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[muscleonly4u]

Sergio Haz 🇪🇺🇪🇸

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[badjokesbyjeff]

An Australian Army Recruit sends home a letter...

Dear Ma & Pa,

I am well. Hope youse are too. Tell me big brothers Doug and Phil that the Army is better than workin’ on the farm - tell them to get in quick smart before the jobs are all gone! I wuz a bit slow in settling down at first, because ya don’t hafta get outta bed until 6 am. But I like sleeping in now, cuz all ya gotta do before brekky is make ya bed and shine ya boots and clean ya uniform. No cows to milk, no calves to feed, no feed to stack - nothin’!! Ya haz gotta shower though, but its not so bad, coz there’s lotsa hot water and even a light to see what ya doing!

At brekky ya get cereal, fruit and eggs but there’s no kangaroo steaks or possum stew like wot Mum makes. You don’t get fed again until noon and by that time all the city boys are dead because we’ve been on a ’route march’ - geez its only just like walking to the windmill in the back paddock!!

This one will kill me brothers Doug and Phil with laughter. I keep getting medals for shootin’ - dunno why. The bullseye is as big as a possum’s bum and it don’t move and it’s not firing back at ya like the Johnsons did when our big scrubber bull got into their prize cows before the Ekka last year! All ya gotta do is make yourself comfortable and hit the target! You don’t even load your own cartridges, they comes in lil' boxes, and ya don’t have to steady yourself against the rollbar of the roo shooting truck when you reload!

Sometimes ya gotta wrestle with the city boys and I gotta be real careful coz they break easy - it’s not like fighting with Doug and Phil and Jack and Boori and Steve and Muzza all at once like we do at home after the muster.

Turns out I’m not a bad boxer either and it looks like I’m the best the platoon’s got, and I’ve only been beaten by this one bloke from the Engineers - he’s 6 foot 5 and 15 stone and three pick handles across the shoulders and as ya know I’m only 5 foot 7 and eight stone wringin’ wet, but I fought him till the other blokes carried me off to the boozer.

I can’t complain about the Army - tell the boys to get in quick before word gets around how good it is.

Your loving daughter,

Patricia

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[harrysmimi]

Disrespect

Synopsis: Harry walks in to see YN being mistreated by his fans at her work

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"Harry!"

It was eight the morning when Harry heard YN calling him from the shower whilst he was preparing for breakfast.

"You alright?" He rushed back to their bedroom to watch her head popped out of the bathroom door, he could really see she was butt naked in the mirror behind her through the cracked door. "What?"

"I forgot my towel." She said, obviously sheepish smile on her face.

"You could have come out you know." He suggested already going to fetch the towel for her. "I can see your bum in the mirror there."

She rolled her eyes, "like you haven't seen it already." And it's cold to walk out of shower butt nakey without a towel.

"I have, I have," he agreed.

"Can I wear one of your hoodie?" She asked, taking the towel from him. He got a thank you kiss on the cheek instead of her saying it out loud.

"When do you not?" He shrugged, "you've stole all my clothes. Just got me boxers to my name."

YN just giggles, "they're comfy!"

"And you know you don't have to ask me, darling." He assured her, watching her walk out with the towel wrapped around her body. "Are you still sore?" Enquiring about the changing weather which triggers her arthritis, he wrapped his arms around her from behind. Also, they went a little too rough last night. Bask in the fresh smell of her body wash.

"A hot shower helped, can definitely walk now." She shared. He caught her towel which unraveled to her chest.

"I really do go at it like a rabit." He realised. "But can you blame me though!"

"No one's blaming you." She resumed picking out her clothes and a hoodie from his side of the closet with a six feet tall, man baby clinging onto her.

"I think you should take the day off." He suggested. "I crave attention today!"

"I already took up all paid leaves, I can't." She cooed, "it's Friday. I'll be home for the weekend, I promise."

"You're not going over to Brielle's, this weekend?" His earn perked up like a cat at the news.

She has been going over to her friend's because she was really struggling in the last trimester of her pregnancy, with her Fiancé working extra hours at office so he can take the leave, her mum being busy with work the girl pregnant with twins was left alone for the most of the time. YN was a good friend, it really warmed his heart to see how she cared for people close to her. He didn't mind when she went over to her friend's house for the day on weekend.

"Yeah, she said her Fiancé's paternity leave begins from today." She shared.

"Well, good, I get to have my girl to myself." He sighed dropping his head into the crook of her neck, his soft lips brushing against her soft skin. "When do you get off work today?"

"At five." She reached for her pants hung on the hangers. "Haz, you're tickling me!" She squealed feeling his finger tips dig in her side making him chuckle. He press his lips onto her bare shoulder, coming to halt with his teasing.

"Alright then, I'm dropping you off on my way to gym and I'll be coming over to pick you up as well." He announced his plan, tucking the loose end of the towel back in so it wouldn't fall off when he pulled away.

"Mhmm." She nodded.

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YN's day was going super well today. Especially because they were not short staffed today. And she gets to see her man at the end of the day who had just dropped her off at work this morning.

Today they had very generous customers coming in who did not hesitate to give tips. It wasn't a common thing for folks in UK to tip, and not to take it wrong they get paid fair wages. YN's boss ensures that they get their holiday bonuses every time. But there are employees who had many good uses of those extra tips.

"YN, would you mind?" Emily gestured a request for her to go over to the til whilst she get the order ready. YN stood behind the vacant register, next to her other co-worker Kathleen, who was already taking in a order.

"Hello good evening, what can I get for you today?" She smiled greeting the two girls who'd just walked in. She could already sense the vibes as if she's a psychic. Especially with a LOT tote bags and Pleasing hoodie. Both of the girls had their heads buried into their phones, air pods in.

"I'll take an iced mocha latte," the girl in the yellow hoodie said. YN decided to ignore the fact her head was still down.

"Can I'll take a black coffee." The other one said who had the decency to at least look at her.

"I'll also take a chocolate croissant." Now the girl in the yellow hoodie looked up at YN, who was punching in the order in the register as if she was on autopilot.

"What size to you want it to be?" YN asked more about their vague order.

"The croissant?" The yellow hoodie scoffed.

"Coffee?" YN said, but it came in as more of a question. How stupid a person have to be to ask thay question... But who is she to judge?

"Make the black coffee a medium please, with no sweetner."

"Make mine a medium too then I guess!" You g lady said, rather rudely when YN looked at her for her order.

"Okay," she nodded, "do you want it with regular milk or substituted milk?"

"Duh, regular milk."

Kathleen looked at YN as she patiently deal with these teenagers. She proceeded to ask their names to put on the cups. Trice and Juniper it was.

Not to take this in a wrong way, her co-workers felt bad for her. Because from this past week she's got her boyfriend's fans coming in just to mistreat her and bully her. Yes, all of the people who work with YN are Harry's huge fans but they respect him enough to be involved in his personal business with their co-worker. Everyone loved YN at the cafe, especially the frequent customers. She was literally ray of sunshine at work, nothing but kind and sweet to others.

What reason has she got to be rude to other people for no reason anyway? She goes to work because she likes it and it put food on her plate a roof over her head.

And then there are these people who are worse than who they call Karens and Kevins among the employees, the rude and entitled ones who are inevitable to avoid. These girls clearly seem to know who she is, especially since YN's been to a premier with Harry. Even though she wasn't on red carpet with him, his fans still managed to get her pictures next to Glenn and Jeffery. Everyone knew what Harry's secret girlfriend looked like all of a sudden.

YN proceeded to tell them their total and girl in the yellow hoodie decided to pay, with cash.

The door bell chimed catching YN's attention, it was Harry she saw. He'd came over to pick her. He shot her petite wave as he went on to stand to a side whilst she gets done with her work. He greeted Emily who was making a latte at YN's usually spot of work, talking about the kittens. He wouldn't lie, he's been excited about it.

YN's had enough them the girl threw two bills on the counter, instead of handing it to her when she had her hand out. Causing the money to fall in two different directions. She picked it up quiet and reached for coins in the til.

"Would you like the bill?" YN asked but that just earned a scoff to her.

Kathleen shot her a no look because she, well, apparently everyone knows that she's pissed now. She tossed the coins on the counter the same way the girl did, causing the metal to bounce, and some rolled off the counter on the floor. Both the girls gasp. Harry saw all of that, clearly, he glanced at a shocked Emily who missed it whilst she was doing her work.

"Your order will be ready in five, Trice." YN said with am overly fake smile she even bothered to put on.

"You are so fucking rude!" Trice said, "fat, ugly bitch, what did you do that for?"

"Oi, watch it!" Kathleen butted it, clearly offended for her co-worker.

"Clearly, everything said about you on the internet is true. You don't deserve to be with Harry, you ungrateful who—"

"What is going on here?" Jennifer, YN's manager came over seeing the commotion before Harry was about to stand up for his girl. That was the most atrocious thing he'd seen. "Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you kindly to step out of our shop." She continued, politely moving YN to a side, she fetched for the amount the girl had paid ever so kindly to refund.

