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ahockeywrites · 1 day

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I’m the “Cole Caufield x Reader; public sex or blowjob?” anon, I really do apologize for not seeing the list of whom you write for! So instead of Cole, maybe Quinn?? Thank you in advance!! Yet again, so sorry!!

warnings: oral m!receiving, public blowjob!, explicit fem!reader authors note: nonny, my anxiety at replying that I didn’t write for Cole was extreme but thank you so much for being so understanding and not hating me (I need constant validation for my mental health). so, how about a public blowjob?

going to the lingerie store with your boyfriend was meant to be a good idea. he loved it when you felt confident in your body and wearing lingerie helped you with that. so a large chunk of his pay check went on expensive underwear that only the pair of you got to see. it didn’t matter who saw, just that you knew you looked attractive.

you had just walked out the changing room in the private suite, well it wasn’t too private. there was a back room to this store that was separated from the main changing rooms for when partners came along to see what their partner was wearing. it was separated by a curtain. the set you had just put on was a Canucks blue with green detailing. the fabric was sheer and your hardened nipples were on full display to Quinn.

it wasn’t as though he wasn’t aroused. after the second set, he unzipped his jeans and had been leisurely stroking his cock as you pranced around in different sets. he already knew that he was going to buy you anything you wanted, he was wrapped around your little finger.

“fuck,” he groaned as he gripped his cock a little harder. this was turning him on more than he thought it would. quinn collected some of the pre come at the head of his shaft to use as a lubricant. “spin round for me.”

you listened and spun around on the balls of your feet to show him the entire set. expletives left his lips once more as you showed him the skimpy fabric that rested on your chest and hips.

quinn didn’t know what he needed from you but it was something. the arm that wasn’t jerking himself off rested on the plush arm rest of his chair, biceps straining as you walked towards him slowly.

“on your knees baby,” he instructed and you obliged him.

your mouth found the head of his cock and you started lapping up the salty liquid as though you were starved. you were starved. starved of his cock. it had been too long (read: one day) since you had his cock in his mouth.

slowly, you took more of him into your mouth until he hit the back of your mouth. your eyes raised to look up at your boyfriend. you hoped to look him in the eyes but his head was thrown back and both his hands were gripping the fabric of the chair. he was in total pleasure and you were the one causing it.

you started bobbing your head up and down, spit coating the whole of his cock. your hand grasped the part of his cock that didn’t fit in your mouth and started moving that up and down with the movement of your head. your other hand rested on his thigh to stabilise yourself.

quinn’s hips started twitching as you moved your hand from his cock to cup one of his balls. it was a trick that you learnt early on in your relationship to increase the pleasure he felt.

“ah fuck,” quinn threaded a hand through your hair, not to hold you in place but to guide you at the pace he needed. he pulled you up and down his cock, the head hitting the back of your throat with every movement. you loved being the reason why quinn felt this much pleasure.

whimpers left his mouth as you knew that he was close. his cock twitched and you continued to play with his balls as he thrusted up into your mouth before spilling himself into your mouth.

you opened your mouth to show the salty, white liquid before swallowing it dramatically.

“we’re keeping this set,” quinn breathed out, “and every other set you’ve tried on. and every other set you wanted to try on. no arguments.”

you nodded before walking back to take the set that you were wearing off.

“keep it on,” you heard from behind you. quinn had walked behind you, jeans hanging around his ankles. he ripped the tag from the bra you were wearing and added it to the pile of underwear you had already tried on. “want to fuck you in it when we get home.”

#ahockeywrites #nhl imagine #nhl fic #hockey writing #nhl fanfiction #hockey story #nhl writing #smutty sunday #spicy sunday #qh43 #quinn hughes imagine

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princessphilly · 2 years

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Hate fucking hangman LORD 🥵

Wooooo

@newlibrary @i-am-a-lost-girl16 @ahockeywrites @grey--scale--girl

“Look at me, precious, when I fuck you.”

You intentionally looked away as much as you could at those words from the cocky pilot. But a hand grabbed your jaw softly, making you look into those green eyes.

Your legs were hooked over Hangman’s shoulders, his cock deep inside of your pussy before he withdrew. Then he thrust again, a deep stroke that had his balls slap against your ass, a wicked smile on his face as you moaned.

His tongue peeked out of his mouth as he focused on fucking you until all you knew was his name. All you could feel was him. All you wanted was him.

And it was working by the way your nails were digging into his back. He was going to get catcalled tomorrow but it was worth it. “That’s it, baby, for someone who really hates me, you love taking my cock.”

You squeezed your kegels, causing Hangman to moan while he stayed inside of you to the hilt. “Shut up you asshole, and fuck me.”

Hangman gritted his teeth as he moved your hands from his back. Pinning you arms above your head with one hand, he gritted out, “it’s not asshole, it’s Jake.”

“Jake, whatever,” you started before his lips met yours. Then you felt his fingers slap your clit and you saw stars.

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swissboyhisch · 1 year

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MATTHEW TKACHUK REC LIST

FICS

Baby, Kiss It Better by @slapshot-to-the-heart Some exciting news is revealed after a game where he drops the gloves.

Baby Girl (18+) by @ahockeywrites A battle of Alberta was tough and the look of his name looks good on your back.

What Friends Are For by @matthewttkachuk-deactivated2021 In which a friend is there for another when they need it most.

More Than Morning Sickness by @hockeylvr59 During the lockdown, you stay with the Tkachuk's. While you think you're sick, the other family members realise what's happening before you or Matt.

Four Times You Sat In Matthew’s Chair + The One Time They Called Him Out by @extratragic Like Keith, Matthew has a chair in the house that no one is allowed to sit in, but he never has a problem with you sitting there.

Sex Strike by @nicohersheys After you called a strike to yours' and Matt's sex life, he does everything in his power to tease you to change your mind.

AUTHORS INCLUDED ALL DESERVE A FOLLOW:

@slapshot-to-the-heart @ahockeywrites @hockeylvr59 @extratragic @nicohershey

UPDATED: 19/6/23

#swissboyhisch recs #swissboyhisch masterlist #swissboyhisch #fic recs #matthew tkachuk imagine #matthew tkachuk x reader #matthew tkachuk rec list

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happilysmythe · 1 day

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❥ 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪

trent frederic.

word count: 1.6k

no warnings

"i think i wanna marry you" — bruno mars

A/N: requested by the showstopping @ahockeywrites — a soft trent fic including a picnic and possibly a proposal, so here i am to deliver. thank u pookie and i hope everyone enjoys this short n sweet trent blurb to hold you over! happy reading :)

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Not a day went by where Trent wasn’t heckled by his teammates, formers, buddies, and even family members for how positively whipped he was for you. And although he hated it on the outside, he wasn’t afraid to show it behind closed doors.

