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doubledyke · 3 months

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By the way, do you believe Eddy's mistreatment of Edd and Ed is, in some level, his confused, mistaken way of showing affection for them? I mean, we know he follows Bro a lot, believes he loves him and makes everything for his well (''maybe I was a little tough... but that's how my brother taught me'') and this reflects on his treatement of his friends... Essentially Eddy sees Edd and Ed as his surrogate brothers (sometimes being protective of them and all), but he also do has a utterly twisted vision of how brothers act and has no idea of how showing love in a healthy way, which not involves abuse?

i think that's a valid theory! especially with ed since he's sort of the "big" brother he SHOULD have had. i'm not really sure what i think though. we know violence was normalized for eddy from a very young age, and i think it's kinda just something he defaults to without giving it much thought. it's the most effective way to get his point across, or get people to do what he wants - it always worked on him at least. i also imagine eddy is the type that doesn't realize how forceful he's actually being until someone tells him. "c'mon, i didn't even hit you THAT hard ya big baby." so i don't necessarily think he's always trying to cause grave bodily harm, but i don't know if i'd say it's affectionate? it could be! i don't know enough about that kind of thing to really theorize.

i gotta ask the expert here, @gettingfrilly, who can undoubtedly provide a better analysis of it, if/when they have the time. they touched on the way eddy views violence in their post about eddy + empathy which i've linked previously. i should probably just link their analyses in my pinned post at this point lol.

#anyway i'm gonna try and get to the rest of these asks over the weekend #there are some in there that i don't really feel comfortable answering/don't know how to answer so i won't be posting those #i appreciate your asking my opinion but i generally try to avoid speaking on topics i have zero experience with or knowledge of #especially the heavier ones yknow #but thank you to the anon that sent them nonetheless #i love getting asks so send away

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 9 months

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Chibs with a reader around the same age as Juice and they do it on Chibs’s bike at the club house thinking nobody is there but they get caught by a few of the members

Teach Me How to Ride.

Synopsis - Chibs is teaching you how to ride (in more ways than one).

Pairing - Filip 'Chibs' Telford x Female Reader

Warnings - smut. cursing. age gap.

Age Rating - 18+

Word Count - 1k

Author's Note - thank you SO much for this request, anon. it made me feral. that old man owns me and i'm not sorry about it. always open to SOA and chibs requests. <3

Masterlist. Inbox.

"Any weekend plans, darlin'?"

You smile at the blonde man sat on the other side of the bar you're wiping down.

"Nothing too exciting. I think I'm gonna try and get out on my bike."

His brows raise in curiosity.

"You have a bike now?"

"Yeah. Chibs is teaching me how to ride."

"I bet he is."

You roll your eyes at the snickers that come from the other guys who are dotted around the room.

"Real mature, Jax."

"Is he charging you for these lessons, or are you paying him in other ways?"

You put down your cloth and look up.

"I'll jump over this bar and beat your ass right now, Tig. Don't think I won't."

They all laugh, and you can't help but chuckle along with them. You know they mean well. They'd do anything for you, in a heartbeat.

Eventually, the sun sets, and all of the guys make their way home. You've been restocking the bar, not minding staying a little later if it means you get the job done.

You're crouched down filling the fridge when you hear a familiar Scottish accent echo though the clubhouse.

"You still here, sweetheart?"

You stand up and smile at him, grinning wider when he reciprocates.

"Still here. Trying to get my shit done."

"That's my girl. Always working ten times harder than the rest of us."

You laugh, throwing him a beer.

"You're here late. How did the run go?"

"All good, nothing to worry about," he winks.

You think back to Jax's comment earlier, and decide you've had enough of avoiding the truth. You want answers. You also just kind of want to know what he'll say.

"Why does everyone think we're fucking?"

Chibs practically chokes on his drink, taken aback by your sudden brashness.

"What?"

"You heard me."

He takes a moment to process, before a slow smile etches itself onto his face.

"Why do you ask that?"

"Just something Jax said earlier."

"Ignore that bastard. He doesn't think before he speaks."

You chuckle in agreement, finishing up your jobs for the day.

"You wan' a ride home?"

You nod gratefully, making sure to lock up before walking over to where Chibs is leaning against his bike. He's parked by the door, under the shelter, obscured from the yard. He slips a helmet onto your head, before standing in front of you to do up the buckle. His rough fingertips slide under your chin, clasping the straps in place. He swipes a thumb over your bottom lip gently, eyes never leaving your face.

"You're too good for me," he murmurs. "Pretty young thing like you."

"Everyone already thinks we're fucking anyway," you whisper, smirk on your face.

He chuckles lowly, before leaning in to capture your lips with his. He kisses you with need, unbuckling the helmet he just put on you and dropping it to the ground. He's grabbing at you - your hips, your ass, anywhere he can find. You've got your hands tangled in his hair, yanking roughly when he bites your lip.

The two of you waste no time. Chibs is shrugging his jacket off while unbuttoning your pants, pulling them down. You're fumbling with his belt, undoing his jeans with shaky hands. You're both high on adrenaline, desperate to feel the other person. He smashes his lips back to yours and you groan, reveling in the way he tastes like smoke and peppermint.

Chibs grabs your hips and walks you backwards, twirling you around so you're bent over his bike. You can't help but laugh, remembering what Jax had said.

"What?" he chuckles into your ear, hot and heavy against your back.

"Nothing," you giggle. "I'll tell you later. You gonna fuck me, old man, or just stand there?"

He growls under his breath and smacks your ass as punishment, smirking when you whine.

"You gonna ask me nicely, sweetheart?"

At this point, you're not above begging. Besides, you know it'll do wonders for his ego, and you don't entirely mind that.

"Please, Chibs," you whinge. "Waited so long for this."

"Oh, ya have?" he coos. "Better not keep you waitin' then."

In one smooth thrust he slides home, both of you groaning in unison. He plants a hand on the back of your neck, the other with a firm grip on your hip, providing him with leverage. He sets a steady, even pace, careful not to knock the bike over.

He tilts his hips upwards a little and you keen, seeing stars.

"Right there? Yeah? That's it, isn't it?"

You only nod in response, holding onto the motorcycle for dear life. You trust him, though. You know he won't let you fall.

"Fuck, darlin'. You feel so good."

"So close," you choke out.

"I know, I know. Can feel you squeezin' me. Come on, that's it. Good girl."

The lilt of his accent combined with the glide of his hips is lethal, sending you over the edge in no time. You see stars, heart racing and mind blank.

Your undoing is also Chibs'. He groans as he finds his release, leaning over to rest his head between your shoulders. You're both panting, chests heaving as you recover.

After a moment, the bike groans, and you both jump up, laughing as you do it. You're redressing, Chibs stealing kisses from you, when you hear a voice cut through the darkness.

"Well, shit. I was only kidding earlier."

You can hear Jax's teasing drawl before he comes into view, cocky smirk drawn across his face.

You groan as Chibs rolls his eyes and throws his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him. Both of you know you're not going to hear the end of this for a long time.

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captainjacklyn · 8 months

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Love, Love, Love Part 1-ish

A/N : a small fic made from this incorrect quote which I promised a part 2 and here it is just- longer.

Context : Rollo gets transferred to NRC for a few months, The Headmaster decides that he would be staying at Ramshackle Dorm much to Malleus' dismay (along with grim and the first years who are aware of the truth). Yuu doesn't find it nice either but with time they allow the third year to open up to them, eventually growing mutual respect for one another, perhaps some friendship..and a bit more.

Warning(s) : fluff, hints of rollo liking Yuu, this is a continuation of some sort to my joke so pls understand that it isn't from the beginning, Rollo might be OOC he's just scared of Yuu, they/them pronouns for Prefect !

A bit of background..

"I'm back from dealing with the principal's casual destruction ! How are you boys holding up ?" The prefect announced their arrival back at Ramshackle the moment they got in. A smile, half glad it was over while the other half expressed their passive aggressive bitterness from when taking care of other people's jobs. Grim was laying on the couch looking at one of his notebooks to try and study for an upcoming assessment. Rollo flamm, a new temporary resident of the manor was reading a book of his own next to the fiery raccoon, his attention turned to Yuu when he heard their voice.

"Ah. Welcome back Prefect, are you alright ?" He asked, placing his volume on the side and getting up from his seat to take their bag. Yuu thanked him and stretched their arms before walking over to Grim and patting his head. The feline let out a hum as his henchman did so and once the bedroom door closed, the two occupants glared at each other.

"Weasel."

