitting upright on him. I place my hands on his hard stomach as I slowly move up and down with every intention of driving him absolutely crazy. Sam reaches out and pinches my nipple which has me moaning and moving my hips quicker in response. 

“Not fair,” I whine, “I was trying to do something.”

“I could see it in your eyes, baby. You’re not very good at being sly.” He lifts his hips up to meet mine with every thrust. I can’t help but pick up the pace, he feels and looks so good under me. Sam looks up at me and it makes me feel so fucking powerful. 

“Such a good fucking girl,” Sam says as I watch him bring his finger to my exposed clit and starts to rub it as I bounce on him. The new added pressure is a very welcome feeling, but I’m even closer to the edge now. 

“Sam, please, I’m so close.” I don’t know what I’m even pleading for anymore, just that I want him. 

“Come for me, baby.” That was all I needed to be pushed over the edge, my orgasm hitting me hard and fast. “Baby, I’m right behind you,” is all he says before I feel him tense up underneath me, coming just as hard. I collapse on top of him, our heavy breathing in tandem as we stare at each other.

His eyes are flooded with color now, I almost feel foolish not seeing it before. The dark brown is littered with golden flecks, making his eyes look like they shine in this post-coital light. He reaches up a hand and brushes my hair away from my face and neck, then leaves it there to linger on my cheek. We stay like this for a couple moments in silent bliss before he slowly starts to pull out. 

“I’ll be right back,” Sam says as he makes his way to the en suite. I lay on the bed surrounded by the scent of Sam, of us, as I hear water start to run in the other room. It goes on for a little bit, and even though I know I should clean up, the soft sound has my eyes fluttering shut. “Y/N, baby.” Sam laughs as my eyes shoot open. He now has his boxers back on and his hair is up in a messy bun. “Come here, I’ll carry you.” 

I ask no questions as I shimmy to the edge of the bed where Sam scoops me up bridal style and walks me into the en suite. It’s steamy and warm once we enter, and I realize the noise I was hearing was him running a bath. He sets me down on the counter and hands me a warm washcloth. His eyes never leave my face as I clean up and discard the washcloth, then he lifts me once more and places me in the tub. The warm water is a welcome hug but it feels like something is missing. 

“Sam, join me?” I reach out my hand to him and watch as his eyes light up.

“Scoot forward.” I move to scrunch in the tub, my arms wrapped around my knees as Sam settles in behind me. Once he’s seated, his hands land on my shoulders and pull me into him. This is now perfect. The warm water, the hot man running his hands along my arms in a comforting embrace. He buries his nose in my hair as I try to burrow even closer to him. 

“Tonight was nice.” Sam says softly.

“It was very nice, I didn’t expect this.”

“I didn’t either, but I’m glad you took the chance. Stay the night with me.” 

With my eyelids already heavy, it was an easy choice. “Okay.” 

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Slapshot

Couldn't stop thinking about Jake with the hockey jersey 🤭🥵

Warnings: smut (f receiving)

Word Count: 1.3k

Slow Hands - Niall Horan "no chance That I'm leaving here without you on me I, I know, yeah, I already know that there ain't no stopping Your plans and those slow hands"

Every time I watch my favorite player get slammed into the boards my heart hitches in my chest. 

They’re about to start the final period when I watch Jake look up to me, seeming to find me instantly. He flips his visor up, one of my requests he wears when playing, and flashes me a big smile. I instantly melt, waving back like I haven’t seen him in months - it’s only been a few hours. With a quick flip back down, I watch him turn into the captain his teammates need him to be. 

“That must be her!”

“Shh! She can probably hear you!” 

Smiling in my seat, I know they’re talking about me. I sit in the stands every home game, in the same spot. I wear his jersey with his number adorning either side and his last name stretched across my back.

Soon to be my last name I can’t help but think. 

I glance down to the ring on my left hand. Jake had proposed just the weekend before. My goofy boy had taken us to one of our favorite hangout spots we lovingly referred to as The Cabin. This small cabin in the woods had been the first place Jake and I had taken a vacation together, just the two of us. He made a standing reservation for us every six months since that weekend. 

