An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Ghostbusters (2016)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jillian Holtzmann/You, Jillian Holtzmann/Reader
Additional Tags: Fluff, Comfort, first time saying I love you, Vulnerability, mention of menstruation, girlfriends being soft
Summary:
Holtzmann has been uncharacteristically quiet and calm today and you want to figure out why. No loud music, no over-the-top dancing, and no incessant chatter about everything and anything. Sometimes a cuddle on the couch is exactly what the doctor orders to help your sad girlfriend feel better.
A/N: Originally posted on my other blog @gay-ghost-fights ! Here’s some NSFW Holtzmann headcannons, I’ve never written NSFW before so let me know what you think xx
Warnings: Sex
Words: 479
masterlist
· Holtzmann would be horny all the time
· She’d be so dom, pretty much getting off by watching you
· Super into kinks, especially tying you up and hair pulling
· The rest of the Ghostbusters knowing your sex life better than you because Jillian is the Queen of telling them everything
· Holtzmann would show her hickies to the world, she’d never cover them up
· One time she wore an open neck shirt to one of the Mayor’s dinners
· Abby ended up forcing her to button up her shirt properly
· Sex everywhere
· The girls would be so cautious walking into the firehouse after they’d left the two of you there alone
· They’ve probably walked in on you too many times to count
· She’d be so into over simulation
· If you hadn’t had at least three orgasms she would consider it bad sex
· You hardly ever have sex in an actual bed
· On the rare occasions that you do it would be super slow
· She would have an entire draw of (probably modified) sex toys
· She would use these on you all the time
· You’d both be so loud
· The neighbours really hate the two of you
· She’d love hearing you moan her name
· This makes her try to get you to do it more
· She’d leave you right on the edge of an orgasm sometimes loving seeing you frustrated
· It turns her on even more
· She would never get tired
· Like ever
· You’ve probably passed out from tiredness at some point
· She wouldn’t just mark up your neck, you’d be covered in hickies, scratches and other marks in so many different places on your body
· Shower sex all the time
· There’s something about it that makes her super turned on
· Jealous sex
· If someone were to even look at you the wrong way she’d get jealous
· This results in even more rough sex
· She’d be the Queen of after care
· As much as she loves seeing you with marks everywhere she also understands that sometimes it hurts and always checks to see if you’re okay with what she’s doing
· Bubble baths all the time after sex
· Even though it normally results in more sex
· Her living for sex in places you could get caught
· Which has happened many times
· You two would always be up for trying new things
· You’d most likely try to wear lingerie but Holtz ripped most of it by pulling it off so you gave up in the end
· She preferred you when you were wearing her clothes anyway
· Most of your clothes getting mixed up so most mornings you walk into work wearing each other’s clothes which would not go unnoticed by the rest of the girls
· Kevin would be completely oblivious to how you two got bruises on your necks so he would ask in front of everyone
Holtzmann and you meet when you deliver food to the lab one day. She thinks your gorgeous and is very confident flirting with you even though she’s a total dork doing it.
A knock comes from door and the smell of warm food comes into the lab. Holtzmann turns around and can see the delivery person from the window in the door.
“I’ll get it!” Holtzmann shouts as she takes her coat off and walks confidently and excitedly to the door.
“Hey there, I’m Jillian Holtzmann, most call me Holtzmann.” She tells you as she opens the door.
“Y/N Y/L/N, most call me Y/N.” You say back as you hand her her food.
Erin and you meet when she goes a trip to the record store down the road. Holtzmann had really gotten into cd’s lately but was busy so she asked Erin to go down with a list of cd’s she wanted.
Walking into the store Erin noticed a song she didn’t recognise but behind the counter she noticed that the cute clerk was dancing away to it.
“Hey, how can I help you?” The clerk says to Erin turning around
As they turn around Erin can’t believe how gorgeous they are and wanted to start up a conversation.
“Hey... um cool music..” Erin tells them as she does an awkward dance trying to play it cool.
Patty meets you when you come to the ghostbusters headquarters looking for help with a haunting.
“Hello, anyone here?” You call out as you turn about and hear a big crash.
Turning around you notice that you’ve smashed a little ghost statue that was sitting on a table.
“Oh shit..” You say quietly to yourself.
