#And then immediately Jamie’s hand is on Two’s ass to help push him out of the ditch

[yaminerua]

Just casually keeping your hand on your bestest bud’s hip

[livinginshambles]

But what about me | James Potter

Pairing: James Potter x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5.1k

Summary: Established relationship - You're jealous of the new girl but are mature about it, James is oblivious, and he also forgets your birthday and anniversary.

Notes: So here it is, a new version. I'm not going to continue the taglist, because it is kind of a hassle to take care of. Lily is our friend. OC Rosalie sucks. James is stupid. Spelling mistakes, grammar mistakes, probably a happy ending, you know the drill.

Masterlist

“What’s on your mind?”

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You stared at James from a distance.

You shot up, your eyes widened in an alarmed manner before your posture relaxed when you saw it was Annabelle. She was a Hufflepuff ghost, a student who had tragically died during a Triwizard tournament, a few decades ago.

You shook your head in reassurance. “Nothing’s on my mind-“

��-So, the usual then?” Sirius’ voice popped up behind you and you wasted no time in elbowing him in the ribs, causing him to let out an “oomph”. You quickly waved at Annabelle who floated off.

“Watch it Padfoot,” you sternly told him, and you tried your best to give him a reprimanding look. By the laughing sound of his reaction, you failed in appearing intimidating.

“So,” Sirius began. “Big day tomorrow ey?” He wiggled his eyes suggestively. You laughed and rolled your eyes. “Yeah, my birthday. Stop making it sound weird,” you huffed, and you shook your head.

“Totally worth it, Annika just walked past us with a beet red face,” Sirius defended with a mischievous grin.

“You should stop your inappropriate comments, I mean you are literally my cousin,” you stated loudly, and Sirius earned a disgusted look from another student passing by.

Sirius’ mouth hung open and then he scrambled to defend himself. “So, we’re not related at all, she was kidding!” His voice and pitch raised by the end of the sentence as he called out to the student who’d given him a not-so-subtle side eye.

You gave him a smug look. “Fine,” Sirius relented. “Truce?” You two shook hands.

“You’re not trying to steal my girl, are you Pads?” Two arms found their way around your waist, followed by a kiss to your cheek.

Sirius let go of your hand to hold them up in surrender. “I wouldn’t dare, Prongs, just chatting because she seemed lonely,” he shrugged. You shot him a glare.

“Lonely?” James’ attention immediately zoned in on you.

“He’s just talking out of his ass, Jamie,” you waved it off.

Sirius raised his eyebrows. “Oh, because you were definitely not longingly looking at Prongs here, talking to that gir-“ This time, you kicked his shins.

“Nah, I’m just pranking you, mate,” Sirius nonchalantly changed course and patted James on the shoulder while he passed him. James ignored him and focused on you.

He spun you around by one arm, held above your head like you were doing a ballroom dance. His hands quickly settled on your sides when you faced him, and he leaned over to pepper your face full of pecks. You grinned up at him and he fondly looked back before pulling you in again for a deeper kiss.

“Really?” A portrait next to you spoke up snorted. “Right in front of my salad?” He gestured to the painted salad on the dinner table in front of him.

James pointedly ignored him and instead tried to pull you a little bit closer. Not that that was possible.

“Oh, now you’re just doing it on purpose,” The man in the painting complained, and you would imagine the grimace on his face if you weren’t too preoccupied with James, who was leaving small pecks against your lips.

“Don’t like what you see, look away,” James murmured against you.  

“Disrespectful cretin these days. I would look away, but you are right in my sight,” The portrait huffed dramatically. You softly pushed James away to offer the poor man a sheepish look but found that he’d already escaped to a neighboring painting.

“So tomorrow,” James started, and you couldn’t help but get excited at the prospect of a date with James. That giddy feeling sank very quickly when James finished his sentence.

“I’ll be training our newest Chaser for the day. That’s the girl I was talking to before,” he explained. “Her name’s Rosalie James, isn’t that funny? Like her last name is James, it confused me a lot during today’s practice,” James continued, not noticing that your mind had wandered of the brunette girl.

“She even joked that if we’d get married, I could change my name to James James,” he laughed. You didn’t particularly see the humor in that.

“Anyway,” he continued, “I know I said that we would study together in the library tomorrow, but I think we should move that to Sunday.”

You frowned, “can we not just move it to the evening then?” you asked, wondering if James was really planning on spending the entirety of your birthday with someone else.

“Well, it’s from 9 o’clock until 7 o’clock in the evening, and we have a Quidditch party thing afterwards, but it’s more of a teambuilding thing. I can ask them if you can join though?” James offered.

You blinked at him in confusion before offering him a smile in return. “What, no- I wouldn’t want to intrude,” you denied. You assumed that he’d find some time to squeeze in a birthday celebration.

James shrugged. “Suit it yourself, love.”

You didn’t actually think James would forget your birthday. After all, James was literally the perfect boyfriend. He was proud to show you off to people, always ready to lend an ear when you needed to, and most of all showering you with love, any chance he gets.

But we’re all still humans after all, today was very busy so it probably just slipped his mind. That’s completely okay, you told yourself. And so, you tried to push away your thoughts, wanting to enjoy the cake that you and the girls had snuck from the kitchen as a late-night snack.

“Red velvet is the best, I swear,” Lily laughed with a sigh as she let herself fall flat on her back in satisfaction. Marlene agreed wordlessly, preoccupied with stuffing more cake in her mouth.

“Happy birthday again,” Alice smiled kindly at you, and you beamed at her. “Thank you, guys, for today, you shouldn’t have bought me the expensive painting equipment,” you said as you motioned towards the brand-new canvasses, brushes, primer, and oil paint.

“Nonsense,” Marlene replied in mock offense. “But you will paint me one day, right?” She batted her eyelashes at you. You pretended to think about it. “I mean, for 15 galleons?” you joked and then had to rush to take your words back when Marlene agreed without hesitance.

“I was only joking,” you laughed and swatted her lightly.

“Eh, leave the joking to your boyfriend and the other marauders,” Lily teased you. “Speaking of them,” she started, and you looked down, knowing the follow up question. “What did they get you for your birthday?

“Well,” you recalled your day so far. “Peter, Remus and Sirius gifted me an expandable suitcase, so I can put all my collectables in there.”

“Damn,” Alice whispered. You sheepishly scratched your head. “Yeah, it took me by surprise too. Last I checked, it cost way too much. I sure hope they acquired it in a legal manner,” you joked.

“I mean, both Sirius and James are well off, so maybe they could afford it and actually bought it,” Alice joked along.

You shrugged. “Oh, James didn’t pitch in for the suitcase. Remus said that he’d told them he was getting something more personal for me,” you said.

“Ugh, what a sap,” Lily commented lightheartedly, and you agreed with a chuckle. “So, what did he get you then?” Lily asked exasperatedly, already expecting something ridiculously grand.

There was a beat of silence.

“Uh, I’m not sure, we didn’t get around to celebrating my birthday together,” you settled on answering.

“What?” Marlene, Lily, and Alice asked in chorus.

“He was busy,” you defended James.

“The entire day?” Marlene squinted her eyes, absolutely seeing through your bullshit excuse. You shrugged in response but nodded your head. “The entire day?” She repeated in disbelief. “Like he couldn’t pop in in the morning or during breakfast?” You shrugged again.

“I guess he forgot,” you mumbled, starting to feel down again. Alice quickly caught on to that and decided to change the subject, trying to cheer you up. “Anyway, should we picnic tomorrow by the lake?”

You exhaled in relief. “I would love that.”

Sirius and James entered their dorms and greeted the other two marauders. “And? Did she like the suitcase?” Sirius immediately asked while he made himself at home on the foot end of Remus’ bed.

“Definitely, like she couldn’t believe it. She even did the happy wiggly dance,” Peter and Remus laughed at the memory. Sirius held his hand up to high five them and grinned in victory. “I told you guys, she needed someplace to put all that stuff she collects.”

James had been utterly confused since he stepped into the room and was not at all following the conversation. It was definitely about you, he figured that much from the wiggly happy dance. But what on earth were they buying you stuff for?

“You guys gave Y/N a suitcase?” He asked cluelessly.

“Yeah, why?” Remus inquired, eyebrows raised. “Is that not up to standard to the great James Potter?” He sarcastically asked, already expecting James to start gloating about whatever he got as a present for you.

“Well, if you guys have that much money in abundance to spend, save some for great pranks too,” James complained jokingly.

Sirius stared at James in confusion. “Huh?”

Peter tilted his head while examining James’ facial expression of confusion and then hesitantly asked. “James, did you forget about Y/N’s birthday?”

Time stopped for James, and he could hear his heart beat loudly, blood rushing to his ears as realization dawned on him, entirely to slowly.

“Merlin!” he loudly cursed, wide-eyed.

At his confession, Remus and Sirius’ jaws slacked. “You forgot!?” They shouted in unison.

Peter covered his ears at their yelling.

“Y/N!”

You turned your head, trying to find the source and halted in your step when your eyes landed on James who was frantically making his way through the hordes of students, crowding the corridor. He had been trying to find you since breakfast.

“Yes?”

James stopped in front of you, out of breath, a little flushed in the face and an apologetic expression adorned his face. You already knew what he was going to say and held up your hand to stop him in advance.

“I don’t need your apology,” you sighed out. James words died in his throat, and it took a moment for him to break out of it. “Love, I’m a right twit, I know.” He unintentionally shot you a defeated look with puppy eyes that you couldn’t help but melt for.

“How was your day yesterday?” was all you ended up asking as you continued making your way towards the library. You motioned with your head for him to follow you.

“I missed you,” James sincerely answered. He still pouted, seemingly upset, but all directed at himself of course. “I can’t believe I forgot,” he frowned. “I’ll work to be the greatest boyfriend again, I promise.” His eyes sparkled with determination, and you couldn’t suppress your amusement anymore, a smile lifting the corners of your lips.

“Well, you’re not off the hook yet, Potter.”

“Not the last name,” James whined. You shot him an unimpressed look that had him accept defeat.

“So, no kisses for you anymore,” you huffed for extra measure, in retaliation to his complaint.

“Wait what? You can’t do that, that’s so mean,” James immediately protested.

“For a week,” you added. “Forgetting about me yesterday was mean to me too.”

James’ hand made its way to intertwine with yours. “Fine,” he grumbled. “But this is still okay, right?”

You squeezed his hand. “It’s twelve o’clock right now. Do you want to have lunch first or study a little bit in the library?”

James gave you a bright smile. “Whatever you want.”

“I want you to choose,” you retorted.

“Lunch, please.”

James spent the following week almost draped over you. His entire body leaned into you, your hands always together, and every time he came in for a kiss, he reminded himself to respect your wishes, which left him burying his face in your neck instead.

It was Sunday and you hummed peacefully to yourself while you were sketching in the boys’ dorms, on James’ bed. You sat in the middle of his crossed legs, his arms were wrapped around your middle. His chin was rested on your shoulder which left him with the perfect view on your drawing in progress.

“I love you,” he quietly mumbled.

“I know, Jamie. I love you too,” you nudged him. James’ arms slipped away, and he moved away from you, you frowned at the loss of contact and warmth, leaning into the pillows behind you instead. “What are you-?”

James moved in front of you and nestled himself between your own crossed legs, back to your stomach, exchanging the position you had previously been in. He slouched a bit until his head leaned against your chest.

“My, you’re putty today, love,” you teased him softly. You closed your sketchbook and started untangling his curly hair.

“I’m really sorry I missed your birthday,” James whispered. You melted.

You chuckled and shrugged. “Sometimes things slip our mind. It just made me feel a little bummed out, that’s all.”

James hummed. “Well, I can promise you that I won’t forget about our anniversary though,” he said, voice filled with determination. You laughed. “That’s still a long time from now Jamie,” you mused.

“I’m already counting down the days so that there’s absolutely no way that I’ll forget it.”

“Hey James?”

James looked up at you.

“It’s twelve o’clock.”

James blinked twice and then a wolfish grin appeared as he practically jumped up and turned to face you, tackling you to bring you in for a kiss.

You groaned at the impact of your head against the wall behind you and James grinned sheepishly in apology before grabbing your hips and pulling you further down the bed to make space so he could finally press his lips to yours, all while completely melting into you and sighing in relief at the feeling.

And for two weeks, everything seemed to be perfectly fine. Until Rosalie joined the picture again, that is.

Dorcas sat next to you in class and elbowed you softly. “What’s up with James and that girl?” she whispered. You looked up from your notes and glanced at James who was nodding enthusiastically at a drawing that Rosalie was showing James. It was a portrait of him, and you couldn’t help but feel a pit in your stomach at how well she drew him.

Features that were so on point, up to the little details like the three tiny birthmarks that seem to disappear amidst his freckles and that one freckle on his upper lip that you often pressed an extra peck to. You knew that for such a detailed, accurate and hyper realistic drawing, Rosalie had probably spent a lot of time studying him up close.

You averted your attention back to Dorcas and forced a smile. “She’s their new Chaser,” was all you replied.

Dorcas sent another skeptical look in James and Rosalie’s direction but didn’t comment on it any further.

“Guess what, love?!” James burst into the common room where you and Remus were calmly reading. James skipped over to the couch you were sitting on and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“What?” you entertained him.

“I just made a deal with the kitchen elves and they’re going to cook us a candle lit dinner for our anniversary,” James triumphantly grinned from ear to ear as if he had just won the Quidditch cup.

Your eyes widened and you jumped up in excitement and disbelief. “How did you manage to do that?” You curiously pondered.

James puffed his chest. “A magician never reveals his secrets,” he secretively replied, and you huffed and swatted him with a laugh. “We’re all magicians here, James,” you pointed out with a pout.

James leaned down to press a kiss to your pouted lips. “Just enjoy dinner with me. It’s in three weeks.” He was not about to tell you that he made a deal with the elves to go and clean the kitchen every day after supper for three weeks.

“Thank you, James,” you said, voice muffled because you had your face buried in his neck, arms around him in a tight hug.

You were incredibly excited for your anniversary, having a surprise for him as well, as you managed to get him tickets to the Quidditch world cup.

You waited for James in the changing rooms, Gryffindor had just lost an important match to Slytherin, and you knew that James would be feeling down. The Gryffindor team walked in, and you got up from the bench you were seated on. When you found James, he immediately came in for a hug.

“You did great out there, love. I’m proud of you,” you whispered.

“But it wasn’t enough,” James frowned. “They’re just always better than us, it doesn’t even matter how much we practice, because in the end, we can’t beat them.”

You stroked his hair in a consoling manner.

“And what’s the point if we can’t bloody beat Slytherin,” James spat out in frustration. You threw Sirius a look over James’ shoulder.

“Don’t say that, Jamie. You’ve won the last two games, and you don’t have to win against them,” you tried. Apparently, that was not what James wanted to hear and you would later beat yourself up for seeming to discard his feelings.

James pulled away with a frown. “But it’s not enough!” You flinched at his loud tone. “I just want-, It’s,” he let out an aggravated sound. “You don’t understand, okay. The feeling of constantly losing to the same opponent, its-“ James was struggling to find the words and you tried to apologize, alarmed, and feeling guilty.

Rosalie showed up behind James and put a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, we’ll get them next time, James. She just doesn’t get it because she’s not on the team.”

You felt hurt by her dismissive statement and wanted to retort when James agreed with her. “Exactly, Y/N, you don’t even play Quidditch, you don’t know what this feels like.”

Your heart sank in embarrassment and hurt, and your mouth formed an inaudible ‘oh’.

“Come on, Prongs. It’s not her fault we lost, don’t take it out on her,” Sirius moved to stand next to James and swatted him lightly. James sighed, closed his eyes, and pinched his nose.

“’m sorry, love. That was totally uncalled for,” he admitted, and he reached his arm for you to pull you back in for a hug. You subtly evaded his arm and swiftly moved yourself to the door.

“No, no. I actually need to go meet up with Peter, so uh. You guys have fun. And yeah,” you awkwardly did a mini wave with your hand towards the  team and fled.

Sirius leaned in towards James. “Good job, mate.”

“Sod off.” You didn’t leave his mind at all for the rest of the night.

You were about to scream bloody murder when you were shaken awake in the middle of the night, but a hand covered your mouth and when your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you could vaguely make out your boyfriend.

“James?” you incredulously whispered. “What in Merlin’s name are you doing here?”

James motioned to his invisibility cloak. “Sleep with me?” He asked and gave you a pleading look. You folded and so you tripled to the boy’s dorms under the cloak and then nestled yourself in his arms. A leg draped over his while you two fell into a peaceful slumber.

James was once again looking everywhere for you. This time with a slight sense of dread instead of the usual excitement.

When he finally found you and saw that you were laughing along with Sirius, he hesitated. He was halfway through changing his mind on addressing the issue with you when you called out to him.

“Morning!” you said, and you slid a sandwich in his direction. “You missed breakfast today, everything okay?" You asked.

James glanced at Sirius, and he excused himself and then left.

“I know we were going to go to Hogsmeade for our anniversary, but Rosalie managed to get tickets to a Quidditch game of our favourite team, and we even get to meet them afterwards. Like I can ask them for tips on playing, it’s just such an opportunity…” He trailed off when he noticed your fallen expression, which you quickly tried to cover up.

“Hey, that sounds like an amazing opportunity,” you assured him because it was true.

“We’re still on for that candle lit dinner, though?” You tried to joke, but it came off more as an insecure question.

James immediately enveloped you in a big hug. “Of course we are, 10 o’clock in the evening and I promise I’ll make it up to you afterwards.”

You laughed quietly. “You better.”

Your eyes crinkled in laughter as the kitchen elves tried their best to cheer you up and keep you occupied while James was hopefully simply running late. But by the time it was one o’clock in the morning, you decided to call it a night and thanked the elves for teaching you two new dishes and chess.

On your way to the dorms, you heard hushed whispers around the corner. When you turned it, however, you saw it was empty, but you knew better. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, contemplating if you wanted to do this now or tomorrow.

“James,” you called out.

There was a beat of silence and then the invisibility cloak slid off to reveal James and Rosalie, sneaking back inside the castle.

“Love? What are you doing up at this hour-“ he stopped halfway through his sentence with a curse.

“Wait, Y/N, this is my fault, not James’,” Rosalie piped up, but you were done with her.

“Go.”

Rosalie shot James one last glance and when he didn’t look back at her, instead still frozen, attention focused on you, she scurried away.

“I lost track of time. We went to have drinks with the players and time flashed by so quickly and then I completely forgot. And then Rosalie got sick, so -“

“Stop talking about her for a moment.” James looked at you, confused.

“Every single time, it is always you and Rosalie. It’s always her.” You didn’t bother hiding your hurt feelings anymore.

“But what about me,” you whispered defeatedly.

James shook his head. “No, it’s not her. I swear it’s not. It’s bad timing.” he firmly stated. “This isn’t even her fault, it was me and my enthusiasm to go to the game, I-“

“Why do you keep defending her?” You cut him off, allowing tears to well up in your eyes. James bit his lower lip. “I’m sorry,’ he eventually admitted.

“Yeah,” you breathed out exhaustedly. “You always are, aren’t you? Just like you always promise to make it up to me.”

“I will,” he weakly defended. “We can go back to the kitchen right now, eat food, celebrate our anniversary,” his eyes desperately searched yours for forgiveness, but in the darkness of the castle, he couldn’t find any.

“I spent three hours in the kitchen already, I’ve eaten the great food that the elves prepared for me, and our anniversary has already passed,” you coldly stated.

James’ eyes averted to his own feet, ashamed.

You tightly shut your eyes for a moment. And basked in the silence. When you opened your eyes again, you took in James’ posture. He seemed so very small all of a sudden.

Then you walked straight past him, while he was still frozen in place. When you passed him, you halted next to him and turned your head towards him. “I really hope she’s worth it, James.”

This seemed to snap him out of it, and he turned around in a flash. “Wait!” he called out in panic and immediately lowered his voice. “You’re not breaking up with me, right?” His eyes were pleading, and he looked distraught.

You scoffed softly to yourself. “I don’t want to talk to you right now. I’m tired, so I’m going to bed, or else I actually will,” you replied shortly and retreated to your dorm.

Sirius whistled when James entered the room and unknowingly started to rub salt right in James’ well-deserved wound. “One o’clock in the morning, damn Prongs. You two must’ve had fun in the kitchen. How was the food? Did you like the present? I helped her with that,” he boasted.

James shook his head, “I messed it up again, Padfoot.”

Sirius eyes squinted ever so slightly at James. “No way,” he ended up asking in disbelief.

James didn’t answer right away, and Sirius got up out of bed and approached James. Then he shoved him. “Tell me you showed up for your anniversary, Prongs.”

James who had been looking at the ground finally met Sirius eye to eye, tears pooling in his own eyes. “We just lost track of the time, and then Ro-“

“If you finish that sentence and it’s about Rosalie, I will hurt you, James Potter.”

James helplessly looked at Sirius. “But you guys have it all wrong. It’s not her fault-“

Sirius grabbed James by the collar and shook him for good measure. “Prongs, mate. Wake the bloody hell up, would you.” His eyes bore straight through James’.

“Rosalie fancies you. It’s as clear as day. She demands your attention at all times. Asks for Quidditch practice, specifically with you, for an entire day. She diminishes our Y/N’s value in front of everyone, is pretentious and makes it seem as if you two are more compatible. She tries so hard to have so many common things with you like her last name, and she literally has a sketchbook full of portraits of you, which is rather creepy. Besides, she fully knew you were supposed to be back by ten o’clock for your date. I get it man, it’s subtle, but you’re smarter than that.”

Sirius released James and sighed. “And worst of all, Prongs, is that you let it happen. And every time you do, she wins a little more until Y/N will stop playing this stupid game for you.”

James let Sirius’ words sink in and the more he thought about it, the more he realized how right Sirius was.

