#New York rangers imagine

[wildrangers]

Millennium Falcon // Will Cuylle

Word Count: 1.3K

Summary: A belated, fluffy Christmas tale

Warnings: Cursing, fluff, barely proofread

What is the best holiday gift you have ever received?

As Hanukkah wrapped up and the countdown to Christmas began, you figured this would be the perfect question to ask the boys at practice. As you secured your phone in its tripod, you heard boisterous voices approaching from the locker room. You glanced up to see Alexis and Artemi reading the white board and you rolled your eyes as Bread made eye contact with you, mischief in his eyes, as always.

You’d started as a social media intern for the New York Rangers a couple of seasons ago and had happily accepted a full-time position upon graduation. While Panarin enjoyed teasing you, he was also a fan favorite and knew it. So, you weren’t surprised when he walked over with a big grin, “Flip phone.”

“I’m shocked, Bread, truly” you teased, earning you a giggle before he skated onto the ice. Alexis, like many of the guys, said hockey sticks while they were growing up.

Jonny approached with a smile and you were curious what gift was making him so happy to think of, “Me and my younger brothers got paintball guns when we were younger.”

“Do you still have them?”

“Back at my parents’ house, probably. Why, did you and your boo want to borrow them?” he teased and you felt your skin grow warm at the comment.

“Hey now!” you heard a voice call from just behind Jonny and you felt your nerves settle as Mika’s smiling eyes met yours. He nudged Jonny onto the ice before responding, “Xbox maybe?”

You mouthed him a quick thanks before he glided onto the ice. As the guys cycled past, most humoring you with an answer, you finally saw your boyfriend emerge from the locker room. You watched as his eyes skimmed the whiteboard, a small smile quirking up the corner of his mouth.

“Star Wars Lego” he said confidently, drawing a laugh from your lips. Your giggle seemed to make him falter as he continued, “Ugh…yeah.”

You met his eyes with a quirk of your eyebrows, daring him to continue.

“…Millennium Falcon!” he finished, earning him another laugh and shake of your head as he retreated to his teammates on the ice.

“What was that about?” Kreider asked, head quirked.

“I guess he’s taken up manifesting, because that’s all he asked for for Christmas this year” you replied and Chris laughed, promptly going onto the ice to chirp Will.

***

A few months ago, just as the weather was starting to cool, you’d surprised Will with a trip to the Lego store in Times Square. As much as he complained about the crowds, his eyes had lit up like a little kid once you were actually in the store. It hadn’t taken long for him to locate the display Millennium Falcon and he’d glanced back at you, eyes wide in excitement.

“Can we get it?” he asked and you laughed at his request.

“This may shock you, but you’re an adult and can get whatever you’d like” you teased, lightly pinching his side beneath his coat before settling your hand there. He hummed in thought at your response and flipped the box around to check the price.

“Holy shit, that’s highway robbery” he sighed, placing the box back on the pile.

“Maybe Santa’s elves will get word to the big man ahead of Christmas” you’d joked, honestly surprised yourself at the price.

“Do you think so?” he’d kidded back but you’d also seen the hope in his eyes that maybe he’d end up with the set beneath the Christmas tree after all.

***

As the holidays grew closer, you’d gotten more pleased with yourself for going back the next day to get it for him. The brief holiday break wouldn’t give him enough time to travel home to Toronto and his family wasn’t able to make the trip to New York until New Year’s. This would be his first year not being able to see his family for Christmas and you knew it was hitting him harder than he let on. Of course, the Lego set wasn’t the same as his family’s presence but you hoped it would bring him joy nonetheless.

Christmas morning, you were woken by Will snuggling deeper into your side.

“Merry Christmas baby” you mumbled, kissing the top of his head. 

“Merry Christmas” he responded, half-heartedly.

“Presents?” you asked and he chuckled before looking up at you.

“Presents” he agreed and you two quickly scrambled out of bed.

As you approached the tree, you noticed his eyes scanning for a box big enough to hold the Millennium Falcon set. You smirked as you leaned down to grab a small box to hand to him as he settled on the couch. “I know we agreed to keep it simple this year, so I hope you like it.”

“Baby, I’m going to love it” he promised, pressing a quick kiss to your lips as you sat down beside him. He carefully peeled back the wrapping paper and opened the small box with the note inside: Find me under the bed. His confused eyes met yours and you shrugged, feeling suddenly shy about him finally opening his gift.

“What are you up to?” he questioned, ruffling your hair gently as he retreated to the bedroom. “Babe!” he called and you grinned at the barely restrained excitement in his voice.

“Yeah?” you giggled as he re-entered the living room, giant box in his arms.

“You didn’t” he laughed, tearing into the wrapping paper as soon as he set it on the table. “Babe! We said we were keeping Christmas small!”

“I mean, I kept it to one gift…” you mumbled, nervously chewing your bottom lip at his shocked expression.

“The best fucking gift ever” he argued back, scooping you into his arms as you held on, giggling. “I can’t believe you did that; you didn’t have to, baby.”

“I wanted to and I’m glad I did” you replied, connecting your lips together once he stopped spinning around in his excitement. “I love you.”

“And I love you” he replied quietly, warm brown eyes locked on yours. “Now I don’t have to worry I over did my gift.”

“William!” you teased, hopping down from his grip. “You shouldn’t have gone too crazy.”

“You’re kidding me, right?” he chuckled, pointing at his Lego set and you had no response to that except to sigh as he settled you on the couch, telling you to close your eyes. You did as instructed, holding out your cupped hands, waiting nervously until a small piece of metal nestled into your palm. You opened your eyes in confusion, taking in the delicate metal key on a silver chain in your hands.

“I’m confused” you admitted, eyes rising to see his deeply reddened cheeks.

“Well, your lease is up in February and I’ve crashed at the Trochek’s long enough…would you want to get a place with me?” he asked, nervously scratching the back of his head.

As his words sunk in you squealed in excitement, shooting up to wrap him in an embrace, “Yes, of course!” you pulled away just enough to cup his face in your hands. “You didn’t need to get so nervous, silly.”

“I mean, it’s a big step, I didn’t want to assume…” he mumbled and you quieted him with a soft kiss. His large hands gently landed on your hips, pulling you flush against his frame and you lost yourself in the feel of him. He pulled away for air, resting his forehead against yours. “I can’t believe it” he said quietly and you smiled.

“I know, our first place together!” you said excitedly only to follow his gaze to the box on the living room table. “…you meant the Lego set, didn’t you?”

“Babe, it’s the Millennium Falcon!”

A/N: I hope you enjoyed, thanks again to the lovely anon who requested Mr Cuylle 💕 I'm including the TikTok that inspired this below for anyone who missed it. I am slowly recovering from COVID so I am going to actually continue my 1989 Vault Track series now…

~The inspo~

[ilyasorokinn]

ooh and a alexis lafreniere blurb, maybe halloween/spooky season themed?

I HEART NY

i literally had to look up couple's costumes on tiktok, and the idea for this blurb was born out of the first costume from the first video i saw lol. if you're curious about the costume, here's the video (it's literally the first costume).

halloween was, without a doubt, your favorite holiday. you loved the decorations, you loved the treats, and of course, you loved dressing up.

alexis, on the other hand, could not care less about it. he loved it because it made you happy, but beyond that, he didn't share the same love for the holiday as you. he did agree to your couple's costumes every year because, again, he loved to see you happy and what else was he going to dress up as?

so, he went along with your costumes and dressed up as prince phillip and you were aurora from sleeping beauty, woody from toy story while you were little bopeep and your dog was a sheep and even the love interest from a taylor swift music video. alexis was like your own personal ken doll.

sadly, halloween was on a weekday and you had work, so halloweekend was what you had to look forward to. you had your costume planned almost a month in advance.

"lex!" you called out, bursting into your apartment with a package in hand, "it's here!"

"what's here?" he asked, looking up from whatever he was doing confused.

"the last piece of our costume." you smiled, ripping open the package and showing it to him, "look, it's perfect."

he couldn't help but smile when he saw the smile on your face, "perfect."

when saturday, the day of the party, came, alexis noticed an extra pep in your step as you were getting ready, "i don't know if I've ever asked, but why do you like halloween so much?" he asked, watching you get ready from where he was sitting on the edge of the bathtub.

you stopped what you were doing and thought about it, "i liked dressing up when i was a kid. but you had to grow out of that, so now i get to dress up again and it's fun." you explained with a smile and a shrug.

you helped alexis with the finishing touches on his costume, then you were out the door. this year, the kreiders were in charge of throwing the party, so when you knocked on their door and chris answered, he couldn't help but smile when he saw what you were dressed up as.

you lived in new york, so your costume was perfect in every way. you were dressed up at the statue of liberty while alexis was a new york city tourist, decked out in one of those touristy 'i <3 ny' shirts.

"you guys look great." he complimented, stepping aside and letting you in, "as always," he added.

"thank you." you smiled, accepting the drink he was offering you, "so do you."

the party went on as normal. drinks flowed, and a giant group picture was taken of everyone in their costumes. but right as you and alexis were about to leave, chris' wife stopped you at the door, "wait, before you go." she called out, and you turned around, sharing a look of confusion.

"well, chris and i decided that whoever had the best costumes, to us, would win a little something." she pulled out two halloween-decorated bags from behind her back.

"wow, thank you so much." you smiled, hugging her.

"yeah, thank you." alexis hugged her, taking the bags from her.

"well, it couldn't have gone to anyone except you. you always have the best costumes, every year." she nudged you.

"thanks." you smile bashfully. you said your goodbyes and then made your way towards your car where you dove into the bags, "candy." you hummed, ripping into one of the bars.

"okay, if there are gifts invovled next year, i'll dress up as anything you want." alexis told you as he took a bite of his own piece of candy.

"you do that anyways." you teased, kissing his cheek.

taylor's tumblr-versary!

[swissboyhisch]

HOCKEY DISCORD INTEREST

Hey everyone,

I’m curious about something. If I was to make a discord server for hockey fans. Would anyone be interested? I haven’t made it yet but I will be later today. I want to get an idea of interest

We could do watch parties, talk hockey, find others to write/edit. I know I love coming up with fic ideas but I’m not the best at writing them. Maybe people would like the constant stream of writing ideas. So much we could do.

My name is Erin, I’m 22 and from Australia so I don’t have many people to talk NHL and more with. I though this could be a fun idea to make friends all over the world who share our passion.

Would be appreciated if y’all reblog ❤️

Like, comment on the post or message me if you’re interested!

[hattywatch]

J. Vesey - July For the Whole Year Ch. 1

A/n: Hello all! It's been a while, but I'm still lurking about. I heard that Jimmy was back on the table for the Rangers a few months ago and started this, with endgame in mind that he'd be back and NOW HE IS. I decided to do chapters so it's easier to consume. We're clocking about 35 pages currently. It's about 90% completed, so the subsequent chapters should be up fairly quickly. This is 100% self-serving. I wanted a disgustingly long will-they-won't-they, friends to lovers, so I had to do it my damned self. Stop by, say hi, stay awhile; I read all comments, tags, messages etc- so don't be shyyyy!) Please check out my Masterlist (I finally made one!) if you want some more content :)

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August 2017

“PIVOT!” a decidedly male voice shouts from down the hall. You almost laugh, but it’s 8am on a Saturday and you don’t really want to commit to being fully awake quite yet. 

“Dude, that was not funny 2 floors down, and it’s even less funny now-” still male, but another voice answers back. 

It seems like Stella, the building manager, has finally found someone to let the large three-bedroom at the end of the hall. It’s been vacant for the whole summer, which was nice. The floor only has 2 other 1 bedroom apartments, so it’s been you and Mr.Callahan for the better part of 3 months. He’s a septuagenarian and hardly makes any noise, so it's been akin to having the entire 4th floor to yourself and it's been too short-lived for your taste. To say you were delighted when the last tenants moved out is an understatement. You haven’t had to vie for the elevator, wake up to any loud music, or have a sneezing fit- which aroused your suspicion of a contraband feline residing nearby. You’re sad to have it come to an end, but maybe they’ll quiet down once they move in. 

Rolling over, you wedge your face in between your pillows, successfully blocking the sound and falling back into a gentle doze. 

______

Two weeks later, you’re sitting on the rooftop deck, lounging like a dog in the sun, sipping an iced-coffee from the cafe down the street and reading a magazine when the rooftop door opens to a boisterous duo, mid-conversation. 

“Brady will do it again this year. You watch. No way he retires, he’s got too much left in him. Guy’s an animal-” they’re both tall, but the sandy haired one is loud, clearly from Boston- his R’s dropping at the end of his words, making “Year,” sound wrong to your ears, attuned for New York City. 

“I’m not doubting him, man. He’s just getting up there,” they sit at the table next to you, clad in swim-suits, clearly about to use the pool- the paint is chipped and worn, but the water is crystal blue and chlorinated enough that even the unwashed masses of the city can’t sully it. The small pool is your favorite perk of the aged building.

Hiding your eyes behind your sunglasses, you size them up. They're young, likely in their twenties and they're both fit as hell, thick and muscled. Not a bad sight, but you'd hate to leer, so you go back to your magazine, only half paying attention to the chatter next to you as it moves from sport to sport before they finally walk towards the water.

It's cold, you know it's freezing, which is why you’ve chosen to tan and not float around in the water. One of the kids in the building had an accident in it last weekend; it had to be drained and cleaned and it hasn't had the time to warm up yet. It seemed almost silly to refill it now, since there's barely two weeks left of summer, but who are you to complain?

“Jesus Christ!” You can’t really hold back the laughter even though you try, so a choked snort makes its way out despite your best efforts. The sandy haired one is only in the water up to his knees and the darker haired one hasn’t even started his descent down the pool steps yet, and you don’t want to be the creep eavesdropping and gawking, so you pull your magazine up a little higher over your face to hide. 

“You could have warned us! It’s fuckin’ ice cold,” he retreats up the steps and sits back in his chair on the deck. “I’m Kevin, I just moved here. This is Brady.” Kevin sticks his hand out to shake, and you drop Cosmopolitan onto the wire table in front of you to meet his grip. 

His handshake is strong and warm. “Here, New York, or here, this building?” you ask after giving him your name. Brady leans in after Kevin, hand outstretched, so you shake his too. 

“This building. I’ve been in New York a couple-a years now. But we just moved to this building a few weeks ago. We’re down on 4; us and our buddy Jimmy.” You nod and tell him you’re on 4 too, but then his phone rings and it’s Jimmy and he has pizza. They invite you down to eat, but you decline, wanting to soak up as much summer as possible before the weather turns biting and fall’s crisp air rolls into the city. 

“Nice to meet you! We’ll see you around. Don’t be a stranger!” They wave jovially as they continue through the rooftop door. They seem nice enough. Saving your magazine from the condensation sweating down your coffee cup, you pick up where you left off - “How to Find a Normal Dude on a Dating App,” and wonder how they can possibly pass the same garbage off as something new each month.

______

It’s 2 o’ clock in the morning, according to the glance you give at your way-too-bright phone, and you hear the scraping of a key in your lock. It’s scary because your building is generally safe, and you can count on one hand the number of people who have a copy of your key- Stella the building manager, your elderly neighbor Mr. Callahan, and one ex who you ended it with over 6 months ago. The latter is the only one that makes sense since you know Stella leaves by 8pm each evening and Mr. Callahan is in bed shortly after his early-bird dinner at 4pm. 

If it is someone with malicious intent, they’re certainly not trying to sneak in, they’re cursing loudly and wrenching the knob that refuses to turn. The console table next to your front door houses your keyring, equipped with a small can of mace, so you grab it before checking the peephole. 

“Kevin are you fucking kidding me?” You unlock the door and yank it open to Kevin’s sleepy face on the other side. His eyes are droopy and his smile is lopsided. 

“Heyyyy, what are you doing at our house?!” You’ve seen Kevin around often since meeting him and Brady at the pool a few weeks ago. He’s always coming to or from the gym, or grabbing take-out, or the bar- which is probably the case right now. Kevin is good people, so you can’t find yourself getting too mad at the disturbance. 

Pocketing your keys in your robe, you join him in the hallway. “This isn’t your house, you dweeb. It’s mine,” he looks slightly confused before spinning around in the hall at his surroundings. 

“I see the problem now,” you’re not sure that he actually sees much of anything, since he looks a little worse for the wear right now, but he looks down to the floor before smiling back up at you, “your doormat should have tipped me off… we definitely never bought a doormat.”

He’s wobbly at best, so you grab him by the elbow and steer him towards his door. “Your boys home? Who’s going to tuck you in, bud? Make sure you have some water and get to bed okay?” Kevin is having a hard time with his keys, so you take the tangled ring and try a few before giving up and knocking loudly. 

“Hey!! I have something that belongs to you!” Kevin giggles and rests his forehead against the wall next to the door. 

