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happilysmythe · 2 months

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❥ 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚

trent frederic.

word count: 2.2k

warning: explicit content

"you the medication when i'm feeling anxious" — ariana grande

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“D’you think anyone would notice if we went to the bathroom at the same time?”

Your head whipped around to face Trent, who had his face buried in his phone, scrolling through his music. The nonchalant expression that was present on his face made you wonder if he even said anything to begin with.

“Sorry?”

“You heard me.”

“Trent, we’re…we’re on a plane,” you pointed out timidly, “with your teammates.”

A soft chuckle left his lips; an action made to taunt you. And taunt you, it did. You loved him, but god, he had a way of making you feel utterly embarrassed sometimes.

“Never done that on a plane before?” he asked you, turning his head ever-so-slightly so he could see you out of the corner of his eye.

“Actually, yes, I have.”

Your comment piqued his interest. “That so?”

“Once. And it sucked. Royally,” you told him promptly, looking back down at the magazine between your hands. “So I’d prefer not to have to do it again.”

“Tell you what,” he spoke, standing up from his seat, placing his phone down and reaching his hand out. “Try it, and if you hate it again, we’ll pretend it didn’t happen.”

Truthfully, the offer seemed enticing. Hell, Trent was your boyfriend. You should’ve trusted that he’d know what he was doing. And shit, there wasn’t much in the world that you loved more than the way he fucked you—hands on your waist, your neck, lips touching every last inch of your body.

“Fine,” you reluctantly agreed, standing with him and allowing him to guide you toward the bathroom. Shamefully, you walked down the aisle, following closely behind your boyfriend.

“God, I feel like they’re all looking at us.”

He laughed. “The last thing they’re doing is paying attention, babe. Trust me. Just keep walking.”

You finally reached the door, on it a small plaque with the word lavatory engraved into the metal. A prompt check of his surroundings was made before he nudged the door open, holding it in place as his hand pushed you inside by the small of your back. The door clicked shut behind you and he locked it, then made his way over to you.

“There’s…a lot more room in this one,” you swallowed.

“Just enough,” he mumbled before leaning down and pushing his lips to yours.

Every time he kissed you, your body gave into him, and this time was no different. Every worry, every disapproving thought you had vanished in an instant. He was intoxicating; so fucking irresistible, and your mind struggled to conjure up an excuse or reason to stop, even though you could’ve rattled off near thousands before.

He knew exactly what he did to you, and that was why he proposed that little deal in the first place. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that you’d accept his offer.

His tongue slipped into your mouth, meeting yours and slowly tangling with it. You relished in the feeling as his hands slid down to your waist, feet taking slow steps backward, hands pulling you with him.

He sat on the closed toilet cover and pulled you into his lap in one swift motion, hand moving to your front and sliding up, palm flattening on your stomach.

“Is this okay?”

His voice was a quiet rasp. You looked down to find his eyes already looking up at you, waiting for your response. As far as he knew, you were still on the fence.

But you already knew that you were far from it.

You nodded sharply, giving him the go-ahead. He took this and slid his hand down from your stomach to your inner thigh. As he moved his hand up your thigh, the cold surface of his ring grazed your skin, eliciting a soft whimper from your throat.

He loved the sound of your moans. They fueled his ego, showed him what he did to you. Just how good he made you feel, even when he had yet to try.

He was thankful you’d chosen to wear a thin dress that day; he didn’t have to be burdened by pulling anything off. Instead, he was able to push the fabric of the dress slightly up your legs, granting him easy access to the lacy underwear that drove him positively nuts every time he saw it.

His face was buried in your neck within seconds, lips leaving soft kisses as his fingers reached the lace and pushed it aside. Slowly, he dragged his knuckles across the skin, the cold touch of the metal adding to the sensation. He grinned as he felt your hips roll slightly. You were struggling to keep still, and he knew it, which was why it was all the more sweet for him.

“Not so bad, is it?” he cooed, tongue grazing just under your jaw.

“No,” your response weakly sounded, “it’s not.”

“Mm,” he agreed, then pulled back and brought his hand up to his face briefly.

Your eyes widened with shock when spit left his mouth and hit his fingers, leaving them shiny as he rubbed them together and slid them back between your thighs. Then, it was the sound of another faint moan falling from your lips as he carefully pushed them into you, making sure to keep you as quiet as possible.

Your hands gripped his shoulders for stability, nails tearing at the fabric of his shirt that you couldn’t wait to take off once the two of you got home.

He kissed you again, his mouth stifling the moans threatening to break loose as he slowly moved his fingers up and down. With them, your hips moved once more, bringing that cocky grin back to his face again while he continued to move his hand.

He didn’t plan on making this last for long—oh, no—he had other ideas. This was only him getting you ready for him, and truthfully, you practically already were from the start. There wasn’t much time for fooling around, or else the two of you would begin to run the risk of getting caught.

So his fingers were gone almost as fast as they came, the loss of his touch prompting a whimper to escape your throat. “Trent, why—”

“Shh,” he demanded, cutting you off, and you couldn’t help but sit in confusion.

A part of him enjoyed seeing you so needy. The satisfaction of making you squirm with just the denial of his fingers brought him the sense of control that he desperately needed. And he loved how quick you were to listen to his every word.

But he always made sure to reward you; he wasn’t the type to take without giving.

And it didn’t take long for you to piece together what he was doing once you noticed his hand fumbling with his pants. Soon, you found your hand moving down to wrap your fingers around him, pumping him slowly, earning a low groan of approval. With all of the times he’d been vocal about how much he loved that feeling, he didn’t even have to say it.

But, of course, he did it anyway.

“Fuck,” he rasped, “you’re so good.” He moaned again, hands molding to your waist and beginning to adjust your position. As he lifted you, your hand began to carefully line him up with you, and he sucked in a breath.

“Wait,” he paused. “Did you—”

“I never miss a day, Trent,” you quickly responded, cutting him off. “You’re good.”

He nodded sharply, then tightened his grip on your waist and lowered you onto him, the sound of mixed moans filling both his and your ears. You leaned forward slightly, placing both hands on his shoulders again as he shifted in your stomach, effectively rendering you unstable.

He loved filling you bare; he felt every bit of movement that way. Every sensation when you’d come apart around him. Not to mention it was a much easier cleanup to tackle.

“God, you feel so good,” he mumbled as he pressed a kiss to your lips.

“So do you.”

His eyes flitted up to yours as he squeezed your waist, silently asking for your approval to start moving. Of course, it was a no-brainer to you—a hard yes.

So you finally lifted yourself up slightly, then slowly sunk back down. You allowed his firm hands to guide you as you moved up and down, walls constricting around him in the process.

By now, your dress had ridden up your body; the fabric now sat just above your stomach, bundled up at your ribs. You could now feel his large, rough hands bare on your skin, cold ring digging into your side. And not only was he able to see how the lacy underwear—which you knew he loved—hugged your hips, but it also exposed the print of a small bulge in your stomach.

That just so happened to be the shape of his tip.

He could see the movement—every last inch of it—and he loved it.

It wasn’t just the visibility that you loved. It was the way his dick felt buried inside of you, filling you up with ease and hitting every single fucking spot imaginable. How deep he reached. It felt like he was made for you—you’d told him so countless times during sex—and this time proved to be no different.

For a moment, you forgot that you were on a plane with the rest of his professional hockey team. And when you let a moan slip that might have been just a tad bit too loud, Trent made sure to bring you back down to reality.

“Hey.”

Your head snapped up and aligned your gaze with his, your hips still grinding slowly. “Don’t be too loud. You don’t want to get us caught,” he cooed, giving your hips a squeeze.

You nodded sharply and buried your face in his neck as soft whimpers continued to spill from your lips. He sped up your movements slightly with his hands, a groan escaping his throat and humming against your mouth.

“Trent, fuck,” you mumbled weakly.

He felt you clench around him as he started to hit the sweet spot inside you, signaling to him that you were close. He finally removed a hand from your waist and brought it between your legs, thumbing the area gently and bringing you closer. Your reaction to the added sensation was telling—weaker, needier moans that were relentlessly pried from your throat.

“Like that, mm?”

“Yes.”

Finally, you tipped over the edge, his finger keeping up its pace and working you through your release. The moment your head began to lift he enveloped your mouth in another kiss, tongue slipping past your lips once more.

With a low groan into your mouth, he followed, spilling into you, the warmth beginning to spread throughout your stomach slowly. He moved his hand back up, this time finding purchase on your stomach to feel his gradually slowing movements under his palm.

You could feel the mixture of your releases between your legs, threatening to escape from the place you were joined. But luckily for you, it remained only there and inside.

Once the two of you finally calmed, your head fell to his shoulder, heavy breaths exiting through your parted lips as his arms wrapped fully around your waist, pulling you into him. He pressed small kisses to the side of your head as he let his breaths slow with yours, and the both of you chose to remain silent.

“See?” he finally spoke. “Not so bad.”

“No,” you replied softly, then lifted your head and smiled at him. “Not with you.”

He smiled back and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, then settled his hands on your hips again. Carefully, he lifted you off of him and allowed you to fix yourself while he did the same. He gripped the fabric of your dress and gently slid it back down your body. Finally, you stood up, reflexively reaching out to grab him when you realized the need for stability.

“I’ve got you.” He stood up with you and pulled you in, his fingers pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You go out first, mk? I’ll come out in a few.”

“Okay,” you agreed softly.

He leaned down and kissed you for the last time and loosened his grip on you, allowing you to walk out of the bathroom and timidly make your way back to your seat. He waited for a few minutes, checking his hair in the mirror and wiping his hands clean of any mess left on them.

You saw him coming back out of the corner of your eye and looked up, watching him closely as he sat back down next to you. Your hand subconsciously stuck out, silently asking for him to take it in his and he obliged without hesitation, thumb gently grazing the skin.

Not long ago, he’d started to notice how you would tend to become needier after sex—you only wanted to be closer to him—and he thought it was just about the sweetest thing, even now.

Your head rested on his shoulder and he turned, kissing it softly as he continued to hold your hand in his.

“Think you’d do it again?” he asked, his voice a near whisper.

“Definitely.”

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skjeinon · 1 year

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captain doesn’t have to know - jeremy swayman

summary: you’re patrice bergerons little sister visiting him and his family during the holidays for christmas. one so you can go to the winter classic but also to see the family- the bergerons are hosting a small dinner for any of the team that wanted to show up on christmas eve. this is where you’re reunited for the time of the better with jeremy swayman..

warnings: smut 18+ , literally the longest one person fic i’ve ever written, jeremy swayman gets a little kinky in the end, porn with plot and lots of it, no proofread which is probably an awful idea, maybe wrong wag names sorry

The environment that patty and his wife steph create for you when you visit is nothing you’ll ever take for granted, especially this year during christmas. when you arrived and got up to the guest room, you saw steph had lit candles and given you new sheets and silk pajamas for the two weeks. she had given you soaps and salts for baths and the bathroom connected to the bedroom was nothing but beautiful with amenities for you to enjoy while in their humble abode. the flight to boston had been nothing but stressful but you gave it some praise due to the fact that it had been worse two days before christmas in the past.

you knew tomorrow was their little get together so you relished in the fact that it was calmer in the house, as you turned on the lamps in your room and put on the silk pajamas that had been laid out for you. you unpacked and knew you could smell something being cooked downstairs as you saw coming in, when patrice had gone to pick you up, that steph was cooking dinner but also preparing for tomorrow night as well. you enjoyed it, knowing you’d get a nice home cooked meal. college has been kicking your ass, so home cooked meals are far and few between.

making your way downstairs, the kids were giggling as they played with toys, sitting on the floor with patrice. you walked past them, smiling at the fact that they were filled with blissful ignorance, knowing only that christmas was two days away and that tomorrow, they’d probably be brought gifts by the team to add to their collection of gifts under the tree.

seeing stephanie behind the counter, you made your way to sit on one of the stools, starting small talk with her before she asked “where are y’all’s parents for the holidays?” knowing you probably wouldn’t be in boston if it hadn’t been for some other reason.

“did patrice not tell you?” you questioned.

