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y’all i went to college and literally almost forgot this blog existed until we won the cup…

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OH MY GOD whyyyy did no one tell me you’re supposed to send thank-yous after interviews?? Why would I do that???

“Thank you for this incredibly stressful 30 minutes that I have had to re-structure my entire day around and which will give me anxiety poos for the next 24 hours.”

I HATE ETIQUETTE IT’S THE MOST IMPOSSIBLE THING FOR ME TO LEARN WITHOUT SOMEONE DIRECTLY TELLING ME THIS SHIT

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Hands- Alex Galchenyuk

words: 730

A/N: again, isn’t edited and didn’t read over so I hope it doesn’t suck too bad!

"Y/n, it's just a barbecue! You don't have to get all dolled up for my idiot friends." Alex was getting frustrated. You had been dating for six months already but with the busy hockey schedule, you hadn't gotten a chance to meet many of his teammates. Today was the day. Gally, the only teammate you'd met before, was having a barbecue to celebrate the season and you were going along. You were nervous and you were only getting dolled up in case the other wags did. Wouldn't want to look like a hot mess in front of, practically, super models.

"I'm almost done! I promise." You smiled really wide in the mirror, hoping he was looking. He was and he came up behind you and kissed your temple. "Babe, can you get my black combat boots from the closet? Oh, and my long red socks!" He rolled his eyes, but obliged and went to your closet and grabbed a few things. You were wearing a gray skater dress, a red and blue flannel around your waist, and the socks and combat boots were perfect to tie it all together. Not too fancy, but not too laid back.

"These boots?" He held up a pair of dark brown boots and you rolled your eyes.

"No, color blind. The other ones." He looked at the boots more closely and saw the color and went back to the closet to continue the search. You finished off your make up right as he came back with the right boots. "Thank you." You place your hand on the back f his neck and bring his face to yours to plant a soft kiss on his lips.

-

You arrive at the barbecue, about twenty minutes late and are greeted by about half the team, and their wives and girlfriends. You mostly hung out with Gally, Nate Beaulieu, Max Pacioretty, and the almighty Carey Price even played a game of beer pong with you.

Everyone was boozed up and fed, having a great time. The music was loud, as the neighbors were very far away, conversation was flowing, and Alex was all over you. He held you tight as you swayed to the rhythm of Sweet Caroline as the whole team sang, very badly, the native English speakers doing a bit of a better job than their foreign counterparts who didn't know the words as well. Alex twirled and dipped you, let his hands roam your body and his lips roam your neck. Your face turned red as his teammates whistled at the two of you, shouting about how he couldn't keep his hands off of you.

After a while your feet got tired, you moved to sit at a table with Gally, Nate and his girlfriend, and Max and his wife. There was only a seat for Alex and you didn't see any chairs you could pull up.

"Just sit on his lap, I'm sure he'd like to keep you close." Nate quipped, earning a big laugh from everyone else and a light punch in the arm from Alex. You gave in a plopped yourself down on his lap, feeling his arms wrap around you and his lips press against your shoulder.

"Geez, Chucky. Didn't anyone ever tell you to keep your hands to yourself?" Gally chipped in, but Alex ignored him, grabbing your hand and playing with the tips of your fingers. He intertwined a hand with yours and his other arm was secured around your waist.

"I'm gonna go grab a beer, you want anything?" You said to Alex, and only to him, he shook his head but didn't let you out of his grip.

"Maybe we should head out, I wanna cuddle you without all the criticism," he whispered in your ear. You laughed it off and said "one more beer" before he loosened his grip and let you stand up.

-

An hour later you were home, ready to get in the shower and get ready for bed when Alex came up behind you, engulfing you in a big bear hug.

"May I join you?"

"In the shower? Knock yourself out." You kissed the tip of his nose and stripped him of his clothes as he stripped you of yours. You stepped into the hot stream and he held you close as the water ran over your sunburned bodies. You were glad he couldn't keep his hands to himself, it made you feel safe.

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Arizona Coyotes Imagines

Jakub Chychrun

Vodka*

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*Vodka- Jakob Chychrun

words: 2,033

A/N: this isn't edited and i didn't read over so sorry if it's shit!

