#rugby fic

[ddejavvu]

Rugby!james having a celebratory dinner with his team and he brings shy!you along to meet them for the first time 🥰 they don’t expect you to be so shy considering James is such a loudmouth but they love you all the same ofc. plus james is just enamoured with you so they wouldn’t dare say a bad word about you

Despite James's many, many lectures on proper behavior, Sirius feels like stirring shit. He's sure you won't freak out, he just wants to see how far your sense of humor will go. James has insisted you're shy, and that you're nervous to meet his teammates, but Sirius's love language is teasing. Really, you should feel very loved right now.

"So, Y/N, you're madly in love with James." He observes, setting his glass on the table in the low light of the restaurant's patio seating, "Have you ever seen him after a match?"

Your face flushes at the accusation, even though it's true, and you nod warily. Remus groans at Sirius' goading, but pays polite attention to you.

"Pads..." James warns, but as is his specialty, Sirius ignores him.

"So you're okay with the disgusting, sweaty, grass-stained, adrenaline-drunk buffoon that cries in the showers when we lose."

James sighs, and you merely turn to him with a hint of concern on your face.

"Do you really cry?"

Before James can answer, Sirius gushes, "Oh, all the time. 'S pathetic, really, you can hear him blubbering in there 'cause he can't be a sore loser in front of the other team."

"Sirius," James is more tense this time, but Sirius won't be deterred.

"Personally, I make sure my tears are never out at the same time as my cock, but you do whatever you want, mate."

He's done it. He's said a word, the word, that makes the heat in your cheeks spread all the way to your ears and neck. You're on fire, you're burning up, and James yanks you into his side to cool you with the icy tone of his voice that he levels at Sirius.

"Nice going, Pads." James sneers, leaving Remus to corral their mutual nuisance as he ducks down to speak with you at a murmur, "S'alright, darling, ignore him. And- uh, yeah, I do cry in the showers sometimes. Not as often as Sirius said. But- but it happens."

"Oh," You nod, trying to recover from the humiliation that's trying to seep into your bones, "Well- if you want, you can cry to me. You don't have to do it alone in the shower."

James's face splits into a bright grin, and he refrains from smashing a kiss to your mouth only because he knows it'll embarrass you more. Instead he presses it to your forehead, which is only slightly less embarrassing.

"Thanks, darling." He squeezes your waist, and apparently he's just as wicked as Sirius, because the thought forms in his brain and he can't slow its rapid movement towards his mouth even though he knows he needs to. He at least manages to dull his voice into a barely-audible whisper, ensuring Sirius won't hear him and make a show of it as he presses his shit-eating grin to your ear, "Can I still get naked first?"

[inkdrinkerworld]

anything with soft dom remus or beefy!james with a shy gf just makes my brain go ahhhhh and idk why

Omg omg!!! Going w beefy!jamie for this! Ft: sleepy shy!reader and college rugby!jamie

Staying up late to help your boyfriend study game analytics seems like a good idea three hours ago when your eyes weren’t burning.

It was the best idea, when you’d been bright eyed and had just had your third cup of coffee for the afternoon.

Now, your eyes are bleary and you can’t stop fighting back yawns and you don’t think you can hear the words, ‘formation’, ‘back line’ or ‘forward press’ anymore.

James doesn’t seem to notice, too busy scribbling on the pages in front of him and adjusting the images on his tablet.

Some of his other teammates are on a call with him so they’re all adding their thoughts, but now you just really want your bed.

“Jamie?” You murmur, not having the brain power for much more than whispered words.

“Yeah angel?” His tongue is poking out the corner of his lip as he readjusts something on the screen before looking at you.

James finds your glasses slightly askew on your face, your eyes a little on the bloodshot side, and your pyjamas (his old sweater and a pair of shorts) all wrinkled from you leaning the the table.

You look just about ready to pass out on yourself.

“Oh angel,” he coos, scooting back in his chair and patting his thigh. “Ve’been keeping you up, haven’t I?”

You stand slowly, peeking over the top of his tablet to check that his camera was off before climbing into his lap.

You hadn’t bothered to check that his mic was off and are met with coos coming from the speakers. “Potter are you not taking care of our good luck charm?” Sirius teases as you cuddle into James’ chest.

James presses a kiss to your neck as you shuffle until you find the best spot.

“He’s taking care of me just fine, Siri. Are you taking care of Remus?” You ask, a teasing tone to your voice but James knows anxiety is riddling your tease.

You might be a little more open with him and his friends, but you’re still a very delicate, shy thing at the end of the day.

“Yeah. How are you treating your boyfriend?” James pipes and you’re grateful to have Sirius’ attention diverted as another series of yawns wrack your body.

“Ten more minutes, angel. Then we’ll get all cozy in bed, yeah?” You nod, eyes closing as you listen to the rhythmic ‘lub dub’ of James’ heart.

You’re almost asleep when James coos, “Poor girl,” you feel him take off your specs and open your eyes. “We’re going to bed m’heart.”

