#c;Chantal

[corruptedromi]

[unseendeity]

now there's 3 death books on my to buy list

[onlymingyus]

Love Scene (svthub's cupid for you collab)

pairing; choi seungcheol x f reader

genre; smut (minors dni)

warnings; alcohol, poor knowledge of wine (on my part), pet names, seungcheol is a simp, unprotected sex, manhandling/cheol lifts the reader, mentions of the readers lipstick color (could look different on all skin tones), begging, slight dom!seungcheol, big dick!seungcheol, lingerie kink, fingering, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, cum eating, breeding kink, aftercare

w/c; 5.3k 

svthub cupid for you masterlist

a/n; this is part of the svthub cupid for you collab valentine's gift exchange event. my fic is for my valentine @multi-kpop-fanfics. i hope you enjoy this wifey. i had a lot of fun writing cheollie for you. happy valentines day. i love you. thank you to @wongyuseokie and @onlyhuis for proofreading for me!

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Seungcheol smiles against the wine glass pursed on his lips. You looked beautiful as you listened to the woman drone on about the notes and undertones of the wine that she had been pouring for the two of you to try, but Seungcheol had stopped paying attention three bottles ago. 

“This one is a Cabernet Sauvignon.” 

You hum along with the woman’s words as you bring the glass to your lips, taking a sip of the dark red liquid and letting the dry wine rest on your tongue, trying to taste the notes she was explaining even as you feel Seungcheol’s eyes on your face. 

“A personal favorite and one I know a lot of couples tend to want to take home, especially on evenings like this. Notes of cranberries and dark chocolate. What do you think, Seungcheol?” 

Hearing his name from the host, your boyfriend smiles, looking away from you to pick up the glass, tipping it back quicker than you had. You watch as he swirls the liquid on his tongue, tilting his head only to purse his lips and look at yours as you let them part ever so slightly in amusement. 

“Not my favorite, honestly. Especially if I’m buying a bottle for Valentine’s Day. I want something sweet. Something that will make me feel as good as I do when I look at her.” 

He was being ridiculous, and you couldn’t help but look away, feeling your cheeks burning at his attempts to be sweet. The woman laughs, reaching for the glasses in front of you, and Seungcheol pulls them back towards her before she searches her inventory for the perfect choice as you shake your head. 

“Seriously, Cheol?” 

Smiling, Seungcheol leans to press his lips against your warm cheek, chuckling at the heat under his lips even as you try to pull away, feeling embarrassed by his public display of attention. 

“Of course, I’m serious, Y/N. It’s Valentine’s Day. If there was any day for me to be as cheesy as possible, it’s today, and you look beautiful. I can’t help it…  I think Cupid shot me in the ass because I’m head over heels for you, baby.” 

Scoffing, you push Seungcheol away, listening to his laughter, even as you attempt to hide your laugh, muttering about how stupid he is. 

“Stupidly in love with you.” 

"Ya, could you shut up Choi Seungcheol?” 

Turning back towards you and a now playfully pouty Seungcheol, the woman laughs under her breath as she shows you both a different bottle of wine. 

“This is a Chateau Chantal Cherry Port. This is the sort of dessert wine I would recommend serving with chocolate. Perfect for a day like today.” 

Seungcheol watches your lips pull up into a smile as the dark liquid is poured into two small port glasses and offered to you. He lets you taste it first, listening to the soft sound of appreciation that escapes your lips before he tilts his glass back and his eyes widen. 

“Oh wow…” 

You can only nod along as you watch your boyfriend this time. He had spent the day “stupidly in love” with you, but now you were almost drunk with how much you were clearly enamored with the man. 

“Rich cherries with a bit of tobacco and wood smoke depth makes this port special." 

Neither of you were paying attention to your host at this point, as Seungcheol notices you looking at him, the glass resting on his lips as he finishes what is left in his glass. He needed to get you out of here. What made this special was you, not any underlying notes or fruits or what barrel the wine had been aged in. 

“We’ll take a bottle.” 

You smile, leaning your head back against the wall next to your front door, as Seungcheol’s lips press against the column of your throat. He had barely kept his hands to himself the entire drive home, but you weren’t complaining. You were on fire for him, and it would seem the feeling was mutual. 

Groaning against your skin, Seungcheol’s fingers slide along your arm to your wrist, where your fingers are wrapped around a blue jasmine bouquet he had stopped to pick up on the way home. He tried to be careful, dragging your arm up the wall, knowing you were holding the flowers, but he could feel petals hitting his shirt and hear the soft fluttering as they fell to the ground. 

“Cheol…” 

His brows furrowing at the level of need in your voice as you say his name, Seungcheol rakes his teeth against your throat before pulling back to look at your pretty face, leaning in to press his plush lips to yours. Your lips were almost the same color as the wine that he had bought for the two of you to share for the night, and it was driving him crazy. 

You whimper against his lips, and Seungcheol feels his cock starting to stiffen in his pants, causing him to hiss and lean his forehead against yours in an effort to calm himself down. Your free hand was tugging at his dress shirt under his jacket, pulling it from his pants already, but he had two bags in his hand and a plan for the evening before he wanted to have you on his cock. 

“You are so fucking perfect. I love you so much.” 

Seungcheol feels your smile against his cheek as he leans to brush his lips against your ear to whisper in your ear. He could feel the chill bumps spreading along your skin. As hard as he was making this for himself, he knew it was just as difficult for you not to beg him  to take you to bed. 

“My forever valentine.” 

Your fingernails almost rip at Seungcheol’s shirt as you feel his hot breath against the shell of your ear, but his words cause your heart to swell. He was cheesy, and you couldn’t help but smile, but he was making you fall in love with him all over again. 

“I love you too, Cheol. I–can we just..." 

He knew what you were going to ask. Smiling, Seungcheol shakes his head, making you whine as he pulls back from you, only stopping to kiss you gently before taking your free hand and guiding you towards the kitchen. 

“Not yet. Patience, darling.” 

You did want to have patience, but as you followed Seungcheol into the kitchen, his fingers falling from yours as he laid his bags on the island, you couldn’t take your eyes off him. You knew how important today was to him. Every day with you was important to him, but holidays, no matter how commercial and silly they really were, were important if they could be spent with you and celebrating you. 

“Here, sit down, baby. Let me grab a couple of things.” 

Seungcheol watches you smile as he turns the swiveling high bar stool towards you. He loved your smile. He loved how easily he could make you happy on days like this. Just little actions would have you smiling and giggling for him, and that had Seuncheol’s chest feeling tight with love. 