The locks on the other side make a metallic jerking noise before the door is yanked open. You assume it’s the elusive 3rd roommate, Jimmy, since it’s certainly not Brady. Kevin has mentioned him in passing, but your paths haven’t crossed yet in the few weeks since they’ve moved in. 

He sighs and steps out into the hallway to get a look at Kevin. “You’re kidding me. How did you even make it home?”

“He didn’t,” you interject, “well… he made it to the building and then he tried to get into my apartment. Damn near maced him. He scared the crap out of me.” Jimmy seems to notice you for the first time. 

He looks a little sheepish when he responds, “I’m so sorry, he’s harmless really. Just drank a bit too much, I’m sorry he woke you up. We’re still pretty new to the building, he must have been confused.”

You smile, “It’s okay. I live down the hall and we met a few weeks ago. Good for him actually… it’s bear mace, so...” Kevin is still leaning heavy against the wall when you look over at him. 

“Oh, yeah- Brady mentioned you, I think. (y/n)?” Jimmy leans against the door jamb, arms crossed, and smiles- warm, like it’s not an inconvenience for you to be knocking on his door dragging an inebriated friend home to be taken care of. 

“That’s me…” you pause, not really wanting to get into a conversation at this time of night, the siren song of your soft bed and warm covers calling you back, “Do you think you can give him some water? Maybe some aspirin and make sure he gets to bed?”

Jimmy nods slowly as you talk, before the words seem to land and he nods more vigorously. “Oh, yeah of course… I am sorry, though- again. Thanks for getting him home, I got him from here,” he pulls Kevin over the threshold of the apartment, but doesn’t follow him down the hallway yet. 

“I’m Jimmy, by the way- nice to meet you and thanks again for not pepper spraying Kev.” You step one foot backwards, still looking in Jimmy’s direction. 

“Anytime, Jim. Make sure he survives the night.”

Jimmy smiles and salutes, “You got it. See you around, (y/n)” with one last wave, he closes the door and you finally head back to bed, knocking out as soon as you hit the pillow. 

______

Sunday morning you sleep in until 10, you feel like you’ve earned it after your night was interrupted however, Sundays are also for cleaning, so while your coffee is brewing, you pick a playlist on your phone and turn it on, loud enough that you can hear it throughout your apartment, but low enough to not bother Mr.Callahan through the thin walls. 

You’re halfway through cleaning out your fridge, dumping expired items into the garbage pail and making a grocery list for things to replenish, when there’s a sharp knock on your door. It’s not like you’re expecting company, so you glance at the mirror in the bathroom to make sure you’re decent before checking the peephole and opening the door to Jimmy. 

“Good morning,” you’re cheery, invigorated by the 2 cups of coffee you’ve downed so far and the adrenaline from being productive pumping through your veins.  

He has a brown paper bag in his hand, and he smiles, a small blush high on his cheekbones, and you can tell he’s much more reserved than Kevin, who is gregarious, loud, and boisterous each and every time you’ve bumped him since the very first day you met. 

“Uh, hey. Good morning. Hope I’m not bothering you-” he pauses and looks for permission to continue. You didn’t notice last night, half asleep and bleary, but he has the same accent as Kevin and you peg him as a Bostonian as well. 

Shaking your head you assure him, “Not at all. It’s daytime, that’s typically when visitors are expected. Let Kevin know, I don’t think he’s heard.” You smile and he huffs out a small chuckle.

He hands the paper bag over to you. “Just wanted to thank you again for being so cool about last night. Kev had a rough week and he felt like shit this morning when he realized what happened. He’s still sleeping it off, but just a little peace offering.”

The bag has the logo of the cafe down the street, where you frequently grab coffees and breakfast when you’re running late for work. “I just grabbed some bagels and a bacon, egg, and cheese. Heard that’s the way to a New Yorker’s heart…” he stops awkwardly as you unroll the top of the bag, and peer inside, “You’re not a vegan or anything are you… I didn’t even think about that. Hope it’s oka-”

“It’s great, Jimmy. Did you want to come in? There’s a ton of food here and I just made a fresh pot of coffee.” You step to the side and hold the door open, giving him a clear path into the house. 

He smiles again, it lifts up higher on one side of his mouth. “One cup can’t hurt I guess,” he steps in past you, nose leading him to the coffee pot on the counter. 

______

Jimmy stays for a few hours, he’s easy to talk to, quieter than Kevin, but you can immediately tell he’s got a sharp wit and it comes out the longer he sits in your kitchen, hat backwards and refilling his cup whenever it gets low. You start off talking about Kevin over your bagels and coffee, before devolving into how they know each other (distant cousins who grew up in Boston- you were right about the accent), and then he’s happy to talk about back home, opening up a little and telling you all the best spots in town, “I’m a local, so you know they’re good. You can’t go off google, that’s not authentic,” and defending ‘Dunks’ against all other coffee in the known world. 

“An extra extra? What the hell is that?” You’re topping off his coffee, grabbing the sugar canister off the counter and putting it on the table in front of him. 

“Extra cream, extra sugar. Why, what do you call it here?” 

“Fucking disgusting?” You laugh at your own joke, adding milk to your coffee, “Light and sweet I guess? Tell me something else in Boston.” His posture is relaxed as he leans back in his chair and starts talking about the Harvard Library, of all things. 

You’re happy with how Jimmy opens up sitting in your kitchen on a Sunday morning- chore list forgotten with both of your dishes sitting in the sink. You haven’t felt self conscious for one second even though you’re in your pajamas, hair in a sloppy bun on your head as you compare childhoods in the largest cities on the eastern seaboard. 

The conversation has turned to Game of Thrones, and he’s putting up a pretty good argument for you to start binging it, “I swear it’s like a movie every week. The production value is incredible,” when there’s a knock on your door. 

“More people have knocked on this damned door in the last 12 hours than have in the last 3 years. Sorry Jim, one sec- let me see who that is.” It’s equal parts surprising and unsurprising when you see Kevin on the other side of the peephole. The easy choice is to let him in, turn back around, and walk him to the kitchen as he stammers out his apologies, trailing behind you. 

“Jimmy apologizes better. He brought food,” You take your seat across from Jimmy at your small kitchen table again, as Kevin looks visibly shocked to see Jimmy there, one eyebrow making its way up in question. Jimmy immediately turns bright red when he meets Kevin’s eye. 

He makes himself at home, leaning against your counter and opening up the paper bag before selecting a bagel. “Butter in the fridge?” you nod and he helps himself. “I was wondering where you went, bro. I’ve been up for hours and you haven’t answered one text. I was about to head to the gym to look for you.”

Picking his phone up, Jimmy grits his teeth, “Ah, sorry. Time got away from me. I was supposed to be training, but I stopped by to apologize- for your dumb ass by the way- and we got to talking, I didn’t check my phone.”

“I’m sure you didn’t,” Kevin tells him it’s no big around the bitten off hunk of bagel wedged in his cheek. “You got plans today, (y/n)?” He chews heartily before you shake your head no, and Kevin lists off about five things that he wants to do, clearly no longer plagued by a hangover. Jimmy meets your eye and you shrug. 

“Sure, let me get ready.” You haven’t had a friend in the building before, but it feels a lot like you just made a few.

[skjeinon]

This “bonus: breeding kink chris, where he just fucks you over and over until he knows you’re full of his cum. just absolutely blissed out from how full you are. omfgggg 🫠” PLEASEEEEEEEE

18+ again duh

of course i wanna just get through everything he’d say while he’s in his breeding frenzy.

- “fuck baby, i wanna fuck you full of this cum. all mine..”

- “we’re gonna have such pretty babies”

- “god damn you’re taking me so well.”

you guys don’t commit yet but you wanna indulge him in his massive breeding kink, so birth control it is. you guys work it out and before you know it, he’s absolutely in love with fucking you full.

imagine:

- he comes home from a late practice while you’re making dinner, while wearing his t-shirt and some panties, he loses it. it seems so mundane and he just can’t keep from having his hands on you. he bends you over the counter and fucks you, just muttering praises until he fills you up. he doesn’t let you put your panties back on, so you have to fight to keep his cum inside of you until after dinner when he can take you again.

- after someone on the team announces that they’re having a baby, it drives him mad. he knows he’s not ready yet but just the idea of getting you pregnant is absolutely blissful to him. you’re at a small party with the team at one of their big houses and end up sneaking off to a guest bedroom or some bathroom, and while he’s deep inside of you, he has his hand over your mouth. you try to stay quiet while he can’t help but continue to speak. he’s very vocal. not even in moans or grunts, but he just speaks. he keeps talking about how much he wants to fill you up and how good you feel. eventually his words turn into short “baby..” and “fuck” and “i love you” but he still sounds amazing doing it.

- he wants to try cockwarming but gets impatient so just fucks you, and when he’s finished filling you, you lay there so that he can stay inside of you.

[prettyboywoll]

☪︎ I need you - Matt Rempe ☪︎

pairing(s): fem!reader x Matt Rempe

warnings: not proofread, public sex (they don’t get caught), unprotected sex, and cock riding

WC: 557

Notes: first time writing for Matt. Not good at writing smut but I’m trying lol. this was rushed. anyways hope you guys like it<3

As you stood in the hotel room, your gaze swept across the space in search of a suitable cover-up. You felt a sense of urgency, as Matt had been pleading with you to join him at the beach for quite some time. Despite your best efforts, you were unable to locate any suitable options among your belongings. In an act of desperation, you reached for Matt's light blue dress shirt from his suitcase and quickly threw it on, hoping it would suffice as a beach cover-up.

walking out towards the balcony, you find Matt on his phone with his feet up on the table, shirtless, wearing his swimming shorts that made his abs look so hot. Feeling yourself become wet you squeeze your thighs together wishing it your 6’7 boyfriend was between them.

“Hi baby, you ready to go?” You asked him, grabbing the bag that was placed nicely beside him as Matt’s eyes trail down to your bikini and his dress shirt. He bites his lips, dropping his phone onto his lap to bring you closer to him.

“Give me a minute” He muttered against your stomach.

Bringing his hands to rest on your ass, his lips continue to dance along your skin on your stomach, enjoying the smoothness.

“Matty, don’t do this to me” you whined, wanting him to touch you where you needed him the most. Running your hands through his hair you tug at it when you feel him pull your bottoms to the side.

“I need you, baby.” He said, pressing his fingers onto your clit, moving in circular motions as your body begins to feel impossibly hot.

Matt’s hands leave you pull his shorts down, fishing out his hard member and pumping it with his right hand. You moan at the sight of the precum oozing out of his slit, saliva starts to pool quickly in your mouth. “You wanna ride me out here on the balcony” He ask with a smirk.

“Omg yes, please” You nodded eagerly.

“I’m not gonna last long just letting you know” Matt says as he continues to pump himself. quickly getting rid of you bottom you toss them aside not caring where it lands. His hands grip your waist to help you sink down onto his cock. Without any warning he starts to thrust up into you harshly.

“God I love your cock” you moaned, bringing your lips to kiss and bite at his jaw gently when you hear Matt groan, suck on his Adam's apple and kiss down to his collarbones leaving little marks.

“I’m so close, baby”

“Oh yeah? You gonna let me cum inside?” He slaps your ass when he feels you clench around him. When You feel him start to slow down, you place both of your hands on his chest and bounce hard on his cock.

“Yes. Come inside me, Matty. Make a mess”

You feel his cock swell, hitting that spot he knows so well, ejaculating hard, his hot, sticky mess coats your insides and he grabs your hips suddenly.

“Cum, baby- you can do it”

your head tips back letting out a silent cry when you cum. Matt takes his dress shirt off your body to unclip your bikini top and expose your breasts. He sucks harshly on your nipple causing you to moan out loudly.

“Round 2?”

[turcott3]

throw away

matt rempe x juraj slafkovský x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, kissing, smut, oral f and m receiving, unprotected sex, creampie, restraint, choking, and of course (can’t go without it) fluff <3

masterlist

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“you ready to go?” matt asks as you finish thre final touches on your makeup.

“yep.” you smile turning to look at him, standing in the hotel bathroom doorway.

“god you look gorgeous.” he says, smirking, eyeing you up and down.

“thank you.” you blush, zipping up your makeup bag up. you and matt had been “talking” for about a month now, you grew more comfortable with him by the day and were honored that he invited you to come with him to this offseason training camp.

“come on baby.” he says lowly, intertwining your fingers, pulling the room door open.

“so we’re going to a restaurant with all of the guys in your group?” you ask.

“yes but i wouldn’t exactly classify it as a restaurant. its more of a bar club situation.” he giggles looking down at you as you stood and waited for the elevator.

“what if i think one of them is hot?” you joke, locking arms with him.

“then go for it, i won’t stop you.” he replies pushing the floor one button. a response you did not expect.

“oh that’s um- i was joking.” you laugh nervously.

“well i wasn’t.” he replies kissing you on the head. you furrowed your eyebrows, concerned that you had done something wrong but you can’t think of a time you’d give him a reason to question your intentions.

“oh okay.” you say, sticking to your joke. surely you weren’t gonna be eye balling another guy. you had googly eyes the first time you met matt, there was no way you could react that way to anyone else.

“i trust you.” he smirks turning his head to look down at you. you could’ve melted into the floor at the way his eyes practically stared into your soul. you walk out to the rental car and he opens your door for you, making sure you were in your seat before shutting the door behind you. you loved his gentlemanly gestures even with no actual commitment. it was like dreaming.

“it’s a short drive.” he states, staring at the directions on his phone.

“i won’t drink.” you reply.

“me either.”

“okay then maybe i’ll have like one or two.” you giggle as he leans over the console pressing a kiss to your lips.

“yes, enjoy yourself okay?” he asks, his face inches away from yours, eyes locked on his.

“i will.” you reply, a blush creeping onto your cheeks.

“you’re so pretty.” he smirks, pecking your lips one last time before putting the car in drive.

-

like he said before, the drive was short. you two entered the building together, his arm holding you close to his side. it was crowded and the music was loud. quickly, you found yourselves hanging around some of the guys he befriended during the first few days of camp, getting to know them as you sipped on a drink. you being a decent lightweight, you were tipsy off the one drink and decided to cut yourself off. you enjoyed this feeling. tipsy but coherent and capable of controlling yourself, however, you cared a little less about the judgement you’d receive acting out.

“matt, can we dance? let’s go dance.” you beg holding onto his hands, pulling lightly.

“we’ll be back.” he giggles to the boys, allowing you to guide him into the crowded dance floor. the music blared as you turned your back to the boy, his hands running down your waist as you grinded back on him shamelessly, his grip on your body tightening occasionally. you grabbed onto his wrists, directing his hands onto your tits. he squeezed lightly over the fabric of your dress, a moan leaving your throat involuntarily.

“stop before i fuck you right here in front of all these people.” he groaned in your ear. you could feel him hardening through the fabric of his pants.

“so tempting.” you reply, turning around and running your hands down his chest and attaching your lips to his.

out of the corner of your eye you saw someone. tall, muscular, brunette, bright smile. you turned your head to get a better look as you hugged the side of your head to his chest. the guy looked straight out of a magazine. chiseled jaw line, defined cheek bones, hair that fell on his forehead effortlessly in the perfect places, you could hardly believe he was even real.

“matt.”

“yeah?” he asks looking down at you.

“i’m gonna go…. get another drink.”

“okay,” he pauses, “talk to a guy, i know that’s why you’re walking away right now.” he whispered with a devious smirk on his face.

“stop.” you shoved him with a red face as he chuckles, turning his attention to one of his friends. you approach the guy who was now standing alone at the bar.

“and who are you? i feel like i know who you are.” you state.

“it’s juraj, and you are?” he replies with a thick accent.

“y/n. it’s nice to meet you, where are you from? your accent is fucking gorgeous.”

“no the pleasure is mine, you are beautiful. and thank you, i’m from slovakia.” he smiles, looking you up and down.

“so you here for that hockey thing?” you ask not even hiding the blush that crept up onto your cheeks, taking a sip of whatever drink you were handed by the bartender.

“yeah actually i am. it’s been a little lonely you know.” he replies, his eyes shimmering in the dim light.

“i would’ve thought you had a girlfriend.”

“oh no no, can’t really say i’ve been looking. a hook up would be nice from time to time though.” he laughs.

“yeah i bet.”

“you know matt?”

“rempe?”

“yeah, him.”

“yeah i’ve met him, he seems cool.”

“we’ve been talking for a while, he’s been great you know?” you say turning to look at matt, who had girls circling him, yet he paid no mind.

“would you wanna like, go somewhere or….. it’s just a bit loud. there’s a lot going on in here, not private.”

“i think we’re good here, unless you can’t hear.” you hesitate. you remembered what matt had told you earlier but it was hard to break your habit.

“you’re good, i don’t wanna like pressure you or anything.” he says motioning his hands apologetically.