The man loved you—he’d never deny that.

You and Trent had been dancing around the idea of marriage for months. You’d been together for almost three years. It was only natural that the subject would eventually come about. The two of you, however, had received a plethora of comments from your peers about it but never discussed it on your own. At least, not nearly to the extent that you needed to.

You finally made the move from St. Louis to Boston nearly a year prior, so it didn’t come as a surprise to you that the other wives and girlfriends began pressing you about it.

“So you’ve still never once talked about it,” Kiley, your best friend, would say.

And the others would give you mixtures of “Why not?” and “Aren’t you going to?”, usually to no avail.

You’d often mention the interactions to Trent, and he’d typically wave them off, telling you that they were simply being pests. He’d tell you to ignore them. But the last few times you’d mentioned it to him, he’d smile, sometimes letting out a laugh, and even sometimes tell you it was “nice” or “cute”, much to your confusion.

That being said, you really didn’t put as much thought into it as you probably should of.

Because Trent was subtly trying to hint to you that he had other plans; that he might have started to take the girls’ advice.

“How about a picnic?” he suggested, his finger twirling a strand of your hair around as your head comfortably rested in his lap, legs sprawled across the couch cushions. You’d been debating with him on what you wanted to do that night, as he’d just gotten home from a road trip with the team the day prior. “The weather should be nice.”

Your eyes lit up at the idea, teeth on display as you smiled up at him. “That actually sounds great.”

“Well, then.”

“Great. Then it’s settled—we’ll have a picnic,” you sat up, palm flat on the cushion as your arm supported your weight.

“You packing?” he teased.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, giggling softly as you stood up. “Yes. I am. Because I don’t particularly trust you,” you told him, walking into the kitchen. “But only because of that.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” he shouted from the couch.

You whipped up a few sandwiches and stored them neatly in a basket, followed by the remainder of the strawberries you had in your fridge and a few other snacks. You put some napkins and drinks inside, then folded a blanket over the food and shut the basket, leaving it on the kitchen counter to grab when you left.

Then, you got ready, slipping on a pink and white floral-patterned babydoll dress and sandals. You matched a white bow to the white in the dress and clipped it into your hair, then picked out a few pieces of jewelry to top it off. You’d just gotten your nails done a few days before, courtesy of Kiley, and you decided on a French manicure that ultimately tied the look together, in your not-so-humble opinion.

You waited by the door for Trent, basket in hand as you scrolled through your phone, then looked up when you heard his footsteps coming toward you.

“Wow,” he nodded, stopping in front of you. “Outdid yourself, eh?”

“Well, if I’m going to go on a spring picnic. I might as well look the part, right?” you noted, stepping up to him and planting a kiss on the tip of his nose. “And besides—I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear a white polo with…Khakis.”

He looked around the room bashfully, a guilty expression lining his face. “Well,” he shrugged, lips pressing into a flat line. “I guess you’re right.”

You giggled and gently kissed him once more, and then the two of you set off.

You decided on a quaint, meadowy area that sat just near a local river, which ultimately was the perfect location for your little outing. He and you sat atop the blanket, basking in the sunlight as you ate.

“You have chocolate on your face,” you giggled, bringing your thumb up to the corner of his mouth and carefully wiping it. You licked it off and dried your thumb with a napkin, taking notice of how Trent’s eyes seemed to be completely trained on you.

“What?”

“Nothing, just,” he paused, taking a breath. “You look really pretty.”

A smile spread across your face as your head tilted to the side at the unexpected compliment. “Thank you,” you bashfully replied.

“Mhm.”

“I think the sun’s about to set,” you noted, wiping your lips with the same napkin and setting it back down on the blanket. He and you finally finished your food, and you turned to face him.

“You wanna watch it?” he asked.

You nodded in response and he moved the basket to the side, lying on his back and extending his arm out. You nuzzled into him, resting your head on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around your waist, letting his hand rest flat on your hip.

You sighed gently, letting your eyes close for just a moment as you relaxed into him. There you sat for the next ten minutes, the two of you not speaking a word as you watched the sunset hit its peak. It was then that he finally spoke, catching your attention immediately.

“Hey,” he cooed, looking down as you sat up slightly and turned to face him.

“Hm?”

“You mind if we stand up for a second?”

“Sure,” you shrugged, then rose to your feet, looking up at him as he stood in front of you. “What is it?”

He took your hands in his, rubbing the backs gently with his thumbs, then took a deep breath.

“Remember the first time you told me about the girls teasing you?”

“Sort of,” you replied confusedly. “Why?”

“You remember what I said?”

“To ignore them?”

“Yeah. And I kept telling you that; that it was stupid, or that they were just being annoying,” he started softly. “But even if they were being completely out of line doing it, they were right. They just didn’t know that I already had my own plans.”

You tilted your head, brows furrowing together as you tried to make sense of what he was saying.

“I’d already made my choice, but I kept shrugging you off because I was scared.” He cleared his throat. “Anyway, what I’m getting at is…I should’ve done this a long time ago.”

Then it started to come to you, everything slowly beginning to piece itself together in your head. For the past few weeks, you’d received less heckling from Kiley and the others. Of course, you didn’t think anything of it before. Then, she took you to get your nails done out of the blue. And later that day, she took you shopping for the exact dress you were wearing. Because she knew.

And when Trent got down on one knee, you knew, too.

You gasped quietly as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, velvet box, holding it with one hand, the other still holding one of yours.

“I bought this a month after you moved in,” he finally spoke, holding it up. “I’ve just been trying to figure out when and how to do this.”

“Oh—oh my god.”

He took another deep, long breath. “I love you. So much. And there’s nobody I’d rather spend the rest of my life with. So…” He spoke your name softly, prying the box open with his hand to reveal the diamond ring inside.

“Will you marry me?”

Tears pricked at your eyes, your free hand covering your mouth as you finally processed it all. He was doing exactly what you thought he wasn’t going to do anytime soon. And only a few moments passed before you were nodding your head sharply as your hand fell down to your side.

“Yes,” you replied with conviction.

So he took the ring from its resting place and raised your hand, slipping it snugly onto your finger, marveling at how perfectly it fit for just a moment. He tossed the box to the ground and slowly stood up, thumb brushing over the ring on your finger as he held it between you.

You quickly threw your arms around his neck and kissed him. He quickly reciprocated, hoisting you up and holding you tight as your legs wrapped around his waist.

The warm hue of the falling sunset illuminated your surroundings, the scene topped off by the faint noise of crickets as he and you shared one of the most intimate moments of your lives. And he couldn’t have planned it out more perfectly.