Turning you back towards the island, Seungcheol leans to kiss your cheek, listening to your soft laughter as he leaves you watching him. He could hear you shifting behind him, but he kept himself to his task: two wine glasses, a plate, and a fork. No matter how much he wanted to take you to bed right away, he needed to practice the patience he expected you to have. 

Crossing your arms on the counter, you lay your chin on your hand, tilting your head slightly while watching your boyfriend complete his tasks. He was effortlessly handsome, and you could imagine every day of the rest of your life spent like this. He made it as easy as breathing. 

He smiled as he looked at you fondly, seeing you with your head resting on the counter. Seungcheol reaches for the bags, taking out the bottle of wine from the vineyard along with a plain box that he had been insistent on stopping to get on the way home. 

“You are so cute. I can’t stand when you look at me like that.” You smile once again, and Seungcheol’s heart beats quicker. “You make it hard for me to tell you no.” 

“Then why would you ever tell me no, Cheol?” 

Shaking his head, Seungcheol carefully opens the wine, letting out a sigh as he holds one of the delicate wine glasses in his left hand and pours some of the deep red liquid into it. 

“I rarely do. I just ask for patience, like right now. I want to do this in the right order. I got you nice things; I want to enjoy them with you and then enjoy you. Is that so terrible?” 

Biting at your lips, you feel your cheeks burning at Seungcheol’s words and his meaning. He was right. You knew he had spoiled you in so many ways, over and over again. Today was no different. You watched how he held the wine glass in his fingers, and it reminded you of how he held you on so many occasions, as if you’d break, like you were precious. 

“It’s not… I just want you so much. I miss you already.” 

Sliding the glass across the bar to you, Seungcheol grins, tilting his head at your wording. You missed him? He was right in front of you, albeit separated by some quartz and wood, but he knew what you meant; he would still make you say it. 

“Is that so? Sweetheart, I’m right here. How could you possibly–” 

"Cheol, you know what I mean.” 

Cutting off his words, you whine out your own, causing Seungcheol to chuckle as he pours his own glass of the port before putting the bottle to the side, picking up his glass, and bringing it to his nose as he swirls the liquid gently in the glass. 

“Why don’t you just tell me, Princess?" 

It wasn’t a question; rather, it was a request, a command. Licking your lips, your eyes move to your wine glass, your fingers running over the stem as your lips pull up into a small smirk, knowing Seungcheol’s eyes are on you. You know he’s watching as you pout your lips slightly and bat your lashes in a way that drives him crazy. 

“I miss your lips on mine; I miss them on my skin. I want you inside of me, baby.” 

Tipping his glass back against his lips, Seungcheol takes a breath through his nose as the wine hits his tongue when you finally tell him what he wants to hear. He would give you what you wanted in due time. Shaking his head, Seungcheol smiles against the delicate glass, lowering his eyes to meet yours as you take your first sip of the wine, letting out a small happy sound to the taste. 

“And I want to be inside of you, and I will be if you can be patient with me. I have a treat for you. It’s a special day, remember?” 

You smile, lifting your shoulders as you nod in response, watching Seungcheol turn the plain white box towards you. You could smell the sweet dessert, but you weren’t entirely sure what it was. It wasn’t until he lifted the lid that your mouth started to water, and you kicked your feet out of happiness. 

“My favorite…” 

“Mm, only the best for you, darling. The last slice of red velvet cake from your favorite bakery. I called ahead to make sure she put it back for me. Are you happy?” 

Lifting the fork, Seungcheol smiles, watching you nod as he cuts off the tip of the cake before turning the bite towards you and letting you lean in to take it from the fork. Watching your eyes close and listening to the sound of your pleasure from enjoying your favorite dessert causes his smile to widen, with his eyes closing very slightly. It was almost better than sharing it with you, just watching you enjoy it on your own. 

“It’s perfect. You have to try some. It’s perfect with the port. Let me?” 

With your fingers sliding over his, you take the fork from Seungcheol, cutting off the next bite of red velvet cake and offering it to him as he continues to smile at you. It’s only after urging him to take it, the crumb of the cake brushing against his lips, that your boyfriend takes the bite from the fork, his brows furrowing to the sweet taste, and he closes his eyes, savoring it. 

Taking another bite, you hum happily as Seungcheol runs his thumb along his lips to push away any remaining crumbs. Watching you eat, Seungcheol brings his wine to his lips with a smile as he uses his free hand to scroll through his phone. The atmosphere was almost perfect. The two of you in the comfort of your house, your favorite cake in front of you, shared the perfect dessert wine, but the sound of music made you look surprised. 

“Dance with me?” 

Seungcheol’s fingers run along your hand as you drop the fork on the mostly empty plate as Florence & The Machine’s Stand by Me plays quietly from the phone resting on the kitchen counter. You can only nod, letting your boyfriend spin your chair away from the island as he grins at you and your serious expression. Helping you down from the stool, Seungcheol slides his fingers around your waist, pulling you flush against his body as he takes the lead, swaying with you to the rhythm of the music. 

“What is that look for? It’s your favorite…” 

Of course, it was. Of course, he remembered. Leaning your cheek against his shoulder, you smile, closing your eyes as Seungcheol hums along with the words to the song until you finally speak. 

“This is perfect, Cheol. You’ve done too much.” 

Humming as he considers your words, Seungcheol leans his head back so he can look down at you, causing you to look up at him as he does. You watch as he shakes his head, finally disagreeing with you. Gentle fingers caress your cheek before Seungcheol allows his hand to rest against the side of your neck, keeping you grounded as if you might float away from him. 

“Never enough. I love you, and it’s Valentine’s day… I’m just enjoying your company. I’m enjoying that pretty look on your face when you like something.” 

Pouting slightly, you watch as Seungcheol smiles into a laugh, leaning to gently press his lips against your pout. 

“No more pouting, sweetheart. Finish this dance with me….hm?” 

Your lips pull up against Seungcheol’s lips as his fingers trail along your neck and up against the side of your hair. Your skin was starting to feel warm again at his attention. You were wanting him badly again, feeling his body so close to yours even as the sweet words of the song attempted to keep you in the moment. 

Hearing your soft whimper when he pulls back from your lips, Seungcheol bites at his bottom lip as he lets you turn in front of him, his fingers loosely holding yours. With a gentle tug, he pulls you back into his arms as the song ends, and your eyes once again find his desire burning just under the surface. 

Seungcheol smiles, his teeth slowly sliding from his bottom lip as he shakes his head, trying to keep himself in check as you look at him like that. You listen to his gentle sigh as you feel his fingers work the zipper of your dress down your back. The weight of the material causes your dress to slide forward on your shoulders when Seungcheol takes a step back from you to press his fingers under your chin, tilting your head up towards him. 