“oh were you- oh juraj, i’m like talking talking to matt.” you reply, scratching your head

“and?” he smirks, his intention was clear.

he wanted to fuck you, and you couldn’t say you weren’t on the same page.

“i mean maybe we could, do something.” you reply, playing with the hem of your dress.

“what’d you have in mind?” he asks, stepping closer, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“y/n.” you hear to your left.

matt.

“oh hey matt, i was just gonna come looking for you. this is juraj.”

“yeah we’ve met before.” he chuckles, dapping him up. compared to how large matt was, juraj wasn’t far off. he was sizable.

“so, babe, juraj was wanting to come back with me tonight and i was wondering if that was okay?” you ask, toying with the seam of his shirt. he turns to juraj and you practically see a lightbulb go off over his head. he nodded at the slovak boy with a smirk, dapping each other up once again. you wished you could speak their language fluently but you were assuming you translated correctly.

“we should go now huh?” matt asks, wrapping an arm comfortably around your waist. you simply nod in reply and matt begins to guide you out of the building as you held onto juraj’s finger behind you. you found your way back out into the car and prepared for a probably silent drive home.

-

“will you go in the bathroom baby? just give us one second.” matt asks with puppy eyes.

“y-yes?” you replied as the boy handed you a bag from victoria’s secret you had never seen before.

“go change.” he mumbled in your ear, kissing your cheek briefly. you looked inside the bag briefly before hesitantly walking to the bathroom. you removed the tissue paper and pulled out a beautiful white lingerie set, the same one you’d been eye balling since your birthday a few weeks prior. you pulled it out of the bag, eyeing the gorgeous lace detailing and delicate rhinestones that lined the cups.

“okay.” you say, hyping yourself up in the mirror. you loved how expensive you felt.

you hear light knocks on the door.

“come in?” you said, adjusting the straps. matt opens the door and goes big eyed.

“what? is it ugly? do i lo-“

“you look fucking delicious.” he replies, licking his bottom lip before grabbing your face with his hands and crashing your lips together.

“what were you guys talking about?” you ask pulling away.

“guidelines.” he replies, twirling a strand of your hair.

“what kind?”

“it’s not really anything, i mostly just asked that he was out of here by early morning.” he giggles.

“oh… okay.” you blush.

“go out there and get comfortable with him okay? i’m gonna shower real quick. i wreak of liquor. some bitch at the bar spilled his drink on me.” he giggles brushing his hair out of his face.

“okay, don’t be too long, i’ll miss you.” you say biting your lip.

“i won’t be.” he replies kissing you. you leave the bathroom shutting the door lightly behind you. you reveal yourself to the boy who sat scrolling on his phone, shirtless.

“oh wow look at you.” he smiles putting his phone face down on the side table.

“you like?” you reply, doing a full spin.

“you look gorgeous.” he smiles as you place your hands on his shoulders. his hands placed lightly on your hips.

“can i kiss you?” he asks, locking eyes with you.

“juraj, we’re about to be fucking, yes you can kiss me.” you laugh. he grabs your chin between his thumb and index finger connecting your lips with his. his lips were soft and sweet with the taste of his mint lip balm. your tongue plunging into his mouth, opening just like an automatic door. the kiss sent you spiraling. you sunk onto his thigh, clenching at the sensation of his thigh against your already sensitive core. your body jerked involuntarily, begging for friction. his hand lightly wraps around your neck, creating pressure on the sides and you grab onto his wrist. you begin grinding your hips on his thigh, moving in circles, your blood rushing straight to your clit.

“oh fuck.” you whisper locking eyes with him.

“you gonna fuck yourself on my thigh huh?” he grunts and you nod, his hand limiting the movement of your head.

“better be quick, he’s gonna be done soon.” he smirks as you speed up. your legs squeezed around his thigh as your rubbed against him, leaving a puddle of your wetness on his thigh, the thin fabric of your panties doing absolutely nothing to stop the sensation. you begged for your first climax, probably of many. he let go of your neck, you head crashing into his shoulder. his hand found his way into your hair as you crept closer to your climax.

“j.” you whined as his other arm wrapped around you.

“you gonna cum for me pretty girl?” he cooed in your ear.

“uh huh.” you reply with a moan, your legs shaking around his thick thigh, soaked in your climax. your chest rose up and down heavily as he rubbed your back gently.

"so so good." he whispers. you sit up reconnecting your lips before you hear the water stop running. you stand up from his lap, embarrassed at the sight below you.

"oh my god let me clean you up." you panic scrambling for your towel from the previous night.

"hand it to me i got it. get in bed, i'll be with you in a second." he states giggling at your embarrassment. he wipes his leg clean of you and removes his shorts, climbing into bed next to you. you rubbed your legs together, still horny as ever.

"so anxious." he whispered running a hand over your stomach, sucking on the skin of your neck. you tugged on his soft hair as he littered your neck with kisses. you heard the lock click and see matt turn the corner, his white towel not hiding the print of his thick cock.

"i see you got cozy." he giggles staring at the two of you on the bed.

"oh yeah for sure." you reply giving him a thumbs up, juraj chuckling next to you as he slides his boxers off.

"come sit." matt says undoing his towel. you scoot to the edge of your bed sitting on your knees.

"wanna use that pretty little mouth for me princess?" matt says with a smug look, sliding two fingers into your mouth. you sucked his fingers confidently before he retracted them, using your saliva to rub himself hard, which wasn't a difficult task.

"get on the ground. god, i want in those gorgeous lips of yours." he requests, placing a pillow on the ground for your knees, which you gladly comply and take him into your hands. you spat on his dick rubbing it in, glistening in doing so. you made contact with his tip, running your tongue over the sensitive head.

"fuck." he sighs, pulling your hair out of your face. you ran your tongue along the veins of his hard shaft, loving the taste of him in your mouth just like always. you bobbed your head up and down with the help of your hands before he pulled you off of him.

"wh-"

"it's not just me your mouth is taking care of honey." he interrupted, nodding to the boy who'd rubbed himself hard at the sight of you. your jaw dropped at the size of his dick. it was long and thick, you were overwhelmed enough by matt's alone. how on earth were you going to make it through this?

you climbed onto the bed and met slaf at his side. you took him into your hand, praying in some way you could handle this. matt climbed on the bed behind you and laid back, enjoying the view. you spat on your hand, working your saliva into the skin of his cock. you took him into your mouth, running your tongue in circles around his tip as you continued jerking him off with your hands. you ran your tongue up and down his shaft before taking him back into your mouth, sucking in your cheeks pulling him out with a pop. you felt matt pull your hair out of your face, keeping your lips on his dick. you opened your mouth back up for him this time with assistance. carefully, matt pushed your head down. taking more and more of juraj's dick into your mouth. you could only make it half way on your own but you had already passed that point. your eyes began to water as you reached closer to the base of his cock, gagging, gripping onto his thigh.

"god such a good girl." slaf groans before matt lets go of your hair and you pull him out of with a cough, spit webbing from your mouth. you laughed as you wiped the tears that spring loose.

"i didn't think i could do that." you say turning to matt.

"well it was fucking hot." juraj interjects leaning up slightly.

"lay on his chest for me baby." matt says kissing you deeply. you positions yourself in between slaf's legs, laying your back on his chest. matt spread your legs apart and ran a hand up your thigh. slaf grabs hold of both of your hands, pulling them above both of your head, his grip on your wrists firm. he wrapped his free arm around your waist snuggly as matt removed your thong.

"god i've been wanting to do this all fucking day." matt smirks licking his lips before diving between your legs. his tongue made intense contact with your clit, a sensation you'd been wanting since you arrived back at the hotel.

"oh my god." you yelped, clenching your fists. you bit your lip, trying to keep yourself quiet for the sake of your neighbors. if there was one thing matt loved in this world, it was eating you out.

"you taste so good sweetheart." he says leaning his head up as he easily slides two fingers into you. you squrimed in the brunettes grip as your thighs squeezed matt's head lightly.

"juraj please. please let go, i need something to-fuck." you moan squeezing your eyes shut, you buck against matt's face fighting slaf's grip on you.

"you gonna come princess? soak his face y/n. fucking drench him." he eggs you on in your ear lowly.

"j please, i need my hands." you beg, running out of breath. he releases your hands and immediately one finds its way into matt's hair between your thighs and the other gripping harshly on juraj’s thigh. you avoided finishing yet but the task was becoming increasingly difficult until you couldn't take it anymore. a yelp was released from your throat as you snapped into your climax.

"baby he's not even fucking you yet and you're fucking drenching his face." slaf giggles as matt backs away, his face drenched in your cum. your eyes full of daze, you sit up and attack him in a kiss.

"you're so fucking hot." matt says pulling away breathlessly.

"which one of us do you want first? we can take turns with that pretty little pussy huh?" matt laughs darkly, wiping his face with his arm.

"i want him." you say turning to slaf. his eyes lit up as he stands up out of bed.

"can i suck you while he fucks me?" you ask matt, linking your hands together, smiling at him with hopefully eyes.

"of course baby." he smirks, kissing your lips lovingly. you climb onto the corner of the bed, getting on all fours. matt rounds the corner and stands in front of you as slaf lays a light hand on your ass, running his cock through your soaking folds.

"so fucking wet for me." he says as matt jerks himself off in front of you, licking your lips waiting to have him back into your mouth. juraj pushes into your tight pussy from behind you slowly, your eyes rolling into the back of your head at his size.

"fuck." you moan as he bottoms out.

"so tight around me." he says retracting his hips at a sinfully slow speed. his thrusts were deep and long, sending you into a spiral of uncontrollable moans. the way his cock effortlessly hit your cervix drove you mad as he snapped his hips, the skin of your ass slapping against him.

"oh my fucking god." you say as he picks up his speed. his grip on your hips became harder.

"such a good girl taking him so well." matt says just above the volume of your moans.

"open up for me." he continues, placing a finger under your chin to look up. he pushes his cock back into your mouth, the vibration of your moans making him impossibly hornier. the feeling of juraj stretching you out while you sucked in matt’s dick like a lollipop left you wondering if there was ever a time where you felt this overwhelmed, but in the best way.

“oh my god.” you moaned with muffled words as slaf picked up his speed, you helping by fucking yourself onto him. the sound of skin slapping practically drowned out your moans, spit dripping down your chin as you gagged on matt’s cock. you found the strength to lift an arm and pull him out of your mouth.

“fuck, i’m gonna cum.” you tell, lazily jerking off the poor boy in front of you.

“i’m getting close.” the slovak grunts from behind you, pulling your hips onto him as he drills into you even deeper than before. the line in your abdomen snaps as an orgasm washes over your body.

“fuck fuck fuck.” you hear him groan as he spills his warm seed deep into you, fucking all the way through both of your climaxes, his thrusts became slow and lazy as you both ran out of breath. he pulls himself out of your throbbing core.

“look at that, fucking hell.” he scoffs, running a finger through the mess between your legs as you catch your breath.

“open up sweetheart.” he requests and you do as your told, sucking his finger clean of the salty fluid. you sat up on your knees beckoning matt over to you.

“i wanna taste you.” you beg and he smirks. you take him into your hand, rubbing your finger over the sensitive part of his head, putting in effort to get him there just like you had been. you felt his cock twitch in your hand as he spewed his seed onto your face. you licked the liquid that had dripped onto your lip gladly, using your fingers to wipe up some more and suck your fingers clean.

“hold still pretty girl. let me clean you up.” matt laughs grabbing a tissue from the nightstand, wiping it from around your eyes.

“such a good girl taking him like that, so so good princess.” he smiles at your as he holds your chin to keep your eyes on him. you grew tired as your body came down from your high, your eyes fluttering shut.

“you can’t go passing out on us yet honey, we’re not done with you.” he smirks pressing a kiss you your lips. you were exhausted but couldn’t get enough of these men.

“lay down for me baby. i know you’re tired, take a breath.” he continues and you do as you’re told. you lay back on a mountain of pillows, glaring at the two boys eyeing you.

“matt,” you say practically in a whisper and he climbs over you, “want you in me.” you finish.

“dont worry princess we’re getting there.” he smirks before pushing his cock into your coated pussy without warning.

“oh my god.” you huff out, locking eyes with him as he thrusts deeply into you, stretching you out just like before. this was a feeling that was intoxicating. you could never get used to it.

“such a tight little pussy huh? you like it when i fuck you like this don’t you?” he asks as you lock your legs around his hips.

“yes fuck yes.” you moan, your voice growing raspy at the strain you felt in your vocal chords. he pounded deeper into you than you ever could’ve imagined, attaching your lips as an attempt to quiet your moans.

“gonna wake up the neighbors pretty girl.” slaf chuckles standing next to you, jerking himself off at the sight of you getting annihilated by matt. you reach out your arm without looking, taking juraj’s dick into your hand, pumping him with decent pressure. you were surprised you could focus on multiple things considering your pussy was getting drilled into by a 6’7 monster of a man, you were honestly impressed with your ability to function.

matt breaks the kiss away focusing more on his speed now. you pull slaf’s hand wanting to bring him closer to you, putting his saliva-soaked cock back into your mouth. you hollowed your cheeks out taking him all the way, running your tongue along the bottom of his shaft on the way out. a galaxy began to form behind you eyelids at the boy pile driving you between your legs but you persisted on, twirling your tongue around the tip of the hockey player’s dick. you pulled away, grabbing harshly onto matt’s shoulder as you felt pressure in your stomach that you hadn’t felt before.

“holy fuck.” matt says slowing down and pulling out as your spewed liquid all over him. he looks down at himself in shock before laughing.

“what happened?” you asked leaning up.

“you just fucking squirted.” he scoffs.

“i did?”

“yes and it was fucking hot.” slaf says, leaning down and connecting your lips again.

“fuck you’re so perfect.” matt says pushing himself back inside you, quickly returning to his previous pace. he wasn’t able to go for long before you felt it again but this time he fucked you right through it.

“jesus need a fucking flood warning over here.” he grunts, pounding into you continuously.

“matt fuck i’m gonna cum.” you whine as he dips his head low, his hair tickling your face. your vision goes black as you tighten around him, your grip on his shoulder loosening instantly.

“such a good girl, you’re doing so good baby.” he grunts fucking you all the way through your high into his own, coating your walls with his milky seed. his thrusts slow down quickly, him growing lethargic with every thrust.

“so so beautiful.” he says keeping his cock deep inside you as he pressed a kiss to your lips.

“fuck i can’t believe we just did that.” you giggle with the little energy you had left as matt joins your right side.

“i’m surprised we got no noise complaints.” slaf giggles joining you on your free side.

“so?” matt asks you.

“that was fucking incredible.” you scoff, almost wanting another go round but you know you couldn’t handle it. you nuzzled to matt’s side, his thumb running back and forth on your side.

“well thanks for tonight guys it was great, i feel like it’s probably good if i go back to my room.” the slovak says picking up his clothes, scratching the back of his head.

“thanks for coming bro.” matt says dapping him up just like he had at the bar.

“yeah of course.”

“juraj wait.” you say sitting up, matt’s hand dropping to the side of your ass.

“what is it?” he asks and you beckon him over.

“nothing i just wanted to say bye.” you say sitting up, tugging the boy down by his shirt to kiss him one last time, not lingering too long.

“bye sweetheart,” he smirks, grabbing his phone and exiting the hotel room. you and matt laid in silence under the covers for the next hour or so before you drifted off to sleep in the boy’s arms.

-

“huh?” you groan being woken up with a kiss.

“good morning pretty girl, it’s 10. i figured i should wake you up.” matt says lowly, brushing hair out of your face.

“morning.” you reply sweetly, sleep lingering in both of your eyes.

“last night was crazy.”

“yeah it was.” you giggle in reply.

“if i asked you, would you be all mine?”

“what do you mean?”

“like, god okay don’t laugh at me this is gonna be a little cheesy, would you please make me the happiest guy ever and let me have all of you? i know it has only been like a month but you are literally my oxygen. i’m fucking obsessed with you.” he says truthfully and you smile pressing a kiss to the boys lips.

“i’d love nothing more than to be all yours matthew rempe.” you reply as he pulls you to his chest.

“my babygirl.” he whispers, running soft fingers through your hair as you fight the urge to drift off to sleep again.

“would you be open to doing last night again?” you ask after some moments of silence.

“oh fuck yes.” he replies and the two of you giggle, spending the rest of the day wrapped up in each other.

-

[its44intheehouse]

Matt Rempe - NSFW ALPHABET

Note: If you’re confused as to why this isn’t F1 related, I also watch hockey. Been watching this man for some time now and I can’t believe there isn’t more content on here for him. Guy’s a catch. But do not worry, I am here to solve that problem. Anyway, enjoy. As always this is VERY juicy 🍒😉

A - Aftercare. (what he’s like after sex)

Matt is a big aftercare guy but now in the way you would think. I think he would be the one to receive it mostly. Yeah, he’s very considerate and caring and will always make sure that you are alright after sex, but this big guy is the one who will act like a little baby in need for affection and love. All he wants to do after sex is cuddle and put his head on your chest so you can play with his hair as you praise him for how good he was and how amazing he made you feel. Don’t be fooled by the fact that he’s a 6’7” aggressive guy on the ice because outside of it he is just adorable.