A small tear ran down your cheek as you pulled away, smiling gently as you looked down at him. He quickly leaned up and kissed it away. Affection laced his expression when he pulled back to look up at you, unable to contain his smile as he felt the cold surface of your ring grazing the skin on the back of his neck.

“I love you, T,” you whispered to him.

“I love you, too,” he echoed softly, hand brushing a strand of hair behind your ear just before adding,

“Mrs. Frederic.”

#boston bruins #trent frederic #hockey #fanfic #trent frederic fic #boston bruins imagine #trent frederic imagine #soft fic #trent frederic x reader #soft trent frederic #fluff fic

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stcverogers · 2 years

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ROBERT 'BOB' FLOYD!

a list of bob masterlists that i have been reading and obsessing over

this is extremely important and i take this very seriously out of respect for the community. please do remember to read the rules for the respective blogs before interacting with or reading them.

masterlist

↳ masterlist by @skvatnavle

↳ masterlist by @lorecraft

↳ masterlist by @applebutter-and-cinnamon

↳ masterlist by @priceof-freedom

↳ masterlist by @writergirl35

↳ masterlist by @callsignhoney

↳ masterlist by @robertcallsignbobfloyd

↳ masterlist by @imjess-themess

↳ masterlist by @ahockeywrites

↳ masterlist by @stormiwaves

↳ masterlist by @topguncortez

↳ masterlist by @clints-lucky-arrow

↳ masterlist by @nobody7102

↳ masterlist by @glodessa

↳ masterlist by @shaded-echoes

↳ masterlist by @wouldpollyapprove

↳ masterlist by @3tabbiesandalab

↳ masterlist by @sebsxphia

↳ masterlist by @bradshawswife

↳ masterlist by @youlightmeupfinn

↳ masterlist by @oncasette

↳ masterlist by @daughterofthereaper02

↳ masterlist by @wildbornsiren

↳ masterlist by @wackapedia

↳ masterlist by @dearestdaffodils

↳ masterlist by @coyotesamachado

↳ masterlist by @priceof-freedom

#bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #robert floyd #claire’s fic recs

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slapshot-to-the-heart · 2 years

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say my name - m. tkachuk

Happy to have jumped back into writing this summer with my entry for @antoineroussel ‘s summer fic exchange!I may have left it until the last day, but I’m proud of what I was able to put out. I was given the lovely @ahockeywrites to write for, so here you are! I was having trouble figuring out what to write about for a while, but the Ratthew news over the pas few weeks really got me inspired. I hope you all enjoy!

word count: 3.5k+

Matthew Tkachuk wasn’t the kind of guy who liked to let things go unsaid. He didn’t beat around the bush, because why would he? It didn’t make sense. If he saw something, or thought something, or felt something, what good would come from keeping it inside? If he noticed something at practice, he told Coach – if it was one of the rookies or younger guys, he’d bring it up with them directly, take them out for coffee after practice or offer to look over video with them. He wasn’t the captain, not really, but as much as the prospect of being one of the team’s ‘elder statesmen’ made him want to tear his hair out, he wanted to do what Gio had done for him. Pay it forward, if you will.

He didn’t keep things bottled up with the team, and for the most part, he didn’t keep things bottled up with Cat. Keeping things from your significant other, especially feelings things, was a recipe for disaster, and not something Matthew had any inclination towards. Sure, Cat might have been the one to ask him out after they’d spent a week wordlessly flirting at each other from across the café they both frequented, but Matthew had been the first one to say ‘I love you.’ It was only three months in, which for some people might not seem like any time at all, but for Matthew started to feel like a lifetime as soon as he realized how he felt about her. For him, it wasn’t the way some people described it, where it hit you like a bus one day and knocked you clean off your axis. For Matthew, he just started wondering how he missed the blaring red lights trying to get him to realize how deep his feelings ran for her. It took seeing Cat making breakfast in his kitchen one morning after she spent the night, somehow managing to get the bacon and omelettes perfect but burning the toast to an absolute crisp. But at that point, Matthew wasn’t sure how he was ever able to not love her.

Catriona MacDaniel was the opposite, as much as she was loath to admit it. It’s not that she ever purposefully hid what she was feeling or tried to be difficult to read. She just never felt the need to bother people for things she thought were trivial. She was first generation Irish-Canadian, and, in the words of John Mulaney, “the thing with Irish people is I’ll keep all of my emotions bottled up, and then one day, I’ll die.” In Cat’s humble opinion, truer words had never been spoken. Her and her older sister Aisling were as close as two people could be, but it took even her weeks to pry out that Catriona had a boyfriend, and another month and a half before she would actually let Aisling meet him. But Matthew had managed to steadily chip away at Cat’s unintentionally-prickly exterior, and after two years as a couple and six months of living together, she would freely admit to anyone who asked that with the probable exception of her family (aside from her younger brother Conor, who happily fulfilled his given role as family pest) Matthew Tkachuk was the person she loved most in the world.

Matthew didn’t usually keep his feelings inside, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be incredibly unobservant at times. (Brady would probably say most of the time, and he’d probably just shorten that to ‘dumb.’) Sometimes, people would have to point out something that he should have realized all along. Not with hockey. Never with hockey. He could run drills in his sleep and overanalyzed every minute of play like his life depended on it. But with the feelings things, sometimes he couldn’t have been more oblivious if he tried.

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It was one of the Flames’ biggest charity events of the year, a fundraiser benefiting Alberta Children’s Hospital held at some ballroom downtown that Matthew couldn’t remember the name of. The crisp March air drifted through the open doors leading to the balcony, Matthew longingly looking out at the sparkling lights of Calgary below them. He didn’t usually mind these things, especially not when it was all going towards such a good cause, but that didn’t mean there weren’t places he’d rather be than trying desperately to stay awake as he listened to some business executive who never played a day of hockey beyond Junior B drone on about ‘quarterly income reports’ and ‘how hockey’s gotten so soft since your father’s days, Matthew.”. He sipped his champagne, mumbling a perfunctory “mm?” every once in a while as his eyes flitted across the room, hoping he could catch someone’s eyes who would pull him out of the conversation by making up some pseudo-emergency.

He came back to the conversation just in time to hear his name. “Sorry, could you repeat that?” Matthew said, clearing his throat.

“I was just wondering where your lovely wife had gone off to,” the man asked expectantly.

Matthew blinked a few times, confused, before realizing that he must be talking about Catriona. “Cat? I think she’s waiting in line at the bar for a refill.” After a few second’s pause, “She’s not my wife – I mean, we’re not married. We’ve been dating for,” he did the math in his head, “two years. Our anniversary was last month.”

The man shook his head in apology. “Sorry for that, I must have gotten you confused with your friend Johnny.” Johnny had gotten married not that long ago, but Catriona and Meredith didn’t really look much alike, so Matthew wasn’t sure where the confusion had come from.