You hadn't seen your best friend, Logan Brown, all year. He had been so busy with hockey and you were away at college, the most you got were a few texts asking how you'd been. But, now it's the off-season so now you get to hang out whenever. He brought you to a party with a bunch of his hockey friends, as well as college kids, and then disappeared, you hadn't seen him for about an hour. You were getting impatient and decided to start looking for him. As you scoured the large house looking for your best friend, who was nowhere to be found, you began to get angry, finally giving up and going to the kitchen to grab a beer.

Of course he's in the last place you look, pretty girls hanging all over him. They were also blocking your beer, which was just peachy. You waited and waited and he just never noticed that you were standing there, what a great best friend. You looked around for anything that you could drink just so you could get away from the grind fest going on in front of you. You grabbed the bottle of vodka, bolting out of the kitchen until you hit a brick wall of a person. You dropped the bottle of vodka and you're lucky the guy had lightning reflexes, otherwise it would've shattered all lover the nice hardwood floors.

"Oh, sorry." You mumbled, looking up. The brick wall smiled wide and handed you the bottle of vodka.

"You drink that all by yourself?" He joked, a little twinkle in his eye. You laughed along, thinking of something witty to say back, but getting too lost in his eyes. "You're very beautiful."

"So are you," that sounded a lot better in your head. You broke out of your daze and started to ramble, "I mean, not beautiful. You're very handsome, you're a very attractive person..." you trailed off and took the lid off of the bottle, taking a swig. He just laughed and you were waiting for him to excuse himself and walk away, but he never did.

"I'm Jakob." He extended his hand to you.

"Y/N," you said as you placed your hand in his. You could feel your face heating up as he brought the back of your hand to his lips. "Jakob, as in Jakob Chychrun?"

"Yes, that one. You're not some crazy hockey fan girl are you?"

"Oh no, I mean I like hockey but I'm not.... crazy. I'm here with Logan Brown."

"Oh, are you two...?" He looked at you quizzically, taking a step back hoping he hadn't crossed the line.

"No, no, absolutely not. He's basically like my brother. I haven't seen him all year and he brings me to this party and then ditches me to go make out with every girl in sight. But, it's all good because, vodka." You take another swig and he laughs, taking your hand.

"Well then, do you wanna go somewhere that Logan isn't being attacked by the female persuasion?"

"I would love to."

He led you out to the backyard, where there was a pool, mini golf, you name it, whoever lived here had it. It was like a wonderland of fun.

"You wanna hop in the pool?" He asked, looking hopeful. You shook your head before replying with a no and saying that you had no swimsuit. "I think everyone's just swimming in their underwear." You thought about it for a second and then decided to be wild, but taking another swig of vodka first. You stripped out of your clothes and set them on a pool chair off to the side. He ran to get towels for when you get out and when he comes back he puts them on the chair, along with his own clothes.

He looks you up and down and bites his lip, but you suddenly feel self conscious. You quickly get in the pool and he jumps in after you, swimming up to you and wrapping his arms around your waist. You sat in his arms for a while, talking about various things, mostly about college and hockey.

-

After what seemed like forever you heard a voice calling your name. It was Logan, searching the whole outside for you. Jakob drops his hands from your sides as Logan approaches, leaving you a bit cold and you lose your smile a little bit.

"Hey I've been looking everywhere for you! I wanted to play beer pong and I needed my partner in crime." You smile half-heartedly at him, not really knowing how to respond. "Chych, you can come too, I've been meaning to kick your ass at beer pong."

"We both both know I dominate at pong, no way you'll beat me."

"Well, I've never seen Y/N lose a game so if she's my partner, you're in for a rude awakening." You were torn, you came to spend time with your best friend but you were also having a great time with Jakob.

"Uh, maybe a little later, Logan." He looked between you and Jakob and shook his head in understanding.

"Yeah, maybe later." You watched him as he walked away, then turned back to Jakob who wrapped his arms back around you. "Ugh, I need a drink." He laughed a pulled you closer.

"You're beautiful." Your eyes locked and your breath hitched in your throat as he looked deep into your eyes before pressing his lips to yours. You kiss back, letting his right hand run through your wet hair, his left hand caressing your side. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck and raise yourself up in the water, your legs wrapping around his waist. You open your mouth as the kiss intensifies, his hands now pressed firmly against your ass.

You break the kiss, out of breath before speaking, "Maybe we should go somewhere more private." He nodded, lifting you out of the water and onto the ledge of the pool before climbing out himself. Your grabbed your towels so you didn't walk soaking wet through the nice house, and he took your hand as he led you to his room. While you were talking he had revealed that this was his house, that he split the rent with a few teammates.

