#Jamie benn x black!reader

[hockey-x-imagines]

I knew you Were Trouble | Jamie Benn Pt. 1

A/N: Here’s the first part of the new series I’ve been working on. I hope you enjoy! Feedback is always welcome!

Warnings: Cussing.

Paring: Jamie x Hardin (Reader) 

Word Count: 1285

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Hardin's P.O.V.

Trying to find something to wear for your first day of work is never easy, especially when you're not really sure what the dress code is. At the age of 23, this is my second job, and my first wasn't exactly helpful in setting me up for the real world. My first job was a real estate broker's assistant. It sounds fancy, but my go-to outfit consisted of leggings and a hoodie with either vans or flip-flops. I knew that wouldn't cut it for my new job, so as soon as I knew I got the job I went on a massive shopping spree. So now I stand here in front of my closet with no clue what to put on, and I have to leave in less than 15 minutes. Looking at the clock I finally decide on a pair of black and white striped paper bag pants with a black tee and black blazer. Now for shoes. I really don't want to wear heels, and I know today will probably consist of a lot of walking, so I decide on my trusty white vans.

By some miracle, I made it to the arena early. I don't actually know what my job is or what it's going to be. I don't have any degrees or any form of training, but I was hired on to be a body the team and staff could talk to. Honestly, I'm not sure how I landed this job. I really don't have any experience in the therapy industry, but I guess what's meant to will be. Right?

"Are you lost?" A voice asks from behind me. Turning I'm with met a giant of a man.

"Actually I am. I'm looking for the GM's office."

"Follow me." The man gestures for me to follow him. "I'm Jake, who are you?"

"I'm Hardin. I'm the new person for the team to talk to."

"Oh, so like a therapist?"

"Not exactly. I don't have any credentials or anything like that. I was just hired to be someone everyone could talk to." Jake stops and gives me a questioning look. "Honestly, I don't even know how I got the job."

"Clearly whoever hired you saw some sort of potential." He shrugs," here's Jim's office."

"Thank you so much." He nods before heading back in the direction we just came from. I take a moment to collect myself before knocking on the door.

"Come on in," Jim shouts from the other side of the door. Opening the door I step through and kinda stand there awkwardly. "Please have a seat, Miss Lindsey."

"Please call me Hardin," I say as I sit in one of the overly comfortable chairs. "So I have a few questions."

"Let's hear them."

"First, it's kinda a silly question, and I don't want to come off sounding ungrateful, but I have to ask why I was hired. I really don't have any qualifications for the job." I hope he doesn't take this the wrong way. I really need the job and am more than happy to do the job, I just had to know.

"Well let's just say the people involved with hiring you went based on a gut feeling, and we all agreed you'd be the best fit for the job. Once you throw the label "therapist" on the team and staff are less likely to talk to you, if that makes any sense." He had a valid point.

"Makes sense. Next, what is my dress code, and what is expected of me?"

"We'd like you to look nice, but you can wear what you want, we can even get you some Stars gear to wear if you'd like. Again, we don't want you to come off as a therapist. I know it seems silly, but this whole operation could use someone to talk to. We expect you to just be a listening ear and maybe even a shoulder to cry on. I do want to mention, there may be days when you're a punching bag for the guys. Is this something you can handle?"

"The last part does worry me a little. Not because I'm sensitive and can't handle being yelled at, it concerns me because I can tend to get a little mean myself."

Jim just smiles, "the boys could use someone that'll snap back. I really think you're the perfect candidate for this job." We spend the next hour or so going over more details of the job. "Are you ready to see your office?" He seems a little excited.

"Yes of course." After getting the run down, I'm feeling more confident in myself. My job is really just to be a best friend or sister to the team. That's something I can do, it might take a little time, but I can definitely be what this team needs. I can't lie, I'm a little giddy about having my own office. I'm so used to being in the front office.

"One more thing, we have a charity gala tomorrow, and I'd appreciate it if you showed up. It'll give the whole crew an opportunity to meet you outside the office. The dress code is black tie, if you need something to wear, just let me know and we'll take care of it." With that Jim leaves me alone in my new office.  

After what feels like hours, there's a knock on the door.

"Come in!" The door opens to reveal another giant man. I swear they don't look this tall on tv, also at 5'7 anyone over 6" seems like a giant.

"Hi, I'm supposed to give you a tour of the building. I'm Roope." He offers with a smile.

"Oh thank you! I'm Hardin." I get up from my desk and follow him out the door. We spend the next hour walking around the arena, mentally I'm making a map so I hopefully don't get too lost tomorrow.

"Have you really met anyone from the team?" Roope asks.

"Not really, you're the third person I've talked to all day." I laugh, it sounds somewhat pathetic.

"Well, I could introduce you to a few of the guys if you'd like?" He stops outside a room with double doors, which I assume is the locker room.

"Uh, yeah that would be great." I hope I sound confident because I sure as hell don't feel so confident. He motions me to follow as he opens the door. At first glance, I expected more people to be in the room, but there were only a few.

"Guys this is Hardin. Hardin this is Jason, Joe, Jake, and Scott." I didn't really need a list of names, since getting hired I did my research, plus I've seen a few games.

"And why is Hardin here?" Scott asks, sounding a bit confused.

"I'm, uh, I don't actually know what my job title is. I guess I'm the team's new best friend." Yes, that's really the best I could come up with. The room bursts out laughing.

"That sounds fake." Jake chuckles. He's not wrong, but it's truly the best description I could come up with.

"From what Jim told me this morning, I'm a listening ear, shoulder to cry on, or punching bag if needed. So, to me, that sounds like a best friend or sister, am I wrong?" I laugh. I sound completely ridiculous.

"She's got a point, guys." Jason backs me up. They all silently nod in agreement.

"Welcome to the team best friend." Jake smiles before walking out the door.

"Your job sounds fake." Joe laughs following Jake. One by one the guys exit the room either welcoming me or telling me my job is fake.

[whoreforhockey]

LBBad Boss|Jamie Benn x Black!Female reader (teaser)

summary: you’d been working there for only 6 months, his personal pet is what the rest of the office called you; but one day when he catches you “after hours” things begin to change. How bad could it be?

Creds to da gif ownerr 💜

A/N: This a light teaser for a new series I’m thinking about doing😽 I’m back hoochies and poochies!

Reader POV

I’m late to work again, I tried extra hard to be on time today but of course me being me I just had to find a way to be late. The Starbucks drive thru line was wrapped around the building, adding another 20 minutes to my 15 minute drive to work. I quickly pulled into my parking spot parking my car and grabbing both coffees for me and my boss; praying he doesn’t chew me a new one.

I hit the locks on my car walking to the door as my coworker Gavin held the door open for me. “Thank you bae.” He rolled his eyes at me replying, “You should be kissing Bossy’s ass. He’s pissed. You look great tho, is that Dior?” I sucked my teeth walking down the hall to Mr.Benn office, gasping sarcastically “Dior! How did you know?” Knowing he got me the perfume for Christmas and I’ve been using it since. I opened the door to Mr.Benn’s office as he was talking on the phone with the local hospital about the supplies they bought, he looked up at me angrily as I set the coffee down on the desk. “Jeffery let me call you back.” He abruptly ended the call and I new it was over from there, as he stood up snatching the coffee from where I placed it on his desk; taking a sip and slowly smiling.

“Finally you got it right. Still doesn’t excuse you from being late.” I rolled my eyes, “If I walked in here without that coffee you would have eaten me alive. Starbucks line was wrapped around the building and I know you’d go crazy without your 4 sugars 2 creams.” I turned on my heel, ready to go but stopped when he called my name. “What’s your outfit about?” I looked down, it was casual Friday so I dressed casual in a Black and white Balmain t-shirt,some light wash jeans from fashionnova and some Air Force 1s. “It’s casual Friday right? Right. Anything else? I really have to start on those reports you want on your desk by ten thirty.” I glanced at the clock with the hand just striking nine. “Nope. Your free to go.”

I let out a sigh I didn’t know I was holding, going to my office that was conveniently right next door to his. The only way in was through his office though so in order for me to get my daily office gossip I had to go sneak off and see Gavin and Monica at their desks or in the break during lunch or coffee breaks. I finished the reports at 10:20 walking out to place them on his desk to find him and some blonde girl in heated conversation. “I have the reports you requested Mr.Benn.” I shyly said, holding them in the air as if he didn’t believe me. “Place them on my desk Y/N thank you beautiful.” He winked which caused the blonde to go even redder than she already was,which caused me to chuckle. 

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Purrr for the cliffhanger! Let me know if you guys are feeling the teaser and ill upload the rest and part two tonight!

