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bluewatersfairy · 4 months ago

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daydreamin' - j.t.

a/n: I started writing this at the beginning of the '22-'23 season and have been meaning to do something with it for literally 2 years. Hope you enjoy lmao!

synopsis: reader gets a little too lost in her head whilst on set with Jayson

warnings: mature content, MINORS DNI! small mentions of oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, exhibitionist kink mentioned/depicted, slight degrading/name calling (literally once if you squint), filth but like in a fun way.

word count: 5.3k (imagine if i could just shut the fuck up)

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Time felt slowed and your eyelids were droopy, despite the clock behind you reading 11am. An early call time mixed with a red-eye meant that there wasn’t much time to rest horizontally, or at all. Some things were worth the sacrifice for though. He was most definitely one of those things.

When the story first landed on your desk, you almost couldn’t believe it. The Celtics had been playing on your television for as long as you could remember. You’d grown up watching every draft and noting down each new player that joined the roster. You were always in to support the new up-and-comers as a child and in your professional life.

You’d written and pitched a few stories about the young core over recent years but nothing had ever been picked up for a full length piece. The best you got was a short piece for one special edition that highlighted the great women that stood behind the biggest sportsmen in sports today. The NBA section was one of the smallest word counts you’d been given, but you did the best you could.

A full length piece like this being handed to you, a cover story no less, made little sense to you. You weren’t going to turn it down, but it took you a few minutes to process what was being asked of you. Truthfully, it hadn’t properly sunk in until you were on the plane, flying cross-country for a 48-hour stay. A full cover story on someone with all eyes on him meant that it was going to be the biggest opportunity of your career. Not only was it a big deal for him, it was for you too. You were not going to let yourself waste it by getting lost in him.

Even as the sirens wailed, trying to pull you back to reality, your eyes couldn’t pull away from Jayson. Like magnets, his hands forced you to scan over his chest with his next pose. The fake sweat that had been sprayed over him caught the light as the photographer wanted and your heart almost stopped. You didn’t understand why this story meant he had to pose for thirst-trap-like pictures in his Celtic uniform. Did the universe have something against you?

Someone called your name from behind you and snapped you out of your daydream. They were clearly impatient, the sound of a clicking pen matching with the click of dress shoes on concrete floors. With your attention turned back to the little prep work you had left to complete, you did a final once over of the questions you’d prepared for Jayson. His agent was watching every move you made and when you finally handed them the sheet, they marched off calling a hurried ‘thank you’ to you.

You took a deep breath for the 100th time and looked over your recorder again. Full battery? Yes. Storage status? Completely empty. Vocal tests? All three completed. It was fine, perfect even; ready to go whenever Jayson was. Your anxiety, however, was making it difficult for you to be ready. In a quiet tone, you started to count to ten, reaching for a cracker as you did. You needed to nibble on something that wouldn’t come straight back up. Looking at your hand holding the cracker, you noticed just how obviously your now jumpy nature was. Your nerves were starting to present to others; this is not good, you thought to yourself, just fake it, smile and push through. You needed water, a lot of it. Was your throat always this dry?

“They want me to wear a tie,” Jayson’s voice cut through your thoughts, forcing you to turn around a little too quickly. His deep and raspy tone had caught you off guard. Your body’s immediate response was to send spirals to the pit of your stomach and float to your chest with impeccable speed.

“If you’d rather not, I don’t think it’s necessary?” you replied, your uncertainty and want to please him clear as day.

“Nah,” he shook his head and flashed his charming smile at you, “they’ve got a vision, I’ll stick to it.”

He had changed into his formal look for the shoot. It was a classic black Dior suit with a white button up. It was tailored to his figure beautifully and gave him a really classically handsome look. It was the lining of the suit jacket that made it special as well as the socks he wore. Custom-made with embellishments of his home city and his mother and sons’ names stitched over his heart. He looked incredibly dapper and handsome, clean and perfect.

You swallowed and let your eyes fall to his hands as he showed you the three ties he’d been given. They were all quite simple and classic, but you were immediately drawn to the Dior silk black ribbon tie with a bee embellishment

“Which one do you think?” Jayson held all three of them up to his chest and posed for you. He let out something of a chuckle, his eyes focusing on you as he scrunched his nose. He was absolutely adorable, and he was starting to make you melt.

You gently tapped on the tie you thought was best and expected him to step away and give you a second to breathe. Instead, he reached behind you to put the unchosen ties down before putting the one you had selected over his shoulder.

“Here,” Jayson said, starting to tweak his collar, “could you, y’know?”

You nodded your head quickly and took the tie from him, your fingertips lingering against his warm skin for a second too long.

“They’ve got a stool here somewhere,” you said more to yourself than him as your eyes scanned the room. You spotted it and brought it over to him, hoping it would help close the height difference.

Jayson’s gaze stayed on your face from the moment you lifted the tie from his hand until the moment you stepped off of the stool. It was intense. It didn’t help the way he smirked when you fiddled with the tie. Or the way he tugged on his bottom lip to stop himself from laughing. You almost told him to stop, not that you were actually sure what it was that you wanted him to stop doing. If anything, you were the one that needed to stop.

It took almost every part of you to stop the image of you wrapping the tie around his wrists instead of the collar of his dress shirt. Like dominos, the scene that unfolded couldn’t be stopped, so you’d just have to push it down and ignore it.

Ignore the way he’d look, completely naked with his wingspan stretched out to either side of your bed. The cool black silk ties secured his big hands against the wooden headboard. He didn’t struggle against the ties, all he did was wriggle his wrists to see how much he could do. It wasn’t a lot, he could tell this wasn’t your first time.

His head turned away from his wrists to find you standing at the foot of the bed, only in an emerald green two-piece lingerie set. It complimented your deep brown skin devilishly well, Jayson couldn’t look away. He let out a deep, throaty groan as he watched you slip your thumbs under the hem of your panties and began to pull them down your hips.