“You’re good, no problem,” he muttered.

“Maybe you’ll be next though, eh?”

Matthew shot the other man a tight smile. “We’ll see.”

Maybe you’ll be next. The words played on repeat in Matthew’s head the rest of the night, when Cat came back from the bar with their drinks, when he was spinning her around on the dance floor, when he got his car from the valet and absentmindedly pulled out a twenty fto tip her. Did he just say that because he genuinely messed up? Did he see something? Did someone say something? It wasn’t like him and Cat had never talked about it before. They had, enough to know that they weren’t opposed to the whole idea, but that neither saw the need to be rushing down the aisle anytime soon. He could see things with Cat lasting…but marriage? That kind of forever, till-death-do-you-part commitment? That he wasn’t a hundred percent sure on.

Catriona could tell on their ten minute drive home that Matthew was in his head. He was quiet on the ride back, not ignoring her by any means, but he wasn’t really there, like there was something on his mind that she couldn’t exactly figure out. She had gotten good over the past few years at reading him – she didn’t know if there was anyone apart from his mother who could do it quite like her – but this was different. He was distracted, but it didn’t really seem like something was bothering him, and he didn’t seem overwhelmed. He just seemed…different. A little distant, but he opened her car door like he always did, and let her into the bathroom first so she could do her semi-elaborate skincare routine like he always did, so she put a pin in it, hoping she’d remember in the morning.

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It was the middle of May – the Flames had just beat the Stars to win the first round of playoffs, and had two days until the Oilers would descend on the Saddledome for the semifinals. Matthew was on the phone with his mom, who was flying out the next day with the whole Tkachuk family in tow. “You’ll be coming back to St. Louis whenever the season wraps up?” Chantal may have said it like a question, but Matthew knew that she wasn’t really asking.

“Mhm,” he confirmed. “Give it probably a week or so for me to finish things up here and say goodbye to the guys for the summer.”

“And how long does Cat think she’ll be able to get off of work for?” That was one of the things Matthew loved. It wasn’t even a question with his mom, or with the rest of his family. He loved Catriona, so they did too, and had welcomed her with open arms from the moment they met her for the first time.

Cat was a software engineer, her company offered generous benefits and time off but Matthew knew she’d have wanted to stay longer if she were able. “She thinks two weeks, probably sometime late June or early July. And I might fly back out for a week or so later in the summer just to get some more time with her.”

“WHIPPED!” Matthew heard Brady in the background of the call. “I’m on speaker?” he asked, sighing.

He could imagine his mom shrugging her shoulders. “I’m making dinner, my hands aren’t free. Brady, don’t make fun of your brother.”

“You’re one to talk, Brady,” Matthew said. “I love my girlfriend, so sue me.”

“Eh,” Brady said, “I know you two live together and all, but I think she might like me more than she likes you. Wouldn’t blame her.” Matthew could hear their mom whacking Brady with a towel.

Matthew just rolled his eyes. Honestly, that was one of the many wonderful things about Cat. She had the ability to make everyone around her feel so important, like they were the only person in the room. Whether it was him, his family, her friends – which she had a lot of, because she had such an infectious personality everyone wanted to be around her – her little cousins, who Matthew had met the summer before when they had flown out to Ireland for her family reunion. It was an hour and a half car ride from the airport in Dublin to her grandparents’ country house outside of Kilkenny, but Matthew’s eyes never left the scenery the whole drive there. Catriona had always been close with her grandparents (well, as close as you could be with an ocean and 4100 miles separating them) and he knew that she was nervous about introducing him. Especially doing so in what wasn’t exactly a low-stress environment, with twenty MacDaniels running around the property. But the whole family loved him the instant they saw how happy he made Cat, even if her grandfather Rory couldn’t understand for the life of him how Matthew made a living by hitting a piece of rubber on ice.

“Anyways,” Matthew said, trying to get back on topic, “Cat’s going to pick you up from the airport, we can get lunch together somewhere after morning skate’s finished. Sound good?”

Chantal hummed her agreement, a soft beep in Matthew’s ear letting him know she had taken him off speaker. “How are things going with you two?” It wasn’t like his mom needed to know every minute detail of their relationship, but she liked being given the occasional update.

“They’re going well. Really well,” Matthew replied. He paused for a minute, but Chantal could tell there was something he still wanted to say. “Something happened a few months ago. We were at a charity thing for the team, and someone I was talking to thought we were married – I don’t know if he got Cat confused with someone, or thought he saw a ring or what. It was a one-off comment, he probably didn’t mean anything by it, but I can’t stop thinking about what he said and I don’t know why.”

“Was it actually the fact that he said something that got you all in your head? Or was it what he said that got you thinking?”

Matthew wanted to slap himself on the forehead. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought of that. “Um, well, probably the second.”

“Are you thinking of proposing?” Matthew could almost hear her smile over the phone.

He shrugged. “I don’t know.” Matthew almost wanted to look around the living room, make sure that Catriona wasn’t anywhere within earshot, before he realized that it was noon on a weekday and she was at work. “I think I want to, but…Mom, I’m scared.” His voice wobbled as he perched on the edge of the couch.

“Do you not know if she’d say yes?”

“It’s not that,” he swallowed, “because I’m almost sure she would. I think I’m just a little scared of what it all means, you know? Like, what we’ve got going is good. It’s really good. I love her more than I’ve ever loved anyone, and I know she loves me, and I think I’m worried that changing anything about what we have would, I don’t know, burst our bubble?” Once the words started flowing, Matthew didn’t think he could have stopped them if he wanted to. “I guess I’m just convinced that if I propose, the other shoe’s going to have to drop eventually. I’m just scared that we’ll get engaged, buy a house, start trying to settle down, and then I’ll get traded to Carolina, or Montreal, or God-knows-where, and she’s going to realize that this isn’t what she thought she was signing up for. She deserves stability, Mom, she deserves everything she’s ever wanted, and that could be taken away from her at any point. I just don’t want to run the risk of being the one to do that to her.”

“But have you ever considered that maybe you’re all she’s wanted?”

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Matthew was sitting on the loveseat in his living room back in Calgary, spending a few days with Catriona before hopping on another plane back to St. Louis, when Brad Treleving’s contact popped up on his phone. Matthew took a deep breath, settling into the chair before picking up the call. “Brad?” he asked by way of greeting.

“Matthew. How are you?” Matthew knew he was just asking to be polite. If he was calling about what Matthew thought he was, the pleasantries wouldn’t mean anything.

“Uh, fine,” he said. “Back in Calgary for a little, but headed to Missouri at the end of the week.”

“Good, good to hear. I’m glad you’re getting to spend time with your family.” He spoke almost distractedly. “Well, Matthew, I’m going to cut to the chase. You’ve been traded.”