Last weekend was our fifth trip. 

Two and a half years dating a man who made me feel like I could conquer the world, especially by his side. 

When we drove up to The Cabin, nothing looked different. Once we stepped inside however, a million bells started going off in my brain. There were fairy lights strung everywhere. Our favorite album played on a loop softly in the background. I turned back to Jake, my Jacob, to find him on his knee. He was barely able to get a word out before a sob escaped his throat and we both fell to the floor. I didn’t need his words to tell me what I already knew. 

A buzzer going off yanks me out of my pleasant thoughts. 

“Kiszka, number twenty-three with the goal!” 

I’m out of my chair and screaming before the announcer can finish. Jake’s team has an aggressive lead, I’m almost positive they’ll have an easy win tonight. For the last five minutes of his game, my eyes never leave number twenty-three. 

When the final buzzer rings signifying the end of the game, I cannot get out of my seat fast enough. I quickly  flash my media pass to security and run down the hall looking for him. 

“Y/N! Baby!” I hear faintly from behind me. His eyes are what I spot first and I’m off like a cannonball towards him. Even in all of his gear, I can’t help but jump into his waiting arms. 

“There’s my girl,” he says to me while giving me a small kiss on my forehead. 

“You did amazing tonight.” I say, knowing giving him just a little glimmer of praise has him wanting me even more. He sets me down on my feet and walks me outside of the locker room. 

“Five minutes,” he promises while squeezing my hand. Then I watch him disappear into a room filled with manly hoots and hollers. 

Five minutes later, just as promised, he comes out showered and changed. The smell of a game well done exchanged with the cologne I got him last christmas, the one that he says always reminds him of me.

We quickly hit the press room, where I watch Jake and all of his PR training shine. He then guides me towards the garage for the team, and it becomes hard to hide my excitement to finally be alone with him. When we get into our car I’m practically vibrating.

“What has gotten into my girl today?” he says while resting a hand on my thigh. The way he says that, my girl, always sends a shiver down my spine. 

“I just love watching you play so well, baby.” I move slowly to intertwine our fingers while the heat from his hand spreads like wildfire across my skin. 

I watch as he moves our hands higher up my leg. I know this car ride isn’t long, about ten minutes with good traffic. I’m going to try and use all of it to my advantage. 

“Just watching you in your element,” I continue, “you look so good I can’t take my eyes off of you.” 

His hand grips my thigh dangerously close to where I want him, a low growl cutting through the air. I glance at the gps between us, seven minutes glowing back to me from the screen. 

“When you checked that other guy for getting on top of your teammate? I couldn’t get to you fast enough after.” 

“Y/N.” My name rips through the air like a warning, but I know it’s a bottomless threat. I’ve been watching his eyes fight to stay on the road now. 

“I need to get you back in one piece so I can unravel you at home.” 

His low assertive voice had me squeezing my legs together, but not before his hand could find my center. 

“Open,” he says and the low gravel of his voice has me complying immediately. “That’s my good girl.” His fingers quickly find my clit since I have no underwear on, a request from him when I wear his jerseys to the game, as I try to not fully melt into the seat. The smirk dancing across his lips when he thinks he’s won has me baiting for more. 

“My girl, always so wet for me,” he murmurs. 

“Hard not to be when you play a game as good as that.” My traitorous hips start moving with his fingers,  begging for more. 

“I love when you’re sitting in the stands, I swear it makes me play even harder.” I feel one of his fingers getting close to my entrance. I try to look calm, even though I feel my orgasm inching closer and closer by the second. 

I take another glance at the clock, three minutes to go. 

“You know what I love even more?” He asks while finally inserting a finger inside me, a moan slips past my lips. “How my girl is so ready for me after.”  

“You look so fucking good on the ice,” my voice sounds breathy, far away. I know I’m losing control but I can’t stop focusing on his hand. 

“This is my real win of the evening.” He enters another finger and keeps his thumb on my clit. 

“Jake, baby. Don’t stop. I need you.” I’ve given up my ruse, not caring how desperate I’m sounding. He keeps expertly moving his hands, getting his fingers to that soft spot inside of me he knows will push me over the edge. 