"Simp"

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Since it was the weekend, most students had the option to rest their minds or do the opposite of relax because of a test. "Hey guys what are you doing ?" This current scene happened a few days after the first, Yuu was once again returning to Ramshackle. Though this time, they stopped at the small gates when they noticed their first year friend group staring at Rollo from a distance.

When the Prefect called out to them, Ace quickly turned around and shushed them. "We're observing the enemy." Deuce explained in a hushed tone, They only chuckled at their antics and Epel attempted to defend their choice of pass-time. "We don't what he could be planning this time ! I mean he's gardening right now, you know what that means.." The way his tone of voice changed towards the end of his sentenced made Deuce frown in remembrance of that incident.

Yuu shook their head with a knowing smile as they approached them and ruffled Epel's hair. "Don't worry, I'm making sure he doesn't make the same mistake. He's getting better, I promise." They didn't buy it but Ace nodded along with a shrug, possibly considering the option since he wasn't there when it all happened.

To reassure them, Yuu continued as they all looked back at Rollo who was watering the plants at the entrance. (he stated that it would look nice because of how dried the yard was, Yuu only agreed as long as he did the work) "I'm sure he'll change into becoming a nice normal man...very normal." then Rollo started to spin around as he watered the flora. The collective all narrowed their eyes, "That's not very normal." Yuu commented.

In a minute he changed his stance completely and went back to his original position. "That's normal." The prefect spoke while pointing at him to prove their judgement, Adeuce and Epel nodded their heads at the same time. However they all scrunched up their faces and tilted their head to the side a second after Rollo sprayed fertilizer in his eyes.

Yuu ignored it and gave Deuce a pat on the shoulder. "Anyways- It's gonna be exciting to have someone new around. Nobody is born bad, I promise you that. I'll get to know him and we can all share our lands...even though I feel like contradicting my own words." they muttered under their breath as they walked away from the group and pass the gates, to go speak to their tenant who was..performing strange water rituals. "Flamm !"

Their voice was firm enough to have the eyebag silver-haired individual look their way the instance they spoke. Mostly because they made it very clear that they were the boss around this area, by using threats that is..brutal ones to say the least.

"Oh hello Prefect, I was just taking care of the plants-" "Yes I know you were performing your bizarre holy water ceremony." They cut him off halfway and right when he was about to say something, the not-so-genuine smile on their face made him change his mind. "Uh Yes..that was it." he accepted their statement, learned a while ago that saying no to someone who could force him to sleep in mud wasn't the best option.

Then Yuu suddendly perked up. "Oh right I came back from Sam's shop to bring you these, just like you requested." Reaching into their satchel, the magicless student handed him a few bags of flower seeds. He offered a small smile as he took them, "Thank you." Rollo responded, they answered with another smile and although they were serious, it was much more for setting something straight rather than intimidating him. "I trust you, Rollo..And I really hope that your brief stay with us helps you with whatever you're..going through I guess." Yuu carried on, Rollo looked at them for a while as he took in their words, he then gave them another small smile.

"Thank you..I appreciate it." They chuckled as he spoke softly. "Just looking out for my non-non magic user !" they joked.

A little further off was the trio of freshman watching the scene unfold in disbelief.

"He has to go."

"Agreed."

hope you liked reading this, part 2/3

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linddzz · 4 months

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Here an assortment of Facts About Morpheus in the Red Flags AU. Where I'm starting to lean more towards the version where they meet and are already into each other before the ""Fake Date"" Incident:

-Jessamy is the raven he took care of when he found her injured outside of his townhome. He now has a room with a window he often keeps open for her to fly into whenever she feels like it. I don't know how legal any of this is in London but tbh it doesn't matter because he also does not know what the laws are and doesn't care.

- His townhome is very dark maximalist in decor, which tends to surprise people at first. There are houseplants and little statues all over, and the walls are hidden behind millions of bookshelves. There is an art studio room and books scattered everywhere. Very recently, hypothetical visitors would notice a lot of child locks and child proofed areas that have a bit of a panicked "I bought every safety thing in the store bc I have no idea wtf I'm doing" energy to them.

- He has a therapist. Yes, the Morpheus that Hob meets is the upgraded version who is actually working on himself already. This is what the improved personal growth version of Morpheus is like.

Anyway, said therapist is Gilbert F. Greene. Because Morpheus going head to head with an unstoppable force of old timey adorable optimism who will also not take his shit is delightful. Dr. Greene insists on going by first names and Morpheus always makes "Gilbert" sound like a slur in retaliation. Some conversations I imagine include:

"Good morning Gilbert, you will never guess who had what you might call a """relapse into self destructive behaviors"""" last night."

"I am very sorry to hear that my dear boy. Let me say though, that I am so very proud of you for calling me! That is a phenomenal step for you and it's wonderful that you are being proactive in your recovery."

"Don't patronize me Gilbert. I will hang up."

(this ended up being super long so I'm just gonna spare y'all's dash. Warning for some lightly touched on mentions of drug use and self destructive behavior.)

- Him getting a therapist was part of the requirements for gaining visitation rights and then weekend custody once a month with Orpheus. The therapy is actually helping, and he's bitter about that.

- His given name is actually Dream, he goes by his middle name. All the Endless siblings have awful names. Desire goes by Adonai because who calls a fucking child Desire???

When Hob meets the rest of the family, Destiny goes "it's good to see you again, Dream" and Hob begins turning to Morpheus like "lmao who tf is named Dream" only to find Morpheus glaring daggers at his brother.

- The Endless parents are rarely around. Some of the siblings still live in the manor and they all use it for family dinners, but it's common for their parents to be off travelling for years at a time.

- Morpheus is an author and a painter who has a bajillion pen names to go with each genre he writes in, so it's hard to figure out exactly how much he's written. Even before becoming a father though, his face and full name is mostly associated with children's fantasy stories that he illustrates himself, and his Art vs Artist vibe is very Miyazaki.

Him and Calliope collaborated on a series of illustrated poetic translations of ancient epics. Their divorce was exactly as messy as one might imagine the divorce between two passionate artist types might be.

- His downward spiral of self destruction started before the divorce but oh boy did it nosedive during and after.

- When she got pregnant after divorce proceedings had started, there was a moment where they were both meeting with lawyers and one asked something along the lines of if this meant they would try for reconciliation and staying together. Calliope said "no" immediately.

It's not like Morpheus exactly thought they would get back together, but the speed and firmness of that hard "no" had his head screaming with white noise and some badly thought out self medication for months, which ended up being why Calliope got full custody and he is just now able to get more involved with the now two year old Orpheus.

- His rebound with Thessaly was also messy. She was just in it for a fun fling and he was... Morpheus. He found out he got dumped when she informed him she was already in the process of moving back to Greece, and Johanna said he needed to be banned from any more beautiful Greek expats from that day forth.

- No one can figure out what the deal is with him and Lucienne. The simple explanation is they're queerplatonic soul mates. Lucienne's wife Gault thinks they're a bit codependent (not an inaccurate assessment), but is more civil with him since the day she yelled at him to go get an actual therapist instead of constantly putting his shit on Lucienne, and he actually did. (It is unclear if this or Calliope demanding therapy for him to get visitation with Orpheus was his wake up call catalyst, but probably a bit of both.)

- Lucienne was originally a personal assistant. She now works as his editor since she seems to be the only person who can keep track of all the shit he's written. She is also the only person who can get away with critiquing his works in progress without sending him into a fit where he might burn all his manuscripts.

- When Morpheus started mentioning this Gadling guy a lot, Lucienne paid a visit to the pub. Not to do anything so crude as to threaten a man's life if he breaks her sensitive friend's heart. What could she do anyway? No no. She's just here to smile with zero trace of humor and ask some questions while looking him up and down through her spectacles. Hob will later describe this as one of the most pants shitting moments of his life, and he felt like he got transformed back into a primary school kid who talked slightly too loudly in the library.

- Morpheus went through a slutty phase during and shortly after University that was less of a healthy and fun exploration of his sexuality and libido, and a bit more "I will take anyone who will have me in any way they will want me and I know that if nothing else, I'm pretty."

- Him and Johanna used to have a game seeing who could get more free drinks in one night. This had to be put to an end when it turned into the catalyst for at least three screaming fights between them.

Fight subjects were

Quality vs Quantity. Morpheus insists his ability to get people to buy him a single glass of wine that costs £50 beats Johanna's cheap beers. Johanna disagreed. loudly.

Is it cheating when Morpheus ran to the bathroom to smudge on some eyeliner and then stole Johanna's lip gloss? Is it further cheating when Johanna realized that his main method of getting drinks was "act like Adonai"? Accusations that he would ever act like his horrid annoying younger sibling sent Morpheus into an absolute tantrum.