"This is ridiculous. She was being mean to me, throwing the money like I'm a fucking begger by a mere server!" Trice exclaimed. "Are you the manager?" All the whilst her friend stood there with her jaw hung to the floor. Maybe she was surprised by her friend's behaviour, or she was thinking YN's in wrong here.

"Yes, I am and I'm not going to let you treat my employees this way. We are refusing to serve you today, and in the future." Jennifer said, firmly. "Please." She gestured the girls to the door.

Harry couldn't take it, especially when the other one saw him standing right there to be a witness to the scene. On the internet, it could be pretty much easy to avoid by simply not indulging into it, and his girl is has mastered doing that so far. But this is insane, coming in at her work place. He had let the incident on her flight to New York, he wasn't there and YN chose to not tell him the details. But this. This all all happened right in front of him. That person was about to call his girlfriend disrespectful names, that broke his peak of patience there.

The other one nudged her friend's side to make his presence known to him there. The girl, who's name is Trice he reckoned looked at him as if she just saw a ghost there.

"This is her place of work. Whatever you think her job is, doesn't give you the right the treat my girlfriend that way." He spoke to the girls, calmly, because he doesn't want to add to the commotion happening, "I want you to know that, I found it very rude of you. Hope you work on being on a better person!"

YN looked at him, surprised. Honestly she didn't know why she was surprised. She was shook, as that girl was about to call her the w-word. She had never heard anyone call her that, even through she's gotten into many arguments with rude customers like the girl. Not even on the internet people go this far to bully her for simply being her boyfriend's girlfriend.

YN didn't know how to take it and process it!

Harry was so grateful for YN's manager to stepping in. Or he would have lost it actually hearing someone calling his girlfriend so disrespectful. He just watched as those girl mumbled their apologies to him before leaving. He proceeded to pick up the change which had fallen on the floor and handed it back to Kathleen.

"You alright?" Jennifer asked YN, who was still trying to take in what just happened.

"Yeah, I, I am really sorry about that." YN mumbled.

"Don't be," Kathleen butted in who saw everything first hand happening to her, "that girl was a literal shit of a person. What you did was very fucking badass!"

"Mhmm!" Emily sounded.

There were not many people in the cafe that time but everyone who was watching had seemed to get back to their work. Harry approached closer to the til. "Do you want to go home now?"

"Yes, yeah, I'll be out." YN agreed, before heading to the back. "Gimme five minutes."

"Mhmm." He nodded.

On the way he stayed silent, it was awkward for the first time in between them. Especially that's what YN felt.

"I'm sorry about that." He spoke, once they're back in comfort of their home.

"Why so? It wasn't your fault Harry." She cooed. "Come here, sit down." Walking over to the living room she made him sit down on the sofa whilst she took a seat on the coffee table in front of him. "It's okay, I promise."

"It's not," he looked more hurt than her, "they bully you just because you choose to stick by my side. That's fuck up, baby and not okay!"

"I know, but we can't control everyone, can we?" She shrugged, "you say it to me that the best we can do it just ignore the hate. And honestly I now look at her like one of those bad customers, that's all."

"That's the thing, you shouldn't!" He stressed, "I'm going to put out an statement, this is ridiculous. She was clearly about to call you something so disrespectful, I don't even wanna say it! It's disgusting!"

"Don't do that, please, it's only going to add to the drama." She insisted, "it's gonna attract more hate and criticism, and I don't want that that for you, for us."

Well, she isn't entirely in wrong here. People wouldn't mind talking shit about him either, why was he at his girlfriend's work place? Where is the professionalism? Why would he say that to people who literally keep him employed? What was he thinking when he said that? Why did he said it like that? He cares too much, or he cares too little. The criticism was going to come in from left, right, front and back.

"Okay." He nodded.

"Yeah, we'll just deal with it when we absolutely have to. We don't owe anyone any explaination. I see rude customers every single day." She nudged her nose closer to his with her forehead on his.

"I just hated that do much!" with a sigh his voice sounded so watery. God he loves her so much, he would fight the world for her with his bare hands in that moment.

All the other times, it didn't hit him this hard. With her it was different for him. Of course it was, it is YN he's talking about here!

"I know, Haz. But it's okay." She pulled him in a tight embrace his head rested on her chest, "I promise!"

"It shouldn't be okay!" He sighed, pulling away. "It shouldn't be. Don't tell me to keep low when they cause a big stir on the internet and it reaches media, I'm not going to sit here and let everyone talk more shit about you!"

"Okay, only if they make drama." She agreed.

"Okay." He nodded.

"We just came back, but do you want to go get some ice-cream?" She suggested.

"Hmm," he sighed remembering about this thing he had planned on, "I had plan to go to Italy."

"What is it with you and your impromptu vacations?" She chuckled. "Why Italy all of a sudden?"

"I don't know." He shrugged, "I'm bored now that I don't have anything to do. Thought I could take you to a museum there, on a date."

"Oh how rich are you!" She sighed dramatically, with dreamy eyes making him giggle.

"You still want to go? We have about two three hours." He suggested.

"You already booked a flight?" She was surprised.

"Yeah, come on, will help you pack." He grabbed her hand and walked her to their bedroom.

"Harry, it's gonna take time and you traffic this time is the worse." She stressed.

"We'll wait for another one if we miss it, now come on, we need to pack enough for the weekend." Harry went on to bring out a duffle bag.

"Can we postpone it to the next weekend? I am anxious we're going to miss the flight." She was froze to her spot watching him move back and forth from the closet picking out his own clothes too. She'd feel to bad if they miss the flight as it is going to be waste of money.

"I don't think so, it's okay," he assured her. "We don't have to waste no more time."

"I'm telling you we're going to miss the flight!"

"We're not!" He laughed. "We'll take this too." He picked out a random pretty dress from her side and folded it nicely before stuffing it into the bag.

"You're so annoying! Could have told me beforehand about this." She scolded him, now frantically picking out her stuff, "if we miss the flight it's gonna go to waste!"

"Baby, baby, baby I need you to calm down please!" giggling, he rushed towards his girlfriend  who was carrying her stuff in her arms, a towel, her toiletries, her hoodies and under garments. "It's okay. I was going to tell you this the in the car but shit happened so I couldn't. It's okay if we miss the flight, we'll wait another hour for the next one. We're not going to postpone this trip, okay? Now chop-chop!"

"Where are we gonna stay? Hotels are very fucking expensive."

"I've got a house there we'll be staying at."

He's got a surprise for her there waiting there. With a pat pn her bum her urged her to hurry as he called for a cab to the airport. And they really missed the flight, YN was pissed to say the least. But Harry distracted her reading about the museum he was actually going to take her to whilst they waited there for the next flight.

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[bitbybitwrites]

A number of lovely folks have tagged me in both Six/Seven/Some Sentence Sunday and WIP Wednesday ( and even the last line tag game) these past couple of weeks and I haven't been ignoring you. I actually have been meaning to post something. I've just been busy with Real Life.

So thank you so much for thinking of me: @sunnysideprince, @iboatedhere @onthewaytosomewhere @wordsofhoneydew @getmehighonmagic @daisyishedwig @forabeatofadrum @itsmaybitheway @nocoastposts @fallevs @taste-thewaste and I apologize if I've forgotten anyone😳

So here's some words for you ( definitely not 6 sentences) from 2 WIP (one Klaine and one RWRB)

From how ardently I admire and love you (RWRB online auction fic)

“Alexander, darling, to what do I owe this pleasure?” Pez leaned back in his chair, grinning.  His hair was electric blue today, as were his nails. His suit was bright, bold and couture, but only something that Pez could pull off. “Help me, Obi-Wan Okonjo, you're my only hope.” “With what now?  You do know Hazza is at a luncheon with more prospective donors for the shelter.  He should be back in an hour or so.” Alex huffed as he  plopped himself down in the chair in front of Pez’ desk.  “It’s why I came now.  I didn’t want him to be around to overhear.  I need help with his birthday present.  I can’t figure out what to get him.” Pez’ laughter rang out rich and warm.  “Alex, my dear Padawan, why are you stressing out about this?  You do know that you could just tie a bow around your . .” Pez coughed lightly, his eyes drifting downward as he smirked suggestively. Alex groaned.  “I know.  I know.  I was thinking something else would be better. . . I don't know . . something more spectacular.” “You are seriously underestimating how spectacular Haz finds your dick, my sweet strumpet.”

from I Know You Wanna Take Me Home (Klaine Valentines Challenge 2024/Pretty Woman!AU)

“Kurt!” a familiar voice said happily.  “You made it!” Kurt sighed as he looked over to his ex, and now best friend, Adam Crawford, who was clutching a whisky glass in hand, his eyes scanning the various young men that were cruising the room for attention Some of the young men were scantily clad in tight boxer briefs and barely buttoned Oxford shirts.  Some were in actual full private school type uniforms, wearing a navy blazer piped with red, each with a distinctive “D” monogram on the chest. They sauntered about the room: ties undone, hair rakishly disheveled. All of them gorgeous. Adam was obviously searching for someone in particular and  barely seemed to hear Kurt who snarked: “Were you missing home, Adam?  Does this posh-boys-private-school atmosphere do something for you?” “Ahh, Kurt, tease all you want, “ Adam said as he slung his free arm around Kurt's shoulders grinning widely.  “You've never enjoyed the delights of British boarding schools.  These Dalton boys would fit right in with the chaps from Eton any day.”