“Have I told you how beautiful you are today? How much I love you in this dress?” 

Watching you smile, your head tilting, Seungcheol trails his fingers back up your arms to where your dress was precariously resting on your shoulders. With a gentle brush of his fingers, your dress falls to the floor, a discarded pile at your feet as his eyes move over your body. 

“But I love this even more. Shit, baby…” 

Seungcheol groans, moving his hands to your waist before scratching his nails lightly down to your hips to rest his palms over the burgundy lace that covered your body. You were driving him crazy, his cock now throbbing hard in his pants as Seungcheol’s eyes dilated, looking at you in the bodysuit. 

“Do you like it?”

Letting out a breath at your question, Seungcheol shakes his head, trying to come up with the right words, before just taking a step back and lifting his hand to rub his palm over his mouth in awe. Watching you turn in front of him, showing him every angle, your boyfriend can only scoff as you let out a playful laugh, lowering your lashes when you face him once again. That was the last straw. 

“Don’t ask silly questions, sweetheart.” 

You start to defend yourself when you find yourself lifted off your feet. Wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, you smile against Seungcheol’s lips as he groans to the feeling of your body flush with his as he starts the walk towards the bedroom. 

“I remember how to walk, Cheol.” 

“I don’t give a fuck." Your back hits the bed, and you feel the breath get knocked out of your lungs as Seungcheol looks down at you from the side of the bed like you were something to eat. “I wanted you here at my pace." 

Seungcheol grins as your teeth catch your red lips, pulling at them as you try to hide how much you like his words. He knew how much you liked him manhandling you and how much you were going to like everything that was going to happen to you. 

“Mm, I’m here. What are you going to do with me now, sir?" 

Fuck, you were trying to kill him. Shaking his head, Seungcheol chuckles as you tease him with not only your words but also your toes running along the inseam of his dress pants. He groans as you bite your lips, working your foot all that much closer towards his leaking cock, still trapped behind layers of clothing. 

“Exactly what you asked me for in the kitchen, darling.”

Watching Seungcheol’s hands move along his torso to undo his shirt, you laugh quietly at his words, knowing he would keep his promise. Your eyes follow his every move just as they do when your back arches and your legs cross, allowing you to press your thighs together, giving you some much needed relief from the arousal soaking into the lace barely covering your pussy. 

Clothes hit the floor in different corners until Seungcheol finally lets out a breath of relief, wrapping his hand around his cock and stroking himself slowly. With his free hand, he pries your legs open, only to then bring down his palm hard on your inner thigh, granting himself a half moan, half whine from your pretty lips to the pleasurable sting. 

“Keep your legs open. With how you are acting, I might as well have let you grind on a pillow while I was getting undressed, princess. Are you that fucking needy?” 

You can only furrow your brows and nod, your fingers running along the lace covering your breasts and stomach as Seungcheol’s hands press into your thighs and trace your curves along your hips to your ass and back to your thighs once again. 

“Dying to be touched that badly? Are you ruining your present for me? I liked this piece of lingerie, but I’m more than willing," You whined, hearing and feeling the sound of lace ripping at your hips as Seungcheol’s fingers dug into the delicate material. “To replace it. I’m not, however, patient enough to fucking figure out how to get you out of it. I’d rather fuck you while you are in it.” 

Lifting your hips, your eyes move down to where Seungcheol’s fingers slide under the torn lace. You watch as he smirks, digging his fingers into the burgundy material, watching how easily it gives way to his strength before he moves his fingers to the center of your legs, running two fingers over the wet patch that had grown exponentially with his actions. 

“You like that idea, don’t you, my pretty little slut?” 

Seungcheol watches you lick your lips before you nod and rock your hips against his fingers. He knew you like the back of his hand. 

“Yes…fuck. Please, Cheol? I don’t want to wait anymore. I’ve wanted you all day long.” 

You were so greedy, and he loved that about you. He was just as greedy, if not more. Grinning, Seungcheol leans down to run his tongue along the lace as he hooks a finger under it. Soon, your whines turn into full blown moans as Seungcheol runs his knuckle along your folds before circling your leaking entrance slowly with his index finger. 

Pushing into your soft, tight walls, Seungcheol groans against the wet lace, furrowing his brows. You were addictive, from your sounds to your taste. He knew you didn’t want to wait, but he didn’t want to hurt you. He could feel you squeezing around his finger like a vice, and that already had his cock twitching against your thigh at the thought of being inside of you. 

“Please….just —” 

You let out a soft, breathy whine as Seungcheol kisses your thigh, sliding a second finger into you beside his first. You wanted to complain that it wasn’t his cock, but when he rolls his fingers back towards the top of your pussy with perfect precision, the words leave your mind as quickly as they had entered them. 

Seungcheol grunts, running his lips against your soft skin, feeling your slick arousal coating his fingers. He wanted to get his tongue on you. He wanted this lace out of his way, but at the same time, he didn’t want it off of you. Seungcheol hadn’t been lying about wanting to fuck you in it, so there was only one thing to be done. 

“Cheol!” 

A smirk causes Seungcheol’s lips to pull up to one side when you yell his name, feeling your lingerie give way between your legs as he uses his fingers to rip the lace apart. With nothing in his way, Seungcheol slides his fingers back into your warm pussy and runs his tongue between your folds, groaning as he circles the tip around your clit, feeling you buck your hips up against his mouth. 

You feel your stomach tightening as your orgasm starts to take over quickly with Seungcheol’s relentless actions, but it isn’t until a third finger is carefully worked in with the others that you fall over the edge. Your head thrown back against the bedding, you lace your fingers into Seungcheol’s hair, moaning his name as you cum around his fingers, feeling him smile against your folds. 

“Mm…fuck.” 

His words are muffled against your pussy as Seungcheol lets his fingers carefully slip from you, and his tongue replaces them in order to collect as much of your cum as possible. Only when your thighs shake around his head and you whimper his name, begging for him to give you a break, does Seungcheol move his mouth from between your legs, opting to press soft, wet kisses to your thighs. 

“You are trying to kill me.” 

Lips once again, pulling up at your words, Seungcheol shakes his head, nipping at your thigh, causing you to whine at feeling overstimulated once again, tugging at his hair to make him stop. 

“I’m not. I just like watching you tremble like that. You are so fucking pretty. You taste so good. I could eat you out all day long.” 