Competitiveness DID overcome sibling rivalry enough for Morpheus to go to Adonai for makeover assistance. This backfired because it made Morpheus hot to the point of intimidating, and Johanna won that night.

- After Hob starts flirting with him, Morpheus goes suspiciously into a Romantic, Pre-Raphaelite inspired art era featuring lots of noble knights with dark sunlit hair. A lot of them seem to be lured in by dark haired fae entities all La Belle Sans Merci style. It's disgustingly obvious.

-Therapy has made him juuuuust self aware enough to know that he MAYBE tends to go a bit hard and fast with romance. This makes him a little more cautious with Hob than he usually would be, and he's doing a bit of "Hob is so nice and sweet and interested but I'm gonna mess it up :(((" pining. Everyone around him is fucking sick of it. He is not self aware enough to realize he's still going super hard and fast, but this time he's doing it while sighing sadly and drawing Hob in his sketchbook all the fucking time.

#red flags au #human au #Dreamling #gonna make my pinned masterpost to organize shit later today djdjdksk

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beatrixstonehill2 · 4 months

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"Derrick! I'm so happy you could make it down for the weekend! Thank you, so much!" Marcy said.

"No problem. I'm trying to be more spontaneous, my cousin asks me to go to the beach for the weekend--fuck it, what else am I gonna do? Drink beer and jerk off?"

"Awww, still no girlfriend? Boo!"

"Yep, still single. But it's nice to see you again! You're looking as.... wow as ever."

Marcy giggled. "Thanks, Derrick..... so, I wanted us to spend the weekend together because this Monday something special is happening..."

"Special, like what?"

"Well, I got this new job, and I need to look more professional, as my boss puts it, and I mean..... having these huge boobs was nice while I was in sorority and partying a lot. They were a ton of fun, but they look pretty silly on me now. So, he talked me into getting them reduced! I'm actually going all the way down to an A-cup, if you can believe it."

"Holy shit.... all for a job? Damn, rest in peace. I think they look incredible on you."

Marcy bounced them for her cousin. "No duh you do! You're a guy, seeing these huge jiggly breasts makes your cock hard!"

"Uhhh..... what? My.... did I just hear you right?"

Marcy reached out and stroked Derrick's cock through his shorts. "Wow, so much bigger than it used to be! What, you think I didn't notice how hard it used to be when we were together? Or how you used to jerk off watching me toss and turn, conveniently with my boobs falling out of my top?"

"You.... knew about all of that?"

"You're so bad at hiding it. I counted at least five times you came in your pants just looking at my boobs, which is why I'd always go braless when you visited."

"And you weren't grossed out, seeing me drool all over your tits like that?"

"Grossed out? No way! I found it so flattering! We're both out of college, in our mid twenties, what's stopping us from finally having some adult fun? This weekend, you can be my boyfriend. I want you to treat me how you've always fantasized about treating a girl. You can spank me or grope me in public, kiss me all you want, slap my tits around. Or just fuck me in front of all the tourists you like. Your call."

"All because your boobs are getting chopped off on Monday?"

"Exactly! Someone might as well enjoy them, and I remembered you clearly fantasized about my breasts an awful lot. I hope you aren't too bummed that they'll be shrunk down to such a pathetic little size."

"Nah, it'll be fun seeing you get humiliated like that for a job. I hope you're left with just two nipples tinier than mine on a totally flat chest."

"Ooooo, so you wanna see my boobs get ruined as much as my boss does, then?"

"I take it he has a thing for embarrassing you and this isn't just about professionalism?"

"Mayyybe...." Marcy giggled. "He just adores demeaning me anyway he can in front of my colleagues. He's actually going to have my breast reduction filmed live for us all to watch over a Zoom call. They'll have my boobs numbed then picked apart as I'm awake. The best part is it'll be happening during a big, two-hour meeting with the regional management of our company. So I'll be introduced and start discussing our sales and operations' figures, only for my clothes to be removed, my tits numbed, and my breasts reduced to nothing all as I'm participating in this big meeting, speaking with regional for the very first time...."

"Damn, that's so cruel it's kind of hot."

"I know, right? I'm so happy you'll enjoy seeing me lose my boobs, even though they make your cock so hard! I'll give you the room code and password so you can watch the meeting, while we're at it."

"And in the meantime, I'll make sure these juicy tits are nice and swollen and bruised by monday. Wouldn't want them to look neglected for your big meeting."

Marcy blushed as Derrick pulled out her breasts, kneading and squeezing them as she giggled, "They belong to you, just like the rest of me, all weekend long! ❤️"

#breast reduction kink #breast shrinking kink #breast deflation #body modification kink #breast destruction

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ifimdreaming · 1 year

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Any chance you could write some fluff about taking care of Matthew Knies after his concussion?

blurb!

you're supposed to be resting

matthew knies x reader || fluff

summary: basically eaxctly was was requested, and matthew is very stubborn

author's note: im so sorry this took so long! ive been super busy lately

word count: 1k

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you didn't even have to open the front door before you could hear the sound of the tv playing, you knew matthew was watching the leafs play. Having supposed to be essentially on bed rest after his concussion, it infuriated you to know he wasn't taking it completely seriously.

You told him you werent coming over until later so you knew he wasnt expecting you, but you couldnt stand knowing he was home alone, probably not taking care of himself like he should be

You open the door and see matt click the tv off immediately. He looks over at you with a knowing look and you shake your head back at him. After closing the door behind you, you kick your shoes off and head to the kitchen to put away the food you bought for the weekend.

“Hi baby, you're here early…” matthew says finally

“What are you doing?” you ask, seeing as he is sitting on the couch with no tv on

“Im…uh” he starts, “don't lie.” you say, breaking him

“Fine, I turned the game on. But I swear I was only going to watch for a minute. It was killing me.”

You roll your eyes and head over to sit beside him on the couch. You knew it killed him not to be able to play tonight, let alone attend the game. But he was under strict rules not to watch any screens or devices, as to not worsen his concussion.

“I know matty” you say as you sit right next to your boyfriend, cuddling into his side and lifting your legs to rest bent on his lap. He wraps his arm around you, pulling you tighter and resting his hand on your butt

“How about i distract you” you suggest, knowing it would eat him alive anyway, just listening to the game and not being able to watch

“Hm. i like that idea” he says, leaning his head back against the couch and closing his eyes tightly. You could tell the brightness of the room was irritating him

“Hey! how bout we go upstairs and cuddle, yeah?” you knew if you suggested he lay down in a dark room without you he would not be very happy about that. He hated this recovery period, so honestly the most effective method in helping him recover was treating him like a little kid and making things sound like the best idea ever.

“Id love that” he says, lifting you up with him bridal style as he stands up from the couch and starts heading towards the stairs.

“Wait! Pit stop!” you say pointing towards the kitchen and he turns on his heels

“On it” he says, obeying your demands as he carries you towards the kitchen

“Freezer please!” you say and he heads towards the freezer door. You open it and pull out an ice pack for his head. Matthew rolls his eyes, knowing you were slightly tricking him into getting the ice for himself

“Ok lets go bud.” you say sharply as you pat his chest, not giving him any time to complain

you place the ice pack at the back of matts neck, holding it there as you head upstairs. When you reach the bedroom you swiftly turn the light off as you pass by the door, making sure the room is perfect in aiding matthews injury.

“I know what you're doing you know” matt says as he places you down on the bed

“What? Coming over to cuddle with you?”

“Mm more like coming over to take care of me?” he says, mocking your voice and making you crack a smile. He sits beside you in the dark room as you lie in his bed, and wait for him to join you

“Well you were literally doing everything you shouldn't be doing when i walked in sooo…”

“I've been lying down all day long!” he says exasperatedly, knowing you're right

“Well I'm here now. and I want to cuddle. So we're gonna lie down some more mkay?” you say sassily as you reach in front of you, trying to find him in the dark. You find his chest and pull him towards you by his shirt, urging him to give in to you

Matthew took this as an opportunity to place a kiss on your lips, catching you off guard. After a moment, you lean into the kiss and matthew scoots closer to you, closing the space that was between you both

Matthew passionately grabs you by the waist as he leans over your body, kissing down your neck, making his way to your chest

You pull his face up to yours and he fights to bring it down again

“Matty!” you whine and he continues kissing you cheeks after leaving bruises on your neck

“You're supposed to be resting.” you say with a laugh and he sits up on his elbows, hovering over you, and you can just tell there is a smirk on his face.

He places a gentle kiss on your lips, ignoring your previous statement.