[defectivevillain]

Hey, so... I wanted to make the same request as the other but with Free from beastars (instead of a hockey career, the gn!reader became part of the shishigumi)

(also wanted to apologize for the Jamie Benn request, i didn't knew you didn't write for non-fictional characters)

pairing: Free x reader

reader’s pronouns: they/them

edit: as of right now, February 2022, I don’t take requests. this person made a request before I put that rule in place so I still wrote it for them :)

word count: 1.7k

You sighed, shoving your hands in your pockets as you walked down the dark street. It had been a long day at school. Then, after school, you had gone to the theatre. You weren’t a part of the production this year- instead deciding that you would rather help with the set and prop design. That had turned out to be a smart decision on your part, as the theater program had an overabundance of wanna-be actors and a shortage of crew members.

Practice had run late today and thus, you were forced to walk home at night. You didn’t like walking at night, but you didn’t really have a choice. You lived in an apartment that was a few miles from campus- unlike the rest of your peers, whom lived in the dormitories.

A car honked as it raced past you, and you rolled your eyes. Some people were so flashy for no reason. You continued to contemplate this as you walked along the sidewalk. The events that transpired during your day kept running through your head, keeping you distracted from your surroundings. You didn’t notice someone sneak out of the shadows of a desolate alleyway and follow behind you, until they had a tight grip on your shoulder. You hardly had any time to react as you were yanked from the street and thrown into an alley perpendicular to the street. You tried to push off the wall and dodge to the side, planning on running, when your attacker pushed you back into the wall.

“Not so fast,” they murmured, taking a step forward. Their figure became illuminated by the dim light of the alleyway, and you had to suppress a gasp as you took in their appearance. Your attacker was a tall yet muscular lion, with a jagged scar tearing through the skin around his eye. He was wearing a dark suit and tie, and his hair was slicked back. You gulped, feeling very intimidated.

“It’s dangerous to go out late at night,” your assailant murmured, his voice a low growl. You stiffened, not quite sure whether to prioritize your annoyance or your life.

“Why, exactly?” you squinted, gritting your teeth. Fear struck through you, but you kept talking anyways. “Oh, right! Because predators like you roam the streets, looking for a quick meal.”

The lion rolled his eyes. “I’m Free,” he said, looking at you expectantly. You just blinked at him.

“Okay,” you squinted at him, incredibly confused. The lion just stared at you for a second. The awkward silence stretched on, and the tension in the air became almost unbearable. Just as you were about to say something stupid, he elaborated.  “No, that’s my name,” he hissed, his hand clenching and unclenching around your shirt collar. You flattened your hands against the wall behind him, trying not to react to the way his claws dug into your skin. He wasn't drawing blood, but it still hurt.

“Oh, right,” you mumbled, swallowing hard as the lion loomed over you ominously. He seemed satisfying with your answer, though, and loosened his grip a bit. His hands still remained fisted in your shirt collar, you noted.

“Can I get your name?” he asked. You blinked at him, not quite processing what he said. A few seconds later, it clicked. Your heart felt like it was pounding out of your chest.

“Why do you care?” you muttered, not wanting to maintain eye contact with ‘Free,’ if that was even his name. “Just kill me already. That’s what you’re here for, right? To kill me and sell my remains in the Black Market?”  The lion didn’t move, to your surprise. His expression darkened, and his smirk morphed into a frown.

“No,” he hissed, his eyebrows furrowed with irritation. His mood changed so fast- dangerously fast. Your heart was racing, and you felt your hands shaking at your sides. You tried to look around for a means of escape, hoping that his irritation would prevent him from noticing your fear. As you looked around, you reluctantly found that the two of you were the only ones out on the street. You glanced up at Free, who was towing over you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You didn’t quite like your odds, especially considering that you were  backed up against the wall of the alleyway.

You swore you barely moved an inch, and you were suddenly being thrown back against the wall yet again. You gritted your teeth, your hand moving to the lion’s wrist. He was stronger than you, though, and his hand remained fisted in your shirt collar. You scrambled to remove his grip, but, once again, his grip remained immovable. His strength was just unfair, you thought to yourself.

“The boss will like you, I think,” Free said, his expression turning contemplative. You were thrown by the sudden change in topic, and the reality of his statement didn't set in until a moment later. You had a feeling that you knew the boss he was referring to. You hoped you were wrong, but you didn’t have the guts to confirm or deny your suspicions.  Free tugged at your shirt collar and started walking. You scowled, feeling rather like a household pet on a leash.

“And you?” you blurted out as he walked. You weren't quite sure what possessed you to say that, but you guessed it had something to do with the four hours of sleep you were running on. Free wasn’t unattractive, either.

“You’re not horrible,” Free muttered, his voice carrying no conviction whatsoever. You wanted to point out that he was taking you with him, but you valued your life more than that.

“Wow, thanks,” you scoffed. Free just shook his head in disbelief, his back to you as he pulled you along. You had no choice but to follow his grip, unless you wanted to be strangled. His grip was just too strong.  

“I’m coming willingly, geez,” you rolled your eyes as Free kept dragging you along by the collar. He continued to do so until you yanked his arm off. Your hand shot up to rub at the bottom of your neck. His relentless pulling and tugging had hurt. You were sure that you would have scratch marks littering your skin the next day. You tried to maintain your distance from him after he released his grip, faking a sudden interest in your uniform shirt sleeves. The second you finished rolling them up, he had a hand on your wrist, and was once again tugging you along.

“You go to Cherryton?” Free’s voice eventually broke the silence, and your heart sank to your chest. Scrambling to find an explanation, you stuttered for a moment. “Um,” you said eloquently. You felt the lion's grip tighten on your wrist, and you bit back a pained hiss. “No, I just-”

“Don’t bother lying,” Free interjected, his back still facing you. You couldn’t gauge his expressions, but you figured he had an irritated look on his face. You bit your lip. It seemed that he already knew the answer, so you supposed there was no harm in telling him the truth.

“Yeah, I go there,” you nodded, inhaling slowly.

“Why were you out so late, then?” Free asked, pausing in his tracks and turning back to look at you. You inhaled sharply at his intense gaze. You felt as if you were shriveling under his glare.

“Well, I don't live on campus, so,” you supplied, not liking the way the lion’s eyes narrowed. He let go of your wrist suddenly, nearly throwing you off balance.

“Why not?” Free asked, an eyebrow raised. The way he posed his question didn’t seem particularly threatening, but something about his posture and the gleam in his eyes compelled you to answer anyways.

“Internship,” you muttered, already uncomfortable with the information you had shared with the lion. You were sure you saw his eye twitch at that, but he didn’t say anything and you continued. “They waived the on-campus residency requirement for me, so.”

“Smart, are you?” he asked, his gaze flitting across your face. You just barely suppressed a flinch at the intensity of his stare. Instead, you focused your energy on denying his claim.

“Not really,” you replied with a shrug. Many of your peers had said the same, but you were hesitant to agree. You just took advantage of the opportunities that came your way. You said as much to Free, who had his arms crossed over his chest and a disbelieving expression on his face. “I’m not smart.”

“Sure,” he squinted at you, clearly skeptical. “In order to get those opportunities in the first place, you have to be smart.” You dug your nails into your palm, trying your best to keep your expression calm and collected. You couldn’t give him anymore information- it was far too dangerous. You were certain he could probably find your apartment with what little you had told him, and thus you didn’t want to tell him anything else.

“Not really,” you repeated, not trusting yourself to say anything else. You were sure that the slightest voice crack or waver in tone would tip him off. Sure enough, Free’s skeptical expression seemed to deepen.

“You’re lying,” Free said, taking a step forward to you. You tried to subtly take a step backwards, but his eyes remained locked on yours- as if daring you to do so. You stayed in place after that.

“No,” you denied.

“Yes,” Free accused. Despite his determined response, he didn't seem angry. If anything, he just looked more amused. You cursed internally.  “You’re just shrouded in mystery, aren’t you?” he whispered, his clawed hand tilting your jaw up, forcing you to make eye contact.

“Not really,” you whispered, putting your hand on his wrist and trying to tug his hand off your face. His grip remained solid, and he leaned closer. His eyes were locked on your face, as if inspecting every little detail of your face. It felt oddly intimate, and you were sure your cheeks were flushed.

“Hm,” he remarked, his hand falling from your jaw to grab at your wrist again. You sighed, regretting every decision you had made since the end of theater practice. You reluctantly followed as he continued to tug you along.

[fictitiousfoodie]

Hockey Is A Family Thing

(Reader x Hockey Player Version)

Summary: A boy falls for a girl 

Warnings: Um there is a slap but that is it. 

Pairing: Reader x Ian Kildner ( fake person but like Jamie Benn but younger) 

Word Count: 2,597

Rating: 18+ for future parts 

Genre: Fluff Flirting 

Okay so here something to know before you read. The teams are real but all the people fake it was easier for me with this story. Yes I know the gif is Jamie Benn not the made up people in the story. This is my first story that I'm putting up please be nice. 

You stood by a high table, wearing a stunning and elegant black dress A-line gown with a respectable but fun slit up the side, talking to a relatively wealthy seeming older gentleman. His tux was custom, hair grey, and thinking, and the date he had brought with him was barely legal to drink, showing almost all her cleavage, and was sipping her cosmo through a straw. But, you didn't care about any of that right now. All you cared about was convincing this man that a donation to the team's charity would be a brilliant investment. 

