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₊˚⊹ᰔ 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬
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pairing: businessman!rafe x assistant!reader
summary: ward introduces his new assistant to the office, and rafe has to have her.
warnings: lots of flirting, secrecy, super sweet fluff, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting
word count: 3.2k
a/n: i wasn’t expecting you guys to love the moodboard so much!! thank you to those who requested more of this pairing, i see all of your asks, comments, and reblogs <3 if you couldn’t tell by the summary, this specific oneshot is telling how everything started, so there is a very slight time skip. don’t worry though, it’s nothing crazy.
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“so if you’ll come this way, you’ll see the meeting room, which is where i’ll properly introduce you to the team in about fifteen minutes,” you followed mr. cameron, your new boss, around the cubicle packed room, smiling softly at those who cared enough to look up from their computers. “there’s not really much of a dress code, all i ask is that you dress for a corporate setting.” he lead you back to his office, where he asked you to take a seat.
“i won’t work you too much, i really just need someone who can keep me and my appointments with my clients organized. my son rafe, who is co-owner at the moment, will also be in need of your assistance, no worries though all he needs from you is to keep him updated on shipments and checking back in with clients to make sure they are more than happy with our services.” mr. cameron pushed a small stack of papers towards you.
“this is just the code of conduct, some expectations for here in the office. i’m gonna go take a phone call, and you can sign those documents in the meantime.” he patted your shoulder on his way out. you took a breath, flipping through the pages. everything looked pretty standard, all drugs prohibited, anyone under the influence will be asked to go home and will be terminated effective immediately, no firearms or weapons allowed while being in the building, etc…
then there was one rule, the only rule, in bold: ANY AND ALL ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIPS WITH THOSE OF HIGHER POSITIONS WILL RESULT IN TERMINATION OF BOTH PARTIES.
you hummed to yourself, mindlessly signing the papers with no clue of what was ahead of you. just as you finished signing the last page, mr. cameron walked in, flashing you a smile as you handed him the papers back. “do you have any questions for me?” he typed something up on his computer, the printer starting up soon after. “i do, actually. how come the rule for forbidding romantic relationships with higher ups the only one bolded? it’s not a problem or anything! i’m just wondering..” you cleared your throat.
“ah,” he stood up, “well the reason why it’s emphasized is because we want to avoid any and all legal troubles. lawsuits, investigations, it’s a really bad look for my company, and i would rather my employees keep their personal lives out of the office, especially those who are being paid very generously.” you nodded in understanding. “i see. very smart move.” you adjusted the ring on your finger, accepting a paper with your photo on it from mr. cameron.
“why, thank you. anyways, this is a temporary id for when you want to leave and enter the building. rafe is usually in charge of getting the id badges for our employees so he should have that ready for you by the end of the day.” he glanced down at his watch. “shall we get you introduced to everyone?” you nodded, making sure your head was held high as you two made your way to the already full meeting room. while everyone had been making small talk, rafe stayed silent while he stared at the blank presentation screen.
“good morning, everyone! i hope all is well, we’re here to discuss the construction plans for the skyscraper on the mainland, and i also have a new employee i’d like for everyone to meet,” rafe only saw your back profile, but with the view of your hips swaying in your tight pencil skirt and matching heels, it felt like eternity before you finally turned around, the sight of your perfect blowout and soft makeup doing something to his brain.. and his pants.
“this is y/n, and she is the new assistant to rafe and i. she comes from the mainland and has a degree in architecture, she is surely an amazing addition to our team, so i only expect the best treatment for her, as i do all of you.” you smiled, meeting everyone’s gaze, your heart stuttering in your chest when your eyes landed on him. he looked emotionless, but little did you know he was thinking of all the ways he could take you on his work desk.
“you can go ahead and take a seat, and we’ll get started.” you looked around, the only open seat being next to the man that made your stomach flip with a simple glance. you walked over, letting out a small ‘sorry!’ as you sat down, your knee bumping his. he didn’t acknowledge you at first, but once all eyes were on mr. cameron, rafe leaned in to speak to you quietly. “y/n, that’s your name?” you smelt his cologne before you could speak, the scent becoming your new favorite.
“yes, and yours?” rafe took your hand in his. “rafe cameron.” it took everything in you not to let your jaw drop. of course the insanely hot one was off limits. “nice to meet you.” you looked down, unable to maintain eye contact with him. rafe didn’t let go of your hand right away, clearly enjoying how shy he made you. “i’m assuming my father showed you around already?” you nodded, crossing one leg over the other. apart of you was slightly annoyed with yourself. you weren’t a shy girl, you didn’t avoid the stares of men, but rafe? he was a totally different ballpark.
“we’ll talk in my office after this.” he let go of your hand, smiling at you softly as you took out a notebook and pen, jotting down notes from what mr. cameron was going over. just like the rest of his father’s meetings, he wished this one would hurry up and end, wanting nothing more than to get you to himself already. thirty minutes later, and you found yourself sitting in front of rafe, both of you laughing about a topic he brought up.
“you know.. you carry conversation very well. a lot of people don’t know how to do that.” you adjusted your purse on your shoulder, both of you exchanging looks. he was wearing a white button down and slacks, his sleeves rolled up slightly. “thank you.” your words came out soft, the urge to steal a peek at his arms nearly unbearable. rafe examined you for a moment. “you dress very nicely, i like that.” he walked around his desk, leaning on the hardwood. “is this satin?” he rolled the fabric of your sleeve between his fingers.
if it was anyone else, you would’ve curled your lip in disgust before storming out the room and never looking back, but with the way this man towered over you, his eyes hungry as he stared you down, you met his gaze. “it is. and this? all leather?” it was a bold move, even for you, but if he was going there, you were going to meet him halfway. rafe sucked in a breath as your fingertips skimmed his belt. his hand came over yours, trailing it down his slacks, “we’re going to get along just perfectly.”
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the next two weeks are a blur. first, you were too shy to look at this man, now he was stroking your thigh underneath the table during meetings. after he guided your hand over his hardening cock that fated day, it’s been nothing but hell for him, and you were enjoying every second of it. no one suspected a thing, and mr. cameron had actually told you to reside in rafe’s office for the time being while he worked to set you up somewhere nice. while rafe has been doing everything to get you where he wants you, you’ve been teasing him endlessly.
like today, you wore a black lace bra under your blouse, leaving it three buttons too shy so rafe could see what’s underneath. “mrs. thornton is on line one.” you’d bat your eyelashes up at him innocently, his teeth tugging on his bottom lip as he stared at your exposed cleavage. “you’re killing me, woman.” you’d laugh before getting out of his chair so he could take a seat. while he talked on the phone, you thought about the next way to torture him.
before you could start writing a dirty note for him, there was a light knock at the door. “come in!” rafe shouted, resuming his phone call while margaret, the receptionist, brought in the largest vase of flowers you’ve ever seen. “y/n? these are for you, honey.” you blinked, rushing to get up so you could take them out of her hands. “are- are you sure?” there was a small white envelope poking out the top. “positive. ask whoever sent you those if they have a brother.” she winked, leaving you dumbfounded.
you plopped down in one of the chairs in front of rafe’s desk, taking the envelope and revealing the small card inside.
you look beautiful everyday, so you’ll get flowers everyday <3
your head shot up at rafe who was already smiling at you. “sounds good, i look forward to our meeting mrs. thornton. yes, uh huh, alrighty goodbye.” you walked around his desk, rafe moving to face you. “did you get me these?” you took a seat on his lap, the most you ever let him touch you in two weeks. he sighed wrapping his arms around you as you read the card over and over’s again. “i did. ‘figured roses were too practical, so i got you peonies.” you smiled, pecking his cheek. “they’re my favorite.” there was a lot of intimacy going on right now that rafe wasn’t used too, but it was intimacy with you, it felt right.
“good to know. maybe we’ll get you through the catalog.” his hand rested flat on your tummy where your shirt had rode up. “you really didn’t have to do this. i love them.” you brought his coffee cup to your lips, your lipstick staining the rim as you placed the card back in the envelope. “i was thinking.. since tomorrow is the weekend and the office will be closed, why don’t we do something? i’d love to see you prance around in a bikini on my yacht.” he rested his chin in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent.
“i bet you would,” you laughed, “that sounds fun. what time should i be ready?” you adjusted yourself, so your legs were hanging off his thighs. “mmm, how about two o’clock? we’ll stay to watch the sunset.” rafe stroked the side of your face, your eyes falling to his lips as you nodded. “i’d like that.” your voice dropped down to a whisper as he leaned in closely, his breath fanning the tip of your nose. “i want to kiss you so bad right now.” his jaw clenched as you ran a hand across his chest. “so kiss me, rafe.” you wrapped an arm around his neck to steady yourself.
just as his lips ghosted over yours, there was another knock at the door. both of you sighed, your foreheads resting against each other’s before you got up, taking the vase of flowers to your desk. “come in!” rafe wore an annoyed expression as mr. cameron walked in. “great timing, dad.” rafe grumbled, making a small smile grace your features. “listen, i need you to stay later and go over some of the projects that have been sent in, and flag the ones you think are worth investing in. i’m leaving so me and rose can catch our flight on time, we’ll be back by monday.” rafe nodded absently.
mr. cameron smiled. “good afternoon, y/n. flawless work these last couple of weeks, i almost forgot how easy things can be when properly organized. you have a great rest of your day.” you returned the gesture, tilting your head slightly. “why, thank you. i hope you have an amazing flight.” mr. cameron walked out, leaving you and rafe alone once again. “just what i wanted to do tonight. work overtime.” you watched as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “i could stay with you, help you out.” he shook his head. “i couldn’t ask you to do that. don’t worry it really shouldn’t take me that long.” you waved him off.
“don’t be ridiculous, i’ll be more than happy to review the submissions with you.” he wasn’t going to tell you no, so he let you have your way. after a few hours passed by, you made your way to the front desk where margaret was getting ready to leave. “you have a good weekend, y/n. see you monday!” you laughed at how quickly she got on the elevator to go home. you walked over to the copier room and grabbed the papers fresh out the printer. “well, office is officially empty. margaret just left.” rafe yawned, loosening the tie around his neck. “damn, it’s eight o’clock already?” you placed the papers on his desk, humming softly.
you let your hair down from it’s updo, the waves falling past your shoulders. “what?” rafe was looking up at you with half-lidded eyes. he pulled you down, making you straddle him. “thank you for doing this with me. because of you, we don’t have to stay late after all.” his hands ran up and down your back, untucking your blouse from your pants. you shivered when you felt his fingers against your bare skin. “you welcome.” you tried your hardest to suppress the moan that sat at the back of your mouth.
