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#i feel like just writing blurbs is kinda driving me nuts but idk what yâall woudl wanna see#also one gives me more creative liberty than the other because one can only be short and the other i can whatever i want with how many word#like full one shots or do you like me writing quick blurbs#do you want plot or just quick smut i must know lmao#polls
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my blog contains 18+ content that may be uncomfortable or triggering, including but not limited to: smoking, drugs/alcohol, sex (m and f), dark themes, violence, yandre behavior, noncon, and overall attraction towards men that would most likely put me on some sort of watch list and more !
nev // 21 // she/her // bisexual // writer (sometimes) // chronically online // activist (politics are important !!)
REQUESTS: CLOSED ( currently inactive :/ )
some of the fandoms i'll write for include: rory culkin // criminal minds // five nights at freddy's // call of duty // stranger things // the last of us // game of thrones // the 100 // you
i try incredibly hard to be inclusive to all body types, genders, and races. i try to be very descriptive with my tags so if i write anything too specific or uncomfortable, please let me know and i will fix it! i do unfortunately make all smut with f!reader in mind (i stick to what i know iâm sorry) but all fluff, angst, one-shots, etc. will never talk about gender! i want everyone and anyone to be able to read and enjoy my work. this is a safe space <3
please make sure to check out some of my fav fics and other lovely writers works which can be found under # nevâs recs !!
** dividers by @cafekitsune **
indicators: â smut â ⥠fluff ⥠âď¸ angst âď¸ â
asks â
â history // charlie walker (3.1k)
â jack thurlow blurb // face fuckin (400)
â spencer reid blurb // breeding kink (650)
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â spencer reid blurb // duty calls (1.8k)
⥠favors (pt i) // mike schmidt (1.7k)
â favors (pt ii) // mike schmidt (6k)
some of these works are subject to change, they are just quick ideas i think of and will more than likely change them as i go! please keep in mind i have a full time job and am currently taking night classes to get my emt certification, patience is greatly appreciated <3
â what if we had one? // spencer reid - you and spencer babysit henry for jj and will, something about seeing him with kids lights a fire in you * view similar blurb here! *
â through the window // charlie walker - youâre new in town and notice that you and your neighbor have a habit of watching each other through your bedroom windows * view small tease here! *
â only by the night // steve harrington - inspired by sex on fire by kings of leon,, giving steve head while heâs driving
â partners in crime // spencer reid - you and spencer have been working together for years. when his apartment flooded and the inspector finds mold growth, he needs a place to stay.
âď¸âĄ stuck // charlie walker - after deciding to drop out of college to pursue a different career, you find comfort in a long term friend after feeling lost
â reading is fundamental // spencer reid - after spencer finds out that you were never read to, he decided that now was a great time to start. you on the other hand have different plans.. because whatâs hotter than a man who reads?
#masterlist#nev's masterlist#nev writes#nevâs recs#nevâs brain#mike schmidt#rory culkin#spencer reid#derek morgan#jack thurlow#charlie walker#simon ghost riley#captain john price#bellamy blake#jasper jordan#josh hutcherson#pedro pascal#joel miller#joe goldberg#jon snow#oberyn martell#rodrick heffley#steve harrington#dev patel#monkey man
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This little story turns one year old this July 31st!
We hopped with Girlie on a rollercoaster of finding (true) love, being quarantined in a foreign country, lots of internet meanies, making new friends, angst, heartbreak, depresh sesh, finding love again and so much more to come -- What a wild journey it's been, and I'm so proud I took the leap!
Looking back a year ago, I can't believe how far this story and I have come. I remember being so full of uncertainty and nerves to post that first chapter, and now, a whole year later, I'm writing little blurbs and one-shots in a whole different language to my main one.
And to celebrate this milestone with you guys, the DAN-Y/N stans out there, and as a thank you for all these 365 days of support and love to Danielito & Girlie's love storyâa.k.a. my babyâ, I put together a list of dialogue prompts from where you can pick oneâor as many as you'd likeâand send it to me so I can write a little blurb to go with it!
You can request a specific moment on the fic you'd like to see more (c'mooooon, they were together for 2 whole years! Let's see if you've been paying attention hehe), or just make a general request with a quote of your choice (or you can suggest one! Can't promise much on this, but I'd try my best to bring it to life, unless it is smut. I can't write smut for shitzels yet soz).
I'll be accepting resquests for the next 2 weeks!
â§. â Series Masterlist
P.S. Fingers crossed next month I canâfinallyâpost a new chapter! Adult life has been kicking my ass these past months so please be patient with me! â But my inbox is always open to talk! :)
â All the dialogue sources are linked!
âThese are way too many, omg, Iâm being squeezed by these pillows, love!â âWell I just, you know, thought that since you like to hold on to me while you sleep but we canât do that right now, I decided to bring you all these.â âAww, I appreciate it, baby, but would you mind moving some? And even though I do have these, I will miss your warmth beside me.âÂ
âYou werenât uncomfortable back there, right? I just wanted to make sure you were all right.â âNo, no, I wasnât. Thank you for doing that.â
"You had no business looking that good back there."
"Those could be our kids one day." "What...?"Â
âThey donât know you, love. They donât know how much we love each other. Let them think what they want to. It doesnât matter, you know why? Because you are enough. We are enough.â
âI donât want you to be perfect, sweetheart. I want you to be who you are.â
âIâŚI wasnât sure if youâd like this, so I just bought all the colors they had there.â
âStoooop. Stop making me allâŚâ âAll⌠what?â
âSorry. I just... like seeing that I have an effect on you, I guess.â
âLife would suck complete testicles if it werenât for you.âÂ
âI like seeing you this way. so⌠at ease. makes me wonder how anyone could ever purposely put you under stress and live with themselves afterwards.â
"I know you're struggling right now, and it's okay, okay? We'll get through this."
âWith you, I see a forever Iâve never envisioned before. Not that I didnât want to, itâs more because I wasnât able to⌠At least until I met you.â
âGod, I really donât want to leaveâ.
âIâm so deftly terrified of falling in love. Because what if I end up with a broken heart? That thought itself is just so scary to me. I want to, but I canât get over that fear.â âThen how about you let me be that first step you take into falling in love? I can help you get over that fear, if youâd let me.âÂ
âPeople say they fall in love like they fall asleep â slowly, then all at once. But the way I fell for you can only be described as that feeling when youâre drifting off to sleep, only to feel like youâre falling, oh-so-suddenly. So suddenly that it ends up startling you awake; heart racing in your chest because it feels like you fell off the precipice of a cliff. Itâs quick and sudden, and thereâs no slowness to it. Itâs a crash and burn type of love that I feel.â
âThey say the second timeâs the charm.â âWas the first time not charming enough for you?â âNo, but the second timeâs going to be even better, I promise.âÂ
âIf people can hate for no reason, then I can love for no reason too.â
âI dunno who taught you that love comes with conditions and limitations, but mine doesnât. Not when itâs you.â
âI donât know how to ask for help i justâ Iâve never had anyone to ask for help from before. soâŚthis is me trying i guess. I need it and iâm afraid to ask for it. That's the best I can do.â
âYou really think a relationship should be that hard?â âNo one writes songs about the ones that come easy.â
âIf you donât kiss me, right nowâŚâ âThen what?â âThen I will have to do it myself.â
"I think destiny wants us to be together, and you should never argue with destiny.â
âWhat do you think is our song?â
âI canât concentrate, when you look at me like that.â âWell, you should be concentrating on me instead, soâŚâ
âSing for me.â âWhat would you like to hear?â
âI feel like I can breathe better with you around.â
âYouâre much better off without me.â âYouâre not the judge of that.â
âI love you, okay?! And I canât stay in your life when Iâm just ruining it.â âYou canât just say that and donât wait for me to answer.â
âYour mom is coming over today.â âTell her to bring fried rice or sheâs not invited.â âYou tell her, sheâs your mom.â âBut she likes you more!â
âWait, you canât swim?â âI was always more into sports on land where, you know, I canât drown.â âI will teach you!â
âEvery night before bed I write three good things that happened to me. And every night I find myself writing down your name.â
âGod, donât do that. Youâre going to make me go on Santaâs naughty list tonight.â
âThis heart belongs to you, and only you. And Iâd hope you want to keep it for a very, very long time.â
âWhat matters isnât the place, but the person youâre with at that place. So this is to say, being with you is enough for me. So long as you are there, then all is well.â
âIf you donât wanna spend the night in a empty house, you could always come over to mine.âÂ
"Hey, i think i can fit over here in this corner." "What are you, a plant?" "Maybe. you shine on me every day, after all."
âI donât know what the future holds. all i know is that i hope youâre in it. â
âAnnoying you is what Iâm best at.â
âYou get to curl up in my lap, and I get to watch a cinematic masterpiece in peace and quiet. i think this is a pretty sweet deal.â
âThis is your home, just as it is mine.â
âThat was your master plan? Really?â âNo, my master plan was having no plan actually.â
âWhen life gives you lemons, squirt the juice into your enemiesâ eyes and watch them whimper.â
âMaybe i'm too late to be your first, but right now, i'm preparing myself to be your last.â
âOver everything, I choose you.â
âYouâve given me so many memories, I'd hate it if you become oneâ
âI hope you heal from the things you dont wanna talk aboutâ
âI was gonna marry herâŚâ
âBecause you always been my ticket homeâŚâ
âHave you ever gone stargazing?â âyeah, iâve seen your eyes a few times.â
"Oh God- why are you half-naked?" "nothing you haven't seen before, love" "it's freezing, go put on a shirt-" "Nah, you can warm me up."Â
âYou never have to fear that youâre losing me.â
âAw, you brought out the smile.â âWhich smile?â âThe one reserved for the people you love.â âHow could you even tell?â âBecause thatâs how you smile at me.â
âNo, youâre not allowed to smile at me like that.â
âThis is not some predestined soulmate shit or fate or whatever. I love you all on my own. Because youâre awesome and because I want to.â
âYou know, I prefer you naked, but that dress also looks breathtaking on you.â
âBelieve in the me that believes in youâ
âWork can wait. You need rest.â
âI got the recipe from your mom, i hope i did it justice.â
âI think i deserve a cuddle for letting you stick your icy little feet on me all night.â
âOkâŚso, umm I made this playlist for our first month anniversary. I hope itâs not too bad!â âOmg, this is- I canât believe it! I always wanted someone to make me a playlist!âÂ
âYou already are a handful. Together, you guys are insufferable.â
âIâm right here.â
âCareful, or I will fall for you.â âYouâll be fine. Iâll buy you some knee pads.â âKnee pads but no helmet?â âIf youâre falling for me, youâve already taken a hit to the head.â
âUh-oh.â âWhatâs wrong?â âThatâs their âoh, you messed with the wrong bitch, bitchâ face.â
âYou look like an idiot.â âYou know, other people would say itâs nice to see me so happy. Or that I have a beautiful smile.â
âIâve never seen you this happy before.â
â(Congrats.) Youâre one of us now.â
âPlease, never apologise for wanting to be loved.â
âCome on. Iâll show you how to danceâ
"Are you still mad at me? I mean, it's okay if you are. I'm mad at myself, too."
"Put your head on my lap and sleep a little."
 âI donât want to go to bed angryâŚcan we please talk about this?âÂ
âYour cheeks are really soft.â âStop squishing them!â
âYou didnât have to do anythingâŚâ âBut i wanted to.â
#celebration#prompt list#one year of enchantment fest#the joker and the queen fic#daniel ricciardo x reader#daniel ricciardo x you#daniel ricciardo social media au#daniel ricciardo instagram au#daniel ricciardo imagine#f1 x reader#f1 imagine#f1 social media au#f1 instagram au#latina!reader#daniel ricciardo x female reader#f1#f1 fic#f1 fanfic#f1 fanfiction#f1 x you#daniel ricciardo#dr3 x reader#dr3 imagine#dr3 fic#dr3 fluff#f1 blurb#f1 one shot#f1 x y/n#f1 drabble#f1blr
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The Rumor Has It
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Summary: A (Matthew Lillard) Willam Afton blurbÂ
Warnings: Itâs implied that reader is in a secrest relationship with William Afton. (Implied) Boss-employee relationship. Itâs also implied that Will and the reader are fucking. Will sounds like a bit of a creep on purpose. Iâm sure that there might be more to add, if there is just tell me and Iâll put it.
Authorâs Snip: This sucks, Iâm sorry William Afton girlies, Iâve failed you. I donât know, I wrote for Mike and I wanted to write for Will too but didnât really know what to do. Honestly feel free to get in my inbox and request for some stuff for Mike and William Afton because the FNAF movie trailer got me going wild like a girl in Miami.
Notes: This was not proof-read, Iâm tired lol.
Iâll shut up now. Enjoy! And donât be afraid to request.
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 Thereâs a rumor among the FazBear staff about the boss, William Afton. Well, there were several, but the newest one had to do with one of the other employees, (Y/n), you. It was simple. The rumor has it that you two were a little too friendly with each other, with a certain look and emphasis always given to the word âtoo friendlyâ so that anyone who hears it knows what it really means.Â
 Everyone knew William was a long since divorced man, and the ticket girl confessed that one time a while back on her lunch break that you mentioned that you were single. But then a guy who worked as a mechanic spoke up and admitted that he tried flirting with you once and you said that you were âoff the marketâ.
 It also didnât help that Will seemed to confide in you for a lot of things and always gave some kind of term at the end of each request. âCould you get that for me, sweetie.â, âThank you, my dear.â, âWould you mind doing something for me real quick, sweetheart?â. There was always a little something he wanted you to do for him.Â
 Of course, they never gossiped in ear shot of you, or god forbid William himself. It was always break room whispers when you werenât there about how you spent a suspiciously long time âtalkingâ with Mr. Afton with the door to his office closed yesterday. Or about how last week he offered to drive you home since âA young thing like you shouldnât be on those busses so late.â and you gave some type of smile while you agreed to it.Â
 There was never any true non-believers, just new people who werenât told about the rumor yet. There were those who firmly believed that you two were fooling around behind closed doors and those who just thought that the tension was there. After all, no one could get full proof of the former.Â
 The best they could do was ask if you were seeing anyone during small talk. And you always shrugged and asked if it really mattered, but some said that you would give a glance that made it feel like you know what they were getting at. But that was another rumor tied to it. Thatâs what the rumor has.
#william afton simps pspspsps#pspsps come get your mans#Actual tags -->#fnaf movie#five nights at freddy's movie#fnaf movie x reader#fnaf x reader#five nights at freddy's#fnaf#william afton x reader#willam afton
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looking for somebody- send me a gif of a character and I'll write a little baby blurb for it
HOTSHOT | S.B.
word count: 0.9k
warnings: I got carried away, it's a fic now lol
âYou have anything non-alcoholic back there?â you asked the bartender, quieter than you should be, probably just barely being heard over the rumble of the birthday party going on around you, the night just about ready to turn rowdy as everyone settled into the shots part of the night. You were clutching your clutch between your hands, looking down at the countertop of the bar, peanut shells and various unidentified liquids littering the messy surface and you tried with all your might to swallow a frown, squeezing between two bar stools to lean over the counter to check for yourself.
âWhat was that?â the man asked, in the middle of shaking up a cocktail, not bothering to look over at you while someone barked an order at him, clearly not all too phased by the fact that he was busy.Â
You felt for the man, throwing him a soft smile and a dismissive hand, knowing your order wasnât all that important for him to try and manage it between everyone elseâs. You wondered how he managed to do it all at once by himself, there was usually someone behind there with him- Sirius, you thought- he was quick on his feet and with his tongue, a regular flirt. You recognized him from high school, not sure how heâd ended up working in a place like this but something made you think he wasnât all that fussed about how the place ran in his absence, in fact, you were quite sure heâd not mind at all if you jumped in to give the bartender a hand, someone surely should. Before youâd allowed yourself to process the thought, you were sneaking under the bar, fixing your hair, and hesitantly placing your clutch behind one of the blenders.Â
âThought you needed a hand,â you smiled as the bartender in question turned to you in surprise, pausing for barely a second to hear your explanation and in the blink of it you saw his name tag, James, it read. You were sure youâd heard that somewhere. âI canât do anything fancy but I could manage to open a bottle, pull a lever, or poor a shot,â you offered, already taking a bottle of something from the shelf behind you, not bothering to see what it was. Â
âFine by me, just donât break anything,â he sighed with a raised brow, stealing the bottle from your hand and replacing it with another. âTequila, not water,â he deadpanned before going back to his cocktail, missing the embarrassed look on your face as you read the label. The first few order were simple enough, a few beers, some shots, and a random whiskey, it was starting to feel quite fun, despite the high demand and it was much better than trying to dance with a bunch of strangers.Â
âIâll take one of those, love,â a voice demanded from behind you, the empty beer bottles youâd scooped up from the counter falling into the trashcan with an echoed glass thud. âThough, a full one might be better,â he added and you scoffed, pulling a full one from the fridge before turning around to see who the voice belonged to. You werenât expecting to find the man whose job youâd momentarily stolen, a smirk bright enough to blind you dancing on his lips as you slid the beer over to him. âThanks,â he took a sip, a slow one, far too simple a gesture to have your knees as weak as they were. âNow, you mind telling me what youâre doing behind my bar? Think Iâd remember hiring a pretty little thing like you.âÂ
âYour bar?â
âLast time I checked,â he was arrogant, not the type that had you balling your first and rolling your eyes, the type that had you leaning onto the very counter youâd been disgusted by an hour ago.Â
âJames was struggling, thought I should offer him a hand,â you were finding your senses again, raising a brow as he looked around, the rush that sent you back here had passed, leaving a very manageable crowd for James to handle all by himself.Â
âI think heâd handled worse.â
âMaybe I just wanted an excuse to run into you,â you tried, surprised by yourself and by the almost animated laugh he offered you, so was he. âGetting behind your bar, getting into your bed, itâs all the same thing to guys like you, no?âÂ
âGuys like me?â his tone dipped, eyes darkened as he leaned in as well, beer in hand as the other very daringly went to rest under his chin, showing you how interested he was in whatever youâd say next. âYou donât even know my name, darling, and you already think you know me?â
âI know your name,â you shrugged, grabbing your clutch before scurrying beneath the bar and out just as smoothly as before, smiling as you stood up directly next to his stool. âBut I guess there wonât be any harm in getting to know you better, prove myself wrong.âÂ
âIâm free right now,â he quipped and you shook your head, silently scolding him for being so presumptuous.Â
âNo, you're not, you got to get to work, hotshot,â you informed him, a small scoff earned as he turned in his seat, making no effort to hide the way his eyes traveled down your body before meeting your gaze again. âSee you around, Sirius.â
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#bartender!sirius#sirius black#sirius black x reader#sirius black x you#sirius black fluff#sirius black blurb#sirius black fic#marauders blurbs#monique's event days#monique's baby blurb days#right where queue left me#monique's writing events
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i think there is some misconception abt the request/blurbs thing, since u turned some blurbs/concepts into a bit longer stuff... which i rlly love, but it also is a choice that is completely up to u! you write bc it's something u like to do and we are just here to enjoy your stuff and cheer u on. pls don't feel pressured to write anything u don't 100% feel <3 ~đŚŚ
Okay, thatâs a good point! Perhaps thereâs been a confusion/ lack of clarification on my part. Concepts and blurbs are things that I can answer on the spot. They mostly look like âwhat would Matty do if Xâ or âMatty and gf are in this or that scenario how do we think it would goâ etc. or, like, a quick, just one-scene. A few lines of dialogue, etc. something that doesnât require me coming up with a plot, sitting down to write a full story, edit, etc. so, blurbs and concepts are totally fine to send in whenever you want. Requests for full one-shots are closed. In that, I wonât write them right away. Cuz of work and school. You can still send them in. Theyâll go on my list which I will make my way through once my work and school deadlines are met.
Hopefully that clears things up? If yâall have any questions feel free to ask!
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THE STRANGER THINGS SPOOKINKTOBER WRITING CHALLENGE!
calling all stranger things writers! i am a hosting a spookinktober (a combination of spooktober and kinktober) writing challenge for the older stranger things characters!
note: you must be 18+ to enter this challenge!
how it works
reblog this post! (sorry but better reach)
send me an ask with any prompts from the list below and a character you want to write for. you can choose how many ever prompts you like in whatever combination (e.g. one from the spooky prompts and two from kinky or only one from kinky etc.)
prompts are not tied to a person, but picking unique, unchosen prompts is encouraged. (prompts that are being used by one or more people will have an â against them)
each ask counts as one fic and you can send as many asks as you like!
there is no restriction on the type of fic (fluff/smut/angst/anything)
it can be a blurb, a one shot, a series, a 23k word fic, but it has to be a reader insert!
tag me and/or use the hashtag #strangertober when posting. (also please mention what your prompts are in the fic, or link to your ask if possible) posting starts on 1st of october and the soft deadline is 31st october, of course, which is when i will be organising the fics into a giant masterlist! you can continue posting after but please try to post it asap since it is an october related challenge!
and that's it! please send me an ask/dm me any questions you may have.
happy writing! đđ
prompts below the cut:
SPOOKY PROMPTS: (this is a combination of sentence starters, settings and random words you can use in the fics)
There was a howling in the distance, but it was coming closer and closer. Now, it was too late to run. â
"This is bad. This is very very bad." â
"I bet you won't manage to scare me tonight!"â
"Haha, look! This pumpkin looks just like you!"
âWould you stop stuffing your face with candy for one moment and listen???ââ
âWell that doesn't sound good. Fucking hell.â
âDoes that even count as a costume? Or lingerie?â â
Making out in a graveyard can lead to some very unexpected things. â
âThis isnât a ghost story. Itâs a creature features. Itâs really happening, and youâre all in it.â
âWe are not doing a coupleâs costume.â â
Car doesnât start
âHow do you expect me to sleep after that?â
âShow me your haul.â
Falling, fruit picking, and a rain storm â
Playing with Ouija Boards
âYou look ridiculous. I love it.ââ
âI dare you to go down there.â
âIs it just me or did it just get really cold in here?â
âYou were goneâŚI watched you disappear.â
âSomebodyâs watching us.â
"It is pretty spooky down here and it smells pretty unnatural so⌠Yeah. Okay. Iâm coming back up." â
"Iâm scared to close my eyes. Iâm scared to open them. "
" Whatever you do, don't fall asleep."
