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[gallaghersgal]

svech + i won’t bite. unless you’re into that sort of thing

friend sent me this tweet the other day and i've been feral ever since.

"i won't bite, unless you're into that sort of thing"

andrei svechnikov x reader, rated t. drinking/being tipsy, flirting in a bar. would love to expand this lowkey…

you're three drinks in at some fancy bar in raleigh, dragged out by your friends after an afternoon canes game. you don't know much about hockey, much less the team, but your old college roommate isabelle is a huge fan. she'd sworn the players would come to this bar after a win, and she was right.

isabelle, along with your other friends hannah and imani, is over with a group of well dressed men, ones you can only assume are on the hurricanes roster. but you? you've been staring at the tall, dirty blond angel sitting to your left.

the bartender approaches you with a refill, the same maple whiskey cocktail you've been sipping on all night. "oh! thank you, but i was going to close out my tab, actually," you explain awkwardly, not yet taking the drink.

"drink's paid for," the bartender says simply, nodding to the man on your left.

you turn to him, surprise painted on your features, and the man smiles. "figured this would get you talking." he says. he has a soft accent, it curls around his syllables and falls fuzzy on your ears as he continues, "i won't bite. unless you're into that sort of thing."

you're shocked by how forward he is, giggling as you sip the cocktail he so graciously provided. "sorry i'm just. nervous, i guess? you're like. like really handsome," you say, giggling and covering your mouth, shocked at your own words.

"i'm andrei," he introduces himself, standing from his stool to slide into the empty one directly next to you. "and, thank you. i think that you are—" he pauses, eyes drifting over your outfit, resting momentarily on your lips, "—very pretty yourself."

you smile and shake his hand, introducing yourself in turn. he asks about your day, you explain you're visiting your college town as an ncsu alum. he asks about your major, what you do for work. you ask about his family, and where his accent is from.

it's not until after, when you're in the hotel and texting him that you made it home safe, that you realize. you never asked what he did for work.

"i wonder what he does," you ask aloud, to no one in particular. isabelle is in the bathroom wiping off her makeup, while your other friends hannah and imani lounge in one of the large hotel beds. hannah looks up, interested, and you continue. "he said he's from russia. wonder what he’s doing in north carolina?”

imani quirks an eyebrow. “what was his name?”

“andrei,” you respond simply, followed by a thud from the bathroom.

isabelle shrieks your name, “no. there’s no way.”

“what?” you ask, still clueless, sitting up now.

"oh my god. you—ohmygod—you've got to lock this down. that's—" she runs a hand through her hair, face painted in disbelief. "do you know who that is?"

your eyes dart to hannah, then imani, looking for a hint. but they’re no help, and you shake your head.

“go ahead and google andrei svechnikov for me,” isabelle tells you, taking a seat beside you on the mattress. “that him?”

your jaw drops, reading his stats and info. “oh my god.” you swipe through the pictures, a small smile tugging at your lips as you remember his face.

isabelle sighs dramatically. “this is like it for you. you have to marry him.”

seconds later your phone pings with a message.

andrei: I’d love to see you again. Does dinner on Friday work for you?

you like the message, already mentally clearing the day as you tell isabelle, “well, i’ll let you know how the first date goes.”

© oscquinn, 2025.

[gallaghersgal]

WE DON'T PRAY FOR LOVE; oscar piastri x matilda evans.

series summary; matilda evans and oscar piastri have been at each other's throats since karting. what will happen when tilly is brought in as the second mclaren driver for her rookie season, alongside her life-long nemesis?

type; preview

tilly should’ve known she was fucked when oscar piastri was her first teammate in formula one. the boy who’d been just ahead of her her entrie life. melbourne junior karting champion, showing her up in back to back to back seasons, and earning a coveted seat with prema. one year as a reserve, and another in f1, while tilly worked her way up the ranks.

she’d beaten him only once. at least, only once in a way that mattered. the 2017 f4 british championship. oscar came in second, falling just four points shy. tilly evans, the champion. she held on to that victory, and remembered it when she was finally crowned the 2024 f2 champion. she’d done it again.

there’d been whispers in the paddock. things tilly heard when trailing after franco, he’d always been a talker. the two were friends from years of racing in the same serieses, and while tilly was sad to see logan go—and secretly hoping she got the seat as a williams reserve—she was overjoyed when the news broke that franco would be replacing him. he made it easier, and he gave her all the gossip.

“lando’s in talks with aston, apparently,” he told her, one hot saturday evening in mexico. “story is, stroll’s not making the profits he wants. he’s backing out of aston martin, and lance’s seat is up for grabs.”

tilly shook her head, “surely lando won’t go. he’s mclaren’s pet project.”

franco shrugged, casual, like they’re not talking in a way that could have them labeled as the grid gossips forever. “it’s not about mclaren, it’s about his teammate there.”

she rolled her eyes at the mention of him.