Kurt raised an eyebrow.  That was what he heard.  The young men from Dalton House weren’t just lookers.  They were well versed in everything from English Literature to economics. They could hold their own in academic debates while also using those dexterous mouths and tongues to suck your brains out of your cock.  Brains and beauty - and all of them looking for older (preferably more financially well off) “patrons”. Or so the rumors went.

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[violetsandfluff]

Laundry Day

yessss here you go, babesssss xx i actually really love this tysm for the concept!

cw: fluff. fluff. fluff. only loosely proofread.

wc: 1014

“Y/N, can you go get the other laundry basket?” Harry inquired, his voice echoing through the bleak, hollow laundry room.

“The big one or the little one?” she called back as she padded into their carpeted bedroom. Whenever Harry returned from tour, there were always loads upon loads of laundry that needed doing. On top of that, she had chosen that specific day to wash sheets, towels, and her own clothes.

“There are still more?” Harry asked disdainfully, sinking back against the wall with his legs straight out in front of him. “We’ve been doing laundry all day.”

“I know,” Y/N sighed as she appeared in the doorway, an overflowing laundry basket balanced on her hip. “But think how nice the clean sheets will feel.”

“My back hurts,” Harry complained, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “I’m all sore, Y/N.”

“We’re almost done,” she assured him. “Only two or three more loads.”

Harry let his head fall backward, hitting the wall with an unintentionally jarring thud. He winced in pain, but Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle at his alleged misery. There was no doubt in her mind that he was playing it up slightly to get out of housework.

“Up you go, Haz,” she encouraged him playfully as she knelt in front of the washing machine and began transferring its contents to the dryer. “The laundry isn’t going to flip itself.”

“I think I got a concussion,” he murmured faintly, placing his hand on his forehead for dramatic effect.

“Surely you don’t intend for me to tackle this chore alone?”

No response arose from the injured man on her floor.

Whether it was on purpose or not, Harry wasn’t sure. All he knew was that a pair of cold, soggy socks was flung at his head followed by an equally wet pair of boxers. Wordlessly, he peeled them off and tossed them into the dryer, quickly reassuming his injured persona.

Y/N turned around to inspect the accessories she had bestowed upon Harry, her eyebrows raising in surprise when she spotted them already in the dryer.

“Cheeky little bastard,” Harry tutted with a begrudging shake of his head.

Y/N laughed before turning to the washer once more, her pleasant mood quickly dissipating as she struggled to free one of Harry’s heaviest sweatshirts from the agitator despite bracing her feet against the side of the machine and clenching her jaw. She gave the garment one final tug before stepping back and throwing up her hands in surrender.

“Let me help, darling.” Harry rose to his feet, leaning into the machine with his longer body as his fingers worked to the root of the problem. The sweatshirt was loosened and released in no time, but the same couldn’t be said about him.

“Are you getting it, Haz?” Y/N inquired as she watched his body twist to liberate itself from the machine.

“I got it,” he managed, grunting as he strained to break free from whatever had caught on the collar of his t-shirt.

Just as she was about to ask another question, an aggravated fragment arose from the machine.

“I’m stuck.”

Y/N clamped a hand to her mouth to keep from giggling, but her efforts were in vain. Laughter spilled out of her like a waterfall.

Harry’s face reddened with a mix of embarrassment and strain. “Go ahead and laugh, love,” he deadpanned monotonously. “I’d laugh if I were watching you get eaten by sharks.”

“I can see the headlines already,” she cried, drawing in a shaky breath before erupting into another fit of laughter. “Harry Styles left concussed and swallowed by a washing machine in his LA home. How pathetic would that be?”

“All in the name of love.” He shook his head, his voice cracking with desperation. “My death will be remembered as slow, painful, and tragic, and really obscure.”

“Harry Styles: A Life. From headlining world tours to a fateful encounter with a washing machine. All you need to know about One Direction’s late heartthrob.”

Even Harry had to chuckle at that, momentarily forgetting his predicament.

“I don’t even want to think about the tabloids.”

“I do. Knowing them, they’d depict me as a hero.”

“You think so?”

“Sure. Make up a story of me being kidnapped by the Hobama conspiracists or something,” he shrugged, his shoulder bumping painfully against the side of the washing machine. “Care to help me escape?”

“What’s stuck? Your sleeve, your arm, your dick?”

“My collar.”

“What is it stuck on?”

“If I knew, I wouldn’t be stuck,” he reasoned.

Y/N slipped her hand into the back of his shirt, maneuvering it around the collar until she found the snag.

“Jesus, your fingers are cold!” he whined, his entire body tensing.

His collar was caught on a deep scratch in the agitator, presumably put there by coins and pens that had been carelessly forgotten about. Once she got a good angle, it didn’t take long for her to free Harry from his short-lived captivity.

He rose to his feet slowly, grimacing as he leaned from side to side to stretch. “All the blood is draining from my brain,” he said dizzily, leaning against the wall for support as his head cleared itself.

“Not even a thank you?” Y/N pouted, feigning hurt.

“Thank you,” Harry said politely.

“You forgot something.” She reached pointedly back into the infamous machine to withdraw Harry’s damp sweatshirt, whirling around and smacking it lightly against his chest.

“Ow,” he whined. “Soon my cause of death will be murder, not a washing machine!”

“Oh, Harry.” She lowered the towel. “This is ridiculous. We can fool around after we finish the laundry.”

Harry leaned forward slowly, giving her a hard peck on the cheek and swiping the sweatshirt from her hand. He swung it at her playfully a few times, letting out a triumphant whoop.

“Harry Styles dubs Y/N Y/LN his personal hero, claiming that she delivered him from sure death.”

“Easy there, Haz. Do you mind reloading the washer for me?” Y/N beckoned to the overflowing laundry basket that remained untouched in the doorway.

“Promise me this,” Harry pleaded as he ran a hand through his hair, disheveled from a day’s hard work. “If something else gets stuck, we’ll call the fire department.”

“Or the paparazzi.”

“Deal.”

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[tomholland1996simp]

Lingerie || Tom Holland

Hi love you writing it’s my first request so I hope I don’t bother you but can you do a fic where reader is living with Tom Harry haz and tuwaine and she just bought new lengergie and put them in for washing and then leaves so when the boys go to do the laundry the see the stuff and kinda freak out like what is that and when she comes back she finds them trying to figure out how to use it or smt like that thanks xx

said by plumsforbuckyy

Living with four boys could be so fun but also the worst thing ever. You see it’s really about living with these boys. That being..Tom, Harrison, Tuwaine and Harry. Don’t get me wrong you love them very much, with all your heart. However sometimes they could be so annoying and you just need some women company.

When you first moved in with the boys you were excited and happy to live with your best friends. Little did you know it could be quite tough being the only girl. For example, when your on your period you didn’t want them knowing as there a group of boys. Sometimes they would notice and find out but it was just a bit embarrassing for you. They didn’t mind of course though, as it is mother nature doing it’s thing.

Today, however, was the day you just threw your clothes into the washing basket without thinking what was actually going in it. From the pervious night you had worn a nice sexy black lingerie set, and let’s just say it’s a very kinky type one. You have before put some lingerie in the washing basket, it being normal plain like a thong not much. This time though was different.

You had gone out to do a bit of shopping for the apartment, whilst the boys did the house work that was needed to be done. They had to do the laundry, clean the floors, wash up and get some previous clothes from the dryer. Of course that would be easy as there’s four of them. Someone was meant to go shopping with you, however, you needed to make a stop on the way to your friends so you told them to all stay at home.

Tom and Harrison were on the task where they had to clean the dirty washing bag. Tom passing Haz the right colour clothes and him placing it in the washing machine. You wanna know why they didn’t do it themselves, don’t ask, they always think it’s easier they tell you. Harry was in charge of getting the dried up clothes out the dryer, whilst Tuwaine washes up the dishes.

As Harry was pulling out the now dried clothes that’s when he came across the lace black lingerie. “What the fuck, woahhhh” He said kinda shocked his best friend had something like this. His words bringing the attention of all the other boys as they stopped what they were doing.

“What, what is-omg” Harrison walked over to Harry seeing what was in his hands.

Tom was curious to see what they were all looking at and when he saw it he snatched it from his brother hands. “Woah, who knew y/n would have something kinky like this” He brought the fabric up seeing what it looked like.

“It’s just because you like her” Harrison smirked making Tom give him a death glare. The boys were freaked out but also curious with things in there head.

