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dear-bunnyboo · 1 year

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hey!! I absolutely love your fics 💕 can I please request for you to write a crossover fic. Like, it begins with y/n and her relationship with either Trevor or Jack and he cheats with y/n and their breakup is very public cause y/n is famous and then it skips months later and she is spotted joe burrow and rumors go around that they are dating!!! I would love for this idea to turn into a one shot or better yet a SERIES!!

been loving the requests i am getting lately and this might top everything… love a good crossover between two worlds!!!

important note: my face claim will be madison beer but you can imagine whoever you desire. also the songs mentioned are not all technically all madison’s i will be incorporating other songs from other artists.

all the pictures seen below are not mine, however they were edited by yours truly. credits to the owners.

short fic! this will be a prologue before everything starts and no Joe in this one— not yet anyway. i want to build the story first before they finally meet ;)

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 || 𝐉𝐎𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Joe Burrow x Singer!Reader / Brief Ex!Jack Hughes x Singer!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: A three year long relationship between your long term boyfriend, hockey star Jack Hughes meets its very public end.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: angst, cursing, cheating, emotional breakdown, cheater!Jack Hughes, media, paparazzi, haters, gossip, rumors

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐍𝐇𝐋 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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Numb

You felt numb.

Yet why do you feel— Pain?

then— Sadness,

Betrayal,

and, Anger.

Heartbreak was strange.

A strange feeling that makes you feel so much.

Your heart was shattered to pieces, with no idea on how to piece it back together— it was broken.

Yet, you felt every single thing.

Every emotion. Every frustration. Every regret.

You sat on your kitchen floor with your phone clutched in your hands. Your tears slowly yet surely dropped on the lit screen as you remain motionless.

Today was an extremely busy day for you.

You spent almost the entire day in the studio preparing for your upcoming album.

You loved your job.

You loved it so much, you wouldn’t let anything distract you when you are in the middle of either recording, producing or writing lyrics— which is why you had your phone off.

Your phone remained off till you gotten home and opening it back up was the worst thing you could have ever done.

The first thing you noticed was the flood of notifications you have received— social media notifications from Twitter to Instagram. Then there was the messages from your friends, family, and your team— missed calls left and right.

Before you could even try and process what was going on, your manager sent you the same link everyone has been sending you for God knows how long.

Your fingers acted on their own accord and before you knew it, the video played.

It was Jack. Jack Hughes was your boyfriend of three years— you met Jack at one of his hockey games where he managed to ask for your number right after.

The rest was history.

And it seems like it would remain a history.

Your couldn’t pry your eyes off your phone screen. The video showed Jack with a blonde woman— this would normally not bother you. You trusted Jack.

You really shouldn’t have.

Before you could blink the pair were making out.

Your heartbeat was beating just as fast as your fingers were— moving to click another link.

It was another video where the woman was seen climbing onto his car covering her face because of the paparazzi that was surrounding them.

You were so focused on your phone that you didn’t even realize that you have slid down the kitchen wall landing yourself in the ground.

Articles after articles are being sent to you.

‘Y/N Y/L/N and Jack Hughes in Splitsville’

‘Was Y/N Y/L/N cheated on by beau Jack Hughes?’

‘Is it the end for Jack Hughes and Y/N Y/L/N after three years?’

He cheated.

Paparazzi saw him cheating.

He was kissing another woman.

You didn’t know what to do.

So you did the only thing you knew was right to do.

Opening your phone back up, you sent every video link and article link to Jack and after making sure he has seen it you blocked and deleted his number.

He cheated on you.

Yet it hurt to even delete his number.

He cheated on you.

Yet looking at the messages of his brothers and close friends to you pained you.

“Y/N, i have no idea why Jack would do that. Are you ok? Text me back please.” From Quinn.

“Y/N? I’m so sorry. Idk what has gotten into him. Please reply.” From Luke.

“I’ll fucking kill him. Y/N? Please answer my calls!” From Trevor.