“You’re so good to me,” he part moaned, “look at you baby, I can’t say nothin’.”

His entire body flexed as you knelt on the bed only in your bra. You licked your lips and watched his girthy cock move with the rest of his muscles. You were so tempted to crawl up his body, and stop with your mouth hovering dangerously close to his dick. Teasingly, you’d kiss the tip and gently caress the shaft. Your mouth watered at the thought. You knew yourself well enough that you wouldn’t stop with a little teasing. You’d end up taking the whole thing in your mouth, making a mess of your lipstick and your mascara as your eyes watered.

To compromise, when your mouth hovered over his cock, you gripped the shaft with your left hand. Jayson’s response was similar to one of pain or a burn – a gasp of surprise that expressed both pleasure and discomfort. It made you giggle and you wondered if he had ever been like this with anyone else.

“Fuck,” he dragged out as he watched your spit fall from your plump lips to his tip.

You rubbed your thumb over the head and dragged the saliva down his shaft, pumping him so you could hear him sing out in pleasure. He threw his head back and looked up for the first time that night. He was met with the surprise of a lifetime. You had had a mirror on the ceiling installed, and he now had two of the best views possible.

“You could be a professional,” Jayson said as he looked over himself in the mirror. “I’ve never been able to get my ties just right.”

“I’ll add that to my resume,” you smiled at him and carefully stepped down from the stool. “Great sports journalist, even better tie-tyer.”

“You could pimp yourself out to fashion houses and modelling agencies,” he laughed, “you’d get an inside scope of what goes on behind the scenes as well.”

“That’s not half bad, actually.” You shared a moment of laughter, and another of silence and gazing at each other before you were brought back to the real world by the photographer.

Jayson went back to posing, though now it was less structured. They were getting shots of him smiling and showing off the inside lining of his jacket, as well as a few of him holding his shoes. You took a seat and let yourself go over your notes, though you were still distracted by him. You weren’t sure if it was that he was a natural in front of the camera or simply that he was very handsome, but every time you looked up, he looked beyond good. You were constantly reminded of just how fine he was and it was so overwhelming.

He oozed that type of physical attraction that you felt deep in your uterus. Your whole body just wanted him everywhere and there wasn’t much to stop it. His quiet manner was no help either. As a journalist, you were always digging for a bigger story and you wanted to just get into his mind and learn as much about him as possible. He was easy to talk to, and you found that a connection between the interviewer and interviewee was what made a great piece.

You needed this to be the best story of your career, an opportunity like this had the possibility of elevating your life and opening countless doors. Hopefully, you’d finally get that job offer that would bring you to the east coast, the one you’d been looking for for close to a year.

Your name being called from across the room pulls your gaze away from Jayson and you began to make your way over to what looked to be a team meeting. There wasn’t much for you to say or do, except listen and nod when appropriate. Jayson’s team was taking the lead of a majority of this shoot as he had a few other things he had to fit into his day. You knew going in that the interview portion would come at the end, that you were really only there to get a feel of the vibe and find your footing with him.

“I’ve gone over your questions,” Jayson’s agent turned to face you, “they’re good, nothing I can tell he won’t answer. He seems to like you as well so he should give you more than you need for this to be an excellent cover story.”

You nodded your head, agreeing, to show you were listening and noticed their gaze had gone back to Jayson. When you turned to follow it, you found Jayson was looking directly at you. He wasn’t being subtle about it either. When your eyes found his, he smiled his stunning smile and the camera flashed.

“I might need you to cover him more often if you can get him to smile like that,” his agent commented, “he’s like a child sometimes when he smiles for the camera.” Without another word, they’d walked away and you were standing alone again.

You could sense that things were starting to move a bit quicker. His team seemed to be prepping more and you caught bits and pieces of the requests and questions being thrown around amongst them. Someone was sent off to get coffee, someone else was sent outside to make sure the balcony was accessible, comfortable and private. You had assumed you would interview Jayson inside but it seemed everyone else had a different idea in mind.

It was Jayson who approached you first to invite you out there to get started. In your past experiences of interviewing professional and famous athletes, this wasn’t a norm. Usually you were sent to the preferred interview spot to wait for the interviewee and they certainly weren’t the people to direct you there either. But this was Jayson. This is the narrative he’d created for himself, a polite, respectable young man.

He walked two steps behind you, now in a pair of grey sweats and a black Jaylen Brown graphic tee. He was more relaxed now and in turn, you felt a little more at ease. If he was still in his Dior suit, it would’ve been a different story, you would’ve felt under-dressed in your business-casual outfit.

“It’s beautiful out here,” Jayson said as you both stepped out, his hand reaching to the small of your back to guide you around the table and chairs to see the view properly.

“It is,” you breathed out as you placed your hands on the balcony rail. You felt like you could see forever from right there, like you were at the top of the world.

“It’s so much better at night, when all the city lights are on. You really feel like you’re on top of the world,” he paused as he placed his hand next to yours, “it’s romantic too. All the lights in the dark, you’re just a world away from everyone else. No one can see or hear you up here, it’s comfortable.” you watched closely as his hand moved to rest on top of yours.

You tried to imagine it, what it would feel like to be this far removed from everyone, just you and him. The small of your back seemed to burn as you tried to remember what it felt like to have his hand there. What would it feel like if there was no material in the way, and he was pushing you forward, making your back arch?

Pitch black surrounding you and just the sparkling lights of the city far below you. You can barely hear the cars driving by, just the soft breeze brushing past your ears and the melodic rhythm and harmonious sounds of your grunts and moans mixing together. You’d felt far too exposed when Jayson had first started to undress you but his mouth had quickly erased all your worries and insecurities from your mind. He covered you in kisses before he reached your core. He’d turned you around so fast, you’d barely had a moment to catch yourself on the balcony before he’d buried his face in your pussy, his tongue lapping at your folds and only breaking to nip at your inner thighs and round ass.