B - Bodypart. (favorite body part of his and his partner’s)

Definitely his hands and back. He takes good care of his body because his role on the ice is more on the physical side, so he has to stay fit. His hands help him at throwing the punches that everyone loves to see at the games. But they’re also one of the things that makes you horny the most, so that’s another reason for why he loves them. They’re just so big and strong that he could lift you up like you weight nothing. He knows you got a thing for them, especially when his fists are bruised and bloody from a fight. You care deeply about his well being and you’re always worried for him when he gets himself in fights, but you just can’t help but imagine his fingers in your mouth, tightening around your throat or deep inside your pussy. And he’s more than okay with that. He’ll tease you about it just to make you nervous a bit, but he’s 100% into it himself. And his back? It’s huge. He loves it when you come up behind him and press your face into it, or when he’s fucking you so good you just can’t help but scratch it with your nails, almost making it bleed. It just makes him fuck you harder, and he enjoys the sting and the pain that comes with it.

On you, he gets feral about your lips and your tits. He’s always looking at your lips when you talk and will almost always be the one going in for a smooch. He can’t resist them, especially when you use your favorite flavored lip glosses on them. He’ll pull you in for a kiss without a care in the world that now his own lips are coated in your pink strawberry gloss. To him, there’s nothing better in this world than having you all for himself. But when he has you on your knees, with wide teary eyes looking up at him, struggling to take all of him in your throat, while his base is covered in your pink lipgloss? Yeah, that’s gotta be one of the best things he ever experienced in his life. And your tits? This man worships them. Of course, he loves all of you, but there’s just something about your breasts that drives him INSANE. He can’t keep his eyes away from you when you’re wearing tight clothes that just makes them pop out of your chest, and you always have to remind him not to be so obvious, especially when you’re in public and everyone can see him just shamelessly staring and almost drooling at the sight of them. He never listens though, and he has half a mind not to just grab them and play with them in front of everyone to see. He also loves it when you let him cum on them and his seed is slowly dripping down towards your stomach. He is nasty like that. The way they’re just bouncing up and down when he’s fucking you stupid is also a big turn on for him. He’ll slap your tits, squeeze them, suck on them, bite them and leave marks, anything. He is obsessed and he has no shame about it.

C - Cum. (anything to do with cum)

He likes it messy 100%.

He makes the decision of where he’s going to cum in the heat of the moment. If you give him permission to cum wherever he wants, he turns into a maniac. When you’re blowing him, although he loves it when you swallow, he thinks it’s HOT AS FUCK when some of his cum gets on your face. It gets him hard again in a matter of seconds. And then he’ll want to take your pussy for a spin and come inside. He gets so pumped knowing that he gets to leave a part of him inside of you, it’s almost possessive. He has so much cum to give you, and he loves that you’ll take it anytime and everywhere he wants. He’ll squeeze orgasm after orgasm from you just to see both your releases dripping out of your tight pussy, making a mess everywhere. If he’s taking you doggy style, he’ll cum both inside AND outside of your cunt, sometimes taking some of it on his fingers and spreading it on your ass or making you suck on them so you can taste how good he got you.

D - Dirty secret.

Matt wants to fuck you in your sleep. Now let’s not get it twisted, he would never do such thing without your consent. He kind of felt ashamed for wanting something like that, since it’s not a fantasy that everyone has, he thinks. But he can’t help thinking about it anytime he comes home at night after a game and he finds you asleep in his bed, with just one of his shirts to cover you, leaving your soft legs bare, slightly spread and so inviting. You look so peaceful, like an angel. Your hair is tousled all over the pillow, your lips are parted just a bit and your skin is beautiful and glowy in the pale moonlight creeping through his window. He’s so tired, but all he could think about since the game was over was you. Coming home to you, kissing you, having you in his arms. He knows you have your own busy schedule and you can’t always stay up just to wait for him to come back, and he never gets mad when he finds you already fast asleep. But sometimes it gets overwhelming for him. All he wants to do then is run his hands softly on your body so he won’t wake you up, get down and spread your legs wider so he can see your pretty pussy, already wet just from his light touches. He swears he’s never gonna get enough of how sensitive and responsive you are to him, even when you’re unconscious. He’d get feral over your scent and won’t resist tasting you. He’d keep his movements slow and steady while he’d look up at you, observing every whine you let out in your sleep, every time your brows would furrow, how your breathing would pick up. And even though he would love to have you cumming on his tongue, his dick is just too hard it’s almost painful for him. He’s humping the bed as he is eating you out, desperate to feel some relief. His selfish side would convince him that you love him anyway and you wouldn’t mind if he’d just slip it in.

E - Experience. (how experienced he is)

He is still in his early 20’s so I assume he’s not had a crazy amount of experiences. That, but also because he barely even had the time to get girlfriends anyway. To him, hockey was always one of his top priorities, and he chose to dedicate himself to it, because he knew that’s how you get to the top. Sure, he did have a few girlfriends in the past, but the sex was always kind of vanilla and bland. Probably because he never felt true love before you. When you two started being intimate he wasn’t too bad, he was still able to make you cum, unlike most men before him, but you could feel that something just wasn’t right with him. So you spent more time in building up his trust and making him feel more comfortable, assuring him that you would never judge him. He told you about how he wanted to experience more but he didn’t get the chance yet, and was more than excited to hear the same thing coming from you. You two spent a lot of time after that trying new things, testing your limits, and needless to say, he gained up a lot of experience just from doing things with you.

F - Favorite position.

Doggy or cowgirl. Normally, he fucks you in any position he can, and he’s not shy in changing them frequently just to make things more exciting and pleasurable for you. This man will have you everywhere and in any way you’ll let him.

But to him, there’s just something special about you in all fours, in such a degrading position. He loves you with all his heart, but he’ll fuck you like he hates you when you’re in doggy. He goes crazy over the desperate sounds you make, the way you grip the sheets or the headboard like your life depends on it as he is fucking you hard and fast. The way your ass jiggles when he’s thrusting his hips into you. He’ll spank you multiple times just to see your ass cheeks go red with his handprints, he’ll squeeze it, pull out of you for a brief moment just to bite it. This position doesn’t give him the best view of your face though, which he hates at some point, but not to worry about that! Matt will immediately grab you by the neck and yank you towards him so your back is glued to his chest as he squeezes your cheeks and forcing you to look at him. Now he can see all of you. How pretty you look with tears of overstimulation in your eyes, your makeup smudged all over your face and your fucked out expression. His pace would never cease, only increase while he busies himself by gripping your tits or flicking at your puffy, too sensitive clit, eager to make you fall apart again. He’ll groan in your ear and tease you, praise you and degrade you, because he knows you love it when he tells you you’re a good girl and a desperate cockslut both at the same time.

And cowgirl? His go-to when he’s feeling a bit too needy and submissive. As I said, he might be a huge guard dog most of the time, but deep down he adores it when he’s being taken care of and controlled, in a loving maner. Especially when he’s tired and can barely move, but still wants you. He’ll whine and push his face into your boobs and be extra touchy, hoping you’ll get the hint. After some time in the relationship you start to pick up on this habit of his and you happily indulge. You’ll have this man whimpering, squirming and grabbing at everything he can while you ride him. You never really looked forward to being on top before Matt, but with him things changed. You feel like a goddess when you’re riding him and keeping control of the pace while he is right there in front of you, with his head buried in your tits or slightly leaned back, looking at you like you’re going to be the death of him. Like he wants to possess you.

G - Goofy.

I would say he is goofy in bed, yeah. He’ll poke your sides or your butt, will randomly bite you and laugh when you yelp and jokingly push him away. But when things get serious, he’s rather more focused.

H - Hair.

Not shaved entirely but he keeps it neat and clean, trimmed short. Anything more than that is just too messy for him.

I - Intimacy. (how is he during the moment)

BIG on intimacy. Usually the mood is set by whatever the situation might be in the moment, but he’s always romantic. Not over the top type of romantic, but you can feel it. He pours his love into every touch, every word and every gesture. And even when he fucks you rough, he’ll always do something small to remind you that he loves you, like pressing a kiss to your forehead, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, looking you deep in the eyes.

J - Jack off. (masturbation)

Matt’s the horniest bitch you’ve ever seen. It’s so easy for him to get hard if he’s thinking of you, seeing or touching you. You’re tying your hair? He’s bricked up. You’re cutting some vegetables for your dinner? He’s throbbing in his boxers. Most of the time you offer to help him, but when he’s away from you for games he’s losing his mind. Thankfully, you’re lovely enough to always send him some special material when he’s away, and now he just has a whole ass private album on his phone with pictures and videos of you that he can masturbate to. He prefers to facetime you though, so you can do it together. But if you’re not available at that moment, the videos will do.

Will 100% send you a video to show you how desperate he is for you and how much he misses you.

K - Kink. (what kink/s does he have?)

I think he would be into light BDSM. Not the hardcore shit, just a bit of restraining and discipline for the most part. He’d love to have your wrists tied up and boss you around a bit more, if you’re into that. As much as he likes when you have your moments of taking control, he loves to take it from you and have you arching off the bed and rolling your eyes to the back of your head while he’s overstimulating your pussy.

Another one would be size kink. I don’t need to explain it too much. You’re so much smaller than him, he fears he might break you in half sometimes, even when you tell him that you can take it. But it also excites him knowing how much power he has over your tiny body. He’s manhandling you in any position he desires with ease.

I don’t know if it’s a kink, but he definitely has a thing for squirting. He’s so big, in all ways. You can barely take all of him and when he’s fucking you nice and good you feel like he’s abusing every inch of your cunt, in the best way possible. The first time you squirted you were left in shock and embarrassment, because, obviously you’ve never done that before him and you thought he might not like it. But oh boy, how wrong you were. He groaned and slowed down a bit but couldn’t take his eyes off the mess you made on both of you. It was the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

“Fuck. Look at that, my baby made a mess.” he smirked, tilting his head to the side and biting his lip. His eyes caught your wide ones and then he leaned closer to you, squeezing your cheeks and placing a messy kiss to your lips. “Again. I want you to do that again for me, yeah?” he said, and you didn’t get the chance to respond before he started thrusting into you again, picking up his aggressive pace.

L - Location. (favorite places to have sex)

For the most part, he prefers having you in privacy, on his bed or yours. Of course, sex with Matt will never be boring. He’ll fuck you in every surface of the apartment. But he isn’t a big fan of public sex. Mostly because he doesn’t want to put you in an uncomfortable position or ruin his reputation. After all, he’s playing in the NHL and people like to talk. The last thing he wants is to have people spread word of him fucking his girlfriend for all to see. It could end bad.

Car sex also isn’t a problem, as long as you’re well hidden.

M - Motivation. (what gets him going)

Like I said, you could do any random thing and this man will get bricked up, and that’s because he’s just obsessed with you. But what gets him going the most is seeing you get all dolled up for him and admitting that the effort is all for him, while you’re touching him teasingly with your hands and batting your eyelashes innocently at him. Or when you’re attending his games and he can spot you for a brief moment in the crowd, cheering and wearing his jersey, his number and name on your back. You wear it with such pride that it’s making him burst. He fucked you a few times while you were wearing it, by the way. ;) . And he came hard.

N - No. (turn offs/things he wouldn’t do)

Nothing disgusting or that can hurt you in an unpleasant way. He would never.

O - Oral. (how good is he at it? preference on giving/receiving)

Man’s a munch. You can’t tell me otherwise. Y’all seen the videos of him sticking his tongue out after punching the shit out of the other players? Yeah.

And when this man eats pussy, he eats pussy. He won’t back out of it even when you’re pushing his head away because you’re too sensitive from all the orgasms he already pulled out of you. He loves to overstimulate you because he knows that it’s only going to make you cum harder. He’ll suck on your clit, he’ll push his tongue deep inside your cunt, he’ll spit on it, he’ll add fingers, anything to have you shaking and screaming in pleasure. He gets off on making you feel good.

When he’s receiving head, he gets animalistic. He won’t force you to take all of him in your mouth because he knows it’s too much for you and it won’t fit without a struggle, but if you’re freaky like that and tell him that it’s okay if he wants to fuck your throat, he will. He’ll still be careful though. He’ll push his hips into your face or wrap your hair in his fist and make you take him deep, fucking your mouth hard and fast, until you’re left gagging and crying. Happy tears of course.

P - Pace.

Going with the flow is his motto when it comes to sex. If the atmosphere is more romantic, he’ll make sure to give it to you slow and seductive. He’ll make love to you.

If you’re being a brat though, he’ll treat you like one. Disobedience needs punishment. And he’ll edge you for hours, deny you orgasms, just to teach you how to behave next time. It boosts his ego so much when you’re begging him to let you cum. He loves it.

When he’s mad and needs a way to relieve some stress or anger, he’ll also go for a more aggressive sex session.

Q - Quickie.

Not a big fan. Will not refuse it, but he prefers to take his time. Taking his time in making you feel good is one of his ways of showing his love to you.

R - Risk. (how risky is he?)

Living on the edge is what pumps him. He’s convinced that life is made to experience things. So if something pops into his mind and it excites him, he’ll want to give it a go. With that being said, he’s game for taking risks.

S - Stamina.

Matt has a lot of stamina. His workouts and his hockey career are always pushing him to do better, to endure more. And when it comes to sex, as long as he has the time, he could fuck you all day.

T - Toys.

He’s interested in them. He’s thinking of buying you a vibrator so you can use it when he’s away or if he wants to make things a bit more spicy when you’re having sex.

U - Unfair.

The thing about Matt is, he likes to tease you. He loves playing with you because he loves the look on your face and how whiny you get when you’re frustrated. He thinks it’s cute.

V - Volume. (how loud is he in bed)

He’s not making as much noise as you’d like. He’ll moan, groan, even whimper sometimes, but nothing more than that. It’s not because he doesn’t enjoy the sex though, he just gets too focused on his job. All this man wants is to make you feel good.

W - Wild card (random headcanon)

Wants to try cockwarming. There’s nothing better for him than being buried in your tight, wet pussy. He knows he’s probably not going to resist for too long before he’ll start fucking you. But if he could, he’d have you staying on his cock all the time.

X - X-ray. (what’s under)

No one can tell me he doesn’t have a huge cock. He’s easily above average, with a juicy mushroom tip. Girthy. Will have you struggling to sit down or walk for several days.

Y - Yearning (sex drive)

His sex drive is through the roof. In general, he enjoys sex. He’s not crazy about it, he will still live if he doesn’t get it But if he loves the person he’s with, he wants it all the time.

Z - Zzz

Dead asleep as soon as he pulls out and crashes beside you. He always gives it his all, but when he gets tired he is knocked up. He’ll put his hand on your tits and sleep like that.

[nhlclover]

how you get the girl | gabe perreault

word count: 1.17k

summary: after six months broken up, gabe realizes he can't move on from you decides he has to win you back.

warnings: like one instance of cursing, not proof read

notes: based on 'how you get the girl’ by taylor swift. literally in love with my sherbrooke boy so i had to write for him

The rain slapped against the window, a loud patter sound echoing through the home you shared with 3 of your friends. It was the beginning of spring in Boston and the end of the school year was right around the corner.

It was slightly weird for you to be at home on a Friday night. At the beginning of last semester, you would’ve found yourself at Conte Forum, cheering on Gabe from the stands. However, that hasn’t been your reality for nearly 6 months. 

At the beginning of last semester, you and Gabe had split up. Gabe, having had an all-time year with being drafted, starting at Boston College, as well as the upcoming World Juniors had left an unbearable weight on his shoulders that he couldn’t quite seem to shake. Feeling overwhelmed and lost, it began to take a toll on their relationship. Ultimately, the decision to break up had been painful but mutual. Gabe, unsure of what he wanted in the midst of all the chaos, needed space to navigate everything. Although heartbroken, you recognized that, allowing Gabe to have said space. So you went your separate ways, trying to move on from each other.

However, there was now a void in your heart, brought on by the absence of Gabe. The ache of missing him never faded, and the realization that you two truly belonged together deepened. What you didn’t know was that Gabe, too, had been feeling the ache. He missed the girl that was his first love. 

In the meantime, the regular season had come and gone, the mens hockey team now on the verge of heading to the Frozen Four. Gabe, despite the recent success in hockey, was finding that nothing was making him completely happy. The memories of you still hung in the back of his mind and the guilt from having hurt you was still weighing on him.