You looked at the messages, numb— numb yet in pain.

You weren’t only mourning your three year relationship that Jack just ruined but you also grieved the friendships you knew would never be the same again.

Quinn and Luke were Jack’s brothers first and foremost. They might’ve not known or not agree and side with him but they’ll be forever be associated with him— Trevor was his best friend, almost his brother.

It would never be the same again.

And you hate Jack for that.

You hate that you love him enough to hate him.

You hate that he made you feel so much in so little time— so much that you felt your heart explode into pieces, it couldn’t take it.

You hate that you know it will take you years to recover from this.

You hate that he had to embarrass you in front of the whole world.

You hate him cause he’s making you doubt your self worth.

You hate him for being selfish.

He is selfish.

Selfish.

You hate him for being reckless with your heart that you willingly entrusted to him.

He is reckless.

Reckless.

Wiping your tears of your face you silently walked to your room— grabbing your pen and notebook.

Selfishly Reckless

Too Damn Selfish

Reckless with my Heart

Selfish.

Reckless.

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drewsbuzzcut · 4 months

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Champion In The Bed

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses fic

warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT (very little spanking, teasing, and slightly edited) let me know if I missed anything

takes place February 2024

You follow Mat’s gaze as you’re sitting, straddling his lap and leaning back on your hands. He ogles your jersey and backwards cap clad form, and it’s not just any jersey, it’s his all star skills jersey. The material hangs off your body as it’s too big for you, but it does a nice job at hiding your black lingerie. His eyes pick up on the way you come off shy, but your fingers fiddling with his happy trail tells him otherwise. His hands rub your thighs and he subtly goes higher until they’re hidden under the jersey. Your body breaks out in chills just from his touch alone.

Everything feels like it’s in slow motion. It’s obvious that it’s Mat’s goal to tease you until you’re at your wits end. You attempt remaining stoic so he doesn’t know just how bad you want him, but each time he licks his lips or lets his eyes dip down to your covered up cunt, you feel your resolve start to disappear. It doesn’t help that he’s completely naked underneath you. His length stands at attention, waiting to be touched by you.

“Maty,” you whisper and softly adjust yourself so you’re leaning in closer to him.

“What, pretty girl?” He tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear after pulling his cap off your head, and you so badly want to suck his fingers into your mouth.

“I’m so proud of you. My hotshot, hockey boyfriend who is an all star. Fuck the skills comp, at least you can get me to cum. Plus, you looked so sexy in your jersey,” you whisper the praise in his ear, nipping at the lobe to get a small moan out of him.

“Not as sexy as you look in it,” he compliments as the tip of his nose trails along a vein in your neck. Your smooth, sweet perfume consumes him.

“Let me show you how proud I am. Let me ride you,” you plead, letting your lips on his jaw persuade him. You slip his cap back onto his head, backwards of course. He’s the hottest person you’ve ever seen, and it makes you insanely wet, you can feel it pooling in your underwear.

Your hips start to move on top of him, but his hands quickly land on your hips to halt your movements. You let out a disappointed huff that makes him chuckle.

“I thought this was about me?” He tuts and you nod your head in agreement.

“Then you’re going to be my good girl and wait until I’m ready for you to show me just how proud you are,” he chastises with a spank delivered to your ass. You let out a faint moan and throw your head back in frustration. He’s touching you but not enough and not where you need him most.

He lifts the jersey halfway up your torso, fingertips gliding over your soft skin. He unveils your see through, lacy panties. You notice the way his jaw clenched and the way his hands gripped the jersey tighter. He is having a tough time, too.

“As much as I love you wearing my jersey, I prefer you naked,” he grabs your chin, lips encompassing yours.

Your hands press into his chest. The feeling of his strong muscles drives you crazy. He slowly pulls the jersey off of you, watching the way you shiver and the way your nipples grow hard.

“Fuck. Look at you. My girl is so sexy.”

