#i just went with the top 5 or else this would get crazy

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What are your all time favorite characters from ASOIAF and F&B? 🙏

This answer is so unserious but my number one baby in ASOIAF is ELIA MARTELL!!!!!!! It's so unserious because all we know about her is literally one fucking line of being sweet and kind and clever and that's about it. She's already long dead before the story starts, but I really don't care. The way she is so loved by her brothers, by her nieces, her family, by her entire country, so much so that she is the reason why Dorne is even participating in this silly game of thrones... This deep-set love for her is made clear by how said love bleeds through the narrative all without the POVs of the people closest to her: Doran and Oberyn. It's so fascinating how cherished she is even though not a single POV character stops for a minute to think about her. Ned, Jaime, and Sansa are prime examples of POV characters that have, in some narrative way, a connection to Elia yet she's only a passing thought to them (not even so in Sansa's case). Yet it's so abundantly well-defined how loved and how important she was, even when we only have a maximum of 20 words written about her. It is deeply heartbreaking and compelling to me how this barely-there character, who has died long before the story starts, has this much of an impact on an entire kingdom. And you might be thinking right now, Melda, really? Elia’s worth to you is measured by how loved she was by others? Yeah, well, that's not the reason why I love her this much. I love her the most because she outplayed every single one of them all. She outplayed Tywin. She outplayed Aerys. She outplayed Robert and she did what Rhaegar could not do: she saved her son. She saw to it that the heir to the Iron Throne, her own baby, was whisked off to safety in the hands of her own best friend (Septa Lemore is 100% Ashara Dayne) all during a dynasty-ending continent-wide rebellion. Rhaegar destroyed his house. Aerys destroyed his house. Tywin and Robert put the nail in the coffin and believed they were building a new dynasty for the ages to come, but Elia still managed to outplay them all in the long-run. Her son is now coming back to put an end to the Baratheon/Lannister/Tyrell-dynasty and there will be no salvation for any of them. Elia won.

And that leads me to my second most favorite character in ASOIAF and that is YOUNG GRIFF aka AEGON THE SIXTH TARGARYEN!!!!!! MY BABY BOY DOOMED BY THE NARRATIVE HAUNTED BY THE NARRATIVE AND MOURNED BY THE NARRATIVE..... He will die but he will also forever be immortalized as Aegon the Sixth, The Last Targaryen King of Westeros, and no amount of Daenerys genocidal rage will ever change that. He will be loved by the people and he will be eternally mourned as the Last Targaryen. If only he hadn’t been under Varys’ care, if only he hadn’t been Rhaegar’s son, if only he hadn’t been meant for more… Then he could have embraced his mother’s Rhoynish/Dornish side fully and live in peace for the rest of his life, together with the last of his family. He really could have, but he was meant for much more. He was doomed the day he was conceived when that red star bled through the skies and foretold Rhaegar’s prophecy. Aegon never stood a chance against that. If only he still had his mother with him. Aegon is Elia’s living legacy. He is alive today because of her. She almost died giving birth to him, and then she died protecting him. He never mentions her, but what child doesn’t long for his mother? Her touch is all over him—from within her body he first took shape in, to her life-long best friend who took care of him, to her countrymen accompanying him, to her niece who he will marry, to her brother’s, his uncle, support of him—his mother is in everything surrounding him. The woman that saved him. His name is Aegon Targaryen but more than anything he is Elia s son. And Elia has been all but erased from history yet here her son comes back, not to just bring justice, not to just take back the throne, but to put it down in the history books that he was here, that he is alive, that his mother saved him, that his mother mattered. And he will die, he will, because this is not his Song, because after everything still he is a Targaryen, but he will die and he will forever be remembered as The Last Targaryen King of Westeros, Son of Elia.

Now this character was Mother to me long before I even knew what the fuck Mother was. She was everything to me in the first three books and she will always be one of my most favorite characters of all time: CATELYN STARK. Literally no words to describe how much she meant to me when I first read ASOIAF at my big age of 12 years old. I can’t even explain exactly what she means to me. It just immediately clicked, you know? It shocked me to find out the community vehemently hated her because Catelyn was nothing but sympathetic to me. I understood why she took her anger and humiliation out on Jon. I understood that this was not something to be celebrated but that this was something so very human, something so awful yet so true to reality. I just understood, you know? Her shame, her humiliation, her embarrassment, her outrage, her upset—I understood it all. And I loved her through it all. People like to pretend they would do better were they in her shoes, but that is a lie and everyone knows it. The pain she had to live through everyday put her between a rock and a hard place and the majority of people have the privilege of never having been put in that position. But the people who know, know. And the people who don’t know, will never know. But I knew. I did. I still do. She was so human to me. Like a real person. She wasn’t a made-up character to me, she wasn’t fictional, it was as if she was a person that was a part of my life back in the real world, outside of ASOIAF. I can’t even articulate exactly how, what, why and who she is to me. Just, as a person who existed in this world, who took up space, who was a mother, a daughter, a sister, just a person who lived… Catelyn Stark was everything to me in those first 3 books. Everything. Not a single character and their struggle and plotline had captivated me in the way hers had captivated me. I just can’t explain it. When she died it was like ASOIAF was over for me, like it didn’t matter anymore, I was done with it. Reading her death, experiencing it alongside her… Man, something in me changed, I swear. It was over, in every sense of the way. When Catelyn died, ASOIAF died…

… and then in the next book GRRM introduced to us ARIANNE MARTELL. I gave you 3 paragraphs of melancholy but that’s not gonna be the case for Arianne. Because she is the It Girl, she is an Icon, she is a Legend and she is The Moment. She’s going to win. She’ll have a lil detour of being Queen of the Seven Kingdoms but after that little stint she’ll go back to where she has always wanted to be: Ruler of Dorne. And she will continue to slay as she has been doing since those 2 little chapters in AFFC dropped until the end of time. MY QUEEN. Literally if she (and Oberyn and the Martells in general) hadn’t been introduced after Cat died I would have shelved ASOIAF for the rest of my life. But then Arianne came, she saw and she conquered my all and I’m still here. No sad little mournful lamentation on her character here like the rest because Arianne Martell is going to win. QUEEN.

Sunfyre. That’s my fuckin BABY!

[superiorsturgeon]

out of curiosity, why do you like sturgeons so much?

A chance to info dump about my favorite fish…?!

I grew up in the Great Lakes area of North America, where fishing is pretty popular but everyone knows that fish populations aren’t anything like “the good old days” when people took out huge numbers of fish while messing up their spawning sites. I got pretty into fishing when I found out that I could catch bluegill in the surrounding farm ponds, and once in a while my family took me to an isolated fishing cabin for vacation, but for years I never encountered a wild fish bigger than a kilogram or two.

BUT THEN…

I found out about sturgeon! They were HUGE fish that had once lived in the rivers and lakes all around my home, and better yet, fish almost exactly like modern sturgeon had existed all the way back in the Cretaceous period alongside the dinosaurs, and they STILL EXIST TODAY!!! The fact that small numbers of these huge dinosaur fish still existed made them seem almost like a real-life lake monster/cryptid, except that we had proof of their existence!

Furthermore, there’s just nothing else like them. Sturgeon get big. Like, REALLY big. The record for the largest sturgeon was almost 11 meters/24 feet long, which is colossal for freshwater animals. They have armor plates of bone running down their sides, and at the same time they don’t have bony skeletons. They also have a crazy mouth structure, which allows them to actually pop their jaws out like a tube and suck up food. And on top of all of this, the adults are absolute tanks. I’ve seen skin nearly 8mm thick, and it’s so tough that people make leather out of it, and they occasionally lose fins or even entire gill plates and just keep on swimming! (I found out about that last one when I tried to wrestle a big female out of a river and my hand went straight into her gills. She didn’t seem that bothered by it!)

For a long time I filed sturgeon along with Alligator Gar, Giant Mekong catfish, and Yangtze paddlefish as a semi-legendary fish that may still exist, but I was never going to see except possibly in an aquarium, until I enrolled in graduate school. For those unfamiliar with grad school in the US, it typically involves both high-level classes as well as an independent research project the student designs and carries out with help from an experienced professor. When my mentor asked what kind of thing I wanted to study, I tossed out “sturgeon” as one such possibility, expecting to hear that I would probably have to limit myself to more common/accessible species.

I was blown away when she said “Actually, I think I know a guy…”

For the next several years, I got to ride along collecting wild adult sturgeon, gathering eggs, and raising the baby fish in a lab and in a hatchery. I was holding something that I had thought of as a semi-mythical lake/river monster in my own hands! I got to see a river choked with giants as big as 2 meters long, and I got to hold a 5-centimeters mottled baby whose armored scutes were still sharp and possessed the little arrowhead shape and big black pectoral fins that remind me of Mickey Mouse ears! In the video below you can even see a little heartbeat! (Don’t worry, this little guy was returned to the tank soon after to recover from his anesthesia!)

Sadly, I didn’t find anything super groundbreaking in my research, but my experience DID land me a job working in sturgeon aquaculture! If you’ve ever had caviar that wasn’t poached, it probably came from a sturgeon farm, and if you want to see a lot of big fish up close, this is a good place to do it! I probably personally handled more individual sturgeon than there are wild fish in several sturgeon species. In addition, while the wild broodstock I mentioned above might reach 2 meters and over 50kg, the sturgeon I dealt with at the farm would easily double that, and there were a LOT of them! I got to see sturgeon behavior that had never been recorded in field guides, and even a few crazy one-in-a-million mutations like the infamous “ghost” sturgeon!

I even got the opportunity to cook my own sturgeon meat (Yeah, I basically turned into the Touden siblings from Dungeon Meshi except for sturgeon instead of RPG monsters). I got pretty good at making smoked sturgeon, but the meat is also good on the grill or baked, and people have been cooking them in various ways for centuries.

My favorite part of the job was physically wrestling the big fish! Sturgeon are easier to grab than other fish with the right know-how, but a human-sized fish often has its own plans for the day and won’t always cooperate. I was pretty good at moving the adults by the time I left that job, but it was still a wild rodeo every time!

Even more exciting was how we spawned each new generation of sturgeon. In the wild, they form massive spawning runs in big rivers that in the past would be enough to tip small boats, but in a lab or farm we have to use other means. I’ll spare you the details, but I am one of a small number of people who have surgically extracted eggs from a live sturgeon and sutured them back up to swim another day.

The tldr of this essay is that sturgeon are a big, crazy-unique fish that have been around a long time, and I’ve spent a lot of my career handling and working with them. There’s just nothing like them for a fish nerd and they’re damn cool!

(Clip art not mine, I think @sturgeonposting drew or shared it!)

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CONNECTED - BANGCHAN

KINKTOBER DAY 5 - BREEDING

SUMMARY : you've been nothing but a good girl to him lately, even watching over his niece when his sister visited him by surprise. and it awakened an urge in him. maybe your relationship is more than what chan pretends it is.

-> pairing : sugar daddy!chan x fem!reader

-> words count : 2k

-> genre : smut

-> warnings : dom!chan x sub!reader, breeding kink (obviously), creampie, unprotected sex, sprinkle of angst, dirty talk, spanking, pussy slapping, fingering, use of 'good girl', praising, begging, teasing, rough sex

+ the way i'm depicting chan does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction

-> 18+ content bellow, minors DNI

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

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When Chan asked you to come spend the weekend at his place, he didn’t think he would find himself trapped with his sister and her two kids coming over. You were actually in the middle of a quite intense make out session, with you sitting on his lap on the couch, when someone rang the front door bell. And he had no choice but to open the door when he heard Hannah’s voice calling for him from the outside. Chan had apologized at least ten times to you already for the embarrassing situation he put you in - having to explain to his sister that you were just friends wasn’t the most agreeable moment of your life, especially since she must have guessed it wasn’t true. 

She asked for you to stay with them, and even though her intentions were probably good, it made it all very uncomfortable for you. Hannah must have thought that you were Chan’s girlfriend despite the age difference, but of course, she couldn’t guess that he was in fact your sugar daddy. It had started almost nine months ago, when you met Chan at the bar you were working at. That night, he came in alone and he looked sad, so since it was a quiet night, you took some time to talk with him. And when he left, he handed you a tip that could have covered your rent for three months at least, along with his number if you wanted to chat again. It was not long after that he proposed to give you money in exchange for the two of you meeting weekly to talk. 

And at the beginning, you must admit that you were purely interested in his money - it was only the cherry on top that Chan was crazy handsome and that your conversations were pretty interesting too. But as time went on, he became so much more than just a man paying you to discuss with him. He started to give you more and more gifts, and you started to feel way more for him than what your relationship wanted the two of you to be. It all changed when you went out to a bar together, and came back to his place completely wasted. That was the first time you ever fucked with him, and it hadn’t stopped until then. And honestly, you coulnd’t ask for more - you had an attractive, rich man, paying you for spending time with him and gifting you all sorts of things, and he was also fucking you like a queen, treating you like a queen. Well, there was actually something more that you wanted but you knew it was impossible, knew you couldn’t have it. 

“- Tom ! Layla ! We’re leaving, come here !”

Hannah’s two kids that you had been playing with for an hour clinged to you as they refused to go back to their mother, and if she watched the scene pretty amused, Chan had something else swirling in his eyes. Seeing you be so affectionate, be so natural at taking care of childrens had him thinking about things he shouldn’t, about making you his wife and the mother of his own kids when you weren’t even his girlfriend. And you were still so young, you still had so much to live before getting trapped in a relationship like this, before committing to life, especially to him. You couldn’t feel the same, but as you looked at him with a bright smile, his niece and nephew refusing to let you go, his heart beat faster when he dreamt about it being the sight he could wake up to every morning. 

“- What came over you Channie ?

- Nothing, I just need you. Right now.”

You didn’t protest much more, letting him pin you down to his mattress and explore your whole body with his hands. His lips were demanding and rough against yours, but you loved it when he was a little more harsh, when he stopped being so worried about hurting you. Though, you didn’t quite understand what snapped for him to drag you upstairs as soon as his sister left. Maybe it was only because he was frustrated of having been interrupted earlier, but it felt like it was something else, like there was something more. 

“- On your knees, head in the pillow. I wanna see your pretty ass when I fuck you.”

