𝐒𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: Dean distracts you from your work by showering you with kisses, showing off his dimples and leaving you utterly wrecked
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Soft dom! Dean, making out, swearing, dirty talk, hickeys , no explicit intimacy
a.n - fluff and more fluff! Reader calls Beau 'Bo' , short for Bo Peep. Don't ask why, it's an inside joke only they know about. Dean is a menace, But he's supportive and that's what matters. I actually loved writing this fic and I hope you guys do! It has lighthearted banter and worth reading until the end <3
The end of another semester was fast approaching. That meant having to present a well put together portfolio to your professor by the end of the month. Your inspiration for your work? Claude Monet. An artist that thrived on impressionism. Much like your own work.
You were thoughtful enough to leave out a drop cloth beneath your canvas easel. So as to not leave a mess in your boyfriend's room. Who so kindly let you use his space after you complained about your neighbours 'being noisy.'
Beau had already come by the Hockey house multiple times throughout the day to either annoy you or give you food from Malones. Handing you the paper bag before a thought comes to his mind. "Oh right — Dean texted me earlier. He just got off practice so he should be here soon."
A knowing smile tugs on your lips when you hear his name. "Thanks for letting me know Bo." You say, turning to your side to wave goodbye to Beau when he makes his leave. You snort at Beau's faintly distant, yet loud response near the stairs. "Stop calling me that !! "
Speaking of Dean. He had been held up at practice for almost the whole day. So you could imagine how relieved he was when it was finally over so that he could see you again. Ready to shower you with affection once he got back to you.
Not forgetting to shoot a cheeky middle finger at Coach Jensen on his way to the changing rooms with a smirk on his face. Which then quickly contourts to pure fear as he stumbled in his step, when Jensen looks back at him with an annoyed stare. Already done with his antics.
"Dude. Are you trying to get us killed?" Logan whisper yells at the blonde man as he gently pushes him into the changing room. Dean mumbles something to himself that he thought was appropriate but true in his mindset. "He's still an asshole..."
It was just a little past 6pm when he made it back to the hockey house. With the others trailing in behind him, completely exhausted and ready to relax.
Rays of the sun filtered through the windows of his room. Bathing the whole area with a golden glow. Which was a perfectly picturesque view for Dean when he pokes his head in. With the masterpiece in the centre of it all being you.
He leans against the doorframe for a moment. Queitly admiring his girlfriend from afar. Who had been frowning at the canvas infront of her intently. Brows bunched and lips jutting out slightly since something seemed off about your piece. Or maybe you were just overthinking. Yeah — that could be it.
As usual, paint smudges were on your cheeks, and your forehead since you tend to carelessly wipe your sleeve across it. Several sketchbooks were piled up beside you along with your art supplies. Which you would argue to Dean as "orderly chaos."
He was already shirtless when he entered the house, considering how hot and sticky he had become. If anything, he could've easily taken a shower back at the gym. But he was too eager to come see you that he figured he'd do it later.
You don't bother to look up from your canvas when you hear footsteps approach you. Already knowing it was Dean. He wondered why you were standing rather than sitting down to paint, but hey — he's not the professional.
"I'm working." You warned sternly. But soft enough so Dean doesn't think you're being rude. "Didn't do anything..." Dean knew that so he raises his hands up with a small grin. "Yet."
"I know. But you might be up to something." You retort. Finally glancing towards his direction, pointing at him accusatorially with your painbrush. "I don't trust you."
"Forgive a man just trying to admire his girl in peace!" Dean sasses back with a more softer smile. One that showed off his dimples. "Or is that wrong?"
You roll your eyes at his attempt of making you feel guilty. But it does bring a smile of your own to your face. You turn back to your piece, cheeks lightly dusted with pink. "No. You're right..."
Dean shakes his head in amusement before walking over to you. Standing right by your side before reaching for your hand and bringing it to his lips. Pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. "I try to be."
His chin came to rest on your shoulder while his arms wrapped around your waist. Bare chest pressing against your back. Relishing the feeling of your exposed stomach since he's already hiked up your shirt. Like he's entitled to do that. Then kisses your cheek before mumbling quietly. "Can I watch?"
You were too focused on adding more brushstrokes to your piece in deep concentration. So your response was rather simple, but also a gentle reminder. "Don't you need to take a shower first?."
"Oh right-"
With Dean gone to the bathroom. You had another 20 minutes to yourself in peace. This time however, you welcomed his presence when he wraps his arms around you yet again.
He didn't even bother getting dressed properly. Opting to go shirtless again paired with a light beige sweatpants.
This time he held you tighter, much like a bear hug. His wet hair hitting your face when he peppers your face with kisses. Making you laugh softly while trying to push him away lightly. "Dean-- babe! At least dry your hair first."
"Not unless you give me some attention too." Dean suggests to you with a small whine. Coercing you to look at him instead. And unfortunately. It was pretty damn hard to resist those big, puppy dog eyes. Causing you too look away abrubtly and your voice to waver. "I can't."
"Why not?" Dean asks, letting out an exhasperated sigh. Pressing another kiss to your cheek once more to convince you to reconsider.
"You know why."
Dean knew exactly why. Even so, he still stuck to you like a Koala needing emotional support. Which was partially true since he hadn't been performing as well as he should lately. Also because he loved how addictively good your scent was. Nuzzling into the crook of your neck much like a cat.
Dean soon pulls up a chair so that he could sit down and have an excuse to have you on his lap. And he was quiet and still for some time. Ocassionally asking about your day and whether or not you've finished yet.
That was until he absent mindlessly starts to kiss your jawline out of boredom. Making you stop midway through a brush stroke and swallow nervously. "Dean."
"Hm?" He hums with his eyes closed. Still continuing his actions like it meant nothing. Like it wasn't making you all hot and bothered by this one simple act of affection.
"You're distracting me." You press on while trying your best not to fold. Going back to your canvas to add in more details. You feel him smirk against your neck. Knowing exactly what effect he had on you. "Am I?"
You let out a tired sigh. Your free hand reaching back to brush through his unruly, slightly damp, golden locks. Seemingly giving up. "I thought you wanted to help."
Going back to the previous comment of him supposedly wanting to help you with 'moral support.' With Dean still rolling with it. "I am helping. "
You set your paint brush down, then turn to look at him with a raised brow. Dean swallows nervously but maintains his cool nonetheless when you spoke. "How is whatever you're doing helping?"
"I'm helping you distress aren't I?" Dean mumbles. Feigning his innocence by giving you his irresistably charming grin that showed off his dimples. Causing your breath to catch in your throat and your cheeks to grow warm. Honestly — there was no way you could argue with that.
That smile alone should be illegal. Because it may have caused your brain to dysfunction for a second.
And before you could answer, he leans in. This time going in for your lips. Gently cradling your face as he kissed you with a satisfied hum.
Short, sweet and completely unfair. Because you melt. Instantly. Eyes fluttering closed while you kiss back. Warmth blossoming in your chest and in the pit of your stomach.
It was only moments later into the kiss that you regain consciousness. Pulling away from his lips briefly in a dazed manner. Cheeks flushed, lids heavy and pupils dilated Then a breathy laugh escapes your lips. Because you knew this was Dean's plan all along. To get you distracted and have you to himself.
"Sorry Dean I love you —" You breathe heavily as you try to regulate your heart rate "But I have to finish this last piece."
"Alright fine. But. I'm staying where I am." Dean insisted. Although you were worried that his thighs might be getting sore from you sitting on them for so long.
10 minutes pass and your on your final brush strokes when you feel his hands began to wander again. Fumbling with the hem of your skirt while kissing your neck slow and with intent.
Then he has the gall to ask you a question in the midst of it all. As if he wasn't slowly making you become undone with his lips. Innocently whispering right beside your ear like the smug bastard that he was. "You almost done?"
Not so discreetly lifting your skirt to expose your thighs and your lace trimmed panties. Teasingly brushing over your clothed cunt. Making your breath hitch and bite back a moan. Despite being considerably aroused, blood thumping in your ears. You turn back to look at him with a look of annoyance. "What do you think?"
He peers down at you through his lashes with a much more lazy grin this time. One that screamed 'high on bliss.' "Maybe?"
Once you do finally finish your work. Dean wastes no time to lift you from his lap and carry you over to his bed. Your shirt being disposed of in the a flurry of frantic motions. Lips never leaving yours even as he lays you down on his bed. Caging you in his arms.
Your mind becoming a haze as his kisses become more hungry. Prying and prodding at the soft muscle with his tongue and teeth. Wanting to illicit more sweet sounds from your pretty mouth.