He presses a kiss to your neck and softly sucks on your skin until his mark is left behind. His lips move down to the tops of your breasts while he thumbs at your nipples over your lacy bra. You subconsciously arch into his touch, getting him to unclasp your bra expertly with one hand. He sends you a cocky smirk and a wink, and if you weren’t already soaked, that’d probably do the trick.

His thumbs tuck into the thin straps of your thong before sliding back out. He drags a finger from your bellybutton down to the top of your underwear. Before you can even figure out what he’s doing, Mat rips your thong in half.

“That was brand new,” you gasp.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll buy you a lot more when we get home,” he shushes you.

He fiddles with your “13” pendant on the chain around your neck before he pushes you to lean back like you originally were.

“Baby, please. Let me fuck you, please,” you beg as he starts to fist his cock.

He bites on his lip -something he does when he’s being a tease- and nudges your clit with his angry and leaking tip. You let out the sweetest moan and try to move your hips for some kind of friction. Sadly, he stills your movements and shoots you a warning glare. He suddenly lifts you up, pulling you closer and slipping his length in between your folds.

“C’mon, pretty girl. Make a mess,” he instructs you, guiding your hips back and forth until you start to move on your own.

Your hips start slow, trying to get used to the pleasure of this type of teasing. The more wet you become, the easier it is to grind against his length. Your hands rest on his broad shoulders for support and you let your arousal coat your boyfriend.

Your cunt practically jerks him off without him actually being inside of you, and you make sure to rub your clit against the veins of his shaft. Your pleasure drags out along his girth, moans spilling from the seam of your lips. His eyes are glued to the way you work yourself on him, feeling himself start to pulse. Your sticky slickness is a good look on him.

The look of lust that washes over your features turns him on even more, because he’s the one who’s making you feel this way.

“I think I’m going to cum,” you whisper. The pressure on your clit and the fact that Mat’s letting you make a mess on him drives you fast to an orgasm.

“Not yet,” he says, lifting your body off his lap and placing you on his thigh.

Your body is already thrumming, and your orgasm is lingering in your stomach ready to burst at Mat’s signal. You grind against his thick thigh, the hard muscle stroking your clit just right. He flexes the muscles in his thigh and then relaxes them. The action sends a vibration through you and that electricity drives you to the edge. You're barely holding onto your release, but the sensation is quickly making you crumble. You buck your hips faster and you hear the blood rushing to your ears as you continue to throb on top of him. Your wet cunt contracts around nothing and you so badly want his dick inside of you.

“Please, Maty. I need you. I want you inside of me,” you plead and he quickly hauls you off his thigh and pushes into your pussy in a quick stroke.

Your arms lock around his neck as you bounce on his cock, body on fire with how deep he hits inside of you. Your breasts sway in front of him and he shoves his face between the supple flesh. His mouth ravages your skin until you’re left a whimpering mess.

You rut up against him, screams clawing up your throat each time his tip massages your sweet spot. Your hands grab onto the bill of his cap, pulling it back to make tufts of hair stick out and stick to his forehead.

“Yes! Yes! Oh my god. Right there, baby. Fuck yes,” you let the scream rip through your entire body as heat and tingles start to spread beyond your stomach. You bounce down harder as your pussy continues to take him deeper. His hands grip your ass to try to slow you down, but the way your arousal drips down his shaft makes him lose his sanity.

“You better not cum. I can feel your little pussy squeezing down on me,” he grips your throat and speaks into your mouth as you slant your lips over his.

“I’m gonna cum,” you cry, mouth opening in a loud moan during your wet kiss.

Mat abruptly pulls out of you, ignoring your whimpers as he rises to his knees. He loops his arms under your knees, picking you up so your body is completely under his control. He thrusts back into you, using his grip on your hips to slam you down on him.

“Harder,” you whine, throwing your head back. Your chest heaves and you try to match his thrusts but his grip is too tight. You’ll have delicious fingerprints on the dips of your hips later. You feel your body start to shake, your orgasm looming over you. The way Mat bulges in your stomach drags him to the brink of his orgasm.