You wanted to reiterate your words after hearing his. It felt like he was trying to kill you as you felt Seungcheol’s hands sliding along your legs and up your sides as he moved between your legs to lay over you. You found yourself pouting only to hear him chuckle and to feel Seungcheol’s lips press against yours to soften the pout before the kiss turned into something much deeper and filled with longing. 

Seungcheol’s fingers press into your side next to your breast before he groans against your lips, rolling his hips to meet yours and feeling your wet folds against his aching cock. You were warm and wet, and if anyone felt like they were dying right now, it was him. He wanted to give you time to calm down after your first orgasm, but he was also aching to be inside of you after prepping you. 

“Mm, baby, you feel so good. I just…fuck.” 

You could hear the strain in his voice as you felt him rutting between your legs. Your thighs were still trembling; all you could manage were soft moans and begs against Seungcheol’s lips for him to get inside of you. At first, you aren’t sure he understands you until you feel the head of his cock press into you, and his hips slowly move to meet yours. 

The stretch, even after all of his prep, is intense. Seungcheol is a large man, from his arms to his chest and all the way to his cock, now buried inside of you as he stays still for a moment, waiting for you to adjust. Eyes locked on your face, Seungcheol takes a deep breath, feeling your walls tighten around him, causing his head to spin before you take a breath of your own and whisper his name. 

“Pl—please…need it. I want you to. You feel so good, baby. You are so big, Cheol.” 

Everything you said was bad for Seungcheol’s ego. You were always making him feel like he was the most important thing in the world and in the bedroom like he was the only man you would ever need again in your life. That was all he needed and wanted. He wanted you ruined for anyone else. He wanted to leave an imprint of himself inside of you so that you would never forget that you were his, and if you needed a reminder, he would be there every single day of your life to give it to you. 

Lips brushing against your ear, Seungcheol groans your name like a prayer. His pace quickens as he buries his cock deep inside of you. Pulling your leg up to his hip, he hisses at the feeling of your nails scratching at his biceps before thrusting hard, making you cry out in pleasure. 

“Put your leg around me, baby. I want you to cum on my cock.” You nod, letting him help you wrap your leg around his hip so that your foot rests on the top of his ass, the new angle causing you to see stars along with his words. “I fucking love the feeling of your cum on my dick, baby. Give it to me." 

Between Seungcheol’s words and the way his cock was dragging along your walls, you didn’t stand a chance of lasting much longer. The coil winding tighter and tighter snaps as Seungcheol’s teeth rake along the side of your neck, and you see white. 

With your walls gripping his cock like a vice, Seungcheol groans against your neck, his breath caught in his throat as he feels your cum coat his length with every deep thrust into your heavenly pussy. Holding your thigh tightly, Seungcheol leans back to look down at you as he starts to chase his own high. 

"God, I’m so close. Wanna leave you full of me...dripping, so I can fuck it back into you.” 

Your cheeks burn at Seungcheol’s dirty mouth, and your eyes close, causing him to chuckle before you hear his pleasured groan, knowing he truly is getting close. You could feel him getting closer. All the signs that you had grown to know over your time with him were the same. The way he would pull you closer, his hand almost bruising your skin, his hot breath on your jaw, and the way he would bury himself as deep as possible inside of you, intent on filling you fully. 

Seungcheol’s choked groans fill your ears as he falls over the edge. His warm cum spilled into you, only to be fucked back into you with deep, smooth thrusts. Catching his breath, Seungcheol smiles as he feels cum begin to seep from you and between your thighs, knowing he had done exactly what he had promised. 

Leaning back on his hand, Seungcheol groans. He helps you rest your leg back on the bed and off to the side as he continues to slowly push the mixture of his cum and yours back into your tender pussy. He could feel himself softening and how he was overstimulating himself, but it was worth it to hear your soft whimpers and to watch the cum drip from you and around his cock as you ran your fingers between your folds and through the sticky mess, much to his delight. 

“Shit…yes. Does that feel good, baby? You gonna give me one more? Use that cum to get off around me one more time tonight." 

Meeting your eyes, Seungcheol nods along with you as you roll your hips over his cock and your fingers, letting yourself cum one last time. Your eyes closing, and you let out a soft breath and whispered his name as your boyfriend slipped from you with a soft groan. You feel his plush, perfect lips work from your jaw to your lips before the bed feels suddenly empty for a few moments. 

Exhaustion keeps you from searching for Seungcheol as he sits on the edge of the tub, running his fingers under the taps, letting the water come to the perfect temperature. Leaning towards the door every few seconds, he checks to make sure you haven’t moved, only to smile at seeing you breathing softly, your eyes still closed as you rest, waiting for him. 

After a few minutes, you feel your lips once again press against yours, bringing you back to reality as Seungcheol’s arm moves under your back and the other under your legs. He simply grins against your cheek, hearing your soft mutters of how you could walk before he sits you on the toilet and runs his fingers over your hair, watching you finally open your eyes to look up at him. 

“Hi…” 

“Hi yourself. I ran a bath and brought the rest of our wine in here. Does that sound good?” 

Nodding, you smile, causing him to do the same. You let him help you back to your feet once you were ready. Holding on to your arms, Seungcheol helps you into the bath before sliding in behind you and letting you rest your back on his chest, his fingers running along the stem of a wine glass, the other hand resting on your stomach. 

You can’t help but smile as you bring your wine to your lips, taking a sip of the sweet wine before leaning your head back against his shoulder and feeling his lips press to the side of your head. You were exhausted, but this had been the perfect Valentine’s day. Seungcheol was the perfect Valentine, and he was your forever Valentine. 

“I love you, Y/N.” 

Seungcheol’s lips against your ear; his words cause your skin to erupt with chill bumps and for you to laugh into your words as you turn to meet his lips speaking against his. 

“I love you too, Cheol. Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.” 

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Dancing under the Moonlight | Chapter 5. Shattered

Bradley Bradshaw x OC Reader (Nickname Honey)

Summary: After the Uranium Mission, Bradley Bradshaw decides he wants to settle down. Maybe even start a family at some point in time. But he felt so tired (and old) to be in the dating scene. That's until he sees a beautiful new bartender at The Hard Deck. Not only that; turns out she's Penny's niece, Beatrice. They both hit it off amazing, but for some reason, Beatrice isn't letting her walls down yet. But Bradley is going to get to the bottom of what Bea's big secret is.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, drinking, mentions of past abuse, fluff, Bradley's kind of a dick in this chapter, slut shaming, eventually smut 18+, age gap (24 & 35)

Hello everyone, I'm really sorry about being absent for the past couple weeks. this chapter is also a little bit short. Love you all😊

You were getting ready for your shift at the bar again, already feeling the jitters once again. But they aren't the nervous, unsettling jitters. They were the fuzzy, exciting kind, something you’ve never had before and finally feeling complete with yourself, and the life you feel comfortable in.