As you turn around you notice the 4 women themselves walk down the stairs.
“I’m so sorry I was just seeing if anyone was here, I really didn’t mean to break anything, I’m sorry. How much do I owe you for it?” You tell them anxiously.
“Free of charge.” Patty tells you.
“Patty that was a gift from the mayor himself it’s not free of charge.” Abby says.
“Okay well A. the mayor doesn’t like us, I mean that was one crappy gift for saving his butt and b. Holtzmann as broken worse stuff than that since we’ve been here. Also why charge such a lovely lady.” She says walking down the stairs to meet you.
Abby and you meet because you were new to the university and needed help finding a part of the university. You notice her soup dilemma with much understanding.
“Seriously what is this?” You hear someone say as you walk into the lab hoping to find someone who could help you around the building.
As you walk in you see a woman looking at a really bad looking mix of soup.
“Wow that looks like some crap soup.” You interrupt as you walk in.
“Right?! Thank you! At least someone understands.” She says to you.
“Yeah I love soup and the ratio is very important.” You tell her with a smile.
“Thank you! Thank you very much!” Abby says with a smile back.
You get a haircut and you’re not sure Holtzmann is into it
Request (slightly edited): I'm 105% in love with Holtzmann and I'd like one where the reader has a pixie cut but doesn't know if Holtz likes it?
You touch the back of your head nervously, feeling the newly shortened strands in between your fingertips as your hairdresser whips the cape off your shoulders and steps back to admire their handiwork.
“So, [Y/N], what do you think?”
You nibble slightly on your lip, both excited for the change and a little anxious about what people will think. But mostly, you’re excited.
“I love it,” you wind up saying, noting the cool air around your neck in a way unfamiliar to you. You can’t help the grin on your face as you thank them, pay and leave the store.
Heading home, you feel as if there are more eyes on you in the street than usual. There isn’t, but you can’t shake the feeling that a haircut can change how people see you. You begin to wonder what Holtzmann might think about it, having had a bit of a crush on her for a while. You just can’t shake this thought as you continue to walk, and before you know it you’re knocking on her door, pizza in hand.
Almost instantly she opens the door, ushering you inside and smelling faintly metallic.
“Hey! I brought pizza,” you say, greeting her warmly and taking your backpack off from around your shoulders.
“Smells good,” she responds, leading you further inside. “I could really use a break.
Too hungry to ask what she’s working on yet, you throw yourself down on the couch and begin to open the box. She comes back in from the kitchen with glasses and plates, then stops, regarding you.
She places what she’s holding down on the coffee table in front of you and a small confused look appears on her face. She furrows her eyebrows, as if she’s trying to solve a complex problem.
“Stand up?” she asks, and you find yourself complying without question. You’re a tad besotted and would probably do anything she asked of you.
She circles you like you’re prey and you realize she can’t tell what’s different, but can see that something is slightly off. You feel her gaze trail around your body as she continues to try to work out the differences. Subconsciously you touch the back of your head, and her eyes follow the movement of your hand. She comes closer, as you’re a little overwhelmed with her scent and the ever so subtle warmth of her breath. She touches the shorter strands briefly, feeling them in between her fingertips. You can also smell the earthy leather of her gloves in her close proximity.
She stands very close, you almost frozen, and kisses you softly on the brow. It’s entirely affectionate and completely comforting. You find any hesitance you had about her possibly not liking your hair melt away. Stepping back abruptly, she kicks back on the couch and grabs a plate and a slice of pizza, leaving you standing and shocked.
“Nice hair, let’s eat,” she says, taking an enormous mouthful as you try to regain your composure.
Imagine Holtzmann stealing little glances at you. "Holtzmann, why are you staring at me?" You asked. "Cause your face made me." She explained simply. "I don't ever recall-" You began. "I know, you're not supposed to." She spoke before going back to what she was doing.