“he did, but i will be frank, i just don’t remember” she shrugged as she cut away at some vegetables going into a dish.

“ah, well they’re going to south america for a few days, they’re coming back up north to boston for the winter classic though” you said as you watched her hands move expertly. in the few seconds of silence, she got an idea and smiled “would you like to try some of this soup? it’s for tomorrow night but i need a good judge.” you smiled and nodded and she gave you a bowl, which sparked thoughts in your noggin.

“so who’s coming tomorrow? to the party” you said as you took a spoonful into your mouth, as you swallowed you gave her compliments on it and smiled. she smiled at your compliments before thinking on the question.

“oh well, brad, his wife and kids, mcavoy, jeremy and jake, taylor and linus and linus’ wife, nick and his kids and probably a few other kids or girlfriends or even players. i cook to feed an army so that everyone is well fed.” she shrugged, she began to clean up, wiping down the counters before pulling some plates out. it was time for dinner and after dinner maybe you’d go and take a bath after. but alas, right now you were about to chow down. “dinner time!!” steph shouted, the kids and patty walked into the kitchen ready to eat.

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that night you found yourself in the bathroom, in the tub taking a warm bath while you looked through instagram, taking every name you remembered and searching them on instagram. it wasn’t as if you forgot names or faces but in reality you hadn’t been around the team enough in the last few years to remember them all perfectly, especially the older guys. you knew you liked jeremy, i mean you were following him on instagram and he followed you but honestly, even then you didn’t know him super well. you thought he was cute but you thought charlie was also cute.. even david- besides the point. you continued your adventure before you shaved and washed yourself down. you found yourself back in the silk pajamas and soon enough in bed. you had another long day ahead of you so you knew sleeping early would strongly be to your benefit.

the moment you laid down, you honestly knocked out, sleeping well into the morning, showing further how tired you were when you woke up to knocking on your door before the kids ran in to wake you up. “auntie!!” they chanted before attacking you in bed, shaking you before you sat up. smiling, you held them and shook them around before patrice came and got them. “cmon kids, aunt y/n needs her beauty sleep.” he smiled as they ran to him, gently closing your door before you got out of bed.

“i guess that was a good wake up call..” you mumbled as you looked at the clock, seeing as it said 9:56 am. you realized you slept in so late and almost cringed a little before you went and brushed your hair, teeth and washed your face. instead of remaining in your pajamas, you simply changed into some simple clothes for the day and made your way downstairs.

“morning sunshine” stephanie said as you walked into the kitchen, she was cleaning up from breakfast but pulled the plate with your food on it from the microwave. she sat it down as you sat down and offered you some coffee before she went back to doing what she was doing. her and patrice had been cleaning the house and cooking some more already, as they wanted to take the kids ice skating before the party tonight. to not only fire them out a little but to give them a nice skating experience on a nice day like christmas eve.

as you finished eating, everything for the day was set in motion and everyone finished getting ready to leave the house. you joined them in ice skating and the outing was a success. you all had fun but coming back home, you knew you’d probably be sore the next day. to relieve this, you took a warm shower before everyone planned to arrive, doing your makeup and hair as well. you picked out a dress to wear that night way before you had even packed to come to boston. it was a deep red, crushed velvet dress that held your hips while puffed out at the sleeves. you had white tights and black boots with it , and it was almost santa-ish when you looked in the mirror. looking at yourself, you felt cute and hoped to gain something from it. whether it was compliments from wives or the kids saying “you’re so pretty!” you hoped to gain something.

you walked down the stairs and saw the tree lit up with all the other gorgeous lights and christmas decorations lit up. you smiled and walked through the living room to see the dining room and eating area near the kitchen set with gorgeous dining areas and beautiful centerpieces. you walked into the kitchen, it being empty as steph was with the kids helping them get ready. patty walked in and was wearing a nice button up. “you look nice” you smiled to him and he nodded. “same to you. i hope you feel good about tonight. i know it may be weird for you to spend christmas eve with the boys and not mom and dad.” he said leaning into one of the chairs at the bar top. you shrugged.

“it’s fine. i think i’ll enjoy myself.” you smiled, before hearing the sound of a knock at the door. you hustled to the door with patrice following behind you. you answered the door with a smile, it was brad, sloane and the kids. he smiled seeing you- “Y/N Bergeron, who dragged you into town!”he smiled before offering you a hug as him and his family walked in. the rest of the night when letting people in, it was all very similar except for when jeremy saw you…

he was one of the last ones to show up, fashionably late with flowers for stephanie and some baked goods for desert. you were on door opening duty while stephanie and patrice hosted. opening the door, you saw his tall thin stature walk up to the door. “hi!” you smiled and he stared at you for a moment, silent before he realized he needed to speak. “h-hello! i didn’t realize you were coming into town-” he laughed, his cheeks turning pink. “it’s good to see you.” he smiled walking in. you closed the door behind him, offering to take the flowers from him. “it’s good to see you too..” you smiled up at him, but he simply was staring. you thought that maybe he was a little dumb but seeing him this shocked at your presence made your cheeks burn.

you walked with him into the area everyone else had made themselves home at. a few guys waved to him and charlie stared at you for a moment before staring back at him as you walked through the living room to the kitchen. charlie gave jeremy a thumbs up- against my own knowledge. standing in the kitchen, you showed steph the flowers that jeremy had brought her and ordered him to sit down the dish he brought with him. the rest of the girls who stood with steph talking complimented the flowers which just made jeremy’s cheeks burn brighter before he dismissed himself.

“hey y/n?” sloane said as you cut the ends of the flowers off to put them in a vase.

“yes?” you turned your head, looking at her as you placed the flowers into the vase. she noticed the way jeremy stared at you and was curious.

“do you and jeremy talk outside of when you come to boston?” she asked , you were a little confused but complied. “uh, no not really. sometimes we chat, like he’ll respond to a story i’ve posted. we’ve had a few long conversations before though” you shrugged and went back to looking at the flowers.

“hm, do y’all talk a lot when you come to town?” she said , thinking ab other events that you had attended with him present.

“yeah i’d say so. he’s probably the easiest to talk to. we’re pretty close in age and he’s super sweet.” you smiled to her, trying to figure out what she was getting at. you knew that the moment you finished in here, you’d go into the living room and sit next to him and you both would pick up a conversation like you didn’t have lapses in speaking.

“hm- okay!” she nodded her head and continued on before you interrupted her. “wait- why do you ask?”

“jeremy was red in the face the moment you walked him in here.. i just think he likes you.” sloane spoke with the utmost confidence while steph and janelle agreed. a small smile came to your face, because you knew you had fond thoughts of him but just never chose to say or do anything about it because it never seemed right. i mean he’s the goalie for your older brothers team. it’s not like jeremy is older than patty or anything but it just seems wrong. the whole team will be on his ass if he breaks your heart. that’s caps sister.

your heart ached a little before you walked back into the living room, seeing the empty seat next to him where you felt as if you had seen someone sitting in before but you ignored it as you came and sat next to him.

“so- how have you been?” he said, looking down at you with a smile. you turned to face him, his eyes shining with the christmas lights that decorated the room. “i’ve been good.. how about you?” you said, nudging him slightly. “it’s been good. being apart of a professional sports team isn’t the least physically demanding job yknow, but i get by.” he smiled, leaning back against the couch. you did the same, getting comfortable. “you started your senior year this year right?” he asked, watching as you turned to look at him.

“yeah it did, it’s going pretty good. senioritis hasn’t really hit me yet, i’m hoping it doesn’t. the faster i can get to boston to stay, the faster i’ll be glad college is nearing its end.” you spoke, your body a little closer to his as you turned to speak to him easier, your hands at your thighs, playing with the hem of your dress.

“oh- you’re coming to boston after college??” he said, trying to hide his excitement. “how come?”

“i was offered a job with the boston celtics once i graduate” you looked down, staring at your hands, hiding the joy on your face.

“seriously?? that’s awesome, y/n!!” he say up, placing his hand on your arm, almost overjoyed at the idea of you getting a successful job with someone so soon.

“i know right!!” you giggled, looking up at him. he had a beaming smile on his face and you were just a little stunned at how … cute.. he was. your cheeks were warm as you looked away, and before you knew it, dinner was called. the growing tension was broken as he pulled his hand away from your arm to stand up, but when he stood up, he noticed your heels and offered you his hand. “mlady..” he smiled as you took his hand, he kissed it gingerly, watching you stand up from your seat.

“why thank you, kind sir..” you smiled back, squeezing his hand before letting go, him following behind you as you went to get food. Filling your plates, everyone scattered to the different seating areas, you finding yourself in the dining room, one of the first to sit down. after a few minutes, jeremy walked into the dining room. “do you mind if i sit with you?” he asked, pointing to the seat next to you. you shook your head, he came by and joined in by sitting with you at the table. others came and sat down around the two of you, but a small bubble formed around the two of you as you both talked and giggled over stupid stuff that no one at the table would get like the two of you.

when you finished your food, you got out of your seat after speaking to him saying “are you done? i can take your plate..”. this resulted in him also getting up, he followed you to the kitchen and the two of you were standing alone in the kitchen while you cleaned off your plate and his. most people had migrated back to the living room if they weren’t still chatting at the table. everyone who had finished, respectfully had cleaned off their plates and you praised them silently for it.

jeremy walked around, picking from the ham left out. you turned around and snapped at him. “hey! knock it off” a laugh fell from your lips, grabbing a towel to dry off your hands.

“i’m sorry!” he stuffed a piece into his mouthc watching you throw away the paper towel. you walked over to him and stood against the countertop after having grabbed a small piece for yourself. he turned to watch you, placing his hand on one side of you to lean against the counter rather than standing on all his weight.

“you’re here for the winter classic right?” he said, staring down into your eyes, he was good at eye contact in conversations. you nodded, swallowing before giving an answer.

“i have to go home like the day after, but i definitely am.. why do you ask?”

“oh well.. uh i was wondering if you wanted to go out and get breakfast or lunch or coffee or something one day.. while you’re still here. you should even come to the game on saturday or something.. i won’t be here tuesday or wednesday..” he almost kicked himself when he said the last bit. of course you knew he wouldn’t be here, his captain is your brother.

“are you asking me out, jeremy?” you tilted your head over against your shoulder, giving him a devious little smile.

“yeah.. i think i am.” he said leaning in a little closer, arrogance washing over him a little. confidence came easy when girls gave into his flirtatious acts. “i should’ve done it a long time ago.” he said as he leaned closer to you. your cheeks burned a dark red as he got closer. you took a moment in your head to acknowledge what he was wearing.

it was a dark brown flannel, jeans and some boots that matched the rest of the outfit. his sleeves were rolled around his wrist and his hands that you thought were usually bare, had a nice little bracelet around his wrist. everything about him just screamed he was more than an athlete. he seemed so genuine and soft with what he wore. you knew he was outdoorsy and you thought that was super cute about him. his face was gentle, and facial hair always fit how he looked. you’d thought in passing about how it would feel to kiss him, but right now as he inched closer, you thought about it now more than you ever had in your time knowing him.

“yeah?..” you spoke in almost a whisper, allowing him to come closer, as he placed his other hand down next to you.

“mhm” he hummed, coming in closer. “is it too soon to kiss you?” he said, a short laugh falling through his words. you shook your head and he placed his lips against yours, pulling himself in closer, with his legs on either side of you, a hand coming to hold the side of your face as your lips fit almost perfectly to his.

his were soft despite the constant chill he finds himself in. he couldn’t stop thinking ab the strawberry taste on your lipgloss. he would kiss you forever if it meant he’d taste it over and over again. slowly, he pulled away with a smirky little look on his face before he let go of your cheek and stood up straight. “we’ve spent too long not talking to each other enough..” the two of you let out a gentle laugh at his words.

“i’ve always been fond of you.” you shrugged as you stood up on your feet, stepping out from under him. before walking away, to join people in the living room, you have him a quick kiss on the cheek. “i can’t wait for you to take me on a date, jer.” you spoke in his ear before joining everyone else.

you sat with him for the rest of the night, but honestly couldn’t stop thinking about how you managed to pull him in a simple few hours. you had always wanted him and how you finally had him.. life is on your side.

you also just couldn’t get his lips off your mind… ugh.

