#plus size hockey

[sweettomyhoney]

personally i would love to read a fic where y/n catches an assault charge for fighting a reporter who said something outta line about her man lmao

𝕂𝕟𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕠𝕦𝕥- 𝕄𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕨.𝕋𝕜

𝙿𝚘𝚟: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊 𝚛𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚠.

𝙰𝙽: 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙼𝚛. 𝚃𝚔𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜.

Prof read is a no/ this is a long one

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Matthew knew what type of woman he had on his hands from the day one. You were sweet, kindhearted and loving. You were the girl of his dreams and his family absolutely adored you. After all, you did have a temper that only a Tkachuk could love. You were a perfect match for Matthew.

On the other hand, you were a force to be reckoned with. If someone even dared to test your gangster you would give them exactly what they dished out. You were a very protective person, especially when it came to Matthew, or the people that you loved. You were not afraid to get your hands dirty if need be. And today was not the day for someone to want to get on your bad side.

Moving from Calgary to Florida was a huge transition for you and Matthew. But, the both of you knew as long as you had each other everything would be fine. Sadly, ever since you’ve gotten settled in the state it seems like the chaos had not stopped. From unpack, adjusting schedules, getting settled at work, time difference, dealing with new people, and Matthew traveling, it was overwhelming. Now, your main concern was making it through family media day.

Today was the first family day for Matthew with his new team. Since you are now Matthew‘s wife, that ment your day would be filled with nonstop interviews from different local media outlets.For the most part things went smooth, until your last interview with a reporter from a hockey podcast you were not familiar with.

You made your way to your designated interview room hoping to be joined by your husband. As you took your seat ,you were informed it was a solo interview due to Matthew needing to meet with the NHL Network. Then a older blonde women entered the room.

•“Mrs. Tkachuk! it is so nice to meet you.” She said with a smile.

• “Hello it’s nice to meet you too” You reply happily.

• “You are even more beautiful in person.” She said now shaking your hand.

•“I’m Carla. Media Manager for the Panthers and I wanted to introduce you to your interviewer today.” She continued.

Before you could even get a word in, a much younger brunette entered the room.

•“You’re the new WAG I need to interview right?” The brunette said coldly.

•“Yeah that is me, and my name is (y\n) btw.” You replied confused.

•“Not important we are here about Matthew anyway.” She replied with an eye roll

•“Matthew will not be joining us for this interview.” Carla introjected.

• “Great! Another interview with an air head.” The brunette muttered under her breath.

• “Excuse me?” You replied taken back.

• “ Well! I will leave y’all to it!” Carla said quickly before leaving the room.

• “This is going to be fun!” You said to yourself sarcastically.

You then made your way over to your designated seat. The camera crew made sure that your mic was on,and that the lighting was working for you. Once everything was good the interview started.

•“ 3.2.1… Action! ” The camera man counted down.

• “ Welcome back to the Hockey Babes Podcast! I am Brianna! Today I am joined with the new Mrs. Matthew Tkachuk!” The brown haired reporter said enthusiastically.

• “Oh so you have a name? Brianna is it?” You said with a smile.

• “Yes! That is me.” She replied with a hair flip.

• “But anyway! Let’s get into the questions shall we?” Briana said sharply.

• “ We shall.” You replied trying to play nice.

• “So (y/n) what is it like marrying into the most hated NHL family?” Brianna said with a smile.

•“ Excuse me? Hate is a strong word don’t you think?” You replied taken back.

• “ Well it’s not like you married into a truly classy family like the Nylander’s. The Tkachuk’s do have a reputation for being white trash.” She said with a laugh.

“Is this bitch for real?” You thought to yourself. What type of interviewer asks a question like that. You were trying so hard to keep your patience. Luckily, It was the last interview of the day. All you needed to do was get through this last thing, then you were back with your loving husband. You continued to answer the question as calmly as possible.

• “ I do understand that my husbands family has a reputation for playing rough. But, white trash is the last thing that they are. Also, if you were good at your job you would know what WE Tkachuk’s are pretty close to the Nylander’s . My husband was drafted the same year as Alex. Also, his former team mate Auston Matthews now plays on the same line and team as William. So, I am pretty sure if we weren’t classy we wouldn’t be as close as we are.” You said confidently.

•“ You keep telling yourself that.” She replied laughing it off

• “So how did you and Matthew meet exactly?” Brianna continued with a snarky grin.

• “It was after he was drafted. I work with nonprofit organizations with the goal to make sports accessible to everyone. I have worked with Nike, Adidas, Reebok, and Dicks Sporting Goods. I met Matthew when the Calgary Flames volunteered to work with at risk kids. I have been in love with him ever since.” You replied reminiscing on the very moment you knew Matt was the one. 

•“ How cute! Got to make up for the lack of talent he has somehow. Glad to see you have a working brain as well!” she said light heartedly.

•“ What do you mean by that?” You replied getting angrier by the second.

•“ I mean you are with the less successful brother. Brady is the youngest captain in the NHL. And tell me what exactly Matthew has accomplished?” She remarked doubling down on her rude comments.

“ You know what? I think this interview is over!” You said angrily as you stood to take off your mic.

“Aww…Did I make the Air Head mad?” Brianna said antagonizing you.

Before you could think, you lunged at her your fist connecting with her face. You grabbed her hair and pulled her out of her seat. You were full on twirling on this hoe.

• “YOU WANNA TALK SHIT LIKE A BITCH THEN IMMA DOG WALK YOU LIKE ONE!” you said dragging her across the floor.

• “ RIGHT BITCH! WRONG IDEA! DON’T EVER TRY TO BAD MOUTH MY FAMILY HOE!” You screamed as security and Matthew proceed to try a pull you two apart.

•“ Y/N IT’S OKAY! IT IS OKAY! YOU GOT HER! IT’S OKAY” you heard Matthew yell as he held you back from going at her again.

As Security dealt with Brianna, Matthew walked you to the medical room. You took a seat on the patient table. Matthew tried to calm you down as best as he could. You had a few scratches, so Matthew decided to find some things to clean you up. When you were calm enough, Matthew asked you what exactly happened.

•“ Baby what happened? Are you okay?” Matthew asked you wrapping his arms around you.

•“ NO! I am not okay! I just spent the last 45 minutes listening to my family be bad mouthed by a random podcast bitch.” You said brokenhearted.

• “ WHAT!” Matthew replied now upset at what he was hearing.

• “ YES! That bitch was talking about how the Tkachuk’s are white trash. How you are not successful cause you’re not a captain yet! And a bunch of other shit about my intelligence!” You told Matthew getting upset again.

• “ That is fucked up! I’ll take care of whatever bullshit comes next okay?You don’t have to worry about that. But,I want to make sure you are okay?” Matthew said concerned.

• “Well I just whooped her ass, so I guess I’m good” you said brushing your tears away.

• “ You did get her pretty good babe. Maybe you are a Tkachuk after all. I should take a few fights lessons from you. ” Matthew said cracking a grin.

• “ Matthew shut up!” You replied rolling your eyes.

• “ What? All I’m saying is that my father would definitely be proud of you.” Matthew replied causing you to crack a little smile.

• “ You think?” You asked looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

• “ I know for sure my little hot head.” Matthew continued leaning into kiss your forehead.

• “ Now you lay back and rest I’m going to sort this all out. Then we will be on our way home.” Matthew added giving you another forehead kiss.

• “ You don’t think I’ll have to deal with the police right?” You questioned him before he left the room.

• “ No way! The most that will happen is needing to pay a fine. Also you know I have a Fight Fine Fund. Triple F for short .” Matthew reassured you with a slight laugh.

• “It is the NHL after all.” You said laying your head down on the padded table.

Matthew managed to sort some things out for you. The most you had to pay was a fine of 8,000 bucks. This was a standard financial investment for Matthew. The man had 100k stocked for fines he might rack up during the season. Brianna on the other hand, was prohibited to conduct any future interviews with the Panthers. In the end, never mess with a woman who is in love with a man like Matthew Tkachuk. You will end up with your ass beat.

PS: I HOPE THIS DOSE YOUR REQUEST JUSTICE 😘💪

[orphicdreamers-wp]

3am Calls — Trevor Zegras

Summary: In which following your hurtful breakup, you find yourself calling Trevor with your unanswered questions.

Summary; Angst without happy ending, cheating(trevor), body insecurities, low self esteem, depression, Jamie Drysdale kind of being a douche, heartbreak, Mid/plus size reader, Dixie Damelio slander(sorry)

Pairing: Trevor Zegras & Reader

You’d met Trevor through his teammate Jamie, you’d gone to high school with him and had tutored him his sophomore year, which was your senior year. You hadn’t seen him since you graduated, until you moved to Anaheim. You had gone to Cornell Veterinary School and moved to Anaheim and opened a vet clinic. You were introduced to Trevor when Jamie brought Trevor’s dog, Louie in because he wasn’t eating and was vomiting blood. You had been administering medication when Trevor hurried in the room, “Jamie what the hell happened?” Jamie turner to his roommate , “Trevor this is Y/N the vet. Y/N this is Trevor, Louie’s his dog.”

You felt the wind leave your throat, “It seems he just had an allergic reaction to something he’s eaten. His breathing was a little shallow so I gave him some medication and I’m gonna prescribe some of it as I’m worried about his breathing.” Trevor’s eyes met you and a small smile on his face, “Thank you so much.” You smiled, “Just doing my job, hi baby.” You smiled lightly as Louie stirred on the table and rubbed his face against your hands. Trevor smiled at the scene in front of him, “I’m suprised, Lou doesn’t usually like new people.” Jamie grinned, “Oh she’s the master of animals loving her. She was my tutor in high school.” Trevor grinned widely as your cheeks flushed, “Maybe I should get your number in case something else happens to Louie.”

You grinned as you pulled out a business card from your scrub pocket, “Feel free to call me with any questions you may have.” You ran a hand through Louie’s fur, “I feel bad running out but I have twenty minutes for my lunch and I have to go all the way back to my place because I was in a rush this morning. It was great seeing you again Jamie, nice meeting you Trevor.” You hurried out of the exam room and had your vet tech go in and help them get the paperwork done.

You and Trevor quickly began dating after that. Your relationship was perfect, Trevor was kind, funny and attentive to you at all times. But you couldn’t help but find yourself wondering if you and Trevor were really meant to be. Trevor was a stereotypical attractive athlete who had women throwing themselves at him. You were a plus sized woman who had no interest in the spotlight. So when rumors of Trevor dating a effortlessly beautiful and thin social media influencer, it was no surprise you let it get the best of you.

Trevor had reassured you that he was not involved with the influencer, you didn’t believe him but that was expected when a photo of them standing next to each other in an amusement park. But that wasn’t even the worst of it, you’d had by far the worst day at work, you had to euthanize 3 dogs and 2 cats. All you wanted to do when you arrived to your shared apartment with Trevor was take a scorching shower and lay in bed. You opened the door to the apartment yawning as you slipped off your shoes and entered the living room. You dropped your tote bag on the coffee table as you made your way to the bathroom to start the shower.

You had started the water and made your way to the bedroom to grab clothes. You felt your throat tighten and your stomach churn as you pushed the door open. A small squeak came from beside the bed. You blinked rapidly as your eyes met a pair of bright brown doe eyes. You felt your voice come out as a whisper, “I can’t believe him.” You slammed your dresser drawer shut as you walked into the bathroom and shut off the water and made your way into the living room. Trevor was leaning against the counter sipping water as his sweatpants hung lowly on his hips, “Hi hon, I didn’t realize you were home yet.”

You bit your tongue, “I’m sure you didn’t. How was your day? Do anything fun?” Trevor felt a sense of panic in his chest, “Nope, just practice and grabbed drinks with the guys. How was work?” You picked up your tote bag and slipped on your shoes, “I’m out of here, I can’t do this anymore. I trusted you and you lied to me. You said there was nothing going on with her. I can’t do this Trev, I won’t.” Trevor felt his heart stop, “Baby, you can’t just give up on this. Please? Jamie said that I would be able to fix this, please.” You shook your head, “I don’t have to. You already did.” You walked out of the apartment and slammed the door behind you.

You found yourself at your clinic, you didn’t have anywhere to go. You hadn’t really connected with any of the girlfriends of Trevor’s teammates. You knew Jamie would side with Trevor because they’d been friends for years especially when Trevor said Jamie had encouraged him. And your hectic work hours didn’t allow you to make friends easily. So you went to the one place that was truly yours, your work. You sat on the floor in your office staring at the wall.

Your phone was blowing up with texts from Trevor. You ignored them until the last one, ‘I’m sorry for this. I asked them not to post it.’ You furrowed an eyebrow as a new notification from Entertainment Weekly on Twitter. You clicked the notification and were met with an article saying that Trevor and Dixie Damelio confirmed their relationship. You felt bile form in your stomach as you locked your phone.

Six months had passed since then and you still found yourself staring intently at yourself whenever you walked past a mirror. You always found something wrong in the reflection, whether the shirt you wore was too tight on your breasts, the pants you wore were too tight on your legs, your thighs were too large, your arms jiggled as you walked, no matter what you found yourself picking yourself apart. Granted you did it occasionally while you were with Trevor and before you two started dating. But it was different after being cheated on.