“do you remember where we were before we were rudely interrupted earlier?” rafe started unbottoning your shirt, revealing your black lacey bra underneath. “fuck.” he closed his eyes, clenching his fists as if he was holding himself back from ravishing you right then and there. you smiled, running your thumb over his bottom lip. “there’s no one here to interrupt us now.” he grabbed the back of your neck, finally taking your lips in a heated kiss.
he groaned, making you grind your hips against his. this kiss was like something you’ve never felt before. there was tension, hunger, the desire building up over these last couple of weeks now rising to the surface in this very moment. the sounds your lips were making was enough to make you pull away, your cheeks reddening. “you gonna get shy on me now?” he tilted your chin up so you could meet his stare. “no.. i’ve just wanted to do that ever since i saw you in the meeting room.” rafe smiled, standing you up.
“you wanna know what i’ve wanted to do since i saw you in the meeting room?” his fingers worked to unbutton your pants, sliding them down your legs before pushing you back on his desk. you sucked in a breath as he ran a hand up your thigh, his finger slipping underneath the waistband of your underwear before letting the elastic snap against your skin. you gasped softly, your head falling back as rafe trailed kisses from your navel to your neck, slotting himself between your thighs where he leaned his weight on you.
you shuddered, his hands cupping your tits through your bra as he laid you down. “i thought about bending you over, fucking you to tears while you struggle to keep quiet.” his words elicited a moan from you, your hips lifting so he could slip your underwears off. “as much as i want to do that right now, i want to taste you more.” your eyes fluttered shut as he pressed wet kisses to your inner thighs, his arms locking you in so you couldn’t close them.
you thought you knew what pleasure felt like, but once you felt rafe’s tongue plunge into you, your mind went blank as he went to work on your clit, your back arching off the hardwood. he switched from slow languid strokes to fast flicks that made you see stars. “feels so good, rafe,” your hands shot down to hold onto his, your nails digging into his wrists. “yeah? like it when i tongue fuck you like this?” your body jerked when you felt him at your entrance, your toes curling in your heels.
rafe was loving this. you tasted so much better than he imagined, his cock straining against the fabric of his slacks. just making you moan and whine was enough to make him feel like he could cum in his pants. “please,” you whimpered, “please fuck me.” rafe pulled away, snaking up your body to align with your lust filled gaze. “i want to fuck you, baby, i do. but i want the first time i fill you up with my cock to be more heartfelt. i promise tomorrow that’s all we’ll do.” your heart swelled at his want to make you feel special.
“okay,” you whispered, tasting yourself on his lips. before you had a chance to think, he shoved two fingers inside you, thrusting them while his thumb rubbed hard circles on your clit. he was unforgiving, the wetness of your cunt echoing in the confines of his office. “oh, fuck,” your eyebrows knitted together as your mouth fell open, his eyes burning into your face. “do you hear how fucking soaked you are?” your chest was heaving at this point, your eyes rolling back as your thighs threatened to close around his hand.
the force alone was making you squirm, your orgasm so close you could taste it. with his thumb rubbing your clit faster, and his fingers curling inside of you, hitting that spot that made you scream, you came with a cry of his name. “oh, that’s it baby, that’s it.” he cooed, your breath stuttering while you shook in pleasure. you felt like fireworks were going off in your tummy, your eyes screwed so hard shut that you could see colors behind them.
“can’t- can’t anymore,” you whined, overstimulation taking over. he didn’t stop, determined to pull one more orgasm out of you. rafe kissed you again, swallowing all of your whimpers and moans as he managed to push you towards the edge one last time tonight. “fuck!” your mewled, your eyes shooting open when you felt a gush between your legs. “o-oh! i’m sorry.” you looked at rafe’s shirt that was not wet with your slick. “sorry for what, beautiful? i was hoping i could make you do that.” he pecked your forehead, easing you through the aftershocks of your orgasm.
“you’re so perfect, you know that?” you blinked, your eyes shining up at him. “i don’t think i’ll ever be ready for this.” rafe groaned as you palmed him through his pants. “i don’t think i’ll be ready either.” he laughed, buttoning your shirt as you sat up. your legs were like jelly as you pulled on your underwear, rafe dressing you while you sighed blissfully. once you were both put together, rafe carried your purse and your vase of flowers for you as you two rode down the elevator to the empty lobby. he put your stuff in your car, making sure to shower you in kisses before letting you go in the driver’s seat.
“see you tomorrow?” he was leaning against your window as you nodded. “i look forward to it. goodnight, rafe.” he smiled. “goodnight, gorgeous.”
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drvscarlett · 2 days
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Let Him Cook Pt 3
Charles Leclerc x MasterChef contestant!reader
Series Part: 1, 2, 3
Taglist: @bookstore-of-dreams @barcelonaloverf1life @ririyulife @minkyungseokie @mehrmonga @sltwins @charlesgirl16 @six-call @spideybv28 @casperlikej
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"I honestly can't believe that this is actually happening"you told Charles as you sit down on your couch with your laptop.
The past few days have been a lot of preparation for the three most important dish of your life. You have been replicating and timing yourself to make sure that you are a perfectly well-oiled machine during the competition proper.
Charles is currently in Abu Dhabi for the final race which is a complete bummer. He wanted to be there but work is work. So that's why he spends most of his available time doing a facetime with you. It was pretty helpful since his conversations with you helps soothe your nerve and helps avoid overthinking the whole process.
"You got this mon amour. You know I always believed in you since day 1" Charles grinned.
"I really hope that everything goes well tomorrow"
"It will and I will be watching all the way from Yas Marina to hear that my girlfriend is a MasterChef winner"Charles proudly states "I'm really getting so excited, is this how you feel when you watch me race?"
You laughed "Oh mon ami, you are much more stressful to watch with your high speed corners and those wet race misshaps"
"But doesn't this technically make me your WAG if you win? Don't they have WAG gossip accounts that I could be part in?"
It was moments like this that Charles made everything lighter by focusing on trivial things. It helps a lot with the building pressure that everyone has been placing on your shoulder.
Y/NCooks posted a photo.
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Y/NCooks the boyfriend is so supportive. I'm pretty excited for today!
Gordongram goodluck Y/N! Boyfriend reveal when you win?
User1 Gordon is so real for that Y/NCooks thanks Chef! Lets see???
User2 win or lose, you already made it Y/N!
User3 its just so wholesome to see how Y/N keeps the relationship private but never secret. I ship them so much
User4 i don't know if i want to be Y/N or I want to be her boyfriend
User5 goodluck Y/N! Get that trophy!
Final episode.
Former contestants lined up at the balcony with some of your friends and close relatives. It was a very surreal moment because you used to watch this sitting in the comforts of your own home and now you are actually the one being watched.
The moment that the clock starts ticking, you started to work. There was no room for any delays today as you were creating dishes after dishes. You have to use your time wisely so that you can finish the dishes you have in mind.
"Charles, were going out to drink, are you coming?"
"You guys go ahead, I'm going to watch something" The minute that the cars were back in the garage and the ceremony was over, Charles couldn't wait to go back to his hotel room. He was to turn on his TV to watch the live broadcast of the MasterChef Australia.
He was just on time with the last five minutes of the appetizer round, technically he haven't miss much. You were focused in tasting everything and ensuring that all the flavors are there. You plated really well and it shows how much you have grown. Charles is extremely proud of you.
"Aren't you a little worried to be working on the octopus so early on?" the judges wondered. The judges were currently tasting the soup that you have given them.
"I know that its a lot of risk but I have to push for it to show my talent"
The judges find the soup beautifully seasoned but their only slight flaw with the dish is that the octopus is a little bit tough due to the water not boiling hot enough. Its that flaw that sets a 2 point difference with your fellow contestant.
Charles could feel his eyes getting heavier from all the events earlier that day but he really wants to stay awake. He believes that Y/N could do it. The main course was a stronger dish for Y/N which is how she tied the score with her fellow contestant.
The dessert is the make and break for Y/N. Charles knew that its also her greatest opponent as you prefer savory over sweet. However, seeing the way that you are cooking right now that you have massively improved your skills in the sweets department.
It was tense as you run back and forth to the freezer to make sure that the pana cotta is chilled enough while you went back to your work station to mix the pot. Charles almost had a headache after seeing you trip over in the last 20 minutes of the session.
But all in all you pulled it off. The dessert was stunning and exquisite as the judges noticed. It was an elevated traditional pana cotta
"I believe we have made a decision and the scores are very very close with each other" one of the judges concluded.
The guests from the balcony went down to join the homecooks and Charles wishes that he could have been there for you. Instead, he records the moment through his phone. The announcement will be here in any seconds now.
"And the MasterChef Australia winner is....."
MasterChefAU just posted a photo.
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MasterChefAU congratulations to Y/NCooks you are the MasterChef Australia winner!
User1 That was worth the wait, Y/NCooks is now a masterchef winner!
User2 she was so brilliant! what a performance!!!
User3 tell me why is Charles Leclerc is in the likes, isn't it like 4am there in Abu Dhabi?? Didn't you just race sir???
User4 Seems like Charles is a fan of MC Australia User5 Answer the crowd Charles_Leclerc User6 Didn't Arthur and Lorenzo guest in MC Australia, they say they are good friends of Y/N User7 That is some interesting information User6
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Y/NCooks I have a new plate!!!!
It was such a wonderful experience to be a part of this kitchen and to win this prestigious award. Thank you so much for all your support and love. This is such a dream come true!!
User1 im so proud of her
User2 Can't wait what's next for you!
Gordongram Well-deserve! You did amazing!
Y/NCooks this means a lot Chef! Thank you for watching
MasterChefAU Our winner!!!!
Charles_Leclerc 🏆❤️
User3 what even is that? you are putting sebastian vettel to shame with your rizz User4 Charles, she has a boyfriend!!!!!!! User5 Bro really thinks he can bag Y/N when he can't even cook Y/NCooks Thank you :')) Charles_Leclerc liked this comment. User6 SHUT UP, CHARLES IS COOKING SOMETHING User7 Silence for Y/N's bf, Charles is coming after your seat!