"Been waiting all day for this..." He murmers against your now wet, kiss swollen lips. His large, caloused hands memorising the curve of your body, ingraining it in his mind. Soaking in every noise you'd make while the bed sheets shuffled beneath you.
Trying to ground yourself as you held his face in your hands. Feeling quite riled up yourself. One being out of frustration, the other out of pure want. "We could've done this much earlier. If you didn't distract me with that stupid mouth of yours."
"Hm... yeah. I'll take the blame for that." He'd laugh softly and muttered a quick apology before you pull him back in again. Softly murmering against his lips that it was okay. His scent intoxicating as it floods your senses. Faint cologne and expensive shampoo, while he pushed you further into the pillow.
"You're so pretty babygirl. So, so pretty." he drawled, voice breaking slightly. The brash coldness of his ring makes you shiver in contrast to your burning skin when he touches you. Deepening the kiss further as he swipes his tongue past your lips to explore your honeyed cavern.
One hand working on the small bundle of nerves over your panties. Now considerably damp due to your arousal. Causing you to let out a muffled moan into the kiss and buck into his hand instinctively.
Dean drowned out the chaos going on downstairs. The sound of doors slamming shut. Logan and Beau bickering over a game — with Tucker trying to impose order but failing miserably. While Garrett was most likely studying in his room with Hannah.
Dean's mission however, was soley focused on making you feel pleasure on a euphoric level. Which he succeeds in doing every time.
"Fuck Dean --... feels so good." You manage to breathe out, while he left open mouthed kisses on your neck, collarbone and shoulder. Nibbling and sucking at the pliant, soft skin as he only hummed in response. Littering your skin with dark hickeys all over your body.
He did have to pull away for eventually for air, as did you. Breathing heavily as you take the chance to properly admire him. Hair more tousled, his slightly tanned skin flushed and had beads of sweat. While his pale blue eyes had darkened, seeing a storm brewing within them.
"Don't stop," you mumbled incoherantly. Words barely making it past your lips. After making you come undone by just his hand. You were incredibly worked up.
Too far gone to even think about anything else but him. And you wanted Dean to finish what he has started. Besides — it was his fault that you were so damn needy for him.
He dips his head down once more. Nose nudging against yours affectionately before diving back in to give you a gentle, loving kiss. Slow and grounding before leaving your lips again.
"Trust me Princess." He murmers. As the rough pads of his thumb swipes across your bottom lip. Smiling down at you. More gentle this time. In contrast to the sly glint in his eyes. Thinking of crude ways to utterly destroy you in bed.
He was here to take care of you. To show you how much you meant to him. His loyal girlfriend. His lucky charm. "I don't plan to."
dean di laurentis was known for being a ladies man, but he had never been the domestic type before he met you.
he never would’ve bat an eyelid if he woke up alone after a one night stand, but now? well, now it was different.
dean’s arm stretched out to reach for you in the morning, a tired huff of annoyance leaving his mouth when he didn’t feel the warm skin he was looking for. knowing you had already left for the day based on the cool sheets, he dragged your pillow close to him and wrapped his arms around it as a placeholder.
you didn’t live together, but your things were always scattered around the house. his bathroom drawers were crammed full of your over extensive skincare collection. his kitchen cupboards were full of your favourite foods that he made sure to write on the frat houses’ shopping list every week.
“what are we watching tonight, doll?” he’d ask when you both settled down for the evening, a nonchalant hum leaving his lips when you named a rom-com. dean used to hate those types of movies, but now he watches them even when you’re not there.
dean let you use all of your face masks on him, his wavy blonde hair pushed back with a purple fluffy headband. his eyes were always dramatically scrunched shut as though you were going to blind him with the mixture. the guys would chuckle amongst themselves and call him whipped when they walked past the open bathroom door, taking a picture of him to use as ammo later on.
”fuck off, pussies” was his short and sweet response to them.
summary ﹏ What's better than a karaoke party to hide the loud noise of moans and whines coming from Dean's room? And what's better than wearing his hockey jersey after sex?
cw ﹏ ( +18 ) mdni / no plot smut fic. afab!reader. friends with benefits vibes with mutual attractions. semi-public. flirting&teasing. petname (baby). praise. dirty-talk. oral fixation. body worship. breasts / nipple play. unprotected piv. clit stimulation. voice kink (being loud)&exhibitionism-adjacent fantasy. overstimulation. squirting. external ejaculation. aftercare. “you look better in my clothes” trope.
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Your voice was loud in Dean’s room, vibrating against the wall just to hit back in your ears; and for once, you were glad for whoever was in charge of the music for this party.
The music was so loud tonight, so many people came to celebrate the guys’ victory, alcohol flowing in red cups, laughter in every room. But you were here, inside Dean’s room, behind fucked against his desk; his sweaty torso against your back as he thrusted his hips against your own, slapping your butt at the same time.
The skin slapping skin noise echoed in the room, the desk creaking under both your weight but Dean didn’t seem to care much about it. “Come on baby, show me how much you love my cock, yeah?” He groaned, one hand grabbing your hip tightly to pull you back onto his cock while the other cupped your jaw, tilting your head up just so he could see the expression on your face due to his tall height.
His thumb had slowly slipped inside your mouth, pressing against your tongue; your saliva coating it, dripping down to the palm of his hand. “Mmmfuck baby, you take me so good… That pussy’s squeezing me.” You heard him say, and even though you were unable to reply, a whine escaped your mouth.
Dean chuckled at the noise, before snapping his hips against your ass; his fat cock stretching your gummy walls open, making you coat his shaft with more juices.
He pressed his torso fully against your back then, sweat and skin touching, and you arched toward him. The angle changed then, as Dean’s tip rubbed against your entrance each time he pulled out of your sloppy pussy; a moan so loud left your mouth and you were sure everyone downstairs had heard it, which was impossible with the volume of the music. “Fuck, y’want them to hear us or something? Want them to come take a look?” He joked, groaning as you clenched around his cock.
The hand Dean had to cup your jaw moved away, his thumb leaving your drooling mouth in a wet pop before traveling down to your tits. Saliva coating his digit and he used it to rub around your areola, making your nipple peak up. “Y’so fucking pretty… Goddamn.” He whispered in your ear, cock buried deep inside you for a second, tip kissing your cervix so gently.
“Dean fuck…” You voiced back at him, head all dizzy from the way he was fucking you. The hockey player had always taken his time to make sure and pleasure you first, watching what made you moan and come. You sighed as his hand on your hip also moved to your tits, and he groped both of them in his large and warm palms; he squeezed the fat, pinched your nipples, rolled them in between his fingers before tugging softly.
Moans and whines escaped you, showing how good you felt at that moment.
“You like it, pretty girl? You like me touching you like that?” He asked, both in a mocking and genuine tone—like he wanted to make sure you were having fun like he did. You nodded at his question, panting while replying. “I love it so fuckin’ much, yeah. I love when you touch me.” And it was enough for Dean to get cocky again, snapping his hips in fast and quick thrusts against your ass, making it bounce. You gasped, arching up to feel him more inside you.
“I want to make you come on my cock, what do you think? You want to come on my cock?” He asked, pinching your nipples again and you struggled to reply for a second, and especially when the room was filled with squelching noises coming from your sloppy pussy. The noises were perverted, mixing with skin slapping skin and moans from the both of you.
Dean’s hands ended up moving to your hips, grabbing them to pull you back onto his cock faster. Your juices were coating his balls, making them slap and stick to your clit each time he thrusted back inside you.
“Yeah, yeah, I want to come on your cock!” You cried out, one hand searching backward to grab Dean’s forearm just to feel him. He groaned, cursing under his breath when you clenched around his shaft once more. His tip rubbed and pushed against your g-spot as he lifted your hips up slightly. “You’re such a good girl, yeah? Y’want to come where? I can’t hear shit with the music.” He asked, mocking you just so you’d repeat it.
You groaned in annoyance, turning your head to look at him from above your shoulder; he had his usual cocky smile on, face sweaty from the efforts, blonde hair falling on his forehead. “Fuck off, Dean…” He laughed out-loud at your answer, nodding his head before fastening his pace. The thrusts now sent you forward, your weight making the desk creak as Dean fucked you.
One of his hands also traveled between your thighs, his fingers teasing your clit with a feather-light touch before he started rubbing circles onto it, digits smearing wetness around with how slick you were. Your thighs shook as the pleasure coursed through your body, your mouth opening wide and you cried out Dean’s name; thankfully the loud volume of the music and karaoke behind the doors covered it.
