Drawings and dates ~ Single dad!Tom makes his son apologise to you, and you can’t help but being charmed by him. Tom Holland x Reader
Tea and pasta ~ Part two to Drawings and Dates, in which you and Tom go on a couple of dates. Tom Holland x Reader
Murder on your mind ~ You are a detective, and for a serial killer case you have to work together with DCI Holland.
Christmas series: Every year with Christmas Tom, his brothers, some friends and you rented a house in Scotland to celebrate the holidays and New Years Eve with a lot of friends. Last year’s christmas you and Harrison had something special going on, and this year he brings his new girlfriend. Chaos ensues. Tom Holland x Reader
Prologue
Chapter One ~ Prep
Chapter Two ~ Christmas Eve
Chapter Three ~ Christmas Day
Chapter Four ~ Boxing Day
Epilogue ~ New Years Eve
One More Night ~ You and Tom fight a lot, will this be the end of your relationship? Tom Holland x Reader
Harrison Osterfield:
Coming Home ~ Soft one-shot based on the prompt “Are you crying?”. It’s actually not super sad, but very fluffy. Harrison Osterfield x Reader
Siren ~ Singing at sea is dangerous if you don’t know the creatures that lurk beneath the oceans surface. Harrison Osterfield x Reader
Sebastian Stan:
A Summers Affair ~ The nobles always look forward to the Summers Affairs, but with a prince off age to wed, it seems like this years summer at court will be a lot more eventful than usual. Sebastian Stan x OC
Bucky Barnes:
Happy New Year ~ Bucky has told all the avengers he has a girlfriend, so he should be able to bring her to the New Years party right? Bucky Barnes x Reader *
Old Stories:
Roger Taylor
Happier ~ One shot based on the song Happier by Ed Sheeran. Reader x Roger Taylor *
Soft Hands ~ Roger is very soft, after show in the hotelroom piece. Reader x Roger Taylor
Fur Coat ~ Being Rogers side piece was far from ideal, and he just made the worst move ever. Reader x Roger Taylor*
Control ~ Roger makes some stupid comments at a large dinner. When you are home you teach him a lesson he isn’t likely to forget. Reader x Roger Taylor *
Ring of Gold ~ Talking with Roger again months after you broke up is harder than you thought. Reader x Roger Taylor
Ben Hardy:
(Un)Professional Mistake Making ~ A slight issue comes up when her one night stand appears to have a major role in the production Rose is about to produce. Ben Hardy x OC *
Morning ~ Drunk Ben comes home after a long night of partying. Ben Hardy x Reader
Popping out of my hermatage for this. Thanks to @ryebecca for the photo and @blue-aconite for pointing out the mole because it made my mind WANDER.
I’m imagining reader and Jake on the beach, maybe he’s playing football with the guys or they are doing a low key day with their new puppy. Either way, she’s zeroed in on the mole….thinking about being between his thighs later on and caressing it while she gives him the filthiest bj known to man.
daily reminder that there is absolutely nothing normal about being expected to waste a majority of your life at a corporation to survive instead of indulging in better life experiences ✨
In the 1960s it was a common speculation that by 1980 the typical work week would consist of 4 days. And by the year 2000 we’d be working no more than 3 days a week.
Because of computerization, automation, and better efficiencies in workflow.
description: in which our sweet bradley helps a sleepy reader with her nightly routines
warnings: teeth rotting domestic fluff with a brief shower scene and a few suggestive lines sprinkled in
word count: 1.2k
His fingertips massaged your scalp as he worked the sweet-smelling shampoo into your hair. The familiar scent it left on the pillows of your shared bed was one he knew would be burned into his memory as long as he lived. Hot water streamed down on the two of you, helping to wash away the stress of the work day. Thankfully, it was Friday, so you would finally get a day to yourselves tomorrow.
Bradley leaned down to place a kiss on your shoulder before he shifted you back under the water, letting you rinse the bubbly mess from your hair. You failed to hold back a yawn as you did so. “Someone’s sleepy,” he teased. Your eyes were closed, trying your best not to get soap in them, but you just knew there was a soft grin playing on his lips.
Bradley shut the water off and stepped out of the shower with you behind him. After quickly drying off, you wrapped your hair up in your towel while he secured his around his waist. You reached to grab the plush robe he already had waiting for you. The fuzzy material felt soft against your skin; you tied the belt into a bow as another yawn escaped your lips. “I am so tired. I don’t even have the energy for my routines tonight.” You rubbed at your eyes in an attempt to will away the sleepiness that overwhelmed your body.