“I don’t do it on purpose, Pads. Believe me. I know everything looks terrible, but I didn’t realize it.” James took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes tiredly, and pulled a hand through his locks.

“I forgot her birthday, but it was just a busy day, and I don’t really have a choice as captain but to train the new players. A-and I immediately apologized to Y/N when I realized what a twat I was in the locker room. And I didn’t miss my anniversary for a date with another girl or anything, there was a once in a lifetime opportunity to meet people I’ve looked up to, and I know it looks bad together because Rosalie was involved in all those instances, but I never meant to hurt Y/N. You know I’m in love with her.”

James started pacing through the room. It was a miracle that the others hadn’t woken up yet.

“Okay, I believe you,” Sirius decided after consideration. “But maybe try properly explaining and apologizing to Y/N. And then confront Rosalie and tell her to sod off.”

James nodded. “Yeah, yeah okay. I’ll do that.” Sirius looked a little skeptically at James and then patted his shoulder before climbing back in bed, while James did the same.

He had almost fallen back asleep when James asked, “Do you think she’d forgive me?”

Sirius was quiet. He’d seen the hurt look on your face multiple times and had instead tried to keep your mind off of James whenever he saw you stare at James and Rosalie.

“I think she might break up with me, Sirius,” James whispered in a small voice. He couldn’t sleep, his mind was filled with guilt, distress and you.

“Go sleep James, we’ll figure it out in the morning.”

You took a deep breath before pushing through the grand doors of the Great Hall. You spotted the empty seat amongst the marauders and let your eyes slide across the Gryffindor table to look for James.

You found him talking with Rosalie, and you almost wanted to turn around and leave, when you spotted her sour face when he finally walked back to his seat. James wore a relieved expression and was greeted by the marauders with pats on the back in congratulations.

Sirius spotted you and waved you over, scooting over himself so you could squeeze in.

“Good morning,” you gratefully smiled at the boys and sat down. James absentmindedly loaded your favourite food on your plate out of habit and then hesitated. He hadn’t really dared look you in the eyes yet, still ashamed after lying awake all night, thinking of all the things he’d done.

When your stretched out hand appeared in his sight, he looked up and saw a kind expression on your face. He handed you the plate and relaxed a little.

“Sirius tells me you want to explain some things to me, so unless you have a date with Rosalie over there,” you gestured to the girl who was not looking happy. “We could talk after breakfast?”

James nodded eagerly, eyes wide. “Yes, please.” He stared at you, and almost frowned, wondering why you didn’t seem as angry as you did last night, or rather this early morning.

You noticed his stare and knew what he was thinking. “I told you; I was tired, upset and couldn’t deal with it then. But I’ve had a good night’s sleep. I have thought about everything and decided that I’m not going to rashly throw away two years of unconditional love and friendship between us, for things that I feel like you want to explain to me. It’s not so black and white in decisions when it comes to love and my love isn’t that fragile.”

“Thank you,” James breathed out, already feeling like crying.

“Don’t thank me, thank Pads, he is vouching for you,” you hummed. “But your explanation better be worth it. And that’ll be at least two weeks without kisses.”

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Attitude

We had all decided to go the fair well a decent amount of us. Bada and Howl thought it would be a good idea to have a double date. I thought it would be fun, plus who doesn't love the fair. All the happy smiles turned to shit when Jamie caught a panties in a bunch. Claiming she didn't wanna hang out today, which of course was unlike her, she loves hanging out with our friends. Though, I had wanted to know the reason only for her to sit there and ignore when I asked her. That was strike one. When we got here, Bada suggested we had towards some rides before we ate, so it wouldn't get crowded until we were done, really. "Why, are we listening to her? What if I don't wanna do that?" She said that shit out loud, and Bada turned in her direction, trying to apologize, only for her to suck her teeth and push her out of that way.

Now that shit was strike two, especially when I tried to talk to her again, and she proceeded to completely walk away from the conversation like I wasn't even there. It's like she was slowly making it her mission to fuck up everyone's day, and fuck was she succeeding. Then, as we were walking towards the haunted house, I spotted Minho now. I had no isdue with the fellow members of stray kids, but Minho was nice. Very nice to my girl, that is, though let her tell it that just got along really well and he was a nice friend. "Yea, right a nice friend that wanted to fuck you or even get a simple lick on your neck. That kid acts like he has never seen the female body when he gets around you." She shut down the argument immediately. Maybe I was being jealous but rightfully so.

"Hey, I didn't expect to see you all here. I thought you told me you couldn't show up to our practice cause something big came up." The look I gave him then her was absolutely fucking wild. She didn't want to spend time with me today because she wanted to hang around this fucking clown. "Yea, it's no biggy. I was practically forced by Seoyoung over there. But we can hang out now, if you want, they don't mind." Noe that shit was strike three and four all together. She just blew up the fucking scale. Before he could answer, I saw that smile on his face, like hell, he is hanging out with anyone today. "I'll be right back. I need to use the ladies' room. Baby, could you help me?" She stares at me for a moment while looking confused. Before I yank her hand and dragged her to the nearest bathroom.

"Omg, what the fuck Seoyoung. Why are you grabbing me like that? Someone is gonna think your ass is kidnapping me." I turned around to glance at her before finding the biggest unused stall and shoving her in. All I heard were her constant protests and slick remarks that I was so fucking tired of you hearing all day. "Say another word or so help me God I will bend you over and fuck you until you scream my name loud enough for that bitch to hear all the way outside." She gasped while looking at me in shock. Slowly backing up into the wall to find some sort of secure point to ground herself. She was scared, but finally she was listening to me. "Wow, there it is, huh? Only way to get a slut to listen. You've been sitting her all day, catching attitudes and throwing fucking tantrums. What the fuck is your problem, huh? And making plans to hang with Minho, you want to hang with him over me?" She shoke her head aggressively. "I'm s-sorry, baby. I'll be good-nghh." Shoving her into the wall while rubbing over her clit through her panties, "Now I'm your baby, before I was Seoyoung. Just needed your sloppy hole filled, didn't you?"

She whines while her head falls back against the wall, letting out harsh breaths. Trying to regain her strength, she tries to grab my arm to slow me down. So I moved her panties to the side and shoved my fingers in her pussy. She screamed out loud, I placed my hand over her mouth and kissed her neck to quiet her down. "Just want everyone to hear you, don't you, baby? My little slut that can't follow simple rules. Always fucking up. Knowing I'm gonna put you right back in your place. Tell me, could he make you feel like this." She moans in my ear, fuck did she sound good. "P-please, I'll be good." She was whining, like always. "I know you will, baby." I say as I stop and suck on my fingers while she stares at me, "why would you do that? I'm sorry I'll be better, I promise." I just kiss her cheek and tell her," Let's go. "Bad girls don't get to come, you know that. But good girls get so much. You have to earn it, show me you can earn it." She pouts but agrees, knowing I won't go back on my word. "I'll be the best for you. You'll see, baby." I pat her head listening to her word while ficing her clothes. And grabbing her hand. "Just needed a little attitude adjustment, baby."

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[sabineelectricheart]

Escapades from the Basement

Summary: Derek is hosting his girlfriend’s birthday bash. He still wants some time alone with her.

Rating: MA - Content is only suitable for mature adults. May contain explicit language and adult themes.

Words: 1700

Notes: It’s Derek’s birthday, but the one who’s getting the gift is me!

"Hand over your controller, you're banned from the next round." Cove scowls with an intensity hardly suited to a game of Smash Bros.

Derek merely grins as he rolls his eyes.

"It's not my fault you can't time your shield properly." The athlete says as he tosses his controller towards Terry, who fumbles it a bit on contact. "But fine, if you guys can't handle my masterful strategies, then go play in the kiddie pool with each other for a bit."

Jamie gives her boyfriend a sceptical grin as he wraps an arm around her waist beside her, seemingly oblivious to the stream of critical comments regarding his "masterful strategies". The general consensus is that they were cheap and repetitive at best, but Miranda does remind everyone that they should have expected Derek to go to such lengths to win in front of her.

Terry leans back over the arm of the couch to look up at the two of them. "Hey Derek, since you've been dishonourably discharged, mind grabbing us some refills?"

"Dishonourably discharged? Come on!" He scoffs.

He looks at his girlfriend for backup, but before she can chime in, Miranda adds, "Formally exiled?"

"Kindly instructed to piss off." A still very irritated Cove follows quickly.

Derek throws his hands up and sighs.

"Fine, fine, another round of drinks from your humble servant.” He nudges the girl in his arms on his way to the stairs. "Mind giving me a hand? We're looking at six drinks and I don’t have a tray."

"And be an accomplice to a known criminal?" She replies with a smirk, though she does follow to help nonetheless.

Jamie cannot remember the last time she felt so naturally warm and giddy. The young man can be a terrible tease, and sometimes more dismissive than she would like, but there is no doubt in her mind that he cherishes her, especially given all he had arranged for her birthday.

By some miracle, he had managed to get all of their mutual friends to schedule time that weekend to spend time together at his pro-athlete fancy crib, sharing drinks and food, games and movies, and enough dumb jokes that her face is already sore from laughter.

She had not expected him to go to such lengths for her birthday, and if she did dare to imagine how he would choose to celebrate, she would assume it would be something more traditionally romantic. Frankly, the fact that he had instead chosen to surround her with her friends showed that he understood her better than perhaps she had even considered.

This is not to say that the young woman has not been quite pleased with the moments of alone time that the two of them have stolen among the celebrations. Judging by the sideways glance he sends at her direction as she follows him up the stairs from the basement, he has something similar in mind for her right now.

As they reach the kitchen area, she mumbles to herself, "Okay, it was Pilsner for Miranda and Terry, coconut water for Cove…"

"C'mere, you.” He says in a low and devious tone as he tugs her to him by the waist.

Derek cuts off her coy laughter with his lips on hers. Strong hands run up her sides as he pushes her against the nearest wall, and the sound of their friends downstairs immediately fades from her mind.

With a soft moan, Jamie parts her lips for his tongue. It is as skilful as ever as it runs against hers, sensually exploring her mouth. Then, she feels his hand grab at her ass, shamelessly enjoying the feeling of her flesh filling out his palm and then some. He gives a low groan, and his kisses begin to trail away from her lips and along her jawline.

Already panting despite herself, she clings to the front of his t-shirt and manage to say, "Derek! The... The others will notice! We don't have time..."

"No time to spoil the guest of honour on her own birthday?" He whispers against her ear. "Just try me. You won't last more than five minutes."

His fingers play coyly at the hem of her shorts, but his lips part from she as he awaits her go-ahead.

She gives a slanted smile and says, "You win one round of Smash and get all cocky. Fine, just try it, but if it takes too long, we have to go…"

Before Jamie can finish, he has lifted her into his arms, only to set her down, sitting on the nearest countertop. Derek catches her in one more deep, impassioned kiss, pulling yet another gasping moan from her.

Her thighs grip around his hips, but he suddenly breaks from her, leaving her very-kissed lips slightly parted. Then, he tugs her shorts and panties down her legs at once, and lowers onto his knees.

"Derek!" She gasps out, though she does lean back and angle herself for him as his head dips between her parted thighs.

Her boyfriend wastes no time. In an instant, the heat of his mouth is on her clit and the surrounding sensitive flesh. Throwing her head back, she moans loudly, suddenly feeling glad that the TV downstairs is so loud and her friends are shouting and jeering their way through their next match.

Without a thought, her fingers tangle through his bronze hair, urging him on as his tongue pulses eagerly against her stiffened clit. His hands grip her thighs as he presses himself against her, servicing her near obsessively. It seems he meant to make good on that "no more than five minutes" threat.

The heat of his breath and the vibration of his voice send a shiver up her spin as Derek groans against her. For a moment, his tongue travels lower, teasing at her soaking wet entrance. She whimpers, her hips pitching towards him subconsciously as he laps at her juices.

He thrusts into her, and Jamie gasps out his name, her fingers tightening in his short hair. Still, he does not linger there for long. He can tell she is very close to the edge, and with time to spare. Returning to her aching clit, he buries himself between the soaked lips of her pussy, sucking at the tender flesh while the tip of his tongue flicks across the sensitive little nub.

Her eyes roll back, her legs tremble around him, and she swears that, for a moment, she sees white. With a final cry of his name, she grinds her hips against him, urging him harder against her throbbing clit until she cums with a powerful shudder through her entire body. Panting heavily, face flushed, she watches him pull away from her with a smirk and a pleased hum. Once more, he drags his tongue along her slit, licking up her cum and savouring her taste and her little squeak of surprise.

"No... Not fair..." She whimpers out.

Derek only chuckles as he rises to his feet with her previously discarded shorts and panties in hand.

"So? How long did you last, babe?" He prods with an absolutely insufferable smirk.

She makes an attempt at a disapproving glare as she snatches her clothing from him. At first, she ignores the question, sliding back onto her feet to dress herself.

"C'mon.” The young man graciously allows her to make herself presentable before urging her to look at him with a hand at her chin. "Tell me how quickly I made you cum."

Her eyes dart to the nearby microwave clock, and she grumbles, "Just under four minutes..."

His grin widens, and he places a sweet and soft kiss to her lips. "Happy birthday, babe."

"That was... A hell of a present.” She admits with a shy smile.

"Please, that was only a warmup.” He says, amber eyes indulgently wandering her body. "Your birthday's not over yet, you know? You'll get the real present later tonight."

The mere thought causes that familiar warmth to bloom at her core, and she has half a mind to drag him away to the nearest bed here and now. Yet, there are other things to be concerned about.

Both of them turn their heads at the sound of roaring cheers and boos, and the tell-tale banter of the end of another round. Jamie and Derek exhale in unison, and he turns to the refrigerator while she takes a moment to finish composing herself.

"Right, so we're looking at two Pilsners, a coconut water, a coke, a cider, and... You know what? Let's just bring the wine down there with us for ease of access." He rattles off everyone's drink orders as though he had not just interrupted his errand to drive his girlfriend to a mind-numbing orgasm.

She gives him an awkward half-smile and a shrug, then come to receive as many drinks as she can carry. As he lists them off to ensure he has not forgotten anyone's order, she interrupts him by standing on her toes and planting a brief but tender kiss to his lips.

"Thank you, Derek.” She sees his eyebrow quirk upward and goes on, "For… For planning all of this just for my birthday, for opening up your house for a bunch of people to prod around. And for the incredible orgasm.” She adds, since she can see him about to mention it. "But mostly for how fun this whole weekend has been."

Seeing Derek blush is a rare treat, but Jamie is certain that she can see that faint flush across his tanned complexion at her praise.

His gaze softens and he says simply, "You know I'd do anything for you."

Soon enough, they are both headed back to the basement with arms full of drinks, moving slowly to avoid tripping or spilling. As they start distributing the cargo, Cove mutters something about the wait.

Derek flippantly replies, "Sorry man, a beer can exploded. It’s a total mess up there."

"Ah, alright.” Cove mutters, though he receives his coconut water graciously.

Derek glances over at Jamie, and the knowing smirk he wears, tinged with genuine warmth and fondness, makes her all the more eager for the coming night.

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[sthavoc]

༉‧🩹 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 | ENZO VOGRINCIC

𖥔 ࣪˖ pairing: bbsf!enzo x young!fem!reader

𖥔 ࣪˖ summary: where enzo confesses he has feeling for you after defending you from a guy you were talking to.

𖥔 ࣪˖ warnings: cussing(the usual lol). a few punches. reader is likeeee 24. yall it gets a bit heated up if yk what I mean, but its just kissing.

𖥔 ࣪˖ note: I hope this is not ass lol. I tried to come up with something 😭. the first convo is in english. I’m sorry if there is grammar mistakes, I didn’t have time to proofread.

“I already told you it’s just not what I want!” You walked across the street trying to get inside your house, but couldn’t due to your current argument with Jamie.

Jamie is a guy you have been talking to for the past 3 months. He had been continuously asking you to move in with him. He said to “test” the waters in the relationship. You just thought he was moving too fast, and that was just a technique to wrap you and not let you go. You were perfectly fine were you guys were as in right now.

“But don’t you think it would be nice to see each other everyday? We get to see what we like and what we don’t.” He argued. You turned to face him as you stopped in front of your house.

“Yeah and we already do that Jamie! We don’t have to live together to see what we do and don’t like.” Your hands raised but fell dropping onto your thighs. “You have your future planned. I don’t.”

“Maybe this will help.”

“Okay, you know what. You’re not understanding me.” He was trying everything to make you say yes, and it was getting you on the edge. You pinched the bridge of your nose sighing. “Maybe this is not going to work out.” You mumbled making his eyes shoot up.

“You don’t mean that.” He chuckled. “You’re just heated up. You need time to cool off.”

“No Jamie, I don’t.” You looked back at your house and then him. “You’re a good guy but you’re making me live in a future that is just not mine.” Your finger pointed at your chest as his eyes stayed on you.

“No, come on. We can fix this.” He came closer to you grabbing your hands. “M-maybe we can talk it out.”

“No. It’s just not gonna work out. So please, go home.” You tried to walk away, but his grip in your hands was really tight. “Jamie, let me go.” You struggled to get out. His grasp seemed to be getting tighter as you tried to rip away.

“No. You can’t leave me.” He somewhat sniveled but seemed with rage. You had never seen him like this before. He was always so gentle with you and loving.

You were scared at the thought of him hurting you right now in the middle of the street. Was he finally showing his true colors?

“Jamie I told you to let me go, you’re hurting me. You being like this is not going to change my decision.” You yanked your arm but you just pulled him closer to you. “Dude! I said let me go!”

By that time you heard how the door of your house opened. Enzo walked out. You didn’t even know he was in your house, but you thought maybe he was hanging out with your brother. He walked closer to the two of you examining the situation but he waisted no time in ripping Jamie’s hand away from your arm. He forcefully pushed him away from the chest.

“Dejala en paz hijo de puta.” Enzo immediately got in front of Jamie leaving you behind him.

“Enzo, déjalo. Él ya se iba.” Your hand tried pushing Enzo away from him but it was no use. He stood steady as a rock. You didn’t want Enzo to get in between Jamie and your situation.

“Who’s he? Don’t tell me he’s your secret boyfriend.” He dodged Enzo ready to go over to you, grabbing your arm. This is where Enzo had it.

He gripped his collar pulling him back, and punching him in the eye. Though Jamie didn’t stay behind and punched him in the lip, right after Enzo gave him a punch in the stomach. You on the other hand were trying to separate them both.

“¡Enzo ya por favor!” You got in front of him and pushed him with your hand to walk backwards. “Déjalo.”

“Como quieres que deje a este cara de pija. Si casi te levanta la mano.” He points towards him as he looked at you. Jamie stayed on the ground trying to regain his breath from the previous hit.

“Ya pero ya lo dejaste en el suelo. Y hasta te reventó el labio por dios.” You moved his head towards the side looking at his lip. “Vamonos.”

The two of you walked away into your house while you immediately went to look for the first aid kit. While Enzo stayed in the kitchen waiting for you to come back.

Enzo had always felt this sense of protection over you. Well, not always. It started when he admitted to himself he had feelings for you when you were 19. Seeing you with other guys would make his emotions go all over the place. All he could feel was jealousy, and he didn’t want to.

He wanted to be happy for you, for finding someone. But he just couldn’t. So he came to the conclusion that he had feelings for you. Though he knew he had, had them for a long time, he was just refuting them. Also because of the fact you were the sister of his best friend.

“¿Dónde está mi hermano?” You signaled him to sit down on the chair as you positioned the first aid kit on the table. The house was quiet, signifying no one apart from him and you were home.

“Se acababa de ir a comprar birra y alguna botana cuando escuché los gritos.” He winced when he felt the burning liquid on his fresh wound. It made you feel bad.

“Perdón.” You whispered and tried to be more gentle.

“No pasa nada. Es alcohol.” He tried to stay still but his eyes watched you. The both of you had never been this close to each other. It was new.

“No. Perdón por todo esto. Tú no tenías porque meterte entre él y yo. Ahora estás así.” You stopped for a slight second to look at him but got back on cleaning up his lip and placing a closure strip on it.

“No es para tanto nena. Es una cortadita na’ más. Además, como dije, no iba a permitir que te levantara la mano.” He raised a brow giving you a look. Enzo knew that if he had to go punch him a few more times, he would.

“Bueno de todos modos. Pero, gracias.” You give him a small smile, watching him returned it.

“Bueno pero todavía no entiendo cómo saliste con semejante pendejo.” A giggle escapes the both of you. “Tan bella que sos vos. Te mereces a alguien mejor.” He whispers the last phrases of his sentence making his voice a little raspy.

Your chuckle was followed by a few remarks “Si pero-” You grabbed his chin moving his face side to side, trying to examine his features for any more injuries. Until your eyes came down towards his hands. “Ya no encuentras uno mejor por ahí tan fácil.”

“No lo tienes que encontrar. Él te encuentra a vos.” He rasped making you stop for a second with a small shake of the head and a giggle.

Even though Enzo had barely realized how he felt for you four years ago, you had a little more before that. You always were convinced Enzo was good-looking, but when you realized you were attracted to him you were 17. It was honestly driving you insane.

When you were 17, Enzo was already a grown man and the reflection of liking him was just so much for you. You had made an effort in everything to stop wanting him, but nothing toiled. On the contrary, your feelings just kept on thriving. You started going out with guys your age thinking maybe the reason why you couldn’t get over him was because you stopped interacting with other guys.

“¿Te volviste poético?” You fooled earning a laugh from him and a divulgence of his dimples. You beamed at the sight of that. You doted on his dimples.

“Es en serio. No has escuchado eso que dicen por ahí, el amor no se busca, el amor se encuentra.”

“No. No lo había escuchado antes.” You tell with a small smile as you continue to clean his bruised knuckles. With a few strands of your hair dropping onto your face.

“Hermosa sonrisa que tenes.” Enzo chooses to say. He caught how your cheeks tinted a tinge of red, which made him smirk. He wished that was somewhat of a hint for you. But after all, Enzo knew you were a bit clueless.

