#the beginning was so perfect but they tried to squeeze the last hour of play into like 20 min and it did not work at all

[macbethz]

did you guys know about this the whole time and not tell me

[snowvies]

Mr. Badgley

Penn Badgley x Fem!Reader

summary: you can't stop thinking about your married piano teacher, Mr. Badgley. and one day he slides under the instrument to show you how much he's been thinking about you too.

wc: 1k

cw: age gap (reader 19, Penn late thirties), cheating, piano teacher x student, pussy eating, fingering, female masturbation

Sundays are your favorite days, especially ones like this when the clouds hang low with a murky swirl in the sky. You're nineteen, and college is kicking your ass but you promised yourself you wouldn't think about the papers due when you're here, at Mr. Badgley's house.

You found his ad on craigslist, piano lessons..fifty bucks an hour you would've scrolled past it until you saw him, and his family. You felt safer in a random man's house when his wife and newborn baby were in the same room with you. So you started going there, ever since your freshman year.

Your raggedy car rolllsss to stop and you get out to see the lonely house, picked apart to be perfect, not a single thing out of place... except yourself.

His wife answers the door a few minutes after knocking, the cold biting your bare legs as you run in for warmth, completely missing her scowl at your lack of kicking the mat with your dirty boots.

Mr. Badgley offers you a warm smile, hair combed perfectly, sweater ironed and pants straight like every weekend. His eyes always look a little empty when you come. His wife jingles her keys around her finger as she readjusts the baby on her hip

"I'm going out, be done when I'm home" the same line. Every week. You smile her way but she doesn't pay mind to it, leaving you and her husband to play. you turn to Mr. Badgley but he's already walking to the connecting living room of the tiny house, sitting on the worn bench as he slides the fallboard up.

You sit next to him as he wears an excited smile, when he's like this, playing with you, it doesn't seem orchestrated by his wife. Every move he makes is analyzed by her, except this. The only reason he's allowed to do this is because they needed the extra money.

"Let's start where we left off last week, yes?" he asked and you nodded, you inhaled the mixture of musk and old books that surrounded the pianist as he began the background cords. his eyes are on you, they shine as his spine relaxes into the music and you begin your part. fingers dancing over keys as you try to remember the pattern

Your eyes squeezed shut once you messed the keys up. He smiles softly and lets a laugh out of his nose at your reaction

"Like this," his larger palm rests on top of yours as he guides your fingers, you nod and try again.

Soon enough an hour passes and you both rise from the bench and you dig into your purse for the fifty bucks you crumpled into it this morning, but, warm hands slide on top of your shoulder and the older man shakes his head.

"No need" he grins and tries to send you off but you insist, grabbing the money but he pushes you out the door.

"I will not have you pay for something that I enjoy just as much, Y/n, have a lovely week" The door softly shuts and you're left stunned.

.

You roll around your dorm bed, restless as the man's words keep ringing in your head. Why didn't he let you pay?

Maybe you're being dramatic. But it isn't like the Badgleys are set either.

You shut your eyes in a huff, suffocating yourself in the pillow under you as you replay the keys in an attempt to lull you asleep

But it isn't just the keys you're thinking about...

It's how his hand guided yours, it's how he looked at you when it was your part to play, it's his scent, it's his being. It's driving you mad.

You arch your back slowly, fingers sliding down your body until you get to your aching core. slick-filled fingers rubbing yourself at the thought of your teacher's hands touching you, grabbing you, loving you.

You moan into the pillow, legs shaking as you cream around your fingers, the thought of him drives you wild.

So just how will you act the next time you see him?

.

Before you know it, it's Sunday and you're back at the Badgleys, with his wife announcing her departure and the formal greetings of you and your teacher, you're back at that bench, side by side.

He starts the cords, and you follow trying to calm your shaking legs as you think about what fueled you that night. You couldn't even look him in the eyes this session.

His hand softly squeezes your bare thigh and you look back at the man.

"You're completely off" he informs you and you don't think your face could get redder.

"I-I'm so sorry...let's try again" you panic but his thumb rubs loving circles on your flesh.

"You usually think the world ends when you mess up, but you kept playing this time, you're mind is somewhere else Ms. Y/n."

"Sorry Mr. Badgley" you murmur

"Talk to me, get it off your chest so we can get back to playing" he smiles and you nod slowly

"...Why didn't you let me pay last time?" you ask, he stops for a moment as the hand on your thigh now rests on his face as he thinks for a moment.

"I just feel like, something so pleasurable shouldn't be bought," he says above a whisper and you feel your entire face glow, and he must have noticed with how he laughs.

"Not those pleasures, Ms. Y/n" he smiles and you don't think you've ever been so embarrassed. But when his laughter stops, his eyes swirl softly into something darker, in that moment you feel exposed to every thought as he eyes you.

He stands, hands finding your shoulders

"Keep playing"

You take a shaky breath as your thighs begin to shake once more, fingers finding the keys as you start the song

"Good," he whispers, his scents overwhelming you now as you feel almost dizzy while playing, you barely notice how he slips under the piano.

"Mr. Badgley, what are you doing?" you gasp as his dark brown eyes gaze up at you

"Keep.playing" he says sternly, and with a swallow, you keep going

He kisses your knees and you feel yourself sticking to your panties as he spreads them apart.

He has a wife. He has a kid. What are you doing?

"You're doing great" he huffs, kissing your thighs, you squeeze your eyes shut for a moment as his fingers dance up to your panties.

He pulls them down slowly, your wetness sticking to the fabric before they are lost in his pockets

Your bare pussy is in front of your teacher's face as he rubs up and down your thighs taking a shaky breath in

You slam the keys as his tongue licks up your pussy, he moans into you before forcing you to scoot closer into his face, his hands wrapping around your ass as he slurps and moans at your cunt.

"Mr.- fuck" you cry, hands climbing to try and stop your moans as your hips buck up to hump his face

"You taste so so good" he groans, making out with your pussy as he sucks at your clit just to tongue fuck your hole

Hot tears flow down your face as he stares up at you, watching you come undone for him.

You shake around him, orgasm approaching closer with every lick, he sucks on your slit before adding a long finger to your hole. You throw your head back as he fingers you, flicking his tongue relentlessly as his finger curls inside you.

You feel him whine and moan against your pussy, and when you look down you see him gripping and grabbing at his hard-on as he eats you out. You cry as that sends you over and you cum around his finger

You're panting as he curls his fingers a few more times before shoving it into his mouth and licking you clean, you're shaking and wide-eyed as hair sticks to your face and he crawls out from under the piano

Right, weren't you two supposed to be playing right now? Isn't his wife about to be home and he's sucking his fingers because they still taste like you?

He helps you off the bench and you stare into the stained cushion but he turns your chin to him before kissing you deeply, tasting yourself on his tongue before breaking it off with a simple

"My wife is on her way...see you in our next session Ms. Y/n"

And you can't wait for next Sunday.

an: lmk how obvious it is idk anything about pianos. This is based on a dream I had last night 😵‍💫🖤 I hope you liked it <333

[theapangea]

One Night Stand

Pairing/Characters: Nick Miller x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: A very fun one night stand with Nick Miller.

Warning: 18+ Minors DNI!!! unprotected p in v, bj, fingering, eating out v, Nick kind of a dom ;)

A/N: My first official Nick Miller post yay! Let me know what you think! thank u for supporting my work! If you see any mistakes...no you didn't!

*Also posted on AO3: theapangea*

Masterlist <3

Kissing Nick Miller is a little sloppy to say the least.

The wet kisses mixed with the buzz of the lasting alcohol that still coats each of your tongues as you stumble your way to his place, excited for the night ahead. His lips barely leave yours as he reaches into his pocket for the keys. His other hand pulling you closer by the small of your back, needing you close enough to feel your heartbeat. And at this moment, it was beating rapidly against his chest.

The door opens to the dimly lit loft, the presence of people long forgotten, as the two of you stumble in. The playful laughs dance around the room, swirling around the both of you. More giggles escape your lips as Nick tries to shush you, prompting you to shush him in return. And the more you each try to keep the other quiet, the more laughs fill the quiet room. It was a lose-lose situation during this late hour.

His fingers intertwine with yours, leading you towards his room near the front of the loft. A smile residing on your face, the giggles still on the tip of your tongue as you watch his silhouette in the moonlight. He is a little rough around the edges but that’s what you like. 

Letting you into the room first, the door shutting quickly after that. And then his body is suddenly so close. Moving the hair away from your neck, his lips kiss the soft skin so delicately. His hands rub along your shoulders down your arms, a trail of goosebumps follows shortly after as you begin to melt under his touch.

His rough hands now run gently across your soft skin, the complete opposite from the moments the two of you shared a few moments earlier. Leaning your back against his chest as his hands wrap underneath your arms, his fingers making quick work of your button up shirt. Tearing the garment off of your shoulder, dropping it to the floor. The cool air mixes with the heat of your radiating skin.

Nick kisses a trail along the back of your neck as he fumbles to get your bra off. The multiple profanities coming from his mouth as he struggles makes you giggle. Finally unhooking the latch before his hands come around your chest, cupping both breasts as you arch back into his embrace. Nick delicately plays with your nipples between his fingers, squeezing, tugging, twisting. All of which cause sweet whines to escape your perfect lips.

Snaking his right hands around your throat, squeezing both sides with his thick fingers around. Pressing his fingertips harder into your skin as his left hand is still tugging at your sensitive nipple. His tongue dragging up your neck, his hot breath in your ear, “Be a good girl and get on your knees for me.”

And the dam near collapsed at his raspy words filling your empty head. A heavy breath releasing from your body as his hands let you go. Suddenly so cold and fragile without his body close to you. 

You do as you are told, turning around to face him. Nick’s eyes bouncing from your gaze to each perky breast in front of him. Licking his lips as you lower yourself on to the floor. Big doe, innocent eyes ready to be defiled starring back up to him and his large stature.

Nick slowly starts to unbuckle his belt, making the movements more emphasized as he practically sees you salivating for his cock. You are driving him crazy. Nick drops his jeans and boxers to the floor, the fabrics pooling around his ankles as he begins to stroke his throbbing member. He reaches out a hand, wrapping his fingers in your hair as he pulls you closer. 

Now only inches away from his leaking tip, “Stick your tongue out for me baby,” and like a good little girl your tongue extends from your mouth directly underneath his cock but not touching it. Nick shakes his head in disbelief, “God, you are so pretty.” His hand release the bunch of hair as it moves around your face, his thumb rubbing against your bottom lip. 

Squeezing your thighs together from his sweet words. Your body is vibrating as you physically cannot wait any longer until you are able to taste the delicious liquid that leaks from his tip. Finally closing the small gap between your lips and his hard cock, tongue reaching out, swirling around the head as an intense inhale from Nick jolts through the room. 

The fierce sensation running through Nick’s body as he lets out a deep groan, his hand on his shaft moving back and forth as you continue to lick the oozing juices. You don’t dare to break eye contact with him, the hint of a smile running across your face, pleased with being able to make him feel so good.

Your hands graze up his bare thighs, fingers digging deeply into his skin as you begin to take his length into your open hole. Tongue swirling the sensitive bottom before flattening your tongue to accommodate his size as you inch further and further down his shaft. Nick’s hand nestles in the back of your head, wrapping his fingers tightly around your locks as he guides you down. 

Saliva leaking from your mouth, tears accumulating in your eyes as the girth opens you wide. Only stopping when you can’t go down anymore, the tip pressing firmly in your throat. Whining as you try to push his cock deeper and deeper. 

“Stay still for me,” Nick whispers, his breath catching in his throat as both of his large hands hold your face still as he begins to buckle his hips into your mouth. The pace was slow at first, taking his time to explore your mouth with his aching cock. Until he finds his sweet spot, that’s when his pumping increases and pools of water form in your eyes, sending tears down your cheeks. The sound of choking fills the room, fills his ears, instinctively making him pump faster.

Pushing deeper and deeper into your mouth. “Eyes on me baby,” his voice is shaking as you lock eyes with him, his member pushing deeper down your throat. “You can do it baby.” 

His words make you squeeze your thighs together, the wetness starting to leak. The pure act of being face fucked by Nick sending you to the moon. 

Nick thrusts hard one last time but quickly pulls himself out of your mouth. Suddenly feeling so empty without him invading you. Finally filling your lungs again with fresh air as your chest heaves up and down. Nick bends down, kissing you on the forehead as both hands latch underneath your armpits and he’s pulling you up onto both feet.

But what he doesn’t know is that you may not be able to stand. 

Nick’s eyes are soft as he scans your delicate features, pausing for a beat to look at your weakened state. Your hands firmly hang onto his biceps, squeezing as you feel his muscles move underneath his cotton shirt. 

His hand only comes up as his thumb traces your bottom lip, pulling in for a kissing. He is intense. The confidence that radiates off of him, the way he talked, the way he moved, makes your body weak. The overwhelming passion pulsing around the room, wanting to show you that he wants you, that he needs you.

Your lips attempts to match his rhythm but are still feeling loss after what just happened. His tongue pressing against your bottom lip, asking for entry. Letting him in for the first time, his tongue searches for yours, swirling around inside of your mouth as he starts to move you backwards.

Your arms snaking around his neck as to steady yourself, letting him guide you. Your fingers glide upwards, fingers grasping his short brown hair, pulling the strand of hair ever so slightly. You can feel his smile through the kiss. 

The back of your knees hit the bed in no time as Nick gently lowers you into the soft mattress. Breaking your kiss to place light pecks down your jaw, throat, collarbone, breast, nipple, stomach, until he gets to the top of your jeans. 

His fingers make quick work to unbuckle your pants and slide them down your legs. Leaving you in your lace panties with a little bow on the front. His lips pull into a smile when he catches the bow, fingers grazing along the fabric before both hands glide down your thighs. Pushing apart your legs once his hands get to your knees. 

Your core is so sore already, leaking through your undies this entire time. Body shaking as his fingers stroke back up your thighs, tracing small circles on your inner thighs. 

“Nick,” His name sounds so sweet coming from your mouth, pleading as the breath falls,  “please.” 

Exactly what he was waiting for, you begging for his touch. His fingers to fuck you, his tongue to suck over your swollen clit. Just like you, he can’t wait to taste the sweet elixir that leaks from your body. 

His pointer finger reaches to graze over the fabric, the light sensation sending your hips jolting to the roof. The waves of euphoria are already circling through your body and he has barely touched you.

Hooking his finger underneath the material as he moves it to the side, exposing your pretty little core to the angel sitting between your legs. His thumb instantly stoking your inflamed nub, applying light pressure to the sensitive area. Your whines muffle through the room as your fingers soak into the rough fabric of the blanket. His name falling delicately from your lips between moans. 

Spreading your split apart with his middle and index fingers, prompting sliding them inside as you. The long digit curling perfectly inside your core. Pumping in rhythm to his circling thumb. 

Digging his thick finger further inside of you, dipping his head as he replaces his thumb with his warm tongue. The soft tissue swirling around your tender clit. Licking and sucking as he fingers continue to pump faster, finally finding a good pace as his mouth puts in the work. 

The repetitive movement sending you over the edge as you moan wildly. Hands tousled in his locks as you buckle underneath his mouth. Grinding rapidly against his tongue as intense sensation pushes you into euphoria. 

Your chest falls up and down as you are spread across the bed, vision still blurry from the amazing overdrive of intensity that just radiated through your body. Lifting your head to meet the cocky smile that is plastered on Nick’s face. The smile of a man who knows you have never felt this way with anyone else. You can’t help but smile back as you let your head fall back into the bed.

You feel the mattress shift underneath you as a hot body begins to hover over your fragile frame. His present totally engulfs yours, absolutely ready to be fucked by this attractive man. 

Your legs spread apart as he positions himself between them. Hand on his leaking cock, pumping several times to lube up his length. Pressing the shaft down as the tip runs against your nub, moving down to your wet entrance. 

A shared moan fills the room as he begins to push into your sweet pussy. Back arching as his size stretches your walls. 

“Fuck…”

“You can take it darling.” He encourages you as he continues to push into your sweet folds.

Your face contorting into pleasure as his entire length is now finally inside of you. Nick lowers himself down, catching one nipple in his mouth. The tiny whimper escapes your lips as Nick starts to pull his hips back, guiding his shaft in and out of your delicious pussy.

His head settles into the crook of your neck as he finds his speed. Arms wrapping underneath you as he thrust deeper and deeper into your folds. Rolling your hips against him, your clit rubbing against his skin sending waves up your body.

Moving in perfect unison with each other as the sweet release is near for the both of you. Nick’s thrust starts to become messier, each hard pound inside of you hitting the right spot. Toes curling as you muffle your screams in his neck.  

Fucking you faster and faster, your whining mixing deliciously with his groans. Shaking breathes all mix together with his lips crashing into yours. 

His pumps becoming sloppy and uneven, “I'm gonna cum,” you hum into his mouth. Making him pump faster than ever before to send you spirling over the edge, a out of body experience as he fucks you into oblivion. 

Nick’s thrust slows as his hot liquid fills inside of you. Kissing the softness of your cheek before peeling away from you. 

Nick collapses onto the bed, a lazy smile firmly plastered on his face. Arms reaching over to wrap around your lifeless frame. Wet kisses lingering down your neck before nuzzling into the soft skin. 

“Maybe we can make this more than just a one time thing?” Nick’s sleepy voice vibrates against you.