You didn’t say anything, once again, and simply obeyed and turned around to position yourself like he had asked you to. Chan’s hand immediately landed on your cheeks, forcing a pained moan out of you. He practically ripped your pants off of you, along with your underwear, and this time he slapped your pussy, your body lurching forward and if it wasn’t for the strong grip he had around your waist, you would’ve collapsed on the bed. 

“- Always so wet for me, fuck…”

His deep, raspy voice whispering dirty things behind you had you clenching around nothing, and Chan was quick to notice it as his eyes were still glued onto your pussy. You felt one of his fingers run from your sensitive clit and along your dripping slit, the tip teasing your entrance. You couldn’t help moving your hip against his fingers, trying to entice him into giving you more. 

“- You’re so greedy babygirl, you always want more from me, uh ?”

It made you moan, but it also made your heart clench, because he was too close to the truth. However, the feeling of two of his fingers slipping inside of your cunt made your train of thoughts stop there and it was for the best. You moaned louder this time, Chan thrusting his fingers into you at a rapid pace from the get-go. You both knew you didn’t need any preparation now, too used to his cock, but he loved to tease, loved to see how he could drive you insane with only two of his fingers. 

“- You were such a good girl today, I think you deserve a reward, don’t you ?”

You whined and nodded your head energetically as an answer, and you could easily imagine the cocky grin that must have spread on Chan’s face. You heard him unbuckle his belt and get rid of his pants and underwear behind you, his hands soon returning to their previous spot on your waist as his tip bumped against your clit. 

“- Channie… Please…

- Come on baby, we both know you can do better than that.

- Please, fuck me Channie, please, I want your cock so bad…

- There you go, good girl.”

He didn’t let you say anything more as he pushed half of his cock inside of you, letting you breathe and adjust to his size for a few seconds. But soon enough, he was filling you up to the brim, and you couldn’t keep your moans for yourself, and you couldn’t help the way you were clenching around him. 

“- Shit… I can never get enough of your pretty pussy.”

Your fists were gripping tightly onto the sheets to try and keep a bit of your sanity as Chan started to pull back, only to slam into your cunt full force, the back of his muscular thighs slapping against your ass and producing a lewd sound that mixed with the squelching of your impossibly soaked folds. A thin layer of sweat had started to form on your back as Chan restlessly pounded into you, his mind only clouded with thoughts of you full of his cum, so full you couldn’t escape from his hold ever again. His hands had an iron grip around your waist, pulling you back to him to hit deeper into you. You moaned louder with each one of his thrusts, slowly losing your mind to the sensation of his cock dragging against your velvety walls. 

“- C-Channie… 

- What is it babygirl ? Feeling close already ?”

You simply cried out his name again, the way he had leant into you to be able to talk directly into your ear made the angle of his hips change and hit your sweet spot even more perfectly - and you knew he did it on purpose, did it to make you go crazy. And it worked every time.

“- Mmh… You’re squeezing me so tight… There you go, cum around me angel.”

Every word that fell from his mouth brought you closer to the edge and you buried your face into his pillow to drown out your cries of pleasure as you came around him, his steady pace never flattering as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. And even when you started to whine from overstimulation, Chan didn’t stop. 

“- I-It’s too much… 

- Just let me fill you up, yeah ? Gonna give you my cum, gonna fill you up to the brim…”

Chan didn’t care anymore about the way this may all sound to you, his mind was clouded with thoughts of you becoming his wife, of you carrying his child, of your pussy dripping from his cum, and all he wanted was to stuff you full of his load, full of him, to make you his forever. His thrusts became rougher, and he was starting to lose his rhythm, though that was enough to bring you to the brink of another orgasm as you turned your head to the side to look at him over your shoulder : he had thrown his head back, his dark strands of hair sticking to his forehead and his muscular chest covered in sweat. But the best part of it all was the way his face contorted in pleasure.

“- Please, Channie… Give it to me, I want it all…”

His eyes bore into yours with a rare intensity, with lust but also some kind of possessiveness that he had never shown towards you. It was like something shifted, something that was going to change your relationship forever. 

“- Yeah ? You want my cum angel ? You want my babies ?”

You didn’t even know that you wanted it, but the moment he said it, you let out a broken moan as you nodded as best as you could, trying to move your hips to match his deep and quick thrusts. You knew that you wanted to be his - to be truly his - but you weren’t even aware that it was to that extent. But the thought of actually being the mother of his children seemed appealing, and it made you cried out his name again.

“- Words babygirl.

- F-Fuck ! Yes, yes I want your cum, I want your babies Channie !

- Shit… I’m gonna make you pregnant, gonna make you fucking mine.”

Chan growled behind you as he buried himself to the hilt into your pussy one last time, thick ropes of cum painting your insides white as he moaned and groaned, the sensation crashing like a violent wave against him, but it was mostly the thought that he might actually get you pregnant that made him say your name the loudest. Your second orgasm was even more intense than the first one, his promise and the feeling of his cum filling you up in the best way possible making you shake and tremble in his hold. 

“- God, you’re gonna be the death of me one of these days.”

Chan murmured with a sly grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he watched the way some of his release dripped down your thighs despite him being still in you. The sight was mesmerizing, and he simply couldn’t look away, he simply couldn’t not get hard again. 

“- Seriously ?”

Your whines made him chuckle as he pulled out to help you lay down on your back. As soon as he was sure you were comfortable, Chan kissed you passionately, and there seemed to be something more behind the sensual glide of your tongues this time. 

“- Not my fault angel, you agreed to be mine, now you have to bear with that.”

His eyes were gleaming with so much adoration that you couldn’t pretend not feeling the same anymore and you bit down on your lips as you locked your gaze with his, your voice barely above a whisper as you talked. 

“- Yeah… I’m yours Chan.”

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request: Seventeen's reaction to seeing their SO's boobs for the first time

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im doing these by units

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im sorry this took me a while to post i didn't know what to write 😨

i made these literally 5 seconds after i woke up

Jun: last night was boiling hot, so you slept without a top on. Jun shook you gently, trying to wake you, "baby, wake up. i made breakfast. " he pulled your blanket down a little bit when he suddenly realised you were shirtless. flustered, he tried putting the blanket back on you, but you were already awake, "Junnie? — " "Uhhh, yeah- what?" "What's wrong?" "Nothing! why would anything be wrong, haha? " You were a little confused until you remembered you're not wearing anything "Oh sorry haha i was hot last night. " "it's okay. Don't be sorry, uhh, come out after you put some clothes on. " he left the room trying to avoid eye contact ( he would get so flustered and blush like crazy. He's so in love with you )

Soonyoung: you were dancing in the living room while he was watching and giggling from the sofa in front of you. it was normal dancing at first, then the vibe of the song changed. You decided to do some sexy dancing for him, taking your shirt off as a part of the dance move. He would be a little shocked at first, eyes widen and then settling into the mood. "Yeah, baby, come here, let me see you better," moving towards him, you straddle his lap. "Like, what you see, babe?" "fuck yeah, we should do this more often, can i touch you?" ( AND WE'RE DONE )

Minghao: Meditating is something that Minghao usually does, and it's a normal thing around the house (his house), but you're bored, and he's been going at it for a while now, you went into his room to bother him but he has his eyes closed and his legs in a half lotus pose. you made a lot of noise walking into his room, so he definitely noticed your presence, but he's not reacting at all "hao" Silence... "hao" again... "minghaoo," he opened his eyes, giving you a 'what do you want' look. you just smiled before flashing him. He immediately stopped in his track. "Whoaa, you could've just talked, and i would've responded, but i mean, this works too." "sooo? come here tf and stop meditating. I'm bored"

Chan:drinking with Chan after the plan you guys made was ruined from the heavy rain outside. "It was such a good plan too. We would've had so much fun." "i know, baby, we can go another day." "Yeah, ugh chan, I'm done drinking. i think im gonna go take a shower. " "Without me? " he said as a joke. "What?" you said with a confused smile. "Nothing" — "no wait that was funny. Come here, we're dating anyway, " getting up from his seat and walking towards you. you take off your clothes, revealing your stunning figure and well-rounded boobs "oh wow, well, im glad i asked, but i think we need to do something else first before we shower, huh" he says as he picks you up

[a-aexotic]

i loved grumpy rafe and sunshine reader!! would love to see more of them <3

pairing. rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings. mentions of partying, alcohol, hung-over, and also so much fluff that u might just have a heartattack.

summary. hung-over rafe's cure is your cuddles, unforunately for you.

ren's notes ! dude i love soft rafe i would write a whole series on him, also rafe w/ a buzzcut makes me absolutely feral.

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part 1 !!

Last night was a haze for Rafe. You and Rafe had gotten invited to Kelce’s birthday party, and per usual, it was crazy. All Rafe could remember was a cocktail of some sorts with Dr. Pepper, vodka, half of a Starbucks Strawberry Acai and dried blueberries. He remembers throwing Topper in the pool for ‘accidentally’ touching your shoulder and accidentally tripping you causing you to fall in the pool on top of Topper. Rafe followed soon after that.

It was a weird blur after that. He doesn’t remember anything else that happened. 

He was sleeping comfortably in your bed, snoring away as you got up early to make some breakfast. You weren’t hungover; you barely had anything to drink. Rafe, on the other hand, had 5 drinks of Kelce’s special cocktail. You had to drive Rafe back to your house because you knew Ward would kill him (and you) because of how absolutely shit faced his son was. So you concluded that the best idea was for him to sleep over. Which was a bad idea on your part. 

You had gotten the worst sleep ever. Rafe slept directly on top for three straight hours, your arms going numb. Every time you moved, he’d squeeze harder. When he eventually moved, he took all the sheets with him. 

You went back up to your dark bedroom after making breakfast, opening the door and opening the blinds. You heard Rafe groan, moving the sheets over his face. 

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” 

Rafe grumbled in response, making you smile in amusement. “Come on, get up babe. I made your favorite.”

“Crepes?” Rafe finally removed the sheets, peeking his head to watch you. 

“Uh, no. I made pancakes, though. That’s pretty close.”

Rafe yawned and sat up. “No, crepes are better.”

You glared at your boyfriend, “I’m not your maid, Rafe. Take it or starve.”

Rafe had a small teasing smile on his face at your reaction. “Okay, calm down. I’ll eat them.”

You rolled your eyes and he got up from the bed, coming to you. “You know I only tease you cus I love you, right?”

You smiled at him. “Since when is Rafe Cameron a romantic?”

“Since I met you, babe.” He scrunched his nose at his words, cringing. 

You laughed, then grabbed his shoulders and gave him a kiss on cheek. “Come on, my pancakes are going to get cold.”

You and Rafe sat at the dining table, eating the breakfast you had made. You noticed Rafe wasn’t talking that much but you just assumed it was because he was beyond hungover. After breakfast, Rafe excused himself back to your bedroom to sleep some more. 

After finishing up the dishes you went up to go sleep with Rafe. As you walked in, you looked over at Rafe and realized he wasn’t asleep.

“Hey. You okay?”

He looked very grumpy and you know that means one thing; cuddles. Rafe would never ever admit this (not even to himself, at times) but the best cure to his grumpy moods is your cuddles. 

“My head hurts. Remind me never to drink again.”

You laughed at his statement, knowing next weekend it was all going to happen again no matter how many times he preached it. 

“Alright Rafey, do you want some aspirin?”

He shook his head, “I already took some.”

“What would make you feel better then, babe?”

He looked over at you and that was his silent way of saying cuddles. Usually, you would force him to spell it out for you but you knew if you pulled that right now, he would rip your head off. You nodded and walked over to the bed, getting in and moving close to Rafe.

You opened your arms and he moved so he could be right next to you, moving his head to your chest as he laid. Your hand was on his back, drawing circles absentmindedly; you always did that out of pure habit but it was one of Rafe’s favorite things. It never failed to comfort him. 

He sighed contently in your embrace, finally feeling the headache fade away as comfort settled in. 

You kissed his head, “does that make your boo-boo feel better?”

He rolled his eyes at your sarcasm, making your chest heave as you laughed to yourself. Then, Rafe decided he wasn’t close enough to you so he moved his leg on top of yours, as he moved himself completely so he could be almost on top of you. It was his favorite cuddling position. It wasn’t your complete favorite because you were one move away from choking and passing out in your sleep, but you’d do anything for Rafe. Even if it meant dying in your sleep due to his abnormal cuddling styles.

Rafe fell asleep like a baby in your warm embrace and you eventually did, too. Rafe loved you but he loved your cuddling a tiny bit more.

[cuteandhughesy]

Us. | William Nylander

summary: you work as one of the assistant chefs for the toronto maple leafs organization, often taking charge and helping with team buffets and meetings. your job is hectic and crazy and you wouldn’t give it up for the world. william nylander can relate, and his role on the toronto maple leafs is his top priority. when the two of you end up falling for one another - and being pushed away from each other, the job becomes more complicated.

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warnings: SFW! pre-established relationship | angst | brief mean!william | kissing | suggestive themes | read at your own discretion

a/n: based off this request! I went a little off topic with the plot, but the general idea is very much inspired by the anon request! this fic moves between past and present timelines, so if the paragraphs are in italics, it is my way of writing in the past! I hope you all enjoy :)

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when you applied to culinary school, you never thought your journey would lead you to your current position. of course when studying to be a professional cook you are aiming to work in the field, no matter the level of hierarchy you end up at - but you never thought you'd get this lucky.

at just 23 years old and 5 months fresh out of culinary school, you were hired to work as one of the assistant chefs for the toronto maple leafs culinary team. getting hired at such a prestigious job at your age was very uncommon, and when you'd gotten the classic you're hired phone call, you initially thought it was your younger brother trying to play a prank on you.

news flash it wasn't your brother and now you're 3 months past your first day on the job.

throughout the first few weeks of your job, you were understandably nervous. your head chef had 30 years of experience, you were cooking for athletes with very strict and varying diets, and you were new. thankfully that very first week, the leafs were on the road, so you had time to train and meal prep in a somewhat relaxed environment.

you spent more time with the players than you were expecting to, which although was surreal was also very nerve wracking, and you were scared one of them wouldn't like the way you scrambled eggs and throw them back in your face. when damien - your head chef - assigned you to work the buffets for team meals, that egg fear became even more intense.

but you were pleasantly suprised with how nice everyone was. you had heard rumors about professional athletes and how they were rude and ignorant, angry if they didn't get their way, but the toronto maple leafs players were just the opposite. sure, some of them were quiet and particular about food, but they are just professional athletes who want to preform their best at any means necessary - you didn’t take offence to that.

in the 3 months you had been organizing and running team meals, you've learned a lot about the players. you've noticed that jake mccabe never fails to tell you a dad joke when he sees you, and how mitch marner always complains about being full but never fails to come up for seconds. you notice how joseph woll is always the last player to serve himself, and how david kampf, no matter how he feels, always smiles and uses manners with him.

but who's habits you've really noticed over the course of your time as an assistant chef is william nylander's. in fact, it's not just his habits that you see, but it's everything else too. the way at breakfast he always struggles between choosing sausage or bacon, and how he's never shy about asking for food he doesn't see on the table - which at first had you taken back, but now it's something you look forward to.

you stand behind the buffet table with ridged shoulders. your eyes are moving over everything at a rather frantic pace. it's your first time on the buffet table and to say you were nervous was an understatement. not only was this the first time you would be seeing the mouths you were cooking for, but it was one of your first shifts out of training.

as players slowly filtered through the doors of the dining room and gathered their serving of breakfast food, you've been consistently on edge. you were constantly checking that everything look presentable and that it was all stocked.