âCan you stop breathing down my neck?â âDude, Iâm over here.â â
Pumpkin carving, a haunted forest, and oversized sweaters â
"You're holding my hand." "I just don't want to get lost in the woods at night." â
âAlright, well, it looks like a pit of eternal darkness soâŚâ
Late night, consistent door knocking, and an empty front porch. â
"Quick, switch costumes with me." â
trick-or-treating shenanigans â
graveyard â
scary movie night â
halloween party â
too many shadows
cave at a beach, moonlight â
in a dark and deserted side hall of an infamous library â
halloween sleepover â
trapped in a haunted house
haunted house date â
large dog
black cat â
pumpkins
clowns â
dark clouds, an empty house â
three knocks, a child crying
abandoned house â
spook decorations
a room full of candles â
KINKY PROMPTS: (again, this is a mix of dialogues and specific kinks)
Shower sex â
"Be brave for me, baby."
Car sex â
" Iâm not wearing any underwear. thought youâd like to know." â
Sixty-nining
"Show me how much you missed me." â
Praise kink
âWanna join?â
Erotic photos
"Want me to serenade you while you strip?" â
Nipple play
"Never tease me like that again. "
âTouch me and you lose.â â
Breeding kink â
"Keep talking shit and I'll show you the other things I can do with that mouth of yours." â
"It's hot when you talk back." â
Fingering â
Cockwarming â
"If you think being in public is going to stop me, you're sorely mistaken." â
Thigh riding â
âI came so hard last night just from a picture of you." â
"I've never been this wet before.â
Orgy
"Did i give you permission to come?" â
Corruption kink â
âIâm hard/wet.â âSounds like a personal problem.â â
Phone sex
Public sex
Semi-public sex
Voyeurism
"Be a good boy/girl and spread your legs."
Edging
"You're mine, and only mine."
Mirror sex â
"Please, just touch me."
Squirting
"I missed your hands so much."
Cock worship
"Don't make me stop this car, because I promise you, you'll regret it." â
Cosplay/costume
"I've been thinking about your fingers all this time."
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"Bite your lip one more time and we'll have a serious problem." â
Dirty talk
note: you can use other kinks etc ofc (except non/dub-con) but your fic must include atleast ONE of these prompts to be a part of this challenge.
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Im kinda obsessed with the idea of marc or santi having a professional soccer player boyfriend/partner. They'd be so supportive and come to all your games and help you practice. Thanks world cup for the inspiration
Omg! Thank you for sharing this headcanon with me, Anon! I am now picturing Santiago in a full soccer kit and so thank you also for that glorious mental image đĽľ. God. It just works on him.
Also, I can totally see this for him and I think they would be SO perfect together! đĽš
I wrote a very quick blurb/one-shot of Santi x Masc!Soccer player!Reader below. (I hope thatâs okay? I know you didnât technically ask me to write anything but I was CONSUMED by the idea of these two and I think they might even be soulmates so there! đ)
Please be warned it is 18+ so please do NOT read or interact with this if you are a minor.
On the defensive: Santiago âPopeâ Garcia x masc!soccer player!reader
Summary: Commitment-averse Santiago Garcia never expected to fall for a soccer player. But thereâs something about it that just makes sense.
Genre: it does include recurring sexual themes but it is largely fluffy.
Authorâs note: Can safely say this is something that never would have occurred to me to write without your amazing idea, anon, so kudos to you! (Written very quickly so almost certainly typos and likely a bit scrappy.)
Reader: he/him pronouns used and masc word endings in Spanish. No anatomical descriptions (implied penis-owner but enough scope for interpretation and never stated explicitly), use of traditionally masc terms like boyfriend, fella, handsome etc. in ref to reader.
Warnings: flirtatious chat/innuendo, recurring mentions of oral sex, mentions of arousal etc., making out (I couldnât help it theyâre so into each other!) Established relationship. Alcohol mentions. Mentions of prior leg injury (no details).
Gif by @vera-kozhemiakina
âWhyyyy, TĂo Santi?â Frankieâs little daughter mewls whilst clinging on to her favourite honorary Uncleâs leg. âWhy you have to gooooo?â
Santiâs heart cleaves in two as he watches the crocodile tears bead in her big brown eyes as he prepares to depart. He smiles at the display of affection and reaches to fondly muss her hair. âBecause your second favourite Uncleâ -he chuckles to himself even if youâre not there to hear the dig- âhas a game today, sweetie, and I need to be there.â
âWhyyy?â Her bottom lip juts out, and he can see her teetering on the edge of a tantrum; but Santi manages to bring it back.
He crouches before her, coming to eye-level, and takes her little hands firmly in his.
âBecause I love him and so I want to be there to cheer him on. But,â -he gently tickles her tummy and she giggles chaotically - âweâll both come over next weekend. Take you and Budweiser for milkshake. We got a deal, Princesita?â
Santi cracks an encouraging grin as she mulls it over, and he can see the cogs turning. Her eyes tick over to the couch where Budweiser lays - her favourite plushie, gifted by Benny - so named âbecause itâs Uncle Bennyâs word. He says it alllllll the tiiiime.â. Frankie had been mortified at first to have his kid shouting âBudweiser!â in the park, but he had slowly caved to his girlâs insistence that since the naming ceremony was now concluded, there was nothing else for it but to get on board, stat. He had.
âOkay,â she nods suddenly, the crocodile tears drying as quickly as they had arrived. She sticks her little thumb in the air. âDeal.â
Deepening crinkles radiate from out of the corner of Santiagoâs eyes, and his smile turns all gummy. âDeal.â
Immediately, she gives TĂo Santi a peck right in the middle of his forehead, being very careful to avoid âalll the scratchy bitsâ on his face, and then within moments she is playing again, his pending absence now oh so happily forgotten.
When Santi unfurls himself from the floor a moment later, replete with some groaning and cricking knees, Frankie is approaching from across the room for a farewell hug.
âHow did you manage to get something so cute from this,â Santi ribs, gesturing up and down the length of Frankie with his hand.
That earns a chuckle from the girlâs mom - Frankieâs wife, Charlotte - who is currently sat in the easy chair with her feet up. She smooths a hand over her heavily pregnant belly, and Frankie gets that melted chocolate look in his eyes again.
âSheâs all her mama,â Frankie gushes, and the pair exchange a soppy smile, Charlotteâs eyes equally aglow with love.
The display would have made Santi uncomfortable at one stage. Heâd typically have cracked some joke or made some comment.
Deep down, his disdain for such overt affection - he now realises- was a result of him being on the defensive. Constantly. And that, was a result of him believing that heâd never have anything even approaching that level of bliss. That he didnât, in fact, even deserve it.
But, that was all before you.
Santi only has to think about you in this moment and his eyes mist over instantly with the glossy veneer of love. Heâs head over heels for you, honestly. It had all happened so fast.
âYour beautiful fella all set for the game, Santiago?â Charlotte asks from her position on the chair as he scoops up his ball cap and keys from the coffee table.
Your teamâs logo is emblazoned on the front and heâs in your home colours today. Santiago certainly doesnât do things by halves; although, he is still in jeans, and youâve been trying to convince him to go for the shorts and knee socks combo for a good while now.
Maybe soon heâd finally cave. Heâs a soft touch for you.
Coming back to the room, Santiago feels a flurry of nerves flutter in his belly along with Charlotteâs question. âHoly...â -he mouths the word âshitâ so as not to swear in front of the little one. âIâm so nervous for him. Itâs the first game since the injury and Christ⌠heâs worked so hard.â
Santi just wants it to go well for you. Wants you to have everything you want, in fact. Heâs still bemused by the fact what you want seems to be him, but heâs certainly not going to argue with that.
âLook at you,â Frankie sing-songs, patting his buddy on the shoulder, a bright smile cracking his face.
âWhat?â Santi responds, and old habits die hard, he guesses. He can feel tension zip through his body. Heâs instantly on the defensive. He awaits teasing. Some comment about how heâs sappy or whipped or whatever. It doesnât come.
âItâs nice,â Frankie clarifies. âItâs nice how you support each other.â
Santi feels a flush of heat rush to his cheeks then. It surprised him how much pride he takes in that. In his buddy noticing how well you two complement one another. âYeah,â he admits, and finds it is easier than he thought it would be to do so. âYeah. It is good. Really good.â
God knows youâd been there for him. The knee surgery. Nursing him back to health. Helping him adjust to life out of the military. Youâd made it all so⌠easy, despite all of his well-cultivated, super gnarly defences.
Santi had never expected to fall for you quite so hard and so fast when heâd found you. But in the end, it just makes sense. It works, you and him. It fits.
Your training schedule is militaristic and disciplined with lots of early mornings - things heâs used to. The travelling too, when youâre away for games, means that Santi doesnât feel too pinned down. Means it isnât as much of a problem if he has to jump on a plane to do some consulting. The whole team mentality is very familiar to him as well. Youâd both come as a package deal - with a ready made squad - and it had all pieced together so readily.
(That, and thereâs freaking hot you look in your soccer kit. You make his goddamn creaky knees go weak. Make them shake.)
But, itâs so much more than the ease with which you fit into Santiagoâs life. Itâs the ease with which you fit into his heart. That had been the most astounding thing of all.
It was as though heâd been keeping a vacant part of his heart warm for you his whole life - just waiting for you to show up. You had bipassed every one of his defences. You had made a home in his chest. And the craziest thing is, he didnât even mind.
He wanted it. He wanted you.
Carrying a happiness in his chest, Santi wishes fond farewells to the Morales-Baker household -Budweiser included- and he jumps in his truck. Then, after a short drive and with military punctuality, he arrives at the stadium. At this time, only the keenest of fans have begun filtering into the stands. Well, he guesses heâs the keenest. He doesnât want to miss a thing when it comes to you.
He filters to his assigned seat -as close as he can get without being literally on the sidelines - he doesnât want to intrude too much - and whips out his phone, idly thinking about you getting your kit on in the locker rooms. Pulling those socks up your calves. He enjoys the thought.
Santi always texts you. Reliably, always 30 minutes before game time. And you are always waiting for it.
âGood luck, mi amor. Remember, if you win Iâll give you the best oral of your life later.â
You type back immediately. Santi knows his window of opportunity is short; and he never misses it. âOh damn đ¤¤. And if I lose?â
âSame deal.â He canât say no to you.
âI think you got confused, hun. Then whereâs the incentive? đ¤¨â
âOkay. If you win, Iâll do it again and again until you canât think straight.â
âHnnng. Oh god stop. You know how thin these shorts are. Donât you dare get me too worked up now!â You fire through another message in quick succession. âBabe, coach wants everyone out on the pitch in 5. Not got long. You be okay in the stands? Ayo hooked you up with those seats, yeh?â
âDonât you worry about me. Focus on the game. Youâre going to be amazing. Youâve worked so hard and itâs going to pay off.â
âHilarious. If you want me to F O C U S, honey, you really shouldnât have mentioned that hot little mouth of yours. đ
âOops.â
âWell, just know if I score that I was extra motivated by the promise of that tongue. (Donât tell the coach đ¤Ş.)â
âCause then everyone will want a turn?â
âNuh UH. Youâre mine. All mine. Santiago.â
There it is again. That sense of pride blooming in the pit of him because you called him yours. It makes him feel so good. âDamn right I am.â
âAnd baby? Thank you for being here. I love you xxxâ
Santi thinks back. To how nervous you had been this morning. How he had tried to calm you with sweet kisses and a slow release, high-energy breakfast. With words of encouragement. Youâd tried to play it off, but he could tell the nerves were eating you up. He types back. âI love you. Where else would I be?â Itâs funny really. Hilarious. Because with anyone else, heâd always had somewhere else to be. Somewhere else to run to.
With you, he simply wanted to stay.
Another message from you pings up on the screen. âOh wait, thereâs one more thing.â
Itâs a picture message and Santiago pops it out, curling his hand around the screen to obscure the positively obscene image - a down the shorts shot of you showing him just how aroused heâd got you.
Christ you look good. Sudden, throbbing warmth rushes to his crotch and the sight of you like that makes him fucking blush. No-one has ever been able to do that to him besides you, his tan cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson.
âHoly fucking Christ, cariĂąo. Whatâs that for?â
âThatâs your motivation đâ
He laughs to himself in surprise. Like he needed any scrap of motivation to want you. Itâs effortless. Damn - not that heâs complaining about this visual feast. Not in the slightest.
He takes a deep breath though. Gets himself under control so heâs not like acting like a fucking pervert by the time your boots hit the turf and the stands have filled up.
He distracts himself. Takes a while to pore through some dry division stats on his phone, committing them to memory. He knows just about everything there is to know by this point. All the player stats. All the transfers and deals and subs.
In truth, Santi never really was a soccer guy - he always preferred baseball - but he is most certainly a You guy. And so, it was inevitable. What matters to you, now matters to him too.
Your successes feel like his successes. Your failures are his failures.
He helps you schedule your training. Goes for a kick around with you on a Sunday morning, even though he sucks ass. He accommodates all your early starts. Doesnât moan when you miss little things when the season is in full swing.
He admires how driven you are. How dedicated. Itâs super attractive to him. And plus⌠on top of all that. Have you seen you in your kit on game day? Running around getting all sweaty like that. Your shirt being torn at. The way it rides up and shows your appealing stomach. The way you douse yourself in water from the sports bottle and let it cascade down your face, mouth open for it. Watching you do your stretches? Damn, your cute butt in those shorts is everything. And those fucking socks. Those godforsaken socks, which drive Santi to distraction. Especially when you wear nothing but them. Especially when you leave nothing but your socks on while he-
-Anyway. He was meant to be focussing, wasnât he?
He realises just about in time too.
He watches you and the other players all file out, go through the ceremonial bits and pieces, and take your positions as the opposing sideâs players frame the centre spot for kick-off.
He doesnât miss a thing. He cheers you on. Commiserates when the other team gains ground. He joins in with the chanting, when itâs going well. When it isnât he just stands there all intense, arms folded and laser focussed on everything youâve talked him through. Form, tactics, all of it.
His heart is in his mouth as you find an opening and pace it the length of half the pitch with the ball, unchallenged. This could be it. He hides behind his hands as you lob your shot in past the defender and the goalie, and he jumps up out of his seat, throwing his arms into the air and yelling jubilantly when your shot sinks into the back of the net.
Itâs a fucking friendly match. Itâs not even a qualifier or anything, but Santi doesnât care about any of that. He only cares about you.
âDid you just win $100 or something,â the woman next to Santi in the stand asks as his overblown celebration dials down.
âNo,â he grins. âNo - thatâs my boyfriend,â he says breathlessly, bursting with pride and relief.
âThe goal scorer?â she asks.
âThatâs him.â
She looks over at you as you do your traditional celebratory display. She pumps her eyebrows. âCongratulations.â
Santiago canât stop smiling.
Heâs into it. Heâs invested.
He feels every collision in his body. Every near miss, every chance, every tackle, every triumph. The thud of the ball could be his heartbeat, as loud as it is thudding in his chest.
Heâs there for every minute of it. Heâs there for you.
The 90 minutes runs their course, eventually, and your team valiantly holds the 1-0 victory right through until the final whistle. Itâs a success!
You sub out for the last 10 minutes and your team holds the defensive position, just keeping the clock ticking over. Heâs pleased you came off. Heâd made you promise not to push your newly healed injury too hard today. To leave a little in the tank.
By the time the victory is official, Santiago is beaming with happiness. He knows youâll be thrilled by the outcome. Knows it will be a huge relief and a huge confidence boost for you too, after everything youâve been through these past few months.
So, by the time the game is wrapped up and Santi filters down through the tunnels and into the interior of the stadium, his heart is racing.
Itâs racing from the adrenalin of the game, but also in anticipation of seeing you.
You meet him at your usual spot, in the disused locker room come equipment store. Heâs somehow wangled a special pass to wait here, and itâs always deserted. He relishes these stolen post-game moments alone with you. Today especially, heâs looking forward to it.
Santi takes his hat off and ruffles his curls for good measure to tidy them up. He hoists the waist on his snug jeans up and discards his gum in the trash. Then, he waits, butterflies gently dancing in his stomach at the thought of seeing you.
As soon as he hears the door creak, the rusted up hinges signalling your arrival before he sees you, his face splits into a smile.
You smile back upon entering and it makes his heart race even faster. Itâs the first time heâs seeing you since you kissed him goodbye early this morning, and it already feels far too long.
He takes you in. Youâre all sweaty in your kit, damp with it everywhere, and covered in mud from slipping and sliding all over the turf. Your thighs are looking insanely hot in those shorts and socks, as per usual, all sheened from the exertion, and a pulse of arousal zips through Santi, right to his middle.
Still, what he wants most is to hold you, and the man bounds over to draws you into an enclosing hug, not even caring if his clothes get all soiled. Heâs hardly precious about that - theyâll wash. âYou were fucking amazing. I told you you would be!â
âI was pretty good, right? Ugh. That damn cross that hit the post though?â Youâre always so hard on yourself, always pushing yourself to do more. He understands it, but Santiago just wants you to pause sometimes. To see how far youâve come. How incredible you are.
âCariĂąo.â Santi intones softly, slipping his palm up to your face. Dips forward to kiss your soft lips. You hum into his kiss and it sends a shiver right down to his toes. âYou were perfect.â You kiss him back, immediately attempting to deepen the kiss, but Santiago has other things on his mind. âThat dipshit who dirty-tackled you in the 39th minute though? FuckinââŚ.â he grits his teeth and shakes his head. âI almost came down on the pitch to give him a piece of my mind.â
You laugh - a tired but bright sound. âDown boy,â you warn, kissing him again for good measure.
âHowâs the quad holding up? We can get some heat packs on you if you need it?â
Santi inspects you carefully with soft, earnest eyes for any sign of harm. For any need for comfort, and his hands are ready and willing to provide it. The very same hands which heâd once thought were only good for killing, and which now he only wants to use to care for you.
He sees a red angry scrape on your knee then, and he has the overwhelming urge to bathe and dress it for you - a tender urge so intense that his fingers twitch by his sides like heâs desperate to pull the trigger on helping you.
âMmmm. Sweetheart,â you purr, walking Santiago back until he is pressed up against the cool metal lockers, ensuring he adequately reads your intention now. âStop worrying about me, would you, and come here. I just want to kiss you, darling.â
Santi stands there almost limp with lust and love as you move against him, dumbfounded by you. By the way your hands snake tenderly around the nape of his neck and his waist. By the way you dip forward to his mouth with a slight gasp of air as you part your lips. At the way your tender, hungry mouth moves against him, the taste and scent of exertion on you all too familiar from your long, carnal nights, endlessly exploring each otherâs bodies. And, as your tongue probes his mouth in attempt to deepen the kiss, dragging deliciously along his lower lip, Santiago is gone.
An unfiltered moan spills from his lips -you drink it down- and a stone of molten desire sinks right through his middle, sending ripples thrumming out to every extremity.
He pants warm, ragged breath against your cheek. âUnnngggg. If you want me down, querido, youâre not doing a very good job of that.â
Your beautiful mouth curls into a smile, briefly, before your tongue licks into him again with quiet, steady vigour. âYouâre such a horn dog.â
âFor you, always.â
âSounds like I should get you home, rightaway, huh?â
Santiago wraps his arms around your middle, his hands snaking beneath your synthetic shirt to find skin. He strokes back and forth there with his warm, broad hands, relieving a little of your tightness into the bargain. ���Sure. But you certain you donât want to go out celebrating with the guys?â
âI like the sound of your celebration a lot more.â
Santi could be selfish right now, but truly, he knows heâs a goner for you. He only wishes to make you as happy as possible tonight. Every night, actually. Hell, all of the time. âHey. Why donât we do both?â
âYouâd do that? You donât mind heading out for a few?â
âOf course I donât mind,â he responds, his long-lashes eyes flitting ardently all over your face. âWeâre a team, remember? Whatever you want.â
Santiago had thought heâd known what that meant for a long time. To be a part of a team. It turns out he still had a lot to learn, but heâd learned it all when heâd met you.
It feels good. Really good to be on your team.
You eye his mouth hungrily and Santiago deliberately pouts his lips, just a little, enjoying your attentions and the heat it trails down his spine - like a spoon dripping honey.
âAlright then, gorgeous. Let me go get turned around, okay? But first, just one more thing.â You kiss him again, pinning him just a little more harshly up against the lockers, delivering a deep, pleasantly wet kiss before nipping the pillow of his lower lip in between your teeth and dragging.
âOof.â
That move gets him every time and boy do you know it.
You know everything there is to know about him, he thinks.
You know everything and remarkably, youâre still not running.
Youâre still on his team.
And, after that kiss, Santiago so desperately wants to muster something dirty; but, looking at you like this, pride and love glowing in your eyes because heâs yours and you are his, heâs only got one thing. âI love you,â he pushes out, the words rising from a place deep in his gut. Full of feeling gathered on the way out.
With a soft, lilting smile you wrap his shapely jaw in one hand, grabbing him by his sandpaper chin and dragging his lips to yours all over again, this time for a far more tender kiss. âI fucking love you too, Santiago Garcia.â
Santiago feels ten feet tall.
He feels happy. Happier than heâs ever felt.
You turn from him, with a promise to be back - youâre somehow still not running - and Santiago canât help but smile as his eyes follow you.
He canât help but smile as he leans his head back against the lockers, the butterflies continuining to dance in the pit of his stomach. His heartbeat still quickened in his chest.
And, for the first time maybe ever⌠because of you, Santiago Garcia doesnât feel like running.
With you, Santiago doesnât feel trapped by love. Doesnât feel scared by it. Dismissive of it. Undeserving of it.