Despite the fact that really, if Matthew was being honest, he knew the call was coming didn’t stop him from feeling like he had just gotten the wind knocked out of him. “Oh.”

Brad continued. “We appreciate everything you’ve done for us up in Calgary, and I know you’ll be missed by the boys, everyone here in the front office, and the fans, but we felt it was in the best interest of the team for you to go elsewhere.” Ouch. In the best interest of the team for you to lose your top two players in a single offseason? Okay.

“Alright,” Matthew said gingerly. “Where…where am I going?” Please not Ottawa. Please not Ottawa. Please not Ottawa. He would never fucking hear the end of it if his little brother ended up being his captain.

“You’re going to Florida. Panthers, not Tampa Bay.” Matthew knew Brad had kept talking, thanking him again for how hard he had worked for the team, his leadership in the locker room, how Florida’s GM would be calling later that night, but he wasn’t processing any of it. All he could really grasp was how this was the exact fucking thing he told his mom he was afraid about, and how all the sudden he was being confronted with something he couldn’t run from, something he couldn’t even rationalize his way out of. He had no clue what Cat was going to say, what she was going to do, and that scared him to death.

He was broken out of his spiraling thoughts by the sound of Cat’s key rattling in the door. “Okay, I brought back Chinese, hope that sounds good,” she called through the half-open door. She kicked it closed with the side of her foot before lifting her head, her eyes meeting Matthew’s from across the room. Her expression changed instantly when she saw his face. “Matty, what happened? Is everyone okay?” She dropped the bag of food on the floor with an unceremonious thump, not paying any attention to the crunch of fortune cookies as they hit the hardwood.

“I, uh, I got traded,” Matthew said, fiddling with his phone. “They’re sending me to Florida for Huberdeau and some other guys, I think, I kinda tuned out as soon as Brad said they were moving me.”

Catriona felt like the breath had been stolen from right out of her lungs. “Oh my God. Wow.” She sat down next to him, squeezing herself into the spare space on the loveseat. “How are you feeling about it?” Catriona knew that Matthew loved his team, that he loved playing in the Saddledome. But for how well she knew him, she had no clue what was going through his head. Matthew had told her before the trade deadline that he had heard some rumors flying around about him getting moved, and for any hockey player without an NTC a trade was always a possibility, but she never thought she had to take the gossip seriously.

Matthew’s hand wandered over to hers, where he gripped it like a lifeline. “I don’t know,” he said honestly. “I’m not sure if I ever saw myself playing here for my whole career, but I think part of that was just because that happens for so few players, and I didn’t really have a reason to think that I’d be the exception to the rule. But I had a great season, I was starting to step into a bigger role in the locker room – I didn’t expect to be given the C next year, but I think we both thought it might happen,” Cat nodded, “so getting traded really wasn’t something that was at the forefront of my mind.” A solid minute passed between them in silence until Matthew spoke again, sounding much more apprehensive than before. “And I’m worried about what this means for us.”

Cat furrowed her brow. “What do you mean?”

“You have a job you love, your family’s here, your whole life is in Calgary.” She was starting to look concerned, so Matthew hastily continued. “I want you with me. Obviously, I want you with me. I want to be wherever you are. But it just seems so selfish of me to ask you to leave your home to come with me while I chase my dream, when who knows if we’d have to pack up and move states after a year or two?

“Matthew,” she said softly, “you are my home. This life, with you, this is my dream. Calgary is where I live, and of course there’s so many things I love about it here, but there’s nothing I can’t live without. We can fly back and visit people, I can FaceTime my parents. I can make new friends in Florida. Matty, I think you’re being too hard on yourself,” she added after a moment. “You’re pretending like you’re not losing anything or giving up anything either. You’re leaving guys who have become your brothers, a team and a city who’ve loved you since you were drafted. And don’t deny that Alberta winters have grown on you.”

Matthew gave a watery smile. “Negative ten degrees walking across the street to get coffee in March? I think Miami might have Calgary beat in the weather department.”

Cat laughed. “We’ll agree to disagree on that one. But see, Matthew, everything’s going to be okay. We’re going to be okay. Matthew, wherever you are, I’ll be there right beside you. We’re a team. I know you might think that this is unfair to me, but I promise I knew what I was signing up for when you asked me to be your girlfriend. I knew it wouldn’t all be playoff jackets and parties and getting to put on Santa hats and deliver Christmas presents to children’s hospitals. And when we moved in together, made that kind of decision, I knew how serious of a commitment we were making. I love you, Matthew. I want to be with you. Whether that takes us to Miami, or Boston, or if you find your true passion playing second-tier hockey in Slovakia, I’ll be right there by your side. Because that’s what you do for people you love.”

“How do you always know what to say?” Matthew asked, letting out a shaky breath.

“It’s a gift,” Catriona said softly, pressing a kiss to his temple before standing up. “Let me go plate up the food, I’ll be back in a minute.”

He squeezed her hand before she left. Suddenly, every apprehension he had had, every but what if vanished as the realization of what he had to do physically took his breath away. But this time, he wasn’t scared. He picked up his phone from the side table, went to Google, and typed in two words. Ones that if he was being honest with himself, he was ready for months ago, but hadn’t realized until now. Engagement rings.

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Summer Fic Exchange 2k22 Masterlist

Buffalo Sabres

Jeff Skinner

- Skate To Your Heart by @hockeylvr59 for @ callsign-denmark

Carolina Hurricanes

Andrei Svechnikov

- Playing Pretend by @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 for @ antoineroussel

Brady Skjei

- Nonsense by @jxmieoleksiaks for @ xsyntheticsensation

Sebastian Aho

- broken hearts and dirty windows make life difficult to see by @ryngrvs for @ sebbyaho

Colorado Avalanche

Cale Makar

- I Know Something Now That I Didn't Before by @fallinallincurls for @ hockeylvr59

JT Compher

- breathe me in, breathe me out by @laurenairay for @ fallinallincurls

- our love was made for the movies by @jostystyles for @ apoormansyou

Nathan Mackinnon

- it's the little things by @dazeddobson for @ puckngrind

- Vera: Summer Exchange by @puckngrind for @ crosbyscurls

Dallas Stars

Jake Oettinger

- and it's coming through like static on the phone by @one-night-story for @ jxmieolekiaks

Miro Heiskanen

- Star Crossed by @starshine-hockey-girl for @ selfindulgentpoorlywritten

Tyler Seguin

- Careless by @luvsherleafs for @ starshine-hockey-girl

Florida Panthers

Matthew Tkachuk

- Mine, Yours by @nylwnder for @ idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