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christmas came and went.. it was a lovely day but honestly you couldn’t get your mind off of jeremy. that night after he went home, the two of you chatted almost the entire night until you forced yourself to sleep, knowing the kids would just wake you up in the morning. they did. but in that night where you talked to jeremy, you had decided where you would go and you decided thursday after they had come home, you’d go and get dinner together.

dinner was intimate, but maybe not as intimate as breakfast. patrice still doesn’t know but as long as jeremy can keep it a secret, you’ll be flying smooth. on the two nights they were gone, you helped steph a lot, hanging out with her and getting deep into conversation with her as well. you folded and told her about jeremy, but only so she could help keep it a secret.

“me and jeremy are going to dinner when they come home tomorrow ..” you hummed to her, thinking about it, but also just needing to see if she could cover for you. “i don’t want to tell patrice.. do you have any idea of how to cover it?”

“aww that’s so cute.. did he ask you out at dinner?” she said, sitting down, handing you a warm cup of tea, thinking about a resolution to your problem.

“yeah he did..” you smiled, looking down at your mug, trying not to blush at the basic idea of it.

“well, do you have any friends here? any that you just like don’t keep much contact with?” steph asked

you shook your head.

“what if you just pretended to be going on a date” she shrugged. you honestly thought that was probably the best idea and nodded your head.

“oh yeah, that’s definitely a good idea- especially cause i’ll probably be dressed up. you’re brilliant!” you smiled, leaning back into the couch, taking a sip of your tea. the kids had been laid to bed a bit ago, but you and steph stayed up watching the hockey game. you had watched the game the night before when jeremy had played, later that night you talked to him until he forced himself to sleep- he was bummed about the overtime loss against the senators. tonight linus was playing. you didn’t know linus that well, you wish you did though. he seems very sweet and you know that him and jeremy were very close.

that night you slept in peace knowing that they’d be home in short time tomorrow, their game only having been in new jersey. you spoke to him a little after the game but you were just tired and maybe a little over excited about the dinner date to come. waking up the next day, it was probably the most peaceful day so far because somehow steph got the kids out of the house with her to run errands before you even woke up. when you woke up it was late morning and you had 1. a goodmorning text from jer, 2. a text explaining why steph and the kids were gone and 3. a text from patrice saying what time they’d land and be home, but it was to a group chat with you and steph in it. you thought it was a little silly, but carried on.

over the day, you drank a nice cup of coffee while staring out the window, the day being not totally gloomy but a few grey clouds in the sky. you then ate something for breakfast before going to your room to take a long bath. in the almost hour and a half you spend in the bath you end up shaving your legs, doing a face mask and washing your face, preparing to wash your hair and simply just thinking about that guy you were gonna see tonight.

after washing your hair and body, you got out and did the rest of your routine, hoping this late morning was shifting quickly into a late afternoon which it was. Patrice, Steph and the kids have come home at this point, which helps you gauge where jeremy is in his day, though you knew anyways as between everything you’ve chatted with him. he got home almost an hour ago… two hours ago… oh god you’re just behind on everything you need to get done.

he was getting you at 5 and after stalling in the bath, while also stalling between coffee and breakfast and breakfast and picking clothes and picking clothes and a bath- time slipped away from you, so now you had to get hair and makeup done in the time between now and five..

you hustled and hustled until you were satisfied, seeing that text from him saying “i’m on my way now” made it all worth it, as you kicked your shoes out of your way to sit down on the bed for a moment, taking a deep breath. you flailed your hands around your face, fanning it before you leaned over pulling your shoes on, they were boots, leaving you a few inches taller than you were with them off. you grabbed your things and made your way downstairs.

steph and the kids were sitting in the living room watching a movie, patrice was in the kitchen making dinner.

“wow!!” steph exclaimed, prompting you to give a small twirl while the kids stared in awe before exclaiming how pretty you looked. patrice walked over, observing how you looked. “where ya goin, pip?”

“i have a date with someone i met on a dating app” you shrugged with a small smile. he nodded quickly and turned around to go back into the kitchen.

“does he have a jacket you can wear? it’s chilly outside..” he said, referring to your dress. it wasn’t short but alas it was a dress, you’d be chilly no matter what.

“yeah i’m sure he does..” you felt your phone buzz in your hand, you looked down to see his text light up your phone. “oh goodness, he’s here! okay! bye!! love y’all!!” you said as you slipped out the front door, hustling so that the chances of patrice seeing his vehicle were low.

he unlocked the car and the moment you got in, his infectious smile grew. “hey..” he said, leaning over his center console. you gently kissed him on his lips. “hi..” you smile in response to his own.

“how was the fight?” you asked as you pulled the seatbelt over your lap, staring at him as he pulled his car into drive, his eyes stuck on the road.

“ah it was good.. little bumpy but it’s a cloudy day, i can’t complain..” he shrugged, one hand on the wheel, while another leaned into the center console. his hand was sickeningly close to yours, you held your breath hoping he’d move closer. “how has it been since christmas? anything new you haven’t told me about?”

“ah no.. but i convinced patrice i was going on a date with some guy i met online, tonight..” a giggle left your lips, seeing the slight part of his lips from shock.

“you devious little fuck” he laughed. the two of you acted like two teenagers who were forbidden to see each other in some world where your two families or something were at odds. it was fun to act that way, even though you being with jeremy maybe wasn’t as big of a deal as you both made it out to be.

the drive was filled with small laughs and conversations, talking about some tv show you both had watched in passing and favorite movies and actors. his hand slowly sat atop of yours before you got to the restaurant, somewhere in downtown boston you honestly had never been to. when arriving, he opened your door for you, helping you out and continuing to hold your hand as the two of you walked to the entrance. he was nothing but a gentleman.. it really shocked you how calm he was about everything, especially because of how he acted when he first saw you on that saturday night.

though you thought he was calm, in his head his thoughts were racing. he controlled his big smile and blushing face while just thinking about you. your dress was flattering and he tried his best to keep innocent eyes on you. he wanted everything right, so much lead up to this that he needed it to end right- he needed it to end with you.

sitting through dinner was nothing but pleasurable, especially when you shared desert with him, watching as whipped cream sat on his upper lip. “jer, lick your lips please” and as he did, he realized why you spoke your request. he was so.. silly and always had something funny to say. he was never super witty or rude, but was silly. he paid for dinner in whole, and you suppose maybe it was the fact that he was a hockey player and was rich or maybe that he was just a gentleman but you felt flattered by the gesture.

leaving, the two of you slowly walked back to his car.. slowly. you knew you didn’t want to leave him, he felt the same way. standing outside of his vehicle, the two of you stopped. he leaned over you and you stared into those mesmerizing eyes.. thinking about whatever he could possibly be thinking. in silence, he leaned closer to you, and before you knew it the two of you were kissing again.

his hand came to your cheek and pulled you just a little closer. while your hands were against his chest, slowly pushed their way up to his neck wrapping around the back of it. your kiss was deepened by the closer contact until you pulled away to take a breath.

“you should come back to my place..” he spoke quietly, barely above a whisper. the close contact made his silence so loud to you. you nodded and a smile spread across his cheeks. you kissed him once more, then again and again very quickly before the two of you let go of each other so that he could let you into his car so he could drive you back to his. when he got back in and began to drive, his hand ended back over on your side of the car, this time now on your thigh…

he lived in some nice apartments, and when standing in the elevator together, your hand brushed against his before you linked your pinky with his. he walked you down his hallway and as you got to his door, you stood there very patiently as he nervously fumbled with his keys. he got the two of you inside and you were almost in awe at how clean it was. he lived lavishly, not in an irresponsible way, but in a way that shows he spent a lot of time and money in making it his home.

he offered you to sit on his couch while he poured the two of you a glass of wine, but you turned down the offer, instead you asked if he had any sodas or .. whatever they called it in alaska. he nodded and asked

“is coke okay? i don’t drink it very often i just keep it mostly for guests.”

and you nodded as you sat down. “sorry i didn’t want a glass, i don’t wanna somehow end up in any situation where i’m hungover tomorrow” you claimed as he offered for you to pull your shoes off and you complied. you already had a drink or two already so you were satisfied anyways when he came over and handed you the can.

“glass or anything?” he asked, standing above you, watching you as you shook your head. he nodded and as he moved to sit down, you spontaneously grabbed the collar of his jacket and pulled him down to kiss you. he responded by quickly sitting down, deepening the kiss while placing his palm on your thigh, gently squeezing it as you pulled him closer.

“mhh” a soft sound left him before you pulled away.

“yes?” you asked quickly “is this not okay? i’m sorry if i got the wrong-“

“what? no! i was just trying to get a little more comfortable i’m sorry.” he said through a chuckle. your face flushed, a little embarrassed.

“how would you like me to sit for you?” you asked, trying to make both of you comfortable.

“you can sit in my lap?” he asked and you nodded, waiting for him to turn so you could sit in his lap, placing your legs on either side of his. the way he stared at you as you were just barley elevated above him made your stomach twist. his eyes glowed as he placed his hands on your sides, his palms cradling your hips while his fingers gently squeezed the sides of your belly.

you leaned over him and as he turned his head back to meet you, you kissed him. this time it was all more passionate than the last. your hands moved to his shoulders, one closer up his neck before it was holding his face. slow kisses turned into his tongue pressed against yours. his hands slowly moved around your body, down your thighs before taking a gentle squeeze. your dress began to ride up your thighs and helplessly, you allowed him to hold your bare legs, refusing to stop him as his palms held your ass.

your hands on the other hand, moved down, trying to pull at his jacket to get it off of him. breaking the kiss, you whispered “jer..” loud enough to make him stop so he could remove his blazer, while underneath having a dark button down on, something easy for you when you’re kissing him again.

he held you with one hand while the two of you worked together to get the jacket off, before throwing it somewhere else in the living room. the two of you were back to your stupid little tango of touching each other while messily making out, maybe too scared to go further until someone else makes a move.

as you two moved some more, you began to unbutton his shirt.. slowly getting further down to his belt that held his shirt between his skin and pants.

“jeremy..” you spoke softly, separating from him.

“yes, baby?” he said, staring at you, his hands pushing under your dress against your back. your cheeks burned at the word “baby.”

“i need these clothes gone.. yours and mine-” you were embarrassed at the words, you felt needy.. ugh.

“do you want to go to my bedroom instead of the couch?” he asked, his eyes bore into yours. he was mostly trying to ignore your chest in front of him, but was also just trying to seem as confident as possible.

“sure.” you smiled down at him, the question seeming so personal. he made sure he had a good grip around your ass as he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, leaning into his shoulder as he carried you to his room. your hands were linked around his neck as he opened the door, kissing your cheek before placing you down on his plush bed.

you took a moment to observe his room, with big window and gorgeous design, it matched the rest of the apartment. it was clean and his sheets smelled nice- thank god the boy respected himself this much.

“do you think i could take off your dress?” he said, pulling away as he sat you down to get a good look at you as he asked. you nodded and watched as he tried to contain a smile into a sly smirk as he took his hands and slowly pulled the soft material from above your hips up past your belly, chest and then over your head after saying “lift your arms” kindly.

as he threw the dress elsewhere, he observed what you wore underneath. it wasn’t matching on purpose, but definitely had that effect. your bra was a soft yellow while your panties were a lacy black. the bra had a clip in the front while the back had more lace connecting the bra together. “i um..” he blushed as he stared at you.

“sorry- it .. wasn’t super on purpose..” you laughed nervously but he shook his head.