The second you’d got him naked after he’d chivalrously made you cum twice, his body was immediately pushed up against yours. Your hands were hot on his body, grabbing at his waist and hips while your lips fought against his own.

“You’re eager,” he teased as he broke away from your lips, grinning as he dropped his head to your clavicle, “‘bit of a change from before.”

“I think it’s more than you’re an exhibitionist and I think logically about how sex with us works.” Jayson stood up straight at your rebuttal so he could look down at you properly.

“Exhibitionists like to be seen and heard, look around princess,” he smirked as he spun you back so your ass was pressed to his front again, “no one can see or hear us up here.”

Jayson, truthfully, was exhilarated by the freedom that came with fucking outside and it became very obvious to you, very quickly. He was louder than usual, but he was making you that much louder too. His voice was rough as he told you to let him hear you, telling you to say his name louder and louder. He wanted you to praise him unashamed and let everyone know exactly who was making you cum at that very moment.

He also wanted someone to see how good you were for him, he was basically begging to see a flash in a window somewhere. Jayson Tatum and his beautiful mystery whore, oh he could see it in white writing as he pulled out and sprayed his load on your back.

“Do you want a napkin?” Jayson asked as he got comfortable in the chair across from you.

One of the people from his team had brought out their coffees and had given Jayson a handful of napkins. You made a note in your mind that it was likely because he asks for extra when he had his son with him and it was just what his team did without thinking.

You smiled and took one from him before crossing your legs and letting yourself relax into the chair a bit. You mumbled a thanks as you slipped it under your tablet that was resting on your lap.

You pressed the green button on your voice recorder and placed it on the table in front of you before asking Jayson if he was ready. He nodded his head eagerly and rubbed his hands together.

“Where would you like to start?” you smiled across at him and he returned the smile.

“In the middle, like all the good stories.”

That was what you wanted to hear and you glanced at your notes, not that you needed to. You knew exactly where you were going to start.

“In your relatively short career thus far, you’ve managed to accomplish many things other players spend their entire lives trying to reach, and many retire without touching the surface. You’ve got gold medals, a signature shoe, multiple all-NBA placings and now a world championship, and that’s within the world of basketball. If we stepped out, we could list so many more business endeavours. We know you idolised Kobe and his own off-season adventures and his life outside the league went far beyond basketball. What I want to know is what you want your future off-seasons to look like? Do you have a desire to pursue something creative?”

It was a long-winded question, but asking it made Jayson light up, this seemed to spark something that he was eager to share. Starting in the middle was always the best when you had a good vibe with an interviewee. You’d managed to create an emotional bond of sorts with Jayson already so you didn’t have to do the relationship-building-questions. You could just ask something incredibly personal and trust that you would be given something you can easily build off of. And that was exactly what Jayson gave you.

He begun by explaining that in the last two-years or so, he’d grown an interest in art and had started something of a collection. “It’s not necessarily something to brag about compared to some of the collections I’ve been exposed to in the art-world, but it’s a start and I’m really proud of it.”

He was inspired too, he continued to explain. He loved the portraits and landscapes he’d been exposed to and the realism of it all, but he was a story-lover above all things and it’s those type of paintings that draw him in.

“You don’t always know straight away what you’re looking at, but when you read or hear the title of the painting, or a brief explanation about it, you start to see the painting as the story it is.”

“Would you ever consider picking up a brush and trying something yourself?”

“I think about it all the time,” he admitted with a tilt of his head, “but I wouldn’t want it to be for anyone but me, y’know? Like them sex portraits and intimate art pieces that are created out of lust and love.

“I’m lucky ‘cause my job is my passion, right? I go to work and I train really hard and play even harder and while basketball is a creative process, it’s set in its ways. I’m so attracted to the idea of doing something that’s physically and mentally freeing and I think that’s why I’m kinda obsessed with those types of paintings and why I wanna make them myself.”

He paused for a second, his eyes pulling away from yours for the first time since he’d started talking about it. “Maybe,” he adds quickly, “I maybe want to make them myself.” He laughed lightly and shook his head a little, definitely questioning a little bit why he’d said so much.

But it was good, it was what you wanted to hear from him. It humanised him, showed more of his personality that he was so protective of. It was an easy spot for you to jump from as well, you had a million things that you could ask from here and you sure as hell were gonna ask them. You just had to avoid anything to do with sex and lust, because that was where you’d been stuck for the better half of the last 3 hours since you’d arrived at this shoot.

It was not helping you at all either, that Jayson was manspreading in his seat and you could definitely see his dickprint in his grey sweats. It was unprofessional, of course, but you could not stop looking at it every few minutes. And while he was talking about a sex portrait, you could’ve sworn you’d seen it react. God help your mind and where it was running off to in that moment.

A locked door and a series of paints could be spread all around him and he could be instructing you what to do. Promising you everything was safe and it was just an idea he had, and a massive canvas he’d found a little too easily.

Or maybe it would start more innocently. He’d wanted to try a live-model art class but it felt a little wrong for him, as a well known face and figure around Boston, to show up to a class to draw a naked woman. So instead, he’d ask you to. Sketching would turn to painting, or him trying to do something abstract.

“Can I see it?” you’d crossed your arm over your chest, holding your large breasts from spilling out as you walked to stand beside him. He had this look of amusement on his face that you quickly shared.

What he’d painted and sketched maybe looked somewhat like you, if you focused on your body shape, but everything else was unclear. You bit back a laugh and tried to wait for Jayson to say something regarding what he’d done.

“I don’t think painting is my God given talent,” he mumbled quietly and before you could stop yourself, you started laughing. Jayson turned to look at you and watched for a moment, before he very smoothly flicked paint over your arms and chest.

“I didn’t say anything!” You squealed as he managed to throw a small amount of paint on you again. There was this look on his face now that seemed so joyous yet dangerous, like he was plotting something that was no good.