“lando sees that he’s hungry. oscar’s getting better, he’s winning races. and pretty soon, he could be challenging lando’s place.” franco pauses, seeing how the gears begin to turn in tilly’s mind. “newey went to aston, he knows newey likes him.”

she watched him sit back, thought about it for a second. she glanced around the hospitality area, making sure there were no reporters lurking. but it was late, the area was empty.

“tell me more.”

franco grinned like a cat, and continued.

tilly still didn’t believe him. not until after the season ended. and the everything happened fast. too fast. 

on december 10th, 2024, lawrence stroll sells ownership of aston martin. by midday, lance’s contract has been voided and his seat is up for grabs. tilly waits by the phone. she cancels her plans. she knows this is the moment, the one she’s worked so fucking hard to earn.

her phone rings at 10pm, it’s andrea stella, and she’s too excited to think about it. she just answers the phone. they talk for an hour, tilly nearly cries. and when it’s over she has a two year contract in formula one.

moments later her phone pings with a message.

an unsaved number, with an melbourne area code.

unknown: can’t wait to work with you, tils 😉

that was the moment she should have known. but tlly didn't realise how deep she was until much, much later.

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[gallaghersgal]

Okay ! For Lukey and Natalie !

What nicknames does he give her?

What nicknames does she give him?

Assuming Luke falls first, does the team know?

If the team knows do they tease him?

Natalie's first impression of Luke?

Does Luke instantly fall for Natalie?

Is there ever a time where Luke doesn't wanna confess because he's worried it'll mess things up since they work together?

ANAAAAA i'm kissing u on the noggin and tucking u into bed for these lovely questions MWAH

nicknames for natalie; luke starts calling her snaps/snapper because of how often she has her camera out, snapping photos of the team :)) he also likes to call her just nat, or even better natalie because a lot of the boys on the team haven't bothered to learn her name. he makes sure everyone knows it by the end of the season

nicknames for luke; until they officially get together nat mostly calls him by his name, but it's always lukey and not luke.

does the team know? do they tease him?; oh. absolutely. its plain for everyone except nat to see that luke has the biggest heart eyes for her. they're chirping him about how he's showing off right in front of her camera during warmups, or how his eyes find her after a goal. and jack is def the head of this teasing.

nat's first impression of luke?; this boy is a problem. an awkwardly cute, 6 foot 2 problem. she's here to work, trying to be professional, and here's this stupidly handsome goofball skating up and asking if she's getting his good side. nat teases him back, "haven't found your good side yet," before he grins and skates off. she knows he's gonna be trouble from that moment. when she gets home to organize her photos and realizes theres more on her hard drive of luke than anyone else? thats when she knows she's in for it.

how fast does luke fall?; at first he just likes hanging around nat because she's right around his age, he's one of the younger players on the team and it's nice to have someone to connect with. the moment luke realizes he likes her is the first time the media team gets her out on the ice. she's nervous about her balance and scared to hit her head. without thinking, luke takes his helmet from the bench and puts it on her head, and she looks all sweet and stunned and greatful. they just stare at each other for a second before luke tells her "cant have you cracking your head open, who would get my best angles then? c'mon i'll help you out center ice."

as for your last question... stay tuned for an upcoming blurb 🤭🤭

[gallaghersgal]

new followers if ur not following me on @oscquinn you totally should !! thats where i post all my yapping, random thoughts, and reblogs :)) this is just to archive my fics

[gallaghersgal]

౨ৎ DON'T BE A STRANGER (social edits)

summary; after making the move to LA, ellie decides it’s time to make her relationship public.

tags; trevor zegras x ellie hughes, smau, hughes!sister oc, background jack & drea (go read what if all i need is you !!) fluffy content!!

a/n; dedicated to #1 trevellie truther @notsonian

liked by jackhughes, _quinnhughes, lola_ohara, 12.9k others

elhughes officially a cali girl ☀️

3.8k comments

_quinnhughes so proud of you nora (❤️ by creator)

elhughes 🫶

andrea.m.lance she's so golden! (❤️ by creator)

lhughes_06 i'm turning your bedroom into a game room

elhughes shouldn't you be in class?

lhughes_06 shouldn't you?? (❤️ by creator)

user01 aww the sun jellycat (❤️ by creator)

elhughes she's a grad gift from mom! 🫶

user01 so sweet!!

turcotte_alex i'll have to show you around the city sometime (❤️ by creator)

elhughes text me !!

trevorzegras that's my job

turcotte_alex you live in anaheim??