"do I feel like sausages or bacon?"

the question has you snapping out of the frantic organizational process going on in your head. you look up to see a tall, blonde and presumably hockey player. even though you've lived in the city you whole life, you’ve never followed sports. sure you know famous athletes names from the press, but you'd never be able to put a name to one's face.

you blink, "sorry?"

finally the man in question looks away from the meat options and you're immediately taken back. he's very handsome - a mature handsome that has you feeling petite and giddy.

the corner of his lip quirks up. "I don't know if I want bacon or sausage, so I was thinking out loud."

you blush, "oh, i'm sorry. I thought you were talking to me."

"I think i'm feeling bacon." he shrugs, but he makes no move to plate the food, his eyes still on you. "unless you think I should go with sausage."

you lick your lip, moistening the rather dry skin. "well I always think if you're second guessing your first choice, maybe the second choice is the one you're truly needing."

the blond hums thoughtfully, "that's smart." with that he grabs three round breakfast sausages and loads them onto his plate. the remaining sausages slide down from the loss of the ones he took, and your itching to reach for the tongues and adjust them again.

"you must be new."

you exhale shakily, "is it that obvious?"

he shrugs again, a smile still on his round face. he moves onto the eggs, using the tongues to grab some of the over easy style and adds them to his plate. "i'm william."

"y/n." you nod professionally and politely. "i'm the new assistant chef and the new director of  the dining hall and menus."

"so, y/n, you're saying this isn't the only team ill see you?" william is now moved onto the display of fresh cut fruits, and he's taking a dent sized amount of orange slices. you'd think his question was one stemmed from disappointment if it wasn't for william's playful smile and the twinkle in his eyes.

you find yourself smiling as well. "no it's not."

"good."

since that very first meeting between you both, you and william found yourself in this dance of sorts, where the two of you would move around one another in ways to complete the other. you and william just worked.

once you were aware of william's lighthearted, carefree personality, you embraced his teasing remarks and sultry smirks. you'd look forward to taking his orders and serving his food, and he look forward to you as well.

william was instantly attracted and impressed by your work ethic and skills, especially at your age. he had seen chefs in this organization who took years before reaching your levels, and he couldn't help but grow enamoured for you.

what started as friendly banter and conversation slowly evolved into something more flirtatious- intimate.

william would make a point to wait around after meals to walk you out to your car, just so he could chat to you and watch you flush under his teasing words and gaze. he would always spend too much time chatting with you at the buffet table and then have to scarf his food down because time was limited afterwards. william would text you all day; compliments on your food and looks, funny tweets he'd think you'd enjoy, invitations for movie nights, simple small talk and questions.

it didn't take long for that to progress and 2 and a half months into your job, you and william were practically dating.

you never properly discussed labels, but neither you and william harped over it. you were both happy with the right now of it all.

you both decided to keep your relationship separate from your work life. nobody needed to know what was happening between you both, and you were very adamant about that. you didn't want anyone, player or staff member, to treat you differently because you were with william, and he wanted the same.

but it was hard to try and ignore william - it was and always has been. you'd find yourselves locked in knowing stares with one another, and you couldn’t help yourselves from standing suspiciously close while trying to keep your voices hushed and inconspicuous. the accidental not-so-accidental brushing of limbs, sneaky smiles and even occasionally sneaking off to unoccupied rooms to be alone. you and william weren't doing the best at showing restraint and being secretive.

so although neither of flat out told anybody apart of the leafs organization about your blooming relationship, it didn't take much to figure out something was happening between you.

you walk through the training hallways with a determined step. you've finally gotten the menu submission you'd been hounding william for (at work and after) and when he dropped it off to you this morning, you thought you could finally rest and get to work - but no.

he was trying to be funny. instead of properly filling out the required form for the kitchen, he'd chosen to write either ridiculous answers like he preferred ketchup flavoured fruits or overly sexual things like he preferred you for dessert.

with the original forms in hand as well as a brand new set for him to fill out (correctly this time) you continue to weave through training staff as you walk through the athletic department of the arena. you knew that william was in the gym right now, just like he told you when he sneakily kissed you goodbye after giving you his forms this morning.

you should've known something was up when last night william asked if anybody would be seeing the menu submissions besides you, and when you said that it was only for you, his smirk grew.

you enter the open doors of the physical therapy room when you caught sight of his familiar thick head of blonde hair.

you approach william with determination.

a couple of the guys around notice you and they make snickering noises like little school boys do when a classmate gets called down to the office. the sound has william looking up just as you reach him, his conversation with liligren and jarnkrok coming to a stop.

"I need you to fill out a new form." you hand him the blank papers quickly.

williams smirk grows ridiculously large. "why? what's wrong with my other one?"

you sigh, "can you just do it babe-" you cut yourself off as a horrified look takes over your face. williams eyes widen, but he looks rather enamoured with your slip up and that has you feeling even more horrified. "william. I mean william."

jarnkrok and liligren both snicker knowingly, and calle even pats william's back in a congratulatory manner as the two swedes walk away from you.

william takes the empty menu submission form from your hand. "I'll fill this out."

you exhale shakily, "much appreciated."

he eyes you, "even though I think the real reason is because you want to frame the original one in your apartment." william's iconic laugh follows suit, and you find yourself hiding your face behind the inappropriate forms.

calling william babe wasn't even the most damaging slip up that williams teammates had caught you to in, and there were many close calls of almost being caught doing undeniable acts.

"willy," you sigh heavily, basking in the feeling of his calloused, large hands running over ass. "we should stop"

he hums against your neck, not once detaching his lips from there attack on your neck. clearly william has no interest in stopping the exchange between you and to further his point he rolls his clothed crotch against yours once again.

once william found out you were still at the rink after the team finished up with practice, he had practically dragged you away from food prepping and into the first available spare room.

it ended being the staff room, which was definitely a risky spot, but that didn't stop william from sitting you on the lunch table and immediately begin kissing you with need.

after a good 3 minutes of hot and heavy making out, you managed to reluctantly detach your mouths. but that didn't stop william from moving further down your body with his lips - the sucking against your neck a reminder of just that.

"somebody could walk in." you remind him.

"I know." he pants, pulling away and finally ending the assault on your neck in favour of meeting your eyes. you're both flushed and breathless, but the knowing smirks don't disappear off either of your faces.

"I need to get back to work." you slip off the table, brushing his erection through his pants as you do so. william groans out - a combination of uncomfortable and pleasure, his dick twitching in his pants.

you giggle, adjusting your crumpled apron.

just as you do, the door swings open and a confused looking auston matthews enters. once he spots willaim his shoulders relax, "dude i've texted you three times - you're my ride today remember?"

then the scene infront of him clicks, and auston is immediately smirking. the sight of your messy hair and plump lips combined with william's red cheeks and akward hand placement, he knows everything.

"yeah, right. sorry man I was just helping y/n/n with something."

"yeah, for sure."

when auston turns away to leave the room, william following behind him slowly, you make sure to whack william on the arm as he walks by.

all he can do is laugh.

for those weeks of constantly spending time with one another and basking in the honeymoon phase you two so desperately loved, was something that you cherished.

but a week ago, something changed.

it started when one of your closests friends, jenna, had come down from out east to visit. you had obviously told her about the situation with william, and how you two were thriving together in your secret relationship.

"wait," jenna's eyebrows pull together in confusion and her hands shoots out in your direction as if to halt your story. "why are you keeping it a secret."

you shrug, "because of work. we don't want it to complicate anything."

"what would it complicate?"

you open your mouth to speak, but no noise comes out. when you try and think of a reason why your and williams situation has been hush hush, you can't find one that actually makes sense.

jenna continues, her tone gentle. "I love you and i'm so glad you're happy, but I think you should have a conversation with william. it doesn't make sense to me why you guys wouldn't tell anybody about this thing going on, as well as why you haven't put labels on it yet."

your shoulders deflate. you can't help but feel insecure and unsure now about your relationship with william. was he embarrassed of the age gap between you and didn't want his teammates to get on him about your immaturity? did william not want to sacrifice his job with the leafs by putting a label on you? was he worried he'd get in trouble or traded if he was caught with somebody so young who worked for the leaf organization? was he worried about the fans dissecting a relationship between you both and calling him out for dating you?

was your relationship doomed from the start and eventually meant to crumble.

when you started to really think about it, you get plunged into a deep, dark hole of guilt and regret and fear all sourced from your and william's relationship and the secrecy that came with it.

because what if william didn't want a girlfriend out of you because of your age and inexperience with life and he was only looking for a physical partner temporarily.

so your next day at work when william tried to flirt with you while you plated the various salads at the grab table, you didn't give him any eye contact and mumbled some excuse about being really busy.

willy was confused of course, but he brushed off your dismissal. he believed when you said you were busy, and he knows how important your job is to you and he didn't want to disturb you while you're working - but the next day it was the same thing. you were practically ignoring him and when william did come up and try and start your usual fun conversations, you were short with him.

after a few days of the same unbothered demeanour from you, william gave up on trying to crack you. he was clueless on what shifted between you, especially when you won't tell him, so he has no choice but to believe you are no longer interested in him.

and that hurt, so instead of acting like a grown adult and trying to find a solution to this mystery problem, william pretended that he was unaffected by your sudden absence.

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morgan rielly must be able to sense your shift of energy, and instead of bringing up his favourite taylor swift song of the week (which is obviously a weekly discussion between you two), he only sends you a closed mouth smile as he plates up his meal.

it makes you frown, because you think william must've mentioned something to someone on the team, that now has the once interactive, bubbly roster acting tame and quiet around you.

you almost say something to morgan about his change and plead for him to talk about your favourite blonde musician, but you let him go.

this is what you didn't want to happen. the awkwardness and always having to step around eggshells because of your relationship with william (or currently, lack there of) was something you never wanted for you, william or anybody in the organization.

you never wanted to end up feeling so lost and out of place at work and when it came to william. you can understand your way of dealing with your insecurities wasn't ideal, but you can't help but to shut down when something doesn't feel right - you've always been that way.

but william wasn't helping in any way. not that it was his fault, you can understand that. but you can't understand why he now seems to be showing absolutely no interest in you or why he’s stopped trying.

and you know you should've had a conversation like jenna suggested and figured out the labels and deeper meanings of the relationship you and william have - or had. but you weren’t thinking of having a talk when you were spiralling.

you needed and wanted william to pull you out of that state and reassure, not act like he doesn’t know who you are anymore.

your thoughts are halted as out of the corner of your eye the movement of matthew knies catches your attention. the rookie sends you his usual smile, seemingly unaware of the thick tension weaving throughout the dining area. like usual, matthew loads his plate with mini hash browns, and the normalcy of it all has you laughing.

he looks up at you, a smile widening across his attractive face. amused and seemingly pleased, matthew moves to plate himself up some scrambled eggs, although he doesn't take much because he claims that eggs taste like shit. thankfully, you convinced him to at least take a spoonful at every breakfast.

"I didn't think I'd get to see you smile today. you've been a little off for a few days....are you okay?" matthew's eyes flicker between you and the fruit platter, eyeing your exhausted features.

you're momentarily taken back, blinking quickly to try and see if you're hallucinating what's happening right in front of you. but matthew is very much there and asking you that question. you clear your throat, "i'll be fine, thank you, matthew."

"good," matthew smiles before taking a gigantic bite of some plain toast, crumbs falling over his team branded hoodie. he doesn't seem to mind the mess and he wipes away any lingering toast from his face with the back of his free hand. his warm smile has yet to fade, and you find yourself joining him. matthew continues, "you look so pretty when you smile - I've been missing it these pass few days."

he walks away then, leaving you a flustered and shocked messed at the expense of his flirtatious compliments. you're taken back momentarily, and you're left staring at the spot matthew was just standing in, going over the mini exchange in your head.

you briefly wonder if matthew has always been flirtatious with you, but you'd been too previously distracted with william to notice.

matthew is your age and attractive and still new to the whole sports lifestyle just like you are. maybe matthew was better match for you and trying to build a strong relationship with him was more realistic than it ever was with william.

the warmth of william nose running along your cheek is comforting. the tickling, soothing movement is almost lulling you into a sleep and your eyelids feel heavy as you blink lazily.

against you, william shifts. he shuffles upwards on your mattress, and the soft rustling sound of your crisp sheets follow suit.

your head lolls towards him against your fully pillow and you're met with william's blue eyes twinkling back at you. he's leaning on his palm as his elbow supports his body weight. his hair is still tousled from your hands running through his locks during your previous activities and william also looks a little sleepy.

his flushed cheeks are surely a reflection of yours, and his chest hair is still dampened with sweat - sticking flat against his hard pecks.