Your suspicious were confirmed when he started to pull off his own clothes and you realised that he was evening the playing field – this was now war. Like teenagers, the two of you started running around the room throwing paint at one another and laughing with the highest amounts of joy you’d experienced in so long. It was freeing and peaceful. The type of thing, you realised, love songs and stories were made of.

“God, I love you,” Jayson confessed as he grabbed you around the waist, his chest covered in the red and yellow paint that covered your hands, and you covered in the blue and green that covered his.

“I love you,” you replied with a massive grin, your arms wrapping around him and you pressed your lips to his.

“I have an idea,” Jayson smiled as rubbed your core over his dick.

“Are you ever not horny?” you asked, feeling just how much he’d started to feel in a very short amount of time.

“‘Could ask you the same thing?” he smirked before raising his eyebrows at you.

It was the easiest transition from him holding you to the two of you on the floor, on top of a massive canvas he’d had laying there for the past few days. You’re on top of him, hands pressed against the canvas as he switched between gripping your hips and your tits, while you rode his cock like a pro. Your head was thrown back, the lube he’d drenched on his cock before you climbed on made everything feel so much better.

“Roll your hips just like that baby,” he encouraged you with dark eyes, “you know how to do me right.”

You keep going on top of him until he tells you to stop. You climbed off him and watched as he hit his cock roughly. He didn’t want to cum yet, he wanted to do more, you could see it in his face. You carefully lent forward, your hands leaving prints on the canvas and you gently kissed his lips.

“You okay?” he asked softly as he slipped his hand down your back.

“I’m okay, baby,” you smiled, “I’m just checking if you’re okay.”

“I’m okay,” he echoed and kissed you again, “I have an idea though.”

He sat up as he spoke and moved to be behind you. He kissed your shoulders and your neck and moved you gently, but with a certain sense of control that made you that much hotter. You on all fours had given him this idea of your body’s print on the canvas. Your tits were covered in paint, as was the rest of your torso, it would be a sight to see. One he needed to see.

He pushed your chest down and guided your ass up leaving your pretty pussy on full display for him. He let a stream of spit drip onto your throbbing hole and pressed his thumb against it, rubbing and teasing you and making you moan loudly. You pushed your hips back and wiggled your ass, trying to get him to slip inside you again.

“I want you face down and ass up till I fill that pussy up,” he ordered, his hand pushing you down even more so you were pressed fully into the canvas.

“Whatever you want Jay, just fuck me.”

When he slipped into you again, he filled you to the hilt and did nothing to hold himself back. He fucked you into the canvas and watched with a devilish grin as you spread your hands out to try and grip on to something. It left pretty marks over the canvas and made him think more and more about how your tit print is gonna look.

“Your tits are gonna look so good on here baby,” he moaned before smacking your ass, “almost as good as you fucking feel right now, oh fuck.”

You turned your head to the side and let your moans sing along with his. He was so turned on that it was driving you crazy, you didn’t even know what it was but you needed it to happen more.

“Are you gonna cum?”

“Say that again?” you asked as you lowered your coffee mug from your lips, your cheeks red.

“Are you gonna come?” Jayson asked again, “to the ring ceremony? I know you’ve covered me and Jaylen before, so it would make sense if they fly you out for it.”

You smiled and nodded your head, “I hope they do. I’ll let them know you asked, might give them the push to do it.”

“You can give them my number if you want, they can call and I’ll let them know that I personally want you there.” He winked at you and made you blush yet again.

You only had a few more questions left, you’d gotten a lot of content from Jayson in the past 30 minutes, you were really grateful for it. You knew it would read well too and would most likely give you more opportunities for future cover stories. You knew you could write this well. You were determined to as well, not just for yourself but for Jayson too.

You had one final question to ask and it made you smile, this was all very full circle considering you started with a middle-type question.

“Lastly, how are you? How does it feel to be doing a cover story?”

He chuckled a little and rubbed his temple, “no matter how many I do, I always love doing them. I forget how good it feels to be in front of the camera, honestly. I feel real important and I really enjoy being the centre of attention.”

You giggled a little at this comment and it makes him smile even more, “I really enjoyed talking to you too, I hope we can do this again sometime.”

“Hopefully when I’m in for the ring ceremony,” you replied and you both share a short laugh before you’re thanking him and officially ending your audio recording.

Wrapping things up is a much quicker process than getting everything set up. Before you know it, you’ve shaken everyone on his team's hands and thanked them for having you. The photographers have told you they’ll be in contact within the next few days and just like that you’re standing in the elevator and the doors are almost closed.

Almost closed before someone stuck their hand in and forced the doors open again.

“Sorry,” Jayson said and slid in quickly, and pushed the closed door button. He moved to stand beside you and together, you watched the doors closed.

“I’ve been waiting to do this all day,” Jayson mumbled as he cupped your face in his hand and kissed you. You welcomed his embrace and wrapped your arms around his waist.

“Hey baby,” you cooed, looking up at him.

“How long are you here for?” he asked, his hand not so subtly grabbing at your behind, “I’m not leaving your side for the rest of it.”

“30 hours,” you went on your tiptoes quickly and kissed the base of his neck, “I have a couple things I want to do.”

“Mm,” he hummed at the feeling of your lips still on his neck, “I’m so proud of you, this is such a big opportunity and you crushed all that shit. Everyone was saying they’re so impressed with you.”

“Do you wanna show me how proud you are?” you asked looking up at him, finally feeling like you can let out everything you’ve been feeling and thinking about.

“Oh,” Jayson said as he realised, “okay then, we gotta go.”

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hiphop-rap-and-basketball · 2 years ago

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Tattoo • Jayson Tatum

Pairing: Jayson Tatum and Tattoo Artist Reader

Word Count: 2,290

Summary: Tattoo artist reader finally gets the chance to have her first big name client in her chair, Boston Celtics star Jayson Tatum.

