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angelelliee · 2 years

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He briefly thinks about pulling you into the locker room showers and just going for it, but it's too much of a risk, too many people could walk in, and those noises are for his ears only.

He thinks about pulling over on the ride home, but wants more room for all of the things he has planned. He does try and rub you through your jeans, "Auston, if you want me to undo my jeans, literally just tell me."

He has a death grip on you when you walk into the apartment building, he presses your ass against him in the elevator, and when you reach around and run your hands up and down his thighs, you can feel the frustration in his erection.

He knows, realistically, that he should take Felix out when he gets home, so the dog doesn't cockblock him for most of the night. But with the way you've been talking, he might not last that long. Regardless, he does take Felix out, which gives you just enough time to be perched on the bed in his jersey and lace in his favorite color by the time he comes back.

The sight has his eyes rolling in the back of his head. He gives you a hand motion for you to flip over, you comply almost too quickly and he lets out a chuckle. It's silent, he's running a hand over your ass and thighs, leaning down to press light kisses along your skin, "there are so many things I could do to you right now."

You smile, and press your ass against his thighs, earning a hard spank in reward. He decides he wants you to keep the jersey on for a bit, so he grabs you and flips you over on your back. He runs a hand up your leg to put your ankle by his face. He's kissing down your leg, from your ankle to your thigh, making dead eye contact with you. He makes it in between your thighs, slips a finger underneath your panties, and moves them out of the way, "You're so wet, princess."

You nod in acknowledgment, "who made you this wet, baby?"

"You."

"Ah, you gotta be more specific than that, one more time, who made you this wet?"

And you can feel his breath on your clit, it damn-near has you squirming, "you, daddy."

"Good girl, how bad do you want me, baby" He takes his time running hands up and down your thighs, kissing almost where you need him.

"Auston, please don't tease."

And he chuckles, low in his chest, sending vibrations through you, "how bad do you want me?"

"God, so bad, please just fuck me."

"Come on pretty girl, you can beg better than that"

And you DO, you're begging to daddy to fuck you, you're begging daddy to make you cum, you're begging daddy to spend his night with your thighs over his shoulders, with his baby under him, screaming out his name, "for the whole fucking neighborhood to hear."

"Thats my good girl, so good for daddy," and when his lips make contact with your clit, it's otherworldly. He's eating you out like he's not gonna wake up tomorrow, you're grabbing onto his hair, moaning his name, crushing his head between your thighs. You cum a good handful of times before he even thinks about taking his clothes off

-💍

BITCHABRNKJWN LISTEN "Ah, you gotta be more specific than that, one more time, who made you this wet?" FUCING WHAT IC ANT

#auston matthews smut #✨💍 my beloved✨#🐰emmy answers🐰

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heavenzscent · 7 months

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hey! 🦋☕️✨🐰

Hi 🤗

🦋- I thought about this and I thought up a lot of words and I after some thought I came to this very obvious answer that basically applies to most people.

A walking contradiction

☕️- Tea. I have PCOS and an anxious stomach so coffee isn’t the best for either. I typically drink:

Cinnamon

Mint

Peppermint

Chamomile

Green tea

✨- my names Emma so that’s already short. I had the name before it got popular so it’s kind of different enough. But people call me Em and Emmy sometimes. Mostly just Em.

🐰- I talked about this before but since I answered it with a negative connotation on what people do that makes me annoyed or dislike them I want to answer it properly.

I think what says most about people is how they consistently treat others who are “below them” such as less money or status. I like people who attempt and try their best to be fair and work through personal bias.

#thanks for the ask #💖💖

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i-aint-been-walkin-so-good · 9 months

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Is all of them the wrong thing to say for the ask game :p

No, that's fine! Putting it under a cut because it's going to get very long lol

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?

Something I made in Canva. It's a pink and purple sunset with "Seize the day" written in a fancy font going from top to bottom. The words are a bit of a gradient from light gray to almost black from top to bottom

🍫 Cheese or chocolate?

Cheese. I...do not like chocolate very much lmao

✨ Do you have any nicknames?

I'm going to say Emmy because that is not my actual name at all

🎵 Last song you listened to?

"A Long Ride Ahead" by Michael Giacchino (it's from Rogue One)

✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction?

No, but I am strongly considering it

😏 Are you on discord?

Yep! If anybody wants my username or whatever it's called they can always DM me

💛 Do you have any piercings?

I got my ears pierced in middle school but I haven't been wearing earrings lately lol

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?

Answered here

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

Oooh, I don't know...maybe a snickerdoodle or a sugar cookie?

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

Cat

🎧 Headphones or earbuds?

Answered here

🌼 What’s the last thing you said out loud?