James is sure you’re blushing, even in your sleepy state.

[cherryjuiceblues]

18+

thinking about rugby!harry who surprise tackles y/n to her tiny single bed and squeezes his big biceps around her waist to make her swoon.

rugby!harry who comes round covered in grass and blood stains and smells all dirty and sweaty just to jump in y/n’s shower because he wants to use her floral scented products. and then flop over her body and shake his wet hair like a dog.

rugby!harry who gets hard to the sound of her squealing giggles and presses his weight on her to elicit more. who ruts his hips against hers through grey sweats and kisses her stomach over her shirt. who could suffocate himself in between her thighs forever for his own pleasure, living off of her whimpers and moans.

rugby!harry who takes up every space he enters with his big broad body. back mouthwateringly big and dotted in freckles, arms thicker than y/n's head and thighs with muscles she's never even seen before. who leans against door frames and makes y/n think they might crack under the pressure. whose hands cover her entire face without trying.

rugby!harry who has stamina for days. who may not last so long but can go three, four times without stopping. who can cum and fuck y/n through it, not soften even a fraction as his load slips out around him with each thrust and makes a disgusting mess beneath them.

rugby!harry who scoops it all up with his fingers and stuffs it back inside her when they're done. who says goodbye to her cunt by patting it firmly before getting up to clean his girl, mournful every time he has to watch her push it all out.

rugby!harry who pretends not to love being the little spoon despite practically melting whenever he's granted the opportunity. because despite the fact that y/n can hardly wrap her arms around him, harry thinks it feels so good to have her smaller body try so hard to engulf him the way he does her.

rugby!harry who is a big old softie for his missus and his missus only. who loves his friends and teammates with insults and jibes and saves the sap for y/n. who would never dream of giving up calling her those cheesy pet names for the world, because she still goes giddy and shy even after all this time.

rugby!harry who, whenever he scores, always holds up his hands in a sign just for her. who brings her to every game, spots her in every crowd, takes her around the world with him and she follows as his biggest and best fan.

🤕

[erenthology]

Drabble but I had to make it pretty :3

Eren is pretty nosy. When he visited your dorm for the first time, he went through everything in your room, shamelessly. You were lying half naked waiting for him, meanwhile this dude was smelling your perfumes.

“‘Hmm, what’s this? ‘Who’s this in the picture with you?”

“His name is Dave, he was my prom date.” you tell him, growing irritated.

“He’s ugly.” He puts the photo facing down and joins you on bed but sits down instead of pushing your head into the mattress fucking you raw. “are your sheets linen? Is that what you prefer?”

You stare wordlessly, this was not how you expected the infamous collage star to to act when invited into your dorm. You usually meet at his place because he insists to always pick you up and have you spend the night at his. So when you asked him if he wanted to come to your place you instead, you could swear you saw his eyes sparkle.

You put your feet on each side of his shoulders which gets him to glance down in between your legs. “Wow, you want to fuck me so bad.” he tilts his head to the side as if to get a better look.

He’s on his knees, hovering over you as you’re lying down with your legs open “Keep talking like that and I’ll find somebody else to fuck me.”

He raises an eyebrow, “keep saying stuff like that and you’re gonna get punished.”

“By who?” you clench your thighs.

His eyes track the dirty motion of your hips and licks his lips as if to taste you. “only me. why, is there someone else on your mind?”

“I mean, dave did hit me up recently. he’s grown quite attractive.” you like being petty.

Not even a crack of a smile. “You know, when you say stuff like that, it makes me want to fuck you silly.” he delicately strokes your cheek.

Huffing out a breath, you’re about to tell him to go ahead but get interrupted by him tracing your lips with his fingers. “Your lips turn down at the edge,” he smiles, “you have the perfect pout.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, not really used to being treated like this. Eren keeps surprising you and yet you find ways to ignore it. But you have a feeling that he’s fully aware of your antics and is being patient with you.

“So?” you dart out your tongue around his finger. “want to see it wrapped around something other than your finger?”

He adjusts his boner and pushes your legs down around his waist. Gazing into your eyes, he calmly speaks. “you have no idea how much I crave you. every second of every day.”

Swallowing hard, you feel the tension in the room about to snap. He lowers his body and pushes your legs up, folding you in half with his body weight.

Face to face, Eren looks at your searchingly. He’s waiting for you to kiss him, he wants you to show him you want him. So your hands reach for his face, and you brush your lips against his. He sighs a breath of relief, as if he’s been holding it it this whole time, and kisses you back.

Feeling content, he draws back and watches as you’re unable to open your eyes for a few moments afterwards. Eren smiles and releases your legs, then viciously hugs you and starts rocking you back and forth.

“You’re so cute.” he squishes you.

“stop, I’ll cut your teddy bear the next time I’m over Eren I swear.” you threathen harmlessly. He gasps, “first of all, Eldy is not a teddybear he’s my son.” he jokes back. Laughing at his antics, you realize you’ve gotten further involved with him than you might’ve realized.