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rumisgf · 2 days
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“MY GIRL” SATORU GOJO X BLACK!READER
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summary: gojo is known for having talking stages with lots of people, which leads you to doubt that you’re not just another talking stage. but, after talking for a while, he finally wants you to be his. he’s willing to do whatever it is to prove you’re his and show you how he really feels.
includes: implied “situationship”, fem terms and pronouns used, player!gojo, lover girl!reader, confession, eventual smut, fluff, lots of praise, oral f! receiving, penetration, possessiveness, corruption kink if you squint
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it’s no secret that saturo gets around. he’s had his fair share of entanglements, flings, and hookups. but, you were different.
when he had a crush on you, he found himself more nervous than usual. his brain couldn’t function properly- even worse than its natural state of aloofness. he’d blabber about you to everyone. namami, geto, kiyotaka, shoko, hell even his own student itadori— he’d talk about you to megumi nonstop for gods sake, and i promise you that boy was tired of hearing about you.
then, he finally got you. he finally got the courage to make advances on you. to his surprise, they were reciprocated. you two would flirt, stay in each other’s dorms, go on “links”, you both even get to the point of falling asleep on the phone and good morning texts.
and he actually treated you very well. he was sweet, showered you with compliments, and he didn’t even hide you from others. but, a part of you still had doubt. you were aware of his past and didn’t wanna look dumb. your friends would make little jokes about you being “delulu” and always pointing out how whipped you were, so you’d be more than embarrassed if he ended up playing with your feelings.
these were all the thoughts going through you head before you knocked on the man’s apartment door, coming to hang with him after he texted you and asked you to come chill with him.
you always said yes, of course. but then again, you always said yes. it’s almost pathetic how weak you are for him.
“hey gorgeous~” the door opens almost instantly and you’re greeted by a blue eyes with a bright smile. his hair is down and he’s in a tank top, exposing his surprisingly muscular arms. his sleeper build is one of the things that has you so whipped. you smile back at him and hug him, his arms going to squeeze your waist. after a few seconds you release yourself from his hold and make your way to his bed as if his place is practically yours.
he finds his way next to you and watches as you immediately go to scroll on your phone. however, he seems…off. usually, he’d be more touchy. or, he’d also be on his phone or be on the game. he’s just watching you this time, as if he’s contemplating something. you finally look at him, cocking your eyebrow.
“may i help you, sir?”
he laughs, almost as if he was embarrassed (which he kinda was— he didn’t notice he was staring). “nothing, just thinkin’.” you softly laugh in return, going back to your phone. “about what?” you mindlessly asks. he takes a second to pause, then you hear him take a deep breath.
“i want you to be my girlfriend.”
now, it’s your turn to pause. you’re stuck in place as your brain tries to process what he just said. gojo, “mr. bitches”, satoru just asked to cuff you. you have to be dreaming.
“what?” is all you can say. he sits up, and looks directly at you. “y/n, i wanna make you mine.” you struggle to make eye contact with him, at a loss for words. “i know we’ve been talking for some months and i just…i really really like you— a lot. i can’t stop thinking about you and i can’t see myself with anybody but you. i want you- fuck it, i need you in my life so bad. you’re everything i look for.”
your face heats up as he’s sitting there, confessing his feelings for you. you finally get the courage to speak. “i really like you too, satoru. and honestly, i been waiting for you to ask this for so long. i know it seems stupid, but i just… i don’t wanna see you with anybody else. and sometimes i just-” you cut yourself off, not wanting to ruin the moment. his face softens and he grabs your hands. “what? you can tell me anything, gorgeous, i swear.”
“…do you really mean this? i don’t wanna just be…i don’t how to say this… another one.” you finally let it out your chest, and he looks down at your hands. then, he lifts you up and has you straddling him on his lap as he makes direct eye contact with you. “baby, i swear there is nobody else i could want but you. i don’t care about those other hoes or anybody else, they got nothing on you..”
his eyes fall to your lips, and he takes another breath. “i love you, y/n, and i just wanna be able to call you my girl.” your heart is beating rapidly by now, and you wrap your arms around his neck. “i love you too, i’m yours.”
you both lean in and close the space between you two. your lips collide with his, slowly moving in rhythm with each other. his hands squeeze your thighs, then he holds your waist and begins to take control. he flips you over, and his lips quickly find their way to your neck. you let out a small whine as he sucks on the skin, eagerly making his mark on you. he kisses and bites all over “mine…all mine…” he breathes into your neck.
instinctively, your legs spread and he subconsciously grinds against you. this earns a moan escaping your lips, and he pulls away. “you want to?” he asks. you frantically nod, but this time he really wants to keep things romantic. you’re his girlfriend now, he wants to prioritize making you feel loved over wanting to get off. “you sure? i wanna hear you say it, love.” you look at him with needy eyes, ones that cause an erection to start to grow in his pants. “please.”
“say no more, baby.” he dives back into your lips, hands tugging at your bottoms. he pulls them down and plays with the hem of your underwear, still keeping a steady rhythm as he kisses you.
your hand goes to unzip his pants. as you try to pull them down, he stops you. usually, you’re first to go down on him, but he wants this time to be different. “let me take care of you, i got it.” he says with a sweet, loving smile on his face as he pulls away. then he slides his finger through your clothed slit, already feeling how wet you are. you hum as he teases you, getting you all worked up for him. his thumb slowly finds your clit. “that’s it baby, relax…” he rubs you through your underwear and you moan again, squirming under his touch. another reason you’re so whipped for him: he always knows how to make you feel good.
“toru..please…” you whine, looking down at his hands. “well can you look at me first, baby?” he teases, and you can hear the smirk on his face before you even look up at him. then, he slides his hand in your underwear and toys with your clit, sticky with your arousal. “mhm…good girl~” he cooes as you moan out for him. your eyes threaten to close as pleasure swirls all through your stomach, still aching for more. just as that feeling arises, he dips his ring finger into your pulsing hole and your eyes roll back.
satoru watches your every move as you writhe under him, adding another finger as your slicks begins to spill out and making you squirm even more. then, he pulls them out and brings them to his mouth. he licks them clean, watching in satisfaction as you look to him for more. without a word, he leans down to your soaking heat. all while keeping eye contact, he kisses your clit.
you gasp, and he takes no time sucking on the sensitive bud. “f-fuck~” you moan, gripping onto his hair with your hand. he hums as your freshly manicured nails dig into his scalp while he works you with his mouth. you sing out for him as he laps your pussy with his tongue, running it through your folds and dipping into your hole. “baby, i’m c-close…” you cry. he only moves his tongue faster, drawing harsh circles on your clit. finally, you let you on his tongue with a long, strung out moan. your legs shake and your grips tightens on your hair as you cum, him slowly sucking on your clit through your orgasm.
he lifts off with a pop! then kicks off his pants and boxers, his fully erect dick springing out as he climbs on top of you. he strokes himself, kissing your lips and giving you a taste of your own arousal. “you ready, princess?” he breathes out, and you hum in response, lifting up your legs.
he lines himself up with your entrance, and easily slides in due to your previous orgasm. you both moan in sync, him burying his face in your neck. he pumps into you at a slow pace, each thrust deeper than the one before. he finally bottoms out and your eyes roll back in ecstasy as you moan out in pure bliss.
“fuck baby, you tight as fuck…” he rasps as your walls clench him as he moves in and out of you. he kisses you, then looks into your eyes as he makes love to you. “my pretty baby, always so good for me.” his thrusts slowly begin to quicken and your mouth falls open. “yeah, you like that?”
you hum in response, turning your head and burying it into the pillow as your hand grips his arm. “fuck s- mmm- s’ good…” he smirks as he rolls his hips, fucking into you even deeper and reaching for the spot that’ll have you melting. you whine as he fucks you, sending pleasure all through your warmth to your legs and stomach. “i know baby, ah shit- you love this dick don’t you?” he says as he leans down to your ear. “mhm~” you respond instantly, slick dripping out of your cunt. “mhm…so fucking wet for me.”
“yeah.. who’s pussy is this? huh?” your walls clench from the question and you’re barely able to answer” “y- fuck! yours…it’s all yours~”
“yeah this my pussy, all mine.” his words send chills down your spine, putting you in a trance as your orgasm builds up in your stomach. then, he pulls out, immediately picking you up and placing you on his lap. he finds your entrance, and positions you above his dick. you slowly slide down all the way on him.
“fuuuuck, just like that…” he moans, feeling your soaked walls tightening around him again. you eagerly bounce on his dick, moaning loudly from how you can feel every inch of him. he then places his hands on your ass, setting a pace for you and guiding you. “cmon ride me baby, just like that..such a good girl for me, yeah?” you can only moan in response, drowning in pleasure as a familiar knot builds up inside you. “‘m gonna cum…” you cry out.
he snaps his hips up inside you, causing you to nearly scream as he repeatedly slams his dick info your g-spot. you moan out his name and a smile is plastered across this face. “go ahead, cum for me baby. cum all over this dick.” and you do just that, creaming all on him as you bury your head into his neck, moaning his name and several curses.
he turns you back over, still buried inside you as he begins plunging into you. his hand presses one of your legs against your chest as you cry and moan from the overstimulation. “fuck baby i love you…love you so much~” he moans as he chases his own high. finally, he lets out a loud moan as he pulls out, cumming all over your stomach.
you both catch your breath, and he manages to lift himself off you. after finding a towel and cleaning himself off, he crashes onto his bed and pulls you on top of him.
“i’m yours.” he says, sweetly kisses your forehead. he squeezes you tight as if you were gonna fly out of him arms, and you smile into his chest. “i love you, baby.”
“i love you too, toru.” and just like that, you were finally his.
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eternityofend · 15 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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OMG I need pregnant reader x bat boys
That first one was so good thank you for that!! 🩷🩷
Pregnant Reader x Bat Boys (drabble)
This is part 2 to You Want A Baby?
AN: Ahh this was so highly requested I'm sorry it took so long. Also i've never really done a drabble and this is defiantly too long but I wanted to feed y'all as best I could.
Warnings: Pregnancy (duh), child birth, talks of sex?, not proof read (sry after writing Young Love Old Money 5 last night my hands hurt)
Of course your mates got you pregnant on the first try. They were the three most powerful males in the Night Court.
The day you found out was like any other, you were quietly reading while Cassian and Azriel were in Windhaven and Rhys was busy doing paperwork.
The sickness had been building all day and at finally come to it's precipice.
After about an hour of throwing up you went to see Madja who confirmed you were indeed pregnant.
You wanted to run home and tell Rhys right away but it didn't seem fair to your other two mates
So you warded yourself to keep your scent hidden and waited till Azriel and Cassian got home.
You sat on the edge of the bed the waiting for the boys to come to bed, clad in nothing but my black silk nightgown (this one was a present from Rhys)
The boys stalked in and the picture of me sitting innocently on our shared bed had them taking their shirts off.
It wasn't uncommon for you all to release built up tension after a long hard day, especially when the boys had to deal with Devlon.
"Wait there's something I wanna show you first," you smile standing up.