He feels free. He feels brave. He feels worthy.
He feels sure. Now, more than ever. Indeed, he pats the ring box hidden in his jacket pocket for reassurance, and, to his satisfaction, itâs still there, ready for him to stash away in the dresser later. Until his plans for asking you to be his forever can materialise.
Heâd never believed it. Never thought he could have what Frankie and Charlotte have. Never thought it would be possible for him. A family. A home. But with you? It all feels so easy.
Youâd skipped past every single one of his defences, but now that he thinks about it, it just makes sense. After all, you do work offence. That is what youâre good at. Getting through.
âUnlessâŚ?â Santi calls as he watches you go, never quite able to resist your cute butt in those flimsy shorts. Never quite able to resist you.
You turn to find his lips curled into a delicious smirk, and he keeps your gaze on that hot mouth of his, his pink tongue dragging along his lower lip. âUnless what?â
âUnless you want me on my knees right here?â
He ticks up a thick eyebrow in suggestion.
Youâre going to say âyesâ, heâs sure of it.
To this, and to a life with him.
It just makes sense.
The two of you fit.
You lick your lips and he waits for it, but he isnât afraid.
For once, he isnât afraid.
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james potter stuck in subspace (mommy kink!)
Strawberry Lips || James Potter
Word Count: 2594
A/N: Okay so Iâm an idiot, half way through I realized I both had the reader fucking him and a butt plug in and I had to go back and rework it. I procrastinated on his all day so itâs currently 11:!5 and I have to be up at 6 tomorrow and I require 8 hours of sleep to function like a real human being. Thereâs probably a million little mistakes but Iâm too impatient to wait until morning to reread, please tell me if you notice anything super fucked up
Warnings: mommy kink, sub!James, male penetration, my first time writing subspace and all the subspace blurbs Iâve read before have been from the perspective of the submissive so please donât judge me too harshly on this, slut is used like once, aftercare
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âYou can take it, pretty boy,â You murmured, gazing down at him adoringly, flicking your thumb over the weeping head of his overused cock as you pumped your hand up and down his shaft.Â
You could tell that he was completely submissive to you, from the glazed look in his eyes to the muffled whimpers and gasps that carelessly slipped from his mouth and the way his hips had stopped trying to squirm away from the combined stimulation of your hand on his member, the heavy glass of your strap on pistoning in and out of him. He was a drooling mess for you as you reached with the hand not on his cock to slap his ass, his body jolting at the unexpected, though not unwelcomed contact.
It was like there was fire flowing through your veins, with the alertness one feels after downing a few shots of espresso but minus the jitters that often accompanied it you were completely tuned in to the man before you.Â
Splayed out on his back you observed with a careful eye the way his thighs clenched in his efforts not to cum until he was given your permission. You studied the furrow of his brow and the drops of glistening sweat rolling down his face, examining every aspect of his appearance to make sure that he was okay.Â
When James slipped into subspace he slipped hard and more often than not couldnât even remember his own name, never mind the safe word the two of you had previously established. No, it was up to you to make sure that he was alright, and the very prospect that this man, this beautiful, beautiful man, trusted you enough to allow you to take care of him in such a way was thrilling.
âTaking Mommyâs cock so well baby, is it nice and deep inside of you, making you feel nice and full?â You smiled as you let go of his cock, watching it as it bounced along with the rest of his body, in time with your rough, fast paced strokes.Â
âUh huh,â He gasped, squeezing his eyes shut as he offered the pathetic nod of his head, âFeels so good Mommy, want more, want your cock.â
âYouâve already got it, baby, itâs all yours. Or do you want more?â You questioned, slapping his erect, sensitive prick without ever ceasing your thrusts in and out of him, keeping your speed consistent while watching his body jump at the sudden contact.Â
âMommy,â He whimpered, his cock throbbing as you traced just the tips of your fingers up and down his shaft.
âCome on baby,â You cooed, trailing your fingertips down his shaft to his balls, taking them in the palm of your hands before griping them tightly, smirking as his face scrunched in pleasure, âHow do we ask for more of Mommyâs cock?â
âPlease!â He begged unabashedly, âPlease Mommy, please!â
âAw baby,â You lilted, dragging your open palm down the expanse of his muscled chest, moving up and down before finding your way to his nipple which you pinched harshly.
âOwie, Mommy,â James whined trying to squirm away from your touch.
âGonna cum one more time for Mommy baby,â You decided after dragging your eyes over Jamesâ quivering form to assess him, âOne more, can you cum one more time for me, pretty boy?â
You spat onto your hand, returning it to his throbbing length, your ministrations on his member were faster than last time, wanting to get him right to the precipice of cumming and making him beg for it.Â
Sure heâd already cum four times but Jamesie was your good boy, he could take another. With the resumed stimulation of your hand, all James could manage from his lips, bitten a bright rosy red, was a desperate whine accompanied by what was supposed to be a nod was more of a jerk of his head, too fuzzy from the pleasure coursing from his veins to properly control his body.Â
âGood boy,â You praised, âJust one more,â You leaned back to watch your strap on slide in and out of his tight hole, thanks to a spell you and he had spent months perfecting it was like the cock strapped to you was an actual appendage of your body and you could feel every time James clenched around the glass. It was heavenly, being buried so deep in him and you couldnât get enough of it.Â
Balancing yourself by gripping onto his hips you sped up your movements, lifting his bum slightly to push deeper inside of him with every stroke.
Only a fool wouldnât be able to tell the signs that your ministrations were bringing James dangerously close to climax as he incoherently blabbered on and on, âSâtoo much Mommy, need more, need more of your cock.â
âAw has Mommy fucked you dumb baby? Donât even know what you want, you want Mommy to stop?â You mocked, smirking wickedly when his eyes flew open.
âNo no no no no, please donât be stop Mommy, donât want you to stop, please donât stop, need your cock,â He pleaded shaking his head in efforts to convince you.
âYouâre pathetic Jamie, such a slut for my cock,â He released a high pitched whine at your teasing which just spurred you on even more.
Living up to the title of slut youâd bestowed upon him he squeezed around your strap on at the degrading name, as much as he loved praise, degradation turned him on more than heâd like to admit, âPlease let me cum Mommy, pretty please, Iâve been a good boy, I wanna be your good boy, please let me cum.â
Satisfied with his begging you gave a curt nod of your head, too so focused on the pleasure that zipped up your spine warming your body as you continued both thrusting in and out and sliding your hand along Jamesâ shaft.
âMake a mess on Mommyâs hand baby boy, be a good boy for me and cum,â Your verbal permission was all he needed, cumming almost instantaneously, covering your hand in his warm, milky white release. The feeling of his cum on your skin sent shivers up your spine and the sight of him erupting on your hand drove you over the edge too, stabilizing yourself on his thighs you felt pleasure overwhelm you.
âFuck Jamie,â You swore under your breath as you let your head fall forward, it becoming too heavy for you to support as you felt yourself clench around nothing. You were brought back to reality from the bliss of your orgasm by the pathetic little whines that left James as his cock twitched against his stomach, he was still cumming.
âPoor baby, made you cum five times and youâve still got cum in youâ You crooned, slipping your strap on from his hole you heard him whimper, comforting him by placing a steady hand on his thigh, dragging your thumb over his skin in small circles. You knelt before him, lifting up his balls to place a gentle kiss on the sensitive skin.Â
Jamesâ ragged breathing sounded through the room as he recovered from his orgasm and slowly regained the ability to speak, âW-was I your good boy Mommy?â He managed to stutter out, his eyes flickering open as he spoke. He sounded far off and dreamy like he was high off his orgasms.
âYouâre always my good boy baby, you did so well for me like you do every time,â You extolled, sliding one hand up the crimson, silk sheets to find his hand which still had the bedding scrunched up in his fist. Once youâd slowly eased his hand slack you intertwined your fingers with his, keeping that contact as you stood up to peer down at him.
You studied him with a critical eye, examining every inch of him, taking note of the cum beginning to dry on his stomach and cock, the teeth marks from where heâd bitten his plump lips which looked bloody from where you stood, and the sweat covering his entire body from hours of going at it.
âReally?â He asked you, his tone genuine as he looked up at you with wide eyes.
You smiled at him before leaning down over his ruined form, melding your lips with his in a quick kiss, allowing your tongue to trace his bloody lips, âAlways baby.â
He winced as you shifted above him and looking down you realized your strap-on was brushing against his ruined cock.
âMâsorry baby, let me take this off yeah?â You started to push yourself off of him but he soon latched onto your wrist, pulling you down on top of him.
âNo Mommy, donât go, want you please,â He murmured against the soft skin of your shoulder.
You allowed your head to fall against your shoulder but you were careful to keep your hips up as to not hurt Jamie but youâd gone just as long as James had and the position was soon becoming too strenuous for your overworked body.
âGimme a second baby, mânot going anywhere just have to get comfortable too,â You explained, and though he didnât respond James seemed to understand as he allowed you to stand up and remove the harness from your body, abandoning it on the dresser, making a note to clean it up in the morning.Â
Glimpsing at James you noticed that his eyes were closed and you took the opportunity to sneak away to the bathroom where you wet a washcloth to clean up James. But as you ran the soft fabric under the warm water coming from the faucet you failed to notice him slip into the bathroom behind you.
In fact, you werenât even aware of the dark haired manâs presence until his strong arms scooped you off of the floor, his grip on you was surprisingly sturdy given his foggy headspace and that every time he moved he winced as his cock rubbed against his muscled thigh.
âYou said you werenât gonna leave me, Mommy,â He whined into your ear as he carried you back to the bed, you shifted in his hold so that you could run the damp washcloth along his toned shoulders, he visibly unwound under your touch.Â
âI know baby,â You murmured not wanting to speak too loudly, âBut I need to clean you up and I thought you wouldnât notice.â
His response was unintelligible as he dropped you down on the bed with a little less care he would if he wasnât so out of it.
âThought I fucked you dumb baby,â You teased, pulling him to sit down next to you before gently pushing on his shoulders so that he was propped up against the fluffy pillows arranged on the bed.
âThatâs not nice Mommy, mânot dumb,â He grumbled, making grabby hands for you to move closer to him to which you obliged, settling in between his legs with yours thrown over his hips, keeping enough distance between the two of you so that you didnât agitate his used member.Â
âAw baby Mommy didnât mean to upset you,â You grinned at his vulnerable state, pressing a delicate kiss to his nose to distract him as you gently brushed the damp cloth against his member.
Despite your most valiant efforts he still jumped, mewling at the stimulation while trying to squirm away from your touch.
âI know it hurts baby,â You ran a hand up and down his flexed thigh, âGotta clean you up though.â
âWant your lips, Mommy,â He sniffled, puckering his lips and closing his eyes.
You leaned forward to meet his soft cushions to distract him as you finished cleaning up his prick. You kept the kiss soft as to not push him even further under or to agitate the wounds on the red pillows.
Pulling away you plucked a tube of lip balm from the bedside table, leaning over Jamesâ face to reach it. Seeing an opportunity and taking it James latched his lips onto your nipple, sucking lazily but just hard enough to not let you pull away. When you tried despite his hold on you he threw a strong arm around your waist pulling you flush against him, not reacting when your knee bumped his dick.
âYou gotta let go of Mommyâs titty baby, sheâs gotta help you, darling.â
His response was muffled by your tit stuffed into his mouth so you pulled back so that you could hear him, âSay that again baby?â
âWant your titty Mommy, wanna make you feel good,â He begged, replacing his mouth with his hand, palming the flesh of your breast.
âYou have James, youâve made me feel so good. But sânot my name anymore baby, not Mommy anymore, itâs (Y/N), yeah?â
Your words seemed to go in one ear and out the other as he just continued groping at your tit, watching it like it held all the answers in the universe. Easing his fingers from your body you sat back in your original position tapping Jamesâ lips to signal to him to pucker them again for you.Â
âGood boy,â You praised as you ran the lip balm over his lips, smearing the strawberry flavored balm over the cracks.Â
As you pulled back to recap the tube of lip balm James stuck his tongue out, sliding it over the balm before tucking it back into his mouth, humming approvingly, âI taste like strawberries,â He smiled goofily.
âYes you do baby but youâre supposed to keep it on your lips so that itâll help you, pretty boy,â You shook your head as you reapplied the balm to his lips.
âYou gotta taste (Y/N/N),â He said eagerly, the fog starting to clear, puckering his lips once again, âTastes so good!â
âOkay Jamesie,â You giggled, meeting his lips with yours, tasting the strawberry lip balm he seemed so fond of in his fragile state.
âWhat do you think (Y/N/N)?â He asked you as you used your finger this time to reapply the shimmery balm.Â
âYouâre right baby, tastes very good,â You agreed to appease the boy in front of you.
You began to lift yourself from the mattress but you were tugged back down and into his chest. âNo leaving, not again,â His discontent was evident in his voice as he nestled into your hair, inhaling to take in your scent.
âGotta get us clothes,â You tried to explain, drawing shapes on his pec with your finger.
âDonât need clothes,â He mumbled, âWanna feel your skin anyway.â
You pulled your head away to look at his face, though he was talking his eyes were closed, he was beautiful with his hair a messy dark halo around his face and his pretty glossy lips, his lips parted as his breathing began to slow.
âYouâve come back to me baby?â You needed to make sure before you let him fall asleep.
âUh huh,â You felt his chin bump against your head as he nodded his head, âMâback (Y/N).â
âOkay love,â Unable to stop yourself as you gazed up at his plump lips you ran the pad of your thumb along his bottom one before popping it into your mouth to suck on it, âStrawberries,â You murmured.
âStrawberries,â He agreed, wrapping his arms around you to pull your body as close to his as possible.
âYouâre right love, tastes really good,â You snuggled closer to him, gripping one of his well defined biceps as you too felt sleep begin to overwhelm you.
âTold you.â
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Anna's August Fic Recs
Welcome to my August fic recommendations masterpost!! This has been quite a busy month for me but I'm holding onto last weeks of freedom. I am trying to read as much before uni starts and I had a pleasure of reading some brilliant fics this month. I am so excited to share them with you all! I hope your summer is going amazing and to those, who have just started classes - good luck!
To all the writers - I love you and I appreciate you so much!
To all the readers - please, share the fics you read and love. The reblog really makes the change! Itâs the least we can do to show our gratitude.
HOLLAND & Co.
⨠Tom Holland
revenges is sweet by @t-lostinworlds
series, social media au, college!au, football player!tom, fake dating, idiots to lovers, all of our fave tropes, i am invested in this series more than i am in my own life, it's just that good
sunkissed by @duskholland
one-shot, 18+, surfer!tom x lifeguard!tom, exes to lovers, h's great mind at its finest đ
souvenirs of the heart by @veryholland
one-shot, brought me to tears no joke, such a beutiful story, mila did such an amazing job!!
heartbreak girl by @lauras-collection
one-shot, 18+, lead singer!tom, based on 5SOS song, this is so goooood đŤđŤ this story lives in my heart rent free right nextdoor to laura!!
act 1: scene 5 and 6 by @youandtom
one-shot, best friends to lovers, helping tom with learning lines, i loved this very much!
happier than ever by @vendettaparker
one-shot, tom being the great lad he is comes to save an awful date and we stan
the trial of the eldest holland by @reawritesthings
one-shot, ex!tom, welcome to the angst town! this is so deeply heartbreaking but so beautifully written!
lucky to be in love by @hollandsvogue
one-shot, rose is going staright for my silly little heart :')
slide in by @uglypastels
one-shot, frat!tom, i fall in love with this story time and time again
white winged dove by @muhollands
one-shot, 18+, conuntry!tom, insert country boy i love you vine here (also, i'd like to take this moment to kindly invite you all to go through d's whole masterlist cause it's brilliant. this mj blurb has sent me straight to hell but it's so worth it)
abide by @hazofmyheart
one-shot, 18+, mob!au, tom x reader x harrison, this made me feel some type of way đđđ
getting ahead of ourselves by @/hazofmyheart
one-shot, 18+, college! lacrosse player!tom holland x tutor!reader, this is soft, this is cute, this is hot, this is everything! 12/10 would recommend
⨠Harrison Osterfield
little lune by @dovenymph
one-shot, celebrating your birthday with haz, made me want a refund for my birthday cause it's so lovely đĽşđĽş
it will come back by @greenorangevioletgrass
one-shot, part of the rich kid!au series, 18+, richkid!haz x richkid!reader x actor!tom, there are no words in any language that would let me express how much i love ava and this au
⨠Harry Holland
wild side by @softholand
one-shot, 18+, best friends to lovers, that trope was made to be written about mister harry holland, i swear
lost in your light by @spider-barnes
one-shot, 18+, best friends to lovers, bloody lovely đ
falling in love at a coffee shop by @/spider-barnes
one-shot, college!au, oh to fall in love with harry holland at a coffee shop đŤ
hope is frightening thing by @peterplanet
one-shot, writer!reader x first da!harry, her book gets a film adaptation and harry is being is wonderful self đĽ°
my forever by @unsaidholland
blurb, talking about your future with him, it's just đĽ°đĽ°
circles by @farfromharry
one-shot, rich kid!au, enemies to lovers, so wonderful!
MARVEL
đ Suz's birthday fics
this total babe @samwilsons-pillowpecs gave us four beautiful gift on her birthday! we adore you, lovely 𼰠these stories are all wonderful anddeserve their own category đ
you're the glitter in the dark
one-shot, 18+, mob!bucky
if i could touch you...
one-shot, 18+, boxer!steve
love you in a thousand ways
one-shot, 18+, ceo!sam
miss your kiss
one-shot, 18+, biker!thor
đ@rodrikstark âs 1.5k follower celebration!
collecion of headcanons with our favourite marvel boys as well as some other characters, i bloody love them all but my numer one has got to be joaquin teaching you spanish đ
⨠Sam Wilson
book smart by @indyluckycharlie
one-shot, librarian!sam x PhD student!reader, such a warm and comfy little story by my dearest cate who i love very much đ
he we go again by @/xbuchananbarnes
one-shot, idiots in love đĽ°đĽ°
adventures in babysitting captain america and winter solider by @princessmisery666
one-shot, reader takes the boys to disneyland and it's just so amazing!
stay awhile by @lacapucharoja
one-shot, black!reader, a saturday morning with sam đđ
slow motion by @ambrosiase
one-shot, 18+, sam in baggy grey sweatpants and no underwear, need i say more?
⨠Steve Rogers
bullies, bullied by @anika-ann
one-shot, my main babe is blessing us with protective steve and i love her đĽ°
there's a peace in dreaming by @babycap
one-shot, i don't have the words to tell you how stunning this story is, please go read it
⨠Bucky Barnes
timer by @xbuchananbarnes
series, soulmate!au based on the movie TiMER (2009). i could go on and on about how incredible that series is but with dani it's a given, sooo đ¤ˇââď¸
the kids will be alright by @imaginationintowords
series, social media au, lawyer!bucky x interior designer!reader, single dad!bucky, single mom!reader raising their kid together as friends, also reader x clark kent. honestly this is one of my fave social media aus of all time. and it's got a sequel is coming!!
quick fix by @ocean-bucky
one-shot, tfatws!bucky x ofc, vidra is the queen of ofc's, you simply can't not love her characters!
grant (part 2) by @coffeecatsandsarcasm
two-shot, bucky's in a relationship with a single mom with a little boy, it's so soft, i love this little family!
before sunset, i fell by @buckysbiota
one-shot, modern!au, when i get drunk i get myself cake, when reader got drunk, she got herself a husband. a very fine husband đ
alcohol you later by @/xbuchananbarnes
one-shot, is it the 4th of dani's fics on this list? yes, she's just that powerful
three flags up by @starbuckie
one-shot, 18+, campcounselor!bucky x campcounselor!reader, best friends to lovers, buck being a cute little puppy in love and i adore him very much
and he kissed me right there by @sunmoonandbucky
one-shot, veteran!bucky, age gap, this is so full of feelings and it's gonna steal your heart!
lost and found by @sunshinebuckybarnes
two-shot, neighbour!bucky, alpine being the matchmaker of the year and we love that for her
hazy dreams and good mornings by @angrythingstarlight
one-shot, 18+, firefighter!bucky, i think that's enough encouragement to read this gem đ
⨠Joaquin Torres
red by @remmysbounty
one-shot, a truly exceptional story!!
hold my words, keep us together by @/xbuchananbarnes
one-shot, soulmate!au, just simply stunning!
â¨Peter Parker
love lies by @rosyparkers
series, social media au, y/n is silk but peter doesn't know it, peter is spiderman but y/n doesn't know it, sarah is the brightest star in the universe and everyone knows it
sunset lovers by @duskholland
one-shot, college! au, soulmate!au where what your soulmate writes on their skin, appears on yours. i don't think i have to tell you that eveything written by h, my beloved is pure gold. the softest thing!
always waiting (for you to come home) by @peterbenjiparker
one-shot, reader comes to peter cause she needs him to patch her up after patrol, it's so funny and sweet and i just love it so much, m is the bestest!!
perfectly a little late by @/t-lostinworlds
one-shot, college!au, reader forgets about peter's birthday. or does she đ please, give a round of applause for this wonderful writer who's been feeding us so well this month đđ
this fic by @peeterparkr
one-shot, last kiss with peter :') nancy knows all the most beautiful ways to break someone's heart
the plan by @spideyyeet
series, aveneger!reader, reader likes peter, peter likes mj, mysterio shows up, lots of angsty things happen. it's so bloody good, my mates, go read it!!
burning red by @spideyspeaches
one-shot, avenger!reader who who describes people's personalities as colors, it's just a stunning story with wonderful writing and i love it!!
this fic by @mcumendes
blurb, peter brings y/n flowers and is very very adorable!!
kiss me more by @celestialholland
one-shot, first make out with peter and i'm just đŤđŤ in love
the reveal by @cloudybarnes
one-shot, best friends!reader where she finds out about him being spiderman, so lovely!!
always by @ptersmj
one-shot, an absolutely adorable best friends to lovers moment
red-handed by @/vendettaparker
one-shot, stark!reader, morgan interrupts y/n and peter's alone time đđ
OTHERS
⨠Spencer Reid
as told by flowers by @reidingmelodies
one-shot, story about the progress of the relationship with spencer told by flowers (duh đ), it's just wonderful!!