“How do you think she gets it on? Is it even comfortable” Harry questioned curiously.

Then an idea popped into Harrison’s mind, “Okay we’re gonna do 1–10 and whoever gets the same number has to try put it on.” The other boys agreeing with him. They went around in turns saying numbers until it was Harrison and Tom.

“1,2,3…”

“2!” They both shout making Toms eyes widen as he has to try on his best friends lingerie, well his crushes. Harry threw him the lingerie, it hitting his face as he grabbed it.

He was in his grey joggers with no shirt, so he took the joggers off leaving him in his boxers. He inspected the lingerie one more time before Harry made a comment. “Woah, I wonder what her cup size is because that’s big” He commented on the laces bra part.

Tom then places his legs through the bottom holes of the lingerie, it being a bit tight on him due to your smaller leg size. Once he pulled it up he felt the laced bra part, most likely imagining what other horny boys would.

“What do I do now?” He questioned confused on how to put the rest on but also being carful so he didn’t break it or stretch it out.

The boys couldn’t answer his question as the sound of a gasp filled the room. There stood there best friend holding shopping bags. You had came in to the sound of the boys laughing and talking about gods know what.

When you walked into the kitchen you saw them, Tom having his legs in your new clean lingerie that you just brought recently. The rest of the boys looking at him, talking about the sexy set.

You totally forgot that this set was in for being dried up. You recently brought two sets, this was the black one and only today did you put your new white one in the dirty bag too.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You ask trying not to laugh at the boys reaction to seeing you standing there.

Tom instantly got red and started to take off your lingerie that was on his legs, he struggled at first but managed to get it off. “I-I erm…uhhh it wasn’t my idea!” Tom panicked blaming the other boys.

“I came back to see you in my lingerie Thomas. What goes through your heads I have no clue” You place the bags on the floor going over to take your lingerie off Tom.

“Y/n I ain’t gonna lie but I didn’t even know you owned anything like this” Harry admitted. To the corner of my eye I see Harrison looking in the dirty washing bag with wide eyes. Shit.

“Guys there’s more” He hit Toms arms pulling out the white lingerie. “Hey- Oiii give it. Don’t touch my things” You take it off Harrison throwing it back into the dirty washing bag.

“Woah, that’s a bit sexy. Very kinky, never took you for a girl who would own these” Tom said.

“You guys are weird don’t touch my things, especially my lingerie if you wanted to see me in it you could’ve just said. I would show you it on” You joked to them, however, Tom being the awkward and dorky fool he is, thinks you was for real.

“wait, really” He smiled in excitement.

“No, Tommy i’m kidding. You already put your legs through it” You chuckle, taking your clean lingerie into your room.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland fic #fluff #imagine #like #tom #hollandaccount #oneshot #harrison osterfield #harry holland #lingerie #funny #tomhollandfans

[simizzy-writes]

an excerpt; you are beautiful

Pairing: Eustass Kid x Fem!Reader x Killer

Warnings: smut. language. threesome (kind of...?). voyeurism. killer watching you get fucked, lol. modern au. follows SBS canon where Oda said that Kid and Killer would be from Scotland irl.

A/N: this is an excerpt from Ch. 24 of my multi-chapter fic 'The Girl & Her Devils' on AO3. the pairing is Eustass Kid x fem!Reader x Killer. modern AU setting.

"Mm, good girl, staying in bed like I told you to. You even got naked for me."

Kid stripped himself of his shirt and pants, erect cock straining against his boxer briefs. 

You bit you're lip, hands covering your breasts and thighs pressed together. Either you were trying to hide yourself him, or you were posing on purpose. He didn't know and he didn't care. You looked perfect, and Kid wanted to "ruin it" in his own special way.

He approached the end of the bed, hand grabbing your ankle and yanking down to the very edge. You squealed but couldn't help but smile up at him. Kid was definitely eager to pick up where he left off. He gripped your thigh and pushed your leg back, and you helped him by holding your opposite leg back, too. You were spread open for him, and he drank in the sight of you. The acrid scent of sex and sweat was already in the air, and he breathed it in deeply. 

It was then that you noticed Killer in the doorway. He was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and observing. You never knew how deeply you could be excited by someone watching this kind of thing, but you felt like it had something more to do with it being Killer versus just anyone watching. 

He smirked at you and asked how you were, as if he couldn't tell. "Enjoying yourself, [Name]?"

You nodded, a moan erupting from you chest as Kid shoved his fingers back into you. It caught you by surprise, your pussy squeezing around his digits tightly. He set a even yet rough pace of finger fucking you, enjoying the fact that there was enough light in the room now to see every detail of your body. 

Killer approached you, and the mattress sunk lower as he sat down by your head. His fingers slipped beneath your neck, and he told you to lift up. You complied, and he moved forward a bit and laid your head back down in his lap. He looked down at you, eyes heavy with lust and arousal. His thumb ghosted over your lips, and you parted them on instinct. You moaned a little sharper now, back arching up from the bed as Kid curled his fingers into that sweet spot in your pussy. Killer smiled.

"I think you found the right spot," Killer mused. 

Kid grinned, canines catching the early morning light. He relentlessly fucked into that spot, watching as you squirmed and moaned desperately.

Killer smoothed the hair out of your face, his other hand caressing down from you neck to your breast. He thumbed and pinched your nipple, admiring the way it hardening at his touch. "Are you ready for more?"

He was speaking to you, but you couldn't bring yourself to answer. Your senses were overloaded and your mind was going blank. The way Kid was working your pussy - his thumb now toying with your clit - and the combination of Killer simply watching you get fucked and caressing you was setting your body on fire. Pleasure, excitement, vulnerability and a wicked sense of confidence was burning within you. It all mixed together and you couldn't help but feel high from it all.

Kid withdrew is fingers, and you whined pathetically at the absence of his touch. He stripped himself of his underwear and you marveled at the sight of his cock. The base was impossibly thick and it tapered off up his long shaft until it gave way to the swollen and defined head. A dark vein pulsed along the underside of his cock, and your mouth watered with the curiosity to taste it. 

He moaned as he fucked himself into his palm for a moment, before lining himself up your sweet, wet hole. He looked at you, a smirk pulling at his lips. "Ready for this, princess?"

Killer's eyes were fixed on the scene before him. His vision was hazy, brimming with unfocused lust an desire. He watched with perverse satisfaction as Kid pushed his cock into you. The way your pussy opened up for him was exquisite, and the way you purred as it filled you was nothing short of divine. Killer praised you, practically worshipping you for how well you took Kid's cock. 

Kid was losing his mind, a sharp shiver shaking his body. "Fuck," he groaned. "So fucking tight. " Your silky walls fluttered around him, coaxing him further in. He wouldn't be able to hold back. Not when you felt this goddamn perfect.

His hips rocked forward, the tip of his cock rubbing against your cervix before he pulled back. When he was almost completely out of your pussy, he snapped his hips forward again. He groaned and repeated this slow pace a little longer. You moaned beneath him, body flushed with heat, and Kid marveled at the way your breasts bounced with each thrust. Killer was caught between watching the way Kid's cock fucked you and the look of bliss on your face. 

" Breagha," he said. [1] He hand continued to caress you, squeezing you breasts every now and again. He didn't voice it, but he was eager for Kid to pick up the pace. He wanted to see you get fucked out of your mind.

Kid complied to the unspoken wish, and he began fucking you at a rapid and deep pace. His fingertips pressed deeply into your skin, the lpain of it making you gasp. He drilled his cock into you, the wet squelch of it obscene and erotic. Your lower lips wrapped around him so fucking good, and he loved the way you looked right now in general. It was perfection, and his cock ached for more. 

"Tha thu bòidheach," Kid moaned. [2] His eyes were smoldering, and he pressed your leg back even further. The force of it started to curl your hips back towards your chest, and you almost hated how erotic it was so practically see yourself getting fucked in the position. You could see his cock fucking you wide open, shaft glistening with your slick as he pulled out. The sight of it made your clit ache, and you reached down to rub it. You rubbed quick circles around it, moaning and mewling in absolute pleasure. 

Killer was in his own state of bliss as well. It was all so perfect. He loved the rough way Kid was fucking you, he loved the way you were taking it like such a pretty girl. He almost regretted not properly joining, but he didn't have time to really ponder that feeling. Your body was tensing underneath him, your eyes squeezed shut as you desperately brought yourself closer to cumming. Kid must have noticed how close you were because he picked up his pace, the slick sound of your bodies pounding together becoming louder and more aggressive.

"Cum for us baby girl," Killer encouraged. "You can do it. Yeah, that's it."

Your cheeks flushed at his praise, and the lewdness of it was enough to finally tip you over the edge. You cried out as you climaxed, your pussy squeezing and clenching around Kid's cock. You rode out the high of your orgasm, body going lax in post-orgasmic bliss. At this point, Kid was using you like a ragdoll.

Killer smoothed out your hair and praised you some more, and Kid reached a new depth of pleasure at how your walls became so soft and wet around him. You were still so impossibly tight, but fucking a pussy that just had an orgasm was indescribable. You were tender now, almost gummy. And so fucking wet.

