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₊  ֹ  ˖  DEAN’S BIGGEST WEAKNESS IS YOU TUGGING ONTO HIS CHAIN ᱺㅤㅤ   ୨౿ 

dean likes being told what to do by his girl. getting bossed around. getting lectures. getting walked around like a dog.

he just can’t help it. It’s a tiny, teeny secret kink of his that he’s buried deep in his heart and never admits to anyone. not even to you.

perhaps he’s a little embarrassed in this matter? (so unlike him)

but with the way he’s so goddamn compliant around you all the time, answering 99.8% of all your requests and wishes with a simple “yes ma’am,” it gives it all away.

his roommates who lived with him for years and have gotten the opportunity to witness this every day called him things that pretty much consisted of “a whipped motherfucker” or “a goddamn rubber that bends his ass out with a simple push” and much more.

but dean didn’t mind that though. he just thought they were too single and bitter to get it.

so it was no surprise that you finally open your eyes properly and discover this secret little kink too when he was on top of you, his cock buried inside you to the hilt while you moan and writhe beneath him, begging him to move. begging him to stop with the pity pecks and kiss you properly like he always does. messy and all tongue.

and him being the teasing asshole he is just grins while shaking his head as if to punish you.

which leaves you no choice but to latch your teeth into his silver chain he has on all the time, pulling it harshly which brings his head closer to yours, and grab the nape of his neck, kissing him while arching your back, squirming underneath him anything just to get him to move.

“fuck,” he abruptly stops and slumps on top of you, his head buried into your chest. just as you’re about to ask what’s wrong, you feel the warm sticky liquid slowly running down your thighs.

as if he knows you too well and knows you’re about to tease the shit out of him, he whines out a “don’t. I’ll make it up to you all night long, baby please.”

fine. you would just have to bring it up against him during an argument.

“get to work, di laurentis.”

“yes ma’am”

₊  ֹ  ˖ WHAT ITS LIKE LIVING WITH BF!GARRETT ᱺㅤㅤ   ୨౿ 

this man knows that you find his body attractive, so clothes absolutely do not exist in his vocabulary. he’s walking around in his boxers, whoring himself out. if you’re busy doing work around the apartment or studying, he’ll be walking right in front of your face, and you just can’t help but abandon everything and jump his bones. same thing goes for you: he loves it when you walk around in his shirts and nothing else. this is more his preference because we all know he’s possessive as fuck, and seeing you strut around in his shit turns him on big time. it’s one of the reasons he wanted you to leave your dorm and move in with him during your last year after he graduated.

everything is a date to him. grocery shopping? he’s tagging along, pushing the cart, being so goddamn touchy and clingy, making sure to get all your favorites, and then getting you both treats afterwards. browsing bookstores? he’s there with your favorite coffee in hand, pointing out diabolical book titles to crack you up. having to go clothing shopping for himself for an event? he’s forcing you to come along while he tries on stuff, making you compliment him because, again, he’s a whore for your attention. going to the gym? he’s tagging along with his hand on your waist, forcing himself into your orbit. you have to shoo him away every single time to make him do his own thing, because best believe he’ll stand there the whole time and and ogle you. doing laundry? he’s helping, and surprise it’s a date! finally, he’s spent enough time living with tuck to know how to cook, so he’ll be in charge of the cooking, but he’ll absolutely make sure you’re always there with him, distracting him, clinging onto his naked back while he stirs stuff.

he loves leaving cute little notes around the apartment for you to find, and it makes you smile every single time. he does this a lot if he’s gone for a game, so he’ll leave little messages around. garrett’s the type of boyfriend to get worried when you’re stressing yourself out with school, so some nights when he comes home late from a game and sees you in the living room, head bent over work, lights all low, he just quietly leaves his bags near the door and, without a word, lays down on the couch, pulling you into his chest, holding you down while you squirm against him. he’ll turns his ear deaf to your complaints about needing to finish work, and at some point you’ll give up and lay on his chest, quietly listening to his breathing pattern as you fall asleep there, and you can feel his lips on your temple the whole time.

know that your ass is not safe around this man. if you’re both moving around in the kitchen making dinner or cleaning, that little cloth on his shoulder is being used to swat your ass every single time you’re within reach. and when you whip your head to glare at him, he’ll give you a sweet kiss and you have no choice but to forgive him. in a rush getting ready for an event and you’re all pissy because you both might be late? he’s slapping your ass just to aggravate you further. he can’t help it; his girl looks so hot when she’s all mad and has her claws out at him.

speaking of claws, garrett fucking loves it when you claw up his back when he’s fucking you. he’ll proudly show it off in the locker room too, gets real smug (with a little flush creeping onto his neck) when the guys around him hoot and holler. he also loves it when you leave hickeys all over him. he doesn’t care if it makes him look like a fuckboy; he proudly wants to tell people how possessive his girl is. how taken he is. oh, and if you’re kissing him with your lip combo and it’s all over his face and mouth, he’s not wiping that shit off no matter how much you insist.

₊  ֹ  ˖  BF!GARRETT ABSOLUTELY LOVES SEEING HIS JERSEY ON HIS GIRL ﹙ even if he’s mad at her ﹚ ᱺㅤㅤ   ୨౿ 

there were three things in the world that got garrett going the most. first was hockey. second was when you put him in his place. third was discovered recently.

a newfound interest: you in his jersey.

he’s had lots of girls wear his color and number in the stands, cheering for him during games, but he’s never ever had an actual girlfriend put one on.

until you.

in his eyes, it’s basically like walking around in lingerie, so what happens when you put the said jersey on, that’s reaching your knees almost, as a trump card when you’re both fighting?

tonight was supposed to be a get together between you and allie and the guys, a movie night she and dean insisted on to get some quality time.

and you were excited for it; you’d be lying if the idea of cuddling up with garrett throughout the night didn’t get you all warm and fuzzy.

but the asshole just had to ruin it by starting an argument (he started and you dragged it out for no reason but we’ll just ignore this bit) this morning over something stupid you don’t even remember.

you didn’t talk for the whole day because, well, you’re both stubborn as hell; neither of you was willing to be the first one to apologize.

so hence you pulling the card on him, strutting into the living room where everyone’s sprawled on the couch, logan and grace—the only ones on the floor because it “keeps them grounded”—logan’s philosophical bullshit.

garrett’s eyes heat up, a warm feeling spreading all over his body as he tracks your movement. just as he thinks, for the sake of his friends, you’ll sit next to him, you go right next to allie instead, separating her from a very much annoyed dean and cuddling up with her the whole time, glaring at garrett.

he glares right back.

for fuck’s sake, he can see your black panties from where he’s sitting. he’s glad tuck and dean are closer to you so they don’t get the view.

graham <3 : that an invitation?

he’s still eyeing up your legs as he pulls out his phone, sending you a quick text. you know damn well what he mean. overall you were the one to put them on. his favorite pair on you.

you: get fucked <3

you answer right back.

graham <3 : i admire the enthusiasm. should we go to my room to follow through?

you: boringggg

from all the time that you’ve been with him you damn well sex is never boring with him, but you text back anyways , annoyed at him and his dirty mouth that always paints your cheeks red and your panties a little too wet, you make a show of putting your phone away, further pissing him off.

but he knows he can't stay mad for long when he has you bent over his bed later, while your shake and writhe with his name on your back as he fucks you so good you can't remember what you were even fighting about.