As you were putting the finishing touches to your outfit you decided to call Bradley and ask him if he was coming tonight. You messaged him just a couple of times throughout the day but there was silence on his end. He was probably busy with work, and you didn’t want to bother him. So for right now, you’ll just wait and see.

You hear a knock at your door and see aunt Penny, she looked absolutely beautiful. Her hair was curled, and a touch of makeup on. With a beautiful wrap dress. The only person you could think of is your mom helping her with this. She always encouraged her to wear makeup, saying she looks like a princess every time. “Don’t you look pretty?” you say to her with a cheeky grin.

“Pete’s taking me out on a date, wanting to look nice. Are you feeling okay with Jimmy tonight?” she asked you. Making sure you won't have another episode like the last time. 

“I’ll be fine Aunt Penny, plus C will be with me tonight, she’ll be there to keep me calm.” You glad Chantal was able to come out with you tonight, she would be able to keep you on common ground, and in a peaceful mindset other than Bradley. Not to mention Natasha might be there tonight too.

You just give her a nod of confirmation, to let her know that you would be fine tonight. So you both go downstairs and see Amelia and Chantal and Pete sitting in the living room talking with one another, they see you both coming down the stairs and stand up to come greet you.

You were going to grab your purse from the door when you felt a hand on your shoulder, you turned around and jumped a little bit when you saw Pete.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I was wondering… if you talk to Bradley at all today. I didn’t want to assume anything, it just seemed you two have been talking and a little bit more closer with each other.” 

You give him a reassuring smile and wave him off. “Don’t worry Pete, it’s fine. But no, I tried to call him but I keep getting his voicemail.” When you look back at him he gives you a serious look. You were starting to get worried now about Bradley.

“I didn’t see much of him today. But from what I could see from today, he wasn’t in the best shape.” Your heart rate starts to quicken a little bit, maybe wondering if you should have called or messaged him throughout the day. Suddenly a pool of guilt was filling your stomach, wishing it wasn't there at all.

“But if he's there, just check up on him.Make sure he’s better. Okay?” you automatically give him a yes, even if he didn’t ask you, you would have still done it. You finally have a person in your life you can trust. Feel comfortable around. You're just hoping he’s comfortab;e around you so he can tell you how he really is.

Let’s see.

When we arrive at the Hard Deck, we see Bob and Nat outside smoking. C couldn’t even park the car before hoping out and running over to Nat in a bone crushing hug and kiss.

You chuckle to yourself when walking up to them. You're happy that she has someone to care for and about her. To be with someone that she can be happy and safe with. 

You and Bob just take in the glory of your best friends finally finding happiness, and make some conversation, and wait until they're both done sucking face . After that is over, you all make your way into the very crowded bar.

When you make it halfway to the bar top, you spot the sandy blond aviator, and have a bright smile beam on your face so hard it makes your cheeks hurt.

You are almost about to tap him on the shoulder when you hear the most repulsing things come out of his mouth.

Probably fucking around with other guys. Fuckin slut.

You have never felt your heart shatter more than ever. Probably even more painful when Zeke used to hurt you. All of the emotional and physical pain. That was down the drain. This. Right here, right now was the absolute worst moment of your life.

Your whole body stiffens when you realize everybody's eyes are on you. 

You are making sure to not let the tears fall down, and waving off anybody who is trying to talk to you. You finally have a little feeling back in your body and make your way back out to the front.

Once you're out there, you let all the raw, angry, sad emotions let out of your system.

You have never felt more stupid in your entire life, until this very moment. Thinking you could finally have a normal, stable life and with a guy you really liked-

“I thought you would be here Honey?” Your blood runs cold, your whole body stiffens when you hear that low, groggy voice you thought you would never hear again.

“Zeke?”

Please don't hate me. It will be more interesting in the next chapter. 🤭🤭

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[shark-myths]

do you have any book recs for books about girls that feel like girl out boy. i want to read about girls but i don't want to read about fall out boy yk

I love this question! I am constantly seeking for books that feel like Girl Out Boy because I want to live in that muggy girlspace at all times. These cut a wide swath of genres and probably only 2 of them are genuine read-alikes in tone; the rest share a headspace or ethos or were otherwise important in shaping that world. I would love to collect other peoples’ recommendations on this question, so please chime in!

Nonfiction:

Hunger Makes Me a Modern Girl by Carrie Brownstein

Any book by Melissa Febos

Dead Blondes and Bad Mothers by Sady Doyle

The First Collection of Criticism by a Living Female Rock Critic by Jessica Hopper

The Riot Grrrl Collection ed. by Lisa Darms

Fiction:

The Scapegracers series by H.A. / August Clarke—the most GOB thing I have ever read in my life!

Supper Club by Lara Williams

Anything Resembling Love by S. Qiouyi Lu

We Were Witches by Ariel Gore

It Goes Like This by Miel Moreland

Last Night at the Telegraph Club by Malinda Lo

You Know I’m No Good by Jessie Ann Foley

When We Were Magic by Sarah Gailey

The Summer of Jordi Perez by Amy Spalding

Juliet Takes a Breath by Gabby Rivera

Pages for You by Sylvia Brownrigg

The First Rule of Punk by Celia C. Perez

Moxie by Jennifer Mathieu

Ramona Blue by Julie Murphy

We Are Okay by Nina LaCour

Girl Mans Up by M.E. Girard

Passing Strange by Ellen Klages

Girls on Fire by Robin Wasserman

Post-Traumatic by Chantal V. Johnson

Comics:

Bitch Planet by Kelly Sue DeConnick

Squad by Maggie Tokuda-Hall

Man-Eaters by Chelsea Cain

Paper Girls by Brian K Vaughn

Girl Town by Casey Nowak

The Deep Dark by Molly Knox Ostertag

Okay, I'm stopping myself now, because this is clearly just becoming a "Book About Women Sharks Want You To Read". And I could go on, and on, and on. Please let me know if you read and like any! Reading and talking about reading are my favorite things in the world.

Go forth and read about girls!

[honeyjars-sims]

2.27 Old Wounds

TRIGGER WARNING: This post contains C-PTSD flashbacks relating to child abuse. While not graphic, please use your own discretion in continuing with this post if those topics are triggering or upsetting to you.

Bonnie: I just wanted to say thanks to everyone for coming out to celebrate my birthday with me. We’ve been through a lot as a family, but I’m so glad that we’re all here together now.