Hollers and shouts filled his ears as he came off the ice and into the locker room. Gabe and the rest of the team were fresh off of a win that was set to send them to the Frozen Four. Like the rest of his teammates, Gabe should’ve been celebrating, relishing in the victory. However, Gabe couldn’t help but feel like something was missing.

 It was you. You were what was missing. Gabe felt he couldn’t relish in his success unless he had someone to share it with. Unless he could share it with you.

Gabe peeled his equipment off, tossing it in his stall. Will approached his friend, watching as he frantically changed. 

“Hey Gabo, whatcha doing?” He asked

“I’m going to y/n’s.” He said, tossing the jersey into the bin at the center of the room.

“You’re what?” Will asked.

“I’m going to see y/n.” Gabe said. “I need to get her back man, I’m miserable without her.”

Will could attest to that, having dealt with a heartbroken Gabe for 6 months now. He was no longer his usual self. However, Will didn’t know if you still had room in your heart for Gabe. 

“Is she gonna take you back?” Will asked.

“I don’t know man.” Gabe shrugged, pulling on his gameday suit. “But I gotta give it a shot.”

Gabe shoved his belongings in his bag, shoving the bag in Will’s hands. “Take this back to our dorm for me?” Gabe asked will.

Will furrowed his brows. “You’re going right now? It’s fucking pouring out man.” Will told him. It had been pouring all day and hadn’t let up. Gabe nodded, pulling on his BC hockey jacket.

“Dude let me give you a ride at least!” Will tried to shout to Gabe, but he was already out the door, heading to your place.

A knock at your front door pulled you from your show. It had you confused as to who could possibly be at your door in the middle of a thunderstorm. Curious none the less, you got up and walked to the door, your slippers shuffling against the hardwood. 

You opened the door to a drenched Gabe wearing a Boston College hockey jacket. His usual curls were flattened to his head, the rain taking away the volume. His eyes shone of determination, cutting through his rain-soaked image. 

“Gabe?” You asked, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “What are you doing here? Did you walk here? Are you insane?”

Your questions flowed out without giving Gabe a chance to answer them. Gabe, however, didn’t respond to them when you stopped. “It’s been a long 6 months without you.” He says. “I miss you so much, and I was so stupid earlier. I was just too afraid to tell you what I wanted.”

You go to speak but Gabe continues. “I want you for worse or for better,” Gabe began, his voice carrying the weight of sincerity. “I know I broke your heart, but I promise you I will put it back together. I know I messed up but please give me the chance to fix it. If you’re not ready, I get that. I’ll wait for you. I would wait forever and ever.”

You couldn’t find the words but your brain was going a million miles a minute. 6 months you and Gabe had been separated. 6 months it had taken him to come to this realization. But the look in his eyes. The vulnerability in his eyes and in his words moved you. Finally having Gabe in front of you, physically seeing his face and not through a screen as you would go through your photos of him, you’re reminded of the love you’d once known. Your shared joy and smiles rushing back to your memory.

You think to the framed photo of you and Gabe that still sits on your desk, the only testament to a love that once was. The ornate frame that was a gift from Gabe contained a photo of the two of you from the summer. In it, you’re stood in front of Gabe, his arms snaked around your torso and his lips pressed to your cheek. The pair of you significantly more tan than you are now, Gabes faint freckles appearing from sun exposure. Your favourite moment was frozen in time in that photo.

Gabe's words, coupled with the visual reminder of your love melted away any skepticism that you were harbouring. You still had yet to find the proper words, but you opened the door and stepped aside allowing Gabe to step inside. He was dripping all over your floors but you didn’t quite mind. He shrugged off the drenched jacket, it landing on the floor with a slap. Your arms snaked around his neck, his wrapping around your body. His wet hair dripped onto your face, his body shivering slightly. Having him back in your arms felt right. As you embraced one another, it felt as if the flame was rekindled, although it had never truly extinguished.

You pull back slightly, placing a delicate hand to Gabe’s cheek. “I missed you.” Gabe says softly.

“I missed us.” You reply.

[birdiewriteslit]

Matt rempe imagine🙏🏼

YESSS as we know i’m such a matt rempe girlie like he IS my boyfriend

matt rempe x fem!reader

here’s a little drabble about his playoff debut + his mullet bc i’m going insane over it

“That was fucking amazing,” you raved, following Matt into his apartment.

He laughed. “I know, you’ve said it like a million times already.”

“I feel like I really have to emphasize how great that was,” you said, closing the door behind you.

Matt collapsed onto the couch, patting the cushion beside him. You sat down next to him, and he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer.

“I’m glad you’re staying over tonight,” he said, kissing the top of your head.

“Me too.” You tilted your head back to look him in the eyes. “You played really well tonight, Matt.”

He grinned, his thumb stroking the 73 on the sleeve of your jersey. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah, it was a really great goal. Everyone loved it. They love you. I’ve never seen a crowd like that one before. I mean, they were literally screaming your name.”

“Were you?”

You nodded. “Oh, yeah. I was screaming the loudest. I stood up and started jumping around,” you admitted. “I hope I didn’t scare your mom.”

He shook his head, smiling wide. “No, I don’t think you did. She loves you. She told me so when you went to the bathroom at dinner.”

“Really?” Your eyes widened. “I thought I was being totally awkward.”

“Not at all. You did great. Plus, now that she’s seen you watch a hockey game, I think she knows that you are not awkward.”

You shrugged. “I guess that’s true. Let me be honest with you, Matt,” you said, shifting on the couch so that you were fully facing him.

“Shoot.” His arm shifted from the top of the couch as he reached out to play with the hem of your jersey.

“The playoffs look good on you.”

He laughed. “That’s it?”

“Yes!” you said. “You were having so much fun out there. I could tell. You love this game, like really love it. That’s what I love about you.”

“Love?” He said, bringing a hand up to brush your hair away from your face. “Are you saying you love me?” He said it like he was joking, but you knew what he wanted to hear.

“Yes.” You rolled your eyes. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“Good.” He took hold of your face and pulled you in to kiss your lips.

You leaned forward, deepening the kiss. You rested one hand on his shoulder and the other in his hair. The kiss was slow and passionate. You could tell he was tired, but he still wanted to take his time.

You pulled softly on the ends of his hair, and he whined into your mouth. You pulled away then, giving both of you a moment to catch your breath.

You rested a hand on his chest and brought the other back to your side. You were feeling fairly confident until you glanced up to his face and saw the way he was looking at you.

He was staring at your lips, his pupils dilated. You loved his deep brown eyes. They were so pretty. His lips were parted slightly, and his cheeks were a little red. His hair was in his face, partially blocking an eye.

“You know what else I love?” you asked softly.

“Hm?” His eyes snapped back up to yours, and the adoration in them made your heart beat faster.

“I love this mullet.” You ran your fingers through his hair again, pushing it off of his forehead and twirling the ends on your fingers.

He gave you a huge smile. “You think it looks good?”

“I think it looks hot.”

“You really think so, baby?”

You nodded. “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.”

“And that’s what I love about you.” He leaned back in to kiss you again, this time more passionately. You could feel him pour all his love into the kiss.

He pulled you onto his lap by your hips, his hands going to your hair as you placed yours on his chest.

You let yourself get lost in Matt, and you forgot about anything outside of this moment.

[wildrangers]

If You're a Bird, I'm a Bird / Ryan Lindgren

Word Count: 4.6K

Enemies(ish) to Friends to Lovers

Warnings: *MINORS DNI* Smut (oral {f receiving}, protected sex, mild dirty talk, praise kink), cursing, drinking, mentions of previous toxic relationship

In the time Hanna finished showing you around her and Adam’s first home together, the housewarming party was in full swing. “It’s beautiful, but really, we both know why I’m here” you replied, grinning at the annoyance in her face.

“Fine, let’s go find Stewie” she replied and you followed as she led you into the main living area.

You spotted Adam caught up in conversation with who you assumed were some of his teammates. A small yip caught your attention as the small puppy you’d been looking for flew towards you.

“Stewie Doo!” you cheered, leaning down to scoop him up. “Watch the makeup, dude” you laughed as he began kissing your face.

“Y/N! I didn’t see you get here, how are you?” Adam asked, giving you a hug. Before you could answer, a man’s voice called out, “I can’t believe you left me dude!”

You glanced up to see a bearded guy smiling at Stewie, who began wiggling in excitement.

“Hey, I just got him” you joked, holding the puppy closer. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“Alexis” he grinned, hand outstretched to shake yours. Hanna must have trusted you two would get along because she and Adam left to make their rounds.

“I’m guessing you play with Adam?” you asked, glancing over to the group of guys he’d separated himself from while attempting to steal Stewie back.  

“Yup, how do you know the happy couple?”

Conversation flowed easily between you as you told him funny stories from when you and Hanna had worked together. Turned out Hanna was right in assuming you two would be fast friends.  “Want to meet some of the other guys?”

“Sure” you smiled, grateful for an in with a group since you didn’t know anyone there but Hanna and Adam.

“Guys! This is Y/N. Y/N, this is Key, Ryan, and Braden” he said, pointing to each guy as he said their name.

“Nice to meet you all” you smiled before setting down a newly whining Stewie who bee-lined it for Ryan. “Here I thought Alexis was the competition for Stewie’s affection.”

“Nah, me and Stewie here go way back” he quipped and you laughed. You quickly stopped when he didn’t join you; maybe you’d misread his tone. Awkward silence descended until Alexis, thankfully, started up the conversation again.

Several hours later, your mind wandered back to the party as you drove home. You’d easily gotten along with the guys, except for Ryan, who didn’t say a single word to you following that initial, awkward encounter. Hopefully, he wouldn’t be at too many other gatherings that Hanna and Adam hosted.  

***

“Maybe you can talk to her this time, yeah?” Alexis teased Ryan causing his frown to deepen.

“Oh, fuck off Laf” he grumbled, walking away as his teammate laughed.

“Need anything in here?” Ryan offered as he entered the kitchen.

“Boys giving you a hard time?” Hanna questioned, probably noting his blush reddened cheeks.

“If you and Foxy hadn’t insisted Y/N and I would hit it off, maybe I would have acted half normal when I met her” he sighed.

“We didn’t mean to freak you out! I just thought you two could be a good match but she would absolutely murder me if I even suggested it.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well, when we first met, she’d just gotten out of a really shit relationship, so the timing sucked. And the better I got to know her the more I learned she hated being set up with people. Another coworker tried and she ghosted the guy out of spite.”

Ryan felt his lips quirk up at the anecdote. “So, it falls to me to be sneaky about it?”

“Oh, stop it. You don’t have to be sneaky, I just wanted to plant the seed in that thick skull of yours.”

“Which I warned her was a bad idea” Adam chimed in, entering the kitchen and shooting his girlfriend a look.

“Yes, he did, but he also agreed you’d get along and, of the two of you, you’d be the better one to nudge in the right direction.”

“Which really says more about Y/N than you” Adam teased and Hanna jokingly smacked his shoulder as the doorbell rang.

“Ryan, could you greet whoever that is?” Hanna asked sweetly and he shot her a mock glare before doing as requested.

He pointedly ignored Laf and Key shooting him thumbs ups as he made his way to the front door. He took a deep breath as he pulled it open, revealing you standing on the doorstep.

“Hey, Y/N, right?” he asked, he thought, fairly smoothly.

“Yup, that’s me” you grinned at him and he felt his nerves fully kick in; he was noticing your smile did that to him.

“Hanna sent me to let you in, her and Adam are finishing up in the kitchen” he explained, moving out of the way so you could escape the cold.

“Sorry you got stuck with the task.”

“Well, someone’s got to do it, right?” he joked but you only nervously smiled at him before going to greet Key and Laf.

The rest of the evening passed in much the same way. You joked and laughed easily with everyone but shut down when he tried to join in, to the point that he finally gave up and just stayed quiet. He felt his heart drop as you gave everyone a hug goodbye before simply shooting him a little wave.

***

“Why can’t Laf be Adam’s best friend?” you grumbled as you and Hanna got ready to meet up with them.

“What’s with you? Ryan’s seriously one of the nicest guys.”

“He basically told me I was a burden to interact with last time I saw him!” you scoffed.

“Babe, he has a dry sense of humor, like you do with literally everyone but him” Hanna chastised.

“I tried! When we first met, I joked with him and he looked at me like I had eight heads and all of them offended him” you grumbled. Truth be told, that initial meeting had left a bad enough taste in your mouth that you hadn’t really given him another chance the next time you saw him.

“You’re impossible, that’s just his face” Hanna insisted but you didn’t feel like arguing anymore.

An hour or so later, you were seated at a high-top table with Hanna, Adam, and Ryan; a few other guys had stopped by to greet you but went off with their own partners or friends to celebrate their win. You’d think that a win would put Ryan in a good mood but he still sat there, slightly scowling, while conversation flowed around him. When Hanna’s favorite song came on, she pulled Adam onto the dance floor, leaving you and Ryan in awkward silence.

“Hey, do you think you could grab me another drink?” you asked. “My heels are killing me or else I’d go myself.”

“Sure, vodka cranberry?” he asked and you were shocked he’d noticed your drink of choice.

“Yeah, thanks” you smiled, handing him your debit card.

“No worries, I got it.”

“No, I insist” you said and his lips flattened into a grimace as he took your card and headed to the bar.

You had a wonderfully calm few moments to yourself, taking in the crowd and chuckling at some antics the other guys were getting into when you felt a hand on your shoulder. “Y/N?”

You turned, expecting to see Laf or Ryan but your blood turned cold as your eyes met your ex’s.

“Can I help you with something Kyle?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Shit, just wanted to see how you were. No need to be such a bitch” he smirked, knowing how much that would upset you and doing it anyway. You tried hiding your shaking hands in your lap before he saw them.

“Well, I was fine until you showed up. Now can you leave?”

“You’d really treat an old friend like that?”

“She said she’d like you to leave.”

***

Ryan turned from the bar to see a smarmy looking guy with you. He’d planned to hang by the bar for a minute to give you two privacy but changed his mind when he saw your shaky hands beneath the table and remembered Hanna mentioning you had a shitty ex. As he made his way to you, he caught the tail end of the conversation.

“She said she’d like you to leave” he said sternly, settling your drink in front of you on the table before placing himself between you and the man.

“Oh sorry, didn’t realize I was interrupting a date” the guy said, shooting you a look that made Ryan see red.

“You’re not but I’d still suggest you leave.”

“Or what?”

Ryan chuckled, like he did when someone challenged him on the ice. “So, I could easily rock your shit myself but see that guy dancing? Oh and that pair at the bar? We could all meet you outside if you’d like” he replied, sending the dude a menacing grin. The guy tried to hold Ryan’s gaze but quickly turned and fled.

“Are you okay?” Ryan asked quietly, finally turning to face you. His heart sank at the terror in your eyes and how queasy your expression looked. You shook your head, chugging the drink he’d set down. “Let me get Hanna.”

Before you could answer, he went and retrieved her, quickly filling her in as they walked back to the table. Hanna helped you up onto shaky legs as Adam placed a hand on your back to guide you out of the bar, his girlfriend whispering soothing words in your ear the whole way. It wasn’t until he watched your taxi leave that he realized he still had your debit card in his pocket.

***

The next morning was a Sunday, which you were immensely thankful for. Last night was still replaying in your mind when your phone buzzed on your nightstand. Figuring it was Hanna checking in, you grabbed it only to see a text from a number you didn’t recognize.

It’s Ryan, Hanna gave me your number. I have your card. I can drop it off if you want.

You chuckled to yourself, unsurprised that he was such a stale texter. You mulled over his offer. He’d really saved your ass last night and you felt a flood of gratitude fill your chest. You weren’t sure you liked him but he’d certainly helped you in a way he had no obligation to.

Let me come to you, I need to get out of the house anyway. Text me your address and I’ll come by in a couple hours?

All he sent back was a thumbs up emoji followed by his address. You realized it was only a few blocks away and figured the walk there would be good to clear your head. You got out of bed and preheat the oven—baking also steadied your mind and cookies made a nice thank you gift.

The next few hours were spent whipping up chocolate chip cookies and making yourself look somewhat presentable to head out into the world. The crisp air grounded you on the short walk to his apartment building. You sent him a text you were there and the front door immediately buzzed open for you.

You didn’t expect to see him waiting in his doorway, shooing someone back into the apartment behind him. “Hey” you greeted, feeling shy all of a sudden. You hadn’t really thought about how it would feel to be alone with Ryan, especially at his place.

“Hey, sorry, want to stop in for a minute? Jax here loves to run for it whenever he can” he smiled, gesturing behind himself. Confusion flooded your mind as your heart fluttered at his smile and you realized it was the first time you’d ever seen it.

“Sure, I come bearing gifts anyway” you smiled back, holding up the cookies. Ryan moved just enough to let you in while keeping his body between you and the large dog behind him. “Hi there, Jax.”