⨠Frank Adler
thnks fr th mmrs by @wiypt-writes
one-shot, 18+, reader goes to frank the night before his wedding, i love this with everything i have
will you hold on my love by @writerwrites
one-shot, don't come anywhere near this piece without tissues!!
⨠Ransom Drysdale
undercover boss by @chase-your-dreams-away
series, reader's working at drysdales' company and hooks up with ransom not knowing who he is. this series is so bloody good! i love the reader in here so much!!
a/n: if you catch some kind of mistake or if you see that i miscredited someone - please let me know so i can change that!
#anna's fic recs#august fic recs#fic recs#marvel fic recs#tom holland x reader#harrison osterfield x reader#harry holland x reader#sam wilson x reader#bucky barnes x reader#steve rogers x reader
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Never Have I Ever // SNEAK PEEK
Here's a sneak peak at a fanfiction I am writing. It's called Never Have I Ever!! Hope you enjoy this sneak peak.
Content: fem!reader, gendered pronouns and titles, sub!spencer, cursing, masturbation (male)
Word count : 1,072
âSo.. Pretty boy, a fantasy about a coworker huh? Naughty boyâ I teased, it only seemed to make him a little more nervous, a dark pink blush instantly flushing his cheeks. âI- uh yeahâ He stuttered, shifting in his seat and avoiding eye contact. âIt just kind of happenedâ He added quickly, fiddling with his fingers as he spoke.
âWho was it? JJ? Elle? Garcia?â I joked, pinching his thigh teasingly, Spencer didnât answer. Instead of pressing harder I just opted to turn the radio on instead, switching it to the station I had programmed just for when I drove with him. 91.5 Classical Medley.
For the next 10-15 minutes we just drove, silently enjoying the music together. Until I pulled into his apartment complex, parking in a visitor spot to drop him off. âY/n?â Spencer said his first words in a while, sounding unsure of himself âIt w-was about you.â He said so quickly I almost missed it, finally making eye contact with me for the for the first time in an hour or so.
His words took my by surprise, âWhat?â Even though I fully understood what he was trying to say, âN-Never have I ever..â He took a pause. âI-my fantasy was about you Y/n. Actually b-both of my answers were about you. I-Iâm so sorryâ
I could tell my face mustâve been very expressive of the shock I felt bc of how quickly Spencer was to apologize again. âFuck Iâm sorry, I-uh I should go.â He scrambled to grab his bag and reach for the door, so reaching for his hand, I spoke âWait Spence, noâ
He quickly turned to look at me, eyebrows furrowed slightly. Without further explanation I pulled my keys from the ignition and got out of the car, knowing Spencer would follow me. We made the quick walk down the street to my apartment complex, Spencer rambling the entire time, confused by what was happening. âY/n I really am sorry, I-I am also a little bit confused so if you could just explai-â His rambling continued all the way until we were inside my apartment. After unlocking the door I quickly turned, pulling him inside before closing the door and pressing him against it. âIs this okayâ I mumbled quickly, as soon as he nodded I pressed my lips to his.
Spencer practically melted into me, dropping his bag to the ground to grab the side of my face. I could tell his hands were scared to move anywhere else, so I let my hands travel first, moving from his shoulders to behind his neck, softly tugging at the hair. In response he pressed his lips harder against mine, groaning into me as my fingers continued playing in the roots of his hair. I allowed my lips to travel down his jaw, causing Spencer to whimper and let his head fall back. My hands shifted from his hair, trailing to the buttons on his shirt. One by one the buttons were undone, leaving his shirt open, hanging on his shoulders.
Removing myself from his embrace I took his hand; leading him to my bedroom, taking a seat on the bed with my back pressed against the headboard. In times like this I envied Spencer for his eidetic memory. I want to remember the way he looks forever; hair messy, lips pink from the blood rushing to them, cheeks flushed, small pink marks decorating his jaw and neck. His shirt hung loosely around his defined shoulders, chest bared and aching to be marked, the only clothes that hid him from my gaze was his slacks, now strained tight against his crotch âCome here angel, sit in front of me.â I beckoned, patting the space between my legs. âY-yes maâamâ His voice faltering, breath catching in his throat.
Now with his back against my chest, I softly pressed my lips to his ear âShow me how you touched yourself thinking of meâ I mumbled, scattering kisses across his neck and shoulders. He obliged, moving his hand to grope himself. âY-Y/N pleaseâ I could feel him panting, unintelligible pleading for me to put my hands on him. I gave him the relief he was seeking, sliding my hands down his chest, stopping on his lower abdomen, tracing little shapes onto the skin. His stomach clenched under my touch. âGo ahead sweetheart, touch yourselfâ I cooed.
Spencerâs hands shook as they reached for his belt, pulling it off, then moving on to the button, I decided to help him unbutton his pants and pull the slacks from his legs, pulling underwear down with them. My mouth watered looking over his shoulder, taking in the sight of him âSuch a greedy boyâ I cooed, letting my hands rest at his thighs while I spoke. âKeeping all this from me.â I could he his jagged breath, chest heaving as he gripped himself and processed my words.
âI-Iâm sorry maâam. I d-didnât know would want meâ Spencer whimpered, each word chipping a piece at my heart. I stroked his skin, moving one hand up to his chin, tilting his head slightly so I could press my lips to his, silently telling him that I wanted him just as bad as he wanted me. He chased my lips as I pulled away.
âSo tell me.. Doctor, when you get off thinking of me, what do you think aboutâ I let my fingers trace up and down his thighs; watching him stroke himself and let out the most pathetic, whiny moan Iâve heard in my life as his head fell back against my shoulder.
âI-I think about you, and h-how pretty you are. I think about your lips- Oh god- t-theyâre so glossy and soft and I think about feeling t-them wrapped around me.â He whined. One of my hands moved to grab his wrist, leading his free hand to my mouth, taking two of his digits between my lips, sucking his fingers. His slow movements of pumping himself began to quicken, his breath stuttering. âF-fuck please Y/N p-please touch me. Oh my godâ
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a luminous love || tom holland x reader
a/n: I feel like I should apologise for the length of this. I was not intending for it to be as long as itâs ended up, but I hope that doesn't put anyone off! there is also a follow up of this planned: the subsequent road-trip. both are definitely stand aloneâs but there will be a few casual nods to this fic throughout. iâm thinking of doing a couple shorter blurb style fics as these longer ones take up a bit more time to plan and write. also looking to delve into my angsty side after doing so many slice of life, fluff pieces. let me know what you think, thank you all for reading and being amazing as always! come chat! x Â
word count: 2556 warnings: alcohol use summary: its the annual summer BBQ extravaganza at the holland household
The patio doors were wide open, folded in on themselves as shimmering golden sunlight enveloped the kitchen. Sunbeams glinted off the mirrors and glass surfaces, rainbows dancing around the open space. Light music was playing from a portable speaker, the birds chirping along to the soothing tones. You could hear voices all talking over one another, loud laughter and a dog barking. From your position in the hallway you could see people sheltering in the shaded kitchen from the sweltering heat that was London on a glorious summer day. Bodies filtered in and out through the large open space, congregating both inside and out. You felt a gentle squeeze of your hand. Taking your eyes off the crowded room and glancing up, you saw tom had rested his bag in the hallway, and was waiting for you to do the same. âYou okay?â he asked, as you stepped out of your trance and copied Tomâs actions, âItâs only the family, youâve met them before - and a couple family friends...â he trailed off. âOh.No, Iâm excited I promise!â you reassured him. Tom grasped your shoulders, spinning you round slightly so you were standing directly in front of him, your bodies touching. His smile widened, pressing a feather light kiss to the top of your head, âI got you.â You leaned into the kiss, closing your eyes quickly as you soaked up the closeness. You picked up the discarded gift bag, lost in amongst the jumble of things you and Tom had brought in for your quick stay at the Holland household. He entwined your fingers together, rubbing the back of your hand slightly with his thumb before jerking his head questioningly, ready to face the onslaught? you nodded, grinning. Pulling him in close beside you, he stretched his entwined hand across the back of your neck and up over your shoulder casually. âYou werenât having a summer Holland BBQ without your favourite, right?!â he bellows, as you both appear in the kitchen entry way. A myriad of eyes darted over to the pair of you, everything stilling for a millisecond. Even Tessa dropped her ball. Then the place erupted. âOh honey!â âAyy, about time guys.â âFavourite? yeah right!â âOnly in your dreams you div.â âOh look who he brought!! Thank god, I needed someone to talk about...â âMy favourite non-Holland!â The cacophony of voices echoed around the room, people whooping and hollering before finishing their previous conversations. With another light squeeze, you feel the weight of Tomâs arm disappear from around you. His fingers ghosted across your back before he was hugging his brothers, pulling out high fives and fist bumps. You found yourself immediately enveloped into a perfume filled, soft hug, Nikki running a hand through your hair complimenting the slightly lighter colouring, â- Iâm so glad you could both make it! I was worried youâd miss out what with your trip but it looks like we were just in time.â You were heading on a road-trip up to Scotland to visit your family since Tom had some proper free time off work, him wanting to drive and explore some pretty hidden routes with you. Youâd decided to stop off for a night at his familyâs house before heading off the next again morning. âWe wouldnât miss it! Yearly tradition and all, also itâs just a wee thing but please just accept it no questions.â Nikki pulls a face at the gift bag, âYou donât have to do that, youâre family - no need for gifts!â You can feel yourself falling into a grin at the comment before thanking her for letting you stay the night and for the amazing spread. You hear the pitter patter of tiny feet on the tiled floor, before your four-legged friend jumped up on her hind legs, tail thumping the ground and front legs pawing at yours. âOh hi baby, hi Tess!â you coo softly, kneeling on one knee to stretch behind her ear and rub her belly as she continued to hop on her back legs, her tongue sticking out to lick your face.  Her ears suddenly pricked at a whistle, and both your heads turned as she noticed Tom - immediately forgetting about you and bounding over to him. He sticks his tongue out at you menacingly. You rolled your eyes, grinning as you stand back up again. Nikki leading you to a group of people gathered around the island, âAnyway! Letâs get you a drink and introduce you to some friends! Tell us how youâve been, itâs been so long.â //// You were laughing with the twins, watching Paddy show some of his new football tricks. Tessa was trying to get in on the action, pink tongue hanging out as she ran around you all. Youâd already been handed plenty of drink, a table set up in the corner of the kitchen with every kind of spirit laid out for guests to help themselves to. Massive beer crates were stacked next to the fridge, clearly on a rotation. You had met and talked with so many family friends already, before the groups dispersed and you were waved over by some familiar faces. The boys were taking up a whole section of the garden with their games. Far away from the BBQ and food, as directed by Dom. âWhat do you say to a game of beer pong?â Harry asked you, shaking out some of the curls that were beginning to stick to his forehead in the sweltering sunshine, âBet a tenner Iâll sink you.â You laugh, smirking, âAlright kids, youâre on!â He groaned, âI hate that nickname, youâre older than us by literally two months!â Paddy acts as referee as you and Sam pair up against Harry and Harrison who were already squabbling about each otherâs techniques. As you watched your last shot dive into the cup, bopping about slightly, you cheer loudly. The competition, beer drinking and sun already heating up your cheeks, staining them pink. You hug Sam in celebration and made a beeline to Harrison for a commiserationâs handshake-turned-hug, hearing Harry to have it out with his twin next to you.  âCough up, bro.â You held out your hand upright as Harry begrudgingly slapped the ten pounds into your hand. You all start laughing as Harry downs the last cup, not before sloshing it all down himself. //// Youâre lounging in a deckchair, listening to some childhood stories of the boys until you feel a shadow block your sun. âHey darling, you alright?â He hands you two platefuls of food before pulling up an empty deckchair beside you. âHey! So good. Warning Iâve definitely had more than my fair share of your gross beer.â You thank him for the food, pressing a soft and quick kiss to his cheek as he chuckled at you. He had already taken to the sun, his face now painted with a sun kissed glow. You take a minute, swallowing slightly as you take him in. The food plates resting on your lap, he lounges back slightly, a bottle of beer in one hand. Tess immediately jumps into his shorts clad lap, his striped linen shirt was unbuttoned and his dog tags shifted as she lay down, panting and eyes softly blinking in the sun, mouth upturned as if she was smiling. âYou look good.â You whisper as you pass across his food, trying to avoid Tessâs eager snout as you did so. He quirks an eyebrow, âOh really?â he laughs, âHow many beers have you had exactly?â âWell, I played beer pong with your brothers...â He nods his head in understanding, smirking at the slight wobble in your voice. âDid you win?â âYou bet I did!â The hand that was resting on Tessâs back he instead used to high-five you, laughing as he turned his head in search of his brothers. That same hand now resting on your bare thigh comfortably as his leg leant against yours. âWell, if youâve got another round in you later...we can beat them again?â You agree enthusiastically, knowing that youâd be at a slight disadvantage seeing as the sun and alcohol was already going to your head, but that Tom would carry your team easily. More people gather round the two of you with their plates of food, engaging in conversation about golf, work, filming etc kindly including you in their conversations as you munched on your food, hoping it would soak up a little bit of the alcohol. You soon found yourselves back indoors, stomachs nice and full, as you took a break from the sun. Tom was leaning back into the arm of the sofa, wrapping his arm around your back and resting it on the opposite side of you, pulling you super close. He was talking animatedly to the man on his left, one of Dominicâs friends that youâd been introduced to earlier. You were fiddling with Toms tags, lightly dragging them back and forth on their chain as he conversed about his latest job. âI found it!â Nikki announced as she made her way over to the sofa, everyone shifting up as she squeezed in-between you and Harrisonâs girlfriend, who youâd been chatting with on the opposite side of the couch. Tom groaned. âNot another one mum! Iâm surprised you still have any left to show at this point.â Nikki ignored his objections before pulling open the photo album, and immediately you were taken in by the cute small toddler in a variety of places around the house; in the bath, under the christmas tree, in his high chair with chocolate birthday cake all round his face, outside in the grass on a blanket - giant smile plastered across his little face. Tom had rested his chin on your head, peeking over you. His cold tags making your back flinch slightly at the change in temperature. you cooed and laughed along with her as she took you through the book, telling you stories about her eldest, mischievous son. You could feel the vibrations against you as he laughed at different pictures, his mum leaning across to ruffle his hair. âYou two would have the cutest kids, Iâm just saying-â Nikki blurted out. Tom groaned and immediately pulls himself and you up off the couch, â-Iâm just saying! Tom!â âOh, here we go! Mum youâre cut off,â he says laughing, guiding you back out into the sunshine, and past the BBQ, âDad, mums at it again.â Dom sighs, then laughs before heading inside, âWhat has got into her!â  You stifle a giggle, Tom with a hand on either shoulder his body pressed flush against you as he propelled you through the throng of people gathered round a fire pit, and led you back to the beer pong table. âPlease ignore everything my mother just said.â You spin around quickly so youâre chest to chest. Bringing a hand up to cup the back of his neck as you pull him down just slightly, whispering in his ear, âWhilst weâre definitely not ready for kids yet, Iâm definitely not against some practice in techniques...are you?â He pulls his head back sharply, golden eyes coming to life in the glittering sun. His entire face breaks out into a smile, âYouâre such a tease, move it!âÂ
Spinning you back around, he presses you forward brushing your hair behind your shoulder as he sinks some light kisses into the side of your neck, as you both continue towards the beer pong. You pretend to shove him off, his breath tickling your cheek.Â
âPDA! PDA! Ew, get a room guys!â Paddy jokes, cupping his hand around his mouth and announcing to the garden. âWhat are you, twelve?! Thatâs it Pads!â Tom suddenly bounds away from you, leading to a chase as Paddy runs nimbly around the garden; dodging people, chairs, cups and plates - Tom hot on his heels. You burst out laughing, shaking your head as Tom lifted Paddy, chucking him over his shoulder. You sat yourself down on the dry grass, waiting for the boys to finish their play fighting. As you do, you feel a soft body lean itself against you, tail hitting off your legs. âHey baby,â you murmur, clapping and stoking Tess as she lay belly up in the sun, âWhose a clever girl?â //// âHere.â You sit up, having been lying on the grass since the latest beer pong match which led to copious amounts of drinking games. Youâd questioned if the world would stop spinning if you lay down, a chorus of laughter coming from the boys and their friends. Tom passes you a glass of ice-cold water which you gratefully take, before hunkering down next to you himself, sitting with his knees up and his arms clasped around them. You take a couple sips before balancing your cup in the tufts of grass, he opens up one of his arms and you cuddle into him. âYour brothers suck,â you joke, the water chasing away your light headache. He laughs. âThank you for pushing our trip back to fit this in,â You rest your head on his shoulder and look out at all the people, still having a great time despite the fact the sun was slowly disappearing below the trees. âTom. Of course, my folks completely understand. I love your family and you donât always get the time off to see them. Whatâs one extra day, hm?â He turns his face to look at you and you lift your head off his shoulder. You had a spattering of pink across your cheekbones and nose, your freckles peeking out. Your hair was falling out of its messy half up-do. yes twinkling as you looked up at him through your lashes. His hand brushed against your hair and the side of your face before he tilted your chin upwards and took your mouth in his, brushing his lips against yours. You smiled into the kiss, letting him press soft clusters of kisses on your nose and cheekbones. You laugh and bring him back to the centre. âI love you,â he announced, taking a breath before kissing you again - you unconsciously reached for the back of his neck to pull yourself in closer. âI love you too.â you sigh, shifting yourself to now lie between Tomsâ legs. letting him whisper soothing words into your ears, of all the places you were going to visit on your trip.
âOi lovebirds,â Harry comes bouncing over to the two of you. Tom leaning back on his elbows as you sit comfortably between his legs, him tightening them around you.
âI took these. Thought you might like them. Whoâd of thought? You guys actually look really cute.â You hit his arm, as he dramatically yelps and rubs at the attacked area.
He held out the polaroidâs as Tom balanced on one elbow, shifting his weight to the left as he reached out and took the pictures.
âThese are actually sick Haz, thanks bro!â He shifts back, sitting up with your back pressed flush to his stomach as he brought his arms round for you both to look at the small collection of photographs Harry had taken throughout the day.
You smile wide at the joy and love plastered on your faces, a tiny miniature you beaming up at your goofy boyfriend squinting in the sunlight. You feel Tomâs arms wrap around you tighter. breathing each other in, you feel him relax behind you, you trace patterns along his sun kissed skin with your fingers as the sun begins to paint the sky in gorgeous oranges and pinks.
#tom holland#tom holland x reader#tom holland blurb#tom holland imagine#tom holland fanfiction#tom holland fanfic#tom holland x you#tom holland fluff#definitely inspired by the nice weather we've been having#lisa writes
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Found You - J. Oleksiak
Summary: You thought youâd finally found the perfect guy â were you right?
Word count:Â 12k
Warnings: super cute fluff, some angst
A/N: So the wonderful @whatishockey inspired me to write a full story of this Big Rig blurb I wrote in my Valentineâs Day list. Without her encouragement and sweet words this wouldnât be in existence - so thank you! This one is for you đ The scenes in the blurb are referenced but not repeated in this fic, so do feel free to read the blurb too!
Also tagging: @danglesnipecelly @texanstarslove @itsbadgerbadgermushroomâ @chicagoblackhawkslover96 @princessphilly @denis-scorianov @broadstbroskis @thebookofmagsâ @shelbsatansâ @antoinerousselââ
*
It was only meant to be one night. One night in a bar. One night of fun and dancing. One night of passion. A one night stand.
Youâd been out on a girlâs night, cocktails in a local bar, when youâd spotted him across the room. Not just because of how tall and broad he was, head and shoulders above everyone else, butâŚbecause of his smile.
That big confident beautiful smile made your breath hitch in your throat, and the moment that he locked eyes on you and turned the full force of that smile in your direction, you knew you were done for. That smile stayed on his face as he walked over to you, slow smooth and confident, because he knew exactly what effect he was having.
What had surprised you was that it wasnât just quick conversation and back to his. It wasnât just a drink each and then leaving. He danced with you, had several drinks with you, talked with you for hours. It didnât feel like a usual hook-up from a bar â it felt different. He made you feel special.
You didnât know until the next morning that he didnât usually ask a one night stand to stay over. You didnât know until the next morning that heâd never made a hook-up breakfast before. You didnât know until the next morning that he thought meeting you was special too.
Thatâs when everything changed. Instead of the one night you had meant it to be, Jamie had asked for your number, asked you out on a date the very next night. One date turned into two, into three, until it was a month in. A month of incredible sex and amazing dates and a wonderful guy. You knew it was happening so fast, but you were already falling for him. How could you not? You spent every spare moment thinking about him, about seeing him again, even if it was nothing official yet.
Never had anyone treated you like this before. So special, so important. Never had anyone put such a smile on your face, got your stomach filling with butterflies, made you feel so giddy. This guy was different â Jamie was someone worth pursuing something real with.
You could only hope he felt the same way.
*
Jamie couldnât wipe the smile off his face as he ended his Valentineâs Day phone call. Going on a roadtrip two days before Valentineâs Day had really thrown off his original plans. Jamie had initially thought of taking you out on a romantic candlelit dinner, showering you with gifts and taking his time bringing you pleasure over and over again back home, but thanks to hockey he wasnât able to, as much as it frustrated him. Pavs had seen his frustration easily, had suggested surprising you with something to remind you that he was still thinking of you, even when he wasnât there â and Jamie had taken him up on that with the giant bouquet delivered to your office as well as the follow-up phone call tonight.
He definitely hadnât planned on defining his relationship with you over the phone, but the fact that you agreed to be his officially? Even if you wanted to hear it in person too? Mindblowing. Like there was any way he was going to change his mind about this â he hadnât lied at all when he talked to you. He couldnât stop thinking about you, to the point where a lot of the guys on the team were teasing him, but he didnât care.