Johnny: Happy birthday, Mom!

Chantal and Destiny: Happy birthday!

Trinity: Just cut the cake already!

[laughter]

Johnny: So you’re the kid who’s dating my little sister. What’s your deal? Got a job yet?

Demarcus: No, sir, I’m only 12.

Johnny: Hmm. Well, I hope you’re treating my sister right. I know how 12-year-old boys are. I was one, after all.

[Johnny starts to put his hand on Demarcus’ shoulder]

Demarcus: Ah! Don't hurt me!

[Johnny has a flashback of Jimmy: Don't be such a brat and I won't have to!]

Johnny: I won't, why would you think that?

Demarcus: I dunno. Isn’t that what big brothers do?

Johnny: No! I was just messing with you. I would never…I’ll be back.

[Johnny goes to the bathroom to compose himself] 

Bonnie: [holding Darien] And there’s your Auntie Chantal!

Chantal: Hey sweet boy!

Destiny: Sorry Mom, I’m gonna have to take him back so I can put him down for a nap. 

Bonnie: Aw, sweet dreams little guy! [to Chantal] Doesn’t he make you want one of your own?

Chantal: Nope! I’m done with men anyhow.

Bonnie: I can’t blame you for that one. They cause nothin’ but trouble.

[The front door opens]

Trinity: Dad!

Jimmy: Hey princess! I thought I’d stop by to say hello since I didn’t get to see you this weekend.

Chantal: Mom, what the fuck? Why is he here?

Bonnie: Jimmy, I told you not to come!

Jimmy: Relax, I’ll just be a second. Hey, Johnny! Listen, I've been wanting--

Chantal: Don’t you fucking get near him!

Destiny: Stay back, Jimmy!

Jimmy: I just want to apologize!

[Chantal and Destiny block Jimmy from getting near Johnny. Johnny runs out of the apartment]

Bonnie: Johnny! Wait!

[Everyone follows Johnny outside]

Chantal: Jimmy, get the fuck out of here before I fucking end you!

Destiny: Leave, Jimmy!

Jimmy: Fine, I’m leaving! This wouldn’t be a problem if he wasn’t such a pussy.

Destiny: [to Bonnie] We’ve got him.

Johnny: [to Chantal] Please take me home.

Bonnie: Johnny, I’m so sorry, I told him not to come. I–

Chantal: Stop! You’ve done enough. Let’s go, bubs.

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[hopetorun]

i'd love to hear your beliefs about the tension in their relationship because i'm a very nosy bitch but obviously only if you feel like it!

lol well i did offer! beliefs is a strong word, tbh. more of a like ... is this stuff true? i don't know. but if i were writing a story where i wanted to have tension in that relationship, these are the places i would be inclined to introduce that tension. maybe there is tension in some of these places in real life! that's none of my beeswax.*

anyway: some places i think it is plausible that there's tension in the relationship, or at least plausible enough to play with in fiction. receipts on these where i can find them, sorry if they're paywalled but them's the breaks.

*unless they make it part of their public narrative

back in 2022 matthew was on the athletic hockey podcast and he talked about feeling "like a babysitter" when keith visits and how much keith enjoys being one of the guys. now mostly i think they probably have a pretty good time, but babysitter is a word choice there. i don't think it's a stretch to imagine that having your retired dad show up at your workplace and becoming the life of the party to relive his glory days could be ... trying.

not to beat around the bush but they're both opinionated guys! opinionated and chatty! and as a result you get: keith slamming the panthers on the radio. matthew sticking his nose into brady's contract negotiations (brady being grimace emoji about it). like, we know for a fact that the radio thing bothered matthew! and there's plenty of opportunities for one or both of them to offer unsolicited opinions that don't go over well.

to the previous point: i considered not including that because it's not as speculative as the others on the list. but it's definitely something i'd draw on if i was writing a story where their relationship is tense.

look, i'm not a man and not only am i not a man but i don't have any brothers and my dad died four and a half years ago and he never talked about his dad. so i can't claim to be an expert on the fathers-and-sons relationship dynamic. but why would i let that stop me from speculating wildly!

anyway: legacies. oldest sons. expectations. @ohtemporas touched on this briefly earlier, the way there's often an extra pressure on the oldest kid to be the same-gender-parent's legacy. do what i did. represent me well in the world. and i don't think it's even particularly weird for that to potentially lead to some conflicting feelings if all that legacy building leads to you being surpassed in some way. that's just human! especially for competitive people, and as i have said on this website before: no one becomes a professional athlete without being competitive.

here's keith being presented with matthew's 99th point puck from the 21-22 season, which his then-teammate did up with the writing for this specific purpose. chantal thinks this is SO funny. do think maybe being conflicted about being surpassed makes him not proud of matthew? no. but people can be complicated.

speaking of people being complicated: that one post-game after matthew scored 5 points on the blues. i think the tension between keith wanting his own team's success and wanting his sons' success isn't something people were making up out of whole cloth. but maybe it was especially noticeable when matthew was still in the western conference? i feel like it got dialed back after the trade. lol.

i'm mentioning it only because otherwise someone else might: i don't care about the hat thing. i think it's silly. if i was asked to throw my favorite hat onto the ice at an nhl game just because some schlub scored three goals i probably wouldn't.

a few concluding thoughts

i don't think any of this means they have a bad relationship! mostly i think that no two people have a perfect relationship where they agree on everything and never butt into each other's business uninvited and never hurt each other's feelings, because that's impossible.

i'm not making some counterpoint list of all the reasons i think they love each other. someone else can. i don't think having high expectations of someone means you hate them and i don't think anyone spends their time and money following their son's hockey team around the country on a road trip hoping to see him score his 100th point out of hatred or spite.

maybe i'm wrong about all of this and they've hated each other since 2002 and someday we'll get a tell-all story and people can come into my ask box or whatever and tell me how wrong i was. i don't care. all rpf characterization is fake. i watched keith froth at the mouth in the stands at the 2016 wjc every time someone so much as breathed on matthew, though, so i don't think i'm wrong.

[holylulusworld]

Bearded Beast - Kinktober 13

Summary: A sex tape. Andy Barber. And you.

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Kink: Beard fetish 😈

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: angst, coercion, extortion, sex tapes, smut, unprotected sex, possessive Andy, hand around throat, rough sex, creampie, doggy style, I’ll label this one dub-con, beard kink, degrading kink, dom/sub underlines, dirty talk, praising, choking (a hint, arm and hand)

A/N: Please read the warnings for this story. It contains scenes of dub-con.