"Mr. Mason donating to the teams' charity is not only a write off for you with tax breaks, but it allows lots of people to see just how good you and your company are." Manson Construction was responsible for building half of Boston and rebuilding the other half. They had gone through a string of bad publicity when someone leaked rumors of the company cutting corners regarding safety protocols to the local newspapers. The stories had been proven untrue, but it had still caused doubt in the community. Mason Construction was a good company, and you knew that. "Manson Construction on every banner we use when the team works with charities like Habitat for Humanity or does an event with local children's hospitals something like that could change how the community views your company," you said with a passionate and firm promise to her voice. Just as you finished your speech, a loud, sharp crack of noise erupted from behind you. 

Your brother Jack, the youngest of your four brothers, and his girlfriend Ashley had been fighting all night. You had been keeping an eye on it. Ashley was not a great girlfriend. You was pretty sure Ashley was in it for the idea of dating a pro athlete, and Jack was in it cause Ashley was hot. You had noticed more and more that Jack seemed done with Ashley's crap, and from the way Ashley was now storming out and the fact Jack wasn't going after her, he had decided to end things tonight in a public place. 

You turned back to Mr. Mason, who was chuckling to himself. "Your brother seems to be quiet, the unlucky fellow tonight in regards to love. But you are better than luck. You're smart, and you've got gumption, Y/N. I like the image you've given the charity, and I think it will provide great support and publicity for my business. I will send you a check tomorrow with the donation. If the team or the charity needs anything, you let me know," he said, smiling and walking away with his old wrinkled hand on his arm candy's ass. 

You shivered in disgust as you watched arm candy giggle and kiss him on the cheek then took a deep breathe you had done it. You had landed another massive donation for the charity. 

Suddenly a large and heavy arm flopped around your shoulder, and your oldest brother Brandon was there by your side. 

"Way to go, Y/N looks like Mr. Mason was very happy with the idea of being the teams highest paying donor', he said with pride and admiration for his sister. 

"He said he would send over the check tomorrow. I need a drink, and to get these heels off my feet are killing me." You laughed, walking to the bar. 

Brandon was the oldest of the four brothers at the age of 33. He had retired from the league last year due to a knee injury and hired by the team as the skills coach. Brandon was always responsible. He was the boy next door with a killer smile and genuine charm. The next one down was Henry, who was 31 and was the team's new athletic trainer. He was sporty and the smartest. He wanted to be a doctor when he was younger but found a way to combine his love of medicine and learning with his love of hockey and the team he had grown up around he immediately change to sports medicine. The third one was Eric. He was the middle one, wild and crazy. He was 28, had been on the team as a defender for four years now, and made sure everyone knew his opinion on any given subject.

Jack, the youngest of the brothers, was a sweet kid, but just that, still a kid in many respects. He had the talent and a good heart, but he needed to grow up. He was 25 and still trying to figure out many things about life but was too stubborn to listen to anyone's advice. Finally, there was Y/N , the youngest out of the five children and the only girl. You  grew up tough and headstrong, just like your brothers. Your mother made sure you was balanced, though, so she had put you in dance as a little girl, and you had loved it. You still went to classes and taught little ones occasionally. Your brothers were always there in the front row to cheer you on then give noogies after. You are 24, but most people thought you were older because of how you held yourself.   

All 5 of the siblings looked alike, all athletic, tall, and toned the brothers ranging in muscle definition. All five had dark brown hair and deep blue eyes. There was no denying they were family. The dark hair came from your dad, and the eyes had come from your mom.  The whole family was here tonight, and you loved that. Everyone in the family had found a way to be apart of the team or organization in a job they loved. You loved being around your family and the constant support they gave. Your mom had started the Boston Bruins charity when your dad had been a player. She was still running it and was grooming you to take over soon. Being a Bruin was a family thing. You had all been born into it and loved every minute of it. 

You and Brandon were standing by the bar ordering drinks when you saw out of the corner of your eye, Henry and Eric walk up. 

"So, we all saw the slap that Ashley gave Jack, right?" Henry said in a cautious and questioning tone. 

"Yes, the whole room heard it. Did you see where he went?" Brandon asked cautiously. 

"No, but my guess would be the locker room, someone should go check on him?" Eric said, turning towards you. 

"Yea yea yea, I'll go. Even though one of you are married and ones engaged," she said over her shoulder, walking away toward the locker room. 

You found Jack sitting in his locker with a cold beer pressed to his face. head drooped down and fidgeting with his phone. "You shouldn't call her, "you said, pulling the drink away to check out the handprint on his face. It wasn't nearly as bad as it had sounded probably just stung. Ashley wasn't abusive, just dramatic. 

"Why? Cause she slapped me?" 

"No, because she gave the bartender her number about 15 mins before that happened. You made the right call. She didn't love you; she loved the status."

"I know I just thought she was the one at the beginning. "He sighed as you sat next to him. 

You sat there with him for a few minutes in silence. You knew he would be fine just needed someone to lean on for a bit, and sure enough, after about 10 minutes, he handed you his beer and stated with new energy, "There are plenty of fish in the sea. I just have to find the right one, right?!" Jack jumped up and started walking to the doors. 

"Yes, just please be safe and smart and maybe go home alone tonight," you shouted to him as he strutted out the doors. 

Slowly you took a sip of the beer and sighed, starting to take your shoes off, enjoying the silence. You heard the doors slam open and Jimmy Peters and his date for the evening tumbled though not breaking the sloppy kiss and handsy embrace, they were tangled in. They never noticed as you grabbed your high heels and beer and left the room. You were in the hall on the way back, laughing to yourself about the thought of giving Jimmy a hard time the next time you saw him when you heard the classic catcall whistle from behind you. 

You turned to find Ian Kildern, one of the team's defensive players. He was 6'4" muscled more than the average hockey player and curly brown hair with deep green eyes. His tux was well altered; it hung perfectly on him, showing his broad shoulders and narrow waist. Ian was an excellent player, smart, lightning-fast, and a great leader. He was 26 and had been in the league since he was 19. The Bruins had picked him up four years ago when his contract had been up with the Tampa Bay Lighting. You were friends, but you were closer to other players, and usually only had a small talk with easy, polite jokes. 

"Y/N, you clean up nice." He said in a semi-serious, mostly mocking tone.

"Shut up, Ian. Don't you have a date to dazzle like the rest of the team?" you said in a cheeky and light-hearted tone. 

"No, actually Kelly and I broke up last weekend."

"Oh, that's right; her name was Kelly, and I'm so sorry to hear that after a week together, you had to call quits. You must be devastated. You said with a wink. Knowing fully, he had never planned on keeping it serious. Ian didn't sleep around a lot, but he also didn't keep girlfriends long. 

He chuckled, "Yeah, she was allergic to my dog." He changed the subject when he noticed the bottle in your hand, "You drinking alone - drowning your sorrows?"

"No, actually," you said in a matter of fact tone, "I was consoling my brother."

Ian's face squished up, and he sucked in a breath, "Yea, I saw - well heard the slap. Is he okay?"

"He's fine. It's his pride that's hurting more than anything, although he won't admit to it", you explained on a sigh. 

"Well, I'm glad he's okay. It's tough trying to figure everything out—the balance between the game and social life. Suddenly having money and not know if women want you the status or the money. It can be a rough and bumpy ride.” He said with an understanding tone. 

"You sound like you have some experience, but you seemed to have figured it all out." 

 "I had my mistakes and issues, but the key difference is I didn't have a last name that's attached to 2 legends. Jack has a whole lot more spotlight from the league because of your dad and oldest brother. I could make my mistakes in private." 

"So, you had a girl slap you in front of your entire team and about 45 VIP guests?" you questioned, intrigued to hear his answer. 

"Okay, well, no, I never had that, but I did have a date throw up on me at an event one time. Rachel Madison, I'll always remember that name now. She hadn't eaten all day and then started doing shots of tequila. The smell was horrendous. It was like...

"Ew, I don't want to know! Please stop you win. That's disgusting." you fussed, cutting him off and giggling at the idea. 

"Well, then, Miss. Date Judger where is your perfect event plus one this evening." He asked mockingly, looking around the hallway you two were slowly walking down. 

"Oh, I don't ever bring a date to an event that mom and I are running. I did once or twice and always felt bad that I left him standing somewhere while doing things for the event, plus dating in my life is hard. They tend to get offended when I know more about the game or jealous when I spend all my time here at the arena with you guys OR my brothers bully them, and they can't take the heat." 

They had almost reached the doorway to the main lobby, where the fundraising event was when Ian's ear perked up as he heard his favorite song come on. It Had To Be You by Harry Connick Jr. He grabbed your hand put the bottle of beer on the floor, and stated softly, "It's a great song - I wouldn't want it to go to waste since you don't have someone to dance with."