“Definitely.”

~~~

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[sc0tters]

All Star Memories | Brock Boeser & Elias Pettersson

summary: it’s the all star break when you and your boyfriend decide to spice up your relationship, little did you know this would involve his teammate.

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, p in v, oral (fem & M receiving!), swearing, slight degradation.

word count: 4.60k

authors note: I had to get this out before the regular season games were back and I’m glad I did even if it was by a couple of hours! I think we need to make an entire segment on this account for fics where I write out @fantillisdaylight’s ideas into full smuts, so idea people let’s thank her for this one! I don’t wanna give away too much but I think you guys are going to enjoy this one, even with its different ending.

You knew you were playing a dangerous game.

Elias had been the captor of your heart for the last three years after you moved in with Quinn when you needed a change of scenery. Your older brother had to admit that he was surprised to see you in love with his teammate. But as you made Elias constantly smile till his cheeks hurt, Quinn knew that the Swede was in love too.

Yet one thing your brother never seemed to care for was that another one of his teammates had fallen for you too. Brock let his eyes hover on you for far too long to ever be seen as appropriate especially when you were in a relationship. Elias knew how his teammate felt about you and in all honesty he thought it was cute. There was something about it coupled with the fact that you clearly thought Brock was attractive.

Elias knew that you would never cheat on him but there was always something amusing about how you loved pissing Brock off. On the flight to Toronto you ended up between the two and as Elias fell asleep Brock teased you “you’re just his good little girl arent ya?” He joked letting out a laugh as you furrowed your eyebrows “I so am not!”

The argument continued on and as Brock thought he won, you knew that it was you who would win in the end “you okay älskling?” Elias mumbled as he watched you do your makeup “can you pick Brock last?” Your question made him smirk as his hand ran over your jaw hooking his fingers under your chin.

It made you smile as he was clearly considering it “and why would I do that?” He asked wanting to hear your reasoning “because you love me.” You quipped back making him laugh.

As he leaned down he kissed your lips “I’ll think about it.” What Elias didn’t know was that you had already convinced Jack and Quinn to do the same but instead with them you brought up the fact that they tried to stop you from dating Elias at the beginning. It was your perfect get out of jail free card for anything.

If Ellen were to find out the pure lengths the boys went to trying to stop Elias from going on a date with you. They would all be dead, especially now as your mom adored the love you held for your boyfriend. So it left you with the perfect thing to keep over the boys heads and now was the time that you were cashing it in.

Elias’ sigh brought you back to reality as he squeezed your shoulder “you ever think about him being our third?” His voice was barely over a mumble as he tapped your thigh motioning you to sit on his lap as he sat on your seat.

You forced your thighs together as you thought about it “he’s your teammate E.” You sighed as you shook your head.

Whilst you two had agreed on being open to the idea of a threesome, there was never someone you could find for the two of you. Brock was a logical option as you were both comfortable with him and that was easy to combine with the feelings he clearly had for you.

The boy smiled as he tucked your hair behind your ear “would you do it if he wasn’t?” The Swede pressed soft kisses against the skin of your neck “you know I only want you my love.” You groaned as you tried to get out of his grip “you know that you didn’t answer my question.” Elias squeezed the skin at your hips as he made you squeal.

He loved teasing you like that “I would want him to be our third then.” As you nodded it seemed the universe was set to taunt you as a knock came at the door “Elias you ready bro!” Brock complained as the Swede hadn’t responded to his messages.

Elias laughed as he saw your eyes go wide “yeah y/n is just finishing up.” You weren’t just finishing up, you weren’t even dressed yet “leave her she’s too slow!” You let out a scoff as you sat up “you asshole I’m not deaf!” It was now Brocks turn to laugh as Elias kissed your lips.

His hands were warm on your cheeks “see you later.” He mumbled pecking your lips before he left your room with you running your finger over your lips where his mouth left your smiling.

The draft came and went and before you knew it you were stood with Brock teasing him about what the boys had done “and you thought that Elias was in charge of me.” You laughed as you shook your head leaving Brock confused as he looked at you “is he not?” The blonde looked over you as Quinn and Elias were talking in the distance but the Swede was clearly more focused on the conversation that you were having.

Your lips formed a pout as you turned to see what he was talking about “you wanna know why you were drafted last?” You trailed off finally leaving him to gasp as he nodded figuring out what it was that you had done “well I think Elias over there wanted you to think he was listening to you.” Brocks words made you frown.

What you didn’t know was that as the American motioned to you to come closer to him your boyfriend was making his way over to you both “was told about how bratty you have been all week.” His rough voice made your cheeks turn red.

The pieces of the puzzle quickly found themselves connecting in your brain as your jaw went slack “was not.” You tried to protest as your hands formed fists “don’t lie to him älskling.” Elias clicked his tongue as he shook his head.

You didn’t know where you were meant to look “if I’m so bratty what are you gonna do about it.” You crossed your arms as you smirked thinking that you had beaten him “absolutely nothing.” Elias’ words made your face drop “but Brock here instead will make sure you are given exactly what you deserve.” He mumbled as he kissed the shell of your ear.

It was customary that Elias was physical with you yet Brock felt his mind run wild as he watched you both “he is?” Your thighs pressed together in an attempt to suppress the feelings you felt “only if you want me to.” Brock was quick to shake his head as he placed his hand on yours.

All of the worries that were once in your brain about Brock being a threesome partner for you two seemed to dissipate as you smiled merely sending him a nod. Elias was quick to kiss your head as he dug into his pocket and pulled out your key card before he slotted it into your hand.

You furrowed your eyebrows as Brock laughed “you want to be a good girl and go wait upstairs for us?” Elias tucked your hair behind your ear as they watched the gears turn in your mind “how do you want her?” As the question came to Brock it all but totally knocked the wind from his sails.

The way your eyes scanned his face brought him back to being that nervous boy who couldn’t talk to you without stumbling on his words “‘s up to you Brocky.” You smiled running your fingers over his shirt “on your bed.” The American sounded unsure of himself when he stood there trying to pick up on Elias’ body language.

Elias watched another player walk past you all “what do you want her in?” The Swede whispered to his teammate making the boys cheeks turn red “nothing.” Brock imagined it as his eyes practically undressed you themselves “älskling you hear him?” Elias turned his attention back to you as you nodded.

The boy pecked your lips as he smiled “you go upstairs and we will be there in a few minutes.” It should have been embarrassing the way you sped through there as you headed to the elevator. The teammates couldn’t help but laugh as they watched you send them one final glance before you were off “you sure you’re cool with this?” Brock knew that it was Elias who brought it up to him but the Swede was known for being possessive of you, and rightfully so.

You stared at your reflection in your mirror as you were in nothing but your underwear and heels “you getting cold feet?” You could hear them from outside the door as it reminded you that you were meant to be getting ready for them.

As you reached back to unclip your bra the door opened leaving you looking like a deer in headlights “älskling I had such high hopes for you tonight.” Elias sighed as he clicked his tongue “I’m sorry I-” you were cut off as he kissed your lips.

Brock stared in awe as you were in a black matching set with your black heels “you were meant to be in nothing.” Elias ran his finger over your bra strap “I know but.” You tried to protest but it was clearly no use with the boys “how do we punish her?” The Swede’s eyes sparkled with mischief.

Having all that power it made Brock almost go mad “want her on the bed.” You listened as you sat down and looked at the duo “put your head on the pillows.” Brock motioned to you to shift back as you nodded.

Elias went and sat on the chair that sat to the left of the bed “remember he’s in charge älskling.” The Swede did just enough to remind you that he was still there “god you don’t know how much I’ve been thinking about this.” Brock confessed as he dropped his knees to the bed.

His hands were rough around your ankles as he undid your heels “you have me now.” You whimper as he pushed your legs apart letting him get a full view of your covered soaked cunt “Petey said you been thinking about this?” Brock teased you as he kissed your thighs making sure that each had its fair share of attention before he made any effort to move closer to your core.

All you could do was nod as you bit your lip “wanted it so bad.” Again Elias knew you loved him, but you each had people you that you guys classified as your free cards that you could find attractive and admit it. His were mainly celebrities in the form of models or actresses, yours just so happened to be his teammate who was right in front of you.

Brock smirked as he blew air on your cunt as your body shook “shouldn’t make you wait then?” He joked as you nodded “lift those legs of yours f’me then.” Brock watched your hips push to the air.

He hooked his fingers into your waistband as he slid your panties over your legs before he let them drop to the floor “god.” The American felt his jaw drop as he heard Elias laugh “she’s a pretty fucking girl ain’t she?” The Swede smirked as he had a similar reaction when he first went down on you.

Your cheeks grew warm as you turned your attention to Elias “think you need to get a move on before she keeps on looking at me.” Your boyfriend taunted his teammate “you really are just a needy girl aren’t ya?” Brock let his hand lay flat as he hit your cunt.

You jumped at the feeling as your head turned back to him “Petey she’s fucking soaked.” Brock groaned as he ran his fingers over your clit “she tastes even better.” Elias going down on you and he was going to let Brock know how responsive you were “loves tugging at your hair when you get her at the right spot.” His words made you writhe as you brought your hands to your chest.

The American decided that he wasn’t going to wait any longer as he finally dropped his head between your thighs “fuck!” You groaned feeling his lips latch onto your clit “how good is he baby?” Elias didn’t often refer to you with English pet names but as you sat there all you could do was moan as you turned to see him watching intently from beside you both.

Brock slowed himself down as he found his pace when he slotted his fingers into your cunt. They were arched in an effort to go closer to your g-spot “don’t stop.” You pleaded as you grew used to how different Brock was.

You had Elias who was always pushing you to your limits but he did it by edging you and Brock, on the other hand, was treating you like his last meal as he didn’t know when he’d get this chance with you again. Moans escaped from between your lips as they mixed with your innocent gasps. All of it seemed to only encourage Brock further as he looked up to see you staring at him.

As your cunt clenched around his fingers you felt your legs begin to give out “shift up baby.” Elias’ tone was soft as he towered over you “gonna make me come.” You announced as you pushed your chest up using your grip on Brocks golden locks to help you as his groan sent shivers through your body.

Before you were thrown back against Elias who let your head rest against his lap. The boys looked between each other as Brock looked for the direction he was meant to go with. Yet when Elias shook his head it was you who complained “someone needs to learn that brats don’t get to come.” He squeezed your cheeks between his fingers as you let your lips form a pout.

Brock let his lips leave your clit with a pop “want to start apologising then pretty girl?” Your eyes were hazy as you clearly didn’t have a lot more brain power left in you “he asked you a question.” Elias mumbled as he pinched your nipples over the fabric of your lacy bra.

Your mind was blocked as his fingers rolled your sensitive bud between them “please.” You begged feeling Brock circle his thumb over your clit “think you can do better than that pretty girl.” Brock smiled as he shook his head.

Elias pulled your bra down by its straps letting his hands grip at your tits “want to come so bad.” You whimpered “so so bad.” Tears filled your waterline as your body shook.

The boys laughter taunted you “gonna be a good girl and make a mess f’me then?” Brock asked as you nodded repeatedly “want to be the best girl for you.” The words made both of their cocks strain against their shorts “let go for me then sweet girl.” As the words left the Americans lips he dropped his mouth back to your cunt as he thrusted his fingers into core.

Elias had a different idea as he pinched your jaw forcing you to stare at him “stick your tongue out.” His tone was soft but you knew he was being serious. So all you could do as nod as you listened “such a pretty little slut.” Elias grumbled watching your tongue roll out of your mouth.

Brock took the chance to look up as he watched saliva drop from his teammates mouth and into your own “fuck!” The American groaned as he watched the Swede smirk “keep it in your mouth until he lets you come.” Elias teased your nipples as he punched and tugged at the sensitive buds.

You moaned as your body began to shake “yes sir.” Even as your words were muffled it still went straight to their cocks. Brock continued to lap at your cunt until your thighs wrapped around his head “Brock you’ve got her fucking obsessed with you.” Elias watched the sight in front of him as he was in awe.

It finally came when your cunt burst letting waves of pleasure coarse through your body “look so fucking good like this älskling.” You couldn’t help but clench around Brocks fingers as Elias watched you swallow his spit “let the girl breathe Brock.” The Swede teased as he watched his teammate continue to finger you.

Brock looked up with an apologetic look as he pulled his fingers from your cunt “sorry.” He mumbled letting his lips leave your slit with a pop “c’mere Brocky.” You smiled as you motioned your finger in his direction as you sat up straight.

The look of your orgasm glistening on his chin made you feel wet all over again “think you should thank him for that.” Elias’ words were met with a nod as you took the first move to kiss Brock. The American was quick to melt to your touch as he swore he was dreaming.

Elias clearly had a similar opinion as him as he watched you both with a smile on his face “now you know the deal Boeser.” His voice made you pull away from the American as you turned to your boyfriend with a confused expression “only get her mouth.” Brock reiterated his words making you squirm in the process.

You knew it was stupid but even after all of this time you still adored the fact that Elias craved a certain level of ownership over you. You were his girl, and that was never going to change “this pussy is mine.” Elias smiled as he cupped your cunt making you almost fall into Brocks arms.

The boys were quick to reposition themselves as Elias stood over the bed and Brock was crouched over on his knees “hey pretty girl.” Brock cooed as he ran his fingers over your jaw “hi.” You smiled letting Elias grip at your hips from behind you.

The air that encapsulated the room was tense as Elias dragged his cock through your slit as he watched his precum mix with your wetness. It was like torture to the both of you “still such a needy girl even after her first one.” Brock teased looking like a school boy as he smirked “just loves being fucked like the cock hungry slut that she is.” Elias clicked his tongue as he pushed the head of his cock not your cunt.

He let out a hiss as your walls began to stretch to accommodate his size “don’t be afraid Brock you can fuck her mouth.” The Swede let his cock fully slide into you as he stopped for a moment when he bottomed you out.

The American was quick to fiddle with his belt as he began to pull his pants down letting his cock hit his pelvis “be a good girl and open wide.” He ordered as Elias took the chance to begin fucking you, quickly forcing your mouth open as your jaw grew slack.

Brock took his chance to slide his cock into your mouth as he moaned “ain’t she a good little girl?” Elias let out a grunt as you clenched around his cock at the compliment.

Your tongue swirled around Brocks cock when the boy gripped his hands around your hair forcing it into a makeshift ponytail “you’re such a lucky dude god.” Brock was beyond jealous as you looked up at him through your batted eyelashes.

Elias got the chance to have you everyday and he was no stranger in letting the American know that you were always waiting for him. It Elias had a big game then you would be on your knees in one of his favourite lingeries “you hear that älskling?” Elias taunted as he watched your ass bounce with each thrust that he sent into you.

All you could do was let out a muffled moan as you nodded “he thinks you’re fucking perfect.” Skin slapping against each other echoed on the walls was you didn’t know which side you should have been focusing on “she’s a heavenly from this side too.” It was clear that as Elias picked up the pace of thrusts he wanted to remind his teammate that he was only here because Elias let him be.

Brock nodded as he swore that you hollowing your cheeks out was going to be enough to make him come on the spot “made by the fucking gods.” Both boys hummed in agreement as Elias sent his fingers to your clit sending long moan from your lips.

You felt Brock’s grip around your roots tighten as he tugged at your hair “gonna make me come if you keep making those noises.” The American warned as you felt your cunt clench at the thought of his release.

It seemed that Elias wasn’t too far behind you either as he felt his cock throb “want to be a good girl and taste his come before I make a mess in your pretty pussy?” His accent was accentuated by the last phrases as you began to nod bobbing your head almost nonstop.

The American took it as his green light “don’t stop god.” He gritted out as he body stumbled as his release coated the walls of your mouth practically sucking the life from Brock as he rode out his orgasm “fuck!” The boy groaned sliding his cock out of your mouth before he replaced it with his thumb that collected any of his release that had seeped from between your lips before depositing it back into your mouth.

Your tongue swirled around his finger “you keep squeezing my cock like that and I’m gonna end up with a fucking baby inside of you.” Elias warned as he was painfully close “wanna milk your cock.” You got the words out before you went back to sucking his teammates thumb “do it älskling.” It wasn’t often that he would just let you come like this and you weren’t going to let this opportunity pass you by.

It was quick that your eyes began to roll back into your head as a flurry of incoherent whimpers came from your lips “keep hugging my cock like that.” As his fingers strummer against your clit like it was a guitars strings the coil that built up in your stomach snapped.

Causing your arms to shake as your body grew unstable “fucking so good.” Elias grunted as he finally came letting your release mix with his whilst his cock continued to help you ride through your orgasm. The air in the room came tumbling down as your lips lost Brocks thumb letting a string of your saliva break from your lips as it followed him. And if you were fully cognitive you would have sworn you saw his eyes sparkle as he watched it.

Elias let his cock slide out of your throbbing cunt as he kept his hand around your waist to stop you from collapsing onto the bed “how you feeling älskling?” His voice was soft as he kissed your temple “so good.” Your blasé state made him laugh as he set you on the bed softly.

Brock was fascinated by his friends softer expressions as the boys truly never thought that aftercare would be something that Elias would be so good at “bath, shower or bed?” The three options were all you usually wanted after sex and all of them always had Elias in them “bath.” You nodded reaching for the blanket that was next to you as your skin craved warmth.

It was the way that you and Elias worked so well together that served as a dagger to Brocks heart. He knew you weren’t his but it was having to see you with someone else that suddenly got all too much for him “I should head out.” Brock announced as he reached to pull up his boxers.

A frown found its way onto your lips as you nodded trying to understand his choice “you were good.” Your compliment made a smile form on his lips “you were too pretty girl.” Brock kissed your head as he watched Elias scoop you into his arms “see you tomorrow dude.” The boys sent a look of goodbye to each other and whilst Brock went out your door Elias carried you into the bathroom.

He scanned your face to see if anything was up as you stayed silent “what’s going on in there?” Elias asked as he kissed your cheek “thank you for letting me do that.” You mumbled as your fingers gripped the blanket now craving a warm bath instead.

It made Elias smile as you enjoyed your night “maybe it doesn’t have to be the last time?” He proposed as you nodded, oh if only he knew just how wrong he’d be.

The last few weeks had your heart feeling hurt. When you came back to Vancouver Brock promised that things wouldn’t be weird but after three weeks of him totally avoiding you and trying his best to avoid any activities beyond training and games with Elias. You both began to see how the American was drifting.

Thankfully Quinn didn’t come to any conclusions as he finally thought that Elias had enough of Brock’s long looks in your direction. Elias did his best to help you not feel guilty about what happened as you blamed yourself for him losing his friend. Yet eventually you both came to terms with the fact that there was nothing either of you could do about the radio silence from Brock beyond simply waiting.

It was a cold day in Vancouver as rain had been pouring the entire morning “I’ll be back in a bit!” You called out as you had been looped into a Pilates class with some of the other wags “have fun älskling.” Elias smiled as he pecked your lips before he went back to his phone enjoying the fact that the boys were having a late practice today.

You did your normal routine as you walked down to your car but before you got the chance to unlock your door your phone started going off “what the.” Your eyes went wide seeing Brocks contact appear on your screen.

Before you let the chance pass by you, you answered the call “Brock what the hell has been-” you went to lecture him but was cut off as his grunt echoed in your ear “fuck y/n.” He groaned as he looked down to where his hand wrapped his cock when he picked up his pace.

Silence filled your mouth as you were almost shocked at what was going on “keep thinking back to that day and I wish it was your pussy I fucked instead of your mouth.” Your leggings stuck to your skin as you forced your thighs together almost surprised that he was even admitting this to you.

The sound of his hand hitting his skin was barely audible in the speaker but you still knew what he was doing “god Petey doesn’t deserve you.” You felt dirty feeling so turned on by Brocks actions as you stared at your keychain that had the little E on it.

But before you could say anything more the line went dead leaving you with a decision you knew you shouldn’t be making.

Do you want to send this message to ‘The WAGS 23/24’?

you: hey girls I can’t make it today, something came up.

[mustainegf]

heyy I just found your page and you're talented as hell! I wanted to send in a little request.

ok so, 80s or RTL era James and reader are best friends, they are having a sleepover,then she wakes sweating profusely because of a nightmare. she tries to sleep again, she tosses and turns on the bed bit thats doesn't work,and finally wakes James. when he notices how afraid she is, he tries comforting her.

This is fucking adorable, lets be honest we all know they have crushes on each other

𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 ¹⁹⁸⁴

I threw the frayed, flimsy sleeping bag on the floor of James's bedroom, directly next to his bed. I didn't mind that the fabric was nearly threadbare and provided little comfort. All that mattered was that I was at James's house.

Though it was equally ancient and lumpy as the sleeping bag, I gratefully accepted James's insistence on lending me an extra pillow. I gave it a tight grip and stared up at him, enjoying the feel of the velvety material on my cheek.

With a cheeky smile on his face, James was lying flat on his bed and staring at me. The little lamp on his bedside table created a soft, yellow glow that warmed the space and gave it a cozy, personal feel.

His guitar rested against the far corner, and his hanging posters of metal bands lined the walls. I could let my guard down and be who I am here and it felt like a second home.