“I want to hear you, Y/N.” 

That’s all I needed to hear before my orgasm ripped through me. I'm filling the quiet air chanting Jake’s name and screaming unintelligible words while I feel him watch me come undone.  

I hear quiet murmurs of praise coming from Jake, a mixture of “that’s my girl” and “you look so beautiful”. 

As I finally come down, I heard the soft ‘click’ of the garage opener, and realized where we were.

 I watch as Jake smoothly pulls into the garage and turns off the car. He leans across the console and presses a soft kiss to my lips. We get out of the car and Jake meets me at the door. He quickly flips me over his shoulder, making me squeal. A loud slap rings through the air, my ass is tingling. 

“Hope you didn’t think I was done with you quite yet, baby.” Jake says as he brings us inside our home. 

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Valentine's Day Fic Recs

Happy Valentine's Day babes! 🩷

Here's the Masterlist of allll the Valentine's Fics that I have collected so far! Make sure to show all the writers some love (especially today!)

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Champange, Caviar, Anyone? // SFK - @losfacedevil

Sam x Reader // 18+ Smut

Str!ke - @smoking-jakelane

Jake x Reader // fluff// Jake has planned a Date for you since you completely forgot about Valentines Day.

Succulent - @seenoversundown

Sam x Fem OC // 18+ Smut // Sam makes dinner for Birdie, but has a devious plan for dessert.

When The Morning Comes - @highway-tuna

Danny x Reader // No Warnings // Seems like it's just your luck that you get sick right before a date. But not just any date, a Valentine's Day date. But not just any Valentine's Day date, a double Valentine's Day date with your good friend, Danny. So much for being a good wingman. With nothing better to do, you settle into your coziest blanket and sulk, doomed to spend your Valentine's Day evening alone. Or so you think...

Crossroads // DRW - @losfacedevil

Danny x Reader // Fluff

The Girl Next Door // JTK - @dogwood-blossom

Jake x Fem Character // 18+ // Will Jake ever speak to the girl who lives across the street from him? Or is he destined to pine in secrecy for all of eternity? Or maybe just until one of them inevitably moves out? Stay tuned to find out!

Saccharine - @seenoversundown

Danny x Fem OC // 18+ Smut // Daniel and Melody take a cute baking class but he has some ideas for once they get back home.

Hold Me (1) Jake Kiszka - @chouxsardine

Jake x Reader // 18+ Smut // "hold me like you hold your Les Paul, have your way with me the way you play her.” || Your drunk slip-up leads to one of the best Valentine's Day gift you've ever got

Valentines | JTK | Masterlist (18+) - @vanfleeter

There's a handful of Jake fics on here and they're all wonderful!! Check the warnings before reading xoxo

Satiate - @seenoversundown

Josh x Enby OC // 18+ Smut // Quinn makes Josh breakfast in bed, which isn't an uncommon thing for them to do but, today is special.

Siren - @seenoversundown

Jake x Fem OC // 18+ Smut // Jake and Charlotte get stuck in the bar for the evening, with the promise that Jake will make it up to her after.

Absolutely Smitten - @alwaysonthemend

Josh x Reader // 18+ Smut // Check Author's Note and Warnings!

Tag me if I missed your fic and you would like to be added! 🥰🩷

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Spooks & Cider

Daniel X Melody (OC)

Warnings : just fluff! Subtle nods to anxiety. Word count : 2.1k

She’s In Love With The Boy - Trisha Yearwood “She’s in love with the boy, And even if they have to run away, she’s gonna marry that boy someday”

Melody POV

I sit with my face pressed to the window that faces our family driveway, my hot breath fogging up the glass every time I take a breath. 

“Be careful tonight, mi amor!” My mom yells from the kitchen, the sounds of pots clanging together following behind her soft voice. “Remember, eleven thirty! No later, Melody.” 

“Yes, Mamà.” I replied, continuing to stare out the window for his headlights.

My best friend, Daniel, was on his way to get me for a haunted house. We’ve been close since grade school, but this past year there’s been a shift with us. I’ve always thought that Daniel was cute, I couldn’t have imagined he felt the same way. So tonight was a first for us, a date you could call it. The first outing since we’ve told each other how we feel. 