He opened the doors and the bedroom was grand, but simple. A king size bed against the wall, a plasma screen tv across from it, his hockey stuff stuffed into a corner of the room. There was a door leading to an en suite and another to a walk in closet. You were in awe at the large space, as you had been at the rest of the house. You'd been stuffed in a tiny dorm room with two other people.

You were broken from your thoughts as you felt his hands snake around you, his lips sucking on your neck leaving marks. A light moan leaves your lips as his fingers brush over your slit through your pool-soaked underwear.

"May I?" He whispers, running his finger along the waistline of your panties. You nod your head and his hand dives down the front of your panties, his finger tracing your slit as his lips continue their assault on your neck. He slips a digit into you, earning a long moan from you. He led you to the bed, turning you around to face him and kissing you before lifting you up and placing you on the soft mattress.

He reaches around to unhook your bra before sliding it down your arms and taking in the sight of your breasts before taking one in his large hand, running a finger over your nipple. He kisses from your neck, down the valley of your breasts and down your stomach, stopping at the waistline of your panties. He hooks his fingers in the sides of the lacy material slowly pulling them down your legs before spreading them, continuing the movement of his mouth until he gets to your heat, sticking out his tongue and licking up your slit. Your body jumps a bit as his tongue runs over your clit, your hands finding his hair and tugging gently. He continues his assault on your clit as you turn into putty underneath him, your cheeks getting hot, sweat forming on your forehead, and your stomach clenching as you reach your orgasm. He inserts two long fingers inside of you, still sucking on your bundle of nerves, and as he curves them up to hit your g-spot it gets harder and harder to hold onto your high.

"Oh my god, please don't stop!" you exclaim as his fingers push you over the edge and he doesn't stop as you ride out your high. You clench your thighs around his face, not being able to take the pleasure anymore and he placed his hands to separate them, freeing himself. He placed a kiss on your stomach, collarbone, and finally your lips. You could taste yourself on him and you smiled as you looked into his perfect blue eyes.

You sit up, looking at the prominent bulge in his briefs. You kneel in front of him, pulling them down, your heart skipping a beat at his size. You locked eyes with him before wrapping your lips around him, putting as much of him in your mouth as possible, bobbing your head and hallowing your cheeks. Moans and profanities fell from his lips as you use your hand to take what your mouth couldn't.

"Your mouth feels so good," he groaned, taking his hand and pushing your hair out of your face before gripping it, leading your mouth up and down his shaft. You felt him twitch in your mouth and you pulled off of him, your hand continuing its motion as his warm cum shoots all over your naked chest. He grabs your hand, standing you up before picking up a towel off the floor, cleaning you up. You kiss him once before climbing back on the bed. He goes to the nightstand, opening the drawer and he sighs.

"Fuck, I don't have any condoms." He looks at you, somehow remaining sexy with his bottom lip pushed out in a frown. He sits on the bed and you move towards him, kissing his neck and running your hands down his torso before whispering in his ear.

"I'm on the pill." He smiled, turning around and picking you up before laying down on the bed so you're straddling him. You grind yourself against him, earning a moan. As you lowered yourself onto him, feeling him stretch you, you heard him moan your name as you moaned his. You felt his hand come down and smack your ass and you let out a small yelp.

"Are you okay, did I hurt you?"

"No, no, no, do it again." He obliged, smacking your other cheek and you moaned this time. He continued his smacks as you road him. The room was getting humid, the smell of sweat and sex filling it as your moans and profanities echoed around you. You changed positions so the he was behind you, his thighs slapping against your ass and his strong arm keeping you upright and pressed against his tight chest. You began to feel your stomach tighten and as his thrusts slowed you could tell he was close too. He brought one hand down to rub circles around your clit and soon your orgasm came crashing around you in waves of euphoria. The clenching of your walls aided in his orgasm and he kept thrusting slowly as you rode out your highs.

You both collapsed on the bed, his arm still around you as you laid there, catching your breath.

"I really hope I get to see you again," he whispered. you turned in his arms and kissed his lips.

After laying in silence for a few moments, you both went downstairs and found your clothes before then finding Logan and finally playing a game of beer pong. After all of these years of friendship, you could tell that Logan knew, but you were glad he decided not to mention anything.