Surprised by the sudden change in tone, you lost your voice a little and had to clear it before asking, "Ian Kildern, are you asking me to dance?"

He slowly started to pull you into his arms, saying in a volume just barely above a whisper, "I guess I am. Are you saying yes?"

"I guess I am." you said, staring into his eyes and falling into the sway of his body. Still stiff at first, you slowly drifted further into the daze the music mixed with his look and tone of voice had caused, eventually allowing yourself to melt completely into him. Neither of you spoke to busy enjoying the moment. It had been years since you had slow danced, and you were enjoying being wrapped in someone's arms. Not just any someone, but someone who had made you laugh and had been having a good conversation with, not to mention he smelled incredible. 

Ian couldn't believe he was dancing again. He had stopped bringing dates to events because it always fell short of what he wanted the evening to be. But with Y/N, he couldn't help but notice you laugh at his story or the way you had softened and molded to him as you danced. Hand in hand, his left hand rested at the small of your back, your head resting on his chest right hand on his shoulder. You felt good in his arms. He felt something different for you, something he hadn't felt in a very long time. The music drifted away as the song ended, and you both stopped swaying. You pulled your head back but didn't pull away; you just looked at him, waiting for him to speak first, but Ian didn't want to say anything anymore. The smell of your vanilla perfume. The blush that had risen in your cheeks, the way you were waiting for him. He wanted to kiss you. He wanted to feel those soft pink lips pressed to his. Before he knew it, you were wetting your lips and starting to lean in because you had wanted it too. Never one to miss the opportunity; he leaned in and pressed his hand into your back more, drawing you closer. He was a whisper away from you when Jimmy and his date exploded from the locker room with laughter, pulling the two of you apart. Jimmy and his date rush by you and unseen to the car in the parking lot. 

"Well, it's late. I should be going," Ian said, trying to hide the disappointment that the moment was gone from his voice. 

"Uh, yea, it's late. I should be finding mom to see if she needs help with anything. Good night Ian and thank you for the dance.", you said, turning and walking away before he could say or do anything. 

It took a split second for him to decide, but he had made his choice he wanted her. He wanted to hold, kiss, love, and keep Y/N forever. 

[hockeylvr59]

What Happens in Vegas || Jamie Benn

Requested: [ ] yes [x] no

Authors Note: So I’m not a doctor/chiropractor but I have worked for one for a few years so I have a little more than an elementary knowledge on the subject. If there are any inaccuracies though, I don’t claim to be an expert. Also, the concept for this was supposed to be porn without plot but it’s more plot with a little porn...oops.

Also if it wasn’t obvious, this was inspired by the Stars recent Vegas trip. 

Warnings: SMUT, insecurity (plus sized reader)

Word Count: 5,270

“What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas.” That was the motto your friends were currently planning to live by at least.

Having touched down late last night, this was your first full day in Sin City. You’d come with the girls in your class for a girls’ weekend to celebrate graduation...the end of eight years of higher education. After four years of undergrad and another four spent studying the human nervous system, you’d walked across the stage and received your diploma last week and it was only boards that stood in the way of officially being a licensed physician.

‘Dr.’  was a title that you had worked your butt off to earn and while there were a lot of people that would say that you weren’t a real doctor, you’d completed a course load that was similar to that of medical doctors. In your mind, being a chiropractor was a way to assist people in the pursuit of real wellness goals, to fix the real problems that caused so many diseases, to really help people instead of just treating the symptoms.

Nonetheless, this trip was to forget about the crazy amount of information you had crammed into your brain and instead to take a step back and relax. Though, you had a different definition of relax when compared to your friends. They had plans to find and flirt with as many hot guys as possible, to gamble, to drink, and to take in the full experience of Vegas nightlife.

Your plans....well they were a lot more mellow. At the top of your list was the Mob Museum followed by the Natural History Museum and the Springs Preserve. After that...well you’d maybe take in a show, walk the strip to see the sights, nothing too crazy. This morning though, they’d found out that there was a VIP pool party and had somehow managed to talk their way into it, dragging you along.

Knowing that they were going to spend their entire time flirting with every guy in sight and drinking way more than they should, you really didn’t want to go but decided not to fight them. Instead, you threw a bottle of water, some sunscreen, and a book into a tote bag and headed down to the lobby to meet them after changing.

As you entered the pool area you immediately cursed to yourself as you realized that the VIP pool party you were at was filled with members of the Dallas Stars hockey team. None of your friends followed hockey closely, though the looks they were giving you told you that they were aware of exactly what they had dragged you to. Biting your lip, you stretched onto tiptoes in order to find an empty lounge chair off to the side so you could slip away from the main happenings. You could name at least half the players that were drinking and being fawned over by every woman present and to say it was an intimidating sight was an understatement.

See...you didn’t look like those girls. You didn’t even look like your friends. Though you were a doctor, your health journey hadn’t been easy and was very much still a work in progress. While all the other girls here were dressed in skimpy bikinis, you had a pair of Bermuda shorts on covering your swim bottoms (and your fat thighs) and your olive green bikini top was mostly hidden under your sheer black cover-up in an attempt to make you a little less self-conscious.

Spotting a chair, you waved at your friends to have fun before crossing the pool deck and settling yourself down. Sprayed with sunscreen and with a book in hand you let yourself get lost in the world created by the author. This was the first book you’d read that hadn’t been about the human body in almost a year and so it was easy to forget about where you were and let your mind wander.

It had to have been at least a half an hour later when you set the book on your knee to take a swig of your bottle of water. Scanning the area for your friends you nodded to yourself seeing them laugh and flirt with whoever would pay them mind. When your eyes met the deep brown of the Stars captain, your mouth went dry again and you sent him a polite smile before returning to your book. What you didn’t know was that he’d been eyeing you since you walked through the doors.

Other members of the Stars had noticed though and were shoving Jamie, urging him to approach you. He didn’t, but at least twice more when you looked up from your book you caught him watching you, causing him to quickly look away and return to his friends and teammates.

Hours later, when you were certain that any longer in the sun would cause you to come away with a nasty burn, you collected your things and slipped your sandals back on. While you debated getting food, a nap sounded like a much better idea and so you decided to head back up to the room for a bit. Texting your friends that you were leaving and would meet up with them later for food, you headed back inside and stepped into the elevator, pressing the button to take you back up to your room.

Just before the elevator doors shut, a hand reached in to stop them and you swallowed hard as Jamie Benn stepped into the enclosed space with you, pressing the button for his own floor. Glancing up at him for a moment you wondered if he had followed you or if this was just a coincidence. The latter seemed more realistic but also more unlikely. Then again you were probably just imagining him staring at you.

Reaching into your bag for a hair tie, you pulled your dark locks onto the top of your head, trying to allow the cool air to reach the back of your neck. After a moment, the man next to you cleared his throat and when you looked over at him he was rubbing the back of his neck, his eyes focused on you.

“You uh...you really came to a party to read huh?” He finally declared, his eyes going a bit wider as he thought about how that may have sounded. “I mean uh...not that there’s anything wrong with that. I just...it was different.” He finally mumbled, shaking his head as if he regretted opening his mouth at all.

A blush flooded your cheeks and you shifted your weight nervously on your feet.

“Well, I guess different is probably a good word to describe me then. I’m not the social butterfly that my friends are, and no offense but you guys are a bit intimidating.” Braving a glance up at Jamie you saw his face scrunched in confusion. “I mean it's not every day you’re surrounded by a bunch of NHL players and I know you’re probably all normal guys but…” Thankfully the elevator reached your floor and allowed you to trail off. “This is me.” You whispered, adjusting your bag on your shoulder before stepping out of the elevator.

In a way, you were relieved when Jamie didn’t follow you and after closing the door to your room, you flopped down on the bed. What you didn’t say was that you knew that you definitely weren’t their type...you weren’t blond or tiny...and so reading seemed far better than making a fool of yourself.

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You’d met the girls for dinner downstairs and then they’d headed off to get ready to go out to the clubs. They’d tried to get you to go with them but you weren’t really in the mood for loud music and drunken people. Instead, you were going to walk around the hotel, maybe take a late night swim if the pool was somewhat empty or sit in the hot tub for a while.

Having slipped back into the same outfit from earlier you headed out for a walk and when you reached the pool area you saw that it was fairly quiet considering. There was one person in the hot tub but it wasn’t until you’d already started stripping down to your suit that you realized that once again you’d come across the Stars’ captain.

For a moment you’d debated redressing and leaving but then Jamie turned his head having heard you moving around and for some reason, he smiled.

“Mind if I join you?” You murmured softly, not wanting to interrupt if he wanted to be alone. When he motioned for you to enter the water, you nodded, wrapping your towel around you until you reached the edge of the hot tub before laying it down and quickly slipping under the water, hoping that the man across from you wasn’t paying attention to the shape of your body. The water felt great and you stretched your neck as you let your muscles loosen up due to the heat.

