#just short blurbs and snippets

[starmocha]

I've read the last snowdrop fic exactly 6 times since you've posted it. I wanted to send an ask right away but I also wanted to calm down and write something coherent lol.

I gotta start by saying how adorable teeny tiny snowdrop is. The mere image of him as a newborn in Zayne's arms is just 😍

MC trusting him but being a little unsure to leave the baby alone because she's a new mom and she wants her baby on her all the time was a nice detail. Zayne being understanding and reassuring too.

I love how he started to talk to his baby all calm but the second the hiccups started, Zayne's concern increased and he started comforting him so gently 🥺

I live in a stupid tropical country and we joke we have no winter here, just a cold breeze that lasts for a week followed by a massive heatwave so you have no idea how much I wish I could get out of the shower and into the arms of a partner with an ice evol lmao

Absolutely loved how snowdrop's already giving his dad so many kisses on the cheek to convince him to carry him around the house for a bit longer. He might be a near perfect clone of his dad but those are MC's genes at work right there 😂

Snowdrop ditching his first dip in the ocean water to slumber peacefully on his father's lap is very understandable. We stan that little smart baby.

Oh and MC complimenting her dear husband and dear husband's little "fine"? He knows he's hot!!!! (Every time I use the wolf cut on him, I get giddy about Zayne apparently liking it so much that he can't stop checking himself out in the mirror lol)

THE ZOO SCENE

THE ENTIRE ZOO SCENE

OMG WHY IS IT SO ADORABLE LIKE HOLY MOLY

Zayne crouching next to his little boy, holding him and showing him the koalas 🐨 😍 Snowdrop being so excited he's poitung and patting his dad's arm at the same time, MC taking the pictures and Zayne being carefree and telling his son to smile

AND OMG YOU CAPTURED THE WAY LITTLE KIDS TAKE PICTURES SO PERFECTLY

You have NO idea how many pics there are of me as a little kid staring at the camera, tilting my head, smiling and clasping my hand FOR NO APPARENT REASON lmao

It's very cute how he coaxed snowdrop into going after MC but oh my god OH MY GOD the way I was smiling at Zayne feeling so PROUD that his son is adorable and looks like him to the point people around them can't help but comment on it 😍😍😍😍

Can't comment too much on the park scene 'cause it choked me up every time I read it, but the emotional awareness of that little boy hugging his dad and reassuring him of his love even though he has no idea why his dad got a little sad all of sudden 🥹🥹

And:

...his cheek nuzzling against his son’s hair. “I love you, too, my sweet little boy.”

🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

The last scene is so adorable!! Zayne playing along, pretending not to notice his son AND OMG ALL THE KISSES TO MAKE HIS DAD FEEL BETTER

AND THEN ALL THE KISSES ZAYNE GIVES BACK

MY HEEEEAAAAAARTTTTTT 🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

This was so lovely, cutest father-son duo ever. I'm just absolutely in love with this little family, with Zayne practically overflowing with love and care for his wife and son, accepting his fate as a portable A/C as long as he gets kisses and hugs as payment 😍

ANON, I'VE REREAD THIS MESSAGE SEVERAL TIMES MYSELF. I was kicking my feet and giggling. I love it when readers let me know all of the parts they like or even just commenting on each section 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

Yes tiny Snowdrop 🤏 cradled in Zayne's arms and sleeping on his chest 🥺 and don't get me started on the skin-to-skin contact with newborn Snowdrop

I trust that MC and Zayne will have a healthy communicative relationship. Their marriage is a partnership and they will support one another. 🥹

omg Anon switch country with me pls I'm still lowkey stuck in winter here lol no jokes, a few weeks ago we had one day 77°F and then the next day we had a blizzard 🙂 It's common here to experience all four seasons within 24 hours 🙂 I'm a hot-weather girlie 🙂 I'm miserable here fighting for my life in negative-degree weathers 🙂

SNOWDROP MAY LOOK LIKE HIS FATHER, BUT HIS GREMLIN TENDENCIES ARE HIS MOTHER'S GENES AT WORK LOL. You're gonna like him in the next story I'm posting. His gremlin genes take center stage lol

I LOVE THE ZOO SCENE TOO. I love the little moments of them as a family of three just as much as I love writing Zayne bonding with his son 🥹

So, I used to take photos of my nieces and my friends' kids when they were babies and toddlers. I don't like making them pose, so I would let them explore an area on their own and I would follow after them with my camera at their height and take photos of them like that. They always come out so sweet and natural, because you're capturing the world through their eyes. 🥹 in case anyone wonders why I may seem to write toddlers and babies pretty well

THE PARK SCENE. No, but why was I crying as I wrote that 🗿 There's a similar scene in a future Sylus + Birdie fic and I nearly sobbed. But that won't be for a while... I want at least three or four Birdie fics before that particular one....

Speaking of Zayne resigning to his fate as a portable A/C... the other day I imagined a cheeky 17-year-old Snowdrop one day hugging his dad from behind and Zayne wonders what's gotten into him.

And Snowdrop being the gremlin that he is just teases his dad and says he wants to use his personal portable A/C one last time before he goes to college. 🥺 Cue Zayne pausing, suddenly finding the moment bittersweet as he quietly scoffs affectionately, "You're just like your mother... Always messing with me."

"I love you, Dad."

“I love you, too, my sweet little boy.”

"I'm not little anymore."

"In my eyes, you'll always be my sweet little boy."

[stellewriites]

ghost and soap that move in together in between missions to save on money and eventually - inevitably - fall into bed together. but somethings missing

they’re both a little too sharp around the edges, need something sweet to ease their cravings and soften their bites, but no one fits right

until you, that is. so don’t be surprised when they make sure you’re sticking around by any means necessary

[furryarbiterangel]

The crystals are gone when you look away, so look away and they'll whisper you your fate as they fade.

"Go" they whisper "go to the place you cannot face alone, stand tall and proud and tell them what you've done"

"But it'll kill me" you whimper, fear coursing through you. You know you cannot survive this.

The crystals do not answer and you know they're gone. They have no further advice to guide you. They only tell you what will be.

You fall to your knees.

If that is your fate. Then you must go. To the place you cannot face alone.

The depths of your own mind.

[heavensoutofsight]

voice memos | b.e.

SYNOPSIS: billie loves to record voice memos... for everything.

WORD COUNT: 783

TAGS/WARNINGS: fluff & smut (mention of oral and strap-on sex)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: just a short little blurb that i found in my drafts and completely forgot about. i'm sorry this account has been so dead recently, here's something to hopefully hold y'all over 😔 hope you guys enjoy as alwayssss

[ taglist: @hannahluvsbillie, @bilssturns , @bla1rxoxo, @billiesrighthand, @weluvwbb, @belleishot, @natbelovasblog, @wilfdflwr8, @likefirenrain, @amara-eilish, @sevikasleftbicep ]

(forgot to add the taglist again y'all i'm stoopid)

the thing about billie, is that she loves to record things.

given her career as a singer, her ears were especially adept at picking up new sounds everywhere she went. anything from a dentist drill to the sound of a crosswalk was fair game to use in a song—if it sounded cool, she was recording it, and her little habit of being fascinated by the randomest sounds completely endeared you.

but, she didn't always record things for the sake of putting them in songs. she often recorded moments in her life that she just wanted to keep as a memory. sometimes it was the cute sound of shark snoring, the sound of her fans screaming for her from backstage, or even a recording of thunder and rain, just because the sound of the droplets hitting the window sounded calming to her. most often, though, her voice memos involved you.

they were often recordings of simple moments. one recording was of the two of you having a laughing fit over some random internet meme—it was exactly 30 seconds long, and all that could be heard was the sound of the both of you gasping for air. another recording consisted of the sound of food sizzling in a pan, with The Office playing in the background mixed with the soft sound of billie's humming and shark's whines as he begged for food. there was even a recording of you and billie having a late night conversation, one in which billie was venting to you about the stress her celebrity life gave you, and you comforting her with words laced in love and sincerity; private words, that no one else would hear except billie on the random nights she decided to replay the audio for herself.

but there was something else billie loved recording as well. something that absolutely no one was allowed to hear. sometimes, she'd share snippets of audio recordings for her curious fans on instagram—but these recordings were so private that she had them all on a sacred flash drive that she protected like it was gold.

it started one night when the both of you were in her home studio. she was feeling frustrated—she couldn't get a specific melody right for a song she was working on. she was tense and clearly deep in her thoughts. you, being the caring girlfriend you are, hated seeing billie so upset with herself; so you offered to take her mind off of the music for a bit, getting her to look away from the production software open on her laptop and at your face instead. you kissed her gently, whispering to her that the song would still be there tomorrow and you could return to it then. one kiss turned into two, which quickly turned into three, and then four, and eventually, the two of you were passionately devouring each other's lips right in the middle of the studio.

soon enough, you found yourself leaning over the desk, bending over slightly as billie was on her knees, eating you out like a woman starved from behind. every flick of her tongue was so precise, so skilled, and in only a few minutes she already had your knees buckling. your moans were so loud, filling the room and reverberating off the walls. billie loved the sound of your moans of pleasure so much—she couldn't help but pause for a moment to grab her phone and open up her voice memos app.

"billie—?" you had whined, confused and disappointed at her stopping.

"just wanna save this for later, mama." she replied, pressing record, and diving back in, picking up exactly where she left off.

you quickly realized what she meant when she mentioned "saving this for later" and all you could was let out a breathy chuckle.

"you are so fucking dirty, billie—" you said through high-pitched gasps as you felt billie's fingers rub your folds.

"you love it." she replied—and it was true. you did, because from then on, billie recording the sound your lovemaking became somewhat of a tradition.

she loved recording you when she fucked you with her strap, the sound of your pussy squelching with each thrust so deliciously filthy to billie's ears. she was addicted to the sound of her skin meeting yours, addicted to the sound of your whines and your deep groans of her name. the mattress squeaking under the weight of the both of you was the cherry on top.

nobody knew that when she was all alone in her hotel room, in need of stress relief, she'd come back to those very voice memos, the ones she recorded for her ears only.

[wosospacegirl]

Little less hidden - Kika Nazareth

Summary: Little moments, quiet glances, and blurry Instagram stories—snippets of how Y/N and Kika slowly, accidentally, and tenderly became public.

Word count: 1.3k

This is part of my 1k comemoration blurb! <3

Masterlist

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- The Media's Reaction:

To the media, nothing about Y/n and Kika's relationship stood out. The press loved to talk about how close the two were, but it was always framed in a strictly professional context. 

Y/n was just so serious. 

Whenever her relationship with Kika came up, she'd don her usual professional mask, her expression stiff, her tone even more so. 

“The team is doing everything it can to support Kika during this time,” she would say, her face a perfect picture of composure.

No one suspected anything more was going on. 

To them, Y/n was the definition of professional. A player who didn’t smile for the cameras, who had no time for distractions. 

She’d support Kika like she supported her teammates: with commitment, discipline, and a focus on performance.

But what the media didn’t see? The way Y/n carefully wrapped ice around Kika’s leg after a tough physio session or how she always made sure Kika had someone to sit with during a game, since she wasn’t allow to play yet.

- The Fans' Reaction:

The fans, on the other hand, had a completely different story. 

They noticed everything. 

The tiniest shift in Y/n’s demeanor, a hint of a smile when Kika came near, a moment of laughter they hadn’t heard before. 

And they were quick to catch on.

Y/n, who never showed emotion, was suddenly showing a softer side around Kika. Fans knew there had to be something more going on.

It all started when Y/n would show up to training a little earlier than usual. 