Before you didn’t pay mind to the harsh comments people made as you walked past them on the street, or from behind you in a restaurant line. But now you found yourself shrinking smaller whenever a negative comment was made. That’s what led you to your current predicament. You were sitting on the floor of your new apartment’s bedroom. A full body length mirror in front of you. Your cheeks were stained with tears as you reached for your cell phone.

You knew you shouldn’t do it, he was happy, he’d moved on. You found yourself checking his girlfriends instagram account and overanalyzing your body compared to hers. You clicked his contact and let it ring. You took in a deep breath as his raspy voice filled your ears, “Y/N what’s up?” You sniffled as you realized that you had probably woken him, it was 3 in the morning. You shook your head, “Nothing, I shouldn’t have called. Forget it.”

Trevor’s voice filled your ears, “I can tell your crying. It’s not nothing if your crying. What’s wrong?” You sniffled, “I guess I was just trying to figure out what I did wrong. I mean why wasn’t I enough Trev?” Trevor felt his heart split wide open, “Baby you were enough. It was me who wasn’t.” You shook your head, “Don’t give me that bullshit Trev, what can I fix for the next person? I mean is it my body, I can change that. I just don’t want to ever feel like this again.” If Trevor thought his heart couldn’t break any further, your words made a fool of him.

“No, you were perfect. I was too immature for someone like you. Your the most perfect person I know, I wasn’t ready for someone to expect that of me. Especially you. I should have communicated with you but I was drunk and Jamie was encouraging me to flirt with Dixie, I was lonely, we’d been fighting and I shouldn’t have done it. It’s not you.” You shook your head as you sniffled, “I really loved you. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. I just I have to move on from that.” With that you hung up the phone.

[imaginedreamwrite]

I think I will request this, actually TikTok is banned this side of the world, but I am damn curious from its title alone so don’t wanna pass up the opportunity

“They call him Harvard Hottie,” Bunny, the goalie’s longtime girlfriend and your new roommate, explains it all to you in a crash course before you go skating with her and the team, “he’s Harvard alum and graduated with honours.”

“Harvard Hottie,” you grit your teeth and wince when your skates touch ice and you feel like your feet are going to slip from under you, “is defence?”

“And assistant captain.” Bunny grabs your hand and tugs you behind her, skating like she was born on the ice, right to her boyfriend and the guy you’re supposed to be on a blind/first date with.

“Cranky Frankie!” Bunny comes to a sharp stop in front of her boyfriend, only the edges of his dark blonde hair are visible from under his dark toque but its his frown that turns into a soft smile that holds your attention

Its the way he looks at her that makes you envious, the crankiness that melt away when she comes into his eyesight and embrace that is beyond adorable. She molds into him and he molds into her, spinning her twice while you stand with your arms spread wide.

“Harvard Hottie,” bunny grins and nudges the guy she wants to set you up with, “this is Y/N. She’s new to skating, not very good at it-“

“Bunny-“ you hiss and begun to chide her, squealing in surprise when you feel like you’re going to crash and burn.

“Grab my hand,” his blue eyes catch you off guard, his strength surprising you when he not only steadies you but helps you skate forward a few inches, “you good?”

Heat blooms in your belly, stuttering when he laughs under his breath and steals you away.

“I got her, Bunny! Your friend is in good hands!”

[jarofstyles]

Jarofstyles Fic Rec 2023 🪽

hello my loves! Here is our updated fic rec.

[some may be repeats of last year because we reread them!]

Also check out our fic rec account, @jarofstylesrecs for some we most definitely missed!

There are so many I want to put on here and I’ll update it again, but here we are! Let me know of any fics you recommend 🩷

WATTPAD-

Bambi- vanillasoy (or @queenofgraveyards here) (ceo soft H, in my top 5)

Flower- vanillasoy (bodyguard/grumpy h x sunshine ofc)

Devil’s Due- petite_cerise (classic dark!H)

Adonis- temptress_ (dark!H and fierce OFC)

Valhalla- temptress_ (Viking!H)

Baby Blue- theasstour (artist!H and model y/n)

Lucky Penny- alisonfelix (teacher h, soft, ofc finding herself)

Informed Consent- alisonfelix (college romance, absolutely tooth rotting fluff I’m obsessed)

One Night Stand- alisonfelix (short story, pregnancy one night stand plot. A lil angsty but cute)

Ladybug- _screamingcolour (50’s au, super cute)

Pirouette- _screamingcolour (ballerina ofc, so fucking cute it hurts)

Flower Girl- sushirrrry (idk how to describe but chef’s kiss)

Celestial- sushirrrry (WIP, it hurts but it feels good, nerdy h who loves the stars)

Wildflowers- latenightgab (assholeish tattoorry, single dad)

Jezebel- latenightgab (sugar daddy ceo x dancer teacher)

Office Hours- latenightgab (lawyer and professor H x student)

Pink Slip- stillhurtingstyles (plus size! Assistant y/n x boss h)

Always - styleslegend (my OG favorite fic, nerdy h x popular y/n, old but good)

A Lifetime With You- anenglishbird (supernatural au, witchy, adore it)

Inclination- peanutboyfriend (sexuality discovery, so good)

Aerial- peanutboyfriend (aerialist h and ofc, 60’s set, another top 10 fic)

1789- everlasts (period piece, just read it. French Revolution)

Breaking The Ice- sarbearfive (hockey!H)

Sail My Ridges- @1800titz (new but soooo fucking good. Piraterry, writing is phenomenal as usual)

The Devil is a Gentleman- @1800titz (again, writing is incredible. Kink heavy, lovely, bdsm club, masks, real estate agent H- just please read it)

Sinners Place- @shroombloomm (so fucking good, preistrry, all the good drama, 10/10)

Do I Wanna Know? - @eatyourhoneyh (trust me, stripper ofc. Obsessed)

Boston- witchysunflower (hockey h, cheating plot)

Haste- htownrry (pregnancy plot but unconventional, racer h, very good)

TUMBLR-

Prosecco- @moonchildstyles (older!H)

Gravity- @moonchildstyles (camboyrry)

Aster- @moonchildstyles (tattoorry grumpy sunshine)

Èlan- @moonchildstyles (bodyguardrry that pulled my heart strings)

firemanrry- @jawllines (softest H, made of sugar and the little puppy :( )

Ballerinarry- @jawllines (enemies to lovers, obsessed)

Young American- @0nlythrowharrybeaux (tattoo artists h and y/n, so well written)

Wolves- @0nlythrowharrybeaux (Wolfrry!!!)

A Good Fit- @0nlythrowharrybeaux (trust me, read)

LVRS CLUB- @0nlythrowharrybeaux (sex club slay)

Best Friend’s Dadrry- @gurugirl (exactly what it says. So good)

The Arrangement- @gurugirl (sugar daddy h!)

The Ex- @gurugirl (trusf me again)

The whole Knockout series- @freedomfireflies (yall don’t even know how feral this series makes me…)

404- @freedomfireflies (again obsessed, nerdy enemies chefs kiss)

Silk and Rope- @cupid-styles (dom/sub dynamic, so soft)

Only Angel- @cupid-styles (tattorry, experienced h, shy y/n)

Complicated Freak- @lukesaprince (best friends Dadrry is a weakness)

Rich- @lukesaprince (older! H, age gap,)

Mutually Beneficial - @cherryjuiceblues (Dom/sub dynamics, perfection!)

Could You Live With Just a Taste- @frioamor (Dom/sub, smut is mind blowing)

Love’s Divine- @atlafan (nanny!h omg)

Peaches & Cream- @atlafan (anything they write tbh)

You’re Someone I Just Want Around- @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy & @sunflowervolvimp3 (I put this every year bc I reread it every single year. I’m obsessed. My Roman Empire. I’ve never heard ‘like real people do’ the same since.)

Please You- @adorebeaa (again just trust me)?

Wolfrry- @adorebeaa (please I’m obsessed w this and the smut is incredible)

The Dark King- @shroombloomm (so so so so so good, dark obviously but I love it)

Achilles Heel- @angelisverba (I’m obsessed w their writing and plugrry but this smut is mind blowing)

[pucked-bunnie]

not so bad ⎜j.drysdale

pairings: jamie drysdale x plus sized! reader genre: fluff warnings: mentions of injury ⎜ slight mention of body discrimination synopsis: after jamie was traded you finally made it to one of your best friends games - you didn't expect things to go so horribly. word count: 5k authors note: there are obviously a few discrepancies from the actual game when jamie got injured but this is what must happen for cute stories. (UNEDITED)

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“And please for the love of god, Trevor, don’t forget to lock the door when you leave.” You grumble as you slide out of the passenger side, scurrying around to the trunk to retrieve your suitcase - Trevor already pulling the hard cased bag from the car, placing it on the side walk for you. 

“Yeah, yeah, I think I can manage to look after your cat for a week.” He huffs, waving your off as you raise your brow at him. You had spent the last thirty minutes in the car making sure he knew how to care for your six month old kitten - despite the cat already being quite self sufficient and having an automatic feeder you wanted to make sure someone was checking on him at least once a day, hence your stressed instructions to Trevor on the drive to the airport. 

“Okay, I’m trusting you.” You say, pulling your keys out of your pocket and handing them over to the eager hockey player. 

“Me and bean are going to have so much fun.” He coos, shoving the keys into his pocket before reaching over and giving you a tight squeeze. “Make sure to tell him I’ll be watching his game.” He adds and you nod, squeezing him back before stepping onto the pathway pulling your suitcase with you as you watch Trevor pull away from the curb. 

You tug your phone from your pocket checking your flight information one last time before heading inside to check in. After Jamie had been traded almost a month ago you had been with little to no contact while he settled in to his new environment, both you and Trevor feeling the effects of your quiet best-friends absence. 

It was when you finally managed to catch Jamie between his schedules he invited you to Philadelphia to visit him, requesting your help in setting up his new apartment in the city - he luckily had managed to snag a fully furnished apartment - in his words it just needed a ‘piece of home’, so the two of you had quickly managed to book in a week for you to fly to Philadelphia. 

With Trevors reckless driving you had managed to make it to your flight with an hour to spare, taking your time at the cafe near your boarding gate to scroll mindlessly on your phone until you heard the first calls for your flight to board. With an estimated flight time of five and a half hours you were very glad for the kindle Jamie had gifted you at the last Christmas dinner. 

“I know we said we weren’t doing presents this year but I wanted to get you something I thought you’d find useful.” Jamie had whispered as he leaned over to your side as the conversation continued in the room. He placed the small wrapped gift in your lap with a nervous smile his eyebrows raised in anticipation as he waits for you to unwrap the gift. 

“I wrapped it myself.” He adds quickly, pointing out the red wrapping paper covered in Mario characters holding presents. You send him a quick smile before ripping the paper open gently - tucking the remnants into your bag to add to your keepsake box in the back of your closet - you pull out the amazon branded box looking down at the kindle now in your lap with a growing smile. 

“I know how much you love to read and my mum recommended this one.” Jamies explains before pointing to the torn box, “I already took the liberty to download some that my mum said you’d like and I put a gift card in the box so you can buy some more when you feel like it.” 

You can feel your heart beating against your chest as you look up at the sweet boy besides you, his hands fiddling in his lap as he waits for you to say something. “It’s perfect, Jamie.” You mumble, smiling at him with a short nod as you close the distance between you placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Thank you.” You add shifting back in your seat as Jamie does the same a bright red tinge on his cheeks. 

That was almost a year ago and you had filled the kindle with over a hundred books since then, somehow managing to convince Jamie to get one for himself after he had listen to your high praise for the device. 

Sliding into your seat on the plane and placing your kindle on your lap you sent a quick message to your trios group chat. 

‘Princess Peach 🍑 : on the plane about to take off - should be there around six tonight.’ 

‘Mario 🥸: I’ll be waiting’

‘Wario 👨🏻‍🦲: me and beans are excited for you to be gone.’ Trevor sends with a photo of your kitten glaring up at the man, quickly followed by another message. 

‘Wario 👨🏻‍🦲: hey who changed my name.’ 

‘Wario 👨🏻‍🦲: I’m supposed to be Luigi.’

‘ Mario 🥸 : lol.’  You chuckle at the messages before switching your phone to airplane mode and tucking it into your pocket, sliding your headphones over your ears as the flight attendants finish their spiel on safety and move to their own seats. 

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Six hours in a small seat trying to avoid making any contact with the person sitting besides you really has a way of stiffening every muscle in your body. You roll your shoulders as you wait for the others in your row to gather their belongings, deciding it best to wait for most of the flight to empty out before attempting to make your own way. 

As soon as you had turned off airplane mode on your phone, it had started dinging with messages. 

‘Wario 👨🏻‍🦲: I’m changing my name back.’

‘Wario 👨🏻‍🦲 has set the nickname to Luigi 👴🏻’

‘Luigi 👴🏻: that’s so much better.’ 

‘Mario 🥸 has set the nickname to donkey kong 🦍’ 

‘ donkey kong 🦍 : knock it off.’ 