“Y’so fucking loud, baby, you really want them to hear you, uh? Just tell me if that’s what you want.” You heard Dean say as he kept snapping his cock inside your pussy; juices covering all his length to his bushy base and making his skin glisten. You didn’t reply, too busy focusing on your orgasm coming.
Warmth pooled inside your stomach, your pussy clenched tight around Dean’s cock and your thighs started to shake. He must have realized, because the circles he rubbed onto your clit fastened and his thrusts were quicker.
“Dean, fuck, I’m about to come!” You whined, arching toward him again and he cursed, his hips making your ass bounce. “Yeah, I can feel it, baby.” He said, his tip rubbed the sweet spot at the entrance of your pussy.
You only needed a few more thrusts before crying out loudly, muscles trembling as you came onto the hockey player’s cock; his fingers still rubbing at your sensitive clit. You squirmed, mouth wide open and drooling onto Dean’s desk while being overstimulated. “Oh, fuck, I’m going to—” He groaned, hips slapping your ass, the tip of his cock still rubbing your g-spot. “Dean! Dean, fuck!” You cried out, pussy clenching as you suddenly squirted from the amount of pleasure you felt.
Your juices flowed out, drenching Dean’s cock, his thighs, both your feet and the floor of his room. He gasped, cursing as he kept going just to bring it all out of you, his fingers rubbing your clit faster. “Fuck, fuck, that’s it, good girl.” You heard, before your upper body fell onto the desk, you were all spent.
Only then, you felt Dean pull out of your sloppy hole, him groaning behind you before you felt the warmth of his semen hitting your lower back; the ropes of it slowly dripping to your ass. You were both breathing loudly, silence took over—if you forgot about the loud music of the party—before Dean’s hands moved to grab your hips. “You were so fucking good.” He said, pressing kisses to your sweaty skin; from your shoulders to your nape.
“Was I?” You chuckled at him, looking at his face from above your shoulder. “Yeah, you were, duh. You always are.” He only replied.
You watched as he moved away, grabbing his boxers and putting them on before turning around to grab tissues from his bed table. He came back, slowly hit the floor to be on his knees and started to clean the mess between your thighs and the semen off of your skin. You smiled at his actions, feeling his lips on your skin; kissing your thighs or the back of your knees, you waited for him to give you the go before moving away from the desk too.
He got up from the floor, grabbed your panties before giving them to you. “You staying a bit or you want to get back to the party?”
You hummed, still half-naked and now sitting on his bed. “Thought about staying here for a bit, what do you think?” He smiled, throwing the tissue away before grabbing a hockey jersey with his name and number on it. He threw it to you, licking his lips like he already thought about you in his shirt. “Here, you can keep it or whatever.” He shrugged, sitting next to you in the bed.
You chuckled before putting the shirt on, and rolled to lay on your stomach. Dean imitated you, blue eyes focusing on the view he had of you. He hummed before speaking again. “Yeah, I like that view. You’re pretty like that.” You rolled your eyes at the compliment even though you knew they were genuine coming from Dean.
“You know I made a mess on the floor, right?” You simply replied back to him and he shrugged. “Yeah, I’ll take care of that, don’t worry about it. Right now I’m just having ideas with you wearing my jersey.” He leaned over, pressing his lips against yours for a single kiss before pulling away.
“Yeah, I think you should wear it all the time, just saying.”
“In your dreams, Di Laurentis.”
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♡ he’s such a perv, for you, always has been. it hits different when you’re just chilling in a tiny cropped baby tee and your favorite undies, explaining some random shit, but garrett’s eyes keep dropping to the way the hem of that tee rides up, flashing the underside of your tits and the curve of your ass every time you shift. he’s practically drooling, jaw slack, cock twitching in his sweats while he nods like he’s listening when really he’s memorizing how your nipples poke against the thin fabric.
♡ he times it perfectly, standing right behind you in the bathroom while you brush your teeth, hips pressed close so you can feel him half-hard against your ass. one big hand slides down, squeezes the soft flesh of your cheek hard enough to leave fingerprints, then does it again like he can’t help himself. “keep brushing, baby,” he mutters, grinding just a little while you try to finish up. same thing in the kitchen, cooking whatever—bent over the counter, and he’s there, crowding you, palming your ass like it’s his favorite stress toy, fingers slipping under the edge of your panties just to tease.
♡ of course he’s stealing your used panties from the laundry bin, wrapping them around his cock while he jerks off like a desperate loser. he presses the crotch right to his mouth, inhaling deep, tongue licking at the fabric where your taste lingers, eyes rolling back as he strokes himself stupid. he gets so pathetic about it—whining your name, hips bucking into his fist, begging into the soaked material like you can hear him. “can’t stop thinking about your pussy…” sometimes he edges himself for hours, only cumming when he’s worked up enough to feel truly disgusting.
♡ eating you out is his breakfast, lunch, dinner, and midnight snack. he’ll drop to his knees the second you’re anywhere near horizontal, shoving your thighs apart and burying his face like a man starved. he wants to be covered in you—juices smeared across his cheeks, chin dripping, nose shiny and pressed right against your clit while he licks and sucks and fucks you with his tongue. he moans into your cunt the whole time, grinding his hard cock against the mattress or his own hand because making you cum is what gets him off hardest.
♡ he loves when you’re on top, riding his face slow, using him like a toy. he’ll grip your ass and pull you down harder, smothering himself until he’s gasping for air between licks. sometimes he cums untouched just from the taste and smell of you, whimpering pathetically into your pussy while his cock twitches and spills all over his stomach.
♡ he’ll text you random “i miss your pussy” messages while you’re out, or send dick pics with your panties still wrapped around the base. he follows you around the house like a lost puppy when you’re barely dressed, hands always reaching, squeezing, groping. he gets off on the domestic shit—watching you do laundry, folding his clothes, knowing he jerked off into a pair of yours an hour ago. he’s shameless about sniffing you after you work out, burying his face between your legs for a quick taste even if you’re sweaty. he wants to be your personal perverted boytoy, always horny, always desperate, always ready to drop and worship that pretty cunt whenever you let him.
ᰋ ˓ ♡ 𝑓awn’s notes ㆍ just started watching off campus, and it gave me some inspiration to write hcs!
· boyfriend!garrett is the kind of boyfriend who shows love through actions because words have never come easy to him, but he’s learning. he stumbles through emotional conversations, jaw tight and eyes fixed somewhere over your shoulder, but he’s trying, and that’s what matters.
· boyfriend!garrett’s primary love language is physical touch. he’s almost always touching you—hand on your lower back, thigh pressed against yours, fingers tracing patterns on your arm. he’s not even conscious of it half the time; it’s just instinct.
· boyfriend!garrett gave you a nickname early on and refuses to let it go. he uses it exclusively in public, but when it’s just the two of you, he switches to your actual name in this specific tone that makes your stomach flip every single time.
· boyfriend!garrett remembers everything. that cafe you mentioned months ago? suddenly there’s a pastry from it on your desk. your class schedule, your work shifts, your exam dates. small details you casually mentioned, then he brings them up later to show he was listening.
· boyfriend!garrett’s second language is acts of service. he drives you anywhere, picks up your favorite takeout when you’ve had a bad day, clears the snow off your car before you even wake up. makes sure you have snacks when you’re pulling all-nighters.
· boyfriend!garrett is actually domestic. grocery shopping together becomes a tradition, he tries to put the most unexpected items (which you two might never use) in the cart just to make you laugh. he’s a blanket thief and will wrap himself around you like a koala in his sleep. don’t tell his teammates, but he actually enjoys cuddling.
· boyfriend!garrett gets teased by his teammates for being whipped. he doesn’t care. he just grins and says, “jealous?” and goes right back to having his hand on your knee under the table.
· boyfriend!garrett is protective without being controlling. if some guy gets too close at a party, he appears out of nowhere with his hand on your lower back. he doesn’t make a scene—just looks at the guy with that quiet intensity that makes them back off. he trusts you completely; it’s them he doesn’t trust.
· boyfriend!garrett gets jealous rarely but intensely. his entire demeanor shifts, jaw tightens, shoulders square, voice drops. he won’t start a fight (learned that lesson) but he’ll get you out of there immediately and ask later, if that person bothered you.
· boyfriend!garrett struggles with vulnerability. he was closed off for so long that letting you in took time, but once he does, he’s all in. he tells you about his father on his own terms, usually late at night when it's dark. he lets you see him upset. he actually asks for comfort when he needs it, which was impossible for him before.