"what?" you questions gently, eyeing his sleepy smirk. you turn onto your side and tuck yourself against him. the angle is a little awkward, but you still manage to connect and you wrap your arms around him, letting your chin press in between his pecks.

he looks down at you softly, that same fond expression still there. "I just really like you, y/n/n." william's words are barely audible, and if you had emptied your dehumidifier like you had planned too earlier, the noise would've drowned out his confession.

but you didn't empty it and you can hear every soft word perfectly.

you smile. "I really like you too, willy." to further your point, you press a quick kiss to the skin of his chest. that slaty sweat flavour on his skin is another reminder of what you and william had just finished doing only a few minutes, and that has you flushing all over again.

with his free hand, william gently takes ahold of your face, tilting your head back so you were once again looking at him. you can see the thoughts running through his mind, and when william gently knaws the skin of his bottom lip around his never ending smirk, you wonder if he's also thinking what you are.

suddenly william drops down, and his hands wrap around your waist so he can fully roll you onto your back once again.

you giggle, your legs falling open automatically to make room for william. he leans down and begins to attack your flushed face with quick, loud kisses.

but that's not true - you know that now. it was never hard with william. the rather insignificant age gap between you was never an obstacle and neither was your job position. the only obstacle seemed to be how you were too nervous to put a label on the relationship in fear of ruining what you had.

you think what you and william had was too special to just ignore and give up on - you don't want to give up on him.

a hand reaches for one of the silver serving tongues in front of you, and you look up to find william standing there.

he looks away from you as soon as you make eye contact, and he busies himself by serving himself some of the pork sausages.

you clear your throat nervously.  "hey."

at the sound of your voice, william looks back at you. his eyebrows are pulled together tightly and he analyzes you confusingly. his uncertain gaze has you nerves deepening, but you don't back down - determined to begin the process of moving forward with william.

"hi." finally, he responds. he shuffles further down the table, searching for the fried eggs to add to his new spread. you follow him from the other side of the long buffet table, eyeing him carefully.

"can we talk later?" you words are hushed as you try to not attract any unwanted attention to you both. you're still not sure if william told anyone and if he did, you don't know exactly what he said. so you were still feeling a bit weary of that situation, but you were ready to talk about it and clear your rollercoaster of thoughts.

william almost scoffs, the once usual happy and relaxed laughter you were so used to hearing from him has quickly turned into something more unsettling and your heart just about bursts. "now you want to talk?"

you blink. "I-"

he stops you from continuing, his plate of food long forgotten as he directs his attention to you completely. "because last week when you started acting all entitled and uninterested you didn't even have the decency to give me fucking eye contact. but now you want to talk? why, so you can come up with some excuse and tell me that you like me and want to move forward? well too bad because i'm over it."

you can feel the emotion building thickly in your throat and your eyes start to blur as you desperately try and hold in the waterfall of tears wanting to slip out. "so you don't want to at least talk about this? about us?"

he shakes his head in disbelief, that same scoffy laughter making another appearance. william meets your water filled eyes, and his face shifts. his mouth falls into a straight line and his eyes change to a more somber state. "what us?"

you look away to try and hide the way your mouth trembles with emotion - pain, hurt, sadness, embarrassment. you didn't actually think everything you'd be insecure and worried about would become the truth.

you don't give william the satisfaction of seeing you upset. you turn away and signal to another kitchen personal to take over. thankfully, they make their way over and as soon as their feet move, so do yours and you're leaving the dining area as fast as you can. 

you barley make it through the busy hallway and back through into the kitchen staff room. thankfully because of the working hour, nobody else was in the room because as soon as the door swung shut behind you, the building of emotions all come out and you could no longer stop the flurry of tears.

you cover your mouth to try and mask the sound of the sobbing sounds of heartbreak, desperate to hold on to any dignity you have left.

your embarrassment quickly turns into anger.

william saying such hurtful words to you in a room full of both your colleagues, even if they weren't listening, is just aggravating. even if william never believed that you and him had anything meaningful and he believed your relationship wasn't leading to anything serious, he should of at least had respect for you.

the door opens behind you, and you know it's william immediately. your body reacts to his presence in the way it always has. your skin prickles with pleasure as if it was anticipating his touch and your face heats up further regardless of your current pain.

"please, william if you've come to further embarrass me and make me feel like shit i'd rather you just leave."

you've never called him anything other than willy. when the two of you first staring seeing one another, you told him the name william was too formal for him and willy better displayed his fun and lighthearted personality.

and even though everyone called him by his nickname, something about it coming from your lips was much more intimate.

he shakes his head even though you can't see him. your back is still turned to him because you don't want him too see you so distraught from his words - you can't give him the satisfaction of your raw emotion.

"I didn't mean that, y/n/n." william's words are gentle and full of guilt. "I shouldn't have said that."

you turn, eyes pointed with anger. "no you shouldn't of."

williams face furthers into a regretful expression. "I'm sorry." he walks further into the room, now standing close enough to touch you. but he doesn't try and touch you, and he keeps to himself regardless of how badly he wants to hold you and touch you after days of not.

"I thought you liked me." your words a breathless whine, and you wrap your arms around yourself in search of comfort.

"yeah and I thought the same." he admits sadly. "but then something changed and I don't know what the fuck happened. I felt completely left in the dark because you just completely stopped spending time with me, and talking to me and looking at me. it felt like you didn't like me at all, y/n/n."

you use your shoulder to wipe away the drying tears left sitting on your cheek. the little blush still on your face smudges into your white chefs top, making you look even more of a mess. "I was in my own head," you admit your defeat, "all these insecurities kept getting in the way of what was right infront of me. I thought that you wanted to keep us a secret because you were embarrassed of me - my age and my inexperience were something that you wanted to keep hidden."

you continue, "I thought you didn't want to further our relationship into one that held more serious value- had a title - because you didn't want to build something with somebody so young and lacking of life knowledge and experience. so I pushed you away because I didn't want to end up hurt when you inevitably admitted you could never love me that way - that I was just a fucking booty call."

he shakes his head, lips tugging downwards into a painful frown. "I don't care that you're younger than me and your age has never been an issue when it comes to my feelings about you and our relationship. just because you're younger doesn't not mean that you're inexperienced, y/n/n. in fact you're one of the smartest and experienced people I know."

"so what was it that stopped you from bringing up what this relationship between us was? what were you working towards, willy? when it came to me?"

william almost turns into a puddle at the use of his nickname. he has missed you and your presence so much these past few days of no contact, it's been killing him.

as soon as you walked away from him and his hurtful insinuation back in the dining room, william immediately knew he messed up. not just with the burst of anger only a few minutes ago, but with how he handled the relationship between you two after you seemingly were shutting down and turning away from him.

"when I noticed that something was going on with you and in your head, I should've been more supportive and I should've reached out to try and have a conversation to help squash these fears, and insecurities you were dealing with. i'm so sorry, y/n/n." he breathes out, pausing to collect his racing mind. "I want to be your boyfriend and the entire time we've been together I was so desperately hoping that you would want the same. I don't care if anybody thinks of me differently and I don't care if people think that we aren't good - I think we're great."

"willy," you huff, arms falling back to sit against your sides. "i'm sorry that I shut down instead of just talking to you - I feel so stupid." you pause shakily, trying to blink back the new wave of tears. william reaches out to you then, rubbing his hand comfortably around your hip. it's the comfort you've been missing - craving. you continue, "I really like you, willy. I wish that this never happened between us."

he nods understandably, squeezing the dip of your hip as if to tell you that you're not stupid, it is okay, I really like you too. "where do you want to go from here?"

"I want to...." you pause. "I want to start over. I want to date you for real with the labels and the pictures and everything else in between." you bite your lip nervously, trying to gauge william's face to try and understand what he's thinking. "where do you want to go from here, honestly?"

"I want to pick up right where we left off. I don't want this miscommunication to change our relationship anymore than it already has. the only thing I want to change is that I can call you my girlfriend and refer to you as such all the time."

"I want that too."

"good," william smiles, pressing his body against yours. with the new position, you have no other choice but to bring your arms up around around his neck - not that you minded of course. “I really like us, y/n.”

“I really like us, too.” your confession is a tickling whisper against his lips as william can’t help but let his mouth brush over yours, so close to connecting them together is a much needed kiss.

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☆ Brat by ginsengkitten ☆

☆ Slash One-Shot

☆ Synopsis:

Slashes absence from being on tour has caused you quite the attitude problem, and he’s going to fix it..

☆ Tags: heavy smut, age gap, daddy k!nk, size k!nk, angst, rough,

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It was no secret that you and slash often butt heads. No, the two of you were notorious for bickering and you, especially. You were stubborn, hard headed and determined, with slash being likewise. Maybe it was the age gap, different perspectives. The secret in question, was how the two of you settled your disputes in private. That part remained a mystery.

It was a classic night out on the town with the crew. One of those partying weekends crawling through every single bar and club. Nothing new per se. You adjusted your new skirt in the mirror as you checked to make sure everything looked good. You had just bought it and were excited to get to use it. You felt good. "Guys! Leaving in 5!" Axl called out. Slash entered the room from the bathroom, adjusting his belt when he took a double take at you. His expression soured slightly. "Are you wearing that tonight?" He questioned. You stood up. "Yeah, actually I am. Is there a problem?" You reply.  He eyed your body up and down judgmentally. You cross your arms defensively. Slash wasn't one to shame you for wearing what you wanted, but he was one to get jealous and overprotective at times and would let it eat away at him. It stemmed from such an intense attraction to you, sometimes the thought of another person laying their eyes on his girl, drove him crazy.

"It's a bit..short, doll.." he grumbled, angrily salivating at your legs and ass accentuated by the new skirt. What was his deal? You thought annoyed. You were so excited about the new skirt and he just had to ruin it. You usually enjoyed his protective nature, but tonight was just pushing it. "Oh I'm sorry, I forgot the part where you suddenly gave a shit about public decency?" You snarked as you put lipstick on in the mirror. He came up behind you and you felt his hard warmth press up against your backside. His large hand gently fistfulled your hair and he slightly jerked your head back while the other snaked its way around your neck. Butterflies swirled inside you very suddenly.

His hot breath kissed your ear. "I think you need to go put something else on. Something that isn't going to be such a fucking distraction all night." He growled in your ear, sending goosebumps flooding your skin. "It's not my fault if you can't keep it in your pants." You curse. You feel his grip around you tighten. "I'm sorry, what was that doll?" He growled angrier in your ear and tightened his grip on your neck. "I didn't quite hear you baby, speak up." He jerked your hair in his fist angrily. "Fine." You snarl. Your frustration overwhelmed the growing arousal and you pushed out of his semi-relaxed grasp.

"Hurry up, we need to get going." He said as he left the room, slamming the door shut. Annoyance pooled inside of you. The fuck does he think he is? He has no place to be pissy, if anyone should be pissy it's you, you thought to yourself as you rummaged in the closet. He's the one always gone on tour and leaving you alone half the time. So yeah, what if you like to dress more scantily. It was only to catch his attention since whenever he was home he was barely present anyways due to how tired the tour was making him.

Resentment and frustration boiled inside of you and you make the executive decision to deny him the satisfaction. You instead put on an even sexier, shorter and tighter outfit. A tight leather mini skirt and a top brassier akin to lingerie, with fishnet stockings and heels. You looked a total bombshell. That skirt wasn't slutty. If he wanted to see slutty, you'd show him something real slutty.

"Okay, ready. Sorry for making you guys wait!" You chirp as you trot gracefully and confidently into the foyer. Everyone clearly giving you a good looking. Slash's expression darkened and he went stone cold. His anger gave you a thrill inside. He approached you and as he was about to make a comment on your new outfit, axl interrupted excitedly. "Alright fuckers let's go already- cabs here." Saved by the bell you thought. Slash had no choice but to allow this. He stayed silent the entire ride there, but his eyes were on you every second and you could feel it. You paid no mind to him and purposefully flaunted yourself in an especially smooth manner all night. You danced sexy on the dance floor and toyed your straw with your tongue as you made eye contact with him. His increasing anger was obvious. You made an effort to avoid him all night, only dangling yourself right out his reach. This was payback. The thrill of pissing him off kept you entertained up until it was time to go home, to which you repeatedly denied to leave, only pissing him off further. "Y/N, it's time to go it's fucking 2 am." He grumbled.

You twirled around the dance floor sexily. You turned your backside to him and began grinding on him to the music. The club still wildly alive. “I think I’ll stay a bit longer.” You tease. He’s beyond frustrated and pissed off. All night all he could think about was you. All night he was hard and frustrated. It was difficult not to be turned on by you for him, he wanted one night where he wouldn’t be so distracted by your beauty. One night to just play. With you in a room, he had little time to think. It didn’t matter where or what. Thats how he fell for you to begin with. You drove him wild. And now, your beauty, he couldn’t help but feel jealous that everyone got to share it. He bowed him mouth near your ear, his warm breaths caressed your neck. “You’re about to find out what happens to little bratty girls like you.” He growled. His deep low rasp sending chills through you, pooling to warmth in your stomach.

Something about his tone made you pause. Damn. Okay, maybe you pushed him too far this time for real..you just wanted to push his buttons. This is what you wanted anyways, his attention. Now you got it. Perhaps more than you bargained for.

-

Butterflies continued inside you. You’d sobered up quick at his words. As he opened the door to the car, he gave your ass a hard smack as you climbed in.”what the- slash!” You yelped in pain. “Shut the fuck up.” He growled and slammed the door shut.

-

You stood at your suitcase, placing your heels inside. The hotel room dead silent. Slash exited the bathroom and sat on the bed. You head it creak behind you and knew it was him. You hesitated to turn around, knowing what may wait for you. But god- you wanted it. Still, you grasped at the feeble chance you might still win at this little game.

“Come here.” He demanded, piercing the quiet.” Your heart skipped a beat. You paused for a second. “I was just about to shower..-“ you reply nonchalantly. You turn to face him. He looks fucking amazing. He sat at the end of the bed, shirtless like a king at a throne. Like he didn’t care. A hard on clearly in his pants. His legs wide open. “I didn’t ask. Come. Now.” He further demands.

You obey willingly and approach him. He wastes no time in laying you across his lap. He flipped up your skirt, rubbing his palm across your ass. “You have some fucking nerve you know that sweetheart? And now I have to punish you, all because you had to fuck with me like a little spoiled brat. I didn’t want to have to do this honey.” He suddenly gave a hard smack upon your ass, causing you to yelp. “But you did this to yourself.” He smoothed his hand again. You braced for another hit but it didn’t come.

He pulls you up onto his lap facing away from him. You feel him hot beneath you, pressing hard against your thighs. He runs his hands up and down your skin. “You think you’re so smart little bunny…that you can just fuck with me and get away with it.” He remarks. You say nothing.