Your nightly routines, especially your post-shower routines, were something you always did no matter what — Bradley knew that too. He loved watching you go through all the steps; it was fascinating to him. Having seen you do it so many times, he could probably do it himself with his eyes closed. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders as you stood in front of the bathroom mirror. “Nope, you never skip on your routines, and we can’t have you starting now, little lady.” His voice was soft in your ear before he left a kiss on your cheek. “How about you let me do it for you?”
Your eyes met his in the reflection. “Are you sure you’re up for that? — It’s quite a process,” you said, giving him a questioning look. “Oh, I know, sweetheart,” he lightly tightened his embrace on you, “but I would be more than happy to take over tonight.” Before you could put up a fuss with what little energy you had left, he turned you around and hoisted you up onto the countertop. The cool marble hitting the back of your thighs made a slight shiver rush through your body.
Bradley tugged open the drawer where you stored your skincare essentials and started setting out everything he needed. You were somewhat surprised by his actions. Sure, he would sit with you during your routines, occasionally asking which products did what, but it hadn’t occurred to you that he was actually paying attention. Grabbing the first product, he asked, “Are you ready, baby?” You nodded up at him while letting out a little giggle as he rubbed the serum between his fingers. “Don’t look at me, please.” Concentration was already heavy on features.
He swept the various products across your face, careful not to get any in your eyes or hair. You would occasionally sneak a peek at him just to make sure he was still going in the correct order. At one point in the process, he grazed over a slightly ticklish spot below your jaw, causing you to scrunch your nose as you tried not to squirm away. He had to let out a little chuckle at that; you were too cute.
After finishing your skincare, he gathered you up in one swift motion and carried the short distance to the bed before laying you down. “I’ll be right back, honey! — I know we aren’t done yet!” He returned a minute later, holding up your hairbrush and the bottle of lotion you always used after the shower. “I think you’re enjoying this a little too much, babe,” you said, shaking your head. He just gave you one of his goofy grins and a shrug in response, a pleased look on his face.
He didn’t waste any time rubbing the lotion into your skin, his skilled fingers working out any tension and soreness as he went along. Your smooth legs felt like silk under his calloused palms. It reminded him of how they felt under the sheets as they brushed against his own. Or how they looked when you wore those sundresses he loved so much — they seemed to give off the most enticing glow, which always drove him crazy.
You were in a state of pure bliss as he worked his magic on you, but as his fingers danced higher up your inner thigh, you were quickly pulled out of your trance. You pressed your foot into his chest, lightly pushing him away. “Not tonight, Bradshaw,” you warned, shooting him a halfhearted glare. He raised one of his hands in surrender. “Just making sure I didn’t miss anything.” He brought your ankle that was still in his grasp to his lips, giving it a quick peck before he began the process all over again on your other leg.
After he was satisfied with how your skin beamed under the dim lighting, Bradley went to his side of the closet to find you a sleep shirt. He wasn’t letting you lift a finger, insisting on doing everything as he tugged your robe off and slipped the oversized shirt on you. Once you were changed, he joined you on the bed, resting his large frame against the headboard before pulling you to sit between his legs.
You sat crisscrossed in front of him while he untangled the towel from your hair, attempting to smooth it down before he started brushing. “Tell me if it pulls too much, and I’ll stop, okay?” He was as gentle as ever, making sure not to hurt you. The feeling of the bristles lightly scratching your scalp was enough to make your eyes start to flutter shut as you let out a sigh of contentment. Having your hair brushed or played with was a weakness you both shared; it would lull either of you to sleep in a matter of minutes.
You felt him shift behind you as the movements of the brush gliding through your hair stopped. He wrapped an arm around you, holding you in place as he leaned over to put your hairbrush on the nightstand. “All done, sweet girl,” he whispered against the side of your neck, mustache tickling your skin as he peppered a few kisses.
Bradley stood the two of you up before moving to hold the covers open for you. You gladly crawled in, pulling the sheets up to your chin. The room grew dark as you heard your husband shuffling across the floor. You felt the bed dip beside you, warm arms engulfing your body not a second later. You snuggled against his bare chest, staying there for a moment before leaning back to peer up at him. “Think you could take over again sometime?” You felt a soft laugh rumble through him. “Just tell me when, honey.” He kissed your forehead and pulled you back into him; you yawned one last time before finally allowing yourself to drift off to sleep.
AN: if you’ve made it this far, i just wanted to say a huge thank you! likes, comments, and reblogs are always welcome! 🫶🏻
Lt. Jake Hangman Seresin looking gosh darn handsome even when he’s just changing the song on the jukebox…. funfact: selecting 86′ was an easter egg throwback to the first Top Gun movie released in 1986.