This feeling, this hopeful wonderful feeling that you gave him whenever you smiled his way â it was everything. That someone like you would even give him the time of day when he could never guarantee being there by your side (ie. Valentineâs Day absence) made him feel like the luckiest guy in the world. Call it sappy, call it head over heels, call it whatever, he didnât care. Being with you made all of it worth it.
He couldnât wait to ask you in person, to take you out to dinner and call you his girlfriend. Just the thought of it put a stupid smile on his face.
And the stupid smile was still there when he left his room a little later to meet the team for dinner.
âWhatâs got you grinning like an idiot?â
Well that was fast. Jamie snapped out of his thoughts, rolling his eyes at Tylerâs words, Dickie, Bish and Pavs all behind him.
âNothing,â Jamie shrugged, although he knew that the smile on his face hadnât dimmed at all, and wasnât exactly helping his case.
âUh huh,â Bish snorted, making Jamie blush slightly.
âAnything to do withâŚhmm, the woman youâve been seeing for a month now?â Pavs teased.
Damn it.
âYeah, alright, you win. I was just on the phone with her,â Jamie admitted.
âYou snuck in phone sex before dinner?â Dickie asked, surprised.
Jamie just punched him in the arm, rolling his eyes as the others laughed.
âNo, I finally asked her to be my girl,â Jamie retorted.
Oh, wait, there was the smile again. Oh well.
âOfficially?â Pavs asked, a big smile on his face too.
âYeah, man, officially,â Jamie nodded, grinning.
Even saying those words felt amazing. Finally. Finally.
âAbout time,â Dickie snickered.
âYeah, yeah, I get it,â Jamie mused.
âYou know his moon eyes are only going to get worse now though,â Tyler teased, âitâs bad enough with that stupid smile on his face,â
âOh man, yeah, he was already enough of a big soft sap before,â Bish nodded, smirking slightly.
âI am right here you know,â Jamie said, rolling his eyes, although his smile still hadnât lessened.
How could his smile change? This was the happiest heâd been in a long time.
âWell I think itâs great that you asked her,â Pavs mused, nudging Tyler with his shoulder.
Tyler nudged him back, sticking his tongue out.
âThanks,â Jamie said warmly, âI know itâs only been a month but sheâs special,â
âBooooo,â
Jamie laughed at the chorus around him, shaking his head. Okay so maybe he was a bit of a sap. But you were worth it, he knew that much. And he didnât care what anyone else thought about it.
âWhat are we booing?â
Jamie looked over at the voice, smiling at the sight of his Captain.
âBig Rig caught feelings,â Dickie teased.
âUgh, feelings,â Benn groaned, although Jamie could see the laughter in his eyes, âcanât have that,â
Jamie just rolled his eyes, laughing. âCan we talk about something other than my love life?â
âI vote yes!â Tyler said loudly, winking at Jamie, âwhere are you paying for dinner, Cap?â
Well at least that fuelled a discussion loud enough to get the attention off him. Now all Jamie needed to do was think of somewhere to take you out for dinner when he got homeâŚ
*
It was another week before Jamie arrived back from his roadtrip. The two of you still spoke on the phone every night, still messaged throughout the day, but knowing that heâd asked you to be his girlfriend? And that heâd agreed to ask you again in person, even just to sooth your own anxiety? Well that changed everything.
You were now Jamie Oleksiakâs girlfriend. Hah. Even just saying it to yourself put the silliest smile on your face. And you couldnât wait to see him again.
Jamie had arranged for the two of you to meet at the restaurant, having made reservations, and then youâd agreed to go over to his after to stay the night. Apparently this was what he had intended to do for Valentineâs Day, to take you out like this â better late than never, right?
So all dressed up in your favourite little black dress and classy stilettos, you met Jamie outside a fancy-looking Italian restaurant. He was already waiting when your uber pulled up, and the smile he greeted you with made your heartbeat race. Wow, he really does look handsome all dressed up in a clean-cut suit.
âHey, you look incredible,â he said in greeting.
He leant down to pressing his lips to yours before you could answer, kissing you slowly and sweetly in a way that made you clutch at the lapels of his suit jacket. Wow. Then he pulled away with a slightly dazed smile, and you knew you must look exactly the same.
âYou look pretty damn good yourself,â was all you could say.
Jamie just grinned. âShall we?â he asked, tilting his head towards the restaurant.
You just tucked your hand into the crook of his arm and nodded.
The two of you walked inside, your breath hitching in your throat at the sophisticated dĂŠcor, trying not to feel out of place as Jamie gave his name for the reservation. He mustâve felt you freeze because he leant down to press a kiss to the top of your head, winking with a cheeky smile, making you giggle and smile back. Jamie wanted you here with him - that was all that mattered.
In no time at all, the two of you were lead to your table, Jamie ordering wine before the waiter left you in peace for a moment.
âSo now that Iâve got you here in personâŚâ
You felt your cheeks warming as he trailed off, that beautiful smile of his making your heart beat a little faster. Well he wasted no time at all.
âYes, Jamie?â you said, trying to be as calm as possible.
âObviously I havenât changed my mind. I was never going to change my mind. Will you be my girlfriend?â he asked.
Your breath hitched in your throat, his blunt question affecting you just like it did when heâd asked you over the phone, and it was all you could do to nod. âYeah of course I will, Jamie. My answer hasnât changed either,â
Jamie laughed softly, almost as if he was relieved, making your chest fill with a little anxiety. Was he really that worried?
âYou didnât think I would change my mind, did you?â you asked, frowning slightly.
Jamieâs eyebrows shot up in surprise. âNo, not really. I justâŚI really like you so I was just filled with so much hope?â he offered.
You couldnât help but laugh, nudging your foot against his.
âI really like you too,â you said, a little shyly.
âWell thatâs good. Because I bought you something,â he said, grinning.
What?
Jamie bit his bottom lip before reaching into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulling out a box. A pale blue box branding that you actually recognised â Tiffanyâs.
Why would heâŚ
âHere, I saw these and thought of you,â Jamie said sweetly, âHappy belated Valentineâs Day,â
You inhaled sharply as he passed you the box, unable to do anything but stay silent as you opened it. Inside were the most beautiful square diamond earrings you had ever seen, perfectly cut and polished. Fuck, these mustâve been so much money. Why did he spend that on you? Why would heâŚwhy? You swallowed heavily, looking back up at him. Jamie seemed to freeze at the trepidation on your face.
âIs something wrong?â he asked nervously.
âIâŚwhy did you buy me something so expensive? I donât needâŚâ
You trailed off, glancing back down at the beautiful earrings before letting out a shaky breath.
âJamie, why?â was all you could say.
His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, and he sighed. âI really did just see these earrings and think how nice they would look on you, and that maybe you would like them? It may sound stupid, but I like buying things for the people I care about. Like, I fought so hard to work my way onto the team, still fight for a permanent place every day, and the fact that things are finally becoming more settled for me means that I have money I never had before,â
You opened your mouth but quickly shut it with a click, the look on Jamieâs face telling you he wasnât finished.
âItâs not about showing off my money though. Everything that Iâve worked for means that I can spend money on things I never wouldâve been able to otherwise. I like being able to treat the most important people in my life. Youâre one of those people now. And I know that you donât need expensive things, which is why I wanted to buy these earrings in the first place. You would never ask â you would never assume you were entitled to them, as the girlfriend of an NHL player. You just like me for me, and I wanted to show you how much that means to me. Itâs, like, my love language or whatever. Seggy made me do a quiz,â
You couldnât help but laugh, hand rising up to cover your smile afterwards. Of all the things to break the emotional moment. âSeggy made you do a quiz?â
Jamie blushed furiously, but nodded. âThe love language thing fits too, how I like to show affection. He said I needed to know how to treat you right, how to show you how I feel. So you would never doubt it, even when Iâm not there,â
You bit your bottom lip, glancing down at the gift once more.
âI donât doubt it,â you said softly.
When you looked back up at him, Jamie had the biggest smile on his face, making your stomach fill with butterflies.
âSo do you like them?â he asked hopefully.
âYeah, of course I do Jamie. JustâŚthis love language thing, it doesnât mean gifts like this all the time, yâknow? Itâs just as meaningful to me to bring me, like, eggs when I run out or a cute pair of socks or whatever,â
Because as much as Jamie wanted to spend his money on you, he really didnât need to. Expensive jewellery, as incredibly beautiful as it is and as astounded as you were that heâd even seen them and thought of you, wasnât something you could use all the time. It could be a balance, right?
âIâll bear that in mind,â Jamie grinned, âThat doesnât mean I wonât buy something for you if I see it though,â
You bit your bottom lip to hide the smile that threatened to spread across your face. Such a ridiculous man. Shutting the box in your hand, you slipped it carefully into your handbag for safekeeping.
âI still canât believe you bought me Tiffanyâs earrings. Iâll save them for special occasions? Theyâre so beautiful, Jamie,â you said, voice filled with wonder, even to your ears.
âLike I said, I saw them and thought of you,â Jamie shrugged, although his smile showed you just how pleased he was with that.
You felt your cheeks warm up at the compliment, a smile spreading across your own lips. âShall we look at the menus before the waiter comes back?â you asked, trying to get the attention of yourself.
Jamie laughed, just nodding. âThatâs probably a good idea,â
You picked up the menu, hiding the smile on your face that had now turned stupid, even more so as Jamie nudged your foot with his again. If this was just him asking you to be his girlfriend? Well, you couldnât wait to see where your relationship went next.
*
You thought the little things Jamie did would stop now that you were official, now that he wasnât trying to woo you anymore.
But if anything, his romantic nature only increased.
Even in only the space of a few days, the few days he had off with light training before his next home game, he delivered another bouquet of flowers to your workplace (making you the envy of your bank of desks) as well as meeting you for lunch every day. You knew it couldnât last, couldnât keep up like this (even just because of the fact that he would go on a roadtrip again soon enough), so you were soaking it all in while you could.
There was nothing wrong with enjoying the âhoneymoon periodâ of your relationship, right?
And it wasnât just flowers and lunches â it was the little things too. Officially being his girlfriend seemed to take a door off its hinges in terms of affection from Jamie. He would give you a gentle kiss on the forehead in passing. He would kiss you on the cheek when you were sitting in his arms watching tv. He gave your hand a little squeeze whenever your hands were clasped, fingers linked while you were walking down the street.
It was all of these little romantic affectionate things that made your heart beat a little faster, your stomach fill with butterflies, your cheeks ache with a smile. He was so so sweet â surely this would last?
You could only hope.
*
Tonight was a big night. Well, perhaps not for some, but for you? Huge.
Tonight you were going to a game for the first time as Jamieâs girlfriend. You were going to be sitting with the other spouses and partners. While you were excited, of course, you were also so nervous. Who wouldnât be? This was a big step. This was public. You were going to be sitting with Jamieâs surname on your jersey, identifying you as his. And that was a lot.
But he was so excited to see you at a game, to see him play when you were official, and there was no way you could say no. This was just nerves, thatâs all. You could get over a few nerves for him, right?
So after putting on a cute pair of boots with your comfiest jeans and a warm long-sleeved top, you slipped on the Oleksiak jersey Jamie had given you, biting your bottom lip when you saw his name across your back. When you saw how much you liked it.
Yeah, maybe you could get used to this.
Hair loosely curled and make-up applied to perfection, you walked into the arena with the pass that Jamie gave you, smiling nervously as you made your way to your seat. The sheer size of the arena never failed to amaze you â the vast white spread of the ice vs the roar of the crowd was always a little overwhelming, which didnât help your nerves. But you tried to focus on that rush of excitement for gametime, the underlying buzz you could already feel from the fans â thatâs what kept your feet moving forward step by step. It wasnât long before you spotted the names Bishop, Cogliano, PavelskiâŚ
âHey, you made it! Tyler said you were coming to support Riggy today,â
Tyler? Oh Seguin, of course, duh.
âYeah Jamie gave Tyler my number, he was pretty enthusiastic about welcoming me to the team,â you said, smiling.
The beautiful blonde rolled her eyes fondly. âYeah that sounds like Tyler,â
You just giggled, earning another smile.
âCome on, Iâll introduce you to everybody before warm-ups start,â she said, âI have no doubt that Riggy will take up all your attention as soon as he gets on the ice,â
Your cheeks flared with heat as she winkedâŚbut her teasing set you at ease. She was welcoming you like you already belonged, like you were already seamlessly part of the group â was that Jamieâs doing? Did he ask them to be nice to you? NoâŚeven if he did, that didnât mean she had to be genuine about it. Deep breaths, you could do this.
âCome on!â she grinned, beckoning you forward.
You grinned back at her, letting her lead you towards the other women. There were a lot of faces, a lot of beautiful glamorous faces to put names to, but by the time youâd been introduced to everyone and guided into a seat, warm-ups started. Without even meaning to, you immediately started searching for Jamieâs familiar body, knowing youâd at least be able to identify him that way, head and shoulders above everyone else as always.
âAww look at Riggy searching for you,â
You bit your lip to hide your smile at Andrea Bishopâs words, just waving as Jamie finally spotted you. When he waved back, his whole face lighting up, the other spouses and partners awwâd and cooed, making you laugh. You didnât hesitate to blow Jamie a kiss, which he pretended to catch and press into his heart, making you laugh again at the cheesiness of the action. Jamie just winked at you before skating off to make some passes, your nerves finally settling.
âOh wow, Tyler was right, you two really are sugary sweet,â
Oops, guilty.
âYeah he is so head over heels, itâs so cute. Thereâs no way Riggy isnât going to be showing off, playing like a beast tonight,â
You just laughed, shrugging.
âI canât wait,â you grinned.
A chorus of cheers sounded from the women around you, making your stomach fill with butterflies. Somehow, with Jamieâs name across your shoulders and the smiles of the women around you, you felt like you belonged. Was it really that easy?
*
Weeks came and went. Games were won and lost. Jamie stayed the ever-sweet gentleman. You slowly relaxed into your new relationship. It felt like you were floating on a cloud, living in a dreamâŚand if was a dream, you sure as hell didnât want to wake up.
Every day he found a way to make you smile, to laugh, to count your lucky stars, and even your family was getting excited about this relationship. Jamie wasâŚeverything. He made it clear that he only wanted the best for you, even to the point of making your Instagram account private due to some unsavoury comments from âfansâ. And it didnât even matter whether you were in his fancy apartment or your not-so-fancy apartment â he made every moment one that you treasured.
It sounds sappy, it sounds dumb, it sounds too good to be true, you knew that. But you didnât care. This was the happiest youâd ever been, and if it was too good to last like this then you were going to embrace and enjoy every single minute of it.
Tonight you were out at a bar with Jamie and his friends, all dolled up for Joel Kivirantaâs birthday, and you just knew that tonight was going to be one to remember.
âHappy birthday Kivi!!â
The birthday boy grinned at the loud cheers, accepting rough pats on the back and hair ruffles as he made his way to the large booth that the Captain had organised, the other Finns walking behind him. The bar was huge â dark lights but classy tables and booths â and while it was busy it wasnât heaving with people. The music was just loud enough and the booths were spread out enough that you had enough privacy from the next group of people. It was the perfect place to celebrate Jamieâs friendâs birthday. You just grinned from where you were sitting on Jamieâs lap, enjoying the feeling of his arms wrapped around you, especially so publicly. All of this still felt so new, even after nearly 3 months in â but being surrounded by this much love, this huge family feelingâŚwell, it was quickly becoming addictive. Who wouldnât want to be in the middle of all of this?
âCaptain buys the first round!â
The man in question rolled his eyes with a grin at Tylerâs loud declaration, dragging Bish up to the bar to help him too.
âReady to let loose tonight?â Jamie murmured in your ear.
âSounds like fun to me,â you grinned, turning your body to face him slightly.
Jamie grinned back, pecking your lips with a gentle kiss, before continuing his conversation with Dickie on his left, making you laugh and turn to Tyler on your right.
âHereâs to a good night!â Tyler smirked.
A good night indeed.
One drink turned to two, which turned to five, which turned to you needing to go to the bathroom pretty badly. You were still in the group booth, but rather than sitting on Jamieâs lap you were sitting next to him, some space having been made after some of the team went off to dance.
âHey, let me past?â you said to Jamie, where he was blocking the exit of the booth.
âWhere are you going?â he frowned.
You rolled your eyes fondly. âTo the bathroom, and no you canât come with,â
Jamie blushed fiercely but quickly stood up to let you out, making you laugh. As he sat back down, you leant down to press a slow sweet kiss to his lips, unable to stop yourself from smiling as Jamieâs hands clutched at your hips. He groaned at the whistles and jeers that sounded around you, making you laugh again, but you pecked one last kiss to his lips before standing up properly.
âDonât miss me too much,â you teased, stepping away from him
âHate to see you go, love to watch you leave!â he called back, earning loud laughter from the group.
You laughed loudly too, shaking your head, blowing him a kiss before you navigated your way across the bar to the bathrooms in the back. Thankfully it was empty, leaving you to do your business in peace. But just as you were pulling your underwear back up, the door crashed open, and two girls entered. From what you could hear, with their giggling and stumbling, they were well past drunk, so you sighed and sat down on the closed toilet seat, preferring to wait until they were gone to leave and wash your hands. Zero drama, please and thank you.
You tuned out as they started talking, Girl 1âs nasally voice loud and abrasive with Girl 2âs giggle already irritatingâŚuntil you heard them start talking about the Stars. Then you couldnât stop yourself from listening.
ââŚyeah itâs one of their birthdays. One of the Finns I think? I donât know. Or care,â Girl 1 said.
Lovely. A big fan then.
âI donât know, I reckon he wouldnât mind a birthday treat,â Girl 2 laughed. You could only imagine the grin on her face, given the giggles from Girl 1.
âItâs such a shame that Big Rig looks out of commission though,â Girl 2 sighed.
Out of commission? Charming.
Then the other girl snickered, and you had no doubt she was rolling her eyes.
âSo what? Itâs not like this one is going to be around very long. He never commits to a steady girl,â her nasal voice said indifferently.
What?
You swallowed heavily, a pit of nausea filling your stomach. She was just making things up, right?
âI donât know, this oneâs already been around longer than usual,â Girl 2 said.
Girl 1, nasty nasal, just giggled. âThen obviously sheâll be out on her ear soon. Sheâs nothing special anyway. Trust me, Big Rigâs never committed before, and that isnât going to change now,â
Oh fuck. You clasped a shaky hand over your mouth to hide the whimper that threatened to spill out. She was lying right? She had to be lying. Fuck, fuck why were you still listening to this?
âCome on, letâs go get some guys to buy us shots,â Girl 1 said.
The two of them walked out of the bathroom, but their smug words rang around your head, and it was all you could do to take a shaky breath, tears filling your eyes. The nausea only got worse, bile rising in your throat, but you took shaky breath after shaky breath until it settled again.
He never commits.
Sheâll be out soon.
Sheâs nothing special.
That isnât going to change.
Oh fuck. You choked out a sob before shaking your head, running a shaky hand through your hair. No, no you couldnât stay around here knowing thatâs what people thought of you. You couldnât bear the stares and the smirks and the snickering. Not tonight, not now, not in front of the whole team and their better halves. JamieâŚhe wouldnât, right? He wouldnât act like that?
But what if they were right?
No, no, they had to be wrong. But stillâŚwhat if?
What the hell were you meant to think? Whatever it was, you couldnât decide here, couldnât decide now. You had to go, that was the only way to preserve at least a little bit of your dignity. Fuck.
Yeah, leaving, collecting your thoughts, taking a step back, that was the way to handle this. Not to make a scene â that really wasnât your style. JamieâŚ
Fuck, Jamie.
Jamie would just have to deal with it tonight. You didnât want to say something youâd regret, that was for sure. So with a deep breath and a brief close of your eyes for confidence, you left your bathroom stall, washing your hands and quickly reapplying your lipstick in the mirror as armour. Yes, leaving was the best idea. At least for tonight.
The nausea returned as you walked back over to the group booth, and you knew that Jamie wasnât the only one that noticed the unease on your face.
âHey, whatâs up?â he frowned.
âI donât feel that great, so Iâm going to head home,â you said softly, just loud enough to be heard over the music.
With that, you grabbed your jacket and walked away, not waiting for an answer. You sure as hell didnât want to give anyone a chance to convince you to stay. But within seconds Jamie was by your side, his own jacket in his hand.
âHey, wait up,â he said, smiling as he rested a hand on your shoulder.
Damn it.
âStay, Jamie,â you said shortly, stopping in your tracks and turning round to face him.
âWhat?â he said, confused, âif you donât feel well then I want to make sure you get home okay,â
âI donât want you to come with me,â you snapped.
The hurt that spread across Jamieâs face made you feel sick all over again, but for different reasons. Oh fuck. ThatâŚthat wasnât what you meant at all. Where did that come from? Damn it.
âUm, IâŚâ
âJust go back to your friends, J,â you sighed, interrupting, âI want to be alone right now,â
âOkay,â he said quietly, shoulders slumped in defeat, âLet me know when you get home?â
You just nodded, offering a weak smile before you turned and walked out towards the exit. Pulling your phone out of your bag, you quickly ordered an uber, thankful there was a car only 4 minutes away. At least something was going right tonight.
âI saw you and Riggy, you know,â
You flinched at the sound of Tylerâs voice as he stepped up next to you but stayed silent, not wanting to get into it. Not with him. Tyler just sighed.
âObviously I donât know what happened or what was said, but seeing you look that angry, and then Riggy looking so upset, only for you to walk out looking just as upset? I couldnât just let you leave like that without checking youâre okay,â Tyler said softly.
Maybe he shouldâve just let it go. But you knew Tyler well enough to know that he wasnât going to drop this, not easily.
âItâs nothing,â you murmured.
Tyler just hmmâd. You laughed weakly, running a hand through your hair. Of all the time for him to be particularly insightful.