"Do you remember that time Lars tried to balance on one leg and play drums?" James commented, amusement alive in his eyes.

I burst into giggles, burying my face in the pillow. “Oh God, yes... He almost took out the entire drum set.”

James laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that made my heart swell. “He’s such a dumbass. I don’t know how he stays upright most of the time, let alone play drums.”

Each story was funnier than the last, and before long, we were both crying with laughter. That kind of chuckle that just makes everything a bit better.

“Hey, you know what’s weird?” James spoke abruptly, his tone now gentler. “I can’t remember the last time I laughed this hard.”

I noticed the vulnerable expression on his face as I glanced up at him. "Neither can I," I said. "Recently, life has been so busy. It's I've missed hanging out.

James gave a nod, fixing his gaze on mine. There was a brief but comfortable silence during which we simply exchanged glances and knew everything about the other without any words being spoken.

"I love you being here," he muttered.

I answered, "Always," reaching up to give him a firm squeeze. "I wouldn't be anywhere else, you know that."

He smiled, that lopsided grin that always made my heart miss a beat. As the hours passed, our voices became softer and our words became shorter.

I was really happy as I snuggled onto the extra pillow he'd given me. The fact that I was lying on the floor in a tacky sleeping bag didn't matter. It mattered that James and I were together in this utterly perfect moment. The things that brought beauty to life , was this, James.

With drooping eyelids, I whispered a, "Goodnight, James."

He breathed back, "Goodnight," his voice low with drowsiness.

And then, with the comfort of the man beside me, I allowed myself drift off.

I startled awake, breathing urgently and shallowly as my heart hammered in my chest. Sweat was pouring down my face and the flimsy sleeping bag was sticking to my skin.

The nightmare that had pulled me from sleep had left my mind a disorganized mix of visuals, but they were beginning to fade into the shadows, leaving me with nothing but an uneasy sense of dread.

I sat up and attempted to calm my breathing while sliding a shaking hand through my hair. The only sound in the pitch black, silent room was James's even, gentle breathing from his bed.

I looked across at him and felt an ocean of relief when I noticed how unbothered he was. The last thing I wanted was to wake him up, especially being the one crashing at his place.

I took a deep breath, pulled my knees up to my chest, and tried to push the nightmare's last fragments away. The hard, cold floor felt even more unforgiving at this point. I lay back down, clutching James' lumpy pillow to my chest, inhaling his scent.

I forced myself to go back to sleep and closed my eyes. I rolled around on the hard floor, attempting to find any spot that was comfortable. I felt as though the cold seeped through the sleeping bag, causing me to be cooled to the bone. The bag provided very little to cushion me.

I let the pattern of James's steady breathing relax me as I concentrated on it. Slow and steady, in and out. My breath matched his. But sleep eluded me no matter how hard I tried.

All I want in this moment is James. My James.

After a while I quit  trying to make it work and just laid there, gazing upwards.

I finally reached my breaking point. I needed to feel safe, to feel warmth, to feel… James. I staggered upright, making the room to spin a little as I moved. I trembled as I knelt over his bed and gave him a little shoulder shake without thinking twice.

Whispering, "James," my voice wavered. "James, wake up."

He slolwly stirred awake, peering at me in the half light as he opened his eyes. "What's wrong?" he asked his voice sluggish from sleep but immediately worried. "Are you okay?"

My eyes filled with tears, and I shook my head, incapable to think of anything to say. Rather, I naturally moved my body to rest next to him. I needed his warmth and comfort, I needed to be near him. I tugged him closer, pressing my face against his chest and gripping his shirt tightly.

James didn't hesitate for a second. He wrapped me with his arms, pressing me close to his body. "Hey, hey, it's okay," he said in a comforting whisper. "I'm here. You're safe."

I felt his hand gently stroking my back, his touch sending a wave of calm through me. I pressed my face into his chest, breathing in his familiar scent, and felt the tension begin to drain from my body. His heart beat steadily beneath my ear, a comforting rhythm that grounded me.

We had never had such an intimacy or closeness before. However, it felt perfect, like something we've both always needed. It seemed like exactly what We needed.

I felt him shift a little, repositioning himself to comfortably grasp me. He reached for my hair with his other hand and used his fingers to gently untangle knots that werent there.

I expected cuddling with James to be awkward, wrong, weird. But now that I was in his arms, his heartbeat in my ear, there was no place I'd rather be.

With his breath warm against my forehead, he whispered softly, "Do you want to talk about it?"

Still unable to find my voice, I shook my head once again. I was stuck thinking, maybe I loved James a little more than just a friend.

He answered softly, "Okay," without pressuring me further. "Just know I'm here, alright? I'm not going anywhere."

I nodded, feeling the last traces of fear finally disappear. His body, his touch, and his words were all I needed to feel okay again.

James placed a delicate kiss on the top of my head. "Sleep, you need it," he said softly, making my heart ache.

And as I nodded off in his arms, I realized that I would always have this James to come back to, nightmares or not.

[gretavangroupie]

Songbird

Word count: 2.4k+

Pairing: Josh x Female Reader

Warnings: Language, Angst, Drinking, Fluff.

A/N: This idea came to me after watching a soundcheck tiktok, and I had to get it out. Hope you enjoy.

Sitting in the front row of seats at The Greek Theater, you nervously pick at your fingernails. 

You could tell he was still nervous and just wanted you there for support. You typically don’t attend the soundchecks since they only last an hour or so. You like to spend the time getting ready, and packing up Josh’s bag for the night. You don't like him to have to worry about anything on show days, so doing this one small thing for him always seems to help his stress level before shows. 

Today however, was different. He has been on edge about this performance for a few weeks. The setlist was set in advance and there was no changing it. It’s the second night of the two shows for Strange Horizons in Los Angeles, and tonight they will be recording the set for the live album. Now, this usually wouldn’t be a problem but there is one thing that has Josh absolutely worked up and it’s the one thing he is usually never worried about. Singing. 

He spent all week telling you how nervous he was about tonight’s performance and how challenging one of the songs is vocally. Hyping himself up all week and practicing as much as he could. They almost never perform said song because by the end his voice is maxed out. But since these albums will be the sister albums to their newest album, they had no choice but to perform it at atleast one of the shows and tonight was the night. You could sense the anxiety in his voice, in his posture, in everything. It was rare to see him like this and knowing that there was not really anything you could do to help, was taking its toll on you. 

Josh paced around the hotel room all morning, practically wearing holes into the carpet, drinking his throat coat tea and trying to speak as little as possible. So when he finally did speak and asked you to come to soundcheck, you nodded your head in agreement. If just this one thing would help him to relax, you’d do it. Your phone buzzed on the dresser as Josh was getting dressed.

Jake: How’s he doing?

You: He’s a wreck…he has been pacing all morning.

Jake: I figured, I swear I can feel his nervous energy from 5 rooms away.

You: We will see you down there soon.

Jake: We will talk him down, it will be okay.

The entire drive to the theater, Josh fidgeted nervously, and you just held his hands, and tried to reassure him that everything would be fine. But deep in your heart you were just as nervous as he was. Jake shot you a questioning look from the seat in front of you and you nodded to him. An unspoken yeah, he’s still panicking. 

As you arrive at the venue, you all file out of the van and into the back gate. You walk hand in hand, fingers intertwined with his rubbing his knuckles to try and help him calm down. The guys make small talk with him but Josh is laser focused. The last time you saw him like this was when they were in the thick of recording the album.

As they approach backstage you give him a quick kiss and a good luck, and you and the girls retreat to your seats at the very front row.

That's where you find yourself, now. Anxiously watching them get settled on stage to begin soundchecking. 

Jake nods to Josh in a silent ‘you ready’ and Josh gives him a quick nod back. They play through a few songs and everything sounds great, Josh sounds perfect and you can see a bit of his usual confidence coming back to his demeanor.. A misstep from Sam on a chord awards him a concerned look from Jake and Josh, to which he laughs and continues. 

A little bit later you see Sam make his way over to his piano set up and you swallow harshly knowing that they are about to do it. Sam and Danny exchange a nervous look as they see Josh start to pace the stage. 

Jake walks over to Josh and says something indistinguishable, giving his shoulder a quick squeeze before returning to his spot. 

Sam nods to Jake and starts the intro to Tears of Rain. 

So far so good. Josh sounds good, and he’s gonna do fine…

As he sings the first line of the song, all is well. You know the part he is questioning and it's towards the end, so if he can just hit that note now, you know that he will feel better and have a great show tonight.

Your knee nervously bounces on the concrete as you see Josh’s eyes shoot over to you. You look directly into his and hope he can find that comfort that he needs. As he sings the line in question, he clamps his eyes tightly shut and uses every ounce of effort that he has to hit that note. 

Shit. He was so close.

His voice cracks, and he stops singing all together. Sam and Jake quickly look at each other and you can tell they are nervously preparing for the blowback of Josh’s frustration. 

He is mad, and swings the microphone down to his side as he curses outwardly.

The girls clap for him to show their support and he turns to look at them, and you are pretty positive that if looks could kill they would both be dead.

You bite your lip as they turn to you. “He hates to be patronized.” you giggle.

“Play it again.” he commands. The music stops, and they all look at each other to start again.

Second and third time was not the charm. 

Fourth time came yelling, and the fifth time Josh walked off the stage. 

The guys all stayed on stage, knowing better than to approach him when he is like this. It took everything in you to not run back there to find him, but you knew he would be back out. He’s anything but a quitter. 

A few minutes later he comes back out, with a bottle of water and says something to Jake, followed by Danny and Sam. Knowing him, he is apologizing for storming off, but they all know that it's a taxing song and don't think much of it. 

Instead of playing it again, they move on and work their way through a few other songs, before calling it. You and the girls stand up, and walk back to the gate to be let through. You meet up with the guys and you can tell Josh is absolutely beating himself up even though he is trying to play it off. His hand reaches for yours and squeezes it tightly as you all walk back to the van. 

He is silent on the way back to the hotel and you know that as soon as you get back to the room he is going to unleash. His hand grazes the top of your thigh back and forth as he listens to the guys talk and your mind wanders to how you are going to approach the situation rapidly drawing nearer.

Pulling up outside the hotel, you make a plan to meet back here in 2 hours to head to the venue for the night, and you all make your way to the elevators. Stepping into the room a few minutes later, Josh dives head first into the bed, stuffing his head into the pillows.

You kick your shoes off and sit on the bed next to his feet, untying his shoes and throwing them on to the floor next to yours. As he lays on his stomach you feel his hand reach out of yours next to him, grabbing it in his. He just needs to feel you, and feel comfort.

You thought he would be yelling and tearing himself apart, but you were wrong. You push yourself back to the head of the bed to lay next to him. You both lay in silence for a few minutes as you lightly scratch his back over his white shirt.

“You know, I told them when we recorded it that I didn't know if I would ever be able to perform it.” he says muffled through the pillows. “It took nearly ten takes in the studio too.” 

You roll to your side to face him, and he turns his head to look at you.

“You can do it baby, I know you can. You did it for that candlelight session and it was so beautiful. You are just thinking too much. Just sing, you and I both know you can do it.” you say quietly.

He pulls himself closer to you, and you turn onto your back as he rests his head on your chest. You rub your fingertips through his scalp and scratch as he sighs.

“I know I can do it. I just wanted to nail it one time today. I thought maybe if I just…I just want to get it right for them. They love this song. They want to play it. The fans want to hear it. I feel like, if I can't hit the note…” he sighs again. 

“I feel like they will be disappointed. I don't want to let them down.” he whimpers, and you feel a warm wet drop on your shirt.

You cradle his head in your arms and just hold him. You know he needs to let his emotions out, so you just lay there and let him.

“No one will be disappointed baby I swear. No one.” you whisper into his curls. You feel another wet tear form a spot on your shirt. You rub his hair off of his face and kiss his head.

“When we get there tonight, just go in the bathroom, try again. If you’re still feeling nervous, talk to Jake, tell him to come in early if he sees you start to struggle. Point your mic to the crowd, let them sing it for you. Don’t stress it my love. Everything will work out exactly how it's supposed to.” you say with another kiss to his head.

“Will you stand backstage? At least for that song? Just need to see you before I do it.” he asks.

“Of course, I’ll be wherever you need me.” you reply.

He wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your stomach before laying his head back down over your heart. “I love you” he sighs. 

“Love you more.” you reply. His hand grabs yours and places it back on his head, indicating he would like more scratches so you oblige and lay there with him for just a few minutes longer wondering how you got so lucky.

An hour and a half later, you are both ready to go. His bag is packed, you are dressed and your hair and makeup is done. He has showered and refreshed his curls and he has his to-go cup of tea in hand. 

You make your way to the lobby to meet the others and you grab his hand and he spins to meet your gaze. “I know you’re about to get into your zone but, I love you. No matter what. You’re still my songbird.” you say.

His free hand slides up to meet your face, “I love you too, couldn’t do this without you.” he says, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“AYE!” Jake shouts in his fake British accent, “No kissin in the lobby!” he laughs as he meets up with you.

You talk and laugh as you make your way to the van, loading in and heading to the venue. Josh seems to be a little more relaxed than earlier, but you all can tell he is still tense.

Making your way backstage, Josh talks to Jake, and makes a plan for if things don’t work out how he wants them to. 

God, I hope they do… 

For a few hours, you mill around in the green room, talking, drinking and watching them all get ready. You talk to Josh and help calm his nerves and he tells you that he is feeling good, and is hoping for the best. He is in a beautiful royal blue velvet jumpsuit with silver stars embroidered on it. He looks like an angel. Your very own angel.

Ten minutes till the show, you all make your way to the stage and you watch as they all get their monitors on and their respective instruments. Josh dashes over to you, and kisses you one more time. “See you on the other side, my love.” he smiles.

“Love you, I’ll be here if you need me.” you reply as he runs up the stairs. 

The first half of the show has gone amazing, Josh sounds so good and the other guys are playing amazingly. You know that there is only a few minutes until the moment of truth and you link arms with Jake's girlfriend for support. She rubs your hand and tells you that he is going to be fine and you nod as you hear the intro start. Josh tells the crowd he is scared of this one, almost giving himself an out just in case. 

Josh looks over to you, just like he said he would and you blow him a kiss, causing a smile to spread across his face. He winks and turns back to the crowd and you hold your breath as he begins to sing. 

So far so good…

As the moment comes, and he absolutely nails that high note, your heart bursts with pride. 

He did it.

You jump up and down with excitement and the girls join you as you quietly cheer for him.

As the song ends he looks back to you and you smile at him, his beaming smile flashing back. 

The rest of the show goes perfectly and they end the night on a high note. Literally. They make their way off the stage Josh runs straight into your arm and groans into your neck in relief.

“I told you, you could do it baby. I’m so proud of you.” you say.

“I couldn’t have done it without you. Love you so much.” he says, still trying to catch his breath.

“Love you too Josh, but it wasn’t me…You sang from the heart and it paid off.” you smile, walking back to the dressing rooms.

“You’re my heart, it was all for you.” he kisses your cheek and you lean into his hold on your waist. 

“But I’m never singing that fucking song again.”  he says with a cheeky smile, and a smack of your ass. 

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[embry-call-fan-club]

Embry Call X OC

Prologue chapter to my fic Cozy on both Wattpad and Fanfiction.net

Tropes:

Slow burn

High school crushes

Popular guy + Shy Socially Awkward girl

Winnie’s POV

Someone should have told me that my crush was that obviously in plain sight for anyone to see.

I somehow convinced myself that I was mature about it. I thought I kept my crush mostly to myself. I thought I was careful not to do double takes at him, or try not to sit in the desk next to him whenever we had a class together.

I didn't let myself like Embry Call.

I tried my hardest to avoid him in the halls, I never mentioned him—let alone told anyone—I didn't even look at him. I had my back to Embry all four years of high school.

But everyone within ten feet of me knew the whole time. No one told me how bad I actually had it for Embry Call.

I was mortified when my friends first told me how I should go to a party because Embry was suppose to be there. They said it so casually, so knowingly, as if they were talking about the weather. While I was so speechless that my mouth dried up. I barely managed to ask them how many people knew ten minutes later. They shrugged me off, they were sure I knew everyone in our grade already knew I liked Embry since middle school.

I was so humiliated I just hid in their bathroom till it was time to go. One of my friends did her best to apply makeup on me in the car. She was so excited for Embry to see me with eyeliner, blush and lipstick that was shakily applied in a dark car. I barely remember if it turned out scary or decent because it was the least mortifying part of that night.

With a reservation as small as La push, most parties often end up at the beach. Everyone in the school always shows up to the beach parties. No parents, and plenty of space and the beach keeps people entertained, which all make it the perfect party venue. It was the last day of summer, the first day of school started in just twelve hours. The entire three hundred something student body packed the beach, half of them already in the water and the rest building bonfires or serving out the jungle juice. That was local tradition, each student had to bring a bottle of any kind of liquor to mix in or be shared. La Push jungle juice never tasted like fireball and gummy worms; it tasted like cans of beers and stolen booze from our parents, and it guaranteed the worst hangover of your life. Only the strong could handle it. Tourists can barely endure a cup.

I didn't.

"You're not gonna forget this night." My friend Skylar laughed, but looking back at it now I should have taken it as a warning. She was right. I never did live this night down.

I can still feel the sand in the night air brushing over my exposed shoulders whenever I think about this night. I feel the heat blasting on my skin where hands squeezed. Then immediately the hordes of laughing and ridicule.

I'm not going to play victim, and tell myself that was the worst night of my life. It wasn't. God knows I've had dozens of harder nights. But it's the night that changed everything, and even after all these years La Push won't let me forget it. Till this day I'm still known as the Drunk Girl on the rez.

All my friends thought Embry and I was such a cute idea. They were all supportive, but at age fifteen it was more pushy than helpful. Skylar lent me her bikini, and swapped for my regular one piece that was one size too small for her, which showed off the beginnings of her new boobs. While me, who barely hit puberty barely filled out her baby blue, triangle, stringy two piece. They had to triple knot the measly string before we all got into the car.

Even now I still won't wear a bikini.

Anyone and everyone could see how red my body flushed when I was swimming in that two piece. An embarrassingly orangey-pink blush that I couldn't hide. All I could do that night was tugged the bottoms as high they would go and pray the knot held over and over again.

After being clued in, I felt like everyone noticed when I found Embry in the crowd when we first got there. He was surrounded by his friends on a blanket, all of them still long haired and boyish. Sixteen year old me thought everyone was staring, and they were...just not yet.

My friends figured if everyone knew, then what was to lose if I tried talking to him? Then I realized the worst right when I walked up to him; what if Embry knew I liked him? He was nice when I froze up and walked off. He offered me a wave while his friends snickered in the midst of me running away to the nearest cluster of people for an exit; the makeshift bar.

That was my first mistake.

I downed at least three cupfuls by the time I got in the water. I couldn't walk straight anymore. I figured the next best thing was to float and bobble till I could feel my knees again. I nearly sunk like a rock when I saw Embry drop his shirt at the shoreline. I swear the water got warmer when he swam in.

I'd usually pretend I didn't see Embry, then probably get out of the water for good measure. But young and drunk is a bad combination. Instead I swam up right next to him.

"Hey Winnie." He was nice enough to say hi when he noticed me, because Embry is too polite and sweet for the average teenager. His hair was down, the long brown mane stuck to the back of his neck and shoulders.

"Hi." For one measly word, I managed to slur it. I still turn red at the memory of that goofy grin I gave him.

"You look like you're having a good time. Are you good?" He chuckled at how drunk I was. He made my school girl dreams a reality when he inched closer to put a supporting hand at the back of my neck, just in case he had to pull me up if I went under.

"Super." I barely held my head up over a wave. The tide almost sent me drifting, but Embry's hand caught me before I got swept off. A firm hand holding me at the curve of my shoulder, another keeping me close by the small of my back. He pulled me in so close our knees kept softly colliding underwater, and I could see the water sticking to his lashes.

"I know you're a tough girl and all, but being this far out when you're this tipsy isn't the best idea." Embry looped an arm around me, his hand going from my lower back to the curve of my hip. I was so wasted I didn't remember how I let out a pleased hum till the morning after. "Let's get you to the kiddie pool."

"Embry, I should have asked you ou—"

The ocean pulled back far, then a wave silenced me. Half the beach was pushed back towards the shore. It crashed on top of us, flattening us into the sand. Water burned up my nose while mouthfuls of it were so cold then salty it stung like battery acid as it forced its way down. The tides flipped me against my will, threatening to pull my neck in the opposite direction of my body was dragged towards. Just when I thought I found the ocean floor, a second wave landed on me. The only thing I could do was thrash and hope I figured out where the surface was.

"Winnie!" Embry and I were ripped apart. But he went back for me. He pulled me up by my elbows, helping me up to feet. "You're alright, you're alright..."

The rush of cold wasn't what made me figure it out. No, the piercing wolf whistle was the giveaway. Then the laughing broke out.

The wave knock off the bikini.

The top was drifting towards shore, while the bottoms were dragged off towards the sea.

I was too scared to even cry or shout. All I could manage was a dunk back into the water in a weak attempt to hide. I grabbed what I could, reached around and clutched with a white knuckle grip till skin threatened to rip.