The inside jokes, he kissing and unnecessary cuddling. As if noticing you’re drifting away, he puts you on his lap and grabs your laptop. “Let’s watch a something.” he strokes your thighs.

“Dibs” you both say on the same time. Turning to face him, you yell “supernatural” again, at the same time.

He stares intensely, “oh baby, you were so made for me.” he draws out enthusiastically. “Yeah yeah, just put it on.” you turn your face back to hide your blush.

Your bodies are tangled together, he holds you as if you complete him. Legs in between yours, arm around your torso, you’re surrounded by him. “Eren, did something happen?”

You can tell this makes him happy. “you care about me.” he smiles cheekily and kisses your cheek. So that’s the reasons he just wants to hold you.

“So, what’s wrong?” you forcefully let out. It feels a bit uncomfortable but you can tell he’s not uncomfortable at all. “Don’t worry about it, just let me hold you.”

“Fine.” you don’t know why you make it sound like you’re irritated, you’re not. But Eren doesn’t say anything, you have a feeling he’s learning how you work and actually understands you. Either way, you let him hold you.

[bettysupremacy]

Hi bestie <3 okay so I’m literally obsessed with your work and I was wondering if you could do a Jamie potter x reader where James comes back from quidditch (or rugby whatever you want jkebaksn) and he’s all sleepy and stuff but he didn’t shower before coming upstairs. Then reader is just like doing homework on his bed and won’t cuddle him bc he smells like sweat and he’s all pouty and enbwjsbe. Ofc no pressure if this doesn’t inspire you but fr love you 🫶

I need you to start sending me requests more more more bestie cause I literally loved this. He’s so sweet I miss him.

When James has to go to practice, it’s the second worst thing he fears he’ll ever have to do in this relationship.

Right below traveling.

It’s not that he’s obsessed, he just misses you. Misses you so wildly he fumbles the ball sometimes thinking about it. That’s normal.

And it’s normal to skip showers to see you quicker. Well, maybe you wouldn’t agree.

When he comes home, he’s sweaty. It glistens above his brow, gleaming in the low light of your lamp.

“You run a marathon?” You tease, shuffling under his blanket.

He smiles, rugby bag dropping to the floor with a clatter. “No,” He smiles, peeling his clothes off. His words are broken up between pants. “Elevator is broken again though. Had to help Patty with her groceries.”

His clothes don’t make it to the bin. Throwing them in the general direction suffices.

“That was sweet.” You murmur as he climbs over you, pulling a book off your chest, surprised by a teddy under it. “Hi.”

“Hi.” he smiles.

You push his hair back, grimacing at the dampness of it. “Missed you.”

He ignores this, nuzzling down into you, face smooshed into the skin of your naval. “Missed you more.” He feels the vibrations when you giggle.

“Y’tickling me, stop.”

Grumbling, he smiles when you pull him up by his hair. “Yes, lovely?”

“You’re smelly.”

His mouth drops, bewildered at your blunt affront. “You’re supposed to think I never smell bad.”

“I think you smell like sweat,” You drop his hair. “and you feel like it too. Do they not provide showers there?”

He climbs up your body, dropping chest to chest. Limply, you feel his rough hands slide under your neck as he mouths under your ear, and nips at your jawline. “They do, but I missed you.”

Your blinking stutters. He’s sweet on you, so sweet on you, it’s not your fault for wrapping your arms around his strong back. “I wish you missed the showers more.” You gasp.

“Never.” He smiles down at you.

“I’m gonna need you to get in the shower if you want to continue this.”

His face scrunches up, whining loudly into your neck as he drops into you. “But I’m tired.”

“Not too tired to give me a hickey.”

“Never too tired for you, honey.” He cheeks, muffled by your neck. Your shoulder comes up, tickled, but he holds you down, kissing there harshly.

“Is it bad?” You murmur.

He pops up, inspecting your neck seriously. “Dark purple already.” He grimaces.

You push your palm into the side of his head, giggling wildly. “Shut up, Jamie, get in the shower.”

He turns to your stuffed animal in complete offense. “You see how she treats me?”

“Oh my god.”

“Bet she doesn’t treat you like that, does she?”

“Go!” You manage out. “You smell like field!”

He pushes off the bed, shaking his head. “Field, lovely?”

“Field.” You nod grimacing.

“Okay,” He shrugs, off towards the bathroom. “I’ll go shower.”

“Thank you.” You smile, hugging the bear to your chest. “Wait,”

He turns, ears practically perked like a excited puppy. “Yes?”

“Can I get a kiss first?”

“You know it.” He bounces over pressing one, two, three warm kisses to your mouth. The fourth lands at the corner, skewed from the other three.

“Don’t miss me too much.” You murmur.

“Get me in 5 minutes if I’m not out,” He groans, pushing off the bed. “I might’ve passed out.”

“Be quiet, stupid.” You grab his pillow, throwing it at him softly. “That shower better be more than 5 minutes.”

The bathroom door clicks shut quickly. “Teddy doesn’t get this treatment!” He cries.