Kid groaned and his pace became erratic. He was going to cum -

The positively animalistic and primal growl that erupted from Kid was god-like. You watched through your lashes as his chest heaved with each labored breath, hot ropes of cum filling you up and overflowing. He let out one final moan, yet another shiver rippling through him at the last pulse of his cock, and he pulled his softening cock out of you. He collapsed next to you, body drenched in sweat. Heat radiated off of him, and you but your lip to hide a smile and how content he looked. 

You looked up at Killer, and your heart swelled at how he almost looked proud of you. That was the only way that you could describe it, really. He smiled at you and cupped your cheek. 

"How was that?" He asked.

"Amazing."

[1] Breagha means "pretty"

[2] Tha thu bòidheach means "you are beautiful"

#one piece imagine #one piece x reader #eustass kid x reader #eustass kid #killer one piece

[larrysballetslippers]

🔥Sunday Snippet🔥

I wanted to share a snippet of my @notjustsmutficfest fic and do the last line challenge that I have been tagged it a million times hehe. This is a first draft so it's very rough and I want to fix it haaha, but I also wanted to share a snippet. Harry is blindfolded, but you wouldn't know from this bit hehe.

“And you say you’re incapable of being submissive, you’re doing so good for me.” Louis kissed Harry’s exposed neck and put his hands slowly in the boxers of the heavy breathing boy. Harry let out a whine, he was doing everything in his power not to grind against Louis’ dick. Louis put one hand under Harry’s dick to put it up, while the other fondled with the tip. “Louis! Fuck!” Louis stopped moving his hands, Harry cried it out. “Shh baby, the fun hasn’t even started yet.” Harry would lose it if Louis teased him more. The sensation of Louis’ rigid hands felt so nice on his hard dick. Louis grazed over the back of his dick and it was just heavenly, Harry arched his back, he couldn’t help himself. The moans were coming out of his throat unstructured as Louis played with his tip and the rest of his dick. Two hands were the death of him and he felt so powerless. He hadn’t felt powerless in so long, he loved it too much. Harry tried to hold Louis’ shoulder to have a sense of control, but it was useless, so useless if riled him up even more. Harry couldn’t stop moving his hips and he got so desperate to come. “More, more. Ngh.” “Don’t move on… shit Haz.” Louis pulled his pelvis back but Harry sank in deep, he wanted Louis’ dick so bad. He kept stroking Harry’s dick in circular motions, driving him crazy.

Last line (same fic), tagged by @harryslonecurl @hellolovers13 @loveislarryislove @lhhomefics @kingonafiftymetreroad @thebreadvansstuff @onlythebravest @larrydoinglaundry and probably even more hehe.

“I do.” Harry’s mouth was salivating as he took a hold of Louis’ dick. He wanted it inside him as soon as possible. Whatever hole that may be. 

tagging my friends for the snippet: everyone who tagged me and @harrysmaison @thedevilinmybrain @kingsofeverything @justalarryblog @alwaysxlarrie @nooradeservedbetter @larry-hiatus @faithinwalls369 @imogenleefic @huggieshalo

#tag games #hope you like it hehehe

[mrs-hollandstan]

Like could I request boxer!haz and reader practicing boxing and punches him by accident and reader takes care of him

Lmaoooo love this

"Your best bet is probably an uppercut. Especially if you're shorter than whoever your opponent or enemy is." Harrison explains. You nod, practicing uppercutting under his chin. He smiles as you pretend to do so on him, 

"Yeah… just like that." You smile in return, 

"What else?" 

"Well, practice that. Make sure you've got it." He tells you, strapping his gloves around his wrists and holding them up, "Try it… just like I showed you babe." He tells you. You admire the cuts along his face from his last fight in Vegas, just this past weekend, the discolored bruise that's on the mend across his cheekbone. His eyes find yours and it breaks you from your trance, 

"Alright…" You murmur, preparing yourself to throw your hits. You do so, three in quick succession and Harrison nods, 

"Very good. Nice, strong hits." You nod in return. He tries to explain other punches he wants you to try. As he explains, you're practicing his steps for a straight punch. He smiles, and just as he moves forward to correct something about your form, you throw a particularly hard punch, colliding with his cheek. He instantly stumbles back, cradling the area you just collided with. His eyes are wide as they flick to you,

"Holy shit…" 

"Oh my God Harrison I'm so sorry, that was way too hard, are you okay?" 

"That was a damn good throw babe." He chides proudly. He stares down at you, your mouth gaped open,

"I just punched you in the face." 

"Yeah and it was a damn good shot." 

"Why aren't you upset?!" You holler. He stares down at you, 

"Well it hurt but… I mean… your punches aren't the worst I've taken." You click your tongue, reaching up to brush aside some stray blood you've raised to the surface, 

"It still cut you." 

"Well yeah. I took hard fucking plastic to the face." He mumbles as you take his hand in yours, leading him into the small bathroom in the gym. He sits on the closed toilet, staring up at you as you dab at him with a damp paper towel, 

"It's not too deep at least. I feel terrible." 

"Why? That was pretty hot. And hell… at least I can sleep at night knowing you can protect yourself." You roll your eyes, 

"You're the first guy to ever enjoy getting punched in the face." You tell him. He chuckles, 

"Only by you baby." Its silent for a moment as you make surethe bleeding stops before Haz is standing, collecting your face in his hands and leaning in to kiss you. You hold his arms, kissing him back. When he pulls back, you stare up at him, "I'm intoxicated by everything you do. You could knock my teeth out and I'd thank you." He explains. You giggle, 

"Cheesy." 

"Nope… just very much in love with you." He mumbles, kissing you again. You nuzzle your face in his neck after a moment, 

"How bout we just… go hone and watch a movie? I don't want to hurt you again." You tell him. He nods, 

"Sure." Taking your hand, he leads you out into the gym, collecting his bag and watching as you hang up both pairs of gloves,

"Don't worry… you'll be back in here, pretend fighting me soon." You giggle again, squeezing his hand when he laces your fingers through his again.

#my writing #harrison osterfield #harrison osterfeild x reader #harrison osterfeild fluff #harrison osterfeild imagine #harrison osterfield x you #harrison osterfield blurb #harriaon osterfield blurbs

[muscleonly4u]

Sergio Haz 🇪🇺🇪🇸

#Sergio Haz #muscle #bodybuilding #posing #so hot 🔥🔥🔥 #boxers bulge #double biceps #huge bodybuilder #hot as fuck

[bizarre-webcomic]

Empecé este comic hace 5 años (aquí está la primera parte) y no había tenido tiempo de terminarlo. Desgraciadamente, hoy tuve tiempo.

"Alfred", le dijo Batman a Alfred. No estaba mirando hacia Alfred, y aún así instintivamente podías saber que le hablaba a Alfred porque no había nadie más en la habitación. "Voy a salir." Alfred parecía algo alarmado. "Pero Amo Bruce-!" Batman se dio la vuelta, deteniendo a Alfred con su intensa mirada. "Tengo puesta la capucha. Bruce Wayne no está aquí." Alfred suspiró, y entonces continuó estando alarmado. "Pero Batman-!" "No te pongas demasiado confianzudo. Aún soy tu empleador." "Pero Amo Batman! No puede salir!" Batman apretó sus dientes. A veces se preguntaba cómo era posible que Alfred lo conozca desde hace tanto tiempo, y aún así lo entienda tan poco. La verdad es, nadie entiende. "No me digas qué hacer, Alfred. Tú no eres mi padre. Mi padre está muerto, asesinado por criminales. Por eso ahora me visto como murciélago." "No, quiero decir que no puede salir porque no tiene puestos los pantalones." Batman pegó un vistazo hacia abajo, buscando sus pantalones. No pudo encontrarlos. "Aún están en la secadora," continuó Alfred. "Si me da un minuto traigo la plancha y-" "Ya lo sabía. Voy a salir igual. Prepara el auto." "Sí, señor. El Toyota, señor?" "No, el OTRO auto..." "Señor, el Chevrolet está en el taller." "No! No! El OTRO auto!" Alfred lo miró sin entender. "El que tiene forma de murciélago!!" "Ohhhhh..." Alfred asintió. "La verdad no pienso en él como un auto. Es más como una curiosidad divertida." "Cállate y haz lo que digo", dijo Batman, ocupando su voz especial. Generalmente la reservaba para hablar con villanos y cosas así, pero Alfred estaba siendo bastante villanesco hoy día, con todos sus comentarios hirientes. 