Jamie didn’t say a word to you, though you could feel his gaze drifting toward you every so often. Eventually, the silence was overwhelming and you bit your lip before speaking.

“So...not going out to the clubs with the guys?” You questioned softly, causing Jamie to look up at you.

“Nah. Probably not.” At first, he didn’t say anything more and if this was how this was going to go you weren’t going to be staying long. “I hurt my shoulder in playoffs and it decided to flare up this afternoon.” He finally murmured. Wincing sympathetically, you nodded.

“I hope you didn’t tear anything.” You sighed, knowing hockey players frequently played through injuries that they really shouldn’t. You weren’t sure if he would tell you what had happened and you didn’t expect him to though your comment may have suggested otherwise.

“Just a strain.” He replied, closing his eyes before leaning his head back, dipping his large body further into the water. When he reached up to fix his hair you could see him wince and you shifted a bit closer unconsciously.

“Let me see.” You found yourself declaring softly, motioning for him to shift. “I’m a chiropractor.” You added hoping that you hadn’t freaked him out. He eyed you warily and you sighed. “I’m not going to treat you if you don’t want me to, but at least let me make sure you aren’t going to hurt yourself more…” You whispered pleadingly.

When Jamie shifted so that his back was to you, you couldn’t help but flush at how defined the muscles there were. His chest and abs were one thing but his back was something else. Gently, you first ran your fingers over his spine, judging his alignment, before you trailed out to the muscles of his shoulder, mentally mapping their connection points. Pressing gently you felt him wince when you hit a tender spot that must be the site of the injury. Tracking back toward his spine you felt a large knot in the muscle which was certainly not helping things.

“Well, no wonder it flared up…” You said softly. “You’ve got a pretty large knot going which is putting more tension on your real problem spot.”

“Guess I need to see a massage therapist.” He shrugged though the action made it clear that he was in a little bit more pain than he was admitting.

“Or you can let me take care of it now so you can stop hurting.” You declared, raising an eyebrow. “I got my massage license before starting chiropractic college to help pay the bills...I am quite capable of taking care of it as long as there isn’t anything there that I need to be worried about aggravating…”

When Jamie shook his head you backed off taking it as he didn’t want your help. As you moved to get out of the hot tub he quickly reached for your hand.

“Wait...I didn’t mean no I didn’t want you to help. I meant no there’s no prior injuries in that spot.” Nodding at his clarification you still reached for your towel and climbed out of the hot tub and when you looked over your shoulder Jamie was frowning.

“Are you coming?” You asked. “I’m going to need lotion if I’m going to do this right and there isn’t any here…”

Within seconds, Jamie was out of the water and was drying himself off as well and within minutes the two of you were headed upstairs. “My room or yours?” You questioned not sure whether a) he had lotion and b) he would have a comfort preference.

“Either is fine.” He insisted. “You’re the one lending your skills so I shouldn’t be picky.”

Leading him to your room you instructed him to lay face down on the bed while you gathered lotion and slipped a real shirt back onto your body. Settling onto your knees beside him on the bed, you warmed up some lotion with your hands before gently rubbing it over his skin to warm the area back up.

“This is going to hurt a bit but I’m sure you know that…” You muttered, digging your thumbs into the knotted area with significant pressure. You could use harder pressure if need be but didn’t want to hurt him too much since you didn’t know his pain tolerance. This pressure would work, it would just take a little longer. Jamie flinched a bit but as you worked the knot out he began to relax. Once the knot was gone, you instructed him to move his shoulder into different positions: along his side, up perpendicular to his body and then over his head so that you could assure that there wasn’t anything else there besides his injury which would take a little longer to heal.

“How does that feel?” You inquired wanting to make sure that beyond your assessment, that he noticed a difference and wasn’t feeling pain anywhere else. Sitting up, Jamie tested his shoulder out a bit more before a relaxed smile graced his face.

“Much better. Thank you...I really appreciate it.” Knowing that you had helped someone out of pain always made you feel good and you blushed softly.

“Good I’m glad. Make sure you see your chiropractor soon though, you are definitely in need of an adjustment.” You added not willing to do it yourself without having imaging and access to his medical history.

With Jamie just stretching a bit, you moved to the bathroom to wash the excess lotion off your hands. While still in the bathroom you sighed softly to yourself, examining your image in the mirror. Your skin was still flushed from Jamie’s presence and your hair was going crazy from the humidity of the hot tub. The shirt you’d thrown on really did nothing for you but you’d brought it because it was comfortable. Overall it was hard to love what you saw staring back at you and once again you felt the wave of insecurity being statistically overweight brought.

Taking your hair down to run your fingers through it you tried to talk yourself out of your self-pity. After a moment, you turned to return to the room and were shocked to find Jamie standing in the doorway watching you. The look on his face seemed concerned and his eyes were soft as he leaned against the doorframe.

“How long were you standing there, Jesus…” You questioned, as you tried to slip past him to exit the room full of mirrors. Instead of answering you right away, Jamie’s hand reached out to stop you from going anywhere.

“I know that look…” He murmured, his fingers reaching for your chin when you tried to look at the ground in shame. His touch caused you to swallow hard, not sure why he was still here and why he was looking at you like that. With his large frame blocking your escape from the bathroom, you were gently pressured back into the room, Jamie’s hands turning you to look at the mirror once more.

“I don’t know what you see when you look at yourself, though I feel like I could probably hazard a guess if I had to….” He spoke softly, the dulcet tone of his voice making your head swim slightly. “But I feel like I should tell you what I see...even if you may not believe me.” You wanted to panic, you wanted to kick him out of your room, but something deep inside you forced you to meet his gaze in the mirror instead, watching as he took in your body’s reflection.

“I see a woman who has incredibly strong but yet caring hands. I see a woman who has natural beauty without the need for mountains of makeup. I see a woman whose eyes just light up in a way that not many can. I see a woman who has this grace radiating from her. I see a woman who has curves a real man can appreciate. But most of all…I see a woman who has no idea the effect she has on men or just how sexy she is.”

Jamie’s eyes had gone dark and while he had yet to move his hands from your waist, you could practically feel them twitching with the desire to move, to touch. With his eyes watching you, Jamie waited for a moment before stepping closer, the length of his body pressed against your back. His mouth dropped closer to your ear and you could feel the heat of his breath against your skin causing it to prickle.

“You can pretend that you didn’t see me watching you today. But I’m not going to pretend that anyone else even began to hold my attention from the moment you walked through those doors. You intrigue me. You arouse me. I haven’t been able to get you out of my head all day. The guys tried to get me to make a move earlier but I was stubborn and I missed out. I told myself that if I saw you again I wouldn’t make that same mistake twice. And then fate dropped you right back into my life at the hot tub.”

The way he spoke, the words he said, they all caused your normally logical brain to fog. For a moment you didn’t even hear him continue to speak softly in your ear but when your brain checked back in you couldn’t help but gasp.

“If you’re not interested, that’s fine, I know how to take no for an answer….but if you are interested I can show you just how desirable you are.”

“You can’t be serious…” The words of disbelief left you without even a second’s pause. There was no way someone like him, someone who could have anyone they wanted, wanted you. Though Jamie had felt solidly pressed against your back before, he took another half step forward to be impossibly close and now the fact that there was a bulge in his swim trunks was impossible to deny.

“Feels pretty serious to me.” He teased and as he pulled back his teeth grazed your ear lobe gently causing you to squeak. “But I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to...so I need to know if you’re in or not.”

Looking back at the mirror, you couldn’t help but really take in the sight of the two of you together in the mirror. Instead of focusing on all of your insecurities, you took in the way his body looked pressed into your own and the way your skin was glowing under his attention. Meeting his gaze again, you nodded and seeing your assent, Jamie twisted you around so that he could kiss you.

You had never been kissed like this. It felt like every cell in your body was suddenly pulsing and you couldn’t help but moan into Jamie’s mouth as his hands moved from your lower back to your ass. Neither dared pull back until you’d run out of breath and just as soon as you’d pulled away, his mouth was back on yours again as he slipped his hands down to the back of your thighs to lift you up and carry you back to the hotel bed.

“Don’t hurt yourself.” You chastized, knowing that you weighed more than he probably should be lifting with a hurt shoulder.

“Shush...I’m fine,” Jamie mumbled as he dipped his mouth down to your neck, kissing and licking at your pulse point before gently nipping down at the skin there, surely leaving a bruise. Jamie had never put a shirt back on, so you decided to take full advantage, your hands roaming over all of the exposed skin, taking extra time to trace his tattoos. It was clear that he appreciated your touch as a shiver went up his spine and you smiled at his reaction.

Suddenly, Jamie had rolled so that you were straddling him and his hands moved to the bottom of your shirt. You had no doubt that he knew you’d be self-conscious once clothes started to come off so Jamie made quick work of the shirt and your swimsuit top before quickly returning his mouth to your body, this time pressing feather-light kisses over the tops of your breasts and down your sternum.