[moonstruckme]

I can’t believe I’ve never read this but Sirius getting a tattoo of your name and you and EVERYONE is like ! And James is probs jelly heheheh

Thanks for requesting!

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 802 words

“Well, the font at least sort of covers the misspelling,” you say, peering at the skin just to the left of Sirius’ back dimple. 

Remus hums his agreement. “Yeah, I sort of messed up in the middle there, so I switched to cursive to make it less noticeable.” 

“What?” Sirius twists around to try and see. 

“Joking, joking.” You smile up at him as he makes a sound somewhere between relief and offense, holding him still by his hip and not at all minding the excuse to do so. “It looks good, Siri. I just wish you’d told me you were getting it, I would have surprised you with the same.” 

Your boyfriend’s pursed lips relax into a familiar grin. “Yeah, sweetness?” Remus groans, finding something else to look at away from the two of you. “You mean it?”

“Nope,” you say bluntly, using your grip to tug him back down beside you on the couch. “Sorry, Rem, you’re never getting near me with that needle.” 

Remus huffs a laugh. “No pressure here.” 

“But baby,” Sirius croons, though it’s really more of a whine, “it’d be so hot. You could get it in the same spot too, so we’d match.” 

“You two already match plenty,” James decrees, coming in the door sweaty and covered in dirt from training. “Outfits and nail colors are enough.”

“Envious green doesn’t suit you, Prongs,” Sirius replies. He leans his head back so he can give his friend a disdainful look over the top of the couch, hair flopping away from his eyes. “Y/n loves when we match, don’t you gorgeous?” 

It’s a struggle not to let your eyes flit down to your star print socks, twin to the ones covered by Sirius’ boots. You give your best impression of insouciance in your shrug. 

“She’s a hostage to your schemes.” James tosses his bag to the floor, perching on the coffee table lest Remus get after him for getting dirt on the couch again. “What are you trying to coerce her into now?”

“He wants her to get a tattoo of his name like he’s gotten of hers,” Remus answers, the tiny quirk of his eyebrow at James conveying his disapproval of this plan. 

James’ eyes widen behind his glasses. “You got a tattoo of her name?” 

“Yeah.” Sirius grins proudly, already turning and pulling down his waistband. “Wanna see?” 

“Does he always take his pants off when you’re all home together?” you ask Remus. “Is this something I should be worried about?” 

“He’ll take his pants off at any opportunity,” he replies. “You knew what you were getting into with him.” 

“I guess I did.” 

“Fucking what?” James’ gaze jumps from Sirius’ hip to his face, betrayal in his big brown eyes. “That’s my spot. You’ve given her my spot!” 

You feel your brows furrow. “Excuse me?” 

“We agreed,” James says, and though his outrage doesn’t seem meant for you, you’re a tad intimidated regardless, “that I would get to choose the tattoo that went on his lower back. Pads, you swore an oath of brotherhood!”

“I was fifteen,” Sirius protests, mouth agape, “and drunk! I hardly remember what I agreed to!”

“Moony was witness.” James gives Remus an expectant look, mouth a hard line. 

Remus sighs like he’d really rather not be a part of this, but he knows better than to argue. “You did say that,” he tells Sirius, then turns to James. “Though it was a long time ago, and I’d like to have it on record that I didn’t recall it when I agreed to do the tattoo.” 

“Ah ha!” James points at Sirius accusingly. Sirius slaps his finger away with a roll of his eyes. “You’ve conspired against me.” 

“Why,” you ask James, “did you want to choose a tattoo for his lower back specifically?” 

James scoffs as though this should be obvious. “Because that’s the claiming spot. As he clearly knows.” He crosses his arms, glaring indignantly at your boyfriend. 

You shrug. “Well, he has two hips. You could always have the other one.” 

Now it's Sirius’ brow which furrows. “I’m not sure I appreciate my skin being auctioned off like this.” 

“Nobody’s auctioning you off, honey,” you placate him, rubbing his shoulder. Predictably, he softens under your touch, leaning against your side. You give his bicep a little squeeze. “For it to be an auction, we’d have to be exchanging money. This is for free.” 

Remus chuckles, and Sirius elbows your side meanly, but he’s smiling. James ignores them both, uncrossing his arms to lean his elbows on his thighs and looking at you with interest. 

“I could get behind that,” he muses. “You’d be willing to share him like that, though?” 

You roll your eyes as you smile. “I knew what I was getting into with him.” 

[labellefleur-sauvage]

I Need a Big Boy

Nesta had been a fan of her city’s rugby team, The Velaris Fighters, for years, all because of one man: Cassian Smith, the team’s captain.

Tonight, she was finally going to show Cassian why she was his biggest fan.

A very short and smutty Nessian fic. Inspired by a few influential tiktoks featuring some very handsome and big rugby men in short shorts and tight jerseys that instantly made me think that Cassian would be an excellent rugby player. No other plot, just sexy vibes.