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Michael Latta Imagine

Reaction to Michael Latta being traded (again). Love him though- A

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“Okay, don’t panic.” I heard Michael say from behind me. He had both hands on my shoulder holding me steady, fearing that I was about to faint.

I blinked once, twice, waiting for the headline on the top of the article to change. No, not waiting, I was begging. There was no way that I was reading what I was in front of me. Michael Latta traded to the Chicago Blackhawks, my fiancée, who I had bonded with because I was Capitals fan is now a Blackhawk.

“Um.” I tried to utter a sentence but nothing came out.

“It could be worse… It could be the Ducks… You know how much you hate the Ducks babe-“ complainsMichael started ranting trying to make the situation less tense.

“Do I have to wear a Hawks jersey? I am not wearing a Hawks jersey, Michael!” I objected, slamming my laptop shut. Michael’s eyes shut as he took in a frustrated breath.

“You don’t have to wear a Hawks jersey…. But maybe don’t wear my Capitals one to a game, it doesn’t look good on the team.” He explained patiently, I looked him still feeling as thought he had betrayed me.

I know how trades worked and I know Michael had no control over this, so feeling angry at him is ridiculous. But no matter how hard I tried to reason with myself, I kept feeling a bitterness growing in me.

“Okay, look-“ Michael started, hands grabbing myself pulling my eyes to meet his. “Do you love me? Me Michael? Not Michael Latta the hockey player?”

“Of course, I do!” I yelped, he nodded, his gaze holding mine.

“Then don’t let a silly trade ruin us.” He stated, the sentence falling hard in the space between us.

He was right, Michael Latta was traded to the Hawks and who knows where he might be traded after. The trades were tiring me out, longing just to be home in Washington D.C. with Tom and even the old man that lived next to us who would always give complaints about our dogs. I missed home, but I didn’t want to lose Michael.

I loved Michael, even if it was hard to love Michael Latta in a Hawks or Kings jersey.

“Chance the Rapper is from Chicago. It can’t be that bad.” I offered, smiling at him. A smile broke out onto his face, a smile drenched in relief.

“We are definetly going to Chance concert in Chicago.” He replied, moving forward connecting our lips.

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Andre Burakovsky- short drabble 17

 crxsschecked asked:

17 with andre burakovsky if possible!👌 have a great day/evening

I hope you have a great evening as well.

You knew your boyfriend, Andre Burakovsky, would be starving when he got home from the game.  He always was.  You had prepared a couple ham and cheese sandwiches for him.  You had them in the oven keeping warm.  

You heard the door open, from your perch at the kitchen counter.  

“what is there to eat” as usual, it was the first thing to leave Andre’s lips. You never got a hello, or any other greeting after games just what is there to eat.

“Well, I’ve heard the salad here is really good.” You said just as he rounded the corner and stepping into the kitchen.

“Do I look like a fucking rabbit?” He responded with a grin.  It had been a running joke between the two of you ever since your first date, when the waitress had looked you up and down then suggested that you order a salad, clearly implying that you needed to lose a little weight.  You had responded by simply stating that you weren’t a rabbit and proceeding to order a juicy cheeseburger and fries.  

You laughed and pointed to the oven. “The sandwiches are in the oven love”.

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Ellice Macgillivray Alex Galchenyuk She surprises him at one of his games after she comes home from a hockey goalie tournament. (Maybe she skates up behind him or something?) fluff?

okay remember to send me this again when i reach 1,000 followers in my main blog (nonstopburky) i'll let you know when i reach it!

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i just hit 900 on @nonstopburky and i was thinking and when i get to 1,000 i'm gonna do personal blurbs on here! so like you'd send me your name, the boy you want, and a scenario and i'll write a short little imagine in reply to the ask! so if you aren't following my main, follow me there so i get to 1,000 quicker and so y'all can get personal blurbs!!!!

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IMAGINE WHERE YOU AND ANDRE BURAKOVSKY TAKE A BATH TOGETHER PLEASE AND HE TRIES TO TURN YOU ON AND THEN SOME SMUT?

it's up! not smutty but it's an intro into it so the rest is up to the imagination ;)

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Petals - Andre Burakovsky

words: 594

You've always hated Valentines day. It's all so commercial and if you're being honest, you've never had a good experience on the day. In high school you weren't really into the whole relationship thing. Which was fine, until Valentines Day when all of your friends were on dates and you were at home binge watching Friends and watching them be in love. Last year was your first real valentines day, and of course, Andre was on a road trip. Since you had class, you couldn't go with him.