“Gracias.” You swallowed as you felt how your throat felt dry. “Bueno, ya está.” You shifted back letting go of his hand.

“Gracias chiquita.” That nickname. You would be over the moon any time he would name you that. It just sounded so. You don’t even know the words to describe it, but it sounded amazing coming from him.

“No, gracias a ti por salvarme.” You gestured with your hand as you crossed both of your hands over your chest.

His eyes skimmed towards you as he remained seated down on his chair. You were standing in front of him but a few inches away. You confidentially scanned him, and even with a split lip and bruised knuckles he still managed to look handsome.

“Lo haría mil veces si es necesario bonita.” He wasn’t lying. The fact that he couldn’t have you, didn’t take away the part where he couldn’t defend you from any guy who treated you less.

You pressed your lips together as you blinked a couple of times moving over to put everything back in the kit. Before you asked “¿Oye y tú? alguna chica por allí?” trying to make conversation, and also trying to figure out if he was talking to any girl.

Enzo had also stopped involving himself with other women. Your brother had continuously tried to get him with many of his female friends but Enzo just wouldn’t budge. He did try it once, but it didn’t work. The girl was just too much for him. The only thing she did was talk about herself and her clothes.

His eyes picked up from the ground to look towards you, who was putting everything in place. “Eh, no. No, no hay ninguna chica.”

“¿En serio?” You frowned with a smile looking at him but still putting away bandages. “¿Ninguna?”

There had to be tons of girls that wanted to be with Enzo. There was no way he had no girls.

“No.” He chuckled at your reaction. “Bueno. Creo Que sí hay una.” He said looking at you.

You felt how your heart quit beating for a second and how your eyes stared at nothing. “Oh, ¿En serio? ¿Y quien es?” This is what you get for being nosy.

“Es una chica maravillosa y hermosa. Su sonrisa ilumina a millones.” He smiled. “Aún que creo que no siente lo mismo que yo. Además es un poco más chica que yo.” He tapped his thigh. While you closed the kit you turned to look at him ready to reply.

“Suena genial esa chica.” You only smiled. “Que tan chica está? ¿Y por qué piensas que no le gustas?”

“Como unos seis años.” He tilted his head to the side. “Y pues digo que no le gusto porque sale con patanes y no conmigo.”

“Pues que tontita eh.” You chuckled trying not to sound hurt from how he was talking about another girl.

“Lo eres.” He let out. Finally.

You made a buzzing sound but blinked a couple of times as it finally hit you what he had just said. “¿Perdón?” You're hoping to have heard wrong. Enzo chuckled at your dumbfounding.

“Vos eres la chica.” He clarifies.

“No.” You were nervous and couldn’t believe it. All this time trying to get rid of your feelings and Enzo felt the same way.

“Sí. Lo eres.” He nodded getting up from his chair and coming closer to you. “Vos me tenes loco y siento que estoy cometiendo un delito al enamorarme de vos.”

You couldn’t say anything. Your eyes just stayed on him as you made an attempt to sort out the new information. Enzo felt how his heart was beating faster than the ordinary speed. He didn’t know if you were going to reject him or not, and the anticipation was killing him.

“Vamos nena decime algo.” His voice whimpers in a pleaded manner.

“Yo-” You came closer. “Estás con suerte uruguayo. Tú también me gustas. Y yo también siento que estoy cometiendo un delito al enamorarme de ti.” You smiled feeling relieved at how you were finally able to tell him how you felt for him after all these years.

At this point, Enzo was smiling but couldn’t find the words. So what he did was kiss you. His hands went up to both of your cheeks trying to bring you even closer than you guys already were. The kiss was filled with desperation and you felt how his tongue went deep into your mouth making you let out a small moan. The noise drove Enzo insane that he gripped the back of both your thighs carrying you over and sitting you on the table.

“Tantos años que esperé para poder besarte.” He whispers on your lips. Your hands travelled around the hem of his shirt and you couldn’t help but to go under it, feeling his warm skin.

“Yo también.” You pulled away to look at him but Enzo was quick to put his hand on the back of your neck tugging you back into the kiss. His hands rest on both sides of your waist. You could feel his grip and how he was going up and down feeling your uncovered skin.

You tried to do something by pulling on his lip with your teeth, making Enzo wince. You pulled back, completely forgotten about his lip. “Tranquila chiquita.” He chuckled on your lips as his hand rested still on the back of your neck.

“Perdón.”

Your legs locked him in, as your arms stayed around his neck pulling him closer. The sound of the door made the both of you pull away in an instant. You got off the table and Enzo sat back down on the chair trying to regain his breathing, as well as you, who remained standing.

“Diablos ¿que te pasó?” Your brother walked into the kitchen with a bag were you assumed was the beer and snacks.

“Se agarro a golpes con Jamie.” You say grabbing the kit and walking out of the kitchen.

“Ay gracias hermano, las ganas que le tenía yo.” He places the bag on the table tapping Enzo on the shoulder as he chuckles.

You had gotten up into your room, not wanting to disturb Enzo and your brother. Also, you just didn’t know how to be in the same room as them after the previous events. But you couldn’t help but smile and scream into your pillow from happiness.

This changed things.

[faerykingdom]

DAY 15 ━ J. POTTER

SYNOPSIS → james needs his mommy

WORD COUNT → 891 words

PAIRING → james potter/hufflepuff! reader

WARNINGS → smut!, femdom, sub!james potter, lactation, tit sucking, mommy kink

You loved James Potter with every fiber of your being. You had started dating the boy when you both were in 6th Year. 

After five years of James Potter pining over Lily Evans, he had given up. Which was a shock for every single person at Hogwarts. You were a nobody Hufflepuff. Someone that no one ever noticed. You didn’t do anything extravagant.

So everyone wondered; how did you get the attention of James Potter?

The answer wasn’t easy. 

The two of you had bumped into each other when James was running from Flich. You had been walking down the hallway, four books clutched in your arms, and as you were turning the corner, James came barreling around the corner. He had slammed into you, successfully making you fall to the floor and your books to fall with a boom!

“I’m so sorry!” James had gasped, dropping down onto his knees and helping you pick them up. 

“What were you thinking?” You had snapped, trying to shove everything in your bag. “Running around a corner without looking?”

James had stuttered, giving you a half assed excuse. You had picked up your things, and left the boy on his knees, stuttering.

Two days later, James had shouted your name, and clung to your side for days. The rest was history.

Now, four years later, you were married with a two month baby boy. 

And well,… sleep deprived.

“James, honey,” you whispered, brushing his bangs back from his eyes. Your husband was asleep on the couch, his face shoved into the throw pillow, so that only his cheek and left eye was visible. “You have to wake up.”

“Mmph,” he groaned, moving away from you. 

“James, you have to wake up. It’s almost 3 in the afternoon, if you don’t you won’t be able to sleep tonight.” 

James flopped onto his side, blindly reaching out for you, and grabbing onto your shirt. “How long do we have until we have to pick up Harry?” he asked, his eyes still clenched shut.

“Not until tomorrow, Sirius and Remus said we needed time to ourselves.” As soon as you finished, James yanked on your shirt, sending you toppling over him. “James!”

He didn’t respond, only proceeding to manhandle you. He flipped you ont you back, with his head laying between your breasts. He wrapped his arms around your waist, keeping the two of you pressed as close together as he possibly can.

“James, what are you doing?”

“‘M just wanna cuddle with you,” James mumbles. 

Sighing, you brought up your hand and ran it through his curly hair, there wasn’t really any point in arguing. You didn’t want to do anything either, “Did you sleep okay, baby?”

“Mhmm.”

The two of you laid there for possibly an hour. You couldn’t help start to feel drowsy. Just as you were about to drift off, you felt cold hands drift under your shirt. You jumped, and your eyes snapped open, “Baby, what are you doing?”

James looked up at you, his eyes slightly glazed over, “Please,” he mumbled, still pushing up your shirt. 

You gripped his wrists, stopping them from going any further, “Use your words, love.”

“Need you,” he whimpered, tugging his wrists. 

You sighed, your tits hurt like hell - whenever Harry ate, he was like a goddamned vacuum, sucking on your nipple as if you were going to yank it away from him (much like his father) -, but you never could deny James when you looked at you like that.

“Alright, go ahead baby.”

Your shirt was yanked off immediately, but got stuck on your head. “Ow, fuck,” you muttered. You reached your hands up, and got your shirt off yourself. “You gotta be careful, Jamie.” 

But the man did not care, at all. He was too busy pushing your bra down enough so that your tits were exposed. 

You gripped onto his chin, and forced him to look up at you, “Be careful, love.”

“Sorry, mommy, sorry,” he muttered, still tugging at your bra.

You rolled your eyes, whatever. He didn’t mean to, so it didn’t really matter, you guess.

You let go of his chin, and let him get back to it. You didn’t offer any help, only watching in amusement as he tugged on your bra. He better not snap the thing. 

As soon as your tits were exposed, James wrapped his lips around your nipple. You gasped, a hot flash of lust rushing through you.

Fuck.

You didn’t remember the last time you and James had time alone - well, enough time to do this. 

James’ lips suckled on your nipple gently, with whimpers. 

“Y’like sucking on my tits, baby?” you ask, running a hand through his messy curls. 

He nodded, too focused on what he was doing to pay any attention to what you were saying. 

You watched him as he shoved his face closer to your chest, trying to get closer to you. One of his hands reached up to fondle with your free tit, spilling some of your milk down your chest.

You didn’t mind, you had bottles already prepared for Harry when he came back, plus you didn’t have to worry about feeding Harry until tomorrow. 

Milk spilled down Jamie’s lips, causing him to whine. 

“It’s alright, baby,” you soothed. “You’re fine, just keep on suckin’ mommy.”

tagging: @just-a-smol-spoon​ @queen-asteria04​ @itsmentalillness​ @1dpjohoohp​

[teddyarabellapicker]

The View From… The Top Bunk

Alex Turner x reader

Summary: You're on tour with the band and (Humbug!) Alex gets you alone on the bus while the rest of the band are out.

warnings: smut, cringey jokes from Matt, Nick, and Jamie

word count: 3.2k

-written for @indiee19 and her imagines book on wattpad, the fic is also up on her page ❤️

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The sound of the boys shuffling around the bus and chattering woke you up. You tried to nuzzle your head back into Alex's neck, but he wasn't there. You opened your eyes, seeing that Alex wasn't squeezed into the bunk with you. You groaned and forced yourself out of the bunk, eyes adjusting to the sudden ray of light that came through the windows.

You dug into yours and Alex's bag, grabbing one of his shirts and you walked to the bathroom, rubbing your eyes to try and help wake you up. Once you got there, you went in and brushed your hair and teeth, making yourself somewhat presentable, putting the shirt on over your bra that you slept in.

You used a hair tie on your wrist to tie it up so it didn't go past your shorts. You checked yourself in the mirror one last time and then walked out, turning off the light and walking to the small lounge at the back of the bus, seeing Alex and the rest of the band sitting on the sofa.

"Ahh, so the beast has awoken and come out of its cave," Matt said, eliciting a laugh from everyone.

"Fuck off, Matt," you said, still tired and half asleep. You walked over to Alex, sitting beside him and nuzzling your head into his neck, cuddling up to him and Alex wrapped his arms around you, holding you close, and lifted you chin so that he could kiss you. You could taste the last cigarette he had before you woke and you smelled his spicy cologne that you bought him for his birthday.

"Oh, no, we better leave before they start shagging," Jamie said, making a disgust face. You and Alex both held up your middle fingers at him, Nick and Matt laughing. Alex pulled away and you nuzzled back into Alex's neck, closing your eyes.

"You alright, princess?" Alex asked, kissing the top of your head.

"Yeah, just ... just a little tired," you said and yawned immediately after making Alex 'aww' in his head. You drifted off into your own world, not paying attention to anyone or what they were saying.

All you knew was that they were talking about what songs they would play on their set list for the gig later. You heard them say something about playing 'When the sun goes down,' 'Brianstorm,' and 'Teddy Picker' but that was about all you heard.

Thirty minutes went by and then the boys got up, including Alex, making you finally open your eyes when your head fell without his shoulder holding your head up.

"Where are you guys going?" you asked, sitting up completely.

"Oh, we're going to the sound check," Alex said, scratching the back of his neck. "Do you want to come?"

"Sure, just let me get properly dressed," you said and got up and went to yours and Alex's bag.

"Okay, we'll be outside, love," Alex said, walking outside with the rest of the band.

You reached the part of the bus where your bag was, reaching in it, grabbing some denim shorts and a t-shirt, putting on some shoes and the you walked outside, walking up behind Alex and scaring him. Matt, Nick, and Jamie laughed, Alex on the other hand, did not.

"Not funny," he said.

"Oh, come on, pull the stick out of your ass, it was funny and you know it," you replied, kissing him, making him smile, no longer being slightly mad.

"Okay, you're right. It was funny, princess," he said quietly, wrapping an arm around you, pulling you closer to his side. "We ready to go?" Alex asked the band.

"Yeah, Al. Let me go get Mark," Matt said, quickly telling Mark to come on and Mark grabbed his camera. You all got in the car, just barley enough room for all six of you. You were in between Alex and Jamie, Alex's fingers intertwined with your own. Jamie glanced over to you two and jokingly rolled his eyes and scoffed.

"You two better not snog in front of me," he joked. You and Alex laughed and Alex gave you a quick peck on the lips. Jamie made an over exaggerated disgusted face when Alex peppered your face with kisses, your lips, cheeks and forehead and everyone else laughed.

Alex stopped kissing you and laid his head down on your shoulder. "I love you, princess," he whispered, placing a chaste kiss to your jaw. You rested your head on top of his and you both sat in silence as everyone else talked the entire way there.

Once the car came to a halt at the venue they were playing at, everyone got out, Alex's hands grabbing yours and intertwining his fingers with yours, always desperate to touch you, whether it was by holding hand or laying beside you, he always liked to have some sort of physical contact with you.

You all walked into the venue they were playing at and you sat backstage while they did their sound check. Every now and then during the sound check Alex would look at you and when he stopped singing, he would blow you a kiss.

Even though it was their sound check, they still sounded amazing. Mark was filming them, no doubt for another installment of 'The View From...' videos that Matt was quite fond of doing and were also very fun to film. You laughed when Alex walked over to Jamie and did what you would describe as 'guitar fucking' where Alex was standing over Jamie and played their guitars and made weird faces at each other.

You were kind of sad whenever the sound check ended but you were also happy that you could kiss Alex finally. As soon as he sat down his guitar, he kissed you, his slightly chapped lips moving against your own.

Matt tapped on Alex's shoulder. "Okay, lovebirds, that's enough," he said. You and Alex pulled apart.

"Just because you're sad and single doesn't mean that you have to project onto us, Matt," Alex laughed. You couldn't help but laugh as well, Nick and Jamie joining in.

The show didn't start for another four hours so you all decided to play some games - throw the lime down the corridor, cards, but mostly throw the lime down the corridor, that made the hours go by fast.

You hadn't realized how close the time was to when the show was supposed to begin, after a while of playing the game, Alex grabbed you and pulled you into his dressing room.

"Alex,"  you squealed. He pushed you against the wall and instantly started kissing you, his hands traveling up your body to fondle your breasts through the material of your shirt and bra.

"Alex, stop, you have to be on stage in a few minutes," you said, pushing him away. You immediately missed the feeling of his lips against yours, but you didn't want to be the reason that he wasn't on stage in time.

He sighed and stepped back, grabbing the clothes he was going to perform in, quickly changing all the while you were watching him. Once he finished changing he ran his fingers through his hair, styling it in the mirror. You were jealous of how incredibly good his hair always looked, jealous of how soft and shiny and smooth it was, and how it rarely ever got tangled. His hair was better than yours could ever be, but you didn't mind because he was perfect.

"Do I look good, love?" Alex asked when he noticed you starring at him, chuckling lightly.

"You always look good, Al," you replied, Alex blushed at your compliment, always being an adorable, shy boy.

"Al, come on. We have to go on stage!" Matt yelled from outside his dressing room. You and Alex walked out, hand in hand. Alex grabbed his guitar and kissed you before going up on stage with everyone else.

Just like always, their show was amazing. The way Matt played the drums that made the songs, Alex's absolutely amazing vocals as well as Matt and Nick's backing vocals and Jamie occasionally messing up the cords, but still doing amazing. You couldn't help but sing along sometimes, though your voice didn't compare to Alex's whatsoever.

Your favourite song they played that night though was Do Me A Favour, though you were confused whenever Alex laughed during the saddest part of the song, but the confusion quickly went away when the drums and guitar kicked in.

Though you enjoyed the sound check, you enjoyed the show even more, and you loved the confidence that they all radiated, acting like the coolest people in the world, because they were. You loved hearing the crowd cheer for them - and you also loved the girls yelling at Alex.

"I love you, Alex!"

"You're amazing!"

"You're a fucking amazing singer!"

"Alright, everybody, it's time for us to go. We're gonna leave you with this one," Alex said, seeming sad himself. They started playing D Is For Dangerous, and you were glad they did, it was one of your favourite songs after all.

You got so into the song that you forgot that it was their last song of the night and you were sad whenever they stopped and said goodbye to the crowd. They all walked off stage, leaving their instruments on stage for the next night when they would be performing again.

You stood up and walked over to Alex, his face immediately lighting up when he saw you, grabbing your waist, kissing your temple.

"Did you enjoy the show, princess?" he asked. You nodded and told him that you absolutely loved it and couldn't wait for tomorrow nights show, certain that it would be even better than this one.

You saw the guys talking and wondered what they were talking about. They then walked over to you and Alex.

"So, we're going to out and eat, you guys wanna come?" Nick asked.

"Yeah, or do you guys want to go back to the bus all by yourselves?" Jamie added, him and Matt laughing. You rolled your eyes and Alex looked at you, then back at the guys.

"Nah, I think we'll go," he said, grabbing your hand, walking you to his dressing room to change, the rest of the guys doing the same. Alex wore the blue button up that you'd bought him for his birthday, he wore it every chance he got, it only being special because you had bought it and not anyone else. He quickly stepped into his black jeans and tugged them up, buttoning and zipping them.

You were on your phone most of the time, responding to messages from friends and family who were asking about the show. Alex saying your name snapped you out of your daze and you looked up at him, seeing his adorable, lazy grin that he only did when he was alone with you, not wanting to show it in public in fear of breaking his 'bad boy' persona that he had.

"You're so cute," you smiled, laughing when he made a weird face at you. You wished that he showed his playful and goofy side in public, you thought that his persona wasn't truthful to who he actually was - a shy, quiet, socially awkward, playful romantic boy.

"You ready?" Alex asked, holding his hand out for you to grab. You took his hand and he helped you stand up, grabbing his bag that had the clothes he performed in and you both walked out, leaving the building entirely, seeing the guys waiting for you two.

"You guys ready?" Matt asked, leaning on the car, Nick and Jamie getting in it along with Mark in the very back, Jamie sitting where he sat on the way to the venue.

"Yeah," you said. You and Alex then got into the car, sitting in the same spots as before, you in between Alex and Jamie, Alex beside the window.

The drive was full of singing, shitty jokes, and occasionally sneaky kisses between you and Alex. Nick and Jamie ended up arguing about witch soccer team was better and it was fairly funny, Matt even joined in. You couldn't help but laugh when they tried to bring Alex into the argument, though he quickly stopped that, saying that he didn't have a say in it.

You layed your head down on Alex's shoulder for the rest of the drive, holding hands, tuning out the stupid argument going on between the rest of the boys.

The car came to a halt at a restaurant, everyone getting out and walking inside, stopping in the entryway for the band to take a picture with a fan of theirs. You all then walked over to a podium where a waitress was standing.

"How many?" they asked, getting ready to pick up some menus.

"Uh ... six," Matt said, stopping for a moment to count up all of you.

"Okay, right this way," they said, picking up six menus, leading you all to a round table where you all took your seats. The seat beside you was empty, Alex sitting on the other side. The waitress left and soon after another waiter came to take your drink orders, bringing them out not long after.

It was a few more minutes until you all had decided what you were going to order and the waiter was quick to come back and take your orders, rushing it to the kitchen.

The boys somehow got back onto their argument on soccer, their bickering amusing, it was like they were children arguing about what superhero was the best which made it all the more better.

They seemed to be too into the argument to notice that Alex was now much closer to you, his hand rubbing up and down your thigh, brushing dangerously close to your clothed clit. You quickly grabbed his hand, reminding him that you were in public. He didn't seem to care though, continuing to rub your thigh, lightly brushing against your clit through the material of your shorts. You held back a gasp and grabbed his hand, pulling it away from you.

He glared at you, grabbing your hand, kissing it. You all talked until your food arrived at the table, though that didn't stop Alex from teasing you again. Whenever the guys were looking away from you two he would whisper dirty things in your ear.

"I can't wait till we get back to the bus."

"You look so hot right now, princess."

You knew that this was either him being horny as always, or it was his gig high that he hadn't shaken off yet. Your second thought was confirmed when he went back to rubbing you thigh, never wanting to do something like this in public, whispering in your ear. "When we get back to the bus, I'm going to fuck you up." That was it, you were gone, couldn't handle his teasing any longer.

"Please, Alex," you said quietly, begging him with your eyes. "As you wish, princess," he said, taking his hand off your thigh. "Hey, guys, I think we're gonna head back to the bus, she's not feeling really well," Alex lied, you playing along.

"Oh, okay, hope you feel better, love," Matt said, drinking his beer. "Thanks, Matt," you said softly, acting as if you were actually not well. You and Alex said your goodbyes to Jamie, Nick, and Mark and then left the restaurant, rushing to get to the bus.

You were both very eagar, more than  you could've ever remembered, the ten minute walk taking a little less than five when you began to hurriedly get there, pushing past people so you could get there faster.