(Holtzmann x Reader) Word count: 708 Its a bit of a different setting, normally I write after they get together or as they just meet. I really enjoyed changing it up, and I'm proud of this. The way she moved was like a dance, her clothes hung on her every curve as she walked around the restaurant’s converted upper floor. She carried a faint tune of a song across her lips, the music playing in her head that she brought to life. Her voice was soft, quite like a songbird. It hypnotized Holtzmann, subsequently distracting her from doing her work. A fire broke out on Holtzmann’s desk once again. The smoke hit her nose, breaking the trance Y/n had inadvertently put her in. Her face flushed, the woman they hired to do the jobs Kevin couldn’t do was proving a slight menace. A week or two passed by, the number of fire’s rose exponentially. Holtzmann took to confiding in Patty for all her Y/n related issues, “Patty, I don’t know what to do. She’s so entrancing, I can’t think straight when I look at her.” She said, raking her hands through her messy hair, releasing the strands out of the bun that held them. They fell on her shoulder delicately as Patty struggled to think of a good answer. “Holtzy, baby, you need to relax. Try treating her like you treat Erin, but a bit more hands on. You are the only person I know who can flirt with anyone, and I know a lot of people.” Patty said, a smile landing on her face. She had done it again, proving herself as the go to for advice, the mom of the group. Holtz sighed, but her face suddenly changed. Instead of displaying sadness, it showed pure determination. The sun rose and set before Holtzmann got the courage to flirt with Y/N. Although her attempt did not go quite as she planned. She walked over to Y/n’s cluttered desk, leaning in closer to her. “Hiya songbird” Holtzmann said with a wink, laying one arm down and pulling one up to rest her face on. The arm though, hit Y/n’s coffee. Spilling it all over the paper and pens, Y/n snapped up her phone before it could be soaked. “Ah shit, Y/n, I’m sorry.” Holtz said, a blush spreading across her face. “It fine Holtz, I needed to organize anyways” Her voice said, annoyance lacing every word. Although she tried to hide it with a fake cheery voice. “Songbird?” The name confused her, Holtzmann smiled. “You’re always humming, if not singing. Plus who doesn’t love a song bird” Holtzmann said, causing Y/n to blush as they appeared to switch places. Holtz smiling kindly, and Y/n blushing. Although Holtzmann appeared happy her nerves were running high as she waited for the other woman’s reply. Patty had put down her book, and was intently watching the two who seemed to be in their own little world. Erin noticed too, but rolled her eyes and went back to her work. Abby seemed to be too worked up about her soup being an hour and a half late even though they were just a flight of stairs away. Y/n smiled back at Holtz, “You’re too kind” she mumbled out at a loss for words. Once Holtzmann started flirting she felt safe so she dared to go further. She walked closer to Y/n, placing a hand on her lower back. Holtz leaned in to her ear and whispered, just for her, “Maybe I could make you sing for me sometime?” Holtzmann’s breath was hot on Y/n’s neck, the combination of that and the placement of her hand caused her to breathe in sharply. A confused looked danced across Y/n’s face, but after Holtz winked, the confusion was gone. The once light pink blush was now bright red. A faint whisper of “Oh my” slipped out Y/n’s lips. Holtzmann felt scared, maybe Y/n wasn’t okay with that. Those fears were washed way when, a now semi-collected Y/n said, “How about after we go out dinner Friday night?” Holtz smiled, “How does seven sound to you? I’ll pick you up.” She almost started jumping for joy when Y/n said yes. “I should, uhh, clean up the coffee now.” Holtzmann nodded, almost skipping over to Patty. She sat down beside her and just said “Thank you.” Patty smiled, and made a note to her self to add matchmaker to her list of acomplishments. (Thank you to @ace-blogs for proof reading, and minor editing. I really appreciate it)
(Yes I know I take yonks to post buttttttt I like perfection even though this is nooo where near perfect, but better than it would have been if it were rushed xxx)
I looked out of the window of the penthouse Holtzmann and I were staying in, bang in the centre of London, seeing the lights of the city glowing like a night sky.
She had surprised me with this trip, knowing how long I had wanted to visit London. It was a week before Christmas and all I wanted to do was walk along Regent Street and Oxford Street to see the Christmas lights and visit the famous shops like Liberties and Selfridges. I knew it wasn't exactly Holtzmann's cup of tea, but I knew she would enjoy the look on my face as we walked around.
I grabbed my coat off the hanger by the door, calling Holtzmann,
"Babe come on I can't wait any longer to go,” I said, grabbing my scarf and wrapping it around my neck.