The whole beach was laughing at me, even the sea was cackling. The louder they laughed, the more exposed my skin felt. The entire student body saw every inch of my body. They saw all of it, all tongue, cheeks, and lips. No matter how much more I sunk into the ocean, they couldn't unsee it.

If I had just one or the other half on, I would have made a run for it. But both my hands were only enough for one of the other, not that much skin. I wasn't sure if the salt in my eyes or the humiliation that made the tears well up.

"Look at me." Then there was Embry, blocking me from the crowd as much as he could. I only caught a glance of him before he came in and out of my blurry vision. A sweatshirt billowed around me and resisted the water before being weighed down then sinking. The fabric was cold rather than comforting from all the water.

"Just look at me." Embry assured, pulling the sweatshirt as far down as it'll go before helping me to my feet. I didn't even know he ran to shore and back to get this.

Our hands clutch at each other as I stumbled back up shore. I was so wasted, if I let go I felt like I would land into the sand. I didn't even bother to get my stuff. Instead, I immediately rushed across the beach, hurried past the parked cars and ignored the pointing and cellphones as much as I could. I picked up some speed when the sand gave away to solid dirt and grass.

Even far away from everyone, and I still felt completely naked.

"Winnie," Embry slowed down, pulling us to stop. The humiliation sobered me up, and the realization had hit me so suddenly a headache rushed to the front of my head. I pulled back, only to find out how much I needed the support to stand up straight. My head aware but legs were still drunk, I stumbled over my own feet till I landed into a tree.

"I'm not gonna bother even asking if you're okay, when I know you're not. Can I drive you home? Take you to get some food?" Embry reached for me, offering a hand like he done all night. It was then I noticed he was shaking, still shirtless to the waist down, he was soaking wet.

"The whole school just saw me naked." I rasped, nearing hyperventilation. I could feel the burn of the alcohol again, only this time rising back up instead of down.

"At least you're drunk." He didn't answer. Not with a lame lie about how no one saw me to spare my feelings, which I appreciated the honesty more than the fleeting comfort. But he didn't say yes either.

"Help me change schools. Or dump my body somewhere." I keeled over, not sure if I was going to throw up or just needed a place to hide. I couldn't stand it. Every curve and inch of my body felt polished, pinched and rubbed from all the eyes. I felt violated.

"I'm sorry, Winnie. I'm so sorry." Embry apologized, hugging his arms across his chest, sending water everywhere.

"You didn't have to. It wasn't your fault."

"It wasn't your fault either." Embry pointed out. "Is there anything I can do? Anything?"

"Not unless you can go back in time and drown me instead," My legs finally gave out from under me and I landed into the grass with a thump that made Embry jumped. "I'm just gonna sit here."

I needed a moment from all the running, from all the laughing, from all of the last few hours of my life. The party could still be heard from the beach, the music and crackle of the bonfire floated over the treetops to us.

"You don't have to have to stay." I said to Embry who instead lowered down next to me. Not too fast though, as if it'll make me motion sick.

"Not a chance." Embry's hand landed on my knee, then gave it a squeeze that made me even dizzier. "I'm staying till you feel better."

"I just flashed the entire school, and all in front of the guy I like. I'm not gonna feel better till I graduate."

"Lucky guy then." Embry chuckled, the rumble made my stomach do an excited leap. Then immediately lurched afterwards like I might throw up. "You should have taken him out to dinner first, Winnie."

"I doubt he'll say yes if I ask now." I clutched my legs to my chest, and hoped it would help lessen the nausea.

"No, he'll definitely say yes now. He'll be crazy not to. Who wouldn't want to see you from head to toe again?" My heart jumped so hard it rammed into my rib cage. The earth tilted on its edge, and nearly sent me toppling over into the grass. I had to hold my breath so I wouldn't have gasped.

"Whose the guy you like? Do I know him?" Embry asked, his voice threatening to crack a bit at the end like puberty. Drunken me had the urge to say him of course, apparently the whole school knew, which meant Embry should have known too. Yet, I still couldn't live with it. How was I suppose to even say, 'I know that you know I like you.' Let alone even ask a boy out? I was fifteen and hopeless and awkward like everyone else. Then I was fifteen, hopeless, awkward, and butt naked to everyone on the Rez.

"You know him." I slurred the ending. "You definitely know him."

"So I'm guessing someone in our grade." Embry thinks it's over, his face going serious. "It's Jared Cameron isn't it? Every girl has a crush on him. But Kim had first dips since preschool—"

"It's not Jared Cameron," I shook my head to myself. "It's someone I've liked since the fifth grade. Then tonight my friends clued me in on how everyone already knew I have the biggest crush on them. Which just makes this night that much more humiliating." I buried my face into the tops of my knees, ready for the ground to swallow me whole. It felt like finding out you're actually the biggest idiot in the room and everyone had been laughing at you the whole time, but add nudity to that nightmare. I've never felt so hollowed our before.

"Don't tell me it's Paul Lahote." He groaned, throwing his head back. If half the girls in our grade haven't liked Jared Cameron since kindergarten, then the other half had a crush on Paul Lahote. "I didn't take you for one of those people who like a bad boy type."

"No, Lahote is too much of a hot head." If it hadn't been such a humiliating night I would have laughed. "The guy I like is the nicest person I know. My favorite thing I like about him is how he's the sweetest guy to anyone and everyone."

"Sounds like a winner," Embry nodded solemnly, grinding his foot into the dirt.

"He helped me tonight." I heard the slurred words before I realized I said them. A long silent moment passed before the implications of my words weighed me down. I almost cursed but everything was slowed down and delayed by the alcohol. I didn't turn red till his eyes locked on mine, "No, wait—"

I didn't get to finish, Embry closed the gap between us. He hesitated, stopping against my nose. Every hair on my body stood up on end, my body threatening to shake. He swallowed, leaned in further, with his hands reaching up to grasp me around my hips then he hesitated once more, and dropped them.

Our eyes locked, the longing gaze the only thing between us.

Embry didn't hesitate again. He closed in on me, not stopping this time till our lips met. He cupped my face to bring me in closer, the other getting tangled in my wet hair. Just as we were about to deepen the kiss there was a burst.

"Yeah, get it Call!"

"Call is making out with the school slut!"

We didn't break apart, we jumped apart. A group of drunk boys hooted and cheered as they broke through the tree line, the phones shining lights on me as they recorded everything. I stumbled back, I felt naked all over again. But this time naked and damned like a burning woman at the stake.

"Hey!" Embry squared his shoulders, shielding me as much as his scrawny fifteen year old body could. Him being shirtless made everything seem worse than it actuality was. It was almost as horrible as the beach just twenty minutes before. I didn't wait for the boys to stop recording, or for them to hoist Embry on their shoulders or whatever.

I bolted.

Wasted, humiliated, wobbly and sore from the entire night; I ran.

And I never spoke to Embry Call again.

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Chapter 1 🟢

Sabrina Jones is known for being the life of the party. Any given Friday night you can find her at any one of the local clubs or bars in Melbourne, but this story isnt about Sabrina.

This Story is about an introverted homebody, Zoe Burns to be exact. Zoe works hard to come home and sleep hard. She's happy with her Calm waters. She had the Power to make waves, but thats not her style. Even When others had something to Say, She didnt Care. Its her life, she Should do as she pleases right?

Zoe first met Sabrina when they were 19 and freshman in College. When Zoe Walked into her first lecture, it was Packed. There were very few seats open, indicating Musicology is a very popular course. Her eyes scanned the room, there were very few Open seats. One next to 3 boys slouched into their chairs, seeming to clutch their small fanny packs over their chests. Weird. They all looked like douchebaggy soccer players.

"Hell no " Zoe Whispers to herself. As she wandered further into the lecture hall, another seat became visible. Next to the empty seat there were 4 girls talking about Choreography and lyrics. Feeling confident, Zoe introduces herself and asked to sit down. All of their heads whipped around, their eyes scraping over Zoe head to toe.

"we're good.”

Said one of the girls before they all turned back to whatever they were doing. Zoe not comptetely sure of what just happened, turns and continues looking for a seat, She knew there was a reason for being early.

Just as Zoe was ready to admit defeat and just sit on the floor for the rest of the semester, a small girl with dark hair popped up from her seat, frantically waving Zoe over. The girl was stunning! She had hazel eyes and Small freckles littered all over her round Cheeks and the brightest smile Zoe had ever seen.

"Over here!" She Called. Zoe was caught off gaurd by the girts excitment. After the last interaction she had with her class mates Zoe didn’t expect much from the strangers in her class. Regardless, She squeezed past a few People to Claim her seat. As Zoe sits down the girl introduces herself as Sabrina Jones. Zoe returns the Sabrina’s kindness and introduced herself to Sabrina. That was the beginning of an unbreakable bond.

The girls never spent much time apart after becoming friends. After graduating from RMIT together, they moved into an apartment in Sabrina's hometown, Melvern. Felix, Sabrina's boyfriend moved in a few months after the girls had settled in. Sabrina met Felix at Some Club in Melbourne and says they “Zinged”.

Zoe only had 1 boyfriend throughout College. She didnt See that going very far so she broke it off. All he ever did was play video games and cheat off other students come exam time. The cheaters always disgusted Zoe…

Boys and dating were never her strong suit. She tried but always found herself more interested in her kdrama or book. When they would text it would be hours before there would be a reply. Zoe knew she sucked at dating so she just never really put effort into it. She was happy with herself.

Although working and watching TV doesn’t apeal to all, it apeals to her. After Coming home from a long day as a vocal coach for local Chair groups and organizations. She’ll immediately B line to the bathroom so she can relax in a hot bath with all of her favorite body oils and scents, Or she’ll be wrapped up in her warm comfy bed with her teddy bear David, a hot cup of coffee and a couple candles burning. Her career isn’t exactly what she wants but she’s happy to lend a hand when it’s needed. It also pays really well.

Zoe's little life pleases her. She loves her people and take pride in the fact that they are genine. They way she sees it her life is perfect as is.

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Authors Notes:

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Tear You Apart

Miguel O’Hara one shot where you purposely piss him off so he’ll pay more attention to you. Boy, you should’ve thought that one through.

18+

tumblr always fucks up my italics and underlines. sigh. let’s pretend i’m not too lazy to go back through and redo them

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You cross your legs over one another as you lean against the taxi’s door, pushing yourself into the corner so hard as if you could disappear like a hermit into a cave. Your heart pangs a bit in your chest, guilt rising to your throat.

No. No, this is well deserved. An outsider’s perspective would call you selfish, insensitive. But you’re not the only one who sacrificed things when you fell in love with NYC’s finest Spider-Man. You almost chuckle to yourself. Loved and feared by millions, it’s such a fine line. Thousands would kill to be in your place, so at least be grateful… right?

That’s what they’d say because they idolize him. You did too once, so you understand to an extent. But you know him as Miguel—your Miguel. It seems he doesn’t see himself that way anymore, though. Lately, it’s as if he’s Spider-Man all the time.

Dinner gone cold, nights spent alone with his side of the bed untouched—you untouched—notes instead of conversation. You tried to let it go, and you brought it up. You two always communicate with one another before it gets out of hand.

You open your phone to take another look at his text just an hour ago. Last night he promised you two would go out tonight, for dinner and drinks. Then time at home, a movie, and maybe a bath. You were excited.

Miguel <3

Gonna be late, meeting with the Commissioner.

(10:03 p.m ✓)

You chuckle to yourself bitterly as you place your phone back down into your lap, the hem of your dress riding up your thighs a little too much. Satin black, the exact dress you were wearing the night you two met. You haven’t worn it again since, he gets a bit handsy when he notices the way other men look at you; pulling you tighter, squeezing your ass. He gets jealous, very jealous, and so easily.

It’s perfect for the occasion. Not only that, but it draws the eye of a lot of people; not that you need the dress to do that.

The taxi pulls up to the curb outside of the bar you directed him to, people lingering around the entrance, smoking and talking and laughing. You should’ve invited your friends but you knew this night out wasn’t going to last too long. Only until Miguel notices you’re gone.

You know it won’t take long either. Not when he notices that your location is off.

After showing your ID to the bouncer and ordering a drink at the bar—something sweet, the way you like it—you sip it leisurely as you stand alone and watch the people around you. It’s packed in here, which you expected. It’s a Saturday night after all. It’s so loud you can hardly hear the jukebox playing despite it being maybe ten feet away. It hums a tired tune you can’t quite decipher but you can feel the melody in your fingertips.

You hold the cool glass as your lips wrap around the thin black straw, eyes darting around the room. You notice couples amongst it all and your heart sinks further. You miss Miguel, it should’ve been both of you standing here, talking and laughing over one another, fading into the background like any other couple. He’d become flushed with whiskey and he’d begin to grab at you knowingly and kiss your head. He just couldn’t help but show you off and parade you two together.

Miguel has never cared for the attention of other women, none but yours. He shows you off specifically so women stay away and men can be envious.

You’re deep in thought, back against the walls as you cross your ankle behind the other and realize your straw is simply stirring the ice with no drink left. You clear your throat, placing it on a high top nearby as you check your phone.

Miguel <3

Where are you?

(11:09 p.m ✓)

Mi Vida?

(11:10 p.m ✓)

?

(11:10 p.m ✓)

Miguel <3 Missed Call (2)

Miguel <3

Did you turn your location off?

(11:11 p.m ✓)

Miguel <3 Missed Call (1)

Miguel <3

??

(11:14 p.m ✓)

You don’t open your phone because your read receipts are on and your stomach hangs in guilt. Maybe you should go home. Maybe you should call him, it’s been about fifteen minutes since his last text and you’re wondering what could be going through his head right now.

You start to think maybe you’ve gone too far with this all. But before you can weigh the consequences of it, you feel hot breath on the side of your face, as well as grazing fingertips on your arm. The breath is hot and reeks of alcohol and stale peanuts and you physically cringe. The touch is unfamiliar, cold, and you instantly know it isn’t Miguel by the height of the mouth and the feel of his fingers.

You lower your phone and there’s a short, blonde man stumbling next to you. You firmly pull your arm away, tsking to yourself in disgust. You’re no damsel in distress and you certainly don’t find the need to be polite to some drunken asshole.

“Can I help you?” You sneer.

The man drunkenly smiles which makes you cringe. You’re taller than him in your heels and you’ve never realized what a short man epidemic there was in New York.

“What’s a pretty girl—“

“Like me doing in a place like this all alone?” You finish his sentence with an eye roll. What a cliche. “I’m waiting for someone.” You murmur to yourself, wishing you had just stayed home.

“That’s not what I see.” He slurs, stumbling slightly as he leans against the wall next to you. “If you were mine I’d never let you go out like that alone.” His eyes crawl up and down your body, glued to your exposed thighs. It makes your skin crawl.

“I guess it’s a good thing she isn’t.” A voice rips from behind the man and your head turns so fast your neck almost snaps at the speed. There Miguel stood, his tall, broad body a clear contrast against the blonde man’s, able to see from his breastplate above. He’s in his casual clothes; casual for home, not too casual for going out, though. A black t-shirt and gray sweatpants that both hug him in the best ways.

The man turns around after hearing Miguel’s intimidating, rich voice, first face to face with his chest before craning back his neck. He mumbles something before quickly scurrying away. You hug yourself as you push back into the wall, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. Miguel chuckles, lifting his chin as he takes you in.

Taking a large step forward and closing the distance between you two, he momentarily closes his eyes and exhales through his nose as you cross your arms over your chest and look up to him through large, guilt-ridden eyes. He gives a tight-lipped smile, pissed but maintaining his composure.

He’s so tall and there are only a few moments where you’ve felt intimidated by it; now was one of those times. His eyes rake over your figure, his large hand coming up so his fingers pad along your skin. He hums to himself, watching the way his fingers dance along your exposed shoulder. “You look nice, Mami.”

He inhales sharply again as he steps closer, little distance between the two of you now. Your head cranes back to look up at him. “I haven’t seen this dress in a while.” He remarks as he smooths a finger over the thin strap running up your shoulder.

“You’re here.” You say flatly. No, no you don’t feel bad, not at all. He broke his promise, he abandoned you again.

“You wanted my attention? Well, you got it.” Miguel whispers, lowering himself to your ear level as he takes a loose strand of hair between his thumb and forefinger to inspect. His calmness even when he’s infuriated is admirable, yet all the more intimidating.

“Do I?” You question with furrowed brows, pushing up onto your feet fully as you lean in to enunciate your point, eyes moving between both of his brown ones. They seem darker tonight. You cross your arms back over your chest. “Because it seems like I have to do a hell of a lot to get it.” Your nose scrunches as you whisper harshly, which he notices. He’s always thought it was cute, his eyes landing on your nose before flickering back to your eyes.

“¿Que se supone que significa eso?” He growls, getting as much in your face as you’re in his. It isn’t violent, no, it isn’t accusatory. It’s hurt. “What is that supposed to mean?” He repeats, now in English.

“You promised—!”

“I know what I promised.” He slices a firm hand through the air, exhaling slowly as his eyes fall shut. “You know I’d rather be with you but I’m working. I work so you don’t have to worry, so you can be safe.”

Miguel wipes a hand down his face as he sighs again, shaking his head again. “We’re going home.”

“You’re going home. I’m having a good time.” You back away, leaning back against the wall to resume looking at the others around you.

“It really seems like it.” Miguel tilts his head to survey your expression before grabbing your arm. “We’re leaving.”

You pull your arm from his grasp. Miguel grits his teeth, shaking his head. “You’re going to stay?”

You nod. He breathes out slowly, calming himself as his face grows neutral. He nods to himself, which causes you to raise a brow. “Fine. Don’t mind me, then.”

You cock a brow. “You’re staying?”

“If you are.” He nods, leaning against the wall next to you.

You huff in annoyance, rolling your eyes as you leave him and strut back to the bar to order another drink. You wait patiently, leaning against the bar top as your eyes scan the drink specials written on a chalkboard. You settle for another sweet drink.

The bartender turns to you, wiping his hands with a towel before throwing it over his shoulder. Your eyes wander his chest and his large muscles and you smile while batting your lashes. He flashes a perfect set of teeth, bright beneath the LED lights. “What can I get for you, darling?”

“Can I have a long island?” You smile, leaning in and pushing your breasts together with your inner arms. He notices this, eyes trailing to your chest before flickering back to your face with a smile. He nods. “Anything for a pretty girl like you.”

You hum a smile, acting coy. That’s one thing that stood out with Miguel when you first met him; he didn’t bombard you with sweet talk that you’re sure he used with any pretty girl who showed him the smallest shred of attention. No, he was just charming in himself, the way you spoke with such respect and confidence. So sad that something so basic can become so unheard of and wanted.

You miss your lover and you wish you didn’t have to be in this situation, but you’re both too stubborn to back down, even when each other is at risk. But you both know that you couldn’t shake him even if you tried.

You look over your shoulder as you wait for your drink, Miguel standing a few tables away, simply watching you as his arms cross over his chest and his thumb taps his forearm. He’s jealous but he’s giving you your space. He stands so tall above the crowd, he’s like a beacon for you to always come back to. God, he’s so tall. It would almost be intimidating if you didn’t know any better.

After giving your last name for your tab, the bartender slides your drink across the counter top and you grab it with light hands, sipping it flirtatiously with thanks. He’s too busy to keep his eye on you, to entertain you though; he has a job to do, after all.

You lean against the bar, poking your ass out with an arched back as you sip your drink slowly, humming to yourself. Your hair gathers to one side over your shoulder as you look up at the LED lights with a squint. A sigh escapes your lips as you wonder how long Miguel will let this charade run until he’s dragging you out by force.

You make a choice: you flag down the bartender and close out your tab, taking one last drag from your drink before pushing yourself from the bar and slipping through the crowd and out the bar door. Despite your apartment being about twenty blocks away, you turn on the sidewalk and begin walking. You don’t bother to look behind you to know Miguel is close behind.

You turn a corner into an abandoned alley, hearing Miguel’s footsteps follow you. As soon as you’re in deep enough, you turn around and forcefully push his abdomen in the direction of the wall, though he doesn’t budge. You scowl aloud, throwing your hands up in frustration.

“Fuck you!” You yell. He grabs your elbows so you can’t move or push him further.

He’s silent. You push at him again, trying to free yourself, but it doesn’t work. Your anger is boiling over at this point.

You push against him again and he lets go, the both of you staring at one another as your lips part in a pant. He looks just as angry as you are and for good reason.

“I didn’t know where you were.” He mumbles, shaking his head. “Do you know what that’s like? I thought someone might’ve…” He can’t even bring himself to finish his sentence. He swallows.

“And thank god Lyla could ping your location after dumping your phone.” He mutters under his breath with a head shake, letting out a bitter chuckle.

“You dumped my phone?” Your brows furrow in anger as your tone fluctuates as you scoff.

“What did you want me to do? You were gone, your location was off. What am I supposed to do?” Miguel grits his teeth.

You almost laugh in his face at the way he feels so entitled. “Has it ever occurred to you that I could just be out? I have a life outside you, you know.”

You both stare at one another again. The way the yellow street light hits the side of his face makes his features look softer than usual, and you know it’s pure illusion, considering how pissed he is. “I think you should leave.” You mumble, crossing your arms as you stare at your feet. Your lashes are feeling extra heavy right now. “…For a few days.”

Miguel shakes his head, his anger boiling over. “¿Cómo me puedos preguntar eso? Hm?” He grabs you by your shoulders so you’re forced to look at him. He mutters in Spanish under his breath, shaking his head again. You’re still learning, but you know the extent of what he’s saying; how could you say such a thing? Ask him to leave you.

“I’m not leaving you.” He says firmly. Tears well in your eyes, you push at him, but his hands go to grab your arms again so you can’t push him. You pull away but still, he doesn’t budge.