“This is not resting” you say as you press your pointer finger to his lips and you can feel his smirk grow against your finger. You're trying really hard not to sound like a babysitter, but are still trying to look out for him

“Ok fine” he sighs out as he collapses beside you. With his body off of yours, you take this as an opportunity to reach down to the end of the bed and find the ice pack that was left there, swiftly placing it behind his head.

Without a word he turns his head to look at you with squinted eyes. Even in the dark, you can just see the annoyance plastered all over his face. You hold in a laugh as you adjust his pillow, continuing to care for your injured boyfriend.

He helps you adjust the sheets as you both get undr the covers. Regardless of his feigned annoyance, you knew matthew did appreciate you and what you were doing for him.

“Ok ok ok” Matthew says, stopping you as you are still adjusting his ice pack. he pulls you in beside him and you immediately place a hand under his shirt, moving your hand up and down his chest. Something you always did to comfort him.

He begins placing kisses to the top of your head as you cuddle in beside him, relaxing completely under his touch

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#matthew knies #toronto maple leafs #knies #maple leafs #tml #toronto maple leafs x reader #toronto maple leafs fic #maple leafs fic #hockey x reader #hockey blurb #hockey imagine #nhl writing #nhl fluff #nhl imagine #nhl blurb #nhl #ifimdreamingwrites

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angelsanarchy · 11 months

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One Long Weekend: - Clyde/YN One-Shot Series CH 02

"Fuck does this mean you get to taser me?" "100 Percent."

FRIDAY 10:30PM

Y/n stood at the foot of the stage taking photos of the metal band currently occupying the stage. Luckily they brought a crowd of headbangers rather than full violent moshing or else the photo quality would suffer. Baby had promised a few hundred bucks for some promotional photos for the local venues and after the rent hike, she could use the extra cash.

Tonight had been different than most. Usually she was strictly business, bouncing from one venue to the next getting the photos taken and crawling into bed at 2AM just to have Baby blowing up her phone for the images before she's even had a chance to get real sleep. Tonight she finally got a chance to meet the shaggy haired, stoner who seemed to travel with one of the local bands. She had thought maybe he was blind at one point with how he stared blankly at her but one of the bartenders assured her that he was pretty harmless, if not a pain in the ass.

"Hey Y/N, you staying for the next couple of bands? We've got some new guys coming in." The bartender knew Baby and had kind of taken me under their wing while I was working these jobs. Bartenders and bouncers seemed to really enjoy her company.

"I might stay for a few. I don't have anymore pressing items on my agenda so I might as well." Y/n packed up her camera and sat on a stool for at least two more performers before bidding farewell to the bartender and heading towards whatever commotion that was trapped at the front door. The owner of the venue had been arguing with someone, cussing loudly at him and telling him that he was banned.

"Oh don't be such a soft dick! I promise not to jump off the tables...much." The voice is what caught her attention.

"Tony! Hey Tony!" Y/n yelled trying to get the attention of the bouncer.

"STAY THE FUCK OUT!" The club owner shoved Clyde out the door and throwing his hands up as he told off the band he traveled with. Johnny tried to plead his case while she squeezed past and saw Clyde on his hands and knees.

"I deserved that." Clyde was trying to peel himself off the pavement. He looked up and met her gaze with a stupid grin.

"That's my girlfriend." Clyde stumbled forward putting his hands on her shoulders.

"In your dreams kid." Tony scoffed.

"Where have you fucking been?" Clyde whispered.

"I didn't get the bat signal that I would need to be peeling you off the sidewalk. That's clearly my fault." Y/n put rested her hand on Clyde's.

"Oh come on Y/n! You aren't really with these guys are you?" Tony whined as the rest of the band shuffled out. They all looked a little dejected.

"Unfortunately Tony, I do. I'm going to need to cash in on that favor. Can you talk to Pete for me? See if you can get them back in to play a set? Even if it's just tomorrow?" Johnny looked at Clyde who's mouth hung open.

"I can give it a try but this is your only favor. No more freebies." Tony shook his head before shaking Johnny's hand.

"Wow um I love Clyde's stalkee. Thank you!" Johnny reached out and pulled y/n into a hug.

"No problem. Crowd is better on Saturday anyway. Just try and keep this one from getting me put on the banned list." Clyde put his hand on his heart.

"Johnny, I told you she wants to have my little deaf babies." Johnny laughed.

"You better make sure she isn't trying to make babies with anyone with both functioning ears first bud." The van pulled up and the band started loaded it up with their gear.

"You gonna be okay to get home?" Y/n asked seeing Clyde stumbling over to her again.

"What answer would get you to come with us?" Clyde tested.

"I mean I know your boyfriend...or girlfriend or they-friend is probably waiting up-" She cut Clyde off.

"I'm not seeing anyone actually but I should probably get home. This is the first night I'll make it to the motor-rail before it closes for the night." Clyde seemed amused.

"What? No! You can't take the train. Come hang out for a bit and then I can drive you home. It's the least I can do for helping the guys out." Clyde tossed his thumb back towards the van as they finished loading it up.

"Honestly I don't know that I trust you to drive me anywhere right now. You're a little loose on your feet." Clyde swayed a bit as he stood in front of her.

"Even more of a reason to come with. I will let you drive. I'm already deaf, do you really want me to be cripple too?" Clyde showed y/n the hearing aid fitted to his ear. She could smell the weed on him when he swayed towards her. She didn't have anywhere to be for the rest of the night and its not like anyone was waiting at home.

"Fuck it. Who am I to let you crash and burn on a perfectly good long weekend." Y/n held her hand out for the keys and Clyde bounced on his feet, handing the keys over.

"Every weekend is a long weekend if you try hard enough." Clyde hopped into the passenger seat.

"Some of us have weekday jobs, sweetheart." Y/n slammed the driver door shut and looked back at the band.

"Guys, this is my new wife Y/n. Y/n these are the guys. They're all stupid fuckers but they play killer music." Clyde introduced her to the band and they threw empty bottles and trash at his introduction.

"It's a pleasure. If one of you can give me a coherent address, I will get you all there in one piece." Y/h promised firing up the van.

"310 W. Utah. It's the really shitty brick apartments on the corner of Tracy Park and Violet Ridge." Clyde said sitting back in the seat. She knew where that was. It was actually about 45 minutes from her apartment if there wasn't any traffic.

Y/n started to pull away from the curb and immediately the horn started blaring.

"Did you fuckers rig my steering wheel again?" Clyde whined returning the trash that was thrown at him.

"Just try not to use the turn signals. These idiots think it's funny when they mess with the only guy who has a van big enough to transport their shit for free." Clyde gave them the finger before reaching across y/n and flipping the signal off.

"No turning signals. Got it. I'm sure the Vegas residence are accustom to it by now." Clyde laughed at the joke as she drove.

"Does your deafness have a great story worth teasing you over or were you born with it?" Y/n asked. Clyde seemed surprised she bothered asking.

"No it's not too recent but I definitely wasn't born with it. You'll have to dig a little deeper for that story though." Clyde smirked. Y/n rolled her eyes with a snort.

"Always a give and take with you." She remarked.

"Hey I can always tell you and waste your payback for saving my ass but then how would you get home?" Clyde teased.

"Oh I won't need a ride home but I already have plans for that payback so by all means, please keep that story in the cards." Y/n kept her eyes on the road and her hands on the wheel as Clyde sighed.

"Fuck, you're gonna taser me aren't you?" Clyde turned his body towards her and she nodded.

"Oh 100%." Y/n's response made Clyde run his hands down his face.

The guys in the back of the van started laughing and ribbing Clyde about being tasered and he swatted at them.

"How are you going to tase a deaf guy? Isn't that like kicking a kid in a wheelchair?" Clyde offered.

"Absolutely not. One is a dick move and the other is for amusement. Besides I wear a night guard when I sleep but you don't see me using it as a crutch." Y/n said confidently.

"Having straight teeth and being down an entire ear are hardly a fair comparison." Clyde was drawn to her sassy nature and quick to joke sense of humor. Even if she had plans to taser him.

"We've all got our baggage. You'll live." She looked over at Clyde and he caught her wink. Fuck was he in trouble.

#electrick children #Clyde x y/n #y/n series #One shot series #Rory Culkin #Honestly did NOT expect the positive reviews of this #Thank you :)#I want to try and post these every other day #if you want me to add you to a tags for these posts let me know #One Long Weekend Series #2/18

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whorekneecentral · 1 year

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Wait hang on, I just saw ur post!! THANK UUUU!!!🥳

Fernando x Hamilton!reader where they’re in a secret relationship that most people know about: except Lewis, who doesn’t find out abt the whole arrangement until he catches them making out behind the Merc motorhome

- nando anon

you guys are soooo into this old man but.. anyways -- tw: age gap! (reader is 25-27)

It was unseasonably warm in France this weekend. The hospitality building was full because everyone was hiding from the heat, trying to cool down in the air conditioned building for as long as possible before having to go back outside.