elhughes @.trevorzegras @.turcotte_alex stop bickering and make it a groupchat already

liked by elhughes, lhughes_06, jamie.drysdale, 50.1k others

trevorzegras honorary hughes duties

5.2k comments

elhughes my ears are still ringing from karaoke (❤️ by creator)

trevorzegras mine too

turcotte_alex thanks for the support Z (❤️ by creator)

elhughes ok i see how it is

turcotte_alex ellie you wore a bruins jersey and cheered for them the whole game

elhughes bro its the thought that counts

user02 honorary hughes bc he's the fifth sibling... or bc they're dating... (❤️ by creator)

user02 @.trevorzegrad WHY?? DID YOU LIKE MY COMMENT??

user04 @.user02 insane take but ok

user02 @.user04 did you SEE their posts together this summer?

user03 aww they went to one of alex's games!!

user05 jack and jamie were there too! they all sat in my section, down by the glass

liked by lola_ohara, trevorzegras, _quinnhughes, 19.3k others

elhughes date night 💋

2.1k comments

jackhughes wyd out past your bedtime

elhughes ur insane

user01 el not liking his comment is so me. petty queen (❤️ by creator)

trevorzegras sick tats (❤️ by creator)

elhughes 🤭

_quinnhughes stop growing up nora (❤️ by creator)

elhughes aww quinny 🥹

lhughes_06 @.jackhughes @._quinnhughes remember when she would make us have tea parties (❤️ by creator)

andrea.m.lance my wife is cheating...

jackhughes how do i dislike a comment

user02 that is so clearly trev's tats im SICK

user03 he commented about that too

user04 i'm a trevellie truther (❤️ by andrea.m.lance)

like by elhughes, trevorzegras, jamie.drysdale, turcotte_alex, and 47.2k others

jackhughes LA-cation

9.8k comments

andrea.m.lance we really need to work on your captions babe (❤️ by creator)

andrea.m.lance and why wasn't i invited? (❤️ by creator)

jackhughes baby you're practicing for a comp 💔

elhughes thanks for visiting me 🫶 (❤️ by creator)

jackhughes any time els

user01 jack is trev dating your sister

user02 girl he doesn't wanna answer that leave him alone 😭

user01 bro i NEED to know

user03 @.user01 i think you need to respect their privacy

liked by trevorzegras, lola_ohara, jackhughes, 13.9k others

elhughes hollywood pitstop

3.1k comments

⚲ pinned jackhughes photo creds?? (❤️ by creator)

elhughes pics by my day one camera man

ladybruinshockey Welcome to Elliewood (❤️ by creator)

lola_ohara LA looks so good on you! (❤️ by creator)

andrea.m.lance i need to plan another girls trip with u soon (❤️ by creator)

elhughes agreed!!

trevorzegras i ❤️ ellie (❤️ by creator)

jackhughes 🤐

user01 how am i meant to be normal about this comment...

liked by elhughes, jamie.drysdale, lola_ohara, jackhughes, 62.3k others

trevorzegras Jack has some competiton for the title of favorite hughes

10.1k comments

elhughes love u to the moon and back 🌙💕 (❤️ by creator)

trevorzegras well i love you to the moon and back and back to the moon

lhughes_06 you two are sickening

elhughes @.lhughes_06 ok stay single and bitter then 🤷🏻‍♀️

jamie.drysdale congrats man (❤️ by creator)

jackhughes can't believe i'm being replaced by my little sister (❤️ by creator)

user01 jack and trev ex lovers confirmed??

user02 I KNEW IT

user03 imagine how quinn feels finding out he's gonna see a LOT more of trevor... (❤️ by creator)

liked by trevorzegras, _quinnhughes, lola_ohara, 26.5k others

elhughes is with @.trevorzegras 🤍

10.2k comments

elhughes and now for smth sappier than my caption...

elhughes i'll keep it short. i am so beyond lucky to call this sweet, silly, wonderful boy mine. my love for u is so big, can't wait to see where we go <3

jamie.drysdale trev cried reading this

elhughes AWWW

trevorzegras pretty girl ❤️ (❤️ by creator)

trevorzegras all mine (❤️ by creator)

elhughes all yours 💋

jackhughes @._quinnhughes is trev gonna be an exception to your "no dating hockey boys" rule or what?

_quinnhughes not sure yet

lhughes_06 i think you should put her in time out

user01 i love learning hughes sibling lore <333 (❤️ by creator)

user02 can't believe my husband is taken

elhughes @.jackhughes did you figure out how to dislike comments yet?

user03 CUTEST COUPLE EVER AWWWW (❤️ by creator)

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[gallaghersgal]

Mack + ❛ i want you to feel good. ❜ where he’s so pussy drunk

i went absolutely feral

"i want you to feel good" from this subtle smut list. part of my mini writing event, now closed!

macklin celebrini x f!reader, NSFW 18+. oral (f recieving), manhandling, praise for mack <333

the moment the both of you were in your apartment, macklin was all over you. large hands gripping your waist, shimmying your little crochet dress up your hips, the one you'd spent hours making by hand. you wore it out for dinner with some friends, and then to your boyfriend's game.

from the second mack spotted you at the glass, he'd been sneaking glances at you all night. of course, he wouldn't waste a single fucking minute once he got you alone.

he all but throws you down on the bed, shoving the dress up your body until you're left in nothing but a pair of black lace panties. "been driving me crazy all night," he tells you, sincerity coating his features. green eyes stare into your own, his tongue darting out to wet his lower lip before he smiles. "can't fucking stand you, y'know that?"