âI donât want to talk about it,â you sighed.
Tyler smiled sadly at the defeat in your voice but nodded. At least he wasnât going to push you for a proper answer. At least he was letting you leave with a little bit of dignity.
âLet me know when you get home safe? Iâll let you know when Riggyâs home safe too. Heâs already downed a few shots so I donât think heâs going to be in a good shape,â he said quietly.
It was all you could do to nod, wrapping your arms around yourself. Jamie was lucky to have such a good friend. With another sad smile, Tyler pulled you into a hug, not letting go until your uber pulled up to the curb. He gave your shoulder one last squeeze before stepping backwards, and you shut the door in silence, desperately trying not to break down just yet. The uber driver seemed to sense your mood, pulling away with nothing more than a gruff hello, and you just rested your head against the glass as you noticed Tyler still watching you.
You could only hope that he didnât notice the tears trickling down your cheeks.
*
What a terrible night.
You still werenât entirely sure if leaving had been the best ideaâŚbut you did know that the words those girls said still haunted you. Of course, youâd barely slept, their horrible comments swirling around in your brain, not made any better by the increasingly incoherent pleading texts that Jamie had sent you, as well as the confirmation from Tyler that heâd personally dropped Jamie off at his apartment because he was far too drunk to get home by himself.
You didnât want to dwell on what had happened. But you also didnât want to admit how much your insecurities played into their words. You couldnât bear the thought of any of it being even remotely true â and you also couldnât bear the thought of seeing Jamie look so hurt again.
So what the hell were you meant to do?
It was stupidly early when you dragged yourself out of bed, knowing full well that sleep wasnât coming. You hadnât bothered showering, hair a mess and eyes a little pandary where youâd only half-heartedly removed your make-up last night â coffee was the only thing you were focused on. Sweet sweet coffee, the only thing that was going to get to moving today.
But as you poured your first cup, the buzzer for your front door went, so you went to the intercom with a frown.
âHello?â you asked hesitantly.
âHey, itâs me. Can I come up?â
Jamie. Oh wow. What was he doing here at this time? You didnât answer him, just bit your bottom lip as you pressed the buzzer to let him into the apartment building. There was no point in getting dressed or putting on make-up â he knew full well what you looked like at this time of day so he could deal with it. Well, that, and there was no time to do much anyway. All you did was scrub a little at the stubborn mascara, ensuring you looked a little less tragic and tear-streaked. By the time he was knocking on your front door, anxious butterflies had filled your stomach, but you let him in anyway, taking in his dishevelled appearance, wearing sweatpants and a tshirt that you knew he only wore when he was planning on lying around at home. So why was he wearing them out now?
âThanks for letting me in,â Jamie murmured, closing the front door behind him.
âWhy wouldnât I?â you frowned.
Jamie winced, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. âI wasnât sure where we stood after last night,â
âJamieâŚâ
You trailed off, sighing, the nausea and frustration and desperation of last night flooding your body all over again. Jamie swallowed heavily, taking a step closer towards you, but you couldnât produce any more words.
 âI didnât want this to linger and fester, whatever it is. Whatever happened that set you off last night, whatever it was, I justâŚI wanted to make sure you were okay,â Jamie said sadly.
Any lingering anger or frustration you had fizzled away, and your shoulders slumped in defeat. Jamie frowned as your face crumpled, immediately stepping those final steps forward to pull you into his arms. That was all it took to make you start crying again, awful harrowing sobs into his chest, and Jamie cursed under his breath before holding you tighter, hand rubbing your back soothingly. It was like all the emotions that had hit you full force last night were resurging again now, full blast and agonising, and it was all you could do to bury your face into his tshirt, clutching at the material at the small of his back like an anchor.
You were lost, drowning in the hurt and misery you felt from those nasty words, and Jamie was the only thing keeping your head above water.
Eventually, somehow, your sobs softened down to sniffles, Jamie releasing his hold on you a little.
âWhy donât you take a shower, and then we can talk?â he said softly.
You just nodded miserably, bottom lip still trembling as Jamie gently guided you to the bathroom. You were exhausted â mentally and physically drained â and the only thing you really wanted to do was sleep. But Jamie was right, the two of you needed to talk. He turned on the shower for you, helping you out of your pyjamas, an oversized tshirt and short shorts, nothing sexual about his motions in the slightest. He just wanted to help, as he always did. Sweet gentle giant.
âIâll be outside when youâre ready,â he murmured.
You mustered up a smile and nodded, letting him leave the bathroom before your smile dropped. You let the hot water pour down over your face and body, washing away the angst, the drama, the frustration, the sorrow. Things would get better, right? Youâd get through this, right?
By the time you got out of the shower you felt a little less emotionally shaky, but still physically tired. It wasnât like you could turn Jamie away now though. There was nothing else for it â you had to get back out there and face him. Luckily youâd left your dressing gown in the bathroom, so after drying yourself off and wrapping your hair in a towel, you threw on the dressing gown and headed into your bedroomâŚwhere Jamie was lounging on the bed, legs kicked up and back propped up by pillows.
âDonât you look comfy,â you mused.
The smile he sent you in return, that beautiful big smile, made your stomach fizzle with butterflies.
âHow are you feeling?â he asked, reaching a hand out towards you.
You instinctively took his offered hand in your own, smiling as he squeezed your fingers gently.
âBeen better, been worse,â you shrugged, not wanting to lie.
Jamieâs smile dimmed to a frown. Here it goesâŚ
âWhat happened last night? Everything was fine â or at least I thought it was?â he asked, confused.
Straight to it then.
âI donât think youâre going to like it,â you hesitated.
Jamieâs squeezed your hand again, tugging to gently closer to him, until he could rest a hand on your waist.
âI just want to know what upset you so that I can make sure it doesnât happen again in the future,â Jamie said earnestly, eyes wide and face serious.
Well damn. You sighed, taking a step backwards, earning a frown until you flipped your head upside down to quickly rough-dry your hair, making Jamie laugh softly. You flipped it back with a shrug and a small smile, dropping the damp towel to the floor â if you were going to bare your heart then you wanted to feel a little less ridiculous than with a towel wrapped on your head.
âIt was nothing to do with you. Well, not directly? I was in the bathroom, about to exit the stall to wash my hands when these two girls came in. I stayed sitting in the stall because they sounded really drunk â loud and giggling and stumbling â and I didnât think anything of it until they mentioned the Stars. So I continued to stay in the stall, and thatâs when they started talking about you,â
âAbout me?â Jamie asked, confused.
You bit your lip briefly but nodded.
âYeah, about you. How you never commit to any girl, to any relationship. How Iâll be out the door soon. How Iâm nothing special. How youâd never change just because youâre with me for the moment,â
Jamieâs jaw dropped and he opened his mouthâŚbut you shook your head, needing to finish.
âEverything they said hit me in my insecurities, Jamie. They made me feel like shit and start doubting everything, and I just needed to leave because I didnât want to face anyone. And before I said something to you that I would regret. Then I went ahead and hurt you anyway, which only made me feel worse,â
There it was.
âBaby, youâve got to know that nothing they said is true,â Jamie said gruffly, eyes shining.
Right.
âSo youâve been in a committed relationship before?â you snapped back.
You knew he hadnât. You already knew that. So why did he say it?
âWell, no, that partâs true,â Jamie winced.
âIs that why you send me flowers, buy me gifts, shower me with compliments? Is that what you do? What youâve done with all those other girls?â
As soon as those words left your mouth, you regretted saying them â but it was too late. Jamieâs jaw dropped, hurt flashing across his face just like last night, before he shook his head firmly. âNo, I havenât done any of that with any other girl,â
âYou havenât?â you asked dryly, folding your arms over your chest.
âNo!â he insisted, âThey were never worth it. Yeah, I used to sleep around a little. Iâm not ashamed of that. It was fun and easy and I didnât want the commitment when I was trying to cement a place for myself up on the team. But then I met you, and that all changed,â
You swallowed heavily, looking away from him as your eyes pricked with tears. You wanted to believe. You wanted to believe him so much. By looking away, you missed the way Jamieâs forehead creased with a hurt expression again, but you didnât miss it as he stood up and moved to stand in front of you, so you had no choice but to look up at him.
âI know it sounds like Iâm just saying these things, but itâs true. You can ask any of the guys. Iâve never felt like this before for any woman. Iâve never acted this way around another woman. You are so special to me â and I donât want to go back to that life I had before I met you. This relationship we have is serious to me, and I donât want to lose that because some jealous catty girls made you feel insecure about what we have between us,â
You couldnât help but whimper at his soft words, chin quivering as you fought not to cry again, one hand coming up to cover your mouth. Jamie made a distressed noise, guiding you to sit down on the bed and kneeling down in front of you so you could see the anguish on his face too.
âI donât know what else to do or say for you to believe me. I care about you so much, and I know that my track record doesnât exactly help me out here, but youâre different. What we have is different. Please believe me,â Jamie said desperately.
The devastation in his voice filled your stomach with lead. He really was pouring his whole heart into this, wasnât he? And what reason did you have not to believe him? Were you really going to throw away the best relationship youâd ever had just because of some gossipy girls in the bathroom of a bar?
âOkay,â you whispered.
âOkay?â he asked hopefully.
You swallowed heavily but nodded. âOkay, I believe you. I really want to believe you. So Iâm going to try not to let my insecurity get the better of me,â you said, trying to sound as confident as you could.
The sheer relief on Jamieâs face made your heart beat a little faster. He leant his forehead against yours briefly, just long enough to inhale slowly, before he leant back, smiling the biggest smile youâve ever seen, to which you could do nothing but smile back at him.
âIâm going to prove to you how much you mean to me,â Jamie said firmly.
âJamie, no, I donât need-â
âBut maybe I do. Need to prove it, that is,â he interrupted, eyes wide but serious, âMaybe I need to do this for me,â
You bit your bottom lip but nodded. If thatâs what he needs?
âJust donât go crazy?â you winced.
Jamie laughed softly, but shook his head. âI wonât, I promise,â
Well that was something at least. He moved to sit next to you on the bed, hand lacing with yours again.
âDo you want to nap? Even just for another hour or so?â he said softly.
âOh god, more than anything,â you groaned, nodding.
Jamie laughed, that beautiful smile back on his face, as he reached one arm back to tug his tshirt over his head. He stood up, pausing briefly, before he shoved his sweatpants to the ground, revealing himself to be wearing no underwear at all. He sat back down, eyes hesitant, cock soft against his thigh, completely bare and vulnerable to you, before he reached for your dressing gown sash. You stayed silent as he tugged it open, only moving to help him slip it off your body, leaving you just as bare as him. He smiled at you, ducking his head to give you the gentlest of kisses, before guiding the two of you under the covers.
âYouâre everything to me, baby,â he murmured, hand rising to cup your face.
Your heart swelled with warmth and your eyes filled with tears, making Jamie frown until you captured his lips with a kiss, trying to pour your emotions into the embrace as your hands clutched at his shoulders.
âHey, hey, ssh, itâs okay. Weâre okay,â he mumbled between kisses.
You pulled away from him, inhaling shakily as you nodded.
âHold me while we sleep?â you asked hopefully.
âOf course,â he said softly, smiling sweetly.
That smile was all you needed to reassure you as you turned over, letting him press his chest to your back and wrap his arms around you from behind. As you closed your eyes and relaxed, you felt him press soft absent-minded kisses to your neck, drifting off in the warmth of his hold.
*
Jamie sighed at the number of cars already at the training rink as he parked his car. He knew that his heavier-than-usual drinking at Kiviâs birthday two nights ago had raised some eyebrows, especially from the teammates whoâd seen you leave early. Of course he was happier knowing that things were okay between the two of you again, but he didnât relish the thought of explaining to anyone why youâd left, but if he knew his team (and he did, too well)
How people could be so cruel was beyond him.
He avoided meeting anyoneâs eyes as he walked through the corridor maze to the locker room, just nodding at the few people getting changed when he dropped his bag on the floor. He could hear more people entering the room from wherever theyâd been in the rink before he got there, but it wasnât until Jamie was about to put his skates on that he heard someone clearing their throat next to him.
âHey Riggy, got a minute?â
Jamie looked up at the sound of Tylerâs voice, raising an eyebrow as he noticed his Captain watching, along with Bish, Dickie and Pavs. Great.
âSure,â Jamie said simply.
Tyler beamed at him and started walking out of the room, making Jamie sigh as he followed him into an empty trainerâs room. As soon as the door was closed, Jamie folded his arms over his chest, staring his teammate down.
âIs this an ordered interrogation?â Jamie asked bluntly.
Tyler just grinned, unperturbed. âWell it was either me by myself or a group intervention,â he shrugged.
Oof, no thank you. That wouldâve been all kinds of awkward. Tyler laughed at the grimace on Jamieâs face, nudging Jamie with his shoulder until Jamie unfolded his arms. Tyler jerked his chin at a chair, indicating wordlessly for Jamie to sit down, so he did so, Tyler following his lead and sitting down too.
âYou know we care about you,â Tyler started.
âAww jeez Seggy,â Jamie groaned, interrupting.
Tyler just laughed, kicking out a foot at Jamie, toes lightly tapping his shin.
âIâm serious, man! Youâre not normally a heavy drinker like that and weâre worried. I mean, I know that it had something to do with you and your girl, but she said she didnât want to talk about it while I waited for her uber with her,â
âThank you for making sure she was okay, by the way,â Jamie said, swallowing heavily.
Because he sure as hell hadnât been able to himself.
âYeah of course, Riggy. I care about her too, sheâs a good person,â Tyler shrugged, smiling.
Jamie smiled back, appreciating Tylerâs candid caring nature even more.
âAre the two of you okay?â Tyler asked softly.
Jamie nodded, although he felt his smile dimming a little at the memory of how emotional yesterday had been.
âWe spent yesterday talking, on and off. I went over really early in the morning to confront her. Not in an aggressive way, but like, to make sure she was okay and to ask her what happened? Well, she essentially had a breakdown and eventually told me why she left, and after we napped for a few hours, we just spent the day watching mindless tv in between talking more,â Jamie explained.
Tyler let out a sigh of relief, nodding, making Jamie smile slightly. The fact that his teammate cared so much about his relationship meant so much, especially with how close Tyler had grown with you in only a few months. To have that kind of support was so important to him â the team was like a second family, so it meant a lot to Jamie that theyâd welcomed you with open arms.
âWhat happened? If you donât mind me asking,â Tyler asked.
Jamie sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.
He never commits.
Sheâll be out soon.
Sheâs nothing special.
That isnât going to change.
âShe was in the bathroom and overheard some puck bunnies talking about how I never commit to a relationship and how she was nothing special so Iâd be ending our relationship soon enough. How I would never change,â Jamie muttered.
Tyler groaned, wincing. âShit, I can see why she was so upset,â
Jamie just nodded, frowning. âI understand why she left, really I do. But I just donât know what I can do to help her. People are always going to talk, thatâs a downside of a relationship like this. But I justâŚI like her so much. And I hate that she felt so insecure yesterday, especially since I think sheâs incredible,â
âLookâŚI havenât known her long, and especially not like you do, but what I do know, I get it. I can see why she would be anxious,â Tyler admitted.
âWhy? How?â Jamie frowned.
How could you not see how amazing he thought you were?
âIt may be a couple of months down the line for the two of you, but itâs still new too. New enough. And you did play around a little â not that thereâs anything wrong with that, you were always clear in letting those girls know you didnât want anything serious. Just like youâve been clear with her how much she means to you. This is the first time sheâs had something so direct in person. Itâs justâŚcut her a little slack,â Tyler reminded him.
Jamie felt his heart sink but nodded. Tyler was right. Of course he was right. Just because it felt like it had been years alreadyâŚit was still new. Wonderful and incredible and heartstopping, but new.
âI know, of course I will. I told her Iâm going to prove to her how much she means to me, but I just donât know how,â Jamie said seriously.
Tyler laughed, shaking his head. âYou and your love language man,â
Jamie blushed but shrugged. He wasnât ashamed of how much he enjoyed being able to buy gifts to show his affection â because it wasnât just empty gestures. Whenever he bought something, it was out of love, and every little gift meant something to him.
âAll I can say is combine what you love with what she loves. Canât hurt to have a balance,â Tyler said, shrugging.
Then he laughed at the exasperated look on Jamieâs face.
âDonât make things complicated. Stick with the classics, Riggy. You canât go wrong with the classics,â Tyler grinned.
âYeah, alright you make a good point,â Jamie conceded, nodding.
A fancy dinner? A fancy dinner in a fancy restaurant could work, right? Somewhere special, where he could show you how special you wereâŚ
âAlright I can see the cogs are turning. Weâd better get back to practice though, before Cap comes after us himself,â Tyler mused.
Jamie grimaced, making Tyler cackle as he stood up. He accepted the wordless hug from Tyler without hesitation though, thumping him once on the back before the two of them left the room. He could only hope to get through practice smoothly â he had plans to sweep you off your feet to make.
*
From: Tyler
So I heard from a little birdie that Riggy is taking you out to The French Room tonight?
~
The French Room. Hah. When Jamie had told you he had reservations three days after your long heart to heart, your jaw had dropped. One of the top rated dining places in Downtown Dallas?! And he had reservations?! You were so glad heâd given you forewarning though, because it meant you were able to dress up to match the venue. This wasnât just something you could guess for.
Because somewhere this opulent needed something a little fancier than usual.
Luckily, a couple of weeks back after that first game you attended as Jamieâs girlfriend, some of the spouses and partners had taken you out for a girlsâ afternoon, a boozy lunch with shopping afterwards, and theyâd convinced you to buy a gorgeous pale blue long-sleeved knee-length lace dress, much fancier than you would usually buy, just in case. Just in case was the occasion tonight.
Jamieâs jaw had even dropped when he picked you up, eyes roving over your body, so youâd take it as a win.
Walking into the restaurant had your heart beating so fast â even the ceilings, arched and grand as they were, took your breath away. Jamie just watched you with a smile, hand gentle on your back as the two of you were guided to your secluded table. Jamie gave the waiter your wine order before youâd even sat down, making you laugh softly at the pleased look on his face.
âSomeoneâs prepared,â you teased.
âSomeoneâs worth preparing for,â he shot back, winking.
Your cheeks flushed with heat, only making Jamie smile wider.
âYouâre so beautiful,â Jamie murmured, eyes staring straight into your soul.
âJamie!â you giggled, one hand covering your face in embarrassment.
He laughed, reaching over the table to tug your hand away from your face, linking your fingers with his as he rested your joined hands on the table.
âI mean it. Everyoneâs jealous that Iâm with the most beautiful woman in the room,â Jamie said simply.
âOh you smooth talker,â you mused, cheeks still warm.
âIâm going to keep saying it until you believe me,â he shrugged, laughter in his eyes.
âYour wine?â
Saved by the bell. Or well, the waiter.
âA toast?â Jamie said, picking up his glass when the waiter had left you once more.
âToast to what?â you asked, smiling as you picked up your wine glass too.
âA toast to us,â he said smoothly, âa toast to us and all there is to come,â
You bit your bottom lip to stop the stupid grin threatening to spread across your face, but could do nothing about the butterflies that filled your stomach. The warmth in his eyes as your glasses clinked together made your heartbeat pick up as always, and then there was that beautiful genuine smileâŚhow could you have any chance of surviving that? This was everything you needed after that awful evening â just you and him and a special evening together. What more could you ask for?
Then his smile faded into the most serious expression youâd ever seen him wear, and you swallowed heavily, heart beating fast for all different reasons now.
âI know you have your reservations, your insecurities about us, especially after the other night. All I can do is try to remind you just how much I adore you, how important you are to me. I know you donât need fancy gifts or extravagant dinners all the time, but tonightâŚtonight feels special to me,â Jamie said.
âIt feels special to me too, Jamie,â you replied, a little hesitant, âButâŚâ
âNo buts. Unless itâs your butt,â Jamie mused.
You couldnât help but laugh softly at his cheesy words, the nervous tension breaking a little, although you still felt a little trepidation as Jamieâs tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip. He only did that when he was nervousâŚ
What did he have to be nervous about?
It was when he pulled a red box out of his pocket and passed it across the table to you that you got your answer.
Cartier. Holy shit.
âJamieâŚâ
You trailed off helplessly, only able to stare at the box in shock.
âPlease, will you open it?â Jamie asked softly.
You bit your bottom lip but nodded, opening the lid with a shaky hand.
Inside was a delicate chain bracelet connecting to three overlapping rings, each a different colour of gold â rose gold, yellow gold and white gold. It was beautiful. The most beautiful thing anyone had ever given you. And Jamie had given it to you?
He cleared his throat, making you look back up at him.
âItâs called the sweet trinity. There was a whole blurb about it online, but, uh, from what I remember, the pink stands for love, yellow for fidelity and white for friendship. When I saw that, it makes so much sense to me - they are intertwined because you canât have one without the other. Which is exactly how I feel about you,â
Your breath caught in your throat, your eyes pricking with tears and your mouth going dry. Holy shit. Holy shit.
Jamie saw the overwhelmed expression on your face and leaned forward, hand reaching out to hold yours, bringing your attention back to him.
âI saw the bracelet before theâŚevent the other night. You can ask Tyler, I was with him. He teased me about being head over heels for you already. When I walked past that same Cartier store again today, I just followed my gut and went inside again â and there it was, still sitting on the cushion on display. It felt like fate,â Jamie said softly.
You inhaled sharply, looking down at the beautiful piece of jewellery again. Never had anyone bought you anything like this, never. And you didnât want to know how much it cost â you could only imagine. For him to buy you something like this?
âI donât know what to say,â you murmured, looking back up at him with wide eyes.
âSay youâll wear it?â Jamie asked hopefully.
You laughed a little helplessly, cutting yourself off by biting your bottom lip. How could you ever turn down something that beautiful, when Jamie had thought about it just for you? When heâd gone back, followed his instincts, and still come to the same conclusion?
âYeah, of course I will,â you nodded, smiling widely.
The answering smile that Jamie gave you filled your stomach with butterflies.
âNow?â he asked.
You just squeezed the hand that he was already holding, smile going a little shy as you flipped it over. âWill you help me put it on?â
Jamie inhaled sharply at the thin delicate skin of your wrist but nodded. âYeah, yeah, if you want me to,â
You watched intently as he carefully took the bracelet out of the box, and your cheeks warmed at how gently he moved your wrist with his large hands, turning it just so to get the clasp done up properly. As the cool metal hit your skin, Jamieâs eyes widened, shifting a little darker as his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip. Interesting.
âThat looks amazing on you,â he murmured.
Huh. He really does like it.
You gently trailed a finger over the delicate chain, over the thin skin of your wrist, and Jamie inhaled sharply, making you grin. Maybe Tyler wasnât wrong about this love language thing after all. Maybe it was exactly what Jamie needed.
âMaybe we should look at the menu?â you suggested, tilting your head slightly.
Jamie narrowed his eyes slightly at the teasing lilt in your voice, but smiled slowly, knowing that the obvious desire in his eyes made you squirm in the best way.
âYes, good idea. The night has only just began after all,â Jamie smirked.
Well now there was a thought.
*
You woke up in Jamieâs bed the next morning with an ache between your thighs, early morning light peeking through the curtains, lengthening your body out in a luxurious stretch. Jamie was completely knocked out still beside you, and you couldnât help but bury your face in your pillow to muffle your happy squeal. Last night had been amazing â not just because of the incredible gift Jamie had given you, but because of the feelings behind it. Jamie had shown his heart to you, and you had accepted it entirely. Anxiety and insecurity would never fully go away, but he had more than proven to you that he was committed to your relationship.
How could you be happier? Not only that but the food had been outstanding â Jamieâs eyes constantly flicking down to the jewellery on your wrist - and when the two of you had eventually returned back to Jamieâs home, wellâŚheâd brought you to new heights over and over again, until youâd both collapsed in a blissful heap.
Things could only go up from here, right?
It was when you reached for your phone on the bedside table that you spotted the bracelet in its box again. Biting your lip, you snapped a quick picture and send it to Tyler, the previous nightâs conversation above it.
~
From: Tyler
Whew that is a pretty little gift there.
I canât believe he went back and bought it.
~
To: Tyler
Yeah he said that heâd seen it with you and youâd teased him about it.
~
Not that you had doubted Jamie at all, but it made your stomach fill with butterflies to see Tyler confirm his story without you even asking. Jamie was a man of his word â you could appreciate that.
Again, within seconds, Tyler responded.
~
From: Tyler
When do I not tease him?
The man is nuts about you, you know that.
~
His words put a smile on your face, and you glanced over your shoulder to the sleeping man in question beside you.
~
To: Tyler
Yeah I do know. Iâm a lucky girl.
~
From: Tyler
Just as much as he is a lucky guy.
~
You snorted, shaking your head. Ridiculous man.
âWhatâs so funny?â
You jumped slightly at the rumbling voice beside you and put your phone down before rolling over to face your boyfriend.
âOh nothing, itâs just Tyler,â you shrugged, propping your head up with your hand.
Jamie rolled his eyes fondly. âIt is far too early for you to be texting Seggy when you should be snuggling up with me,â
âOh should I?â you mused.
Jamie growled playfully, scooping his arms around you to tug you towards him, making you shriek and burst out laughing.
âYouâre such a caveman,â you giggled, batting at his chest but making exactly zero moves to escape from his hold.
âIf youâre naked in my bed, you shouldnât be thinking of another man,â Jamie pouted.
And as much as you could tell he was joking, there was also a thread of vulnerability in his voice that made you pause for a moment, before smiling softly.
âFor one, Tyler doesnât know that Iâm naked in your bed. I mean, Iâm sure he can guess, but he doesnât know. And two, I sent him a photo of the bracelet because we were talking about the date yesterday, and I wanted to tell him how wonderful you are,â you said simply.
Jamie bit his bottom lip, but he was unable to hide the grin that spread across his face. He pulled you even closer together, bare bodies fully pressed up against each other now, allowing you to thread your leg between his thick thighs where you were lying on your side facing him. It wasâŚintimate without being intimate. It was perfect.
âTell him how wonderful I am, hmm?â Jamie murmured, hand sliding around your waist.
You gasped softly as that large hand settled lightly on your ass, but you grinned.
âMmhmm, and how lucky I am,â
âIâm the lucky one,â Jamie grinned back.
âThatâs what Tyler said,â you nodded.
âEnough talking about Tyler,â Jamie grumbled, squeezing your ass firmly.
A desperate noise escaped your throat, a wave of heat rushing through your body at the claiming action, Jamieâs eyes going dark.
âDonât stop,â you said, a little breathlessly.
Jamie groaned as if he couldnât help himself, before he captured your mouth in a kiss.
*
The buzzer sounded and that was it.
That was the end of the Stars season.
Your heart felt like it was cracking, breaking right in two. Jamie had fought so hard throughout the months of the playoffs, given his blood, sweat, & tears in his desperation to win the cup. Hell, the whole team had. Another year, another chance slipping through their fingers. You couldnât help but shed tears alongside the other spouses and partners and families in the box, all of you knowing how much this had meant to the men in your lives.
But now it was over, and you had to be there to help them pick up the pieces, to recover, and to come back even stronger. Like there was anywhere else youâd rather be.
The wait for Jamie to be able to leave was excruciating. All you wanted to do was to hold him in your arms, but he (and the rest of the team) had to go through media questions as well as their own team debrief, and by the time Jamie eventually appeared he looked exhausted.
Like, drained to the bone exhausted.
Without a word, Jamie passed you his car keys, linking your hands together as you left the arena. Jamie stayed silent the whole way home, during the drive and even after youâd walked in his front door, to the point where you couldnât hide your worry on your face. What could you do here? How could you help him?
Jamie saw the concern on your face and just pressed a kiss to your forehead, before tugging you gently up the stairs to his bedroom. Silence. All silence. Deafening all-consuming silence that you had no idea what to do with but it was clear that this was all that your boyfriend could handle right now. So you would roll with it, give him what he needed, just be there for him. That part was easy at least.
He stayed silent as he stripped out of his clothes, staying in his underwear, so you followed his lead, thankful for the grateful smile he sent you. It was definitely a new feeling trying to read someone without any verbal prompts, but just the fact that you could tell what Jamie needed after only 6 months without him telling you felt good, like you were doing the right thing.
Jamie guided you into bed with him, waiting until you were settled on your back before he rolled mostly on top of you and buried his face into your neck.
Oh.
Oh Jamie.
You slid your arms around him, one hand rising to play with his messy curls, and you felt him let out a shaky breath, bringing tears to your eyes. This strong wonderful man was barely clinging to his composure and he trusted you to see him so vulnerable? That broke your heart all over again.
Time passed slowly, like wading through molasses, filled only with your fingers stroking Jamieâs curls and his shaky breathing, everything fading out until your world consisted of only the two of you. He needed you. He needed you. He needed you. And there was nowhere you would rather be.
Eventually, Jamie pressed a kiss to your neck, and lifted his head up to look at you.
âThank you,â he murmured.
âWhat for?â you mused, cupping his bearded face with one hand.
âFor being you. For supporting me. For making this suck less. Take your pick,â Jamie shrugged.
You laughed softly but curled your head down slightly to kiss him, just a soft slow kiss, before pulling away again. He still looked tired. Just so done with everything. And if you could help with that, even a little bit, then of course you were going to.
âIâm here for you, whatever you need,â was all you said.
âHold me a little bit longer?â he asked hopefully.
As if you were going to say no to that. Instead of answering, you just pressed his head back down into your neck, earning a huffed laugh against your skin as well as a gentle kiss to the sensitive skin. You could feel his body relaxing finally, melting into yours, and you let your body do the same, the emotions of the day finally catching up with you. Just as you were starting to drift off, you felt Jamie kiss your neck again.
âI donât really know what tomorrow is going to be like. Probably awful. But Iâm glad I get to do it with you by my side,â
This man. This big beautiful tender-hearted man. How did he not realise how devastating he was to your heart?
âIâm not going anywhere. Iâm going to be right here with you, as long as you want me,â you said softly, willing your voice not to crack.
Jamie hummed softly, pressing another kiss to your neck, before he buried his face back down. You cradled his head with your hand, squeezing the arm you had around his waist that little bit tighter. If he needed you to shield him from the world, to protect his head and his heart, then you absolutely would. He had always been there as a rock when you needed him, and there was nothing that could stop you from being the rock he needed in return now.
You didnât know what this summer would bring, but you knew you would be right there by his side. The two of you had found each other out of nowhere, and there was no way you were losing him now. Jamie had your heart, just like you had his, and you couldnât imagine your future without him. It had been a beautiful 6 months together â bring on tomorrow, and every day after that.
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Writing a quick blurb inspired by how my great-grandparents met cause I will never get over how 'soulmate' they were.
CW: World War II, injury, blood mention, food mention, many inaccuracies
"Bed 28 is yours," Lily told Remus as she handed him a clipboard and hurried off to go help one of her own patients.
Remus looked over the charts as he weaved through the busy hospital.
"So tell me, have you ever heard of a case like mine?" The man with curly black hair wiggled his eyebrows as best as he could with bandages around his head.
"No Major Black, I can't say I have. I'm Remus Lupin and I'll be your main nurse" Remus smiled as he
"Impressive, right? My injury?" He seemed very keen on bragging about his injury.
In all honesty, the chance of the grey-eyed man surviving the shot was next to none. A bullet right behind the ear and down through the cheek without missing any life-ending arteries was one for the books.
But Remus wasnât going to give him the satisfaction of being special.
âIâve seen cooler.â He shrugged nonchalantly.
âIâm wounded.â The man said dramatically, throwing a hand over his forehead. âPhysically and emotionally.â He added with a wink.
âStop talking, youâll mess up your stitches.â Remus had to act serious as much as he wanted to laugh.
âThat would be tragic wouldnât it now.â He continued to talk.
âMajor Black-â
âSirius.â He interrupted. âMajor Black sounds too formal.â
âWell, then Sirius. Stop talking and donât move so I can fix your bandages.â
Sirius listened, squeezing his eyes shut and stilled as Remus gently pulled back the wraps.
âSorry,â Remus said apologetically as he got to the stitches and made Sirius hiss in pain.
âNot your fault, darling.â Remus could barely hold back the blush that spread through his face. Sirius was pumped full of pain meds and had no clue what he was saying, he reminded himself.
âThere youâre done.â Remus stood up. âCall me over if you need anything.â
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âWhatâs your middle name?â Sirius asked Remus one day.
âJohn. Why?â
âWell John, where are you from?â
âDonât call me John and Pennsylvania.â
âReally? Me too, what are the odds?â
âAbout 1 in 50 Major, not that special.â
âWhere in Pennsylvania?â
âA small town that youâve probably never heard of.â Remus sighed.
âYou underestimate me, John,â Sirius smirked. âPittsburgh?â
âNo, and stop calling me John.â
âPhilly?â
âNo. I said a small town. Youâre never going to guess it.â
âI take that as a challenge. Sit.â
âIâm working.â
âIâm your patient, so sit and help me with my hearing.â
âYour hearing is pretty good and how would this help.â
âJust sit John.â
âI will if you stop calling me John.â
âFine. Remus, sit.â
He gave in, too exhausted from the long day to argue or fight the opportunity to rest his feet.
âNorth Apollo.â
Remus blinked. Then blinked again.
âAnd 10 points to me,â Sirius smiled cockily.
âHow?â
âThatâs where Iâm from. Now tell me, John, how did we go our entire lives, living in a tiny little town and never meet.â
âI have no idea.â Remus was still in shock. He really, truly had no idea how he had never met Sirius before. If he had he would have remembered the sharp grey eyes and mischievous smirk.
âTell you what Remus John Lupin. When we both get home, Iâll give you a kiss.â The pain meds had finally started to take effect.
âIâll hold you to it.â Remus stood up as Sirius slipped off to sleep.
+++
âNow would you look at that John?â Remus heard a voice walk up behind him as he sat on the creek bank. âWeâre both home and the warâs over.â
The curly-haired man sat down beside him.
âI guess it is.â Remus nodded. âYour wound healed nicely.â
âBadass right?â He pointed to the scar on his cheek.
âVery.â Remus smiled.
âIf my memory was correct, I believe you promised me a kiss when we both got home?â
âYou were in pain and I was just trying to get you to shut up.â Remus tried to hide his panic.
âOh, so you donât want to kiss me?â
âNo, I mean yes.â
âSure about that.â Sirius leaned in.
âNo.â
They kissed softly.
Remus smiled as they pulled away.
âWanna see a trick?â
âHuh?â Remus blinked.
âWatch I can do a cartwheel.â Sirius jumped up and cartwheeled along the bank.
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Jarley Quinn ⏠t.h
A/N: Wow, one of the longest things i ever wrote! got this idea after i watched the joker and Harley Quinn birds of prey and i thought it would be nice to write it... I hope this doesn´t flop, sorry if it´s crap. anyway, enjoy! :) ily,liz <3Â
pairing: Tom Holland x readerÂ
warnings: violent actions, mentions of nearly blowjob?, swearing
w/c: 1.8kÂ
Requests: OPEN
Summary: Your win an Oscar for your amazing role as Harley Quinn´s and Joker´s daughter, but you didn´t knew that Tom Holland aka your role model would be there too.Â
this handwriting = actions and dialogues in the movie
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âGuys, i think that i´m gonna pass outâ Tom said as they all took their seats in the huge hall.
âCalm down Tom, it´s okay, your gonna win thisâ Harry told his brother.
Today was the day. Â Today were the oscars. And Tom got nominated for the best leading role in an action / psycho / R rated movie. Cherry.
And the best thing is, when he should win the oscar, then their gonna show cherry on a huge screen in the hall. That´s sick.
Leonarde Dicaprio, Jennifer Lawrence and a lot of other amazing and unbelievable good actors are gonna see his movie then. Sounds like a dream to him.
âThomas, son, it´s fine, we all believe in you! Your performance in Cherry was amazing and even the Russo Brothers said that it was an oscar worthy performance! Find someone to beat that!â His mother, Nikki, said to her son with a small laugh.
Just when Tom wanted to answer, the Russo brothers came and both sat down next to Tom.
âHello, guys!â Anthony said.
âHello, how are you?â Dominic asked them.
âWere good, and excitedâ Joe told Dom.
âAnd i´m fucking nervousâ Tom whisperd.
âHey, hey, it´s okay to be nervous. Your gonna win this, your gonna rock your speech and in the end everyone will clap for your performance after they all saw the movie!â Anthony told tom.
Tom could only nod before a man came on the stage and started to talk,
âHello Ladies and Gentleman! I hope you all feel well and excited!â
The man went on with his speech and after about 15 minutes talking about some random stuff, he finally said the words that the entire hall craved for.
âAnd now i´m gonna announce the winner for the oscar in the category action / psycho / R rated movieâŚâ
Tom was shaking, Nikki and dominic prayed for their son and Tom´s brothers tried to calm him down a little bit.
âCalm downâ Joe whisperd to Tom.
âI c-can´tâ he stuttered quietly.
The whole hall was so silent, it was creepy.
âY/N Y/L/N!â the man on the stage said into the micro.
Tom had his head hung low after his name wasn´t said.
Everyone started to clap, but when they saw who came on the stage, everyone looked very confused.
âWhat the-â Tom said.
A young women, maybe about 21 â 22 years came on the stage with a beautiful suit on her body.
 âHold on, is this the wrong catergory?â Tom said.
âNo, it´s the action / psycho / R rated movie categoryâ Anthony answerd.
âHow can she-â before Tom could finish his sentence, you started to speak,
âHello Ladies and Gentleman, omg i can´t belive this, sorry, I won´t steal your time, i just want to thank the cast of this amazing movie and my family and friends who support me since we started filming this masterpiece. Thank you so much and enjoy the rest of the night, love youâ you finished.
âAnd now, let´s watch the amazing movie of the oscar winner! Jarley Quinn!â the man said with a huge grin into the mic.
âJarley Quinn? Isn´t it Joker?â Harry said.
âOr Harley Quinn?â Sam said.
âBoys, let´s just watch itâ Nikki told her son´s.
They said a quick and quiet ´okay, sorry´ before the movie began.
Jarley Quinn was written in thick and big letters on the screen, then you appeared onto the huge screen.
You stood infront of a mirror and looked at your reflection in the mirror infront of you. You took each side of your mouth with your fingers and spread them into a big smile before you let me fall and started to cry, tears were running down your cheeks as you still looked into the mirror where you could saw your painted face and green dyed hair. You always painted yourself just like your father and mother did. And the hair were another thing you got from your father. It was funny and interesting.
After this little opening, you went to two graves with the names Joker and Harley Quinn written on them.
âSo that are her parentsâ Tom whisperd to himself.
âObvioslyâ Harry huffed.
âI´m so sorry mamma and daddy, i´m gonna make you proud and i´m gonna make the entire world remember your name, and my name i swearâ you said.
And then, then the scenes came where everyone understood why you got the oscar in the first place. Even the Russo brothers were impressed.
âFuckâ you whisperd to yourself as you saw that you need money for the pills you were fucking addicted to. You don´t even need all these pills, but you basically craved them with passion.
âNot again, please not fucking againâ you yelled through your apartment as you tried to find some money anywhere in the living room or kitchen. You even looked in the bathroom.
âWell, i don´t have another option, soâ you said to yourself in a slightly bitchy way.
You grapped your weapon and put it into your weapon holder that was covered up by your red suit jacked from your father.
Just a few minutes later you stood with a bag full of money, a weapon in your other Hand and huge smile on your face that is covered in the iconic Joker makeup in the middle of the bank while every single person around was on their knees and begged for their lifes.
âI won´t hurt anyone, i swear okay? I just wanted the money, but before i leave, i would like to say something, of course if i´m allowed toâ you said.
The bank women nodded quickly with her head before you said your last sentence,
âYou look so good on your knees, just like i did yesterdayâ you said with an amused laugh before you shot the person that was kneeling infront of you right between their eyes.
You laughed hysterically while you ran out of the bank with the bag and your beautiful weapon.
âOh m-my g-goodâ Nikki whisperd to herself with an shooked expression on her face.
âI mean, that was sick, but it was goodâ Anthony said.
âThat´s rightâ Joe agreed.
âHow has she done that with so much ease?!â Tom whisper â screamed at himself.
After you swallowed your pills, you decieded to go into the club and have a good time, well at least you wanted to have a good time.
The second you stepped into the club, people went silent and didn´t dared to move. But you didn´t liked it.
âWhat? C´mon, go ahead with your talking about whatever you were talking about! I won´t stop you!â you laughed.
You really weren´t here to stop anyone, so you just orderd a drink and looked through the club. You stopped your gaze at one specific couch in the corner of the club, a man, trying to rape a poor little young girl.
âLet´s have some funâ you whisperd to yourself before you took a huge sip from your martini and walked to the scene.
âCan i help you?â The man asked as he saw you standing infront of him while he held the poor girl in a tight grip on his lap.
âNo, but can i help you, little girl?â
âN-noâ she stuttered.
âOkayâ you shrugged before you walked away.
Hold on, let me correct, about to walk away.
You punched him with your fist right on his nose.
âOw! What the f-â before he could finish his sentence, you grapped your weapon and hit his temple with it.
He fell unconscious onto the floor and you laughed again in a quiet creppy way before the girl ran into your arms.
âWoah, woah,woah, i only saved you from getting raped, not moreâ you said.
âYou saved my life, thank youâ the girl said.
âNo, i saved your virginityâ you said before you removed yourself from her grip and went to the exit. Before you could exit the loud and sweaty club, a young but confidence looking men grapped your wrist.
âHello beautyâ he growled.
âHello, with what can i help you mister?â you said with a smile on your face that was still full of the iconic makeup of your father.
âHow about you help me with the little problem down thereâ he said as he looked down to his ownâŚcrotch.
âOf course! Your house?â you answerd with a little smirk.
âMineâ he said before he dragged you into a car.
Just a few moments later, you were on your knees right infront of his naked figure while he sat comfortably on the couch.
âYou gonna be daddy´s good girl?â the man growled quietly.
You nodded with your head before you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue.
âGoodâ he whisperd before he put his hand on the back of your head and directed your mouth to his dick.
But before he could get what he wanted, you pulled your dagger out from your dress pants and stabbed him in his⌠dick.
âOhhhhh shitâ Tom hissed while he lightly held his crotch with his hands.
âFuuuuuck, i know this isn´t real, but that fucking hurtâ Harry said.
âOkay, wowâ Anthony whisperd.
âOW FUCK, YOU LITTLE SLUT!â the man yelled in pain.
You just started to laugh hysterically again and grapped your lighter, plus a tiny Matchstick from the pocket of your suit jacket.
âHold on, wha- what the fuck a-are y-you doing, NO AHHH-!â the man yelled before you lit the matchstick with fire and threw it on his naked body.
You still didn´t stopped laughing in this creppy and loud way as you walked out of the house with a cigarette between your red painted lips.
The next few scenes were violent, brutal, sexual and absolutely disgusting, but at the same time⌠definitely oscar worthy.
âOkay, that was unbelievableâ Harry said as the credits started to roll.
âYou right, that was a true masterpieceâ Sam said with a tiny laugh.
âIt w-was really g-good, yeahâ Tom said quietly.
After the movie ended, you got a lot of praises for your performance. Finally, The hollands and the russo brother´s found you and walked to you.
âThat was amazing Miss Y/n!â Anthony said.
âOh please call me y/n, and thank youâ
âYeah, it was greatâ Tom said quietly.
âThank you so much- hold on, you are Nico walker from cherry right?â you asked Tom.
âYeah, you saw it?â he asked.
âOf course! It was one of the best movies i ever saw!â
The two of you didn´t even noticed that Nikki, Dom, the twins, paddy and the russo brother´s already went as you went on with talking and praises.