A/N: Think of this as tension but like good tension, lol . Also, I swore I had posted this. But I didn’t realize I didn’t finish it but I was so close to having it done! What a treat to have something to post for now☺️☺️ plus I wrote it over a year ago so ages might have changed but oh well. Undecided on how many parts quite yet, just hope you enjoy for now ❤️

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You had a lot of clients these days in the shop you worked at now. As the word got around that you were one of the up and coming new and talented artists, you gained more and more clientele as time went on. But there was one client who you just could not wait to see at the shop again. But this time around, you had hoped he would sit in your chair for his next appointment.

It was 11am now. Today when you opened up shop by yourself, you had to sweep and sanitize surfaces. Once you finished, you sat and waited for your first client to walk in.

You heard the familiar ring of the swinging door and you looked up, feeling pleased it was exactly who you wanted it to be.

“Hello,” you greeted him cheerfully as he walked through the door, all alone. You studied his outfit for a moment. It was casual and comfy. You wondered what he had planned on getting done today.

“Hello… Is Steve in today?” He asked, looking down at the glass table that displayed and array of different jewelry in between the two of you before looking up again.

“Oh- um no, not yet. Not until 1… how can I help you?” You asked, trying to resist the urge to sound eager.

“Ohhh, okay I’ll just come back then,” he stated. He was very soft spoken.

“You sure? Did you want to just book a consultation with him in the meantime?” You asked him while turning the front desk computer on to pull up the scheduling system. “He might have something booked at the time he comes in, I’ll have to check.”

“Ahhh-well I’m looking for a certain type of piece to be drawn up…” he began as he started pulling out his phone. You watched him as he focused on scrolling through his phone with his lip pulled between his teeth and eyebrows scrunched.

“This picture but… I want it to say ‘like father, like son,’ underneath.”

You held his phone and scanned the photo for a moment.

“That’s sweet,” you replied, “did you want to just sent it over to the store email?”

“Sure,” he nodded.

“You need it?” You asked him.

“Nah, I still got it,” he stated, keeping his eyes locked on his phone.

When he sent it and you pulled it up, you admired the photo.

“That’s my son,” he stated proudly.

“That’s so sweet,” you grinned, admiring the photo. You gave him a price estimate and he shrugged and agreed to it.

“Will you be doing it then?” He asked you softly and you smiled at how sweet he seemed.

“Depends… Do you trust me?” You asked while looking up at him. Your tone came out more flirty than you intended. You almost missed his small eyebrow raise.

“I mean- if you got the job here I’d hope you have some skill,” he responded and you weren’t sure if you should be offended or not. You crossed your arms and listened to him as he continued.

“It’s just the placement… I didn’t want to make a woman uncomfortable… I wanted it right here,” he stated, patting on his thigh.

“I’ve unfortunately tattooed penis’s before… so at this point I don’t think it can get worse than that,” you shrugged and he chuckled softly, shaking his head.

“If it’s cool with you,” he shrugged. “I’m Jayson by the way.”

“Y/N,” you responded nonchalantly. “And hey- it’s my job and it’s on your body. Are you comfortable with it?” You asked him and he nodded.

“Okay, I’ll just get this drawn up then but before that, I’ll just need you to sign some papers.”

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He shook off his sweatpants and readjusted his shorts he had underneath before he sat down. You felt your throat get dry in response and caught yourself before you started staring for longer than you should.

When he sat back in the chair you remembered how you’d have to keep it professional. Reminding yourself that he was just another client. A really well-known individual who smelled amazing the closer you got to him. And clients should not make your heart beat and hands sweaty because it was your job to stay still and focused while you worked.

You watched yourself, avoiding any fumbling before he thought any worse of you.

You performed the usual procedure as you sanitized his skin and shaved the hair off the area. You focused on the spot avoiding eye contact with him at first until you relaxed. You were pleased at how calm he seemed and you looked forward to gaining his trust in the process.

You regained focus again, gathering together all your tattoo guns and ink included. You kept your cool and managed to get a conversation going with him.

“So what if I told you you were my first real person I’ve tattooed?” You asked him and he chuckled softly, shaking his head.

“I wouldn’t believe you, I was looking at some of your work in the front while you drew it up, You’re really talented,” he smiled and you quickly looked down before his smile became the next distraction you didn’t need right now.

“Well thank you… I could say the same to you,” you responded as you began filling the tattoo gun with ink.

“Plus, I think I’ve seen you in here before, you getting your reps in,” he responded and you couldn’t help but stop what you were doing to look up and smile at him for a moment. From this angle, he was looking down at you with his big brown eyes. His broad frame intimidating yet calm.

“Oh yeah? Well, I started a couple months ago. Have you always come to this shop?” You asked nonchalantly even though you hoped and prayed he would be back at some point.

“Yeah, since I started living here so, a couple years now,” he yawned. “Steve’s my guy.”

“Hmm,” you hummed in response as you continued inking up his legs, small grin on your lips. “Not for long.”

You were working your way down and needed to get closer to the side of his inner thigh. As you began to tattoo that spot, you noticed him shift in his seat a bit, gripping onto the chair more now.

“You okay?” You asked him.

“Yeah, yeah, might need a break at some point though,” he stated. “My legs are usually… sensitive.”

You smirked up at him. “Break already?”

“Ha-ha,” he replied teasingly. “It’s not an easy pain.”

“I understand. “You need anything right now?” You asked him, your flirtatious eyes were clear now, and he grinned slowly.

“I’m good, for now,” he replied, scanning your expression. “Thanks.”

You continued your work with a great deal of silence between the two of you. He remained focused on his phone and you remained focused on your piece.

“Steve might kill me for cheating on him…” he stated, breaking the silence after almost a half an hour.

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him… for now,” you smirked, looking up at him.

“Well well well, how’d you get the apprentice to convince you to give you a tattoo?” You heard Steve’s voice ask.

“Ahhh what’s good Steve,” Jayson greeted him with a handshake.

“I’m just messing, she’s amazing that Miss. Y/N, but don’t go stealing all my clients now,” he said with a wink before walking off to the back.