“no, don’t apologize- it’s perfect” his eyes met yours, both of your cheeks burning before he leaned down over you to kiss you. as he did so, he used his free hand to unbuckle his belt and then push down his pants. his shirt remained buttoned as he slowly pushed you back farther onto the bed until you were fully laying down. your hands moved to his shirt and slowly unbuttoned it, until you were reaching down far enough to struggle. he pulled away, unbuttoning the shirt before pulling it off of him. you examined his thin but fit body before he leaned back over you and kissed you again.

he moved past your lips and was kissing at your neck, leaving soft kisses on your skin while he slowly moved down to the valley between your breasts. his hand slowly slid up the side of your ribcage, feeling very divot in your skin before taking your breast into his hand, as he began to kiss at the skin under your bra. he used his free hand to pull the fabric to the side as he kissed and sucked at your soft skin. eventually he switched everything, kissing at the other while holding the previously kissed. after much impatience, he fully sat up again-

“can i take it off?” he said, his hands placed against your ribs, cupping your bra. you nodded.. before speaking

“yeah you can.” you had a small smile on your face as he seemed satisfied with himself as you had said yes. he had you sit up a little and as you were nose to nose with him again, you pressed your lips to his as he unhooked your bra. as he did, he threw it to the side and laid you back down, moving back down between your breasts. as he sucked and kissed at the soft flesh, his knee was placed against your panties, allowing you to helplessly grind against his bare thigh as he sucked at your hardening nipples.

while your ground against his thigh, gentle and weak moans left your lips, until he pulled his thigh away, letting a soft apology leave his lips as he moved down your stomach in kisses, making his way down to your thighs. he asked quickly if he could pull off your panties, and as he did, he kissed at your thighs until he could fully have access to your cunt. it was dripping, and you knew it was as he let out a soft groan as he got a good look at you. he leaned in, a kiss pressing against your clit before his tongue gently licked over it. he replaced his tongue with his thumb momentarily, moving down so he could drag his tongue through your folds. tasting your slick cunt, he tries not to groan as he begins to eat you out, taking you like he was a starving man. his thumb rubbed at your clit, creating a steady rhythm. after a while he switched, beginning to finger you while licking at your clit. your legs began to shake as he flicked at your clit.

“j-jer..” his name fell from your lips as your hips began to buck into his face. “fuck.. jeremy..” you cried out, your head thrown back while your hands came to his hair, gently pulling at his soft curls. he began to work with more pressure, him fingering you a little faster, as he felt your legs shake and press his head between your thighs he knew you were at your edge- and as you cried out his name, your back coming off of the bed, he got the satisfaction of feeling your legs tighten around his head until you could finally come down from your high.

he slowly sat up, leaning over your to kiss you before he looked at your flushed face. your eyes were doughy as you stared at him.

“you okay?” he spoke softly, moving your hair out of your face. you nodded and he smiled. “you need some water?” and you nodded again. “do you have any words?”

“yeah.. i’m just saving them for later..” you teased, poking him in the belly before he rolled his eyes, getting out of the bed to go and get you a glass of water. as he walked back, you observed his body, seeing the trail of ginger hair that trailed down his midriff. you stared at his frame, he had so much muscle on his skinny frame, almost making you drool before you sat up to take the water. he handed it to you, sitting down next to you. you tilted your head back, downing almost the entire glass.

when you finished, he took the glass from you and placed it on the bedside table. the slender guy leaned over you and pressed a few kisses against your mouth. “you ready for a second round?” he moved your hair from your neck as he looked down at your body. “yeah i think so..” you smiled.

“would you maybe want to ride me? if not it’s okay..” and you looked up at him, nodding. you wanted to stare at him and just everything about him. “you sure?” he asked.

“yes i’m sure , jer.” you smiled softly as you sat up a little more, urging him to sit down so you could sit in his lap.

as the two of your switched around, he relaxed into the back of the bed frame, allowing you to sit on the lower halves of his thighs, looking down at how his boxers were low on his hips, doing nothing to hide that hardon he had in his boxers.

“can i take them off?” you asked, your hands around his hips. and as he gave you a “yeah” of confirmation, your fingers hooked in the elastic, pulling them from his legs. he pushed his head back, his cheeks a little red from embarrassment before you stared at him for a moment.. your mind was racing as you took your hand and gently wrapped it around his cock.

“nice..” you mumbled, feeling his veins against your soft palms. he was hard in your hand as your fingers barely met in a ring to your thumb. your slowly began to stroke him, observing his abdomen before he finally pushed his head back forward to look at you, watching as you sat there stroking his cock.

“fuck..” he groaned as you rubbed your thumb over the tip of his cock. his hair was a mess from you pulling at it, which only added to the effect of his heavy breaths, soft groans and flushed face. “fuck.. baby- i just.. please just ride me don’t do me like this…” he whined in his deep voice, forcing you to listen. he was so fucking hot.

“yeah okay..” you rolled your eyes, sitting up to place a kiss against his lips. your hand was placed on his chest to hold yourself up while your other hand held his cock, directing it to press against your cunt. his hands came up to your sides, as the tip pressed against entrance. “j-jer..” you whimpered. and again he realized that he had you in the palm of his hand while you began to sink yourself onto him,

“fuck..” you whined, your hands moving up to his neck, wrapping around the back of his neck. your head fell forward, trying to keep yourself composed. his hand moved to the back of your head, tangling into your soft hair, trying to comfort you.

“shhh.. babydoll..” he cooed while he himself tried to stay composed, having mumbled some curses while you took his cock. as you finally adjusted to him, while he fit perfectly inside of you, he helped you begin to fuck yourself on his cock. his hands were on your hips, helping raise them off of his cock. once your legs gained their strength back, he allowed you to hold yourself up on your knees.

“why don’t i fuck you baby..” he spoke softly his mouth close to your ear. he held your hips high as he thrusted his cock up into your cunt. you placed your face in the crook of his neck, your hot breath against his neck as he slowly thrusted into you. his breath was heavy, groans leaving him as you whimpered his name.

“f-fuck.. i’m sorry i-“ you whined, trying to apologize for not being able to ride him like he wanted.

“shh.. it’s okay baby- this is better anyways” he had a smirk on his face, thinking about how not only he was fucking the girl of his dreams, but he had her like putty in his hands. your moans came out in whines and moans as he began to thrust into you just a little harder.

“oh please. jeremy…” you cried, your breath sending goosebumps across his skin.

“yeah baby? tell me..” his hands gripped your hips, his hands on your ass as he thrusted into you.

“it feels.. so good..” your words were drawn out as you called out to him. your eyes rolled back , gasping as he pounded your guts in, increasing his pace and thrust as he fucked into you. your words soon became a slurred mess as he ruined your brain.

he could feel himself getting closer, as his muscles tightened. his grip on you became harder and as you neared the same fate, you struggled to hold yourself up on your knees.

“just a little longer baby.. just a little bit. i can tell you’re about to cum..” he said as he struggled through clenched teeth and holding back on cumming.

“please.. jeremy.. let me- jer please..” you strung together as your knees began to give out. “f-fuck!”

he finally gave in. “okay baby cum for me” he spoke softly, pulling you down on his dick. he held back. he needed to be able to ask if he could cum inside and he was just torturing himself to not let himself go. he let you sit there on his cock, your walls squeezing around him as you sat there with your hands gripping his shoulders while your face was pushed into his neck. you could barely think but as you came down from your high, you just realized he hadn’t cum.

“can i cum inside of you..” he was quiet about it, the room was quiet and it seemed a little awkward.

“oh i’m so sorry i didn’t tell you- yes jer you can.. i’m on something.” you smiled, kissing his neck affirming my before he suddenly picked you up and turned you over, laying you on your back before he was on top of you, pushing his dick inside of you. before you could say anything you were overcome by his cock deep inside of you again, pressing against that weak spot that caused you to whimper.

he took your leg, pushing it over his shoulder, leaning forward. “cmon baby.. do you think you can cum again..” he said as he began to not just thrust into you. he began to fuck you. his free hand was placed on your lower abdomen, reminding you and him of who your cunt belonged to now as he was gonna pump you full of his thick cum.

“oh my god.. baby..” he groaned , almost drowning out your own overstimulated cries. his thrusts were wild and lacked rhythm but probably felt better than anything else as he intended to make you cum as he filled you up.

“fuck im so close.. cum for me again baby.” you could feel it coming as he demanded for it again. “im gonna fill you up, i’m gonna fuck this cunt full..” he threw his head back, groaning deeply again. your body was shaking as he grabbed your other leg, pushing it over his shoulder. you could hear the slapping as he fucked you as hard as you’ve ever been fucked.

“god im gonna cum- baby i’m gonna cum inside of you” he finally said before his cock , which filled you entirely, was fully inside of you, pumping his thick cum all over your walls. he leaned over , pushing your legs with him, showing him how flexible you truly were as your third orgasm came with it. the feeling of his cum inside of you did nothing but send you over the edge, the both of y’all’s moans and groans mixing together to create the most annoying neighbors ever.

his name fell from your lips until you could finally think again. he was still buried deep inside of you as you came back from your high. he sat there, your legs still to your chest.

“you can stay inside of me all you want, but i would like to have legs that work tomorrow..” you said, running your hands through his hair. he nodded and said he sat up, he kissed you quickly before he moved back, letting your legs fall to his sides. he then thrusted into you one more time for good measure.. but mostly just to see your cute reaction to his big cock.

slowly, he began to pull out, staring as the cum became to seep out of your cunt.

“yeah.. i think this date was a success..” he teased as he got up, resisting the urge to lick your creamy pussy. he got up and found a clean pair of boxers before running off to his bathroom go get you a washcloth to get everything cleaned up.

“me too..” you responded as he came back. he got down between your legs and gently cleaned you up before placing a kiss against you clit. he gave you a clean pair of his boxers and a t-shirt to wear.

“you should spend the night..” he said as he handed you the clothes. you nodded in agreement while putting them on. you looked at yourself in the mirror, seeing smudged makeup and a very tired girl with a very cute guy in the background to the mirror. he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your ear and your cheek until you turned your head to kiss his lips. “you’re beautiful…” he said in the softest tone you’ve ever heard from him. “let’s lay down..”

you ended up staying the night and sleeping in late the next morning. the two or you slept, cuddled up like bears. the two of you knew that this secret relationship wouldn’t be a secret very long, especially with you being in boston for another week or so but however much time you could savor with jeremy was enough. you’d be moving back soon anyways but until then

captain doesn’t have to know..

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thatsdemko · 1 year

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lil secret - j.swayman

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requested: y

pairings: Jeremy swayman x mcavoy!fem!reader

warnings: nsfw + not intended for minors + a little short + mentions of panic

a/n: this was supposed to be with the ask as a blurb BUT tumblr found the picture offensive with the ask so it’s in imagine form but really it’s a blurb! this blurb has been lightly proof read

《 the following content is not intended for minors. 》

“we really shouldn’t be doing this.” were the famous words of any secret relationship or situationship. it was the words you and Jeremy were constantly saying over and over, yet you both found yourselves underneath each other every occurring week. you were both were addicted to each other.

“well I couldn’t resist myself, you look good in that dress.” he pulled you into his lap. his hands finding their way under your dress, and his fingers just grazed the cotton material that was damp. you, yourself, couldn’t wait to get behind a closed door with him. when you saw him in that suit walk into your brothers apartment, you just knew you needed him alone.

his fingers moved from the fabric to inside of you, and a moan— that may have been too loud for trying to keep privacy—slipped out of your mouth. Jeremy shoved his tie in your mouth for you to clamp on. he couldn’t have you blow this.

chuckling to himself, he removed his fingers from inside of you. you watched him lick his fingers, joyfully, “you gotta be quiet if you don’t want your brother to know, baby girl.”

your legs were straddling his thick thigh. the moment he sat down next to you on the couch you mentally moaned and physically squirmed next to him. the dress pants were awfully tight on him, and he picked them for a reason. to toy with you.

shifting underneath you now, you felt him push his thigh up and down reminding you why you were in the family bathroom in the first place. “you gonna ride me, baby girl?” he whispered in your ear sending chills down your spine.

“like no tomorrow.” you felt his hands gripping your hips guiding you up and down the fabric carefully. you could feel the relief in your body finally having this moment. he was absolutely astounded by just how much joy and pleasure this was bringing you.

but on the other side of the door, there was your panicked brother searching for you. the last he saw you was at the bar ordering a drink, and ever since twenty minutes ago he hadn’t seen you since. he was asking everyone he knew, or just anyone in general, but nobody knew where you were.