A push and a smack, a kick, it’s all effective. He’s bent down so you’re face to face, breathing so heavily, tears streaming down your face. Your heart is heavy and you miss him already, despite him standing in front of you. And in the heat of the moment, you throw yourself at him instead, attaching your lips to his as you, at first, kiss him deeply.

Miguel grabs the small of your back, pulling him against you harshly as he straightens up and picks you up to follow, your lips never parting as your kisses become more and more hungry and needy. You bite down on his bottom lip harshly and he winces a groan, fingertips digging into your back and a hand cupping your ass in what could be support, but you know better; he could lift you with one arm if need be.

Your feet meet ground again and he pushes you into the building behind you as he hunches down to meet your mouth. Your hands stroke his face gently as he finds the back of your thigh to lift your leg against his side. You pull away, breathing heavily as he kisses your cheek, trailing kisses down to your chin and neck as you dive your hands to dig into his thick hair.

You tug at his roots as he leaves sloppy kisses down your skin, licking and nipping as you pant into open air over his shoulder. You can see his back, one hand sauntering down to scratch back up it as he groans into your ear. With one hand lifting your leg, the other tangles into your hair, his thumb resting on your cheek as his fingers tug at your scalp.

Your eyes pinch shut as you buck your hips, your cunt exposed to the air as he pushes into you, growing wetter and wetter with every kiss that’s planted on your skin.

Miguel feverishly kisses you again, but only for a moment before pulling away and looking at you with parted lips. Your cheeks are still wet, wiping at your tears. You swallow thickly, taking a moment to breathe and realize the predicament you’ve both found yourself in.

“What do you want mi vida?” He breathes a whisper.

Your hands find your way back to his cheeks, holding his face and analyzing his features to appreciate the man in front of you. Your thumbs stroke his cheeks. “You.” You whisper.

Miguel nods, straightening up as he lets your leg down gently before gripping your waist, pulling you into him, kneeling down so you can lock your arms around his neck. With one last look around, he shoots a web out and you two are pulled from the ground in seconds, speeding up the building's side as he keeps one arm locked around your waist. Before you can reach the top, he shoots another, swinging from building to building as you hike your legs up to secure yourself. You brush over his bulging erection and he sighs a quick groan, now swinging faster.

Now amongst higher buildings, Miguel shoots his webbing mid-swing against a very tall apartment building, creating a thick webbed-like bed that he swings into and lays you down on. You gasp, afraid to let go. He knows you hate heights.

“I’ve got you.” He purrs, coming down on top of you, two hands on either side of your head. “I’ve got you baby.”

You look around you, the wind blowing in your face as you see the city twinkle below you. You’re tucked into a small nook near the roof, your arms never leaving his back as you hold on. You look back at him, seeing his eyes are dark with lust. “Couldn’t wait to get home?”

He shakes his head, his fangs poking just below his bottom lip as he looks at you with parted lips. Oh. He dives back into your neck, kissing you as his hands pin your hips to the web, grinding harshly against your cunt. You moan out, and he nips you a little too hard with his fangs, causing you to wince and cry out a bit into his ear.

He shushes you, picking you up off the web so he can grind into your harsher as you let out a whimper. He hovers above you, looking down at the friction between you two. Miguel licks his lips at your desperation, his claws digging into your ass as he lifts you up, not enough pressure to break the skin but enough to make you stir in his arms.

You buck your hips against his hardness, wanting it to hit your clit just right. He lets out a low chuckle.

“So impatient.” Miguel tsks.

You moan. “Please.”

“Why should I?” He pauses his movements which causes you to let out a whimper at the loss of pressure. You shake your head.

“Trying to make me jealous?” He kisses your chest slowly but doesn’t resume grinding which makes you pout. He hums between the kisses, vibrating your skin. “Make me watch you as you parade yourself to other men.” He sighs into your skin.

“You’re mine.” One hand comes up beneath you to grip your hair harshly, pulling it so your head tilts upwards. He bites your breast, puncturing it slightly with his fangs, crimson blood pooling at the small wound. You moan mixed with a wince. “Say it.”

You hesitate. Not because you’re unsure but because all that’s on your mind is pure sex and you can’t concentrate. He pulls your hair again which causes you to whimper. “Say it.” He demands. “You’re mine. You will always be mine.”

You pant out. His tone is demanding and aggressive, staking his claim over you. “I’m yours.” You nod, swallowing gently. “I’ll always be yours.”

“Good girl.” He whispers into your ear, releasing his grip on your hair and running his hands down your sides to lift your ass up and stroke into you.

“You want this?” He asks and you nod, pleading with him as you whine.

Without another word, he untucks himself from his pants, aggressively pulling your dress up. No time for foreplay, not when you’re this wet.

Palming his cock, he wipes his finger over his tip before aligning it with your cunt, swiping it up and down your slit as you shudder and moan, clenching at the feeling already. You let out a high moan as he continues to swipe up and down, slapping it onto the top of your pussy before inserting the tip into your entrance slowly.

You gasp. Even after all this time, you’re still shocked by how big he is. It fills you every time, stretching you out to remember it. He gives a little push and quickly pulls out, teasing your entrance and you fall into a string of moans and curses as he cups the top of your pussy and rubs your clit.

“Fuck,” your eyes fall close as your brows pull together. Miguel shushes you again.

“It’s not even in yet baby, not all the way. Yet you’re a mess for me.” He whispers, igniting chills over your skin.

He completely thrusts into you with no warning, walking your cunt up and pushing it to make room for him. Miguel has always been slow, sensual, considerate, but not right now. No, you pissed him off, and now he’s taking it out on you. You wince, the feeling of it all being too much.

Falling into you, one hand presses down on your lower stomach as he leans onto his other arm, fisting your hair. “You can take it.” He says as he begins to pound you with little mercy, causing you to lose your own voice and go mute for a moment.

“That’s it, you can take it.” He purrs and you find your voice again, deeply inhaling as you let out soft cries. Your walls adjust around him, allowing him access as his tip hits something deep inside you, hammering it over and over in a mix of pain and pleasure.

His face buries into your neck as he moans uncontrollably, though he hates to give you the satisfaction of knowing you love when he’s vocal. He’s teaching you a lesson, he cannot let himself fall blind within his pleasure deep within your pussy.

It feels as if something is missing, that you’re incomplete as your clit is unattended to since he usually takes care of it himself. Your hand falls down to your clit and he snatches it back before you can touch yourself, holding it up against your head as you scratch his back in retaliation, shaking his head. “Good girls deserve good things. But you weren’t very nice, were you…?”

You whine, clenching around him which causes him to grit his teeth as he yanks at your scalp. He pumps into your harsher, if that were even possible, faster, as if in a blind rage. Your entrance begins to burn at the friction, but it feels so good, you can’t bring yourself to protest.

Your stomach begins to bulge and feel full, bloated. His hand goes back down and rests on it, feeling the way he fills you and loving it. He lets out a long moan followed by a curse, his head falling back as he slows his strokes, grinding into you at a much more controlled pace.

Your hand travels to his abdomen, feeling the hardness of it and the way he flexes as he strokes into you. Now towering above you, his other hand coming up to rest over yours. You can feel the web sag beneath your combined weight, though you can’t bring yourself to be cautious or care enough about it snapping.

You’re dating Spider-man, after all. Though unpleasant and embarrassing, he’d save you.

You love the way he feels beneath your fingertips. You feel yourself tighten up, clenching around him as you’re riding to the top of your upcoming orgasm. He can tell, moving his hand from atop yours to cup your face. “You want to cum, baby?”

You nod, lips parted as you breathe out in pants. He rubs your face, his other hand moving to squeeze the inside of your thigh as he cradles your face. Miguel sighs with a nod. He’s feeling generous tonight.

“You want to cum all over my cock, mi belle?” He encourages the question and you moan in reply. He nods to himself, holding himself back as well.

His thumb goes down to rub your clit and you choke on your whine, slightly raising yourself up only for him to push you back down into the web. “Cum for me mami.”

The sensation of his cock hitting your spot and his thumb sensually rubbing your clit pushes you over and edge and you gasp out in silence, Miguel rocking into you at a consistent rate so you’re filled up to the brim, unsure whether or not you can contain yourself. Everything swims in your head: your fight, the way he kissed you, the way he held your elbows until you calmed down.

“Fuck!” You scream out as you reach your climax, pulling Miguel down into you as you wrap your arms and legs around him in need of him closer as he fucks you. You bury your face into his neck, breathing hard as you go rigid against him and he holds you in his arms, whispering sweet words into your ear as he kisses your cheek gently.

“Fuck,” you breathe out another cry as your legs shake.

As you ride out your high, your cunt tingling as your body falls into itself, Miguel picks up his pace in fucking you as he groans and moans into your skin and you clench against his cock.

“Oh fuck, I love you.” He moans as he leaves sloppy, wet kisses along your collarbone, spreading your ass apart as he fills you with cum. You feel his cock twitch inside you, that’s how big he is so that you’re left with little leeway, and you feel a warmth within your stomach as he pounds into your cervix. You rub his back as you pant, returning his comforting praise as he did you.

He empties his seed into you. “Never leave me.” He pleads amongst his high, and you agree, feeling the way his strokes become sloppy, messy. “I’ll never leave you.” You whisper as he groans, pulling out of you with a sigh, looking down between the two of you as he pants.

Sweat gleams his forehead and you push back his hair from his face, admiring the way he glows atop you with swollen lips parted in heavy breath. He pulls your dress down before tucking himself back into his pants, your legs falling from his sides as he kisses you deeply.

“I…” He begins, trailing off, dropping his head with a sigh. “Los siento, mi amor.”

You hush him, bringing a finger to his lips to stop him. He kisses it and you smile. “I shouldn’t have made you jealous.” You admit, caressing his face as you push his hair back. “I just… wanted you to pay attention to me.”

“I always do mi vida.” He kisses you again. “But I haven’t done a good job of expressing it lately, have I?”

You shake your head and he chuckles. “I’ll do better.” He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear and you nod in agreement.

“Okay.” You hum, smiling as you peck a quick kiss on his lips. “Let’s go home then, yeah? It’s freezing.” You shiver slightly.

He chuckles with a nod, pulling you close to him as he shoots out a web. “Let’s go home.”

[mumms-the-word]

Abducted

I'm challenging myself to do this BG3 February Fic challenge, forcing myself to write a little bit each day. Feel free to follow this sporadic journey! We'll see if I keep it up.

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What was Tav doing when they were abducted?

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This was Dani’s favorite part of their set as the Merry Rovers. The big finale song, with Brannon on the lyre and his daughter Liara on the lute, Paraxxel keeping up the beat on his drums and Kellen embellishing it all with his flute. While Brann and Lee carried the weight of the song with their instruments and voices, Dani sawed her way through harmonies and melodies on her fiddle as the tempo picked up with every verse, flashing a goading grin at Paraxxel when he gave them the warning rhythm that he was about to really pick up the pace.

She and that snarky dragonborn were always trying to challenge one another. But she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of thinking she was worried.

Dani caught a brief glimpse of Brann’s fleeting eyeroll, but though he simplified his strumming on the lyre, every word he sung of that last, breakneck round was sung with sharp accuracy, far better than any of the half-drunk or well-past-drunk voices in the crowd that tried to keep up with him. Once that last, speedy verse was complete, they sang through the chorus, with Dani’s bow flying across the strings, and ended with their own personal embellishments, Dani’s bow high in the air on the last note. The crowd broke into raucous (if drunken) applause, stamping their feet and beating on the tables.

Brann held up a hand for quiet, waiting patiently as it took a bit for their crowd to settle. When they did, he gestured for Dani to begin their farewell song. Still sweating from the last verse, she leveled her bow against the strings of her fiddle and coaxed it to the first gentle bars of music.

“Never have we stood before such an adoring audience,” Brann said, smiling slightly. Dani flicked her gaze to Liara, who twitched her eyebrows up, both of them amused by her father’s lie. They’d played for plenty of adoring audiences, and livelier ones too. But neither of them interrupted their fearless leader. “Much as we might wish to stay and play for you until the wee hours of the morn, this must be our farewell.”

“Not farewell, Father,” Liara said, on cue. Practiced and perfect as always. “How about…till we meet again?”

The crowd, as if also sensing their cue, gave a smattering of applause and a few hearty whistles. Brann nodded and readied his lyre. 

“Till we meet again, then,” he said. “Raise your glasses, lads, to the hope of reunion. And plenty of merry songs between now and when we meet again!”

The five of them lined up on the edge of the stage, with Dani playing her fiddle and Brann plucking a few supporting chords on the lyre. As a group, they raised their voices in practiced harmony for the well-known chorus:

So fill to me the parting glass

And drink a health whate’er befalls

Then gently rise and softly call

Goodnight and joy be to you all

Goodnight and joy be to you all

They took their bows amidst a final burst of applause and were soon off the stage. While Brann stayed behind to collect their payment from the barkeep (and remain conveniently in view should any patrons feel generous enough to toss a few coins his way as thanks for the entertainment), Dani and the others squeezed themselves into a booth in one corner to wolf down a well-earned dinner. As usual, Liara and Kellen took one side, practically joined at the hip, leaving the other booth seat for Dani and Paraxxel. Brann dragged over a chair to join them after a while, setting down both a plate of food for himself and a leather bag with a bit of coin inside.

“What’s the score, Brann?” Paraxxel asked, deftly blocking Dani’s hand as she tried to sneak a bit of roasted potato from off his plate. Dani huffed and reached for Liara’s plate instead.

“Not our best, but we have a bit extra tonight,” Brann said. “We could have done much worse.”

“How much extra?” Dani asked, leaning closer, golden eyes bright. Depending on how much money they got from tonight, she had a few plans in mind. A few adventures to be had, perhaps.

Brann didn’t answer immediately, chewing his food patiently, as if there weren’t four pairs of highly interested eyes on him. He even took a second bite, chewing and swallowing without a word. As he went in for his third, Liara threw up her hands.

“Dad! Don’t keep us in suspense!” She scooted closer to him. “How much extra?”

Brann lowered his fork, bite uneaten, his lips twitching at a smile he was too proud to show. “Something to the tune of a few gold pieces for each of us.”

Paraxxel nodded with smug satisfaction, Dani gasped, and Liara clapped her hands with delight, immediately reached for both of Kellen’s hands. 

“Did you hear that, darling?” she said. “In the morning we should go back by that dress shop and—“

“In the morning,” Brann said sternly, “we need to make way to the Basilisk Gate. The earlier we get there, the sooner we can get through any pointless checkpoints and start getting more gigs on the books.”

Liara groaned. “Dad, Lower City isn’t going anywhere. It’ll only be a teensy detour.”

Kellen gave one of her hands a squeeze. “Whatever you want from the shop, I can run over and pick it up while you all go on ahead.”

“That’s not the point, K,” she whined. She slipped her hands from his and propped her elbows on the table, her chin and cheeks cupped in her hands like a pouty child. “I wanted to go together and shop…”

Dani giggled and nudged Liara’s foot with her own under the table. “Chin up, Lee. Whatever you would have spent there, my mama could make you for half the price, and probably twice as pretty.”

“But that’s not shopping with K,” Liara mumbled. “Just us. Alone…”

“In a shop,” Paraxxel said dryly. His restless leg was already showing, his knee bouncing under the table, making some of the utensils clatter against the table. “Hardly a romantic date.”

“Like you would know a romantic date if it bit you on the scaly ass, Axxel.”

“Hey, keep my ass out of this.”

“And stop bouncing!” She aimed a kick under the table, but caught Dani’s shin instead.

“Ow! Lee!”

“Enough,” Brann said. He shot hard looks at all of them except Kellen, who wisely minded his own business by keeping his eyes on his plate and taking another bite of his food. “It’s not up for discussion. In the morning, we head towards Basilisk Gate.” 

He paused, taking a long sip from his mug. “…Maybe we’ll stop by Maeva’s on the way over.”

Dani brightened at the mention of her mother’s name. “Really? Do you promise?”

“Well…no promises but…if we’re going to be in the area…”

But she knew the old salt well enough to know he’d swing by, if not for her then for himself. She didn’t exactly know how to define the relationship between Brann and her mother, but both of them were family. Her mother by birth, and Brann by choice. 

“We should bring Maemae some herbs for her legs, if we can,” Liara said, no longer pouty. That was her word for Dani’s mother, a fond mixture of “mama” and “Maeva” that Dani also sometimes used. Though she and Liara weren’t actually sisters—that much was obvious, since Liara was a human and Dani was a tiefling—they were family by circumstance. Maeva had raised Liara off and on alongside Dani, and now Brann had taken Dani under his wing to be one of the Merry Rovers. 

“I’ll buy some tomorrow with my gold,” Kellen offered, but Brann shook his head.

“I’ll cover it.” He turned his mug idly on the table, his eyes both focused and distant. As usual, his thoughts were impossible to discern.

They finished their dinner with only light banter before breaking up to spend the last few hours before bed in their own way. Brann wanted to retire immediately—“Bah, leave an old man to his rest,” he said, when Paraxxel asked if he were up to a game of cards—but the rest of them, all half Brann’s age and younger, were still wide awake. Liara and Kellen disappeared to try and find a romantic walk somewhere nearby, as if there was such a thing in this part of the Outer City, which left Paraxxel and Dani on their own, as usual.

“Got any plans in mind, Dani?” he asked, as they stepped out of the tavern for some fresher, quieter air. Though it was dark, there were plenty of people still walking the streets, either looking for a drink or walking home after a long day. As they started meandering down the street, Dani stretched her arms over her head before shaking them loose, from shoulders to wrists. 

“Want to find a few good tables at another in and partner up for Three Dragon Ante?” she asked. “If we’re lucky, we can turn a few extra gold pieces into a big, fat purse of gold.”

He barked a laugh. “Not the way you play.”

She bumped her shoulder against his arm, since she couldn’t quite reach his shoulder, tall as he was. “What, you don’t trust me to slip you the right cards at the right time? I’ve been practicing.” She wiggled her fingers as if this were proof.

“I don’t trust you to know which cards are the right cards,” he said. “Besides, the last time we tried that, we got thrown out. Because someone—“ he gave her a pointed look, green dragonfire eyes glowing in the darkness, “—made her moves a little too obvious.”

“Fine. Spoilsport.” She crossed her arms. “What did you have in mind?”

He rubbed the back of his neck for a moment before shrugging. “Dunno. A game of Ante wouldn’t be bad. But I’m feeling a little restless, you know? I think I’d rather blow off some steam.”

Dani tilted her head. She knew exactly what she meant by “blow off some steam,” but she was disappointed to hear him say it. She’d rather get into mischief with her friend, not jump into bed with him. Not that he’d ask her. They’d tried that once and decided it wasn’t for them. They were too much like family at this point for that to work.

But they were friends, and friends didn’t leave friends high and dry.

“Tell you what,” she said. “You play a round of Ante with me, and I’ll scope out the patrons and be your charming wingman. I get some gold, you get a good lay.”

“Neither of those is guaranteed, but…” He turned and held out his hand for her to shake. “It’s a deal.”

Dani grinned and took his hand, shaking it firmly. “Perfect. There should be a tavern just down the—“

A rumbling interrupted her, like thunder. Confused, she glanced skyward, as did many other people around them. It was certainly the season for sudden storms, but this night the stars were out and clearly visible. Hardly a cloud in the sky.

Dani glanced at Paraxxel. “Did you hear…”

The rumbling came again, this time with a sound like deep brassy alarm, strange and alien, as if made by both creature and machine. Suddenly, high in the clear night sky, a shadow blinked into existence, writhing and black, tentacles undulating at the front of its beastly shape.

Paraxxel squinted up at the shape, taking a step toward it. “What the hells—“

The brassy alarm sounded off again and the shape—the ship—dipped down toward the streets, tentacles stretching down to brush the tops of rooftops and watchtowers, dipping between buildings to the streets below. All of a sudden, screams rent the air, at first distantly, but very quickly growing closer. People far down the street began to run, desperate to escape the monstrous thing in the sky. 

The ship wasn’t stopping. 

Panic gripped Dani’s chest as people fled around them pursued by that giant black thing, and she tugged on Paraxxel’s hand. “Run! Axxel, run!”

She let go and booked it, Paraxxel on her heels and soon overtaking her. They had to get to shelter, somewhere the ship couldn’t reach them.

Paraxxel was bigger, stronger, his legs longer, and he soon left Dani nearly in the dust. Her lungs burned with exertion as she urged her legs to move faster, to outrun whatever that thing was, the terror of what it could do to her—even though she had no idea what it could do—giving her the energy to push through the pain. She wove deftly between those who were slower than her, in one case leaping over someone who had fallen and was struggling to get to their feet.

Paraxxel was the first to reach the door way of a tavern, wrenching it open and placing himself bodily in the doorframe to keep it open even as the patrons inside screamed at him to stop and tried to push him out. He gestured frantically to Dani. “Come on, come on! Just a bit farther!”

He stopped suddenly, green-fire eyes wide as he looked up at something high over their heads. Dani saw the tentacle snake down from above them and skid to a stop, scrambling to change course and crashing to the cobblestones instead. 

“Dani!” Paraxxel launched himself from the doorway and out in the street. She watched, horrified, as the writhing appendage she’d just narrowly escaped brushed against Paraxxel. He disappeared in a flurry of black ashes, as if he’d been blinked out of existence, the black ship cruising forward overhead without so much as slowing down.

“Axxel!” 

But Dani didn’t have any time to react. Another deep rumble split the sky behind her. She turned, attempting to get back on her feet, but it was far too late. A second ship, flying even lower than the first, swept up the road, picking up the panicking stragglers that the first ship had passed over. The street was filled with bursts of black ashes and screams cut short. Nothing, absolutely nothing could stop it. She watched, frozen, as one of the undulating arms of the ship curved down to touch her.

Then her vision clouded over with black, and she was gone.

[scoundrels-in-love]

You taught me the courage of stars before you left (How light carries on endlessly even after death)

A late night conversation about stars and their names leads to Meryl spontaneously naming a constellation after the three of them. It's never a joke, but the meaning of this promise becomes greater than life in the aftermath of a good bye no one was prepared for. Also on AO3. | Mashwood | Established relationship | Stargazing | Mentions of Wolfwood's death and exploration of grief | Trigun Stampede actually stands for Three Guns of Stampede agenda |