Steve had been an incredible mentor and you were grateful for how much he had taught you.

Jayson gave him a friendly smile and it was quiet again between the two of you now as you made progress on his piece.

“So about that penis you tattooed before…” Jayson began and you quickly shot your head up at him at his curiosity.

“What’d they get tattoo on it? He finished.

“You won’t believe this but… they wanted a tiny dick on their dick,” you replied and he laughed.

“What the hell,” he laughed, bringing his palm to his forehead before running his fingers through his hair.

“Yeah, um-“

“Did it have to be- uh… stiff?” He asked and you couldn’t help but giggle at how curious yet uncomfortable he was.

“ It was on an off,” you replied quickly.

“My god- I’m so sorry,” he said while shaking his head.

“It’s okay,” you giggled. “I still love this job. Everyday is different. And when I get to do meaningful tattoos like this one- it means a lot.”

He smiled at you before licking his lips, eyebrow twitching at the pain of the needle.

You felt your throat dry at the sight as you swallowed before you spoke. “How old is your son?”

“He’s 5 now,” he replied.

“And how old are you?”

“24,” he replied.

“Ahh, me too!” You grinned, mentally slapping yourself for saying that.

“How’d you get to practice?” He asked.

“Lots of drawing… a lot of it.”

“Hmm,” he responded, keeping his eyes locked on the needles going in and out of his skin.

“What about you? What made you so good at basketball?”

“Same thing, practice,” he chuckled. “It was my dream to play since I was a kid.”

“That’s sweet, you should be proud of yourself,” you smiled, continuing to work your magic.

“I am,” he smiled confidently. “Wait- how’d you know that’s what I do?”

“Well um, your height was kind of a dead giveaway. Plus, I don’t live under a rock.”

“Damn,” he chuckled. “Okay miss.”

“Haha my fault, I didn’t mean to come off sassy. Is this your hometown?”

“No, I grew up in Missouri. What about you?”

“I’m from here, yeah,” you replied.

“You like it?” He asked.

The curiosity in his tone made you feel warm inside.

“It’s okay, but I love that with this job I really could go anywhere. So I can’t wait to get out of here.”

He chuckled in response, unable to give a good answer as his face scrunched in discomfort as you dragged the needles through his leg.

“You’re doing great,” you smiled up at him. The slight gleam in his eye increased by your encouragement.

“I’m going to have to get more in between your legs for your inner thigh…are you comfy with that?”

“Yeah that’s okay,” he replied quickly.

He spread his thighs out and you slowly admired his tan and lean long legs through your lashes and the way they looked in your chair. You felt your cheeks grow warm as you tried to regain focus on the tattoo. Yeah his leg was blistering red from the endless stabbing of the needle but he looked incredibly fit. You wondered what his body looked like under that fabric.

“So do you have a boyfriend?” He asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“W-what?” You asked, shutting off the needle to make sure you heard him correctly.

He chuckled nonchalantly, “I said do you have a boyfriend? I mean, it must be kinda tough tattooing other guys the way you said you do and him not being jealous,” he chuckled, scanning the look on your face as you loosened up.

“Oh- haha, right,” you nod. “No, I’m very much single.”

“Oh, I see,” he responded with a nod, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth in a thoughtful manner. “Sorry- that was kind of a personal question.”

“It’s fine,” you smiled sweetly. “Do you have a girlfriend? It must be hard for her watching you get all the attention from women,” you smirked to yourself without looking up from the ink, dabbing it and wiping it as you continued.

“No, I’m also very single. Pretty focused on the game right now and taking care of Deuce,” he replied calmly.

“Hmm, I have a hard time believing that,” you chuckled, standing up to stretch your limbs for a moment.

“Why’s that?” He questioned, smirk tugging at his lips and he crossed his arms. His golden skin almost glowing against the hoodie color he wore.

“There’s not a doubt in my mind there’s not a woman in your life right now,” you retort, taking a sip from your water.

You had always suspected that NBA players are exactly that as you’ve seen; players. From long conversations you’ve overheard at the shop of men talking about all the women they dated. He was definitely capping.

“Well, I’ve dated a couple of women, for sure. I’m not a perfect man. There’s women out there who want you for who you are or just want you for your money, a chance at fame. It’s an unfortunate circumstance to be in, especially in my position.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say unfortunate is the right word,” you replied and soon regret it. You don’t know what it’s like to be in his shoes and yet, here you are challenging him.

“Oh you think so?” He smiled playfully. “How would you describe it then?”

“Well, I guess I wouldn’t fully understand what it’s like to be in your shoes, but it must suck only being wanted for your money.”

“Yeah, well,” he exhales. “There’s only so much you can do. I can either keep searching or just wait for the right one to come along. When you’re basically defined by your financial status, everything is so different.”

You nod in agreement, unsure on how you got on a topic so deep.

“Well, you’re still young. There’s time,” is all you can say. How far do you push it with a guy you just met but no so much about already?

“Yeah,” he lets out a big sigh. “Not gonna lie I’m feeling a little nauseous.”

“Did you eat?” You giggled.

“Not enough,” he chuckled.

“Let’s take a break then,” you smiled.