********

"VAS A MORIR. INTENTA ENTENDER LO QUE TE ESTÁ PASANDO", le dijo la escoria criminal a la señora mientras le apuntaba una pistola. La señora se preguntó si era un buen momento para liberar una ventosidad, pero mientras lo pensaba su esfínter decidió por ella. La escoria criminal se dio cuenta pero, siendo un caballero, no dijo nada. "No en mi reloj", vino la voz desde atrás. El criminal se dio la vuelta, entusiasmado, al escuchar la palabra "reloj". Batman estaba parado directamente detrás de la escoria criminal, con su capa abierta para revelar unos boxers a rayas y unas piernas pálidas bajo estos. La escoria criminal empezó a rodar por el suelo, riendo. La señora se le hubiese unido, pero se estaba sintiendo un poco cohibida, habiéndose hecho un poco de caca hace un rato. Batman miró al criminal, confundido. "Qué le pasa?" se preguntó. "Debe ser el gas venenoso del Joker." "...está disfrazado de murciélago..." remarcó la escoria criminal, sus ojos empezando a llenarse de lágrimas por reír tanto. Los ojos de Batman empezaron a hacer lo mismo, por razones completamente distintas. (2010)

#batman comics #batman #robin

[hotforharrison]

Awesome! Can't wait for your threesomes , love! Both of them, I'm sure it will be great!

And... Just hear me out. Thoughts based on Haz in gym:

Y/N works in gym as masseuse and spa manager , so time to time she gets looks and so.e innuendos from gym trainer Haz and boxer trainer Tom. So once she got alone in her spa with haz after his heavy training and it leads to some action on the massage table. Other time she tries to tryboxing alone until Tommy catch her and showing how it should be done... In all meanings hahaha And what if one day they all have shifts till last hour, and they left alone in whole gym, so it turned up into smut competition between boys - smut olympics 🥵🥵🥵 Oh I can't even imagine how hot it would - boys after training

Am I that bad, dear, tell me! 😄🤣🥵

Thank you so much!

I love the thought of trainers Harrison and Tom showing off for her and being competitive.

And the Smut Olympics!

It reminds me of a fic that I loved a lot with Tom and Harrison competing to see which one of them could get Reader off the fastest with oral, and it ended in a threesome. The author unfortunately deleted her blog a while back, which made me super sad.

I know literally nothing about gym training, though, so I'd have to read up on that if I were to write a fic about them being trainers. It always bothers me when people just make things up instead of putting in a little research to make it easier to suspend disbelief.

I've been (much too slowly) working on a fic about Harrison with his right arm and hand out of commission because he was a dumbass and broke some bones falling off a ledge that he shouldn't have been climbing on in the first place. It's based off a fic prompt I made ages ago and this IG story I turned into a gif.

[georgiandh]

*nods slightly, crying hard on her*

niall: *perrie texts him and tells him. he leaves louis in the shop and comes to yours, letting himself in* haz? where you at bud?

*lays in bed in my boxers, my eyes glossy and tired* you shouldn’t be here.. m’sick. m’gonna get you sick

[blancoblanco05]

Blanco

-Vamos, sal de una vez, será divertido.

-¿Divertido?, para ti lo será para mí es algo ya difícil.- Dijo él.- Además no sé porque accedí a esto, cuando dije cualquier “cosa” me imaginaba algo menos raro.

-Cállate, ¿quieres? Además al fin de cuentas, te soporto  dentro y fuera de mí, con y sin ropa, no creo que esto te perjudique, además esa fue el trato, yo accedí a coger contigo en el avión de Grecia- España y dijiste y cito: “Todo lo que tú quieras mami” hasta con gemido y todo…

-Ya lo sé, dijo ella, Ya lo sé; no me tienes que repetir las cosas que hago cuando estas encima de mí cabalgándome… ¿Por lo menos me dejas hacer algún cambio?

-No, y sal de una vez vamos a llegar tarde, y sabes que lo odio, así que sal o veraz las consecuencias.

En el momento, se escuchó como se abría la puerta del closet y salía él con un vestido rojo con una minifalda, una peluca mona, un bolso Victoria’s Secrets y uno tacones negros de 15 cm, en su mirada se podía notar lo excesivamente incomodo que se sentía, pero con una mirada de punta a punta ella logro detallarlo al detalle y dijo:

-Pregunta; ¿Tienes calzones de mujer o tus boxers horribles?

-Obvio boxers

-Hmmm tenemos un problema, dijo ella con la mano en la cabeza. No puedes ser una mujer con boxers, así que entra ahí de nuevo y ponte estos. En ese momento se subió un poco el vestido y se bajó unos Lili Pink blancos y se los puso en la mano mientras trataba de contener la risa.

-No hare eso mujer, además te estabas mojando…

-Por eso mejor, ¿no?

-Ash que maricada, mejor ponte tú los que yo te di ayer, esos rosados.

-Sal de una vez que sabes que me da rabia llegar tarde y no quiero que se pierda tu sorpresa.

-Haz tú lo mismo, no quiero que demore mucho tu sorpresa. Lo decía mientras levantaba una ceja.

-¿Al menos me puedo quitar los tacones?, es que no creo que así yo pueda manejar.

-No. Las mujeres de verdad manejan con tacones, así que; ¡HAZLO DE UNA PUTA VEZ!

Cerraron la puerta del apartamento, cogieron el ascensor y llegaron al parqueadero, él podía sentir la presión de las miradas de sus vecinos que se preguntaban quién era esa señora tan fea que esta junto a la bella científica. Se montaron al carro y los problemas empezaron, las quejas no demoraron en salir, al fin al cabo, se le notaba lo dura que la tenía y ella lo sabía, fueron pocas la palabras por parte de él hacia ella, al final de cuentas ella era la más contenta de los dos La llegada al restaurante fue rara, ya que ella había puesto la reservación a nombre de él. Las risas por parte de ella no se hicieron esperar, hasta el punto que no le importó que no los dejaran entrar por el derecho de admisión, el caso fue que tuvo ella que hablar y contar que pasaba para que al fin los llevaran a su mesa junto a la ventana en donde se veía toda la ciudad.

-Se me va a ver todo a ella. Lo dijo con la cara roja y poniendo sus manos en su entrepierna para tratar de cubrírsela.

-Ya lo sé, yo escogí el vestido, te acuerdas, Es más tú mismo me lo trajiste y bueno, me gusta ver como fuiste tú quien se lo estreno.

-Mejor pide ya, ¿sí?

-Claro que sí, mi director de la orquesta nacional, o mejor debo decir ¿“directora”’?

Las risas de ella no se pudieron contener hasta que de la nada el saco su celular y empezó a hablar:

-Sabes algo señorita dueña de laboratorios de experimentación genética, pues yo también se jugar sucio, es más con el simple hecho de abrir una simple aplicación y empezar a mover mi dedos vas a empezar a sentir lo que yo quiera.

-Espera como así… Ah, espera, con son de esos cal… Ahg, ahg…

Empezaba a ponerse su cara roja y no por el maquillaje, y empezaba a retorcerse de a poco.

-Basta, esto no es justo cielo. Decía entre gemidos ahogados, en un momento llego su comida y no soporto y se fue al baño.

-Vamos a comer dijo él. Y así fue, empezó a comer cuando de la nada empieza a sonar su celular y era ella al teléfono, entre pequeños gritos, lo insultaba, pero con un placer que ella no sabía que era. Al fin de cuentas, ella volvió, se vieron y se empezaron a reír como en aquellos tiempos donde tener casa sola era una hazaña algo apoteósica. Terminaron su comida, pagaron y se fueron del local.

Cuando ella cerró la puerta del carro lo primero que dijo fue: “Eres un maldito y te odio” el solo sonrío y no puedo más y la beso de tal manera que ella no puedo soportarlo y empezó a hacer lo mismo:-Ya mejor, haz lo de la aplicación sin la aplicación, dijo.

Ella reclino la silla al topa y se acostó, levantó sutilmente su vestido para hacer notar sus piernas, y él no resistió, tenía su masculinidad a punto de salírsele de las pequeñas y húmedas bragas, al fin y al cabo, ya eran esposos, no fue nada difícil que se le saliera su miembro erecto, y ella lo cogió con su manos y empezó con la felación; Las ventanas se empezaron a empañar pero no importaba, ambos tenían miedo pero, el placer le decía que no deberían parar. Cuando más húmedos los órganos estaban él se abalanzó y tirando la peluca al suelo del coche, la penetro con una suavidad (Como la de una dama) hasta que entre gritos y sollozos, los nombres de cada uno en la oreja del contrario sonaba. La excitación fue tanta que al mismo tiempo sus almas dejaron que sus cuerpos de apoderaran del placer y así mismo él terminara dentro de ella. Se vistieron, de dieron un beso; él encendió el carro y en el primer semáforo, se miraron y empezaron a reírse, después de una acalorada y bella velada, él le pregunto:

-Ven y entonces, ¿Cuál es el próximo lugar en donde vamos a hacer la siguiente reservación?

[astronomyparkers]

Trouble

Warnings: Language, violence, blood

Pairing: Boxer!Harrison Osterfield x reader

Word count: 3.2k

A/N: Alright, guys, this au won by a landslide in my poll!  I’ve never written anything solely for Harrison before, so I’m excited to see where this fic will go!  I haven’t written without a straight plan since I wrote Skyline, so I’m kind of excited to do it again! Please let me know what you think, and if you’d like to see more.