Vash, as Meryl has discovered, is a bank of endless knowledge about things she has never really even considered to think about much before. When he is in a talking mood, Meryl can spend hours listening to him about Earth animals and plants or movies and books that he had consumed as a child.

Tonight's topic is celestial bodies, as they sit huddled up on top of the car. Nights in the desert are cold, but Wolfwood has his arms wrapped around her and Vash while the blonde points out different stars and shares their names, talks about constellations, planets named after ancient gods and myths from Earth.

The conversation lulls into a temporary quiet. Meryl plays with Nico's fingers absentmindedly, enjoying the calm.

"Do they all have names? Here, I mean," she asks after a while, marveling at the countless sparkles above and the people who had sailed among them, given them names like cliffs and pillars to guide them home - or further still.

Vash's suddenly quiet, stuttering tone alerts her immediately. "I… don't know, actually. I think some of them weren't named yet as we approached the sector. Maybe they would have been, by the time we were meant to make a landing."

Nicholas tenses behind them, squeezes her hand. They both can tell that Vash is slipping away, into some memories that she can only guess the magnitude and weight of. Before the gates of grief close and he's stranded, Meryl stumbles after him: "How about we name some of them, then?"

Both men look at her, but before they can be sensible, Meryl barrels on.

"That one," she points at a golden star in a small cluster, "should be called Love & Peace." It's an ironic name for a pistol, especially one that had come to Vash's hand in such a painful way, and yet, it makes perfect sense in his hands, so unwilling to fire to harm.

"This," Meryl moves her finger slightly down and to the side, landing on one that twinkles more in blue, "is the Derringer." 

"And that is Punisher," she finishes, aiming at the third star, then draws the angled triangle they make. "The Stampede Constellation and its three guns."

There is a brief pause, before Vash tentatively begins: "Meryl, that's what I'm called."

She feels a little foolish, but that has never stopped her from doubling down on things that are true. Meryl reaches for his hand, grasps it tightly and tries to pour all her sincerity into the touch and her gaze as she looks at Vash.

"Do you really think it is only your journey, your story still? We are here, right next to you for every step you need to take. Because we want to be by your side." 

Because we love you, because there is nowhere else to be that wouldn't feel void of reason, because if there is history to remember the Stampede, we want to have been by your side 'til the end so you never have to be alone again. 

The last part she says out loud. "You are not alone."

"Meryl…" Vash's voice is so soft she barely catches it and his eyes shine a little wet behind his glasses. She releases his hand to cup his cheek, rubbing her thumb over it soothingly.

"Meryl is right, y'know," Nicholas speaks up, his arms tightening around them both. Warmth spreads through Meryl's chest. As fond as she is of his silly nicknames now, there is something special in the way he says her name that always makes her melt a little. Like it's a center of gravity, like it's a prayer, like it tastes oh so sweet to him. Every time it's different and she hoards them shamelessly. 

Of course Wolfwood has to go and ruin it a moment later. "No need to make gooey eyes at each other fo' that." 

She slaps his chest lightly at that and Vash, forgiving as always, plants a soft kiss on Nico's jaw.

Even though the tethers of pain that cling to Vash seem to be severed for now, it’s Meryl now that feels a kind of restlessness that has no real cure. Though it had started as an attempt at distraction, the idea has lit a flame in her mind. 

People on Earth had their gods and the mythical heroes they wrote in the stars for generations to know and though no one knows what awaits them at the end of this road, she knows it will not be a quiet resolution that can sink in the dunes and be forgotten about. Stampede will be remembered. 

She’s thought about it all before - the intrinsic tangle of their lives, the truth of Vash’s story that people will be so eager to lose through the cracks of time, the way Nicholas has been broken and remolded in someone else’s image and still found love and kindness to give others, and how much she wants to make sure their pain and their relentless effort to do good through it is never forgotten when human memory clings to violence so much more eagerly. Vash and Nicholas might not see themselves as heroes, but she does. And though her own reputation is stained by the truths she has already shared, she still believes that she can make them be seen in the light they deserve. 

“I wasn’t joking, you know.” 

Meryl turns to look up at the stars again, memorizes the cluster she had picked out, traces the pattern with her finger again. “I will make it known as ours.” 

"Three guns of Stampede," she says it as a promise and gives a sweet, lingering kiss to both men to seal it.

There is a part of her that is aware of how cold the night is, a part of her that thinks it must be because Wolfwood isn’t here to wrap her up in his jacket, a part of her that thinks she will never feel truly warm again. 

But most of her is too numb to feel anything but the occasional dry sob that wrecks Vash’s body pressed against her, his face in the crook of her neck. He is out of tears (they both are), but the pain does not abate in face of such trivial things. Meryl wraps her arms around him tighter and continues rocking back and forth gently, the way she remembers an auntie did the day she lost her mother.

(Who will soothe the comforter?

It doesn’t matter because no one can smooth the edges of the void torn in her, between them. A galaxy of empty space that will never be filled with Nicholas’s rare, bigger than life laugh, his brusque care that eventually gives away to tenderness softer than any words can describe, his broken but not shattered determination for justice, again.)

Meryl lifts her eyes to the sky, instinctively seeks out the familiar star cluster as she always does. The Punisher twinkles at her, unchanged, and the missing tears suddenly flood her eyes, blurring her sight and she tries to furiously blink them away. No. No, she won’t give him up like this. Not even for a moment.

Distantly, she feels an ache in her jaw from how tight she has clenched it, the white-knuckle tight grip she has on Vash’s coat twisting as if all of this tension will hold her together and keep her tears at bay. It works enough for her to regain focus on the stars and Meryl draws deep, shuddering breaths at the sight, as if she’s been forgetting to breathe before. 

There is nothing she can do, there is nothing she could have done (and it will be the cross she inherits from him). 

There is no filling the emptiness he has left behind, that is the low and insurmountable and endless price of love, but there is honoring him. 

His story has ended and it has not, because she and Vash are still here, and they will carve the hole in their chest in his likeness and carry him with them until the end. Until they have saved the world, or haven’t.  And if there is anyone to remember anything at the end of it all, she will make sure that they know Nicholas D. Wolfwood. Not just of him, but him. The person who deserved to be there when the dust settles more than most people, who should have gotten a soft sunset good-bye not the violent way he was torn from this life, the man that gave and gave and gave and had just started to learn that he was allowed to accept the love freely given.

(Had she kissed him goodbye the last time she saw him? Had she told him she loved him? When had she grown so comfortable and forgotten that nothing was granted in their lives?)

Meryl bites her lip, draws blood. It quiets the howl tearing at her throat, just enough to make it bearable. 

Three guns of Stampede, she thinks. Some things are not meant to change. It’s a promise, a memorial. And maybe a love story that is written in the sand, but she has all the time in the world to draw it again and again, and again until even the wind gives up on erasing it. 

This tenacity is all she can give to him now, to Vash. Because some day, her own light will surely dim and she will have to leave him. But if she leaves him with this story, woven through people’s memories, and three stars glittering above, maybe the nights will never feel quite as empty and dark as they did before they loved him. 

[akesdraws-blog]

Time to let go

Reader x Turtle of your choice

Warnings: mentions of death, accidents, drama, tragedy

I worked thinking about the TMNT 2012 version, what version did you imagine it with?

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Having learned so many years about the art of Ninjutsu had also given the turtles certain abilities, such as being able to communicate with people who were far, far away from their physical reach.

-Oh wow, see you early today- you spoke with a little emotion in your voice

-Yes, I suppose I needed to see you- the turtle spoke, laughing slightly -You can't imagine what we went through today- she began to speak to tell you about her day

-Well, I'm ready to listen to you, just like always- you told him as you sat down.

-Yes, just like always- added the turtle while she squeezed her hands -Just like always- she repeated again lowering her gaze

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The turtles as always were patrolling the city, stopping thieves and supporting the policemen.

But even though they were physically stronger than any human, they still had their limitations and they understood that when they met a young man.

They had saved him from some bullies who were beating him in an alley, just the presence of the turtles was enough for everyone to run away, when they helped him this little boy was not afraid of them, he had just given them a big smile full of gratitude.

Time passed and each of the turtle brothers kept in touch with that little one.

Mikey skated next to him when there was no one else on the ramps, he was the first to take him to the den where they cooked or planned pranks for the rest of the brothers, and sometimes the little one took him to places where there was an empty wall, perfect for the party boy to leave his mark of art.

Raph taught him to knit, it started as a mere curiosity of the little one but for both of them it was quite relaxing, but they didn't only do that, sometimes they got together to watch some games on a projector, when they were from opposing teams they both made fun of each other when they lost some, but when they were from the same team, the victory dance that both created was simply present.

Donnie played online video games with him, together they were the best team that could connect to the network, in addition to the genius boy being a great help when the little one had homework, and for Donnie to be able to read books from the school library It was a really pleasant experience, of course the little one always scolded him when he started to be late with the delivery date.

At the beginning Leo just tried to keep his distance, not get too involved, but over time the little boy gained his trust, both could talk for hours about Japanese culture or even watch a good anime of possibly 100 chapters or more, but the leader could Being himself, he didn't have to be a leader, he could let off steam, or even complain, and the little boy was there to listen without criticizing him, he found a little refuge next to him.

The relationship that was built with the new friend was something unique for everyone, so much so that he even gained the affection of the teacher Splinter, maybe it was because he helped him take care of some bonsai or maybe because Splinter's favorite audience to tell the stories most shameful of turtles.

The team agreed that his friendship with the human was something as unexpected as it was also special, if they needed a word to describe it it would be "Unique".

Because they knew that nothing was perfect, because they had their ups and downs.

How the arguments they had sometimes, from the fact that his friend didn't defend himself against the bullies at school

-I showed you a wrestling hold last time, why didn't you apply it?-Raph asked while he watched as Donnie healed your wounds again

-I did it the first time and they sent me to the address- he replied after complaining a bit about the cotton that rubbed on his broken lip

-That's unfair, what do they teach in the institutions? - Leo said a little outraged by what he heard

-Well, that happens when the bully is the captain of the school team- he added with a slight smile on his face.

-And with this it's over- Donnie said sticking a bandage on your forehead -And your parents haven't talked to the director?- I ask a little curious

-If he were Master Splinter, that principal would get a good ninja-style lecture- Mikey added as he ruffled his friend's hair.

-They don't have time for that, and they're never home, so... they don't notice it- I finished saying as if nothing had happened.

The boys knew about the relationship you had with your parents.

They were business people, always busy and never at home, you were always alone in your room with your books or some games.

But that changed when you met the boys, you didn't spend so much time locked in your room anymore, now you spent all your time in the turtles' den or on the rooftops.

The relationship with the boys simply grew more and more, until from that friendship arose the infatuation with one of the turtles.

It was something so unique and special, they both complemented each other.

They were the type of couple that even though they couldn't fit the definition of “perfection”, they could be called an “understanding” couple, you understood your partner's priorities, and the responsibilities they had in being a hero.

But maybe you understood it too well.If they had planned a date with your tortoise in love, and suddenly had to cancel because of some mission, normally he expected a reprimand but you just told him "Okay", there was no anger or hints behind those words.It was a good thing, or so your partner thought for a while.

That "understanding" began to make noise in your turtle's mind, so much so that she asked you to meet in the place where you became a couple.

-So... what did you want to talk about?- you asked after there was too much silence between you

-I think it doesn't work- your turtle spoke while she looked at any point of the place

-What do you mean?- you asked, trying to sound as calm as possible, but you knew what your partner was talking about.

-I mean us- he put his hand up to his neck rubbing -Don't get me wrong, I love being with you, but... We don't do anything as a couple, we don't even see each other often- he sighed to look towards the ground I didn't feel the courage to see you, I didn't even understand why I was saying that

-Oh, I understand- when you said that you noticed how your partner wrinkled his nose a little and you just played with your fingers and then smiled slightly -Can we have one last date? This weekend, what do you think?- you asked with certain hope, you didn't want things to end like this

Your turtle was about to respond until his radio rang for a security alarm, so they just agreed to agree later.

You didn't say anything, you just left until you got home and once you were in your room you just sat in a corner where you started to cry, but you didn't make a sound, not a single noise, it was just a silent cry.

You knew that asking for a date after what your partner said was something that would only hurt both of you, but you just didn't want it to end that way, maybe you just wanted one last memory of that relationship.

The days passed until the weekend arrived, they had agreed to meet in a nearby building in Times Square.

You had arranged yourself as on your first date, it generated a bit of nostalgia.

The moment of that day came to your mind, how your turtle was so nervous that it got tangled up with its own words, you even remembered how because of the nerves some things that your turtle prepared had fallen to the ground, you remembered everything and you could not help but laugh slightly , you only remembered the moments that followed afterwards.

There were not many as you thought but each one you remembered with great affection.

But when the phone rang you only saw the message from your turtle, he had another important mission, so the appointment had been cancelled, you didn't want to know anymore, so you just turned off the phone.

Maybe you should have read the rest of the messages.

The Turtles were after some Shredder followers who had hidden bombs around the city.

So far they had managed to find and defuse 3 bombs in time, they captured some ninjas for interrogation to discover the last bomb before it was too late.

-We thank you very much for your collaboration- thanked one of the officers -We will continue trying to get an answer- he added while other officers took away some ninjas

-We must hurry, there is still a bomb and Donnie still can't find it- Leonardo spoke with concern in his voice

-They won't arrive on time- spoke one of the ninjas while he laughed inside the patrol

-You'd better start talking before you can't!- Raph threatened, taking him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him slightly out of the vehicle.

-Time's up- was the only thing the ninja said.

Saying that, soon the sound of a distant explosion was heard, they listened to the radio of one of the officers and with fear your turtle heard that the bomb had exploded in a building in Times Square.

The turtles ran as fast as possible, while each one tried to contact you, but they did not achieve anything, you did not respond, much less you answered the messages.

They just hoped that you had gone home, or maybe with April, or anywhere, but far from that place.

Upon arrival they only saw people running in panic, some firefighters and officers had arrived to help the people who managed to get out, each turtle separated to help the rest of the people and get some out of the rubble.

Again your turtle tried to call you, and he felt relieved when he heard the ringtone you had, that characteristic tone song you had, he moved carefully following the sound, but when he arrived at the place he froze.

Everything around him seemed to have slowed down.

Your phone was ringing but from among the rubble of the building that had recently exploded, the place where they would have their last date.

With his hands he began to remove stone by stone, as quickly as possible while asking with all his strength that you be okay, that you will look at him with that smile that you loved so much and tell him that he was okay, his brothers also came to help until that they finally managed to reach you.

Unfortunately not on time.

It had been a few years since you left, they not only lost a friend, they lost a part of their family.

And your turtle had not been the same as before.

But who would be?

She had gotten so into protecting people and training that she had reached a new level.

A level where communication with you was allowed.

Splinter had told him that he shouldn't mess with the world of the dead, it wasn't good for his son, but he just needed it.

He needed you.

He could still remember the first time he made it, when he could see you again, when he could see your smile and he could hug you, you were there again.

And there they were, speaking again from an astral plane.The same as always after so many years.

-It's not healthy that you always remember that- you spoke to get him out of his head

-I forgot that in this plane, minds are completely connected- said your turtle while massaging his neck

-That's right- you spoke calmly -You look tired- you commented as you gave him a smile

-Yes, I look horrible, you can't imagine what the streets of New York are like- said the turtle with an amused tone -It seems that the bad guys come out of any corner now- she added while laughing

-I wasn't talking about that- you spoke while you shook your head -You must stop- when you saw how you managed to make me look at you, you just smiled the same as you always did -You must stop- you repeated once more

-Stop talking? Sure, it doesn't matter just to be silent, like the first time we connected- a smile formed on his face, one that seemed so difficult to maintain until he felt your soft hands on his cheeks.

-I died- you spoke while caressing his cheeks with your thumbs -I died and you must let me go- you finished saying

-I just... I need more time- the turtle took your hands while trembling

-Years have passed... You must let me go- I was trying to make your partner see reason

-I can't... I can't do it- she denied several times with her head -I can't go on without you- tears began to well up in her eyes

-Of course you can- you approached to hit your forehead with that of your turtle -I know you can... I love you and I will always love you- the shine on your body was decreasing with each word

-Please... Not yet- the turtle hugged you tightly, trying to keep you from leaving his side.

-It's time- you returned the hug while little tears began to come out of your eyes too -You won't see me, but I'll be there, as long as you keep moving forward- the shine on your body was less and less, beginning to be a transparent image

Once you completely disappeared from her arms, your turtle began to cry bitterly, she hadn't been able to cry since you left.

Now the only thing left to do is move on for everything they had lived together and for what he now had to live.

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[cherryliqueurkinks]

This was going to be the next chapter of “teacher of the year” but I ended up scrapping the idea because it wasn’t turning out the way I wanted it to. I’ve had this sitting in my drafts ever since, so I’m sharing it with y’all rather than deleting it or letting it collect dust!

Jordan: Just heard there’s a substitute for third period

Jordan: Which means it’s the perfect time to get some studying done in the library with my favorite teacher

Jordan: I’ll see you there, Ms. L

Veronica had tried to ignore the squeeze in her chest when his texts came through, but as usual, her body simply didn’t care about the fact that she was being coerced into participating, that it was her own student that it was getting excited for. It was excited anyway, her nipples pebbling against her lacy bra and her ass clenching around the jeweled plug Jordan had slipped into her before the school day started, as he’s done every day for the past two weeks. She knows what he’s planning, and truthfully, she doesn’t know why he’s taken so long to get to there. He watched her being fucked by her ex-boyfriend’s fraternity; he knows she’s been fucked in her ass before.

But if she’s learned anything about being at Jordan’s mercy for the last few weeks, it’s that he’s surprisingly patient. He enjoys teasing her, watching her anxiousness turn to arousal, and he already plans on playing with her for the rest of the school year. She can only imagine how much depravity he’s thought up.

Thankfully, the front desk is empty, as is the rest of the library based on how quiet it is, and it doesn’t take long for Veronica to find Jordan waiting for her at a table towards the back, hidden behind a corner of shelves. He’s leaned back in his chair with his legs spread wide and his cock in his hand, far more arrogant than a teenage boy should be capable of, especially as he flashes his teeth in a grin.

“Sorry, Ms. L,” he drawls, an unapologetic gleam in his eyes as he strokes himself almost lazily. “They were all out of chairs.”

“I’m sure,” Veronica retorts, taking another step toward him, but he shakes his head, one eyebrow arched expectantly as he gives his cock another squeeze. Veronica blushes in an instant, glancing over her shoulder despite the fact that there hasn’t been a single sound other than them, and then exhales shakily as she lowers herself onto her knees.

Then she begins to crawl.

Her plug shifts with her every movement, her skirt so short that she knows half of her ass is exposed where it rides up, her tits practically falling out of the top of her blouse. Humiliation blooms in her stomach, making her pussy flutter and her clit throb, and she hates how the sight of his cock from this angle, impossibly bigger and thicker than ever, nearly has her mouth watering as she crawls to him. She has to make her way under the desk to move between his legs as he obviously wants her to, only adding to the embarrassment that has her nipples tightening and her ass squeezing around her plug, and then his free hand is in her hair, tugging her forward and practically shoving her face against his cock as he quickens his strokes.

“Got myself nice and close in second period, jacking off to your little video from last night,” he groans, licking his lips as he tightens his grip on her hair.

Veronica whimpers at the memory of being propped up atop her bed, her legs splayed open for the camera as she worked a dildo in and out of her ass while a vibrator hummed away in her pussy. Jordan had watched the whole thing via video call on her laptop while her phone was busy recording, commanding her to edge herself for four hours straight until he’d called it a night, but the most horrifying part of it all had come after, when the orgasm she’d given herself hadn’t been nearly as satisfying as it should’ve been.

She can feel her control slipping away day by day, her body craving him and his command and his touch as if it doesn’t know the difference between humiliation and arousal.