At the mention of his name, Jax turned his attention from the door to you, his tail wagging eagerly at the attention. You offered the plate to Ryan before leaning down to pet him, surprised to see a smaller dog wander out from another room to join you. “And who are you, cutie?” you cooed.

“That would be Jasper. And you didn’t have to bring me anything” he replied and you glanced up to see his cheeks pinken.

“Jasper, so nice to meet you” you said, giving both dogs a final pet before standing. “I know, but I wanted to thank you. I really appreciated what you did for me yesterday.”

“Y/N, you don’t need to thank me. Are you doing okay today?” he asked, eyes searching your face in a surprisingly gentle way.

“I’ve been better but yeah, I’m alright. He’s a real prick.”

“Yeah, I noticed that much” he quipped. He seemed to be trying to match your tone and joke it away but you noticed the anger that lingered in his eyes.

“I don’t want to keep you though, I just wanted to bring you those and grab my card. I’m sure you have practice or something soon.”

“I’m actually off today and don’t really know what to do with myself” he admitted, laughing quietly to himself. “Would you like a drink? I’m dying to try one of these.”

“Sure, water is good” you replied, quickly grabbing a cookie before he took the plate with him into the kitchen. You took the chance to look around his apartment while his back was to you and you nearly choked on your cookie.

“You okay over there?” he called as you fought for your breath back. You couldn’t quite answer so he returned to check on you, face paling as he noticed what had caught your attention. He grimaced as he handed you the water bottle that he’d gotten for you.

“The Notebook?” you questioned, suppressing a laugh.

“Yeah, it’s my favorite movie” he admitted, avoiding your gaze.

“You’re shitting me.”

“I am not!” he replied defensively and you finally let your laugh out. “Great, the first time I make you laugh and it’s at me not one of my jokes.”

As you caught your breath, you noticed a cat tree in the hallway. “You have cats too? I’d pinned you for a dog guy.”

“What does that mean?”

“I don’t know, you’re just this big, stoic guy I assumed you’d have dogs” you admitted, now feeling embarrassed at your assumption.

“I’ll have you know Lily and Luna are actually my favorites” he countered and you felt your eyebrows shoot up. “I may as well just show you.”

He made his way down the hallway without another word so you followed. He turned left and gestured for you to enter the room. “No fucking way” you breathed out, taking it in.

The entire room was dedicated to his pets. There were shelves strategically built into the wall for the cats, who were snoozing in a window seat, to climb. There were at least half a dozen beds of varying sizes, tons of toys strewn everywhere, and a cabinet full of their food and treats.

“Holy shit, this is amazing” you breathed out, shocked at the love that had clearly been poured into this room.

“You think so?”

“I mean, it shows you’re actually just a big softie despite the tough guy act.”

“I do not have a tough guy act” he argued and you shot him a look. “I can’t help what my resting face looks like and if I recall correctly, you weren’t exactly the warmest person. At least not to me anyways.”

You felt guilt hit you, sharp and painful. “You’re right, I’m sorry.”

He seemed surprised by your admission but just nodded. “I’m sorry too, I know I don’t make great first impressions.”

You two stood in awkward silence before you finally spoke up. “So, I’ve never actually seen The Notebook.”

“Well, we should fix that, don’t you think?”

***

“Birdie, can you grab me the bag of pretzels while you’re in there?” Ryan called from the living room.

You rolled your eyes at the nickname he’d given you that first day you’d spent together. After watching The Notebook, you’d admitted it was a sweet movie but had teased him relentlessly about how obsessed he was with it.

“I can’t believe you don’t love it! I mean, ‘If you’re a bird, I’m a bird?’”

“So, you’re a softie and a secret romantic” you’d goaded and he’d rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, birdie.”

Despite you arguing for months now that it was a dumb nickname, your protests had only made him dig his heels in more. Hanna found it endearing but Adam agreed with you. While the four of you hung out, most of the time it was just you and Ryan at his apartment. You were obsessed with his animals and they quickly grew attached to you, to the point that when Ryan had road games you just crashed in his guest room and took care of them so he didn’t have to get a sitter.

“Dude, you finished the pretzels yesterday, I told you that” you chastised and he groaned in annoyance. You smirked at his bad memory and grabbed a bag of popcorn for him instead.

“Will this do?” you questioned settling in beside him.

“Given what you’re about to put me through, it’s the least you could do” he frowned, digging into his snack as he hit play. It was your turn to pick and Ryan wasn’t pleased that you’d chosen a horror movie.

“Big baby” you teased, knocking your shoulder into his. He proved you right by jumping and swearing every five minutes, finally curling up beneath a blanket. Once it was over, he left to use the restroom and you were playing on your phone when his lit up on the couch. You noted an unfamiliar name had sent the text…who the fuck was Rose?

Jealousy surged into you, unexpected and fierce. You had no claim to him but that didn’t stop your chest from aching. Since your friendship had started off so tensely, you’d tried pushing your growing feelings for Ryan as far down as they’d go—you didn’t want to complicate things.

Ryan returned a moment later and scooped up his phone, smiling at whatever Rose had messaged before typing his response. You heaved a big sigh before getting up to grab your coat.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked, surprised.

“Nothing, I’m just going to head home” you replied shortly.

“Bullshit, you’re pissed.”

“I’m not mad, just don’t want to interrupt you and Rose” you snapped before you could stop yourself. A long silence filled his apartment.

“Y/N?” Ryan questioned, amusement in his voice.

“What?” you sighed, refusing to turn around.

“Rose is my cousin.”

Jealousy was quickly replaced by embarrassment as you bent down to grab your shoes. “Y/N, stop just look at me” he begged.

You took a deep breath before finally facing him. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

“You don’t need to be sorry, just don’t leave” he requested quietly.

“Why not?”

“Because if I saw a random dude’s name on your phone, I’d react the same way.”

His admission hung in the air between you before you both surged for each other. Your lips crashed together and his hands quickly removed the coat you’d just put on, your own fingers finding the hem of his shirt and yanking it over his head.

Coherent thoughts left your mind as you pulled him back to you and felt his growing eagerness press into your stomach. You groaned at the sensation, making quick work of removing his jeans.

“No fair” he breathed out raggedly, shaky hands reaching for your shirt to even things out a bit more. You grinned at his comment, removing the sweatpants you’d stolen from him before palming him through his boxers “Fuck” he breathed out unevenly.

“Okay?” you questioned, noting his nerves.

“I’ve wanted this for months” he confessed, eyes boring into yours. The admission stole your breath away and him kissing you again didn’t help you regain it. Your tongues twined deliciously together as he backed you down the hallway. His hands, a bit steadier now, removed your bra somewhere between the living room and his bedroom. He gently nudged you onto the bed, hovering over you, one hand kneading your breast while the other teased the hem of your underwear.

“Please Ryan” you breathed out, bucking your hips up towards him. He smirked, dropping his head to suck on a nipple before placing teasingly gentle kisses along your stomach down to your hipbones. His blue eyes rose to meet yours as he slid your underwear off and you shivered in anticipation.

He spread your thighs, head dipping down to lick a slow, tantalizing strip up your center. You hissed at the contact and his hand pressed your hips down before they could buck up again.

“No patience” he chastised.

“I’ve been patient for months, Ryan, would you just, fuck—” he silenced your complaints by plunging a finger inside you.

“Better birdie?” he teased. You wanted to say something sarcastic back but he quickly added a second finger and dropped his lips to your clit which made forming a sentence impossible, so you just moaned in reply to his question.

He curled his fingers and found your spot quicker than any of your exes ever had. Between the steady pumping of his fingers and him sucking on your clit, you were writhing beneath him within moments. “Oh my god, Ryan” you breathed out, digging your heels into his back. 

“You’re already so wet for me” he breathed out, taking a second to glance up at you. The sheen of your arousal on his mouth made you all the more impatient so you sat up, dragging his face to yours. You moaned again at the taste of yourself on his tongue while his hands dug around in his nightstand for a condom. You flipped yourself on top of him once he was ready for you and sank onto his length.

“Shit, give me a minute” he ground out and it took all your willpower to just kiss him for a moment while he composed himself.

***

Ryan was overwhelmed. He’d wanted you since that first party and his desire had only deepened in the months your friendship had grown. Now, you were wrapped around him and his senses were in overdrive. He nodded into the kiss and you rolled your hips drawing a groan from both your mouths.

You rested your hands on his shoulder as you rocked into him and he opened his eyes to look at you. Your eyes were closed and your face looked more relaxed than he’d ever seen it. Your mouth was parted ever so slightly, your lips kiss swollen, and he finally let himself acknowledge that he was in love with you—that he had been for quite some time.

“God, you’re so beautiful” he breathed out, gently running a thumb over your cheek. Your eyes met his and he swore he saw the same emotion in them as you leaned down to capture his lips again. He wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you closer, your chests flush together as your tongues moved in perfect rhythm together. He noticed your movements were getting sloppier so he snuck a hand between you, finding your clit.

As soon as he ran his thumb over your bud, you pulled away to rest your forehead against his shoulder, your breath becoming more ragged as your speed picked up. “I’m so close Ryan, please don’t stop.”

“I’ve got you, birdie” he replied and to his surprise that nickname, the one you hated, was your undoing. As your walls clenched around him, he squeezed his eyes shut at the sensation. Your whines were driving him crazy and he quickly flipped you so you were beneath him.

***

You had barely caught your breath when Ryan was suddenly on top of you, plunging in even deeper as his hands roughly grabbed your hips. His eyes were shut and his face was twisted with pure pleasure as he set a rough, ruthless pace that quickly had your core tightening again.

“How the fuck are you going to make me cum again?” you breathed out without thinking and he laughed.

“Because you’re taking me so good” he praised and you whined in pleasure at his words. “You like that huh? Like being told what a good girl you are?”

“Fuck, yes, yes” you panted out, hand reaching between you to circle your clit.  You felt yourself tightening, the sound of skin slapping skin intoxicating.

He groaned at your response, his rhythm getting a little sloppy but his speed never letting up. Your eyes met and he dropped his forehead to yours, your breath mingling together. “I can feel how close you are. Cum for me” he demanded, his eyes locked on yours and your second orgasm tore through you at his command.

You fought the desire to close your eyes at the pleasure, even more desperate to see him come undone for you. The intensity of your gaze seemed to push him over the edge and he groaned as he slammed into you a few more times before stilling, buried deep inside you.

“Fuck, Y/N” he breathed shakily, forehead dropping to your shoulder. “That was incredible.”

“Yeah, you weren’t so bad yourself” you replied, trying to catch your breath. You stayed together like that for another moment before he gently pulled out and cleaned you two up. Your eyes remained shut as you slowly came down from your high and settled back into your body.

You felt the bed sink as he returned but you couldn’t make yourself open your eyes yet; you felt so peaceful, so safe, like this with Ryan and you wanted to relish in it.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen” he said quietly, and the sincerity in his voice made your throat tighten.

“You’re just saying that because we had mind-blowing sex” you replied, trying to downplay how much his words impacted you.

“Hey, look at me” he commanded quietly and your eyes drifted to his. “I’m saying that because I’ve thought it since I first saw you at that party.”

“You don’t have to say that, Ryan” you argued softly.

“But I want to, because it’s true. Why do you think I was such a weirdo that night? I was dumb struck.”

You chuckled at his words, finally turning to face him fully. Your thumb gently traced his cheekbone as you replied, “I’m sorry, I’m not very good at taking compliments.”

“You don’t need to be sorry” he insisted, his hand resting on your hip. “I have all the time in the world to show you I mean what I’m saying…if you’ll have me.”

“I want nothing more” you admitted, emotions swelling in your chest. He smiled and it knocked the wind out of you, the love and affection apparent on his face.

“Then I’m yours” he promised and you allowed yourself to believe him. But you also couldn’t help yourself from leaning in slowly, noting the catch in his breath as your lips met his ear.

“If you’re a bird, I’m a bird” you whispered.

“Oh, fuck off” he groaned, jokingly shoving you away as your giggles filled the room.

A/N: I hope y'all enjoyed! I have been wanting to write about grumpy man's obsession with The Notebook for a hot minute so I hope this finds its niche audience.

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can i request "forehead kisses" from the gentle prompts with ryan lindgren? <3

RYAN “LITTLE SPOON” LINDGREN

"forehead kisses" (from this prompt list)

after roadies. you would stay up, if ryan was coming in late, to wait up for him, unable to sleep knowing he would be there soon.

so, you parked yourself on the couch, fuzzy blanket sprawled around you, and repeats of old sitcoms played you weren't really paying attention because all you could think about was having ryan home.

your phone rang startling you from your thoughts, "hello?"

"hi." a smile instantly found itself on your face at the sound of his voice.

"are you almost home?" you asked.

"why don't you come open the door and find out?" you dropped your phone and rushed to answer the door. you opened the door and let out a relieved sigh.

you instantly wrapped your arms around him, melting into his arms. he wrapped his arms around you, holding you so close, there was no space in between you.

"i missed you."

"i missed you, too." you hummed, pulling away so you could examine the bruise forming on his jaw.

"he had it coming, " was all ryan said.

"oh, did he?" you raised a brow.

"yeah. chirping and taunting." he tried to shrug it off.

you signed, "did you put arnica on it, at least? "

"yeah." he nodded.

"see? aren't you glad I made you pack it?"

"so glad my girlfriend is smarter than me." he rolled his eyes.

"and don't you forget it, lindgren." you pushed a finger into his chest.

"all right, can we do this in the morning? i'm really tired." he yawned.

you smiled, "come on, 55. let's go to bed." you reached for his hand and walked towards the bathroom.

after brushing your teeth side by side, you climbed into bed. you first, then ryan after so. he wrapped every limb around you, forcing you to be the big spoon.

you smiled, running your fingers through his hair, "i love you." he mumbled.

"i love you, too." he leaned down and kissed his forehead.

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SOFT LAUNCH | MR73

matt rempe x fem! trouba sister! reader

masterlist || fc addison rae || context: reader is a famous tiktoker and friends with dixie! she met matt through jack by going to a hockey game aka trevor trying to set up his gf bsf with his bsf. it did not go well in the sense that the two did not get together cause jack already had a secret gf but she noticed matt during warm ups cause she was standing on the wrong side of the rink for warms ups. she did not tell jacob that she was at the game from an invitation from trevor jack. it was the game that matt dropped bastian. she's friends with some of the older umich boys basically team 100 (her, jacob, and phil are a mini trio cause jacob and phil don't get enought recognition 😓) || i know this has a lot of plot holes but idc because i'm tired and i'll probably go back and make an official timeline if i make this an OFFICIAL au. enjoy :)

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J. Vesey - July for the Whole Year Ch. 3

A/N: Chapter 3. I think maybe 2-3 more chapters will complete this behemoth, depending on how I split it up. Feedback is a gift! I read all the tags and even if you're just creeping a liking the post, I love it. Thank you for reading :)

<< Chapter 2:

September 2018

You never realize you're tipsy until you’re staring at yourself in the bathroom mirror, and by that point, it’s usually too late to do anything about it. Tonight is no different. Everyone is out to celebrate being back together after a long summer apart and there’s more than a few Rangers and friends gathered in the rented out bar to celebrate. One last look in the mirror has you fluffing up your hair that has fallen flat and wiping a smudge of mascara from under your eye before heading back out into the crush of people on the other side. 

Gracia’s invited a few friends and you love her, you really, truly do, but they’re all so dramatically beautiful that it’s a little intimidating to stand next to them. They make up for it by being the sweetest individuals you’ve ever met, so you try to smile and tamp down your self-consciousness; the sips on your drink help a bit. 

It’s not long before Kevin catches your eye and splinters off from talking to Jimmy, peeling you away from the group of girls chatting excitedly about their summer plans and vacations. “Hey! I missed you so much!” He hugs you close and you can tell he’s had a few too many because it lasts far longer than it should. Jimmy catches your eye over his shoulder; you open your eyes up wide and give him a wink, hoping it conveys the appropriate message of Look at this lovable idiot we’re friends with, but Jimmy just gives a weak smile and turns back to his conversation at the bar. 

Kevin finally lets go and chatters on about everything he got up to this summer. The list is long, but you’ve genuinely missed him and 4 has been dull without your buddies all summer, so you’re happy to hear the minutiae of what feels like each individual day of his summer vacation. He’s so animated when he talks about his family that you can’t possibly fault him for a word that comes out of his mouth, so your smile is real and wide, cheeks aching as you catch up in the middle of the bar. 

You’ve been catching up with Kevin for the larger part of an hour when Brady comes over to say goodbye, “We’re going to Gracia’s. Gotta get all her stuff unpacked before the season starts,” you hug and bid them goodnight, happy she’s finally found a place in town. 