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Lit lit. I loved this. Still figuring out where I want to go with it but I’m excited for this new beginning 😊😊

#jayson tatum imagine #jayson tatum #Jayson Tatum fanfics #nba players

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goingextinct · 5 months ago

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fans booing players cause they went to another team are stupid. they should celebrate actually bc its great for ME. imagine the fics bc of this, imagine the devastating rpf i can conjure inside my mind bc of this, IMAGINE THE POSSIBILITIES for my mind to turn this into porn ohhh i could go on and on

#its abt kyrie #its always abt kyrie #i dont care how insane he is im more insane #like celtics fans booing him so bad #MY BROTHER IN CHRIST #imagine the jayson tatum/kyrie irving shit i could pull out of this #nevermind the lebron/kyrie insanity #think wider #hes not a traitor #hes a great plot maker

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clevelcnds · 2 years ago

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NBA ONESHOTS

dating ja morant includes (hc)

#nba imagines #nba #nba fan fic #ja morant x reader #ja morant #lamelo ball #jayson tatum #jayson tatum x reader

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ratatatastic · 3 months ago

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"Local kid makes good. Matthew Tkachuk, Stanley Cup Champion. So how does that sound? Stanley Cup Champion?" "I think it sounds better and better each time I'm hearin' it. It's been—I think—almost 2 months, I don't even know? Time has been flyin' but it just—each day is more and more incredible thinkin' about it." "So you're here to throw out the first pitch with Jayson Tatum, you're both Chaminade proud, like, you knew each other back then, you were friends in high school, and you're still friends—tell me about that relationship." "Yeah, it's been really incredible watching him—I think we both started out in the league very similar years. I might've been a year before when he was at College but it's been absolutely incredible to follow along his journey, and his career. I still keep in touch every now and then. I know we've played Boston the last few playoffs and he's been to a few of the playoff games for me. I went to one of his playoff games last year when we were in Boston. So really, really cool just to watch him, it was really cool to see him play in person. I'm excited to see him, and throw out that pitch with him today."

los angeles dodgers @ st louis cardinals pregame | 8.18.24 (x)

"When you guys were younger—both obviously stand-out athletes—did you ever imagine you would be a Stanley Cup Champion one day? And he would win a NBA Championship with the Celtics? Did that ever cross your minds?" "No, I mean, he was way better at his sport than I was at my sport when we were that young... I think I had a pretty good idea that he was gonna be a star basketball player. I guess you don't really think about Championships at that time of your life. You always dream about it but do you really think its gonna happen? And for us to do it, you know, within a week or however long apart from each other, it just—what a great time for all of our friends and family, and people that are just supporting us in St. Louis. I feel like St. Louis with not having teams to—you know, in their city to root for, I feel like they really kind-of hopped on and rooted for us and the Celtics. That made us, especially being from here, made us feel really special." "City was behind ya, one hundred percent! Let's talk about the final. You guys were up three-zip, it goes to a Game 7. What's that like?" "It's not supposed to be easy! I feel like it wouldn't have made sense or worked if it, you know—wasn't that scenario. It was always gonna be a long series. For us to win the first 3 and then lose the next 3—I mean, that wasn't ideal but at the end of the day we were comin' back to our incredible fans in Florida for a Game 7 Stanley Cup Final. What an incredible environment! That is a dream game! You always talk about the Game 7s when you're younger, and those are the moments you dream of, and I got to live out a dream this year." "What was it like sharing it with your pop? You know in the postgame coverage, I see your dad all over the place, your brother, your sister, your mom—what was it like sharing it with them?" "It was amazin'! Just handin' the Cup to my dad on the ice afterwards was super special there—the moment where he was actually in the locker room after the game when, you know, friends and family were startin' to come down, and I got to hand it to him, we got to beer-shower him, he got to lift it up in front of all my teammates, they were all goin' nuts for him too! Because they know that he played such a long time, and unfortunately wasn't able to win one in his playing career but I think he would've, you know, traded that all and done it exactly the way it happened for one of his boys to win it. It was such a family—It was such an incredible time for our whole family and I'm so lucky to have such great support from them." "Fun to watch too! Last thing before we let you go. You look good in the Cardinals red, Cardinals cap—there was a time where your dad, Big Walt, liked the Red Sox... please tell me you're a Cardinal fan..." "I am a Cardinal fan! Yeah, that time is—I was a big David Ortiz fan so when he was on the team like he was...him and Albert [Pujols] were my two favourites so it's actually pretty cool I got to hang out with Albert over summer in a golf tournament—the ACC tournament out in Lake Tahoe. He was one of my sports heroes! Yeah, I've been a Cardinals fan ever since I can remember with Albert." "Congratulations on getting the Cup, thanks for the chat!" "Yep, thank you!"

#matthew tkachuk #florida panthers #two boys attending each others playoff games how romantic #hey man is it chill if i watch you while youre at your job and cheer you on?#i also think a lot about matthews tendency to always downplay his own abilities #him getting so increasingly huffy about game 7 questions #like guys you aren't seeing the grand narrative he contrived before the series even began!!! come on people pick it up!!!!#to him game 7 was always destined to go like that thats fucking wild #also fambily #maffhews is such a big fambily guy he loves them all so much #fambily man :(((#also did you catch matthew referring to pujols on a first name basis?#yeah before he met him he fullnamed him now its first name!!#first name basis with your sports idol 👀👀#also a big papi fan now this is my type of guy!!#please someone get them on the same panel big papi would love maffhew so much you dont understand #THEYD RIFF OFF EACH OTHER SO WELL #I NEED IT!!!!

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okay then fucking watch basketball. wnba players and fans are clearly not ready to reach NBA levels of attention and that doesn't make racism and homophobia valid but it is what it is. and of course that doesn't mean it's right. i mean some of the players in the league don't even speak up about the bigotry that happens in the league or even speaking up about how their teammate is transphobic. like is jayson tatum to come on social media and condemn the boston fan base bc of the hate? imagine steph caring about what lebron fans have to say about him

Nope.

You have freedom to ignore these things and I have freedom to speak on it. “It is what it is” can kiss my ass, that’s not how I deal with what I think is wrong with the world especially when I know work can be done to fix it.

And yeah why not, what is Tatum going to lose if he does? Whats wrong with that?

If Steph does care what’s wrong with that?

Again what is so wrong about speaking out against racism.