Considering how wet she is right now, under a table and on her knees for her own student as he comes with a low groan, his cum spurting across her lips and cheeks and glasses, maybe she doesn’t know the difference anymore.

Maybe she’s beyond hope at ever reclaiming her pleasure.

“Fuck,” he exhales with a chuckle, swiping two fingers through the mess of his cum on her face before shoving them into her throat deep enough that she would’ve gagged if she was anyone else. She instinctively swirls her tongue around him, sucking his salty taste from his calloused skin before he slides his fingers back out with a wet pop of her lips. “Now that’s a fucking masterpiece if I ever saw one,” he remarks, whipping his phone out to snap a picture, then tossing it aside on the table as he gives her hair another tug. “Now that that’s out of the way, why don’t you take a seat?”

Veronica crawls up his body as she shimmies out from under the table, his cum dripping down her cheeks as her eyes dart around, but the library is still as quiet and undisturbed as ever.

Despite his orgasm, Jordan’s cock is still half-hard when she slides herself down on him, the plug in her ass making the tight fit even tighter as she sinks inch by inch. Her lips part on a silent moan, her eyelashes fluttering and her head nearly tipping back as he bottoms out inside of her, snug all the way to the hilt, and Jordan’s chest rumbles in another deep chuckle as he hooks her knees on the outside of his, splaying her open a little wider and making her clench a little harder around him. Her skirt is practically around her hips at this point, doing little to hide the sight of his cock lodged deep inside of her, and she grips the arms of his chair as a shiver rolls down her spine.

Then she notices his laptop open on the table.

Porn. He has porn playing on the screen, and when he slips one of his wireless earbuds into her ear, the sound of moaning and flesh slapping together has her sucking in a gasp. The audio is turned up high, not enough to be blaring but not much better, either - and when he slips the other bud into place, she quickly realizes why.

She can’t hear a single thing beyond the earbuds.

“Mister Connor,” she starts to protest, but her own is voice muddled and muffled through the audio. She can’t hear how loud she’s speaking, let alone hear anything - or anyone - else in the library with them.

His hand comes down on the inside of her thigh with a warning smack, which is something else she can’t quite hear, and she fights off a whine of protest as his arms come around her to tug the laptop closer.

[wozman23]

2022 Game of the Year List

I didn’t quite play as many games this year. Last year I completed 58. This year, a paltry 39. With more and more AAA games like Horizon Forbidden West and God of War: Ragnarok requiring 60+ hours of my time, its hard to squeeze in smaller experiences. I feel like it was also a bit of an off year in terms of games that really wowed me. As a person who is always fascinated with new IP, nothing in AAA satisfied there. There were some good indies, but even there nothing really blew me away. Plus, I gave up most of my prime gaming time on Sundays, my only day off, in favor of meeting people for a run/walk most weeks. Still I had a ton of fun along the way. Here are my ten favorite games, some honorable mentions, a dozen or so advertisements for Game Pass, and the ten games I look forward to most (some of which are coming to Game Pass). 1. Onde

Much like weird indie games in past years, I found this little game thanks to browsing Steam. It’s super weird and abstract. I really doesn’t even fit in any mold and I can’t really even begin to explain it. It’s kind of a platforming game, but kind of just an interactive art experience. You really just have to see it in action. My two and a half hour playthrough was wonderfully weird and beautiful, as well as tranquil and peaceful. It’s exactly the type of thing I crave: a game unlike any other I’ve ever played. 

2. Tinykin

I played the Tinykin demo on Steam early in the year and it quickly found a spot in my most anticipated list. It’s indie Pikmin. That’s it! That’s really all you need to know. It doesn’t reinvent the wheel, but I had a blast exploring every nook and cranny of the world. And it was basically free thanks to Game Pass! 

3. Tunic

I’m a huge fan of the original Legend of Zelda. I still think it is the best entry in the series. Tunic isn’t shy about showing how Zelda-like it tried to be. The cute looking but cruel world was a joy to explore and understand. But the standout part of it for me was the manual feature. Collecting pages to assemble the game’s manual, that felt like the type you’d get in the days of the NES, and slowly discovering where to go and what to do was brilliant. The way it revealed secrets was perfect. (Full disclosure: I did look up a few of the solutions to some of the more obtuse optional puzzles at then end of the game.) This one really stand out as something special, akin to games like The Witness and Fez. Plus, again, Game Pass!

4. Stray

I’d been following Stray for a long time. It perked my ears up back in May of 2018, when it was just a few gifs and known simply as “HK Project.” As a cat lover, it was one of my most anticipated games. The world was breathtaking. Some of the animations could have been better, but perfectly creating the subtleties of a cat’s locomotion and mannerisms isn’t easy, especially considering the project was tackled by a first time, small indie developer. Still, they captured the spirit of a cat very well and created an empathic character. And how can I complain when it was another virtually free game thanks to the new PlayStation Plus structure - even if the main reason I upgrade was just for the kitty. At the end, I kind of wanted more, but was also pleased with what we got.

5. God of War: Ragnarok

Despite the widespread praise of God of War (2018), it was a mixed bag for me at the time, mainly because it strayed from the series’ roots. It was good, but it didn’t really do anything overly special for me. In a lot of ways, Ragnarok was a step forward. The story was amazing! The characters were amazing, especially Odin! There were so many cool moments and reveals. But I still have mixed opinions about the state of Sony’s AAA games. I put 60 hours into Ragnarok. So I definitely got my money’s worth in terms of time spent with it. The optional missions and bosses were challenging, mostly enjoyable, and usually worth the extra time. But a lot of the game felt like a quest to simply unlock chests instead of progressing the story. At certain points, it felt like a slog where, I was just checking off boxes to hit 100% completion and get my platinum trophy. It’s insane that the 8-10 hour experience of the original typical gamer fantasy God of War on PS2 has turned into such a massive, well written experience. But it also sucks that it takes five years to realize that vision. There were things that happened in the game, and references to the first game that perplexed me, because I have only faint recognition of the moments from five years ago. When I look back at it I remember killing trolls, opening a bunch of chests, and Kratos saying “Boy” a lot. But the finer details like who we killed, and how the characters are related escaped me. So again, I see the game for its triumphs, but also for its issues as a product of modern game development. But I seem to be in the minority on this opinion. I’m not sure where the franchise goes from here. I’m hoping for Egyptian mythology as I’ve always preferred it to Norse mythology.

6. Moss: Book II

The original Moss was one second only to AstroBot Rescue Mission when it came to PS VR games. I loved how it succeeded at making a VR game that actually felt like a traditional game, and also how it made Quill feel so lifelike. I hadn’t witnessed that sense of empathy with a character ever before. I was so invested in her journey, and super excited when the sequel was announced. Sure it was more of the same, but it gave me a great reason to dust of my PS VR. The boss battles were the high points for me. I’m not sure what the future holds for the franchise. I don’t really know if I’ll want to buy PS VR2. But a Moss: Book III could coax me into it. 

7. Nobody Saves the World

I love Drinkbox. The Guacamelee! series made me a massive fan of the studio. Nobody Saves the World is just what I would expect from them: a stylist game with a lot of quirky fun. The variety of characters was impressive. The macabre look was silly. And the constant sense of progression via objectives and upgrades had me hooked from the start to my finish, over 30 hours later. I don’t go for 1000/1000 of the achievements in games all too often. Here I did, I loved every little thing I had to do to get there. And, yeppers, Game Pass once again saved me money that I’d already expected to spend.

8. Horizon Forbidden West Horizon was my favorite new IP of the last generation. Guerrilla really built something impressive with the franchise. Yet the same cons from God of War: Ragnarok are present here: a lengthy development time, padding, and so much content that it kind of got in its own way. The new beasts were impressive, as were the new weapons. But overall the world and story didn’t fascinate me as much. I’d have liked much more about Ted Faro, and the story about the red blight, which seemed important pre-release, never really went anywhere. Still, I spent 97 hours exploring the Forbidden West - my most out of any game this year - and look forward to the DLC. 9. FAR: Changing Tides

I played FAR: Lone Sails a few years back. I went in not knowing much, and left with my jaw on the floor. It was such a beautiful, enjoyable experience. Much like many sequels, Changing Tides couldn’t quite match the magic of the original. The water sections were an interesting addition, but the game also had some rough edges. Still the ending of it was well worth the brief ride. Also, Game Pass!

10. Cuphead: The Delicious Last Course

Cuphead was my GOTY back in 2017. It’s probably one of my favorite games ever! So more Cuphead is fine by me. And that’s exactly what this was. More lovingly, painstakingly handcrafted quintessential Cuphead. There wasn’t a lot to it, but it’s quality over quantity. I really can’t wait to see what’s next for Studio MDHR! Honorable Mentions: High on Life - I’m not really a fan of the Rick and Morty style of comedy these days, so the juvenile comedy and it’s weird verbose cadence was hit or miss with me, often finding itself on the “miss” side. Just the volume and way the character often talk, which seems to be prevalent in many modern cartoons, annoys me. The game also has quite a few technical issues at release and horrendous load times on Xbox One. The gameplay and shooting mechanics aren’t super polished either, and don’t feel all that satisfying. But the talking weapons themselves were really cool! And the thing that made them even cooler was the voice cast, particularly the former SNLers JB Smoove and Tim Robinson. Their silly performances, in addition to Laura Silverman’s, kept me playing. And clocking in at just 12 hours for me, it didn’t overstay its welcome. Also, ugg, its Game Pass, its a game on Xbox Game Pass, on the Xbox game console, where you have a pass where you can play g-games, and you d-d-don’t even gotta, uhhh, you don’t have to pay for them, the games on the pass, cuz they’re on the Game Pass! (End annoying Rick and Morty impression) Shadow Warrior 3 - This series is just good fun, with a freedom of gameplay reminiscent of the modern Doom games. The art style is great, and the level design really just encourages you to play around. A lot of times these days, games are trying to be like movies, or be serious and realistic. But there’s something to be said about a cheesy game that knows its place and just prioritizes fun. And this one came to PlayStation Plus fairly quickly so it was another freebie. A Plague Tale: Requiem - Thanks to info from someone, I learned that I can play Xbox Series X games on my Xbox One via the cloud, which makes me feel like I’m living in the future. It’s absurd that Microsoft would allow me to mooch off new games with my old technology. I really don’t see any reason to upgrade my console. This series is really unique. Without spoiling things, it does some really cool things with the rat plague, and is another game that just has some (mostly) fun gameplay. There were a few frustrating stealth sections for me, as well as a few combat sections. And the pacing was a bit inconsistent. It started out slow, and got a bit long in the tooth towards the end. But it occupies that sweet spot between AAA and indie that we just don’t see that often anymore. And with Game Pass, it’s well worth a look on PC, Series X, or through the wizardry of Xbox One. Disc Room (2020) - It was always on my enormous list of games to play, but with so many good looking games, I just never got around to it since there were so many games that were higher on my list of things to try. But Game Pass to the rescue! I love a good arcade style game. And this was just that: a cool concept, with a decent challenge, and a nice sense of progression. Over the course of a few hours, it presented ideas, iterated on them a bit, and wish me a lovely farewell, requiring 49 less days to experience than Horizon did. I’m glad I finally got around to it, because it really surprised me. Deathloop (2021) - This game never really interested me. I really haven’t been a fan of any of the games coming out of Arkane. But when it came to PlayStation Plus, I had nothing to play at the time, so I gave it a try. I ended up spending 23 hours with it. I really enjoyed how they incorporated the time travel ideas. And the gameplay and abilities stayed fresh nearly the whole time, although the nebulous nature of figuring out how to assassinate a target or two, and the repetitive nature that came along with it, did bring about a bit of monotony. Somerville - Somerville was one of the oldest game I was following that was still in active development, probably since around 2015. It looked like it could be the next great atmospheric platformer, the next Inside. Sadly, it is not a good game. So why is it on this list? Because despite its plethora of problems and odd design choices - unrefined mechanics, clunky animations, poor environmental readability that led to confusion on where to go, envionmental geometry to get stuck on, ladders that you had to be perfectly aligned with to climb, freezes and technical issues, an overall jankiness, a poor execution of multiple endings as well as the “good “ ending, and just an overall nebulousness that undermines practically everything it tries to do - there’s a really intriguing, mysterious world there. I would have been disappointed had I spent money on it. But giving it a look on Game Pass could be worth your time if you can see past its flaws.

That’s it for this year. I’ve still got plenty of games that came out that I want to play, and I’ll start up Rainbow Billy and the Curse of the Leviathan (now on Game Pass) soon, but most of my anticipated ones were completed. Who knows what remaining 2022 games may turn up on future GOTY lists? Lost in Play looks cool, but has eluded me so far, OlliOlli World got good reviews, I totally missed the release of The Quarry. I’ll probably eventually get around to the Nintendo games like Splatoon 3 and Kirby, and maybe try the Tiny Tina game after getting a bit burned out with Borderlands. Most Anticipated Games:

1. Alan Wake 2 - The original is one of my favorite games. I’m so glad we’re finally getting this! 2. Pepper Grinder - I been following this one on twitter for a while. The developer went silent for a while, but has been back showing things off again. It looks so friggin cool! 3. SCHiM - definitely a Joey-style indie that looks unlike anything else 4. Hades II - Hades really surprised me and consumed a lot of my time. This probably will too. I just hope it does enough to warrant a sequel and doesn’t bring on the sophomore slump that I often feel with sequels. 5. Horizon Forbidden West - Burning Shores DLC - Its more Horizon so I’m going to play it. Do I expect anything revolutionary? No. Just more fun Horizon. 6. Cocoon - When this was announced, my fascination mainly relied on one simple fact: It’s Jeppe Carlsen’s next game - the brilliant mind who brought us 140 and worked on the Playdead games, Limbo and Inside. What Cocoon exactly is is still a bit of a mystery to me. But I can’t wait to see it unfurl its wings. 7. Judas - Who wouldn’t be excited about Ken Levine’s new game, which looks to be the spiritual successor to Bioshock. I can’t wait to see more on this one! 8. Viewfinder - This was a pleasant surprise during The Game Awards. A stylized first person puzzle game! That’s so in my wheelhouse!  9. The Plucky Squire - Here’s another game that blew me away with its trailer: some 2D, some 3D, a bunch of different gameplay concepts, all with a wonderful coat of paint. I think this could easily find its way near the top of next year’s GOTY list, much like Tinykin did this year. 10. Atomic Heart - I’ve been interested in this one for a while too, since even before Stray. It’s also got some cool Bioshock-y vibes, with a really interesting looking world. The only concern is the recent news that the development has been troubled and that trailers were basically just vertical slices. But it’s on Game Pass, so the risk of paying for it is eliminated.

[juliettesgotagun]

The Witch King.

Summary: The witch king has chosen you to join him, and tonight, you’ll answer his call.

Pairing: Demon!Jamie x Catholic!Reader

Warnings: Smut/ Fem!Reader/ PinV sex/ Oral sex f!recieving/ breeding kink/ praise kink/ Virgin!reader.

The voices never seem to quiet. It was calling you again.

You had tried everything. You had prayed and prayed and prayed, but it was no use. You had clutched onto your crucifix every night like it was your lifeline. Yet in the very early hours of each morning, came the familiar feeling of his hand on your cheek.

He had told you he was the King of Witches, and it was time for you to join him.

You had sobbed and told him no. You had said you’d rather him kill you. In fact, you begged him to, but kill you, he did not.

He continues to call you, deep into the woods is where he wants to lead you.

You had attended church everyday, and begged your priest to save you.

And save you he did, or so he claimed, but still, eyes of cerulean blue haunt you.

You had done everything you were supposed to. You had attended church every day. You had prayed. You had been perfect.

Maybe that’s why he wanted you. To corrupt a perfect, pure soul.

The more you saw him. The more you began to doubt whether God was real. What if he was all there was?

He seemed to give purpose to your bleak lifestyle. A part of you felt special to have been chosen.

Maybe your life had a deeper meaning.

Maybe you didn’t have to just submit to your husband and worship a god not brave enough to show his face to you. To answer your prayer.

Yes, Yes. You had made up your mind.

When he came for you tonight, You would answer his call.

You had sat in front of your mirror, brushing your hair ever so daintily.

Your clothes had been discarded on the floor. You needed them no longer.

You had attended church for the last time, and look the priest in the eye and lied to him.

They’ll believe anything if it’s what they wanted to hear.

You had said goodnight to your father, hugged your mother, and kissed your little brother on the head for the last time.

You picked up the crucifix on your vanity, and threw it to the ground. When you stood, preparing to go to bed, You crushed it beneath your heel.

You buried yourself beneath the covers, and blew out the candles to go to sleep.

The wind from your open window howled, and your eyes shot open. You hadn’t need to look around to know he was there, you could feel his presence.

The moonlight cast a heavenly glow onto his features. Icy blue eyes sparkling as he watched you.

“I am ready, My lord.” You spoke.

This seemed to please him, a hint of a smile painted his face.

“I knew you would be.” He stalked closer to you, his hand lifting your chin to look up at him.

You drank him in. The moon seemingly forming a halo around his head, and his eyes pierced your very soul.

His blonde hair fell to his jaw, it was messy, but seemed to frame his face perfectly.

You wonder what being had graced him with such angular features. You could get lost him.

“You’ll give all of yourself to me now.” It wasn’t a question. A direction. This was how it begins.

You nodded, throwing off the covers, and standing before him, completely exposed, but any shyness in you had diminished. He was your king now. You had no reason to be shy. He owned you. You are his.

He said nothing as his eyes trailed up and down your body, tilting his head.

“Does this please you, My lord?”

A devilish smirk played at his lips. “Oh yes. Very much so.”

He brought his hand to your chest, caressing your cleavage.

You moved not.

He finally moved his hand, a large palm cupping your entire breast.

He bit his lip as he squeezed, and you discovered that you now had to bite yours.

His eyes flickered back up to yours, and he smiled once again.

“Lie down.” He ordered.

You did not hesitate, Lying back on your pathetic excuse for a bed.

He approached you in a very predatory fashion., pushing a part your legs with his hands.

He knelt in between them, a single digit lightly dragged over your slit.

Your face contorted in pleasure. He seemed to take note of this.

He tilted his head once more, before leaning down, and gently flicking your clit with his tongue.

Your back arched, and he gently pushed your hips back down into the mattress.

His arms hooked around your thighs, spreading them open as he began to lap at your clit.

You squirmed and squirmed, but he didn’t seem to mind, simply holding you in place as he continued his work.

A whine fell from your lips as he pulled away., sitting up and staring at your glistening folds. His hand returned to your slit, fingers began to circle your hole.

In a trance like state, he inserted the tip of one inside of you, immediately met by resistance from your virgin cunt.

He remained in this trance as he slowly pushed the entire digit inside of you.

You grimaced at the pain, however the pain was accompanied by pleasure, which caused your face to contort into a much different expression.

He did not move his finger, He had simply watched it disappear inside of you, and was now staring at the way it looked, buried deep inside of you.

“Please.” You whined.

His eyes slowly met yours, and for a moment, you feared you had upset him. He instead nodded slowly, and leaned back down, removing his finger from inside you. He hooked his arm back around your thighs.

His tongue circled your hole, and your thighs began to shake. You finally felt his tongue slip inside of you, causing soft whimpers to pass from your lips as the hot muscle probed inside of you.

Your eyes had squeezed shut, and he snapped at you. Your eye shot open and he pointed at his eyes, as if to say “Eyes on me.”

You squirmed, and your thighs shook as his tongue continued to move in and out of you. A blush painted your cheeks at the intense eye contact. The way he looked, tongue inside of you, eyes staring into yours, was…so incredibly hot. It made you leak even more juices.

You felt your cunt begin to pulse around his tongue, and a weird feeling crept up in your core.

Your whines began to get louder. You were confused. What was happening?

He kept eye contact with you, and the feeling in your core began to intensify., it felt like you were about to sneeze.

He slowly nodded from in between your thighs, giving you permission to do what ever was about to happen.

Your cunt squeezed his tongue tightly as you saw stars, back arching into the sky, crying out loudly. Sweat coated your forehead as juices poured out of you.

“What was- What did I-“ He shushed you, and you were completely out of breath. He licked the liquid from off his lips, standing and placing a hand on your cheek.

“Something only I can give you.”

You breathlessly nodded, and he began to remove his trousers.

“Your induction is about to be complete.” He smiled. “You’re about to be mine.”

He removed his trousers , and his hard cock sprung out of them. It was quite large, and had a thickness about the size of your wrist. It was red and angry looking, leaking an unfamiliar white liquid.

He climbed on top of you and caressed your cheek.

“Now, Darling. I’m about to put my cock inside of your virgin cunt. It’s going to hurt, but I’m going to need you take all of me, Okay, Sweetheart? It’s the only way that you can be mine. Can you do that? Can you be my good girl and do that for me?”

You nodded slowly, and he kissed your forehead.

His eyes trailed down as his hand guided his cock to your hole, inserting the tip of it inside of you, letting out a groan.

Pain stung at your lower regions, your chest heaving up and down as you bit down on your lip.

His forehead pressed against yours, and he continued to press further inside of you.

You let out a pain filled whine, and his hand caressed your cheek.

“Shhhh Shhh, Pretty girl. You’re doing so well for me.”

He continued to inch inside of you, and the more and more he pushed in, the less it began to hurt.

Until finally, after what felt like an hour, he finally bottomed out, and your cunt couldn’t help but clench around his unmoving, throbbing cock.

“That’s it, Princess. Clench around me. Such a Good girl.”

He slowly began to move inside of you, and your eyes squeezed shut. Whimpers began to fall from your lips, but as time went on, then went from being whimpers from pain, to from pleasure.

This feeling that he had awakened inside of you, was unlike any other. You were practically feral.

Soon enough, he had began to make you feel such ecstasy, you couldn’t take it, whining and thrashing around in pleasure. It felt too good, It was too much.

“It’s t-too much!” You cried.

His lips captured yours in a kiss. “It’s alright, Sweet girl. You can take it. I know you can. Be a good girl for me.”