Word Count: 2600

Rating: E

Read on AO3

XXX

“Yes! Just like that! Just a little bit more, just like that - yes!”

Nesta threw her arms in the air and cheered along with the thousands of other people in the crowd as the Velaris Fighters scored five final points before the sirens that signaled the end of the game blasted through the air. Besides her, her friend Gwyn threw her arms around her neck in a hug, while their other friend Emerie blew into a bright blue plastic stadium horn.

“What a game!” Gwyn exclaimed, wiping the sweat off her forehead. “I thought for sure they wouldn’t be able to come back!”

“That was the best scrum of the season. How Rhys managed to hook the ball after the other team nearly had it -“

“And then Azriel managing to grab the ball when Rhys got tackled -“

“But we all know who was really responsible for their comeback win,” Emerie said with a wiggle of her eyebrows, eyeing Nesta. 

Nesta only hummed, too distracted by watching the man of the hour: Cassian Smith, front row prop and team captain of the Velaris Fighters. He had gone through two shirts over the course of the game to her delight, and had abandoned his latest shirt, choosing to go topless while he gave a media interview on the field.

She sighed wistfully, watching the overhead lights dance across his golden brown skin. This man was the only reason she got into rugby several years ago, when she saw an ad at a bus stop for the local rugby team with Cassian front and center. 

Luckily she found rugby genuinely interesting, and enjoyed going to the games. Even better, she got to ogle the most handsome man she had ever seen.

Cassian was a tall brick house of a man, nearly 6’5” of pure muscle. His upper body - shoulders, arms, back, even his neck - was a mess of highly developed muscles. Each rippling ab was defined, and his thighs were thicker than tree trunks. Most of his glorious body was covered in dark, swirling tattoos that contrasted against his golden brown skin. His shoulder length wavy hair was tied back in a messy ponytail and Nesta watched, enraptured, as he slowly took the ponytail out of his hair and raked his fingers through his sweaty locks. 

She licked her lips. It felt like a personal show, just for her. If all went according to plan, then she’d be putting on a show for him soon. 

“Come on, let’s go.” Gwyn bumped Nesta out of her daydream. Shaking herself, she gathered her bag and followed her friends out of the stands, joining the throng of people waiting to exit the stadium.

“You still going to go to the player’s entrance and try to get an autograph?” asked Gwyn.

“She’s going to try to get a lot more than that,” quipped Emerie.

“Be safe!” Gwyn said. “Let us know if you need a ride home or anything! Keep us updated -“

“She’s not going to have time to give us play by play updates when she’s getting railed -“

“OK, bye!” Nesta called, turning away from her laughing friends to walk towards the side player entrance where the players entered and exited the stadium. A small crowd had already assembled outside the doors, people anxiously waiting for a chance to see their favorite players.

Nesta forced her way up to the front railing separating the crowd from the door. She didn’t have to wait long - soon, players from both teams began filling out, some stopping to sign autographs. Craning her neck and standing on her tiptoes, Nesta kept her eyes trained on the door, hoping she didn’t miss him. 

Finally, the door swung open and Cassian emerged. He was even more beautiful up close: his hair was damp around his face, his form fitting t-shirt clung to his body and the fading sunlight highlighted his rugged face.

Nesta lost her breath as she watched Cassian briefly look around the crowd before his eyes met hers. He looked her up and down, head to toe, before sauntering over.

“That’s a great shirt you have on. Did it come pre-ripped like that?”

Nesta grinned. She was wearing a replica of one of his jerseys, with several rips along the shoulders and sides to mimic how his uniform often looked after a particularly rough game. She had also cut a deep V-neck into the shirt to show off her impressive cleavage. 

“No, I had to cut it myself. Wanted it to look more like the real thing.”

Cassian gave her a one sided grin. “Like the rest of my jerseys, it would look better shredded on the ground.”

Nesta snorted, dragging her eyes down his toned chest and lingering on the junction on his thick jean covered thighs. She lazily brought her gaze back to Cassian’s face, noting the slight blush grazing his cheeks. 

“This shirt has a lot of sentimental value to me, so I don’t think I’d be willing to risk having it destroyed. I think I’ll keep this one… unless you can give me something special in return.”

She could have sworn she saw him shudder. “I can think of a few things I could give you,” he said huskily. “How about you come back to the team locker room with me? I can give you a personalized jersey, a private tour of the facilities…”

“That’s so generous of you,” Nesta purred. “I think I’d be more interested in a private tour of you , though.”

Cassian cocked an eyebrow. “Are you sure you can take that? Most people can’t quite handle… all of me, like that.”

Nesta stared up at him and licked her lips. “How about we go somewhere private and I can prove to you that I’m more than capable of handling a big boy like yourself?” she shot back.

He smiled. “That can be arranged. Come on.” He single-handedly moved the heavy metal barrier out of the way, letting Nesta slip through. “My friend and I are going to the locker rooms,” he told the security guard at the door. The man nodded lazily, letting them back inside the building. 