His large rough hand snakes around your neck entirely , holding you back against him. His mouth caressing your ear once more. “You want to act like a little whore, I’ll make you act like a little whore.” He growled lowly. You were dripping with anticipation. Ready for him to teach you a lesson. To touch you.

He slithered him hand up your skirt. “Spread those fucking legs.” He ordered. His hand rubbing roughly against your panties, before pushing them aside. “See, already so fucking wet. You’re begging to be fucked aren’t you, you little slut.” He taunts as he runs through the wet folds. You melt into him. He quickly shoves two fingers inside you. You yelp in pleasure and pain. “Oh fuck-“ you gasp. He starts roughly pumping his fingers into you. You squirm in his grasp but he wrangles you still, rendering you prisoner to him although you didn’t mind at all. The sensitivity driving you wild. “Slash- f-fuck” you moan out trying to squirm. He thrusts you firmly down and grips your neck tighter, pumping faster now. “No no, you take that shit baby.” He growls

He gives a few more moments of hard thrusts into you before exiting. He stood up, picking you up and in a swift moment, he tosses you onto the bed like a doll. You lay spread among the blankets, helpless and ready. He kneeled up onto the bed, encasing you beneath him as he towered above you menacingly. His eyes feasting upon you like a sadist. He ducked down and hovered right above you, his large arms trapping you between him. He gives you a look of pity and shakes his head, giving a slight laugh. A scary laugh. “W-what..?” You question nervously.

He caresses his rough hand along your cheek, and in a sinisterly calm voice, coos out

“Nothing baby…just admiring you before I fucking violate you.”

[getmeoutofhell]

Amber Freeman x Ethan Landry x F Reader Headcanons

warnings: cussing, real toxic behavior, they stalk reader, SMUT!, degradation, squirting, STRAP! usage, & more.

a/n: my tumblr is being a ugly bitch so i can’t add pictures or anything pretty rn. so sorry. also, as i said in this post, i finally finished them. enjoy!!

SFW:

this duo is something else

ethan had met amber after her and richie survived scream 5. (they’re not together)

when they first saw you…oh boy…

they stalked you.

like REALLY stalked you.

they knew every single thing about you.

they even knew what size underwear you wore, what clothes you wear, and they knew all your friends.

even sometimes they would somehow sneak into your place and watch you.

yes, you would get called from ghostface occasionally from them.

when you first got the phone calls, you thought it was a joke and laughed it off.

then it got worse.

stuff in your place started moving around and you thought you were going crazy.

one day you had enough and started dialing the police.

but ethan had came out from behind you and knocked you unconscious.

you then woke up still in your bed, but felt someone else’s presence.

you freaked out but they forced you to calm down.

it just kinda escalated from there.

you eventually excepted them in your life.

maybe after they threatened you not to leave…

ethan is more soft than amber but amber can have some soft moments.

she’s more in control of everything than ethan is. like she plans most of the dates and what y’all would be doing that day. you love her for it tho.

ethan is almost the complete opposite of amber. he just does whatever she says and has no problem with it. even when you came along he just listens to you, to an extent of course.

oh god they would be the happiest ever if you decided to join them as ghost face!! literally would smother you in kisses.

if you ever get mad at one of them, be prepared for the other to defend you. every single time.

BUT if you’re mad at both of them…oh god…

like one time you tried to leave to apartment for a few hours because they both pissed you off. so ethan and amber followed you to the door and pinned you up against it.

“let’s just talk this out y/n. what are you leaving for, huh? we can all sit and talk and make up, i promise.” ethan told you.

you still tried to leave, not wanting to hear any of their bullshit.

let’s just say you didn’t couldn’t leave and you ended up sleep between them that night.

you guys have a group chat on y’all’s phones and it’s just chaos everywhere.

ethan sending shitty memes and amber sending shitty memes back.

they both really can’t cook for shit so you’re gonna have to do ALL the cooking.

if YOU can’t cook, well just get ready to to order takeout every damn day. because these fuckers SUCK at cooking, seriously!

but all jokes aside they actually love you so much, and would do anything for you!!

ethan loves laying on top of you. as amber loves laying beneath you. so it just works out in the end for you three.

ethan for some reason loves grocery shopping with you guys. amber on the other hand…no. you have to force her to go ANYWHERE where you have to buy off a list. she just doesn’t like it for some reason.

they also give you a daily time on when you can go out.

you can’t go anywhere after 8 pm, so have fun with that!

and if you do try to ‘sneak’ out, don’t.

NSFW:

this is gonna get crazy…so get ready.

so you know when i said y’all have a group chat? yeah memes isn’t the only thing they send you.

sometimes amber will send videos of her fucking you with her strap in the middle of the day, just because she wants to. she’ll be like- “remember when i was digging in yo shit?” or something like that.

ethan is the bottom in the relationship. he’s such a bottom for you and amber. unless he gets mad…then you’re gonna be struggling to walk for a bit.

well one day y’all went out and spent the night in a hotel.

and then this happened…

let’s just say, you really enjoyed that night.

their moans send you to another dimension.

amber will ride ethan’s face, as you ride his cock and she’ll hold hands with you.

ambers an actual BEAST in bed, so don’t be surprised if she fucks you till the point of over stimulation.

ethan actually whines sometimes. you love his groans but his whines send you over the edge.

amber on the other hand moans so fucking beautifully. it’s music to your ears along with ethan.

every blue moon ethan will send a video of him jerking off with the sound on. he only does it to tease you both. amber loves it tho, she uses it to get off when she’s away from home.

YES, they both have fucked you in their ghostface costumes before.

you’ll never forget that night istg.

amber one time squirted on your face before. it was her birthday so you wanted to surprise her by letting her sit on your face. i guess your head must’ve been THAT good.

get on top of ethan and ride his bulge, while you suck ambers nipples. god what a sight that must be.

they ADORE your pretty pussy. they love it so fucking much you have no idea.

you once went in front of them in a robe and just flashed them out of nowhere. you couldn’t walk for 3 days after that.

amber is horny ALL the time, so be ready to deal with her touching all over your body every minute. as for ethan, he also gets horny ALL the time. so now you have to deal with BOTH of them.

before you guys got together, when they used to stalk you (they still do) they would go watch you touch yourself and get off to that. sometimes they would even film you and watch it later. (they still do that).

they also sometimes wake up in the middle of night horny asf. once ethan woke up at 2 am and his cock was rock hard, so he first woke up amber, then they both woke you up and it was just heaven from there.

have ethan eat your pussy while amber makes out with you. just do it, you’ll love it.

and also remember when i said they didn’t let you leave? yeah they fucked you so good that night you had no choice but to stay.

they DEGRADE you MOST of the time.

“you’re a fucking slut y/n.”

“you fucking whore.”

stuff like that.

but if you behave, they’ll reward you.

like for example, when amber and ethan went out to kill tara. they told you no leavening and no touching yourself. you obey and when they got home they made love to you as a reward. and also ate your pussy.

if you ever send them nudes while they’re out killing, get ready for a LONG night at home. because these fuckers will make you cum so much that you feel drained. well after a kill they get pretty horny anyway so, i guess you’re fucked.

but all in all, they love you and love giving you pleasure in any type of way!

hope you enjoyed!!

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for putting my roommate’s dirty dishes in her bathroom?

I (20F) have four roommates, Alice (21F), Alice’s bf Jake (26M), Penny (19F) and Hannah (20F).

Penny, Hannah and I share a bathroom, while Alice and Jake share one. There is one kitchen and we do not have a dishwasher. Jake also doesn’t actually live with us he sorta just moved in with Alice. Penny was originally with Alice in terms of the bathrooms but started getting grossed out by Jake’s bathroom habits because he kept pissing on the seat, so Hannah and I let her use ours.

Alice never does the dishes. But she cooks a lot. She’ll pile dishes in to the point where it feels like we’re playing jenga trying to remove any of them to free the faucet. Hannah and Penny outright refused to do any of Alice’s dishes from the getgo, and mostly do their own… when the sink is clear. Jake refuses to do any dishes because he “doesn’t actually live here” (we’re very well aware of that, Jake. He doesn’t pay rent he’s Alice’s “long term guest”) Because of Alice’s dishes in the sink, Hannah and Penny leave theirs on the counter and block up space until the faucet is free and they can wash theirs.

Anyways, for a while I started doing the top layer of Alice’s dishes to free up space so I could wash my own, but I quickly got irritated because Alice would leave them for weeks at a time and not do anything and I was tired of cleaning her dishes for her before I did my own.

I talked to Hannah and Penny and we decided to give Alice an ultimatum, either do your dishes or we will throw them away. Over the course of the year we had to have multiple talks with Alice about doing the dishes that never ended up going anywhere because Alice would fail to follow through on any promise to do them.

Alice was upset about this and said we weren’t being fair because she has to “cook for 2 people” so I raised the point that then Jake should do the dishes because she’s cooking and he does jack shit. She got upset and said we were always trying to do a “us vs them” between me Penny and Hannah vs Alice and Jake. That wasn’t the intention but both of them are being crappy roommates so it seemed that way.

I told Alice then fine, if she left her dishes in the sink for more than 3 days, I’d find somewhere else for them. She said yeah sure whatever. I waited 4 days and then put her dishes in her and Jake’s bathroom. Filled the sink with them and then put the others in the bathtub.

Alice and Jake got pissed off about this because now they “couldn’t wash their hands or shower”. I mean, I couldn’t wash my dishes with their dirty ones in the way, so it seemed like a fair trade to me. The shower and sink would be free if they cleaned the dishes out of them.

Hannah and Penny disagree with what I did but they’re staying out of it because they don’t want Alice to be mad at them. I don’t care I just want to be able to wash my dishes without worrying if there’s weird mold and mildew growing on the plates that have sat there for weeks. We did get cockroaches at one point but Alice claims it was because Penny likes to leave the screen door open to get fresh air, while the rest of us are pretty sure it’s because she kept leaving food in the sink.

Jake tried to shower in our restroom but I told him no, he’s not allowed. He can go back to his own apartment to shower, or clean the dishes in Alice’s bathroom so he went home but not after calling me a “crazy psycho bitch”. Alice got really upset about this because I “chased Jake out” and is still refusing to do her dishes, it’s been 3 days as of writing this. I’m pretty sure at some point she’s used our bathroom to wash her hands but I know she hasn’t showered since then.

Penny offered to do Alice’s dishes if Alice paid her $5 per plate but Alice refused. She dropped it down to $2 per plate and Alice still refused. She has been exclusively ordering takeout the last few days because all her plates are dirty and we won’t let her use ours.

[melminli]

forever isn't a long time

summery: satoru can't imagine a time when you're not at his side

contains: fem reader, fluff, crack, microscopic amount of angst (but it's there), comfort

you have been writing for quite a while now on that stupid piece of paper you grabbed from somewhere. satoru didn't see what you were writing, and he didn't ask when you sat down on the couch beside him and started doing whatever you're doing.

he wanted to concentrate on his movie. he really did. though even he himself noticed how his attention drifted slowly away as his eyes looked at you every few seconds. "well, the shopping list is getting kinda long." he finally said with a smile, trying to figure out what you were doing.

your eyes remained on the paper. "i'm writing my will." you corrected him dryly, whereupon he needed a good minute to process what you had just said so casually.

"hah? and why would you do something like that?" he asked, and his anger only grew when he saw that you just shrugged your shoulders and continued writing. "stop it! stop writing immediately!" he shouted, fighting you for the paper because he wanted to take it away from you. "give it to me!"

you complained at his childish behavior. "you stop it, satoru! what are you doing?!" you exclaimed, trying to defend yourself from his suprise attack as best as you could by turning your hand with the paper as far back as you could, only to have him climb on top of you to reach it. "satoru! i mean it!" you yelled out as he succeeded at snatching the paper from you and then went back to his seat.

"why are you writing a will like some crazy woman, seriously..." he muttered to himself and just ignored you as he tore the paper in his hands without a second thought. without even looking at it.

you just looked wide-eyed and couldn't believe that he did that. you had invested a lot of thought into that paper. "you're the crazy one! what kind of sane person reacts like that? it's not my fault that most people in this job die before they reach thirty!" you stated, annoyed and were really pissed off at his behavior. "i'm just thinking ahead, unlike you."

he just shook his head. "well, most people don't have the strongest jujutsu sorcerer as their boyfriend, aka me. so stop worrying about it. you won't die under thirty." he promised you and could guess what your next argument would be, which is why he added quickly, "actually, screw that. you will never die, not under my watch. we will be together forever and ever, which means that you will never need a stupid will."

you looked a little worried at that statement. like, you were aware of the fact that he had abandonment issues, but this was something else. "satoru, i think that..."

he firmly grabbed your hand. "if you leave me, i will kill myself." he whined.

you just sighed and patted his head with your hand before you started going through his hair. he leaned further into your comforting touch. "okay, then i will never die." you said while you looked into his eyes and saw a smile appear on his face. you still couldn't help but tease him a little, though. "what a waste. i was thinking of getting a pink coffin and was just making my funeral playlist. thought about putting some maroon 5 and nicki minaj in there for the vibe."

satoru hit you lightly. "shut up. that sounds like we're celebrating your death or something. you can listen to maroon 5 and nicki when you're alive and well. i can't believe you said that."

you chuckled a bit. "come on, i'm just kidding. you love to fool around, don't you? why can't i do it every once in a while." you joked but stopped when you saw him get up from the couch. you followed him quickly. "satoru! i'm sorry! don't be mad."

he wasn't. how could he be mad at you when life was this short even after you promised him to live forever.

[mrsvalentinefucker1]

I really liked mercs and how do they fuck and kinks and dick can you do one with defense classes too?

A/N: you got it, Znyiara!

Defense class dick hc, kinks + How they fuck

Cw:none

Demoman

•Dick: To be honest, I think probably a solid 6 inches hard much like some of the other mercs I’ve written about. Give it take a few inches. Uncut. Argue with someone else. Uncircumcised Demoman for the win. No visible veins. If it’s really good while you two are going at it maybe one or two will pop up but nothing major. Man doesn’t shave sorry. He’s too drunk for all of that. He does keep everything else in check though. Nice deep pink tip, super cute.