Summary: Y/N meets up with her boyfriend Rooster and their friends at The Hard Deck after visiting family for a month. They start betting on their game of pool to make things interesting. Co-written with my friend @callsign-fox!!
Pairing: Rooster x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Fluff, mentions of sex but no actual smut. Minors DNI 18+.
A/N: Thank you to @a-reader-and-a-writer for proofreading this for us!!
Y/N walked into The Hard Deck, the small building already packed to the brim with people. Her plane had just landed when she received a call from her boyfriend asking her to meet him and their friends at their local bar. Y/N was excited, especially considering she hadn’t seen anyone for three weeks as she decided to take a trip and visit her parents on the east coast. While the trip was a nice break, she missed Bradley more than anything.
Y/N glanced around the bar in hopes to catch sight of her tall, tanned boyfriend as he always stood out in a crowd. Once her gaze found the pool table, she caught a glimpse of him and their friends already gathered around drinking and chatting.
Making her way to the back, Y/N’s stomach fluttered with butterflies upon seeing Bradley. Although they had been dating for a few years, any time she spent with him felt like the first time. She was absolutely crazy about him.
Her best friend Phoenix caught sight of her first and nudged Bradley to signal his girlfriend’s arrival. He turned around and a wide grin broke out on his face upon seeing her.
Y/N quickened her pace and immediately wrapped her arms around his neck as his arms went around her middle, pulling her close. Bradley placed a kiss on her cheek “I missed you so much, baby.”
She pulled away and smiled before responding, “I missed you more!” Y/N leaned up to give him a kiss, something she had been missing the last month.
“Did you miss us?” Coyote asked from the other side of the pool table.
Y/N turned around to face her friends as Bradley pulled her in closer to his chest, resting his chin on her shoulder. “Actually, no. I had a nice quiet, relaxing trip with no needy boys chirping in my ear all day long.”
“I’m jealous,” Phoenix added.
Coyote frowned in her direction and Bradley laughed. She felt Bradley nuzzle his head into the crook of her neck, placing a kiss on her neck. “I missed you and your quick wit. Please don’t ever leave me alone with these idiots for that long again.”
Y/N laughed as a few of the aviators feigned offense to his words. “Oh don’t worry boys, he loves you too, he just can’t get everything he wants from you. Isn’t that right, Roo?”
He let out a small grunt of agreement and shrugged. “Can’t argue with that.”
Y/N turned her attention to Fanboy and Payback who were close to finishing a game of pool. “I call dibs after you two.”
Hangman walked over with a new drink in hand. “Well, well, well, look at who’s returned. Good, Bradshaw can stop whining.”
“I wasn’t whining.”
Phoenix laughed while handing Y/N a shot of whiskey. “He was whining.”
Y/N grabbed the shot from her friend and took it back, smiling up at her boyfriend. “Don't be ashamed, it’s cute you missed me.”
Rooster nipped at her neck. “Alright, enough about me, can we move on?”
She giggled and nodded, “Fine. Even though you’re so fun to tease.”
He leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Continue the teasing baby girl and we’ll be leaving early.”
Y/N’s breath hitched slightly but she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing his effect on her so she pulled away once more. “Is that a promise?”
“Hey, you two quit hitting on each other and come take your turn!” Y/N glanced over at Jake because of his comment. He was holding out the pool cues towards the couple.
“You’re just jealous that he’s getting some and you’re not,” she quipped as she grabbed one of the cues and elbowed him lightly.
Jake laughed and gave her his signature grin, “You know I’ve offered, you’re the one who said no.”
Bradley shoved him as he grabbed the other pool cue from him. “Not a fucking chance, Bagman.”
Y/N laughed. “As pretty as you are Hangman, if I had a free pass I’d use it on Bob. I think it would be fun to take him home for the night, we’d have a great time. Right, Bob?”
“With Rooster’s permission? We definitely would.”
Hangman, Rooster, and Coyote turned to Bob whose cheeks turned bright red at his own joke. Y/N and the other aviators were silent for a moment, shocked that Bob had gone along with it, but soon recovered with laughter and resumed what they were previously doing.
Y/N stacked the balls up on the table and turned to Rooster, “Alright baby. I get two balls in on this break, you have to buy the next round of drinks.”
Rooster shrugged, “Deal. But if you don’t, you have to give me that lap dance you’ve been promising.”
Y/N groaned, “That was a joke.”
“It may have been to you, but we take those things very seriously,” Jake added, leaning against the table.
Y/N argued for a bit but eventually agreed. She quickly lined up her cue with the white ball and in one swift movement broke the triangle. Rooster watched as a striped ball went into the far right pocket, but a second one fell short, stopping directly in front of the same pocket.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!”