He quickly led them to the back of the stadium and into a large locker room. It was much nicer than Nesta expected - each player had their own personalized locker lined around the room, with a wide, wooden sitting bench in front of each cubby.

Cassian spun her out of her observations and took her face in his hands for a claiming kiss. Nesta sighed as his tongue swept inside her mouth. He broke away from her suddenly, a cocky grin on his face.

“How long were you waiting outside?” Cassian asked, sitting down in front of his locker and spreading his legs.

“Not long,” Nesta shrugged, her lips still tingling from his intense kiss. “I’m your biggest fan, so I was willing to wait a while for you.”

He smirked. “My biggest fan, huh? What else are you willing to do for me?”

Nesta hummed, then went to her knees between his spread thighs. “If you take your pants off I can show you.”

Cassian grinned, standing up to his full height so he towered above her. “I’ve already worked so hard today - how about you put in a little work and show me how much my biggest fan truly appreciates me.”

Grinning, Nesta reached up and undid the button of his jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down. A considerable bulge had already formed between his thighs, and it only grew larger as her deft hands dragged Cassian’s skin tight pants down his legs. She took her time undressing him, letting her hands wander over the hard muscles in his quads and hamstrings and calves. He kicked his pants away when they bunched around his ankles. 

“My, my,” Nesta murmured appreciatively, staring at the outline of his cock straining against his underwear. “What a big cock you have. I can’t wait to see it dripping for me.” She pressed a series of delicate kisses along his clothed cock, kissing up his shaft. Cassian’s abs and legs tensed in anticipation as Nesta’s mouth drew nearer and nearer to his tip.

“I can’t wait to see it stuffed down your throat,” he gritted, tearing off his shirt and tossing it by his discarded jeans. “You’ll do that for me, right? Take my fat cock down your throat? Prove to me that you really are my biggest fan?”

“Anything,” Nesta said, lightly sucking the fat head of him through his underwear. She tasted a bit of his salty precome and had to close her eyes as her desire nearly toppled her, Cassian’s deep groan reverberating through her entire body. Her center throbbed and Nesta felt wetness gathering in her underwear. 

She was tired of teasing him. Yanking down his underwear, Nesta lightly pushed Cassian back so he sat down heavily on the wooden bench in front of his locker and spread his legs. She groaned. His cock was long and thick and heavy, leaning towards his stomach. Nesta took him in her small hand and gave him a few pumps.

“You did such a good job today,” Nesta said. “Let me show you what you deserve.” She dragged the flat of her tongue up from the base of his cock to his tip, then took his head into her mouth and sucked. 

Cassian groaned as Nesta bobbed her head over his dick. A thrill went through her. She was really doing this. She had flirted and teased the most handsome man she had ever seen, whom she’d been lusting over for ages, and now she was sucking his cock with more determination than anything she’d ever done in her life. Nesta had reduced one of the strongest men she’d ever seen to his knees with a few licks of her tongue, and she’d never felt stronger in her life.

Her hand stroked what she couldn’t fit in her mouth - his was the largest cock she’d ever sucked, and she briefly wondered if she would have to eat her earlier words of proving she could handle someone as large as him. Nesta took half of his length in her mouth and sucked hard. 

“Fuck Nesta, you’re so fucking good at this.” A large hand pressed against the back of her head, forcing her down on his cock. “Just like that, I know you can take all of me.”

Eyes watering, Nesta relaxed her throat as much as she could as Cassian gently pressed her head down until her nose met the wiry curls between his legs. Breathing through her nose, she looked up at Cassian.

“You’re so fucking pretty right now,” he moaned, watching her struggle to keep his length within her throat. “Didn’t think seeing you cry while you take my cock would be so hot but fuck, it is.”

Nesta’s pussy throbbed at the praise. A few tears gathered in her eyelashes and she blinked up at Cassian, begging him for anything: to let her move her head, to continue praising her, to touch her, anything.

He seemed to understand how desperate she was. Guiding her off his length, Cassian pulled Nesta up and pressed his lips to hers. His tongue tangling with hers, Nesta relaxed in his arms and against his body. His big hands made quick work of her underwear and jean shorts before he trailed his fingers longingly over the rips and tears of her shirt. 

“I really want to tear this off you - it’s already ripped, it’d take so little for me to destroy it.”

“Don’t you dare!” Nesta snapped. “I told you, this shirt is special to me!”

“I can get you a dozen just like it.”

“Are you going to argue with me about a shirt or are you going to fuck me?”

Cassian shrugged. “Have it your way.” Bending down, he grabbed Nesta under her ass and lifted her in his arms, carrying her to the wall so her back was against the surface.

Nesta gasped. It was hot, his casual display of strength. She felt the tip of his cock brush her soaking folds and she shifted her hips, trying to bring him even closer to her.

“You’re fucking soaked,” Cassian hissed. “Did sucking my cock make you this wet?”

“And watching you play,” Nesta admitted, a slight blush staining her cheeks.

“You poor thing,” he crooned, shifting his arms so Nesta’s legs settled in the crook of his elbows, “you’re been a desperate, wet mess for hours, haven’t you?”