“Uh oh,” Kevin sighs heavily. It’s uncharacteristic to hear his tone without jest, so you snap your head to follow his eyeline immediately.

“What’s wrong?” He raises a hand to point with his beer towards the bar. 

You haven’t had the chance to talk to Jimmy since you’ve arrived and you see why now, he’s stood opposite a pretty red-head, one of Gracia's lingering friends, both of them leaning on the bar, standing awfully close together. Jimmy’s fidgeting with the label on his beer bottle and you can tell he’s nervous. He makes eye contact with you for only a second, turning his gaze meaningfully up to Kevin. Their stare down only lasts for a charged second before he turns his head back to his companion, her hand high up on his bicep, delicate neck tipped up in a laugh. 

“I might have to stay with you tonight, give Jim some space,” Kevin laughs, but you can’t bring yourself to join in. He notices quickly and elbows you, "Are you okay?”

“Me?” You answer, which sounds too loud and  defensive even to your own ears. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you pause to finish your drink, “why wouldn’t I be.”

The put-upon look Kevin gives you would be at home on the face of a woman twice his age. “You’re jealous," he states baldly. 

Well, that’s… something. 

“Jealous?” You force the laugh out of your throat and it’s not convincing, “Why would I be jealous? I have no reason to be jealous!” Kevin gives a brief look over to Jimmy and Red before pinning you with an inscrutable look. 

“I’m too tired to do this, Kevin. As a matter of fact… I think I’m going to call a cab. I got up really early and it’s catching up to me,” he follows you as you close out your tab as far away from Jimmy as the bar allows, and then out to the street with his hand on your back, helping to tuck you into a cab. 

“Thanks, Kev. Use your key if you need to get in. I’ll leave blankets on the couch for you.” He nods and waves before heading back inside. 

When you get home you set the blankets out like you promised before climbing into your own bed, tossing and turning until you fall into a fitful sleep. 

In the morning when you drag yourself across the hall to the bathroom, the blankets on your couch look untouched and you don’t find Kevin snoring loudly with his feet hanging over the arm. 

You breathe a little easier for reasons you don’t quite feel like analyzing. 

______

Jimmy video calls you at 10am while you’re still silently rejoicing that Kevin didn’t need to spend the night on your couch to give Jimmy privacy with some girl whose name you can’t recall. 

“It’s early,” you answer, face pressed into your pillow and hair wild from a restless night’s sleep. 

He’s still lying in bed, face creased with pillow marks, “You’re insufferable. Do you want to get breakfast or do you want to be snarky?”

“I don’t see why I can’t multitask and do both,” you sit up, tank top strap falling loosely down your shoulder. You notice Jimmy’s eyes follow the movement of your hand, righting the strap before you become indecent. 

He runs a big hand down his face, “Course you wouldn’t. I’ll see you in a few then, for breakfast and snark, apparently.” He hangs up while rubbing the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. 

______

The coffee is too hot to drink, so you blow on it viciously, a little tired and a little nervous to make small talk with Jimmy after the undeniable jealousy that kept you tossing and turning all night. You desperately want to ask about the red-head from the bar, but can’t figure out a way to make it casual and totally chill, so you stew, wondering what happened and settle for ripping your pastry apart. 

Turns out you don’t have to wonder for very long, because Jimmy brings it up first. “Kevin said he was staying with you, but he came back to ours last night, though. Everything okay with you two?” He doesn't make eye contact in favor of staring at his waffles. You burn your tongue trying to swallow so you don’t spit your coffee out at Jimmy’s adjacently accusatory question, “What are you implying?” 

He has the good grace to look chastened, only briefly, before mustering, “I just didn’t know you were spend-the-night friends, is all. I figured one of you would have told me that.” 

“Did you really just imply that I’m sleeping with Kevin?” You're mad, but elated that he'd care who you brought home. His theory has to be nipped in the bud, “He wanted to give you the apartment to yourself since you were talking to Gracia’s friend. I set up the couch for him just in case he needed to make himself scarce…” 

It’s more biting than you mean it to be, but you’re slightly hurt that he thinks you’d hide something as big as sleeping with his best friend behind his back. 

Jimmy exhales almost imperceptibly and narrows his eyes, “That wasn’t what I meant. It’s not my business, what you do,” he shakes his head and flutters his hand in the air, ending the train of thought. “That’s weird, though. I told him I wasn’t interested in her. I don’t know where he’d get an idea like that.” 

Dunking your croissant into your cup, you feign innocence and apathy all at once. “He’s a loon sometimes,” you smile. It’s your first genuine one of the day. “And it’s not your business, but I’m not…” 

Jimmy looks confused, coffee cup stymied halfway to his mouth, one eyebrow raised in question, “Sleeping with Kevin,” you qualify. “It’s not your business, but that’s definitely not a thing.” 

He throws a sugar packet at you and rolls his eyes. “Thanks for the clarification.”

______

Dec 2018

“I can’t believe you talked me into this again,” your tight grip on Jimmy’s hands hasn’t loosened since last year. He’s pulling you along, as easy as breathing, 

“And I can’t believe you haven’t gotten better at it since then.” It’s not like you’ve had much (or any) practice since last year, but you still smile up at him, nose stinging with the cold and having more fun than you’d care to admit. 

This year’s family skate Jimmy asked you to come and you agreed easily, only giving him the slightest of a hard time before immediately caving and promising to come. 

His family was able to make it this year, so you're not even sure why he needs you here, but that's beside the point. "Maybe you should have taken me to practice, literally at all since last year," you tip your head up to complain, "it's not my first rodeo… but it's my second, which is still a very small number of rodeos."

Jimmy can't help but laugh at you, eyes shining and cheeks dimpled. Your heart jumps into your throat at the sight, and Gracia gives you a strange look from across the rink where she's got her arm looped through Brady's. You do your best to ignore it, having too much fun to worry about her line of questioning that will surely end up in your texts later. 

"You're coming to breakfast tomorrow right? I'm taking my family before they fly back," Jimmy tugs you closer to his side, pulling you out of the way as some of the younger kids thread through the crowd, playing what looks like a quick paced game of tag. 

You pull yourself closer into his side, not above using any excuse to leech off his body heat and steady feet to make yourself more comfortable. “Do you think I’d miss any chance to hang out with the Veseys? C’mon. Of course I’ll be there.”

He gives your hand a squeeze, “Not sure I like it. They’re letting you get real comfortable chirping me.” Your laugh echoes in the rink, and there’s not a place in the world you’d rather be. 

______

February 2019

“I don’t understand, so they can just move you whenever they want?” It’s almost a shriek, and "almost" is being pretty generous.

All three boys nod solemnly, but it’s Jimmy that speaks up, “Yeah, I mean, there’s a little more to it than that, but that’s the basic gist.”

Appalling. “So one day you’ll just POOF leave and that’s it?” Kevin looks awfully squirmy and you hate this conversation so much. They don’t even dignify your question with a response. “That fucking sucks. We just have to hope for the best I guess," you feel stupid and helpless, but positivity is all you have to cling to right now.

______

You’re blubbering. That’s the only word for it. “Both of you?” Kevin and Brady nod sad smiles and bring you in for a hug. They leave tomorrow, but promise they’ll be back at the end of the season, if only to pack up their stuff and have it shipped to their new destinations, Brady to Carolina and Kevin to Winnipeg, of all places. 

Jimmy has his arm wrapped around you and his thumb is rubbing gently up and down your shoulder. That’s the only thing that has you taking a calming breath and demanding, “You better be so active in the group chat.”  

______

"This is so shitty." It's Friday night and you're sitting on Jimmy's couch, huddled in the corner, the soft blanket they keep on the back of the sofa cuddled up under your chin. Kevin and Brady have been gone a week and Jimmy's handling it way better than you are. 

He walks around behind the couch, drops a few easy pats on your head before handing you a donut and sitting down next to you. "Yeah, but it's the cost of being in the league." Munching your donut thoughtfully, it seems to hit you all at once; looking over at Jimmy, you nearly choke on your donut. 

"Does this mean you're going to leave too?" His answer isn't the one you want, as you watch him shrug one shoulder, noncommittal behind his Boston Cream donut, (of course). 

“Excuse me?! What does," you shrug to emulate him, "mean? Is that a yes?" You're not happy with the looks he gives you. 

"It's an 'I don't know.' It's a volatile thing. We should just enjoy it while I'm here and make the best with what we have." That makes you feel even worse, so you let your head fall into Jimmy's shoulder and sigh. 

"Let's not do this. Go back to your place, get dressed and we'll go get dinner or go do something. You need a distraction. I can't have you crying over Brady and Kevin every day." The smile he gives you is half mocking and half sad, but he's right.

"Okay," you huff and scramble out from under the blankets, "but you're buying and I want that sushi place I like. You know the one."

Jimmy makes a face, but nods his head. "You have one hour. I'm calling and making the reservation now." You're out of the apartment and across the hall before he finishes his sentence.

______

When you're ready to go, bundled up in your favorite blue sweater you scamper back to Jimmy's door and knock, as a courtesy, before opening it and announcing your presence. He comes out of his room in only his jeans as you're standing in the foyer. 

"I can't find my good sweater," he has his hands on his hips and instead of being a liar, you can admit to yourself that the way you're looking isn't exactly respectful. 

You know Jimmy sometimes makes your heart squeeze in your chest, but you haven't examined or chased that feeling. He's here now, but who knows about the next month, the next season? It's not what you want to get into, especially with the wound of Brady and Kevin's departure being so fresh. Jimmy's never really made a move or said anything, so it's probably not even something he's noticed or even thought about, anyway. It's better this way. 

He's passing you to get to the dryer, and turns his head to stare as he walks by, "What?" It finally shakes you out of the useless dialogue in your head. 

"Nothing, I just thought you'd be dressed. I didn't mean to barge in." 

Half in the dryer he answers, "You did mean to barge in. You always barge in. Am I making you uncomfortable?" You shake your head no, but he can't see you, still digging in the dryer. 

"No, not at all," you finally verbalize. The look he gives you over a freckled shoulder tells you he doesn't believe you and you can't really blame him, even you heard your voice waver. It's a shame and a blessing all at once when you hear him finally give a noise of success and pull the sweater over his head. 

"Ready?" He looks over at you and you can feel the heat on your neck and silently pray he can't tell. 

______

"I don't even like sushi," he turns the page of the menu and his eyes keep scanning for something that is cooked and more his taste. 

Your menu is closed in front of you, ready to order, "Well why did you say yes, then?" He looks up, away from the menu and levels a glare at you. 

"If you recall, I didn't say yes. You said you wanted sushi and that I'm paying and then ran out of my apartment." You can't help but smile. 

"I don't know, that doesn't sound like me," you tease.

"It sounds exactly like you," he's smiling too as he returns his eyes to his menu. The waiter drops by to take orders and you ask for more time, since you know Jimmy has no idea what he wants. 

He surprises you when he closes his menu and says he’s ready. "What did you decide?" You tilt your head and kick your feet against the booth. 

"I'm just going to get whatever you get," he shrugs and it's so unlike Jimmy you're actually confused for a second. He sees it on your face and answers before you can ask, "Gotta take a risk sometime." 

When the waiter walks away, a tense silence sits at the table. You've never had dead air like this between you and Jimmy, but you're sitting on your hands, feet swinging, and trying desperately not to stare at his face. 

"I like that color on you," his non sequitur has you looking up at him, he sips his water and you peer down at your blue sweater, lying crooked on your shoulders, the left one mostly uncovered. 

Why are you suddenly feeling so shy? This is Jimmy- your late night diner companion, your Sunday morning coffee buddy, your Game of Thrones binge-watching partner. No matter how you try to adjust your stare at him, it becomes harder and harder to force him back into that box. 

"Thanks," is what comes out, more of a reflex than anything else.  

If questioned, you wouldn't remember anything you guys spoke about at dinner. Jimmy kept a constant stream of chatter the whole time. He could obviously tell you weren't in the mood to lead the conversation. Too worried about him leaving New York, leaving you. The dinner that was supposed to cheer you up does anything but. 

______

June 2019

"I missed you both so much!" You're hanging off of Kevin's neck, and Brady is laughing behind him. 

"Enough to help us pack?" Kevin laughs a little at Brady's joke, and shakes you loose. 

"You didn't miss us, you've had Jimmy all to yourself for the last few months." You squeeze Kevin a little harder and whisper a “Shut your fucking mouth,” into his ear as quietly as possible. 

Luckily, Jimmy is engrossed in a conversation with Brady across the room, already helping him gather the remaining belongings that were left behind when he went to Carolina earlier in the year. 

When Kevin and Brady are all packed up, they call up those who haven't left yet for the summer  and talk them into one last get together, not that anyone really needs to be coerced into having a good time or a beer. 

______

Two days later you're in your blue sundress banging on the door across the hall before barging in, because Jimmy’s right, that’s what you usually do. Kevin and Brady are sitting on the couch, they look ready, so you stand in front of the TV. “I’m on time, let's go."

Kevin pushes you gently out of the way, “Jimmy’s taking forever. Go help your boyfriend and get out of the way, you're blocking the Sox.” Most people think Kevin's a little silly and clueless about anything that's not hockey related, but he's perceptive and you hate him.

You scoff, “Just for that, you’re paying. Put that fancy new Philly contract to use,” but you make your way over towards Jimmy's room anyway. His door is open and you don't see him inside, so you try the closed bathroom door instead, knocking 3 times against the door. 

"Jimmy?" He opens up the door and he's standing in front of the mirror pushing what you assume is gel around his hair. 

"I'm almost ready. I just can't get this to sit right for some reason today," the hair above his forehead is standing at a weird angle and he gives a frustrated sigh. 

Grabbing a little gel, you push him down onto the closed lid of the toilet seat. "Come here, I'll do it." You scratch your hands through his hair, mussing it before pushing it to one side and working out the cowlick, enlisting the help of the brush on the sink. It almost looks perfect when you catch sight of Jimmy's eyes closed in bliss. He’s tipped forward, forearms on his thighs, hands hanging between his knees.

"I could fall asleep right here. That's so relaxing." Your breath catches in your chest and you pause with your hands in his hair, before giving his scalp a little scratch for good measure. He laughs and leans into it like a puppy.

The heavy footsteps should tip you off, but you're running your fingers through Jimmy's hair when Kevin appears in the doorway. You quickly pull your hands down to your sides, but the damage is done. "Oh. Don't let me interrupt, but we're trying to get going." 

Jimmy's up in a flash checking his hair in the mirror, he mutters a quick thanks and retreats back to his bedroom to get his shoes. If looks could kill, surely Kevin would be 6 feet under. He snickers a little and looks at you with his dumb puppy dog eyes. 

“You are inconvenient at best and a menace at worst,” he doesn’t even have the common courtesy to look sheepish. 

“Listen, you’ve been alone with him the last 4 months. Make a move; I’m so sick of this.” You’re not gentle as you push your way past him out of the bathroom. It gives you a general feeling of satisfaction when you hear the ‘oof’ of him being jostled against the doorframe. 

Despite Kevin’s loud mouth and inconvenient timing, once you get to the the little bar with the rest of the guys who hung around the city, Jimmy doesn’t avoid you. It’s a nice feeling when he grabs you a drink from the bar without you asking and leaves his arm resting on the booth over your shoulder, leaning in to look at the menu and to give his two cents on your selection. 

“Can you just get regular wings? Boneless are just chicken nuggets with better marketing. We could share; I’ll get that quesadilla you like,” it barely takes any wheedling for you to roll your eyes and give in, and the look Kevin pins on you from across the table is telling. 

Maybe the summer apart will be good. You can’t deny it, you’ve been slowly falling for Jimmy month after month, picking up intensity each day you snuggle into the couch to relax together. It’s clearly becoming apparent to everyone around you. Maybe the distance will be a positive thing, help you cool off and calm down, since the transient lifestyle of a professional athlete isn’t one that would suit you. Gracia was able to pick-up and move for Brady, but you’re just not sure you could drop everything and follow someone around the country like that. 

Later that night in the cab Jimmy leans over and drops his head sleepily onto your shoulder, “I like this color on you. Have I told you that?” 

You nod, “Yeah, yeah you have.” He nods and settles in further, dozing on the short ride back to your building. The summer will definitely be a good thing.

______

Jimmy packs his own stuff up for the summer, you help, folding his clothes and packing them in boxes. “I don’t like this, why don’t you just leave your stuff here,” you question, dropping another pair of sweats in the half-empty box. 

“It’s a precaution; in case they trade me during the summer,” it’s the truth, but it’s not what you want to hear. 

Slowly, you raise your eyes to meet Jimmy’s. “How do you live like this?” One more pair of sweats into the box, “Not knowing?”

He shrugs, balling up a shirt and tossing it into the box, “It’s scary,” he starts. “Stressful to be sure,” he continues, dropping one more poorly folded shirt into the box. “But it’s kinda exciting, in a weird sort of way.” 