•How he fucks: Oh GYAT. Sorry for my Brainrot but you will be sore. He has a lot of pent up energy (probably from making bombs and having to be so precise with the ingredients in them) so, when he gets to fucking he is not being all slow and stuff. Maybe in the beginning for the foreplay but that’s just him teasing you until you beg for him to pound you into the bed while you go braindead. After that he will go hours just going at it. Fast, hard, rough, slow, sensual, sweet. Whatever you want, you will get it. But beware he gets needy and sometimes he can’t contain it for much longer and will just mindlessly chase his orgasm.

•Kinks

Outfits: Not lingerie, outfits. Wear a skirt and see how far you get with that. It will be flipped up about as fast as you can say the word “skirt”. Bent over anywhere and fucked until your legs shake. Or even if you wear a nice pair of shorts he would like to grind up against you until he cums all over himself. Filthy man, but one of culture.

Dirty talking: HE YAPS. Like you cannot shut him the fuck up. Either in your ear, biting your neck or kissing you he will pull away so he can go on and on about how good you feel and how much he loves seeing you like this. Talks you through it for sure. “Yeah? Ya’ like that lass? I knew ya’ would. Tell me how much you like feeling me pound into ya’ “

Marking: Leaving hickeys or bites where people can see them so they know you and him went at it for hours is just a huge turn on for him. Will make jokes about them to you. “Where did ya’ get that, Y/n?” While people are around so you get embarrassed and cover it somehow.

Heavy

•Dick: Man.. he’s a huge man. 7 inches hard. He’s a grower not a shower I think so. He is trimmed well, he takes hygiene very seriously and doesn’t play about his own. Vein right on the upperside of his shaft. Sensitive tip. Pink and he is also uncut. In my personal experience, I have never seen anyone like heavy so uh.. this is an estimated guess Fr. His girth will make you feel like you’re splitting in half. Yummy tummy bulge for sure.

•How he fucks: Soft and gentle. He is the absolute KING of foreplay. He can go down on you for hours. His big hands gripping your legs to keep them on his shoulders and keep them from shutting on his poor head. You will be quivering and speaking wet by the time he is finished. Makes you finish from his mouth at least 4 or 5 times before he even starts to use his fingers and stretch you out enough for his cock to fit. When you’re ready he will have you on top so you can go at your own pace and when/if you get him in fully (and even before that) he will go absolutely crazy for that bulge in your lower tummy.

•Kinks

He doesn’t have much kinks bc he is a very vanilla person but

Mutual masturbation: Is one of his bogged and favorites. Mainly because he likes do watch you touch yourself so he knows how you like to be touched. It’s also so cute to watch you if you are the type to get embarrassed. He will hold you close and watched as you bury your face in his chest and do your thing yk.

Does face sitting count? Because he’s in love with it. He will hold you there for HOURS and just lick and suck like his life depends on it.

Engineer

•Dick: He is a smaller guy so.. 4-5 inches. Sorry engie. But, he knows how to use it. That’s the important part. He is circumcised, trimmed nicely every few days and he has a wonderfully pink tip with a vein on the side that comes out when he is hard.

•How he fucks: However you want it, that is how will get it. He can do anything. Any position. Any kink. He knows how to use that 4-5 inches and he knows how to do it well. He also loves to use toys and his fingers on you for foreplay. Making sure you’ve came throughly before he even thinks about penetration. Your pleasure comes first. He is a man who worships the person he’s with for sure.

•Kinks

Dear god where do I even start. Buckle up.

We will start off tame

Edging/teasing: He likes to take his time with things. Especially things he finds pretty. So edging you and watch as you squirm and beg for an orgasm. Of course he will give you one.. eventually. But now for the fun part. Teasing, once you get that one orgasm. You will not stop having them until you physically cannot handle the overstimulation anymore.

Body worship: My god. He loves to kiss you up and down. Making sure you know just how gorgeous and sexy you are and how he can’t get enough of you. He will whisper sweet things about every part of you so you never forget it.

Bondage: He loves to see you tied up and at his mercy. Of course, he won’t hurt you in any way whatsoever but seeing you like this just turns him on like no other. Especially if you are tied in a way where your breasts are on display and your legs are forced over.

Lingerie: He will definitely buy you lingerie so you can wear it under your clothes or something and surprise him. He loves lace, it’s nice to see someone he lives in such a sweet lacy set after such a hard day working and making things in that shop of his

These are just a few because if I did all of them we would be here for hours.

[sewinrat]

If you were one of Luther's Cat:

Obviously you're not a normal cat. No gender mentioned dw;

While Nyon has those floppy cat ears and Nyen has like a cat hat, you have a beret with cat ears. Do with that information as you will, but either way no one knows if it can come off.

You eat poison once. It was an accident. Trouble likes to linger around you but they can get worse as years went by.

You were the middle cat. What I meant by that is, both in role and personality. You were not as mean as Nyen can be but you were also not as nice as Nyon is.(Unless of course you have a different opinion.) Remember the tier list they had in Vol 1. Lucid 5? Yea, you're placed either in Dime, Ace or something else like Hearts/Diamonds but never higher than that in tier 4. Close to Tier 3 actually but Nyen can be petty.

Danger Level: MODERATE

You are often found around the kitchen or the living room. Any other parts of the house you might be seen is because you have to go there under an order or for other reason. Once, Sebastian found you somewhere in a hallway sitting on the floor terrifyingly staring at the wall.

Unlike Nyen, when it comes to vacuums, you're one of those that chill on it. Just pop hide your limbs, be a bun and sit on top of it. If this ever happens, Nyen usually respects you more than he does when you're off it. It doesn't last long tho.

Of course since you're Luther's cat, you are loyal to him. It's inevitable especially in the ivory house. Luther's house. Maybe when you were a regular human, you would've accidentally met him in Michigan. You lost everything before so why must you worry about your human life when you can be a cat while gaining inhuman traits from Luther. Don't mind whatever happens within the house, you can do anything under his permission.

Ranfren Characters thoughts on You;

Randal: "Yeahh I don't care much about them.. However they're my favourite out of big brother's cats! They're willing to play with me unlike the other two! It's fun since Sebastian don't play my games. I would call them my friend if it weren't for the fact that they're big brother's... And also the fact they can act like him." In short, he would see you as his friend but non friend.

Sebastian: "O-oh.. Who are you? Uh uhm.. okay? I guess they're fine. They're not as crazy as that other one.. but they still make me uncomfortable.. especially when they stare at the wall for no reason. I just hope they won't try to kill me.." He's afraid but he's fine. He can tolerate.

Nyen: "Oh them? I guess they're okay. They're boring to me but they are terrifying when they're on the damn vacuum. *shivers* eugh.. thinking about it makes me sick. Don't tell them that or else I would have to suffer their smug smile for a while." He doesn't care much. Don't try to snitch on him.

Nyon: "... They're okay." He's too quiet on the matter but don't worry, he likes you. You're not mean as Nyen. If anything, you also amuse him randomly. Especially when he saw you intimidating Nyen one time.

Luther: "Ah yes, one of my lovely cats. Out of the other two, as a kitten, they act so good. Better than the two. However, I love them all equally. As they grew older, it seems that trouble stirs around them more but it's fine. It's not as troublesome as some of the things Randal puts himself into. Now, while you are here, come have tea or please leave." His opinion has not changed. He loves you just as much as he loves his family.

Bonus! Ratman Robert: "How the hell did you get here? Whatever, you don't look like one of them. The middle cat? No comment. I don't know if I should be afraid that they seem to be plotting something or grateful they don't attack us when they see us. I would like it better if they don't stare at the wall. It's uncomfortable to feel their eyes on me." He's scared. But he would offer you food that he has as peace offering one day. Don't eat him.

[thesweetroro]

Hiya! I just discovered your account and I'm so happy someone is making new content of this series (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥) So I don't know if you have been reading the manga but if you did could you write some headcanons of how would it be cuddling with Mei,Ido,Kojiro and Orochi? (If you don't know any of them do it with Samon,Honey,Tsukumo and Kenshiro)

Unfortunately i didn’t read the manga but i’ve seen those characters! and as soon as i could be able to read the manga i promise to tell you guys all 💗, but in the mean time i only can be able to do anime characters 🙂‍↕️.

And thanks for making a request + putting afford to care if i read the manga , i was gonna be so disappointed to turn you down.

𐙚 ˚🍥(cuddle buddy,pt.2!)｡˚ ᡣ𐭩

꩜ Requests 🩰 .ᐟ

── .✦ 🎠 Building (4+5+13+3)

── .✦🏷️ the inmates + guard

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⋆｡🐩𖦹°🍥⭒˚｡⋆(kenshiro)

The puppy that he is , craving cuddles but as his ago denies!

He would be whimpering when he finally gets to have you in his office after being pent up all day and stressed out , just laying in his couch telling him how much you like his fancy old man smell.

Love and love to cup you and cover your up by his (Coat, cloak?) i don’t know you name it but you will get that peace of fabric around you.

His favourite thing to do when you slowly start to kiss him from one finger and end up kissing him underneath his eye gang.

I would say that man is ASMR lover so please go clean his ears and scratch his hanging hair.

More willing to cuddle when it’s the weekend it’s really REALLY hard to get that man out of bed or him letting go of you.

𐙚‧₊˚🐉✩ ₊˚🏯⊹♡(samon)

Good luck with trying to have him in one place,he loves you and your smell and your warmth but also,he can’t give up his work!! especially when no one can get the job done for him as he wishes for.

When you guy first started dating you would never leave each other arms and always cuddle and sleep together at one time both of you went out to some mall and he got you a big stuffed hello kitty .

Now when he became really busy he comes home or his office and sees you sleep or cuddle her,he regrets every walking muscle he used that day to get you her.

When he finally gets free and come cuddle you, he can see how upset you are when you look away and ignore him , but of course he knows how to make it up for you( whatever you like).

But after all you guys are cuddling back together and yapping about everything and tell you he misses you and how shity work as always and that he is SORRY.

His favourite thing in cuddle is to eat ice cream with you and get to be babied by you and lay on you and talk about how he would kick that stuffed kitty.

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༘⋆📼˚ ༘ ೀ🎎⋆｡˚(tsukumo)

Sucker for cuddles or any affection from you , and since he needs alot of comfort that could help improve your relationship better! like when he feels comfortable he gets to open up and brake the personality.

Likes it even more when you’re on top of him with the prettiest thing to wear taking a little picture with his camera he got for you as a girl to get your memories together! looking so beautiful gorgeously delicious .

Would adore any and every thing you do and say to make him feel better in your arms and when someone else says something else he pull “but my wife said yes”.

Drive him crazy is the best part about it for him ,like slowly and gently take off his mask off of him and doing his skin care for him or try a trick or makeup.

And when you guys are almost asleep he talks about his behind the scenes stuff then both of.

. ݁₊ ⊹ 🍯. ݁˖ . 🎯݁༉‧₊˚.(Honey)

He doesn’t even try do denie it he loves being thrown in your arms in any change “ so i cut my finger accidentally while playing cards” “how did you?.-” “so you’re not gonna hug me and kiss me and tell me im gonna b alright?”.

A simple guy used to start his day by skincare routine and then just continue his day,but that was along time ago now he won’t even leave the bed just to hold you even more “no babe it’s cold,it’s winter, we will get sick”.

Everything you do is this guy’s favourite thing no matter what is it,but what about what he does? he likes having you oh him as he kisses you on your forehead and your neck then starts tweaking on your smell.

And plump on your back until you sleep.

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hope you liked it 💋!.

[gavisuntiedboot]

Can you do Gavi as a Dom w a degrading k!nk where he gets really frustrated and snaps after she's acting like a brat/teasing him at a black tie event (srry this is SO specific :'))

A/N: Holy month is over, back to the depths of depravity. Also, do y'all have a group chat where you just together and come to a consensus for request ideas?? Like my inbox is 40% "PLEASE GAVI DOM", 40% "PLEASE GAVI SUB", 15% "UPDATE UR FUCKING SERIES", and 5% everything else.

SMUT!! SMUTTTTT!! KIDS GO AWAYYYY

warnings: very rough smut. Idk how else to describe it just be warned !!

~

Black Satin

"Don't be nervous, mi amor. All you need to do is smile for some pictures and clap when the speeches end."

You rested your hand gentle on Gavi's thigh, his leg bouncing as he stared outside of the car window at the city passing by. You had grown used to this life - walking red carpets, smiling for cameras, being confident yet humble as interviewers begged the question of who you were wearing. It was just a part of your job. But Pablo, on the other hand, was not accustomed to these events, nor did he really enjoy them. The spotlight was something that caused him a great deal of stress, as he was always nervous about messing up or looking foolish, especially compared to your cool and collected self.

He snapped his gaze away from the window at the sound of your voice, moving from the window to your hand resting on his thigh. He released his lip from between his teeth, taking a deep but shaky breath.

"Not nervous. Just... thinking of what I'm going to say."

You looked in Gavi's eyes with love as you hand moved up slightly, rubbing soothing circles into his thigh. The muscle tensed beneath your fingertips, and he rested his hand on top of yours.

"What are you doing?" He asked, slight suspicion in his voice, but his tone still calm and even. Crossing your legs, you leaning in closer to Gavi, legs touching and your chest pressed against his bicep. He shivered from the feeling of your breath against his ear, whispering softly as to not occupy too much of the driver's attention.

"What do you think I'm doing?" You inched your hand further up his thigh, feeling his grip on your skin tighten. "Or rather, what do you want me to do?"

You weren't normally like this. Private life, in your opinion, should be kept private. PDA, public teasing, risky touches - they weren't something that you often partook in. You preferred to stay classy in public, shy glances and the occasional hand-hold, and leave your more crazy, freaky brat personal to the bedroom. But today, you were missing Gavi's touch more fiercely, a fire burning just beneath the surface of your skin that only Pablo could extinguish. And it made you care less than normal - prevented you from caring at all.

Gavi almost went into medical shock upon discovering your bedroom personality. You were not the most loud or explicit person in your day-to-day, but when he undressed you for the first time, planning to lay you against his mattress, wondering if you would be confident enough to let a moan or two pass between your lips, he found his own back pressed to the pillows. Before he knew it, there was a hand in his hair and another around his neck. Pressed against the headboard, Gavi's thoughts raced: what had possessed you? Your teeth found purchase in his bottom lip, heat pooling in your stomach as you heard Pablo moan at the feeling.

"Come on, Pablito. Show me how good I make you feel."

