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Cuff Me - James Kelly Smut

Summary: You and your boyfriend, James, get into a fight after he almost runs into trouble with the police. Not liking his pissy attitude, you decide to teach him a lesson in restraint.

Warnings: unprotected sex, penetrative sex, bondage, bratty!James, teasing, James is a switch when the circumstances are right, masturbation (reader receiving), edging, denial, begging, degradation, praise, lots of pet names (pretty baby, baby, doll, etc.), James is a yapper, angst, angry sex, cock warming, multiple orgasms (reader receiving), face-sitting, handjob (James receiving), oral sex (James and reader receiving), James is a lil mean at first but reader puts him in his place.

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You could hear the faint sounds of sirens in the distance as your stomach tied in knots. You chewed worriedly on your bottom lip, watching outside the window of the car you’d parked behind an old, rundown pub.

You sighed, rubbing your face with your hands as you closed your eyes. When you’d gotten a call from your boyfriend that he was in trouble and needed you to pick him up, you’d dropped everything to go to him. Now, as you waited, you felt the anxiety growing inside of you.

What had he gotten caught up in now?

You jumped as you heard a banging on the passenger window, opening your eyes to see James with his hood up. You quickly unlocked the car, letting him get in. He pushed his hood back, leaning against the headrest as he caught his breath.

James had a reddened bruise on his cheekbone, and his knuckles were a bit bloody. You sighed to yourself, making sure the coast was clear before beginning to drive back to the house you shared.

Knowing he was at least safe, the worry started to melt into anger as you asked, “What happened this time?”

“Frankie said he needed some help,” James sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. “I was just takin’ a drive with him, to talk. I didn’t know he’d stolen the fuckin’ car.”

“Jesus, James,” you said, exasperated. “How many times are you gonna let him rope you into these situations, huh?”

“He’s my brother,” James argued, turning to you with a defensive expression hardened onto his face. “It’s what brothers do, okay? They look out for each other.”

“He doesn’t look out for you,” you retorted, turning down the street to your neighborhood. “When has he ever sacrificed anything for your wellbeing? He doesn’t, James. All he ever does is drag you into his mess. Yet, still, every time he calls, you run to him.”

James’ jaw clenched, but he didn’t say anything — knowing that you were right. His fingers fiddled with the hem of his hoodie as he turned to look out the window, watching the houses go by.

“Things are good for you right now, James,” you said, pulling into your driveway and parking the car. “You opened up your own shop, we got our own place, we’re not in any debt anymore. Why would you want to jeopardize all of that when you’ve worked so hard to get it?”

James didn’t answer, getting out of the car and slamming the door as he walked into the house. Seething, you followed after him, storming through the front door.

“What the fuck are you mad at me for?” You yelled, grabbing his arm and spinning him around to face you. “I didn’t have to come save your ass, you know? I could’ve fucking left you to deal with your own shit. What would you have done then, hm?”

His eyes were burning with intensity and you clenched your thighs together. He was so fucking sexy when he was angry. You fought to keep your resolve, to remember why you were arguing in the first place.

James noticed the brief flash of desire in your eyes, smirking as he walked closer to you. You stood your ground, trying to keep your glare strong as he stalked toward you. He dipped his head low, caressing your cheek with a tattooed hand.

“Pretty baby,” he whispered, holding your face gently. “Gettin’ all mad at me. ‘S cute.”

He tilted your head to the side, kissing slowly down your neck. You sucked in a breath, your eyes fluttering shut as your stomach stirred with need.

“James,” you groaned, forming a weak, half-assed attempt to push him off of you. “I…I’m trying to talk to you about this.”

He raised his head back up, brushing his lips against yours as he whispered, “I’m done talkin’.”

He devoured your mouth in a hungry, heated kiss that you instantly melted into. His tongue laid claim, tasting your own as you released a breathy sigh. His hands trailed down your body, gripping your waist tightly and pulling you against him.

His movements were rough and angry. Not enough to hurt — never that — but enough for you to know that this wasn’t going to be the gentle love-making the two of you often shared.

He nipped at your lips, backing you up until you were pinned against the wall. All thoughts of your fight had flown out the window as you pushed his hoodie off of his shoulders. He raised his arms, allowing you to pull the white tank top over his head.

Your hands roamed over the expanse of his toned chest as he laughed against your lips and whispered, “You’re so easy, baby.”

Easy?

You pulled away from his mouth, shoving at his chest to push him off of you. He groaned, discontentedly, as you paced back and forth in the living room, feeling your blood boil.

“You can be such a fucking asshole sometimes,” you grumbled, resting your hands on your hips as you turned back to face him.

You tried to ignore how good he looked in that moment. His bare chest was rising and falling with heavy, angry breaths and his jeans hung dangerously low on his hips.

“C’mon,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I was joking.”

“This isn’t a fucking joke, James,” you bit back, walking closer to him. “This is your life at stake — our life at stake. You think you can just smooth talk your way out of anything, that you can just avoid it and it’ll go away, but it won’t always work that way.”

“Okay! Fine! I fucked up! I’m sorry!” James yelled, throwing his hands up in the air. “Can you just get over here ‘n let me fuck you so we can go back to normal?”

You laughed, dryly, narrowing your eyes at him.

“You think you can just look at me with those pretty little eyes and I’ll get on my knees for you?” You asked, cocking your head as you walked back over to him. “Is that how you think this is going to go?”

“I think that’s how this usually goes,” he smirked, arrogance dripping from his tone.

You wanted to wipe that smug look clean off of his face. He thought that he had you wrapped around his finger. He thought that you’d respond to his every beck and call. Normally, that was right — but, this time, things were going to happen a little differently.

“Well, I think that you need a little reminder that you don’t always get to be in control,” you said, trailing the tip of your fingers down his abdomen. You smirked, feeling the muscles ripple beneath your touch. “I think that you need a lesson in restraint.”

James chuckled, raising a mocking brow as he asked, “Oh yeah? What’re you gonna do, cuff me?”

You turned around, walking toward the bedroom and smiling to yourself as he mindlessly followed. You reached into one of the drawers in the bedside table and bit your lip as your fingers grazed cold metal.

You held up a pair of handcuffs, twirling them around as you gave him a challenging look. He stared at you, incredulously, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. Real funny, doll,” he grumbled, crossing his strong arms over his chest. “Now put ‘em away.”

You shook your head, and said, “Put your arms out in front of you.”

“You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me,” he huffed, rubbing a hand over his face. “This is cute ‘n all, baby, but we both know that you can’t put those to proper use.”

You quirked a brow and asked, “Is that a challenge?”

“It’s a fact, sweetheart,” he shrugged, a smug smile pulling at his lips. “If you want us to use ‘em, give ‘em here, but you’re not lockin’ those things around me.”

“Really? Because you seemed to be perfectly fine with the prospect of ending up in cuffs when you got involved in Frankie’s bullshit,” you said, matter-of-factly. “How about this — you either cooperate, or you can go sleep on the couch and we can continue this fight in the morning.”

James seethed, glaring at you, but he didn’t walk away. You smirked triumphantly and said, “Good. Now put your hands out.”