He continued to pound inside of you. His hair messy and sweat glistening on his forehead.

Your eyes trailed down, and your lips parted in awe as you watched his cock disappear inside of you.

He let out a low chuckle when he noticed. “Do you like looking at that? Do you like seeing my cock inside of you? Well don’t worry, baby. This won’t be the last time.”

The same feeling from before crept up in your core, and you whined out.

“It’s happening again!” You cried out as your cunt began to pulse.

He nodded. “I know, baby. I know me too.”

Him too? What did he mean?

He trailed his hand down between your legs, rubbing your clit in fast circles.

Your whole body contorted and squirmed, as the pressure in your stomach increased.

“Do it, sweet girl. Cum for me.”

You cried out loudly, as your walls clamped down hard around him, juices spilling out of you and all over his cock.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed, as his trusts became sloppier and sloppier.

“Fuck, I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna claim you, baby. You’re gonna be all mine. I’m gonna fill your tummy with me, yeah?” He said, breathlessly, before pushing deep inside of you one last time, filling you completely. You cried out one last time.

Two pairs of footsteps barreled towards your door. Your parents had heard you cry out, trying their best to pry open the bedroom door.

By time they finally got it, the door swung open to reveal no one inside. The wind blowing through the room, window wide open.

Your mother knelt down, picking up the broken crucifix on the ground, crying out at the realization that came with it.

That Lucifer, himself, had their precious daughter in his clutches.

[fallinallincurls]

I Found Joy In My Life

do i have like a million other wips i need to finish? yes. did i write this totally new idea in one sitting instead? you bet! i absolutely love this fic and it’s the first i’ve finished in quite some time which is very exciting!

this one is inspired by andy grammer’s song joy which screams nate to me and is currently on repeat because i love it that much. you’ll see some of the lyrics worked in throughout the fic too!

hope you enjoy!! feedback is always appreciated! xx

word count: 4.4k+

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Me and fear, we had a thing in 1993

Told me I was wasting time with all these silly dreams

I dated doubt, she knocked me down every time I tried

“The Colorado Avalanche are proud to select, with our first pick, from the Halifax Mooseheads, Nathan MacKinnon.” Joe Sakic’s words echo throughout the Prudential Center and applause breaks out in an instant, but Nate remains seated for a few seconds longer, unable to process what’s happening. 

The team he’s always dreamed of playing for picked him first, picked him over every other eligible player sitting in this very arena. Nate can’t wrap his head around it. He was just drafted first overall. After all the speculation over the last year of who would actually be picked first, names constantly thrown around by hockey analysts or general fans leading to no one knowing what to expect coming into today, Nate knows he did it. 

All the hard work has paid off. His big dream of making it to the NHL and following in the footsteps of his favorite player and biggest inspiration is coming true. But even he knows this is only the beginning of a long journey.

Practically on autopilot due to a mix of shock and pure euphoria, Nate rises from his seat to hug his parents and sister and the grin on his face never wavers. It feels like his heart might burst out of his chest and there are so many emotions running through him as he makes his way to the stage to accept the special Avalanche jersey from his new team. His new home. 

Nate eagerly shakes everyone’s hands on stage in front of the large crowd, murmuring “thank you so much” over and over again when each person tells him congratulations. He still doesn’t believe this is real. But it is, somehow it is. After he pulls the white away jersey over his head and they all pose for the obligatory photo, Nate finds his family who is watching with nothing but awe in their expressions.

He’s going to make them proud. No matter how difficult it might be from here on out, he owes them that for giving up so much of their own lives to get him here. This might be his own dream, but without his dad spending countless hours passing him pucks on the lake just for Nate to perfect his slapshot or his mom making extra of her home cooked meals for him to take on the road for tournaments or his sister sending encouraging texts at random times of the day, he never would’ve gotten to this very moment.

“Congratulations again, Nathan. We’re very excited for you to join us for the season this year.” Joe says after the flashes subside and the photographers are satisfied with the picture which is already part of NHL history. Nate nods, a smile still plastered on his face and starts the trek back to his family before having to do some media for the broadcast as other players anxiously await the team that calls out their name as a selection.

And just as quickly as the rush of happiness enveloped him earlier, it disappears. Anyone looking on wouldn’t think anything is wrong, but to Nate, it feels like he’s just been plunged into freezing cold water that wakes him up from this dream to bring him back to reality. Fear and doubt squeezes his heart as thousands of countless negative thoughts flood his mind. 

What if all of this is just a silly dream? What if he got picked first overall and totally tanks the moment he steps onto the ice with the team? Up until today, he wasn’t even expected to be picked first and what does that say about him? About the kind of player he is? What if after all these years of playing hockey, training and pushing to be the best he can be just to get drafted were a waste of time? 

These emotions are unfortunately not unfamiliar to Nate. From the first moment the hockey world noticed a young boy in Cole Harbour, Nova Scotia becoming a player like no other, doubt and fear became permanent residents in Nate’s life. But, like always, he continues on like there isn’t a worry. 

He’s an NHL player now and there’s not a second to waste on the potential that he might not be good enough to make it in this league.

Pressure pushed me to the edge, she worked me to the bone

And jealousy, she lied to me, said I needed things I don't

Shame, she had a way to make me hate myself inside

There it is. The Stanley Cup. Under the warm August sun, the silver trophy glitters beautifully and Nate wishes more than ever that he was the one standing in the back of that pickup truck with the beloved prize every hockey player wants to win. 

Instead, he’s on the side of the crowded road watching the victory parade pass by for the second time in two years. And the one with the Cup in his hands is Nate’s best friend, the pride and joy of Cole Harbour, Sidney Crosby. He loves Sid, always has, but this time around seeing the Cup and not being the one to show it off hurts so much more than it ever has.

The Avalanche finished last in the league this season. There were no playoffs or hopeful wishes of being the champions. While Sidney and the Penguins earned the highest achievement possible in the NHL, Nate and his team wallowed in their own pity because they had hit rock bottom. There was no way they could get any worse.

And Nate couldn’t understand it. How the Avs got here. How he’s yet again the one who’s jealous and brooding on a day where every single person in the province of Nova Scotia couldn’t be any happier. All he’s wanted his whole life was to win that stupid trophy. To thrust it over his head and take a lap around the ice after finally winning, to drink alcohol out of it on the days he gets the Cup to himself, to prove to everyone that he did it. That he was worth it.

He doesn’t need the Cup to show anyone that he’s one of the best players in the league. But in reality, that’s the only thing people care about. Either you’ve won and are regarded as a successful player or you haven’t and are seen as a player struggling to just make it there. Nate hasn’t even had a taste of a real Cup run and he’s in his fourth year. The team only qualified once out of those four, a fact he’s not quick to provide when compared next to Sidney.

All he knows though is that he is sick and tired of feeling like this.

On top of his raging jealousy, a strong wave of shame seizes him and Nate doesn’t bother fighting off the hatred for himself that has only grown since the middle of the season. If there’s one thing everyone knows about Nate, it’s that he’ll do whatever it takes to win, to get better, to help the team improve in areas no one else usually sees. Most of the time, it’s admirable and something that makes him a great athlete and leader.

But now, Nate couldn’t hate himself more for the decision he influenced with a simple text. He doesn’t have that much power as an alternate captain, but enough to convince Gabe and the higher ups that certain things should happen. He’s not proud that he sent the message to Gabe saying that the team needed the young prospect out of North Dakota University for next season. The kid isn’t even a sophomore yet and Nate knows he needs more development to be the best player he can be, but the Avs cannot finish last in the league again and he has a feeling Tyson Jost will be the reason they won’t repeat that exact feat next year. 

There was no questioning of Nate's logic, because he’s Nathan MacKinnon and maybe some of his teammates are still intimidated by him. Even if Tyson isn’t entirely ready to play at the NHL level, everyone agreed to the suggestion and Nate hopes that he’s right. Because right now, as he stands in the crowd of the Cup parade in his hometown, nothing but shame weighs him down. Knowing that he’s stinting another player’s potential just for his own benefit makes him hate himself more than anything.

Next season will undoubtedly bring even more pressure. Whether it’s because of the expectations of being from the same hometown as Sidney Crosby or because of Nate’s genuine talent, the pressure is only going to mount. And Nate swears right then and there that it doesn’t matter what it takes or what he has to do, but he will prove everyone wrong by leading his team to the playoffs and hopefully beyond. 

I found joy on the loneliest of nights

I bought a rock, I tied the knot, and I'm making her my wife

I found joy in my life

Nate stayed true to his word. Not even a year later and the Avs did make it to the playoffs, only to lose in the first round. Despite being an improvement, it still isn’t where any of them wanted to finish the season. It’s already been a few days since the team had been eliminated and almost everyone has either gone home for the summer or are away with their significant others on a trip. Nate, on the other hand, is sitting at the bar he frequents in Denver with a beer in his hand which has gone warm and is trying not to sulk over everything that has gone wrong since he was drafted. He wasn’t expecting a storybook career, but so far, he can’t seem to catch a break no matter how hard he works or how badly he wants to win. 

“Alright, what’s up with you blondie?” Your voice breaks through Nate’s thoughts like bright sunshine shining through the gray clouds on an overcast day. “I gave you that beer almost what? Three hours ago maybe? And you’ve taken like two sips the whole time you’ve been sitting here.”

Nate’s head snaps up at the sound of you talking and he tries to disguise the surprise on display across his face. No one has said a single word to him since he wandered in here earlier to get his mind off things which up until now, hadn’t worked. But to everyone’s credit, being left alone was nice despite the looks of recognition that flashed across a few people’s faces. 

“And?” He answers back, the single word nothing more than a mumble. If you weren’t listening closely, it probably would’ve gotten lost in the noise that fills the bar. And maybe he doesn’t want you to pay attention to him, but something about him intrigues you in a way that you can’t just leave alone. 

“So what happened? Did you get dumped? Dog ran away? Lost a bet?” You rattle off with a teasing tone, hoping he’ll answer in honesty. Even though you’re a bartender, the job requires you to be a built-in therapist as well because people who have had just a little too much to drink love to tell you all of their problems. The blonde man sitting on the other side of the bar has done neither of those things, he just looks incredibly sad and you want to fix that.

“Didn’t get dumped, dog didn’t run away and for once, I didn’t lose a bet.” Nate shakes his head, spinning the bottle around in his hands again as his broad shoulder slump even more. You have no idea who he is or what he’s actually doing here, but you know it’s breaking your heart seeing the handsome stranger look so upset.

“Then I’m not sure why you’re sitting here looking like the whole world is against you.” 

“Because it is.” He replies in defeat and finally looks up at you. The moment his eyes meet yours, everything comes to a stop. You aren’t drying the glass in your hands anymore and Nate is focused on nothing but you. It’s a moment like no other except neither of you can place the significance just yet. Nate holds your gaze for longer than necessary while relishing in the warmth that’s filling his chest before clearing his throat and continuing. “Long story short, I play hockey and my team failed to make it even remotely close to winning anything this year which is my fault.”

“Well, I don’t know much about hockey, but I do know it’s a team sport so it can’t be all your fault.” You say with a soft smile, happy that he decided to open up after all. Your heart is still racing from the unspoken emotions that passed between the two of you just seconds ago and now you can’t stop admiring him. What is he doing here?

Nate opens his mouth to respond, ready to argue that it is in fact his fault, when you raise a single finger in the air to shush him. Excitement takes over your facial features and Nate can’t help smiling a little at the sight of you. He wants to know why such a pretty, smart girl is working at an ordinary bar in Denver.

He hopes he’ll get to find out.

“Don’t say another word. I have just the thing to cheer you up. You don’t seem like much of the talker type, definitely more of a brooder, huh? So this should help. Don’t move a muscle, blondie.” 

And just like that, you’re moving at an impressive speed behind the bar grabbing things that Nate can’t make sense of. He’s interested to know what you’re doing and he can’t stop his mind from wandering to how whatever this feeling in his chest is, it’s one he never wants to go away. If that means keeping you in his life somehow, Nate will do it.

In less than five minutes, you’re standing in front of him again and exchange his gross beer for a full glass that’s topped with whipped cream and a cherry. Nate immediately shoots you a skeptical look, but you’re so proud and happy that he lets you speak before bursting your bubble.

“It’s a cookies and cream milkshake! My personal favorite and it always helps me feel better so figured it might be worth a try. I even used extra Oreos.” You explain, a beaming smile blossoming across your lips and Nate’s breath is stolen away. You’re so gorgeous and happiness looks incredible on you. And although the gesture makes his heart soar, the words he says don’t reveal that.

“I can’t drink that.”

“What do you mean you can’t drink that? Put the straw in your mouth and sip. It’s not that hard.”

“No, like how much sugar is in this thing? I might die and then you’d be charged with homicide to whatever degree. Are you trying to kill me?” Nate asks in all seriousness, spinning the glass in a circle like he’s surveying the shake.

“Okay, Mr. Hockey Player. Have a little fun and drink the stupid milkshake. When was the last time you had ice cream? Age five? It won’t kill you and I promise I’m only trying to help.” Nate smiles at your comments before, against better judgment, putting the straw in his mouth and drinking the milkshake that ends up being insanely good.

“Ohmygod. What did you put in this thing?” Nate exclaims, a light evident in his blue eyes that you’re seeing for the first time all night. The sight is something you want to see forever which is strange considering you just met him tonight.

“Magic.” You smirk, leaning against the counter and focusing all of your attention on the man across from you who has somehow captured your heart in no time. “Now, tell me more about yourself, blondie.”

“Blondie has a name, you know.” Nate flirts back, leaning closer to you. You can’t help but laugh at him, the sweet and happy sound immediately becoming Nate’s new favorite thing in the world. A few hours ago, he came in here sulking and hating everything about life and you somehow totally flipped that around by just being you.

“Hm, and what would that be?” 

“Nathan. But you can call me Nate.”

“Okay, Nathan but you can call me Nate. Get to it. I want every life detail.”

“Nuh uh, I told you my name so now you need to tell me yours.” Nate fires back with a teasing tone, brows raising as if insulating a challenge. You roll your eyes before leaning over to whisper your name to him. And it was right then that Nate knew his life was going to change. 

He met you, someone who is nothing but pure joy in human form, on the loneliest night and he didn’t know it then, but you were going to be his wife. It wasn’t until he picked out the engagement ring to ask you the big question that he realized everything he held to the highest standard meant nothing in comparison to you.

Nate found the joy in his life that night in a random bar in Denver. And nothing has been the same ever since.

And there were days I did not know

If she would pack her bags and go

But that's my girl forever though

And she knows, she knows

“Nathan, you have to talk to me. You can’t keep ignoring me because things aren’t going well for the team. That’s not how this works. That’s not how a relationship works.” You say sternly, eyes narrowing at your boyfriend who stops right in front of you. The Avs were hitting an awkward rough patch in the season and in an effort to be better than the last few years because getting eliminated in the second round is unwanted at best, Nate had been taking each loss to heart in order to keep improving.

All well and good except it was hurting you and your relationship. He hardly talked to you anymore, stewing in his own emotions most of the time. The physical touch and affection that he usually loves so much has disappeared almost entirely and it’s painful when all you want to do is hold him. He’s been training, skating and watching tape more than you can ever remember which leaves little to no time to do anything with you.

It’s killing you inside to see him do this without even realizing. And he still won’t listen to you.

“You knew what you were getting into when we started dating, Y/N. I don’t know what else to tell you.” Nate replies, his tone clipped and annoyed. You know he doesn’t mean it. Of course you knew that going in when you actually figured out who he was. But he’s upset and trying his best to pull more than he can handle for something he’s wanted his whole life. 

“Nathan,” You repeat, trying to keep your voice from wavering. For some reason, Nate turns towards you and you can tell he’s ready to argue. But instead, when his gaze meets yours, something breaks inside him. “What’s going on? How can I help? Don’t shut me out when we’re doing this together.”

Nate doesn’t say anything. You’re met with silence as the two of you stand opposite of each other in the living room. He looks a lot like the Nate you met in the bar a few years ago, not your Nate today. And you won’t let this drop until you figure out why he’s pushing you away.

Before you can push any further, he’s crossing the room and enveloping you in a tight hug. His arms wrap around your body to keep you close and his head falls to the crook of your neck as he lets the feeling of comfort surround him. 

“This isn’t you, bubs.” It’s those four words that get Nate to finally open up and you can tell just by the way he squeezes you a little closer and lifts his head to catch your eyes again. “Please talk to me.”

“I’m scared. Terrified, actually.”

“Of what?”

“Losing you. You deserve so much better than this and I’m just a stupid athlete after this practically unachievable dream and there’s no reason for me to be upset with you when you have nothing to do with it. Sometimes I expect to come home to your bags already packed because you can’t handle this side of me anymore, because you don’t want this anymore. Nothing is stopping you, but you’re still here. The possibility scares me so much.” The words tumble out of Nate’s mouth in one long ramble, breaking your heart into a million pieces in the process. 

“Nate, babe, that’s never going to happen. I’m yours forever. I know that and so do you. You constantly show me that’s the truth and I’m in this for the long run. You are and will always be more than just an athlete. You exist outside of hockey. You’re an amazing boyfriend, son, friend, I could go on and on. I know you want to win more than anything in this world, but we need to figure out how to separate that from us. And you have to let me in. I can’t help if you keep me at a distance.” Nothing but love and honesty seep through your reassurances and a weight is lifted off Nate’s shoulders as he listens to everything you have to say.

“You’re not going anywhere?” He asks teary eyed. You smile at him before running a hand through his blond hair and shaking your head.

“Never. You’re going to be stuck with me.” 

“You’re my girl forever. You know that?” 

“I know.” And as the overwhelming worry subsides, letting Nate breathe again, he surges forward to kiss you. Nothing else matters right then except for you, the love that you share and the life you’ve built together. This is what Nate wants to have forever, something that will be sealed sooner than you realize. 

I found joy and I kiss her every night

She gave me two more of her and I can't believe they're mine

Mmm, now I'm basking in their light

“Okay, they’re both down for the night.” Nate whispers with a tender smile as he walks towards where you’re all snuggled in bed. “Bails needed two bedtime stories tonight, but Hayden was out like a light the second she got into bed.” He continues, the light of happiness glittering in his ocean blue eyes. Even after all these years together, you couldn’t be anymore in love with Nate. He’s your husband, the amazing father of your children and most important person in your life. Neither of you knew how much would come out of that simple night in the bar all that time ago, but life has turned out even better than you could’ve imagined.

Because of him.

“What were Bailey’s picks tonight? ‘Angelina Ballerina’ again? Or are we back to the 'Don't Let The Pigeon Drive The Bus’ obsession?” You ask with a giggle as Nate strips to just his boxers before climbing into bed. Your oldest daughter is quite the bookworm and although she’ll go to sleep with just one bedtime story when you do it, she always makes Nate read two or more. At this point, you wouldn’t be surprised if he has all of her favorites completely memorized.

“Pigeon.” Nate replies with a chuckle, the sound filling your chest with warmth like always. “She helped me do all the funny sounds tonight too. Got the whole production.” 

“I can’t believe they’re growing up so fast.” You murmur suddenly while cuddling into him and that same look of adoration crosses Nate’s facial features. Since the day you told him you were pregnant, he couldn’t believe he was lucky enough to be a dad. Besides playing in the NHL and winning the Cup, that was all he ever wanted. After meeting you, it became his most cherished dream along with getting married. When his two girls arrived, three years apart, his life was flipped upside down each time and he still can’t believe the two of them are his. His babies with you.

“Me either, it’s crazy how fast time has passed.”

And it’s true. Time has passed quicker than he thought was possible especially when it came to the girls. But Nate’s mind is drifting back to the day he got drafted. When the biggest aspiration and dream he had was to win a trophy important within his favorite sport. His career hasn’t been pretty, but it wasn’t all he had even if he got caught up in the wins and losses more often than not. He never pictured himself falling in love and getting the chance to start a family, settle down and be genuinely happy. Except he met you that fateful night and everything changed for the better. 

“You’ve got that look again, baby.” You tease, raising a hand to his cheek to rub your thumb over his skin. 

“I’m just so happy. To have you and the girls. Just being right here is all I could ever ask for. Thank you so much for being a constant source of love and joy in my life. You have been since we met.” Nate confesses, voice tender with emotion as he holds your gaze. “I didn’t think I’d ever get any of this.”

There are no words to properly say what you’d like so you just close the space between the two of you with a tender, yet deep kiss. Nate pulls you into his lap and you can feel his heart racing beneath your palm as happiness rushes through your veins. You love him and he loves you. It’s something you never saw coming, but will never give up now that it’s here.

And for Nate, who pulls away from the kiss with the biggest grin and that familiar sparkle in his eyes, he is going to cherish every moment of this love. Gone are the days where hockey controlled his every move all for one prize. He’s the happiest he’s ever been and getting to experience everyday with you and his beloved little family is like winning the Stanley Cup a million times over.

At the end of the day, he found his joy and nothing else will ever compare to the light of his life.