I really like you, Melody. More than anything else in the world, I think. Daniel’s words ran in my head like they were practicing for a marathon. I welcomed every round. 

My heart pounded against my chest as I watched his headlights turn into the driveway. Grabbing the sweater my mom is forcing me to take, I shout a quick bye! as I'm running out the door towards Daniel’s truck. Hopping into his passenger seat I can’t help but grin back at his soft, lazy smile. 

“Hi, Ducky,” he says as I buckle my seatbelt in. “I hope you’re ready for tonight.” 

“So ready!” I responded. 

I was not ready. I knew this, Daniel knew this. For our entire friendship I’ve never been one for scary things, I jumped when a piece of fuzz I was unaware of invaded my vision. 

So, a haunted house? Not great. 

Spending time one on one with Daniel? My favorite thing in the whole world. 

I watch as his hand reaches across the console to the radio, putting on one of our favorite songs. 

“Are you sure you’re ready, Ducky?” His eyes shot over to me, “you don’t have to lie.” 

“Scouts honor,” I reply as I try to put on a brave face. The car fills with the echoes of Daniel’s laughter. Guess I didn't look as brave as I thought. 

Daniel takes a couple more turns through our foggy neighborhood until we reach a parking lot filled with other victims for tonight’s festivities. We hop out of our respective sides of the car and I immediately pull my arms around me. The sinister music and screams from the house are wafting in the air.

Before I can think twice I untie the sweater from around my waist, mamà knows best, and ruin my outfit by putting it on. My eyes are wide as I look around while we wait in line. I can’t see much, but I don’t trust that they didn’t put actors in line with us for a little pre show scare. A large, warm hand grabs onto mine and gives it a firm squeeze. A yelp escapes my lips. 

“It’s not too late to go and do something else, Melody.” Daniel says while giving my hand a couple more reassuring squeezes. Standing in line our height differences are much more noticeable, I practically have to throw my head back to make eye contact. 

“No. We’re here and we said we wanted to do some spooky shit this season, so we’re doing it.” 

He locks our fingers together sending shockwaves throughout my body. 

“Alright then, Ducky. Let’s do this.”

Past the entrance gates, we enter an open field. The main attraction, The Killer Barber, sits on our right. To the left of us are some small vendors filled with hot chocolate and apple crisp to warm us on this chilly New England night. 

“What do you want to do first?” Daniel asks. “Get spooked first, then hot chocolate as a reward for making it through? Apple crisp is happening no matter what.” 

I grin at him, “I swear you can read my mind.”

Hand in hand we start walking towards the house. 

“I can’t believe we’re in our senior year,” he says. “Wait, we’re still doing matching halloween costumes right?” 

I can’t contain my laughter, he’s always been a bit scatterbrained. 

“As if anyone else could be the Gomez to my Morticia.” I give his hand a squeeze and watch as a small smile flashes across his lips. “If anything, senior year is about to be our bitch.” 

We haven’t struggled with finding other friends at school, but it’s clear we always move as one. Since we were young it’s always been Daniel and Melody. Our parents accepted we were attached at the hip, and I think mamà has always secretly hoped we’d end up together. She’s liked Daniel since the start, but when he started to learn Spanish she was downright sold on him. 

When will you bring Daniel around? 

Call Daniel for dinner, I’m making his favorite. 

Can you just marry Daniel? 

Okay, maybe she didn’t ask me the last question- but a girl can dream. The thought of being Mrs. Daniel Wagner had always set off a horde of bees in my stomach. Not butterflies, those seem too tame. Full blown bees. 

“Earth to Ducky?” We’re next.” Daniel’s fingers are snapping in front of me, effectively bringing me back to reality. 

The Killer Barber. Yaaaaay.

The attendant smiles weakly at us before waving us in. 

As soon as we pass the threshold a door slams and a voice shouts “Come for a shave, have ye?” 

Daniel laughs, fully enthralled. I, on the other hand, find his arm and grip it tightly with my freehand close to my body. 

“I’ve got you, Melody.” He says reassuringly. 