Words: 1,9 k

Kinktober 2022

You thought he was a nice guy. You thought he was the domestic dream. You thought he’ll treat a woman right.

You were wrong. 

While you lie next to him, covered in his cum and bruises again, you think about how you ended up in the bearded beast’s clutches.

It’s a short but intense story…

“Morning, Professor Barber,” you give your new colleagues a soft smile. 

He’s new to town, freshly divorced, and a loner. That’s why you made it your mission to help him settle in. You already helped him chose wallpapers for his house and baked a pie for him.

“How was your weekend?”

“You know…boring…lonely,” he sheepishly replies. Andy is always a little shy when you are around, and it makes you wonder if you are too pushy. “I finished the kitchen. Maybe I can take you up on that promise and you cook for me one day.”

“I’d like that, Andy.”

You watch Andy run his hand over his beard, humming as you try not to stare. He can never know you have a weakness for bearded men.

Especially when they look like Andy…

“No horny thoughts, Y/N”, you think to yourself as you watch Andy talk to one of your colleagues. She touches his bicep, making you square your jaw. “Stop staring at your colleague. He’s not on the menu. Even if his beard is to die for, you barely know the man.”

You decide the moment Andy starts shamelessly flirting with Sarah Ann, that he’s not the man he thought he is. Your bad that you believed he’s into you.

In the coming weeks, you will keep your distance and stop pretending something is going on between you and Andy.

A few weeks later you feel Andy’s eyes on you. He always seems to be around and tries to talk to you.

“Morning, Y/N. How was your weekend?”

“Always the same,” you lick your lips. It’s been a while since you talked to Andy. He was busy flirting with every female colleague at the college you are working at. “I guess yours was a little more exciting.”

Andy furrows his brows at your angry tone. “Exciting?”

“I heard you made plans with Sarah Ann or was it, Allison? No, it was Chantal,” you quip. You’re angry at yourself for falling for a man not being interested in you. “If you would excuse me now. I got to check on my appointments.”

“Y/N, what’s wrong with you lately,” Andy acts as if you didn’t just tell him what’s wrong. “Wait. Don’t run away from me.”

He grabs your arm and stops you from running off. “You won’t turn your back on me when I’m talking. Got it?” you end up pressed against the wall in the hallways leading toward your office. “I asked you a question!”

“I got it.”

You breathlessly reply. Something in Andy’s eyes tells you to not talk back right now. His hands grip your upper arms to hold you against the wall.

“You promised to cook for me and then, you made yourself scarce. I don’t like people making promises they don’t keep.”

“I thought you are busy with all the other women roaming your house,” he smirks as you look up at him with wide eyes. “You don’t need me.”

“I decide what I need, kitten,” he leans closer to whisper in your ear. “After work, you’ll come to my office. I want to show you something.”

“I-no,” you try.

“Do I have to repeat myself?” his voice a little rougher he purrs in your ear. “Answer me!”

“No. I-I’ll be there.”

“Good girl…”

“Andy, I don’t like this one bit. What you did this morning was a no-go. I won’t let you treat me like that ever again. I thought we are on good terms or can become friends. But now I know, you are a little too aggressive for me.”

“Y/N, I will tell you this only once,” he steps closer to cup the back of your neck. “I had some fun, that’s true.” 

Andy smirks darkly as you lick your lips and you stare at his beard again.

“But, I know having my way with you will be so much more fun,” he dips his head to whisper the next part. “I know you imagined being with me.”

“That’s in the past,” you try to sound strong. Seeing Andy with other women hurt. You won’t let him pretend you are someone special only to treat you like trash too.

“I was afraid you would tell me so.”

He steps away, and you sigh in relief. “Good. If you would excuse me now.”

You want to leave, but Andy is fast to lock the door.

“You won’t leave. I said I was afraid you would tell me no so…” he grins while unlocking his phone. “I made sure you won’t.”

“What do you mean?” you wonder aloud as he pushes his phone into your hands. “I don’t understand.”

“Have a look at the video.”

“Video?” you swallow thickly as he presses start for you. “See, I got a nice friend helping me find shit on the world wide web.”

You would chuckle at his dad word for the internet, but you are too busy staring at the video in shock.

“No…that’s impossible. He said he deleted it.”

“The world wide web never forgets, kitten.”

Andy’s eyes drop to your chest. “I wonder how you will look when I fill you with something bigger than the pitiful stick that guy calls his cock.”

“Why are you showing me this?” you ask, already knowing the answer. “Andy?”

“I wanted to ask you out, but,” he chuckles darkly, “this would take time and a lot of convincing. You would want flowers and compliments. I only want to know how you feel around me.”

“What do you want? A one-night stand.”

“Oh, kitten,” he’s on you again to run his hands all over your body. His lips and teeth nip at your neck as you try to fight your body, “I don’t want a quickie and to never see you again. You will become my toy. Whenever I want to fuck you, you’ll only ask how and where.”

“What?”

“If you don’t become mine, the video will get released on the college server. Every student and all of our colleagues will see what a naughty little slut you are.”

“He was my boyfriend and…”

“Look again,” he steps away to allow you to watch the video again. “You should take your time and look at his face.”

“What? The dean? I never had sex with the dean. That’s not…no…”

“You see, my friend can manipulate videos, photos, and websites,” Andy laughs as you throw his phone against the wall. “This won’t delete the video, kitten.”

“Why did you do it?”

“I wanted to make sure you are going to be my good girl.”

You stare at him, eyes glued to his thick beard. He cannot know that his beard turns you on, or that you give shit that he tries to extort you. 

All you ever wanted was to be someone’s little sex toy. You yearn for a man degrading and using you in the bedroom and taking care of you afterward. 

Sadly, none of your former boyfriends satisfied your cravings.

“Andy-“ you squeak when he grabs your arm to bring you close to his chest. He looks down at you, smirking darkly. 

“You are going to play by my rules now,” he twirls you around to bend you over his desk, knocking his laptop over on his way. 

You shriek, but don’t fight Andy when he shoves your skirt up to reveal your soaked panties to him. “Andy.”

“Fuck, you are a little slut, aren’t you? I bet you whored your way around the college for years. Did you spread your legs for everyone here to get your fill?” 

He’s calling you slut, whore, and worse as he fumbles with your panties. “Lay still or I’ll cut you,” Andy warns as he uses the scissor on his desk to cut a hole in your panties. “That’s much better. A hole to use only for me.”

“Andy.”

The next moments are haze. You can hear his zipper come down and end up in his arms. One large hand wraps around your throat as he rubs his cock over your clit. “Be good.”