· boyfriend!garrett isn’t great with words (see above), but he tries. he tells you things he’s never told anyone—about his mother, his father, the guilt, the anger. when he does say “i love you,” it’s quiet and genuine and he means every word.
· boyfriend!garrett wants to make you feel good—it's genuinely important to him. if you’re not enjoying something, he stops immediately. “tell me what you want.” and he actually listens. gets off on getting you off.
· boyfriend!garrett has an insane schedule. practice, games, travel, press. but he makes time. he texts you before and after every game, no matter what. if you can’t come to his games, you get a play-by-play recap later. he actually wants you at the games—says he skates better when he knows you’re watching.
· boyfriend!garrett on game days: pre-game is focus mode. you get a quick kiss and “i’ll call you after” before he’s gone. win means he’s hyper and tactile, wants to celebrate with you—picks you up, spins you around. a loss means he's quiet, needs space but wants you nearby. he doesn’t want to talk about it, just wants you there. either way, he’s coming home to you.
· boyfriend!garrett has a whole playlist of 80s rock he’s been curating since he was a kid. lynyrd skynyrd, journey, boston, the works. he’ll put it on during late nights when you’re both just spending time together, and he gets this soft, shy look when you sing along to a song you know. he won’t say it out loud, but those quiet moments with you, music playing low and your head on his shoulder, are the closest thing to peace he’s ever known.
· boyfriend!garrett’s worst fear is hurting you. he’d rather leave than become his father, and you have to remind him that’s not who he is. he wants a future with you. house, dog, the whole thing. but he’s terrified to say it out loud. he’ll say it eventually, though, when it’s just the two of you.
the puck hits the back of the net and the arena explodes.
garrett doesn’t hear any of it. the roar of the crowd, the announcer’s voice, his teammates slapping his back. it all fades into static. his eyes are already scanning the stands, searching through the sea of faces until he finds you.
you’re tucked away in the third row, wearing his jersey, jumping up and down with your hands in the air. your smile is so wide he can see it from here.
his arm lifts before he can think about it. he points at you—that one was for you. the grin that breaks across his face is the one he reserves just for you.
a few guys on the bench notice. tucker hoots. logan rolls his eyes but he’s smiling.
garrett doesn’t care. he skates toward the bench with that same grin still on his face, and when he glances back at you one more time, you’re still looking at him like he hung the moon.
you glare at him from your spot against the boards, legs wobbling beneath you. garrett skates backward with infuriating ease, hands outstretched, that stupid smirk on his face.
“c’mon,” he says. “just push off. i’ve got you.”
“you said that ten minutes ago and i almost fell on my face.”
“you didn’t fall.”
“almost is the key word.”
he laughs, and it’s warm and genuine and makes you want to wipe that smug look off his face. but then he’s right in front of you, close enough that you can see the flecks of gray in his eyes, and his hands find your waist.
“trust me,” he says, softer now. “i won’t let you fall.”
you take a breath. you push off.
his hands stay on your waist the whole time, guiding you, steadying you. he skates backward in front of you, watching your feet, correcting you with small nudges. when you wobble, his grip tightens. when you find your balance, his thumbs trace circles on your hips.
you make it halfway around the rink before your legs give out. he catches you instantly, arms wrapping around you, pulling you against his chest before you can hit the ice.
“told you i had you.”
you’re both laughing now, breathless and a little ridiculous, and he kisses your forehead like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
“you owe me,” you say, still catching your breath.
“yeah?”
“yeah. next time, you teach me how to fight.”
he snorts. “you want to learn how to fight?”
“if i’m dating a hockey player, i should probably know how to throw a punch.”
he grins, wide and boyish. “deal.”
he doesn’t let go of you for the rest of the night.
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Garret: Is extremely attentive after sex, pulling you against his chest and running his big hands up and down your back. He always makes sure you drink water and checks if you’re sore, whispering praises like “You did so good for me, baby.”
Hannah: The sweetest after sex, always pulling you close and covering your face with soft kisses. She loves running her fingers through your hair while whispering how amazing you made her feel. Cuddles are non-negotiable; she’ll wrap herself around you like a koala until you both fall asleep.
Beau: Surprisingly attentive after sex. He pulls you close immediately, kissing your forehead and whispering how incredible you felt. He loves running his hands through your hair or tracing lazy patterns on your skin while catching his breath. Expect water, snacks, and him cuddling you like you’re his favorite trophy until you both fall asleep.
Dean: He’ll pull you against his chest, kiss your forehead, and run his fingers through your hair while whispering how good you were for him. He always makes sure you have water, a warm cloth, and his hoodie. No leaving the bed until you’re taken care of. Even when he’s exhausted, he stays awake longer than you just to watch you fall asleep.
Allie: Is incredibly sweet and attentive after sex. She loves pulling you close, stroking your hair, and whispering how amazing you felt always makes sure you’re hydrated and cuddles you until you both calm down.
B = Body Part ( Their favorite body part of their and yours)
Garrett: His favorite body part on himself are his arms — he loves how strong they look when he’s pinning you down or lifting you against the wall. On you? Your tits. He’s obsessed, always staring, groping, sucking, and leaving marks on them every single time. He’ll bury his face between them when he’s inside you, groaning about how perfect they feel in his hands.
Hannah: Her favorite body part of hers are her tits — she loves when you worship them, suck, and squeeze them. On you, she’s obsessed with your hips and thighs, gripping them hard while you ride her face. She constantly tells you how perfect your curves feel under her hands.
Beau: His favorite body part on himself is his arms and shoulders years of training made them strong and he loves when you grip them. On you, it’s your ass and thighs. He’s obsessed with grabbing, smacking, and spreading them while he’s inside you. He also can’t get enough of your lips watching them wrap around him or moaning his name.
Dean: His favorite body part on himself is his hands — big, strong hockey hands that love gripping your hips. On you? Your ass. He’s obsessed with the way it looks when you’re bent over every surface in the house. He constantly smacks, squeezes, and spreads it whenever he gets the chance.
Allie: Her favorite part of her own body is her waist and hips; she loves when you grip them hard while you’re inside her or when she’s riding you. On you, she’s obsessed with your thighs and the curve of your neck. She can’t stop touching and kissing them.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)
Garrett: Loves pulling out at the last second and finishing on your stomach, tits, or ass. The visual of his cum marking you drives him crazy. He’ll groan your name while stroking himself through it, eyes locked on the mess he made. Sometimes he’ll use his fingers to push some of it back inside you just to watch it drip out again.
Hannah: Is a massive squirter, especially when you hit that perfect spot with your fingers or strap. She gets embarrassed at first but you love making her soak the sheets and your face. She’ll shyly ask you to keep going because the orgasms feel even stronger when she squirts.
Beau: Loves finishing inside you (when protected) and watching it drip out. He has a thing for marking you cumming on your tits, stomach, or ass and rubbing it in like a claim. He’ll make you taste yourselves mixed together and groan at how filthy and hot it is.
Dean: Completely addicted to creampies. The sight of his cum dripping out of you drives him feral every single time. He’ll push it back inside with his fingers while growling “mine” and getting hard again instantly. Loves finishing inside you raw and watching it leak down your thighs afterward.
Allie: Gets extremely wet, soaking the sheets and your fingers every time she comes. She’s not a squirter but the amount of slick she produces is almost embarrassing to her. Cleanup usually turns into more lazy kisses and her tasting both of you on her fingers.
D = Dirty Talk (they talks you through it?)
Garrett: Is very vocal and loves talking you through it. “That’s it, baby… take my cock just like that. Fuck, you feel so good.” He mixes praise with filthy commands, telling you how tight you are and how he’s going to ruin you. His voice gets deeper and raspier the closer he gets, especially when he’s close to coming.
Hannah: She’s surprisingly vocal once she’s lost in it, moaning “please, baby, right there” breathlessly. Hannah loves when you talk dirty to her, praising how good she looks falling apart for you. She’ll whimper your name like a prayer while you spoil her.
Beau: Yes, he absolutely talks you through it. Deep, husky voice in your ear the whole time. “You take my cock so fucking well, baby… that’s it, squeeze me just like that.” He mixes praise with filthy commands and loves making you beg out loud.
Dean: He is filthy and talks you through it the entire time. Constant praise mixed with absolute filth. “That’s it, baby, take every inch. Fuck, you’re squeezing me so good.” He never shuts up — even when he’s close, he’s moaning dirty promises in your ear.