Not for the drills, but for the hope that she would  catch Kika trying to sneak a breakfast that was nothing short of chaotic. She knew it was bad for Kika, but it was endearing all the same. 

And then there were the gym sessions–where Y/n would complain endlessly about the songs Kika loved, pretending she hated them, but carefully logging every song title on her Spotify.

Then came the pitch.

When Kika wasn’t playing due to her injury, Y/n gave her all—not just for the win, but to somehow carry Kika’s presence on the field, feeling like she was playing for her.

The first moment it became undeniable? 

When Y/n hugged Kika after winning the Champions League semi-final. Kika, tears in her eyes, her face buried in Y/n's shoulder, her smile pure and radiant. 

And Y/n? She couldn’t help but smile too. 

It was all over Twitter. 

Fans flooded the comments with “What’s going on?” “Are they together?” and “Look at the way they look at each other!”

- The Quiet Realization:

After that moment, things only seemed to get more complicated for Y/n. 

She couldn’t deny it anymore. She could feel it–the shift in their relationship. 

What had started as support for a teammate, a friend, was turning into something more, something deeper. 

She didn't know exactly when it happened, but she was starting to fall for Kika.

Y/n’s default instinct was to compartmentalize, to suppress her feelings, but with every glance shared with Kika, it became harder. 

She kept it under wraps, of course–until one day, she couldn’t.

- Kika’s Bold Move:

Kika, on the other hand, wasn’t as cautious. 

She wanted to share their love with the world, to let it be known. But she understood Y/n’s hesitation. 

So, she respected the boundaries. No holding hands in public. No public displays of affection. Their relationship was strictly professional in the eyes of the world.

Still, Kika couldn’t help but want to share a cheeky post–a playful picture of the two of them. 

But Y/n wasn’t having it. She wasn’t ready to go public, not yet. “It’s too soon,” she said. “We’re not there yet.”

And so, Kika kept quiet. 

But their quiet little moments were telling in their own way. Kika would sneak her hand into the frame of a picture Y/n was taking, and Y/n would subtly hide Kika’s presence in her own minimalist shots.

- The Breakthrough:

Until one day, everything changed. 

Kika and Y/n were lying together in the hotel room, tired but content. They had just come back from a grueling match. 

Kika had her phone in hand, Y/n next to her. They took a mirror selfie, faces barely visible–Y/n’s face hidden behind the phone and Kika’s barely visible in the reflection. It wasn’t much, just a quiet moment captured.

Y/n didn’t think twice. She posted it on her Instagram stories. No words. No emojis. No hearts. Just the photo.

It was a subtle admission. The fans went wild. 

They knew what it meant, even if the rest of the world didn’t. It was a quiet declaration of their relationship, but it was a declaration nonetheless.

- What Comes Next

The media may not have known the full truth, but the fans? 

They had seen enough to know that something was up.

And though Kika and Y/n hadn’t officially told the world, they knew they were in it together. And in time, the rest of the world would catch up.

- Reactions 

The morning after Y/n’s post, she woke up to chaos.

Her phone buzzed nonstop. Mentions, tags, screenshots, blurry zoom-ins, fan theories. The story had already expired from her Instagram, but that didn’t stop fans from dissecting every pixel. 

They would zoomed in to confirm the mole on Y/n’s wrist, matched the bedsheets to a photo Kika had once posted, and compiled it into a 3-minute TikTok essay titled “Y/n and Kika: Soft Launch Confirmed.”

Kika’s response? A smug little grin across the breakfast table as she scrolled through the discourse, occasionally reading fan tweets aloud just to watch Y/n roll her eyes.

“‘They are the softest soft launch in Woso history,’” Kika quoted, eyes dancing. “Oh wait, here’s another: ‘This is how I want to be loved–quietly, gently, in the corner of an Instagram story.’” She giggled. “Poetic, no?”

Y/n groaned, hiding her face in her hoodie. “I didn’t even tag you.”

“Didn’t need to. You posted us. That’s louder than any tag.”

The team noticed the shift too, of course.

 For the first time, their teasing turned to quiet respect. Alexia, ever the observant captain, gave Y/n a look across the locker room–half proud, half knowing.

“You good?” she asked quietly one day.

Y/n didn’t say anything at first, just nodded. But her shoulders were more relaxed. Her face a little less guarded. 

She was starting to let herself have this.

Kika, for all her patience, was now daring a little more. 

Her hand would linger on Y/n’s back as they walked through the tunnel. 

They would sit closer during team meetings. There were still no overt declarations, no big PDA, but the change was there, undeniable and steady.

Fans continued to speculate, but the tone had changed. They weren’t just shipping anymore, they were rooting for them. 

And eventually, when the next season rolled in and Barça’s official photographer posted a candid of Y/n with her hand in Kika’s—unposed, natural, unmistakably theirs–it didn’t come as a surprise.

No captions were needed. No official statement. It was just them, as they always had been, now just a little less hidden.

They didn’t rush anything. Slowly and naturally, they let the world see more.

A blurry selfie in Kika’s story, with a barely visible smile pressed against her cheek.

Y/n in the background of a TikTok, wearing Kika’s hoodie.

A post-match hug that lingered a second longer than usual, and this time, Y/n didn’t look around first to check who was watching.

By the time they soft-launched again—this time with a post from Kika, a photo of them holding hands around Barcelona, it didn’t feel like news. It just felt like the world catching up to something that had been quietly blooming all along.

Y/n still wasn’t one for grand gestures, but she didn't flinch when fans recognized them at cafés, or when someone asked for a picture and Kika took her hand before posing.

She had Kika. And that, quietly, loudly, publicly or privately, was more than enough.

..

a/n: Hope you guys liked it <3

[starsinthesky5]

ARCH. I need to know. I need to know your thoughts on reader pranking Joe with slamming the driver side door while he’s in it (the trend on tik tok) and seeing him get out of the car afterwards with this *yeah you’re in trouble face* and what he would do after

🤤🤤🤤🤤just give us a lil snippet of what would happen

yeah, you’re in trouble || joe burrow x reader

description: the ask pretty much sums it up ;)

a/n: wow? arch wrote a blurb? are pigs flying??? anyway, ignore how rushed this is i wrote this in 3 hours so if it sucks do not tell me ;)

also, YBWM is still coming soon! thanks for your patience my loves

word count: 3.2 k

warnings: language, smut, MDNI, usage of she/her and not you

taglist: (ask to be added): @joeyfranchise @joeyb1989 @joeyburrrow @softburrow @burrowbarbie @yelenasbraid @lovelyburrow @grittysbiggestfan @definitelynotdomanique @starkeyswomen @lilfreakjez @fourburrow

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the past few months had been nothing short of long, disappointing, and so incredibly tiring for her and joe, and the effect it had on them was something they both frowned upon. they didn’t realize when it happened, but things just stopped becoming fun, everything felt so suffocating and serious, like things had to be perfect and there was no room for them to just exist. but now that it was peak off-season—hot, sunny, and the wind carried that carefree energy they craved—it was time for a vacation. a real vacation, just the two of them, with no games or cameras. joe was beyond exhausted by the lifeless Ohio scenery that he was constantly surrounded by, so when he proposed the idea of a road trip to sunny, gorgeous, Florida, she practically jumped at the chance. it would be just the two of them, the open road, and the freedom to relax, let go, and indulge in some much-needed downtime.

but of course, she couldn’t resist throwing in a little mischief and madness in the process. as they prepped for their trip, the playful teasing started innocently. she missed joe, missed him in a way that she couldn’t really say out loud. somewhere in the midst of the god-awful season, she felt like she lost that side of him—the side that was slightly intimidating, cocky, and heated. it was silly to say considering joe was known for being cooler than ice, but something about how he got when he had something bothering him, irking him to the point where he physically couldn’t take it, was hot. 

especially in the bedroom.

and she loved it. and she missed it.

she knew that this was supposed to be nice, cozy trip with her boyfriend, but something inside her wanted to see that side of him as soon as possible. and this trip felt like the perfect opportunity for her to act on it. so that’s exactly what she did. she knew just how to push his buttons, how to rile him up just enough for him to give her what she wanted. 

the chance presented itself about 30 minutes before they had to leave and hit the road, and she was fully prepared to be as bratty as she could be in order to crack him open and pull out that side she needed. that side that was irritated, considerate and soft as always, but irritated.

she'd keep running back and forth from the garage to his porsche in the driveway, swinging the door open to ask him questions and then follow-up questions about what else she needed to pack in the car before they left for their road trip to Destin, but after every one of his responses, she'd just slam the door right in his face to tease him. fun for her, but obnoxious to her soft, cuddly boyfriend who was as cool as frost. 

the first time she did it, he didn’t really care because he thought she was just in a rush or something, but then as he pulled out his phone to do some route mapping, she shuffled right back to the driver’s side and pulled the door open again only to repeat her previous actions. 

“babe, what sweatshirt did you say you wanted again? the pink nike one or your green bengals zip up?” she asked him, the smirk on her lips almost too suspicious which normally he’d notice, but right now he was in a completely different zone so he didn’t care enough to question it. 

joe didn’t look up from his phone as he was too focused on the route the navigation had mapped out, his brow furrowing at the fact that an extra four hours were added because it was taking you guys the longer way to avoid the summer storm hitting the middle of Tennessee. “uhh, the zip up,” he hummed, barely acknowledging her presence because he was currently in the middle of a war with google maps and his weather app. “fuckin’ 55% chance of rain in Nashville and we have to go through Memphis? why the hell–”. 

“BAM–,”. 

his body jolted in the driver’s seat at the sudden slam of the door, “jesus, what the fuck,” he grumbled, then moved his head forward to watch your silhouette scurry back into the house to grab his sweatshirt. “no way she just– again? what the hell was that?” he asked himself before the navigation spoke up and interrupted his thoughts. 

“warning: route to be determined, impending thunderstorm causing delays and detours along parts of Tennessee and southeast Appalachia”. 

“route to be determined? is this shit gonna reroute us halfway through fuckin’ Alabama now or something?” he scoffed while snapping his head back to the screen and forgetting about her odd behavior, now regretting the fact that he chose today out of all days to drive down to florida. he should know by now that the weathermen never lie, as much as he sought to disprove their wacky predictions. if the weather was calling for a storm as thunderous as paycor stadium on january 15th, 2022, then the storm was going to be just as thunderous, not a single bit less. he should’ve learned his lesson when he decided to drive them both to Columbus during a hail storm. his defense was that the meteorologist said possible hail storm, and you mocked him the entire car ride because possible means it will happen in weathermen-language. 

after grabbing his zip up, she ran back out to the car, once again yanking his driver’s side door open. she could sense he was getting aggravated with something, and fully knew that what she was doing was definitely getting on his nerves, but honestly? that was the fun part.

“here,” she said, throwing the hoodie into his lap, knowing that would piss him off a little more because she could’ve easily neatly folded it and placed it in the backseat along with the other loose items. 

he flinched from the sudden gust of that sticky hot summer air hitting his cool skin and at the feeling of his thick sweatshirt sprawl out against his partly bare legs. as he was tapping away on the screen, he wondered, was she being bratty on purpose, or was there a reason for her acting so out of character. she never did anything to get on his nerves, so either he did something and this was payback, or she was up to something herself. 

she saw his jaw clench the slightest, a surge of confidence hitting her because she knew she was pushing his buttons, bit before his lips parted, “so, you gonna apologize for slamming the door or…?”. 

she crossed her arms with a laugh, leaning forward just enough to press her lips against his smooth cheek, “sorry, baby. i didn’t know,” she lied, watching as he flexed his fingers and cursed under his breath at the navigation. to her, it was adorable how someone who can stay so calm in the most intense situations could get so aggravated by such minuscule things as a stupid robot voice and a car’s navigation. 

“it’s gonna take us a little longer to get down to Florida. the storm’s making us take the complicated way,” he sighed, clutching the hoodie in his lap before throwing it somewhere in the backseat. “my parents were right about us leaving yesterday instead. this is the one thing i hate about summer, the random ass monsoons that pop up out of nowhere,”. 

“aw, that sucks. i was looking forward to rolling the windows down when we got around Nashville. that breeze feels so good at night and i love watching the mountains pass by with my head out the window,” you pouted, pulling back and placing your hand on the top of the car door. “but anyway, i guess i should go grab the umbrella’s just in case,”. 

just as joe was about to respond, she backed away and slammed the door on him again.

“BAM–,”. 

this time, in the middle of their conversation—something he did not appreciate. 

“oh hell no,” joe said, reaching down to press the unbuckle button on his seatbelt so that he could follow her into the house and figure out what was going on with her, but just as he was doing so, she came right back. 

empty handed. 

she swung the door open again, taking the same stance as usual—one hand on top of the door and one resting against the car. “sorry, forgot to ask if you wanted me to grab those pumpkin balls from the fridge to snack on before we get to wendy’s,” she smiled innocently, batting her eyelashes at him like she didn’t do a damn thing.

joe blinked at her, speechless and in disbelief. what was she doing? they were just about to go on this lovely road trip together, just the two of them, and she was being so bratty for what exact reason? 

“you okay over there?” she giggled, “you look like you’re 2 seconds away from having a mental breakdown. don’t let the woman in the screen get to you, joey. she’s not real,” she added, resting her head against the side of the car as she looked down at him.

he closed his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath to calm himself before saying, “babe, this is a porsche. my porsche. that door is gonna fall off the fuckin’ hinges if you keep doing that. i don’t know what’s up, but calm down for me? okay?” he shook his head, his attempt at hiding his irritation going poorly because of the fact that his ears were turning red and he had that look on his face. that look meant he was either a second away from cracking, or a second away from 

the very look she wanted to see. 

bingo. 

“sorry, joey,” she innocently chuckled. “it’s that new arm routine you built for me. i swear my muscles have never felt this strong and in-tact ever. it’s like i don’t know how strong i am myself anymore,”. 

bullshit. 

he helped her make that new arm workout routine 3 days ago. he was good, but not that good. 

“well, okay. just easy on her? you know this car was my dream,” he breathed out, tilting his head back to rest against the headrest as he looked back at that damn navigation that still said that your ETA would be 6:40 A.M. 

“okaaayy, diva. sorry for hurting your precious little baby,” she rolled your eyes, “won’t happen again,” she snickered before backing away, twisting her wrist, and slamming the car door again. 

joe’s eyes blew open and he swore he felt a bomb go off in the distance. “absolutely the fuck not? what the hell is wrong with her?” he groaned, reaching for the handle and swinging the door open with irritation, both his feet landing on the gravely driveway before he gently closed the door behind him. “sorry sweetheart,” he pouted, giving his porsche a gentle pat before snapping his head back to her. 

“where do you think you’re going?” he called out to her, and she paused in her path in an instant. a proud smile rising on her face due to the tone of his voice. irritated, aggravated, and oh so intimidating. 

she won.

she flipped back around, and the look on his face made a pang of arousal shoot straight down to her core. those butterflies started to flutter in her belly with wild abandon, and she couldn’t help those hormones from coursing through her veins every time she glanced at him and stared into his stormy blue eyes. 

this kind of joe made her horny as fuck. 

and then, it clicked for him. he knew why she was acting so bratty, purposefully ticking him off and acting innocent about it. her flushed cheeks, fidgety hands, and doe eyes gave that away real fast. 

neither of them spoke, partly because she didn’t know what to say and because he knew his silence was making it worse for her. “didn’t think it through, huh? wanted to rile me up but didn’t think about what to do after?” he said, eyeing her figure up and down as he moved closer to her. the way her shorts clung to her body, hugging her ass and sitting just below her naval and diamond belly-button piercing drove him wild now that he was getting a good look at her. her thin white cropped tank top did nothing to conceal the red, lacy bralette she had on underneath—a purposeful choice because she knew she’d be trapped in the car with him for hours. who knows, maybe he’d make an impromptu pitstop to a random grocery store’s parking lot at 2 am to…ahem…look for spare change in the backseat with her. oh, and how could he forget? 

that dainty gold 9 chain dangling between her breasts. 

too easy.

he raised his eyebrows…of course he was doing that god-for-saken eyebrow raise that made her even weaker in the knees to the point where she felt like she would collapse right then and there. “yeah, you’re in trouble now,” he smirked, launching forward and snaking an arm around her waist, throwing her over his shoulder, and then leading them back inside the house. 

“joey! the storm’s already gonna push us back a few hours, we can’t…not right now,” she protested, but barely put any effort in because deep down, she wanted this bad. 

“shoulda thought of that before you walked out looking like a snack and got me worked up like this, baby,” he shrugged, his hand gently smacking her ass as he placed her back down on the ground, backing her against the foyer table. 

joe's patience was a thin, a stretched thread, and she had been tugging on it all afternoon. the way she kept slamming the door, the innocent looks, her outfit, the little smirk playing on her lips—it was all a game to her. but now, standing in the dimly lit foyer with his hands gripping her hips, joe had decided it was his turn to play.

his eyes darkened as he leaned in, “you wanted my attention, baby?” his fingers traced slow, teasing circles against her smooth waist, sending a shiver down her spine. “well, now you have it,”.

she swallowed hard, feeling the heat radiate from his body as he stepped closer, trapping her between him and the cool surface of the foyer table. the contrast sent a thrill through her body, making her breath hitch. “joey, i—,”.

“shh,” his thumb brushed over her lips, silencing whatever excuse she was about to make. “you’ve been running that mouth all day. think it’s time you find a better use for it,”.

the way he was looking at her, with that mix of amusement and raw need, had her thighs pressing together involuntarily. joe smirked, noticing. “oh? what’s wrong? weren’t so shy when you were slamming my door like it was your full-time job,”.

her hands found their way to his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath her palms. “i was just messing with you,” she tried, faking innocence yet again, but the way her voice wavered gave her away.

“yeah? well, now i’m messing with you,” his lips brushed against her jaw, trailing slow, deliberate kisses down the curve of her neck. she tilted her head back, giving him more access as his hands slid lower, gripping the tops of her thighs and hoisting her up onto the table effortlessly. the movement pulled a gasp from her lips, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

his lips ghosted over her ear, his voice laced with something intense, something she awakened within him. “let's see if you're still feeling bold after i'm done with you,”.

her breath hitched as his fingers slowly dragged up her thighs, teasing the sensitive skin just beneath the hem of her shorts. he watched her every reaction with hooded eyes, the smug grin on his face growing as he felt her tremble beneath his touch.

“already shaking, baby?” he murmured, his voice thick with amusement. “we haven’t even started yet,”. his hands gripped her hips, pulling her flush against him as his lips returned to her throat, sucking and biting just enough to leave a pretty purple mark. another great accessory to go with her outfit. she squirmed in his hold, hands fisting in his shirt as heat pooled low in her stomach.

“joe,” she breathed, her voice barely a whisper, but he caught it. he always did. and it only made his smirk deepen.

“that’s right, baby,” he hummed, his hands slipping beneath the thin fabric of her top, fingers grazing over her bare skin. “now be good for me and hold on tight,”.

he didn't waste another second. with one fluid motion, he yanked her shorts and dampened panties down, leaving her exposed and vulnerable beneath his heated gaze. his fingers trailed along her inner thigh, teasing, ghosting over where she needed him most before pulling away just to hear her frustrated whimper. “so impatient,”  he chuckled darkly. “but you wanted to push me, didn't you?” his hands gripped her thighs as he positioned himself, then quickly removed his shorts and boxers before dragging the thick head of his cock through her slick folds, teasing her until her hips bucked forward in desperation.

as much as he would’ve loved to drag it out, his restraint snapped at the sight of her need, her desperation. he pushed forward, stretching her out inch by inch until he bottomed out, a low groan ripping from his throat at the way she clenched around him. he didn't give her time to adjust, didn't let her catch her breath—he set a brutal pace, fucking her hard and fast, his grip on her hips bruising as he pulled her against him with every deep thrust.

“this what you wanted?” he growled, voice rough as he pounded into her slick heat, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the foyer. “wanted to get me all worked up so i'd fuck you like this?”. 

her nails raked down his back, legs tightening around his waist as she gasped his name over and over, her body arching into him, completely at his mercy. he was relentless, each thrust hitting deep, pulling desperate moans from her lips. “oh, j- joe. f- fuck baby i’m so…,” she whined, losing herself in him. 

joe buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breath was ragged as he whispered, “horny? well, i’m sure you’d be happy to hear that i am too,” his pace never faltered, his grip tightening, his movements rough, possessive, claiming every inch of her.

it didn't take long before the pleasure became overwhelming, her body trembling beneath him as he fucked her harder, deeper, his hands splayed over her stomach. he pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto the way his cock bulged beneath her pierced navel, her skin stretching to accommodate his thick length. his jaw clenched at the sight, a throaty moan tearing from his lips. “fuck, baby,” he groaned, his thumb tracing over the outline of himself pressing through her belly. “look at that. you take me so fuckin' well,”.

the sensation sent her over the edge, her walls clenching around him as she cried out his name, body squirming beneath him as pleasure crashed over her in waves. joe wasn't far behind, his thrusts growing erratic as he chased his own release, his hand splaying her stomach once more to feel himself buried deep inside her. 

“come for me, baby” he commanded, his voice thick with lust, and the moment his fingers found her clit, she shattered all over again. “oh, ooh…fuck,” she moaned, feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm shoot up her spine. that was all it took—joe groaned, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled inside her, his head falling against her shoulder as he let out a shaky breath.

"god, joe...i- i can't feel anything," she said with a breathy chuckle.

“next time,” he murmured, a smirk tugging at his lips as he pressed lazy kisses along her jaw, “maybe you'll think twice before testing me,”.

"maybe...but it was worth it in the end. i missed you, annoyed, irritated, and slightly intimidating joey b," she chuckled as her body shook against him.

joe rolled his eyes before pressing his lips against hers, nipping and sucking at her lip like he had been famished for far too long. the fact that even his kisses were hungry again was enough for her.

"well, he's back and he's about to be a menace this week so get ready, baby,".

--the end--

[v1sexual]

dive | vi, arcane

drummer & hockey player! vi x reader

based on this request

warnings: cursing, mentions of alcohol, loser lesbians, and author having no hockey knowledge

preface: a quick little blurb (its actually not quick and little) on how you and vi met.

note: okay omg i loved this idea sm thank u anon for this request! i do apologize if this is ass LMAO like all of my fics this was written at around 3am-7am 😔 anyways, should i make this into like a little series or smth also could not think of a title but i was listening to “dive” by ed sheeran while writing this so here we are.

you first met drummer and hockey player vi! during a year-end party on your freshman year of college. it was at a pub called “the last drop” that the student’s from zaun university claimed as theirs. hosting parties, celebrations, wins, and every little victory that they had during the school year at the said pub.

the last dropped was packed. a sea of sweaty bodies, filled every nook and cranny of the place.

you were getting antsy, tucked away in the corner of the booth you and your friends were sitting. as the night dragged on, one by one your friends left the table. some went to go get drinks, some went to socialize, and some went to go dance.

taking that as a sign to leave, you fished your phone from the back pocket of your jeans to text the group chat that you were heading home. but then the loud music stopped, and someone spoke into a mic.

you looked up from your phone, your gaze snapping to the massive stage at the other side of the dance floor. powder, another freshman whom you knew from one of your classes, spoke into the mic. she introduced their band, arcane, and that’s when you saw her.

dark pink hair cut short, she was rocking a black tank top showing her arms as the muscle flexed as she gripped her drumsticks.

“— and lastly we have my older sister vi playing the drums! you probably already knew her she’s pretty popular with the ladies, AND she’s single! but she’s pretty fucking gay though sorry boys.”

you zoned out after that, watching as the band started to play their rendition of a popular song that you couldn’t care less about. the sea of people blended in the background, you kept your eyes on vi watching her every movement in awe. the way she played kept you captivated you swore you could feel every beat of her drums, and then her eyes meets yours.

then she winked at you, her lips stretching into a smile as your heart stuttered against your chest. just as you were about to smile back your best-friend crashed next to you, her body slumping down against your side as she begged you to take her home. sighing, you obliged. you walked out the door supporting your friend’s body weight as much as you can and never looked back.

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weeks have passed and you’re back home, you still think about her though. you think about her a lot. you followed arcane’s official instagram account but never followed the members officially, except for powder of course since you two exchanged accounts when paired up for a project.

having nothing better to do, you decided to stalk the band’s instagram. watching reels of them doing song covers, playing pranks on each other, snippets of their original songs, etc.

just as you were about to doze off your door slammed open.

“(name)!!” your five year old sister, andie, shouts. “can you pleaseeee take me to hockey camp?”

you laughed, taking in the younger girl’s appearance. she was wearing full-on hockey gear, her hair in two braid, and she was clutching a duffel bag twice her size in one hand while the other held a hockey stick (that was seconds away from slipping and falling).

you stood up, taking the duffel bag from her, “i thought mom was taking you.”

“she was but i wanted you to go with me,” she shrugged and used her free hand to hold yours. “please?”

you swore your heart melted on sight. you loved your younger sister more than everything in the world, she’s got you wrapped around her little finger from the moment she was born. at first your parents were actually worried at the fifteen year age gap that you and andie had, but fortunately they were worried for nothing when you and your sister became attached to the hip.

“let me know how it goes okay?” your mom says as she kissed the two of you goodbye.

the drive to the rink was fast, only fifteen minutes. it honestly would have been only ten but andie pleaded for you to stop by your favorite café for a pastry and some strawberry lemonade, she was all pouty and batting her eyelashes so who were you to say no. when you arrived, you carried her duffel bag and hockey stick as she held on to the almost empty cup of strawberry lemonade.

andie led you to the locker rooms when she met up with her friends, they were such a cute bunch and you couldn’t help but snap a picture to send to your mom.

“can you help me put my skates on please?” andie asks, her small fingers tugging on your sweatshirt.

“of course you little gremlin,” you grinned and picked her up, setting her down on one of the benches. when you finished, andie hopped down the bench and waddled as she grabbed her hockey stick.

before you let her walk off, you grabbed her helmet and secured it onto her head. she thanked you with a hug then proceeds to hold your hand, dragging you out the locker room and into the rink.

“can you come with me (name)? im really nervous,” she whispered.

you nodded. “of course i will bub, plus i have to talk to your coaches.” andie cheers and hugs your leg as the two of you walked to the rink.

the rink was smaller than you remembered, you swore that it was at least two times bigger two years ago during your last figure skating competition. a smile forms on your lips as old memories began to resurface, if only you didn’t injure yourself then you would have probably still be skating.

“(name)! oh my god what’re you doing here?”

powder’s familiar voice brings you back to the present as she stood up from one of the seats.

“hey pow,” you greeted as she pulled you in for a hug. andie looks away shyly, her small frame hugged your leg as she hid behind you.

“aww, who’s this?” powder asked as she crouched down to andie’s height. your sister peeked at her then buries her face on your leg.

“this is andie, my younger sister.” you said. “say hi to powder ands.” andie detaches herself from your leg and whispered a small “hey”, before running off (more like waddling) when one of her friends called out to her.

you watched as your sister and her friend goes inside the rink with the help of one of her teammate’s parents. once she’s happily skating across the rink, you turned back to powder who dragged you to one of the seats.

the two of you engaged in small talk, asking how each other’s summer were going, the band, etc.

“so,” you started. “why are you here?”

“my sister vi is here! she’s helping coach the kids as a summer job.”

you short-circuited then turned your head to the side of the rink were the coaches are, then lo and behold there she is. violet lanes. she wore a black long sleeve compression shirt, white breezers, and her hair was in a low-bun. she held a clipboard, occasionally writing on it as she talked to the huddle of parents surrounding her.

while you were busy staring at vi, you don’t notice powder as her lips turn up into a shit-eating grin clearly noticing that you’re focus was on something else entirely.

“you should talk to her,” she says casually pulling you away from your thoughts.

“uhm what? no? why would i?” you rambled.

powder laughs at you, clearly entertained as you mutter under your breath. “well for starters she’ll need to talk you about practice schedules, you or your parent’s contact info,”

you let out a small “oh” before sinking back into your chair, holding your head in your hands embarrassed. this only makes powder laugh harder, the blue haired girl clutching her stomach and wiping away an invisible tear.

“oh god you have a crush on my sister!” she exclaims, you only groaned in response.

powder teases you for a good couple of minutes before settling down next to you.

“you know,” she starts. “you’re gonna have to actually talk to her right?”

“yeah i know,” you nodded.

powder hums. “want me to go with you? i can introduce you first, help break the ice?”

“huh, that’s actually not a bad idea.” you tell her. she then stands and pulled you up with her, powder link her arm with yours as she lead you to where vi was.

violet lets out a sigh of relief as the last parent walks off, practice hasn’t even started yet and she was already this tired from just talking to a whole crowd of anxious parents. she checks her clipboard again, eyes flicking through the names of the kids she’ll be coaching today.

“heyyy,” she heard powder call out. vi chose to ignore her sister and continued to check her clipboard, she then stumbles upon a name.

andie (last name).

vi knew that the kid was here, one of the other parent’s mentioned how sweet andie’s older sister was for always showing up to her extracurriculars especially when she was away for university and how she’d always drive the kid around no matter what.

“yo vi?” powder says but this time vi’s younger sister flicks the clipboard she held.

she groans, annoyed at her sister’s antics. “can you not? im busy pow, there’s this kid and i haven’t talked to her guardian yet and i can’t start without—“ your eyes meet and vi stopped talking, from that moment forward she knew she was a goner. she knew you, not personally of course, but she remembered that night from a couple of weeks ago when she first saw you at the last drop.

from the moment you entered her father’s pub, vi could not take her eyes off of you. she debated on wether or not to approach you but her nerves got the best of her so she stayed glued to her seat, pretending to listen to whatever her sister was saying.

“she doesn’t bite you know,” powder said pointing to your direction. “we were paired up for a project and she’s literally the sweetest person to ever exist, talk to her.”

“i don’t know,” vi shrugs and looked at her half empty glass, suddenly finding the half drunken liquor interesting. powder rolls her eyes and decided to talk to their other bandmates, leaving vi alone with her thoughts.

vi downs the rest of her liquor and decided to talk to you, but just as she was about to walk to where you were seated powder grabs her arm. “it’s showtime.” her sister says and violet tries her hardest not to pout as they walked backstage. she drowns the noise out as powder began talking into the mic, to introduce the band. during the time that they were playing she mostly kept her eyes closed or just looking at her drum set, focusing on hitting the right beats.

but then she looked at the crowd, eyes scanning the crowd for you. she wondered if you went home already or if you’ve left with someone or if you’re watching them perform, watching her perform. when vi finally spots you she felt her heart stutter when she found that you were already looking at her, then she winked at you. with a new found energy she played harder, eyes never leaving yours until she saw your friend (who was also powder’s friend) throw herself against you probably drunk out of her mind. vi didn’t take her eyes off you even when you helped steady your friend as the two of you attempted to leave the last drop.

vi thought about that night a lot, she wished she wasn’t such a pussy and approached you. but now you’re here, standing in front of her arms linked with her sister’s. vi opened her mouth and closed it, she didn’t know what to say.

“oh brother,” powder murmured under her breath. “vi this is (name), andie’s older sister.”

“huh?” vi responds which made powder roll her eyes for the millionth time.

“christ on a cracker, remember the kid whose guardian hasn’t talk to you yet? the one you were ranting about two minutes ago? well this is her. (name)’s her older sister and her guardian.”

vi let’s out a small “oh” which made you laugh a bit. “shit im sorry,” she tells you. “i’m just a bit distracted— nervous, i haven’t coached before.”

“oh don’t worry about it,” you smiled. “i’d be nervous too, kids are terrifying.”

as you and vi engaged in small talk, powder took that as a sign and quietly slipped away. she walked towards the side of the rink where ekko was rounding the kids up, she tapped on the glass and pointed to where you and vi were. ekko followed the direction where powder was pointing, he sent her a knowing smile and laughed.

“i didn’t know you play hockey?” you tell her, vi’s eyebrow twitched in amusement. “yeah im actually team captain of our uni’s hockey team.”

you looked at her, surprise and awe evident on your eyes. holy shit not only is she hot, ripped, tattooed, and a drummer, but she’s also the ding dang captain of your university’s hockey team? if you didn’t know you were gay you’d definitely know now.

“guess i’ll have to watch one of your games,” you shrugged. vi grins at you and nodded “guess you should.”

as the two of you talked the more comfortable you became with vi, “how do you manage that though? hockey, school, and the band?” you asked her to which she replied with a shrug.

“i don’t know either,”

you hummed in response as she glanced at her clipboard again. vi cleared her throat and began to discuss your sister’s practice schedule, safety concerns, gear, etc. you happily listened, nodding along and taking mental notes of important stuff you need to let your mom know when you get home.

vi finally looked up from her clipboard and smiled, “so yeah that’s pretty much it.” you replied with a nod.”

“will you be staying?” she asks you. “i mean uhm, are you going to wait for your sister?”

“yeah, im pretty much her chaperone so…” you replied with a smile, your gaze finding andie’s. your little sister waived at you, smiling from ear to ear as you waived back.

if vi wasn’t already smitten with you she definitely would be now as she watched the small exchange between you and your sister. vi has always been a family oriented person, she and her family were close (especially her and powder), and knowing that you were pretty much the same? you just got promoted from being a small crush to her literal ideal woman.

“so does that mean you’ll be dropping her off every practice?” she asks excitedly, which made you chuckle in response. “yeah,” you nodded. “our parents are pretty much swamped with work and my shifts are usually in the mornings sooo, yeah. i’ll be dropping her off and picking her up from practice.”

vi nodded, trying to act as normal as she can when in reality she’s mentally cheering. just as she was about to say something, ekko called out for her. and just like that vi remembered that she was actually supposed to be coaching and teaching the kids hockey.

“i need to help ekko out,” she says. “but uh— can i grab your number?”

“is this you shooting your shot at me or?” you joked. you swore vi’s cheeks became the same hue as her hair, she playfully rolled her eyes at you.

she huffed, “it’s for your sister’s contact information you dummy.”

“sure,” you replied, taking her pen and writing your number down next to your sister’s name in her clipboard.

vi smiles at you and began to head towards the rink, but just before she skated towards ekko and the kids she called out to you. “i lied, that was just me shooting your shot.”

you smiled at her, cheeks heating up. you watched as vi effortlessly skated, her posture and aura changing. watching her demonstrate how to play (with ekko’s help), sent butterflies to your stomach.

oh boy, you can’t wait to actually get to see her play.

note: this is literal ass im so sorry😔 i still hoped ya’ll enjoyed it though.

[jinxyvvrites]

-- morning after

Warnings:

writers own interpretation of Steve Harrington, extreme fluff, post sexual encounter.. kissing / cuddling, that's about it. Reader is female and a roommate of Steve's. If anything I'm warning you about is gonna get your panties twisted, maybe don't read?

Word Count:

615 ... this is just a short lil blurb to wrap up do not disturb, fyi.

Pairing:

Steve Harrington x Roommate!Female reader.

Snippet:

He can't move because you're practically on top of him, you have been for hours, but even if he could move he wouldn't.

The rise and fall of your chest, those quiet little snores are just starting to lull him back to sleep when he hears the door to the apartment creak slowly.

Seconds later, Robin leans in the doorway, grinning from ear to ear as soon as she sees you in Steve's bed and puts two and two together.

“Did you guys finally crack?”

Steve grins and its sleepy. Followed close by a yawn as he nods.

The rain is softer now, a constant pitter-patter against the window as bleak sunshine begins to leak in through the edges of the blanket Steve has tacked over his window.

He can't move because you're practically on top of him, you have been for hours, but even if he could move he wouldn't.

The rise and fall of your chest, those quiet little snores are just starting to lull him back to sleep when he hears the door to the apartment creak slowly.

Seconds later, Robin leans in the doorway, grinning from ear to ear as soon as she sees you in Steve's bed and puts two and two together.

“Did you guys finally crack?”

Steve grins and its sleepy. Followed close by a yawn as he nods.

Robin can just look at him and tell that maybe this time its real and it'll last. After all, she was around to witness your crush on Steve the first time around, first-hand.

You're just starting to wake up but its early and his body is big, all soft muscles and warmth and you just don't want to let go. You trace a line up and down his chest and he presses dry lips against your forehead.

“I haven't slept that good in a really long time,” you admit through a yawn in a whisper quiet voice. Steve nods in agreement because he hasn't, either. 

“Are you hungry or anything?”

“Uh uh. I don't want you to move.”

“Okay, I wont.” He promises with soft and husky laughter.

He shifts you around a little and the whine hes met with is just so cute he can't help but stare down at you, pepper your face in sleepy kisses. Kisses met with enthusiasm and pleading for more.

If I wasn't already a hopeless idiot, he thinks, oh boy would I be so royally fucked right now.

Your stomachs are growling. He looks down at you already starting to doze off again and snickers quietly. “Okay, as much as I swear I don't wanna move, princess..” he frowns at the prospect of prying himself away from your soft and warm little body, “We need food.”

“I'm totally fine.” you insist, pouting when he starts to move around again, sitting up with you in his lap.

“Hey..” soft bribing kisses fall against your messy hair, “what if I carry you, hm?”

You bite your bottom lip. Pouting for a second before giving a nod. “Okay, fiiine.”

He slips out of bed, you're hanging onto him as tight as you can as he makes his way down the hall and into the kitchen where Robin sits at the table, smearing cream cheese on a blueberry bagel.

You're sat on the counter and before he pries himself away to gather what he needs to make you both something to eat, he pecks you softly on your forehead. You pout and slip your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a real kiss.

Robin smiles to herself at the sight of it, grinning at the two of you. “So..” she looks from you to Steve and back again, “does this mean Nance and I can finally have time to ourselves?”

Steve flips her off but he's laughing as he nods yes. You’re as red as the strawberries that sit on the counter beside you but you smile at her and nod too. 

“Good. I'm gonna go crash.” Robin excuses herself, putting her purple coffee mug into one side of the sink. You lean against Steve, smiling as the sound of his heartbeat lulls you.

As far as he's concerned, the day is perfect.

And hopefully, Steve thinks, this is just the beginning.

[jollyhunter]

24 Kinky Days with Dean x reader - Day 1.

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW - MDNI! - includes explicit sexual content and sex toys, soft!dom Dean. It's a kinky writing challenge, so expect anything at this point, (nothing freaky, don't worry) but it's a surprise calendar so I won't spoil it! Also, English is not my native language

Advent calendar includes: headcanons, snippets, one shots, imagines, blurbs etc.

Words: 2,380

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A/N: If you want to be tagged for the next parts, just let me know. And feedback is welcome!! Enjoy! 🦊

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1st Dec. - Sunshine

“Sunshine?” You repeat the unexpected nickname with a little grin while you sit down on the edge of the motels bed. You were used to sweetheart, darling, love or even baby, but sunshine? “That’s a new one…” you remark with a teasing lift of your eyebrow, your eyes darting from his, back down to the gift on your lap.

“I thought it suited you.” He explains with an expression which was almost too innocent for him. Clearly he is trying his best to hide his knowing smile, but his excited voice betrays him. “Now open it, sunshine.”

“Uh-huh”, Your finger tugs at the unconventional gift paper, which consisted of nothing but a roll of toilet paper that hung loosely around the small package. “Interesting wrapping paper you picked there…” You comment with a wry smile. This was so typical Dean.

He chuckles at your remark, “What can I say? I’m a fan of practical gift wrapping,” he says with a cocky smirk, taking a seat next to you, “It’s eco-friendly.” The mattress dipped down from his weight and your shoulders bumped against each other. He makes a great effort to play it cool, but the slight friction was enough for you to notice the excitement and arousal which was radiating off of him. This just made you wonder even more; What the hell is that sly bastard up to this time?

Dean watches as you carefully unwrap the package, clearly intrigued by what he had given you. “But I promise, the content’s worth the toilet paper sacrifice,” he adds with a playful smirk. There it was again, that all too familiar glint in his green eyes. That flash of ‘oh baby if only you knew’.

At last, you rip the box open, your eyes peering down to be met with… Oh dear lord. Your eyes widen and Dean could see a million thoughts flicker across your face at the moment of realization. This is exactly the reaction he had hoped for. He has to bite the inside of his cheeks to keep a straight face – but fails miserably.

“You stick it where the sun don’t shine… sunshi-”

“I know where it goes.” you cut him short in a sputter, your mind still trying to catch up with this... this gift, “I just- I’ve never-…”

“- done it before. I know,” he finishes for you, his voice a mixture of teasing and reassuring, “Remember that talk we had? About tryin’ new things.” He leans over, his shoulders brushing against your chest as he reaches into the box. “You like it?”, he asks, feigning innocence. He takes the toy out of the box to trace a finger lightly over the small, jewel-adorned plug.

“I-...I- uh-,” You start, but your eyes keep drifting down to the toy in his hand, your mind racing – damnit, you were usually confident and experienced when it came down to these things… but, to be honest, kinky stuff really hasn’t made it into your bedroom so far. But trying these things with Dean for the first time? You’d be damned for missing out on that. And hey, don't knock it till you try it, right?

“Yeh, I like it,” you finally say, trying to muster some of your usual confidence, “I mean… I did say I wanna spice it up...”

That answer hit jackpot in Dean’s expression. He bites his bottom lip, trying to contain his eagerness, yet again, failing miserably. “Well, don’t keep me waitin’,” he teases, his voice just a tad bit lower than usual. You glance down at the toy and back up at him, unsure how to approach this exactly.

Noticing your lost expression, Dean gently takes your hand and leads you to stand up in front of him, him still seated on the edge of the bed. “Strip.” His tone has an authoritative edge to it now, though his eyes remain soft, almost tender as he tries to guide you.

You feel a little shiver run down your spine; that damn voice could have made your knees buckle any time. Nodding slightly, you slowly begin to undress, stripping off layer after layer of clothing until you stand completely naked before him. Dean takes a moment to admire your body, his eyes roaming over every part of you. As his gaze lands on your hips, he speaks again, his voice a low growl. “Now turn around, sweetheart.” He places his hands on your hips, his fingers trailing over your skin, sending a row of shivers through your body. Once you face away from him, you involuntarily bite your lower lip in anticipation. With the toy in his grasp, he speaks again, his voice barely above a whisper. “Get on your hands and knees, sunshine.” You swallow thickly. But again, you obey his command without question and you drop down onto your hands and knees on the floor in front of the bed. By now you can feel the excitement and lust raise more with each of your quickened breaths. And Dean can almost smell your arousal as he has to bite back a groan from it, his bulge growing bigger. He pushes off the bed and places a hand between your shoulder blades, pushing you slightly forward, forcing you to arch your back slightly. He runs his fingertips down your spine, eliciting another small shiver from you. Out of your sight, but still not going unnoticed by your ears, you hear him lick the bottom of his lips at the sight while he could feel all of his blood go south. He leans in close to you, his lips just barely brushing against your ear. “You’re so damn beautiful.”

A small whimper leaves your lips at the praise and the feeling of his firm hands on your bare skin are already enough to make you dripping wet. You hear Dean move behind you, reaching for the lube on the bedside table and what you assume, coating the toy with it. He then gently leans against your back, the cold buckle of his belt and the evidence of his arousal pressing against your bare skin. You bite back a groan from it, silently wishing nothing more but for him to unbuckle those damn pants already. But you know, you’d have to be patient for now, so you keep your needy sounds back as well as you can. At least until you gasp loudly when you suddenly feel the cool, metallic surface make contact with the warm skin of your buttocks. “Relax, baby,” he murmurs, his free hand soothingly massaging the small of your back. “I’ll be gentle.” His voice is even deeper now, filled with lust. You feel his hands continue their exploration, running over your curves and every dip, his calloused fingers caressing you like you are a work of art he wants to savour. His hands send sparks up your spine and you find yourself shudder and your breath hitch whenever his fingers brush across your most sensitive spots. “Now, this might feel a lil’ odd at first,” you hear him whisper, his lips hovering over the back of your neck as you feel his warm breath tingle your skin and the fabric of his flannel rest against your back. “Lemme know if it’s too much, ‘kay?”

“Yeah, I will,” you reassure him in a low mumble, not managing to hide the slight trepidation from your voice while your fingers idly searched the rug for something to dig your fingers into.

Dean feels you tense under his touch and he makes sure to keep his hands firm yet tender, his fingers tracing reassuringly over your skin. “Remember, just relax,” he repeats, his lips grazing your ear as he speaks. A shaky breath escapes your lips and you do your best to loosen up your muscles and melt into his strong hands which always give you a feeling of safety, no matter what you two did. And you two had done a lot of adventurous things so far.

“I’ve got you,” you hear him whisper against your ear again. And this time you could swear you even heard some vulnerability in his voice. You trust him, always, no doubt about that. But it’s moments like these, rare little moments of him giving you a glimpse of how damn much he really cares about you feeling safe and protected in his presence, that makes you eager to reassure him. Maybe even please him a little. You hum a soft “Mhm”, silently giving him the final go.

Then, he begins to slowly press the plug forward, his hand still resting on your back, steadying you. You feel the cool and wet tip sliding further inside, spreading you surprisingly well – but then a little sting makes you gasp from the unexpected feeling, which let your muscles tense up momentarily, before you feel his soothing hands again, and you relax under his touch.

“Shhh, ‘tis alright,” he coos softly, the plug inching inside you at the same time, “Good girl. You deserve a big treat.” Your legs tremble from the sensation and a low whimper leaves your lips – it’s not bad, but still very new and you were constantly fighting the urge to clench your buttocks around the unfamiliar object. When Dean finally stilled in his movement and the toy reached its end, you couldn’t hold back the shaky exhale which was close to a soft moan. Now that your body has adjusted to it, it feels… surprisingly exciting and pleasurable. And damnit, you want more now. You need more.

A sudden pleading whine hits Dean’s ears and his smirk widens into a cocky grin at the needy noise coming from your trembling form. “You want more, sunshine?”

“Yes...please,” you whimper instantly, your hands and knees shifting along the rug, in a desperate attempt to get some friction between your thighs. He groans – this time failing to hold it back in. The sight of you, all needy and exposed and you wearing that pretty jewel adorned-plug that’s twinkling in the low light of the motel room and fuck- he just noticed how wet you are. He briefly grazes his bottom lip with his teeth before he clenches his jaw to force down a swallow, his voice a low rumble under his breath, “Goddamn honey…”. Meanwhile his fingers run along the inside of your wet thighs, scooping up some of your juice like he wanted to make sure that none of it went to waste. He brings his fingertips up to his lips where he then licks them off with a deep groan.

And that just does it to make Dean give in.

Without giving you the chance to prepare, he goes back to your pussy and effortlessly pushes two fingers past your slick lips, drawing a deep moan from you as you feel a shudder go through your body. He keeps one hand on the small of your back, while his fingers pump inside you, relentless and eager to give you the release you deserve. “You were such a good girl,” he praises you, his fingers curling inside you to hit that sweet spot which makes you almost buckle. “Oh God-” you moan shakily, the sensation of his thick fingers filling you up on one side while the butt plug is spreading your other side, was almost too much.

“You can take it, come on,” he challenges you with a gravelly voice, his teeth grazing your neck as if to dare you to talk back. “‘M gonna make sure you get what you deserve and then some,” he whispers against your ear, the sound of it a threat as much as a promise. And then he starts scissoring his fingers while holding you in place with his other hand. You groan loudly, your fingers clutching the next thing they can reach - the damn toilet paper wrapping, which rip and crumple from your nails in an instant. Your hip‘s bucking involuntarily at the increased pressure and a row of guttural moans leave your throat. “F-fuck” you whine breathlessly, the feeling of being spread and stretched becoming almost bordering painful and yet oh so pleasurable as you feel the knot inside you tighten up more and more. The working of his fingers and the pressure in your butt get you close to the edge in record time as you just give in and let him do his magic. Your legs start to shake and if it wasn’t for his fingers dug into the flesh at your hip, you’d have keeled over by now for sure. Dean increases the speed, now his thumb flicking over your swollen bundle of nerves every time he pumps his fingers inside of you again.

“F-fuck, Dean, I- I’m- I’m comin’-” your voice breaks off when his fingers hit your g-spot again and you find yourself whimper into the rug, your nails clawing at the floor.

“That’s it-” he praises you again, now slowing down his pace but thrusting them as deep as he can while his arm slams against the plug, pressing it further in - and that‘s the last push it takes to tip you over the edge. You feel your legs give in as the knot finally bursts and the wave of ecstasy hits you, your walls clenching around his fingers and your body tensing up. Dean keeps you from falling forward, his fingers still going and his grip on your hip tightening while he’s murmuring words that go past your clouded mind. He lets you ride out your hight while your juice is soaking his entire arm. You moan out his name with a final shudder before he lets you collapse to the floor.

Dean looks down at your trembling form, all spent and limp. A satisfied grin spreads across his face while his tongue swipes over his glistening arm, savouring your sweetness and cleaning some of the mess. After a moment, he kneels down behind you, his hands caressing your butt where he pulls the plug gently out, putting it aside before his hands go back to soothingly stroke your arms and legs. He places a row of tender kisses on the back of your neck, his voice a low rumble, filled with affection and pride as he whispers against the nape of your neck. “Happy first advent, sunshine.”

EDIT: I revised some of it. My sleep-deprived brain had left out some parts which I just had to add / adjust.

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Masterlist of opened windows:

1st Dec. - Sunshine 2nd Dec. - Spell Book 3rd Dec. - Lights Out 4th Dec. - Tickle 5th Dec. - Dirty UNO 6th Dec. - (TBA) 7th Dec. - Candlelight 8th Dec. - Hex Play 9th Dec. - Whip Stroke

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[delugyu]

hii babe new follower here <3

i really want to read cold cursed city but im literally afraid of angst and the comments scared me HELPPP can u atleast give a very very short alternative (happy) ending <///3 like just a snippet of what happens when she ends up with either gyu or soob so my heart can be at peace when i read it later aaaa

omg hiii welcome<3 i was so endeared by this that i started working on it immediately LMAO so here’s a super quick blurb for u 😙

(wc: 0.9k / warnings: SPOILERS if u haven’t read c3!!! this takes place during the final mc x soobin scene in p2 by the lake. starts kinda angsty but gets fluffy by the end i swear)

“Soobin,” you sigh, and your breath fogs up in the cold air as you do. He looks at you with such kind eyes, and the weight in your chest begs you to just spill your heart out. You want to tell him everything. “I know you didn’t want to hear, but I really have to tell you this.”

You can’t let Beomgyu be a thorn in your side forever. Your conversation with Chaewon yesterday reignited a sort of courage in you that you thought you’d long since abandoned. You’ll pluck every poisoned part of yourself away, soothe the rot that Beomgyu left behind in your body. You’ll be a better woman now, much stronger than before. Saying this to Soobin will be the final nail in the coffin.

Soobin picks up your hand and rubs the back of it with his thumb. He must feel the shake in your body, the way you tremble with anxiety. You hope Soobin will still like you after this, selfish as it may be.

“You can tell me,” he says, voice quiet like he’s scared to break you. You must really look pathetic right now. You don’t want to be an image of pity, though; this isn’t a moment of weakness. You’ve had far too many of those recently. This is you taking your life back, this is you being strong.

“I went too far with Beomgyu. We kissed. We hooked up. We were—I was dumb,” you admit, barely able to stand looking at Soobin as the words leave your mouth. He deserves your honesty though. He’s been nothing but sweet and considerate to you from the moment you met him, and you could’ve been so much better.

It’s bittersweet knowing that this is the end to yours and Beomgyu’s friendship. In a way, he was all you’ve ever known. He was a constant in your life, someone who would always be there for you. But he was a suffocating thing to be around—he had to steal your every minute, be your every breath of air, consume your whole being.

Soobin doesn’t let go of your hand. He doesn’t let his gaze waver for a second, and he never looks the slightest bit upset.

“I had a feeling,” he says softly. Your heart aches at that. Why did he stay? How could he know that and still stay?

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

He shakes his head and brings your hand to his lips. The kiss he places on the back of your hand sends butterflies whirling through your stomach. Even in a moment so somber, so serious, he still manages to stir the girlish part of you to life.

“You didn’t owe me an explanation,” he says.

This isn’t you simply explaining yourself, though. It’s not even you just apologizing. This is you making a promise, both to yourself and to Soobin. You’ll never let yourself stoop so low again.

“I’m telling you this because I don’t want to do that anymore. I don’t want that to be my life. I’m happier like this—I’m happier with you.” You keep your gaze steady and confident on him, letting him know you mean each word you say.

A smile breaks across his face, and you could almost cry. You’re not sure what part is getting you emotional, but you don’t waste time thinking too hard about it. You’d much rather focus on Soobin’s pretty face.

He holds your face in your hands. Your heart races when he brings you just a little closer to him, and your soul feels so much lighter than it’s been for days—maybe ever. A feeling of relief washes over you knowing that Soobin’s not going to run away from you. Him holding you closer like this is all the proof you needed.

You laugh, overjoyed at the moment you share. Soobin’s eyes dart down to your lips, and the butterflies in your stomach start creeping up to your heart. There’s a fluttering in your chest that insists upon you kissing this man.

You know there’s something he needs before he can do that, though, so you bring it upon yourself to ask the question, blinking up at him innocently. “So, will you be my boyfriend?”

His grin is the most rewarding sight you’ve seen in your life. “You’re finally ready?” he asks, almost as if he can’t believe it.

“I’m ready,” you answer, and the next second, Soobin’s lips are on yours. It all happens so fast, and you almost giggle into the kiss. You guess he couldn’t wait. You close your eyes and melt into him, letting him hold you tight. Nothing has ever felt so right.

When he pulls away, he’s practically got hearts in his eyes. Your cheeks hurt from how hard you’re smiling, but this pain is much better than the pain of crying your heart out like you had been previously. You grab his face and bring him down so you can peck his cheek. It’s still so cute to see him fluster at the action.

“I’m so happy I could die,” he says, taking both your hands in his own. You find it funny how greedy his hands have become, always finding a way to be touching you.

“Please don’t. I’d like to go on a date with my boyfriend before he dies,” you say, and you don’t care how corny it is. You deserve to be a little silly and stupid after everything you’ve been put through.

“Then let me take you out tonight,” he says, kissing your lips quickly. He looks at you with all the fondness he’s ever had, and something in your heart clicks into place. You’re not going to say no to that offer.

[victoryverse]

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here's all my writings, linked from newest to oldest! all likes, reblogs and feedback is always appreciated! thank you for reading my stuff, if you like, you can tip me here

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simon riley

quarrel*

simon hurts you while you both are fighting, and he makes up for it later

cuddling

cuddling with simon after sex, and he feels different...and cared for, because he's used to people leaving

simon eating you out

legs pressed against your chest, thighs wide open, his mouth on your core

"you like being my toy, don't you?"

simon using you for his own pleasure, rough thrusts and orgasms

bruises and cuts

tending to simon's cuts and bruises after a battle.

pms hell (cw: period sex)

you're on your period, and your mood swings and cramps are hell. luckily, simon's there to help *wink wink*

safe word

simon goes too rough, and you use the safe word for the first time

riding simon, hands tied behind your back (most popular)

(title explains it, explicit content)

on your knees, baby

simon fucks your face, before bending you over on the bed and having his way with you

smut blurb #4

dirty, filthy, nasty smut! (short)

simon in love

a snippet about simon being in love

breaking in (virgin!reader: first time)

simon with his girlfriend who is a virgin, and he knows exactly how to make her feel good without hurting her

against the wall

sex with simon, against a wall

guide me

your first time giving head, and he guides you

smut blurb #3

another blurb of sex against a wall

smut blurb #2

simon tying your hands with his belt, and eating you out

rough

rough sex with him after a long day

before i go

soft sex, love making with him before he leaves to go on a mission.

threesome with simon and price

title explains it all, short!

fixating

another sex blurb

together for the holidays

christmas with simon

smut blurb #1

"do you think i'm just messing around? do you think i won't punish you?"

need for you

falling for simon, sneaking around

long day

first ever writing, written in first person's pov

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konig

hate fuck (fratboy!konig)

you and konig hate each other. a locker room argument turns heated, and he fucks you on a bench

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john price

birthday girl (best friends dad!price)

your best friends's dad, john price, fucks you in the bathroom on your birthday

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[hinge]

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[httpiastri]

okay so i started writing on a boyfriend!paul blurb for after the race today, but then i deleted it and wrote this instead: a short snippet of a future chapter of the "the way i loved you" fic 😋 pretty short but it's all i can produce rn lol. will likely have some changes when i post the actual chapter. aiming to post the first things from the fic soon !!! hope u enjoy 😚

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paul is beaming when you see him stroll back to the paddock after his media duties. his cap is perched on top of his head – the right cap, finally – and his fingers are still tightly wrapped around the neck of his champagne bottle. when he notices you leaning against the doorframe leading into the f2 hospitality, his smile grows even bigger.

you meet him halfway, arms wrapping around his shoulders easily, just like they have so many times before. one of his arms drapes around your waist and he holds you close, a hum vibrating from his chest. "congrats, paul," you tell him. "that was amazing. you were amazing."

"thank you," he says before pausing. then, he lets out a chuckle. "to be honest, i wasn't sure if you would care."

you frown at him when you pull slightly away from him, just enough to look into his eyes. is that what he really thought? that you wouldn't care about his driving? "oh, please. you still mean a lot to me, okay?" your hand moves down to his upper arm, giving it a soft squeeze. "i still consider you to be one of my closest friends."

friends. the word stings like a knife in his heart. it's been months since you broke up, and yet, it still feels like a raw wound.

paul forces a smile. he understands that despite how painful it is, there's something good in it. there's still a place for him in your heart, even if he's forced to share it with someone else.

he pulls you in again, and the hug is even tighter now than before. it's a comforting feeling; you're both at peace, with a good weekend behind you, in the arms of someone so close to you. after everything you've gone through together, but especially everything he has gone through these last few months with the mercedes academy and so on, you're finally through to the other side. "it all worked out in the end, huh?" you ask after a few moments of silence.

"i guess it did." you part from each other to leave that oh-so-familiar gap between you yet again. "will you be celebrating with us tonight? i think pepe had something planned. you know how he is."

you snort. "yeah, i do know. maybe i will." you shift uncomfortably, crossing your arms over your chest as your eyes dart to the ground. "but, um... i'll have to check with..."

you don't even say his name – you don't have to. ollie didn't just have a bad race today; the entire weekend has been so far from everyone's expectations. and if you know him correctly, he will not be in the mood for celebrations tonight.

paul just nods slowly, pressing his lips into a thin line. "right."

the silence that follows is so awkward you can't help but chew on your bottom lip, a tiny sigh escaping through your mouth. he must be hating this, you think – today is supposed to be only a good day for him, he shouldn't have his ex's new relationship pushed up in his face.

"well, i have a debrief to get to," you make up, flashing him a quick smile. "congrats again, paul."

"thank you." he gives you another nod, before turning away and making his way towards the paddock. "pepe will text you!"

and just like that, he's off, and your mind wanders to the thought of actually going out to celebrate. ollie will definitely not join you, though you're not sure why you don't want to go without him. is it because you'd rather stay and comfort him?

or is it because you're scared of what you'll do, or feel, when you're alone with paul for the first time since you broke up?

[theblueflower05]

Mini Bjorn blurb because today was unbearably long and I just want to crawl into bed with him

Also I love writing short little snippets like this! Send in any request or ideas you guys wanna see about our Romulus gang. I’m actively writing for Bjorn, Tyler and Rain rn!

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It’s been an unbearingly long day. The exhaustion has seeped deep into your bones and you feel stiff and uncoordinated as you exit the shower.

If you hadn’t been covered in 16 hours of mine grime and sweat, you probably would’ve just collapsed into bed. But the feeling of it under your fingernails and in your hairline had made you crawl.

You walk into the small dark room.

The light from the holo-tv casting an eerie green glow, reflecting off the dusty singular window. The space is a bit cramped, but in a homey way, which is fine. You know where everything is- even in the dark you’re able to shed the towel and rummage in a drawer for a pair of panties and an oversized shirt that you’ve stolen so many times, that at this point it’s yours.

There’s a bed in the corner. Piled with blankets, blankets that move up and down softly as the person underneath them slumbers.

You crawl in as gently as you can, trying so hard not to wake him-

“Baby?” Comes the gruff voice of your boyfriend and you sigh.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up”

Bjorn turns to you, hair untamed, his eyes are sleep crusted and slightly unfocused. You feel so bad, he’d pulled a double to make sure the two of you weren’t behind on rent.

He’s supposed to be resting.

“None’a that. C’mere” his arms twine around you and he pulls you close. He’s always extra cuddly when he’s just woke up. “Missed you, you smell so nice. When’d you get home?”

You smile wide as he buries his face in your neck, nose pressed into your still damp skin. He’s so tactile, all touch and smell and taste. You’ve been at the mercy of it since you’d met him.

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Might continue this when I’m running on more than 4 hours of sleep and an unholy amount of caffeine. I just know once you wifed this man up he’d be the cuddliest mf to ever live

[starshine-hockey-girl]

Once in a Blue Honeymoon

They're back for a little bit of honeymoon fluff. My plan is to post shorter snippets/blurbs for the dynamic duo more often.

@pattiemac1 @penstxgal1968

Here is the last chapter-

https://www.tumblr.com/starshine-hockey-girl/734512735549849600/at-last-never-ever-have-i-the-wedding-chapter?source=share

December 8th - Fairmont Hotel - Presidential Suite

“Evie, wake up,” Sidney purred as he reached for his phone to turn off his alarm. She glanced at the time and groaned.

“Beso,” she whined, “What time is it?

“Who?” he asked as he pulled her to his body.

“What do you mean?” she instinctively wiggled against him.

“What’s my name?” he kissed her neck.

“Beso?” she asked in confusion. A hangover fog surrounded her brain and made thinking difficult.

“Sorry, I mean what’s my title?” his hand slid under the short nightgown she wore.

“Oh, you mean husband?” she gasped as his thumb grazed her nipple, “What time is it my handsome husband?”

“Much better, my wonderful wife,” he smiled as his hand explored her body, “It’s time to consummate our marriage.”

“Didn’t we do that last night before the reception?” she purred, She was certainly not opposed to the idea of a second round of consummation in theory, but her body was calling for more sleep

“Mon Etoile,” he murmured as he positioned himself on top of her and began kissing down her torso, “That was not consummation of our marriage or our love. That was the release of three weeks of pent up sexual energy.”

“Oh,” she grinned as he slid down her body, “I accept the distinction.” Her body continued to scream for rest.

His fingers gingerly touched the white satin nightgown that covered her body. “Beso,” she moaned, “Five minutes. I need five more minutes of sleep.”

“I’m just going to get in position,” he returned her moan, “I will be the best kind of alarm clock.”

Evie murmured “five minutes” as Sidney pushed her nightgown up over her hips. He moved his mouth up her right thigh, leaving a trail of kisses. She responded with soft mewing noises. The kisses became playful love bites across her belly. Evie whimpered as the movement stopped. “Beso,” she whined.

Sidney rubbed his eyes in disbelief as his fingers went to the area in between her hip and pelvis. He rubbed gently, then with more force. Both Evie and Sidney bolted upright and spoke simultaneously .

“What the hell did you do Evie?

“Owwwww, that hurts Beso”

Sidney looked down. Her eyes followed. “Surprise?” she answered softly.

“That’s my surprise?” he asked, “You got a tattoo?”

He moved his face closer to examine that tattoo closely. “You got a tattoo? He repeated quietly.

His fingers traced the pair of small penguins engaged in a kiss. One of the penguins had the number 87 on its back.

Evie bit her lip, “Yeah. Do you like it?”

He looked at her up in wonder before a smile spread across his face. “I love it,” he grinned, “Why did you do it? When did you do it?” Then he looked back at the tattoo and the surrounding area before his eyebrows knitted together. “Who did it?” his voice suddenly contained an edge. Sidney felt the jealousy coarse through his veins instantaneously. Someone had been near his “turf” and he didn’t like it. He didn’t like it one bit.

“Whoa there, Mr. Crosby,” Evie commanded, “Look at me before you freak out.”. He looked at her. “You do know that there are women who tattoo, right?” she answered his unspoken question. It took a moment for the logic to resonate in his brain. “There is a very lovely tattoo artist, Erin, who tattooed me last night,” Evie explained, “It was a spur of the moment decision.” Sidney’s eyes wandered back to the tattoo, then up at Evie.

“I know that we don’t follow all of the traditions of the lifestyle that we like to dabble in. I mean until last night, I didn’t have a collar or anything,,” Evie explained, “but I wanted something to show that I am yours- now and forever. I belong to you, Mr. Crosby.” Sidney’s nostrils flared slightly. “I wanted something for your eyes only,” she ran her fingers through his hair and he forced his dominant nature down.

Instead he gently kissed it and whispered, “Mine.” Then he positioned himself between her thighs. “You are mine,” he breathed before his tongue worked its way to her throbbing clit, “You are mine, Mrs. Crosby”

“Your and no one else’s” Evie murmured as she threw her head back and arched her back.

FAIRMONT HOTEL LOBBY - TWO HOURS LATER

After consummating their marriage again, they had joined their family for a post-wedding brunch. Evie’s cheeks and side hurt from the amount of smiling and laughing that she did while listening to Taylor and Mateo describe all the “tea” that went down during the reception.

“Beso,” she grinned at her beloved, “Did you know all of this was going on last night?”

Sidney grinned and brought her hand to his lips, “No, I only had eyes for my WIFE last night.”

“Drink up,” Taylor laughed as she gulped her mimosa as Sidney uttered the trigger word from last night’s drinking game. The drinking game that had produced a hell of some hangovers for the group. A drink for every time that Sidney referred to Evie as my wife or my anything. The group groaned, but each took a bit of the hair of the dog.

Later, Sidney tugged at Evie’s hand as they walked through the hotel lobby. Evie hand made the turn to enter the elevator lobby to return to their suite. Sidney pulled in the other direction. She looked at him in confusion, “Beso, where are we going? You know we need to pack the rest of our things before checkout.”

“It’s been handled, Mon Etoile,” he smiled mischievously.

“Handled how? By whom?” she asked as he led her toward the coffee kiosk.

“Mind ya business, Evita. Mind ya business,” he teased, making it known that he would not be forthcoming with the information.

When they arrived at the kiosk, Marisol handed her a pre-made coffee drink marked “Mrs. Crosby”. Evie grinned as she read her name on the cup. She took special attention to show Sidney whose heart almost burst with pride. After they left the kiosk, Sidney guided her to the front entrance of the hotel.

Just inside the door stood Buddy holding a sign that read “Mr. and Mrs. Crosby”. Evie turned to Sidney, “What did you do?”

Sidney threw his hands up in mock surprise, “Me? Why do you assume it was me?”

Evie turned to Buddy and smiled sweetly, “Buddy, can I see the paperwork? We seem to have a bit of a mystery on our hands.”

Sidney realized that the paperwork would have all the details of the itinerary and swiftly motioned to Buddy to say no. “Mon Etoile, you got me,” he soothed, “I arranged a surprise for you.”

Evie turned to him with a grin, “A good surprise or a bad surprise?”

Sidney stepped to her, wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her in close, “The best surprise.”

The couple followed Buddy out to the waiting town car. As Evie slid onto the passage seat, she noticed Sidney put up the privacy screen immediately. She looked up and made eye contact with Buddy, the limo driver. She shrugged her shoulders and gave him a timid wave which he returned with a wink.

“Beso?” she asked softly, “What’s the surprise?”

Sidney pulled out a black satin blindfold from his pocket and motioned for Evie to turn around in her seat. Evie felt her breath hitch and heart start to race. As he placed the blindfold over her eyes, he kissed her neck and said, “Do you trust me?”

“You know I do,” she whispered as her mind raced with the possibilities of what he might have planned.

“Then stop asking questions, Princess,” he nipped at her ear before he sat back and announced to Buddy, “We’re ready to go.”

Although Evie was used to being blindfolded during their play time, she felt uneasy in the back of the car. Simultaneously, she felt excitement grow and course through her veins. Her breath was ragged as she sat in anticipation. She felt the movement of Sidney’s body as he dug in his pocket for his phone.

Evie recognized the song immediately. The sounds of “StarGirl Interlude” by Weeknd and Lana Del Ray filled the backseat of the car. It was one of her favorite songs on their play time playlist. Her mind flooded with memories of fervent passion. She felt goosebumps form as his fingers playfully traced figures on the back of her hand before trailing up her arm. She did her best to appear calm and steady, but Sidney knew the effect that he was having on her.

Sidney squeezed her hand as Buddy turned into the private airport. Evie’s head moved from side to side, trying to get any sort of indication of their location as the car came to a stop. “We’re here,Princess,” Sidney said. When Evie’s hands went to remove her blindfold, he tutted, “Not yet. Not yet.” He gently guided her out of the car and she felt the brisk, winter wind hit her face.

Finally, he removed her blindfold and she blinked slowly. She wasn’t sure what she expected to see, but it wasn’t the private jet tarmac at the Pittsburgh International Airport. Evie turned to Sidney with a question in her eyes before she turned to the private jet. The boarding stairs lowered down and he placed his hand on the small of her back to guide her.

Evie’s mind raced. In all of the preparations for their surprise wedding, there had been no discussion of a honeymoon. In fact, Sidney had gone out of his way to refer to their planned honeymoon in the summer.

As if reading her mind, “Were you expecting a different sort of surprise?” he smirked. He rarely got the upper hand with Evie and he was quite enjoying it. Sidney explained, “Mon Etoile, did you think I wasn’t going to give you a proper honeymoon after our wedding? What kind of husband do you think I am?”

Evie struggled with the shift. She had been sure that he was surprising her with some new form of play. All the signs led to that conclusion. It’s not as if she was opposed to the idea of a honeymoon, but the slight feeling of disappointment still reigned.

“So where are we going?” she asked as they entered the jet, “Do I have clothes packed?”

“What did I say about questions, Princess?” he deadpanned. She simply turned and raised a single eyebrow. “I have a feeling that clothing will be entirely optional, but yes you have clothes packed,’ Sidney smirked, “I am Sidney Crosby, I don’t …”

“Do anything half-assed,” she crossed her arms and stuck out her bottom lip, “You know it’s not very nice to tease YOUR WIFE.” He walked to her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Let me have the victory, Evita,” he kissed her neck, “I got you.”

“Still….” she continued to pout playfully, “It’s not nice to tease your wife.”

He held his hands up in mock defeat, “Okay, okay…. Want to play a game?”

“What game?” she grinned, despite herself.

“Let’s flashback to when we met,” he kissed her leisurely.

“Never Ever Have I?” she returned his kiss, “You go first.”

“Never Ever Have I fucked on a plane,” he teased.

She stopped and looked up at him, “Oh? Isn’t that convenient.”

He smiled again and pointed to the back of the plane. She followed the direction of his hand and saw the open door. Inside the room was a king sized bed. “Well, well, well,” she drawled, “I guess we’ll have to take care of that after take off, Mr. Crosby.”

“Yes, we will,Mrs. Crosby, ” he kissed her again, “Yes, we will.”

[chutefullofholes]

I had to request this for clegan: ^ maybe it's the other way around, and they have to defend their partner from the parents themselves. left shocked that someone could treat their own child like that.

this is something i want to flesh out more if i ever actually write/publish fork in the road (the young vets au backstory bible) but since idk when or if that’s gonna happen let’s blurb it here for now <3 for those unfamiliar with military jargon- getting ‘tapped out’ is something that happens at basic training graduation. you’re all standing there in formation and can’t ‘break’ until your family/partner etc finds you and hugs you or something. typically if people don’t have anyone to tap them out a friend’s family member does it (: in terms of the yv au timeline- the bucks are *not* together at this point and gale still has marge back home. alongside a rapidly developing crush on his new friend from basic (: also gale is 21, bucky is 23/almost 24.

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fork in the road blurb / a young veterans au prologue snippet

Gale knew his father was drunk before he even realized he could smell it on him. Knew from how he grabbed his shoulder, calloused hand bunching the fabric of his uniform as he pulled him into what could best be described as an awkward side hug. He was mumbling something about how he was proud of him, his mother echoing the gibberish like everything was fine.

His stomach flipped over on itself, and he wished Marjorie’s flight hadn’t been cancelled.

“Really Gale, this is just wonderful.” His mother cooed as his dad stepped out of her way, wobbling. She brushed past him like she was purposefully trying to ignore the obvious, and Gale thought to himself how ridiculous the act was. She’d been with him all morning.

He swallowed the lump forming in his throat, biting on the inside of his cheek before he spoke.

“Why’d you let him show up like this?”

“There he is- Buck!”

John’s voice startled him and relieved him all at once. When he turned to find him he was weaving through people with his mother on his heels, grin as wide as it always was.

He pulled him into a hug before he said anything else- a hug much nicer than the one from his dad. John squeezed him twice before he pulled back, exhaling.

“We did it, whadya know?” He said with a laugh, and Gale couldn’t help but smile at him. Up until smelling the liquor on his father's breath the intent of the graduation pomp and circumstance had worked on him. Pride in himself that he wasn't sure he'd felt before made roots in his chest.

But it was short lived.

“Hey- who the hell is this?” His father interjected, taking a shaky step forward, gesturing between him and John with one hand. “The rumors about what you boys get up to without your girls around in these places true?”

The Texas sun bearing down on them was hot, but Gale’s face suddenly felt as though it was burning on its own accord.

He didn’t mean it- didn’t know, couldn’t know unless he’d developed osmosis powers you could only gather from the bottom of the bottle. But John’s face contorted, and Gale wanted to throw up.

“Dad.” He said helplessly, shaking his friend's touch off his arm. “You- you need to go sober up before they kick you out, don’t want them to do that,”

Begging made him feel pathetic- the way he could see John’s mom looking at his mom made him feel pathetic- everything about what was going on made him want to sit down on the asphalt and crack in a way that would be embarrassing for a shiny new solider.

He was trying so hard not to do exactly that that he didn't register his father stepping closer till there was spit flying in his face.

“Sober- sober up- the fuck did you just say to me?”

He was embarrassed. Always got like this- got angry when he was embarrassed. Gale swallowed, anger bubbling in his own chest when he looked at his mom for help and she looked away.

“Hey, let’s not make a scene here, yeah?”

John’s voice cutting through the noise made Gale flinch, and his primal urge was to shoo him away, get him out of this mess he surely didn’t need to be involving himself in.

But it was nice to be stood up for.

His father blinked at the taller boy, squinting at him.

“You his lawyer?”

John laughed, low and deep- and whatever fuzziness Gale had about being stood up for was replaced by a sense of dread. He was sure this was going to end in him getting backhanded, right here in the middle of the graduation festivities.

"Nah- nah," John started, putting both hands up with a small shrug. "Just don't think lettin' some tempers take away from the moment here is serving anyone."

Gale watched as his father scrunched his face up, exhaling through his nose, popping one finger knuckle in his hand. He didn't say anything, a small mercy- which gave his mother the opportunity to press into his side without getting scolded at. She was speaking quietly- something about how they should go back to the hotel room, and Gale just stood awkwardly.

You're a solider, he thought- trying to straighten his back. You're above this now.

Expecting some sort of farewell before they took off at least, it took him a moment to realize his parents had departed without one. They were there- he looked up to blink back the stinging in his eyes, and when he lowered his eyes again they were gone.

The stinging returned in their absence.

"Oh, honey,"

John's mother nudged past her son to get to him, glancing in the direction his parents must have gone in. There was a frown on her face, that she tried to mask when she turned to him." You come out with John and I, okay? Get lunch somewhere nice,"

"Somewhere air conditioned." John groaned, letting out a dramatic huff as he propped his elbow up on Gale shoulder. He was laughing, clearly trying to take Gale's mind somewhere else. But when his laugh faded and his mom was occupied trying to find a restaurant on her phone, his eyes softened.

Gale met his gaze for a moment before the pity he found there made him reel back and look at the ground.

John didn't falter, giving the back of his neck a light squeeze.

"Your dad's a piece of shit," He started, and Gale almost laughed at how sincerely he said such a string of words. "But don't let him ruin this for you, yeah?"

His fingers brushed against his chest as he brought his hand down to tap the top of the Cleven name tag affixed to his uniform, looking at him expectantly.

"Yeah," Gale said, with a hard swallow. "Yeah, I'll try."

[peachhcs]

sharks development camp

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

a blurb of macklin talking to will about samy and their breakup while at the sharks development camp.

i got inspired from that one post i saw where will and macklin are roommates at the dev camp, so i produced this short little snippet. it's actually kind of cutie because will's being like an older brother in a way :)

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the two boys practically collapsed onto their beds as soon as they were back in the room. the few days they'd been in san jose were extremely fun, but also very exhausting. they were on the ice from sun up to sun down basically, so breaks were far and few between.

at least it was good for getting a full night's sleep because all the boys were out by the time the day finished. will rolled onto his side, reaching for his phone he stuffed into his backpack that was a little bit more than an arm's length away from him at the moment. he stretched a little bit farther and was able to wrap his fingers around the device in the side pocket.

he scanned down the list of notifications for anything important. there were a few texts from his mom and the family group chat, but other than that, things were pretty quiet on will's phone. it'd become a lot quieter now that there was no multiple messages from samy.

will didn't want to admit to himself that he missed seeing her name on his screen with about 10 different messages from her in the time he was at practice.

"can i ask you a bit of a..personal question?" macklin's voice broke will from his thoughts. the older boy rolled to the side macklin was on who stared up at the ceiling.

"what?"

"you're not a virgin, are you?" well, that definitely was a personal question. will's expression twisted for a second before shaking his head.

"uh..yeah, no. i'm not," shit. every. single. conversation. led will right back to samy. at least he didn't spiral this time unlike last time back at the combine where he pretty much made himself look super pathetic.

"okay, sorry. that was like..weird and personal. i don't know. i feel like every person i've talked to isn't and it makes me feel weird sometimes because like..i haven't done.." macklin trailed off realizing this was a weird conversation topic.

"no, it's fine. i get it. i was the same too for a long time," the blonde said and he felt like he was being some older brother right now.

"really?"

"yeah, i didn't like..actually do anything until i was 18," will said almost in embarrassment, but he knew that wasn't anything to be embarrassed about.

"oh. wow. was it like..a hookup or like.." macklin kept asking which will didn't mind. he kind of wished he had someone like himself when he was 16, 17, 18 to talk about all of this. none of his friends really talked about it a whole lot, or they did but it was always in a weird, gross way.

"no, it was with my ex girlfriend," will flinched saying ex girlfriend. it felt so weird calling samy that.

"wait, ex girlfriend?" macklin sat up, confusion on his features.

the blonde's face flushed a little, "oh, i guess we haven't really told people. uh, samy and i broke up."

he watched the brunette's eyes widen in shock, "you broke up? when?"

"like..early june?"

"wait, why? i thought you two were like..oh my god, is that why samy like avoided you when you came over and talked to us at the draft?" macklin's eyes widened in realization.

"yeah..basically. i don't know. i..i kind of realize it was a shitty decision on my part, but i don't really know how to fix it," the older boy admitted, sitting up some.

"did something happen? like what happened?"

"nothing bad..i just..i freaked a bit when i signed on last month. i think i got into my head a little too much and i made the decision without talking it out before i did. she won't talk to me really, though so i can't talk to her," will shrugged, a frown on his lips.

"oh, wow. i'm sorry. i didn't know," the brunette frowned too.

"don't worry. it's my fault and i kind of deserve being avoided."

"maybe i can talk to her? she kind of took beckett and i under her wing at the draft, so maybe we can talk her up," macklin laughed a little.

"no, it's fine. i'll see her anyway at our family vacation, so maybe i can..talk to her or something," will waved the boy off.

"well, if it's any consolation, i think she'd take you back if she heard you out. from what i knew, you guys really cared about each other," macklin shrugged a bit.

"thanks, i appreciate that," will managed a small smile.

the two started getting into talking about something else, but samy lingered on will's mind for the rest of the night. when macklin fell asleep will seriously thought about reaching out to her. his finger hovered above the send button and he deleted and retyped a bunch of messages, but he ultimately decided he shouldn't because why would she even want hear from him anyway?