#wbb #caitlin clark #iowa wbb #ncaa wbb #wnba

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Who do you think are the girls' favorite players? (Because Tara might not be as into basketball but she obviously absorbed opinions by osmosis)

oohhh okay.

i think sam likes players that can take the lead on the court, that aren't afraid to risk things on their plays while also providing opportunities for their teammates, kinda reflecting on what i think she's like as a player? so shooting guards like dwayne wade (who has a similar style to what i imagine she'd wanna play like in court!) and klay thompson and point guards like chris paul and steph curry. i also wanna say she was a fan of kawhi leonard and kevin durant at one point but we don't know what happened to kevin. we don't talk about that. our very own nba nomad. and jayson tatum? very interesting to watch!

i lowkey wanna to go for the comic aspect of this and say tara admires the big guys, like she was amazed by shaq o'neal when she was little and watching the current season with sam she'd be like "yeah, that jokić guy? no joke." but tara missed out on a LOT of the nba for a few years. it was sam and her's thing, so she stopped watching it after her sister left and got back into it when sam got back, as well. i do think whenever sam praises a player, she'll automatically nod and become a fan of them. she trusts sam's opinion blindly.

#i didnt know if i focused on warriors or talked about players overall but. yeah #late 2000s shaq and dwayne combo in miami had little sam and tara shaking on their seats #also im a dwayne wade fan his early heat days are what got me into the nba so had to give him a nod #currently tho? steph curry my bro. my buddy.#praying next season is better for the warriors 🤞🤞#ask #kirbycarpenter #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #carpenter sisters #scream #ma talks scream #ma talks basketball #i think i should tag this #noticed i basically projected My favourite players onto them

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No Speaker of the House Yet, But Here's Who We'd Nominate to Fill the Void

The Speaker doesn't have to be a member of Congress (like, who knew?) So we decided to nominate a few of our own: Beyoncé, Common, Al Sharpton and more.

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Republicans are hard at work doing their favorite activity, making it impossible to do any governing. For the first time in 100 years, a nominee from the party in power failed to win the initial floor vote. (Congrats on the biggest failure of the century, Representative Kevin McCarthy).

Until they can come to an agreement, the House is at a complete standstill. But while the Republicans were spending their time squabbling, over at the Root, we decided to find a solution.

Fun fact, anyone can be elected as Speaker of the House regardless even if they’re not a member of congress.

So in the interest of helping democracy function and having a few laughs, here are The Rootnominees for Speaker of the House.

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Queen Bé for Speaker

Obviously we can’t have a conversation about leadership without talking about the queen herself, Beyoncé. Sure, she has zero political experience, but I’d vote for her over McCarthy in a heartbeat.

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Megan Thee Stallion

She may not have any track record in politics, but this original Hot Girl, is tough enough for any challenge. She’d be dog walking the entire chamber in no time, and we’d love to see a speaker who can lay down the law and the beats.

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Meghan Markle

The princess of our hearts managed to shake one of the oldest monarchies to its core just be existing. We’re pretty sure she could take on the U.S. Congress without breaking a sweat. And if they try to bully her, well, we know this duchess has Netflix on speed dial.

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Common Takes Congress

Not to be crude, but the photo kind of speaks for itself. But seriously, looks aside, Common has been talking about issues in the Black community for decades with eloquence and poise. Congress could certainly use a touch of his soothing wit, even if his nomination would make Fox News explode.

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Serena Williams

If you’ve ever seen Serena Williams body the competition at a tennis match, then you know the members of congress stand no chance against her. She’s fiery, she’s passionate, and honestly that killer serve alone wins her my vote.

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Rev. Al Sharpton

This one is a no-brainer. Reverend Al Sharpton has been a civil rights icon since way before I’ve been alive. He loves to talk (so being speaker should be pretty easy). Get this man a gavel cause he’s certainly got our vote.

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Keke Palmer

Who can forget the time Keke Palmer absolutely destroyed the central Republican villain of the early 2000s. But seriously, if she can unintentionally destroy Dick Cheney’s ego, imagine what she could do to the rest of the party if she was actually trying. All I’m going to say is that Ms. Keke P absolutely has my vote.

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Oprah Winfrey

Has Oprah Winfrey earned some major side-eye from us over the years, sure. (**Cough Cough** Dr. Oz). But no one can deny that Oprah knows how to bring folks together. In a divided Congress, Oprah might be the only person capable of uniting the country.

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Shannon Sharpe

This one is just a pure chaos pick. Do I know anything about how Shannon Sharpe will be as a leader? No, but wouldn’t it be wild watching Republicans try to deal with this man on a daily basis, 100 percent. And for that reason, he’s got my vote.

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Jayson Tatum

Promise we’re not just picking people because they’re handsome. Jayson Tatum happens to be a phenomenal leader of the Boston Celtics, and I think that says something about his ability to lead Congress. And yes, we wouldn’t mind looking at him for the next four years.

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Vice President Kamala Harris

Nominating Vice President Kamala Harris for Speaker of the House wouldn’t really make any sense (she’s got her hands full). But you have to admit, having someone competent in the role would be pretty nice.

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Former-First Lady Michelle Obama

I mean come-on haven’t we earned seeing Michelle Obama in a leadership position? Mostly, it would really piss of conservatives, and I’m honestly here for that too.

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Lou Bega

Mambo No. 5 stole my heart as a child, and now I want to help Lou Bega steal the speaker’s gavel. From what I can tell he hasn’t done a ton since his major hit, so he’s probably free to take over Congress.

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Loni Love

If you’ve ever seen Loni Love talk, you know she can command a room (ask anyone who saw her host the Root 100). All we need is to give this talk show host a gavel, and I’m sure she’d solve Congress in a heartbeat.

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Representative Hakeem Jeffries

Y’all know I had to throw someone serious onto the list. While Republicans floundered, Democrats unanimously voted to elect Rep. Hakeem Jeffries as House Speaker, making him the first Black politician to lead either party. Jeffries was also the first person since 2007 to unanimously win the support of their party for leadership. Democrats don’t hold the majority, so it’s highly unlikely that Jeffries will be Speaker (although not technically against the rules). But there was no way to make this list without at least giving the New York Representative an honorable mention.

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