“calm down, she’s gotta still be in the building. I’m sure she’s just doing her makeup.” Jake tried to calm him down because usually at events you stuck by Charlie’s side, and Jake knew this. but seeing your phone was still at the table, he had lost all hope you were still here.

“she doesn’t have her phone, man. I’m worried.”

one of the girlfriends had reported no one was in the ladies room, but one of the family bathroom doors was locked. his only hope was for you to still be in there, or else he was the worst brother ever and somehow let you slip out the building.

making his way to the family bathroom door he could smell your perfume. if it’s one thing Charlie ever knew, it was that he loathed the scent of warm vanilla. and that just so happened to be your scent, but this time he was glad to inhale it.

the loud knock of someone’s knuckles against the steel door was enough to jolt you off of Jeremy and immediately run to the mirror to fix yourself. the voice coming from the other side of the door was no one other than your brother. of course. you knew with how long you’d been gone, he had a search party looking for you.

“y/n, are you in there?” you heard his voice ring through the bathroom, you heard Jeremy whisper a few swear words trying to find somewhere to hide, but there was nowhere. you could not have your brother see you with him. not in the panicked state he was already in.

“yeah, hold on!” you peaked behind you to see Jeremy gesturing for you to go first and he’d somehow make his way out of the bathroom after you. you just had to make sure the door didn’t open wide enough to reveal you weren’t in there alone.

letting out a final sigh having brought yourself back to a decent state, you opened the door in the slightest, revealing your face to Charlie, and then squeezing your way out.

“it’s been twenty minutes, are you okay?”

smiling to yourself, you nodded, taking a glance back at the door to see Jeremy had just slipped out, he sent you a wink as you watched him adjust his tie, “oh I’ve never been better.”

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midnightsnyx · 1 year

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If you write for Trent Frederic can I please request an imagine about Trent being a girl dad? Like idk maybe bergy sees his nails painted in the locker room and slightly teases him about it OR baby girl Frederic makes dad and his teammates join in on her tea party while mom films the WHOLE thing 🥹😅

hi, tysm for the request!! sorry it’s short but i hope you like it!

y/d/n means your daughters name

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he didn’t even realize that he forgot to wash the nail polish his daughter had put on his nails the previous night. his little girl had him completely wrapped around her tiny fingers. he was only 20 when he became a dad so it was a shock to say the least when you came to him with the positive pregnancy test. his world completely changed that day but he wouldn’t change her for the world.

cut to four years later and he was a total girl dad. whatever your daughter wanted, he would not hesitate to give so when she asked him to be his model so she could practice painting nails and doing makeup, he happily obliged. he remembered to remove the makeup, but not the nail polish so the next day in the locker room, one of his teammates made a teasing comment.

“nice nails, frederic,” bergy said jokingly, and trent glanced at his hands to see the bright pink nail polish.

“i visited y/d/n’s salon yesterday,” he replied, grinning, “you should come some time.”

bergy laughed and finished getting dressed, “i just may do that.”

“don’t make promises you can’t keep.” trent said and that is how bergy and a few of the other guys found themselves sitting around a tiny table, nails freshly painted and water in mini tea cups in front of them. they played along with the younger frederic as she poured them more “tea” and handed out animal crackers.

you stood in the doorway of the playroom and filmed the entire thing, posting it on instagram and if it ended up being reposted by the bruins, well, bergy was to blame.

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izzylovesyou2022 · 10 months

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Comment, Reblog this, or Message me with your thoughts on me writing a NHL fanfic based around "first girl in the NHL"

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secretlittlerandezvous · 3 months

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Angsty one shot ideas? ✨

Hi guys! It’s been forever since I’ve last written something.

BUT

I’m in the mood to write something angsty/sad. If someone has any ideas/requests then please my inbox is open 💖

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barzysunflower · 3 months

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could you please do D28 and D43 for jeremy swayman where you’re riding him and he’s vocal about liking how you scratch him up 🥵🤤

god I love sway so so so so much and need with such passion! thank you for the request and keep it coming

wc: 1k

cw: dirty talk, piv, somewhat rough sex; SMUT 18+

just keep this in mind while you read this 🤤🤤

28. “I want you to leave marks.” & 43. “Don’t be gentle.”

gif by @snoopyfl

welcome home, baby

“Fuck, Jer,” you moaned loudly when you sank down on his hard cock. He groaned just as loudly, finally feeling your soaking wet pussy squeeze around him after days of being gone.

“So good, so wet for me,” Jeremy whispered and latched his lips onto your neck when your head fell back with another moan when he was buried to the hilt. His lips sucked and kissed your skin, bringing you more pleasure as you got used to his cock stretching you. His teeth scraped your neck, eventually biting you ever so softly, but enough to make you yelp and thrust your hips.

Jeremy chuckled lightly and kissed his way back up to your lips. His hands gripped your hips more tightly, urging you to start moving – and you did. Slowly at first, easing him deeper into you. “Fuck,” you moaned, as your nails scratched along his shoulders for stability. Your eyes rolled back as the tip of his cock pressed further than you thought possible. “You’re so deep.”

"Yeah," he panted in agreement, "You’re little pussy is taking me so well."

You started grinding into him faster, lifting your hips slightly, loving the feeling of him slipping back into you so deeply. Jeremy’s hand lifted from your hip and cradled the side of your head when you dropped your forehead against his. “Jer.” His name was just a whisper which he swallowed with a passionate kiss as you kept grinding against him. His thumb swiped your lips aggressively before pushing through them into your mouth. With an appreciative groan, your lips closed around it and sucked, just like you had been sucking on his cock just a few minutes ago.

“Good girl.” His gentleness suddenly vanished with hard slap against your ass. Jeremy moved from the sitting position, keeping you on top of him, so that his back lay flat against the couch cushions. His hands tightly back on your hips helped your movements, up and down, rocking back and forth on his cock, quicker and quicker.

"Oh my god, oh my god," you chanted, "it's s-so good, Jer, it feels so good—"

He bit his lip as he watched you, and you loved how it felt to have those hazel eyes looking up and down your body as you moved. Your hands supported themself on his chest and with every thrust your nails scratched further and deeper into his skin. But when you realized how much you were actually hurting him, you switched to holing onto the couches arm rest. “Don’t.” Jeremy brought your hands back to his chest. “I want you to leave marks.”

So your freshly manicured nails, which Jeremy had paid for, kept digging into his skin, leaving marks. Jeremy bent his knees and without any warning started thrusting into you relentlessly. His hands roamed your body, with one hand ending up in your hair, holding on to a bunch while he kept up his hard thrust into you. You shuddered all over as the curve of his cock rubbed against your sensitive spot aggressively and you broke down against him with a sob.

“Yes! More. Don’t be gentle.” You arched your back and his your face in the crock of his neck, letting the pleasure wash over you as you crept closer to your orgasm.

“So fucking tight,” Jeremy groaned, grunting more filthy words into your ear. “Good girl. You’re such a good girl for me, baby.”

His strong arm swung around your hips holding them in place as his thrusts somehow became faster. Moving faster, you felt the pressure building inside you, pulsing and swelling. But after a few more ruthless thrusts, he stopped and pulled your head up by your hair to meet his lips for a kiss. It was a hungry, dominating kiss, one that made you whine as he tasted all over your tongue and mouth. So close to your orgasm, you started desperately grinding your hips again and you kissed and kissed.

Eventually his hand moved out of your hair and you felt it gently curl around your neck. He didn't let go of your neck, as you kept kissing, but eventually he tightened his grip just enough to make you choke out a raspy moan against his lips, which you felt smirk a moment later.

He pushed you upright, never stopping your rocking movements, and watched as you let out small moans with his hand around your neck and his cock deep inside your pussy. He could feel you clench around him, getting tighter, so he nodded. “Yeah, show me how you make yourself come.”

You really didn’t need much more, but still you started bouncing faster and finally rubbed your clit. Just for him to watch as you chased your high, which hit you in intense waves that seemed never ending.

“You’re so good for me,” he grunted, as his hips started speeding up again, now chasing his own orgasm. Whimpering as he fucked your through your orgasm and straight into another one, you felt your walls bearing down on him as it nearly hit you — the way it was drawn out just made you sure it would build up even stronger and hit you harder.

“I’m gonna come again,” you let out in a small whimper.

“Fuck, yes, baby. Come on my cock,” he grunted, pulling you back into him and therefore slamming into you harder. “I’m so close, too.”

“I want you to come in me.” It turned him on just as much as it did you, so you repeated yourself when his grunts got more desperate and his thrusts more sloppy. “Come in me, Jer. I need it. Need to be so fucking full.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, as he finally reached his high at the same time your second orgasm came crushing in. Your nails dug back into his skin, so deeply, as you felt his cock pulse inside you, heat flooding between your legs and his head falling back onto the couch with the most gorgeous fucked-out look on his face.

"God— oh my god—" Jeremy panted out, still in the post orgasm haze, starting to catch his breath. With your last remaining energy, you lifted yourself just enough to kiss him gently.

“Welcome home, baby.”

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stars1997 · 26 days

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I like it

Paring(s): Jeremy Swayman x Fem! Reader Warnings: Fluff!! Smut!! oral (F receiving), fingering, munch Swayman, swearing, nicknames (Good girl, baby, babe), porn with very little plot. (not edited) Summary: Jeremy and you finally have a day of doing nothing. He thinks that it’s a good idea to trim his nice bushy mustache, but you think otherwise.

word count: 932

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Jeremy was in the shower while you were making breakfast. You're placing the plates on the table you hear him calling you from the bathroom. “Babe,” he yelled out to you.

Placing the plates down on the table, heading to your room to get to the bathroom. When you enter the bathroom, he’s standing looking at himself in the mirror. The towel wrapped around him hanging low on his waist.

“What’s up baby,” you say, confused and a little scared because you don’t know what’s about to happen. He turns to look at you, his finger pointing at his mustache.

“I think I’m going to trim down my mustache,” he says, reaching over to grab the razor of the bathroom counter.

You don’t remember your thought processes, but Your hands move faster than your brain, knocking the razor out of his hand.

“No!” is all you're able to get out. Shock covers his face for a second before his mouth moves into a smile. “Why not,” he asks, amusement very evident on his face.

“I like it,” you whisper out, not looking him in his eyes. He takes a step closer to you. He moves his hand to grab your chin, making you look up at him.

His hair was still wet, water dripping off the ends and falling onto his shoulder then rolling down his chest. “What was that?” your face blushed at his question.

“I said that I like your mustache,” you answer louder, your cheeks turning a dark shade of red.

“Oh, do you now,” he asked in a teasing tone. You nod your head. He leans down giving you a little peck on the lips, turning you around, and tapping you on the butt as a way of telling you to go sit on the bed.

You leave the bathroom and sit down on the edge of the bed. He follows right behind you. He stands right in front of you, your legs on either side of his.

He leans down to kiss you again but this time for longer. Your hands interlock behind his neck pulling him down a little more. He lets out a little laugh at your actions.

“What is it about my mustache that you like,” he asks as he pulls away from you, looking you in your eyes and moving a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I like the feeling of it against me. when you go down on me,” you tell him, making your cheeks blush again.

He slowly gets down onto his knees. Sliding his hands up your thighs. Making the t-shirt that your wearing bunch up around your waist. You had your underwear on under the shirt.

“Lean back for me baby,” he says, hooking his arms around your legs pulling you so half your ass is hanging off the bed.

The second he has you like this he dives right in. immediately his mustache rubs against your skin as he attacks your clit. A moan leaves your mouth.

He keeps sucking and licking making your hands fly to his hair. Jeremy has always been a huge fan of you pulling on his hair. Although he won’t admit it. Your fingers scratching at his head and pulling his hair, he lets out a loud grunt.

The vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure thorough you. He surprises you buy sliding in two fingers.

His mouth and tongue still working on your clit as his fingers quickly find that one spot that makes you scream his name.

“Jer! Please. Fuck your doing so good. Making me feel so good. Don’t stop.” Your voice breathy as you speak. His fingers pick up pace, this makes you start grinding on his face.

The feeling of his mouth on you, the feeling of his facial hair rubbing your skin and his fingers rubbing you sweat spot bring you right to your orgasm.