‘ donkey kong 🦍 : @princess peach🍑 please tell him to stop bullying me’

‘Mario 🥸: she would never’ 

‘Princess Peach 🍑: I would never’  you respond quickly before deeming it time to grab your bag from the overhead storage and follow your fellow passengers off the plain, making sure to bid a quick ‘thank you’ to the flight attendants standing by the exit. Your phone dings again in your hand as you making it into the boarding area. 

‘bestfriend ❤️: I’m waiting outside your flights baggage collection - do you still have the white suitcase?’ Jamies message albeit simple gives you butterflies, the idea that after so long apart you were finally going to see him made you giddy. 

‘trevor’s bestie ❤️: yep, the one with the blue tag on the side.’  You send your reply frowning at the sudden change in nick name, Trevor must’ve have figured out your passcode again. You roll your eyes but tuck your phone back into side pocket of your leggings, pulling on the hoodie from your carry on, knowing Philadelphia this time of year was a lot colder than Anaheim. 

Jamie is easy to spot in front of the baggage carousel, his eyes focused on the passing bags as he waits for yours to slide past him. You watch him with a soft smile as he steps forwards to help a lady pull her oversized suitcase off the line before helping another lady besides her, nodding quickly as they thank him, stepping forwards once more to pull your bag off the line, placing it delicately at his side as he glances around the waiting area, pulling his phone quickly from his pocket his thumbs typing. 

‘bestfriend ❤️: I have taken your bag hostage - if you wish for it to be returned you must be in front of me in the next 60 seconds.’  Your phone dings with the arrival of the message, your feet moving quickly as you sneak up behind him, tapping his shoulder lightly once your reach him. 

“Miss me?” You question cheerfully, Jamie’s eyes widening as he turns around. 

“I didn’t think you’d actually get here this fast.” He says, placing a hand on his chest as he lets out a shaky breath, “Scared the crap out of me.” 

“Sorry.” You apologise waiting for him to move before deciding it’s best if you initiate contact. Throwing your arms over his shoulders, you pull him in for a tight hug, his arms immediately wrapping around your waist as he hoists you up, his arms pulling you in even closer as your feet dangle off the floor.

“I personally didn’t miss you at all.” You chuckle into his neck as he sways a little his own face buried into your shoulder, you can feel the grin on his lips as he gently places you down on the ground, not quite letting go of you yet. 

“I missed you so much.” He mumbled, nuzzling into your shoulder a little more before finally pulling away, his hand grabbing for your suitcase as his other hand reaches out for yours. 

“Trevor wanted me to tell you he’d be watching the game tomorrow.” You say as you take hold of Jamie’s hand, letting him lead the way out of the airport. 

“He better be.” Jamie says, “he has nothing better to do these days.” 

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The drive to Jamie’s new place from the airport takes longer than normal, as he stops around to pick up a few bits a pieces to help make your stay with him more comfortable - snacks being his highest priority. 

“I know it’s not the fanciest but its cozy and it has two bedrooms so it was perfect for friends to come visit.” Jamie warns as he parks his car in the garage under his building. You’re quick to roll your eyes at his statement, if the outside of the building was anything to go by the apartment was going to be more than ‘cozy’. 

“I’m sure it’ll be fine.” You respond, undoing your seatbelt and slipping out of the car, dragging your backpack with you trying to make your way to grab your suitcase before Jamie could beat your to it. 

You’ll give him one thing, for how built he was, he could move faster then most people. Jamie grins as he pulls your suitcase from the trunk of his car, holding it in one hand the other grabbing for the grocery bags. “Too slow.” He teases as he shuts the trunk, guiding you to the elevator. 

You just watch as he gets in the moving metal box scanning his access key and pressing the tenth floor your reasonably heavy suitcase comfortable in his hand. “You know the suitcase has wheels, right?” You question. 

“Yep.” Jamie says quickly, nodding his head as he adds, “But how would I show off how strong I am, if I just wheeled it around.” His statement pulls a shocked laugh from you as the elevator stops announcing it’s arrival on the tenth floor. Jamie once again moves quickly walking to his door and pressing a few numbers into the keypad. 

“Not fancy, my ass.” You grumble as he pushes his door open, moving inside placing your suitcase by the door, and the groceries on the dining room table. 

“Welcome.” He exclaims arms out wide as he lets you take in his space. It was definitely fully furnished, the house looking like it came from a home decor magazine, but it didn’t have the comfort a home should have. Jamie had already started adding a few decorations of his own, his and Trevors ducks jerseys hanging side by side in large frames besides the living room T.V, a few photo frames with his friends and family lining the shelves besides the window. 

“This place is great, Jamie.” You exclaim, as you reach for your suitcase, lying it on the floor as you dig around for your present. “But you were right when you said it was missing something.” You continue finally grabbing hold of the rolled up fabric in your bag. 

You smile as you hand it to him watching the fabric unroll, the man looking down at the blanket in confusion. “Your mum sent me some of your old jerseys that weren’t going to any use, and Trevor asked the equipment manager if I could have some ducks ones as a parting gift.” You begun to explain, motioning to the logos from the jerseys of every team he had played on. “Most of it is made up of jerseys from your time with the ducks, and I had to buy a Philadelphia one to finish it off.” You finish motions to the orange square at the bottom of the blanket. 

“You made me a blanket?” Jamie asks quietly. 

You nod. 

“Out of all my old jerseys?” He asks again. 

You nod.

“Do you like it?” You asks slowly, watching his face for any sign of distain. Jamie glances towards you for a moment before taking off down the hallway, his feet sliding against the wooden floorboards as he enters the room at the end of the hall. 

“It’s perfect.” He yells, your feet moving to follow him. You glance around the corner into the bedroom, Jamie smoothing the blanket over his bed with one of the biggest smiles you had ever seen. “It’s perfect.” He says again. 

“Well, I’m glad you like it.” You respond, your hands clasped behind your back, “Now show me my room.” 

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“Are you sure your okay to make your own way there?” Jamie asks as he straightens out his dark grey suit, his hair freshly washed and pushed away from his forehead. Your night with Jamie had consisted of Chinese takeaway and a lot of gossip about Trevors new girlfriend - the two of you eventually falling asleep on the couch while watching ‘love is blind’ on Netflix. 

You had woken up in the guest room, unsure how Jamie had managed to move you with such ease. 

“I’ll be fine, it’s like a ten minute Uber.” You reassure, reaching out the smooth out the collar on his shirt. Jamie was heading to the rink early as most players did on game day, wanting the chance to start warming up and checking their equipment. 

“Oh before I forget.” Jamie says quickly, reaching into his practice bag pulling out a large ID hanging on a lanyard. “I grabbed you one of these so you have access to the family room if it’s too overwhelming down near the ice, it also gets you free food at the concession stands.” He says quickly handing you the lanyard. 

‘Jamie Drysdale - Friends and Family - All Access’ Printed in large letters on the front, the lanyard covered in big block letters spelling out ‘VIP’ 

“You didn’t have to Jamie, you already got me those rink side tickets.” You complain looking down at the pass again. 

“Well I didn’t have to pay for this - and it’s just in case of emergencies, I don’t want you to get stuck with security if you need something.” He explains and you nod slowly, tucking the pass close to your chest as you glance up at him. “I’ll see you after the game, okay? Meet me near the locker room.” He says softly, reaching forwards to tuck a lose piece of hair behind your ear. 

The silence is thick between the two of you - Jamie hand resting on the side of your neck as he opens his mouth to say something, closing it quickly after. He doesn’t say anything as he shoots you another grin, picking up his phone and keys by the door, quietly exiting his apartment. 

You let out a long sigh, the feeling of his hand still tingling on your skin. 

Now was probably a good time to get ready. 

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You checked your outfit one more time in the mirror - the flared leggings doing wonders to make your legs look longer and slimmer, you favourite hoodie layered under one of Jamie’s new Philadelphia jerseys - usually you wouldn’t wear a jersey to a game often feeling they made you look awkward and desperate when hanging around with your two friends, but for the first game you were watching of Jamie’s in his new team you felt it was necessary to show your support. 

Slinging your bag over your shoulder, your grab the spare set of keys Jamie had left for you, tapping on your phone to order the Uber to take you to the rink. The car arrived quickly, game days often being a easy money making day for Uber drivers, the man greeting you and confirming your destination as you slide into the backseat of his car. 

“You a Philly fan?” The drivers asks as he glances at you in the rearview mirror. 

“Not really - I’m actually from Anaheim but my friend recently moved here and I just wanted to support him.” You explain the driving nodding before asking. 

“Your boyfriend, is he a player?” 

“Oh no, we’re just friends.” You correct the driver raising an eyebrow as he turns his gaze back to the road. 

“Not many friends would fly across the country to watch a hockey game.” The driver continues, a smile breaking out on his face as you stare like a deer caught in headlights. “Must be some friendship you two have.” He adds driving the needle further into your chest as you think about your friendship. 

The crowds begin to grow as you close in on the rink, the driver giving you a kind smile as he stops outside the front entrance. “I hope you have fun at the game.” The driver says as you swing open the back door, “Tell your friend how lucky he is to have you.” He adds as you shut the door, you can see him smiling as the car pulls away from the curb, shaking your head at the friendly mans antics. 

As you make your way into the building scanning your ticket at the front door - grabbing a quick bottle of water from a concession stand before making your way to your seat just in time to see both teams fly onto the ice for warm ups. Taking your seat you smile at the two girls sitting a few seats down, pulling your phone out of you pockets to snap photos of number 9. 

‘Jamie’s not-so-bestie 😈: snapped a few photos of our special little guy.’ You send the message to Trevor rolling your eyes at yet another name change in your phone. 

A hard bang on the glass has you looking up from your phone, Jamie staring down at you with furrowed brows. “Trevor.” You mouth his head nodding, as he flicks his puck into his hand, showing it to you before throwing it over the glass, the puck easily caught in your hands. Jamie watches you as he take a few steps away from your seat, handing it over to the girls sitting a little further away. 

“He wanted me to pass this to you.” You say as you hand it to one of the girls, both letting out high pitched squeals as they glance towards your best friend. 

“Where’s your pass?” He mouths through the glass, motioning his hands around his neck, your hand tapping your bag, pulling out one corner to show him where your stored it. He nods quickly, waving a quick goodbye as he skates away, doing a few laps around the ice before stopping to stretch closer to the bench. 

“I always knew Jamie would be into bigger girls.” One of the teenagers exclaims, both looking you up and down before leaning together and whispering. “She is really pretty though.” The others replies. 

You glance down at yourself with a sigh, settling back into your seat, your arms wrapped around yourself.  The game starts soon after the flyers and penguins taking to the ice in a close game. You watch on the edge of your seat as Jamie moves quickly around the ice - occasionally taking a second to respond to one of Trevors messages. The first period ends with the penguins ahead by one - Jamie exiting the ice with slumped shoulders. 

You knew how tough on himself Jamie could be when the game wasn’t going his way - and being on a new time, you could guess the pressure he was putting on himself was multiplied. Waiting for the second period you glance down at your phone, liking a photo on your instagram before a tap on your shoulder catches your attention. 

“So, do you know him or something?” One of the girls ask as she takes a seat next to you, her friend moving to sit besides her as they both wait for your answer. 

“Or something.” You respond, looking back to your phone as it dings. 

‘bestfriend ❤️: does the game look as bad as it feels?’ You move to respond before one of the girls asks another question. 

“So are you two dating?” She says and you shrug waiting as she adds, “you just don’t seem like the type to be with a hockey player.” Her friend slaps her shoulder as they both giggle, “You can’t say that.” He friend laughs as you just roll your eyes typing quickly on your phone. 

‘trevor’s bestie ❤️: the game is tight. You’re playing great.’ You send the message to Jamie. The two girls remain besides you as the second period starts, the flyers managing a goal to tie the game, the play moving fast as the penguins manage to score a third goal with less than nine minutes left in the period. 

You try to stay positive, hockey being a game where score reversals can happen so fast, the play restarting at centre ice the puck making its way back and forth on the ice before being hit high into the air. Jamie skates his way to the red line, swatting the puck back down to the ice before taking off with it. 

He gets past one penguin making his way into the offensive zone before he gets rammed into - his body hits the ice hard, you can see his mouth open in a pain filled hiss as he rolls to his side, his right hand gripping his left shoulder. 

“Shit.” You curse, jumping up from your seat as you watch him move. Jamie makes his way onto his feet, his left arm hanging limply by his side, the boy skating quickly off the ice into the locker room. You ignore the fans cheering as the two teams go head to head in a scrum, your mind racing as you take two stairs at a time. 

‘Jamie’s real bestie 😈 is calling.’ 

“Is he okay? What the fuck was that.” Trevor yells into the phone, as you speed walk through the building. 

“I don’t know - he didn’t look okay.” You respond stopping one of the workers who’s in a Philadelphia branded shirt. “Excuse me, do you know where the locker room is?” You question, the man looking at you with confusion as you fish around in your bag, your phone still pressed to your ear as you grab hold of the VIP pass. 