You help him load the meager boxes into his Jeep and hug him around the neck in front of your building. He kisses you on top of the head and says “See you soon.” You wave from the sidewalk until he turns and you can’t see him anymore. 

He gets traded in July. 

______

July 2019

Just me and Mr. Callahan again. It’s going to be awfully quiet around here

Jimmy: He’s a firecracker, don’t let him fool you. 

______

“How was your flight?” Gracia was kind enough to pick you up from the airport. She was also kind enough to invite you up to her family’s lake house in Minnesota for the 4th. You nod and she helps you shove your bag into her trunk, “It was good! No complaints, just happy to be on the ground. I’m a nervous flier.” She pats you on the shoulder and opens the passenger door for you to hop in. 

“The boys will be so happy to see you,” she turns onto the highway and puts on her sunglasses, “not as happy as I am, because it’s just been the four of us for the past 3 days and I’m ready to kill them all. Too much testosterone.” 

You can’t help but laugh, “They’re a lot when they’re all together. Much more manageable one on one. I’m going to miss them so much next year. Don’t tell them though. I’ll never hear the end of it,” she hands you her phone and you scroll through trying to pick the next song.

She laughs. “They’re not that bad, you’re right. Honestly, we’ll all just be happy when you’re there and Jimmy stops moping around like a sad puppy,” her eyebrows raise up past her sunglasses as she tilts her head over towards you. 

It’s just so difficult to select the next song, that’s why you focus so hard on her phone and refuse to look up and split your attention. 

“You can tell me if something’s going on, you know that right? It’s in the vault, I won’t say a word. Not even to Brady!” She checks over her shoulder before switching lanes, casually putting no pressure on you. 

Sighing, you respond after a tense bout of silence, “How long is the ride?” 

Gracia’s smile widens, “About an hour.” 

You promise there’s not much to tell, but begin anyway. 

“We just get along really well. It’s never been awkward between us and it’s really nice, you know?” She patiently waits for you to continue. “I mean, I’m sure you know, because you and Brady have known each other for literally ever, but he's been my best friend since he moved in. I’m going to miss him a lot.” 

She purses her lips to hold back her comment, but you know it’s there, “Say it,” you demand.

“Just best friends?” She can barely wait to spill the words out once you tell her to speak. 

You nod, “Yes, just friends. I mean, there’s been a few moments when I look over at him and I think I could see more.” It’s hard to say the next part out loud, “I never said anything though, because he could be traded at like, any second. You know how it is.” It’s her turn to nod, “That’s true, but would it be the worst thing?” 

“I’m just not sure I could live my life like that. Never knowing where home is, constantly in fear of having to pick up and go to the next city.” The mountains are closer than they were before and you can see why Brady loves coming home. “And then look what happened, I would have opened my fat mouth, he got traded anyway, and I wouldn’t even get to keep him. I’m glad I never said anything.”

Gracia looks torn. “I hear you. It’s definitely not easy.” She’s quiet for a while and you think the conversation is over, but she starts up again, “but it’s easier than living without him. For me anyway. If that’s not a choice you want to make, I support you either way. But just think about the alternative. Risk versus reward or whatever.” The drive is quiet the rest of the way to the cabin and you have a hard time looking Jimmy in the eyes for the next few days.

______

“Hey,” Jimmy sits next to you, heavily dropping down onto the log that’s masquerading as a bench. 

You smile up at him, spinning your marshmallow over the fire. “Hey, bud.” It’s almost perfectly golden. 

“Everything okay? I feel like we’ve barely spoken since you got here.” You’re surprised he noticed, but he’s not wrong and you quickly try to come up with an excuse that won’t point to the conflicting feelings you’re currently working through. 

Reaching over him, you grab a graham cracker and start assembling your s’more to buy yourself some time. His eyes don’t stray, watching your hands work to get the sticky marshmallow off of your skewer. 

“Yeah, I’m just adjusting to the idea of not having you guys around. I think it’s finally starting to hit me.” It’s not a lie, and Jimmy must hear the truth in it, because he nods, taking your skewer and impaling his own marshmallow. 

He shoves his mallow right into the fire, too impatient to wait for it to slowly brown on each side. “I’m not looking forward to it either,” he takes his flaming treat from the fire and blows it out, charred black. “Nothing has to change, we can still talk everyday. Video chat, phone calls, texts. You can come visit too. You have tons of vacation days you never use.”

“It’s not the same,” you pout, despite trying to hold back the way your heart hurts admitting it. 

“It's not the same,” he agrees. 

You tuck your arm through his and sigh heavily, trying to expel the negativity, resting your head against his. 

“We’ll make it work, though,” he looks hopeful as he hands you back your skewer, another marshmallow already in place. 

“We’ll make it work,” you find yourself promising back.

[skjeinon]

breeding kink chris but you tell him you think you're ready for a baby

woo hoo i’m gonna try to get back in the swing of writing

18+

you and chris had both been reaching further towards having a baby, but even after you had a rock on your finger and he called you his wife, you still hesitated. your parents constantly would bombard you with “honey you only have a few more years left-“ and it bothered you.. you were a little younger than chris, it wasn’t like you were also coming around the corner of a rough birth.

since you and chris had tied the knot, he had been ready for a little kreider to be running around the house and his sex drive was annoyingly through the roof. you had a hard time leaving bed to make breakfast for the two of you on your days off, and it made it especially hard when you knew that once you came home and told him you were finally off birth control, and ready to have a baby, that you wouldn’t leave the bed for hours.

you finally unlocked the door and walked in, seeing chris sitting at his piano, looked up to see you and a smile formed on his face. the whole thing was a surprise so walking in you looked a little suspicious. you finally sat all your stuff down and walked over to him, still sitting.

he turned to face you, sitting on the other side of his bench to let you stand between his legs. “hi baby.. how was your day..” his hands placed on your hips while yours came to his face. leaning over, you placed a kiss on his lips. “it was good. how was yours?” you smiled against his lips as he slowly pulled you down to sit in his lap. “it was alright, i had a meeting or two.. boring.” he shrugged, holding you against his hips, with his palms on your ass. after a moment of silence, you decide to break it to him.

“chris. i have something i need to tell you..” he was almost tense with the sentence. “yeah? what is it, honey?” he placed his face in your hair, inhaling softly. “i um. i’m ready to have a baby.. that’s why i went to the doctor today.. to get me off birth control.” it was silent for a moment before he processed what you had said and almost dropped you. he held you tight as he moved back a little to see your face. “REALLY?” he was ecstatic. you nodded with a soft smile on your lips until it formed into a toothy grin. “oh my fucking god, i love you so much..” he kisses you before he holds you close. “so much…” he repeats. your face in his chest, you mumble back an “i love you more” against his chest.

you both sit there for a moment before he finally lets you breath. you’re sitting against his lap, arms around his neck. “fuck i cannot wait to put a child in you…” his eyes were exploring your face. “well.. then yknow.. do it.” you shrugged, tilting your head to the side with a small smile on your face. he shook his head and stood up, hopping a little to get your body closer to his so he could carry you to your bed. “oh my god i didn’t think you’d take me seriously-“ you tilted your head back laughing as he brought you to your shared bedroom.

—

chris had you on your belly with a pillow under your hips. with his free hand , his fingers were slowly pumping in and out of you, gentle moans leaving your lips as he made a mess of the slick between your legs. your thighs were wet and you were gently clawing at the soft blanket below the two of you. you were getting so close to cumming for the 3rd time and was wondering why he wouldn’t just stuff his cock in you and breed you.

finally he would pull his fingers out with the intention to fill you up. he pulled his cock out and leaned over you, placing a kiss on the back of your neck. “i love you, baby…” he mumbled before lining his cock up to your entrance. “i love you too” you whimper as he fills you up. his hips flush against yours before his hands come to your hips. he nearly pulls all the way out before he thrusts all the way back in. “oh my fucking god.. you feel so good..” with his head thrown back, he’s knee deep in fucking you, while you’re distracted at how big he is. eyes are rolled back as he fucks you like you’re just a toy, your lexicon limited to the sounds that sounded like his name or just fucked dumb mumbles as he drove his cock into you.

the bulge in your stomach always sent him over the moon , so you could always feel his large hand against your lower belly looking for it. once he found it, he almost doubled over. he was leaned over you a bit more, his groans becoming louder in your ear, making you squeeze around him, everytime he felt that, his hips would stutter a little. “fuck i want to fill you up so much.. fuck this baby into you. you’re gonna be so fucking sexy full of my cum.. ugh…” he began to mumble just dirty thoughts as he got closer. your orgasm around the corner as well.

“f-fuck - i’m close.. chris i’m gonna cum please..” your face deep in the sheets, your mumbles are helpless. “cum for me baby, cum on my cock, i’m right behind you” his thrusts become sporadic as hes fumbling to keep a steady pace as he finally hits the spot that throws you over the edge. you’re practically screaming as you cum on his cock, knuckles turning white as you grip the sheets. almost in sync as you cum, he’s filling you up, his cock buried as deep inside of you as possible, cum spilling into you. the both of you mumbling curses until you both can come down from your high.

as he settles down, his cock still inside of you. “i’m gonna keep fucking my cum into you until i know you’re gonna be knocked up..” he mumbles, his cock twitching against your walls. he helps lay you down with him still inside of you, youre nodding aimlessly, drunk on his cock. he lays there with you until he’s hard again.

as he begins to get his hard on again, he pulls your hips close to his while you two are laying there and he begins to fuck you, the sounds of his cum mixed with your slick just made it louder. his teeth sunk into your shoulder, not enough to break skin but enough to help you remember who owned your fucking pussy. his hand came under your leg and held it up so he could get a better angle. you’re head was swimming as he fucked that spot that made you see stars. you were close again, overstimulated from your last orgasm. you couldn’t take it anymore, cumming again without warning and as he fucked you through your orgasm, the intense overstimulation of his cock just had you shaking until he finally filled you again.

the rest of the night he would spend it fucking you on every surface he could until you were both fucked out and his cum was basically spilling out of you. when you two were finally done and he had you laid in bed against his frame, his hands rested on your lower belly, satisfied with his work. “i love you so much..” he grumbles, his face in your neck. “oh i love you more..” your words were tired but laced with love as your hands rested above his.

[behoright]

boyfriend! braden schneider in bed

the way nobody asked for this….. go blame @hoesforthecanes

warnings: smut and sexual situations obvi. 18+! onlyyy

- dsjfhksdf SO

- sweet boy Braden

- the most monogamous person sorry

- he loves that you’re his girl and his girl only

- in every sense

- very protective a lil jealous

- nothing that guys can’t talk about but yes it does bother him if other men look at you because

- “you’re mine.”

- not necessarily in an aggressive way but he’s very territorial let’s say

- oh but he has the biggest heart eyes for you

- he wanted to make sure he really really liked you before trying anything

- like the fact that you’re his girlfriend turns him tf ON

- so yes he did make sure to ask you to be his girl properly and directly

- and yes he did wait until then to take you to bed

- and he is so sweet

- melts in your mouth sweet

- i feel like he’s sort of always staring at you a lil bit

- but when he wants you

- he CANNOT take his eyes off you

- wherever you guys are you will feel him staring, burning into you

- if you ask him anything ???? The lights are on but there’s no one home

- he can only say yes or no

- “You… alright, babe?”

- and he just nods slowly and he keeps studying your face

- thinking about all the ways he can have you

- the wheels are just endlessly turning in there

- like you KNOW you have to go home because this man has tuned everything out

- if you don’t go home soon enough he’ll start to get touchy

- like veeeeery touchy

- he does not! Care! He will straight up grope you in public

- squeeze your ass while his body is fully against you….

-…. At the grocery store. He cannot compute anything but you rn

- in bed he’s really just as tender

- he really loves slow sex especially after a date or something

- Braden like to soak up everything when you guys are together

- no pun intended

- he loves sex w you and he’s very present for every single moment

- more of a sensual person than a sexual one tbh

- he does love to be inside you but also everything else that hints or regards sex drives him crazy

- so he can make out with you for hours

- he loves it when it’s slow and romantic or hard and sloppy and needy

- he loves feeling his tongue run against yours like there’s something about that

- it makes his cock so hard so quick

- when you run your hands on his skin

- like if you rub his thighs or his hips it makes him crazy

- he loves it when you grind against him too

- or feeling your underwear soak through ???? Oof

- you’ve made out while just touching each other over your underwear for hoursss

- a big big talker

- you cannot quiet him down in the bedroom

- words just come out of him

- whether he’s fucking you or eating you out or whatever it is

- LOOOVES to talk into your skin

- “You’re so pretty when you moan like that.”

- talks into your pussy constantly

- literally with spit dribbling from his lips

- “You’re so fucking gorgeous. you taste so good, baby, it drives me wild.”

-“i can feel you pulsating against my tongue, my girl.”

- loves to praise but ummm loves to be praised more

- if you tell him he’s doing a good job…. Game over

- it turns him on so much that his whole body twitches as his cock gets harder

- it’s almost too much to take for him

- he gets lightheaded seriously

- whenever you tell him how good he’s making you feel/how good it feels/etc

- he squeezes his eyes tight tight

- because he doesn’t want to be distracted by anything and just focus on your words and the pleasure

- “you’re so good to me, B. No one has ever made me feel like this.”

- if you keep the talk going he starts to shake

- like telling Braden that he played well when you meet him outside of the locker room is dangeroussss

- he’d get so blushy jskdfhklasjd

- foreplay is his thing

- there’s been times that you two have cum multiple times simply from playing with each other

- and he’s so good with that

- 69…. A favorite of his

- he likes it that you guys touch each other at the same time

- all of this meaning that you guys can go at it all night

- def loses track of time buried in between your legs

- and he LOVES to cum more than once

- he figured out if he can get past the initial overstimulation it feels so good to cum again

- he’s figured out a way to have a good pace when you guys fuck or play so that you’re both at the edge of overstimulation but not there and it’s titillating

- sex is always always always hours long he’s not a guy that messes with quickies

- it’s sacred time between you two

- if he goes in with heart eyes he comes out of it with even bigger feelings for you. The goal is always to bring you guys closer no matter what the physical outcome is

- his kryptonite is teasing tho

- he’s the most needy when he’s horny

- teasing would drive him insane

- he has this insane belief that maybe if he waits it out he will feel less horny

- but it never happens that way. The more he waits the harder he gets

- until his cock is so swollen

- like a dark, deep red, throbbing swollen

- that he can’t take it anymore

- he doesn’t like to take anything from you but he’ll def voice it

- “baby, please, let’s go home”

- “I fucking need you so bad”

- “you want to feel what you’re doing to me? Touch it, baby, no one’s looking right now.”

- all muttered in your ear while he checks around

- and when he’s needy he gets

- whimpery

- any little touch or praise makes him whimper

- audibly !

- or groan too. Like the deepest groan

- that being said

- when he’s traveling…. His biggest nightmare

- porn will simply not do it for him he could care less about any random ass video

- he loves getting nudes from you but will never ever ever ask

- he needs your FaceTime dates

- NEEDS them

- or he loses it

- mentally he’s not there without the daily FaceTimes

- this man is so golden retriever cute he’ll set up his phone and everything

- he was actually really shy to ask you first so you guys had a talk about it

- the first roadies you’d send each other snapchats with the audio ON

- the amount of snaps you’ve gotten that the camera is shaky because he’s coming so hard but he still tries to keep it in focus :’)

- until one day he just FaceTimed you

- “baby, I just, I fucking miss you so much, I’m going to explode.”

- “look how fucking hard you made me, and you’re not even here.”

- and he’s fully naked on the hotel bed flushed flushed flushed and sweaty

- “nothing will do it, baby, I need you. i need to see you, please.”

- so whiny it’s endearing

- you stripped for him and touched yourself on FaceTime and he came so so quickly

- so now it’s kinda exciting when he goes on trips because you know it’ll be a lil different in the best way possible

- when he gets really desperate he-

- “I’m going to fly you out, fuck, I don’t fucking care. I’m flying you out, I need to touch you.”

- while he’s pumping at his cock so feverishly

- his legs twitch too and seeing every muscle move involuntarily while he grinds up into his hand…

- makes you lose it

- being in the hotel does not stop the talk

- “Can I see you? let me see, doll.”

- “Please touch yourself for me, baby. Look how pretty your pussy is, god.”

- “I’ve been edging all day for you, baby.”

- “i can’t wait to see you, princess, i can’t wait to be inside you again.”

- and when he cums

- oh

- it’s like the world shakes

- his head fully goes back into his pillow

- eyes fluttering stuck on the ceiling

- mouth slack open

- and the loudest, deepest groan you’ve ever heard

- he does not give a shit about any chirps

- like not only single fuck given

- it just feels too good

- giggles after he cums kfhaskjfh

- 10/10 you guys