"Uh, yeah one moment!" she shouted back from the bedroom.
I wandered over and peered my head around the doorway, to see her sat cross-legged on the bed, on the phone half-dressed, with her shirt unbuttoned and only her trousers on.
"Yeah just use the red screwdriver and screw the top left one in and it should be good," she said into the phone.
“Holtzy, we were supposed to go at 5 and it's 6 now.” I said frustrated, but giving puppy dog eyes which I knew she found hard to resist.
"Uh yeah I just need to help the other back at the firehouse fix the proton packs,” she mumbled, not even looking at me. I felt hurt because we had been planning this trip for almost a year, and she was wasting it on the phone back home the whole time.
"Sometimes I think you love your work more than you love me,” I said, quietly but loud enough that I knew she could hear. As soon as it left my lips I had a pang in my chest at the distraught look on her face, and I knew that it was so wrong to say what I said. I knew she loved her job and me just as much. Before I could reply, her eyes welled with tears and she said a sentence I never thought she'd say.
"Maybe I do."
Part of me wanted to think she said it in spite of the moment and part of me thought it was the truth.
Tears poured from my eyes and I turned away from the door, walking straight out of the hotel room and out into the city, sobbing into my hands. People already started to stare at me crying, so I took a turn into an alley next to the hotel, to release my emotions.
I leant against the cold brick wall, face in my hands to conceal it from any people who may see it from my hiding spot.
I was startled by the sound of rustling from behind some bins at the end of the alley and my head shot out of my hands, eyes glassy and wide.
“Hello?” I half shouted. But there was no reply. However, I was not alone.
A blueish glow rose from behind the bins, and what looked like a small child emerged. However, this was far from your average small child. He was translucent, glowing blue, and looked like he had crawled out of the London slums in the 1800’s.
I opened my mouth to speak to this boy, but the strangest thing happened before I could put a word in. He started stalking towards me, each step heavy on the ground even though he had no physical mass, but with each step, it was as if he aged 5 years.
As his ghostly body came to be in front of me, he was a fully grown man, tall and muscular with a look of anger burning behind his eyes.
I stepped back only for my back to hit the cold brick wall of the alleyway.
At this moment I wished I had never shouted at Holtz, I wish I had stayed, and waited for her to get ready so we could leave, together.
It was the spirit that spoke first.
“I know who you are, you’re the girl who dates the one responsible for sending us back into hell. She's too difficult to use for revenge, but you, you're easy.”
I squeezed my eyes shut preparing for impact, but nothing happened. Or so I thought. Slowly I felt a tingling feeling coursing through my veins, lighting them up in my body. The feeling quickly elevated, the pain it caused becomes more and more prevalent with each second. My eyes opened and the spirits were boring back into mine.
I had never seen a ghost use this sort of skill before, and soon enough the pain became unbearable. It felt as if my blood had been thickened into searing hot black tar, glugging through my veins burning me from the inside out.
I managed to open my mouth slowly, my body crumpling to the ground drowned in the feeling. It was relentless, and I let out a strangled scream, my head touching the cold concrete, my eyes blurring in and out of focus as I looked down to the end of the alley, my last look at hope. A tear dropped from my eye to the ground, as I watched a pair of familiar worn leather boots skid round the corner, bolting towards me almost tripping over her own legs.
Holtz tiny frame dove to cover my own, her tiny frame shielding me, and almost instantly the pain dropped and my body became numb, however the energy that was being inflicted on my body was being directed towards her now, her back that was against mine curling away from me, so her body was in a ball.
Between short quick breaths, she spoke. “Ah… oh god… the…. the grenades… my….. ah…. my pocket.” her voice was strained and my heart clenched at the sight of her writhing in pain. My hand dashed to her pocket, and pressed the button on the grenade launching it at the body of the ghost, the explosion dispersing his body of energy into the air.
I looked down and Holtz was shaking and sweating. I pulled her hand away from her face and lifted her head into my lap.
“Jill, are you ok?” I asked, quickly swiping a stray curl from out of her eyes.
“Yeah baby I'm fine, I'm so sorry I got dressed and came after you straight away, I can't believe how quickly that happened.” she said, coughing
I ran a hand down her arm, and saw her clothes were wet with grit stuck to her clothes from the concrete below us.