Rooster laughed and placed a kiss on Y/N’s cheek as he joined her on the opposite side of the table. “I’m very much looking forward to tonight.”
She let out a huff of frustration before accepting defeat for that shot, walking over to him she lowered her voice, “Fine, but if you miss this shot, I give Hangman the lap dance instead.”
Rooster shot her a look of disapproval but sighed and nodded. “Fine, but I won’t miss this shot.”
Rooster leaned over and lined up to take his shot when Jake smirked and shrugged his shoulders. “You already gave me one at the academy, but I wouldn’t complain about getting another one.”
Bradley shot straight up without taking the shot, his eyes wide with shock. “I’m sorry, what? You won’t give me one, but fucking Jake got one?”
“I was drunk and we didn’t know each other yet.”
Jake nodded and then turned his focus to Bradley, “Don’t worry man, it wasn’t that great.”
Y/N’s face scrunches up in offense at Hangman’s words, “Excuse me? I was great okay! It’s not my fault that you got scared when someone knocked on the door and shoved me to the ground. My wrist was in a splint for two weeks!”
“Who would have known, Bagman spooks easily,” Phoenix laughed, patting Jake on the back.
Jake argued with Phoenix as Rooster shook his head in disbelief at the story he had just heard, “I can’t believe you never told me that.”
She shrugged and leaned against the pool table as he leaned over to take the shot, “Didn’t feel important to bring up since it didn’t mean anything.”
“I guess if I miss, I’m going to need to make sure this lap dance is worse than the first one you gave him,” Bradley stated as he made sure to concentrate extra hard, fixing his angle a few times before taking his shot. He ended up making it in and immediately felt relief flood through him, standing up with a smug grin.
He then leaned over to whisper in Y/N’s ear so no one else could hear. “If you can get this next one in, I’ll do that thing you like with my tongue.”
Her stomach fluttered at the thought and she bit down on her lip. She could tell he was smirking before he gently nipped at her ear. He stepped back and motioned towards the pool table, signaling her turn.
Y/N once again lined up the cue with the white ball and hit not one, but two balls into the pocket. “I wasn’t risking missing that one.”
Phoenix joined her friend and leaned into her. “What are you two whispering about over here?”
“Dirty things.”
Phoenix's face twisted in disgust at Rooster’s comment. “Ew.”
Y/N laughed at her friend and walked over to her boyfriend, running her fingers over his bare arm. His eyes lingered on her chest that was peeking out of her loosely buttoned shirt. She smiled at him and continued past him to line up her next shot.
“If I get this one in, I’ll wear that little black lingerie set that I got from Victoria's Secret.”
“What black lingerie set? I didn’t know you had that.” He asked as he thought back to all the sets she owned.
Y/N smiled. “That’s because I just got it when I was in New York.”
Bradley tried to picture it in his head but knew that it wouldn’t do her justice, “Please don’t miss this shot then. This one’s for both of us.”
She let out a small laugh and pulled the cue back a bit to get the right amount of momentum. The stick hit the white ball which knocked the ball she was aiming for into the corner pocket. “Guess we both get this treat.”
Y/N glanced at the pool table, trying to contemplate what to bet next. Truth be told, she wasn’t sure what she wanted more, to continue their teasing, or to get him home as soon as possible. She walked back over to her boyfriend and laced her fingers with his and he stared at her curiously. Everyone else was deep in conversation, so she didn’t feel the need to whisper in his ear but still kept her voice quiet, “You make this next shot and we go into the bathroom over there and I’ll give you the best blow job you’ve ever had. But… if you miss, we don’t do anything until we get home, and we have to stay till every single one of our friends leave.”
Bradley wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer, “I don’t know, the one Stacey Anderson gave me back in college would be pretty hard to beat.”
Y/N shoved him away with a roll of the eyes, “Fuck you.”
“I’m kidding, baby. Trust me, I’d really like you to.” He laughed at the look his girlfriend was giving him, “Okay, I’ll take that last bet, but I hope you know that I fully plan on winning.”
“We’ll see.”
Rooster placed a kiss on her forehead before walking around the table to find the perfect angle. Hangman soon reappeared at the table with a tray full of shots. Phoenix and Y/N each grabbed one and knocked their glasses together before taking them back.
Phoenix glanced at Rooster and laughed, “Why does he look so flustered.”
“He’s focused because if he doesn’t get this shot in, he isn’t getting any tonight.”
“What? That wasn’t the bet?” Rooster whined.
Y/N winked at him. “Yeah, I changed my mind.”
“That’s not fair.”
She cocked an eyebrow while giving him a playful smile, “Afraid you can’t do it?”