Your brother, Lewis, sat next to you while George and Carmen across from you two. "I think I'm gonna go for a walk," you announce, getting up when you notice the time on your phone.

Lewis looks over at you, his brows furrow. "You're going out in this heat?"

"I just need some air, it's cramped in here."

He nods, "okay, be careful." He hands you his water bottle and you take it, confused. "You'll need water, it's hot out there."

You set the bottle back down and George gets up. "I forgot something in my driver's room," he says and Carmen stands too. "I have some work to finish up, I'll walk you out?" Carmen links arms with you, pulling you away from the table.

"Are you going to see him?" She asks quietly when you were far enough away from Lewis.

"Who?" you looked at her confused. Carmen gives you a look, "y/n, we all know." She giggled, "you need to be careful, your brother was asking George if he thinks you're seeing someone."

George appears behind you two, standing between the two of you with his arms over your shoulders. "Plus, isn't Fernando too old for you?" He asks and earns an elbow in the side from both you and Carmen.

"Leave the girl alone," she tells her boyfriend. "Just be careful, okay?" She gives your arm a squeeze, the two of them leaving you as you step out the backdoors.

Behind the hospitality was fairly quiet, considering there was currently a heat wave and nobody wanted to be out.

"You're late." He says, his voice pulling your attention and causing you to turn.

"I'm never late, you're just early." You smiled, walking over to the man.

Fernando's hand rests on your waist, your back against the building as you looked at him. "I missed you," he says and you can't help the smile on your face.

"I saw you this morning, remember?"

The whole thing between you two started by accident; one too many drinks post race and you ended up in bed together. The more time you spent with him, the more you realized you liked him.

You has spent last night with him, Fernando sweet talking you into spending the night in his room.

"I don't remember," he mumbles, his lips meet your neck, kissing over the chain that hung on your neck.

"I knew you were old, but has your memory gone already?" You joked, earning a pinch to the side.

"I think I might need a refresher," he says, hand cupping your jaw.

"Well," you start, "I think it was something like this." You lean in to kiss him, pulling his hand to your waist. Fernando's hand finds it way down to your ass, giving it a squeeze. His other hand was on your thigh, pulling your leg up to hitch on his hip and you can feel it wander up your bare leg and just under the hem of your skirt.

"Are you fucking serious ?" The man groans, causing you two to separate and look in the direction of the noise.

Your brother stood there with his hands on his hips, an exasperated look on his face, much like a disappointed father.

"What are you doing out here?" You asked, fixing your skirt.

"What am I doing? What are you doing? You were taking forever to come back in so I thought I'd come out and check on you to see if you got a heat stroke or something, but instead I find you making out with Fernando of all people."

"I mean, I came onto him just to make it clear before you try to beat him up or something." You giggled, you can feel Fernando's hand on your lower back as he stood next to you.

"It's not funny, y/n."

"It is, actually." You tell your brother, the man rolling his eyes. "Whatever," he sighs, "just be.. safe. I don't need my niece or nephew to be an Alonso."

"What's wrong with being an Alonso?!" Fernando shouts after him as he walked back into the hospitality building.

#fernando alonso #fernando alonso smut #fernando alonso x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton #nando anon :)

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greazyfloz · 1 year

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Hello! I'm the one that requested the Jeremy Swayman smut. Can I request again? I just find out that the request got deleted. Could you write some smut with #11, #20 & #30, please? Totally if you don't. Thanks!

Smut: 11. “If we were alone right now, I would make you cum harder than you ever have”, 20. “You are going to be sore tomorrow” & 30. “Are you trying to make me hard?” w/ Jeremy Swayman

Let’s Dance

Jeremy had the night off and the team was staying in a hotel in New York since they played the Rangers tonight and the Islanders not tomorrow but the next day. Since they don’t play tomorrow, a couple of the guys decided that they were going to hit the town and go clubbing.

Since New York isn’t too far from Boston, I decided to drive down anyway to watch the game and stay for the weekend with a couple of the other wags. After the game we made our way back to the hotel. Kiley and I shared a room a couple floors down from the guys so Charlie, Jeremy, and some of the other guys were just gonna come down and meet us at our room along with the other wags that were coming as well.

We ended up going to a pretty busy night club. The alarm to get them is long, but it moves pretty quickly. Once we were inside Jeremy bent down so I could hear him better.

“I’m gonna go get us a drink, do you want to go with the girls to go find us a table?” he asks over the music.

“sure“ I say, nodding back to him before, leaving to catch up with the rest of the wags

It isn’t long, but I’m sitting at the table with the other wags until Jeremy arrives. He sits next to me at the table and scoochs in close so his side is pinned against mine, then he dropped his armour on my waist.

We sit at the table and laugh, along with the rest of the group, and I start to get bored watching as everybody else in the club is on the dance floor.

“babe” I say, try to grab his attention

“Yeah” he says, leaning down into my ear, then turning his ear close to my mouth so he can hear me

“let’s go dance” I say, and he laughs

“you’re one drink in and you already wanna dance? Sorry babe but I’m not drunk enough for that.”

“I’m not drunk, I just want to dance“ I say, just as the music cuts, and the whole table starts to laugh

“Sway, your girlfriend wants to dance, get out there” Brad says laughing.

“let’s go“ Rachel says and all the wags stand up and follow

We are all out dancing and the boys follow one by one. I feel Jeremy’s hand reach around me and rest on my lower stomach as we swing our hips back-and-forth. I turn around and wrap my arms around his neck as we continue to sway back-and-forth.

“look, who came out” I say to him, and he laughs

“couldn’t resist, and I’d rather be out here than sitting over there alone”

I laugh at his response before turning around again. I grind my butt against his dick as we dance and continue to grind against him completely unaware I was even grinding.

He slows down and Leans down into my ear, “are you trying to make me hard?” he says, and I turn and look up at him.

“no, but is it working?” I say, before leaning away, slowly biting my lip.

I watch him shake his head before pulling me away from the dance floor. Once we were on the outside of the dance floor, watching in at everybody, I turn, and he wraps his arms around me again.

“If we were alone right now, I would make you cum harder than you ever have” he says, making me choke

“T-take me back to the hotel” I say turning around to look at them

“Lead the way“ he says, opening his body, so I can move in front of him. He follows me as I walk outside, and we walk down the street to our hotel.

“mine or yours?” he says looking at the elevator buttons, and I reach around him clicking on my floor.

The elevator doors close any leans in and presses a kiss on my lips. We kiss until the ding of the elevator makes us pull apart, and we walked down the hall to my room. We entered my room and he threw me back against the door, lifting me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist as we continue to make out.

He turns him walks towards the bed, then throws me on top. Once I’m laying on the bed, he grabs the waistband of my pants as I lift my hips up and he pulls them down. combs on top of me, and press his lips against mine again as he reaches down to my clit begins to rub.

Moan out as Jeremy’s lips leave mine, and he moves down between my legs. He kisses my clit before he begins to suck on it, and I feel his tongue press against my clip as he continues to suck. He then moves down and licks my slit before entering his tongue into my pussy, making me throw my head back against the pillow.

“Yes” I moan out

Jeremy continues to flick his tongue inside of me as his mouth sucks around his tongue on my pussy. When he pulls his tongue away, he kisses my clip once more before he stands beside the bed and takes his pants off.

He strokes his cock as I crawl over on my hands and knees on the edge of the bed. I take his cock out of his hands and stroke it a couple times before leaking from the bottom of the shaft all the way up to his tip. I kiss his tip before I begin to suck back-and-forth.

With the hand that isn’t keeping me stabilized I reach underneath his shirt, sliding up his body, feeling his abs and chest as I continue to suck on his cock. He takes his shirt off and looks down, making eye contact with me before throwing his head back.

“Fuck” he says before stepping back, letting his cock fall from my mouth.

He reaches down and pushes me so I am now on my back on the bed before climbing over me and making out with me once again. I pushed him over so I’m now on top, then I move my lips from his down to his jaw, then to his neck where begin to suck, leaving hickeys.

“you’re gonna be so sore tomorrow” he says flipping me back over, so he’s on top as he reaches down and stroke his cock positioning of self between my legs and gripping my waist closer to him.

He rubs his cock back-and-forth up and down my slit before sliding inside of me, making me gasp for air and moan out.