You let out a moan so loud your pretty sure your neighbors three doors could hear you. “That it. Good girl.” He says, his fingers still working you though your orgasm.

His other hand moved up to rub your clit. “Jer, please it’s too much.” You try moving away from him, but you had no luck.

“you’re going to give me another one. Do you think you could do that for me?” his fingers never stopped moving when he asked. You could already feel your second orgasm building. You nod your head to answer his question, not able to make any sound other than moans.

“I need to hear you, otherwise ill stop.” You were quick to respond. “Yes, please. I can do it. Please don’t stop.” He picks up his speed. Your right on the edge.

“Come on, be a good girl for me. You can do it.” His voice brought you right over the edge. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your ears started to ring.

You let out moans that sounded straight out of a porno. Your legs shaking as his fingers slowly working you though your orgasm. “That’s it. Good girl. You did such a good job for me.” He got up to lay down on the bed pulling you up so you’re lying on him.

He kisses your forehead. “How about I go get you a glass of water while you go to that bathroom. Ill also bring the food in here and we can spend the rest of the day in bed.” You nod against his chest. Happy that you have someone who will take care of you the way he does.

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ilyasorokinn · 5 months

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can i request anything with dad!sways?

GRANOLA BARS

kids + post game media will always be my weakness

THE "SWINGING WITH THE SWAYMANS" MASTERLIST

tw: children/kids

jeremy was on a high. the bruins won, and although it wasn't a shutout game, the bruins had won by a pretty significant number, and it was all thanks to his good luck charms: you, eli, and winnie.

it was winnie's first game, so it was special game for him. during warmups, he saw you down on the ice, and couldn't contain his smile when he saw winnie's beanie.

it was the first thing jeremy had given to you when you found out you were pregnant with eli, but eli had long since grown out of the hat. it had been in storage so you decided to bring it out and surprise jeremy.

during intermission, he briefly checked his phone and saw the photos you sent him from the bruins social media account. the bruins photographer managed to catch a sweet moment of the four of you. you were sitting in a seat with eli was standing in between your legs and winnie standing on your legs. jeremy standing behind the glass with the biggest smile on his face.

the photo was caught right as winnie had noticed her dad on the other side of the glass. he took off his mask halfway so she knew it was him, but she was a smart girl, so she knew it was him.

eli and winnie both smiled as jeremy tossed pucks over the glass for them, which were caught by a kind man. winnie excitedly slapped her hands on the glass as jeremy smiled at her.

before having kids, he didn't understand what people talked about when they talked about "dad strength", but now, after having kids, he totally understood it. going into the 3rd period, after having seen those pictures, he was on fire. not one goal was let in the entire period.

after the game, all he wanted to do was go home and spend the rest of the night with you and the kids, but because he did so well, post-game media was on the list of things he had to do before he could leave.

“jeremy, going into the 3rd period, what was going through your mind because something changed between the second and third."

jeremy couldn't help but smile, "yeah, i got a text from my fiance. i don't know if you've seen them yet, but it was pictures from warmups. it's my daughter's first game, and we got some pictures taken."

he heard some commotion from the door of the locker room, and looked up just in time to see eli running in. jeremy smiled as eli pushed through the crowd of reporters and stood in front of his dad, waiting to be picked up.

he smiled, bending down and picking eli up. he fixed the hat on eli's head before turning back to the reporters, answering a couple more questions.

"...obviously, a shootout game would've been nice, but..." eli interrupted jeremy by whinging and pointing to the granola bar in his stall, "sorry." he smiled awkwardly, grabbing the granola bar and opening it for eli, "where was i?" he paused for a moment before regaining his train of thought, "... right, yeah..." he continued on with his answer before turning to the next reporter.

mid question, eli reached up and held out a piece of the granola bar, offering it to jeremy, who smiled and took the piece in his mouth. he nodded along as the reporter continued, eating the granola bar eli kept offering him.

he finished press and had eaten half a granola bar by the end of it. with eli's help, he got his stuff packed up and followed eli out to where you were waiting, winnie was asleep in the baby carrier attached to you.

"hi." you smiled brightly when you saw him, setting your phone aside, and giving him your attention, "i tried to stop him, but he's fast and he was on a mission."

jeremy laughed, "he is fast." jeremy looked down the hallway, watching eli running down the hall, talking to himself. he looked back over to you, raising a brow.

"he had a bit of candy." you shrugged, pursing your lips when he cocked his head at you, "we were on highway temper tantrum, exit full meltdown," you explained.

"hmm." jeremy hummed, setting his bags down and snatching eli up when he ran down the hall, "oof, i got you."eli giggled loudly, before letting out a tired yawn, dropping his head onto jeremy's shoulder, "let's go home." he slugn his bag over the other shoulder before grabbing your hand.

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prettytoxicrevolver · 6 months

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can you write any drabble from your prompts YOU want with swayman? 🤭

27. Cold Hands

(His hands are HUGE okay gimme a break)

You and Jeremy stroll down the narrow spaces of Bryant Park, peeking in and out of shops while people rush around the two of you. Your hands have frozen since your hot chocolate has run out and you’re doing everything to warm them up in the hopes that you don’t lose any fingers.

Jeremy notices this, gazing down at your frozen state and smiles, his heart eyes growing bigger every time he looks at you. You’ve both stopped by the ice rink, just watching the skaters make their laps around, your eyes lingering over a younger girl at the center, trying her best to perform a figure skating move you would never attempt in a million years.

Jeremy’s eyes keep sliding over to you, noticing the blue hue covering your hands and the need to take care of you wins over his nerves. He takes both your hands in his, cupping them and pulling them towards his chest to try and warm you up. Your heart pounds, you let yourself step closer to him and cautiously lean your head on his chest.

Sway moves your hands from his chest to around his back and rests under his jacket while his arms move to wrap around your neck in the warmest hug you’ve ever received.

“Feel better?”

“Tons,” you whisper against his chest, snuggling closer and smiling widely.

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snorky · 2 months

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A (Dark) Knight In Shining Armor

Hey y’all! I apologize for the inactivity regarding my works being published, life has been hectic and all and so I hope you all are doing wonderful. I have a lot more story ideas brewing inside of my head, and so I hope you guys enjoy this one for now in the meantime, a Jake DeBrusk comfort filled with some angst, but of course, with soft sweetness and joy. Title is inspired by Batman's nickname "Dark Night", and perhaps that one JD wore a Batman costume. But in all seriousness, I hope you all enjoy this fic, and take care of yourself!

Pairing: Jake DeBrusk x F!Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Angst, Abusive Relationships (not with Jake), Verbal Abuse, Breakup (not with Jake), (Let me know if I need to add anything!)

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“Just get out of here! I don’t want to see your face or hear your voice right now.” His voice was harsh, words laced with hate.

Frozen in fear, she stood there, unsure of what to do under his hostile stare, burning at her skin. It was all too familiar, the shouting, the yelling, the tension tearing her heart into scraps on the cold kitchen floor.

He slammed his fist against the kitchen counter, shaking the dishes and cups. “I said get out!” Poison seemed to drip from his tongue, corroding the ground.

Tears welled in her eyes as he shouted, her heart slowly crumbling and falling, and hope dissipating, dissolving into nothingness. The tears never fell though, he would shout again, that irritating noise that only seemed to remind her why she felt resentment.

She couldn’t take it anymore, all the arguments leading to nowhere, all the small disagreements building up to a broken cathedral that could no longer be restored.

As she walked to the door, she grabbed her coat from the hook near the door, tension tight in her shoulders, almost ready to snap. She looked back, hopefully for the last time her heart told her, and saw him sitting down at the dinner table now, his head in his hands. Whether it was in anger or shame, oh she hoped it was shame, she didn’t want to stay a second longer to find out.

Reaching for the doorknob, she turned it quickly and left, locking it behind her as she did so. It was out of habit, a mindless action, but this time, it felt like there was an intent to make sure he couldn’t follow after her.

The rainy downpour of Boston greeted her, snow seemingly no longer existent during winter, and yet the icy chill was still colder than ever.

As she walked down the street, she tried to figure out a way to get home back to her apartment, which was unfortunately across the city. She hadn’t moved in with her boyfriend yet, but now she didn’t even want to any longer.

Pulling out her phone, she thought of calling her roommate to pick her up, but then she realized that her roommate was out of the state with family. She let out a huff of slight annoyance, or more of inconvenience at herself for forgetting about her roommate’s whereabouts.

Her mind raced as she quickly tried to scroll through her contacts list, searching for the one person she knew that would pick her up from anywhere, no matter the hour nor conditions outside.

The tone of the phone hummed as she waited for him to pick up, her hands slightly shaky due to the cold. She hoped, prayed that she wouldn’t be sent to his voicemail box, a no answer.

“Hello?” His groggy voice echoed through the phone, as if he had just been woken up. “Is everything alright? It’s pretty late in the night,”

Guilt swirled around inside of her, not only for waking him up from his sleep, but also in the fact that she wanted him to pick her up.

“Yeah, I’m alright…ish, listen I just need a favor from you, Jake,” she trailed off.

The sound of his bedsheets ruffling could be heard from him, most likely him sitting upright in the bed. “Are you out in the rain right now? Do you need me to pick you up?”

“Yes please.” A sense of relief washed over her. “Only if it’s not a hassle though—”

“It’s never a hassle. Your safety matters.”

She could hear the sound of his keys being picked up from, what she assumed was, his bedside table, followed by his footsteps down the hall.

“Where are you by the way?”

Looking up from her phone, rather nervously, she observed her surroundings, which was slightly difficult in the dark rain. “Just a block away from his condo, near the corner shop.”

The engine of his car seemed to rumble through the phone, defensive and almost angry. “Don’t hang up until I get to you, wanna make sure you’re safe,”

Tears started to form in her eyes as she heard him speak those words, knowing that he held true emotion and genuineness behind it. “Mhm.” Her voice wavered slightly, and she knew that he could recognize it, even through the phone.

It was something so simple for him, and yet it meant a lot to her, especially since it seemed like her boyfriend had hardly put any effort in recently.

She knew a relationship with two busy adults wouldn’t be constant attention and affection, but it seemed like as of late, he’d hardly acknowledge her feelings and thoughts, just another person he knew.

Her vase in her kitchen remained empty, flowerless. Time to her was hardly given, delivered texts, no response, radio silence. And yet, he would lash out at her with foul curses if she damned herself to respond a little later than she could, few hours at most.

As she was lost in thought, the sound of a car pulled up in front of her, the raindrops pelting the hood of the car almost like hailstones.

“Get in!”

Through the phone, she could hear his giggle, which in turn, caused a small smile to appear on her face as she opened the car door, sliding into the passenger side. It seemed to lighten the mood, but only just a bit.

Ending the call on her phone, she stuck it into her pocket and put on her seatbelt. “Damn, DeBrusk, take it easy,” she let out a small laugh, just before the feeling of emptiness sunk inside of her, reality seeping in.

The rain seemed to continue endlessly as he drove, tapping on the car’s windows, reminding her of the long road trips she took when she was younger, seemingly more free. But instead of banter and laughter, silence filled the air, no radio-top-forty-hits playing, no conversation, nothing.

It was odd, looking over at Jake and seeing him so, tense, hands gripping the wheel rather tightly, completely different from the energy that seemed to be only moments ago.

“Did he hurt you?” The suddenness of his voice breaking the silence made her jolt in her seat slightly, in which he let out a small apology for.

“No.” Her words came out rather defensive without the intention to, but she quickly tried to clear up any possible assumptions. “All he did was yell at me,” she whispered, not wanting to think about it for too long.

“That’s not any better though.” He let out a sigh, his worry not easing by the minute, evident in the tapping of his fingers against the steering wheel. “He needs to treat you better, you deserve better,”

“Sorry,” she said quietly, head bowed down shamefully.

He glanced over at her as they stopped at a red light, just noticing how really disheveled she was. “It’s not your fault.” She looked up at him, hoping that he really meant it. “It never was your fault,” he whispered, delicately.

The gentleness that he held, offered purely raw straight from his heart, seemed to captivate her, entrance her, lull her into a sense of safety that she was hardly familiar with.