"Something you want to show us?" Rhys laughed knowing that when it came to the bedroom it was often the other way around.
You couldn't keep from smirking as you let the ward around me drop, my scent filling the room.
They inhaled long and slow before their eyes snapped open.
"You're?" Azriel asked.
"Pregnant," you smile watching as a million emotions float across their faces.
A beat of silence passes and then...
"WOOO HOOO!" Cassian roared. "We did it brothers!" he boasted clapping each of them on the back.
All of them came over to me to give me sniff, as if your new scent was addicting. You had to crane your neck up to meet all their happy faces.
"How far along are you?" Rhys asked caressing my face.
"Not very, only 6 weeks," you. smile feeling their warm hands roam my body.
"Well you certainly smell good," Azriel smiles burying his nose in my hair.
"Really?" you ask.
"YES," they all said in unison.
Cassian's hands find the hem of the night gown and start to lift it up peering underneath curiously.
"Cassain if you even think about putting your dick anywhere near her right now I will fucking kill you," Rhys growls.
"I'm not I'm trying to see if she's showing yet," Cassian said, eyes squinting.
"Cass it's too early for her to be showing," Azriel laughed at his brothers antics.
"Well she defiantly is, take a look." Cassian smiled pulling me flush to him and lifting my nightgown more so his brothers could see.
Rhys and Azriel squinted their eyes, clearly trying to see what wasn't there as Cass slid a hand over my belly.
"Cassian darling I think that's just my dinner," you laugh.
"speaking of dinner did you eat enough?" Rhys asked.
and so it began.
Ever since the boys had found out all chaos had erupted.
At first they wanted you to stay in the townhouse at all times. Literally locking you up and throwing away the key
That idea took you a long time to talk them out of but eventually you did.
Then came Rhys arguing that you needed at least 5 wards. Which Cassian and Azriel objected to as they wanted full access to you AND the baby.
Evetually you all settled on one ward. Strong enough to keep threats at bay, but weak enough so Cass and Az could touch you and your bump whenever they liked.
Speaking of bump, Cassian was determined to do a bump update everyday.
The man was DYING to see you with a bump.
"You think the baby will have wings?" you asked innocently while we all laid in bed.
Every night it was a fight for who got to sleep next to you as you unfortunately had an odd number of mates.
"Of course it'll have wings, look at it's fathers," Azriel smirked rubbing a hand over your belly.
"I don't know I wasn't in my Illyrian form when it was conceived," Rhysand states, his words reverberation through me from where my head was perched on his chest.
"Pfft please, I already told you it's mine," Cassian boasted from behind Rhys, clearly being an instigator since he wasn't getting to sleep next to me tonight.
"Cassian," Azriel warns.
"I know , I know. We don't care who got her knocked up just so long as she IS knocked up," Cassian smirks.
"Okay but what if the baby doesn't have wings?" I ask once more.
"Then we'll fuck another one into you until you have one that does," Rhys smiled pressing a kiss to my brow
"Oh we're putting another one in her either way. I want a whole litter of children." Cassian divuldged.
"You want that princess?" Azriel asked rubbing lazy circles over my barley there bump.
"Yeah I think I do." I smile.
The boys were territorial when you were barley showing, but the second the numerous dresses Rhys bought you couldn't cover the bump that's when things got scary.
The shadows. The fucking shadows
They were fucking everywhere.
Azriel had been freaking out ever since your guys walk the other day.
You had been taking in the fresh air of spring when a unknowing passerby slammed into you nearly knocking you over.
"WATCH IT!" Azriel screamed in his face his grip on the mans shirt like a vice.
The poor shopkeeper just about wet himself before running off.
"Now was that really necessary?" you asked, crumbs falling out of your mouth from the 3rd chocolate croissant you had eaten that day.
"He nearly knocked down my pregnant mate, he's lucky I let him off with a warning," Azriel murmured clearly still pissed.
"You Illyrian babies," I roll my eyes finsishing off the croissant.
Azriel just sighed and dug his hand into the paper sack to pull out my 4th pastry.
Ever since then his shadows seemed to follow you everywhere.
If you dropped something? The shadows would pick it up.
If you had troubles walking? there was always a dark mass helping you to the bathroom for the 10th time that day.
Every time the baby kicked? The shadows swirled around you to make sure you were okay.
And boy did that baby kick...
Cassian was the first to feel it.
It was a rainy night at home, Cassian was sleeping next to your belly whispering sweet nothings to it when it happened. He nearly jumped out of his skin, and you nearly did too from the pain.
"Ahh!" you hissed in pain.
"Darling what is it? Are you hurt?" Rhys fussed, leaving his desk to be there in an instant.
"What did you do?" Azriel growled at Cassian who was still staring wide eyed at your bump.
"I'm fine he didn't do anything. The baby is just kicking." I grit out feeling another thump.
I blindly reach out and grab one of my mates hands and press it to my stomach.
I watched as the scarred hand flinched at the kick.
"Oh my god I can feel it," Azriel beamed, his eyes glassing over.
"Move I want to feel," Rhys ordered
Azriel was too hypotized to care.
"I am your High Lord, move" Rhys ordered once more and I swear the room shook.
"I'm getting kinda tired of that phrase too aren't you Cass?" Azriel rolled his eyes.
"Yeah she's our mate too," cassian grumbled.
They spent the night taking turns getting to feel the baby which became a nightly occurrence.
Out of all your mates Rhys was the most doting. He had an entire wing built onto the townhouse for the baby.
He even used his magic to enchant the ceiling of the nursery to look like the night sky so it would be starfall in there every night.
Rhys didn't like to admit it, but he loved baby shopping with you.
"Oh Rhys look at this one can we get it?" you smile holding up a little onesie.
"Yes darling of course," he chuckled in amusement, he had probably heard that phrase a million times.
Your eyes scanned the shop of onesies and cribs, you already nearly everything in the store. But the shop owner always made sure to let you know when there was a new shipment as she knew Rhys would buy his pregnant mate just about anything she asked for.
"Oh my god Rhys please the baby is going to need this," I shout holding up the bat plushy. "Please, please, please, pleaseeeee"
Rhys laughs walking over to me to take my hands in his.
"Darling how many times do I have to tell you? You can have whatever you want." he smiles placing a hand on my bump and pressing a kiss to my forehead.
Fae labor was no joke, there wasn't a single aspect that didn't hurt like hell.
Rhys didn't send Cassian or Azriel away on any missions in the weeks leading up to your due date so they could be there.
Your water broke when you were standing in the kitchen reaching for a glass on the top shelf.
The scream you let out is enough to have Cassian running in from the other room.
"What is it princess? Are you okay?" He asked kneeling down to where I sat on the floor.
"The baby is coming," I winced through the pain, taking Cassian's hand in mine and squeezing with all my might.
That was the good thing about having big, strong Illyrian's as mates. They were fucking durable.
"oh shit," Cassain murmered his eyes searching for some kind of answer of what to do. "RHYS! AZRIEL! THE BABY IS COMING!"
My other two mates winnowed there are lighting speed from where ever they were in the house.
It wasn't long until Rhys had me in his arms winnowing us all to Madja.
"Help her please," he pleaded, my cries of pain clearly affecting him.
Madja had Rhys bring me into the birthing suite and lay me down. I could see the worry on all my mates eyes as they watched me write in pain, sweat grazing my brow.
"How can we help?" Azriel pleaded.
"You can't, you must leave us to work," she said referring to the other healers already pressing cold towels to my face.
"Over my dead body do I leave her side right now," Cassian grumbled.
"Do you want her to die? You'll only be in the way general. Use your head." she argued ushering them out and locking the doors.
The hours in between the closing of the doors and finally giving birth were brutal, not only for yo but for your mates.
They sat outside the door and listened to your screams the entire time.
Azriel nearly ripped his hair out from the sounds of them.
They nearly jumped to their feet at the sound of a baby crying from inside.
But then they heard you a screaming again.
Any happiness died out.
After a few minutes they heard the baby crying again and your screams stopped.
15 minutes later Madja came out holding not one but two small bundles in her arms.
"congratulations, you are the proud fathers of two healthy baby boys," she beamed.
Twins
Rhys and Cassian took the twin boys in their arms, as Azriel was too scared to touch them at first.
"They have wings," Cassian beamed running his hand over the tiny wings.
"Is she?" Rhys asked Madja.
"The mother is perfectly healthy. She needs to nurse the babies, but she insisted that I bring them to you first." Madja smiled.
"can we see her?" Azriel asked.
"Of course you can," Madja said.
The boys carried the twin babies in to see you once more.
You reached out your hands for the one in Rhys arms, the oldest, by a few minutes. He gave him to you and thankfully he latched right away.
"You did so well mate," Azriel said placing a kiss on your forehead.
"How did you boys manage to put twins in me on the first try?" You rasped out, voice still horse.
"If you recall it was no small feat," Cassain smiled.
After feeding them both you slept soundly.
While Cassain and Rhys might've been the first to hold your sons, Azriel was the first one to fall asleep with them. One in each arm.
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martian-astro · 3 days
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Solar return observations
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(the artist is @eb_hua on twitter)
Saturn in 10th is a frustrating placement (my mom had it last year and basically with this you feel financially helpless, you keep on trying and trying but nothing works, but the good thing is that 2-3 months before your next birthday, you're gonna hit the jackpot, so don't worry too much) (my sister also has it this year)
I have noticed that in every solar return chart that I've looked at, the chiron was in conjunction with the north node and it has happened way too many times for me to call it a coincidence. (do you have it as well, let me know) (according to my observations, the house that it's in represents the area where you'll experience pain but also by the end of the year, you're gonna be able to deal with the themes of that house in a better way, am I making sense??) just let me know if you have any questions about this placement, I think it's very common
The year in which you have a gemini AC, you will focus a lot on building your professional network, a lot of communication, short distance travel and improving your relationship with your siblings, if you have any. (my sister has it this year and her master's will end on 29th April, she has applied to many places for a job and she's also coming to visit me, I'M GOING TO MEET HER AFTER 5 FUCKING YEARS😁😁)
Mars in 12th indicates a low libido, a very exhausting year in general, if you also have sun in 1st then... It can be pretty bad (it's like you KNOW that you need to stop procrastinating, but you really can't help it, so you look calm on the outside but your brain is like AKDHSGHSKGSKJDJK)
Jupiter in 10th in aries is a REALLY GOOD placement. (you get the courage to go after what you want, especially in terms of career) and if Jupiter is Trine/sextile with saturn, then it's even better
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Uranus in 5th can mean having flings with people that are not your usual type. (one of my friends came to Italy this year, and the first thing she did was hook up with an Italian guy 😭😭, she's Indian)
Aries in 2nd is an impulsive shopping placement (if you have it and you think you need something, you don't) (one of my friends had this last year and he bought a hat for €150...... Yeah. He has saturn in 2nd this year and he's finally facing the consequences of his actions)
I know that saturn in 8th is associated with difficulties in sex and intimacy but there's another side to it (a lot of my friends have had this, and they became really mature about sexual matters, like if they were previously very into the hook up culture then that year they were more cautious and had this "I'm going to have sex with the person who I genuinely like or love" mentality)
This is very shocking but I looked at the solar returns of all the married couples I know and the year in which they got married, NONE OF THEM had a 7th house stellium 💀💀. For men, I didn't notice a pattern, but for women, 90% of them had Venus positively aspecting saturn (mostly, Trine and sextile but 2 had a conjunction)
My favorite solar return placement has to be mercury conjunct Jupiter, if its happening in capricorn or virgo, then you're really precise and direct with your words, a very leader type aura for that year. If it's in libra, then good for flirting and talking to your crush, there's a high chance they'll fall for your charms. If it's in pisces, then it's your sign to start a cult.