"hm, i think you love me," you tease back, fingers tangling in his hair as he bites at your stomach. he slides your panties to the side and before you can register it he's sunk two thick fingers inside you. "mack, o-oh shit!"

you feel his grin more than see it, then his tongue is flicking over your sensitive clit so quickly you see stars. "mmph—fuck!—baby, oh my god."

"yeah?" he coos against your pussy, pulling back momentarily to tug your panties down your hips. with his thumb still circling your clit and his mouth tasting of your arousal, mack leans in to kiss you. he manages your bra off, teeth scraping over the swell of your breast as he drags himself back down your body.

he's still in that damn suit. no tie, collar loose and buttons undone, and he looks better than he ever has, you think. macklin's pupils are blown wide, his lashes fluttering against his sweet pink cheeks when he settles his mouth on your cunt again. one broad lick, then he's two fingers deep and sucking on your clit all messy and needy.

"want—ah!—i want you to feel good," he whines, and you push a few messy, brown strands back from his forehead.

"s'good, mack," you assure him, watching the way he pants for a moment, cheek resting on your thigh. "feels so fucking good."

"good," mack mumbles with a sheepish smile. he presses one hot, open-mouthed kiss to your thigh before he's at it again.

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[gallaghersgal]

this is the first of many mags 😁

❛ don’t mind me. just enjoying the view. ❜ + sway where reader is lowkey turned on by his little water routine/him outting his jersey in mouth or wtv

SWAYBAEEEEE

"don’t mind me. just enjoying the view." from this subtle smut list. part of my mini writing event, now closed!

jeremy swayman x reader, rated t. jeremy being a menace, he knows what he's doing fr. i need that goalie real bad AMEN 🙏🏻

glass seats at a bruins game, all thanks to your lovely boyfriend. he'd asked if you'd rather sit by the goal or the bench, you chose the latter for a better view of the ice. definitely not because you'd recently seen a fan's video of his little pregame routine.

so you wanted your boyfriend to wink at you with that stupid sexy smile. who could blame you?

you feel giddy—like a schoolgirl with a brand new crush as opposed to someone in a steady relationship—as he skates from the goal back to the bench after warmups.

jeremy takes the bottle and throws a little wave in your direction as he lifts his helmet up. your eyes follow him ask he takes his jersey between his teeth, lets go, then sprays water in his mouth. something about his expression has you moving in your seat, squeezing your thighs together for a hint of relief to the sudden warmth you feel.

he goes on, looking in the opposite direction and scanning the crowd. then his head turns in your direction. he searches the crowd around you, no doubt making sure his skills are on point, then his eyes meet yours. and he winks.

you giggle, blushing at his simple gesture. after handing the water bottle off to a teammate he skates your way, handling a puck on the end of his stick.

jeremy raises an eyebrow at you, noting the way your eyes scan over his body.

"don't mind me, just enjoying the view," you mouth with a teasing smile.

with another wink he tosses the puck up and over the glass, where it lands safely in your hands. you can't help but laugh, you have tons of these at home, no reason for him to toss you another. but you hold on to it like it's precious. this one will go on display on your mantle, you think.

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[gallaghersgal]

Stolen kisses with Alex Turcotte 🥰 he’s such a stolen kisses kind of guy

frat!alex anyone???

[ stolen ] a quick, stealthy, and impromptu kiss snatched in secret from these kiss prompts. part of my mini writing event, now closed!

alex turcotte x f!reader, rated t. drinking & partying, fluff!

the parties that alex's frat throws are always your vibe. you love the loud music, with catchy tunes and bass rhythms that pump through your body. you love to dance, love to clamber up on the elevated platforms by the wall, tall enough to scout for alex and blow him a kiss. and you especially love to beat your friends at beer pong, even after taking way more shots than them.

that's where you are now, empty punch cup in hand as you land the ball perfectly one of the red solo cups at the other end if the table. you flip your hair, sticking out your tongue and flashing the middle finger at the cocky frat boys you're playing against.

you go to take a sip of your drink, downing the mere drops remaining with a little frown. it would take too long to run for a refill, and you're about to school these assholes at their own game. so you sit the empty cup aside, adjust the straps of your halter top, and aim to throw again.

a few rounds later you're down to just two cups to land, while the boys still have five. you give your partner a teasing push as she misses her throw, giving the boys their turn.

then suddenly there's an arm around your waist, and a fresh seltzer can pressed against your palm. "mm, y'winning?" alex mumbles in your ear, voice low slightly slurred.

you nod in response, pointing over to the few remaining cups before looking back at alex's proud grin. "tha's my girl. kill 'em, baby," he tells you, stealing a quick kiss before he leaves you with a playful pat on your ass.