Allie: She talks you through it beautifully, especially when she’s in control. Her voice gets breathy and needy as she moans instructions loves telling you “just like that, baby… don’t stop” and praising how good you feel. When she’s feeling extra submissive she whimpers the dirtiest things in your ear until you lose it.
E = Experience (How experienced is They?)
Garrett: Experienced but not a manwhore. He had a few steady hookups before you, but nothing serious. He knows exactly what he’s doing — years of hockey discipline taught him great body control and stamina. With you he’s constantly learning what makes you scream his name the loudest.
Hannah: Wasn’t super experienced before you, mostly vanilla hookups that left her wanting more. With you she’s discovering what she really likes — being spoiled and taken care of. She’s a quick learner and gets more confident every time you’re together.
Beau: Very experienced. As the star Dean duo and with all that charm, he’s had plenty of hookups before you. But once he’s with you, he focuses all that skill on learning exactly what makes you scream his name. He knows tricks and positions most guys your age haven’t even heard of.
Dean: We all know he was a total manwhore before you. He’s slept with more girls than he can count and knows exactly how to play your body. But once he’s with you, all that experience is used to ruin you in the best way possible. He’s cocky about it too “No one’s ever gonna fuck you like I do, sweetheart.”
Allie: She doesn’t has a ton of experience, but she knows exactly what she wants and isn’t shy about asking for it once she trusts you learns fast and pays close attention to every reaction you give her, quickly becoming amazing at reading your body.
F = Favorite Position (self explanatory)
Garrett: His absolute favorite is you riding him. He loves leaning back and watching your tits bounce while gripping your hips. Missionary is a close second because he can kiss you, choke you lightly, or pin your wrists above your head. Doggy also gets him feral — especially when he pulls your hair and presses your face into the mattress.
Hannah: She loves being on her back in missionary so she can see your face while you fuck her. Being a pillow princess, she enjoys when you’re on top, pinning her down gently and giving her everything. Wrapped legs around your waist while you grind deep is her heaven.
Beau: Addicted to doggy style gripping your hips and pounding deep Prone bone is his ultimate favorite pressing you flat into the mattress with his whole body covering yours. He also loves Lotus position when he wants it slow and intimate, face to face with you in his lap.
Dean: Totally loves bending you over every surface he can find — kitchen counter, couch, desk, hood of his car, locker room bench. Doggy and standing positions are his go-to because he loves watching your ass bounce while he rails you. He’ll fuck you against walls, over the back of the couch, or anywhere he can get deep and watch you fall apart.
Allie: Loves being on top so she can control the pace and watch your face while she rides you. She also adores missionary with her legs wrapped around your waist because she can pull you close and kiss you the whole time. Doggy scissoring with you gripping her hips is a close third; she feels you so deep that way.
G = Goofy (Is The more serious or humorous?)
Garrett: Can be a bit serious during sex, but he has his goofy moments. He’ll laugh if you make a silly sound or if you both tumble off the bed. He loves teasing you mid-thrust with a smirk and a playful comment just to make you whine. Overall he’s more intense than silly, but never makes you feel embarrassed.
Hannah: Can be a little shy and giggly during sex, especially if something awkward happens. She loves when things get playful — a sudden kiss attack or tickling that turns into more. But once she’s turned on, she gets needy and focused on feeling good.
Beau: Is super goofy during sex and can’t help cracking jokes. He’ll make you laugh even when he’s balls deep, then turn it filthy in the same breath. His humor makes everything feel fun and connected instead of serious.
Dean: So very humorous during sex. He’ll crack jokes, tease you, and make you laugh even when he’s balls deep. Sex with him is fun, playful, and never too serious. But when he wants to be intense, the goofy side disappears and he becomes dominant and focused.
Allie: She has moments of playful giggles mid-sex when something awkward happens. But once things get intense she turns focused and hungry, losing the goofiness completely. Her humor usually comes out during foreplay or right after, keeping things light and loving.
H = Hair (How well-groomed is The? Does the carpet match the drapes?)
Garrett: He trims regularly because he likes feeling clean and doesn’t want anything getting in the way. The carpet matches the drapes — dark, thick hair that leads down in a sexy happy trail. He doesn’t go fully bare but stays neat for maximum comfort and aesthetics.
Hannah: She keeps herself neatly trimmed, soft and always smooth for you she loves when you kiss and nuzzle. She gets a little self-conscious but melts when you tell her how pretty she is down there.
Beau: Keeps himself well-groomed but not completely bare.He has a neat happy trail that matches his hair. The carpet is trimmed short and always clean for you.
Dean: He trims everything neatly but doesn’t go fully bare. The carpet definitely matches the drapes — that golden dirty-blond hair looks perfect on him. He loves when you run your fingers through his happy trail while you’re going down on him.
Allie: She is completely waxed and smooth everywhere loves the extra sensitivity it gives her. She keeps herself perfectly groomed because it makes her feel sexy and confident. The soft, bare skin drives her crazy when you kiss and lick her there for long periods.
I = Intimacy (How is The during the moment?)
Garrett: He maintains eye contact, kisses you deeply, and constantly tells you how much he loves you. Even when it’s rough, there’s always an undercurrent of tenderness — foreheads pressed together, hands intertwined. He makes you feel like the only girl in the world every single time.
Hannah: Craves deep eye contact and emotional connection during sex. She wants to feel loved and spoiled, not just fucked — lots of “I’ve got you, baby” moments. Kissing nonstop while you’re inside her makes everything more intense for her.
Beau: Is incredibly intimate even when he’s being rough.Eye contact, forehead kisses, and holding your hands are constant.He makes you feel worshipped and loved no matter how nasty the sex gets.
Dean: He loves eye contact, forehead kisses, and holding your hands while he fucks you slow and deep. Even in rough rounds he’ll cup your face and tell you how much he loves you. He makes you feel like the only girl in the world.
Allie: She wants eye contact, deep kisses, and constant touching. Even when it’s rough, she needs that emotional connection, whispering “I love you” against your lips thrives on feeling close to you on every level, body and soul.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Garrett: When he’s away or you’re busy, Garrett jerks off to photos or voice notes you sent him. He strokes slowly at first, imagining it’s your hand or mouth, then gets rougher as he thinks about burying himself inside you. He always cleans up thinking about the next time he’ll have you for real.
Hannah: She masturbates thinking about you almost every night, especially after texting all day. Loves using her fingers while imagining your mouth on her tits and between her legs. She gets loud when she’s alone, moaning your name into her pillow.
Beau: Jerks off regularly, especially when he’s thinking about you. He’s vocal even alone — grunting your name. He has no shame sending you teasing texts or voice notes when he’s doing it. After you start dating, most of his solo sessions turn into “I need you right now” calls.
Dean: He doesn’t jerk off nearly as much anymore now that he has you why would he when he can have the real thing? But when you’re apart or he’s worked up thinking about you, he’ll stroke himself while texting you filthy messages. He saves his load for you every single time.
Allie: Masturbates regularly because she genuinely enjoys it as an act of self-love. Sometimes she’ll do it even when you’re home, not because she’s unsatisfied, but because it feels good and empowering doesn’t always tell you beforehand you might walk in on her with a toy between her legs and a blissful expression.
K = Kink (One or more of Theirs kinks)
Garrett: Has a big thing for marking you — hickeys on your tits, fingerprints on your hips, light spanking. He loves light choking (with consent) and making you keep eye contact while he ruins you. Also really into mirror sex so you both can watch.
Hannah: Big praise kink tell her she’s yourgood girl and she’ll fall apart instantly. Loves being spoiled, light choking (giving and receiving), and having her tits played with roughly. Slight breeding kink when she’s really deep in subspace.
Beau: Big on light spanking, hair-pulling, and breeding talk. He loves risky semi-public sex (locker room, car, party bathroom). Also into mirror sex so you both can watch.
Dean: Daddy kink hits him hard — he loves when you moan it while he’s balls deep. He’s heavily into exhibitionism, always trying to fuck you in risky places where you might get caught. He also has a thing for recording you (with your consent) so he can watch how pretty you look when he ruins you.
Allie: Is a super switch and thrives on both dominating you and being dominated She has a big thing for power play, light choking, and being praised while she’s being used also loves when you edge her until she’s shaking and begging.
L = Location (Favorite places to do it)
Garrett: His bedroom at the Fraternity house, the locker room after everyone leaves, and the backseat of his car. He also loves fucking you in the shower wet bodies, slippery skin, and easy cleanup. Anywhere he can have you pressed against a wall is a win.