“God you're gorgeous.” He breathed when he pulled back so that he could pull you into another kiss. “Nothing sexier than a real woman.” He added, his hands moving to your hips to urge you to roll them down against his own. The pressure of his length against your core made you whimper, a sound which turned to a scream as he decided that moment was the right one to latch onto your breast, sucking your nipple into his mouth. His free hand quickly reached to roll the other between his fingers and you bucked your hips against his again, feeling your own arousal begin to take over.

You’d pressed your hands to his chest for stability earlier but after a moment you gently pushed his mouth away causing him to flop back onto the bed. You needed a moment to appreciate him and you couldn’t help but bite your lip as you teased your fingers over the planes of his muscles and then down over his stomach to his hips.

It was as you tucked your fingers under the waistband of his swim trunks that Jamie must have decided he wanted more control because he quickly flipped you back over, a knee coming to rest between your thighs as he hovered over you. This time it was his hands edging under your remaining clothing and you simply smiled up at him when he looked down at you. Though you wanted to quickly even the playing field, Jamie shook his hand and took your hands lifting them up above your head.

“No touching yet or this is all going to be over too soon…” He growled softly and the intensity of his gaze forced you to nod. Shifting back on his heels, Jamie took in your body and his stare made you shiver once more. “Seriously...you’re stunning.” He insisted, his hand brushing over your hip before dropping down to your knee which had parted to allow him to settle between your thighs.

“Jamie...please touch me.” You pleaded softly, the ache for release leaving you squirming and impatient. From its place on your knee, Jamie rubbed his hand up your thigh but refused to touch you where you really needed him.

“Hmm...is that what you really want baby?” He questioned, a smirk on his face as he took in the sight of how much he had already affected you. You frantically nodded, though at the same moment what you really wanted crossed your mind and it was clear that Jamie saw it in your expression.

“Are you sure that’s what you want? Because I think there’s something else…” He suggested his thumb brushing over your clit for just a second before he pulled away. “You can’t have it if you don’t tell me…” He added and you couldn’t help but twist your head as a laugh escaped your throat.

“Rumor has it that I can’t have what I really want either way.” You teased back, causing Jamie’s eyes to go wide. Before you could even blink he was completely on top of you again, almost crushing you under his weight as his mouth sucked a spot just under your ear.

“Rumors aren’t always true you know.” He whispered darkly. “So why don’t you tell me what it is that you want and maybe you’ll find out about this one.” Though Jamie’s voice was dark, a peek into his eyes showed that he wasn’t offended by your joke and you smiled back at him before raising an eyebrow.

“I guess so…” You started, you hands moving just enough to run through his hair. “Though I think you know what I want. I want your mouth on me. I want to feel the scrape of your beard against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. I want to feel your tongue on my clit.” The way Jamie’s eyes went wide again almost made it seem like he wasn’t expecting you to be so open with your desires.

After kissing you deeply, he made his way back down your body before ending up just where you wanted him to.

“Can’t wait to taste you.” He murmured before he dove into your core, making you moan out again at the feeling of his mouth and beard. The rumors were clearly wrong because there was no way this was Jamie’s first time eating pussy. Everything he did made your toes curl and whimpers to slip from your throat. You were very very quickly hurtling toward your orgasm and though you expected him to stop, Jamie just continued to eat you out as you spilled your juices all over his face.

Though your body tried to settle, it was hard with Jamie’s tongue lapping at you and after a moment, you pushed at his head needing a break from the sensitivity those nerves were experiencing. As he moved back up to kiss you again, making you taste yourself on his mouth, you slipped your hands down to push at his swim trunks, really needing his remaining clothing gone. He didn’t fight you this time, helping to kick them off of his body so that you were both finally completely nude.

Reaching between your bodies, you wrapped his length in your hand, stroking softly. While you expected him to be big, he was exceeding expectations. When you tried to flip positions to return the favor, Jamie shook his head kissing you softly before moving his attention back to your neck again.

“I’m not gonna last if you blow me. I need to be inside you.” He groaned, his words making you whimper.

“Condom?” You whispered and when Jamie threw his head back exasperated, you sighed. Of course, he didn’t have one, he’d just been at the pool with the bare minimum on him. For a moment you debated seeing if he trusted your use of the pill but then you remembered the stupid ‘supply bag’ one of the girls had made up for each of you. You’d shoved it in your bag without really looking at it but knowing her it was bound to have a few condoms.

Pushing Jamie off of you, you slipped out of bed and crossed the room to your bag, digging for a moment to find the gift bag, Dumping it out on the desk you smiled when your suspicions were correct and grabbing the condom you returned to bed.

“Thank god for friends right?” You commented, handing Jamie the condom and groaning at the fact that he had been stroking his cock while you’d been searching. “Holy shit Jamie…” You whimpered, the sight causing you to rub your thighs together in search of relief.

“Hmm...keep saying my name.” He urged, tugging you back onto the bed before rolling on top of you, his cock now sheathed in the condom.

“Jamie please…” You moaned, now feeling him pressed against your core but needing more. “I need you.” Leaning down to kiss you again, Jamie rested his forehead against yours for just a moment.

“I got you, babe. Going to make you feel so good.” His mouth swallowed your moans as he adjusted his hips and lined himself up with your core before slowly pressing in.

You had never been stretched the way that Jamie was stretching you now. Already you knew you were going to be sore tomorrow but it was going to be so worth it. As Jamie bottomed out inside you, you gasped at the feeling, a sound which quickly turned to a whimper because you needed him to move.

He didn’t make you wait long before he was pistoning his hips against yours, first slowly before settling into a more rhythmic pace once he was certain that he wouldn’t hurt you. With his body pressed over yours and his hands grazing over every inch of your skin it felt like he was everywhere and was completely overwhelming. You’d had sex before but it was nothing like this.

“More Jamie...more.” You moaned after a moment and Jamie thrust even harder into you, his free hand moving from its wandering down to rub over your clit.

“That’s it y/n...cum for me. You feel so good wrapped around my cock. I need to feel you, cum baby.”

You weren’t sure whether it was Jamie’s words or his actions that sent you flying to the edge before you even saw it coming and you screamed out his name as your body spasmed around him. Just as quickly as one orgasm ended another started and Jamie continued to praise you as you came again, pulling him along with you.

Rolling to the side so he wouldn’t crush you, Jamie slipped out of you before pulling you into his side and kissing your temple. For a moment you wondered if this was where things got awkward and he made some excuse to leave but instead Jamie pulled you into a soft kiss, his mouth moving leisurely over your own.

“Let me get rid of the condom and I’ll be back...promise.” He murmured as if again he knew exactly where your head was at. As promised he was back in less than a minute, this time bearing a warm washcloth to clean you up. Tossing the cloth aside, Jamie kissed you again before tucking his body around yours, pulling your head to his chest.

“God am I glad you showed up at the pool today.” He murmured, his fingers playing with your hair.

“I guess I am too.” You replied though you didn’t expect this to be anything more than a one night stand. Lifting your chin again, Jamie glared softly at you but didn’t say a word. If he was still here in the morning then you could discuss the ‘what now’, if not then well at least you had tonight. What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas and all that jazz.

The feeling of Jamie’s hands in your hair quickly lulled you to sleep and if you gained nothing else out of this trip than at least you knew that someone like him could want someone like you.

[seguinshands]

150 Faces

Pairing: Jamie Benn x Reader

Word Count: 1470

Warnings: Swearing, drunkenness, creepy dude makes an innuendo

Summary: The reader would do anything to spend more time with Jamie, her friend of two years who she had slowly fallen head over heels for. Even going to one of his “get togethers”.

Reader's POV

The house was packed. Jamie had promised no more than 50 people, and I had just barely, begrudgingly, agreed to come.

You can remember 150 faces. Even if I was calm enough to remember all 150, there still probably would’ve been at least twice that number. As it was, my vision was spinning without any alcohol. People kept bumping into me. I’d been there for 20 minutes, and I hadn’t yet seen Jamie.

Seeing Jamie could make my whole day better. That was the entire reason I’d even accepted his invitation. The dumb hopeful look on his stupid handsome face. Now, even with the prospect of seeing Jamie, I would rather be anywhere but right here.

In the crowd, I was the only one who was dressed somewhat modestly. Skinny jeans, a pretty blue off the shoulder top that was my favorite, my black boots that didn’t quite meet the knee. I would’ve fit in at a smaller gathering, one that reflected the type of person I thought Jamie was. The Jamie that I had been looking to impress. But every girl here was wearing crop top (or bras, I’m not sure I could tell the difference at this point) and shorts that barely covered everything. I felt horribly, terribly out of place.

There was a holler and then a cluster of yelling from my left, and I realized that some lanky dude was doing a keg stand. Does Jamie really know all of these people?