“It’s his shoulder, Trev. It looked dislocated.” You say into your phone as the man walks quickly with you behind him, stopping outside a roped off area, whispering quietly to one of the security guards who slowly walks away. “I’m going to see if I can check on him.” Trevor swears a few times before making you promise to text him once you know if Jamie is okay, the two of you ending the phone call quickly as the security guard comes back. 

“We don’t let most people in the locker room.” The security guard says quickly and you nod. “Can I see your pass please.” He adds quickly, handing over the lanyard and pass as he glances over it. His eyes widen a little as he sees the players name on your pass before handing it back to you. 

“What’s your relation to the player?” The security guard asks and you hesitate. 

“His girlfriend.” You splutter out the guard nodding before holding up one of the ropes for you to slip under - he motions for you to follow behind him as he walks to the entrance of the room, holding out a hand for you to stop. 

“We have someone claiming to be Jamie’s girlfriend outside, she wants to come in.” You heard the guard say into the room, a few people mumble back words of confusion and disagreement with letting you inside. 

“Let her in.” Jamie voice cuts through, before he lets out a painful whimper, “Please.” He adds quickly. You don’t wait for permission, rounding the corner to walk into the locker room, a small gasp escaping you as you take in Jamie. His eyes are squeezed shut as the trainers work carefully to remove his pads, his shoulder clearly out of it’s socket. 

Jamie lets out another yelp as they lift his arm to unclip the chest pads, both trainers apologising as they gently place it back by his side. You take a few steps forwards, Jamie’s eyes opening at the sound of your approaching, his bright blue eyes finding yours as he reaches out his right hand. 

“Oh Jamie.” You sigh as you take his hand in yours, your other reaching out to move his hair out of his face. He lets out a long sigh as he turns his head to face your, burying it in your stomach as he lets out a long groan as the trainers rotate his arm slowly, your face scrunching in a grimace as you watch the joint slide back into place, your hand stroking gently across his hair. 

Jamie lets out a sigh of relief as the trainers drop his arm into his lap, the joint now comfortable back in the socket. “Are you okay?” You ask, Jamie just nodding his head against you, his body melting into your side as your hand moves from his hair to rub soft circles on his back. 

“Lucky for you Jamie, I think we’ve saved you a trip to the ER.” The trainer says pulling out a triangle bandage, making quick work of wrapping Jamie’s arm in a sling “Bad news is you’ll still have to go to the hospital for an X-ray to make sure everything is where it is meant to be.” The trainer adds, finishing off Jamie’s sling before turning to you. 

“Are you in a position to drive him over?” The trainer questions and you nod quickly, “We will ring ahead to try and get you two in and out as quickly a possible.” You thank the trainer, before moving Jamie’s head away from your body, crouching down in front of him. 

“Do you wanna get changed before we go?” You ask, Jamie just nodding slowly, his eyes shooting over to the equipment manager already holding a fresh set of clothes. “I’ll wait outside, okay?” You reassure pressing a quick kiss to his forehead before leaving the room. 

‘Jamie’s not-so-bestie 😈: He’s okay, left shoulder was dislocated but one of the trainers managed to get it back in, so we’re heading to the hospital to get a quick X-ray.” You send the message to Trevor, your gaze lifting from your phone as Jamie trudges out of the locker room, his arm tight in his sling, a black hoodie thrown on with a pair of sweatpants. 

“They know you’re coming, just go straight to the imaging wing and give them Jamies name.” The trainer explains, handing Jamies backpack to you with a gentle smile. He pats Jamie on the back before heading back into the room. Jamies free hand reaches out to grip yours, pulling you in the direction of the parking garage. 

“Thank you.” Jamie says quietly as you reach his car, throwing his bag in the backseat before helping him slide into the passenger side. 

“Theres no need to thank me, Jamie.” You reassure, racing around to get into the drivers seat. As soon as you’ve reversed out of the spot, Jamie’s hand finds your again, his fingers laced with yours, his thumb stroking the back of your hand softly. You glance over at him every now and then, his eyes squeezed shut, his jaw tight as the car jostles him. 

“We’ll be home before you know it.” You coos, trying to drive as smoothly as possible. 

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Jamie’s trainer was right, the trip to the hospital couldn’t have been more then an hour, the doctor giving Jamie the all clear to go home with some pain relief and instructions for strict rest, he would be in touch with the Philadelphia team to decide on a treatment plan. 

Jamie is silent as you drive the two of you back to his apartment, his hand never leaving yours as you make your way into his apartment moving him over to the couch in front of the TV. 

“I’m gonna grab you some food and water so you can take your pills.” You say quickly, but Jamie just shakes his head, his hand squeezing yours as he pulls you back to him. 

“Just stay.” He says softly, “Sit with me for a little.” He adds, his head falling to your shoulder as you take the spot besides him on the couch. Both your hands clasp his, fiddling with his fingers as his breathing slows. 

“Thank you.” He says again. 

“You really don’t have to thank me, Jamie. It’s what friends do.” You respond, the boy letting out a scoff. 

“Most friends wouldn’t fly across the country to watch a hockey game.” He sulks, the words from your Uber driver earlier ringing in your ears. 

“I guess I’m not like most friends.” You coo, a smile lighting up on Jamie’s face. 

“I guess not.” He says softly before asking, “So, are we like offical now or something?” The words making your snort as you glance down at him. 

“What are you talking about?” 

“You… Me… Us. You said you were my girlfriend.” He explains, his words gentle as he shifts his head against your shoulder, your eyes meeting. “I really want you to be my girlfriend.” He sense the way you hesitate, quickly moving to take back his statement. 

“Isn’t it obvious Jamie?” You ask, “would just a friend really fly six hours just to watch a hockey game?” 

[moonstruckme]

James Potter Drabbles

✩ = 18+, mdni ♡ = mae's favs

James apologizes to hufflepuff!you after a prank gone wrong ♡

Roommate!James takes care of you when you're sick

You have a complicated relationship with touch, and James loves you just the same

James protects you from the cold

James x you when you're uncomfortable around drunk people

You inadvertently torment bestfriend!James with your hotness

You introduce James to nipple piercings (he's a fan)

Touchy bestfriend!James is obsessed with your boobs

James is beyond proud when you pass your big test

You're anxious and PMSing, and James is The Best

You both misplace your glasses

Hockey player!James experiences love at first sight with figure skater!reader

Your muscley boyfriend James gives you the hug of the year ♡

You wash James' hair after a long day ♡

James gets a lesson on waxing moon rituals from whimsical!reader

James knows you're not so innocent

You give James flowers ♡

Roommate!James is way too nice to you when you come home drunk

You and James are both very fit and achey (massages help)

James doesn't care about your acne

James is (lovingly) worried when whimsical!reader brings home a friend

James loves your nose

James is lovestruck for whimsical!reader

James gets into a slight tizzy when you scrape your knee ♡

James comforts you when you worry you're a not a good person

James helps when you have a nosebleed

James is obsessed with plus size!reader

You help bodyguard!James in his time of need ♡

James is smitten with you, Sirius' sister

You accessorize James' bicep

James is drunk and staunchly loyal

fireman!James rescues you from an elevator

James reasons with you when you're jealous ♡

James wants to be your champion

Bodyguard!James saves you during a shooting

James feeds you

Bestfriend!James and you roll around (platonically of course)

You and James are adorably domestic ♡

You're afraid of showing too much love for James

You and James finally have your time ♡

Rockstar!James throws a drumstick at you

James comforts you when you have a migraine

Firefighter!James frets over your smoke inhalation

You divert James on a summer day

You worry you and James are drifting apart ♡

James comforts you when you have anxiety troubles

You and James meet when you're drunk and upset

Roommate!James is protective when you go on a date

You call on your neighbor, James, for help

James and shy!reader kiss for the first time

Camp counselor!James

He invites you to a bonfire The kids know about his crush He tells a campfire story

James loves to tease ✩♡

Giggly sex with James ✩

James is your first time ✩ | the aftercare

[avatar-anna]

The Professor

Better Off

Pregnancy Series

Champagne Problems

Hockey Player! Harry x Figure Skater! Reader

Unkown Number

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Bonus!

Latina!reader x Harry

Makeup artist!reader x Harry

Vogue Beauty Secrets

Painting H's nails

Girl Gone Live

How they spend their time before H goes onstage

Young dad!Harry x Young mom!reader

70s Harry and Y/n

Florist!reader x Harry

Harry is oblivious

Chef!reader x Harry

Would That I

Picnic

Younger!reader x Harry

Part 2: Harry gets insecure about the relationship

Brazilian!reader x Harry

Stripper!reader x Harry

Part 2: Harry defends reader

Asexual!reader x Harry

Guitarist!reader x Harry

Part 2

Single dad!Harry x reader

Harry x swiftie!reader

Night one of Eras Tour

London Boy

Falling

Part 2

Grapejuice Blues

Hookup Scene

Hunger

The Only Exception

Happy New Year

Happy Birthday

Just the Two of Us

Harrychella

Traitor

Part 2

Knock Three Times

Harry is Sick

The one where Harry gets amnesia

An update

The one where the relationship gets exposed

College au

Postpartum depression

Reader has a miscarriage

The one where best friend!reader gets over Harry

Getting together behind o's back

Wildest Dreams

Reader opens for Live on Tour

Reader listens to Fine Line for the first time

She

Catching up as friends

Reader cheats on Harry

Bodyguard!harry

Maybe Next Time He'll Think

Going to the Met Gala

Reader gets a Grammy

Harry and reader can't get pregnant

Speak Now

Reader has a chronic illness

Where Harry promises he didn't cheat

Harry comforts reader on a bad day

Where H's family comes to see reader perform

Best friendrry at the Grammys

Sweet (Valentine's Day blurb)

Good in Bed

Sick reader blurb

Better Man

Cheeseball (Harry x plus size reader)

Baby Said (rockstar! reader x Harry)

Just Called to Say I Love You

Childhood Best Friends

Reader helps Harry with his grief, Part Two

Cute little blurb about wine and sitting in front of ac units

Harry and Y/n cuddling on the floor

Heat Wave

Reader has an eating disorder

bad idea, right?

Rumors (Instagram Fic)

Harry gets called a slag

New Boot Scootin'

Reader asks Harry to slow down

Harry's friends give reader a hard time

[bruciemilf]

Bruce isn't the first in his family to acquire a taste for a double life.

Give me hockey player Thomas Wayne who's such a menace that he parts time as CEO, doctor, and beat a mf with his hockey stick

He's not in every game, but when he IS...Sheesh.

Now give me ice skater Martha Kane who's a legend on blades and absolutely won't let this brute and his butler steal her spotlight.

What do you mean her show is cancelled because these sentient bags of beef have their stupid game of ice gladiators? Not when she just got little Bruce his first pair of skates!

"Aw, you guys have the same shoe size,"

" And you have the same brain size."

"Oh yeah? Well you... Goddam it, why don't you have any obvious flaws for me to exploit?! Even your kid is adorable." Bruce is currently trying to climb Thomas because that's the biggest person he's ever met. "Well. Our kid."

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah, he gave me one of his fruit snacks. That's how you adopt someone in Gotham. Right, Alfred?"

"Don't involve me in this," Alfred says, as he plays with Bruce in the background, but he'll eat dirt before agreeing with Thomas publicly.

"He agrees with me. So yeah. Our kid now. Plus, I am NOT giving up my training schedule. Joint custody." Well, Thomas absolutely becomes the "THATS MY WIFE " guy when he sees the insane shit Martha gets up to in that ring

[mack-devereaux]

King Sized Bed

Sebastian Aho

Authors note! This is a work of fiction and of my imagination. This is in no way based on true events or how I think these people would act in real life. If you don’t like the fic please scroll on, if you do like it please reblog or give a ❤️! Much love to all of you!

Pictures are from Pinterest so credit to who ever took them.

Triggers: Cursing, drinking. Suggested adult activities but no actual smut. I think that’s it.

Enjoy!

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You’d always enjoyed sports. Hockey especially, so when you and your best friend moved to Raleigh North Carolina for school it was just a perk that you could attend the occasional hockey game. That was until your best friend had caught the eye of a certain Finnish player. Teuvo Teräväinen. They’d met at a bar after a big playoff win, she looked so happy, and you loved that. A few months into them dating it was almost required for her to be at every game during the new season, not that you were complaining. You loved spending time with her and of course seeing hot nhl players was a huge perk to your shenanigans, but as always the world had a funny way of bringing certain people together and wherever one Finn went, there was another close by. Which was how your little crush on Sebastian Aho developed.

When your best friend got her ticket for the game from Teuvo, yours came shortly after. Always seated together. Always close to the home bench. Always close to the ice. You thought it was just Teuvo telling Sebastian he didn’t want his girlfriend being alone at the games and that your ticket was being forced from the forward, but truthfully Sebastian was actually extremely excited that he could give his ticket to someone. Especially you. He thought it was perfect. Teuvo being his best friend and dating your best friend. It all made sense, but he was a man who didn’t express his emotions very often, so he left it alone. Just dropping hints with the free tickets and invites to all the parties as his ‘plus one’ or more so Teuvos ‘extra plus one’. He found your obliviousness endearing. No matter how obvious he was with his flirting or comments about how happy he was to see you, you never caught on to the genuine feelings and truth behind his actions. Or if you did you just brushed it off, although he saw right through your nerves and shyness.