“Oh fuck” I moan as he begins, thrusting in and out of me

He leans down and begins sucking on my tits as I throw my head back deep into the mattress. He then sits straight again so he can thrust harder inside of me making me moan out loud

“fuck you sound so pretty taking my cock“ he says as he thrusts all the way in as hard as he can making me mono, louder and louder with every thrust, “you’re such a good girl, fuck your sexy”

“I’m cuming” I whimper as I feel his cock twitch inside of me as I cum on his cock. He came inside of me at the same time, and the room is full of our whimper.

“why don’t you come up to my room for the night? Charlie can crash here.” Jeremy says, smiling at me as he pulls out of me.

“Okay” I say getting up from the bed and putting on PJs as he gets dressed again.

When we’re dressed, he takes my hand in his, and we walk up to his room together. He takes off his clothes, so he’s just in his boxers before laying beside me in his bed. He presses a kiss on my head as we continue to cuddle for the rest of the night.

#jeremy swayman #jeremy swayman x reader #nhl writing #nhl fic #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #hockey writing #hockey fic #hockey imagines #hockey imagine

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yankstrash · 1 year

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oops i said i was gonna send in for cole today and i forgot ✋🏻 anyway here r some prompts 😋

"You're hot when you're mad." & "Stop pouting and get over here."

hehe you are my fav 🤭🤭 love u sar

"You're hot when you're mad." & "Stop pouting and get over here."

Cole didn't drink often, but when he drank, he DRANK. Tonight, he and the boys had the weekend off from games, so they decided to go to the bar and have some drinks.

You stayed back to work on some homework, telling Cole to call you if he needed a ride home before bidding him farewell for the evening.

A couple hours had passed, you finished your homework and hadn't gotten anything from Cole about needing a ride. You figured he would be okay and decided to get ready for bed. You changed into your pajamas, did your skin care, brushed your teeth and hopped into bed.

You closed your eyes and just as you felt yourself falling asleep, your phone started ringing. You groaned and looked at the screen to see that Scooter Brickey was calling you.

Oh God.

"Scooter?" You said as you answered, and were met with giggling from the other line.

"Y/nnnnnn! Pleaseeeee come and get Cole, he is WASTED!" Scooter chuckled out, almost slurring his words.

"Just Cole?" You asked, laughing.

"Nooo, nooooo, definitelyyyyy notttt! I called an Uber but Cole has been talking about you all night so pretty sure he'd rather ride home with you than with a random person."

You laughed to yourself but slightly groaned, seeing as you now had to get up and drive just as you were about to fall asleep.

"Alright, I'm on my way." You said before hanging up.

You slipped on some shoes before grabbing your keys and heading out to your car.

When you arrived at the bar, you saw the boys standing outside. You were grateful enough that they got Cole outside so you didn't have to go into the bar in your pajamas.

His back was to you as you got out of your car, but when Scooter saw you he beamed and pointed in your direction, causing Cole to turn around.

His red, droopy eyes lit up when he saw you, and a shit eating grin overtook his face as he skipped over to you.

"LOVER GIRL! Hi sweet sugar pie!" Cole slurred as he engulfed you immediately.

You laughed as you wrapped your arms around his waist. He REEKED of alcohol, and you knew you had a long night ahead of you.

Another thing about Cole when he drinks, he is CLINGY. He's not typically a clingy boyfriend. He's not huge on PDA and doesn't demand your attention 24/7. However, it's a whole different story when he's drunk.

"Hi honey, did you have a good time?" You asked.

"I didddddd, but I'm ready to go home and be with you." He said, pulling away a bit and placing a sloppy kiss on your forehead.

"Seems like it. Okay, let's head home then."

You waved bye to his teammates before wrestling Cole into the car. It was a difficult task, seeing as he did NOT want to let go of you for the life of him.

"But Y/nnnnn! I don't want you to leaveeeee!" He argued as you buckled his seatbelt in.

"I'm right here baby, but I need to get you home." You said.

"Your home! I want to go to your home!" He slurred.

"Okay, I will take you to my home but you need to let me drive you there." You said.

Cole huffed and said, "Fineeeee. Let's gooooo."

Once he agreed, you shut the passenger door before going to the drivers side and getting in.

The typical 10 minute car ride felt like an eternity with Cole babbling about holding you and making grabby hands at you the whole way, distracting your driving.

"Cole McWard I love you with all my heart but if we crash you are to blame." You said, seriousness laced in your voice.

Cole gasped and said, "I would never let anything happen to you."

"You are about to cause a wreck by grabbing me, please stop." You said, trying to sound nice but stern.

Cole pouted as he looked down. "Sorry, baby."

He controlled himself for the rest of the ride, but was right back on you as you walked into your apartment.

"FINALLYYYYY!" He yelled, and you shushed him immediately.

"SHHHHH! My roommates are asleep." You said, starting to lose your patience a bit with your drunk boyfriend.

"So? They've definitely heard a thing or two from us before." Cole said as he broke out into a giggling fit.

"Cole, go to my room, now." You scolded.

He happily obliged, throwing himself onto your bed.

You poured him a glass of water and grabbed some pain meds that he was sure to need in the morning before joining him in your room.

"Y/N! COME HERE!" He yelled, once again, as you entered your room.

You shushed him again, closing your door.

"Cole honey, please! My roommates are sleeping and I've had a long night, I need you to be quieter." You said, sounding agitated.

You were expecting him to close his mouth, but instead you were met with yet another fit of laughter.

"What is so funny?" You asked, putting your hands on your hips.

"Nothing, you're just hot when you're mad." Cole said, smirking at you.

"Glad you find my agitation funny." You said, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Oh pfft. Stop pouting and get over here so I can hold you." He said, opening up his arms.

"No. Not until you apologize for driving me insane." You said.

Cole sat up and said, "Fine. I am sorry for being loud, almost making you crash and driving you insane. But please come cuddle with me baby, I need it. I need you."

You could never resist him.

You rolled your eyes as you took your shoes off and got into bed with him.

You fell right into him, placing your head on his chest as he held you close.

"I'm sorry I annoyed you tonight. I love you." Cole said, placing a kiss on your head.

You laughed and said, "I love you too, Coley. But I am coming with you next time to keep an eye on your alcohol intake, okay?"

"Sounds good to me."

#cole mcward #cole mcward imagine #cole mcward x reader #cole mcward blurb #osu hockey #vancouver canucks #ncaa hockey #nhl #hockey imagine #hockey blurb

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letmetellyouaboutmyfeels · 2 months

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Mads, I've been Autistic about what breed(s) of dog the FireFam could be and even if you don't like interact w this post I just would like to make you laugh- I may have to post multiples b/c there's A Lot. Ok, so, Bobby is a yellow lab a la Shadow from Homeward Bound and I will die on that hill. Athena is, obv, a Dobie- she's stunning, but a softy for her family but she also makes smiling look like a threat. (1/?)

Thank you for your patience dear I was rushing to finish the F&F AU and was also rather busy this weekend in general. I'm including your other three asks here as screenshots and this all is going to get a bit long so I'm putting everything below a cut to spare people's dashes!

FIRST OF ALL, HOW DARE YOU. HOW FUCKING DARE YOU.

SHADOW FROM HOMEWARD BOUND!?

I'M GOING TO DROWN IN MY OWN TEARS.

WHEN THE KID IS LIKE OH MAYBE HE WAS TOO OLD AND THEN SHADOW APPEARS BECAUSE HE'S GOING TO COME HOME TO HIS BOY NO MATTER WHAT!!!! G O D

I NEED TO BE SEDATED!!!!

Ahem.

STICK A LITTLE CROWN ON HER AND CALL HER ATHENA!

I babysat for a family that had a Doberman and he was truly a sweetheart. So protective of me and would stay glued to my side while I was there. "A softie for her family but makes smiling look like a threat" is soooooo Athena.

oh my GOD I'm DYING

Look at this baby. Pure fucking ADHD right here. *pats puppy* This guy can fit SO much anxiety and innate need to be of use in him!

I'M FUCKING HOWLING OVER EDDIE. LOOK YOU'RE NOT... YOU'RE NOT WRONG ABOUT THE CORGI COMMENT. THERE ARE TEARS IN MY EYES. BUT.

This is still Eddie in my opinion.

Someone send that bit about Chim to Kenneth Choi I think he'd find it hysterical.

BEHOLD. CHIMNEY HAN. Look at those EARS.

I also personally could see Chim as a greyhound or a whippet.

Chim's just got this fastness about him that makes me think of that kind of dog. Is this me remembering how he literally just SPRINTED away from Albert while playing basketball because he panicked about lying? Maybe. You can't prove anything.