- One in a Million by @bqstqnbruin for @ luvsherleafs

- say my name by @slapshot-to-the-heart for @ ahockeywrites

Montreal Canadiens

Joshua Anderson

- The Movie of Us by @senditcolton for @ matthewtkachuk

Minnesota Wild

Tyson Jost

- A New Us by @luvsherleafs for @ slapshot-to-the-heart

- complicated by @torontoflames for @ kailyn-writes

- Impulse by @selfindulgentpoorlywritten for @ senditcolton

- sunshine by @gravestrain for @ ilyasorokinn

- Third Time’s the Charm by @xsyntheticsensation for @ jostystyles

- Us by @kailyn-writes for @ one-night-story

- What Would This World Do? by @typical-simplelove for @ bqstqnbruin

New Jersey Devils

Dougie Hamilton

- Sometimes Early, Sometimes On Time, and Sometimes Late by @apoormansyou for @ laurenairay

Ryan Graves

- to hold your hand would be the bravest thing by @antoineroussel for @ ryngrvs

- you can hear it in the silence by @matthewtkachuk for @ gravestrain

New York Islanders

Anthony Beauvillier

- The Deal by @ilyasorokinn for @ sorryjustafangirl

Noah Dobson

- Memories by @blanksbae for @ 2manytabsopen

San Jose Sharks

Thomas Bordeleau

- The three times he tried to say it and the one time he did. by @jellyfishbeansontoast for @ blanksbae

Toronto Maple Leafs

Morgan Rielly

- Someday's Today by @callsign-denmark for @ nylwnder

Vancouver Canucks

Brock Boeser

- You Got What I Need by @xsyntheticsensation for @ dazeddobson

Elias Pettersson

- beginning middle end by @sorryjustafangirl for @ typical-simplelove

Quinn Hughes

- Better in Hoboken by @ahockeywrites for @ torontoflames

- The 3 Times You Acted Like a Couple and the 1 Time You Became One by @2manytabsopen for @ jellyfishbeansontoast

An extra special thank you to @xsyntheticsensation and @luvsherleafs for also writing pinch hitter fics!

If a fic has been written for you and you haven't yet read it, reblogged it and left a thank you & compliment--now is the time! I will be checking, and a requirement of any future exchanges will be that you at the bare minimum acknowledged that something had been written for you in the exchange before.

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typical-simplelove · 2 years

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22 from the prompt list with Josty? - @ahockeywrites 🥰

22. "Give me a brush. I'll fix your hair for you" with Tyson Jost Claudia's Debut Season of Heartfirst Writing

You hadn't meant to fall asleep.

After you came home from the hair salon, with your hair freshly straightened, you sat on the couch and immediately began to flip through Netflix to find something to watch There were still a few hours before you needed to get changed for the photo shoot, so you figured that taking a couple hours to start a new show would be okay.

But then you fell asleep.

You were woken by Tyson who was gently stroking and prodding your arm. "Hey, beautiful, you have to wake up."

Suddenly, you shot up, confused. Tyson couldn't help but burst out into laughter.

"You have to get changed so we can leave for our engagement photos," he tells you, taking you out of your confusion.

Still trying to wake up, you stand and walk towards your bedroom. After changing, you head to the bathroom to brush your teeth and do your makeup. When you see your hair and what taking a nap made it look like, you scream. Instantly, Tyson rushes into the bathroom.

"What's wrong? If it's a spider, then we need to have another discussion about whether it's appropriate to scream like that."

"My hair," you say, your voice wobbly. Sure, it wasn't that big of a deal considering you could spray some detangler and brush it, but you were a tad bit cranky and not quite fully awake. As of right now, this was the biggest issue, and it felt like the catalyst to you and Tyson's upcoming nuptials failing. "It's ruined."

Tyson wants to tease you, but when he sees the expression on your face, he refrains. "Hey, let me help you."

"No, Tys, I can't take our engagement photos looking like this."

"Yes, sweetheart, you can," he says, sweetly. "Give me a brush. I'll fix your hair for you."

Slowly, you grab the brush and detangler and push them towards Tyson. He sprays a few sprits in your hair before gently combing and brushing out the knots. Slowly, your hair starts to look like it did when you came home from the hair salon.

Releasing a deep breath, you say, "thanks, Tys. I don't know what would have happened without you here."

"Overreacted and not realize that this was an easily fixable situation?" he teases, amusement on his face.

You glare at him which only makes Tyson laugh. "It's not funny."

"You're right; it's not," Tyson mockingly agrees, trying to suppress his laughter.

"Tyson!"

"I'm sorry! You screamed like a mad person because your hair was messy. It's funny!"

All you do is roll your eyes. "I'm using this as ammunition one day."

"No, you won't. I will. My spouse scared the living shit out of me because their hair was messy."

"Tyson!"

"I'm sorry; I'm sorry. I won't bring it up ever again."

"Good," you proclaim, starting your makeup.

And he didn't. He never brought it up again.

Claudia's Debut Season of Heartfirst Writing (requests close June 24th!)

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sc0tters · 2 months

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thank you for reblogging my fic and glad you enjoyed it! you’re always welcome in my asks if you want anything written :) - @ahockeywrites

I was in love with that fic! Keep up the good work love 💗

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hederasgarden · 2 years

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Writing, fresh flowers, sunshine, donuts and friends. Thanks for sending this in @ahockeywrites 💙.

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ahockeywrites · 1 day

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Prompt 44 w/ nh13 👀

I’m mildly obsessed with that man

⁴⁴⁾ “i like you so much better with my hand around your throat.” from this list

warnings: smut!, explicit fem!reader, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it!), spitting in mouth, spanking, choking, oral!fem receiving, oral!m receiving, sucking on fingers, degradation (use of the word slut once)

authors note: can be seen as a second part to through the fog, i see you

to say that you didn’t like Nico was an understatement. you loathed him. yes, you had slept with him once in a dirty club bathroom, but that’s all it was. a one time thing where he did the one thing no man before or after him could do. he got you off. and he enjoyed it.

the fact that two weeks later, after their east coast road trip, you found yourself under him for the first time. in his apartment. in his bed. as his dark hair fell into his face, he didn’t bother to push it out the way as it would only deter his actions, namely using all his energy to thrust himself into you with as much force as possible, trying to knock out as much air from your lungs as possible.

sweat beaded on his brow and the odd drop made its way down to his chin and fell onto you. it was hot in the dirtiest way possible. he had already spat in your mouth, after spending what felt like hours between your legs and made you swallow it before calling you a good girl as his large fingers slipped inside.

you’d sucked on his thumb, pretending it was his cock, before he’d let you anywhere near his member. to make sure that you were ready for it hitting the back of your throat. he’d held your head still, by your hair, as he thrusted in and out of your mouth before coming all over your face. then he collected some on his finger and made you lick it off. he had spanked you as you rode him when you stopped looking him directly in the eyes.

nico was easily the sexiest hookup you’d ever had.

he pulled out of you quickly but grabbed your legs and yanked you down the length of the bed so your legs dangled off the end. his strong body squatted down to be between your legs, but instead of putting his tongue or fingers to use, he put your ankles on his shoulders. he rose and pushed the tip of his cock into you.