Bradley grumbled and lined up his cue to take the shot. The other aviators had stopped their conversations to watch their friend. Y/N could tell her boyfriend was concentrating extra hard, he hit the white ball and it knocked the ball towards the corner pocket. The ball stopped short just a centimeter or two from the hole. He frowned when he realized what that meant, but then Jake came over and knocked it in with his hand and tried to nonchalantly walk away.
Y/N gave Hangman a pointed look, “That totally doesn’t count.”
Bradley shook his head in disagreement, “No, it definitely counts.”
Hangman and Fanboy both shared their agreement with Rooster, who was looking pretty pleased. “It made it in, you never said how it had to make it in.”
“Just for that babe, you won’t get it tonight or tomorrow. Have fun with your hand.”
Phoenix and Bob each held up a hand for her to high five, which she gladly accepted. Bradley groaned and shook his head, “Stop teasing me, woman.”
He walked over to his girlfriend and picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder. She let out a yelp of surprise, “Bradley, put me down!”
“No can do, sorry babe. Hey guys, we’re gonna head out. This was fun but it’s been three weeks, I’m sure you understand.”
The aviators said their goodbyes to the couple as Y/N accepted defeat and Bradley headed towards the door of the bar. The girl knew she had a long night ahead of her but she was most certainly looking forward to it.
7k words of Rooster being your super wonderful, pretend plus one! A few swears, but it’s the Navy, goddammit! The fluffiness should make up for it.
The Boyfriend Experience 1 / 2
“Thank God you didn’t catch the bouquet,” Rooster rolled his eyes as you wandered back, bored. “Could you look any less interested?” he bit back a smile.
“I could, yes,“ you told him, patting his cheek with a gentle thwack as he chuckled.
”Well, you made sure I didn’t have a run there to fake propose in front of all these witnesses. Left my fake engagement ring in my dresser drawer back at base,” he snapped his fingers. "Fuck.”
This way gorgeous and amazing. My heart is fluttering, it was wayy to relatable for this lonely friday morning. I loved it, you really are so fucking talented! Thank you so much for writing this!
First ofcourse the dances, the sweet sedding boyfriend vibes. Then walking home, and the bit at her place? Gosh that was amazing and real and it made me feel things! The doubt is woven through the words, it is so well done. ♡♡
The 2 birds per stone factoid is actually a statistical error. Astroid Georg, who fell from the sky and killed 38 billion birds, is an outlier and should never have been counted.
My kink is husbands & wives who are still portrayed as very much in love with each other, because even after years of commitment and kids, they still talk to each other, go on fun random adventures and try new things. No resentment. No portrayal of marriage as a chore. Just actual love.
This Isn’t What It Looks Like - Hangman x Bartender!reader
summary: Hangman is totally, 100% over his ex … he just needs a fake girlfriend to prove it.
WC: 5.2k
a/n: let’s take every cliche romance trope and turn it into a Hangman fic, shall we?
warnings: mentions of sex, swearing
“No, absolutely not.”
“What?! Why?” Hangman’s leaning over the bar, staring you down intently while you finish up the closing tasks of the Hard Deck. You ran the last call bell awhile ago, happy to see everyone closed out promptly. Everyone except Hangman, that is. No, Hangman continued to linger until you said goodnight to the last patron. Then he approached, marched right up to where you’d been cleaning with that charming grin spread across his lips. You knew you were in for it.
“Do you know how ridiculous this sounds?” Hangman just shrugs. “You want me to pretend to be your girlfriend to prove to your ex that you’ve moved on … which by the way you so clearly have not.”
“I have. And … yes?”
“You think we can act like we like each other enough to convince her we’re in love?”
“I don’t see it being a problem.” His eyes flicker across your face before dropping to your body, giving it a quick once over. Heat rushes to your cheeks, despite the fact that it’s not the first time Hangman has looked at you that way.
You're probably expecting something smutty but my brain went in a different direction. Hope this makes you smile!
You look down at the cupcake in your hand that Jake’s intently staring at. It’s from the upscale bakery off base, pricey and difficult to get. Even though you’ve only been dating him a few weeks, you already know he has a giant sweet tooth and likely wants your afternoon treat. It's annoying to know he could probably have 50 cupcakes and still look like a Greek god.
You look up and narrow your eyes at him. Jake was used to getting what he wanted. All he needed to do was flash that pretty smile and work the southern charm for the world to open up to him. Well, not today you think, maintaining eye contact and shoving the whole dessert into your mouth. It was important to establish dominance early on in a relationship.
Your sweets were off limits.
"Damn, darlin," Jake says with a laugh. "All you had to say was no."