"No, thank you"

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?

I cannot think of anything off the top of my head

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl?

Definitely night owl

🧸 Favorite place to nap?

My bed

🏳️‍🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community?

Yep! Aroace and agender

🦋 Describe yourself in three words.

Anxious, caring, silly

👖 Jeans or sweatpants?

Sweatpants

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order?

I don't go to Starbucks often enough to have a go-to order

🧡 A color you can’t stand?

Yellow or orange

💎 What’s your most prized possession?

My copy of The Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe. It's so pretty

☕ Coffee or tea?

I don't like either

🦖 Favorite extinct animal?

I actually don't think I have one

🌙 How long have you been on tumblr?

2 or 3 years, I think

🌴 Desert island item?

My Edgar Allan Poe book; it would definitely keep me busy

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

Answered here

🔮 What’s your dream job?

Librarian

💙 Relationship status?

Single

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.

It's a long-sleeved shirt with thick horizontal medium-grey stripes and thin horizontal white stripes, and then my usual black shorts, black knee socks, leg braces, and tennis shoes

🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to?

I know all the lyrics to quite a few songs

🤎 What color is your hair?

Brown

💌 Do you talk to yourself?

Occasionally

💄 Do you wear makeup?

Nope

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

Someone told me that my laugh was amazing

💞 @ your favorite blog.

I am weird about @ing people so

riding-palominos-every-day/whistlingstarlight

gleelover1

piedoesnotequalpi

alolaartista

expert-fisherman

noxexistant

and many other people I cannot think of atm

#thanks for the ask anon!#emmy's inbox #emmy's random bs

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angelelliee · 1 year

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I'm adding to this

"Missed having you like this, pretty girl."

"You're so wet for me, baby, did you miss daddy's tongue?"

"Come on, sweetheart, tell daddy you missed his tongue. Tell daddy how much you like when he eats your sweet little pussy. Tell daddy how good his fingers feel in your tight cunt."

"That's it, sweetheart, cum for daddy."

You sit up after the first one and he forces you back down, "Uh uh, I never said I was done."

And when you whine out a little, "I never said I was doing this for you."

"Coat my fucking tongue, princess, wanna taste you. You can give me a few more, can't you?"

-💍

You just know he likes to hold your ass and pull you up so your hips are off the bed and he can get his tongue deeper-

#✨💍 my beloved✨#🐰emmy answers🐰#auston matthews smut

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angelelliee · 1 year

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You know how NHL teams will send their players to do random shit, basically just to embarrassing them for laughs?

The Buffalo Sabres learning how to use pottery wheels.

"Y/N, can you take that 4pm class?"

"The one who asked if they could film?" You turn to your boss, Steve, who nods his head, "how many?"

"5, I think, beginner class."

"Thats fine, I'll take 'em, let me finish up this project."

10 minutes later, as you're taking the intricate vase off the wheel, a man walks in, "hi sir, how are you?"

"I'm good, how are you?"

"I'm doing great, thank you! I'm going to take a gamble and say you're the representative from my 4pm beginner class?"

"Yes, ma'am, we're filming for the Buffalo Sabres. It should already be paid for."

"Alright, give me one second I'll get you checked in," you set the vase down on the front counter, wiping your hands off on a rag hanging on a drawer handle. You pull up the class times, "What's your name, honey?"

"It should be under Scott Balzer" (he's the videographer for the team, per nhl.com)

"Gotcha. Ah, is this- yes, there's 5 people plus crew?" He nods, "awesome, so we're gonna be in the first room on the left hand side, just to give you guys more privacy and so you're not privy to all of the hot gossip that happens around this place. I'm gonna go set you up, you can start moving all of your stuff in."

He thanks you again before turning around and disappearing out of the door. You wrap the vase and set it down with the rest of your Works in Progresses. You can see them moving camera equipment and people in and out of the room while you gather tools and water buckets.

There's 5 men standing in a huddle off to the side, who take silent directions from you when you set up their stations.

At 4pm on the dot, you sit down for class, scootching your way around the crowded room, "I'm going to be honest with you, I never know how to start these. We'll get there at some point. My name is Y/N L/N, I've been here for about 3 years. I recently graduated college with an education degree, which I'm learning now I should not have put on my resume," it pulls a hearty chuckle from the men in front of you, "Now, Mrs. Future Teacher does at least 10 of these a week. Either way, welcome to the studio. So, generally, I like to start these and just guage how much each of you know, has anyone here done anything with clay before, whether on a wheel or just kinda a little ball on the table in your highschool ceramics class?"