I had to remind myself what a Chow Chow is and OHMYGOD IT'S SO FLUFFY???

However I always saw Hen as a Great Pyrenees.

These things will fuck you UP. They're flock dogs but not in the Border Collie sense. They don't herd. They kill the predators that try to go after the flock. They will chase down the wolves and destroy them. And they are super super SUPER protective of and gentle with kids. They ADORE kids. So that's my two cents there!

Ohmygod Maddie is SUCH a Border Collie.

INCH resting that you say Standard Poodle for Karen...

Poodles are actually what my mom grew up with and she's always talked about how smart and wonderful they are, she's owned three in her lifetime and adores them. I know they kinda have this stereotype of being snooty but I think they're great and they ARE so fucking smart holy shit. They're smarter than some humans I've met.

However. Chris.

I'm gonna have to fight you (lovingly) on this one, Nonny.

I will say that when I googled this dog I laughed so fucking hard my ribs hurt. I CRIED.

They are very cute as puppies!

However. I must counter-argue and say that Christopher is...

AN ENGLISH CREAM DACHSHUND

*sobbing* look at how CUTE it is!!!!!

*continues sobbing over the cute*

Anyway thus concludes the nonny's opinions, and mine! I had a good laugh over this series of asks, thank you nonny. I hope you had a good weekend.

#mads answers things #911 abc #firefam

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vneuns · 2 years

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DIRTY DANCING.

📼 ❛ robin buckley

⍉ content warnings .ᐟ . . . gay panic

⍉ cher’s sidebar .ᐟ . . . i love robin so much like oh my god I want to marry this woman. anyways I hope you enjoy this lil thingy thingy. and no it has nothing to do with dirty dancing lmao

main masterlist. let’s talk. stranger things masterlist

The bell over the Family Videos door chimed signaling a customer had just walked in. Steve and Robins conversation quiets down as their heads turn to see who had just walked into their workplace.

A smile makes its way onto Steve's face when he spots the top of your head making your way to your favorite section of the congested DVD store.

“Don’t say a single word,” Robin muttered as she turned toward their work computer and began to type in your name so when you came with the same movies you checked out every other week. You wouldn’t have to wait

“I wasn’t gonna say anything,” Steve grumbles, taking a seat on one of the stools near the register, plopping one elbow down on the counter and resting his chin on his hand.

A few minutes of silence went by after Robin came to sit next to him taking out the big binder they used to keep track of inventory; Steve’s eyes wandered upwards catching sight of you peeking over the stands and making very intense eye contact with his co-worker.

When you notice you've been caught staring you immediately duck as if that’d save you from some kind of embarrassment. The red head next to him is blushing scarlet as she tries to busy herself with work.

“Dude why don’t you just go talk to her?”

Before responding Rob looks up making sure you’re nowhere near them. “Because Y/n Y/l/n is captain of the fucking cheerleading team and I’m in our schools band Steven.”

“Hey now. First name was not necessary whatsoever.”

After picking up ‘Sixteen Candles’, and ‘The Breakfast Club’ you made you way over to the register but this time the two workers notice you had an extra movie.

Robin scans the first two and takes the third looking over it.

Dirty Dancing.

“Oh Y/n, dirty dancing? What trouble are you getting into this weekend?” Steve questioned with an eyebrow raised a toothpick in his mouth.

“Well hopefully I have a date..”

The short-haired girl scans the movie stacking it with the others a slight look of disappointment on her face as she slides your checked out movies towards you.

You watch as she makes no move to make eye contact with you and just types in the extra movie you had checked out.

“With who?”

Your eyes move from Robin to Steve then back to Robin. You tilt your head down just a bit trying to catch her eyes as she looks down intently at the beige mechanical keyboard connected to the computer.

Inquisitively Robin's eyes connect with yours as you give her a small smile before speaking up. “Well hopefully with you.” Your voice is low and shaky indicating you were very nervous.

“You want to go out with me?”

“Robin I don’t come in here to check out the exact same movies every week, I’ve just been working up the courage to ask you out.”

“Really?”

“Of course,”

“Okay, but why me? You’re captain of the cheerleading team, you should be dating the captain of the football or basketball team.” She states, confused but happy nonetheless.

“So since I'm captain of the cheer team I have to be straight?”

“No no no that’s not at all—“

When a wide grin forms on your face and Steve begins to chuckle Robin sighs in relief and embarrassment as she runs her hands down her face.

“I’m just messing with you, but hey look I’ve gotta run. This Saturday, my house dinner, and a movie?”

“I'd love to.” You took your movies off the counter bidding your goodbyes to the workers and the second the door closed Steve slowly turned towards his best friend ready to make a slick remark before she stopped him.

“Don’t even Harrington.”

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emeritus-fuckers · 6 months

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Hi!! I saw that headcanon requests for the Repugnant members was open and as a Repugnant stan I can't not join in (I love yalls headcanons btw, you're kinda who inspired me to do headcanons but I'm too nervous to reveal who I am at this exact moment)

Could you do headcanons of the Repugnant members (or just Mary if you don't wanna do all of them) catching their S/O trying on their clothes and making silly poses in the mirror with their instruments/drumsticks?

Repugnant catching their s/o mimicking them in front of a mirror

Mary Goore

They've been looking for their favorite leather vest for a while now.

After a while they've figured out they must've left it at your place when they were over last time.

So they simply went to your place and got in using the spare key you gave them.

They would have to come over soon anyway. Since they also left their guitar at your place as well, deciding to leave it there for a while after you asked them to teach you a few riffs.

They didn't hear you do anything at first, so they just assumed you weren't around.

Until they came over to your bedroom and heard not only their guitar, but also their partner trying to imitate their growls, clearly trying to do your own little attempt of a Repugnant concert.

They leaned against the doorframe like a lesbian would (something DD teased them about relentlessly) and watched.

You even nailed the little speech they gave before Morbid Ways.

And then, just as you were about to announce the title of the song, you heard a familiar voice growl it out instead.

"Mary?! The fuck, dude?! Scared the shit out of me!"

And they just grinned, pulling you into them with a corny "Mary Goore 2.0" joke.

And then, finally taking their vest off you... as well as the rest of your clothing.

Yup, they fuck you over it.

Are you really surprised?

DD Sars (fwb, not s/o)

He was getting frustrated, not able to find his favorite shirt.

He spent the night at Mary's, since he got wasted last night and their place was simply closer to where he was.

Yes, they did fuck. But that's besides the point.

He ended up taking one of Mary's shirts before heading home.

And as it turned out, you decided to stay for the weekend again. Which was fine, of course. He gave you a key for a reason.

Though it did surprise him a bit to hear his guitar playing "From Beyond the Grave" in his bedroom.

And so he sneaked in there to see you. In his favorite shirt, with his guitar. Imitating the glare he would always give Mary when they started to say dumb shit on stage.

And seeing that made him snicker, which in turn absolutely fucking terrified.

"What are you doing here?!"

"I live here, you stupid cunt."

"... oh. Right."

He's gonna make fun of you for a month.

G. Grotesque

He loves his family. But he also loves his bass. So when his aunt decided to visit his family for a weekend, he wanted to make sure his precious instrument was safe from his very young cousins.

Naturally, he left it with you. His darling, his sweetheart, his pookie, the love of his life, his beloved partner.

And now he was going to visit to pick his bass back.

Maybe (hopefully) get a cuddle session.

And a few kisses.

Okay, lots of kisses.

And since he decided to make this a surprise visit, he did not expect to see you attempting to do a riff from "Another Vision" in his battle jacket that he forgot at your place.

You were failing miserably, hitting the correct notes with luck instead of skill, considering you didn't even hold the guitar properly. Clearly more focuses on making silly poses than actual music.

And fuck, it was absolutely adorable in his eyes. He didn't have the heart to stop you.

Once you finally notices him, the just hugged you, kissing all over your face and repeating how cute you were.

E. Forcas

You felt cold while watching a movie together at his place, so he gave you one of his grey hoodies to warm you up.

And after the movie, he went to make you guys more tea. He had those cool, really big cups that you really liked.

And as you waited in the living room for him to come back from the kitchen, you could hear his fingers drumming against the kitchen table. Sometimes you wondered if he even realized he did that, or it was just a habit of him drumming whenever he had nothing else to do with his hands.

Speaking of drumming, as you waited, you got bored, too. And then you saw his drumsticks. And so you picked them up, pretending to play the drums, imitating the sounds it would make with your mouth.