“You’re so sexy, baby. My needy girl, you like the way my cock feels deep inside of you?” He questions cockily. He knows you're enjoying it by the way your eyes keep rolling to the back of your head and the way you quiver in his grip.

“Yes, Barzy, yes!” You shout, looking dazedly at your man. His cap sits prettily on his head, his chain bounces with his movements, and the way he glows in sweat makes you dizzy. A new flurry of fire rushes to the tips of your fingers and toes. Your pussy clenches in desire.

“I’m gonna cum,” you cry.

“Cum for me, pretty girl,” he grants your wish, pounding into your boneless body.

Moans spill from his mouth as your warm, slick walls flutter around his cock and your orgasm surges through your body. Your all star looks deep into your eyes as he continues to drill into you until your nonsensical mewls become mixed with his grunts.

“Cum for me, baby,” you rasp.

He pulls out, laying you back on the bed and strokes his cock. His fist moves fast. A red flush blooming on his neck and chest as he feels his balls tighten.

“Yeah, baby. Just like that. My hot ass, all star boyfriend. Just like that, baby. Cum for me,” you spur him on, circling your clit for extra motivation.

“Fuck,” he whimpers as ropes of cum squirt onto your stomach.

You scoop some of his expense with your finger and pop it into your mouth.

“I love you,” he says as you obscenely moan around your digit.

Mat pulls your finger out of your mouth and replaces it with his tongue, making you even more breathless.

“I love you, baby. I’m so proud of you,” you press a chaste kiss to his lips and chest. One hand rests on his back while your other rests on the back of his neck, fiddling with the hair hidden underneath his hat. Your legs tighten around his hips to keep him close.

“Never leave my side,” he requests, tracing the pendant of your necklace.

“Never,” you assure him, combing your fingers through his hair as he cuddles into you, head resting on your chest and a hand placed on your stomach.

There’s nothing that can be compared to this feeling.

a/n: This was written fairly quickly so sorry if it’s all over the place. Enjoy!!

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kaliforniahigh · 2 months

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"Just know you're not alone. 'Cause I'm gonna make this place your home"

word count: 1.150

pairing: jack hughes x fem!reader

warnings: some angst, fluff and a sweet ending.

Sadly inspired by the loss to the Pens tonight. This is also my first piece of writing. Please leave feedback if you want 🥰

Your dad always worried he would have kids who didn't like hockey. Well, he didn't have to worry. Not with you. You fell in love with the game since the first time you watched it, sitting on the couch, blabbering at the TV because you couldn't quite speak, or understand what was going on. You just knew you enjoyed it.

So, as a born and raised Jersey girl, as soon as he could, your dad started taking you to watch Devils's games with him. On the rare occasions your mom tagged along (she would much prefer to go out with her friends than to go to the game. But she thought the effort was worth it from time to time), she would nearly have a heart attack every time you banged on the glass to stir on a potential fight. Or yell curses at the ref. Or worse, yell curses at the opposing players.

But that was the way you enjoyed the game. Even now, as an adult, as you watched a lot of games on your couch rather than at the arena due to your job taking up a lot of your time and energy, the excitement and love for your team was the same.

Lately, the victim of your antics was your boyfriend, Jack. He met you through mutual friends, and soon, the both of you were bonding over your passion for hockey.

He felt every little bit of strange at the beginning. He didn't have to ask you to go to games, or give you tickets (you were a season ticket holder) and that also meant that you didn't sit up at the suite with the other wags. You much preferred front row seats.

He found that out one game, when a player boarded Nico, shoulder up, particularly hard on the glass and the ref didn't call a penalty. He heard a voice extremely similar to yours yelling something along the lines of "you get paid to do this shitty job?"

And while it was fun having a girlfriend that rooted so hard for his team, currently, it was more painful than endearing. He knew they were playing bad. He knew they probably wouldn't make it to the playoffs this way. And he knew you were disappointed.