“Let’s ju-just get th-through this,” I stutter. I can feel my anxiety peaking. Looking at Daniel I know he knows this too. He moves me so that I'm directly behind him, my tall shield to whatever lies ahead. 

My eyes are screwed shut, trusting Daniel won’t walk me into any walls. I don’t know how anyone walks through these, the sounds are enough to send me running. 

“I promise, it’ll be the closest shave you’ll ever have.” A voice says a few moments later. I swear I feel the hot breath on my ear which causes me to scream. 

“Ducky, you gotta not look so scared, they look for that.” Daniel says. 

“What do you mean not look so scared?” I shout. “Next time we’re apple picking and making a goddamned pie. None of this haunted house shit!” 

I feel the laugh rumble through him before I hear it, and I can’t help but laugh along too. Before I know it we’re hitting the final room. I peek out from behind him and am amazed at the scene unfolding in front of me. It’s gory, of course, but seeing how someone had changed this into a super scary scene is astounding. A face pops up at me while wielding a straight razor. I can’t help but gasp and tuck myself into Daniel’s laugh.

“A couple more steps.” His voice vibrates his whole chest, I can’t help but snuggle in closer. 

Relief floods my veins when I realize he wasn’t lying, I feel the cool night breeze on my ears. I’m still gripping the back of his shirt when I feel him laughing.

“You can let go, Ducky. We’ve made it.” I feel his hands reach back and try to loosen my grip. He spins around to look at me once he’s finally free, a giant grin stretched across his face. Daniel quickly pulls me in, the scent of his fresh laundry and incense he burns in his room  surrounds me. I bury my face into his chest, the smell seemingly stronger here. I feel his hand rest on the back of my head, tangling with my curls.

“I knew you could do it.” He says as he rests his head on mine. “You’re a strong girl, y’know.” I swear I feel his lips press to my forehead for a moment before moving back into place. We stay like this for a moment longer in the chaos of everything. 

Finally parting, I can’t help the smile on my face even though I just got scared shitless. Pulling on his hand, I started dragging him towards our reward.

“Let’s go, Daniel! Hot chocolate and crisp is calling our name!” 

Our laughter echoes behind us as we break off into a sprint towards the concession stands. He intertwines our fingers, and somehow takes over leading us. 

“Those long legs are so unfair!” I laugh-shout. 

“Grow taller then, Ducky!” 

Reaching the concessions stand the smell of chocolate and warm apples fill the air. I can’t help but get excited for our little treat. 

“Pick a seat, I’ll grab our treats.” 

A quick squeeze back and forth of our hands before we part. Finding an empty picnic table turned out to be quite easy. I take a seat on the opposite side so I can watch Daniel in line. His tall lanky stature is illuminated by the small surrounding lights. His long curly hair almost looked like a halo around his head, so wild and free.

It’s a quick moment before he turns around with his hands full. Long legs taking long strides until they finally reach me. Placing our goodies on the table he takes the seat opposite mine. Placing a small white cup in front of me, I almost tear it out of his hands. I'm so excited for this.

Taking the top off of my cup, I’m delighted to find a mound of whip cream. 

“What’d you think, I’d forget how you take your hot chocolate?” He says from across the table. “Oh, I’m sorry. I meant whipped cream with a side of hot chocolate.” 

“Now we’re judging my hot chocolate order?” I cross my arms and throw a pout his way.

“Never would I ever,” he says. “It’s cute like you.” Daniel moves quickly and sticks a single finger into my whipped cream and then sets it on my nose.

“Hey! That’s a waste of the goods!” 

Daniel says nothing, just stands in his seat, leans over, and quickly licks the whipped cream from my nose. 

“Not wasted,” he says with a wink. 

My face immediately gets hot. I break into the apple crisp. The gooey cinnamon apple oatmeal mixture steams from the container and makes my stomach rumble. The smell is otherworldly. I quickly hand a spoon to Daniel.

Holding my spoon out I wait for him to do the same. 

“Cheers!” We say in unison.

It’s quiet for the next few minutes as we devour our treat. As we finish up Daniel collects our trash and I look at my phone, 11:00 shines back on my screen. 