As soon as you both reached the bus and got in, Alex pushed you against the wall, attaching his slightly chapped lips to yours, moving in sync with one another. He bit down on your bottom lip, demanding entrance and you complied, his tongue easily fighting yours into submission. He was quick to rid you of your shirt, working on getting your pants off.

Once he rid you of your pants, leaving you in your bra and panties, he grabbed the underside of your thighs, signaling for you to jump, to which you did. He carried you to your shared bunk with him. You shuffled out of the rest of your garments before crawling into the top bunk, watching as Alex took off his own clothes, crawling in and laying over you, closing the curtain.

He wasn't in the mood to tease you anymore, too far gone just like yourself. He was quick to give his thick cock a few tugs before he nestled himself between your legs, slowly pushing in, head falling down on your shoulder when he bottomed out, the feeling of your walls stretching to fit his size too much for him.

He let you adjust to his size before starting to move, going slowly, setting a pace of his own liking, though it didn't last long, he couldn't take it anymore, his need to hear you moan for him growing immensely. And it didn't take long before you were a moaning mess for him, fingers knotting in his precious hair that you loved so much.

He began to place wet kisses on your neck, one of his hands coming in between your bodies to rub vigorously on your clit, his other hand the only thing holding all of his weight off of you. You knew that it wouldn't be long until you came undone, his thrusts getting faster and faster, but at the same time sloppier and it was obvious that he wasn't very far off either.

"A-Alex, I'm so close," you whimpered, voice trailing off into a moan as Alex had delivered a particularly hard thrust, hitting the spongey spot that made you see stars.

"Come for me, princess," he said, delivering one more hard thrust, flicking your clit, sending you over the edge, your own orgasm triggering Alex's, his hips stilling, his hot release spurting inside you.

His support arm gave out and he collapsed on top of you, panting heavily.

"God, I love you," he panted, the both of you coming down from your highs. "I love you too, Al," you responded.

All of a sudden, you heard the bus door open and heard Matt yell yours and Alex's name. You heard him walk over to the bunk and opened the curtain, quickly closing it when  he saw you both.

"God, Al, you could've given me a warning," Matt said, walking away. "Jamie, Nick, don't look in their bunk. Trust me, you'll regret it," you heard Matt say in the small lounge room and Nick and Jamie's laughter echoed through the bus.

"Sorry," Alex yelled, pulling out of you with a sigh, the two of you shuffling so that you both could sleep comfortably in the very small bunk. "Goodnight, princess, I love you.

"I love you too, Al."

[pinkteapotwriting]

Sub James and sub reader with dom Sirium and dom Remus.

The doms are out and come home to see James and reader fucking without them!

Two subs together and then a punishment from the two doms!

Also. Love your writing.

This is my first ever request!

Marauders x fem!reader

Yes this is everything thank you so much for this request. I’m honored to fulfill your first one you absolute doll <3

Warning : Smut minors dni, sub!reader, sub!james, slight pet play, degradation and spanking

Word count : 2088

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James’s cock was throbbing, completely pulsating with desire and no matter what he did, he couldn’t get it off his mind. He couldn’t get off at all actually, at least not without permission. Remus and Sirius ran a tight ship, and he knew he’d have to wait until they got home. But they were going to be much longer, and even if he could wait, they’d probably tease him for hours being in this state, just laugh at him while he begged. No. He needed his desire satiated right now. He wandered down the hall to find the shared bedroom to search for you, who had also been left behind while Remus and Sirius were off doing god knows what. 

He peered in to find you reading a book on the large king size bed. Looking oh so inviting in Sirius’s t-shirt paired with your shortest sleeping shorts. He watched as you chewed on the end of your thumb absentmindedly, wishing your lips would be doing something else. He crawled up on the bed beside you and spooned in behind as close as he could get. You wiggled back into him to get comfy, and acknowledge him at the same time. But to your great surprise he whined softly behind you. You closed your book and turned so you were chest to chest, creating more torturous friction for your bespeckled boy. 

“Jamie what’s wrong?”

He just whined again and instead of explaining himself he rolled over you, resituating it so he was on top of you between your legs rubbing against you, while kissing your neck. You just giggled, despite the instant feeling of pleasure of him rubbing against your clothed clit.

“Okay okay, I think I get it now, but we can’t. Remmy and Siri didn’t give us permission and they’ll get mad.”

You were much better at following the rules, but it was easy for James to get you into trouble. Tears, literal tears were forming in his eyes as he continued to grind into you, burying his face in your chest.

“Please, please y/n need it so bad. Need you so bad. It hurts, I know they could get mad but I can’t wait any longer it hurts. Please.”

You pressed a kiss to the top of his head and rubbed his hair soothingly.

“Okay Jamie, it’s okay. We have to be quick though so they don’t find out, alright? Come on baby lie down for me and let me help.”

He was relieved as he flopped on his back, hopefully Sirius and Remus would be gone away long enough.

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“Y/N? James, we’re home!” 

Remus was shedding his coat, eager to find you two so he could get some relaxation.

“Puppy? Prongs? Come on, we brought you something.”

Sirius’s eyes furrowed in confusion. Normally you two would rush down to meet them, this was odd. 

“Come on Pads, maybe they’re just napping and can’t hear us.” 

As they got closer and closer to the bedroom the answer became much more clear. They paused outside the door and shared a look, both expressions reflecting the features of anger, of dissatisfaction. Between the sound of the creaking bed, your whines were barely audible, while James sounded like he was getting the fucking of his life. And when they opened the door that’s exactly what they found. 

Both of you being completely naked, James was over top of you missionary style, resting on his forearms, biting your shoulder, pounding into you like he’d never get to make you feel good again. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, hands in his hair, gripping it like gravity would stop working, pulling you away into the room’s atmosphere of desire and elation. 

That atmosphere however, quickly turned into a different one, of tension, nervousness and guilt, when you both heard Sirius clear his throat. You both scrambled and pushed away from each other, but the damage was done. You two were in for it now. The worst part was Remus’s neutral face, his cold eyes. Sirius was the first to break the silence.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

 You were sitting up now, but James was lying face down, hiding his shame against your thighs. You tried to coax him out, scratched lightly at his scalp, knowing if he kept this up he’d make the punishment worse.

“It’s alright Jamie, why don’t you just show them.”

He lifted himself and moved to the edge of the bed, now displaying his aching cock, with an angry red tip that was dripping precum as you all spoke. It was clear he hadn’t come yet, but was very very close. He swallowed thick as Remus knelt before him, terrified at what was about to come. Remus’s pointer finger drew a feather light straight line against James’s swollen member. James couldn’t take the dreadful silence anymore.

“Moony I’m sorry, it’s my fault. It hurt so much so I made Y/N feel bad so she could make it go away. I was desperate, just wanted it to go away, I’m sorry.”

Remus smiled a little before rising to his full height. If James was blubbering now, this was going to be a long night.

“James, we both know you’re not supposed to touch things that aren’t yours, right?”

“Right.”

“See, that’s the thing. You were being greedy and selfish. Touching what didn’t belong to you. Touching me and Sirius’s puppy. Such a needy slut, couldn’t even wait and when Pads and I were only out to bring  you and Y/N a present.”

James looked at Sirius (who had his arms crossed and jaw clenched) then back up at Remus.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, but you will be.”

You were playing with your fingers nervously, mentally preparing yourself for your punishment as Sirius approached you. Your jaw was placed between Sirius’s thumb and fingers, pulling you closer to his lips, but instead he moved past your face to your ear.

“You’re supposed to be a good puppy, for me and Remus’s pleasure. Not for your own and certainly not for James. That clear pup?”

You nodded as much as his fierce grip would allow.

“Good, now lie down on Jamsie’s lap.”

As soon as he released you, you quickly did as you were told, shaking with anticipation as both Remus and Sirius undressed completely. You could feel James’s cock throb against you, it being pressed upright between your hip and his stomach.

Sirius joined you so he was beside James, your head close to his lap. While Remus was on the opposite side rubbing and kneading your ass. 

“You’re gonna suck my cock bubs, while Remmy spanks your ass okay?”

You stuck out your tongue and opened your mouth wide for him so he could angle himself and slip past your lips.

“Moony how many swats?”

“15, only cause I wanna see her squirm while your dick is in her mouth.”

“Okay bubs, 15 hits and you’re done. 15 swats and you get to be our good puppy again. James you count. This alright love?”

You bobbed down on his dick in response. 

“There’s the good girl we trained so well.”

Smack. “O-one.” “Two.”

At first it seemed like you were the only one being punished, but at closer inspection one could tell that with every jolt you made, James was right there with you. Because every movement reminded him of how over sensitive he was as your hip brushed against his length.

Smack “T-te”

Remus rolled his eyes. “You’re so pathetic, Y/N is being such a good girl for us and you can’t even handle her being spanked. If Y/N wasn’t being so obedient I’d make you restart. We’re at ten.”

You just hummed around Sirius as the rest of your punishment ensued, feeling like you got off pretty easy. Not that you would tell them that. James on the other hand, well, poor James. He looked at you longingly, wanting it to be his throat that Sirius was cumming down. Sirius held your cheek in his palm so he could soothe it with his thumb before running it along your bottom lip.

“Such a good pup sucking my cock so well. Need you to do something else yeah.”

You just looked up at him and nodded, peering up at him with your doe eyes. He groaned at the look of innocence you could portray so easily before taking your hand and turning you towards Remus. He pulled you in for a kiss, holding you tight as you melted into him. You were immediately interrupted by James’s needy whines, so reluctantly, Remus pulled away. 

“You’re eager to be punished now, are you James? Alright then, move to the middle of the bed and lie on your back, now.”

As he did what he was told Remus guided you to straddle his waist.

“Okay Puppy you can sit on his cock, but no moving understand?”

“Yes Remmy.”

James through his head back in frustration as you sank down on him. 

“Please, please I’ve learned my lesson please.”

You stayed rooted, not exactly eager to piss off your boys again, while Remus stood off to the side of the bed with his hand guiding Sirius up and down on his cock, staring with nothing but malcontent. James cried some more, tears rolling down his cheeks, heavier than before.

“Please it hurts please!”

Your eyebrows knit together in pity. You did everything you could to soothe him but it was no use. You would stroke his face, pepper kisses across his face, rub his chest, but the only thing you could to solve the problem was the one thing you weren’t allowed to do. 

“It’s alright Jamie, it’ll be okay.”

You took a deep breath, risking punishment again as your heart broke wiping away his tears.

“Remmy, Siri, please let him cum. He didn’t mean to, it was hurting him please. He knows he’s yours he’s learned his lesson. Isn’t that right Jamie?”

Remus gripped Sirius’s hair tighter, fucking his throat with vigor as he got closer to gis own release.

“Alright pup you know what to do.” You started moving up and down on him as he thrust up desperately into you. “Tell me James, who do you belong to?”

“Y-you Moony. You and padfoot.”

“Good boy, you can cum now come on, do it with me.”

Sirius’s mouth and your pussy were painted white simultaneously not much later. James’s face finally relaxed, thrilled he finally was relieved of the torturous tension. That was until Sirius cut in.

“Puppy, Remus didn’t say you could stop did he? Keep going.” 

Sirius moved to hold down James’s chest as he writhed underneath you 

“Pads no it’s too much, it’s too much.” 

“Y/N was so nice to beg to let you cum and now you won’t return the favor? You really are a selfish whore.”

Remus approached James from the other side and slipped his middle and pointer finger past his lips.

“There, that’ll shut him up. Keep going bubs you’re doing so good.”

With his other hand he reached to thumb your clit, letting out the prettiest noise Sirius and Remus had ever heard.

“It’s okay Jamie, m’close, so close. Can I cum. Please?”

Remus circled his thumb faster.

“Go ahead darling make a mess.”

You really didn’t understand how James had waited so long. It didn’t matter anymore though as you pulled out and collapsed against his chest. But Sirius was pulling you off of James completely while Remus soothed James.

“It’s alright Prongs, you can be our good boy again. Here, let’s show you what we bought.”

You and James sat against the headboard as Remus and Sirius each handed you a little box. When you opened them you found two matching delicate chains, the kind with a horizontal rectangle in the middle. But the best part was seeing the engraved initials S.B. and R.L. on the pendant.

“It’s so pretty can you put it on for me Siri?”

Sirius grinned at your excitement while clipping the necklace in the back, while Remus did the same for James. Sirius was kissing up and down the side of your neck, wanting to provide extra proof of who you belonged to while Remus fondled the pendant on James, appreciating the color choice against his flushed skin.

“There we go, now it’ll be a lot harder to forget who you belong to now huh.”

And you would never want to.

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@sunny-bunnny @quindolyn @weasleyposts @accioweaslcy

[hockey-hoe-24-7]

4 times you were cockblocked + 1 time you weren’t, feat. Jamie Oleksiak

Warnings: Smut, Mentions of fire, Some public-ish smut

Length: 4.8k (why does this always happen?)

I.

As soon as you heard the key turn in the lock of you and Jamie’s front door, you were moving. Heart in your throat and a dopey smile on your face, you planted a hand on the back of the couch and vaulted over it. You ran through the limited space to the front door just as it swung open and Jamie stepped inside. Making a sound of surprise, he grinned and dropped his bag just in time to catch you as you leapt up and threw yourself into his arms. 

It had taken quite a long time to learn just how high you had to jump to get your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist, but you had finally gotten it down. Wrapping a strong arm around your back as you buried your face in his neck, he stepped into the apartment and swung the door closed behind you. 

“I missed you,” you said into his neck, your words muffled against his skin. Still moving with you manacled around him, he pecked you on the hair, the neck, the temple, anywhere he could reach. “I missed you too, Y/N” he replied, his chest rumbling with the words. When he gave your hair a small pull, you pulled your face from his neck and let him take your mouth with his own. 

You both groaned, the intimacy desperately needed after more than a month apart. One strong arm still around your back, he pushed the other beneath you and hitched you higher on his hips. Now you could move your hands over his broad shoulders, up the strong columns of his throat, and thrust your fingers through his hair. A few slow steps and he set you on the kitchen counter, the marble a cool shock to your bare thighs as the jersey you were wearing pooled around your hips. 

Your kisses became wet and desperate as you pulled at each other’s clothes, him pulling roughly at your panties until you lifted your hips and let him sweep them off and onto the floor. You were busy fumbling with his belt and zipper of his jeans, grunting in frustration when Jamie yanked your jersey up over your head, forcing you to let go of your grip. Jamie bent you back over his forearm, biting a path from your jaw and down your throat to your breasts. You bucked and cried out when he took one nipple roughly into his mouth, your hands flying to his broad shoulders. You were crushed so tight to his chest you didn’t have the balance or the room to reach between your bodies and finish pulling him out of his jeans.

“Jamie...” 

He answered the plea in your voice by pulling his mouth from your skin and reaching a hand into his jeans to pull himself out. Angling your hips and splitting your legs even wider around his hips, you speared your hands through his hair and hauled him down for another kiss as he guided himself inside of you.

You both gasped, you at the intrusion and him at your tightness, as he pushed in deeper. There was a small bite of familiar pain as you adjusted to his size. Jamie groaned and dropped his head against the top of yours, his hands bracing on the countertop as you took him in, the pleasure robbing his lungs of air. You cried out when he suddenly hooked his elbow under your knee and pulled your ankle over his shoulder to push in deeper. Your hands flew out behind you to steady yourself at the sudden shift in balance. Dating a man this tall had taught you the importance of being flexible. 

Jamie didn’t even make it in to the hilt before his patience ended. He pulled out to your groan before pushing back in at a maddeningly slow pace, aware that you might need time to adjust after so long apart. You flexed around him impatiently and he groaned, the large hand around your thigh clenching. 

You whimpered his name again and he responded to the unspoken plea with a snap of his hips, making you gasp at the shot of pleasure that went deep through you. It took no time for him to pick up the hard, desperate pace you had both been craving. You were reaching, grasping, so close...

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sudden pounding on your door had you crying out in surprise, fear rearing forth through the haze of pleasure. You heard Jamie curse furiously above you, though his hips still snapped against yours, as if he couldn’t control his movement.

“Rig, open up.”

It was a familiar, weary-sounding male voice, though you couldn’t quite put a name to it at the moment. With another bitten out curse, Jamie pulled away from you, stuffing himself back in his pants and all but throwing your shirt at you. As you scrambled to pull it over your head with shaking hands, Jamie stalked over to the door and nearly ripped it off its hinges to growl at the intruder. After a few seconds of hushed voices, he came skulking back, looking irritated and exhausted. 

“There’s an emergency meeting,” he explained, his voice strained.  “We have to be there. I’m not sure when I’ll be back.” He took your face in his hands and kissed you long and sweet, a silent apology for the interruption.

“O-okay,” you answered, still sensitive and struggling out of your haze of pleasure. “Text me when you know.” Jaw clenched, he nodded and strode out the front door. You, on the other hand, slunk off to take a cold shower.

II.

As you walked from the bedroom into the living room of Jamie’s apartment, you squinted and held your hand over your eyes against the sudden glare of sunlight. Jamie had a horrible habit of throwing the curtains open first thing in the damn morning. Speaking of your boyfriend, your eyesight had adjusted enough to see his curly head and bare shoulders resting over the back of the couch.

A goofy smile on your face and your heart bursting, you padded over to the back of the couch to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, burying your face in his curls. His big hand came up to cup the back of your head, his calloused fingers running through your hair.

“Hm, morning baby.”

Of course, his deep morning voice and the rumbling of his words through his chest had you immediately turned on at 8 o’clock in the morning. The two of you hadn’t gotten to finish where you had left off yesterday. Not even an hour after Jamie had left, work had called with an emergency of their own and you had been gone all day. When both of you had made it home, you were too tired to even have a decent conversation before collapsing into bed.

Now, the two of you were alone, your skin was warm from the sun shining through the windows, and you were remembering how good his hands felt in your hair. Jamie must have been thinking along the same vein, because his fingers gripped your hair and he angled your head so he could take your mouth with his own. Groaning at the contact, you tilted your head, allowing him deeper. As his tongue pushed against your own, heat traveled between your legs. Just as you were about to break the kiss and move around the couch, his body powerful body torqued, a hand clapping on your hip and the other clenching hard in your hair. You squealed in surprised when he pulled your entire body over the back of the couch. When your ass landed in his lap, you didn’t miss the hard jut of his cock. 

Desperate and shameless, you threw your arms around his neck and arched into him, your mouth opening even as his hand came to your jaw and titled your head back for better access. Your tongues clashed in a wet kiss that almost distracted you from the fact that he was using his free hand to sweep your panties and shorts from your hips. Clapping your hands on either side of his head so the kiss wouldn’t break, you maneuvered yourself to straddle him, his own hands helping along the way. As he kissed down your neck to the sensitive spot above your collar bone, your hands fumbled together as you both worked to pull him free of his sweatpants.

You gasped into his mouth as he gripped his cock and slowly pushed inside of you, stretching you wide until you were seated to the hilt. The two of you stayed like that for a long moment, panting wildly at the erotic bite of pleasure. Spearing your fingers through his curls, you gave a slow thrust of your hips, clenching your inner muscles around him. Jamie hissed and flexed his own hips, his grip tightening on your thighs. When you gave another roll of your hips, he nipped hard at the skin of your throat, making you yelp in surprise.

It didn’t take long for Jamie’s patience to run out. It never did. Gripping your hips, he took control of the pace, starting slow and then building to a rough rhythm that had you gripping the back of the couch for balance. Your other hand clenching his bare shoulder, you buried your face in his neck and let him take over, his powerful hands controlling your body.

It was a rapping at the door that had your movements stuttering and your heart thudding in confusion and surprise.

“Y/n? It’s us, open up!”

Holy shit. It was your fucking parents.

Jamie bit out a curse so aggressive you flinched, but you felt the exact same way. Groaning in indignation, you clenched your teeth hard and willed your body to come back under your control, tamping down the pleasure that had been building.

Another few knocks at the door, this time more aggressive. “Y/n?”

It took a few tries, but you were finally able to pull your face from Jamie’s neck and form words. “Hold-Hold on.”

You could practically hear them grumbling on the other side of the door. They were never patient people. Damn it, why hadn’t they at least called?

Jamie was a chord of tension beneath you, his cock still twitching inside you as he tried to regain control over his own body. He closed his eyes and gritted his jaw, leaning his head back as if trying to focus entirely on stilling his hips. His lack of control over his desire for you was insanely sexy, but the moment was dampened by the two people tapping their feet impatiently in the hallway. 

When Jamie opened his eyes again, they were dark and hooded, furious. “Y/n...” It was a furious growl, as if you had planned your parents randomly popping up unwelcome at his door.

“I know, I know.” You groaned, planting your hands on his shoulders and pushing yourself off of him. You both groaned as he slipped out of you, his still hard cock landing on his stomach. As you stood up, you stumbled, still sensitive from having him inside you. Jamie caught your arm, steadying you.

As you bent down to retrieve your shorts and panties, you pointed at his erection. “Get that thing under control.” He glared furiously at you, but shoved himself back in his sweatpants and struggled to his feet. He stalked back to the bedroom, slamming the door so hard you flinched. Fixing your hair and shirt, you threw open the front door for your parents. 

III. 

After the earlier interruption by your well-meaning parents, Jamie was a bear for most of the morning, but he was too polite for it to last long. He loved your parents and they adored him. Bustling into Jamie’s apartment, they were still completely unaware of the grief they had just caused and insisted on taking you both out to brunch. Of course, brunch had turned into sight seeing and shopping and a bevy of other touristy errands that kept you busy for the entire afternoon. Jamie’s temper had cooled and he returned to the big, lovable teddy bear that he always us. His wandering hands and smoldering glances all throughout the day promised a definite continuation of the morning’s activities when you got home. Only when your parents tried to wrangle you into an early dinner were you able to get away, reminding them that you had a mandatory Stars event that evening that you had to prepare for.