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Waiting down in the tunnels by the locker rooms at the end of the games were always your least favorite. You didn’t belong there, no matter how hard your best friend tried to get you to feel comfortable you just weren’t. All the girlfriends and wives were gorgeous and dressed to the nines. Most of the time you just wore jeans or leggings and an oversized sweatshirt. Then of course there were the puck bunnies, leaving very little to the imagination. Not that you were one to judge, you always said ‘if you’ve got it, flaunt it’. You knew you had a nice body, you just preferred not to show it off around the wags and at games. You tried to ignore the stares from the wags and groupies, but soon all you could hear was the girls trying to get the attention of some of the players. Teuvo came over grabbing your best friend and whisking her away, you laughed because you knew he hated the extra attention after they left the locker room. You soon felt a hand on your back, turning to see the most beautiful brown eyes you had ever seen, of course belonging to the man who had your feelings all over the place.

“Hey Sebastian, good game out there. You guys played great” and you meant it. He was on fire, and everyone knew it.

“Thank you for coming to watch, means a lot” he said without breaking eye contact.

He looked up at his friends and noticed they had all headed towards the parking lot.

“Did you drive here? I can take you home if not” Sebastian said “I think your ride is leaving.”

“We grabbed an Uber, I didn’t really think of having a plan to drive home” you laughed, slightly embarrassed by the lack of planning on your end.

“No worries, I’m glad to drive you” he grabbed your hand and led you towards the parking lot.

The ride to your apartment was too short. His hand immediately finding a spot on your thigh, and your hand immediately finding the top of his. You guys found your hands constantly touching each other when no one else was around. He had asked about your schooling and how everything was going with your last year. You asked him about the upcoming games. It was all very domestic and you couldn’t help but think what everyday life would be like with him. As he pulled up to your apartment neither of you moved. How comfortable you were around him spoke volumes. You had never really felt this comfortable around anyone besides your best friend. Looking down at your hands you started playing with his fingers . “Thank you for driving me home Sebastian” you smiled at him.

He smiled back as you opened the door and walked towards your apartment building. As you buzzed yourself in you turned to find him still sitting there watching you. Making sure you made it safe.

Ten minutes later a text came through to your phone.

From Fishy 🐠:

How were your seats for the game this time? Were they ok?

To Fishy 🐠:

They were perfect. Thank you ❤️

From Fishy🐠:

Some of the guys and their girlfriends are coming over tomorrow night. You should come.

To Fishy 🐠:

I’d love to. Goodnight Sebastian 💕

Throwing his phone to the side. He stared at his ceiling. This was his chance. He had spent months trying to find a way to make his move on you. He knew how you felt about him. He’s seen multiple text conversations between Teuvo and his girlfriend and heard multiple phone calls between the two girls, unknowingly to the girl in question of course. She would die of embarrassment had she known what he knew. He had tried to make his feelings clear but somehow you hadn’t caught on to any of his hints. He was just going to have to be more forward the next time he saw you.

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You and your best friend were getting ready for the party at Sebastian’s house. They had a great month as far as games went and the guys wanted to celebrate. It wasn’t uncommon for you and your best friend to get ready together on FaceTime. Normally she would come over to get ready with you but she had stayed with Teuvo the previous night. You technically still lived together but you couldn’t blame her for wanting to stay with her hot nhl boyfriend overnight. In fact you were positive you’d do the same thing if you had a hot nhl boyfriend. Suddenly a teasing voice came over the phone breaking you out of your thoughts.

“So you do realize you actually have to talk to Fishy tonight right? Especially since he’s the one that invited you” Teuvo teased you.

“Oh my God Teuvo stop. She’s already nervous” your best friend said.

“I talk to him! And you really shouldn’t be going through our text conversations, there’s classified information in there” You said rolling your eyes and glaring at your phone. Teuvo just rolling his eyes back at you. This was a common conversation between the three of you. “What are you wearing tonight?” You added, deciding to ignore her boyfriend.

“A short tight dress! Maybe you do the same!” Teuvo shouted.

“Ok you’re done, out!” Your best friend said as she was pushing Teuvo out of the bathroom she was getting ready in. “Anyway, I am wearing that cute little navy dress I bought two weeks ago” she said as she went back to curling her hair.

“So a short tight dress” you said laughing.

“Oh wear that cute black strappy one! The one you wore for New Years last year! Oh my gosh Sebastian is gonna die when he sees you in that again” your best friend said.

“Ugh, I remember waking up on his couch the next morning” you groaned.

“Nooooo, you remember the both of you waking up on that couch, and he damn near ripped Seth’s head off when Seth commented how good you looked” your best friend said grinning at you “anyway I think we are gonna leave soon, text me when you head out. Love you!!”

“Love you bye” you threw yourself on your bed and sighed as she hung up the phone. Thinking back to New Years, that happened to be the first night you had spent with him, all innocent of course. You had too much to drink and Sebastian was kind enough to let you crash on his couch, in his arms. Looking at the clock you decided you had wasted enough time. It was now or never, and you were dying to see a certain Finn tonight.

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You wore the dress. Because of course you did. You put your car in park as you looked up at the house, there were a few cars out front but not many. Assuming only a few players with their significant others and all the single guys came over. You checked your makeup in the mirror one last time. Letting out a long breath you grabbed your keys and got out of the car. As you made your way to the front door, slowing your strides, your delusions began to kick in. Wondering what it would be like to come home to this house every night. To have one of the star players come home to you every night. To have him love you in ways no other man ever could. Was this a crush? No, it was much more. It was just now that you realized you were in love with Sebastian.

You walked in to the house and were immediately greeted with the sounds of laughter and chatter from all the people you had grown close to in the last year. You saw him as soon as you walked in, his eyes catching yours and for a moment time stood still. He looked good. His brown eyes softening and a small smile crept on his face. Before you could even take a moment to breathe your best friend and a few of the other girlfriend’s immediately greeted you and you soon felt at ease. What you didn’t see is how Sebastian’s gaze dragged down your body, inappropriate thoughts flooding his mind as he saw what you happened to be wearing, and then smirking at the memory of New Years when you fell asleep in his arms wearing that particular dress. He took a drink as he jumped back in to the conversation between Seth and KK.

As the night went on you slowly drank your glass of wine. Not wanting to drink too much or too fast so you could drive home later. The party had slowly moved to the back yard around the fire pit. As you finished your wine you got up and walked back into the house to put your glass away and to get a drink of water. Sebastian watching you. Teuvo nudged him and Sebastian downed his beer and followed you into the house, it was now or never. Oblivious to what was happening behind you, you noticed some empty food containers and wine bottles on the counter, setting your glass down you decided to tidy up a bit.

“You don’t need to clean y/n” Sebastian said as he opened the fridge to grab another bottle of wine “have another glass of wine and come back outside, let’s just relax and enjoy time with our friends.”

“Umm, I think I’ll just have water, I need to drive home tonight” you said quietly, grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge.

Sebastian looked behind him making sure no one was eavesdropping. He stepped closer to you.

“You are always welcome to stay here” he said as he grabbed your glass from in front of you. “I’ll move your car into the driveway.” He held his hand out for your keys.

“I don’t want to impose Sebastian, you’ve got a lot going on tonight” you smiled shyly.

“Y/n” the way he said your name was so sensual, eyes staring so intensely at you “at what point are we going to acknowledge what’s happening between us.”

“I don’t know what you mean” you tried avoiding his piercing stare, as he cornered you in the kitchen.

“I’ve got a spare bedroom, and I’ve got a very comfortable couch, as you already know.” Your heart almost stops as he steps closer to you, he puts a hand on your waist as he pours more wine in your glass. Your favorite wine, of course he had that in his fridge, you thought. He knows everything about you.

“Or… I’ve got half of a very comfortable king sized bed that isn’t being used” he sets the wine bottle down, “unless you find yourself on my half of the bed” he smirked, he then sets the water bottle next to the glass of wine he just poured. You realizing he’s making you choose. This decision was more than just water or wine. Water meaning staying friends, and wine meaning more.

“You are more than welcome to any of those three options, but..” he grabs your chin and drags his thump down your bottom lip, tilting your head up to look at him. “The king sized bed is definitely the more..” he paused, “enticing option.” His eyes flicker from your lips to your eyes “your choice love.” He walks away and back outside.

You felt hot, the room was all of a sudden so small. Did that actually happen? Did he actually just invite you to his bed? You stared at the bottle of water and then moved your gaze to the wine glass. A million thoughts were running through your head. Looking outside you saw all your friends, how they were with their significant others. You deserved to be happy too. And Sebastian could give you that, you knew you’d be happy with him, and he’d be happy with you. All you’ve ever wanted just right in front of you. Taking a deep breath you grabbed the glass of wine and made your way back outside to your friends. Catching Sebastian’s eye over the fire he smirked, noticing the wine glass in your hand. A silent confirmation as to what was going to happen later that night. You turned into your best friends side and told her about the encounter that happened just a few minutes ago in the kitchen. Her eyes shooting to the Finnish players. A silent conversation happening between her and Teuvo as they made eye contact.

“It’s about time, I’ve been waiting for this to happen for months. You better call me as soon as possible tomorrow morning” she smiled at you.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You were slightly more relaxed after the second glass of wine, very much coherent and in control of your actions, you had just enough alcohol to take the edge off. The party started to dwindle. Teuvo and your best friend currently saying their goodbyes. As soon as the front door lock clicked into place you immediately felt his gaze on you. His eyes taking every part of your body in, and you doing the same to him. His broad shoulders, his muscular chest. Everything about him was just beautiful. He truly was one of the most attractive men you’ve seen. And he wanted you. He made that very clear earlier.

“Should I set up the spare room for you or are you joining me tonight” he spoke so calm and confident. His gaze so intense.

“I think I’d like to stay with you tonight, if that’s okay” you said quietly but with just as much confidence.

“I’ve been waiting a long time for you to say that” he said as he walked towards you. You could practically feel his heart beating just as fast as yours as he pulled you into a kiss, your lips moving together so perfectly. Electricity shooting down your spine. As he pulled away you could only think of what he was like in bed, what you two would feel like together in such intimate moments in his bedroom. What caught you off guard was how relaxed you became as soon as his lips met yours the second time. No more nerves, no more anxiety, you felt at home. Your mind reluctantly went to a moment last year when your best friend had met Teuvo.

*flashback*

Hearing the front door shut you said “so.. how was your night?” You turned to smirk at your best friend.

“He is absolutely incredible y/n. It was the perfect date and the perfect night and he’s just so…” your best friend gushed on and on about her date with a guy she met a few days ago.

“Let me guess, perfect?” You laughed.

“Y/n I wasn’t even nervous around him. That’s how you know you’ve met the right person. There’s no nerves, there’s no anxiousness. Just calm. He’s the one I know it.” Your best friend laid on the couch next to you.

“I’m happy for you, you deserve to be happy” you said genuinely.

“Who would have thought my person was THE Teuvo Teräväinen of the Carolina Hurricanes.”

*present*

Soon it was a flash of teeth clashing and hands grabbing. Clothes disappearing as he lead you to his bedroom. You soon felt your back hit his mattress and good lord he was right. The king bed was definitely the best option of the night. As the rest of your clothes came off the praises began. You had never felt more beautiful than in that moment. In such intimate moments where men often become selfish, Sebastian was the opposite. He spent all night worshiping every single inch of your body, making you feel like the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Putting your pleasure before his, and he definitely satisfied you more than once. As you both came down from your highs your breathing started to slow. Cuddled into his chest and drawing shapes on his stomach with your fingers. In that moment you both realized you were it for each other. He shifted a bit and you looked up towards his face, grabbing your chin and kissing you softly one more time that night.

“In case I wasn’t clear enough, I really want to see where this relationship can go” Sebastian spoke softly.

“I think I’d like that” you whispered.

“Goodnight y/n”.

“Goodnight Sebastian”.

[sweettomyhoney]

𝙱𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝙾𝚞𝚝-𝙻𝚞𝚔𝚎 𝙷𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚜

Request:open

𝚙𝚘𝚟: 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙻𝚞𝚔𝚎 𝙷𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐.

Psa: I’m too lazy to proff read.

Also plus size and blk/poc friendly.

You and Luke have been dating for three years. During this time you have gone through ups and downs, but this has to be the worst it has been. Luke was burnt out with his first year in the NHL. From traveling to different time zones, figuring out paperwork, money, finances, as well as continuing the Hughes Legacy was a lot. Especially the time that he spent away from you started to affect your relationship .

Luke was not the happiest he has been.This was a completely new experience for him. Yes! He had the support of his brothers but still mental health can affect anyone. And it was definitely affecting the relationship that you had with Luke. Usually he was the sweetest person. He was always thinking about you and keeping you in mind ,but things started to slack recently. He barely made time for you anymore. Yes, he was busy and you try to be understanding, but the effort was not there.