But this year, Andre was completely free. You had no class, no work, just a little brunch with your mom, then home to your handsome boyfriend.  Maybe this Valentines Day will change your mind about the whole thing.

-

You arrive at your apartment around seven. Andre had left some cash for you this morning, and a note telling you to treat yourself and that you couldn't come home until seven because he needed time to do something special for you.

As you entered the apartment, all of the lights were dimmed and you heard some soft music coming from the bedroom. As you walk down the hallway you roll your eyes at the cliche trail of rose petals. As you stepped into the room, you smiled as you saw him sitting on the end of the bed, in one of his nicest suits.

When he sees you he stands to his feet, smiling as wide as possible, showing off his pearly whites.

"Hi," you say meekly, not really sure how to react to the rose petals all over. "So, what are we doing?"

He smiles again before his his eyes rake up and down your body and he answers. "We, are gonna take a warm bath and drink champagne."

"You know, you don't have to go through all this trouble just to get me naked," you reply wittily, moving closer to him and removing his suit jacket.

"Well of course, but if I didn't do something special and cliche, then it wouldn't be a valentines gift. I know you don't like the commercial bits of today so I just thought we could do something normal, but with roses and alcohol." At this point you weren't even listening, you were too busy undressing him and kissing all over his toned chest. He chuckled at your eagerness and began to remove your clothes, until anything and everything you're wearing is discarded somewhere. Before you know it, he's scooping you up and carrying you into your master bathroom.

The bath was already drawn with even more rose petals floating in the water and champagne glasses set out on the counter. He sets you down and helps you into the large tub before grabbing the glasses and the champagne bottle and settling in himself. After two glasses of champagne and talking about your days and just random things that were on your mind, he gestured for you to come to come and cuddle up to him. You oblige and lay in the tub with him, settled between his legs with your back against his chest.

He sets his glass down and wraps his arms around you, kissing your neck and letting his hands roam your bare skin. You move your head to the side to give him more access and he continues to leave hickies on your delicate skin. As his hand disappears into the water, brushing against your skin all the way down, it's as if the world is gone and you're the only two people in existence.

A/N Ummmm okay so Happy belated Valentines Day. Here's an unedited V-day imagine that was supposed to be smut but is now just a big tease because I like to torture you all. Oops!

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valentine's day andre burakovsky imagine??

yes but it's gonna be late bc i have to work in20 minutes

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hi ☺️ 2 things. 1) do you have a list of things you're currently working on? 2) would you mind writing a dylan larkin imagine where it's the wings' bye week and he comes surprises you at college (any college is fine) then you guys go back and visit either his/your family for the week? thank youuuu hun xx 💓

1. i have a list of requests but 90% of the time if i start an imagine on a day, i finish it then, unless something comes up. and 2. yes i can!

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Weeks - Andre Burakovsky

words: 985

As you sat in the WAGs suite you began to worry. All you saw was Andre blocking a shot and then writhing in pain on the bench. Then, he got up and walked towards the locker rooms. You were hoping he would be fine and that it was just a precaution to sit him out for the rest of the period. However, when he didn’t return after intermission, you began to worry.

Heading down to the locker room you hoped it was nothing too serious, but when you entered the room and saw him still sitting there, his hand was completely bruised with shades of purple and blue. He didn’t notice you at first, a group of medics still standing around him, asking him to rate the pain. Finally, after what felt like forever, they all looked up and saw you standing there.

Someone came up to you, telling you he needing to go to the hospital and get an examination, a cast put on, and to get some pain medication. He said they already called and let them know you were coming in. You nodded and said you would drive him, and you thanked them for filling you in on what happened.

You turned to Andre and he still had some of his gear on, you had to help him get changed and then you helped him out to his car, making sure he didn’t bump into anything. You raced to the hospital, trying your best not to go far enough over the speed limit to get pulled over.

Once you arrived it was another 20 minutes before you could be helped, it was a pretty busy night for the ER. Once he saw the doctor and got his cast and meds, it was a silent drive home. You unlock the door to your apartment and go into your master bathroom, helping him strip of all his clothes and wrapping his cast in plastic wrap before he hopped in the shower.

“You don’t have to baby me. I still have one good hand, I can clean myself.” He rolls his eyes, annoyed. You know he’s not mad at you for babying him, he’s mad because he got hurt.