All of them shook their heads, "awesome, So we have 2 kinds of wheels in this studio, you're all sitting in front of an electric wheel. If you've ever operated a sewing machine before, it's powered by a pedal near your right foot. You can move the pedal over if you're more comfortable with your left foot, you can do that while I'm talking.

"We also have kick wheels here in studio, they're the manual wheels, it's all one giant rotating system, and you move the wheel by pushing off the bottom with your foot. The little ledge-slash-desk part of your wheel has all of the tools and stuff that you saw me putsing with earlier. From left to right, and you can rearrange these to your comfortability, there's a towel, you can lay this over your lap to avoid anything splashing onto you, this little medieval torture device is a wire cutter, it doesn't mean anything to you right now, but you'll use this when you're done with your creation to separate it from the board without screwing anything up. That little plastic box has some tools that you can use to shape your creations as you build it, to avoid doing a lot in the refining process later on. The most important thing, arguably, is that black bucket of water. If you feel around in there, there's gonna be a sponge floatin' somewhere near the top. This thing will be your best friend over the next hour. Most of your refining will come from ol' SpongeBob here as you're building.

"There's roughly 7 stages that clay goes through, you only need to be concerned with 3.

Fresh or Plastic clay is the block sitting on your wheel. It's the most workable form of clay, and is mostly what you build from to start.

From there, clay will go to either one of 2 ways. When you add water to fresh clay, it becomes Slip, which is pretty much what you'll be working with. You're going to add enough water to the clay, it'll turn to roughly-slip to make it easier to work with and move around where you need it to go. From there it'll dry out back into fresh clay and then into a leather hard stage. Some people divide this stage into 2, damp leather hard and firm leather hard, but we're just gonna smash 'em together for the sake of today's class. Any questions? I know it's a lot."

One of them raises their hand, "yes, my love?"

"Do you have anything in particular that we're making today?"

"Not really, if I'm being honest, we're going to try and use this as just getting a feel for the clay. The easiest to make are bowls, but you can make anything you think you can handle."

A different one raises his hand, you nod in his direction, "any advice for us?"

"99% of this art is failing. You will inevitably make something you don't like or that isn't structurally sound. You need to try again, don't let the clay get the better of you." There's a long pause while you look around the room, "before we begin, I'm going to ask all of your names, like I won't have to ask you again in 5 minutes."

They introduce themselves as Tage, Dylan, Tyson, Owen, and Jeff.

"Remember those when I inevitably have to ask you when I forget. Are we ready to start pulling pots?" There's a general agreement in the room, "Alright, so you're gonna take the block of clay off your wheel, and just get a feel for the pedal. Press it little bits at a time, so you have a basic understanding of what's going on after you throw it."

You let them play around with the wheels, teaching them that they have to keep the center of their chest in the center of their pots, like spotting pirouettes. You teach them that there's a disk on top the wheel, so its easier to move the pot and clean the wheel afterwards, "So you're gonna take your sponge out of your waterbucket, and try to get most of the water out of it. You want a thin layer of water on your wheel when you throw, just enough to force cohesion with the water in the clay so they stick together. Start from the center and pull out."

You end up having to help Tyson and Owen. You're standing on the opposite end of Tysons wheel, "slowly press the pedal. Don't try and rush, take your time, you have more of it than you think you do." You press your sponge to his wheel, watching the black disk darken, "there we go, and now you're ready to add clay."

He chuckles, "oh no, that's so scary."

"Its not that bad, I promise. Good anger management tool."

The clay ends up centered on the wheel, but not without some difficulty. You can feel eyes burning into you when you help Jeff who seems to be having some difficulty with the hand placement. You offer Tage words of encouragement while he tries, "the water isn't going to hurt you, darling."

It clicks a few seconds later, dipping his hand in the bucket of water. You look in Tysons direction, who quickly looks back down upon the realization of your eyes, you nod at Tage and Jeff who seem to be picking the task up quickly, "you guys are naturals."

Teaching them how to flatten the top was easy, "take two fingers, preferably your index and middle fingers, and slip them slowly into the center, try to keep it together when it makes a weird sound."

A 'that's what she said' joke was mumbled, much to the distaste of one of the producers.

"Y/N I'm having trouble, how did you do that?" You look up to meet Tysons eyes.

"You're going to need more water than you think you do." He dips his fingers into the bucket of water, you watch him use his left hand as a guide for the fingers on his right hand to open up the inside of the pot. Normally, it wouldn't bother you, but you find yourself staring at his hands longer than you should, "make sure you leave enough room at the bottom, don't go the whole way down."

Pulling the pots outward was met with more questions, more confusion, and a ton more one-on-one help, some jokes about recreating that one scene from Ghost, "wouldn't I be infront of you, then?"