The time that you did spend together was not as fulfilling as you thought it would be, you would do the same things every time he was in town. The same thing happened every time you saw him. You would pick him up from the airport ,have a good lunch or dinner at the same restaurant ,and stay in the house most of the time. Then he was on his way to back to New Jersey. And little by little you slowly started to see your boyfriend fall apart.

You were the one making the effort to make things special. You are the one planning dates. You were now the one going to end of there for him. It started to feel like you were the only one in the relationship. And it all was because Luke did not have the energy. It started to feel like he had more important things to do than have you as a girlfriend. You tried your best to be understanding, but that doesn’t mean that it didn’t hurt .

As he laid in bed and decided to swirl around your head, you got a call from Luke.

” Hey Baby” you answered tiredly.

“ Hey princess, How are you doing this morning?” he asked with a smile.”

“ I’m doing OK worried about us.” You replied sadly.

“ I know things have been hard between us and I want you to know that I greatly appreciate that everything you do for me. I’ve been really stressed , you know that. But I wanted to make sure that you know that I love you the same and I’m grateful for you” Luke said sweetly

“ I know Luke but things have been really hard. I miss you every day” you said getting upset

“ I know baby I know it’s been hard but I called you because I have a surprise for you” he said, comforting you

“ I want you to go out to the living room. I want you to check the counter then I want you to check your front door.” Luke said with the grin.

You got up from your bed with Luke on the phone. You Went out to the living room to only be met by nothing.

“ Is this some type of joke?” you ask Luke confused

“ oh no, sorry check the mail slot” he said with a giggle” he replied, with a giggle

“ what is up your sleeve Luke” You replied

You then, walked the halls of you and Luke shared home in Michigan. You went to the front door to be met by envelopes, stuffed in your mail slot. You dug through till you found the one that was addressed to you, from Luke.

“I found the one that’s from you” you said curiously

“OK! now I want you to not open it yet. I want you to open the door.” Luke said happily.

You continue to open the front door and you were met by three bouquets of your favorite flowers.

“ Luke are these for me?” you said into the phone shocked

“ no they’re for other love of my life” Luke said jokingly

“ of course they’re for you. I’m taking it that you like them.” Luke said, with a smile.

“ baby this is so sweet of you.” You said getting choked up

“ I know I have been slacking when it comes to us and that’s not fair to you so I wanted to make it up to you. But you have one more surprise for me. I want you to open up the envelope.” Luke said passionately.

You opened up the envelope to find a round-trip ticket for a month to stay in New Jersey.

“ Luke what is this? “ you asked a little confused

“ This is a round-trip ticket for you to stay with me and New Jersey for a month. Also don’t worry about work. I Already called your boss. And one of my buddies gonna watch the house. You are going to be staying with me for a month. I miss you too much and I care too much not be with you for long periods of time. so, you’re staying with me for a month” Luke said sweetly

“ baby I’m gonna cry. This is so sweet of you. This means so much.” you sit on the brink of tears.

“I only want the best for my princess. Now, I want you to start packing because you leave in two days.” Luke said, jokingly.

“ OK baby I’m gonna get it together right now. Thank you so much. I love you.” you said through the phone.

“ I love you baby I’ll talk to you later I got to get to practice” Luke explained

“ OK baby I’ll see you soon” you replied all giddy

“ See you soon baby cakes “ Luke finally said before hanging up the phone.

You then were on the next flight out to New Jersey to spend as much time as you could with a love of your life.

[lightwing-s]

omg!!! the hockey player dialogue!!! lets have a little twist shall we (≧∇≦)/

...instead of annoyed, plus size reader just sit in her spot doodling the players while waiting for the ice to be cleaned, and when the other guys from the rival school team approach her and give her his number, she wait it until they gone before throwing it away, and Jason and his guys try hard not to smirk or laugh before the reader awkwardly smile back, seemingly embarrassed of being witnessed her... 😌

You sat there, watching as people emptied the arena after the match was over and fishing for your sketchbook to continue your doodles. The black uniforms of Gotham University's hockey team easily recognizable in your art.

Unknowingly, a player from the visiting team approached you and handed you a small piece of paper and a "let's set a date so you can draw me like you hockey guys, shall we?" that made you cringe internally, but avoid making it visible on your face.

When the guy was far out of your sight, you wrapped the paper in your hands and aimed at a cup left behind by a fan at the bleachers, throwing the ball accurately inside of it.

Far from you, you heard the loud laugher of the home team still on the rink, all their eyes on you as they threw you smiles, thumbs ups and words of encouragement.

Amongst them, stood the tall, raven head of Jason Todd, the team's star player. Looking at you, he gave you a wink and a mouthed message. Did you threw my number too?"

Reaching for the small paper on your jacket pocket, you wave it at him, the heat creeping up your cheeks as he smirked and winked at you once more.

"Good girl" he whispered, but you read his lips. Oh gosh, you couldn't wait call him later.

[sharkboywrites]

Can I request Azul and anyone you'd like with an ftm reader who's insecure about their size (Larger thighs & chest), so he uses them as a pillow? Love your writing<33

Azul With a Plus Sized Ftm S/O

A/N: Hiii I'm super happy to write this bcs I'm on the chubbier side and I do get a bit insecure about it sometimes but I'm working on it lol. Just a quick notice, hockey season is starting up again and since I'm on a varsity team (aka a team that takes up a of time) I may not be able to post very consistently, but I'll try my best

Ftm reader, chubby reader, mentions of insecurity

Insecurity about weight can be a hard thing, but if anyone understands what it's like, it's Azul

Azul has had his own struggles with his appearance, especially wight

He was bullied a lot for it during his childhood in the coral sea, and he still has issues with it to this day

Even though he has issues with his own appearance, he can't really see other people the same way

So when he saw you, you're weight wasn't something that he found unattractive

In fact, he found himself a bit flustered

He wasn't quite fond of his own body type before, but he was surprised to find that he found it nice on others

As the two of you grew closer, he never once made a comment about your appearance, and it was very refreshing as the two bonded over your shared insecurities, but both reassured each other

It stayed the same once the two of you had officially started dating, but it felt like there was a bit more understanding

If Azul ever managed to catch you on an off day, he'd do his best to comfort you

He'd quite literally do anything you want, he has the money for it after all

If it's being extra stubborn that day, then you're getting used as a pillow

You're thighs are a must, he loves them

He'd lay on your lap and you'd stroke his hair as the both of you talked about your days

If you're feeling dysphoric, he won't lay on your chest

He always asks for permission when it comes to that area

if you say yes though, you're absolutely getting used as a pillow, no exceptions

Speaking of which he will also buy you a binder

Some may not work well for people who aren't skinny, so he makes sure he gets you the best and safest brand

And multiple too, so you don't have to worry about only having one

You've also helped him out a lot

Thanks to you, he's become a lot more comfortable with his body and became less obsessive with things like calories

Although he is on top of being healthy and makes sure you are to, he just has a better relationship now

Although the both of you may have you're struggles, you work together to build each other up and be happier with your appearance

I have a different writing in the works rn, it's a bit of an experiment so I'm gonna see the feedback from it once it's posted, ty for reading and have a nice day :)

[imaginedreamwrite]

But what if… childhood best friends who go to the same university with polar opposite interests/activities

Ari is captain of the football/baseball/hockey team, his best friend is a plus-size academic whose got her nose in her books and her head out of Ari’s "avenue"

Ari has been in love with his best friend since childhood but she’s horribly oblivious and thinks he can do better. In their second year of Uni , reader approaches Ari about trying to rid herself of her virginity and sexual ineptitude and asks him for help

Ari questions what she really wants and warns her that once he gets started on their "lessons" he won’t be able to let her go (though she thinks its just a joke)

Not only does Ari expose her to every dirty and sexual experience he can, he also treats her like a princess despite her denial that he could feel that way

[winchestergirl2]

October Reading Recs

To show some love and appreciation to all the amazing writers here on tumblr, here are all the fantastic fics I've read this month. 💖

Many of these fics and blogs are 18+ only, and NSFW please heed the author's individual fic warnings and requests regarding no minors. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

2023 Reading Recs List

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

The One That Got Away Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | @pink-sparkly-witch

Authors Summary: Childhood sweethearts, Dean and Y/N, are very much in love with each other. When she accepts a full scholarship to an out-of-state college, she finally gets to leave behind her traumatic childhood and abusive father, but it means leaving Dean behind too.

Over a decade later, Y/N returns to Lawrence, Kansas, and finally tries to heal the only wounds she has left… the psychological and emotional scars her father gave her and the heartbreak she endured by Dean Winchester, the one that got away.

Smoke Eater Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | @zepskies

Authors Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real. 

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.   

Escape Chapter 66 | Chapter 67 | Chapter 68 | @soaringeag1e

Authors Summary: A serial killer is reeking havoc around Lawrence, Kansas, and Detective Dean Winchester is getting really sick of finding more and more bodies. But one day, he gets a call about another victim. But instead of the location of another body, he gets news that this one escaped the hell of this mans actions.

Massages And More @miss-madness67

Authors Summary: Dean really likes your massage.

Meant To Be Mine @negans-lucille-tblr

Authors Summary: A mix up leads to life changing consequences. 

Sam Winchester

Yellow @idreamofhazel

Authors Summary: I listened to Yellow by Coldplay and got inspired. 

Untitled Sam Winchester Drabble @supernaturalfreewill

Relax @imagineteamfreewill

Authors Summary: It’s almost the end of the semester and your schedule is jam-packed, leaving you stressed, overwhelmed, and overtired. Thankfully, Sam Winchester is the best at helping you relax.

Family Friends and Loved Ones @waywardxwords

Authors Summary: You make it home for Thanksgiving to see your family again, bringing Sam and Dean with you.

The Boys

Soldier Boy

New Blood @wayward-dreamer

Authors Summary: The executives at Vought American are enamoured by the new supe at the annual shareholders party, hoping to make her a new addition to Payback. Soldier Boy isn't pleased with the idea, as he's the only one who gets to decide who joins his team. He tells her this fact, and braces himself for a fight, but gets something much better out of their encounter.

Friday the 13th

Clay Miller

Flyers @plus-size-reader

Authors Summary: Going out with Clay to help look for Whitney and bonding with him in a way that you never have before

Friday The 13th (2009) @bored-writer101

Authors Summary: You are Clay Miller’s girlfriend. He’s taken you to the middle of bumfuck nowhere, looking for his sister, Whitney. She’s been missing for a month and a half after she went on a camping trip with some friends. You and Clay are determined to find her, but there is a hockey masked killer who is waiting in the woods for you.

Big Sky

Beau Arlen

Wonderwall @deanbrainrotwritings

Authors Summary: teasing beau during work and leaving without finishing. when he gets home he wants to pick up where they left off.

Only Ever Holding Onto You Part 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | @thebiggerbear

Authors Summary: When Beau Arlen called and asked Y/N to join him at the Lewis & Clark County Sheriff's Department, she knew she should have turned him down. Sure, he made a great case for her relocation, but it was the sound of his voice that had her put in for an immediate transfer. After all, he was worried and needed her; how could she say no? Yet, the more time she spends in Big Sky Country, the more Y/N wonders if she should have stayed in Houston.

Untitled Beau Arlen Drabble @smellingofpoetry

Montana Stars @spnbaby-67

Authors Summary Just cute one shot between Beau Arlen and his girl, Y/N.

Chicago Fire

Matt Casey

Better late than never @deanstead

Authors Summary: After witnessing Y/N’s interaction with Connor, Matt finally decides to tell her how he feels

Imagine: Seeing Matt at Molly's after returning to Chicago @deanstead

Untitled Matt Casey Drabble @deanstead

Authors Summary: Matt surprising his wife with a puppy

Ten Inch Hero

Boaz Priestly

Movie Night To Remember @daughterofcain-67

Authors Summary: In honor of spooky season, The Beach City Grill is throwing a Horror movie night event by putting on the movie Scream! The employees are excited, and so are some of the regulars. Your friends, Piper, Jen and Tish invite you to come because she knows you're another regular at the grill. But the thing is, you hate scary movies, crime shows or anything dealing with blood. Which will be scarier? Actually watching this movie, or embarrassing yourself in front of a guy you like?

The Body @deanbrainrotwritings

Authors Summary: tish dared priestly to wear a dress to work in exchange for a week off.

Smallville

Jason Teague

Assistant Hottie @zepskies

Authors Summary: Jason Teague, Assistant Football Coach, meets you in the faculty break lounge at Smallville High. He tries to kick you out, thinking you’re a student. Technically, you are. Turns out, you both go to the same university. 

[qrrieterisunnq]

𝐑𝐄𝐙'𝐒 𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 (closed)

Hello my loves!! Welcome to 200 followers celebration!

I want to thank all of you for the support and love you spread here! When I first started writing here, I didn't know I'd reach this many followers only in a matter of a few months!

I'm so glad I'm able to be part of this amazing hockey community! The first month, I was here just for to read about Jack and Trevor. But I always loved writing, so I decided to write here! This is such a safe place for me and I hope even for you. I have a few changes I wanna do. Since I'm a plus-size girl and I know how the world is hard on us sometimes, I want to start writing some fics with plus-size!reader, so I hope you'll like them!