Since that day, Pablo had been in top cardiac shape to keep up with your high sex drive and wild bedroom personality. Most days he would walk into the locker room with dark purple bruises on his lower stomach and V-line, subtle scratch marks littering his throat and collar bones. The boys had not believed his shy confession that they were caused by you. They couldn't have been. How could the sweet, soft-spoken thing that bit her lip on the sidelines during stressful games cause this much damage?

The proof was here before him, sitting in the seat beside him, a demon draped in black satin, hand caressing his thigh higher and higher while batting perfectly mascara-ed lashes and feigning innocence. Gavi's expression hardened, and he shot you a stern look while you still played dumb. Your lips were close enough to capture between his own, showing you exactly what he thought of your little antics, but he wouldn't give you the satisfaction of making him lose his cool in front of the driver.

As much as you were a surprising brat, Gavi was an even more surprising dom. Unlike on the field, he had a surprisingly long and patient countenance when with you, but when you finally pushed him too far, there was no such thing as mercy. He would edge you for hours, making you recite all the reasons you didn't deserve his touch. He was not afraid to be forceful with you, leaving your skin red and welted as you tried to count through the sobs and heavy breaths, fearful he would make you start over. But Gavi always, without fail, brought you to the highest of highs, leaving you screaming his name repeatedly, the only word still present in the puddle that was your brain.

He turned his head, lips pressed against the shell of your ear, as he whispered back.

"I want you to behave." His eyes met yours once again, displeasure settling into his features. He did not want to discipline you in public, but would if he needed to.

"But what if i don't want to?" You purred in return, moving your hand up to his crotch. Before you could grab him, he gripped your wrist tight and swiftly removed it.

"Not tonight. I'm not playing around with you. If there way any day to be a good girl, it's today. Or else."

~

The red carpet went off without a hitch. You stood on Gavi's arm, smiling brightly and waving as he stood sternly, arm around your waist, wishing the photographers would be done quicker. As the two of you ventured inside, you collided with Alejandro, chests pressed against each other. You rested your hands against the chiseled muscle to stabilize yourself, giving him a perfect view of your cleavage.

"So sorry, Ale. I'll try and be more careful." You said, voice soft as you batted your eyelashes, hands unmoving. Gavi called your name, and you broke your contact with Ale and sauntered over to your boyfriend, who once again returned a protective arm around your waist.

"You think letting my team mate have a free strip tease is behaving?" He asked, voice low and head turned so the cameras couldn't catch the movements of his lips.

"If you want me to behave, we could go to the bathroom right now. I'd behave real well." You giggled out, breasts pressed against his clothed bicep.

"You're acting like a bitch in heat. You need to stop being greedy and wait. Unless you want to get on your knees here on the marble flooring." He said, grip almost painful but not quite. You were getting him riled up - you knew that much was certain. But you wanted to see how far you could take it.

The two of you mingled with several people in the room, you dripping off of Gavi's arm like a crown jewel, him the soldier sworn to protect it. As he engrossed himself in a conversation with his teammates, you slipped off his arm, wandering around looking for another waitress carrying a tray full of champagne. You were quickly approached by several other men, all of them trying to get you to give them the time of day now that your scary dog of a boyfriend wasn't nearby. You laughed as you ignored their advances, but that didn't stop Gavi from pressing up behind you upon finding you in the crowd.

"Ready for dinner?" He asked, voice practically dripping with malice. You followed him to the table, and he refused to release you from his grip, fearful you would scamper off to cause more chaos. Pulling out your chair, he helped you sit, before leaning in and muttering "You're going to fucking get it when we get home," quiet enough for no one else to hear, but loud enough to have you push your thighs together in anticipation. He then sat across from you, believing it the best move after your stunt in the car. He was already plotting how he was going to punish you at the end of the evening, deciding between too little or too much.

Dinner was worse than Gavi could have anticipated. You slipped off your stiletto, slowly drawing your foot up Gavi's leg and resting it atop his bulge, half hard and waiting for more attention. You moved your leg slowly, palming him as he tried to enjoy his second course. The players immediately beside him took some notice of his heavier breathing, but made no comment, enjoying their respective conversations. As the plates were cleared away, Pablo stood abruptly, excusing himself to go to the restroom. You made a move to follow, but he turned to look at you, eyes conveying pure wrath, making you stay in your seat.

With Gavi gone, you turned your attention elsewhere - mainly to the other Pablo sat beside you. Torre filled out his suit jacket nicely, arms snug in the material as he rested his elbows on the table, laughing lightly at the comments made by the other boys. You bit to yourself, something akin to pure evil coursing through your veins as you watched the subtle flexes of muscle under restricting black fabric. A hand on a bicep, an innocent smile.

"Pablo, have you been lifting more weights recently? You look amazing." Followed by a firm grasp of his bicep and a wink - nothing more.

This was the line that got you in a world of trouble.

It was whispered among the guests, jested amongst the boys, and circulated in secretive group chats. Gavi's girl was all up on another Pablo, telling him how good he looked, snowballing (as rumors often do) into reports that she had leaned against him, bare thigh an invitation for his advances. Gavi had broken. He was no longer trying to hide the malintent in his eyes: he was going to make you pay.

~

Nothing could have prepared you for what came next. You expected Pablo to turn cold, ignore you after you flirted with his namesake, but the opposite was true. He stayed at your side, hand firm around your waist as you two mingled with the other guests after dinner. He never let you out of his sight, even walking to the car with you in his grasp.

It started the second the sleek black vehicle pulled out of the parking lot. You were staring out the window, all but giddy. You had finally found the confidence to be a brat in public, and you knew it was about to yield results. He place a hand on your shoulder, drawing your attention, and slowly moved it up to your jaw, thumb playing with your lower lip.

"Enjoy yourself this evening, princesa?"

The deepness in his voice when he got angry was unparalleled by any sound on this earth. Sure you had seen him aggravated in games, when his voice got louder and higher, swearing at other players. But this was a different realm. He spoke slowly and clearly, voice audible but soft. If his usual state was fire and sparks, then this was lava, magma, flowing slowly yet burning even hotter than its flashy counterpart.

You nodded slowly, making a move to lick at his thumb, maybe capture it in your teeth and continue your teasing game. Gavi was rather private, after all, and would never discipline you in front of the poor unsuspecting driver. Or so you thought. No sooner had your tongue made contact with the pad of his finger did you feel the impact on your cheek. The sting and slight burn of the smack had your eyes watering and thighs pushed together. You looked back at Pablo, whose eyes were still dark and lips in their natural downturn.

"I don't know what's gotten into you, thinking you can just act however you like, but you should know better."

Another smack, which caused you to push your thighs even closer together, a gasp of pleasure exiting your lips. The second sound of skin to skin contact had the driver looking in his mirror nervously. He contemplated putting up the partition or intervening if you were hurt. Gavi let out a loud "tch", grabbing you by the jaw and turning your head.

"Look what you've done now. Worrying this poor man whose job is just to drive us, not to deal with your bad behavior. I think you need to show him you're sorry."

The driver heard a soft "I'm sorry" leave your lips, and he opened his mouth to reassure Gavi that it was okay, he had dealt with celebrity clients before, but he was beat to it.

"Oh no, princesa. You need to apologize properly. You think some empty words from your little whore mouth are going to make this better? No, no. Come here."

Hands were on you instantly, lifting you into Pablo's lap. He sat you on his lap, holding your thighs open with his knees. Your hands shot out to cover the barely-there thong that was the only modesty you had left as you were put on display.

"Move your panties to the side. You want to be a slut? Go all the way. Let him see."

The driver was speechless, eyes completely off the road as he watched you slowly and shakily move the black strip of fabric, revealing your shiny core. It was a good thing that it was late and there weren't too many cars.

"P-Pablo, I'm so-"

"Shut the fuck up. These are the consequences of your own actions, baby girl. You have no one to blame but yourself. You were so eager to put on a show for everything with a penis, so go ahead. You're going to fuck yourself with your fingers, nice and slow so mister can watch while driving."

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish. You had thought your antics would get you some rougher man-handling, a little bit of overstimulation - nothing like what was happening now. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, hole clenching around nothing and still on display to this hired driver.

"Pablo please I'm too shy."

"Oh no, you don't get to be shy when it suits you. You wanted to be bold and bratty today. Lets see how far it gets you. Two fingers in, now. Or I'll edge you until you see your fucking maker."

Meeting the eyes of the driver in the mirror once more, you moved your fingers to your clit, circling it gently. This earned you a swat at your soaked pussy from Gavi, who told you to follow the instructions to a tee. Collecting your slick, you pushed your middle and ring finger in, unable to hold back a moan as you finally filled yourself, relief flowing throughout your system. The driver was speeding now, eager to get to a place where he could park and watch you in earnest.

"Slower, princesa. Give this man a proper show to apologize for being a whore in his car."

Your fingers slowed, and you pumped them into yourself deep and hard. Pablo massaged your thighs, sucking deep purple marks into your neck that were just shy from drawing blood. Your mind was swimming, unable to focus on anything except the feeling of Gavi's lips and the stretch of your fingers.

You were on edge when Pablo grabbed your wrist and instructed you to stop. Opening your eyes, you realized you had arrived at his house, the car no longer speeding down the dark roads. Your eyes watered - you had been so close. The driver was bright red, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Gavi moved you off his lap, pulling out his wallet and handing 50 euros to the scarlet man.

"That's half of what I usually tip, but I think you've gotten more than enough compensation tonight."

The car sat in the drive way for a few minutes as you were ushered into the house, one hand around your shoulders and the other unlocking the doors. Once you two were in the bedroom, you heard your next instruction.

"Strip."

You played with the side zipper of your dress, looking up at Gavi through long lashes.

"What if I don't want to?"

His hand was on your throat in a second, pulling you in so that he could look you in the eyes, the hooded gaze caused by lust and anger turning you on more than you thought possible. He pushed you downwards, your knees hitting the floor, as his hand found new purchase in your hair while the other undid his trousers.

"I'm tired of hearing you talk back. You want to use your mouth? Here."

His cock was roughly shoved between your lips, grazing your teeth slightly, but Pablo didn't seem to care. There was no gentle touches or even a chance for you to move. He held your head still, pushing you as far against him as you would go, hearing you cry out and feeling you gag around him, before pulling out and watching you cough and sniffle from the lack of air. He repeated this motion, abusing the back of your throat. Each time he pulled you around his cock again, he pushed you further, until finally the tip of your nose brushed his abdomen. He held you there, head thrown back in bliss as he felt your throat contract around him, your cries and whimpers only making the experience better.

The burn in your throat was vicious, but it was nothing compared to the fire in your lungs from the lack of air. Black spots were forming on the edge of your vision when Pablo finally pulled you off of him, and you choked out a sob, taking in as much oxygen as you could. He loomed over you, unbuttoning his shirt, cock still hanging glistening and red. He undid his cuffs as well, rolling the sleeves, leaving the white material to billow around his toned chest.

You looked at him with blurry, tear-filled eyes. This is what you had been begging for: Gavi so dominant it was almost cruel, but you loved every single second. You crawled over to him, grasping at the material of his trousers, using him as a support for you to stand when he pushed you back to the floor.

"Stay down there, princesa. I'm not done with your punishment."

You were a puddle on the floor, a mess of tears and saliva and arousal, eager to to anything possible to get off.

"Please Pablo please please please touch me. Want you so bad please I need it."

Your sentences were borderline incoherent as you groveled at his feet, so desperate for his touch you thought you would burst into flames. He walked past you, taking a seat on the edge of the large bed. He beckoned you over, and once again you crawled over to him in the dress you had refused to shed.

"You need it? Of course. How can a cum dump like you live if she's not getting her pussy stretched out? Pathetic. You don't deserve it now, baby, not after the way you acted. So ungrateful and impatient. If you had waited until we got home, you could have had my tongue, my fingers, my cock. Now?" He moved one foot, still clad in leather dress shoes, towards you.

"Get yourself off on my fucking shoe. That's all you deserve, slut."

You had lost all sense and ability to think. Hiking up your skirt, you removed your miniscule thong completely and swiftly sat on top of Gavi's foot, moaning out instantly just from the contact. You rocked yourself back and forth, embarrassingly slick, while you muttered thanks under your breath.

"Look at you, making a mess all over me. You just can't control yourself, can you? You just have to keep getting fucked, over and over - you're never satisfied. Such a hungry little cunt you have there." He said as he flexed his foot, making you gasp out loud at the increased pressure. You kept going, gibberish and Pablo's name falling from your lips.

"Go on, slut. Keep going. Cum just like that - getting yourself off on my fucking shoe."

And you did. You went faster, riding with reckless abandon, no care for how deeply humiliating it was to be cumming this way. But you chased your high, crying out when it crashed over you, and you fell against Gavi, clinging to his leg for stability. You continued to rut against him, riding out your high to the fullest. Coming down from the bliss, your shimmering eyes turned towards Gavi.

“Thank you, Pablo.”

Hand careering your jaw, Pablo held your face gently.

“Aw, my pretty little thing. How cute that you think you’re done.”

~

You knew you should have just taken off that God forsaken dress when he told you to. But of course not - you had to continue to talk back and see how far you could push it.

Pablo had pulled you off the ground, pushing you against the bed and unzipping the dress. He would usually rip it in half, eager to touch you, but he was in no rush. He moved you slowly in your post-orgasmic state, bringing your hands behind your back and tying them together with the gathered fabric. After landing a harsh smack in your ass, he walked out of the room, leaving you bound and face down on the mattress. You wanted to cry out for him, but feared invoking any more of Pablo’s wrath.

He came back in with his torture device: a Hitachi wand. You all but screamed when the wand hit your still puffy clit. The vibrations were intense, sending shock waves through you that were equal parts pleasure and pain.

“Pablo, s’too much. Please I can’t.”

A laugh was heard behind you, drowning out the buzzing sound for a moment. He grabbed you by your bound hands, pulling you up to sit against him. You were grateful for the few seconds of relief from the Hitachi. You were now rested against Gavi’s chest, his skin and shirt a contrast to your sweaty back. He pushed your thighs open with one hand, resuming the assault on your abused cunt.

“Oh sweet thing, yes you can. You’re a good little slut aren’t you? Want to make your papi happy don’t you? Gonna do what I say, pretty girl?”