Tyson giggles, "I guess it would defeat the purpose of my hands on top of yours-"

"If I'm the one who knows what I'm doing? pretty much." You try not to spend too much time helping Tyson, trying to evenly spread out your abilities and niches, not because he makes you uncomfortable, but to try and cover up the fact that you flush a little everytime you meet his eyes, how you lose it slightly everytime he says your name, how you smile everytime you call him the cute little pet name you call everyone that walks through the door because his guard is falling everytime "my love" slips from your lips. You try to avoid the fact that he tenses a little everytime the clay doesn't move correctly, sending the veins in his arms to the surface, how you can see the crease in his forearm, how focused is on making it good, on impressing you. You're so caught up in the moment, you forget there's more people than just the 6 of you.

You try not to spend too much time with Tyson, but there's no way he needs this much help, "there you go, just like that"

Your voice is soft and encouraging, and Tyson has never appreciated the towel draped over his lap until that moment. He knows it's wrong, he knows he shouldn't be day dreaming about you. He knows he shouldn't want to kiss you this bad, just to grab your waist and pull you towards his chest, press his lips against yours and kiss you softly, letting you chase his lips when he pulls away. He just wants to call you pretty, open doors for you, and guide you through crowds with a hand on the curve of your back.

Class finishes up before he can grow the set of balls he needs to ask for your phone number. He assumes he'd have to show his face here on his own time, until you ask the group when they're coming back to refine their pots.

Scott sets up the date, and he's immediately counting down the days, hours, hell, minutes until he sees you again.

Four days later, he finds himself back within the walls of the quaint pottery studio. He found you laughing with another girl, a song he's never heard of (country, maybe?) playing through the speaker sitting on the counter above your heads. You're elbow deep in a vase larger than anything he's ever seen, hands and arms covered in clay, your hair pulled back in a delicate clip, "Sades, can you grab that? They're for my 3pm beginner refine."

Sades nods her head, standing up from her seat across from you and checking in the group, "You're about 15 minutes early, so you can take a seat anywhere," she disappears into the office and Tyson finds himself occupying the seat infront of your wheel a few minutes later.

You look up from your pot, meeting his curious eyes, "hi, my love, how are you?"

"I'm doing better now, how are you?"

"I'm good, why better now?"

"Because I'm in the same room as you again."

"Smooth, Jost, very smooth."

A comfortable silence falls between the two of you, your eyes revert back to the vase you're tending to, pulling and maneuvering the top rim outward. He takes a glance around the room, realizing that everyone is focused on something else, no one is paying any mind to you two. His eyes find you again, he's enamored by the focus you have, the delicate curves of the vase, the potential you're sitting infront of. You know he's burning holes into your soul, you flash your eyes upwards, double checking that he's watching you, "Are you okay?"

"No-yeah, yeah, I'm fine, I just enjoy watching you work."

"Do you enjoy watching me work, or just watching me?"

"Maybe a little bit of both. I enjoy watching pretty girls do stuff they enjoy." You find yourself blushing, blood rushing to your face so fast you can't deny it.

"You know, you were so meek and quiet and awkward 4 days ago, what changed." You pull your hand out of the pot, standing up to wash the clay off in a sink right over his shoulder.

"I've had 4 days to daydream about you, and I realized I never asked for your phone number."

"I'm unfortunately compromised," you motion towards your arms immersed by the water, leaning slightly forward into the sink, "Give me your phone."

You wipe your hands off, and gently grab his phone out of his hand, typing in your phone number, and handing it back to him, "and now you're one step closer."

It's casual conversation as you carve details in the outside of the vase until a room opens up. Before he knows it, the conversation is long-since over, and he's being ushered into the same room he was in 4 days ago. You've taken your same spot at the front of the room, they file in the same seats as last time.

Refining goes smoother, you spend a little bit of time retelling them about the tools, what they're going for, and how this step works. There aren't too many mistakes, everyone seems to be too nervous to take more than a sliver off at a time. Soon, you're asking them to come back in 2 days to glaze them.

Tyson finds you on the way out, "What are you doing tonight?"

"Nothing right now, why?"

"Let me take you on a date tonight."

"Tyson, I don't know. I'm still technically your superior in a sense until-"

"Then we don't make this serious until after. Just let me take you out, I'll buy you flowers, open your door for you, give you an opportunity to wear a pretty dress, and let me treat you like a princess. One night, and then we let it go until after you're not teaching me how to make pots."

You chuckle, "we can work with that, I'll text you my address."

"I'll pick you up around 5?"

"Thats perfect."

-💍

One of these days I'll write a part 2 to this. Today is not one of these days

I FUCMING LOVE THIS

#✨💍 my beloved✨#🐰emmy answers🐰

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