You always made an effort to separate the Y/N fan of the New Jersey Devils and the Y/N who was Jack's girlfriend. But you couldn't help but feel sad about the season they were having. And every loss felt like another punch to the stomach.

You always waited for Jack outside the locker rooms, so you could head to your apartment together. But tonight, you just didn't have the energy. The Devils blew a 2 goal lead on the Pens and got scored on 5 times in a matter of 10 minutes.

And you just knew Luke was feeling so bad about that empty net goal, you would probably have to talk to him about it later, so the younger boy could let out his feelings.

Maybe it was the fact that these games were so important for the future of the season (even though you knew it was most likely over by now), or the fact that the team couldn't win more than 2 games in a row for a such a long time now, but before you even realized what you were doing, you texted Jack, letting him know you were taking an Uber back to your shared apartment.

He didn't reply.

The feeling in the locker room was less than pleasant. No one in the mood to make small talk, or talk at all. Jack just wanted to shower and go home. Maybe eat something and curl up under the blankets with you, forgetting this night ever happened.

That was before he got your message. He felt his heat plummeting to his stomach, the feeling somehow worse than the lost game. He didn't respond to you, because how could he? what would he even say? it felt like sorry didn't cut it anymore.

So on the drive home he contemplated everything. He knew you weren't necessarily mad at him. But he couldn't help but feel like a horrible boyfriend on top of being a horrible hockey player.

Parking his car and getting his bags from the trunk, he dreaded the conversation that would happend when he opened the door and got into your apartment.

You were in the kitchen, putting together dinner for the both of you when you heard the door open and Jack drop his bags on the doorway. He walked past the kitchen and went straight to the bedroom, probably to change out of his suit and into more comfortable clothes.

You ate dinner in silence, mainly because you knew he needed his space after the loss. But you were itching to talk to him. To apologize and say you didn't mean to run and just leave him there. To say you thought he was the best boyfriend and the best hockey player in the world. That he could lose a hundred games in a row and you would still see him as your beacon of light.

So that is what you did.

"Jack" he looked up from his plate "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you tonight. I failed as a partner and I'm so incredibly sorry".

"I honestly don't blame you" he replied "I'm sorry I can't find a way to make you proud". At his words, you rounded the table and sat on his lap, taking his face in your hands and forcing him to look at you.

"I want you to pay close attention to what I'm going to say to you" he faintly nodded "You can play for fifteen more years and never win a Stanley Cup and I would still be proud of you. To me, you're not Jack Hughes of the New Jersey Devils. You're the Jack who fluffs my pillows at night. Who puts my sweaters in the dryer in the winter so they're warm. Who pumps my tires because you know I won't do it" he faintly smiled at that one.

"I want to be a safe space for you. Someone you can come to when you're feeling sad, angry or frustrated. I'm sorry I made you think otherwise" You said, as you thought about how he probably felt when he got your message. About how you added on to his stress rather than alleviate it like you were supposed to.

"Thank you", was all he said before circling his arms around your waist, pulling you close and burying his head on your neck.

At that moment, he knew that even though hockey was his whole life, if he didn't have you beside him, either cherring him on or wiping his tears, none of it would mean much to him anyway.

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theemporium · 8 months

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You were going to be late.

Hockey was a beloved sport around the world. It was adored by thousands of fans all over the globe, if not more. It grew with each passing year. It was the dream of so many little kids to make it into the big leagues and have one of your biggest passions be your job. And for those who worked their way up the leagues, it was surreal to even be considered—let alone drafted—into the top league.

And to be named captain on top of it all? It was an honour that anyone would fucking dream of.

And despite being so aware of said honour, you were going to be late to Quinn’s first official gala as captain of the Vancouver Canucks because of his wandering hands and stupid fuck-me eyes that you couldn’t seem to resist.

The event itself wasn’t special, in the sense that it was just one of many that the Canucks would hold over the season. And it wasn’t the first one Quinn had been invited too (though, he usually tried to get out of them). But it was his first one attending after his captaincy was announced so he should have been hell-bent on making a good impression as he entered this new stage of his career.