After dropping your parents off at their hotel, Jamie sped all the way back to his apartment, his hand clenched on your thigh for the entire drive. You considered having him pull over into a secluded spot so you could hop into the back seat, but past experience and a near concussion had taught you that Jaimie was simply way too big to attempt that.

As soon as the elevator doors closed he was on you, dragging you back into his chest.  One hand thrust up under your shirt to cup your breast and the other shoved down the front of your jeans. You cried out and gripped his wrists as he curled two fingers inside of you. He went so deep he pushed you onto your tiptoes. “Fuck, you’re wet,” he growled, his chest rumbling against the back of your head. “You’ve been like this all day? Waiting for me?”

Unable to form words, you nodded, your eyes rolling back as he scissored his fingers inside of you, his other hand molding your breast. By some miracle, you made it up to his floor without picking up any other passengers. When he let go of you, you nearly fell over, but he was already dragging you down the hall to his apartment, his keys gripped in his other hand. As soon as the door closed behind you, he was back on you, bending down to take your mouth with his own.

You were right there with him, meeting him with a desperation of your own as you grabbed his head and opened your mouth for him. He plucked you off the ground like you weighted nothing and pulled your legs around his hips. You grunted when your back met the door, but you didn’t break the kiss, so frantic for him you thought you might combust right there in his arms. As you kissed, you rolled against him, silently voicing your need for him. Jamie responded immediately, dropping down to his knees and settling you back against the door. You both fumbled with the snaps of your jeans, him pulling himself out and you shoving your jeans as far down your thighs as you could. When he had himself free, he gripped his cock and shoved another hand into your chest, pushing you back against the door so you hips angled out for him. You both groaned as he pushed inside you for the second time that day. This time, though, there was no delay, no leisurely seduction. The pace was frenzied, urgent. He fucked you hard, one hand gripping your hip and the other still holding you back against the door. You gripped the hand at your hip and the one planted on your chest, twining your fingers together. Jamie was beautiful in front of you, his eyes closed and mouth open in pleasure, his body clenched and moving with a powerful, wild grace inside of you. 

As your body slammed rhythmically against the closed door, the pleasure built quickly, bringing you closer and closer to a sharp edge that had you whimpering. There was nothing that could bring you back from this, no parents, no teammates, no...fire?

It wasn’t a sound, but a smell that had your survival instincts exploding to the front of your brain. Smoke...fire. Something was on fire. 

“Wha...” Looking down and to the side, you saw smoke filtering beneath the door, thick and heavy. You reached out and clenched your nails into Jamie’s chest. Hard.

“Jamie. Jamie, stop!”

His eyes flew open and his movements stopped. The complete confusion and surprise on his face would have been funny if you weren’t sure the building was burning down.

“Something...there’s something on fire.”

He blinked a few times before looking down at the smoke wafting in. Panic replaced surprise.

“Fuck!”

He was moving like a bullet, pulling out of you and hauling you ungracefully to your feet. Both of you pulling your pants secure, you exploded out of the apartment and into the hallway.

“Holy shit!”

The apartment across the hall was on fire, smoke wafting through the open door and the crackling of flames sounding somewhere in another room. Before either of you could move, a woman in a bathrobe with a baby in one arm and a three-year old in the other burst into the hallway, screaming incoherently about a fire.

IV.

Turns out, the woman across the hall from Jamie had fallen asleep and her three year old son had decided to try out his skills making hot dogs on the stove by himself. She had woken up to the smell of smoke and found the stove in flames. Grabbing her son and her newborn, she had sprinted from the building in a frenzy. While you were calling the fire department, Jamie grabbed the hallway fire extinguisher and put out the flames. By the time the fire department, police department and ambulance had showed up, statements had been taken, and you were allowed back into Jamie’s apartment, the two of you were scrambling to get ready for the Stars event and flying to get out the door. by the time you got there, the night continued to be a flurry of activity that kept both of you busy.

About two hours into the event, you collapsed against the side of the bar, a fresh drink in your hand. Jamie was next to you, holding his own drink. As you sipped, you took the first chance you had gotten that night to look him over. The black suit he wore was tailored perfectly, accentuating his long legs and broad shoulders. He looked...delectable. Heat roaring in your blood, you set your drink on the bar with a clatter that had his head swiveling around to face you.

“What’s wrong?” 

By way of answer, you took his drink from his hand, set it on the counter much more gracefully than you had your own, grabbed him by the wrist, and pulled him toward an exit. You heard him laugh and ask a question, but you were on a mission and didn’t take the time to listen. You found yourself in an empty hallway, doors lining the walls on either side of you. You chose the third door on the left and nudged him in. Well, nudged him as much as you could nudge anyone his size.

“Babe, what-”

You reached up on your very tiptoes, clasped his head in your hands, and hauled him down for a kiss that scorched every nerve ending. His hands immediately went to your ass and he hauled you against him, pulling you up and over his arm so your feet dangled over the carpeted floor. The two of you stayed like that for a long minute, drowning in the heat and promise of the kiss. As his mouth began to wander down your jaw, you wiggled, surprising him into letting you go. When he dropped you back to your feet, you hopped away and pushed him back against the wall. As you dropped to your knees, he smirked down at you, eyes hooded as he caught on to what you were thinking.

Settling into a crouch, you made quick work of his belt and pulled his pants down his thighs just enough to pull his cock free. He was already hard as you leaned forward and licked a long line up the underside of his cock. He groaned aloud, his eyes fluttering shut and his head falling back against the wall. When you wrapped your mouth around the head, he tunneled a hand through your hair, pushing you down slightly. 

“That’s it, baby. Fuck. Fuck.”

Knowing he would be gentle, you let him take control of the pace, his other hand stroking through your hair. You yelped in surprise when he suddenly fisted his hand in your hair and dragged you up his body. His hands were on your shoulders and he was spinning you around until you back met the wall. Then he was dropping down to his knees, swinging one of your legs over his shoulder, and burying his face between your legs. You arched and cried out, slapping a hand over your mouth before the entire building heard you. Jamie ate you like he was starving, his shoulders holding your thighs open, his big body pinning you to the wall.

Right before you were about to tip over the edge, he pulled away and lunged back to his feet. In one smooth motion, he shoved your dress to your hips and lifted you up off the ground. Your back met the wall and your mouths clashed again, all tongue and teeth. Keeping you pinned to the wall with his hips, he reached in between your bodies and guided himself inside of you. You gasped and clenched hard around him, already so on edge for him. He groaned and buried his face in your neck, his arms coming so tight around you it robbed you of breath.

As Jamie flexed his hips, you pulled his head from your neck and pressed your mouth to his, the kiss both sweet and urgent in turns. It took no time for the pace to become rough and desperate, the two of you dying for each other.

You were seconds away when the door next to the two of you flew open, nearly knocking into you. You both instinctively froze as a woman swept through the door. By the looks of her outfit, she worked at the hotel. She was humming to herself as she walked through the room, looking through the dozens of packed coat racks. Still humming, she picked out a black trench coat, checked the tag, then walked back out the door, closing it softly behind her.

Groaning, you dropped your head back into Jamie’s shoulder. You had been so distracted by needing to finally get laid, you hadn’t checked which room you had dragged him into. Of course, the random door you had chosen turned out to be the coat check room. Who put the coat check so far away from the actual entrance?

Jamie grumbled something and let his forehead thud against the wall in irritation. The child like display of frustration was enough to make you giggle and sigh. “Put me down,” you ordered.

“Oh, c’mon,” Jamie tried to reason. "I bet we have another 10 minutes until someone else needs their coat.” You laughed again and gave him a quick peck on the mouth. “I’m not willing to risk it. Down.” Jamie grumbled again, but did as he was told, slowly sliding out of you to both of your strained groans. You almost changed your mind, almost clutched his shoulders and urged him back inside of you, but your rational mind won out of your animal one.

You landed on your feet and both of you took a moment to pull yourselves together, brushing out mussed hair and smoothing wrinkled clothing. As you reached out to button Jamie’s jacket and he reached out to fix your crooked necklace, you basked in the unexpected intimacy of the moment.

“C’mon, big guy,” you sighed, putting your hand in his and walking back out the door, both of you studiously avoiding eye contact with the startled event employee who had come back to retrieve another coat.

+ I.

The Stars event had ended at the usual time and the two of you found yourself going out for drinks with some teammates. Your parents had also unexpectedly called, having met some “fun new people” at a bar and inviting you to join them.  By the time you had gotten back to the apartment, your feet were killing you and Jamie could barely keep his eyes open. You had only just gotten your makeup off before collapsing into bed.

As the sun filtered in through the blinds the next morning, you slowly opened your eyes. You half expected your phone to be buzzing, your parents to be calling, or the building flooding, but there was nothing but silence. Wonderful, blissful silence.

You turned to look at Jamie who was still fast asleep next to you. Your heart became as warm as the sun on your skin as you stared at him, taking in every line and curve that created his beautiful face. Your eyes traveled down the strength of his neck to the wings of his collarbones, then over the broad expanse of his chest. Suddenly, you were warm in a very different place.

Throwing the blanket off your body, you moved to straddle his waist and bury your face in his neck, exhaling against his skin. He must have already been awake because it took no time for his strong arms to wrap around you and clutch you close, tucking his chin over the top of your head.

“Mornin’, Y/N.”

“Hmmm morning.”

“Are we meeting your parents today?”

“Nope. They left a few hours ago. Anything for the team today?”

“No, we have the day off.”

Butterflies opened their wings in your stomach as you thought about the implications of being alone with Jamie. All day.

Your mind took over next and, pushing against his hold on you, you placed a hot, wet kiss to the pulse on his throat. He inhaled sharply, his arms flexing around you. Another kiss to his skin and his broad hands were moving from your back to your ass, pushing you forward against his already growing arousal. He ground hard against you and you shuddered in a visceral response, your hands coming to clutch at his bare shoulders. His hand moved to your hair and he pulled you from his throat to take your mouth in a kiss that had your hips snapping forward instinctively, the ridge of his cock only just massaging you through the thin fabric of your panties.  When his free hand dipped into your panties and curled inside of you, you cried out against his mouth.  After so many days of denial, you were exquisitely sensitive. 

Cursing low, Jamie flipped you onto your back, his fingers still curled inside of you and moving skillfully. Collapsing back and clutching the sheets, you rotated your hips desperately, trying to meet the pleasure that was beginning to build. Jamie was above you, his body massive as he braced his weight above yours. His breathing was erratic as he pressed his lips to your hair.

“Baby,” he groaned, his voice rough, “I can’t wait. Fuck.”

Straining your body up to speak against his mouth, you murmured, “Don’t, please don’t.”

He responded immediately, pulling his fingers out of you to your gasp. You hastily pushed your panties down as Jamie pulled himself out of his boxers. You both groaned long and loud as he pushed inside of you. You were trembling before he even reached the hilt, your legs splitting wide around his hips in a shameless welcome. As he pulled out and pushed back in again, he kept a leisurely pace that both soothed and aroused you in turns. Wrapping your arms beneath his, you let yourself feel every inch of him, bask in the building pleasure each thrust brought.

When your orgasm came, it washed over you in a long, drawn out wave that stole your breath and soaked every inch of you. Jamie was right there with you, your bodies rolling together. It was everything you both needed, everything you had been denied for so long. You whimpered as your high ebbed out, your hips still moving instinctively as you chased the final few seconds of pleasure. Jamie let his weight settle gently on top of yours, his cock still settled deep inside of you.

After a moment of comfortable silence, he gathered you up in his arms and rolled to his back, pulling your thigh over his so he could stay inside of you. His other hand stroked your hair gently as you pressed your cheek to his chest, taking in the strong, steady beat of his heart.

“I missed you,” you murmured after a few minutes. You could picture him smiling as his fingers stroked the crown of his head. 

“I missed you too, baby. I’m glad we have the whole day together.”

“I wonder what we could possibly do all day.”

“I have a few things in mind.”

[hockeyboysimagines]

Can you do fuck up the friendship with Tyler Seguin ? ♡

This was so fun! I’m so glad someone requested this song for him because he’s exactly who I wanted to write it for. Thanks so much and enjoy!-💕

Warnings: sex and implied sex.

Are you gonna kiss me?/‘Cause you're taking me homeIt's four in the morning/Are we doing this wrong?/This weekend I saw you/Through eyes that are new/You got me falling for you/And I kinda want to (want to)

Tell me what you mean/Is it all me? (Ah ah ah ah ah ah)/Start to overthink everything (Ah ah ah ah ah ah)/When you're close to me, I can't breathe (Ah ah ah ah ah ah)/We're already six-feet deep/Let's fuck up the friendship/Come get in my head/Baby, cut the tension/I'm hung by a thread

Maybe it's something/But let's not pretend/Or maybe it's nothing/And this is the end

“All I’m saying is you guys look good together.” Jamie said giving Tyler a mischievous smile. Tyler rolled his eyes and waved him off.

“Come on Dude. You mean to tell me you don’t think she’s hot?”

“Of course I do. She’s fucking gorgeous, but she’s my friend.”

“You guys flirt all the time.”

“I flirt with you all the time too Big Rig, maybe I should ask you on a date. ”

“I mean if you insist-“

“Enough you two Jesus!” Roope said shushing them both and shaking his head “If he doesn’t wanna ask her out then leave him alone.” Jamie wasn’t wrong. He did want to take her out but he wasn’t so sure she felt the same about him. Being flirty people it was hard sometimes to tell the difference between what was real and what wasn’t, so he pushed it out of his mind and admired her from a friend standpoint.

“Thank you.” Tyler said taking a drag from his beer bottle. She was standing about ten feet away absorbed in an intense game of beer pong that had been going for a while. She and Esa were partners and had been the reigning champs for over two hours. As if she felt him looking at her she turned to smile at him, and without looking tossed the ball and sank it into the final cup, winning the game. With a screech Esa came flying around the table lifting her up over his shoulder and took a victory lap around the living room. When he finally set her down, she came over and accepted a high five from Jamie.

“Nice game.” Tyler said holding up a beer. She had on this tight little white tank top and these dark jeans and he wanted nothing more than to rub the beer bottle all over her exposed skin.

Wait what? He shook his head, and felt heat creep up his neck.

“Nah. I actually have to get going it’s almost 4 in the morning.”

“I’ll take you.” He piped up before anyone else could offer. She smiled and went to say goodbye to her friends as Tyler trailed behind her. He tried really hard not to stare at her ass, but he couldn’t help himself. He had always looked at her different but the guys on his team had been pushing the idea extra hard lately. He was mostly silent as he drove her home, and as they walked to her front door. The streets were dead, as they should be at 3:50 in the morning, the only sounds coming from the highway and the occasional car that rolled down the street.

“Are you okay?” She asked when they reached the door. She leaned against it, keys hanging loosely in her hand.

“Fine why?” She shrugged “Your unusually quiet.”

He bit his lip. It was now or never “The guys are just kind of riding me that’s all.”

“About me?” Tyler froze, eyes moving slowly over to hers. How could she know? Fucking big mouth Jamie no doubt had said something to her. She started laughing.

“You guys are all extremely loud.” Tyler laughed nervously and looked at his feet “Yeah they just like to tease me is all. Sorry about them. We’re friends right? I don’t wanna mess that up.”

She shrugged and cocked her head to the side “I kinda do.”

She had this look, a look he had never seen before. Tension hung thick and heavy in the air. It sent a chill down his spine and into his other extremities and before he knew it he had crossed the porch, and pulled her into a heated kiss. It never occurred to him that this would completely fuck their friendship up, and if it hadn’t he wouldn’t have cared.

She was tugging at the button on his jeans when he reached around her to unlock the door and they disappeared inside, not even able to make it to her bedroom.

We could never be (oh, no)/We could never be friends/We could never be (oh, no)/We could never be friends

It got kind of scary/My bones always knew/Oh, I didn't mean to/Are you feeling this, too?/Tell me what you mean/Is it all me? (Ah ah ah ah ah ah)/Start to overthink everything (Ah ah ah ah ah ah)

When you're close to me, I can't breathe (Ah ah ah ah ah ah)/We're already six-feet deep

Let's fuck up the friendship/Come get in my head/Baby, cut the tension/I'm hung by a thread/Maybe it's something/But let's not pretend/Or maybe it's nothing/And this is the end

We could never be (oh, no)/We could never be friends/We could never be (oh, no)/We could never be friends

She was thoroughly over sexed and exhausted by the time Tyler made his way from her house the next morning but she felt good. The flirtatious behavior had always been there but it had finally come to a head. She would be lying if she had said she hadn’t enjoyed what had happened but now that she came down from her high she had realized that maybe that was all it was. Tyler was in her head now.

Was she just a hookup? Surely he cared about her more than that. Did she want to be more than that? She rubbed her forehead and sighed, feeling the effects of beer pong, and sex start to catch up with her. Flyers cologne still hung in the air, and she sighed. It was both enthralling and intoxicating to be in the presence of Tyler Seguin. He funny and good looking, and the charm was always laid on thick for just about anyone. But she didn’t miss the way he seemed to bend over backwards for her in particular. She had always assumed it was because she was a conquest he wouldn’t ever achieve, and here she was completely ruined by him for any other guy going forward.

She felt her phone buzz and pulled it up to see a text.

I really enjoyed last night….but what does this mean for us?

She drummed her fingers on the nightstand and typed out a reply.

Let’s find out later tonight.

From that point on a beautiful and complicated situation was born. While they loved to be around eachother, they kept things under wraps. But the days turned into nights filled with sex, quick meetups after practice and a lot of secrecy.

Now that they were having actual sex, the tension and the flirting was worse than ever. Roope raised his eyebrows at them as the flirty banter between them turned sexual one night, and shook his head.

“Jesus.” He mumbled elbowing Esa who was pretending not to listen “Get a room.” She smiled and leaned in to whisper,

“Maybe we should.” She disappeared through the crowd leaving Tyler to face his friends.

“Are you guys fucking?” Jamie asked squinting at him.

“What? No.” Tyler said. Someone called his name and he was thankful to be pulled from the conversation before he had to lie to them. He was even more anxious to leave this party to Y/N could call his name later that night.

On the edge of my seat/I'll wait for the outcome/If we ever have one (if we ever have one)/Let me take the lead/You follow me closely/But come on and show me (come on and show me)

Let's fuck up the friendship/Come get in my head/Baby, cut the tension/I'm hung by a thread/Maybe it's something/But let's not pretend/Or maybe it's nothing/And this is the end (woo)

We could never be (oh, no)/We could never be friends/We could never be (oh, no)/We could never be friends (friends)

Tyler felt himself falling hard and fast, something he swore he would never do. Things had changed from the night of the first hookup. The relationship between them began to feel more like dating than friends with benefits. Tyler wasn’t sure how to approach the subject and ask her how she felt, but it had to be said.

“Do you wanna go out on a date?” He blurted out one day, immediately slapping a hand over his mouth.

“What?”

“I said do you want to go out on a date?”

“A date? Like a couple? Tyler I thought this was like a friend-“

“We’ve never been just friends and you know it.” He looked so good, long tattooed arms braced behind him, T-shirt right across his chest. Her feelings for him had gone beyond sex, and way beyond friendship.

“Come on.” He said good naturedly, giving her a smile “Lemme take you out.”

She bit her lip and nodded “Okay Tyler Seguin. Take me on a date. Maybe we’ll never have to be friends again.”

“We could never be friends.”

[indiee19]

The View From... The Top Bunk

Alex Turner x reader

Summary: You're on tour with the band and (Humbug!) Alex gets you alone on the bus while the rest of the band are out.

warnings: smut, cringey jokes from Matt, Nick, And Jamie.

word count: 3.2k

-This part was wrote by the co-writer and my best friend, Thea, so thank you @teddyarabellapicker. the fic is also up on her page, so be sure to check her out

A/n: sorry for not uploading in a few days, I've just been writing a new story inspired by the Everything You've Come To Expect album. Also, I'm making a tag list, so lmk if you want to be added to it. Enjoy.

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The sound of the boys shuffling around the bus and chattering woke you up. You tried to nuzzle your head back into Alex's neck, but he wasn't there. You opened your eyes, seeing that Alex wasn't squeezed into the bunk with you. You groaned and forced yourself out of the bunk, eyes adjusting to the sudden ray of light that came through the windows.

You dug into yours and Alex's bag, grabbing one of his shirts and you walked to the bathroom, rubbing your eyes to try and help wake you up. Once you got there, you went in and brushed your hair and teeth, making yourself somewhat presentable, putting the shirt on over your bra that you slept in.

You used a hair tie on your wrist to tie it up so it didn't go past your shorts. You checked yourself in the mirror one last time and then walked out, turning off the light and walking to the small lounge at the back of the bus, seeing Alex and the rest of the band sitting on the sofa.

"Ahh, so the beast has awoken and come out of their cave," Matt said, eliciting a laugh from everyone.

"Fuck off, Matt," you said, still tired and half asleep. You walked over to Alex, sitting beside him and nuzzling your head into his neck, cuddling up to him and Alex wrapped his arms around you, holding you close, and lifted you chin so that he could kiss you. You could taste the last cigarette he had before you woke and you smelled his spicy cologne that you bought him for his birthday.

"Oh, no, we better leave before they start shagging," Jamie said, making a disgust face. You and Alex both held up your middle fingers at him, Nick and Matt laughing. Alex pulled away and you nuzzled back into Alex's neck, closing your eyes.

"You alright, princess?" Alex asked, kissing the top of your head.

"Yeah, just ... just a little tired," you said and yawned immediately after making Alex 'aww' in his head. You drifted off into your own world, not paying attention to anyone or what they were saying.

All you knew was that they were talking about what songs they would play on their set list for the gig later. You heard them say something about playing 'When the sun goes down,' 'Brianstorm,' and 'Teddy Picker' but that was about all you heard.

Thirty minutes went by and then the boys got up, including Alex, making you finally open your eyes when your head fell without his shoulder holding your head up.