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inspired by rafayel's when light falls memory.
cw: fluff, bratty raf, temporary blindness
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When he stumbles into the room, you're on your feet immediately, staring furiously.
"Rafayel."
"Hey, no, you can't be mad." He points in the direction of your voice, and he's slightly off, which only makes you angrier. "If you think about it, this is your fault."
"Rafayel!"
"You sound so pretty when you say my name like that. Say it again?"
It had been on the tip of your tongue, but at his words you swallow the third utterance, merely glaring with a look that would make him shudder if he could see it.
If he didn't, y'know, blind himself again.
"Hmm, does the opposite effect work on you? Let's see. Don't kiss me. Don't get me food because I'm not hungry. Don't take me to bed and lay me down and push my shirt up and ogle me, I'd hate that."
"You're not funny," you snap at him, walking up and snatching his palm. Despite your obvious anger, Rafayel lets out a soft breath of relief at your touch, and doesn't protest a bit as you guide him to sit on the couch. When he'd told you he'd meet you here, you didn't suspect anything. When he said Thomas would be dropping him off, a bead of nervousness had build up inside you. And when Thomas texted you a simple apology text, you'd feared the worst.
He always does this. This is the third time it's happened since you've known him. Each time he cheerily tells you that the doctor has warned him it could be permanent if he keeps being so reckless. And each time, Rafayel ignores that advice completely and stays up another forty-eight hours to paint.
When he's seated, he sighs happily, tugging you close and tucking himself into your chest. "You smell good."
"Shut up. Do you even register how dangerous this is?"
"Mmhm." You see his lips curve into a smile. "Maybe this'll be the time it sticks."
Placing your fingers against his forehead, you push him back and he whines, slouching with a pout on his face. You don't dignify his hypothetical with an answer, stomping away—loud enough that he can hear your displeasure—to take a wrapped sandwich from the picnic basket you'd brought over.
Rafayel's brows furrow when you drop it in his hands, and he has to fiddle a bit before he can take the foil off. Cautiously, he takes a bite, knowing better than to ask you before eating if you're trying to poison him or not (your answer will always be a deadpan yes), and moans a little when the flavor hits.
"This is so good. Did you make this?"
You sit down a foot away from him, crossing one leg over the other and staring stoically at the wall in front of you. "I did. For a date."
Out of the corner of your eye, you see his eyes widen, as though he's finally realizing how much trouble he's in. Abandoning the sandwich on the couch, he extends his hand out for you, finding your face first before he wraps his hand around your arm.
"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. You put all this effort in and I—"
"Completely ruined our plans by showing up without your eyesight? Yes. You did."
"I'm sorry," he says again, pulling at you a little. You acquiesce, if only because the sight of him reaching for you makes you feel slightly bad. He pulls you into his chest this time, hiding his face in your hair as he murmur out apologies.
That's the thing with Rafayel. He can tease and poke and prod all he wants, but the second he actually feels something, he makes it blatantly clear. The guilt is practically dripping off him in waves.
"I'm not mad." You hold both his hands in yours, kissing his knuckles like they're precious—because to you, they are. "At least, not about the date. I am mad that you keep doing this to yourself even though it's bad for you."
His hands squeeze yours, and his blank eyes fill with an emotion you're not even sure he realizes he's expressing. "I told you, s'your fault. I was up three nights in a row working on something you inspired."
"Right." Shifting so that you can kiss the top of his head, you mumble, "So what I'm hearing is I should break up with you and then you'll be absolutely fine."
For a few seconds, Rafayel doesn't say anything, and you become concerned he thinks you're serious. But then he presses into you more, lips grazing against your collarbone.
"That'd be even worse."
"Oh, really?" You run a hand through his hair. "How so?"
"Heartbreak is amazing for creativity. I wouldn't sleep for weeks. Even after my eyesight was gone, I'd just keep paining...and painting...and painting..."
"Okay, okay, I get it." Kicking your feet out, you lay down, pulling him down on top of you. Rafayel sighs, one arm sliding around you as he tucks his face into your neck.
"You really do smell good."
"Please stop doing this to yourself. I'm genuinely asking you, Raf, I'm begging you to just let the inspiration stew—call me if you can't settle and I'll help. But stop it with these all nighters."
His fingers find yours, and he holds your hand against his chest tightly. "Okay," he whispers, "okay."
You don't push it further. If he's agreed, then he'll stick to his word, you know that. You'd feel guilty, at how much he bends to your every request despite the complaints, but it's not like you're trying to get him to buy you a diamond ring (and Rafayel would, should you so much as glance at one). You're making him promise for his own benefit.
"Even if I did lose my eyesight, I'd still remember how you look, y'know." He brushes his lips against a nearly faded hickey on your neck, pressing a soft kiss there. It's incredibly impressive that even without seeing, he knows exactly where his marks on you are. "Wouldn't stop calling you beautiful—promise."
A gentle hum escapes you. "I know. Believe it or not, my ego isn't what I'm worried about."
He laughs quietly, reaching down to kiss your chest before pressing closer to you, listening to your heartbeat with his eyes closed. "Yeah, you're worried about me. That's so embarrassing, you have a crush on me?"
"I'm in love with you," you respond, and predictably, his ears turn scarlet at your open words and he groans, fingers clutching your shirt as he wallows. "Don't dish out what you can't take, honey."
"You're so mean," Rafayel whispers, "stay with me?"
What a pain in the ass. But he's your pain in the ass, and you wouldn't have it any other way. "M'not going anywhere."
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mitch-the-silly · 2 days
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VOX PART 2 AAAAAAA
Alright y'all, I locked in today, so it's time to get fed! Flock around!
Vox x fem!reader
Angst!!!
"Can't Seem to Hold Me, Can't Seem to Let Him Go" Pt.2
Part 1
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The moving truck pulled up to the V-Tower’s parking, you hugged your torso as you saw them go inside your shared room with Vox. You were taking your dresser and your clothes, your nightstand and your lamp. You were done with this. He’d refuted you and put you at the bottom of his priority list. It was despicable and you hated the very notion of him right now. After all the time you two spent together…  
You wiped a few tears off your face as you called a Taxi driving off to your new apartment. Vox wasn’t watching you right now, he was sure to be watching Alastor. So you fled to your newly acquired studio apartment. The only thing in the small living space was your mattress, the fridge, and the stove. It looked quite barren, but it was a start. You knew you meant nothing to Vox at this point, so despite the cramped space you were to live in now, distancing yourself from him was going to be a new beginning for you. A chapter of your life in which you didn’t depend on Vox. And while it may hurt you now, you knew that it would eventually fade… right?
However, your departure from the V-Tower wasn’t quite unnoticed. Despite Alastor occupying most of his attention, there came a time in which Vox HAD to sleep. Thus prompting him to go to his room. Of course, he expected you to be there. Yeah, he’d yelled at you today, but you couldn’t be too mad. Nothing an apology couldn’t fix. 
He opened the door to your shared bungalow suite, calling out to you nonchalantly, “Hey babe, I’m done with work for today. You want to… watch a movie or something, I don’t know.” He shrugged walking into the suite bedroom. The second he opened the door, he paused. 
Some furniture was missing. Your nightstand was gone and a painting he’d bought you for your birthday was taken off the wall too, nowhere to be seen. This could not be. What the hell happened to you? He ran towards your closet; it was empty. 
Fuck.
You weren’t kidnapped or anything, you left willingly. 
No no no no. Not now. Not now. This wasn’t possible. The only person who so adoringly loved him was gone. At the cusp of his rivalry with Alastor. The love and validation he solely craved, the very little he had… no, the abundance he had which he was absolutely oblivious to. 
What had he done to make her THIS mad at him?
Fuck… That thing she asked him… She’d asked him if she was important to him and instead of replying to her properly… no, why had he done that? Well… he knew why. Alastor. He wasn’t really ready (and shit, he might never be) to truly delve into why Alastor made him too erratic aside from the obvious rivalry. 
Regardless of all of this, he couldn’t stand the thought of having driven you away. He took the first object he saw and slammed it into the wall. He didn’t know what it was he’d picked up until he heard the shattering of ceramic. It was a mug you’d picked out for him. He’d left it on his nightstand the night before after drinking a cup of tea. He looked down at it, the little red letters on the now shattered navy blue mug made his livid expression rapidly morph into a self-loathing frown.
He had to find her. Now. 
He zapped out of the room, checking cameras, asking around, stopping every sinner in his building for information. And, desperate for an answer, he even recurred to his fellow Vees. First asking Velvette, who somehow had no answer to give him.
Last resort: Valentino. Vox was more than hesitant to ask Valentino of all people about your whereabouts because if he knew he wouldn’t tell him and of course, if he didn’t he obviously would have nothing today, but Vox wasn’t going to pass up a possible lead on finding you. So he stormed into Valetino’s tower, slamming the door open, not even waiting for the girls at his door to open it for him. Upon doing this, Vox was met with an annoyed, nasty look from Valentino.
“The fuck, Vox? What’s up your ass today?... Because it could be me but your little girlfriend wouldn’t like that, obviously.” Val sighed, rolling his eyes. He was watching something on his TV, not wanting to look away because of how invested he was in it (or maybe because he already couldn’t see the screen, so he had to work extra hard to even know who was talking to whom). 
“Real funny Val; where is she? Have you seen her?” Vox asked, ignoring his vulgar comment, hoping to seem like he still had some sort of composure. 