“Andre, I know you’re mad because you can’t play for a few weeks, but that doesn’t mean you can get snippy with me for trying to help you. Now, if you don’t think me getting into the shower with you will put you in a better mood, then I’ll just stay fully clothed and leave you in here alone. Is that what you want?

He stayed silent for a few seconds before he sighed. "That’s what I thought.”

You began to undress yourself, stripping down to nothing before entering the large shower with him. You looked him up and down, taking in his perfect body before your eyes landed on the cast. You take a deep breath before reaching for his shampoo, lathering it up in your hands before reaching up to run your soapy fingers through his beautiful brown curls.

He closed his eyes as you massaged his scalp. You began to gently push on his chest to lead him towards the stream of water. His eyes stayed closed as the water and shampoo ran down his face, then his body, and then into the drain. He looked like an angel, even with his eyebrows furrowed as his anger of not being able to play is still resonating with him.

You brought him out of the stream again to wash the sweat off of his body. As you ran your delicate fingers across his body he softened under your touch, finally relaxing and letting his troubles melt away.

“Turn,” you command, and he obliges and you take the opportunity to look at his cute, tan little butt and you smile to yourself as you run your hands across his shoulders, and down his back to his cheeks, cupping just a little and giggling as he jumped a bit, startled by your actions.

When you were done washing his body, he stepped back under the stream, using his good hand to make sure all of the soap is gone. He grips your waist lightly, pulling you into him and placing his lips to yours as the water runs over your heads. With the height difference, his body kind of creates an umbrella for you. The kiss deepens as he runs his tongue along the slot of your lips and you open them. He his hand roams your body, his rough, calloused fingers leaving goosebumps in their tracks. His hand finally lands on your backside, squeezing gently and pushing you against the wall.

Your hands shoot to his hair and for a moment, he forgets that his hand is broken, because he tries to place it against the wall next to your head and winces in pain.

“This hand is just ruining everything for me tonight isn’t it?” he asks rhetorically as his forehead meets yours. You giggle and place you hand on his bicep.

“Let’s get out of here before we shrivel up like raisins,” you suggest, shutting off the water and grabbing two towels from the cabinet above the toilet. You wrap one around yourself and the other you secure around Andre’s waist, leaving the bathroom and grabbing underwear for you both. After helping Andre get into a pair of boxer briefs and putting on your own underwear, you grabbed one of his t-shirts from the floor and put it on, crawling onto the bed and cuddling up to him.

He draped his good arm around you and you rested your head on his chest, using him as a pillow since he’s using yours to keep his hand elevated.

“I hope every night for the next few weeks is like tonight.” He whispered before kissing your forehead. you responded by kissing his chest and drawing circles on his skin until you both drifted to sleep.

A/N: wow two in one day! I’m on a roll! I had a lot of other requests before this but I was super excited to write this when I got the request earlier… also, a pure, fluffy shower scene with Burky? priorities!!!

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can you do an andre burakovsky one where you and him get into a big fight and you/he makes him/you sleep on the couch and then you make up?

yes i can do this! thank you for the request :)

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Leafs Imagines

Auston Matthews : 

*Mistletoe

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*Mistletoe - Auston Matthews

A/N: hey all! I know its been a while but i’ve just been super busy with college stuff so! I meant to finish this for Christmas but obviously that didn’t happen but here it is! also this imagine doesn’t actually contain mistletoe in it but I couldn’t think of a better title.

This story contains sexual content and is considered nsfw

words: 1,288

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house; not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; the Toronto Maple Leafs partied without care; in a loud, boozy nightclub, perfect for their affair.

Riffling through your closet for something to wear tonight, you began to get frustrated. You had bought a specific dress for tonight. Some of Auston’s teammates were throwing a Christmas party and you were stressing out. You’ve only met his teammates a few times and they didn’t seem to like you very much. You didn’t know what it was, but you were sure to change their minds.

As you searched and searched for the black, lace, body-con, you began to get frustrated. It’s almost as if you had never bought it at all. After a good half an hour of searching, you decide to look for something else to wear. You settle on a black, mini body-con with a lace-up back. As you look at the time and realize how late you’re going to be, you hear footsteps coming up the stairs.

“Y/N, are you going to be ready some time this century?” Auston says, chuckling lowly before stopping in his tracks. “You must be trying to kill me.” He looks you up and down in the dress, almost working up a sweat as you twirl around for him.