You didn't even realize when he came back, somehow managing to always be almost completely quiet. But you did realize what you were doing when you saw his amused, yet adoring look.

"I've... made an idiot out of myself, huh?"

He just patted your shoulder before quietly offering to let you try doing it again, but on his actual drum set.

The way your eyes lit up in excitement told him everything.

He showed you a bit of how to play some of their songs. Slower than he would actually play them on stage, of course.

While you had something else planned originally, there was something very endearing in seeing you play (well, attempt to play) his instrument, so he just let you have your fun.

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Written by Nosferatu (Jez).

Taglist: @copias-fluffy-asscheeks @tuttifuckinfruttifriday @calliedion-dungeon @randominstake @callmeicaro @nuntia @thermodynamic-comedian @vampyrolesbos

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 9 months

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FULL STORY HAS BEEN POSTED.

*Dr. Feel Good (Full Piece)

Here's a snippet from the Sanemi Therapist wip I promised 16 years ago. I'm gonna tag a couple of ya because you said you were interested. If you don't want to be tagged for notifications, let me know, and I'll stawwwpp it.

@desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi @gingerspicelattemix and @peachdues I read you're feeling down. I hope my weird take on Dr. Shinazugawa cheers you up a bit ♡.

I'll be doing the final touches on the rest of this smut story today!

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Dr. Feel Good

"Hi, Dr. S. I uh, well, I'm not going to be able to make my appointment tomorrow. I'm sorry this is technically less than 24 hours. Bill me for any time you may have lost. Whatev– thanks. Oh, this is y/n, by the way, and it's about 4 o'clock. Bye. You don't have to call me back. Bye."

You pressed the red button on your cell phone and hung up the call with Dr. Shinazugawa's voice-mail and climbed back into your bed. The rain beat against the windows in rhythm with the tears falling to your face.

It was November 1st. Fall was in full swing. And once again, you were not. Your 24th birthday was coming up soon. And you'd fallen into the same routine as last year. Going through the motions: work, family, the few friends you had. But you're fairly certain they were sick of you. So it was just a matter of time before they stopped calling. It's not like you're blowing up their phones to remind them you're still around.

The phone rang. You didn't even bother to see who was calling before you turned it over to silence the assault on your quiet cocoon. [Beep beep]. One more message you won't respond to. "I don't wanna talk. Go away." It started ringing again.

"Fuck, what, hello?" You sniffed and pulled the down comforter off of your face. You didn't want to sound like you were in bed as you squirmed around to get comfortable.

"Hello! Y/n? I just got your message." Silence on your end. "Are, are you there?" You cleared your throat. What's the point of talking anymore. "Ah, there you are." Dr Shinazugawa said a little too cheerfully.

You're surprised by the inflection of his voice. You often thought he was like you; dark. But he was your therapist. You were not his. So you didn't worry about him like you assumed he worried about you. Like you hoped he did. More wasted energy.

"Y/n, c'mon. Will you say something to me?" Sitting up in bed, "Why." You said flatly. You could hear his breath slow a little, and you sort of wondered why his breathing would ease up when you were on the other end of the line. Probably irritating him, no doubt.

"Because I wa–" He stopped for a moment. "I need to know you're alright." There was a pregnant and overdue pause from him. "Y/n? Are you? Ok?" You sniffed again. Could he hear you crying? "Will you please come in tomorrow and talk with me?" He could hear the hurt in your words.

"I'll see you next week, Dr. S. Have a nice weekend. Bye." You took the phone away from your ear before you'd even started to say you'll see him at your next appointment. You didn't want to give him that crucial second before disconnection to try and change your mind. He was just your therapist. Not Jesus. Though you could easily find yourself at his feet asking for miracles. No matter, you weren't terribly religious anyway.

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READING!

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cakepoppresent · 2 months

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We Have Chemistry. Don't You Feel It

The days creep on but for Grayson, it feels like a lifetime. This would be the first weekend where he won't be with Gideon working on his art pieces. Instead, he is back with his parents, alone, bored and lonely.

Veroinca: Rotting here isn't good for you Grayson

Grayson: It feels great

Veroinca: Don't be dramatic it's just one more week and you and Gideon will be together again. It will be like nothing ever happened. Get the hell up

Grayson: I keep having this feeling of dread. Like something bad is about to happen and I can't shake the feeling

Veroinca: Grayson...nothing is going to happen. You're fine now Mom, Dad and Xavier are back and it's going to be okay

Grayson: I don't know...I feel horrible

Veronica: It's cuz you're rotting here in bed, focusing on the bad! Let's go out, I need a new outfit for the graduation party anyway. You can help me choose an outfit

Grayson: That sounds so fun but I did make plans with Su

Veroinca: Su? Why?! He is the worst!

Grayson: A distraction I guess. He really isn't that bad

Veroinca: Whatever...I place him in the same category as Alaia. Losers

Grayson: Just tell Mom and Dad where I went if they ask. I'll see you around

Veroinca: I still think he fucking sucks but call me if you need anything

Grayson makes it to Su's place and before he can knock a man steps out of the apartment and almost bumps into him "Oh! I'm so-" The man stares down at Grayson, eyes intense and intimidating, the rest of Grayson's words are stuck in his throat. The man replies "You are Grayson?"

Grayson: Yes!

Daisuke: Hmm...Have a nice day. Let's go, Ren

Ren: Yes sir

Grayson is still stuck by the front door as Su reaches out "You gonna stay here all day?"

Grayson: That dude was intense, who was that?"

Su: My cousin, forget about him, come on I have popcorn and a movie waiting"

2 movies and popcorn bowls later Su has Grayson laid up on his chest as they sit in silence "Grayson?"

Grayson: Hmm?

Su: Where's your mind right now?

Grayson: All over the place right now. Being with Su now is bringing up a lot of feelings he didn't want to think about

Su thinks back to his meeting with Daisuke. He was a step too late and the attacker was already dealt with, Daisuke said more than that but refused to think about it. Why should he give up Grayson? He may have been a step late. But it's Grayson that's laid up with him right now

Adjusting their position Su has Grayson standing right in front of him "Grayson look at me"

Grayson: I'm looking

Su: Let's be honest with what is going on between us. I know you feel the chemistry. Stop fighting it, you owe it to yourself to explore all options

Grayson can admit he finds Su attractive and is drawn to him. This small break with Gideon would be a good chance to try things out. Nothing is preventing him from saying no. Gideon won't blame him, right?

Grayson: Okay, you can take me on a date

Su: Thats not what I was asking. I want to hear you say it. Out loud, you know the words

Silence fills the air time ticks by slowly before Grayson opens his mouth and says the words Su has been dreaming of "I do like you" Thats all Su needs to hear before he pulls Grayson into his lap and kisses him

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smokes-and-bullets · 4 months

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@distantpagesandpapercuts from ask

Yeah? You've been telling me that a lot lately, haven'tcha?"

Kira sort of slurs her words, taking a long drag from her cigarette. Her posture is unstable, sorta wobbly. Was she drunk? Her shoulder leans into the small shelter of the bus stop. Again with meeting him in the middle of the night. Didn't he have anything better to be doin'?

"No need to worry about me, just had a few drinks after work. Nothing to wear that worried expression over. It's the weekend and I don't have anything lined up tomorrow so it's a rare day off. Thought I'd at least try to enjoy myself. But the club was too loud- decided to just go home."

She kinda chuckles to herself, opting to continue to stand nearby rather than sit next to him. Who knows if she'd get back up, and she sure as hell didn't want to impose on him.

"Gonna go home- feed my snakes, maybe have another drink or two, and hit the hay. What about you? Got any big plans this weekend?"

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"You seem more and more exhausted each time I see you, so yeah. I can stop if it bothers you."

It was a bit concerning how tired she was often, then again he wasn't one to talk. His energy drained pretty quickly. The two kept meeting on the same bus, it became a somewhat regular routine to come across Kira and wait with her.

"Maybe its best for you to get home and sleep into the next day, you look like you're about to keel over. Have the day off, use this to rest and recuperate yourself. It looks like you hardly get any sleep."

Shrugging at her question, his plans whenever he had some time off was relatively the same. Make good food for himself, watch a movie, read a book, exercise a bit or simply sleep the entire time until he has to go back to what he had to do. That or get completely wasted and pass out the entire time off.

"Plans, nah. Nothing extraordinary anyway. I'm not exactly a riveting person and usually stick to a routine on my days off."

At least, he does enough in going out and visiting various places his clients wanted to drag him along with. It was work, he was paid for it but got enough social interaction and outside endeavors out of those.

#distantpagesandpapercuts #sorry if the grammar is off #brain is kinda fried

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