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[gallaghersgal]

OKAY LAST ONE I SWEAR!! can i pls req a wake up kiss w/ cale makar?

he's so pookie pie :))

[ wake up ] a loving kiss to wake the partner up. from these kiss prompts. part of my mini writing event, now closed!

cale makar x reader, rated g. all fluff! cale birthday post (idk when his bday is but roll w it)

with steady hands you carry your small, homemade birthday cake into the bedroom. cale is still sleeping, soft snores escaping him, his hair messy against the pillow. you balance the plate in one hand, lean down to his face and whisper, "happy birthday."

your lips brush his cheek, then the bridge of his nose, before you finally kiss him properly. cale stirs, his eyes fluttering as a low, sleepy grunt bubbles up from his chest.

you pull back when he opens his eyes, presenting the cake to your boyfriend. he sits up, one hand grasping weakly at your hip to pull you closer. you go easily, sink onto the bed, and hold out the plate.

"aw, babe," he says, soft, still groggy from sleep as he rubs his eyes. "you didn't have to-"

you cut him off, carefully taking a forkful of the cake and guiding it into his open mouth. he can't hide the bliss on his face, the smile he cracks upon tasting soft vanilla cake, rich buttercream, and fresh strawberries.

"good, isn't it," you remark, matching his smile.

cale nods, his fingers stealing the fork from your grip to give you a taste of the treat you worked so hard on.

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[gallaghersgal]

“I’ve never done something like this before” with Carlos sainz??? Maybe reader is total homebody or like doesn’t party but her bf broke up with her because she was too “boring” so she goes on a trip with some “friends” and she runs into a fresh winning smooth operator and so on tee hee

SMOOOOTTTHHH OPERATOORRR

“I’ve never done something like this before” from this subtle smut list. part of my mini writing event, now closed!

carlos sainz x f!reader, rated t. drinking, suggestive but no smut!

you're not sure how you ended up in a london club. not sure how many drinks you've had, and not sure if you want another or want to go home. but a handsome man is buying for you, his fingers clutching your hip a little possessively like he's laying claim over you. making sure no other man tries to make a move, to take you from him.

you're here because of your stupid boyfriend. or, ex-boyfriend now. a manipulative, lying cheater who wasted six months of your time. your friends had dragged you away from home, pooling their money to book an extra room on their trip to london. and of course, they'd convinced you to go out with them.

your friends were dancing, you'd spent some time with them, but you preferred to sit at the bar, resting your feet and chatting with whoever sat near you. that's how you'd met him.

carlos sainz. you've heard of him, a racing driver from your native spain. but you never followed the sport. and you'd never known how gorgeous he is. long, full lashes surround deep brown eyes, the kind that stare at you with something between warmth and need. his nose and jaw are strong, his face striking enough to remain in your memory for a long time to come.

somewhere between deciding on a drink or an uber, he's kissing you. you let it happen, fingers clutching the soft hair at the nape of his neck. he smells like expensive spanish cologne, the kind your grandfather saved for special occasions. it's nostalgic. it's intoxicating.

the nerves you normally face have melted away in his presence. maybe it's carlos, or maybe it's the liquor that's burned your throat all night. but you know yourself, know your tolerance, and know what you want from him.

"i've never done something like this before," you murmur against his ear, fingers brushing over his muscled thigh. "but. do you want to come back to my hotel room?"

carlos grins at you, "no, no. you come back to mine," he counters. "bigger bed, and better room service."

all you can do is nod along, standing and taking his hand as he guides you toward the door.

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[gallaghersgal]

❛ you look like you were jealous. ❜+ a deep, slow, and deliberately intense kiss filled with passion and desire with Sid and younger reader where maybe one of the young guys was checking her out

sonia ur mind... ily girl

"you look like you were jealous." + [ seductive ] a deep, slow, and deliberately intense kiss filled with passion and desire from these prompt lists (i, ii), part of my mini writing event, now closed!

sidney crosby x f!reader, rated t. posessive sid :)))

you’re minding your own business, sipping a cocktail and chatting with one of your friends, when a pair of large hands land on your waist. “hey,” sid mumbles, low and plain. he turns you to face him, one hand pinching your chin between his thumb and forefinger. 