“you like that baby,” he whispered as he bent over to cage your body in. you were almost folded in half and it was delightfully painful. as he bent over his cock filled you once more and your eyes rolled in the back of your head. “yeah she does, she fucking loves this, doesn’t she. my fucking little slut.”

your eyes were open wide and all you could do was nod at speed. you did love it and there was nothing you could do to lie to nico. you may have hated him when he wasn’t fucking you, but god damn you loved him when he fucked you.

his hands rested on your tits, kneading the muscle and increasing the pleasure you were feeling. his right hand twitched and you knew he wanted to move it.

“choke me, nico, please,” tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as you requested something that no other lover would oblige to.

“fuck me baby,” his thrusts slowed down and he leant back. his abs rippled as the thought went through his mind. “hit the mattress three times if it’s too much baby.”

you nodded once more and his hand wrapped itself around your neck. he started thrusting again and the slight restriction of air heightened the feeling of nico’s cock hitting you everywhere it needed to, the way his public bone rubbed against your clit and the callouses on his fingers from his training.

it took him a few minutes to get back up to full speed but when he was there, neither of you could stop. moans left both of your mouths and you didn’t know how someone could make you feel as amazing as he did.

“come for me,” nico instructed and you followed. your eyes rolled back in your head as he caused you to see stars and smell colours. his grip on your neck loosened as you felt him twitch inside you before he leant over you and pressed his lips to yours. his hips thrusted for a final time before you felt him coat your walls with warm liquid.

“i like you so much better with my hand around your throat,” nico whispered in your ear. “significantly less shit is being spouted.”

“if you like it so much,” you replied, trying to keep as much sass in your voice as you could. it wasn’t much because nico pulled himself out of you and settled between your legs again. “why don’t you do it again?”

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princessphilly · 2 years

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Title: Good Girls Do

CW: smut smut smut! Dom!Bob, thigh riding, biting, spanking, choking, cum play. Typed on phone, I apologize for all errors

Tagging: @newlibrary @grey--scale--girl @i-am-a-lost-girl16 @ahockeywrites @lorecraft @writercole @mayhem24-7forever

“Are you going to be my good girl?”

You tried to nod with Bob’s hand on your throat. You just had your sports bra on, the rest of your workout clothes somewhere around the floor. Gliding on Bob’s thigh, you managed to say, “Yes.”

It was a quick smile, a very pleased look on Bob’s face before he slid his thumb into your mouth. You sucked it, eyes drifting closed.

“Thanks for taking one for the team.”

You simply nodded. Your friends were talking about their experiences with the rest of the guys while you had hooked up with Bob. Everyone had a great time but they assumed that your night had sucked.

Well, it had kind of sucked, especially when you sucked Bob’s cock and he came on your face. Then he fed his cum to you with his fingers, taking it off your face and placing it in your mouth.

And you swallowed every bit like a bitch in heat.

The conversation turned to other things but your phone started to vibrate. It was a message from Bob, just a picture of a pair of nipple clamps. You felt your pussy get wet as you sent him back a yes, a smiley face, and a devil face.

Your movements were now desperate, as you needed to cum. Bob’s thighs were muscular and hard and he was juggling his thigh under your cunt, helping you get closer to your high.

“I love how you look, baby girl, the way you bite you lip. Are you going to cum for me?”

Bob’s eyes were expectant but when you didn’t answer fast enough, he spanked your thighs. You yelled, the pain making the pleasure even greater. “I’m close,” you whispered. You weren’t a screamer when you came but you were a gusher.

Bob stopped, holding you still. Your eyes flew open as you looked at him questioningly. Your Bob tsked, “You didn’t ask for permission, baby girl.”

“Please, may I cum,” you begged as you slowly began to grind on Bob’s thigh again. You weren’t as close as before but you could get there quickly.

There was a kiss up your neck, by your ear. Then a whispered, “You can,” before a bite on your shoulder. And you came apart, your slick covering Bob’s thigh, his teeth marking you as his own.

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raysofcrosby · 3 years

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I’m literally refreshing your page waiting for the new chapter - ahockeywrites

ajsghfjksd as @isletakebarzal kindly reminded me– it'll be posted when the islanders + lightning games starts

hehe sorry 🤪

#ahockeywrites #answered

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happilysmythe · 1 day

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hello again. I have returned once more to request more things. Soft Freddy just before he’s about to propose ☺️☺️ - @ahockeywrites

hi queen!

i finally finished the blurb! for those interested, you can read it here.

happy reading!

#boston bruins #trent frederic #hockey #trent frederic fic #hockey fic #trent frederic imagine #boston bruins imagine #i love trent frederic #please he's so cute #i'm literally going insane

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writercole · 2 years

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Mercy

Summary: A bet puts Jake at his girlfriend’s mercy. Until he can’t take anymore.

Pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x unnamed fem Words: 1687 Credits: @deangirl93 who allowed me to absolutely slay her while she looked over this for me. Warnings: 18+. Smut. Sub!Jake, bratty!Jake, restraints, teasing, f masturbation, thigh riding, unprotected sex, ice play, Jake’s dog tags, finger sucking, mentions of cheating at trivia, mentions of a bet/losing a bet A/N: This all came about because of a little ‘conversation’ that I had with @ahockeywrites and @princessphilly about Jake going sub and that it would ONLY happen because of a bet. Well, we have that bet.

He wasn’t supposed to lose. He was Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, the best pilot in the squadron. He came out on top of everything he did. Everything. Somehow, though, he lost the bet against his girlfriend. And now he was at her mercy.

“Eyes open, Jakey,” she cooed breathlessly.

Jake did as she instructed, opening his eyes and drinking her in as she strode across the room, her heels clicking across the tile floor as she approached. Her black lingerie drove him crazy, what little there was of it. The lace shifted with every step, making his cock harden against the confines of his jeans.

“Now, as per the bet rules, I get to do whatever I want to you,” she said sweetly as she dragged her finger across his chest. “So strip and get on your knees.”

He raised an eyebrow at her, not moving while he tried to figure out her intentions. She stood her ground, her face set with a mischievous smile and twinkling eyes. She wasn’t giving anything away but he wasn’t relenting that easily either.

“What if I don’t want to?” he challenged with a smirk.

“You know the rules,” she replied, batting her eyelashes up at him, “you do what I say or you sing ‘WAP’ in just a tutu at The Hard Deck next week.”