“Oh, she’s not in your bed right now? Are you really here looking for the little slut?” Valentino chuckled, turning towards him.
“D̵o̴n̶'̸t̶ ̵y̴o̴u̷ ̸f̵u̵c̴k̶i̵n̶g̴ ̶c̴a̴l̶l̵ ̶h̸e̵r̶ ̴t̴h̷a̴t̸,̶ ̴I̵'̶m̸ ̵n̷o̴t̶ ̷i̷n̴ ̶t̸h̸e̵ ̵d̵a̶m̴n̷ ̷m̶o̸o̵d̶.” Vox spat back, his patience waning quickly and his voice crackling in annoyance. 
Valentino scrunched up his face in offense, “Shit, fine! Ugh… last I saw her, she got in a Taxi. I thought she had some errand to run. Now get the fuck out of here, you’re killing my fucking vibe.” Valentino huffed, turning back to his program.
Vox wasted no time zapping out of the tower, as Valentino called out, “Have fun chasing your bitch!” Much to his benefit, Vox was already gone when he said this.
He zapped from camera to camera, looking through each for a millisecond. He had millions of cameras and he had to move fast. And this he did! Eventually catching a glimpse of a feature that identified you. He remained there in front of the camera where he’d last seen you. However, unluckily for him, the camera was in a hallway and he had no access to the room behind those doors.
He knocked on the door gently, adjusting his collar and manifesting a bouquet of flowers into exitance and into his hands. He gave the closed door his widest smile, hoping to do the same to your face.
“Coming!” You called out from the other side of the door, unaware of who was behind it. You would be privy to who was knocking on your door, however, the second you looked into the peephole. 
You opened the door, looking Vox up and down, “There is no fucking way in Hell.” You scoffed.
“Babe… hey…” He mumbled, his smile weakening a bit.
“Yeah no, drop the bit. Get the fuck out of here, my place in your priority list was left very clear this morning. You don’t even deserve a breakup text, go away.” You huffed, turning around and attempting to close the door behind you. However, the attempt failed due to Vox sticking his foot between the doorframe and the door itself. 
“Sweetheart, come on! I’m sorry! It wasn’t that big of a deal, let’s just-”
“It wasn’t that big of a deal!? VOX. I asked you if I was important to you and you replied with ‘Alastor is more important.’!” You yelled at him, outraged at his comment.
“Actually, I said ‘Alastor is important to me right now.’ ” Vox corrected, which did not really help his case.
“Are you fucking serious right now?! That’s pretty much the same thing?! Who the fuck responds to that question with that sort of answer!?” You spat back.
“Come onnnn! You can’t hate me that much over it, I didn’t mean, I was just… busy…” Vox explained; a half-assed explanation in your opinion. 
“Vox, you little shit, you’ve been, ‘busy’ for months now! Too busy in fact that you missed MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY WEEKS AGO! And here I am like an idiot thinking, ‘Oh, he’s probably really stressed! Lemme hop off his dick and not get on him because he’s gonna feel bad.’ BUT NOOOO! APPARENTLY ALASTOR IS MORE FUCKING IMPORTANT TO YOU!” You cried out, tears welling up in your eyes as you hit him out of the pure frustration seeping out from you. 
Vox took the hits; he deserved them. How could he have forgotten? This is why you responded this way. “I’m so sorry baby… I… you’re not gonna believe me but I did genuinely forget about what days have passed…”
“Fuck if I care, you already fucked up.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him.
“NO BABE! Please… just… I can’t lose you, please, I fucked up, I’ll fix it! What do you want? I- I- have my wallet here, here’s my card! You can get whatever you want! It’s on me!” He insisted, one rejection away from physically groveling at your feet.
Rejection which you’d sure give him. “Are you trying to buy me back?!” You replied, stepping back away from him.
“No no no! That’s not it! I just- W-what else can I do? No no, what do you want me to do?” He asked, getting on his knees in front of you. Claws dug into the floor as he looked up at you in emotional agony.
“I want you to get the fuck out of here.” You spoke. Nice and simple.
“NO! Please! Baby! You gotta give me a chance! I’ll fix anything you ask me to! I’ll take you everywhere with me if you need me to! Please! I’ll treat you like the goddess you are! Just… don’t leave me… please…” He begged the flowers in his hand already disheveled and lacking petals. He seemed… genuinely afraid of receiving no as an answer to this question. It sort of pained you.
You looked back at him, hesitant to speak again, “Are you… are you lying to me?”
“Of course not! You name it, I’ll do it! I just… don't ask m why but I just can’t stand the thought of fucking losing you…” Vox replied, still begging on his knees for your return.
You groaned, giving him a look of pity, he… he was insecure… this was the version of him where you could see under all his masks… “Fine… I’ll go back. But just know that if you play some shit like this again I’m NOT taking you back. I don’t give a shit how hard you beg.” You replied, taking the bouquet of flowers from his hands. 
You looked at them, and despite them being all beat up, they were beautiful…
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mycheersricochet · 1 day
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Treat You Better | Hook
Hockeyplayer!Hook x reader
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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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psychokatrixxxy · 16 hours
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So I just had a small realization.
TW: Very rough description of autopsy procedures and handling of a corpse.
I haven't done much research so I could be getting somethings wrong, so if you are a medical examiner/mortician and you want to correct something, go ahead, I'd be up to learn more about autopsies just for curiosity sake.
So we all know when Jason came back to life he crawled out of his grave, which is already a horrible. But something I only just thought about is how, when he first came back in that coffin, he wouldn't be able to open his eyes or mouth.
Depending on the protocol for autopsies in Gotham, his eyes could be glued shut or held shut with contact like things that have tiny spikes that dig into the eyelid keeping it in place.
And as for his mouth, again this depends on what exactly the medical examiner that handled Jason's autopsy does because there are a few ways to keep a deceased person's mouth shut post-mortem. One is to sew the mouth closed, another is by using a special mouthguard that contains tiny spikes on the outer surface that keeps the mouth closed permanently....
So yeah, I realized all this and felt really sad because Jason has already gone through so much, and adding these small details build an even bigger picture of just how traumatizing it would be.
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indydonuts · 3 days
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Ideal partner for Sanji?💚
Hi Anon! Sorry it took a minute to answer your ask buuuuut, I've been thinking about this one for a good chunk of the day.
First, we're gonna go with an afab/female partner because that's what I default to.
Second, I like relationships that play off each other's strengths and weaknesses, so we're gonna start with some of Sanji's flaws.
Two things we know about our sweet prince are: he wants to be the white knight/hero who saves the girl, and he bases his self-worth entirely on how useful he can be. Even his fantasy about saving the girl, is rooted in his need to be useful (save the girl) to be valuable (read:loved.)
Sanji wants someone to protect and dote on, but what he needs is someone who teaches him that he doesn't have to constantly prove himself. Simply existing is enough to receive love and affection. (He's kenough.)
To me, an ideal partner for Sanji would be someone who is capable and independent. They do not need (or want) him to get all their snacks and drinks and wait on them hand and foot.
It's going to throw him for a loop at first. He probably is going to think they hate him, but I think ultimately it will force him to be a bit more open and sincere. (Not that his desire to help others is insincere, but with women especially, he uses it to hide all his insecurities and perceived flaws.)
Now, to reader's flaws. Again, someone who is independent and capable, but in addition to that, they would be the kind of person who keeps others at arms length and has a huge need to prove themselves all the time. They've been deeply hurt before and closed themselves off from others in order to prevent it from happening again. In response to this, they feel like they have to be able to do every little thing. Asking for help is not an option. Help leads to reliance, which leads to complacency, which leads to dead.
Ironically, deep down, they both have the same fear, being unlovable. It just manifested in very different ways.
So, how do they help each other grow? By tempering each other's shortcomings with their own. They start as opposites and end up balancing each other out. Reader's refusal of his help will slowly morph into conversations about how it's okay to say no.
I've always had this headcanon that Nami takes advantage of Sanji's willingness to do anything he's ask. I know it's part of the womanizing gag and I don't think Nami is intentionally malicious about it either, but at some point Sanji would learn to say, "Can you give me a few minutes?" or "I'm so sorry Nami-swan, I'm just too busy right now."
On the flip side, Sanji would slowly wear the Reader down when it comes to accepting help. It starts when he stops trying to wait on her hand and foot and turns into genuine talks about being part of a crew, the need to work together, etc. There is probably a close call in a fight or something where she really needed a hand but was too stubborn to ask for it and Sanji gets mad because she or some others got hurt.
Last thing, I think it would be more fun to have a tomboyish reader instead of a more feminine one. On one hand I think it will blow Sanji out of the water when she does dress up and I also think there's room to play with a reader who is insecure a out her appearance and Sanji can build her up.
Anyway, this turned into more of a character analysis than I intended and might not be what you had in mind, but I appreciate the ask all the same!!
TL;DR: Sanji needs a girl who is just as resistant to asking for help as he is willing to give it and only then can they both learn to chill the fuck out and be okay with themselves and their needs.
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nyoomiin · 20 hours
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roommates: part four.
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your new roommate is... odd, and recently, so are your dreams. still, despite the secrecy, the mystery, and his ice cold exterior, you have the feeling you'd waltz right into love with him. (maybe you already have before.)
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pairing. scaramouche x gn!reader
tags. no warnings, slice of life, fluff, slowburn, friends to lovers, reincarnation au, post irminsul erasure
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Your roommate had changed.
It was a change so minute that you had barely noticed, yet it was there. It was in the way he looked at you, you think. In the way he no longer avoided your eye, and in the way he’d respond to your smile. Well, honestly, he always had that little frown on his face, and his words were always sharp, but still, it was a start.
This was… certainly an interesting development.
See, when you had posted that commission in search of someone who'd loan you some aid, you did not expect that person to be the Traveller. As in the guy who’s taken Teyvat by storm, solving crisis over crisis from nation to nation. As in the guy who's got a title in just about every nation he's visited. That guy.
“Thank you for accepting my commission!” you tell him brightly, because what else were you supposed to say? At the very least, you were sure the job would be well done. “I'll make sure the compensation is worth your while.”
Paimon brightens immediately. “What do you need us for?”
You hand the Traveller the list of fabrics and other materials you need. “Could you get me everything on the list? These aren't the materials I usually buy, so I have no idea which ones are of good quality. Or even how or where to get them.”
“All these are… Inazuman?” Paimon says, curious. “What do you need them for?”
You nod, grinning. “My roommate's from Inazuma — well, he looks like he does… I wanted to make a traditional set of Inazuman clothes for him.”