You were in pain. The pleasure was short circuiting your mind. You wanted to say no, it was enough, you had learned your lesson. But your lips betrayed you.

“Yes, yes so good. I’m good. I’ll be good for you. All for you.”

Pablo brought his free hand up to caress your breast, playing with your sensitive nipples. Your second orgasm came quickly, and Gavi pulled the toy away, pushing you back onto your stomach on the mattress once again. You waited to feel the fabric on your wrists loosen, but it never came. Instead, you felt Pablo pull your hips up so that he could access your poor pussy. You didn’t even have a second to protest before a wet stripe was licked up your slit.

“Papi please no more I can’t!” You were properly crying at this point, breathing hard and tears flowing without pause. The overstimulation was too much. Spots started to form on your vision, and you had no thoughts in your brain other than the feeling of Gavi’s tongue against you.

“When will you learn that this isn’t about you, little girl? This is about me. You’ve been whetting my appetite all day, and now you’re telling me not to eat?”

Three sharp smacks to your ass.

“Absolutely not. I’ll feast until I��m fucking full. I don’t care if you pass out - I’m going to be satisfied.”

And he kept his promise. He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked like he was trying to obtain your soul. He alternated to running his tongue all around you, driving you to the absolute brink of insanity.

“Papi.. papi I - cumming, again, I-“

“Don’t you dare.”

You couldn’t believe what was happening to you. Gavi was eating you like you were the last morsel on earth, and you weren’t allowed to cum. You began moving your hips, trying to increase the friction against Gavi’s face. You were transcending, ready to cum for a third time and finally ascend to a different plane.

“Please Pablo.”

“Pablo? Me? Or your new fuck buddy?” He asked, shoving two fingers into your soaked hole, causing you to scream. Fuck the neighbors. Fuck everything that wasn’t Gavi bringing you to paradise.

“You, you you papi you I want you- fuck! Please.”

“Who does this whore cunt belong to?”

“You papi!”

“Who else can fuck you this good?”

“No one! Only you. Please, papi, harder.”

Grabbing you by the hair, he pulled you off the mattress. Drool spilled from your lips, tears staining your cheeks as you whimpered in need. He looked you dead in the eye, taking in your fucked out and over stimulated look.

“That’s fucking right. Tell me baby: what are you willing to do for papi’s cock?”

You were so far gone, you just started speaking, words barely making any sense.

“Anything. Any-hnm Anything you want papi. I’ll do anything. I’m yours to fuck and throw around whenever you want. Want you so bad. Please. I don’t deserve it but please give me your cock.”

Pulling you into him, Pablo placed a searing kiss to your lips.

“That’s a good fucking girl.”

Placing you on his cock, he bounced you on his lap, your hands still restrained as you got pounded into. Your body burned and aches from the exertion, but you were drinking in every moment. You buried your face in Pablo’s neck, whimpering and moaning, as he brought a hand around to play with your clit. You were cumming after the first three flicks of your clit, crying out and slumping into Gavi further.

“Come one, princesa, I’m almost there. You’ve done so well for me. So fucking perfect. Love you so much baby. Make me cum.”

You clenched around him at the words, and he spilled inside you, finally slowing and releasing you from his bruising grip. You were marked all over, laying face down as the exhaustion crept in. A minute after Gavi untied your hands, you drifted to sleep, naked with his seed dripping out of you slowly.

~

The following morning, you awoke cuddled into Gavi’s bare chest, his fingers caressing your hair gently. Your legs were sore, making you groan slightly. You felt Pablo’s lips pressed to your forehead.

“Good morning, princesa. Sleep well?”

“Like a corpse.”

You both giggled lightly just staring at each other lovingly, enjoying the morning afterglow. Pablo’s phone rang, and he answered the line.

“Hello? Yes, speaking…. Wait what? But.. yeah okay. No problem. Charge it to my card on file. Take care.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Car company from yesterday. Driver apparently ran three reds on our way home.”

~~

A/N: GUYYYYSSSSS I SUBMIT MY THESIS TONIGHTTTTTTTT IM SO EXCITED!!! I’ll keep y’all posted on when I actually do it. So close to grad I’m scared but excited. Anyways, like, comment, reblog, give feedback - the works. Love ya!! <<33

[luvletters4nagiseishiro]

break my heart | fuckboy!oikawa

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ oikawa is the school's most renowned playboy and he tries his best to win you over

cw: gn!reader, college au, slight angst, suggestive, but no smut, mutual pining

notes: the slightest blue lock crossover btw

you were irritating to him. the very thought of you boils his blood-- for the simple fact that you showed no interest in him whatsoever. he was the most popular amongst the school, his groupies heart-eyed at the sight of his face, a simple smile from him could make anyone blush- except you.

it was that one day that made him distraught, almost hysterical. you two were in a calculus workshop and sitting in between you two was your friend who had been trying her best to hide the fact that she was completely enamored with oikawa. it's been three weeks into the semester and you couldn't help but wonder what your friend megumi saw in him. to you he was just a pretty face who could set some volleyballs, nothing more.

on top of his obnoxious personality, it also annoyed you just a little bit how he excels in class for someone who you have never seen pick up a pen in the last two semesters. it just sucks that he's always on par with you even with all the hours you put into your studies, but you don't dwell on it too much.

"anyways,, this is boring. let's chat." oikawa grinned playfully, adjusting his body to face you and megumi.

"have you finished the work?" you don't even glance at him and continued to click away on your calculator.

"did it last night." he said casually, leaning against the chair.

how? before you question it any further, megumi piped in. "are you guys going to the music festival in the city this weekend?" her body is completely facing him, obvious that she is directing the question at him with an ulterior motive.

"hmm, i was planning to but i would need someone fun to go with or else it'd be boring." he mused, eyeing you as you don't even bother to face him when he's talking.

"i mean we could go toget-" but before megumi could even finish that sentence, he leaned in forward on the desk.

"if y/n went with me, i'd have a lot of fun." his cheshire cat smile never failed to send shivers down your spine. you turned to see megumi's scowl on her face which made you curse under your breath.

"no thank you." you said quietly, taking a quick glance at her sour expression.

"why not?" he whined, his eyes glinted with amusement as he waited for your reaction.

"i don't think i'd have fun with you at all." you said nonchalantly. you didn't lie. you didn't think you had anything in common with oikawa at all. even if you liked the same music, how strange would it be for you to go to that music festival with him out of all people?

his grin quickly faltered, his face turning blank. he retreated from his position and went slumped back into his chair. he was stumped. every time he tried to make an advance on you, you would just flat-out reject him with no hesitation. it's been like this for months and it's driving him crazy. he even asked in front of megumi on purpose. to show that he only wanted you. and no one else.

after that day, he decided to stop plotting ways to get your attention because he was so busy with club activities and an on-going tournament. that didn't stop him from being his cocky self, flirting with girls that would watch him at the gym and even entertaining the female professors.

but every time oikawa would catch a glimpse of you in class (he tries to at least once every 5 minutes), he couldn't help but feel a burning sensation in his chest at the fact that you still weren't his.

you only realised recently that he barely talked to you in class, his playful remarks were no longer the first thing you heard when you sat down, his teases were no longer distracting you when you tried to do the work. you felt slightly relieved that you were no longer a target of his antics, because you believed deep down that everything he said and did was just a ruse, something to keep him occupied in a boring class.

but, there was a feeling of emptiness that you felt whenever you expected him to give you a witty comment, but he doesn't. and he just looked away. suddenly, every time you saw him entertain someone else you were trying to figure out why your heart would ache in response. why your stomach would churn whenever he paid megumi the slightest attention- knowing that she was obsessed with him. you knew it was just his personally. it was natural for him as a playboy to find new girls to toy around with. but why did it bother you so much?

your other friend reo tasked you with going into the boy's locker room and dropping off his textbook during his soccer practice. you didn't know why he thought it was a good idea, but you couldn't say no because his notes have been practically saving your grades in your economics classes. you thought it'd be easy to do it around this time because everyone is occupied in the gyms training.

walking in, you immediately dropped the textbook in shock when you saw oikawa shirtless and covered in sweat. he was just about to change when he caught your eyes. "so you're sneaking into locker rooms to get a peak of me now?" the cockiest grin formed on his face, the grin that you denied you missed so much.

blood rushed to your cheeks as you took in the sight. beads of sweat glistened on his abs and defined arms, somehow accentuating every line of his defined muscles. your train of thought snapped when he stepped closer to you, the grin not leaving his very, hot face. you couldn't deny it anymore, as much as you tried to. oikawa was extremely hot. no matter how distasteful his personality was to you, his face card would never decline.

"who's this for?" he cocked his head as he picked up the textbook you dropped on the ground and handing it you.

"um. it's for reo." you mutter to the ground, not daring to make eye contact with him in this situation.

he groaned, "soccer players." he took another step closer to you, forcing you to look up at him. so tall. you thought.

he was too close, his lips were only a few inches from yours. and before you could take a step back, his right hand gripped your waist to keep you close to him. "you're really hard to please y/n." he whispered into your ear. the sensation tickling your outer ear, sending shivers down your spine. your heart has never raced this hard before.

"i don't know what you mean..." you breathed out. he lowered his gaze and you felt his breath on your neck, causing even worse heart palpitations.

"i nearly gave up on you, y'know." you tried to step back but for some reason you were frozen in place, you wanted to leave somehow but the feeling of his large hand keeping you in place gave you butterflies in your stomach.

"but seeing you now, i never wanted you more." that sentence alone made you lightheaded. and before your brain could process it any further, your body moved on its own to pull him in for a kiss.

his eyes widened at the sudden advance, unexpected from you to make any move, but it didn't take him long to kiss you back, and hard. he groaned, your lips practically molding together. his left hand kept your head in place. his other hand gripped your waist tightly, making sure not to let go. he didn't ever want to let go.

oikawa's lips were soft, and so was his hair when you tugged at the back of his head, dropping the textbook once more. he groaned against your lips when you matched his roughness.

but you forcefully pulled away, breathless. "oh fuck..." you cursed under your breath. it way was too hot in that room.

"that was not. i am not-" before you could start to make excuses for yourself, he interrupted you.

"are you free tonight?" he queried, giving you an all-too-familiar grin.

"yes." you blurted out, not thinking straight. but the idea of continuing what you started with oikawa after a date didn't seem too bad.

notes: a smut pt.2 would go well with this

[peachhcs]

OMG!! I didnt know you had a gabe au!! Can we have a small fic of Emma watching Gabes first game and seeing him get Player of the Game? 💗

yes!! i started it back in april of this year and then highkey abandoned it because i got busy, but i won't do that again i promise. i love emma and gabe <3. also excuse the google translated french i don’t speak french so i had to use my resources 😔

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emma sat up with julianne, olivia, and samy watching the first game of world juniors unfold down on the ice. her boyfriend was right up there with his linemates ryan and james as they passed between one another to shoot a goal past germany's defense. the three had been killing it on the ice back in boston, so it was rewarding getting to see them play together on the big stage.

with it being emma's first time to world juniors, she was excited to watch these top, respectable players compete against and with one another over the next week and a half. the stands were electric and the arena was so loud she could hardly hear herself over all the fans. it was like this in the conte though too. those boston fans were always super rowdy.

the blonde sported her one of gabe's old usa hockey shirts he lent her and her hair was pulled back in two little braids into a ponytail. samy insisted they all wore red, white, and blue ribbons. emma had never cheered harder for her own country and this would probably be the only time she cheered this hard for the usa to win.

gabe was flying across the ice with the puck. ryan and james followed after him if he needed to make a pass, but the dark-haired boy had it under control as he wiggled past germany to score his first goal of the game. the girls jumped up in excitement and the horns blared bringing the score to 5-2. gabe did a lap around the rink as the canadians cheered and smiled up at emma when he passed her section. the girl blushed, smiling back at him as went to celebrate with his teammates.

the game continued and the boys continued their spark. germany was working hard, but the usa boys just had the upper hand on them tonight and kept scoring.

the girls were probably on their feet every few minutes because the boys kept scoring which meant they kept celebrating. when gabe got his second goal, emma was ecstatic. she screamed like crazy and showed off his name on her back to everyone else behind them, screaming how that was her boyfriend down there. gabe blushed seeing her go crazy for him and blew her a kiss on his lap around.

when the game ended, usa won in an overwhelming 10-4, gabe having two of those goals and one assist. the boys were glowing with happiness as they went back down the tunnel and the others scrambled to meet them once they came out.

emma was bouncing on her heels waiting for gabe to come back out. she talked with the girls a bit as they discussed the game, toying with the ends of her shirt in excitement and anticipation.

finally, their rowdiness could be heard when the door opened back up. the blonde stood up on her tip toes searching for her boyfriend, finally seeing him come out with a huge smile on his lips and eyes searching for her too. when they found one another he quickly ran to scoop her up into his arms.

“i’m so, so proud of you. you did so well!” the girl exclaimed, laughing as he planted a hundred kisses on her face.

“all because of you,” he mumbled sweetly making her blush.

“j'adore te regarder là-bas (i love watching you out there),” emma mumbled earning a bright blush on gabe’s cheeks hearing her speak french to him.

“j'adore t'avoir ici avec moi (i love having you here with me),” gabe kissed her lips that time. the couple shared a sweet kiss before ryan’s voice pulled them apart saying they needed to do media.

the boy squeezed her one last time before he had to join the others, “i’ll catch you after media, okay?” emma nodded and she let him go off with the others.

the blonde was grinning from ear to ear as she followed the others back into the main lobby where the boys would come out again. she checked her phone where she caught a glimpse of one of the twitter headlines saying gabe was named player of the game. emma’s eyes widened just as samy showed her the same thing.

“he got player of the game! oh my god!” emma squealed and the other girls joined in with her excitement. she knew that was probably what the reporters were asking him about in the interviews right now and now she couldn’t wait to give him another congratulations.

the boys came out for the last time almost fifteen minutes later. emma caught gabe’s eyes again and she jumped right over to him. “congrats mr. player of the game!” she exclaimed making the boy laugh.

“thank you, thank you. i’m still in shock honestly,” gabe laughed, bringing her into his arms like he did earlier.

“why? you’re hella good. i didn’t expect anything less,” emma praised making his cheeks flush into a pink again.

“you flatter me too much. i love you,” he kissed her cheek.

“i love you too,” she giggled and they made their back over to where the other guys were getting more congratulations.