"Where are you guys going?" you asked, sitting up completely.

"Oh, we're going to the sound check," Alex said, scratching the back of his neck. "Do you want to come?"

"Sure, just let me get properly dressed," you said and got up and went to yours and Alex's bag.

"Okay, we'll be outside, love,” Alex said, walking outside with the rest of the band.

You reached the part of the bus where your bag was, reaching in it, grabbing some denim shorts and a t-shirt, putting on some shoes and the you walked outside, walking up behind Alex and scaring him. Matt, Nick, and Jamie laughed, Alex on the other hand, did not.

"Not funny," he said.

"Oh, come on, pull the stick out of your ass, it was funny and you know it," you replied, kissing him, making him smile, no longer being slightly mad.

"Okay, you're right. It was funny, princess," he said quietly, wrapping an arm around you, pulling you closer to his side. "We ready to go?" Alex asked the band.

"Yeah, Al. Let me go get Mark," Matt said, quickly telling Mark to come on and Mark grabbed his camera. You all got in the car, just barley enough room for all six of you. You were in between Alex and Jamie, Alex's fingers intertwined with your own. Jamie glanced over to you two and jokingly rolled his eyes and scoffed.

"You two better not snog in front of me," he joked. You and Alex laughed and Alex gave you a quick peck on the lips. Jamie made an over exaggerated disgusted face when Alex peppered your face with kisses, your lips, cheeks and forehead and everyone else laughed.

Alex stopped kissing you and laid his head down on your shoulder. "I love you, princess," he whispered, placing a chaste kiss to your jaw. You rested your head on top of his and you both sat in silence as everyone else talked the entire way there.

Once the car came to a halt at the venue they were playing at, everyone got out, Alex's hands grabbing yours and intertwining his fingers with yours, always desperate to touch you, whether it was by holding hand or laying beside you, he always liked to have some sort of physical contact with you.

You all walked into the venue they were playing at and you sat backstage while they did their sound check. Every now and then during the sound check Alex would look at you and when he stopped singing, he would blow you a kiss.

Even though it was their sound check, they still sounded amazing. Mark was filming them, no doubt for another installment of 'The View From...' videos that Matt was quite fond of doing and were also very fun to film. You laughed when Alex walked over to Jamie and did what you would describe as 'guitar fucking' where Alex was standing over Jamie and played their guitars and made weird faces at each other.

You were kind of sad whenever the sound check ended but you were also happy that you could kiss Alex finally. As soon as he sat down his guitar, he kissed you, his slightly chapped lips moving against your own.

Matt tapped on Alex's shoulder. "Okay, lovebirds, that's enough," he said. You and Alex pulled apart.

"Just because you're sad and single doesn't mean that you have to project onto us, Matt," Alex laughed. You couldn't help but laugh as well, Nick and Jamie joining in.

The show didn't start for another four hours so you all decided to play some games - throw the lime down the corridor, cards, but mostly throw the lime down the corridor, that made the hours go by fast.

You hadn't realized how close the time was to when the show was supposed to begin, after a while of playing the game, Alex grabbed you and pulled you into his dressing room.

"Alex,"  you squealed. He pushed you against the wall and instantly started kissing you, his hands traveling up your body to fondle your breasts through the material of your shirt and bra.

"Alex, stop, you have to be on stage in a few minutes," you said, pushing him away. You immediately missed the feeling of his lips against yours, but you didn't want to be the reason that he wasn't on stage in time.

He sighed and stepped back, grabbing the clothes he was going to perform in, quickly changing all the while you were watching him. Once he finished changing he ran his fingers through his hair, styling it in the mirror. You were jealous of how incredibly good his hair always looked, jealous of how soft and shiny and smooth it was, and how it rarely ever got tangled. His hair was better than yours could ever be, but you didn't mind because he was perfect.

"Do I look good, love?" Alex asked when he noticed you starring at him, chuckling lightly.

"You always look good, Al," you replied, Alex blushed at your compliment, always being an adorable, shy boy.

"Al, come on. We have to go on stage!" Matt yelled from outside his dressing room. You and Alex walked out, hand in hand. Alex grabbed his guitar and kissed you before going up on stage with everyone else.

Just like always, their show was amazing. The way Matt played the drums that made the songs, Alex's absolutely amazing vocals as well as Matt and Nick's backing vocals and Jamie occasionally messing up the cords, but still doing amazing. You couldn't help but sing along sometimes, though your voice didn't compare to Alex's whatsoever.

Your favourite song they played that night though was Do Me A Favour, though you were confused whenever Alex laughed during the saddest part of the song, but the confusion quickly went away when the drums and guitar kicked in.

Though you enjoyed the sound check, you enjoyed the show even more, and you loved the confidence that they all radiated, acting like the coolest people in the world, because they were. You loved hearing the crowd cheer for them - and you also loved the girls yelling at Alex.

"I love you, Alex!"

"You're amazing!"

"You're a fucking amazing singer!"

"Alright, everybody, it's time for us to go. We're gonna leave you with this one," Alex said, seeming sad himself. They started playing D Is For Dangerous, and you were glad they did, it was one of your favourite songs after all.

You got so into the song that you forgot that it was their last song of the night and you were sad whenever they stopped and said goodbye to the crowd. They all walked off stage, leaving their instruments on stage for the next night when they would be performing again.

You stood up and walked over to Alex, his face immediately lighting up when he saw you, grabbing your waist, kissing your temple.

"Did you enjoy the show, princess?" he asked. You nodded and told him that you absolutely loved it and couldn't wait for tomorrow nights show, certain that it would be even better than this one.

You saw the guys talking and wondered what they were talking about. They then walked over to you and Alex.

"So, we're going to out and eat, you guys wanna come?" Nick asked.

"Yeah, or do you guys want to go back to the bus all by yourselves?" Jamie added, him and Matt laughing. You rolled your eyes and Alex looked at you, then back at the guys.

"Nah, I think we'll go," he said, grabbing your hand, walking you to his dressing room to change, the rest of the guys doing the same. Alex wore the blue button up that you'd bought him for his birthday, he wore it every chance he got, it only being special because you had bought it and not anyone else. He quickly stepped into his black jeans and tugged them up, buttoning and zipping them.

You were on your phone most of the time, responding to messages from friends and family who were asking about the show. Alex saying your name snapped you out of your daze and you looked up at him, seeing his adorable, lazy grin that he only did when he was alone with you, not wanting to show it in public in fear of breaking his 'bad boy' persona that he had.

"You're so cute," you smiled, laughing when he made a weird face at you. You wished that he showed his playful and goofy side in public, you thought that his persona wasn't truthful to who he actually was - a shy, quiet, socially awkward, playful romantic boy.

"You ready?" Alex asked, holding his hand out for you to grab. You took his hand and he helped you stand up, grabbing his bag that had the clothes he performed in and you both walked out, leaving the building entirely, seeing the guys waiting for you two.

"You guys ready?" Matt asked, leaning on the car, Nick and Jamie getting in it along with Mark in the very back, Jamie sitting where he sat on the way to the venue.

"Yeah," you said. You and Alex then got into the car, sitting in the same spots as before, you in between Alex and Jamie, Alex beside the window.

The drive was full of singing, shitty jokes, and occasionally sneaky kisses between you and Alex. Nick and Jamie ended up arguing about witch soccer team was better and it was fairly funny, Matt even joined in. You couldn't help but laugh when they tried to bring Alex into the argument, though he quickly stopped that, saying that he didn't have a say in it.

You layed your head down on Alex's shoulder for the rest of the drive, holding hands, tuning out the stupid argument going on between the rest of the boys.

The car came to a halt at a restaurant, everyone getting out and walking inside, stopping in the entryway for the band to take a picture with a fan of theirs. You all then walked over to a podium where a waitress was standing.

"How many?" they asked, getting ready to pick up some menus.

"Uh ... six," Matt said, stopping for a moment to count up all of you.

"Okay, right this way," they said, picking up six menus, leading you all to a round table where you all took your seats. The seat beside you was empty, Alex sitting on the other side. The waitress left and soon after another waiter came to take your drink orders, bringing them out not long after.

It was a few more minutes until you all had decided what you were going to order and the waiter was quick to come back and take your orders, rushing it to the kitchen.

The boys somehow got back onto their argument on soccer, their bickering amusing, it was like they were children arguing about what superhero was the best which made it all the more better.

They seemed to be too into the argument to notice that Alex was now much closer to you, his hand rubbing up and down your thigh, brushing dangerously close to your clothed clit. You quickly grabbed his hand, reminding him that you were in public. He didn't seem to care though, continuing to rub your thigh, lightly brushing against your clit through the material of your shorts. You held back a gasp and grabbed his hand, pulling it away from you.

He glared at you, grabbing your hand, kissing it. You all talked until your food arrived at the table, though that didn't stop Alex from teasing you again. Whenever the guys were looking away from you two he would whisper dirty things in your ear.

"I can't wait till we get back to the bus."

"You look so hot right now, princess."

You knew that this was either him being horny as always, or it was his gig high that he hadn't shaken off yet. Your second thought was confirmed when he went back to rubbing you thigh, never wanting to do something like this in public, whispering in your ear. "When we get back to the bus, I'm going to fuck you up." That was it, you were gone, couldn't handle his teasing any longer.

"Please, Alex," you said quietly, begging him with your eyes. "As you wish, princess," he said, taking his hand off your thigh. "Hey, guys, I think we're gonna head back to the bus, she's not feeling really well," Alex lied, you playing along.

"Oh, okay, hope you feel better, love," Matt said, drinking his beer. "Thanks, Matt," you said softly, acting as if you were actually not well. You and Alex said your goodbyes to Jamie, Nick, and Mark and then left the restaurant, rushing to get to the bus.

You were both very eagar, more than  you could've ever remembered, the ten minute walk taking a little less than five when you began to hurriedly get there, pushing past people so you could get there faster.

As soon as you both reached the bus and got in, Alex pushed you against the wall, attaching his slightly chapped lips to yours, moving in sync with one another. He bit down on your bottom lip, demanding entrance and you complied, his tongue easily fighting yours into submission. He was quick to rid you of your shirt, working on getting your pants off.

Once he rid you of your pants, leaving you in your bra and panties, he grabbed the underside of your thighs, signaling for you to jump, to which you did. He carried you to your shared bunk with him. You shuffled out of the rest of your garments before crawling into the top bunk, watching as Alex took off his own clothes, crawling in and laying over you, closing the curtain.

He wasn't in the mood to tease you anymore, too far gone just like yourself. He was quick to give his thick cock a few tugs before he nestled himself between your legs, slowly pushing in, head falling down on your shoulder when he bottomed out, the feeling of your walls stretching to fit his size too much for him.

He let you adjust to his size before starting to move, going slowly, setting a pace of his own liking, though it didn't last long, he couldn't take it anymore, his need to hear you moan for him growing immensely. And it didn't take long before you were a moaning mess for him, fingers knotting in his precious hair that you loved so much.

He began to place wet kisses on your neck, one of his hands coming in between your bodies to rub vigorously on your clit, his other hand the only thing holding all of his weight off of you. You knew that it wouldn't be long until you came undone, his thrusts getting faster and faster, but at the same time sloppier and it was obvious that he wasn't very far off either.

"A-Alex, I'm so close," you whimpered, voice trailing off into a moan as Alex had delivered a particularly hard thrust, hitting the spongey spot that made you see stars.

"Come for me, princess," he said, delivering one more hard thrust, flicking your clit, sending you over the edge, your own orgasm triggering Alex's, his hips stilling, his hot release spurting inside you.

His support arm gave out and he collapsed on top of you, panting heavily.

"God, I love you," he panted, the both of you coming down from your highs. "I love you too, Al," you responded.

All of a sudden, you heard the bus door open and heard Matt yell yours and Alex's name. You heard him walk over to the bunk and opened the curtain, quickly closing it when  he saw you both.

"God, Al, you could've given me a warning," Matt said, walking away. "Jamie, Nick, don't look in their bunk. Trust me, you'll regret it," you heard Matt say in the small lounge room and Nick and Jamie's laughter echoed through the bus.

"Sorry," Alex yelled, pulling out of you with a sigh, the two of you shuffling so that you both could sleep comfortably in the very small bunk. "Goodnight, princess, I love you.

"I love you too, Al."

[sakuatsutingz]

hi can you possibly do osamu, atsumu and tsukishima when they see someone hitting on their crush (not s/o,yet)? thank youu!!

ofc !! i love this req tho omg,, enjoy !! — jamie

osamu, atsumu & tsukishima when their crush is being hit on

masterlist here

request here

osamu

so osamu has been your best friend since you guys were basically in diapers gn

and you were always attending his games in inarizaki, cheering him on !!

little did you know, samu has had a crush on you for the longest time

his heart would always go ➡️↘️↙️⬅️↗️⬇️⬆️⬇️↖️↙️ whenever you attend his games and cheer the loudest for him

well ure not just a big ass crush to him

youre his best friend and he doesnt wanna ruin your precious friendship <//3

cue years of mutual pining between u two because of that sighs

even aTSUMUS growing impatient

the line between being friends and something more is coming more to a blur every time you guys see each other

like people would think you guys are a couple already because of how close you two act towards each other <//3

but on one fateful day before his vball match started u were already in the hallways, making ur way to the gym where osamus game takes place

and it just so happened a man, who is only slightly taller than you, walked up to u and rested his arm around ur sHOULDER.

u were basically panicking bc u didnt know what to do

“heya doll, what are you doing looking all pretty here ? i say i should take you out.”

your eyebrows furrowed as soon as you heard him, and before you could shove him away from u, you were already caged between the wall

and the lord rlly said ‘let osamu witness all of this’ and boom osamu was there making his way to the water fountain with atsumu and he basically just dropped his water bottle at the sight of you uncomfortably between a wall and a stranger

as soon as he locked eyes with your quivering ones he speedwalked towards the two of u and pushed the guy away from you

“you should know, ya’ shouldn’t mess with what’s not yours.”

said osamu, bringing you closer to his chest with his left arm wrapped around your waist AAAA A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A

the man took the hint and awkwardly walked away as soon as he heard those words

the two of you then made ur way back to the gym, his hand never leaving ur side

well, maybe when you started teasing him

“‘what’s not yours’ ? are you implying that someone owns me, ‘samu-samu ?”

he stopped walking, making you flinch a little at the sudden halt of movement

he cupped your cheeks and gave it a kiss NABEBWJABIAHWIEGWISBJSBFJEBDJHXJSBSJD IM DYING

“you were always mine, got it ?”

atsumu

you've known him since the beginning of high school

and you've always stood out to him !!

you always took his flirting just as a joke

friendly thing to say </3

even though he was being dead serious the whole time

but at the same time he would literally shy away from every opportunity in asking u out

u knew him well and so does he !!

just like osamu, u attended every one of atsumus vball games, cheering him on in his passion !!

honestly he would always do his best to impress u whenever you watch him practice with the inarizaki vbc

heck he would even use 1OO% of his power just !! for u !! to notice !!

whenever he flirts w u the entire team just leaves the two of u alone

bc atsumu has probably spilled about his ever growing crush on u to them

by accident

or maybe osamu was the one to spill the tea

ANYWAYS 

before a match started you visited him on the bench just to check up on him real quick

but someone from the opposite team ran up to you before atsumu noticed your presence

“i’d never thought i’d meet someone so gorgeous like you here, why not you go sit there and cheer for me, yeah?”

meanwhile osamu notices the player go dangerously close to your face, and your eyes plead for help to his own

osamu points it out to his brother and iMMEDIATELY ATSUMU SPIKES A BALL TO THE GUY’S FACE

his aura is TERRIFYING

like do you know that weird yellow smoke thing that shows when the twins did their quick attack

THAT IS WHATS LITERALLY HAPPENING RN

but like you go bby <33

the guy runs back to his own team with a bruised face as tsumu spRINTS TOWARDS YOU

and LITERALLY kisses u JNSJNJKDNJNFFJ

911 i need an emergency my heart stopped beating

“sorry, just had to. i wanted to let ev’rybody know that miss y/n is mine and mine only, ‘kay?”

tsukishima

you, him, and yams have been a trio since elementary school

it was always you three in your own little world

he doesn't remember when he first started to form a crush on you

just like ?? since forever ??

but he's rlly good at hiding his feels sOBS

basically only yamaguchi knows

aND HE ACTUALLY TOLD ALL OF KARASUNO GN

but it's not too hard to figure out he has some sort of feels for you <33

he's a lot nicer to you then he is to most people oops

also is always offering to help you !!

like if your struggling with a class

mans is there to tutor you IM DYING

you don't often go to their games

and if you do it's usually cause yams invited you

bUT ONE DAY

he invited you to a game !!

and you knew it was important if he invited you so you agreed to it <33

you ended up going on the bus with karasuno to get to the arena cause you didn't have a way to get there

and as your loading the bus or wtv ,,

someone from karasuno comes up to you

wayyy too close tho </3

it was clear your uncomfortable with their advances

but they didn't seem to care

and just kEPT FLIRTING WITH YOU

clearly it was getting tsukki pissed gn

yamaguchi was trying to calm him down

it wasn't working SJSJDJ

he ended up basically glaring at the person flirting with you

before walking behind you

and pulling you into a back hug !!

SJSJS WHY CANT THIS BE ME

kinda just looks at the other guy then to you

"is there a problem here babe? this person annoying you?"

THIS GUY IS TERRIFIED

grumpy dino can be v intimidating and this was one of those moments </3

the other guy backs off and ya'll get on the bus

and the only open seats happen to be next to each other for you and tsukki COUGH COUGH

"so, babe huh?"

he just lowkey rolls his eyes and is like

"don't act like you didn't already know, you're mine, okay?"

and the otp of y/n x tsukki came true

[miracleonice87]

Thousand

a Tyler Seguin one shot

a/n: I’m back! Last week was busy for me and this one is, too, but I have three other WIPs coming up after this one within the next little bit, so stay tuned. also idk if anyone else watches One Tree Hill (I know Tyler does 😉) but his family gives me major Nathan, Haley, Jamie, and Lydia Scott vibes in this one.

summary: still playing for the Stars, Tyler is recognized for his 1,000th career game and celebrates with his wife (the reader), family and team.

warnings: husband and dad Tyler being cute with his family and becoming a slightly silver fox (I think that def deserves a warning); hint of a daddy kink lollll

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February 22, 2025

Dallas

“Mama! Can I wear my new jersey from Uncle Jamie? Please?”

You pursed your lips, fastening the back onto your emerald earring as you looked at your five-year-old son’s reflection behind you in the mirror. You turned away from your vanity to meet him at eye level.

“Baby, you should wear Daddy’s jersey tonight,” you told him gently, rubbing his back. “We’re celebrating a really big milestone for him, so he’s gonna be recognized out on the ice, and we’re gonna be there with him, remember? I know it would mean a lot to him if you wore his jersey.”

Luca pushed his bottom lip out just a smidge, pouting just like Tyler was famous for doing. You bit your own bottom lip to hold back a laugh.

“Okay. Well, can I wear Uncle Jamie’s next game?” Luca bargained.  

You smiled at his tenacity and smoothed your hand over his crisp white dress shirt that you’d laid out for him. You put your forehead to his and assured, “Absolutely.”

Luca perked up and stood a little straighter at your promise.

“Thanks, Mama,” he said. You kissed his cheek and said, “You’re welcome, baby. Thank you for understanding.” He nodded and turned to leave the room, presumably to pull a 91 jersey from the ever-growing collection in his closet. He stopped short and turned back to look at you.

“Hey, Mama?” he began. “Hmmm?” you prompted, trying to fasten your necklace and suddenly wishing you’d had Tyler put it on you before leaving — not only was he much more capable, but the way he always kissed the nape of your neck after securing the clasp made you melt each time.

Luca paused, smiling down at his sock feet before lifting his gaze to you again.

“I’m really happy for Daddy,” Luca said with a smile so sincere it made you melt. You were such a sap for these Seguin boys.

You nodded, choking back tears. “That’s sweet, baby,” you said. “I’m really happy for him, too.”

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An hour later, after dressing yourself, your son, and your two-year-old daughter, you pulled into the private parking area within the gates, Luca bopping up and down in his car seat, ever anxious to get inside the arena. The moment you unloaded both kids, they took off for the door to the arena.

“Luca Paul Seguin, slow down, please!” you instructed in your best mom voice, fumbling to throw both your purse and the diaper bag over your shoulders. “Hold onto your sister’s hand, bub,” you requested.

Luca smiled brightly and turned toward Harper, extending his hand toward his toddling little sister, who took it with a giggle. You finally caught up to the two of them and scooped up your daughter as you stepped onto the elevator, headed to the front office floor. When the doors opened, you were greeted by Tom Holy, the Stars’ VP of communications who had become a close friend over the years.

“Here are the real stars of tonight’s show!” he exclaimed, clapping his hands once, making you laugh. Luca ran to him for a hug and Tom playfully dusted off Luca’s little shoulders that now donned his favorite black Seguin jersey.

“Nice jersey, Luc! Hey, I gotta tell you, though, we have something else for you and your sister to wear tonight — if you want to,” he said.

You shot Tom a warning look as he produced a black tote bag from the reception desk, telling him, “You did not.”

He gave you a wink and said, “Do you know us at all by now? Of course we did.”

Much to Luca’s delight, Tom pulled two home green jerseys from the bag, with white 91’s printed on the back and sleeves and the “A” adorning each chest. But the nameplate didn’t hold your last name — instead, it read “DADDY,” with “1,000” printed below the jersey number. Luca jumped up and down with the jersey in his hands, while Tom handed the smaller jersey for you to dress Harper in.

“And we got a little something for you, too,” he added, reaching his hand into the tote bag once more. Your eyebrows shot up, caught off guard.

“Why me?” you questioned, feeling completely undeserving.

“Because, he says it himself all the time — he wouldn’t be the person he is without you,” Tom told you earnestly. “Tonight we’re celebrating all of you.”