It would match the shawl you had made for him perfectly. He'd look angelic, you muse, dressed in white and blue.
You'd pay to see the sight, really. You hadn't spent all that time designing and researching and sewing just to see his pretty face be wasted on those boring ass clothes he had on. Seriously, was that the only set of clothes he had or what?
“That's so sweet!” she gushes.
The Traveller pockets the list. “I'll be back by the end of today.”
“Damn, that's really quick. Thank you!”
You have to tell Alhaitham about this.
“He was so pretty, I swear, why aren’t isn't there anyone talking about how insanely gorgeous the Traveller is?” 
Both his hair and eyes were of shimmering gold, not to mention his lean build and rosy skin… You hadn't registered it then, with the legendary Traveller in front of your very eyes, but thinking back on the encounter… damn. You want to make something for him too. Or maybe a little cape and dress for Paimon?
Alhaitham sighs. “Please, try not to get too far ahead of yourself.”
“Easy for you to say. Hmph.” You cross your arms in faux anger, turning your nose up at him. “I can't believe you didn't tell me the Traveller looked like that.”
“You seem quite taken with the Traveller. Does this indicate that you have finally gotten over your infatuation with your roommate?”
You squawk, gasping in indignation and utter betrayal. “Never! Do you think so little of me?”
… He just stares.
“And I don't have a crush on him,” you finish, protesting weakly. “He just seems interesting.”
Even you find it hard to believe yourself.
(He's walking down the streets when a particular store catches his eye.
Little trinkets are laid out on the tables, from keychains to bracelets and the like — but it's the wood carvings that he narrows in on. They're tiny, no bigger than the palm of his hand, and no heavier than a small stone. He picks up the carving of a bunny, inspecting it.
You had always liked bunnies, he remembers. Especially the ones white as snow, and the ones black as night. He wonders if you like them still.
“Would you like that one? It's a thousand and three hundred mora,” the shopkeeper says. “Very cheap for a handmade carving.”
He pauses. Just what was he doing? 
Nothing good would come out of being involved with you yet again, that he knew. No, nothing good ever came out of associating with mortals in general — and that had been a harsh lesson learnt. 
… But ‘Scaramouche’ was no more, and gone was everything that had happened with him too. He was, by right, no one at all.
Him interacting with you — a human who had never known ‘Scaramouche’, a stranger of a person he had simply come to share an apartment with — surely that was alright?
Oh how far has he fallen, to be bargaining with himself like this. He tosses a bag full of mora onto the counter.
“Keep the change.”)
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miniversse · 15 hours
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⭑ “fight my urge” ⭑
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⭑ seungmin x female reader
⭑ content includes: sex, oral (m receiving), choking, releasing, swallowing, degrading (slut), use of “daddy”, pet names (baby, babe), light reference of masturbation, non-idol seungmin, non-idol reader, established relationship
⭑ note: if you want to jump to the nsfw content, i have placed a dash indicating the beginning of it, but the build up is worth it!
⭑ minors dni
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the clock ticked past 02:00am, and you aimlessly scrolled through the channels on tv, looking for something to pass the time until seungmin would be home. your phone illuminates the dimly lit living room with an anticipated notification:
“someone is at your front door!”
you pace to the door, swinging it wide open. your loving boyfriend was finally back home after 2 weeks of being away from you on business trips. your hands wrap around him tightly, not bothering to look at his face or help him with carrying his luggage inside. he’s home.
“baby, i missed you so much” you said, trying to contain your tears.
“mm baby, i missed you too”. he places a kiss on the top of your forehead and moves your hair away to finally look into your eyes and dimly lit face.
you help him move his bag into the living room as he heads to your shared bedroom to unwind. his eyes were fighting to keep open as he rolls his sleeves up and takes his watch off to place on the bedside table. you watch his movement from the doorway. after being far away from him for so long, every action he does makes you want to jump and melt in his arms.
“i’m gonna take a quick shower baby, ok?”
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you felt now would be the best time to address the kaleidoscope in your stomach to him. you approach him slowly, noticing how he scans you from head to toe. you knew he wanted this as much as you did, and it would only take you a bit of convincing to end the day breathless, by his side. your hands caress his clothed arm up and down, and your lips find way to his. you didn’t move, but you let your lips rest on his.
“i really fucking miss you seungmin, you’ve never left me for this long” as much as you knew this would convince him, you truly meant what you said.
he grabs your waist and reduces the distance between you and him. only a few pieces of fabric stopping you from fusing with him. his lips begin to move, grabbing at your bottom lip and pulling you closer to him. he begins to kiss you slowly, cherishing every moment.
“i’m sorry baby, i’m sorry” his eyes remained closed. shit, you realize the opposite is soon to happen. any minute now and he could fall sound asleep holding you.
your fingers trace from his neck to his collar and to the first button, you slowly undo it while he bites and pulls and sucks at your lips. by the time your lips have swollen, his shirt was unbutttoned and your hands frantically moved around his torso, trying to create any sort of friction with him. you felt his member harden against your thigh.
“y-y/n, I don’t know if i can keep up. i feel exhausted”
“that sucks baby, but you’ll have to fight my urge” you smile and let your hand rest on his shoulder. he knows this is a losing game, and you’ll do anything to make love with him tonight, today.
“it’s either i fuck you or fight you?” he laughs at the choices you provided him. his hands sneak under your shirt and he plays with the straps of your bra, hinting at which choice he must’ve decided on. he moves to sit at the edge of the bed, shirt still unbuttoned and pants fighting for their place. his sleepy eyes dart up at you.
“ill fuck you then”
seungmin was wrapped around your fingertips, and he was well aware of that. he pulls your shorts down, moving his body down alongside his hands. this moment was all you could wait for. the room was dark, his face was coated with a thin layer of sweat and his torso came to tower over yours. his eyes were so dreamy that if you looked for too long, you’d fall asleep.
“since you’re so desperate, you’ll have to stay up for the whole thing. you hear me?”
“i hear you”
he may be an asshole sometimes, but he was hungry for you too, and badly wanted to be inside you. he bites at the hem of your underwear and bites your skin along with it, surely to mark for a day or two. his fingers unclasp your bra with no struggle and let it end up on the floor alongside his underwear. your breath became heavy and so did his. his tip nudges your wet folds and your mind instantly turns foggy. you could hear him grunt too and you began to realize how much his distance impacted you both.
“you haven’t touched yourself without me here, right?” he says, panting
“n-no”
just before you could purse your lips to let out the “o” in “no”, he slams his long, heavy cock into your vagina. everything in you jolts in shock. your back is arched, your head is facing the headboard, your mouth is gaped open and your hands are grabbing onto his wrists. he continues slamming into you and letting the sounds of his love making echo in the room. you move your head down to watch his breathtaking performance, only to find out he was doing the same. he lets out a series of groans and whimpers, and you had to keep your mouth shut to hear his beautiful struggles.
“f-fuck y/n, i-im about to come.”
“m-mhm baby, m-me too”
he lowers his face to linger over yours. expecting a kiss, he lowers his face down to your nipples, and lets his tongue glide over them aimlessly. your body was soon to give in and so was his, but he kept pushing into you until the very end. his head falls between your head and shoulders, and he lets out pussy-throbbing moans. you whimpered endlessly, until you’re body was able to recover from the climax he made you reach.
he pulls his cock out and watched your vagina spill from your combined releases. he laughs between his panting, driving his hand from your stomach to your neck. he tightens his grip enough to alarm you.
“daddy’s slut aren’t you?”
“mhm. yes yes yes”
he tightens his grip further and raises his head to intimidate you, but it only made your pussy throb more.
“yes what, baby? you’re what?”
“i’m your slut, d-daddy’s slut”
“yeah, daddy’s slut” he smirks and lets his grip loosen, falling on the mattress next to you.
your body sinks into the mattress without seungmins grip on your body. the ceiling comes back into image. your breathing slows down and you turn to observe his flushed face. his eyes were no longer droopy, but they were sharp and piercing. you knew it meant one thing and one thing only.
his eyes roll to the back of his head as you lick around his sore tip. it was still coated with both your releases and his cock pulsated in your mouth. he grips the back of your head, and guides your head down his long, thick member. it was hard to keep up with his needs, but you tried, bobbing your head up and down, reaching the bottom, choking and coming back up to let your hands rub the mixture of your releases and saliva. his chest began to rise higher, and his grip on your head tightened.
“k-keep going. fucking hell.”
his adams apple throbbed and was covered with sweat droplets. you did as he told you, moving faster and taking his length whole, you’re moans vibrating through his cock. his release came not too long after, and your mouth was overflowing with his bittersweet cum.
“swallow baby, s-swallow for me”
you obeyed, and scraped the release on the corners of your mouth and licked it off. his jaw dropped at the scene, and he let out a satisfied sigh.
you laid your head on his torso, listening to his heart beat as he slumbered. your fingers traced the crease of his groin while you too, fell asleep in his loving presence.
he truly couldn’t fight your urge.
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m0nsterqzzz · 2 days
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Valentine
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pairing: Clarisse La Rue x reader
summary: Clarisse blinked and suddenly she had you as a Valentine
content: clarisse being a love sick foul. thats it. thats the entire fic
a/n: recently started listening to Laufey and I have like TEN different fic ideas nowwwww ahhhhhh. this is really short but idk i kinda like it. idkkkkkkk. ahhhh. anyway, love yall.
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Clarisse has a problem.
It's not like a, "I just killed some Dionysus kid with my spear" type problem, but it's a problem nonetheless.
When she was a kid, the daughter of Ares hated affection. Even when her own mother would try and hug her, it just made her feel crowded and trapped. She'd avoid it at any costs, which is why now in her teenage years at camp half blood, she's never had a relationship.
That's usually been okay. She's always preferred glory or love. But right now, as she clings to you like a koala bear while you read your book in her bed, she finds herself questioning it.
This is the problem.
She’s never craved affection the way she does with you. When you hug her or wrap your arms around her waist from behind, she doesn’t feel trapped or crowded the way she does with everyone else. She feels safe and warm. 
Something is wrong with her.
It only dawned on her when she was sitting on the beach with you watching the sunset. The way the golden light looked on your face, it was shining off your already beautiful eyes, and you looked mythical as you turned to cast her a heart stopping smile.
Clarisse La Rue, scary daughter of the god of war, is in love with you.
She panicked, avoiding you for a whole week before she finally came to peace with her feelings. That doesn’t mean she told you, if some of you were expecting that. She loves what friendship you guys have, and she would never want to ruin it by doing something as stupid as telling you about her emotions.
It didn’t help that you were so affectionate though.