Hannah: Her favorite is your bed or hers, where she can be as loud as she wants. Shower sex is a close second — you holding her up against the tiles. She’s not big on super risky public places but loves the thrill of your car at night.
Beau: His favorites are his truck, the locker room after practice, and his bedroom with the door locked. He’s down for risky spots like the couch when the guys are out or a quiet corner at parties. Hotel rooms during away games turn him extra wild.
Dean: Will fuck you literally anywhere locker room, car, rooftop, movie theater, bathroom at parties. His favorite is bending you over any available surface in the house when the guys are home. The risk of getting caught only makes him harder. But his all time favourite is shower sex
Allie: Her favorite is your shared bed where she can be as loud as she wants. She also gets excited about risky quickies in the car or the classroom after classes. The shower is another go-to because she loves wet, slippery sex against the tiles.
M = Motivation (What turns Them on?)
Garrett: Seeing you in his hockey jersey with nothing underneath instantly makes him hard. Your moans, the way you tug his hair, and when you beg for him are his biggest turn-ons. Post-game adrenaline always has him desperate to find you and bury himself inside you.
Hannah: Seeing you in control and focused on her pleasure turns her on like nothing else. Compliments, neck kisses, and when you call her “princess” or “babygirl”. Watching you get worked up while eating her out is her biggest turn-on.
Beau: Seeing you in his jersey or bent over in leggings instantly turns him on. Your laugh, the way you tease him back, and when you get a little bratty. Post-game adrenaline always makes him want to fuck you senseless.
Dean: Seeing you in little skirts turns him on instantly. Your bratty attitude and the way you tease him back drive him crazy. Also loves when you’re jealous — it makes him want to remind you who you belong to.
Allie: Gets turned on by emotional closeness when you look at her like she’s everything. Compliments, teasing touches throughout the day, and seeing you get possessive over her drive her crazy. She also loves when she catches you staring at her body.
N = No (Something The wouldn’t do)
Garrett: His hard no is CNC. He doesn’t like any scenario where you pretend you don’t want it — he needs enthusiastic consent every time. He also won’t do anything that could seriously hurt you or make you uncomfortable. Anything involving other people watching or joining is also off the table.
Hannah: Bondage is a hard no — she doesn’t like feeling restricted or helpless. Anything that involves real pain or degradation is off the table. She needs to feel safe and cherished at all times.
Beau: He won’t do anything that involves real pain, degradation that feels mean, or sharing you. No choking that’s too intense or anything that could actually hurt you. He’s also not into super heavy BDSM — he prefers fun and playful.
Dean: He won’t share you. Ever. No threesomes, no watching other people touch you — you’re his and only his. He also draws the line at anything that could genuinely hurt you.
Allie: Her absolute no is monotony needs constant variety and excitement. She hates routine sex and wants to keep things fresh and spontaneous. Anything that feels boring or predictable is a hard pass.
O = Oral (Preference giving or receiving)
Garrett: He’ll spend ages between your thighs, tongue and fingers working until you’re shaking. He loves when you suck him off — especially if you look up at him with teary eyes and his cock in your mouth. 69 is a regular favorite so he can eat you out while you take him.
Hannah: Is a total receiver — she loves laying back like a pillow princess while you devour her. She gets shy about giving but will eagerly bury her face between your thighs when she’s in the mood. She prefers receiving head way more and can cum multiple times from it.
Beau: He loves giving almost as much as receiving. He’ll eat you out like a starving man, especially after a win. When receiving, he’s a sucker for eye contact and you on your knees. He’ll guide your head gently but gets super vocal and praise-heavy.
Dean: He loves both but is a huge giver. Dean will eat you out for hours, holding your thighs open while he makes you scream. He also loves when you drop to your knees and take him deep, especially if he can fuck your throat.
Allie: Totally refers giving over receiving, though she loves both. She’s enthusiastic and loves watching your reactions while she goes down on you gets really into it, moaning into you and taking her time.
P = Pace (Is The fast and rough or slow and sensual?)
Garrett: He can do both, but he loves starting slow and deep, then switching to fast and rough when you’re begging. Sensual and teasing at the beginning, then pounding you into the mattress when you’re close. He adjusts perfectly to whatever you need that day.
Hannah: She loves a mix but leans toward slow and sensual, deep thrusts that make her feel everything. When she’s desperate she’ll beg for it harder and faster. You setting the pace while she just takes it drives her crazy.
Beau: He can do both fast and rough in doggy/prone bone when the mood is feral. Slow and sensual in Lotus, grinding deep while kissing you stupid. He usually starts playful and builds to whatever you’re craving.
Dean: He can do both for sure but there's a thing... Most of the time he’s pounding you hard while bending you over every surface. He loves switching paces just to keep you on edge algo cause he loves grabbing your hips to push you back
Allie: The definition of greedy koves it fast and intense most of the time. She craves deep, quick sex that leave her breathless can do slow and sensual but always ends up begging for more speed.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies)
Garrett: 100% down for quickies. Fast, dirty fucks in the car or bathroom before a game are common. He still makes sure you cum, even if it’s quick — he hates leaving you unsatisfied. But he prefers long sessions where he can take his time worshipping you.
Hannah: She’s not the biggest fan of quickies because she loves being spoiled for a long time. But if you’re both horny and have ten minutes, she’ll still let you finger her until she squirts. She prefers taking her time to get properly ruined.
Beau: Huge fan of quickies. He’s efficient and can make you come fast. “Five minutes, baby, I promise” usually turns into fifteen because he gets carried away. Perfect for before games or between classes.
Dean: Is beyond obsessed with quickies. He’ll drag you into a closet or bathroom for a fast, dirty fuck most of times. Five minutes is more than enough for him to make you cum and leave you dripping. Also he loves how you can't have enough time to recover and your legs are all shaky
Allie: Is a huge fan of quickies like insane she thinks they’re fucking hot and spontaneous A fast fuck in the bathroom before class or in the car gets her excited for later. She can cum surprisingly fast when she’s worked up.
R = Risk (Is The game to experiment? Does he take risks?)
Garrett: He’s pretty open to experimenting and taking risks, especially semi-public stuff that gets the adrenaline going. He loves pushing your limits in a safe way — new positions, light bondage, toys. Always checks in and respects boundaries.
Hannah: Is somewhat adventurous with you but prefers comfort and privacy. She’ll try new things if you guide her gently and make her feel safe. Riskiest she’ll go is semi-public like the car or locked bathroom.
Beau: He’s very open to experimenting and taking risks — the thrill of getting caught turns him on. He’ll try new positions or toys if you suggest them. Always makes sure you’re comfortable first though.
Dean: Completely lives for the risk. He’ll finger you under the table at dinner with friends or fuck you in semi-public places just for the thrill. The danger of getting caught makes everything hotter for him also cause he knows you can't keep quiet.
Allie: Very open to experimenting and taking risks. Public play, semi-public sex, and trying new toys or positions turn her on. She trusts you completely and loves pushing boundaries together. Actually she's the one who suggests everything
S = Stamina (How many rounds can The go?)
Garrett: Hockey player stamina is no joke Garrett can go 3-4 rounds easily with short breaks. He recovers fast and stays hard for a long time, especially when he’s really turned on by you. You’ll be exhausted before he is.
Hannah: She can handle 2-3 intense rounds before getting sleepy and extra cuddly. Her body is very sensitive so each orgasm hits harder than the last. After the third she becomes a blissed-out, cute clingy mess.
Beau: As an athlete, his stamina is excellent easily 3-4 rounds with short breaks.He can go hard for a long time, especially when he’s in the mood to tease you. Round two is usually even better because he’s more relaxed.
Dean: He's a player obviously has insane stamina easily goes for 3-4 rounds. Hockey conditioning means he can fuck you for hours without getting tired. He’ll keep going until you’re shaking and begging.
Allie: For sure can go for 2-3 solid rounds, especially when she’s really turned on. She bounces back quickly thanks to her high energy and love for pleasure. By the third round she’s a whimpering, oversensitive mess but still begging for more.
T = Toys (Does The own/use toys?)
Garrett: He owns a couple of toys for you — vibrator and plug mainly. Loves using them while he fucks you or makes you wear them in public. He’s not intimidated by them at all and thinks they make things hotter. Will buy new ones if you express interest.
Hannah: She owns a few vibrators and a dildo she uses while thinking of you. Loves when you use toys on her, especially a vibrator on her clit while you fuck her with your strap. She’s open to more toys as long as you’re the one controlling them.