“Yes!” Nesta gasped. “I’ve been so desperate for you! Please, fuck me!”

“So needy you’ll let me fuck your pussy raw, hm?” Cassian mumbled, leaning down to kiss her as he pushed his length into her tight cunt. 

Nesta sighed, gripping Cassian’s huge biceps as he worked himself into her. She slumped down a bit against the wall, securely held by Cassian’s hands under her ass and his arms supporting her legs.

“How lucky I am, for my biggest fan to have the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt,” he said, withdrawing then pushing back into her. “Like you were made for me.”

She smirked at him. “Told you I could take it.”

Leaning her head against the wall, Nesta lost herself with the feel of Cassian’s big, strong body around her and his thick cock pistoning within her. He hit places she’d never felt before, and she knew she’d never be able to take anything except his glorious length.

The only sounds filling the locker room were their moans and the wet slap of his cock slamming into her pussy. Nesta felt herself getting even wetter the rougher he got. Reaching down, she furiously circled her clit. 

“You feel so good,” Nesta gasped. “So perfect.”

“And you’re such a good girl, letting me fuck you like this,” Cassian groaned. 

Nesta looked up at him with wide eyes. “Since I’m your biggest fan, I’ll let you come in me. Just for you.”

Cassian cursed. “You want me to come in you?”

“Yeah, want you to fill me up.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” he moaned, thrusting so hard and deep inside her Nesta knew she’d be sore later. It was wonderful and everything she’d ever wanted. 

“Cass, yes, right there!” She gave her clit one final brutal rub and she was coming, quaking in Cassian’s strong arms as he chased his own release.

“Fuck Nes,” Cassian groaned, emptying himself within her tight cunt. He gave her a few more weak thrusts before he stopped, resting his head in the hollow of her throat. Giving her a quick peck on the lips, he withdrew his cock from her body. 

“I was worried you were actually going to destroy my shirt, you big oaf,” Nesta said as Cassian carefully set her down on shaky legs. 

“I’d never destroy the first jersey I ever gave you,” he replied, gathering their clothes. “I know how much you love that thing.”

“Not as much as I love you,” Nesta said, leaning up to kiss him. 

“I love you too. I don’t want to kink shame you, but when you asked me to roleplay with you as my biggest fan for some dirty locker room sex -“

“Oh, don’t say you weren’t into it right away!”

“I just thought it was a bit weird, considering my girlfriend should already be my biggest fan. Do you know the logistics I had to figure out to make sure we’d have the locker room to ourselves?”

Nesta rolled her eyes. “This just means you have a pretty big leeway for what you want the next time we roleplay.”

“Oh I’ve already decided what I want. Maybe some sweaty post-workout sex, with leathers and chains, stuff like that.”

Nesta grinned. “I can’t wait.”

[tavtarnish]

Rugby Au that I've been chattering about

This looks way better on mobile icl

[ddejavvu]

A little request 🥰 Injured rugbyJames! He gets roughed up at a game you couldn’t go to and he tries to keep it covered up cause he knows how you worry- you don’t realise until he gets into bed that night with a shirt on… he never wears a shirt to bed, you interrogate him and figure out what’s going on, worrying when you see the bruises

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

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For once, James is glad you hadn't been at his games. He'd initially been bummed, because he always wants to see you in the stands, but tonight had taken a rather unfortunate turn, and you're better off not knowing. You're sleeping blissfully under the blankets after a double shift at work, and he manages to get himself ready for bed without waking you.

But when he crawls beneath the covers you realize the bed is dipping, and you force your eyes open to greet him.

"Jamie?" You coo, voice thick with sleep. He can't help but smile, wrapping his arms around you when you roll over into his embrace.

"Hi, love," He croons, kissing the crown of your head as you bury your face in his chest, "How was work?"

"It was-" You start, but your face hits fabric instead of skin and you frown. Even in your sleepy haze, you're too smart for him.

"Jamie," You tug at the hem of his shirt, "What's this for?"

"Hm?" He plays dumb, "Oh, the shirt? That's- um, it was cold in the bathroom. So I just slipped it on."

"Take it off," You whine, "Wanna cuddle you."

"Okay," James sits up clumsily, trying to keep his chest sheltered from your suspicious view. He rips the garment off over his head, chucking it aimlessly onto the floor near the closet.

"Jamie!" You scold, "Don't leave it on the floor! Go get that."

James groans, frustrated more that he can't get away with it than he is with your cleanliness, "Right. Just don't turn on the-" A soft click is his only warning before the room is bathed in the soft, warm glow of your bedside lamp, and James's back stiffens where it's turned to you.

"What is- James!" You gush, now wide awake as you scramble to sit up in bed, "James, are you hurt? Oh my god, those are- those are bruises! James, you're hurt, let me-"

You stumble onto the floor, bedsheet tangled around your legs, and you're luck to escape its clutches before it sends you to the floor. James turns to reassure you but forgets that there's another purplish patch on his chest, only fueling your horror.