She paused for a beat, waiting to see his choice. He sighed and hung his head before moving to unbutton his shirt.

“Good boy,” she purred quietly as she turned back to the kitchen, pouring a drink while Jake undressed.

She turned around to find him still standing in the same spot, naked aside from the dog tags hanging in the middle of his chest. Her face became hard as she stalked forward, glaring up at him with her drink in her hand. “I said kneel,” she growled.

He fell to his knees in front of her before he fully processed her words. Her tone was leaving no room for argument.

“Mmm, you look so pretty down here,” she told him as she carded her fingers through his hair. She tugged his head back to look him in the eyes, her own just as lust-blown as his. “Wish I could keep you here.”

His hand reached out and caressed her thigh, prompting her to step back. His hand fell away and he looked up at her with pleading eyes.

“No touching, Jakey,” she said firmly.

“Are you kidding me?” he exclaimed incredulously, his brow creasing in disbelief.

“Strike two, Jake.”

He clenched his jaw shut and took a deep breath before feeling her hand trace his jaw line. He suppressed a shudder and maintained eye contact, watching her eyes flitter over his face. She took a sip of her drink and a drop escaped her lips, dripping off her chin to her chest.

Jake followed the drop with his eyes, missing her hand dipping into the glass for an ice cube. He gasped when it touched his skin, the cold sending a shiver down his spine followed by a hum of contentment as she continued tracing down his collarbone and the hard lines of his chest.

“Stand up for me, baby,” she commanded, taking a step back and popping the ice cube into her mouth.

He did as he was told and jumped to his feet, looking down at her with hooded eyes as she stepped back into his space. She held the ice between her teeth as she dragged it down his abs, dropping slowly to her knees while her nails raked down his thighs.

His cock throbbed, hard and leaking while she teased him with icy touches and warm breaths. When the ice melted and she stood again, she made sure to brush her chest up his body, her tongue tracing up the deep lines around his hips.

Jake’s hands gripped her waist tightly, attempting to pull her closer to himself, to relieve some of the desire that was burning him from the inside out. She gripped his wrists and yanked them off of her, stepping away from him once again.

“Jake, what did I tell you?”

“But, please, I just need -”

“What you need to do is listen when I give you instructions,” she countered. “Since you don’t seem to want to cooperate, I’ll have to do things the harder way. Hands behind your back.”

Jake crossed his wrists behind his back and pouted. He heard clothing rustling behind him but didn’t dare turn to see what it was. His eyes went wide when he felt his leather belt wrap around his arms.

She crossed around in front of him and trailed her fingertips down his stomach, brushing lightly along the top of his shaft. She watched his eyes flutter at her touch and she smirked.

“Here’s the thing, Jakey,” she sighed, “I’m going to enjoy myself one way or another. It’ll be up to you if you let me have my fun with you…or without you.”

He whimpered when she removed her hand, his breathing already becoming labored and sweat beading on his forehead.

“Okay, okay,” he panted, “whatever you want.”

“There we go,” she smiled, kissing him softly. “Back on your knees.”

As he knelt, she settled in front of him on a chair and let her heels drop off of her feet. She spread her legs wide open, shifting her panties to the side and exposing her already dripping core to him. He groaned when she dipped two fingers into her channel. His name fell from her lips like a prayer as she brought herself to a climax.

Jake watched as her walls fluttered around her fingers, slick dripping from her knuckles while she continued to fuck herself with her fingers. His cock ached and his hair was drenched from the strain of the restraint he was showing.

She pulled her fingers away from herself and sat forward, bringing them to Jake’s lips. He looked her in the eyes as he sucked them clean, intent on cooperating until he couldn’t take anymore.

“Stand up, baby,” she told him as she rose to her feet herself, slipping the lingerie off as he watched.

“Please, I want to touch you so bad,” he whined. His hands struggled behind his back and she gave him a stern look, making him stop.

“Soon.”

She planted her hands on his chest and pushed him backwards slowly until his knees hit the edge of the sofa. A gentle shove on his chest and he was falling backwards onto the cushions. She straddled his thigh and ground down, moaning at the sensation.

“Oh, Jakey,” she gasped as she continued to roll her hips along his leg, feeling a second release building. Her head tipped back in ecstasy and her eyes squeezed shut as she tipped over the edge.

She didn’t notice Jake’s arms shifting behind him as she rode out her high. And she didn’t feel his weight shifting until he had his arms around her waist and was lifting her up.

“I know you were having fun but this has been torture,” he told her as carried her to the bedroom.

He dropped her on the bed and roughly climbed on top of her, nipping at her skin as he kissed a path from her hips to her neck that had her squirming beneath him. He smirked down at her as he lined himself up with her entrance, pushing in slowly, watching her face as she stretched around him.

He set a rough, fast pace, one that had the headboard knocking hard against the wall and had her shouting with every thrust. His hand snaked between their bodies and he applied gentle pressure to her clit, rubbing small circles when he felt her walls start contracting around him.

“You gonna come for me, baby?” he taunted as he nipped her bottom lip.

“JAKE!” she screamed as her body went rigid, her walls pulsing around his length as he helped her ride out her high.

He slid his hand down her outer thigh and lifted her leg around him, allowing him deeper and affording him a better angle. He felt her tensing around him again and he picked up his pace, allowing himself to chase his own high.

She came with a wordless scream, her mouth open wide and her back arching. Jake finished with her name on his lips, spilling deep inside of her.

He rested his forehead against hers as they both calmed, their breathing and heartbeats slowing back to normal. He pulled out of her with a groan, slipping away and coming back with a washcloth to clean her up before tucking her under his arm.

Her fingers drifted across the planes of his chest, toying with his dog tags while his danced up and down her arm as they laid in quiet bliss.

“Maybe you should lose bets to me more often,” she teased him.

He chuckled and held her closer, pressing a kiss to her crown. Realization dawned on him afterwards, and he cocked his head to the side, looking down at her.

“How did you win, anyway?” he asked. “I didn’t think you knew that much about 70s and 80s music.”

She giggled and hid her face before looking up with an apologetic expression. “Phoenix may have been feeding me the answers.”

“What?! You totally cheated!” he exclaimed, rolling her to her back and tickling her mercilessly.

Their laughs echoed around the room before he collapsed next to her, pulling her back to his chest.

“Are you mad at me?” she whispered.

“Are you kidding?” he replied. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done. Phoenix can feed you the answers on trivia night all the time.”

“Good. Because I have plans for next week, too,” she mumbled.

Her fingers stopped moving and her breathing evened out, soft snores confirming that she’d fallen asleep. Jake watched her sleep until his eyes fell closed, his thoughts and dreams reminding him of how lucky he’d gotten when he found her.

She has him at her mercy and he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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