“You ready to go, Ducky?” He comes up from behind me and startles me a little bit. 

“Absolutely.” 

Our hands clasp and our walk back to the car is quiet. Daniel comes to my side and opens my door for me, and my face runs hot again. I watch as he walks over to his side and climbs into the driver's side. 

It takes us a few moments, but once we finally get out onto the road, he settles his hand onto my thigh. 

“This okay?” He asks while taking quick glances at me. I rest my hand on top of his, a silent yes. His hand gets tighter on my thigh and the bees in my chest become frantic. 

My porch light slowly comes into view and my heart constricts at the fact that this night is coming to an end. Daniel pulls into my driveway and shuts off his lights. He hops out of his side and quickly rounds to mine.

“I had a really good time tonight, Ducky.” He says while helping me out of the truck. “Next time, nothing scary. Just us, I promise.” 

Daniel’s hand invades my vision and pushes back my curly hair. Suddenly I can only focus on the scorching heat coming from his palm while it rests on my chin. Looking up at him, I can’t help but lean in. I’ve been dreaming of this moment for years, but now that it’s finally here it feels surreal. 

When our lips finally touch I swear I hear fireworks going off. People cheering. A whole ass explosion. 

I wrap my arms around his waist as he cradles my head in both of his hands. His soft lips are even more plush than they were in my dreams. 

He pulls back too soon, peppering my lips with small kisses before finally ceasing. 

“Melody, you are everything. Get inside so you don’t get grounded. I’ll text you when I’m home.” A final kiss is pressed to my lips before we separate. The walk to my front door is hazy. I turn and watch as he pulls out of the driveway, waving before he gets out of view. 

“Mi amor, how was your date?” My mamà asks when I enter the door.

“Oh, mamà, it was everything.” 

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Life Update!

To make a long story short: life got in the way. 🥴

Sick, work, seasonal depression, more work, you get the idea.

With that said, I got a burst of inspiration for another part of The Caravel Tavern universe, and to be honest; I couldn't move on until I got it out. Sam & Birdie are still alive and well in my brain, but they will be taking a little hiatus while I introduce you to this sweet pair of lovebirds! 🥰

keep your eyes peeled for some little sneak peeks 👀🫶🏻

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This is my first attempt at writing so 😅 I hope you enjoy it

There's no trigger warnings for this - pure fluff!

Word Count: 1k?

Your Bones - Chelsea Cutler  “I love you down to your bones Naked and afraid, they tell me that’s when you know, I feel you takin’ me home, Dusk until the dawn, you’re where I wanna go”

Daniel’s house is where you always felt the most at home, even more so when you just got to spend the day with him uninterrupted. Slowly approaching the first anniversary of dating, you were spending more and more time there. The two of you were inseparable at this point, spending countless nights together before needing to go back to your own apartment. 

Today felt different though and you don’t know if you just got a good night's sleep or if something is in the air. You spent the afternoon cuddled into his arm on the couch, just enjoying some time together since the weather ruined your original plans. 

The skies are gray and the rain hasn’t stopped since you opened your eyes. Making the best of it by lighting some candles and putting on movies, you aren’t going to complain in the slightest. 

“Y/N, have I ever told you how much I love the rain?” he mumbles into the top of your head, placing a small kiss there at the end of his question. You simply nod ‘yes’ in response, because he tells you everytime it rains that he loves it ‘because it’s soothing’, which makes you giggle to yourself as you think of it. 

“You know what I love even more though-” he speaks, causing your eyes to go wide and your heartbeat to pick up. You hadn’t said ‘I love you’ to each other yet even though you had been together for a while and now the possibility of it happening in this moment, instantly caused you to panic. Not that you didn’t love him or that you thought he didn’t feel the same, but it’s a big moment for a couple usually and you were unprepared for it to happen in this moment. “Thunderstorms,” he spits out. “The thunder sounds similar to some of my drums” 

Sitting up to look at him, you pull his face in with both hands to plant a quick kiss to the bridge of his nose causing him to close his eyes with a soft smile. 