It was just so loud. There was a pounding bass and, just barely there, the line of rap. I couldn’t even make out what they were saying, something that I usually was able to do without a second thought. There were people screaming conversations at each other just to be heard. And my eyes felt like they were being assaulted by the flashes of bright light from phone cameras and the couples making out against every available surface.

All at once, everybody calmed down. Just a little bit. Raising my eyes to follow the gaze of the girl next to me, I blinked in surprise. There was Jamie, in all of his glory, clearly drunk off his ass judging from the way he was swaying on top of the counter. “Listen up!” he was yelling, breaking off to laugh before realizing, a full three seconds later, that everyone actually listening. “I have something really important to say.” He cleared his throat importantly. “I hate all of ya’ll! That’s it. That’s my announcement.” A group of guys behind him burst into cackles. His eyes flicked over the crowd, grinning widely. “Except for you, sweetcheeks.” He pointed crookedly to a chick in 5 inch hot pink heels and a mini skirt. “You could get it any day of the we-Holy shit!” Losing his balance, he toppled backward into his cronies. I took a step forward, face folding in concern, but all of them were laughing heartily.

Something came crashing into me and I yelped, nearly falling on my ass. Hands fastened around my forearms, yanking me upright painfully. “Woah, hey there, pretty girl.” The guy above me was tall, taller than Jamie (I wish I would stop comparing guys to Jamie), and even in the dark of the room, his hair was bright orange. His dark scanned me appreciatively, but it only serves to rub me the wrong way. His grip tightened on my forearms, and I squirmed. “You would look better with those hoop earrings, hair up.” He grinned, leaning closer. “And clothes on my floor.”

My stomach churned. “Not interested,” I said quickly, pushing away and trying to remember where the bathroom was, stumbling through the faceless people. Tears were pressing at my eyelashes, and I couldn't seem to recall where the front door was, either. I needed to get out. I needed to get out.

Finally finding my way to the bathroom, I shut and locked myself in. Taking deep breaths, I closed my eyes, trying to ground myself as I sank to the floor. The headache that I hadn’t realized I had pounded in time with the muffled beat. Swallowing down my panic, I pressed my hands into the carpet, reveling in the way it dug into my palms. It wouldn’t be long until somebody else needed this bathroom, but if I let myself dwell on that, I would never calm down enough to leave.

Wiping the tears from my cheeks, I stood and took a look at myself in the mirror. Somehow, by some miracle, my mascara had only run the slightest bit. I washed my hands once, twice. I still felt like shit. Striding over to the window, I threw it open. The cool breeze was undoubtedly a relief, but the rush of sound that it brought with it was unwelcome. There were somehow still more people outside. Overwhelmed again, I sat on the floor, back against the glass wall of the shower. Realistically, I knew that I couldn’t stay in there forever, but I wasn’t thinking realistically. I was thinking abstractly, wildly, not straight. Crazy.

Before I knew what I was doing, I was sending a message to Jamie. -I thought you said no more than 50 people?-

His response was surprisingly swift. -you here? where?- No apology, no welcome banner, not even an excuse. I stared at the three words on the screen for a long time before sliding my phone away from me, knowing it would just make me feel even worse. My stomach had just calmed down, my heart had just stopped pounding in my ears, my brain had finally become less frazzled. I didn’t need to read into a three word text like a teenage girl.

Shutting out the evidence of the corrupt, awful party surrounding me, I lay on my side and curled into a ball, trying to breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth. As time went on, I felt myself slipping away.

Panic jolted me awake as the door buckled under the force of somebody pounding at it. “Who's in there? Open up, goddammit!” I was so disoriented that it took me a full minute to realize who it was. Jamie.

My eyes flicked to the window and widened as I scrambled to my feet. The morning was climbing in the sky. Oh, God, I had passed out on the bathroom floor. How pathetic.

My thoughts were promptly interrupted by the sound of a key turning in a lock. Adrenaline rushed through me, like I had done something wrong.

The door slammed open and I squeaked, backing up to the wall.

Jamie stared at me, gaping, hair askew and shoulders slumped. “Y/N, what… You never… What're you doing here?”

Pushing down the emotions trying to rise up, I swallowed. “Just leaving. Don't worry yourself.”

As I brushed past him, however, Jamie reached out and snagged my arm. “Hey, whoa, what's wrong? I didn't mean anything by that, I just meant that you don't seem like yourself.” I wasn't allowing myself to look up at him.

“Nothing is the matter.” I cleared my throat. “Jamie, let go. That hurts.” He must've known that his grip wasn't strong enough to cause any damage, but he still released me quickly.

Turning on my heel, I made for the stairs. I was praying that Jamie wouldn't follow, but after a beat, his footsteps trailed after mine. “Wait, I know something is wrong. Please just tell me. I know that you were expecting less people and m sorry. Please tell me what I did wrong so that I can fix it.” There was a whine in his voice that peeved me beyond belief.

Taking a deep breath, I shot back, “Nothing, sweetcheeks.”

This time, Jamie stood smack dab between me and the door. “Wait a second.” His hands reached for mine and I yanked them free. “No, wait. Y/N, c'mon. Talk to me.”

“Move, Jamie.”

“Were you jealous?”

“Were you sober?”

I finally raised my eyes to glare into his. “We should talk about this,” he stated, taking a step closer.

Pressing my lips together, I dodged away from him, starting towards the door again, trying so hard not to cry.

“Jesus fucking Christ, stop leaving!” Jamie's hands fastened around my arms and pulled me toward him so quickly that when his lips landed on mine, I went slack from shock.

It took until he was pulling away, regret on his face, for me to realize what happened. He opened his mouth to deliver some grand apology, no doubt. Gathering all of my courage, I grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him down to me, kissing him again.

By the time we broke apart, we were both out of breath. After a moment, Jamie giggled. “You were so totally jealous.”

[littlemessyjessi]

Hey, guys!

So, in response to the overwhelming love for my plus size belly dancing imagines...I've decided to do a little series.  

I can't promise that they'll come out at rapid fire or that they'll all the same tone BUT they'll have a common denominator.

Plus size beauties doing some type of dance/artistic exercise.  

Bellydance, hooping, pole dance, aerial silks, latin dancing, yoga, all kinds of things.

So...send me your dances and ideas!  

Below, I've got a list of love interests in mind but if I'm forgetting something...just let me know!  

Comment and let me know if you're interested in seeing this and please, please, please don't be shy!  

Flood my ask box with requests because that's how I get the writing out to you guys!

Thank you, every one of you, for your lovely words!

I'm so thrilled that all of you like my writing.

It's very humbling and I feel so blessed!

Expect a few other posts within the next few days of some of the things you might see on my blog!

Thanks for listening, lovelies!

Listy listy list!!!

Thor Odinson (Thor) - Completed

Bucky Barnes (Captain America) - Completed

Nick Jakoby (Bright) - Completed

Mick Rory (Legends of Tomorrow) - Completed

Leonard Snart (Legends of Tomorrow)

Ivar the Boneless (Vikings) - Completed 

Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

Loki Laufeyson (Thor)

Bruce Banner/Hulk (Hulk and Avengers)

Steve Rogers (Captain America)- Completed

Tony Stark (Iron Man)

Natasha Romanoff (Avengers)

Clint Barton (Avengers)

Pietro Maximoff (Avengers)

Wanda Maximoff (Avengers)

Vision (Avengers)

Rhodey (Avengers/ Iron Man)

Sam Wilson (Captain America)

Sharon Carter (Captain America)

T'Challa (Captain America, Black Panther)

Peter Parker (Spiderman)

Chris Evans

Sebastian Stan

Charlie Hunnam

Travis Fimmel

Tom Hiddleston

Tom Holland (Spiderman) - COMPLETED

Lance Tucker (The Bronze)

Stucky (Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes x reader)

Lee Pace

James McAvoy

Bill Skarsgard

Alexander Skarsgard

Sidney Crosby

Tyler Seguin

Jamie Benn

Geno Malkin

Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead)

Norman Reedus

Paul Lahote (Twilight)

Emmett (Twilight)

Jasper Hale (Twilight)

Sirius Black (Harry Potter)

Remus Lupin (Harry Potter)

Damon Salvatore (The Vampire Diaries)

Klaus Mikaelson (The Vampire Diaries, The Originals)

Jay (Disney Descendants)

Stiles (Teen Wolf)

Derek Hale (Teen Wolf)

Isaac Lahey (Teen Wolf)

Liam Dunbar (Teen Wolf)

Theo Raeken (Teen Wolf)

Chase Collins (Covenant) - COMPLETED

Chase Collins (Covenant) - Captivated- COMPLETED

Pogue (Covenant) 

Tyler (Covenant) 

TJ Hammond 

Hal Carter (Picnic) 

Basically any Sebastian Stan character because I have no control, lol.  

If I'm missing someone just give me a hollar!