you aren’t aware of it, but the college guy to your left has been eyeing your ass for a solid ten minutes now. he's younger, closer to your age. he probably thinks he could fuck you properly. little does he know how good you already have it.

sidney needs to show him you’re taken, to show him that you’re his and his alone. he makes sure you’re angled so the asshole can see exactly how he kisses you. slow, deep, passionate. your cheeks heat up, fingers clutching at his shirt as his tongue smooths over your lower lip. you let him slide his tongue into your mouth, unable to stop the whine that escapes you at the action. 

sid glances to the side when he finally pulls away, letting out an amused huff at the boy’s absence. he must’ve slipped away during the kiss.

your boyfriend’s amusement clues you in to what’s really happening. “you look like you were jealous,” you tease, reaching up to wipe a smudge of your pink gloss from below his lip. 

he shrugs, arms circling your waist again as you turn back towards the bar and your drink. “not jealous, just marking my territory.”

you snort at that, “you’re insane,” you chirp.

“hm, but you love me don’t you?” sid asks, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. 

“mmhm,” you respond, grinning as his lips find yours again. 

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[gallaghersgal]

'you better watch your fucking mouth.' with ❜#43 quinn hughes please!!! Also love your fics!! <3

if i stop posting it's cause this req killed me

"you better watch your fucking mouth" from this subtle smut list. part of my mini writing event!

quinn hughes x f!reader, NSFW 18+. explicit content, rough p in v, slapping, spanking, degredation... brat tamer Q >:)

you have a knack for pushing quinn's buttons. you love to get him riled up, pull the darker side out of him. you never mind the roughness, the morning after ache a pleasant one, knowing you'd been taken care of. more importantly, that you'd taken care of him.

that's how he's fucking you now, bruising grip on your hips as he hammers into you from below. "fuck, so tight, you like that angel, hm?" he asks, a coy smirk playing at his lips. he stays quiet for a moment—except for his soft grunts and ragged breathing—then continues, "can you take it? or is it too much for your pretty little pussy?"

"that-ah!-that all you got?" you ask, shaky voice and punched-out moans doing little to hide the way you're falling apart. "think you could stand to fuck me harder," you tease, pretending to be bored as you sit up straighter, stretching out.

the result is quinn's hips slamming to a stop inside you, followed by a sharp smack to your face. you whine, squirming on his thick cock, the tip nudging that spongy spot that always makes you whimper. his large hand grips your jaw, bringing you in close.

"you better watch your fucking mouth," he growls, dark eyes staring you down.

you feel small under his gaze, still squirming as he rolls his hips gently into you. it's all a ruse, lulling you into a false sense of security, and just as your eyes slip closed he slaps your ass hard.

a startled yelp pulls from your throat, strong hands gripping you by your hips to lift you fully off him. you can't help the wrecked sob that escapes your lips, feeling so fucking empty at the loss of him. it only spurs quinn on.

"hands and knees," he commands, moving to the side so there's room for you at the center of the bed. "c'mon, you know how i want you. be a good girl, i don't like this little brat you're pretending to be."

you sigh and whine in protest, but eventually, you position yourself in the way he wants. quinn moves behind you, grabbing handfuls of your ass and pressing gentle kisses to your lower back. it isn't long before he's lining back up, pressing into your needy cunty in one long, rough stroke.

you lurch forward at the force of his pace, babbling "q-quinn, fuck! fuckfuckfuck, right there!"

"that's what i thought," he grumbles, yanking you up by your hair. "but you're not getting off that easy, sweetheart. think i still need to fuck that attitude out of you."

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[gallaghersgal]

hello :) can i please request a celebration kiss with jason robertson?

hiii lovely anon mwah mwah i love u and i love robo

[ celebration ] a joyful and exuberant kiss to celebrate an achievement or milestone, from these kiss prompts. part of my mini writing event, now closed!

jasob robertson x f!reader, rated g. fluff!! reader is graduating college :))

“j, over here!” you shout, heels clacking on the pavement as you hurry towards him. 

your sister takes out her phone to record the moment, jason knocking the graduation cap clean off your head when he lifts you up, twirling you around. his loud, joyful laughter rings in your ears as he manages, “i’m so proud of you baby! look at you, college graduate.”

you giggle as he sits you back down. “now i’m almost as cool as my nhl boyfriend,” you tease, your arms still wrapped around his middle. 

“way cooler,” jason corrects, his lips brushing your forehead as he speaks. your boyfriend finally begins to detangle himself, and reluctantly you pull away. “got you flowers,” he says with a cheeky grin. 

your mother hands him the bouquet, white roses. you’d mentioned them briefly, on the phone a few weeks ago, when the season was still in swing. your heart swells at the fact he remembered. 

jason bends down, grabbing your cap off the ground to place it back on your head. he cradles you there, pressing the flowers into your hands before he kisses you soundly. 

a gentle sigh escapes your mouth, fingers clutching at the fabric of his crisp black shirt. his lips press to yours insistently, not wanting, but giving. showing you his love, his pride, all he feels for you in a simple kiss.