“You’re the cutest human I’ve ever met” you whisper to him. Turning your head to look out the window again, you see the sky light up quickly. Waiting for the rumble to follow closely behind, you realize that maybe today IS the day to tell him. Looking at the rain falling knowing that this is his favorite type of weather, especially as his smile grows when the thunder hits, you know exactly what you’re going to do. 

Standing up from the couch, you reach your hands out to him.

“What are we doing, sweetheart?” He questions you as he stands up, following behind you with your hands clasped together as you lead him to the front door. Opening the door quickly, revealing the gloomy scenery in all its glory, you pull him outside into the driveway. 

“You said you love the rain, so I thought we should enjoy it the right way” you tell him through soft laughs, as you feel the rain hitting your skin. His smile could light up a room and the look in his eyes was enough of a reward, you didn’t even need him to speak anything else. 

Immediately spinning you out and pulling you back in, he holds one of your hands out, wrapping his other arm around your waist. Both of you are just giggling as the rain soaks through your clothes, slow dancing to the sound of the storm in his driveway is something you never thought of doing but now, you couldn’t imagine spending today doing anything else. You rest your head against his shoulder, soaking in this feeling that’s become so overwhelming. You feel your own heart swell, slowly picking up speed until you feel like it’s going to pound its way out of your chest. You press your hand against him, noticing he must be feeling the same thing because you can feel every little beat.   

“Hold on,” you tell him, breaking away from him quickly. You run inside to grab your keys, quickly making your way back to your car. You turn it on and plug your phone in, frantically scrolling through your music until you have a second of clarity. You open the album, choosing the song calmly because you know at this moment, this is what needs to happen. Turning the volume up, you walk back over to him, he's watching you like you created the moon and stars. 

“I want you to listen to this one,” you tell him while wrapping your arms around him again. The cool feeling of his damp shirt against the side of your face as you rest against him while the song plays. 

‘I love you down to your bones’ 

Grabbing your hand, he presses a light kiss to the back of it and on your knuckles before he begins to sway again, this time lining up with the beat of the music. Occasionally spinning you away from him, only to pull you back in. 

‘Naked and afraid, they tell me that’s when you know’

He dips you, holding you in this position for an extra beat just to admire you. 

“You’re so beautiful” he whispers, so he can still hear the song. Pulling you back up to him he lets go of your hand, but weaves it into your hair pulling you close. Leaning you against his chest he continues to rock back and forth. You feel your stomach tighten at this gesture. 

‘I feel you takin’ me home,

Dusk until the dawn, you’re where I wanna go’

Knowing the song’s almost over, you know this is your chance. You slide your hands up, until they’re rested at the base of his neck, locking your fingers together. Staring into his eyes, everything feels calm- everything feels right. 

“You know I mean it though, right?” you quietly come out with it. His eyes sparkle darting between yours, glancing at your lips. He leans down pressing his lips against yours and you swear you can feel them shaking, he rests his hands on either side of your face holding your jaw as he deepens the kiss. The rain drops making their way down your cheeks and the thunder rumbling, you feel him start to smile into you. 

“I love you too, baby.”

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which boy is doing this with you? And why is it Sam?

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A little sneak peek of what’s coming 🤭🥹

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taglist 🫶🏻:

@gvfsstardust,@peaceloveunitygvf,@threadofstars @myleftsock, @imleavingyoufornewyork, @mindastreamofcolours, @dont-go-home-without-me, @literal-dead-leaf,@ourlovesdesire

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Choose my next one shot:

They’re both smutty so 🤭

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you guys really loved hockey Sam 🥹

what do you want me to post next?? 👀

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sooooooo… 🤭

I made a tag list form and if you want to join for any future updates 🥰 I have some GOOD things coming.

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Big News!!

I promised that I’d be back with something special soon, and we are soooo close I can taste it.

The next little segment of The Caravel Tavern series is just about ready to post, but I thought I'd give you all a chance to guess which guy the next series features.

Here are a few little clues:

Our next boy is a bit of an artist.

His hair is so big because it's full of secrets.

He has big golden retriever energy.

Come back later this week for a reveal and a sneak peek 😘

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no context chapter 4 : 🧀