“We should change,” I said, stroking a piece of hair out of her face.
She lifted her body from my lap, and her arm slung over my shoulder as it seemed she had gained a slight limp.
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Once we slumped back into our hotel room, she started stripping off her clothes, revealing a network of what looked like branches of lightning covering the expanse of her back, white and raised from her already pale skin.
I took two steps forward and lightly let a fingertip touch it. She sucked in a sharp breath.
“Holtz, what was that thing doing to us?” I asked, retracting my finger quickly because of the visible sound of pain she exhibited.
“It's a new skill they seem to have discovered, we don't know the in’s and outs of it, but it pumps a heavy electric current through your veins, making it thick and leaving an apparently an external imprint from the look of my body.”
She turned and pushed up my sleeves, to reveal similar white patterns across my arms. She sighed letting her arms drop to her sides.
“We should take a bath, it should soothe it,” She said, and I followed her through into the bathroom.
I slipped my boots off, tossing them behind me, shrugging my coat from my shoulders and letting it join my boots. But my eyes never left Holtz back, knelt in front of the bath, playing with the old-fashioned bronze taps, getting the perfect temperature. Her underwear was still on, hair up in her usual do, but wet and covered with grit on one side.
By the time I was fully undressed, she was stood up facing me. She still had pain behind her eyes, and all I wanted to do was stare into them forever, listening to her story without words.
My fingers brushed against the edge of her sports bra, silently asking her a question. She nodded and I gently pulled it over her head, my hands sliding down her sides, hooking my thumbs into her underwear and sliding them down.
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Beneath the tension that hung heavily in the room right now, a spark of excitement still ran through me at the feel of her skin against mine, my back pressed against her front as my fingers danced across her arms that wrapped around my torso.
I watched right before my eyes as the white marks spread across our bodies subsided, no longer angry and raised from our skin.
My smoothed down her arm, and came to her hand, lacing our fingers together.
It didn't matter how many times I touched her, it still made me feel like a coy teenage girl, blushing lightly even at the notion of hand holding.
In a very clumsy and unattractive motion, I managed to turn my body around in the bath, without major water loss over the side of the tub. On my knees in front of her, with her legs spread on either side of me, I cupped her face in my hand.
Her eyes stuck downwards, though, her hands picking at each other.
“Jill, please look at me,” I said, sliding my hand down to cup her chin and looking into her eyes.
“Baby, I'm sorry, what I said was uncalled for, and I know you didn't mean what you said.”
I spoke softly, my thumb gently stroking her cheek in what I hoped was a soothing manner.
In that moment our eyes locked and I had never felt so much love and adoration flow through my body. I leant forward and pressed a kiss to her soft lips. She instantly warmed to the notion, kissing back, her hands hesitantly resting on my bare hips.
The friction of her thumbs circling the hollows beside my hips caused a sigh to slip from my lips, breaking us apart. My hand came down to her breast, lightly pinching her now pert nipple.
My head lowered to gently press kisses along her smooth neck, following the natural movement of her skin, down to where it joins to her shoulder.
I slowly smoothed my hand down her stomach, till it came to rest at her mound. As my teeth pinched her collar bone, my fingers made the first contact with her clit, however, it didn't stay for long as I slipped my fingers down to her entrance, and brought it back up again to her clit, lubricating the bud and hopefully heightening her pleasure. A slight whimper escaped her lips as I began to rub focused circles, and I didn't waste any time increasing my pace, which in return gave me short gasps and light moans into my ear.
I played her body like a well-practised instrument, changing the angle of my hand to create a groan that came from her stomach, and her torso to press up into me.
Within a few more circles, she came with a soft gasp of my name.
I withdrew my hand, deciding that the emotions were too high and recovery from whatever injuries we got from earlier were enough to limit us to just that for tonight. I ran my hand down her arm pulling her body to lay across me, head on my chest as her breathing finally evened out.
“I love you Jillian Holtzmann,” I said into the darkness, my eyes staring at the ceiling, but not enough light for my brain to register anything. I felt her eyelashes brush over my skin softly, assuming that her eyes were closing. The soft yawn she let out a moment later confirmed my hunch.
“I love you too”