Beau: He owns a couple of vibrators for you and isn’t shy about using them. Loves combining toys with his mouth or cock to overstimulate you. He’s open to more but nothing too extreme.
Dean: He owns a few toys (vibrators, plugs) mostly to use on you. Loves edging you with a vibrator before fucking you senseless. He’s open to experimenting but prefers his cock and hands doing most of the work.
Allie: Owns several toys and is obsessed with clit suckers she’ll use them on herself or let you edge her for ages. She loves incorporating vibrators, dildos, and even restraints when the mood strikes. Toy play is a regular part of your sex life since you adore to use the strap.
U = Unfair (How much The likes to tease)
Garrett: Is a massive tease. He’ll edge you for ages, slow strokes while smirking, making you beg. He loves when you’re desperate and whining his name. But he always rewards you in the end — usually multiple times.
Hannah: Fucking loves being teased but gets super whiny and needy when you edge her. She’ll pout and beg so prettily that you usually give in. You teasing her tits and inner thighs is her weakness.
Beau: A massive tease. He’ll edge you until you’re begging, smiling the whole time. He loves making you say exactly what you want before he gives it to you. But he always delivers in the end.
Dean: For sure he is the ultimate tease like the to point of being a bitch. He’ll edge you for ages, pulling out right when you’re about to cum just to hear you whine “Daddy please.” He loves watching you squirm and beg for him.
Allie: Is a massive tease literally the human form of tease. She’ll grind on you, send nudes, or do sexy dances just to watch you suffer. Loves edging you (and herself) until you’re both desperate. Her playful unfairness always ends in fucking explosive orgasms.
V = Volume (How loud is They?)
Garrett: Vocal but not extremely loud. Deep groans, curses, and your name growled in your ear. He gets louder when he’s close, especially if you’re riding him. He loves when you are loud though the louder you are, the harder he goes.
Hannah: Is loud when she feels safe. Lots of moans, whimpers, and breathy gasps. She says your name like a prayer when she comes. She tries to be quieter in risky places but fails adorably.
Beau: He’s pretty loud — lots of groaning, grunting, and dirty talk. He moans your name when he comes and isn’t afraid to be vocal. He loves when you’re loud too and encourages it.
Dean: He’s loud and vocal lots of grunts, moans, and filthy dirty talk. Doesn’t care if the whole house hears him claiming you. Your moans are his favorite sound though, and he works hard to pull them out of you.
Allie: Fucking loud and unashamed about it lots of moans, whimpers, and cries of your name. She tries to be quieter in risky places but usually fails adorably. Her sounds are music to your ears and extremely motivating.
W = Wild card (Random headcanon)
Garrett: Secretly loves when you wear his jersey while he fucks you from behind. He’ll pull it up just enough to see your tits bounce. He also has a thing for slow, lazy morning sex where he’s half asleep but still deep inside you. After big wins, he gets extra possessive and needy.
Hannah: Secretly wants to try the mommy kink with you. She fantasizes about calling you “mommy” while you spoil and dominate her softly. She’s shy about bringing it up but gets soaked just thinking about it. She wants to feel extra spoiled and taken care of in that dynamic.
Beau: Has a recurring fantasy about having a threesome with you and Dean. He gets ridiculously turned on just talking about it. He’s mentioned it multiple times during dirty talk, describing how hot it would be to share you. He’d never pressure you but the idea clearly lives rent-free in his head.
Dean: Secretly not so secretly loves when you wear his clothes after sex. He’ll fuck you in his jersey and then make you sleep in it, covered in his cum. Possessive as hell in the hottest way possible.
Allie: Loves giving you private sexy dances she’ll put on music, strip slowly, and grind on you until you can’t take it anymore. It’s her signature way of seducing you and always leads to mind-blowing sex. Her dancer energy makes every performance incredibly hot.
X = X-ray (What’s going on under the clothes?)
Garrett: Thick, long cock with a slight upward curve that hits all the right spots. Veiny and perfect. Heavy balls, trimmed dark hair, and a very defined V-line that leads straight to it. Athletic body broad shoulders, strong arms, abs you can trace with your tongue.
Hannah: Has the most soft, full curves with beautiful tits she loves having played with. Her pussy is pretty, pink, and gets so wet for you. She has sensitive nipples and loves showing off her body when she’s comfortable.
Beau: Is long and thick with a slight upward curve that hits all the right spots. He’s well-groomed and keeps everything neat down there. The head is especially sensitive and gets flushed dark when he’s really hard.
Dean: 7.3 Is thick and long with a slight upward curve that hits your g-spot perfectly. Veiny, pretty pink reddish head that looks like a mushroom and always ready for you. He knows exactly how to use it and loves showing it off.
Allie: Has an athletic, toned body with soft curves at her waist and hips. Her breasts are perky and sensitive, and her ass is round and firm from all the training. She’s always smooth, glowing, and incredibly responsive to touch.
Y = Yearning (How high is Their sex drive?)
Garrett: Has a very high sex drive. He wants you almost every day, sometimes multiple times. Even after a rough practice he’ll come home horny and ready to go. You’re basically his favorite addiction.
Hannah: Her sex drive is high when she feels safe and loved. She gets needy and clingy, sending you shy texts when she wants you. Once in a relationship, she craves you almost daily.
Beau: Has a very high sex drive. He wants you almost every day, sometimes multiple times. Even after a tough game he still has energy for you. He’s constantly horny for you specifically.
Dean: His sex drive is extremely high. He wants you multiple times a day at least in the morning, after practice, before bed. You’re basically his addiction if you can do more sure more.
Allie: Has a very high sex drive she wants you every time is possible She’s not shy (she's actually proud) about initiating and can get needy fast. Her yearning is both physical and emotional; she craves the connection as much as the orgasm.
Z = Zzz (How quickly The sleeps afterwards)
Garrett: He falls asleep pretty fast after sex, especially if he’s holding you against his chest. But he always makes sure you’re taken care of first never just rolls over. Big warm body wrapped around you is the best sleeping pill.
Hannah: She falls asleep pretty fast after sex, especially after good aftercare. She curls into you like a koala, head on your chest sleeps best when she feels thoroughly fucked and cherished.
Beau: He falls asleep pretty fast after sex, especially after multiple rounds. He always pulls you into his arms first though, spooning you tightly. You usually fall asleep to the sound of his soft breathing and occasional sleepy jokes.
Dean: Falls asleep pretty fast after sex, but only after making sure you’re taken care of. He pulls you on top of his chest, wraps his arms around you, and is out within minutes. You’re always safe and warm in his arms He needs to be sure you feel that way so he can sleep
Allie: Falls asleep pretty quickly after sex, especially if you cuddle her. She likes being the little spoon, tucked against your chest drifts off with a satisfied smile and soft breathing.