"It's okay!" He rushes to console you, cupping your cheeks that are stretched over your gaping mouth. You're looking at the bruises like they're fatal wounds, and he redirects your gaze to his own with a sweet smile.

"Love, I'm alright," He promises, "I know it looks bad, but s'not, I promise. They hurt a little bit, but that's all. Jus' got a bit banged up." He keeps his tone light and airy, but it does little to quell the surge of nerves rising in your chest.

"James," You whimper, worry plaguing your sweet voice, "What happened? Wh- did you get hit by a truck? These look awful," You lament, brushing your fingers over James's torso.

"No, darling, it wasn't a truck," He laughs, keeping you grounded with his hands on your cheeks even if you're distracted by his injuries, "I got to ice them on the field. And they barely hurt now, I'll put some more ice on them tomorrow. I promise I'm alright, I just didn't want you to freak out. Okay?"

He ducks his head down so that his nose bumps your own, and you're forced to look at his face. You can't resist his shiny, pretty eyes, even if you're still worried about the state of his bruises.

"Alright," You stammer, nodding along as he ushers you back to bed, "Alright, Jamie. Should- should I sleep on the couch? What if I accidentally hurt you," You linger by the bedside, but he pulls you down with him so that you're draped over the part of his chest that isn't bruised.

You frantically try protesting, worried about a stray elbow or an accidental kick, but he locks you in place with one of his large arms, kissing your forehead.

"I want you here," He hums, throwing the blankets over your back and trapping himself beneath them as well. He pretends to think, scratching his nails down your back under the covers, "Y'know, I bet if you kiss them, they'll heal faster."

[inkdrinkerworld]

beefy james will follow chubby reader anywhere

especially when they’re at a formal event and she looks so pretty in her dress and she pulls his tie to get him to follow her 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Yes!! Beefy!james and chubby!reader are that ‘walk him like a dog’ tiktok audio!!

James hasn’t spent a moment with you since you got here. Usually you’d be fine with it, he’s busy at his fancy galas but you really miss him and he’s wearing a pretty black suit that fits him perfectly and you want to squeeze his arms a little.

“You doing okay, doll face? Looks like you’re burning arrows into Coach Fennel’s head.” Sirius leans on the bar with his hand cupped around a glass.

“I wish I was. Maybe then I’d get a moment with James.” Sirius smirks, you and James are as equally obsessed with each other as people could get.

“Think I can help you with that, doll.” Sirius downs the rest of his drink and is off towards the coach before you can say a word.

You have enough time to order a cherry soda before you smell the expensive raspberry and leather scent of his cologne before James holds onto your hips.

“Heard you were missing me, angel.” There’s all sorts of amusement in his tone and you fight the pout because he looks too handsome.

“I was, haven’t seen you at all since we left home.” You sound a little petulant but James doesn’t mind.

James drinks you in as you take a sip of your drink. You’re in a lovely deep mauve dress, the silk of it molding to your curves and falling over them like it was made to. God you look like something right out of his imagination, perfect and gorgeous and all his.

His hand holds the column of your neck, thumb pushing into the hinge of your jaw making you look up from his broad chest

“I’m sorry, pretty baby,” he’s laying it on very thick. “How can I make it up to you, hm?”

Your hands trail up his arms and shoulders, squeezing as you go. “Kiss me?” It’s innocent enough, and James takes the bait leaning into you.

The kiss is sweet, he can taste the cherry soda on your tongue and leans in a little more to chase you. He moves to pull away but you grab him by his tie.

“No,” James chuckles at the wicked little sparkle in your eyes.

“M’heart, you have to let go of the tie or we’ll be leaving now.” You giggle madly, kissing him again, hand still clutching on his tie.

He suffers another hour before he lets you whisk him away, hand in his tie again and everything.

[brainwormsoop]

rugby au where james is a pro rugby player and reg is a ballet dancer asked to come and help the players with their lifts

sirius is on the team too and remus is…? i have not yet decided

[egg2k16]

Watched the trailer for the new movie based on the Miracle of the Andes, the Society of the Snow, n I'm just gonna come out n say it first: I'm really stoked to see the fics that're gonna come out of it

I'm Latino, so I'm allowed to be awful about it 😂

[amypihcs]

Hello people! So, i saw this post and thought two things.

i should watch more rugby, this is so delightfully gay

Holmes and Watson would do it!

And so here we are, born to be kings, we are the princes of the universe! Wrote this slightly crack-ish fic between 11 and midnight and it strangely makes sense. I thank @rainbow-person for having betaed it for me and probably there will be a sequel... prequel? I'll see if i will manage to write it! Constructive criticism is as always very welcome!

Some tags from the fandom? @louieclamlent, @i-dont-talk-for-days-on-end, @tyrannosaurusnacks, @skyriderwednesday, @fruitviking, @cackled0g and @blistering-typhoons. Tell me if being tagged this way annoys you and i hope you like the fic!

[rakshaspeaks]

Me rn: