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The Stromes and McDavids - Part IV

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Word Count: 1603

Player: Connor McDavid (Edmonton Oilers/Erie Otters)

Warning/s: mild swearing

A/n: I’m so sorry for everyone that had to wait but I’m proud to finally finish this!

Originally posted by nugent-hopkinks

“I can’t believe this is happening.”, you giggled, trying not to burst out into laughter. 

You had never seen your twin brother likes this. He was a wreck! His hands were shaking as he was gripping onto the armrest tightly. Like the seat was his last lifeline. 

“Don’t laugh at him, Y/n. You don’t know how nervous he is right now.”, Ryan scolded you from your other side.

“Your hands weren’t shaking though.”, you smirked before you turned back around to Dylan.

“Calm down, Dyl. It’s going to be fine, okay? You already know you’re getting drafted.”, you said, putting your hand on his arm. 

If looks could kill, Dylan wouldn’t be drafted but put into jail. He knew you were just mocking him, but the nervousness was too much for him. He was more nervous than ever before. He would trip on the way to the stage. He wouldn’t be able to put the jersey on or accidentally punch someone in the face. What if there was a mistake and he wouldn’t be drafted?

“Dyl? Oh my gosh, look at Mom.”, you grinned. 

Dylan followed your gaze to your Mom. She was waving with both of her hands, and on the other end of the arena, you could see someone do the same. That someone, turned out to be Connor’s Mom.

“Looks like she found the McDavids.”, Matt chuckled. 

Dylan and Connor made eye contact through the room and started to do the same wave making you laugh even harder. But it was distracting Dylan, so why not? That moment of quiet was good for him, although it didn’t take long. Soon the lights were out and Gary Bettman (damn you hated that guy) made his usual speech. You were basically counting the seconds until it was over, just wanting everything to start already. And it did. 

The first pick, made by the Edmonton Oilers.

You were aware that Jack Eichel was a great player. But you just hoped that Connor would be drafted as first overall. You had known him for years, watched him give his best countless times. That guy that had a Justin Bieber haircut when he was 15? You weren’t sure of many things, but you were sure that he deserved to be drafted first. 

And he did, setting everything in motion.

The Draft day had been exhausting for everyone involved. After photos that were taken, numerous hugs for people that you knew, and having to calm Dylan down multiple times while simultaneously handling all three of your brothers at the same time - it was fair to say you were tired. 

You needed sleep. Everyone would’ve agreed on that.

Everyone but the person denting your door with their continuous knocks.

“What the fuck.”, you muttered to yourself as you turned on the light on the nightstand. 

The clock next to your bed made you groan in frustration. 2 AM. Who would do this to you?
Was it one of your brothers trying to mess with you? Maybe an emergency occurred or someone mixed up room numbers. Actually, you didn’t care about that, you just wanted to slip back into your dreams. But the knocking wouldn’t stop.

“Just a second.”, you groaned, wiping your eyes. 

You pulled your shorts and Dylan’s T-Shirt back into their rightful place, trying to fix your hair a little. You didn’t want to move, but you dragged yourself to the door.

But it wasn’t one of your brothers. Instead, it was Connor. He was wearing comfortable clothes that looked like he had hastily thrown them on and his hair was a fluffy mess on top of his head. He was nervously bouncing on his feet while he was waiting, his eyes snapping to yours the second you opened.
You hadn’t seen him since you congratulated him. You’d shared a tight hug, but all you managed to say was how proud you were until both of you were ushered into different directions.

“I forgot.”, he said hurriedly.

“The time?”, you questioned in confusion.

“I forgot Edmonton. Oh, my goodness- I don’t know how I forgot but I forgot that I was drafted by the Oilers.”


“I’m going to Edmonton. You’re going to Edmonton.”, he explained hurriedly, the words he was blurting out lifting your confusion a little. 

What did he mean? You were going to Edmonton because of UAlberta and Connor would play hockey in… Edmonton. 

The realization hit you like a truck. How did you not notice this?

“We’re both going to Edmonton!”, you blurted out, eyes going wide. 

Connor chuckled, taking a big step towards you. You didn’t even have time to say anything else. He wrapped his arms around your waist and crashed his lips to yours.
After that first kiss at the party, you thought you would never get to kiss him again. But here you were, kissing Connor McDavid. Your childhood friend, best friend of your twin brother, your continuous crush since you were even interested in boys. Connor’s own mind was whirling as much as yours. He didn’t even process the draft yet, the start of his career. But there was no one he would want to know at his side more than you. 

Both of you didn’t want to end the kiss, but you were surely running out of air. Gasping when you pulled away, you rested your heads against each other, trying to catch your breath.

“I love you. Damn, I’m so in love with you.”, Connor admitted. Words, that he never thought he would tell you.

“I love you too, Con. I really do.”, you replied, putting your lips back to his.

“Y/n, where have you been? Mom is driving everyone insane looking for you.”, Matt groaned, obviously still tired. 

You would bet your ass he got more sleep than you last night, but that boy could sleep a solid 9 hours a night and be tired. Maybe he would end up like Dylan, looking dead inside all the time. 

“I just got up, relax. I’m here now.”, you grinned with a roll of your eyes.

“Where’s that smile coming from?”, Matt asked, thinking it was a little suspicious.  

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”, you lied, trying to stop smiling like an idiot.

“Uh whatever, come over to the table so Mom stops bugging everyone.”, he muttered, basically dragging you over to the table. 

You were squeezed in between him and Ryan, with Dylan giving you curious looks the whole time, as he was seated on Ryan’s other side.

“What?”, you muttered under your breath.


“Then quit staring.”

Dylan opened his mouth but he closed it again, your whole family falling into the usual breakfast chat. You were nervous the whole time, waiting to be released into your room so you could pack up your suitcase. What if someone knew that you didn’t stay alone in your room? That you had a visitor that snuck back into his own room at 4 in the morning to get some sleep?

You hoped that Connor did manage to sleep a little, but you couldn’t see the McDavids anywhere in the breakfast area. And if they were, your mother probably already invited them to the table next to you, so you couldn’t miss them either. Maybe they were done already? You were longing to see Connor again, the smile on your face still there since when you had first woken up.

“Ok, so you three got time to pack your suitcases. You, Dylan, have some interviews to finish up. We meet in the lobby at 5 PM to catch our fight, alright?”

All of your siblings nodded, seeing it as the sign that you could get up. All four of you used that chance, Dylan, right next to you.

“Ok, so did anything else happen yesterday?”, he asked, trying to sound casual.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… with Connor.”, Dylan clarified. 

He knew that there was something you didn’t tell him, but you just loved to tease him. He was really annoying sometimes. To frustrate him was one of the things you did best.

“Dylan, you left your phone.”, your Mom said, cutting off every potential answer you could’ve given.

“Wait here.”, Dylan ordered. 

You stopped in the large doorway and watched Matt and Ryan file out into the general direction of the elevators. Dylan went back to the table, snatching his phone, right as the elevator dinged and a very familiar group of people came out, making their way through the doorway. 

The McDavid’s all greeted you as they passed, Connor’s Mom immediately locking eyes with yours. But they stopped when they realized that their youngest one wasn’t there anymore. Maybe it wasn’t the ideal moment because both your families were looking the two of you, but Connor stopped next to you, a smile similar to your’s on his face.

“Morning.”, he greeted.

“Morning. You sleep well?”, you teased.

Connor nodded.

“Very.”, he murmured, before slowly leaning in to peck your lips. 

You could basically feel everyone’s jaw dropping, and Dylan’s shit eating grin in your back. But you didn’t give a damn.
You would go to Edmonton. With him. So your thought of you might never being his girlfriend was proven wrong, but the circumstances never changed.

Where a Strome is, a McDavid is not far away.

bocchan-phantomichaelis  asked:

I promise to ask you immediately once I've thought of something to delight on. Welp, grace me with exhibitionism + dirty talk please? ^-^

I hope I understood the definition of exhibitionism correctly. I really enjoyed writing his drabble.

Sebastian was distracted as of late. Ciel noticed that, and later the servants did too. The butler seemed to always be in thought. His reaction time and in general his actions were slower. What really started to worry people is when Sebastian’s attention wasn’t on the things going on around him. Two times already they caught him spacing out or staring at something a little too long.

“Is there something I need to know, Sebastian?” Ciel asked one night when he was having dinner.

Sebastian blinked. “What do you mean, Sir?”

“It’s just that lately you haven’t quite been yourself.” Ciel clarified. “Are you all right?”

If only you knew. “Perfectly fine, Sir. No need to worry.” Sebastian said with a warm smile.

“Alright.” Ciel concluded. However, the matter wasn’t solved for the boy. If this continued, he’d order his butler to tell him the truth through the power of their contract.

Once Ciel returned his attention to his food, Sebastian’s expression changed to seriousness and he stared at his master. He knew Ciel was onto something and that some day he will question the demon thoroughly. However, if he ever found out the reason for the demon’s behavior, he’d be revolted. The thoughts that went through Sebastian’s head… Sometimes the demon could not will them away. The thoughts of putting his face in his master’s hair and breathing in his scent. The thoughts of exploring his master’s body with his bare hands during bath time. Just running those hands all over that body and feeling the smoothness of the skin, the softness of the flesh, the curves of the body. Those thoughts were innocent compared to the others the butler had; the kind he touched himself to when he finally had time alone during the night.

He thought of groping his master’s pert buttocks. He thought of spanking that rump with his bare hands and whipping it with the crop whip. It would be nice if he could make those butt cheeks bleed so that he could later lick up that blood and savor the taste of his master. No doubt, Ciel would cry. And Sebastian would lick up those tears and savor their taste too. He also thought of putting his face into that soft butt. Bury it between those buttocks and grope the mounds of flesh. Rub his face against them and maybe even explore his master’s crack with his tongue. He also thought of what it would be like to suddenly grab Ciel, put him up against a wall, crouch or kneel before him, pull down those shorts and suck his little penis. No doubt, his master would be confused and shocked, but that was the beauty of it. Doing things like that in a place where someone could come by and easily see them. Oh the things that would do to his master’s morale and position as the Queen’s Watchdog.

 Sebastian beat his meat to those thoughts after everyone else in the manor had gone to bed. Despite how inhumanly fast his hand moved and how hard he gripped himself, it just wasn’t quite enough. He wasn’t sated and that frustrated him. Sitting on the floor with his back against the bed, his right hand bare and soaked in seed and his junk still hanging out, Sebastian breathed deeply as he stared into the night sky outside his window. He decided, tomorrow he’d send the servants and Tanaka into town to get things to refill the inventory. Then the manor would be all to him and Ciel.

Sebastian came into the study with a food trolley. He rolled it to the side of his master’s desk and proceeded to set up the tea and the bakewell tart on the table.

Ciel was sitting back in his spinning chair, one leg over the other. He had kicked off his heeled oxfords under his desk and now his feet were only clad in nylon socks. His elbows were on the arm rests and one hand held a document while the other held his chin. He was hard in thought and hadn’t paid attention to his butler who had come in.

Sebastian stood at his master’s side. He looked at the boy, awaiting orders or a sign of attention. Then his gaze traveled over the young body and came to Ciel’s thighs. The shorts Ciel currently wore rose a little and revealed some of his thighs. Sebastian stared hard at his master’s legs. Finally, he had enough.

“Wh-what? S-Sebastian!” Ciel was surprised when suddenly the document was taken out of his hand and he was picked up from his seat. He registered his butler’s presence then and demanded to know what was going on. Sebastian put Ciel up against the wall with his back, having raised the boy to his level off the ground. Ciel’s eye widened and he took in a breath of shock when he saw his butler undo his pants and take out his already wet erection. He knew his butler must have been big, but he hadn’t realized just how much until he saw the thing itself.

The butler spread his master’s legs. Holding him up with one arm at his behind, Sebastian moved one of Ciel’s legs between his own and slid his member under the shorts leg. The manhood was trapped between the fabric of the shorts and soft and smooth leg of a young human. Pressing his lips together, the demon started to thrust his hips.

Ciel raised one hand to cover his mouth and closed his eye. However, he couldn’t run away from the sensation of his demon’s cock fucking his leg, spreading precum on his skin, and the labored breath of the said demon. He lost track of time and was called back to reality when suddenly Sebastian stilled and something wet and warm flowed onto his thigh. Ciel opened his eye and looked down to see the fabric of his shorts leg soaked with something.

Sebastian pulled out but that wasn’t it. He lowered his master to stand and turned the boy around none too gently. Pushing him up against the wall with his front, Sebastian tore down the forsaken shorts, earning a gasp of shock from the human. He wiped up his seed from his master’s thigh and then rubbed it into the boy’s crack.

“Sebastian, what are you-?“ Ciel began to demand but was cut off when suddenly something plunged inside him. His eye widened and tears pooled in it. The pain was excruciating. And then it got more painful as whatever it was that entered him started to move in and out.

The demon had his master stand normally while he himself bent his knees to get his hips on the boy’s level. Having spread his master’s buttocks, he plunged in and entered his lord all the way in one thrust. Then he started to move. The thrusts were hard and deep, and soon he heard a pained whimper coming from the boy. However, did he care? Not at all. He leaned in to his master’s ear and hissed. “You’re my bitch now.”

After a while, Sebastian decided to get a more comfortable position. He took hold of Ciel’s legs under his knees and stood up fully, lifting the boy. Then he continued to move. At this angle, he was hitting Ciel’s prostate more sharply and the boy whimpered louder.

The tightness was divine. Sebastian wanted more of it, so he thrusted harder. It wasn’t too long until he stilled, his member spilling the demon’s seed inside the gut of the young lord. However, one round was nowhere near enough for the demon. He pulled out, but only because he had a change of position in mind. Oh how wrong Ciel was to think that the demon was finished with him. It was when Sebastian put Ciel on his desk on his front did the boy realize the horror wasn’t over just yet. His legs were lifted and spread, bent at the knees so that all of him was on the desk. Sebastian lined himself up with the freshly deflowered hole, then took hold of the boy’s upper thighs and thrusted in.

“Ah!” Ciel let out a pained moan.

Sebastian pulled his master back a bit so that he could get more of him as he began to thrust deeply. Leaning over his master, he hissed in his ear again. “What a slut. Taking me so well even though you were a virgin just minutes ago.”

Ciel squeezed his eye shut and lowered his head, hiding his face.

“More like a bitch than a guard dog to me.” Sebastian continued. “I will make you into my concubine. Demon’s Whore, how does that sound?” He capture a delicate lobe between his teeth and bit into it, earning a small cry. That sound made the demon thrust harder, faster. His master was absolutely divine. Sebastian moved like a mad dog in lust during the mating season. His growls and grunts sounded like an animal’s too. Then he buried himself as deep as his own member would allow him and filled his master with his biggest load yet.

The two were still after that. Sebastian was catching his breath and Ciel was crying, covering his mouth with his hand to stifle his sobs. Then Sebastian stood up, still inside his master. He watched the boy’s shoulders shake as he cried, then he pulled out and reached for Ciel. He turned Ciel over and that’s when he saw the boy’s tearful face. One hand was over his mouth. When Sebastian leaned forward, Ciel pushed against the demon’s chest with his little hands. “No, no. Sebastian.” His voice was a panicking one. “No more. Sebastian, no more! Please!” The words “it’s an order” did not come. Ciel was so shocked be must have forgotten about them. Of course, the little master never expected something like this to come from his demon.

Sebastian leaned over Ciel despite the boy’s attempts to push him back and started to lick up the tears off the other’s face just like he did in his fantasies. Except, this wasn’t a fantasy. This was reality, and reality had consequences.

Ciel turned his head to the side, facing away from the demon but Sebastian continued anyway. Then Sebastian stood up and crouched down. Ciel’s eye opened in surprise when he felt something wet and soft run over his stinging hole. He rose his head and looked down to see Sebastian between his legs. The demon’s head rose and lowered as he lapped at the hurt hole, then the tip of his tongue circled inside the ring of flesh which was the entrance. The hole tightened up in response, but that didn’t stop the demon from pushing his tongue inside and eating his master out. Ciel tried to run away, but Sebastian wrapped his arms around the boy’s waist and kept him in place. All Ciel could do was lay there and whimper. After his master was clean, Sebastian looked at the boy’s member. The little boyhood got excited as Sebastian rimmed his master so the butler treated the boy to a decent blowjob.

Afterwards, Sebastian scooped Ciel up and took him to his bedroom. He’d have a bath ready and he’d treat his master with care and gentleness. However, Sebastian was silent. He didn’t know what to say, or if there was anything to say at all. All he knew is that things would not be the same. Ciel would be furious with him and would probably order Sebastian to do something that would limit the demon’s interaction with his lord. He knew for sure that it now depended on how he’d react to his punishment and treat his master later if Ciel would let the demon close to him again and if there would be some trust between them in the future. On one hand, Sebastian regretted what he did. On the other, not so much.

I might be alone in this but I kinda headcanon Ray as sex-positive asexual.

Like, Ray strikes me as the kind that loves first? He enjoys sex, it’s fun and feels good and he probably also wants to please his partner, but he could go the rest of his life without sex and not be bothered at all. And for him, attraction is all about falling in love, and never sexual.

When we see him notice Felicity it’s because he knows about her hacking skills and finds her talented, so he tries to recruit her. And in that one episode when he guest starred on Flash in season one he says the line, “Sex is great!” when trying to help Felicity out of an awkward conversation and that just struck me as…odd. Like, sure, you could chalk it up to his general eccentricity but, consider this: him being ace and feeling the need to clarify something that would probably have been a given for allosexuals.

With Kendra, he spent so much time joking around with her and it didn’t even occur to him that there could be potential between them until Stein asked him about it. And when he did list things he liked about Kendra he didn’t even once mention appearance, instead focusing on how she’s funny, quirky, and a “really good wielder”. Basically, her personality and talents. I mean, come on, the writers couldn’t have set this up for me more perfectly.

Just. Give me sex-positive asexual Ray who isn’t appalled by sex or opposed to it but 100% prefers simple kisses and cuddles more. 

10 + 1 reasons why Jim Moriarty is alive

If you are a follower of mine (♥) , you probably know that I support that Moriarty lives and will come back. However, I want to make something clear: I don’t support this only because I like the character - in fact, I support this mostly because any alternative does not make sense to me.

I have made multiple posts or commented on many reblogs where I have written down some of my thoughts, but I decided it was better to make one single post where all my points are gathered. 

So, here are all the reasons Moffat and Gatiss plan to bring Moriarty back. 

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