He handed you a small black box and you froze for a moment before he extended it further, insisting that you accept it. You slowly grasped the box and pulled it open. Inside lay a pin nearly mirroring the style of lettering on the back of the kids’ jerseys, but instead it read “Seguin - 91 - 1,000,” encrusted in diamonds and emeralds.

You covered your mouth with curled fingers, attempting to steel yourself so that the waterworks wouldn’t commence just yet. You warmed inside at the incredible kindness of the gesture, giving Tom a hug.

“Thank you, Tom,” you said softly. “You guys are always first class.” He waved you off as you retrieved the pin from its box and fastened it on the lapel of your long black blazer, paired with a lacy camisole, jeans and black heels. You propped Harper on the desk to switch out her jersey for the new one, Luca having already made his own outfit change.

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In the tunnel, you had Harper on your hip and held tightly to Luca’s hand to prevent him from running to the ice and interrupting warm-ups. Your kids were used to standing at the boards where they could watch the guys drill and give their dad knuckles on the glass — where he could tap his blade in front of them each time he skated past. But not tonight. They might not realize it for years to come, but tonight would be even more special than watching their dad skate in front of them.

After a few minutes, you felt a hand come to rest on your shoulder — Jim Nill’s. You smiled at him and leaned in for a hug as he greeted you warmly and gave Luca a fist bump.

“And this little one…” he added, tapping Harper’s nose lightly as she grinned up at him. “She’s gotten so big. She’s too cute — you sure she really belongs to Segs?”

You laughed and remarked, “Pretty certain, yeah. If you saw her dramatic side, or how she is with the dogs, you’d see the resemblance.” It was Jim’s turn to chuckle.

Tom sidled up next to the two of you and advised you on how the presentation would go.

“So, we’ll roll out the carpet, and you guys will head all the way down to the end. Jim and Bones will follow. Tyler will come and stand next to you guys on the ice and then we’ll do the presentations,” he instructed. “That sound okay?”

You nodded and smiled at Tom. “Yeah, it sounds great. Honestly, I’m just a little nervous about holding onto these two so none of us fall on our asses,” you half-joked.

“Well, Gramma can help with that.”

At the sound of the familiar voice behind you, you spun around and gasped, while Luca exclaimed, “You’re here!”

There stood not only Jackie, but also Paul — the two were always willing to come together for momentous occasions in their children’s lives, especially now that you and Tyler had given them the gift of grandchildren, and you were grateful. You had had no idea that they were coming, even having spoken to Jackie the day before, asking her once more if she was sure she didn’t want you to book her a flight to Dallas.

Tears welled in your eyes as you shook your head, completely at a loss for word as they flanked you. You squeezed each of them tightly and whimpered, “Does Ty know?”

Paul shook his head. “He has no clue,” he responded. Jackie added, “And the girls are up in the suite already. They wanted to watch it all up there.”

You could only shake your head repeatedly, barely having time to recover before hearing the PA announcer ask the fans to turn their attention to the ice. You dabbed the corners of your eyes with your knuckle and passed Luca duty off to Jackie, keeping a hold on Harper yourself, as Tom smiled and winked at the five of you.

“Not even a warning, Tom?” you teased, sniffling. He chuckled and squeezed your shoulder.

“No way,” he remarked. “Your reaction was priceless.” You shared another smile before you saw Rick stepping onto the green carpet near the boards.

“Here we go,” you breathed, leading your in-laws out to the ice past Rick as directed, not without him stopping you to give you a kiss on the cheek, squeeze Harper’s hand, and pat Luca on the back.

You stepped carefully along the fabric-covered frozen surface, concentrating on a beaming Tyler before you, Harper already reaching her arms out for him as he waved at her. You knew immediately that there was no point in fighting her on wanting to be held by her daddy, so as soon as you reached the end of the carpet and gave Tyler a peck, you handed her off to him, Tyler kissing her rosy cheeks.

The crowd “awww’d,” but you could only concentrate on the dumbfounded expression Tyler wore upon looking up from Harper’s “Daddy 91” jersey to smile at you before noticing his parents only a few feet behind. Rarely, if ever, left speechless, Tyler was completely in shock.

Jackie came forward to reach for Tyler, singing, “Surprise!” as she threw her arms around his neck.

“Oh, my god. I can’t believe you guys are here,” Tyler finally said, his voice shaky. Jackie kissed his cheek and pulled away to wipe tears from her eyes.

“We wouldn’t have missed this for the world, son,” Paul assured as the two men embraced.

After thanking his parents, Tyler crouched down to greet his boy — practically his own self, in miniature.

“Cool jersey, bubba,” Tyler said, glowing with pride as he nudged Luca’s chest and squeezed his hand.

“It says ‘Daddy 91’ on it!” Luca pointed out. Tyler giggled boyishly and kissed Luca’s forehead. “It sure does, doesn’t it,” he said, Luca nodding.

Tyler stood upright once more, snaking an arm around your waist as you held onto Luca’s shoulders in front of you, smoothing his hair affectionately. Tyler then noticed your new pin, running the back of his index finger over it and commenting, “Wow. This is unbelievable.” You could only nod.

“You look beautiful, baby. But what, no ‘Daddy’ jersey for you?” he asked softly with an ornery grin, making your cheeks warm as you pushed your shoulder into his chest. You shared a quiet laugh and he kissed your temple, then the PA announcer turned over the floor to Jim.

“Stars fans, you all know better than most just how much this night means to our number 91,” Jim began. “We as an organization have watched him grow, both as a person and as a player, since his fourth year in the league. We have witnessed the way he has blossomed, from an outstanding young player into a seasoned veteran. Tyler Seguin has become one of the most prominent leaders of this franchise, and I know I can speak for all of us when I say that we could not be more proud to call him a member of our family.”

The crowd cheered, so loudly that Jim had to pause, Tyler blinking back tears as he squeezed your hand tightly and nodded to the fans appreciatively. Even Harper began to clap, making Tyler laugh and kiss her sweetly, sniffling when he looked back to the crowd.

“Tyler, we thank you for the role that you have played thus far during your time as a Dallas Star, we look forward to many years and celebrations to come, and we recognize you tonight for reaching another milestone in your career in the National Hockey League — 1,000 games. We are thrilled to have your lovely wife and your beautiful family here with us tonight to celebrate you. Now I invite our captain, your dear friend, Jamie Benn, to join us and present you with gifts from your teammates, then Rick and I will proudly present you with gifts on behalf of the organization.”

You had held your emotions together decently thus far, but when Jamie glided over to you with a huge bouquet of white roses in one arm and a small gift box in the other hand, you felt tears trickle down your cheek. Jamie stopped in front of your family, greeting you first. He gently grasped your shoulder and kissed your cheek as he placed the bouquet in your arms.

“For you,” he spoke. “Love you. Thank you for everything you’ve done for him — for all of us.” You nodded, reaching up on your tiptoes to wrap your arm around his neck and whisper a thank you of your own into his ear, Jamie smiling at you tenderly when he pulled away.

“And for this guy…” Jamie began, extending the black box, which you now could see was marked with the Rolex logo, Tyler’s way as Tyler wrapped his arm around Jamie, hugging him tightly, the two of them exchanging private words of gratitude. You swiped at your tears as you watched Jamie pull back to kiss Harper’s cheek, making her squeal with delight at the attention her favorite uncle was showing her.

You all laughed, and Jamie turned his attention next to his godson. He bent at the waist to look Luca in the face, his wide grin growing even bigger. Jamie held out his fist and the two engaged in their special shake and bake handshake, Jamie ruffling Luca’s chestnut brown curls atop his head as he stood straight again.

“Love you, buddy,” Jamie told Luca, extending his hand for a low-five. Luca slapped his palm and beamed up at his beloved uncle. “Love you, too,” he confirmed, Jamie winking at him.

Next, Rick approached and presented Tyler with a gorgeous crystal award, engraved with Tyler’s name, the Stars logo, and the date and statistics from his 1,000th game against St. Louis a few nights before. Jim gifted Tyler a silver hockey stick from the Stars organization to commemorate the occasion, and Tyler thanked them both profusely, hugging them as the PA announcer asked the crowd to now look to the scoreboard for a video tribute.

This was one part of the evening you had known was coming — Tom had arranged for you and the kids to be filmed congratulating Tyler on the actual night of his 1,000th game, in the wives and girlfriends suite. You had inquired about who else was being asked to be part of the video, and Tom rattled off the names of some of Tyler’s closest friends, current and former teammates, and most respected fellow athletes — his sisters, Freddy, Derrek, Marchy, Tom Brady, Rob Gronkowski, Jordan Spieth, Dak Prescott, and many of the Stars he had played with for multiple seasons all made appearances, including Jamie, who smiled at you as he skated behind you to watch.

“1,000 games. Did you ever think we’d all be here?” Jamie asked you softly as the video started, glancing Tyler’s way.

You, too, looked toward your husband, his face lifted to the Jumbotron, and you noticed the way his handsome features had only become more distinguished with age and the few grey hairs sprinkled near his ears and in his beard. He always groaned when you jokingly pointed them out, but you loved them — in your eyes, they told the story of his life as a man, his life as a hockey player, his life as a dad, his life with you. This occasion was just another chapter of Tyler’s dream come true — your dream come true.

You glanced back at Jamie and nodded, smiling. “Actually... yeah,” you answered, a hint of surprise in your tone. “I think I did.”

_____

Late that night, long after you’d put the kids to bed — with Luca having insisted on sleeping in his new jersey — you and Tyler lay cuddled up on the couch, wine glasses now empty on the end table, feet entangled on the ottoman. The gifts Tyler had received were propped on the mantle across from you, out of reach of children’s hands and dogs’ paws. Tyler kissed the top of your head, inhaling your scent deeply as you absentmindedly fiddled with the button on his loosened dress shirt collar.

“Are you happy?” you asked softly. Tyler breathed a chuckle. “I don’t think happy even begins to cover it,” he told you, smoothing his hands up and down your bare arms. “It’s more like… amazed. But it’s not even because of the 1,000th game.”

You rolled your head toward his to look up at him, meeting his gaze. “What do you mean, baby?” you asked.

He glanced at the new additions to his memorabilia collection and then back at you, the corners of his mouth twitching into a thoughtful smile.

“The ceremony was great. The best. I’ll remember that for the rest of my life,” he told you. “But what I’ll remember most is the way you looked, carrying the baby and just smiling at me walking onto the ice. And the moment I saw my parents with Luca between them.” Tyler’s voice quivered as he spoke, and you tightened your grip around his waist, laying your stomach against his to lean up and kiss his jaw. Tears shone in his eyes as he gave you a grateful look, pulling your hand to his lips to kiss your fingers.

“My career has been far better than I deserve,” Tyler added. “But what makes me the happiest is just getting to do life every day with you, and the babies. And my parents and sisters, too. I’m just really feeling blessed.”

As he sniffed, you pressed a kiss firmly to his lips and said, “Life with you is more than I could’ve ever wished for, Ty. Every day is like a celebration of the love you and I share. Everything else, like tonight — it’s just icing on the cake.” Tyler nodded, giving you one more kiss as he whispered his gratitude for you.

[bukojuiice]

baby it’s cold outside. katsuki bakugo x reader) christmas headcanons🎄

ೃ pairing: (katsuki bakugo x reader)

ೃ requested by @swankiifiied​: “hi! could i get some holiday fluff hcs w/ bakugo please?” (your wish is my command! :D hope you enjoy bub!)

ೃ  warnings: cursing (courtesy of Bakugo)

ೃ genre: fluff overload!!! ♡

ೃ    my ongoing bakugo x reader smau (please do give it a read if you have time!) my writing masterlist (if you want to see more from me! c:

)ೃ  i know i’m a day late for christmas and i’m really sorry aaa hope you guys still enjoy nonetheless ♡ tysm for 500 followers!!! it really means a lot to me and i can never thank any one enough for all the support and love.

ೃ song inspo: baby it’s cold outside (cover by Jamie and Gaho)

✧ MATCHING CHRISTMAS SWEATERSSSS!!! You would be probing and forcing Bakugo to wear this cute couple sweater set you saw in the Mall for you guys to wear for Christmas Dinner with your family. However, Katsuki will 100% disagree with your idea before you can even finish your sentence. 

  "No way in hell am I wearing some shitty and itchy fleece sweater with you." 

“SUKI-KUN PLEASE I BEG YOUUU DO IT FOR THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT.”

  You eventually got your way though. But, instead, you had to make a deal with your explosive boyfriend that he would be the one to choose the designs imprinted on your sweaters.

  Although it was a "risky deal" at least you still get to be cute and lovey dovey with him. 

  He ended up choosing some rather unique designs. His sweater was colored black with white skulls in Santa hats printed and plastered in every part of the garment. It was very Bakugo and it looked really really hot good on him. 

  Yours on the other hand, was the exact opposite of his (although the designs are a couple set) with it's lavender color, Rainbows and cute little white bunnies wearing Santa hats sprinkled everywhere... It was very girly and cutesy. 

 He's teasing you relentlessly because of how childish your sweater looks, and you snap back at him by saying that he was the one who chose this in the first place and you tease him back by saying "As long as I get to match my outfit with you I wouldn't want it any other way." 

  This catches him off guard as he blushes furiously from your quip.

  It also didn’t help that Bakugo thought you looked really hot cute in your sweater too and how it complimented your figure. Making him even more tsundere than usual. 

 As soon as he arrives at your Christmas eve dinner, your younger cousins/siblings quickly crowded around him. Showering him with compliments, asking him to showcase his quirk, asking him if he could play with them, what training to become a  pro hero is like, and what is life like studying in UA. 

You try to tell your cousins/siblings to pipe down and give your boyfriend  some space but they continue to circle around Katsuki. Pretending not to hear you.  

There was no way out of this and at the same time, Katsuki wanted to impress your family in his own little way so he pompously asks the children to follow him out to the backyard. 

You follow suit to see the mayhem and to see a heartwarming scene unfold. Not until your cool wine aunt pulls you over to tell you that you scored a good one and he looks like a keeper. You couldn’t help but smile as you quickly head out to the yard. 

You continue to admire the scene of seeing Katsuki interact rather kindly and gently to your younger cousins/siblings. It was an unusual sight. 

“Katsuki-nii-san!! Come back for New Year’s and use your quirk to light up our fireworks and new year crackers pretty please!!!”

Especially coming from Katsuki Bakugo. As he was very quick-tempered.

Your cheeky little cousin brought out a mistletoe from her bag and waved it in front of you and Katsuki. She couldn’t hold the mistletoe under the two of you because of how small she was, but she was still pushing the two of you to kiss at the presence of the small plant. 

You and Katsuki catch each other’s gaze, and stop to look at each other for a moment waiting for one another to make a move. He looks away, his mouth forming into a pout, trying his best to avoid eye contact with you so it doesn’t look too obvious that he was blushing.

He certainly wasn’t going to make the first move so you approach him dutifully at the behest of the peering eyes of your younger cousins/siblings and tiptoe to peck him on the cheek. 

The kids all simultaneously squealed in excitement. They jump for joy and began to sing in unison a song they made up on the spot: 

“(Y/N)-nee-san and Bakugo-nii-san under a mistletoe! K.I.S.S.I.N.G.!!!”

Once all the splendor had died down, and all your relatives went home, Katsuki had decided to stay for the night with the permission of your parents as you would be visiting the Bakugo’s in the morning too and the two of you could just go together. 

Your family goes up to their respective rooms to rest, leaving you and Bakugo downstairs in the kitchen to clean up a few other things. This was the perfect moment for the two of you to finally have quality time with each other specially after an entire night of socializing.

“Hey (Y/N)... Do you want some hot cocoa?” He says begrudgingly, scratching the back of his neck.

You were screaming internally. This is the first time he’s ever offered to cook/make something like this. (As the only time you’ve seen him cook up to this point was the curry incident during forest training camp.) “Yes please!!!”

You watch him make magic in your kitchen, as he carefully pours milk into both of your cups then proceeds to whisk cocoa powder and sugar, then finally, he heats both of the mugs up. 

While he continues to create what looks like the tastiest hot chocolate you have ever seen, you suddenly remembered a joke that has been in your mind since the start of December. 

“Katsuki-kun... I have a joke. A Christmas joke at that.”

“Don’t even fucking try.”

“Come onnnnn just hear me outttt.” You look at him with your most cutest puppy eyes and signature smile.

“Fine. Do your worst.”

“Okay so... what is the most attractive drink?”

“Forget what I said. Don’t you dare continue your shitty—”

“A hot chocolate.”

“(Y/N) that is the worst fucking joke I’ve ever heard in my entire life. If you think of one again, then your corny ass is never going to have a taste of this hot cocoa ever again.” He says seriously, piercing you with his death stare as he hands over the mug. 

“Ahahahah fine. This will be the last time. I promise.” You laugh sheepishly, taking a sip of the hot cocoa and immediately feel a rush of sweetness and exquisite taste from just one sip alone. “Katsuki-kun! This tastes amazing!! This is the best hot chocolate I’ve had in my entire life.”

“Of course it’s going to taste good. I made it.”  He ruffles your hair, his lips curving into a smile because of your reaction to his cooking. 

You grab his hand and take him to the living room. The fireplace still lit up, with a classic Christmas movie (Love Actually) playing on the TV, and a comfy and soft blanket sprawled upon the couch. Perfect for the two of you to wrap around yourselves and a perfect chance to cuddle with him. 

You sit down on the couch, then Katsuki sitting down beside you shortly after as he swaddles the blanket around the two of you. 

You scoot closer to him to the point that you could feel each other’s body heat as the two of you began to snuggle. 

It was rather an awkward position as Katsuki had no idea where to hold you and this was all pretty much still new for the both of you. You give him a comforting smile and a supportive nod. 

You hear him grunt quietly as he props himself up from the couch.  You adjust to his new position too and this time, you were lying on his chest. He wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you close.  It was soft and warm. You could feel his strong trained muscles and a faint scent of his cologne. 

“Thank you for tonight. For getting along with my family and for spending time with me like this. I really appreciate it.” You snuggle even closer to him, whispering softly. 

“Yea yea.” He says in a slight tone of annoyance, trying to brush you off. “Anything for you. And besides, I enjoyed seeing your cousins/siblings stare in awe because of my quirk anyway.” He adds, this time in a sincere and affectionate tone as he plays with your hair again.

The two of you begin to drift off into sleep, the two of you bathed in each other’s warmth in a cold Christmas night and life has never been better. 

- Fin.

[ana-benn]

I seriously want Jamie to just come and grab me, whipser in my ear that I'm his, that he owns me and always will. FUCK.

Holy FUCK...

I need a minute.....

Okay. This turned into a whole ass smutty, possessive, domineering fic. This totally messed up my planned fics too, but you know what? I don't even care. You send something like this you jump the line 🥵 So.... You're welcome?

Stupid Possessive Man

It's been well established that Jamie doesn't play nicely with others. But sometimes you have to remember that can translate off ice too. It all started because of stupid ego-centric male jealousy too. Which was both hot, and slightly annoying if you were honest. You loved seeing Jamie this worked up, but also hated feeling like a piece of meat. It was a strange place to be.

It had started innocently enough you'd shown up with Jamie to Tyler's BBQ, and immediately gotten swept up in his charisma. Tyler had shown you where you could stick your overnight bag, as he didn't want any of the team leaving afterwards, since everyone knew how much alcohol was involved in a Seguin party. He'd left you and Jamie to change into swimwear and went downstairs. You'd taken your suit into the bathroom to change, it didn't matter how many times he'd seen you naked if it wasn't sexual you just felt uncomfortable. Jamie knew this and gave you your space, while he changed in the bedroom.

You'd chosen a flattering bikini that was also actually functional for swimming, wanting to actually have fun, and a bright orange cover up.

(because olive and orange is hott, you can't change my mind... Also I bought this so yeah)

When you stepped out you felt Jamie give you a once over before he asked, "You didn't happen to pack something else did you? I'm going to have to fight my own teammates," you laughed, and handed him the sunscreen.

"Here, you'll be the lucky one who gets to touch first," you smirked at his little scowl. He took his time, and ran his fingers over your body, long after the lotion was absorbed.

"I'd better be the only one who gets to touch," he growled out in your ear.

You have him a cheeky wink, as you threw on your coverup, "Guess we'll see."

With that you walked downstairs towards the party, chuckling as Jamie grabbed the towels and headed down after you. It was so easy to rile him up at times. You made it downstairs and staked out a couple of tanning chairs for you and Jamie, although you knew at most he'd sit there for a little while with you before one of the guys pulled him somewhere for a man-contest Tyler's parties were known for.

Exactly as predicted you'd just flipped onto your stomach when Jamie was called over to have a ping pong contest. You rolled your eyes playfully and swatted him away. He gave you a big grin and jogged over to play. It wasn't long before several other guys and their wives or girlfriends showed up. You got to talking with them, comparing notes on what they'd been doing since the season ended. A few of the guys inevitably would wander over and check in, but for the most part the party was easily divided between guys and girls. It was almost comical how like highschool it felt.

Eventually you and a few of the other ladies got into the pool, which brought a few guys in. You noticed Jamie had disappeared, but quickly were pulling into a game. Tyler had the bright idea to play chicken, and Joe and Sarah were onboard. As the reigning champs from last summer, they felt confident.

Tyler came over to you as everyone started pairing off, "Come on, let's partner up. Jamie's inside kicking everyone's ass at Mario Kart." You smirked at that. He really was ruthless at any competition, and he definitely loved beating his teammates.

So you agreed, and climbed up on Tyler's shoulders. The next twenty minutes or so were spent with splashing and laughter as those of you who decided to play fought tooth and nail to stay up. You didn't even notice Jamie coming back outside, fresh off a Mario Kart ultimate victory. A particularly hard shove had you lock your ankles around Tyler, just as you noticed Jamie. The hard look in his eyes sent a very clear message though, he was jealous.