And just then, the traffic light switched to green, much too soon, and they began getting closer and closer to her apartment, buildings nearby becoming more and more recognizable.

It seemed as if Jake knew this route by heart, each turn and curve of the road, every traffic signal and exit, and he did. Boston felt like a second home to him, and even more so when he was with his best friend, with her.

A short while passed, and he stopped his car at the front of her apartment, which, fortunately for him, was only a few blocks away from his.

Rain continued to tap against his windows, more gentle than before, and they both sat there in silence, attempting to soak in the calmness. However, it was still evident that he was tense when she looked over at him, observing his tense shoulders, unrelaxed posture.

“Thank you so much for picking me up, Jake.”

He looked over to her, snapping out of his lost gaze to nothingness. “You’re welcome, always.” His voice seemed to be filled with some sort of uncertainness.

She picked up her bag, pulling out her keys to unlock her door. “I’ll head in now, and I’m sorry for holding you up and calling so late.”

“It’s never too late, I promise you,” he said, holding up his pinky. She held her own up, and locked hers around his.

Smiling at him sweetly, tears slowly formed at the corner of her eyes again. “Thank you, again.” Her voice seemed to crack ever so slightly.

He nodded and smiled back, just as sweet, “You’re always welcome, whenever, wherever.”

Reaching her hand to the handle, she gave him another smile as she looked back at him, his eyes soft with warmth, and yet she could sense that he was worried about her, never at ease as of late.

When she opened the car door, the rain could be heard pouring heavily, drops splattering on the concrete ground rapidly. She left quickly, closing the car door as she ran to her front steps, puddles splashing beneath her feet.

When she looked back just before she went inside, out of habit, he was still there, sitting in his car.

His window rolled down, and his voice could be heard. “Get inside! I’m not going until you’re in!”

Giving him a quick nod in response, she unlocked her door, and moved herself inside, the warm air welcoming her, a contrast to the wet, rainy outside.

After she closed the door behind her, she hung her coat on a hook nearby, along with her keys and bag. Sleepiness crawled up on her as she lay down on her couch, hoping to rest her eyes for a brief moment.

Her phone buzzed on the coffee table, a message from Jake popping up on her screen.

You’re safe, right? - Jakey

Yes I am

Thank you so much once again, get home safe

No prob :) - Jakey

Exhaustion made it difficult for her to stay awake for longer, eyelids feeling heavier with each blink, and so she moved herself from the living room to her bedroom, falling asleep as soon as she hit the bed.

Sunlight crept into her room when morning came, and her bed felt cozier than ever. The blankets were just as soft and warm as a hug, never wanting to let go from it, and her limbs remained cozily entangled under the covers.

She continued to lay there for a bit, soaking up all the beaming sunlight that poured into her room. It was quiet and still, aside from the usual Boston traffic outside in the street, and her thoughts were still slightly fuzzy having just woken up.

Memories of the night before started to linger on her mind, the argument, leaving his place, being picked up by Jake, it all seemed so frantic and rapid with no clear timeline.

Hours had passed after she had gotten ready, and she was sitting in a coffee shop awaiting his arrival.

She didn’t want to have it come to this, a sudden ending for her relationship, but it felt like it had been gone for a long time now. The relationship felt like a shell of what it was, and there was no longer devotion to something that wouldn’t devote back, a lack of effort and care that tasted bitter with each passive remark she heard.

The little bell above the coffee shop door chimed, and without even looking up from her drink, she could tell that he was there. It became a sixth sense to her, the feeling of unease and tension rising in her when he was nearby.

He sat down across from her, calling out her name like it was a curse on his tongue.

“Hello?” He waved his hand in front of her. “Jeez, are you still tired?” He scoffed. His passive aggressive remarks were all too familiar to her.

Blinking at him, she returned her focus. “Sorry, no.” She let out a light laugh, nervousness evident. “But there is something I want to talk about,”

He looked at her with a glare that could only be described as intimidating, but she knew better than to show that it was working. She was safe here, he couldn’t shout or yell at her out in public like this.

“I think that it would be the best for the both of us to part ways,” she spoke smoothly, despite her hands fiddling with her drink. “After last night—”

Last night. Cold. Dark. Unforgiving even.

“I realized that we both need some time and space to grow,” she continued.

Swallowing a lump in her throat, she was unsure of what to say now, having said all she needed to say.

“What do you mean?” His tone was harsh, a cousin to the one from the previous night, reminding her of it.

“I mean that we need to break up.” It sounded a lot more blunt when she said it out loud, but it was the truth. “I have nothing against you though—”

She was quickly cut off by the sound of his chair being pushed into the table aggressively as he walked towards the door, a few people’s heads perking up and trying to see what the commotion was.

Her face heated up in slight embarrassment as she sipped her drink, eyes of the others peering at her, awaiting for a reaction, but she stayed put in her seat.

The days from then on seemed to pass by like a blur, fuzzy and faded, but eventually, the days became clearer, the sun shining brighter than before. She felt a sense of freedom, having blocked all of his contacts and any form of communication, and she could finally breathe.

Her friends, Jake specifically, noticed that her eyes seemed to shine brighter, her smile more vibrant, and her laugh more pure, even in the darkest of rooms.

Their friends were all at a restaurant in downtown Boston together, catching up on old and new times over food and drinks, talking about whatever they could before they had to depart, going back to their own lives.

She was sitting next to Jake, his arm slung on the back of the seat behind her as they talked to their friends together. Warmth seemed to radiate from him, a contrast to the chilly evening air, and so she leaned towards him a bit.

He looked at her, noticing her shifting closer to him. “You cold?”

“Just slightly, it’s alright though—”

Taking off his jacket, he draped it over her shoulders, the thick material blocking out most of the cold air.

A few of their friends at the table gave them a knowing look, a soft flush appearing on his neck and cheeks as he kept her close to him.

As the night went on, the group began to wind down, a few friends leaving with hugs and well wishes at a time. The restaurant began to empty, and so the ambiance was much more serene and peaceful.

When she looked up at him, the soft glow of the overhead lighting seemed to shine perfectly on his face, emphasizing his gentle scruff and soft eyes.

He looked at her, noticing how drowsy she seemed.

“Should we head home?”

The words came out of his mouth so smoothly, she would’ve assumed that he meant just his place, but she knew that by the end of the night, she would be asleep in her own bed.

“Yeah, that’d be good,” she hummed.

They both got up from the table and headed out the restaurant shortly after he gave a tip to the wait staff, the cold air greeting them as they walked to his car.

He opened the passenger side door for her, a simple gesture that seemed to make her face warm up in a soft blush, butterflies starting to form in her stomach.

“Thank you, Jake,” she said, smiling softly.

He smiled back at her, so gently it seemed, “My pleasure,”

All of his affectionate actions, words, gestures, it all seemed to come naturally to him tonight, like cupid had made the stars align for him.

Once he got into the driver’s side of the car, he started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot, the streetlamps and city lights passing by as he drove the both of them down the road.

An idea sparked in his mind, something slightly different than a normal trip back home. “You don’t mind if we take a longer route to get home right?” He glanced over at her, searching for a response in her facial expression.

She remained calm, soft, the feeling of being safe when with him more prominent than ever. “I don’t mind at all,”

He smiled at her words, a warm feeling bubbling in his chest.

“I wouldn’t mind spending the entire night with you ya’know?” she quietly added, eyes focused on the twinkling lights out on the streets.

Her words made him slightly awestruck, leaving him without a proper response to her. His face started to have a slight rosy tint again, a soft blush dusted on his cheeks.

“Yeah,” he spoke quietly, clearing his throat. “Yeah, that’d be nice.”

They both continued to drive down the road, almost empty, but usual for how late it was, and headed off an exit towards their neighborhood.

As they headed towards one of the tunnels, he looked over at her again, admiring her for a quick moment before speaking. “Is it okay if I go a little fast?”

She smiled as she let out a slight chuckle, taking note of how sweet it was of him to ask if he could go faster than normal on the road. “It’s more than okay, I trust you,”

He took her permission with a smirk, the car accelerating a little faster as he stepped on the gas. “Thank you, princess,” he said, almost in a half-joking-half-serious manner. “Enjoy the ride.”

Her face heated up at the nickname, a silly one, but it seemed fitting for how well he was treating her. It was all that she ever wanted, to be treated with some respect, and Jake went above and beyond with it. He seemed so perfect, and it felt almost silly how she hadn’t noticed it.

She was quickly brought back to her senses, pulled away from her dreamy state when the car’s engine roared beneath the both of them as they drove through the tunnel. The lights passed by one by one quickly, like shooting stars in the dark tunnel.

It felt so surreal, nostalgic even, the speed of the car mirroring a lost memory of being on a roller coaster, the fuzzy lights oh so similar to the carnival lights.

After what seemed like an hour of reminiscing, the car exited the tunnel, the familiar city lights came back into view, and the dark night sky could be seen again. He slowed down the car slightly, settling down to a reasonable speed.

Silence hung in the air comfortably, peaceful and calm as they drove down the road. She liked it like this, the both of them not needing to speak a word to make things comfortable, and it was much different than the noisy, chaotic life she was familiar with.

“Are you alright?” he asked, looking over at her as he pulled to a stop at an intersection.

She smiled, a warm, soft smile that was filled with happiness, and nothing less. “I’m more than alright,”

Her voice was sweet and gentle, making him melt instantaneously, his heart and mind clouding with a fuzzy feeling that he could only think was love. He realized that ever since he knew her, his world was seen through heart-shaped glasses, just for her, and no one else.

“You’re so beautiful.” The words slipped past his lips before he realized, and he sat there frozen in fear. He hoped that she hadn’t heard him, but her ears heard it all.

She thought her mind was playing tricks on her, the late night combined with the fading adrenaline. “Jake,” she paused for a brief moment. “What?”

He could downplay it and shrug it off like he hadn’t said anything important, but that would leave her confused, and he never wanted her to be confused by his words. The other option was to fully admit his feelings, the ones that have been slowly growing ever since he met her.

“You’re so beautiful, so so beautiful.”

She looked at him with slight fear in her eyes, unsure whether or not he was lying. But all she saw was the truth, the vulnerability that he held right in that moment. He revealed his heart and soul to her, raw and in his hands, handing it to her.

There was no need to keep her guard up now, she was safe, with him, the one that she could always rely on, the one that picked her up in the rain in the darkest hours of the night.

The soft, glowing red light seemed to shine on his face like moonlight passing through stained glass, making him look angelic, ethereal. His dark t-shirt seemed to hug him nicely, chain necklace glimmering as the light shined on it.

Time seemed to tick slowly, sugary molasses straight from the jug. Her eyes savored all of him, his darkingly handsome look, strong, and yet gentle attitude.

“You’re breathtaking Jake,” she whispered.

It was the perfect fairytale moment that she’d been dreaming about, but with Jake, it made it all the more warm, even if she didn’t recognize it.

A loud car horn from behind them honked loudly, snapping them both out of the dreamy, fairytale state they seemed to have been locked in.

He let out a chuckle before continuing to drive, a smile scrawled on his face.

“Sorry about that car behind us, didn’t know others would be driving at around midnight in Boston.”

“It’s okay,” she laughed with him.

Smiling, they both drove to her home in comfortable silence, spirit high in joy and soft tenderness, something that she would be willing to grow familiar with in the future.

“I really enjoyed the night with you,” she said quietly, the comfortable silence being replaced with her voice, which Jake still found comforting.

“I enjoyed it as well,” he sighed softly. “You know—” he paused as he adjusted his hand on the steering wheel. “I enjoy seeing you smile more, and laugh too,”

She gave him a gentle look, full of warmth and curiosity. He never seemed to express any lovey feelings, even more so, any lovey feelings towards her, and yet she wanted more of it, just like how he wanted more of her happiness.

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trent frederic.

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"as long as you're next to me; just the two of us" — mac demarco

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You knew you had some form of a cold when you first opened your eyes. It was probably the stuffy nose that first gave it away. Maybe it was the oncoming headache…or the dryness in the back of your throat. Something like that, probably. You’d already been feeling it coming on for a day or two now.