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[gallaghersgal]

“don’t you know what you’re doing to me?” with connor bernard please? 💕

oh hey so i went very much feral. combined with this ask!

"don't you know what you're doing to me?" + "you look good like this" from this subtle smut list. part of my mini writing event, now closed!

connor bedard x f!reader, NSFW 18+. no explicit sex but like. sexy photos and plenty of sex talk. also slapping. and bondage.

“mm, you look good like this,” connor murmurs, his hands pulling away from the silk ropes keeping you tied to the headboard. your body is stretched out for him, thigh-high stockings covering the expanse of your legs, and his jersey thrown over your chest. “spread for me?”

you flush in embarrassment but do as you’re told, displaying the wet patch at the center of your cotton panties to him. 

“fuck, don’t you know what you’re doing to me baby?” he asks, voice strained. he holds up that stupid pink polaroid camera your little sister gifted him, aiming the lens at your pretty pussy. he gets up close and personal, placing his hand possessively on your inner thigh. 

“con,” you whine, turning your face to the side as he snaps a picture. “come on, do you have to do this?” you ask him, already tired of the lack of direct attention you’re getting. 

“mmhm, totally necessary babe,” he responds, crawling up the bed to push his thumb between your lips. flash. 

before you know what’s happening, he slaps you across the face, taking a picture of your reaction. you whine, the sting sending waves of pleasure down your spine and into your core. “good, good girl. that’s it,” he murmurs, cupping your cheek and kissing you sweetly while the photos sit to the side to develop. 

there’s more innocent ones somewhere. a picture of you on a picnic date, one of the two of you kissing, one of connor and your cat. but this kind of photo has been his favorite to take. he’s gone through loads of film, taking pictures of your swollen lips, the bruises on your chest and neck, your bare back and messy hair, all of it.

you can’t even touch him, but you can kiss back with the kind of passion you know makes your boyfriend weak in the knees. you suck his tongue into your mouth, hips bucking against his own in a desperate attempt to make him give in.

but of course, connor pulls away. his fingers toy with the waistband of your panties, finally slipping them down, and still not touching you. the flash goes off again, and you know you’re in for a long night.

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[gallaghersgal]

i would like to request [ nape ] a kiss placed at the nape of the partner's neck with one of the most beautiful men to ever exist mitch marner 🙂‍↕️

KATEEEE pls i love him so bad he's precious

[ nape ] a kiss placed at the nape of the partner's neck from these kiss prompts. part of my mini writing event!

mitch marner x f!reader, rated g. fluff!!! wag life, social anxiety mentions, some negative thoughts, but mitchy being cute :))

your entire body is filled with anticipation as you walk into the arena, earlier than you'd ever been for one of mitch's games. normally you sit somewhere in the crowd, just a regular ticket. sometimes it's last-minute nosebleeds just because you were bored, other times it's glass seats that allow you to keep your eyes on your boyfriend the entire time.

but today you're attending a pregame valentine's social for players' wives and girlfriends. both teams were extended the invitation, and you know there will be a good number of women there, ones you've never met.

mitch pauses just before the entrance, as if sensing your anxiety, and squeezes your hand gently. "do you want me to walk you up there?" he asks softly.

heat creeps up your neck, flooding your cheeks in embarrassment. was it that clear? was the anxiety sketched across your features, clouding your posture and signaling your inner struggle? you bite your lip, unsure how to respond.

"hey, look at me," mitch says, tugging your hand until you turn your full attention to him. you're fidgeting, nervous about the names you'll need to remember, the conversations you'll need to make. but it all melts just a little when he looks at you with those sweet blue eyes. "i'll walk you up there, okay?

"okay," you say, nodding. he doesn't let go of your hand, keeping you close as he explains the to the security guard, and leads you to the elevator.

the elevator door slides closed, and mitch places his hands around your waist. he pulls your back to his chest, ducks down so his lips brush the shell fo your ear, and murmurs, "you're gonna do great, baby. they're gonna love you. promise."

you take a deep breath in, letting it out as a sigh and feeling your body relax into his warm embrace. mitch places one sweet kiss on the nape of your neck before the doors open, soft sounds of conversation and music meeting your ears.

your boyfriend keeps your hand in his own, still by your side over the few short feet to the lounge. another woman around your age comes from the opposite direction, a smile on her face.

"i love your shoes!" the girl says, her eyes falling to your vintage blue and white nike's. "i'm amelia! my husband plays for the predators."

you smile, introducing yourself in turn, and complimenting her long yellow skirt. before you know it you're at the door, glancing back at mitch for one last bit of reassurance.

he squeezes your hand again, tugging you close to press a sweet kiss to your lips. you feel your body relax when he pulls away, waves of confidence beginning to crest in your chest after the small interaction with amelia. mitch is right, you've got this.