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If money wasn’t so tight, there was no way you’d be doing this.

You’d thought it over a thousand times, running every possible scenario and outcome in your head. More often than not, those scenarios ended badly.  Yet here you were, standing at the edge of stairs that led to a gym below the streets of New York City.  Men pushed past you to get below, muttering quick apologies as they bumped into you. None of them were sincere, but why would they be?  They didn’t care about you.  You, on the other hand…you were being paid to care about them.  They were why you were here.

The offer had been posted on a bulletin board in the nursing student’s lounge on campus.  It was a crumpled piece of paper, with a handwritten message scribbled across it.  You had spotted it when you were looking at the board for a summer job, and the uniqueness of it caught your eye.  You pulled it down from the board, reading it over.

WANTED:

Looking for an individual with medical background/first aid training.

Complete medical degree not required.

For all inquiries, contact Patrick Lawson.

You ran your fingers over the phone number listed.  It was a peculiar request, to say the least.  Patrick Lawson, whoever he was, seemed to be searching for someone with medical training, but didn’t require a full medical professional.  Still…a job was a job.  And it seemed to be the most promising thing on the board.

Later that day, you called the number.  You had set up a meeting with Patrick at a Starbucks a few blocks away from campus. When you walked in, you knew instantly who he was.  The burly man by the window with a long scar across his weathered face, and the smell of cigarette smoke wafting from him, seemed to be the only patron who would hire unlicensed medical personnel.

“Hi.” You had walked over slowly. “Are you Patrick Lawson?”

“That depends.” He looked you up and down, a small smirk at the corner of his mouth. “Who’s asking?”

“My name is Y/N Y/L/N. We spoke on the phone?” You took the advertisement out of your bag and handed it to him.

“Right.” Patrick nodded, motioning to the chair across from him. “Sit down.”

“Alright.” You took a seat slowly. “So…you didn’t say what kind of job—”

“What are your medical credentials?” Patrick cut across you, sipping his coffee.

You remembered thinking that that was rude, and completely unprofessional for an interview.  Of course, now that you actually knew Patrick, it seemed in character.

“I’m a third-year nursing student at NYU Meyer.” You had answered. “And I’m trained in first aid.”

“You ever stitched somebody up before?”

You frowned. “Um, yes, but—”

“What about set broken bones?  Noses?”

You had glanced around the coffee shop.  Was anyone else hearing this?  When the answer to that question appeared to be no, you leaned forward.

“Mr. Lawson, what exactly is this a job interview for?”

 What it was for, it turned out, was an underground boxing ring in the heart of New York.  Patrick owned the gym that everyone fought in, and it was a growing business.  The only downside was with no regulations, men got injured.  A lot.  And because the boxing was illegal, they couldn’t exactly keep going to the hospital…which was where you came in.

Patrick hired you to be on-call medical attention.  For three hundred dollars a night, you would watch illegal boxing matches with a first-aid kit by your side.  If anyone got injured too bad, they would bring them back to the locker rooms, where you’d be waiting.  There, you would bandage cuts, check for concussions, set broken bones, stitch people up with no anesthetic…

You shuddered, looking at the gym door again.  Okay, so it wasn’t an ideal situation, and you weren’t looking forward to it in the least. But being a student in New York wasn’t exactly cheap, and the money was good, even if it was dirty.  Really dirty.  Probably bloody, from the fighters that you’d be expected to stitch up from awful injuries—

“Don’t.” You muttered to yourself, taking a deep breath. “Everything is going to be okay.  It’s fine.  This is fine.”

“Hey, lady.” A man came up behind you, giving you a strange look. “Are you going to stare at the door all night, or are you going to open it?”

“Sorry.” You said sheepishly, stepping out of his way.  You followed him down the steps and walked through the door.

You weren’t sure what you expected an underground boxing gym to look like, but the room in front of you pretty much met your expectations.  The gym was dark, with one bright light in the center hanging over the beaten-up ring.  There were a few mats scattered around, along with people getting ready to watch that night’s match.  Everyone you saw looked like the belonged at an illegal gym, and in your outfit, your demeanor…you had never felt more out of place.

Holding your head up, you continued on, trying to look like you belonged.  You made your way to the back hallway, heading for Patrick’s office. The air was getting thicker and thicker with cigarette smoke, so you knew you must be close.

“Patrick?” You knocked on the door at the end of the hallway.

A rough voice answered from the other side of the door. “Yeah.  Come in.”

You opened the door, coughing a bit when a wall of cigarette smoke hit you. “Hi…?”

“Hey, Doc.” Patrick had a cigarette tucked between his lips as he spoke. “How you doing?”

“I’m—I’m good.” You said softly, a bit nervously. “I just wanted to check in before the match.”

“Good.  Here.” Patrick stood up and walked to a cupboard in his office, pulling out a weathered leather case. “This has everything you should need in it.”

He handed the case to you, and you opened it slowly.  Inside was an assortment of medical supplies.  Bandages, antiseptics, not-yet-frozen cold compresses, painkillers, a stitch kit… “I’ll need all of this?”

“Look around you, Doc. This isn’t a daycare.” Patrick snorted, puffing on his cigarette. “We bare knuckle box.  We don’t have personal physicians checking up on us, rules, regulations…this is about making money.  And sometimes, it gets messy.”

“But if you needed a medical professional, then why didn’t you get someone who’s finished school?” You asked curiously, shutting the case and clasping it shut.

“Because medical professionals have a duty to report abuse to the cops.” Patrick shrugged. “You don’t. And students need the money more.”

“What happened to your last student?”

Patrick exhaled sharply. “He pissed off the wrong guy and went from being the doctor to being the patient.  That’s why I hired a pretty lady this time.”

You scoffed. “Wow.  I don’t know if I should be thankful or offended.”

“Probably both.” Patrick chuckled. “Look, Doc, the last guy had a mouth on him.  He deserved it.  But if any guy in here says shit to you…lemme know.  Got it?”

“Got it.” You picked up the case again. “So I just…wait by the ring?”

Patrick nodded, tucking his cigarette back in his mouth as he flipped through papers. “You got it. Watch the match.  Have some fun, have a drink…if anything goes too wrong, I’ll pull you up to the ring.  If everything is fine, you’ll come back to the locker room after the match to make sure my guys don’t have a concussion.”

“Sounds…good.” You tightened your grip on the case. “I’ll go to the audience, then.”

Patrick nodded, and you exited his office to head for the ring.

 By the time you made it down to your station by the edge of the ring, people were already filling the gym. The smell of alcohol, cigarette smoke, and sweat was thick in the air, and you got jostled a few times by men you didn’t know.  By the time the lights dimmed, the screaming audience occupied the entire space.

You watched with curiosity as the first man walked out.  He looked to be over six feet, and had a heavy build.  His head was shaved, and he spat on the ground before getting into the ring.  You wrinkled your nose, but the audience seemed to love the display.

“As last year’s reigning champion, Adam Bowers is aiming to maintain his title this season.” The announcer said into the microphone. “Can he do it, folks?”

The crowd cheered louder. You rolled your eyes a bit.  For illegal boxing, the crowd seemed to take it pretty seriously.

Then the next man came out, and you immediately became concerned.

His build was slimmer than Bowers’, and he was much shorter.  The crowd cheered as he entered the ring, but not nearly as much as they cheered for his opponent.

“And facing our champion is rookie Harrison Osterfield, who just started training three months ago…”

You leaned over to one of the people next to you. “Don’t they use weight classes to match fighters? Bowers seems so much bigger than him…”

“This is illegal fighting, sweetheart.” The man laughed a bit, taking a sip of his beer. “They don’t care about weight classes.  They care about putting on a good show, so they can make money.”

“Oh…” You turned your attention back to the ring.  Harrison Osterfield was looking at you with crystal blue eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. He nodded before turning back around.

You shivered.  You had a sneaking suspicion that you’d be setting his bones before the end of the night.

However, when the bell rang, you started to doubt yourself.  Bowers seemed to be powerful, yes, but Harrison was quick on his feet. He dodged more punches than he received, and only stood still long enough to land his own hits on Bowers. The audience was shocked at first, but then began to cheer loudly.  The cheering got louder when blood from Bowers’ nose splattered onto the floor of the ring.

You winced, finding Patrick in the crowd.  You raised an eyebrow, but he shook his head.  This was fine.

The crowd collectively groaned when Bowers landed a good punch to Harrison’s gut, making him double over.  They groaned again when he landed another punch on Harrison’s jaw, knocking him down. You thought that the fight was over, but Harrison proved you wrong, quickly standing up again with a grunt. He spat out the blood from his mouth onto the mat before attacking Bowers with new energy.

The crowd roared louder than before as Harrison pummelled his opponent.  He hit him once, then again, and again, until Bowers went down.  The referee began to count, but Bowers didn’t rise.