He hesitated, but eventually obliged with another roll of his eyes. You couldn’t wait to make his eyes roll in an entirely different way. Begrudgingly, he held his wrists out in front of him.

You clamped the metal cuffs around both wrists — not so tight that it would cause him pain, but tight enough to be a nuisance. You tugged on the chain that connected them, pulling him toward you. He stumbled forward with a huff, clenching his jaw in quiet anger.

“Once you’re begging all pretty for me, maybe then I’ll think about forgiving you,” you said, sweetly, rubbing your fingers through his hair.

His eyes narrowed at you as he growled, “I don’t fuckin’ beg.”

You smirked and said, “We’ll see about that.”

You pushed him back onto the bed, giggling as he flopped and grumbled to himself. You removed your shirt and jeans, watching his eyes darken as he stared at your half-naked form. You slowly crawled over him, grabbing his wrists and raising them above his head. You hooked the cuffs around a beam in your headboard, making sure he wouldn’t be able to move them.

You sat back, biting your lip as you admired him. His muscles were flexed and tense in this position and his eyes were swimming with a mixture of anger and lust.

You placed a hand on either side of his head, leaning down to gently brush your lips against his. When he raised his head to try and kiss you, you dodged him and kissed across his jaw instead.

He released an unhappy groan that turned into a shaky sigh as your lips began to move down his neck. You took your time, placing slow, open-mouthed kisses across his throat. You’d stop to linger on the places that made him shiver beneath you, nipping and sucking dark marks into his skin.

Your mouth made its way down his chest, following a trail down his stomach. James tensed, pulling against the restraints with a groan.

“So sensitive, baby,” you cooed, smirking at his pissed off expression.

His breathing was labored as you kissed his hips, your tongue grazing the skin just above the waistband of his boxers. He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth as you unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them down his legs. You tossed them to the side, rubbing your hands up and down his thighs.

His erection was strained against the thin material of his briefs. You used your fingers to lightly trace the large outline, giggling at the way his hips squirmed. You pressed down gently against the area where a small wet spot had already begun forming before placing a kiss to the clothed member. James’ hips bucked up, chasing your lips as you sat back on your heels and watched him with amusement.

“C’mon, baby, don’t fuckin’ tease me,” he groaned, releasing a shaky breath.

“Aw, Jamie,” you pouted, mocking him. “I’m just getting started.”

You hooked your fingers under the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down his legs, watching his pulsing erection spring free. Licking your lips, you leaned down to kiss the top of one of his muscular thighs, then the other. You moved up to pepper kisses onto his hips, careful to avoid touching him where you knew he wanted you to.

James groaned, gritting his teeth as he complained, “I get it, okay? You’ve proven your point, baby. You’re in control — whatever. Just fuckin’ get on with it—oh, fuck.”

He gasped, cursing as your fist wrapped around his dick, slowly stroking it. You swiped your thumb over his tip, gathering the pre-cum that had started dripping down his shaft to aid your movements.

“Is this what you wanted, Jamie?” You asked, cocking your head as you watched him squirm. When he didn’t respond, you squeezed your fist, causing him to arch his back as his hips thrusted up into your touch. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” he breathed, glaring up at you with indignation. “This is what I want.”

You moved your fist faster, earning a strained moan from him. You used your other hand to cup his balls, gently massaging them.

“Fuck, yeah, keep doin’ that,” he groaned, humming in appreciation.

“Yeah? You like that?” You asked, grinning as he nodded furiously. “What about this?”

You leaned down and placed a teasing kiss to the tip of his dick, slowly swirling your tongue around it as you continued to stroke him.

“Shit,” he moaned, pulling against the hold of the handcuffs. “Yeah. Fuck, I like that.”

You continued to tease him, sucking the tip into your mouth just to pull back off again. He groaned, thrusting his hips in an attempt to push himself further past your lips.

“Baby, just let me feel your mouth,” he protested, panting as he pouted at you. “Take it all, baby, don’t make me wait. You can take it all, I know you can.”

“What’s the magic word, Jamie?” You taunted, continuing your languid strokes. “You gotta ask nicely.”

James clenched his jaw, gritting his teeth as he ground out, “Please.”

“Please, what?” You asked, batting your lashes innocently.

“Please, suck my dick,” he huffed, glaring at you. “There. Is that what you want me to say?”

“It’s a good start,” you smirked, lowering your head to take him into your mouth.

“Fuck,” James moaned, watching as he disappeared between your lips. “Just like that, baby. God, those pretty lips always feel so fuckin’ good wrapped around me.”

You hummed at the praise, causing his hips to twitch. You took him as far as you could, using your hand to work what couldn’t fit. Your tongue traced the underside of his shaft, swirling around the tip each time you’d come up.

James’ back arched as he panted, strings of lewd moans falling from his lips. You could feel him getting closer. His hips began to stutter and his breathing grew rough and ragged. You took him as far down your throat as you could manage, swallowing around him.

“Ah, shit,” he cried out, throwing his head back against the pillows. “I’m so close, baby. I’m almost there, just keep goin’.”

You pulled off of him with a smirk, watching as his hips desperately rutted into the air. He groaned, pulling against the restraints in frustration.

“I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson just yet,” you tutted, moving back to stand at the foot of the bed.

His words of protest stopped in his throat the moment you unclasped your bra, letting it fall to the floor. His mouth hung open as he took in the sight of you, dick twitching as your fingers traced along your chest. When you moved your hands down to the waistband of your underwear, pushing them down with a wiggle of your hips, he let out a strangled groan as he desperately tried to reach out to you.

“You’ve had your fun, okay?” James choked out, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. “Stop torturing me.”

You crawled back over him, straddling his chest. He licked his lips as he ogled at the delicious view you were granting him.

“Actually,” you started, a mischievous glint in your eyes, “I haven’t even started having my fun yet.”

You slowly rubbed your hands up and down your thighs in a teasing motion. You let one hand move up toward your chest while the other drifted down between your legs. James’ eyes widened and his breathing grew faster as the realization of what you were doing set in.

“No,” he breathed, his eyebrows pinching together in desperation. “No, baby, c’mon. Don’t do this to me.”

“Mm, but I need to be touched so badly, Jamie,” you taunted, trailing your fingers further up the inside of your thigh. “Such a shame you can’t help me out.”

He pulled against the cuffs again, panting as he said, “Let me out of these ‘n I can help you. You know it feels so much better when I do it, baby. Just let me out. Let me touch you.”

“You aren’t getting out that easily,” you said, shaking your head.

He groaned in exasperation, still struggling in the hold of the restraints. You brought your fingers down to circle your clit, sighing in pleasure. His eyebrows scrunched together as he let out a noise that resembled a whine. You knew that it drove him insane — watching you get pleasure from anything that wasn’t him. You wanted him to break, you wanted him to cave in to the desperation. His noises of protest grew louder as you pushed two fingers inside yourself, curling them with an exaggerated moan.

“Stop,” he panted, eyes wide with urgency. “You don’t have to let me go, just…let me help you. You can still be in control, baby, just use my mouth. It’ll feel so much better, promise.”

You quirked a brow, leaning over him as you asked, “You wanna taste me, Jamie?”

He nodded his head frantically, licking his lips at the mere prospect of getting his mouth on you. His breaths were shaky and unstable as he peered up at you with pleading eyes.

“C’mere,” he panted. “Let me show you how sorry I am.”

You moved further up the bed, your knees resting on either side of his head. You hovered above his face, practically dripping onto him.

James wasted no time, lifting his head up and latching his mouth onto you. You let out a shaky breath, gripping the headboard to keep yourself stable. His stubble was rough against the skin of your thighs. His tongue licked a stripe from slit to clit, swirling around the sensitive bundle before gently sucking it into his mouth. He lapped at you like a starved man, his groans sending vibrations through your core.

His eyes stayed locked onto you, watching every reaction. He didn’t want to blink, he barely took breaks to breathe. If he was suffocated between your legs, it would be a happy way to go.

“Mm, so good, Jamie,” you breathed, running your fingers through his hair and pushing it out of his eyes. “It’s so much better when your mouth is put to good use instead of talkin’ a bunch of shit.”

A wicked glint shone in his eyes as he nipped at your clit with his teeth. You yelped, tightening your grip in his hair as you tilted your head.

“Careful, Jamie,” you warned. “I could still leave you locked up like this and not give you anything at all.”

He flattened his tongue, soothing the swollen bud before returning to his eager ministrations. He knew your body as well as you did, knowing exactly what to do to bring you to the precipice of pleasure.

You felt that coil in the pit of your stomach tighten, threatening to snap as he effortlessly brought you to the edge.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come, Jamie,” you moaned, moving your hips in time with his actions. “Is that what you want? Want me to come all over your pretty fuckin’ face?”

“Mhm,” he hummed against you, eyes darkening as he waited in anticipation for you to come undone.

The sensation of his mouth combined with the vibrations of his voice were all you needed to fall apart. The searing pleasure coursed through your veins as you rode out your release, James eagerly lapping up every drop of it.

Catching your breath, you moved back down his body. You nearly came again at the sight of him. His lips were red and swollen, glistening with the remnants of your desire. He licked them, greedily, staring at you with a predatory glint in his eyes.

His hips writhed on the bed, pre-cum pooled at the base of his dick. You leaned down, licking it off of him. James gasped at the contact. He was desperate for any touch from you.

You sat back on his hips, slowly beginning to grind against the length of him. A strangled groan sounded from his lips as he yanked on the handcuffs. He could feel the wet heat between your legs, torturously close to giving him what he craved.

“Let me be inside you, doll,” he panted, bucking his hips up into you. “I’ll make you feel so good. I’ll fill you up just how you like it.”

You could tell he was close to breaking, his need getting the better of him. You couldn’t fight the pulsing desire either, wanting to feel him stretching you out in the way that only he could.

You raised up on your knees, lining him up with your entrance before sinking down onto him until your hips sat flesh against his.

You gasped, softly, as he cried out, “Fuck!”

He looked at you, biting his lip until it drew blood as he waited impatiently for you to move. His chest was heaving with strangled breaths, every muscle in his body tense with need.

“You gotta move, baby,” he said, breathlessly. “Do something, anything.”

You smiled sweetly at him, batting your lashes as you asked, “You want me to fuck you, Jamie?”

“Yes,” he breathed. “I want you to fuck me, baby.”

“Beg,” you told him, dropping the innocent smile. “Beg me to fuck you.”

His jaw clenched, his resolve wearing thin, as he growled, “I don’t fuckin’ beg.”

You raised your brow in a challenge, lifting your hips up so that just his tip remained inside of you before sinking back down onto him and stopping again.

His eyes rolled back as he tugged again on the restraints. His breaths were shaky, coming out in noises that dangerously resembled whimpers. He swallowed hard, squeezing his eyes shut before finally giving in.

“Please, baby, fuck me,” he begged, his voice raw with desperation. “I need to feel you. I can’t take it anymore. I promise, I’ll do anything you want. I’ll be good, okay? I’ll be so good, just please fuck me.”

“That’s it, Jamie,” you cooed, finally moving your hips as you began to ride him. He cried out your name, his voice breaking as you gave him what he so desperately needed. “See what happens when you follow the rules? You get rewarded with the things you want.”

His head fell back against the pillows, his hips thrusting up to meet yours as he moaned. His eyebrows pinched together in pleasure as he watched his dick disappearing between your legs.

“Fuck me, baby,” he groaned, using all of his remaining strength to fuck up into you. “You feel so fuckin’ good. Always so tight ‘n wet for me, aren’t you, angel?”

“Just for you, Jamie,” you breathed, nails digging into the skin of his hips as each thrust brought you closer to that wave of ecstasy. “Always for you.”

You knew he wouldn’t last long, having been too worked up. You clenched around him, nearing the edge as well as he whimpered with the strain of holding back.

“Please, don’t stop,” be begged, eyes shiny with the need to get his release. “Gonna let me come inside you, right? Not gonna stop this time?”

“I’m not gonna stop,” you reassured him. “You can let go, Jamie.”

With your permission, he let the waves of pleasure overtake him. His hips bucked wildly as he came with a cry of your name. You were soon to follow, squeezing around him as the both of you fell over the edge together.

Your legs nearly gave out as you rode through your mutual high. Coming down, you braced your hands on his chest to stabilize yourself. You both caught your breath, James’ head lulling against the pillows with a satiated smile.

You leaned over to grab the key off of the bedside table and undid the handcuffs, gently grabbing his arms and lowering them back down. You placed tender kisses against the raw skin of his wrists, the budding anger you’d felt dissipating.

James sat up and wrapped his arms around you, pressing his lips against yours, sweetly. He pulled back for a moment, looking at you, before kissing your forehead, then your nose, then each cheek, then your lips again.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered, bringing one hand up to gently cup your face. “I shoulda known better. I just wanted to help him.”

“I know you did, Jamie,” you said, softly, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I just worry about you. I don’t want you getting hurt again because of him.”

“I know,” he nodded, smiling at you. “You’ve always been so good to me. I’m not gonna worry you anymore, okay? I promise. I wanna do things right with you. I want our life to be a clean slate.”

You sighed, gratefully, touching your forehead to his as you relaxed in his arms. You could never stay mad at him for very long. You wouldn’t want to.

“I mean…not everything has to be clean,” you grinned, playfully. “It’s okay to play a little dirty sometimes.”

James chuckled, kissing you again as he rolled you over so that he was lying on top of you. One hand trailed down to your hip while the other one remained holding your face.

“My pretty baby,” he cooed, kissing down your neck. “Such a dirty girl.”

He grabbed the handcuffs, raising your hands above your head with a devious smirk as he whispered, “Your turn.”

You knew you were both in for a very long night.

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birdiewriteslit · 8 months ago

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“so american”

nico hischier x f!reader

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inspired by “so american” by olivia rodrigo

warnings: fluff, kissing

can you tell i love nico in a hat

You were sitting in the passenger side of Nico’s car with your feet up on the dash. The window was down, and your arm was hanging out of it, the cool wind blowing your hair around your face.

It was spring, and the weather was just starting to feel like it. It had been cold for the past few weeks, and both you and Nico were happy to finally be able to enjoy semi-warm temperatures.

You loved driving around Jersey with Nico. You loved sneaking glances at him while he was too focused on the road to notice. You loved how warm his hand felt on your thigh. You loved how his t-shirt fit you and how it smelled like him. You also loved that he let you have aux privileges.

Nico frowned at you as one of your country songs came on the playlist. If his brown puppy dog eyes weren’t covered by his dark sunglasses, they would probably be enough to convince you to change the song.

You giggled at his displeasure, consoling him by lacing your fingers through his that rested on your thigh. He seemed to accept this, a small smile on his face as he shook his head.

He gave you one last once over before focusing on the road again. His smile grew wider. “You look so American.”

You let out a surprised noise. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Nico shrugged. “You’re listening to country music, for one. I only ever see people’s feet on the dashboard in movies, very American.”

“You don’t do this in Switzerland? You don’t relax with your hand out the window like this?” you teased, making wave motions with your arm in the wind.

He laughed, squeezing your hand as he did so. “We relax. It’s just different here. I like your Americanness. I guess the exception is that you’re wearing a Swiss’s shirt, which you look very pretty in, by the way,” he said slyly, raising your hand to his lips to kiss it.

You felt your face heat up as you watched the smile that spread across his face as he pulled away. “God, Nico, don’t make me blush.”

But that’s really all he did, it was what he was best at. You knew he loved how flustered he could make you if he wanted to. He loved how after five months of dating, he could still easily make you nervous.

The next day, at brunch with your friends, you expressed your utter happiness, but at a table full of mostly single women, it wasn’t received the way you intended.

“I’m serious when I say that I have never seen a more attractive man in my life. Like, seriously, compare him to any celebrity crush you’ve ever had, and multiply that attractiveness by a thousand,” you babbled mindlessly to your friends, who were giving each other looks. “And, ugh, don’t get me started on his accent. It’s so hot, especially when he talks me through it.”

“I’m gonna stop you right there,” your friend said, holding up her hand, a disgusted look on her face. “Frankly, it’s rude to talk about this during brunch. I mean, right in front of my french toast?” She gestured to her plate.

Another friend snorted. “I hate to say it, Y/n, but I agree. You literally only talk about him anymore. It’s like you’re gonna marry him.”

“I might,” you blurted.

Their eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Are you serious?”

You gave a small nod, suddenly uncomfortable by the amount of eyes one you. “I know it’s early but—“

“But you love him,” one of your married friends sighed. “It certainly sounds like you do,” she added after getting some looks from the other women at the table.

You didn’t respond, instead choosing to remain silent as the conversation steadily flowed away from you. You but the inside of your cheek, thinking about how you definitely loved Nico. You knew this before today, but with your history of failed relationships, you figured taking it slow with him was a good idea.

You weren’t lying about marrying him. If he kept this shit up, you were going to.

That night, you were lying in bed, eyes on the bathroom door, where Nico was on the other side. In your shorts and tank top, you were a little cold, and the top blanket wasn’t doing much for you.

When Nico slept over, you rarely made it under the covers. He naturally ran hot, and if you were covered by more than one blanket, you would literally overheat.

Finally, he came out of the bathroom. He was wearing a Devils t-shirt that was well worn and mostly likely from several seasons ago. He wasn’t wearing pants, his boxers out for you to ogle at, although you knew you shouldn’t.

Nico walked over to his side of the bed, stopping before he climbed under the blanket to pick up a book on your nightstand. You’d both read it and come to the conclusion that it was a waste of your good money.

“Why do you still have this?” he asked, showing you the cover. “I can’t believe your friend recommended it.”

“I like reading your notes. I think it’s cute how angry you get,” you admitted.

He set the book down and got into the bed, covering you with his body, instantly warming you up.

Wrapping his arms securely around you, he pressed his face into the crook of your neck. He sighed into your skin, his warm breath fanning out and his stubble tickling you.

He placed small kisses up your neck, trailing along your jaw before capturing your lips with his. Between kisses, he said, “Missed you today.”

Your heart fluttered at his words. “Yeah?” you said, smiling against his lips. “I missed you.”

He pressed one last kiss to your lips before pulling away. He brought a hand up to your face, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear, and stroking your face with his thumb. His lips parted, and his eyes were so big and brown that you genuinely felt like you could lose yourself in them.

“I wish you could come with us when we leave.” Nico was referring to an upcoming roadie. He would be gone for a week.

He was looking at you so sincerely, so vulnerably. “I’ll go anywhere you go,” you whispered.

You knew you couldn’t go with him. It wasn’t realistic. But with the way he was looking at you, you really couldn’t hold back from saying something so sappy.

He glanced down at your lips quickly before meeting your eyes again, his thumb continuing to stroke your cheek. “You would?” he asked softly.

You nodded. “I love you, Nico.”

His eyebrows rose in surprise, like he wasn’t expecting you to say it. His lips parted to speak, but nothing came out.

“Sorry if it’s too soon. I know I’m in love with you,” you spoke quickly. “I don’t wanna just assume that you feel the same about all of it.”

He took your face in his hands and kissed you. When he pulled away, he kept his hands on your cheeks and looked at you meaningfully. “I’ve been wanting to say that for months. Trust me, I feel the same. I love you.”

Your face warmed as he looked deeply into your eyes. You surged forward to kiss him again. You peppered his whole face with kisses, and he laughed as he gripped your waist and flipped the two of you over so that you were on top of him.

He grinned at you when you pulled away, his cheeks rosy and his hair slightly messed. “I don’t think I’ll be getting much sleep tonight,” he said.

Your expression matched his perfectly. “I don’t think so either.”

Even though you didn’t confess that earlier that day, you’d thought about marrying him, this was still just as good.

#birdiewriteslit #birdiewritesfics #nhl #nhl blurb #nhl player x reader #nj devils #nico hischier #nico hischier x reader #nico hischer x reader #nico hischier x y/n #nico hischier x you #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier blurb #nico hischier one shot #nh13 #olivia rodrigo #so american #new jersey devils #hockey imagine

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lecsainz · 1 year ago

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I just wanna say that I love your fics! and want know if you can make one with Travis Kelce and reader where they lost a baby

NOT AGAIN

˒ ⌕ masterlist . . .

parings: travis kelce + wife!reader

summary: the one where you and travis lost a baby.

🗒️: I had no idea how to write this, I did it as I saw in movies and series so forgive me if it got bad.

type: angst ✶

The sterile walls of the hospital room echoed the heavy silence between Travis and Y/N. Their eyes spoke volumes, burdened with the weight of a shared sorrow. Y/N clutched the ultrasound picture, a cruel reminder of dreams shattered once again.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Kelce," the doctor's words lingered, a haunting refrain in the room.

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she whispered, "Not again. Why does this keep happening, Trav?"

He wrapped his arms around her, his voice barely above a whisper, "Life's just been cruel to us, love."

The grief hung thick, palpable. Travis wiped away Y/N's tears, his own eyes mirroring her pain. They navigated through the wreckage of shattered hopes, mourning a child that would never be cradled in their arms.

Days turned into nights, and silence engulfed their home like a heavy fog. Travis found Y/N sitting in the nursery, surrounded by baby clothes and a crib that would remain empty.

"I can't bear this emptiness," Y/N whispered, her voice breaking.

Travis knelt beside her, their hands entwined. "We'll get through this together, no matter how many times life tests us."

As Y/N uttered those words, Travis's phone rang, the caller ID flashing with his mother's name. With a heavy sigh, he answered, the weight of grief evident in his voice.

"Mom, it's not a good time," Travis murmured, trying to maintain composure.

His mother's cheerful tone echoed through the phone, unaware of the tragedy that had befallen them. "I was just checking in. How's Y/N doing? Is the baby kicking yet?"

Travis closed his eyes, the lump in his throat growing. "Mom, we... we lost the baby."

A stunned silence followed, broken only by Y/N's muffled sobs. Travis closed his eyes, grappling with the weight of the words he had just spoken.

His mother's voice cracked, "Oh, Travis, I'm so sorry. How's Y/N?"

Travis turned to Y/N, her grief-stricken face reflecting the agony in his own heart. He hugged her tightly, shielding her from the world. "She's hurting, Mom. We both are."

His mother's voice softened, "Oh, Travis, I'm so sorry. We'll be there for you both, however you need."

After ending the call, Travis turned to Y/N, her tear-stained face etched with pain. He gently cupped her cheeks, forcing her to meet his gaze. "It's not your fault, Y/N. You hear me? This isn't on you."

She shook her head, tears streaming down. "Travis, what if it is? What if I can't give you the family we dreamed of?"

His heart ached at her words. Travis embraced her, whispering, "No, love, don't you dare blame yourself. We'll face this together, just like we always have."

#travis kelce social media au #travis kelce x you #travis kelce oneshot #travis kelce fic #🏈. — american football works ⋆ ࣪.*#travis kelce x reader #travis kelce au #travis kelce one shot #travis kelce fanfic #travis kelce imagine #travis kelce #nfl x reader #nfl fluff #nfl fic #nfl fanfic #nfl imagine #nfl football #nfl #travis kelce imagines

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fresh-frogs · 2 years ago

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Frogs be like

#I peaked tbh #THESE ARE MY BEST SHOTS #Such a good night omg #FROG MOMENT #american green tree frog #green #tree frog #frog blog #frog blogging #frog #frogs #frogposting #amphibian #amphibians #frogblr #herpetology #herping #treefrog #it doesn’t get better than this

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yes-divine-ruler · 1 year ago

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(18+!) ok ok today I’m thinking about… fucking yourself on Warren’s cock while he smokes a joint.

inspo: @coeurify

Warren lays on his back, a joint held tightly to his pursed lips. He inhales, letting it fill his lungs with the dark smoke. You’re sitting on top of him, your fingers splayed as your hands meet with his pale chest, his cock only warming inside you. He looks up at you with clouded vision, his eyes tinged red at the corners and his throat becoming increasingly drier. “Did you have to smoke that now?” You whine, rocking your hips slightly. You’re trying desperately, so desperately, to fuck yourself on his cock, but nothing seemed to work as well as when he did it. Your walls pulsed around him, begging to be paid attention to. Warren on the other hand, was happy enjoying his joint. “Baby, I told you, if you wanna cum, fuck yourself on my cock,” he speaks with a growl, placing a hand delicately on your hip. You whine again, pouting to get your point across. “I can’t do it like you do, Warren,” you try to explain, rocking your hips again against his. The wet sounds of your cunt were a good indicator that you needed him, but Warren acted oblivious. “Gimme a sec, babe. I’m almost done,” Warren slurs, polishing off the joint and stubbing it out in the ashtray by the bed. You wait, in the meantime leaning down and hovering your lips over his. He blows the last of the smoke directly into your mouth, letting it fill your lungs before you exhale. “I need to cum,” you pine, almost giving up on him. Warren lets out a laugh, before his other hand finds your other hip. He’s quick to rut his hips up, slamming into you from underneath. The singular movement has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Yes! Yes yes, please, more,” you beg, rising and falling on his thick cock like your life depended on it. Warren finally gives in to your pleading. He thrusts his hips upwards, sending his cock deep into your soaking cunt, brushing against your sweet spot over and over again. “Is this what you wanted? Is my good little girl gonna cum for me?” Warren’s curls stick to his forehead as he begins to sweat, his cock swelling to its fullest potential as he fills you over and over again. Your head lolls back, your eyes clenched shut and your lips parted as you bask in ecstasy. The tight coil in your belly pulls, and eventually snaps, sending you over the edge. You squeal as Warren fucks up into you through your orgasm, waves of pleasure pulsing through your tight core. When the moment is over, your eyes open to peer into Warren’s. He smirks at you, his thumb flicking over your sensitive clit. “You really did need me, didn’t you?”

#warren lipka fanfic #evan peters #evan peters fanfic #evan peters fanfiction #evan peters requests #evan peters smut #evan peters imagine #evan peters x reader #american horror story #2nd person pov #fem!reader #warren lipka one shot #warren lipka american animals #warren lipka #warren lipka smut #warren lipka imagine #warren lipka fanfiction #american animals imagine #american animals

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tunguszka20 · 2 months ago

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What'd I Miss from Hamilton but it's Odysseus returning home after being away from 20 years

#“what'd i miss” well not the suitors those shots were perfect #anyway #odyssues #odysseus of ithaca #the odyssey #epic the musical #hamilton an american musical #hamilton #what'd i miss #thomas jefferson

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starkwlkr · 1 year ago

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Could you do a Charles leclerc x American!reader? With some Instagram posts. Maybe the reader struggles to understand him or vice versa or something like that?

off to the races | charles leclerc

hello lovely! sorry for the wait!! also might do a part 2 lol not sure yet 🫶🏼🫶🏼

faceclaim natalia dyer

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charles_leclerc could i be the sky on the Fourth of July?

f1ruinedmylife daniel is the honorary texan, valtterri the honorary aussie and now charles?

arthur_leclerc rapporte moi une chemise

y/n.l/n 😀 I’m going to pretend i know what that means because instagram isn’t giving me the translation

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y/n.l/n regarder mon amant (i might cry if that’s wrong, I’m trying okay😔)

carla.brocker you’re doing amazing sweetie 😍

charles_leclerc I’m not sure what else americans say but damn girl are you single?😏😍

y/n.l/n please stop I’m begging

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#American!reader #formula 1 #inbox <3 #anon #f1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #f1 imagine #f1 x you #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc one shot #charles leclerc instagram au #charles leclerc imagine

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cynameru · 3 months ago

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she's maxing on my design till i pro

long time no see ive been uhhhhhh invested in the silly monkey yt channel lore

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punksdoll · 11 months ago

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Heyyyy, saw you didn’t have anything for Cody, so allow me to be the first 😈

I actually have two prompts, you can pick either!

So for this I just want some really sure fluff ! So imagine the reader is an idol of some sort who is always busy, but finally she decides to take a break and surprise Cody at his house one day.

For the other one, the reader is a wrestler with Cody and is about to fight in the ring when shinsuke comes up and attacks her with his mist. (This would be in a mixed tag team match so watching Cody loose it because shinsuke hurt his girl, etc etc)

Tyyyy I hope you have a wonderful day :3!

~~~𝑴𝒚 𝑾𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏~~~

gif not mine like, comments, & reblogs appreciated

𝑪𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝑹𝒉𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ^owner of gif

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝑪𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆

𝒂/𝒏: 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒓, 𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕<𝟑 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒅<𝟑

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕, 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔

not proofread

“You ready baby?” Cody walks up behind y/n who is adding the final touches on her eye makeup.

“Mhm…” Y/n says as she tries to keep herself steady with the little american flag on her eye to represent it for her boyfriend.

Recently there has been a feud going between Cody and Shinsuke. Add that to Y/n having her own problems with damage cntrl, Adam Pearce thought it would be a good idea for the couple to pair up with each other to take on Shinsuke and a member of Damage Control, to add on to their feud and make it more interesting for the fans.

“You should do something for me as well.” Cody smiles as he watches y/n put her makeup away.

“Like what?” Y/n looks over at her boyfriend with a raised eyebrow.

“Your initial.” Cody smirks, “So everyone knows I’m yours,” he winks.

She chuckles before grabbing her ink eye liner and bringing his face closer to carefully do her initial. “There, all pretty now.” She gives his cheek a kiss.

“Great, now we’re ready.” He lays his hand on y/n’s lower back right as one of the crew comes over and reminds them both that it’s almost time.

“Our first mixed tag team match,” y/n starts as she walks in front of Cody while he trails behind her with his hand still on her lower back, “we got this, yes we do. Everything will go just right and we’re gonna win. No trouble.” Y/n hypes them up, more for herself than him.

“Yes, yes they will.” Cody gives her a kiss right as his music starts playing.

•••

Everything was going well. The match was running smoothly getting the crowds reaction here and there, no distractions, no interference. It was perfect for them both.

Until it wasn’t that is.

It was y/n and Asuka that were tagged in. Taking blows left to right, right to left, etc etc. It was going well. Y/n kept watching her back for any of the other damage control members to appear and distract her. She knew it was coming, she knew it was…she just didn’t think it was going to turn out…horribly.

Y/n had hit her signature move adding onto her finisher. She rushed over to pin Asuka and to catch the win for her and her boyfriend until Bayley intervened.

“Hey! Hey! Hey!” Bayley rushes into the ring, immediately catching the referee’s attention as she stops counting and rushes over to Bayley to get her out of there.

“What the hell!” Y/n rushes up next to the referee and yells at Bayley, “Get the hell out you dog! Get out.” Y/n shouted at Bayley, shaking her head.

“I got it, I got it.” The ref tells y/n who rolls her eyes and turns herself back towards her opponent.

She expected something was to come when she did. She expected Asuka to be the one to mist her, she expected Asuka to be the one to attack her.

She absolutely and most certainly did not expect her boyfriend’s rivalry, Shinsuke Nakamura, to be the one to mist her.

She had turned around and was immediately misted in the face by Shinsuke thanks to the distraction by the referee. The crowd lets out gasps and some even cursing out as they watched Shinsuke mist her and immediately roll out of the ring before the referee could see what he did. Once he’s out of the ring he lets out a laughter as Asuka does her signature move and pins y/n down, catching the win for the both of them.

Cody rushes over to Y/n almost immediately as Asuka rushes outside of the ring with Shinsuke next to her, both staring at the couple with big grins as they soak in their victory. Cody was raging. All he wanted to do was get out of that ring and give Shinsuke the beating of his life but he knew that his woman needed him there.

“It fucking burns! Oh my god.” Y/n shouts out as Cody immediately places a towel on her eyes.

“It’s gonna be ok. You’re gonna be ok.” He soothes her, “Keep it on your eyes.” He picks her up and rushes her backstage and towards the medical.

•••

“What were you thinking when you decided to mist your rival’s woman?” The interviewer asks Shinsuke after the match had ended.

“Victo-.” Shinsuke is almost immediately cut off as he is tackled from behind by Cody Rhodes.

Cody is fuming with rage as he sends punches left and right on Shinsuke and throwing him against some chairs. He grabs one of those chairs and starts repeatedly hitting Shinsuke with it. Making sure it hits his upper and lower body all at the same time before referees could come rushing out and trying to stop him.

“No…” Cody shakes his head as he grabs Shinsuke and drags him over to where those chairs had fallen and hits his finisher, Cross Rhodes, making Shinsuke land on the chairs.

Referees drag him away almost immediately as they all yell at him to stop. Cody raises his hands up in surrender, slowly backing up. “Don’t you ever lay your shit on my woman.” He threatens before walking away completely.

•••

Y/n smiles immediately as Cody walks into the medical room after his altercation with Shinsuke that she had just watched.

“You ok?” Cody cups her face that’s stained with red.

“I’m better now, now that you gave him a good ass beating for me.” Y/n says with a grin, giving him a kiss, “Thank you cariño.”

“Anything for my woman.” Cody smiles and gives her multiple pecks on the lips.

#cody rhodes x reader #cody rhodes #wwe cody rhodes #cody rhodes imagine #wwe x reader #wwe imagine #wwe one shot #wwe superstars #american nightmare #wwe american nightmare

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little-boyyyy-blog · 5 months ago

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she’s so american

emily fox x reader

in which you meet emily through mutual college friends in a completely different country than home. only to quickly find an undeniable connection that stops all those calls back home.

pt.2?

it’s hard to actually pinpoint the start and end of your move ‘across the pond’; but you knew that it truthfully the best decision you could make for yourself. you had gotten a ‘once in a lifetime’ opportunity; working at a hospital in your dream country.

it wasn’t for the cute accents or the nasty beans as breakfast ; but for the weather. you absolutely loved the rain. your day was automatically made when you’d wake up and you could smell the rain holding in the air.

you knew it was weird, but you had always loved the rain. you never knew why; it being commonly know that others get more bleak or even sad when it rained. it made you the happiest.

you had been told to move to seattle or just somewhere with more rainfall than north carolina by many friends and family. but your heart had always been set on london.

london has be absolutely everything you had ever imagined; you loved the city, your job, your apartment, and you really enjoyed reconnecting with your old college friends. ones you never thought you would.

lotte and you met in your first year gen-ed history class. being sat next to each other in one of the largest classes there was on the campus. you actually started your friendship over a single conversation; one about your hope to move to england the second she spoke. her accent taking all of your attention away from the professor just to ask her a handful of questions.

lotte was easily the nicest person you had ever met; alessia was amazing too. meeting the blonde just days after being friends with lotte; the two brit’s being roommates made it inevitable.

lotte and you were great friends, causing you and alessia to become the same. for the first three years at unc there was never a week that went by without you hanging out with them. you of course had other friends as so did they, but lotte and you had seemingly always wanted to be with each other first before the others.

so that’s why it was hard once she had told you she was going back to england, wanting to sign with a team there and make the move she had been wanting to do for years. it hurt. but you felt as if you’d be okay, you at least had alessia.

you and alessia had grown thick as thieves as you became juniors. the mean girl mask she wore slipping around only her teammates and you.

but then alessia had told you the same thing. your two brit’s were leaving just how you met them. together.

no matter how you felt you never let yourself become selfish. you never once asked them to stay. and you never once questioned them on why a year sooner; you knew covid was a part of it but it had gotten better. and they seemed to love it here. but they left, and you only had messages and phone calls.

and as the years passed, and as you all entered your mid 20’s. things picked up for all of you. they became members of the lionesses, and you made your way through residency. becoming a nurse and working long days makes friendships hard, much less long distance ones. but you all never let it go too far. a message on a post or a quick text every once in a while meant much to both ends of the friendship.

so. the second you posted to your instagram story yourself at a local cafe in downtown london. it wasn’t just lotte who called you. less did too.

the group of the three of you met back up sooner than expected; it still being a little while as you combatted international games, club games, and 8 to 8’s. but once you did. it because a regular thing, something the three of you did often; even planned out. which is what led to the three of you wine drunk in alessia high rise apartment, until it was two.. or three in the morning. thank god for off days.

the night only halted by a knock on the apartments front door. your stomach dropping at the sight of the girl who alessia brought in with her.

it was absolutely a unc reunion.

the woman who came with another blonde quickly made her way into the apartment, giving lotte a hug before making her way to introduce herself.

“oh it’s so nice to meet you, i’m em-“

“emily fox. she knows; she’s from unc” lotte cut the brunette off, her hand coming and resting on your knee. only for you to pinch your friend on the wrist; her giving you a dirty glare but a smile. “really? are you american?”

“yeah i a-“

“yes she is!” lotte spoke over you again. your cheeks turning a light red as you become shy, not being used to being infront of emily. or being with an intoxicated lotte.

of course you knew who emily was, you had seen her before. you had asked about her before. she was one of the most gorgeous women you’ve ever laid your eyes on and it was not even close. you’ve had a far away crush on the fellow american since college, and she’s only gotten more attractive with age.

“ugh not another one of those accents.” the blonde by the door joked. alessia hitting the slightly shorter girl as you laughed lightly at the girl, emily taking the seat infront of you, you sitting in the corner of the L shaped couch with your legs straight over lotte’s lap. “you looked very familiar.”

“duh. unc. you probably saw her around with us.” alessia came and sat next to her, the other blonde following. only stopping in the kitchen for two more glasses before making her way to the couch. it seemed as they were staying. but with the expensive bottles of wine tucked under the girl’s arm, you were completely okay with that. “long time friends?” emily asked.

“yeah i’d say so” you replied.

“see she does have one of those accents” alessia joked, making the new blonde laugh as lotte tried to stifles hers.

“you’re the ones with the funny accents?” you quickly replied.

“says yall?” emily followed.

you both smiled over at each other and it seemed to be the start of something. as the night grew on , a few more of alessia’s and lotte’s friends showed up. you had learned that all the people coming over were the girl’s teammates, relocating to alessia’s after a night out, you didn’t complain. you had also learned the other blonde who came in with emily was named leah, the co captain of their soccer team? or football team. it’s the same thing.

as the night turned into the early morning, emily and you had seemingly fallen into this world of your own. both chatting about everything under the sun. starting with college, your careers, both of your moves to a new country, your past times, fashion. you name it? the pair of you probably touched on it, and there was no interrupting the two of you.

you were obviously nice and introduced yourself to the people who showed up later, it being kyra, caitlin, and katie. who did all show up all the same time, only an hour later but no matter what; you came back to emily. falling back into the ongoing conversation about everything and anything under the sun. the only time you stumbled over your words or became nervous was when she asked you about your dating history.

“so are with a guy? or girl? or whoever?..” she stuttered out, it being a question she only brought up once the rest of the girls made it into the kitchen.

“..i’m sorry i don’t know what you’re into.”

her cheeks were slightly red, her hand now lightly holding your legs onto her lap. you had placed them over hers once lotte got up, she never questioned it.

but she had her wrist resting on them before, now? her right hand was holding onto one of your calf’s as she looked away slightly. pretending to be interested in the noise coming from the kitchen as her cheeks had a light pink tint to them. “no im single, and gay..”

emily quickly turned back to look at you, a small smile coming across her face. “oh okay! well are you busy this weekend?”

“why fox?”

“we have a match this weekend!” lotte came back into there living room, a smile on her face as she falls onto the couch. the wine was speaking, not lotte.

emily’s blush deepened as the rest of the girls followed and made room for themselves too, causing emily to shift closer to you.

“what day?” you questioned, your arm coming to lay on the back of the couch as your touch neared close to emily. you could reach other and touch her shoulder but you didn’t. keeping your hand firmly on the top of the couch; seeing as her eyes drifted off to look at it. “sunday, and we both know you’re off. ” alessia butted in.

“well i just might have to go, how much are tickets?”

“leah!”

“lee!”

“what?!” leah came running out of the restroom at the call of the unc girls.

“get your bag!”

“why?” she was already walking to get it when lotte asked, but it still caused you to crack a smile

“you have a spare ticket for this weekend!” alessia spoke now, your eyes moving between your two friends. it had been something they’ve always done but it’ll never not impress you.

“she always has a spare ticket” emily whispered over to you, the feeling of her warm breathe lit a small fire in your stomach. leah brought over a ticket; red and white being the color of it as you quickly set it under your phone on the coffee table. “you coming to watch a match now?”

“i’ve watched some soccer games before, i mean i had to being friends with these two-“

“-ughhh” lotte cut you off.

“it’s football!” leah reminded you like a strict mother. hearing emily giggle to herself as you tried to hide your face in your hands.

“y/n we’ve been over this. football. you’re in england now.” your cheeks flushed red at the reaction of the girls.

“mate thinks we’re soccer players?” katie mocked an american accent as the rest of girls giggled.

“well i am” emily smiled down at you, causing you to smile up at the brunette. just admiring how beautiful she really was.

“one hell of a soccer player aye?” lotte asked you, your cheeks now being naturally red from a light burn. an easy cover up to the blush that was rushing to your well structured face.

you had made your way back to lottes flat after a weekend match, it had been the 4th match you’ve made it to since being in london. you had an undeniable attraction towards a certain american arsenal fullback. after the first match, you had become infatuated with emily. she was show-stopping on the pitch; taking not only the WSL by storm but also your heart.

she was easily the most attractive player; maybe even person. in your mind. especially while playing, which led to making post games even harder. you had really found yourself desiring attention for the virginian, finding a feeling only as comfortable as going home within her. and you desired it all the time. but it was so hard to be around her when she looked so good.

you actually had fought with a coworker about getting match day covered just so you could make it to a match, to watch emily play. and your friends too of course..

“she’s an amazing player.”

“everyone on the team is, but you’re only staring at her.” lotte teased, lightly rocking you with an elbow to your arm.

“lotte..”

“it’s fine to fancy her, you should do something about it. i think she thinks the same.”

emily was standing in the kitchen of lotte’s flat, talking with alessia and katie as tao was grabbing a drink. you had learned to love lotte’s boyfriend, he loved to cook for the girls who came around and he was a refreshing treat of normal. it was hard to come by when it came to being around all these celebrities.

you knew tao was famous in his own right, a grand tour winner as the youngest to ever do it made it impossible not to be known. but he lived a calmer life than the girls. he hung out with more friends than co workers and made it a mission to make you not feel left out while being surrounded by the arsenal women. when they talked about football, you both talked about your careers, your friends, your families. something that emily happened to be good at too.

but as always. the conversation of emily happened to show up, not to his or your own fault. but lotte’s.

tao never told lotte about your crush on the fellow american, but that’s because he never had to. the hopeless looks and the excuses to never be left alone with emily made it noticeable to the dutchie.

but there was one thing that none of them seemed to catch on too.

it was the fact that you and emily in fact could be left alone in a room together without you malfunctioning. and you did it quiet often.

it had first started small. you had asked her about her move to europe from america and how she had managed to unpack everything and settle down so swiftly one evening only to find out she hadn’t.

admitting to basically living out of boxes and her local market. you had offered to help her on a day off, only in hope for help in return. but she had only laughed it off so you hadn’t expected much. going out for coffee a few days later, you reminded her that the offer was still there.

but as the following friday night came and you had just gotten off work, you got a call from the american. she had shyly; almost sheepishly asked for your help unpacking her flat. you quickly agreed and found yourself at her apartment within the hour. spending that friday night opening up boxes and reorganizing emily’s house; a bottle of wine being the best thing for both of you at the end of the night.

you may have gotten a little too tipsy and as you found yourself in no form to drive home, and with it now being an early saturday morning. emily had insisted for you to stay the night.

you took the offer with little hesitation but she assured you that if anything, she enjoyed the company. admitting to you that she had actually desired for a while for someone to keep her company the way you had done tonight. only for it to continue a few days later. spending the night everyday too.

“goodnight emily thank you for letting me stay over” you had whispered. emily had just turned off the light on her nightstand, the brightness from her phone now being the only illuminating source in the room. it was probably the third or fourth night of you helping unpack and you two had fallen into a rhythm of some sorts.

she looked beautiful, your lips were parted as you looked over at the brunette. a cheeky smile crossing her lips as she looked over at you. “thank you for helping me unpack these last few days”

“it’s no big deal.” you quickly dismissed, your head resting comfortably against her pillow, closing your eyes as if to show how unbothered you were to have unpacked.

emily slid down the bed, looking over at you and her free hand touching your wrist. “still. thank you. i really enjoy you being around.”

��i like being around.” the touch wasn’t a big deal. it may have sent butterflies to your stomach and may have let you say some dumb things in your opinion. but as long as you repeated that it wasn’t a big deal. it would stay that way.

“i highly doubt she feels the same, but thanks for the encouragement lotte”

“who feels the same?” alessia had asked as she brought in a large takeaway bag. the spent group of the 7 girls (you, lotte, alessia, emily, leah, katie, and caitlin) and tao had chosen not the spend the saturday night drinking out on the town with the rest of the team. rather deciding to eat takeaway and relax with a few films back at lotte’s flat.

you quickly looked over at lotte who’s eyes widen, quickly stuttering out a bullshit excuse that nobody believed, yet nobody questioned. not caring enough to push the young girl.

emily took her spot right next to you, not thinking twice about another spot in the house. she hadn’t asked or offered someone else the seat, she just made herself at home next to you. your eyes meeting lottes as she noticed her teammates decision too.

as the group of you all dug into your food, side chatter began. allowing you and emily to fall into a comfortable conversation as normal. “you played amazing today.”

“thank you y/n. you looked amazing.” emily smiled over at you, grabbing her drink off of the table as she looked around the room to see if anyone had heard her. your cheeks were covered with a red tint, looking down sheepishly from her compliment. “as so did you em.”

“are you going back home tonight?” she questioned you. you shrugged, your mouth now being full with food as you tried to not allow yourself to say something stupid again.

“figured we could finish the movie we started on thursday? you could just stay at mine and i’ll drop you off at work when i go in for training?”

you nodded, never having a way of saying no to the brunette. “wait? are you two mates?” katie broke up the conversation, her loud mouth causing the whole group to look over at emily and you.

“uhhh, yeah? we’re here obviously?” emily asked confused. “no like you two hang out without the group?”

your face was probably as red as a tomato by this point, it wasn’t the fact the you and emily hanging out was a secret per say. but it basically was one.

“yeah?”

“how often?” katie continued.

“couple times a week?” emily asked at you, a quick nod coming from you.

“for how long??” lotte butted in at the new information.

“since february? maybe late january.” emily took another bite of her food as if it was nothing. making the pit in your stomach only grow bigger.

“FEBRUARY?! it’s april?!”

a small scoff coming from the girl next to you as the group started questioning the independent interactions.

“it really doesn’t matter to you guys, i enjoy spending time with y/n and that’s all that really matters.” emily quickly shut them down. placing a strong, unseen hand on the top of your thigh, underneath the blanket thrown across your lap.

“i’m sorry about tonight, i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anythin-“

“why are you apologizing?”

you cut off emily, sitting on the edge of her bed only in a sports bra and a pair of unc soccer short; watching as she got ready to go to bed.

“i just don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable with everything that happened tonight. you’re the closest thing i have that feels like home and i really didn’t want the girls to ruin that”

you quickly motioned for emily to come stand in between your legs. wrapping your arms around her shoulders as you pulled her into you; her head falling into your neck as her hands rubbed against your bare sides as she pulled you into her by your waist.

feeling her sigh comfortable against you as you held her.

“you have nothing to worry about em, you feel like home for me too.” you whispered against her skin; rubbing behind her ear as her grasp became tighter. your skin was on fire.

you couldn’t tell if it was from the skin on skin contact with emily or if was due to the conversation being had. but the tension was undeniably there.

it wasn’t to say you hadn’t spent time in emily’s arms. you had shared many hugs, cuddling often and even sharing a bed with her multiple nights. never being more than just as a friend; which was what was very different about this hug.

holding her body against your was something completely different this time. you could feel her tight stomach hardening underneath you and you would be lying if you said you didnt find it attractive.

emily pulled back from the hug only to be standing infront of you, making you look up at her. her eyes were slightly darker than you’ve ever seen them. your hands fell down to rest on her waist, falling right on the waistband of her shorts.

rubbing your thumb against the exposed surface that was her hip bone made emily’s thoughts race, all the flirting and feelings that had been caused and shared had all lead up to this point. and as your fingertips pressed into her back, she found herself losing control. “can i kiss you?”

you had daydreamed about the fullback asking you that question; so once she did. you were absolutely ready. pulling her waist impossible close as you stretched up, emily took your eagerness to be close as a yes to her question and quickly ducked down. pressing her soft lips against yours as her hands held the sides of your face against hers.

it only took one action to release thousands of emotions through your body, but out of all of those emotions. the one that you felt the most was relief. kissing her back almost instantly and pulling her into you habitually.

you had desperately wanted this to happen for months, ever since that first night you had met emily honestly.

so as your lips worked against each other in a passionate kiss, your heart swelled at the thought of something being possible between you and emily.

pulling away only after being desperate for air; emily smiling down at you as you held a tight grip on her hips.

“woah” was the first thing spoke between the two of you; it slipping out from your lips as you looked up at the girl. “i’ve been wanting to do that for so long”

“so have i”

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