You close your eyes and let Andy bend your body to his will. His arm wraps around your throat as he lines himself up, thrusting hard to fill you in one go.

He immediately covers your mouth with his free hand to make sure no one can hear you squeak and moan. “Fuck, you’re still so tight for a slut. I bet I can ruin this cunt once and for all.”

“Hmph…” you don’t get to talk back. Not with Andy starting to slide in and out at you. He doesn’t go slow or let you adjust to his thick cock. He immediately lays claim to your pussy and makes it his home.

“You’re so sweet and soft, huh?” he rubs his cheek against yours, scratching your soft skin with his beard. “I bet you love cooking for your man and making sure he feels good. You’re such a good girl.”

His words a soft, almost loving. A stark contrast to the way he fucks you from behind.

His length pumps into you at a pace taking your breath away.

“Fucking take it.”

You struggle to breathe right as he gets even faster. He rams into you, all the while groaning in your ear. “Take me. Be good. Cum for me.”

All you can do is take every harsh thrust and cream all over his cock. “A-ndy.”

“That’s right, whore. Say my name while you cum on my cock.”

“Andy!”

“Louder. I want everyone to hear what a slut you are for my dick,” he pants heavily in your ear. His groans get louder as his warmth finally fills you. “Oh, baby kitten, this was just the beginning of a wonderful relationship.”

“Don’t move. I want you to relax, baby,” Andy is all over you to check on you. “I wasn’t too harsh, right? Was it good? Uh-was it all you ever wanted.”

“Andy, baby,” you laugh as he shifts from one foot to the other. “You were perfect. I know it was much to ask for to get out of your comfort zone. My kinks are not for everyone.”

“Uh-I loved it. The sex was so intense, and you came so hard,” he sits on the bed to run his hand over your hair. “If you want to, we can do more roleplaying. I could be your boss and you, my overworked assistant, going down on me for a raise.”

“Damn, Mr. Barber,” you smirk. “You thought about this a lot. Didn’t you?”

“Since you openly talked about your kinks…every day. I did research and look,” he points at the notebook on the bed. “I took some notes and have a few ideas. What do you think about breeding benches?”

“OH BABY!” you jump at Andy to push him down on the bed. “I guess you will walk funny tomorrow, Andy.”

“I’m all yours, Mrs. Barber…” 

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[inkykeiji]

i love it when he sits like this ฅ^•⩊•^ฅ

if you’re reading this, wesley and i hope you have a good thursday!! <3 sorry i’ve been so absent lately, i promise i’m not gone forever, just taking a lil breather c: busy living life and writing without putting any pressure on myself! lately i’ve been (yet again) daydreaming about starting to vlog for no reason other than wanting to capture my life in a way that is creative and expressive—a moving visual gratitude journal, if you will. thinking very much about my autobiographical film class, chantal akerman, and italianamerican (which might be my favourite scorsese film ever >.<)

[artistsonthelam]

Young Adult, oil on cut plywood, 4 x 4 ft., is a painting Chicago artist Chantal Danyluk has in my new zine, LAMINATOR Vol. 1.

Danyluk’s current series Against Dreamland explores the folly of the American dream through surreal oil paintings. Her oversized figures crafted from plywood are detached from their surroundings, compelled to merge with our own realm. Each one represents a harsh social issue facing our generation and reveals the shattered aspirations, unattainable ideals, and elusive promises that leave the younger generation disillusioned. These humanoid representations undergo frying, combustion, and drowning, symbolizing the immense pressure imposed by societal burdens like the cost of living, climate change, rental prices, and the objectification of women. Mirroring our own realm, these works bring a touch of whimsy and humor to otherwise serious themes inviting viewers to contemplate how these issues might resonate with them.

Chantal will also be showing this piece in a two-person exhibition that opens June 28 at Quad City Arts’ Rock Island Gallery in Illinois. Congratulations, Chantal!

LAMINATOR (c) Jenny Lam 2024

[warningsine]

@wehadfaces tagged me. Thank you, darling.❤️

Rules: List your five all time favorite films and have people vote on which one matches your vibe.

Tagging: @keypix4, @pauvrecamille, @kpg-1126, @arathesane, @cecret-with-a-c, @nakedmonkey, @fanchonmoreau, @wickedheadache,@itsperfectlyreasonable and—to quote prev—anyone else who'd like to undertake the challenge of narrowing it down to five.

As always feel free to skip this.

[madison--ava--jones]

"Tie me up, please…“ Chantal said. They looked above at some vines and roots hanging down from the grassy area above the depression in the canal they were standing in. She was in his hands—he had to comply. A little bit of kink was one of the most delicious of erotic pleasures. Catholic school girls were often the horniest—Brett could hardly contain his elation.”

— Jess C Scott, Catholic School Girls Rule

[toasttt11]

spencer tkachuck

Spencer Noah Tkachuk

Number: 26

Season: Fifth

Position: C

Height: 6”6

Hometown: Scottsdale, Arizona

S/C: R

NHL: VAN

Prev Team: USNTDP

NHL

Drafted the second overall pick to the Vancouver Canucks in the 2019 draft.

International

Team USA

•2019 World Championship- 5 G, 6 A, 8 GP

•2019 World Junior Championship- Silver, 8 G, 9 A, 7 GP

•2018 World U-18 Hockey Challenge- Silver Medal, 7 G, 7 A, 7 GP

•2017 World U-17 Hockey Challenge- Gold Medal, 8 G, 8 A, 6 GP

Fifth Season (2023-2024)

Vancouver Canucks

55 G, 73 A, 128 P, 82 GP

Alternative Captain.

Hart Memorial Trophy.

Fourth Season (2022-2023)

Vancouver Canucks

45 G, 69 A, 114 P, 82 GP

Signed a 94 million dollar contract for 8 years

Alternative Captain.

Frank J. Seller Trophy.

Third Season (2021-2022)

Vancouver Canucks

35 G, 53 A, 88 P, 50 GP

Second Season (2020-2021)

Vancouver Canucks

32 G, 50 A, 82 P, 56 GP

Ted Lindsay Award.

Rookie Season (2019-2020)

Vancouver Canucks

28 G, 40 A, 68 P, 68 GP

Received the Rookie of the Year award.

Signed a Contract for 13.5 Million dollars for four years.

USHL

USNTDP

(2018-2019)

32 G, 78 A, 110 P, 55 GP

USNTDP

(2017-2018)

30 G, 70 A, 100 P, 54 GP

Personal

• Born April 14, 2001

• Son of Keith and Chantal Tkachuk

• Has three siblings, Matthew, Brady, Taryn.