So after months of stopping cuddles with the excuse, “It’s getting warm.” or explaining her crimson face after time you congratulate her sword fighting wins with a kiss on the cheek as a reaction to the heat outside, she finally went to the one person she knew could help.
Silena Beauregard, daughter of Aphrodite and expert when it comes to crushes.
“Ask ‘em out.” Was what the girl said, casually brushing out her hair as Clarisse groans into her pillow.
“You don’t get it.” The daughter of Ares says with much annoyance, rolling over on her friend's bed as she holds a stuffed animal close to her chest. “I can’t. I try, but every time I build up the courage to say it, the words get stuck in my throat and I end up looking like a total idiot! I hate it!”
Silena chuckles, joining Clarisse on the bed as she shrugs. “Then die alone I guess. I really don’t know how to help you other than that.”
So….Silena was no help if you didn’t know.
Clarisse has just about given up at this point, instead deciding to just keep dying internally while still being friends with you.
She lasted with this just about four minutes.
“You look pretty.” You had casually said to her while putting on your golden helmet for capture the flag, folding up the sleeves on the flannel you’re wearing- one of hers- as Annabeth shouts out orders.
She’s caught off guard, almost dropping her spear and tripping over a rock. She swallows thickly before she says, “You…you look pretty too.” Silena eyes her with a teasing look from across the clearing, making kissy faces with a smug look. Clarisse doesn’t even know if she gave you a worthy compliment, stuttering out a quick goodbye before she makes her way into the forest to avoid anyone seeing her blush.
After that she manages to keep to herself for about an hour.
She’s running through the forest looking for you after hearing a scream that sounds way too similar to yours, ready to rip the head off of anyone who dared to mess with you. She finds you casually lounging on a rock near the beach, sword discarded on the sand as you talk joyfully with some younger campers. The sound of her erratic breathing alerts you, so you turn around, calming down when you notice it’s her.
“Hey Clar. What’s wro-” You don’t even get to finish before she’s picking you up in her arms, burying her head in the crook of her neck as she grips you as tight as she can without hurting you. You’re confused though you don’t question it, just running a hand through her curly hair as she shakes and slowly calms down.
It’s surprising really. Clarisse hates being affectionate in front of other people, scared of being seen as weak or too emotional. Though right now, she doesn’t seem to care as all the younger campers stare and giggle, just enjoying your embrace as forces down the fear she felt when she thought you were in trouble.
She realizes now that she can’t just keep this secret. She can’t go another minute without you knowing how much she loves you- that she would go to the ends of the earth or fight as many monsters as she needs to just to see your smile.
So for the first time in her life she skips capture the flag, joining the Apollo kids at the arts and crafts table and glaring at anyone who dares to question why she’s here and not out there fighting.
Silena joins her after a while, spending an hour making bracelets and teasing her friend while the daughter of Ares makes the cheesiest sign anyone has ever seen.
You’re lying in bed with a book when someone knocks on your cabin door. You frown in confusion, sure it’s one of your siblings and wondering why they don’t just open it. You call out for the person to come in, but when nothing happens and another knock comes through, you groan and get up to answer it.
The annoyance is immediately gone when you open it to see your best friend, though the confusion is still there as you take in her appearance.
The glittery, pink and red sign that is covered in hearts with the words, “I’ve been struck by cupids arrow. Will you be my Valentine?” is a harsh juxtaposition to the dark clothing on her body and shiny, sharp spear hooked to her back. It’s adorable, really. The way her face scrunches up as she slowly and slowly spirals deeper into the thought that this is the cringiest thing ever done in the history of the planet, the way she shifts from foot to foot as you stare in awe, the way she nervously smiles your way.
“If you hate it, it was Silena’s idea.” She mumbles when you don’t speak for a few seconds.
“And if I love it?” Your words surprise her, but she soon recovers and responds as a grin takes over her face, “Then it was all my idea.”
You nod, gently plucking the flower out of her hand then grabbing the sign so that her hands are free to hug you. She easily does, wrapping her arms securely around your waist as she pulls you as close as possible.
“I blinked and suddenly I had a valentine.” She whispers before leaving a chaste kiss on your forehead.
Clarisse has a problem.
But you are the perfect solution.
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You woke up from your sleep and stretched your body until you finally can get up and went out of the room. You walked to the kitchen and found your boyfriend, Sunoo was cooking fried rice for the breakfast.
"How was your sleep, baby?"
Sunoo asked as he felt you hugged him from behind and snuggled on his body feeling his scent. You nodded lightly and continue hugging him. Both of you stayed like this for couple minutes until Sunoo hold your wrist to let yourself go and asked you to sit on the table.
"Don't forget to eat your medicine, okay?"
Sunoo said as he handled you a pill and a glass of water. It's your daily routine to take consume the pill before you eat. Apparently, it was because an accident you had two years ago and the pill is to reduce your symptoms like nausea, fever and headache. Sunoo always monitor your condition and make sure that you will not skip it.
Sunoo watched you swallowed the pill and pat your head gently. He then brought the fried rice that he cooked to the table so both of you can eat together.
"I need to go out today. Need to buy some groceries. Make sure to not open the door to anyone, okay?"
"Okay!"
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You started to felt bored after an hour Sunoo went out. None of the channels at the TV caught your attention. Usually you will spend your time building blocks but you were too lazy today. You wanted to sleep but suddenly gasped loudly when you heard a loud knock from the front door.
You wanted to open but stopped when you remember Sunoo never knocks since he just need to enter the password to come in. You also don't have neighbour nearby. You flinched again when the second knock came. It was louder this time and the person outside even called your name.
"Y/N! Are you there?! Y/N, open the door. I'm coming to save you!!!"
Save? You were not in danger. What was this person talking about? However, despite feeling confused and curious you started to walk closer towards the door and started to unlock the door. Your curiosity towards the person made you really opened the door despite those warning that your boyfriend gave.
When you opened the door, you were met by unfamiliar man. He was panting like he just ran miles even there is nothing to run from. But before you wanted to ask something to him you were shocked by a sudden gun shot from behind him. You gasped feeling the blood splattered to your face and watched the man in front of you fell down to the floor and you were met by his shooter which was your own boyfriend, Sunoo.
"Fuck man. Why would you come here and disturb us?"
Your boyfriend said as he let down his gun and slowly walked to you. Your nervous started to kick in and made you stepped back when Sunoo became closer to the point you fell down on your butt while your body shaking.
"You okay, baby?"
"I'm....I'm sorry..I- I don't want to open it but I-"
You flinched so hard when your boyfriend make a contact with you. You thought he will hit you when his hand reached your head but instead he pat it.
"I know it's not your fault. If that man didn't knock, you will not open it."
He wiped the blood on your face with a cloth. You were still trembling after what Sunoo done just now. The way he didn't feel bothered is scaring you.
"Please don't kill me."
"Kill? Baby, I love you too much to do that. Let's get you fix, yeah?"
He said before you passed out on his arms.
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You woke up while panting and immediately looked at your surrounding. You were still in yesterday's clothes that you wore when you woke up from bed. You stared to the digital clock and today is Monday. What? Monday? Shouldn't it be Tuesday? Yesterday was Monday but what is this.
What was happening?
Were those are just your dreams?
Fuck, it's just a dream?
"You okay, baby?"
You quickly turned to your boyfriend who just went out from shower. He was drying his hair with a small towel and stared worriedly at you.
"What day is today?"
"It's Monday, silly."
He smiled and started to walk closer. Sunoo fixed the mess on your hair and caressed your cheeks gently.
"Did you have bad dream? You are sweating."
"I- I did."
"Really? What happened in your dream?", Sunoo said as he laying down beside you and hold you closer. His gentle pat on your back really helped you to calm down from the nightmare you had just now.
You became silent at his question. You don't know whether you should tell him the truth or not.
"It was traumatize. I just don't want to talk about it."
Sunoo didn't say anything and pushed your body up so both of you are staring to each other.
"I'm so sorry for you but now I'm here beside you. There's nothing gonna happen as long as I'm with you."
And you finally felt relieved knowing that all of that were just a dream. Of course your sweet lovely boyfriend aren't psycho. He's not like that.
Or was it really just a dream?
Sunoo smirked when he felt you sleep again. Ah, thank god he was quick to call Heeseung and do some hypnosis on you yesterday. He can't believe some people really brave to come here and cause ruckus. You were literally fine living with him.
"Nothing's gonna come between us, baby. I promise you that."
ahahaha how is that? Sunoo on yandere mode is a 🤌🤌🤌🤌
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Fluff, Bakugou x fem reader
Part 6 of Broken Collection
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Some days you wish you had a quirk that let you wander around blindfolded. There was always always always information to be processed, and your eyes didn’t know how to take a day off. They couldn’t help but dart around, catching movements in your peripherals…always always always waiting for something to go wrong. It was your job to make it right again as quickly as possible.
You tried to leave your lids closed a bit longer with every blink, attempting to ease some of the stinging fatigue. Someone nudged you back to the left, away from the street. You mumbled a thanks to the man behind you that was nearly buried in shopping bags that weren’t his.
“Let’s see. Did we need to pick up anything else?” The musicality of Mina’s tone died as she threw a sharper version of it towards the red head. “Like maybe a sofa or a fridge?”
You peeked behind you to see his eyes go wide for a moment before he accepted his fate. You kept the laughter from your voice, not wanting to encourage her.
“Mmm no. I think we’ve got enough sofas and fridges. Could use a new coffee maker though.”
“Not really the weight I was looking for, but sure.”
The sigh of relief from your human shopping cart didn’t go unnoticed. She huffed, before breaking into a smile and pausing at a window.
“Kiri, look at this.”
He was so pleased to be getting a more gentle tone, approaching her without any hesitation. You glanced at the Now Hiring sign she had motioned him towards, and then you realized which building this was. You winced as Kirishima unknowingly moved closer to the main office of one of the more aggressive tabloids in the city.
“What a perfect career change for you.” The words came out with a frightening gentleness that turned his face red.
“Miiiina, it was an accident.”
She skipped back over to you, hooking her arm in yours to drag you to another store. Only one of you looked to see if Kirishima had followed. You let your elbow slide into her ribs.
“Don’t you think you’re being a little hard on him?”
“Definitely not. Boundaries are important. And your dating life-“
“Or lack of,” you amended.
She rolled her eyes, ignoring your interruption. “-is not his to share.”
“I guess so.”
“It is so.” She winked at you before she raised her voice. “And when Red and I break up I expect the same courtesy.”
You winced at the sound of bags hitting the pavement, hoping it wasn’t any of the breakables.
“When???”
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