NOTES - while this isn’t 18+, my blog is so mdni. first time writing for dean ( + off campus in general) so i hope you enjoy! not proofread so ignore any typos pls
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
oh dean is so affectionate. he literally can’t keep his hands off you, no matter where you are or what you’re doing, if you’re together he’s touching you in one way or another. if you’re in public he loves to throw his arm over your shoulders and pull you into his side. but if you’re alone, usually in his room at the hockey house or your dorm, he’s a big cuddler. will literally pull you on top of him and wrap his arms around you tight enough to keep you there. touchiest man alive fr
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
it would start in some stupid way, he’d show up to class empty handed just so he can ask the pretty girl that sits beside him if he can borrow a pen and paper (not that he uses it with how much time he spends staring at you). but fast forward a few months and you’re the best of friends. everyone in each of your lives begins asking where the other is if you’re not together (which is fair, you spend most waking hours tg). i think he’s very attentive, he pays attention and makes a point in showing you that whether it be knowing you’re locked up in your dorm studying for a big test and he shows up with a bag of your favorite takeout or noticing you’re running low on some product you use and he spends twenty minutes in the store finding it and replacing it for you and so many other little things as well. man is down bad
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
kinda already covered this in A but yeah he loves to cuddle, so much so that you will have to pry him off of you so he won’t miss practice
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
i think he’ll want to settle down eventually, probably take a few years after college to get prepared but you're together for all of it. he’s not good at cooking or cleaning but he loves to spend time in the kitchen trying out new recipes you found even if he has no idea what the hell he’s doing. as for cleaning, he picks up after himself but he’s also a bit messy, it just doesn’t bother him really. (not that he lets you clean up after him, no matter what if you try it he’s on his feet in seconds )
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
he wouldn’t but for the sake of this…he’d probably try and let you down easy and it comes across so much worse than he meant for it to but hey, you had to break up at least this way it’ll stick
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
my guy has commitment issues from hell. it’s takes a while for him to feel really truly comfortable and confident in your relationship, a year at absolute most but you make it really hard for him to last that long. it takes him a while longer to decide how he feels about marriage and whether or not that’s something that he wants and in the end it is but if we refer back to D it would take a few years, but you’re engaged a year after graduation. he wants to make sure he has enough time to save up and give you the wedding you want + deserve.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
he’s very gentle with you, you’re the most special thing in his life & he’s not going to do anything to jeopardize that.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
he loves a good hug but he prefers cuddles
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
it takes him a minute, a solid 6-7 months at least, he wants to be sure you’re as serious about it as he is before he says anything
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
not really no, he’s confident in your relationship & how you both feel about each other, doesn’t matter if some drunk frat bro tries to flirt with you bc at the end of the day you’re still with him
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
his kisses are soft and so full of emotion, you can feel how much he loves you. he loves to kiss your neck, the way your lashes flutter when he hits that one spot that just gets you every single time. as for where he likes to be kissed, he loves your kisses so much he almost doesn’t even care but he does really enjoy when you kiss his chest.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
he’s okay, he doesn’t really know what to do with a kid but he’s not the worst.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
lazy and in bed 100% of the time. he’ll wrap his big arm around you and pulls you as far into his side as possible and attack your face (and neck 👀) with kisses.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
usually curled up in his bed at the hockey house watching some dumb movie together that neither of you are really watching because you’re too busy talking and laughing with each other.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
for little things? whatever you want to know but for bigger more important things? not right away, but he doesn’t take a super long time either, probably 2-3 ish months. he’ll tell you anything you want to know after that.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
he’s quite patient, it takes a lot to genuinely make him angry.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
he. remembers. everything. doesn’t matter how little if it’s even remotely important to you he’s got it locked away in his brain (and notes app, just in case).
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
your first date. he took you to a fancy new restaurant you’d mentioned wanting to go to in passing, where you spent hours just talking and getting to know each other while your food went cold and neither of you even noticed
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
he’s so protective. for instance, if you're at a party his eyes are glued to your cup until he steals it from you if you get a little too carried away dancing and covers the top of the red solo cup with his big palm.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
when the season is going he’s not able to do as much as he wants to but he makes up for it in little ways like picking you up a little trinket he saw when he was out because it reminded him of you or ordering food to your dorm when he knows you’ve been locked in your room all night studying. but when it’s the off season he makes up for it, planning surprise dates, going on weekend road trips etc etc. for your anniversary though, he goes all out, fancy restaurant, an expensive gift that he knows you’ve been eyeing but won’t buy for yourself, he even pays tuck $20 to make a path of rose petals leading from the front door to his room once you’ve left for dinner.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
he bites and picks at his nails a lot, usually before a big game when he gets really anxious.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
i mean it’s dean, he likes to look good and we all know it comes natural to him.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
yes 100%.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
he prefers locking pinkies over holding hands
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
basic i know but he hates an unnecessarily loud eater, it’s a hard no for him.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
can’t sleep without a fan on, he runs hot & with how close to you he likes to be at night it can get a little warm.
ꕀconteúdo: levemente sugestivo, dean × f!reader, 0.8k palavrinhas e acho que é só isso, na real KKKKKK
ꕀ[💌] notinha da gabz: eu sempre vou ser team dean, isso é fato KKKKKK espero que vocês gostem, beijinhos!! 💋
Quando Tuck te ofereceu residência fixa depois da sua colega de dormitório deixar a torneira do banheiro aberta e inundar todo o cômodo, você obviamente hesitou. Apreciava o convite — afinal, vocês nem se falavam direto, mas tinham certo vínculo porque estudaram na mesma escola no ensino médio. Você não aceitou logo de cara, mesmo que estivesse num banco do campus com o rosto inchado de chorar, fosse pelas provas ou pela água ter arruinado um dos seus livros favoritos; abraçava o seu travesseiro, felizmente não atingido pelo tsunami, e mordia um pãozinho de canela com muita tristeza. No entanto, mesmo incerta sobre viver com quatro caras, com dois deles devidamente comprometidos, você aceitou a proposta, porque estava fungando, o nariz escorrendo e sem nenhum papel higiênico ao seu alcance — inclusive no seu dormitório interditado por três dias.
Três dias. Seria fácil. Você nem ficaria direito na casa durante o dia, só teria que sobreviver às noites. O problema é que isso já se mostrou um desafio na primeira noite: Dean e seu harém eram o problema, e você não fazia ideia de como os próprios amigos dele o suportavam — talvez por todos serem homens também; era uma boa suposição.
— Ué — a água do chuveiro de repente cessou. Você achou que era algum defeito. Tinha alguns resquícios de shampoo no cabelo e um bocado no rosto; tateou meio cegamente em busca da sua toalha, que tentou deixar o mais próxima possível, sem a necessidade de abrir por completo a cortininha, que surpreendentemente já estava um pouco aberta.
Envolveu o próprio corpo, abrindo os olhos e imediatamente se arrependendo da ação.
Não porque Dean estava lá, no banheiro com você — em parte sim —, mas principalmente porque algum dos trinta e cinco produtos que você passou no seu cabelo vermelho escorregou direto para os seus olhos.
— Ai, caralho.
— Eu que o diga, né? Porra, cê já tá uns 40 minutos nesse chuveiro. Cê sabe que eu ainda não tomei banho — foda-se, você nem dava importância para o que aquele homem enorme, galinha e… loiro dizia. Estava ocupada se inclinando para lavar os olhos na pia enquanto segurava a toalha no peito, embora suspeitasse que exibia a polpa da bunda naquela posição. O barulhinho que Di Laurents fez com aquela boquinha ridícula meio que constatou sua hipótese.
— Juro que, se você estiver olhando para a minha bunda, eu quebro o seu nariz — ameaçou, ainda muito cega e começando a ficar preocupada com toda aquela ardência.
— Posso lidar com isso — ouviu Dean dizer, e conseguia até visualizar o sorrisinho presunçoso. Você sentiu quando ele se aproximou, encostando na parede, querendo saber o que acontecia para você não estar encarando-o com raiva no olhar. Como poderia? Se não conseguia sequer abrir os olhos?
— Puta merda, tá ardendo tanto — você choramingou, e finalmente ele entrou em ação. Seu corpo reconheceu quando Dean parou diante de você, que ainda tinha os olhos fechados, mas não estava mais inclinada sobre a pia. Vai ver pias te odiassem fervorosamente, como acontecia na atual relação entre você e Dean.
Em dois dias, descobriu que ele odiava o seu cereal preferido. Um comentário seu e ele discordava, como se você não fosse uma mulher e não pudesse fazer parte da grande orgia dele de todas as noites.
Mas você queria que ele te enxergasse assim? Queria que ele te enxergasse como, sei lá, uma das coelhinhas?
— Melhor?
— Você não secou meus olhos com o pano de chão, né? — Dean riu, muito próximo de você, tanto que podia ver cada detalhe dos olhos azuis. De repente, se sentiu tímida. Quer dizer, estava sozinha num banheiro com muito vapor, nua apesar da toalha, com Dean, que já tinha visto metade da sua bunda nos últimos minutos. E, mesmo que você soubesse que a nudez não era grande coisa para ele, era a sua bunda, porra. Nenhum homem deveria ver seu traseiro tão fácil assim, mesmo que acidentalmente.
— Não, embora eu tenha pensado na ideia — você revirou os olhos, feliz por conseguir fazê-lo. Dean continuou próximo demais de você, numa proximidade perigosa que te deixava nervosa, mesmo você querendo omitir o fato até a morte.
— Quase fiquei cega por sua causa.
— Não é porque seu dormitório inundou que você precisa secar toda a água da casa, princesa.
— Pelo menos eu estava demorando porque estava lavando o cabelo, e não porque estava me masturbando.
— Que pena. Acho que você devia botar esses dedinhos para trabalhar mais vezes.
Você abriu a boca, mas não saiu nada dela. Respirou fundo — nem sabia que prendia o fôlego, mas descobriu que o fazia talvez desde que Dean te ajudou a abrir os olhos; pelo menos essa foi a sensação. Afastou o cabelo encharcado para trás, afastando-o também com as mãos no peitoral rígido. Era melhor mesmo deixar aquele banheiro sem mais nenhuma palavra.