The warm body next to you shifted slightly, and it wasn’t long before you felt an arm wrap itself around you, pulling you in closer. You turned over, face now level with the bare chest that was once touching your back, and looked up to see your boyfriend, whose eyes were shut.

“Trent?” you asked softly, prompting his eyes to open sharply. He easily pinpointed the pang of discomfort in your voice, and it was no surprise that his attention was immediately directed toward you.

“Hm?” he mumbled back, his body still in the process of waking up.

“I think I might be sick,” you told him, sniffing gently afterward. “Might be a cold or something.”

“Why, what happened? Did,” he interrupted himself with a yawn, “did you wake up like that?”

“Yeah,” you replied softly. “I’ve been feeling it coming on for a little bit, though.”

His expression turned to concern and you felt his arm pull you in just a little closer. You felt his lips press a small kiss to the top of your head and linger for just a moment. “Do you want me to stay home? I can tell Monty—”

“No, no,” you shook your head dismissively. “Don’t do that. It’s just a cold, I’m sure. I’ll be okay. Don’t miss practice. I don’t want you to get scratched or in any trouble.”

“I don’t want to leave you alone, though,” he told you, a hand coming up to your head and lightly stroking your hair.

“And that’s really sweet of you, but I promise—I’ll be okay. It’s just a few hours,” you reassured him, a cough leaving your lips afterward.

He shook his head following the noise. “No. I’m staying. I’m just going to tell them that you—”

“Trent.”

He sighed deeply, then reluctantly nodded his head. “Okay, okay. I’ll go.”

He climbed out of bed slowly, covering you back up before slipping off his pants and changing into his clothes for the day. He moved into the bathroom and you remained still, waiting out the few minutes he spent getting ready inside. Once he finished, he came back out and walked back over, standing at the foot of the bed closest to you.

“Do you need anything before I go?” he asked, hand placing itself on your forehead to gauge your temperature. “You don’t feel hot, so that’s good.”

“I’m okay for now,” you smiled. “Thank you, though.”

He nodded in response and made a quick check of the room, confirming that he hadn’t forgotten anything, then leaned over and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips.

You gently pushed him away, readying yourself to scold him. “Trent, I’m still sick, remember?”

“I live with you,” he laughed, “my chances of catching whatever cold you have are pretty high, anyway.”

He leaned over again, against your wishes, but this time kissed your forehead. “Call me or text me if you need anything, okay?”

“I will.” You giggled softly, then lifted your hand and motioned him off. “Now go. I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself for a little while. I’ll see you later, mkay?”

“Okay,” he echoed, finally stepping away and making his way toward the door. “Love you.”

“Love you, too,” you smiled, then waved gently as he turned back around and walked out of the room you shared, shutting the door behind him.

On a normal day, you’d have already cooked breakfast for you and Trent before he left, but considering your state, he opted for a quick pit stop on the way there instead, buying himself a coffee and an average-tasting breakfast sandwich.

When he arrived at Warrior, he couldn’t help but worry about you. He knew you’d be fine—hell, you were always the motherly type of girlfriend to him—but he didn’t want you to be alone. Practice tied him up, so he knew that if you needed something, anything at all, it would have to wait, and he simply hated that fact.

He’d never been such a nervous nellie until you came along. And he wasn’t exactly a worrisome person by any stretch, but he was known to be a stand-up, shirt-off-his-back kind of guy.

Yet now he found himself sitting at his stall, unable to focus on anything but his sick girlfriend back at home.

“Earth to Fred,” the familiar voice of Jake DeBrusk sounded from above him, breaking him from his trance that seemed to last for hours. “You alright, bud?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he dismissed the question with a wave of his hand, then detailed the situation to Jake, explaining your sickness and how you wouldn’t let him stay with you. He nodded along, understanding Trent’s worries, then set out for the ice.

Jeremy, however, had a much different approach than that of Jake’s.

“Aww, has ol’ Freddy gone soft?” the brunette-haired goaltender’s voice spoke from across the room.

His teammates teasing him about you became a constant, and this time was no different. It was all in good fun, of course, so it was never much of a bother to Trent. It did, however, tend to bring him down a peg, which was ultimately helpful to him and his game.

In his mind, he’d be damned if he didn’t at least check in on you before hitting the ice, so he took a moment to pull out his phone and shoot you a quick text.

Hey. I’m about to go out, you okay?

And silently he sat, watching the rest of the guys slowly file out while he awaited your reply.

hey. i’m okay, don’t worry.

now respectfully shut up and get your ass out there.

He laughed softly, then put his phone away and took the ice with the rest of the team. Your reassurance was enough to keep him at bay for the hour. He was able to shift his attention to the drills and talk amongst the guys, giving himself at least some time to be free of worry.

Like most things, word of your sickness spread fast around the locker room, and it wasn’t long before the questions began rolling in from the rest of the guys.

And by the end of practice, Trent had explained to nearly half of the team that you were sick, but weren’t, in fact, on your deathbed. Unfortunately for him, word spreading was like a long, painful game of telephone that almost never seemed to end up as it began.

When he arrived back at his stall, Trent wasted no time ridding himself of his equipment, in an unusual contrast to the slow manner in which he typically undressed. And to nobody’s surprise, he was one of the first ones to leave the building and walk to his car, somehow managing to evade the media.

Once he settled in, he drove down to the parking garage’s exit and made his way around the back of Warrior. It was common for fans to wait outside for the players, so he stopped briefly on the corner to sign for them, then continued forward to the set of lights.

Meanwhile, you remained comfortably at home, already having gotten up for the day. You weren’t sick enough to warrant any sort of bed rest, so you decided to get out of bed not long after your boyfriend left. You made yourself breakfast, did some cleaning, got a little bit of work done…kept yourself busy without having to go out, essentially.

There was a short range of time that he was almost always home by, so when it came around you decided that you’d whip up some lunch. As you turned a burner on from the stove, your music paused and your ringtone sounded over the speaker that sat on the island behind you. You turned around and picked up your phone, then let out a chuckle as your finger pressed the answer button.

“Hi, Trent,” you giggled, putting him on speaker and setting the phone down as you turned back to the stove.

“Hey,” he answered, voice ringing throughout your kitchen. “Feeling okay?”

“I’m fine,” you repeated for what felt like the hundredth time already.

“Good. I have to make sure, y’know?”

With a roll of your eyes, you replied, “I know. It’s just you being a good boyfriend, which I can’t complain about.”

“Better not,” he teased, his voice cutting out slightly over the shitty audio quality that his car’s Bluetooth connection provided. “I’ll be back soon.”

“You left pretty quick, no?” you asked, placing a few slices of bread into the pan.

“Uh, yeah. I kinda just…got out of there before anyone said anything,” he explained. “It was nice, actually. I think I had a record undress time.”

You giggled softly, the sound of sizzling echoing through the room as you toasted the bread. “Don’t get yourself in trouble,” you warned teasingly.

“I won’t—are you cooking?”

“Yeah.”

“Why aren’t you lying down?” he inquired, and you heard the faint noise of a turn signal flicking on.

“Trent, I have a cold. I’m not dying,” you laughed. “You’re a big boy, I think you know that. Plus, I have nothing else to do, anyway. Hope you’re hungry.”

He laughed. “I’m always hungry.”

“Ain’t that the truth…”

“Well, excuse me.”

“When will you be home?” you asked, flipping the now-assembled sandwiches over in the pan. You sneezed into your arm, then irritatedly reached for a paper towel. “Damn.”

“15 minutes?” he answered, picking up the cup of iced coffee that he left in the car and taking another sip. “Not too long now. What are you making, anyway?”

“Grilled cheese sandwiches. But like, with tomatoes and stuff,” you told him, your voice carrying just a touch of cockiness. “Fancy ones.”

“Oh, like with fresh mozzarella?” he teased.

“Well, yeah…”

Even through the horrible audio quality, you could hear him laughing. “Actually, that sounds good. Can’t wait. It’s like you’re my personal chef.”

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself, buddy,” you paused to let out a cough, “or I’ll eat both of these before you get back. I have one hell of an appetite when tested, even when I’m sick.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll be back soon, ‘kay?”

“Alright. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

He hung up the phone and your music resumed, allowing you to happily listen as you finished cooking your late lunch. You plated the food and set the two sandwiches on the kitchen island in front of the stools that stood next to it, then sat down and waited patiently for his return.

It came around 15 minutes later, making your boyfriend’s assumption correct as you heard the front door creak open. A turn of your head greeted Trent as he walked into the apartment, his face sporting a faint smile that almost seemed…cheeky?

“Hi, hun,” you smiled back, remaining seated as he shut the door behind him. “What’s got you all smiley?”

“Nothing, just happy to see you.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m sure.”

He walked up to you, hand behind his back, and lowered his voice slightly. “Close your eyes.”

“Okay…”

You confusedly obliged his request, closing your eyes and holding out your hands, assuming that it would be his next one. Soon enough, you felt a somewhat heavy object being placed into your hands, and it took no longer than a few seconds to realize what it was.

You were proven right when you opened your eyes to find a bouquet of roses sitting atop your palms with Trent still standing proudly above you.

“Well?”

“Trent…Trent, these are beautiful,” you beamed, standing up to wrap your arms around him. “Thank you.”

You felt him softly kiss the side of your head. “I’m glad you like them.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” you told him, pulling back and looking up to align your gaze with his.

“But I wanted to,” he insisted. “God, even when you’re sick you still take care of me. I had to do something for you.”

“You’re too sweet.”

He tilted his head slightly. “I’m not too sure the rest of the league would agree with that one.”

“Well, I’m not the rest of the league,” you rebutted, your free hand trailing up and into his hair. With a sniff, you added, “And I don’t particularly care who disagrees—I know I’m right.”

He leaned down and pecked your lips, which was still against your wishes, then grinned down at you. “You’re cute when you’re sick.”

“You think so?” you giggled softly.

“Yeah. You have that little nasally thing going on. It’s cute.”

“And you’re not too sweet?” you scoffed with a roll of your eyes. “Come on, eat before it gets colder than it already is.”

“I’m sure it’ll be great, anyway.”

You pulled back and set the flowers down carefully behind the food. “I’ll put them in a vase after we eat.”

“Okay.” He sat down and rolled up his sleeves before picking up half of his sandwich and turning to you. “You like roses, right?”

“Trent,” you laughed, “yes. You know that. Stop stressing yourself out and eat.”

“Alright, alright, I’m done.” He took a bite and picked up a napkin to wipe his lips. “Mm. Good.”

“Good.”

The two of you ate together while he told you about practice, explaining what he worked on and a few other things that happened throughout the hour. He even mentioned how he’d been teased by some of the boys for being worried, which brought a faint blush to your cheeks that you somehow managed to hide from him.

He refused to let you clean no matter how hard you tried, so you put your flowers in a vase and set them neatly next to the sink. You tended to be quite the perfectionist sometimes, so it took you longer to do that than it took him to clean. When he finished, he walked over and stood behind you while he waited, which wasn’t too long in hindsight.

As you stepped back to make sure they looked good, you felt a familiar pair of arms wrapping around your waist, hands locking in front of your stomach. Trent’s lips pressed gently against the side of your head, which admittedly diverted your focus from the flowers to him for just a moment.

But you brought your mind back to the roses and decided that they were in a good enough position to keep. “Perfect.”

“Like someone I know.”

Your head fell back against his firm chest and you felt him pull you in just slightly closer to you. As he exhaled through his nose you could feel the breath grazing your forehead just barely, relaxing you even further. The whole situation was all so…domestic, to put it plainly, and it felt nothing short of purely natural.

“Too sweet,” you reiterated softly, your eyes shut.

“Let’s go lie down, hm?” he cooed, breath now hitting your ear as he leaned down. “All that skating makes a guy tired, you know.”

“I’m sure it does,” you spoke with a laugh, then let your incredibly handsome boyfriend guide you back to your bed, where you both ended up taking a much-needed nap as you laid closely wrapped up in the warm comfort of each other’s arms.

Because, whether you were sick or not, he refused to have it any other way.

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