“Harrison Osterfield seems to have begun his journey with a win!” The announcer yelled, barely audible above the cheering crowd.  Harrison wiped his bleeding mouth again, grinning as the referee raised his arm in the air.  You made eye contact again, and he winked at you.

You watched as his trainer jumped into the ring, another man that seemed to be around his age.  He raised Harrison’s arm to celebrate a bit more before pulling him out of the ring.  Patrick’s hand on your own arm was the only thing that distracted you from the scene.

“Come on.” Patrick muttered. “Time to get to work, Doc.”

You nodded your head, refocusing on the task at hand. “Yes.  Right.”

Patrick led you through the crowd, walking in front so he could clear a path for you.  You walked down the hallway, past his office, towards the locker rooms.  You could hear groaning get louder and louder, echoing around you as you entered. For a moment, your mind flashed to Harrison, but then your eyes settled on Bowers with a hand to his nose, head tilted back.

“You need to lean forward.” You said immediately, sitting down next to Bowers as you opened your case.

Bowers grunted. “I’m bleeding, sweetheart—”

“And leaning back is causing the blood to run down your throat.  It’s harmful to your health, sweetheart.” You countered, shooting him a glare before slipping on gloves.

Patrick chuckled. “I’d watch my mouth if I were you, Bowers.  Don’t piss off the person about to set your nose.”

You shot Patrick a small smile.  Despite his hardened exterior, he seemed to be the only person in this gym that was looking out for you.

Upon examination, you found that Harrison had broken Bowers’ nose.  You gave him some pain medication and applied a cold compress before making a splint, setting it as best as you could.

“There.” You sat back and pulled off your bloody gloves. “That should be okay.  Keep taking ibuprofen to help with the pain and swelling.  If it doesn’t seem to heal, try going to a real doctor. Alright?”

Bowers nodded jerkily. “Yeah.  Alright.”

“What do you say to the Doc, Bowers?” Patrick prompted him.

The boxer glared at you. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” You replied curtly, closing your case before standing up again. “Let’s go check on Harrison.”

 After washing your hands, Patrick led you down to another section of the locker room, where Harrison was leaning against a locker.  It appeared he had showered, as there was a towel around his neck, and he was wearing grey sweatpants instead of his athletic shorts.  His chest was damp, and still bare.  He looked up when you entered the room, looking you up and down.

“Patrick.” He said lowly. You were surprised to hear he had an accent. “Who’s this?”

“This is Doc Y/L/N.” Patrick lit a cigarette. “She’s the one who’s going to be saving your injured ass.”

“You can just call me Y/N.” You mumbled, feeling your cheeks heat up slightly at his words. “I’m just going to make sure you’re alright, Harrison.”

Harrison chuckled. “I think I did more damage to my opponent than he did to me.”

“Bloody hell, Haz. Let the Doc check you over, yeah?” A voice said from behind you.

You glanced over your shoulder and saw Harrison’s trainer walking towards you.  He made his way to the lockers and crossed his arms. “Sit down, Osterfield.  Now. You can’t fight if you’re injured.”

“And I’m telling you, I’m not.” Harrison rolled his eyes.

“No offense, but I don’t think you’re qualified to decide that or not.” You said slowly, setting down your medical kit.  You opened it and pulled out a new pair of rubber gloves. “Please sit down, Harrison.”

“C’mon, Harrison.” His trainer said in exasperation. “Listen to…?”

“Y/N.” You said quickly. “And you are…?”

“Tom.  Holland.” He nodded at you before turning back to Harrison. “Sit.  Now.”

Harrison huffed, but did as Tom said.  

Looking him up and down, you thought back to the match, and the injuries he could have sustained. There was bruising already starting to form on his jaw and his ribs.

“Patrick, could you grab me a cold compress?” You asked, rummaging in your kit for your stethoscope.

Patrick went to grab what you requested, and you listened to Harrison’s heartbeat, as well as his breathing. “Do you have any abdominal pain?  Any shortness in breath, or dizziness?”

Harrison shook his head. “No.  None at all.”

By the time you took his blood pressure, Patrick had returned with a compress for Harrison. You set it on his jaw as you gently touched his face.

“You have some bruising and swelling, but nothing is broken.  No internal bleeding, either.  At least, nothing detectable.” You sighed, allowing him to take the compress from you.  You pulled off your gloves. “I think you’re good to go, but if you start experiencing nausea, dizziness, or bleeding from any orifices, then you need to go to the doctor.”

“Alright.  Can I get your number, then?  Just in case?” Harrison asked with a smirk.

You blinked for a moment. “I meant a real doctor.  In a hospital.  With real equipment.”

“Is that a no, then?”

Tom rolled his eyes. “Shut up, Harrison, for Christ sakes.  Focus on what’s important, alright?”

You cleared your throat and stood up, shutting your case. “Well, if that’s everything…”

“Right.  Time for you to go.” Patrick tapped the ash off his cigarette. “Let’s head back to my office.”

Once you reached his office, you tucked the case back into his cupboard while Patrick opened the safe hidden in his wall.  He pulled out an envelope, counting out twenty-dollar bills until he reached three hundred. “Here, Doc.  You did good tonight.”

“Thanks.” You took the money from him, tucking it inside your jacket. “I’m just glad I didn’t need to stitch anyone up.”

“This time.” Patrick laughed.  He stubbed out his cigarette before lighting a fresh one.  

You eyed the cigarette. “Smoking kills, you know.”

“I run an illegal boxing ring.  Do you think I care?” He raised an eyebrow, exhaling a stream of smoke.

You shrugged, and Patrick laughed. “Thanks for the concern, Doc.”

“Anytime.” You walked to his door, pausing in the frame. “Patrick?”

“Yeah?”

“Was that really Harrison’s first match?”

Patrick nodded. “It was. He showed up on the scene a few months ago, asked me for a shot in the ring.  I told him, bulk up, train hard, and we’d talk again in six months.  The kid was ready to go in half that time.  I’m not impressed easily, but Harrison…he impressed me.  And he made me a lot of money tonight.”

“In ticket sales?”

“Tickets.  And bets.” Patrick shrugged a bit, shutting his safe again. “No one expected him to win.”

“Right.” You murmured.

“Hey, Doc…how about I give you some advice?  In return for the oh so sweet smoking comment?” Patrick said dryly. “Don’t get too invested in any of these guys.  Harrison especially.”

“I’m not invested.” You said defensively.

“Of course not.  And you should keep it that way.”

You couldn’t help your curiosity. “Why?”

Patrick sighed, puffing on his cigarette. “Everyone has a reason for being here, doing what they’re doing.  And those kind of men…they tend to have trouble follow them.”

“What kind of trouble?” A crease formed between your eyebrows.

“The kind of trouble that ends up following anyone around them, too.” Patrick tapped his cigarette into his ashtray. “You seem like a sweet kid.  You’ve got a bright future.  I’d hate to see it be ruined by that kind of trouble.”

Your eyes flickered to the ground. “So would I.”

“So we’re on the same page. Good.” Patrick nodded in satisfaction, leaning back in his chair. “Now you go straight home, alright?  It’s not safe for you to be wandering around New York this time of night.”

You did as Patrick said, leaving and immediately going home.  But even after you locked your front door behind you, made some tea, locked away the money you made that night, finished some readings for class, got ready for bed…even after you climbed under your covers…you couldn’t shake the feeling that avoiding Harrison would let you avoid trouble.  

No.  You had a feeling that trouble had already found you.

#i need more gif choices for this au nothing fits #harrison osterfield #harrison osterfield x reader #harrison osterfield x y/n #harrison osterfield x you #boxer!harrison #boxer!haz #haz osterfield #haz osterfield x reader #haz osterfield x y/n #haz osterfield x you #harrison osterfield fanfiction #harrison osterfield fic #harrison osterfield imagines #im gonna regret posting this at 1 am #catch-22 #writing #marvel fanfiction #mcu #marvel imagines #im stretching these tags lmao

[tomnhaz]

boxer!haz. send tweet.

shit (ps it was so hard to avoid getting nsfw)

so like hear me out

archie from riverdale

but haz

the way his muscle would flex underneath a layer of sweat

like his tan skin glistening as he peels his shirt off during a workout

he’s not wearing a shirt 23 hours out of the day

y’all heard of catharsis

so that but sex

omg imagine his mood after a match 😶

being a trophy wife

his arms

wrapping your hand around his bicep as the two of you walk around town together

those shorts

those athletic leggings

his ass in those leggings

his blond curls drenched in sweat and sticking up in every direction

he would be full of adrenaline like all the time and as a result pda like all the time

like lots of it

at professional events his hands would wander dangerously low on your back

stopping mid conversation with a stranger to pull you in for a mind blowing kiss

making sure that the world knows that you’re his

abs

running your hands over those abs

#harrison osterfield #harrison osterfield x reader #harrison osterfield fluff #harrison osterfield x you #harrison osterfield x y/n #harrison osterfield headcannon #harrison osterfield blurb #harrison osterfield imagine #harrison osterfield fanfiction #boxer!haz