This celebration will be open in two days at 10AM EST on April 19 and will run for 96 hours (closing on April 22). You’ll find below all of the requests I'm accepting, and the players that I write for so please stick to them and only them. You can request as many as you want, there's no limit on it! I can’t wait to see what you all come up with. I love you all <33

and every request you can find under this tag rez's 200 celly

players I write for: Jack Hughes, Luke Hughes, Quinn Hughes, Nico Hischier, Trevor Zergas, John Marino, Dawson Mercer

🎞 Choose a player and song and I'll write you a blurb based on it (Below the divider are 20 of my favorite songs for which I will write!)

🌷 Choose a player and situation and I'll make you a mood board based on it

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[senditcolton]

we’re a bad idea

Mat Martin was a bad idea. That didn’t stop you from wanting him. 

moodboard | playlist | word count: 5.6k

a/n: welp, here i am, back to posting things later than promised and not knowing what a blurb is. but like i said when i first posted about this concept: i was in a mood, okay!? i also realized this is the first time i’ve written smut in four months and... damn i missed it!

warnings: feminine reader, teammates sister, age gap. mean dom!Marty. smut! semi-public fingering. teasing, dirty talk, brat taming. slight age-play dynamics. plus degradation, choking, and size kink if you squint.

Disclaimer: Reading/creating content for married players isn’t for everyone. Please don’t read if you don’t vibe with it, but don’t attack me or others!

Being the sister of a hockey player comes with its pros and cons.

Pros: free hockey games, an automatic invite to nights out, and an immediate family outside of your immediate family. Con: Matt Martin.

Okay, Matt Martin wasn’t exactly a con. But your gigantic, massive crush on him had been a burden since Scotty introduced you. He was hot – there was no denying that. And you weren’t exactly subtle about your feelings.

Matt knew you had a crush on him. And he teased you for it – relentlessly. Part of you thought that he liked pushing your buttons, seeing you flustered. It was easy to make you falter. Or… it used to be.

You had returned to New York after finishing up university and you definitely grew up while you were away. You gained confidence, learned how to flirt, learned how to banter, and most importantly, gained a lot more experience in the… relationship department than you had before.

Now, tonight, you were armed with your best fitting jeans and your sleekest shirt as you accompanied Scotty to the bar where some of his teammates were waiting. You were excited to see a lot of the boys again, excited to hear about their lives and tell them about yours. You were also excited to show them the new you. The bolder, bouncier, cooler you.

And when you approach the table, you can’t stop the smile that forms when you hear the guys cheer at seeing you again. You greet each of them, laughing when Barzy scoops you up into a spinning hug, pressing a quick kiss to Grace’s cheek, before you depart to order your drink, promising them that you’ll be back soon.

You waltz up to the bar and grab the bartender’s attention, placing your order before leaning against the wood, eyes darting around the space. It felt good to be back in New York, that much was true. You couldn’t stop yourself from closing your eyes and pausing to soak in this moment: sure, the bar was a little cramped, the music was maybe a smidge too loud. But this was life. This was energy. This was excitement.

Tonight was going to be one to remember.

It is when that thought passes through your mind do you feel a large, yet surprisingly delicate touch on your shoulder. It was a touch you were familiar with; a man trying to get your attention but not wanting to be too aggressive. The next thing that will come is a request to buy you a drink.

“You’re too pretty to be drinking alone.” The voice comes and your eyes snap open at the timbre, so recognizable and so intoxicating. Matt Martin circles around you, his sentence continuing. “Could I buy you a dr-”

That’s where his words end. Because that’s when his eyes connect to your face and you watch the recognition flash across his features. You are almost frozen, looking up at him with wide eyes, caught a little – no completely – off guard that this was how you were seeing him again.

Your brain was also still wrestling the fact that Matt Martin was just hitting on you.

The two of you stand there silently for a moment, still trying to compose yourselves and recover from the… interesting introduction. You somehow manage to regain some semblance of control first, your expression relaxing as your lips twist into a small smile.

Matt notices your grin and he returns it generously.

“Wow,” he mutters, quiet enough that you would’ve missed it if you weren’t hanging on to every word. “Look at you. Little Mayfield is all grown up now.”

He says those words joking, casually, like a family friend should. But the way his eyes are raking up and down your body tells you that his thoughts are anything but family friendly. Eventually, he opens his arms and murmurs a gentle “c’mere kid”, his hands moving in a coaxing gesture. You don’t have to think twice before you’re collapsing into him, feeling him envelop you in a hug, inhaling the scent of his cologne, welcoming the warmth of his body.

You pull away and if you notice the way his hands may have lingered a little longer on your hips before falling, you don’t call him out on it. Instead, you decide to call him out on something else.

“You still offering to buy me a drink?” you quip, a devilish smirk appearing on your lips as you glance up at him, the grin widening as you see the miniscule furrow of his brows at your words. Your energy.

He had a lot of catching up to do.

“You didn’t order one already?”

“No,” you reply and of course, that’s the moment the bartender finally makes their way back to you, placing the glass and your card down on the bar top. There’s a small flash of embarrassment that runs through you as you see Matt raise a singular brow.

“Fine,” you say, quickly calculating the tip and signing the receipt before turning back to Matt, drink now in hand. “But that doesn’t mean that I would say no to another.”

“Two cocktails in under 10 minutes? What would Scotty think?”

“I could probably drink him under a table now,” you scoff, your eyes rolling playfully as you poke fun at your brother. Which was easy to do when he wasn’t in earshot. “University changed a lot for me.”

“I can see that.”

His eyes are still on you, still scanning over your body and you can’t help but cock your head to the side, calling his attention to your face. You don’t say anything, just another small tilt and teasing look, one that Matt reads well enough.

“Well,” you say, taking a sip of your drink before angling your body away from the bar. “If you do decide to bring another gin and tonic to our table, I wouldn’t complain. Entirely up to you.”

That’s all you say before departing, not bothering to look back towards Matt. Mostly because you can still feel the heat of his gaze on you retreating frame. You make your way back to the table, slipping into the crowded corner booth, listening to the conversations around you, trying to slot yourself into one. You eventually start talking to Sebastian, your brother’s defensive partner, and it isn’t long until Matt comes back to the table, a beer in one hand and a glass in the other. He slides into the booth next to you, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off his body before he’s sliding the glass towards you. You pause your conversation to send him a small thank you before returning to Sebastian.

You aren’t so completely absorbed in the talk with Seb that you don’t notice Matt swing his arm over the back of the booth, and in turn, over your frame.

The smile appears on your face without thinking, laughing to yourself at the fact that Matt seemed to want to remain close to you. As close a respectfully possible. So, you decide to give him what he wanted. And you don’t stop touching him.

You figure out how to do it in more casual ways; your leg pressed against his, a hand falling onto his knee when you laugh. Your boldest move is gripping his thigh in order to lift yourself up and lean across the table to look at the picture of Grace and Anders new baby. And if your angle also happened to give Matt a great view of your ass… so be it.

Eventually, the conversation loops around to focus on you and you catch them up on your life; schooling, major moments, exciting events.

“Any boyfriends that your brother has to scare away?” It’s Ryan Pulock that asks that question, a teasing and causal jab, said with a smirk and a drink of his beer. You respond similarly with a laugh and sip of your gin and tonic before responding.

“Not at all.”

“That’s surprising,” Matt says. You turn towards him, hair flipping and your eyes connecting to his.

“Really? How so?” you question, a teasing tone attached to your words. Matt doesn’t take the bit, shrugging and taking a drink of his own beer.

“Just seems like the kind of thing you’d experience in college.”

“Well, I did experience,” the last words lightly emphasized to imply the actual meaning. “None of them seemed to stick. Although,” you say, laughing and turning back towards the rest of the group, “if you met some of the boys I went to my school, you’d understand.”

“Oh, I totally get that,” Cassie says. “College boys are terrible.”

“So true,” you laugh, causing a few titters to go up around the table, plus a little nudge towards Anders who – as one of the few former college boys – looked to be a little offended.

“So, if boys didn’t stick,” Cassie continues, “did any other experiences stick?”

“I learned how to play pool,” you reply with a shrug, the first new, non-academic development you came to your mind.

“Any good at it?” Barzy asks, a smirk on his face, one which you gladly return.

“I could probably take you Barzy,” you tease, a chorus of oohs going up around the table at your challenge.

“I’d like to see you try.”

“Well then, lead the way,” you laugh. Matt accepts your jab, scooching out of the booth and down the hallway leading to the bars pool tables, with you following quickly behind. The two of you manage to make it about half-way through your game before Marty and Palms appear.

“Me and Marty are gonna play a round after you,” Kyle explains, settling into the small high-top table off to the side.

“Want to make it a tournament? Winner against winner?” Mat asks, leaning over and taking his shot. Kyle and Matt agree, their competitive personalities taking the lead which in turn, sets off a competitive fire in you. Fueled by a desire to prove yourself to the boys. So, you really focus in on your shots. And if you happen to throw a few flirting words towards Barzy to trip him up… that was just strategy.

You end up winning, celebrating with a small victory dance as you and Barzy trade places with Matt and Kyle, the two of sit and chat while they play. Matt is focused on the game from what you can tell and a small part of you wants to think that Matt was trying to win so he could play against you. But maybe he was always this serious when it came to pool.

Matt does end up winning and you watch as he reracks, watch as Kyle drags Barzy off for ‘consolation drinks’, leaving you and Matt alone. It starts off innocent… well as innocent as the night had previously been. A few heated glances, a few lingering touches. But neither of you pushed the limits.

Until you decided that you had enough of this tiptoeing.

You wander around the table, examining the cues, mapping out your possibilities before glancing over your shoulder at Matt, casually leaning against the wall watching you.

“Hey Marty,” you call to him, voice light. “I’m don’t know what move to make. Could you help a girl out?”

“And why should I help you?”

“Because you’re always so nice to me,” you reply, shooting him a sweet smile.

Matt lets out a small sarcastic laugh but he does give into your request shortly after, pushing off the wall before wandering over to you. His hands are on your hips and he guides you to the correct side of the table before they move to your arms, his body leaning against you and practically draping over your frame as he helps you line up the shot. He tries to maintain a polite distance between your body and you resist the urge to push back against him. Once he’s placed you in the correct position, he lifts himself up to allow you to shoot. You line up are about to pull the trigger when he speaks again.

“Were the boys at school nice to you?”

The cue balls ricochet off each other as you fumble your shot. Not because of the words said but because of how they were said: that heavy seductive tone telling you exactly what he was implying. You don’t give an immediate reply, just a small huff of breath and a quick glare in his direction. He only shoots a smirk in your direction as you sulk back, leaving Matt to survey the pool table.

You can tell that he’s proud of himself, a little cocky now that he got you flustered for the first time tonight, forced you back into your old persona, the one that he knew well.

He shouldn’t have been so confident. Because while the old you might have let the embarrassment flood your system and turn you into even more of a mess, the new you fought back.

So, you wait, patiently, until Matt is the same position you were; shot lined up, pool cue aimed and drawn back before speaking again.

“They were very, very, nice,” you say in that same heavy seductive tone. And just like you expected, your words have the exact same effect on him, the aggressive clatter of his ruined shot echoing. The look he gives you is dangerous in all the right ways and so you push on.

“Sometimes,” you continue, raising yourself off the wall and wandering over to him, “they were a little too nice.” A pause as you come face to face with him, looking up at him with your best bedroom eyes. “If you know what I mean.”

If he does understand the implications behind your words, he doesn’t show it as he moves away from you to let you take your turn. The rest of the game continues without words although the tension between you has been raised. It almost becomes unbearable but you move ahead, focusing on your next move and the next after that. And to your complete and honest surprise, you end up winning, sinking the eight-ball in one smooth shot.

“Congratulations,” Matt says, walking towards you. “Figured out what you want as a prize?”

This time, the words are not tinged with any weight or tone that would suggest more. He asks you the question as casually as if he was asking you about the weather.

But you’ve been a part of this; a part of the teasing, a part of this cat-and-mouse game that you two had been caught in since the night started. And that remembrance gives you the answer.

“I want the truth,” you say, watching as one of Matt’s eyebrows twitches upward in question. “What were you really thinking when you first saw me tonight?”

You can see the confusion on his face when you put the question forward and the confusion flows into his voice as he starts to give you an answer.

“I thought that you looked a lot different than I remembered, grew up as I said and –”

“No,” you interrupt. “I mean, what were you thinking about me, before you knew it was me? Y’know – when you so brazenly walked up and offered to buy me a drink. What was going through your head then?”

This was a bad idea. Such a fucking bad idea. But you didn’t care. You wanted to know. No – you needed to know. Needed to know that you weren’t overreaching, that you weren’t reading too much into every word, every touch that had been exchanged.

You needed to know if Matt Martin wanted you… the same way you wanted him.

The silence that stretches between you is tighter than every before, a rubber band waiting to snap. You aren’t backing down. Matt isn’t budging, although from the way his jaw clenches, you feel as if he is biting back his words.