[hockey-x-imagines]

When the Sun goes Down || Jamie Benn Pt. 1

A/N: Here’s a new fic :) A while ago my mom was talking to her best friend about moving out close to us, and she had said “you can’t describe a sunset to someone who has never seen a sunset.” That gave me the idea for this series. I hope you enjoy this as much as you’ve been enjoying my other series. Feedback is always welcome :) I have an idea for a Bennguin imagine/short series I’m thinking about getting out. I should also be posting part 14 to Made to Last in the next few days as well as part 3 for Surprise..

The title is inspired by When the Sun goes Down, by Kenny Chesney & Uncle Kracker. 

Warning: Cussing and Drinking. 

Paring: Jamie Benn x Reader

P.O.V: Reader

Word Count: 1934

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While you sat there trying to decide on your standard black push up bra or your lacey push up bra to wear under your sheer mesh long sleeve you were required to wear to work, you remind yourself that quitting your job isn't a good idea. You were beyond irritated with your boss, tonight had been your scheduled night off, but as of 5 minutes ago you were needed at the bar. He had told you that Danny decided to not show up, but there was also a huge party coming in. Living in Dallas, it didn't take genius to guess who that party was most likely going to be.

You had settled on the lace bra paired with your favorite high waisted black ripped jeans. You knew you were supposed to wear heels, but you were pissed, so you slipped your white vans on and called it good. You did a simple smokey eye with a nude lip and left your hair straight. You knew you were in for a long night, and you weren't looking forward to it. On your way to the bar, you tried your damndest to find your happy place, you weren't successful.

Emerging from behind the bar you find the party is in full swing, yet no one seemed to be at the bar. For that you were grateful, it gave you the chance to get yourself a drink to get you going. Typically, you went for something you could sip on throughout your shift. Not tonight. Tonight, you poured yourself a shot of tequila.

"It's been one of those nights?" A deep voice with a soft undertone asked from behind you. Looking over your shoulder you see Jamie Benn behind you.

"Maybe or maybe I just like tequila." You laugh turning around. Your co-workers didn't understand how you could talk to any of the pro athletes or anyone with a status like they were just another person. The honest answer being you really didn't care who they were outside of the bar, when they came in, they were just another customer.

"You could, but I'd say you've had or are having a rough night." You had to hand it to Jamie, he seemed rather intuitive. Judging by his move you'd say the Stars were out celebrating a win.

"I mean, I was supposed to be off tonight, but was called in for a huge party." You playfully hint to the team coming in.

"Oh, well if we would've known it was going to disrupt a pretty girl's night off, we would've gone elsewhere." You welcome the light flirting. You figure it'll make the night go by a little smoother, and it's always nice to have an attractive man flirting with you.  

"I could think of worse reasons to be called in to work." Jamie flashes a dazzling smile. "Can I get you a drink? Or did you just come over to harass me?"

"I was unaware I was harassing you." He chuckles, "I was actually sent on a mission to get another round of beers, I just got a little sidetracked." He shrugs innocently.

"Better get this round back to the team." You hand him the beers in question. Nodding he walks offs towards the table where the team was gathered. You were grateful tonight was a slow night, there was only a handful of orders aside from the teams. During a short break you had taken, you went looking for your boss. "Hey, it's pretty slow there's no need for 3 of us behind the bar. Do you care if I took off?" You ask when you found him. He looks up from his desk and nods. Yet another thing you were grateful for. Grabbing your things, you step up front to let the others working that you were taking off. Neither seemed to care.

"I hope my supposed harassing isn't the reason you're leaving." Jamie calls out.

"Oh, but it is." You laugh as he fakes a wounded look. "It totally has nothing to do with me wanting to go home, since I didn't want to be here in the first place."

"Well, if you wouldn't have come in tonight, you would've robbed me the chance to meet you." You roll your eyes. You wonder how many times he's said that. "Hey there's no reason to roll your eyes, it's the truth. I have one more question before you can leave." He pauses and you look at him waiting for his response, "let me take you out. You seem like someone I'd like to get to know."

"I don't know about that. I typically go out with random men I meet at the bar." You giggle. Again, he pretends to look hurt.

"I'm not just a random guy, we had a conversation. Also, I won't stop until you let me take you out." Something tells you he's not kidding.

"Alright, I don't want to be continuously harassed." You sigh playfully. He does a little victory dance that puts a smile on your face.

"Good answer. I'm going to need your number. You know so I can confirm the details of our date." He hands you, his phone. You quickly type in your number before handing the phone back to him. "You can go home. I wouldn't want to keep you any longer."

"Thank you for your permission." Moving around Jamie you rush out to your car. You didn't expect to hear from Jamie again. You figured he had been drinking and probably wouldn't remember you in the morning, so you didn't get your hopes up.  After getting home you had almost fallen asleep immediately.

The next morning, you had woken up to several messages from an unknown number.  

I'm sorry if I came off as harassing you. I wasn't meaning to.

I don't think I'm that sorry though, I got your number and a date.

Oh, by the way this is Jamie Benn.

You found yourself laughing at the last text. You thought about replying but decided to hold off. Only because you knew he had been drinking, and if you had any doubts about it, his texts confirmed your suspicions. You start your morning with a shower since you skipped it after work last night. As you were getting dressed your phone had started ringing.

"Hello?" It was an unrecognized number.

"Hey pretty lady." You were fairly certain it was Jamie. "You never gave me your name last night."

"Uh, who is this?" You wanted conformation, before you go giving random people your name.

"Ouch, you don't remember?" He chuckles. "It's me, Jamie."

"I had a feeling. If I remember correctly, you never asked."

"I think you might be right. I may have been a little tipsy last night." Jamie elaborates. "I'm asking now, and I also called to ask if you wanted to meet up for coffee."

"Y/N, and sure we can meet up for coffee." You smile. You hadn't made coffee quite yet and you needed some. "Where are you thinking?"

"I'm not going to lie. I didn't think you were going to agree. How do you feel about Starbucks?" His answer has you laughing.

"Starbucks works. Text me which one, I've got to finish getting dressed before I can leave the house."

"Well, maybe you should stay the way you are and I'll bring the coffee to you." Jamie chuckles.

"Mhm, I think you should at least by me dinner first." You fire back disconnecting the call. You look down at the start of the outfit you had put on deciding to put a bit more effort into the outfit. You take off your sweats and throw on a pair of black leggings and a simple white crop top. Your hair is thrown up in a messy bun and you skip makeup. With your shoes on and keys in hand Jamie sent you the Starbucks location closest to you. You thought that was a bit odd, but brushed it off. He could live in the area, or just be in the area.

Walking in you spot Jamie almost immediately, his face lighting up when the two of you make eye contact. Instead of walking toward you Jamie walks toward the counter and you follow.  With orders place you find a table to wait at.

"You look great this morning." Jamie smiles.

"Thank you, you don't look too bad yourself." There's a slight pink tint to his cheeks. Was he blushing at your subtle complement? That thought brought a smile to your face.

"Thank you. Tell me about yourself?" You hated that question. You never knew how to answer without oversharing.

"How about you ask me questions?" Before he could respond the barista called out his name. He quickly got up to retrieve your drinks. His movements almost looked like he was running from your question, you didn't think that was logical, so you dismissed that thought.

"Are you new to Dallas?" He placed your drink in front of you.

"Yes, and no?" He cocked his head to the side with a questioning look plastered over his face. "I'm originally from Dallas. I moved to Las Vegas after I graduated, and I moved back about a month or so ago."

"Ah, what was in Vegas?"

"It was somewhere new." You shrugged.

"Why'd you move back?" Jamie asked taking a sip of his coffee.

"Life got a bit rocky, I had several relationships blow up in my face and I wasn't having fun anymore." In a span of what felt like days, you had a falling out with what you thought was your best friend, lost your boyfriend, and honestly your whole friend group.

"I see. What caused the blow up?" You really haven't really told anyone the details of what happened. You found it strange you were willing to spill all the details to a stranger you had only met the night before.

"The guy I had been dating at the time had started to cancel plans we had made frequently, which I thought was strange but didn't read too much into, until my birthday. Not only had he canceled on me, but so did my best friend, which had red flags popping up. I had thought they had been sleeping together. They weren't. She had hooked him and some stripper up in return for him hooking her and his brother up. The four of them made plans on my birthday. After finding out she helped him cheat, I lost it. Our friend group had sided with them over me, and I had lost my job in the midst of that shit show, so I packed up and came home."

"Well, that sounds like one hell of a shit show. You're better off without that dickhead." Jamie grumbled. His phone started to ring. "Shit. I'm sorry, but I've got to get to practice."

"Thank you for the coffee, have fun at practice." You smile as he gets up.

"No problem, thank you for coming out with me. I'll talk to you after I get out." He pulls you into a hug before walking out to his car. Being wrapped up in Jamie's arms felt a little too right, and that freaked you out. You weren't looking for anything with anyone. You didn't know anything about him, but you were pretty sure Jamie was on the same page, and if he wasn't you couldn't fathom you would be the person, he'd wanting anything serious with.

The short drive home, you had come to the realization that you couldn't and shouldn't get attached to Jamie.