âWould y-you maybe l-like to g-go out with me?â Tom asked with an nervous voice.
âOf course!â you asnwerd quickly.
âReally?!â
âYeah, of course, i would actually love to Tommyâ
The nickname melted his heart immerdiately.
âOkay, c-cool, uhm, can i have your number?â Tom asked.
âYes, hereâ
After they exchanged numbers, Tom went to his Family and the Russo brothers.
âAnd? How did it went?â Harry asked with a little smirk.
âGot her numberâ Â tom said proudly.
âNo way! That´s amazing!â Sam said.
âShe is amazingâ tom said with smile.
He can´t wait to see you again.
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Multi-Part Series | One Shots | Drabbles | Extras
* Unwavering (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) - 6.5k, the one where harry cheats (again)
"Right. Maybe we can go out tonight to grab some dinner," She suggested, a hopeful glint in her eyes and he almost felt guilty for putting her on the back burner of his mind. "I really have to go, baby," Peeking his head around her frame, he spotted the untouched toast and apple juice resting on where he should be. "I'm sorry."
^ + Roommate Series (3)Â (4) (5)Â (6) - 9.8k, the one where harry and y/n are roommates
He sighed, âI finished my coffee ages ago. I was just waiting for you to finish studying so we could leave together and go home,â Y/N dropped her fingers from his wrist, slouching the slightest bit as butterflies attacked her stomach. âDonât look at me like that. I just wanted you to get home safe,â He nudged her forehead with the ball of his palm, his face contorting to annoyance.
^ + Notes on Camp (1) (2) (3)Â (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) - 16.5k, the one where harry and y/n are camp counsellors
Y/N looked around to be met with puckered lips and clenched hands as the campers practically requested for her to kiss their favourite counsellor. Wide, hopeful stares were willing her to commit.
âAlright, alright,â She bent her upper body to reach his cheek, licking over her lips once before pressing it on his skin. It was only a quick peck and then she pulled back. He stayed unmoving.
Jacky and Emy poked their finger at him on opposite sides. His cheek dimpling with their small indents. âMaybe you should do it again?â
* Friends Don't (1) (2)Â (3)- 3k, the one where lines are crossed
âItâs Harry Styles fanfiction on Tumblr,â She suggested a conversation, shyly smiling in embarrassment. âI can see that,â He murmured, using his thumb to scroll through the rest of the story, âItâs . . . interesting. People write these about me?â His retort made the situation seem like an utter surprise.
* Digress, Progress, Regress Series - 5k, the one where harry falls out of love
Y/N wondered if there was a chance to fixing what has been lost--what has disappeared as the canvas soaked through in a permeated osmosis. Coating the brush of blue with white paint took several layers to completely cover the mistakes. There had to be an effort in wanting to make the faults and errors completely opaque from the eye; the bleary, watery irises soaked with tears, dampening her lashes in a thick haze as she cried.
Tickle Fights (1) Â - 1.2k, the one where bff!y/n teases harry about his boner
âWhatâs going on here, Harry?â The light tone of her voice indicated that she was teasing him, paired with the subtle movements of her lower half. Harry whined in response, feeling the blood rush downwards to make him even stiffer. âDoes this feel good? Got hard over me straddling you, huh?â It was almost degrading, the way Y/N formed her question yet Harry couldnât help a whimper from lingering in the air. He nodded, hands sliding down to grip at her moving hips.
Real Mature (1)Â (2)Â -Â part two is patron exclusive! - 603 words, the one where bff!harry and y/!n fight
âYou shouldnât have. Iâm sorry for being bitter about you and Ruby,â She rested her forearms on his shoulders in a slant when he stood to his full height. âI know youâre happy with her,â Harry gave her a shy smile that confirmed his words. Ruby is someone special to Harry now and Y/N had to learn how to share his time, attention, and affection. âI reckon Iâm just missing you a lot more now,â Y/Nâs tone was sad and despondent, trailing her gaze to the floor where she almost chuckled at Harryâs fuzzy bunny slippers which she had gotten him.
^ Fine Line Series: Adore You - 1.1k the one where harry and y/n are friends with benefits
Still, with her back against the wall and Harryâs fingers still gripping her hipsâshe waited for his response. I told you I loved you. Say it back, Y/N thought. âI love her, Y/N,â He mumbled against her neck in a drunken stupor. So close.
Kinkmas Blurbs (1 - 7) - 4.6k, the one where itâs all smutty
Maybe it was the way that his jaw ticked harshly every time he threw his head back at a particularly good stroke. You wondered what he was imagining that had him bucking his hips to his fist before realizing that the movements would probably cause you to wake up. Still, his hooded lids didnât peel openânot until a core shaking fondle of his heavy balls forced a choked whine out of his throat.
Harryâs neck snapped to your figure, catching the way you looked at him as if you were in distress that he wasnât cumming anytime soonânot when you were there, willing and able to help.
âFuck, love. âM sorry,â He mumbled, not stopping the flicks of his wrist. In fact, you swore that you could hear the squelching of his clear pre-cum squishing between his fingers.
The Secretary (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) 11k, the one where harry is the CEO and y/n is the assistant (cheating fic)
Two months ago, Y/N unburied a not-so-hidden secret that Harry tried to bury. Two months ago, Y/N walked in on her boyfriend and his secretary fucking on his office table. Two months ago, Y/N experienced everything from pain and discomfort, to disappointment and being scornful. She threaded the line of confronting him or waiting for the day he came forward and admitted it himself. There was a desire for Y/N to see Harry sweat beneath her beady eyes, watching him scratch the back of his pants in a nervous manner. She wanted to hear him stutter as he spat an excuse, she yearned to see him pleading with his gorgeous green eyes for her to stay. Â Y/N craved for his throat to close up, whimpers choked from his trachea because he was losing his stability as she walked away from him.
(s) Tension (1) (2) - 5.3k, the one where harry and y/n hate each other
âSâthat why you hate me so much?â
His fingertips tapped his thigh methodically, crumpling a faint thud against his jeans. With how close they were sitting, Y/Nâs bare knee brushed against his clothing. A burn of desire and anticipation lit inside of her like a dose of gasoline another in a flaming hot fire.
Harry shook his head, âDonât hate you."
Champagne Problems- 4.4k, the one where marriage is a sensitive topic, the 1 - coming soon!
The freshly popped bottle of champagne poured into the flute on the table beside her bubbled and simmered, the sizzling reaction of the golden liquid ignited a moment of realization within her. The reason why her body felt more weighted, why tears filled her glazed eyes, pricking her corneas and threatening to spill down her face. Y/Nâs heart had crackedâshe was certain that everybody around her could hear it.
One Shot
(s) Achy Back - 813 words, the one where harry draws y/n a bath
A pout sat on her face as Harry stopped himself from ducking his head and catching her plush lips with his, craving the sweet taste of her and her strawberry lip balm. Her arms wrapped around his snatched waist, halting his breath at the tightness of her embrace and settling for a kiss on her forehead, the scent of her shampoo wafting in his nostrils, knowing that she had taken shower hours prior.
A Letter to the Man Iâve Loved - 1.5k, the one where harry receives a letter from his ex
Is it really worth it to look back in retrospect about âwhat had beenâ when she can think about âwhat could have beenâ if both of them realized their faults? Granted, he was more resilient in that sense than her, but he was no better at the time. She made mistakes and it had haunted her to this day, practically killing her with each moment she spent without him by her side.
Renegade - 981 words, the one where harry and y/n do a tiktok dance
âWhat are yâdoing?â Harry asked, his eyes wide as his large palms ruffled the fluffy towel on his damp curls. The steam from the bathroom escaped to your bedroom where you were panting with effort, your chest heaving so hard that the peaks of your breasts rose with each breath.
âUh, what are you doing?â You retorted slowly, hiding your hands behind your back were your fingers gripped your phone. Your thumb dug hard on the volume bottom, frantically trying to decrease the music from the phone speaker.
(s) Drop the Towel - 644 words, the one where harry does the âdrop the towelâ challenge
You gasped at the sight, the knife clanging on the marble counter, âOoh, hi there,â
He smirked cockily, watching your eyes observe his body, tongue subconsciously peeking out between your lips until you snapped your head to the window, âOh my god! There are people out there, Harry!â You wailed in alarm, bending over to hand him his towel.
All I Ask - 2.2k, the one where feelings arenât mutual
âI donât want to be scared of what will happen tomorrow or if all we have is right now because weâll have nothing left but I am,â A sob ripped through his throat, emotions were heightened tenfold because she was so close yet so far and they were still Harry and Y/N but at the same time they werenât. Theyâve changed over the span of one night. âAll we have is tonight,â
Little Prince - 583 words, the one where 7-year-old harry takes care of his best friend
âY/N? Y/N! Are you okay? Iâm so so sorry, I didnât mean for that to happen. I swear I wasnât mad at you, I was just jok- Why are you smiling?â Harry yelped, panic evident in his shrill voice. His hands wandered towards her face, tilting it left to right, up and down, searching for any visible and invisible injuries besides the bump on her forehead.
Stressed Out - 1.8k, the one where y/n has a huge term paper due
âWhat dâya mean I donât get it?â He closed the paperback, making sure to clip in his bookmark to save his spot.
A pregnant pause slithered the room. Her fingers typing against the keys of her laptop ceased as she shot him a glare, âYouâre not studying, are you? All you do is write songs, fiddle with a few instruments and sing it in front of people who adore you,â
Valentineâs Day - 1.5k, the one where harry runs into trouble and y/n is there to save him
âShit! Are you crazy?â Y/N gasped in surprise when the passengers seat was occupied, the door opening and slamming shut all while the car moved at a speed of 15 km/h âcursing her forgetfulness for not clicking the locks shut.
âKeep driving!â The passenger shouted, looking back through the windshield.
Dream With Me - 1.3k, the one where y/n has trouble sleeping
Harryâs admiration gets interrupted when a sudden jolt took over Y/Nâs body. He dropped his mouth open a little in shock, rubbing her back soothingly when she whimpered quietly, âShh, itâs okay. Youâre safe with me,â She must have had experienced one of those moments when she was falling until her vision drooped to a shaded black.
Pet Name - 1.2k, the one where bff!harry just wants y/n to call him by his pet name again
His voice emulated a soft, syrupy tone that lingered in the air whenever he spoke. He was the colour honey itselfâgolden and yellow like the colour of the sun. Harry was bright in its sense of intelligence and the way he illuminated the whichever room he entered. His kindness catered to everyoneâs needs and left pieces of his heart wherever he went.
Harry was honey.
Shave - 768 words, the one where harry helps y/n shave her coochie
She sniffles some more, âIâm trying to shave, H. Itâs so itchy but I-I canât reach down there,â
Y/N began to sob. The rattle of the razor clanking on the bathtub floor where she sat her bum on the edge. Her baby bump was causing her to teeter over the porcelain which urged Harry to swiftly plant his hands on her to keep her steady.
âIâm so huge! Iâm the size of a house,â Y/N palmed the crest of her bump, rubbing it loosely as she admired the stretched skin yet slightly wishing that it would disappear and she was holding their baby in her arms instead.
(s) Donât Worry, Darling - 1.5k, the one where y/n rides harry
He slipped down the headboard, resting his back flat on the mattress with Y/N sliding with him. She positioned her feet to rest near his knees, wrapping their limbs together so she could have some sort of sanity whilst Harry incepted on his shattering thrusts. Feet were planted on the mattress to give his lower half elevation to propel his hips against Y/Nâs core. Harryâs fingers left white marks on her skin, gripping the plush flesh and essentially spreading Y/N open as he rapidly shoved his dick over and over inside of her with no signs of slowing down. He staggered for a few moments when her pulsing core emitted dazing throbs over his leaking cock but Y/N was quick to duplicate and resume the pace he had set with the movement of her hips.
To Be Loved - 2.3k, the one where y/nâs feelings are more than friendly
âI love you. Donât you love me back?â
Harryâs eyes visibly widened, clearly taken aback by the question spewing from Y/Nâs mouth. Her heat cheeks and a shy stance; knees knocking against his knobby ones while her dainty hands interlaced her fingers.
Revelation - 2.1k, the one where famous!y/n and harry are spotted together (pre-relationship)
Before there were Harry and Y/N--the power couple--there was Harry and Y/N.
Y/N, who was one of the most sought after female artists in the industry because of her angelic voice. The woman who had managed to catch the lingering stares of every household and the ears of many listeners with her truthful songs; narrative from the experiences she had gone through and shared through the art of songwriting.
Harry, who was quite the artist for the night. Harryâs limbs were being pulled metaphorically every which to ensure that the cameras captured him clapping respectfully in the audience. Others were asking him to stay for a bit more time backstage for content for an upcoming video. Right now, he was sat in his uncomfortable chair beside a handful of producers and well-known singers. A brief hug and whisper with Ariana Grande were enough for their fans to implode about a possible collaboration, granted that Harry had written a song for her album before. But Harry was certain that that feature wasnât coming for a long while.
Apple Cheeks - 1.1k, the one where harry says something and y/n isnât listening
Clearing his throat, he began, âI love you, Y/N. And I know that it might be too soon considering how short our relationship has been so far but I-I really do have strong feelings for you,â
Harry dropped his gaze as soon as he managed to peel off the first three words from his hoarse throat. âYou donât have to say it back. I just wanted to let you know that I really care for you and me. I definitely something for us in the future and I hope you feel the same,â
Dreadful seconds shivered up Harryâs spine. His stare was still fixed on her shuffling feet and the floor. It was painful to hear nothing but silence so Harry decided to courageously lift his head up.
Affliction - 1.5k, the one where Harry breaks down (TW: depressive thoughts)
It wasnât even that Harry did not know how to say ânoâ because he truly did. However, anyone would be worn-out by the amount of exhaustion carried on his back. That cold shudder of loneliness--even when he wasnât alone-- because nobody shared the experience of defeat with him. The twitch of his ears straining to listen when nobody would do the same for him. A subtle jerk of the corners of his lips because he could not keep the smile plastered on his face like paint chipping off the drywalls. The flutter of tired lids waiting to be shut tightly as tears were wrung from his green eyes, lashes tickling his skin underneath the violent colour of his eye bags.
From the Dining Table - 748 words, the one where y/nâs new boyfriend looks a lot like harry
Y/N wondered if her former lover shared the same thoughts as she did. The girl that he woke next toâwas she still there? Did they share the bed togetherânot just in the morningâbut the nights as well? If so, did Harry love her like he did with Y/N? Or was he just pretending to be okay like she was?
Blanket for Two - 990 words, the one where y/n kicks harry out of bed
And now, Harry was in bed with the woman he loves. Her light snores echoing in the dim room and he was staring up at the ceiling, shivering in his bones. If she were awake, Y/N probably would have made a snide, joking comment about how he shouldnât sleep naked, especially in the winter. Â Not like she didnât do that either--she was practically naked with the thin camisole over her body. Â The difference was that Y/N had an extra layer of blanket keeping her warm, shielding her skin from the night air and Harry only had the friction of his palms rubbing against his arms. Â He was sure that he was a hint away from his teeth chattering. Harry had half the mind to dip his freezing feet beneath the blanket and jolt her awake with the change in temperature.
Thatâll show her, he thought.
Around 1:32 - 3.2k, the one where y/n has a wet dream
âWhat?â Harry spat, tugging his shirt over his head, waiting for you to form a coherent excuse. ââThink that jusâ because you woke up horny from a dream that yâcan touch yourself? What a slut. Â Are you that desperate?â
Your cheeks flamed at his words of degradation, doubling your arousal and one that had you smushing your thighs together to relieve the ache. You rolled your eyes as he continued his rant instead of using the time to keep you satisfied. Â That was his job, wasnât it? To make you cum and make you feel nothing but pleasure, yet here he was shaming you for touching yourself. Granted, you did it without his permission and done so while he was asleep beside you, but still.
âWouldnât have touched myself if you treated me well.â
+ Stories in My Eyes - 1.2k, the one where dad!Harry gets woken up in the middle of the night
And while he liked to think that he had gotten the hang ofâquite literallyâ his kid dangling on his leg like some sort of koala, pulling on his hair every time he gave Beau a piggy back ride, and the random visits late at night where the small child would stand at the doorway with his teddy bear so quietly only to say, âCan I sleep with you and mumma?â He was not at all prepared for tonightâsâ events.
+ Feather Boa - 1.5k, the one where harry comes home after the Grammys
Y/N rolled her eyes, âOh, stop that!â
âStop what?â Harry nudged the strap of his custom tote bag higher on his shoulder.
âYou just won a Grammy, you goose!â
Harryâs gaze softened, endeared at how happy Y/N was for him. She was jumping on the tips of her toes, hands clasped in front of her as she stared at him with admiration and awe.
(s) Roughed Up - 2.8k, the one where harryâs domestic and y/nâs mind wanders
You whimper in return, almost collapsing straight on his body when Harry uses your body to move you up and down his cock. His curls flop on the soft pillow beneath his head, sweat matting the tiny hairs to his face. The way he looks at you with such intensity and a certain kind of awe as if he couldnât believe that this was really happening is rewarding. Hooded eyes observing how your body twitches in his grip, gasping at how strong he felt underneath you like you were merely a ragdoll to be played wit
Pudding Cups - 1k, the one after harry steals food from the kitchen (Notes on Camp Extras)
âSo is it common practice for counsellors to steal food from the kitchen?â
Harry lifts his head up at inquiry, shifting his attention from gently taking out the contents of the reusable bag towards Y/N. Â She was laying on his mattress, flat on her back as she stared at the wooden ceiling. Â If she looked closely, Y/N was sure that his light bulb was flickering the tiniest bit and usually, she wouldâve been freaking out over the fact that she was in the middle of the woods, hovering over a potential power cut. Â But the fear subsided once she reminded herself that Harry was around.
âHopefully not,â He muses with a suggestive eyebrow.
Drabbles:
(s) Drabble #1: Fratboy!Harry - 469 words, the one where y/n meets fratboy!harry at a party
Y/N snapped her head towards the member. When she applied for the rush, she didnât expect that she would have to sleep with someone in order to officially join the sorority. Â âWhat? Why him?
Sadie chuckled, sensing the panic in her voice. âDonât worry, Harryâs nice. Besides, everybody does it,â She swirled her drink around, mixing the liquids together. Her lashes draped over her cheeks, almost touching the apples. âAre you in?â
Drabble #2: Asshole!Harry - 848 words, the one where harry cheats
You were calm, silent, and patient to see where he would take the conversation. Guilt was not present when you stood face to face in a battle of tranquility that pierced through your heart. His eyes gleamed in concealed smugness while his tongue curled in endless apologies. You knew him too well that he didnât even stand a chance to hide his true intentions. But to Harry, you were a naive little girl that failed to acknowledge the difference between his acting and the truth.
(s) Drabble #3: Tease - 1.4k, the one where harry teases y/n
Harry plunged two fingers in her hole carefully, biting his lip to suppress the sound he was bound to release from the feeling of her wet walls suffocating his digits. He delivered punctual thrust, making sure to graze her sensitive spot to heighten her arousal. âHarry,â
He stepped back abruptly, pulling his fingers out and creating distance between them. âWe have dinner to get to,â
(s) Drabble #4: Dessert - 1.7k, the one where y/n makes dinner but harry wants dessert
His thoughts were always about her no matter how hard he tried not to. And the fact that she took the time out of her day to prepare him something that he will enjoy; well, Harryâs heart just about swelled up to three times the size in his thumping chest.
She pulled away, shaking her head adamantly, âNo way! I spent all day cooking and youâre not gonna skip it just to eat my pussy,â
He the corners of his eyes squinted in offence at her description, âYour pussyâs top tier, baby.â Harry âtskedâ his tongue, âIf yeh didnât know that already, then Iâm doing a horrid job,â
(s) Drabble #5: Mine - 579 words, the one where harry is obsessed with y/ns tits
But he couldnât exactly do that when all Harry wanted to do was do her. The smooth skin was supported by a navy blue push-up bra; he could tell by the lace mesh that he could see peeking out. It gave Y/N every favour because Harry was trying so hard not to let saliva pool in his mouth and drip out in a line of drool, his eyes widening with each movement she made with her arms, jostling her boobs a little bit here and there.
âHello? Can you hear me?â Y/N waved her arms to catch his attention. A frown creased her brows as he blinked sluggishly before finding enough coherence to recognize that she was trying to talk to him.
(s) Drabble #6: Early Mornings - 1k, the one where harry thinks y/n is prettiest in the morning
âGet to see yaâ when youâre most beautiful,â Harry tickled his nose on hers, smiling at the way the feature scrunched up as she giggled. He groaned at the contractions her walls gave while her tummy flipped in gentle laughter. âOi! Whatâs so funny?â He smushed her face with kisses, pausing his thrust halfway through which had her whining.
Drabble #7: Getaway - 952 words, the one where harry is always cold in the mornings
"Y/N, have you taken my purple bathrobe?"
âNo,â Y/N tugged the lavender coloured fabric by the sleeves first. Then, by the lapels draping over her chest, drawing them tighter to block the gust of wind currently caressing Harryâs floppy curls.
Twisting his body, a knowing look overtook Harryâs face as Y/N exited the cabin door. The sheepish smile on his loverâs face granting all the information he needed for this morningâs chilly inception.
There she was, clad in the said purple bathrobe.
Drabble #8: A Little Chilly - 451 words, the one where harry sleeps on the couch
ââS my bed. Dunno why Lydia canât jusâ stay on the couch,â
âItâs Y/N!â She wailed, walking closer to the doorframe with her arms crossed over her chest.
âDear, we didnât know that you were coming home,â Anne tried reasoning with him, not seeing the gravity of the situation as Harry was making it out to be.
Text Messages:
Text Messages #1 - âwould you love me if I was snail?â
Text Messages #2 - âdid you know we had a quiz today?â
Text messages #3 - âdid you steal my hoodie?â
Notes/Behind the Scenes
Notes: Tarnish
Notes: Stressed Out
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