The truth.

As if he didn’t want to say it out loud. As if he knew that as soon as the truth was said, there was no controlling what would come next. So, you take the initiative again.

“If you want to continue this discussion somewhere a little more private, I’ll be waiting in the bathroom.” You start walking away, moving towards the private bathrooms near the far end of the bar, before turning back to him.

“Five minutes Marty. That’s your window to tell me the truth. That’s all you get. Five minutes.”

You leave him with the ultimatum, disappearing from his sight. You try to causally make your way to the bathrooms as to not draw attention to yourself. But as soon as you reach the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind you, the façade drops and a whoosh of breath escapes. Immediately, you rush over to the sink and splash some cold water on your neck in a feeble attempt to cool the blazing heat running through your body.

What the fuck where you thinking?

This was insane. You were insane. There was a line and you were sure that you had crossed it. Not only crossed it, you full on leapt over it. Made an embarrassment of yourself. You definitely couldn’t face Matt again after tonight. You’d have to leave New York, relocate to Los Angeles or even Europe just to put a full ocean between the two of you. There was no way that this night wasn’t completely ruined. You utterly fucked up, to the umpteenth degree; you fuc-

A knock on the door interrupts your racing thoughts, your head swiveling in the direction of the noise. In a rush, you remove your phone from your back pocket, realizing that you had been freaking out for almost five minutes. The allotted time you gave Matt. That meant that the person on the other side of the door could be another patron.

That’s what you believe until the second knock comes. This time accompanied by the husky tone of Matt Martin saying your name.

Your heartbeat upticks as you walk across the tile, the journey there feeling like it stretched for miles instead of a few short steps. The metal of the handle is cold against your skin as your hand reaches up towards the lock, the anxiety of whatever was to come vibrating through you.

The echo of the deadbolt unlocking hasn’t dissipated as Matt pushes into the room, slightly knocking you back before he spins and clicks the lock home again. You barely manage to get a single syllable out before Matt is turning towards you, his large hands cupping your face.

And then he is kissing you. Fiercely. Passionately. He’s. Kissing. You.

The action catches you so off-guard that you can’t stop the gasp that falls from your lips and Matt takes advantage, deepening the kiss as his large body presses you further into the room until you feel the back of your thighs hit the cold stone of the counter.

It takes you this long to fully register what is happening, for you mind to wrap around the turn of events, a situation that seconds ago you thought would remain in your wildest fantasies. But when you finally grasp that this is real, it is happening… your inhibitions disappear.

Your hands scramble against his body, gripping onto his shoulders, lifting into his hair, attempting to pull him closer, to pour as much passion into the kiss as he is. One hand falls to the counter as you try to hoist yourself up on to the marble to lessen the height advantage he has on you. It’s a desperate attempt, one that you blindly fail at. That is, until you feel Matt’s hands sink down and grip the back of your thighs.

Another gasp escapes you as he lifts you up onto the surface and your knees easily part to accommodate the size of his body between your legs as he leans his weight forward, pressing you back until you feel the cold mirror against your scalp.

Matt eventually removes his lips from yours but they don’t travel far. Instead, they press against your jawline, down your neck. It’s when they are pressed against your collarbones does he finally speak.

“You want to know what I thought about when I first saw you?” he asks and you have to force yourself to focus on his words instead of the way his body feels pressed against yours.

“I thought about how fucking gorgeous you looked. And I knew I wanted to take you home and see if you looked just as pretty underneath me,” he confesses, his mouth finally departing from your skin as he lifts himself up to lock eyes with you before continuing. “And then, when I realized it was you, the baby sister of my teammate? I felt fucking filthy for thinking those things.”

His hands trail downwards as his words fall, cascading over your ribs, the small of your back, your hips until they manage to slip into your back pockets, his fingers tightening around your ass, giving it a firm squeeze as he pulls you closer, your hands flying to his shoulders to keep your body upright.

“But that shy, sweet, innocent girl that I knew… she’s gone. Isn’t she? Instead, what I got was a fucking minx, who doesn’t know when to stop pressing her luck.”

His words spark that challenging fire in you and you somehow manage to regain your voice through the haze of his hands on you.

“You love it though,” comes your sharp retort, the grin playing on your face as your eyes spark with defiance. Matt mirrors your smirk, although you can tell that his is more casual, natural, like he’s been in this place before. His next words confirm that assumption.

“I do. I like brats like you,” he says and you barely catch the hardening of his gaze before he is manhandling you off the countertop, spinning your body abruptly, the front of your thighs hitting the hard edge as your hands fly forward to stop your momentum. His body presses against you and the whimper that leaves you is in direct response to the feeling of all of him against your back. He leans in, his breath ruffling your hair as he whispers hotly in your ear.

“I especially like putting them in their place.”

Your whimpers turn into a full-on moan as he rolls his hips against you and you can feel the hardness of him against your backside.

“What was that sweetheart?” he murmurs, his hips still moving as he hands starts to wander once again. “No more smart remarks for me?”

The only sound you can manage is more whines as you feel a hand sneak under the hem of your shirt, a shiver as his fingers climb their way up your torso before he takes one of your breasts in his grasp, squeezing, while his other hands remains on the edge of your jeans, running teasingly over the delicate skin of your hipbone.

“What happened baby? You were so confident before.”

“Fuck you,” you manage to breath out. The words were hollow, with no real malice behind them. They were just spoken in hopes of regaining some power. Or, at the very least, to ground yourself and keep your bearings on this battle that you were swiftly losing.

Matt sees through the remark with ease, his immediate response a dark chuckle before he speaks again.

“I’d much rather fuck you.”

You don’t have time to wrap your head around those words before the hand that was on your hip flies up to rest on your neck, fingers pushing your jaw upwards to angle your face back towards Matt so he can once again crash his lips to yours. He kisses you fiercely and you whimper as you feel the hand underneath your shirt start to sink lower and lower until it hits the waistline of your jeans, moving to deftly undo the button with a practiced ease. His hand dips underneath the fabric and you widen your stance without thinking to give him more access, causing him to chuckle against you.

Another gasp falls when his hand slips in between your thighs, cupping your still covered center. A groan rumbles from his chest as his fingers press against your slit, feeling how the dampness of your arousal has already flooded the soft cotton of your underwear.

“Fuck sweetheart,” he curses, lips and hand pulling away from your face and your head falls forward to its original position as he continues its movements against your core. “Ruined these already, hmm? Been dripping for hours?” The only response you give is another whimper as you roll your hips forward, chasing his fingers, a silent request for more which he doesn’t give.

“Come on kid, use your big girl words,” he mutters before moving his fingers the short distance upwards to press against your clit.

“Fuck,” you cry out at the feeling, the tension from the entire night culminating, heightening every move Matt makes against your body, every word he speaks. You hear him chuckle and it sends a hot wave of shame through your body, a sensation you weren’t familiar with but one that you were surprised worked so well in combination with your need.

“Not exactly what I meant.”

“Matt…” The word is elongated as the whimper of his name escapes you, another desperate attempt for mercy, for him to give you want you wanted. He doesn’t give in, his will apparently much stronger than yours. His fingers just lazily return to stroke your slit, winding you up more. It’s the steadily building desire with no payoff that finally makes you snap. “Godammit, Matt, stop fucking teasing me.”

As soon as those words are spoken, his fingers glide underneath the fabric of your panties before plunging into your center. You moan at the sudden intrusion, that full body rush of heat moving through you at the feeling of him inside you. It’s a split second before he moves, his fingers gently starting to pump into you, reaching deeper, the calloused skin of the heel of his palm catching against your clit. The cant of your hips forward is involuntary as you chase the feeling, a hiss escaping him as your movements push the sharp corner of the counter into the tan skin of his forearm, a momentary lapse in his control before he regains it.

“That desperate for me, huh?” he teases you, aiding your motions and pressing his hand against you. “This what you wanted sweetheart?”

“Want your cock more,” you manage to moan, this time your hips moving backwards to press your ass against his groin to punctuate your words.

“Oh yeah? Just want to feel my dick deep inside this perfect cunt?” You whine in response as you grind against Matt’s hand, wanting more, your blatant desire causing Matt to chuckle again. “Well, darling, you can have it. All you got to do is say please.”

The gasp escapes you as your eyes fly up to connect with Matt’s gaze in the mirror, the sound not only a response to his fingers managing to graze that one spot inside of you that made you see stars, but to his demand.

He wanted you to beg for it. To plead with him to give you want you wanted. To submit.

That’s one thing that you refused to do. You had spent all those years away building up your confidence and control that you weren’t about to relinquish it that easy. But then Matt moves again and you can’t stop your head from falling forward, another moan reverberating against the walls of the restroom.

“Come on babygirl. Let me hear you say it.”

It’s torture. It is utter torture, the feeling of his fingers moving within you, so good but not enough, not what you really wanted to the sense of relief you were chasing. The relief that would only come if you relinquished the last sliver of control you had.

“Please…”

The word is practically wrenched from you, like you had to grab it and drag it from your throat and past your lips. You feel Matt lean in, his body coming to drape over yours once more, his lips finding the familiar spot behind your ear.

“No.”

The word that came from him was the exact opposite of what you were expecting and the force of which your head snaps up to connect with Matt’s reflection is sharp and sudden. The bewildered desperate look in your eyes is a stark contrast to the calm and collected look in Matt’s.

“I don’t think you’ve earned it yet. In fact, I don’t know if you’ve even earned the right to cum.”

That suggestion is what does you in. The thought of all of this being for nothing? For you to be pushed this close to edge and not achieve a release of this surmounting pressure? You couldn’t handle that. The mere implication sends any last ounce of dignity you thought you had flying out the window.

“No. Please, please Matt. I need it. Please,” you unabashedly beg, words now falling freely.

“Well… since you asked so nicely.”

Matt moves again, his ministrations increasing as he drags you closer and closer to that edge. You can no longer bite back the moans that he pulls from your chest and you don’t try to stop them, too overwhelmed with pleasure to even keep your eyes open. You are so caught up in the feeling of Matt’s hand between your thighs that you don’t bother keeping track of the unoccupied one until it’s coming to wrap around your throat, pulling you upwards until your body is once again fully pressed against him.

The heat of him against your already scorching skin is almost unbearable and when Matt’s fingers guide your head to look forward into the mirror, you know he can feel your pulse jumping underneath his grasp.

“Open your eyes,” he whispers, the complete control he wielded giving you no option but to obey as your eyelids fly open and immediately connect to the reflection of you and Matt in the mirror. You were an absolute mess: pupils blown, hair mussed, chest heaving. But you couldn’t even bother focusing on your appearance. All you can do is let your gaze trail down to Matt’s arm, seeing where it disappeared underneath the denim of your jeans. Watching how the muscles flexed as his fingers reached deeper, curling to constantly graze that damnable spot that made full body shudders run through you.

“Look how fucking perfect you look,” Matt groans into your hair, his movements never ceasing. “Come on sweetheart. Show me how pretty you look when you cum.”

His gentle demand is what sends you over the edge, your orgasm hitting you like a freight train, mouth opening into a near silent scream. One of your hands flies to his forearm, nails digging into his skin in a vice like grip while the other tightens around the solid marble edge of the countertop – a feeble attempt to steady yourself. You were certain that if Matt’s arms weren’t tight around you, you would have collapsed to the floor.

The vibration of Matt moaning at the feeling of your pussy clamping down on him adds another delectable sensation against your body. You do not fight it when Matt’s grip on your jaw angles your head back so he can capture your lips in a feverish kiss, swallowing every moan and whimper you give as your high fades.

His fingers slowly, painstakingly withdraw from you before he breaks the kiss, his hand moving against your oversensitive core to push your underwear back in place before attempting to wipe off his finger on the cotton. It’s a completely lost cause based on how soaked you are, another laugh escaping Matt as his hand finally retreats from the confines of your jeans. He buttons them back up, pressing a soft kiss against your shoulder before moving away from you.

A panicked part of you thinks that he’s going to leave you here, alone in a bar bathroom as you fight to regain composure. But instead, he just moves to the sink next to you, turning on the tap to wash his hands. The half-hearted huff of laughter escapes you but you can barely dwell on it, instead focusing on taking deep breaths in order to recover.

Eventually, you lift your body up and examine your disheveled appearance. It takes another beat before you start to piece yourself back together: smoothing your hair down, readjusting your clothes, wiping away any errant makeup from your skin. It is when you are taking a drink of water to soothe your parched throat does Matt reappear behind you.

“I was right,” he says. “You do look just as pretty underneath me,” he explains, recalling his confession to you at the very beginning of this bathroom rendezvous. You roll your eyes at his cocky words, your previous confidence returning as you spin to face him.

“I look even prettier on my knees,” you quip, falling back into that teasing energy that led the two of you here. A laugh rumbles through Matt as he takes your chirp in stride.

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“Well then, I guess you’ll just have to take me home to find out.”

“What about your brother?” Matt asks, reminding you where you were and who you accompanied to this bar. Your non-committal hum is your only response as your eyes trail lazily towards the bathroom door before returning to Matt.

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

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