Now a good wife would've probably gone over and reassured him, a better wife probably wouldn't have even played the game with Tyler, but you weren't that kind of wife. You craved his raw power and dominance, and it sent a chill up your spine to know that the worse you made this the better it would be. If he was smarter you knew that he would've figured out by now when you were purposely pushing his buttons, but if he had one blind spot it was definitely in his ability to control the possessive jealousy that ran white hot in his veins. So you made it your mission to be a touchy feely as possible with anyone you could.

Tyler needs someone to help him with the grill? You were right there getting platters or whatever for him as you placed a gentle hand on his arm. Ben needed a new beer? All of a sudden you're feeling super hospitable and you jump up to grab him one, making sure to put a hand on his shoulder and bend down to hand it to him. Anton decided to do a cannon ball off the side of the pool? Obviously the splash would be bigger if you held hands and jumped together.

As it was right now you were laughing with Andrea, and sipping your most recent glass of sangria as she was telling you about their trip. You felt hands wrap around your waist, and startled slightly before you recognized the strong hands on your hips. You vaguely recognized Andrea smirk as she left you two alone.

Jamie stood like that for a moment, before leaning into your ear, "You're mine little girl, and I'm not letting you go. So here's what's going to happen, you're going to put my shirt on, and then we're going to sit with our friends around the fire pit. You're going to put your cute little ass in my lap, and I'm going to stuff you with my cock. If you're good, when we get upstairs I'm going to fuck you. Got it?"

You couldn't breathe, let alone speak, so you did exactly what he said. Grabbing your coverup as well to drape over your legs. When you made it back over to the group Jamie was already there, you did exactly what he's asked and sat on his lap. He manhandled you into the position he wanted, and once he'd stoped you placed the coverup over your legs.

"You cold?" Tyler asked.

Jamie took that moment to enter you, causing you to choke a little as you attempted to answer Tyler, "N-no just a little over exposed from the sun is all."

Jamie chuckled lowly, as you fought the urge to elbow him. He started easily conversing with his teammates, and you just quivered around him. You tried just leaning back into Jamie's body, but being enveloped in the smell of chlorine, beer, and campfire along with the musk that was just Jamie was too intense with his buried deep inside of you. You could feel the wetness dripping as you sat there and squirmed, trying to find a way to get comfortable in the situation.

Jamie leaned into your ear creating what looked like a sweet moment, though his words were anything but sweet, "Do you you think they know you're sitting here quivering on my cock? That your quivering and clenching around me like a desperate, needy whore?"

You almost whined, as Jamie pulled from you. A seamless movement that looked like a basic adjustment, "We're going to head up guys, see you in the morning." Jamie said pulling you up, and along with him. Those around you waved, and you noticed a couple gathering their things to follow you.

Jamie pulled you into the room, and as soon as the door closed he was on you. Lips attacking your skin as he peeled your clothes from your body. Possessive nips followed by soft kisses, as he backed you towards the bed. No foreplay needed after you'd spend the last half-hour on his cock, and you'd teased him all day.

As soon as he had you naked he was over you, thrusting up into you. He settled his lips over your jugular, and set to work marking your neck while he pounded into your soaked pussy. He was intense, and his hands alternated between caressing your body and coming back to your his where he would grab rough as he delivered random hard thrusts. It was animalistic and deliciously rough, so all you could do it was wrap your arms around his shoulders and spread your legs.

"Tell me who owns this tight little cunt," Jamie demanded harshly.

"You do," you whimpered, Jamie rewarded you with a harsh thrust.

"Again," he growled.

"God, Jamie please. I'm yours I'm all yours," you cried.

He smirked then as he doubled his efforts, "Then cum with me." You couldn't help but follow then, as Jamie trapped your cries in a searing kiss.

--------------------

The next morning when you got up you appraised yourself in the mirror "Jamie!" You gasped out, causing him to stick his head in the door.

"What's up?" He asked concerned.

"You left a purple hickey on my neck," you admonished.

"Guess you'll just have to wear my shirt instead of that tank top," he grinned.

"Stupid, possessive man," you groaned, causing Jamie to laugh as he tossed you his shirt.

[avengers-age-of-fanfics]

just for you, honeybee (6/?)

pairing: steve rogers x reader (platonic), natasha romanoff x reader (platonic), bruce banner x reader (y/n is a big fan of his), tony stark x reader, bucky barnes x reader

warnings: mention of bucky, fighting, training, mention of guns, takes place during The Avengers

words: 3,359

a/n: part 6! i honestly don't know how long this series will be, but i think i may end it at either endgame or TFATWS. so basically going through all the movies lmao, but skipping over a few. i just want honeybee and bucky to be happy but gotta add some angst.

Transitioning into a new world, the year of 2011, was no easy feat, and you appreciated Director Fury being somewhat patient and honest about how much has changed. Him, and apparently one of your biggest ‘fans,’ Phil Coulson, have been the most helpful with your adjustment, teaching you all about the new technology and supplying you with a new phone, courtesy of S.H.I.E.L.D.

However, along the way, were a few speedbumps. You and Steve trained consistently in S.H.I.E.L.D.’s gym, almost leaving no room for sleep or taking proper care of yourselves. You both knew it was terrible, you should be looking out for one another, but the loss and confusion overran your needs to live a normal life. However, over time, he seemed to adjust better than you, as expected. Even though Steve had only been awake a few months before you, he jumped right back into the new world.

For you and Steve, the both of you had seen Bucky a few weeks ago; you had seen Steve a few minutes ago, from the time you had woken up. To everyone else in the world, including Steve, however, that was history, a moment written in textbooks ages ago; and for Captain Rogers, that moment was months ago.

In your mind, you deserved to release your anger out on some punching bags.

It had taken Director Fury and Agent Coulson a while until they shared the news to you and Steve, that Peggy was alive. They had claimed that since they found Steve, high hopes were in store for finding you, hence saving off on telling him beforehand. Steve had immediately wanted to see her but you hesitated; what would Peggy say to the both of you? How would she react to you both being alive? No matter, Steve had begged you to come along to visit Peg and you caved, giving him some time with her before he called you in.

Peggy’s eyes lit up, “y/n, you’re alive! Sweetheart…”

You smiled, pulling up a chair next to her, “hey, Peggy. How’s the strongest woman alive doin’?”

She sighed, grasping your hand, “better…much better. Howard never stopped looking for you, the both of you. He’d be so happy to see you.”

You sucked in a breath as her eyes turned glossy, “we know, Pegs. We know.”

She held back her tears as she continued, “he had a son, Anthony; just as stubborn but smart as Howard. You’d love him.”

Steve chuckled, “sounds like a handful.”

Peggy laughed before falling into a coughing fit, turning away for a few seconds. After regaining her breath, she turned towards you and Steve, “Steve! Y/N! You – you’re both alive; you came back!”

Steve gave a sad smile as your face fell, “yeah, Peggy, we did…”

Steve’s eyes teared up, “I couldn’t leave my best girl; not when she owes me a dance.”

Over time, the visits to Peggy became too much and you needed to rest. So, with little convincing to Director Fury, you found yourself in a small cabin in Bozeman, Montana, with frequent visits by both Coulson and your new female friend, Natasha Romanoff. At first, you hated the idea of someone visiting you during your time to reflect, but once you realized that she wanted to help you train and become used to your super serum abilities, you appreciated the company.

You barely had any time to adjust to your newfound strength, among other things, and you slowly became grateful that Natasha had joined you over the course of a few months. Sure, sometimes she was so nosy and bossy, waking you up in the ungodly hours of the morning to train, but she had slowly become one of your closest friends.

Honestly, some days it felt as if you just met Natasha the day before:

You stood in Fury’s office, arms crossed, as he stood adjacent to you, Coulson awkwardly standing beside him. “Why are you sending a babysitter to a place where I am supposed to be, oh, I don’t know, relaxing? Reflecting?”

Director Fury grumbled for the umpteenth time, “because, Agent L/N, you never know when the day will come where we will need you and Rogers, along with your special abilities. You are unskilled in hand-in-hand combat, among other areas in defense, and it’d be nice to enhance our agents.”

You uncrossed your arms, still very pissed off, “I don’t want them to visit me every day. That’s my one condition. I need time, Nick; I feel like I haven’t properly…taken everything in. I just want time to myself.”

Phil spoke up beside Fury, “and we respect that, Y/N, we truly do. But we hope you also see where we are coming from. Natasha Romanoff is very skilled in her profession and understands your situation – you’re in good hands.”

“Phil, you’re making me blush,” a female monotonous voice spoke.

Whipping your head around, you were met with a beautiful redhead who definitely seemed like an Agent, someone who meant all business. You’d learn later on that was just a façade.

“I- Y/N L/N, you must be Agent Romanoff,” you said, holding out your hand.

Natasha grinned, shaking your hand in hers, “just call me Nat, Agent sounds too formal. I look forward to seeing what that super soldier serum truly did to you.”

Apparently, not too much as she continuously kicked your ass in combat.

Training with Natasha was, well, with your lack of combat, embarrassing. You had your ass handed to you so many times, it was a bit pathetic – but she always told you that you were improving. You used your heightened senses to your advantage, listening to her footsteps and figuring out what move she intended to use next. You hesitated to use your strength at first, but with continued training, you knew Nat could handle it.

With Nat, you also became very skilled in shooting handguns, rifles, the whole nine. Your aim was impeccable and target training was becoming a breeze. The thought of shooting someone terrified you at first, but when Nat reminded you that hesitation could get you killed, you understood – there was no room for mistakes.

During your stay in Montana, you kept in touch with Steve, but only through short texts. He was not thrilled with you leaving him, but he understood where you were coming from; you needed to mourn but also keep busy, careful to not fall into a dark abyss. Fury kept you updated, telling you that he had pushed himself into training continuously and visiting Peggy all he could. You knew seeing Peg was doing Steve no good whatsoever, and your heart ached...but at least he got to see his long love.

Nat had been there when Bucky’s birthday passed, holding you as you cried, unable to leave your bed the day of and a few after. She held you as you yelled at the sky for taking away the most important person in your life, leaving you so alone. She knew you had Steve, but it wasn’t the same – you needed Bucky. But she also knew by letting you cry, your emotions out of your body, you’d feel so much more at peace.

And she was right.

Natasha also told you about Howard's son, Anthony, and from what you saw on the news, that was definitely Howard's kid. Tony was arrogant, self-absorbed, but did what he thought was right. After his declaration of being Iron Man, you followed Tony all over the internet, but hearing first hand from Natasha of the man that Tony was...Howard would be proud. You wished to meet him, you did, but something pulled at your heart, telling you that Tony probably hated you for taking his dad from him, forcing Howard to become obsessed with finding you and Steve and thus, costing him his life.

Natasha told you he might see you in that light, yes, but if you ever got to know Tony, he'd warm up.

You weren’t healed and you still weren’t okay, but you were…better. You hated whatever being there was in the sky for taking your James, but you came to terms with it. But the one thing you were so resentful about was the fact that there was no body, no funeral for him.

Becca hated that, too.

You had visited her in her old age, just like Peggy, and the two of you held hands as you talked about James and Steve – your boys. She had missed you so much, just like she missed Jamie, and she understood your pain the best. She had tried to encourage a search party for him, to have some closure, but the government refused. He was gone, and they couldn’t send more men to find a disfigured body.

You hated thinking about that, what James would look like. It haunted you in your nightmares, waking you up in the wee hours of the morning, his frostbitten body staring right back at you. Phil had found you a morning after such nightmare, sitting on your porch in nothing but an oversized shirt and a blanket around your shoulders, cheeks wet with fresh tears.

You sniffled once more, wiping your nose with the back of your hand, watching as a black car parked into your dirt driveway. The car opened and Phil Coulson emerged, as expected - on time for your monthly visits. Hugging onto the blanket tighter, you shivered against the cold air, hoping Phil would just leave upon noticing your state.

He did the exact opposite.

Phil took off his jacket, resting it upon your shoulders even though you had the blanket. You sniffled, inhaling his scent, and hugged the jacket closer, feeling Phil take a seat next to you on your wooden bench.

"I always found snow to be soft, almost like a cloud, falling down upon it when James and I would make snow angels," you began. A shiver ran down your spine as you continued, "but now, I can't help but think of his body just...plopping onto the ground so roughly that he was hurting, still alive, yelling out for anyone and..."

Phil ran his hand over your head, brushing your hair back, "freezing."

You glanced to Phil, "freezing to...to death. He must've been so scared, I-"

Phil shushed you as the tears formed, "no what if's, y/n. He's safe now - that's what matters most. You're okay, and so is he."

Your bottom lip trembled as you held onto the dog tags, nodding to Phil's words, "you're right, as always."

Phil gave a tight smile, "let's go inside and heat up some milk, 'm getting tired myself." Coulson held your hand for the rest of the night.

Trying to convince yourself to get some closure, you told yourself that the next time you were in Washington D.C., you’d visit the museum and read all about Bucky, all that he had done, and see the amazed looks of citizens who saw him as a hero. Your James Barnes was a hero to so many people, including yourself, and you should be able to celebrate his goodness from when he was alive.

You were going to go the next day until Director Fury knocked on your door at 2:30 in the morning, holding a file labeled “CLASSIFIED.”

You raised an eyebrow, “couldn’t have given me this at a decent time?”

He narrowed his good eye, “it’s urgent, didn’t have time for formalities, your highness.”

With a snort, you grabbed the folder from his hands, “glad you know how to properly address me. What time do we leave?”

Fury tilted his head toward the quinjet, directing your eyes toward Steve who stood alongside Natasha, “once you get dressed, Agent. You’ll have time to look over the file in the jet.”

You weren’t sure why you got dressed so fast; seeing Steve for the first time in about 6 months, finally going on a mission, or just getting some new sense of scenery. Either way, you engulfed Steve in a hug and he laid a hand on the back of your head, “hey, honeybee.”

Your heart ached whenever he called you that, but you figured it was one of the last things he could hold onto Bucky as his dog tags laid against your chest, “hey, Stevie. So, what’s the deal?”

Reading over the file while Nat gave more information about Clint – someone else who you had grown quite close to – you grew confused. You looked to Steve, “the Tesseract. That’s the blue cube that…disintegrated Schmidt, right?”

Steve nodded, “looks like Howard recovered it and it’s been in S.H.I.E.L.D.’s hands since, but this guy, Loki, wants something to do with it – Hydra’s secret weapon.”

Fury spoke up from the front of the jet, “that scepter he has, it controls the minds of anyone it touches, including one of my sharpest agents. The Tesseract could be the key to unlimited sustainable energy – that’s something the world sorely needs. Falls into the wrong hands, well…”

You shook your head, “you shoulda left it in the ocean.”

Silence overtook the quinjet until Phil came over to your seat, sitting beside you, “I’d like you to come along to recruit another member, if you don’t mind.”

You gave a small smile to Phil, “um, yeah, that’s fine. Where we goin’ and who are we recruiting, Coulson?”

Phil seemed a bit nervous as he spared a glance to Nat, who nodded her head, “Tony Stark, Iron Man.”

You sucked in a breath, “Howard’s son? You want me to come along?”

Phil laid his own hand upon yours that rested in your lap, file forgotten about, “I do, and I hope you wouldn’t mind tagging along.”

Holding back your tears, you nodded, “yeah, yeah, I’ll come. When do we leave?”

“Once we land in D.C., we’ll take a quick trip to New York. Easy car ride.”

You squinted your eyes, “isn’t that like, a 6-hour drive?”

Phil gave an uneasy smile, “not with me driving, we’ll be there in 2.”

You chuckled, “as long as I get there alive, I don’t really care how we get there.”

In all honesty, the drive to Stark Tower was relatively calm, save for swerving through traffic and going way too fast for your liking. Once you arrived, you and Phil talked to the impressive AI named JARVIS who told you both that he was informing Mr. Stark of your arrival.

“Impressive Artificial Intelligence,” you whispered to Phil, “definitely Howard's kid.”

Phil was about to respond until JARVIS spoke up, “Mr. Stark is not in, Agent Coulson.”

Your friend pursed his lips together, “please tell Tony that this is urgent and we need to speak. Now.”

Very quickly, Tony ignored your calls until Phil hacked into the system, overriding JARVIS and his protocols. Phil spoke into the phone, pulling you inside the elevator, “Mr. Stark, we need to talk.”

Tony sighed on the other line, “you have reached the life model decoy of Tony Stark. Please leave a message.”

Phil rolled his eyes, causing you to let out a snort, along with Pepper Potts on the other line, “this is urgent, Tony.”

You and Phil stood in the elevator, about to reach his floor as Tony responded, “then leave it urgently.” Right on cue, the elevator doors opened and Tony held up his glass of champagne, “security breach, it’s on you.”

Tony’s eyes glanced over your figure as you stood beside Phil, Pepper getting up from the floor to greet him, “Phil! Come in. I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met yet, Miss?”

You smiled at Pepper, meeting her halfway and shaking her hand, “Agent Y/N L/N, Miss Potts.”

Tony stood beside Pepper, “the infamous Miss America, Cap’s sidekick. How’s S.H.I.E.L.D. treating you? Always annoying you with something, barging in without your knowledge, telling you that you've been asleep for 70 years?”

Phil spoke for you, “I’m afraid we can’t stay. We need you to look this over as soon as possible.”

Tony shook his head, “I don’t like being handed things.”

You let out a chuckle as Pepper took the folder, “that’s fine, because I love to be handed things. So, let’s trade.” With a quick switch of hands, Pepper gave Tony the folder as she handed Phil the glass of champagne, “thank you. Anything for you, Y/N?”

You shook your head, “no thank you, Miss Potts.”

You took a moment to look Tony over. Peggy was not kidding – he looked exactly like Howard, and certainly acted like him, too. They had the same eyes, the same face, and the same attitude; it was almost like looking at a clone of Howard. Your eyes filled with unshed tears but you pushed them back, taking a small breath as Phil continued, “this is not a consultation.”

Pepper’s eyes grew wide, “is this about the Avengers? Which I know nothing about.” She looked guilty once the words slipped.

Tony sighed as he walked away, opening up the folder and looking through it quickly, “the Avengers initiative was scrapped, I thought – and I didn’t even qualify.”

Pepper shrugged, “I didn’t know that, either.”

Tony continued, “apparently I’m volatile, self-obsessed, don’t play well with others.”

You mumbled, “kind of like Howard.” Tony pointed his finger towards you as he nodded, “and she speaks of him!”

Pepper nodded her head, “that I did know,” ignoring his comment towards you.

Phil shifted his weight, “this isn’t about personality profiles anymore.”

Tony grunted, “whatever. Ms. Potts, got a second?”

As the two were talking, screens were lit up of you, Steve, and others fighting, and you stumbled back with a slight gasp, still new to the whole holographic stuff of technology. Phil turned towards you, asking you if you were okay with a look, and you nodded. Pepper looked towards you both and back to Tony, whispering, “maybe while working on this, you can get to know her. Get to know your dad. I’ll take the jet to D.C. tonight. You have homework – a lot of homework.”

The two kissed before Pepper headed your way, “so, any chance you two are driving by LaGuardia?”

Phil nodded, “I can drop you.” Pepper smiled, “fantastic!”

The two began to walk towards the elevator as you looked on at Tony who held a holographic Tesseract in his hand. In that moment, your brain convinced yourself that was Howard, your Howie.

Tony turned towards you, “you joining them or you just gonna stare?”

You took a step back, a frown on your face as you mumbled an apology, meeting Pepper and Phil in the elevator. Pepper turned your way as the doors closed, “I’m sorry about him. When it comes to his dad and you, he gets a bit…”

You finished her sentence, “jealous. He missed out on a lot and I can imagine Howard spent too much time talking about me or Steve instead of him. I understand.”

Pepper gave a tight smile.

In a few short hours, you, Phil, Steve, and a few other S.H.I.E.L.D agents were on your way to the helicarrier, something that only a few of you knew about. You sat next to Steve, looking over Dr. Bruce Banner’s files, examining videos of him as Hulk, and how he was trying to recreate the super soldier serum. You had known about Dr. Banner and honestly, had become one of his fans – when he was in his human form, of course. His works on nuclear physics and gamma radiation greatly interested you and upon reading many of his published articles, you had completely forgotten about his condition. Having the opportunity to meet him in person was certainly one of your dreams and you just knew Bucky was making fun of you for being such a dork.

Phil stood up from his seat, walking towards you and Steve, leaning above you both. Steve looked to Phil, “this Dr. Banner was trying to replicate the serum they used on me?”

Phil nodded, “after Howard Stark’s death in 1991, Dr. Banner made it his mission to replicate it. A lot of people were. You – you both – were the world’s first superheroes. Banner thought gamma radiation might hold the key to unlocking Erskine’s original formula.”

Steve looked uneasy, “didn’t really go his way, did it?”

Phil shifted his weight as he looked towards you, then to Steve, “not so much. When he’s not that thing, though,” you interrupted him with a glare, “sorry, the Hulk, the guy’s like a Stephen Hawking.”

Steve looked to you, confusion written on his face. You shrugged, “a really smart person.”

Silence enveloped the three of you until you nodded to Phil, urging him to continue. Phil seemed all giddy, “I gotta say, it’s an honor to meet you officially. I’ve sort of met you, I mean, I watched you while you were sleeping.”

You snorted as Steve nervously smiled at Phil, covering your face as he continued, “I mean, I was present while you were unconscious from the ice.” Steve stood up as you continued laughing, making his way to the front of the jet, “you know, it’s just a huge honor to have you on board this.”

You followed Phil, clapping him on the back as Steve overlooked the ocean, “thank you for that, Phil, truly.”

Steve elbowed you as he mumbled, “I hope we’re the people for the job.”

Phil’s eyes lit up, “oh, you are – you both are, absolutely! We, uh, made some modifications to your suits, by the way.”

You glanced towards Phil – now this was what you missed.

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