“You like?” His hands fly to your waist as he kisses you softly.

“If we don’t leave now, I might have to hold you and this dress captive for the night.” His lips travel from your ear down your neck and to your collarbones, peppering delicate kisses across your skin as you giggle and push him away.

“Your buddies are waiting for us.” You reasoned as he groaned at the loss of your skin on his.

-

You arrived 30 minutes late, about 20 minutes later than you would have been if Auston hadn’t lost his keys. You looked all around the house for them until he remembered they were in another suit jacket. Your eyes rolled so far into the back of your head, you thought they’d be stuck there.

The party was being held at a club in Toronto that you’d never been to before. The music was loud, beautiful women dancing around, laughing and drinking. You watched as the scantily clad women walked by, dresses landing right below their asses, neck lines plunging all the way to their belly buttons. As they walked by, you saw their eyes move up and down Auston’s frame, giggling to their friends.

After what felt like an eternity of walking, you finally got to the vip section where the boys were and they all stood up. Greeting Auston with hugs and shouts of “Merry Christmas” and you with some half-hearted hello’s and nice to see you’s.

You felt uncomfortable. You had only been there a few minutes and you had already had enough of the women ogling your boyfriend and being ignored by everyone you were here to see. The only teammate of Auston’s that didn’t dislike you was Marns and that’s because he likes pretty much everyone.

“You doin’ okay? You seem a little down.” Auston asks, resting his chin in the crook of your neck. You give him a simple “I’m fine” and he doesn’t buy it. “Come dance with me,” he says, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the booth. You resist him just long enough to grab your beer off the table before giving in and letting him guide you to the dance floor.

As he moves you to the center of the floor, you begin to feel all of the eyes on him again. If he hadn’t been clutching onto you, there’s no doubt one of these girls would make a move on him. You take the opportunity to turn so your back was flushed against him. His hands going to your hips and as you began to dance, grinding yourself against him, you began to notice the girls breaking their attention and moving on to the next cute boy they saw. You smiled to yourself as Auston became yours and only yours again in the busy club.

As you turn in his grasp to face him, all his attention is on you. He lowers his forehead to yours, you looked up at him to make it easier.

“I must be the luckiest woman in the world,” you state, sighing as you place your head against his firm chest, inhaling his cologne a little bit as you breath in and out.

He chuckles lightly and you smile as he kisses the top of your head. “I think I’m the lucky one in this relationship.” you shake your head in response and he continues, “You are the most beautiful woman in all of Canada, and there is no doubt in my mind that every woman in this club wishes they looked as good as you do tonight.” A giggle escapes your lips before you role your eyes playfully.

“Come on, dufus. Your friends ordered some grub.” Taking his hand, you pull him through the crowd and back to the table. The team cheers as they see Auston and you slide into the large booth next to Mitch and his girlfriend, Steph.

As dinner goes on, you kind of sit there in silence, listening to the boys’ conversations and still snacking on the food in front of you. A few of the guys started clearing out, mostly the ones with kids. As the young guns spread out around the large booth and you were left with no one next to you, you felt Auston’s hand on your leg. As he traced circles on your inner thigh, he inched his way higher. Gripping your thigh, he pulls you closer, draping your leg over his.

“Can you be quiet for me?” he whispered in your ear, as his friends continued on in conversation, completely oblivious. You nodded your head and he moved his hands up your dress. As he moved his fingers along your lacy underwear, you suddenly regretted wearing any at all.

You bite down on your lip as he slips his fingers into you, still cold from the beer he just ordered. His long, calloused fingers move in and out of you as you lose focus of everything around you. It’s just you and him in the club. Your breathing picks up and it takes everything in you not to moan his name as loud as you can.

You hear Auston laugh at something before you bury your face in the fabric of his suit, overcome by the orgasm he was bringing you. You felt a bit dirty as the world cleared up around you and you became aware of the conversation at the table.

“Is she okay?” Willy asked, sounding concerned, as if it looked like you had passed out on your boyfriend.

“Yeah,” Auston answered, removing his fingers from you and replacing your underwear, then gently moving your leg off of his. “She’s just tired, I think we’re gonna get going.” He kisses your forehead before you both stand up, walking toward the bar to pay for your drinks before exiting the club. As the two of you reach his car, he pushes you up against the passenger side door and kisses you roughly.

“I can’t wait to get home and get you out of this dress.”