"go get 'em," he whispers in your ear, swatting your ass playfully as you follow a talkative amelia inside room.

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[gallaghersgal]

Wake up kiss prompt with cl16 the morning after 2024 Monaco and it’s just a really sweet and soft morning

DAISY !!! this is wonderful mwah im kissing ur brain

[ wake up ] a loving kiss to wake the partner up from these kiss prompts. part of my mini writing event!

charles leclerc x reader, rated g. all fluff! throwaway mention of sexual activity,

“good morning amour,” charles murmurs, the sun kissing his smooth chest. his eyes are still closed, basking in the morning light. bruises litter his neck, evidence of your needy lips on his skin just last night.

neither of you can believe that it’s real.

you’re waking up in his apartment, at home in monaco, and for the first time, you aren’t disappointed. yesterday’s race doesnt linger on your minds, weighing you down. instead, the memory excites you. 

you roll on your side, scooting your body closer to charles, tracing your hand over his warm chest. you lean in to kiss him, lips gentle against his own, slightly parted. you pull away, admiring his eyes as they flutter open finally. you kiss his nose, then his cheekbone, then his lips again. 

charles smiles against you, his arms wrapping around your body to scoop you on top of him. “how should we celebrate today, hm? whatever you’d like,” he tells you, leaning up just slightly to kiss your jaw.

“charles,” you scold. “we’re donig whatever you want, and don’t try to argue with me.” you place your finger over his lips, watching his annoyed pout melt back into a smile.

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[gallaghersgal]

Can I request scars of the kissing prompt with William eklund

hi lovely, ofc!! ekky <333

[ scars ] a gentle kiss on the partner's scar(s) from these kiss prompts. part of my mini writing event!

william eklund x fem!reader, rated t. tw for scar talk, but nothing s/h related (surgery & childhood bike accident), soft ekky cause i couldn't imagine him any other way, implied sexual contend & some clothed touching, google translated swedish (sorry). also ekks is a boob guy lol

"how'd you get this one?" you ask in a whisper, tracing over a scar on his shoulder. it's an old one, faded with time, but you still feel the ridge of skin beneath your fingertips.

william lays next to you, the expanse of his body stretched lazily across the mattress. sheets gather around your hips, you're wearing nothing but a loose tee while your boyfriend remains bare from your previous activities.

he just smiles sheepishly, eyes wandering as if he's searching for the words. his accent curls around the syllables as he tells you, "i had to have surgery, when i was fourteen."

you trace the line again, leaning closer to him. your lips follow the line traced by your fingers, covering the scar with gentle kisses. william's sigh falls soft on your ears, his chest rising slightly before deflating, body melting into the bed.

you only pull back once you're satisfied with the kisses you've given him, fingers splaying over his bare stomach. "vacker," he murmurs, voice laced with awe, but you can't stop the giggle that escapes your lips.

"what's it mean?" you ask, tilt your head in curiosity, and go willingly when william pulls you on top of him. "eks," you whine, "c'mon, tell me."

"it means," he murmurs, large hands moving up to cup your breasts through thin, cotton fabric. "beautiful," he explains, voice coming out quiet and breathy. blue eyes stare up in reverence, like he's memorizing your features, like he can't stand to look away. "vacker tjej, beautiful girl. what you are."

god, you get so lost in him.

staring down, watching his eyelashes splay across his soft cheek as he blinks, noting the way his hair's getting long, curling a bit too much at the ends. you cup his jaw, thumb over his lips, then lean down to kiss him.

william's lips travel to your chin, pressing to the white, raised scar there. "and you?" he asks, all warm and curious. "what's the story?"

you sigh, your face still smushed a bit awkwardly against the side of his own. but his kisses keep you there, your brain remembering the pain and sending small, tingling sparks beneath his lips.

"i was six, first time on my bike without training wheels. hit a fallen branch and ate shit on the gravel." you chew at your bottom lip, finally pulling back as he laughs softly as your story.

noticing the glare you give him, william shakes his head. "sorry, i'm sorry," he manages, stifling giggles.

"you're the worst, y'know?" you tease him, crossing your arms over your chest. he pouts like a child who's lost their favorite toy, but you don't give in. "i hated that scar all through school, thought it ruined all my pictures."

"my love," he whines, really, whines, like he can't believe you'd even think that. "i like it, it makes your face special."

"oh, thanks a lot," you bite back, but your resolve is crumbling and a smile is fighting to break through your upset look.

he takes your hands, untangling them from your body, then he tugs you down against him. "vacker, every bit of you. beautiful."

you can't protest anymore, melting into his warm embrace.

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