Instead, his attention had been focused on you the second you walked out your shared bedroom in the floor length Canuck blue dress.

You had batted his hands away when you were applying the finishing touches of your makeup in the mirror. You had scolded him when he playfully slapped your ass when you bent down to pick a pair of heels. You had warned him that you were going to be late if he didn’t hurry up and grab his keys instead of ogling you while you took some photos of yourself to send to your friends.

And then, in the car, it was like he had you right where he wanted you.

The venue wasn’t very far in distance, just set in a place a little out of the main city. But with Vancouver traffic, it was taking you around forty minutes to get there, and that would be just minutes before the event was officially meant to start.

But instead of rushing, Quinn was taking his time. He was driving leisurely, taking the backroads and longer routes with his hand lazily resting on your thigh, between the slit of your dress.

You told yourself you weren’t going to fall for it. You knew what he was doing, you knew what he wanted, you could see it in his eyes and the slight tilt of his lips. You fucking knew, and you told yourself you wouldn’t give in because this wasn’t an event you could afford to be late for.

You told yourself you wouldn’t, but you were never really good at listening.

“Shitshitshitshit—”

You had one hand pressed against the window, the glass fogged up and the condensation dripping down in small droplets. Your dress was bunched up at your hips, the fabric now wrinkled and creased as Quinn gripped it between his fingers.

“You’re a fucking dream,” Quinn gritted out between clenched teeth, his heart thumping in his chest as his hands guided you. “Bouncing on my dick in your pretty, lil’ dress.”

“Quinn,” you whined, the coil in your stomach tightening as you gripped the fabric of his shirt between your fingers. “Shit, baby, I-I can’t.”

“Shhhh no, you’re doing so well, honey,” he murmured as he tucked his chin to his chest, his eyes focused on the sight of his cock disappearing inside of you. “Just one more, baby, one more.”

You shook your head, tears prickling in your eyes and blurring your vision ever so slightly. “Too much—”

“You can take it,” he told you because he knew you could, and he knew you would. “You’re gonna take it like a good girl, gonna let me fill you up, hm?”

“Please,” you whined as you dipped your head down, lips pressing against his in a messy exchange of kisses. “Wanna feel you inside me all night.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hands tightening as he held you in place, thrusting his hips up to meet yours. “Gonna fill you up nice and good, honey, since my pretty girl asked me so nicely.”

“Oh shit,” you choked out, nuzzling yourself further into the boy as he pounds up into you, his tempo fast and relentless as if he hadn’t already fucked two orgasms out of you.

“Atta girl, honey, come f’me one more time,” he moaned, his lips brushing against your ear as you tipped over the edge for the third time that night.

You could barely lift your head off his shoulder, your body wanting nothing more than to cling onto him and stay there forever. His hands were warm and comforting, rubbing up and down your thighs as he cooed and whispered about how good you did for him, like he always did because Quinn Hughes was nothing but a giver in bed—in both orgasms and praises.

“We’re definitely late now,” you murmured against his shoulder, though made no move to lift yourself off his cock as you pressed your cheek against his shoulder.

He huffed out a small laugh. “It’s your fault, you wore that dress.”

“Or you’re just a horny bastard,” you retorted.

“Maybe that too,” he admitted unashamedly. “But that is also your fault. Look at you, honey, can’t expect me to not wanna fuck you every chance I get.”

“Yeah, well, now everyone’s gonna know that,” you murmured. You were going to have to spend the last fifteen minutes of the car ride to the venue trying to fix your hair and makeup so it didn’t look like your boyfriend fucked you relentlessly in the back of his car.

“Maybe we should just head back home,” Quinn suggested, his words thick and heavy with desire as his fingers slowly moved up until his thumbs were brushing over your tits. “The dress is ruined, there’s no point of going.”

You snorted. “This is why I put a hand steamer in the back of your car. I’m not walking in there with a creased dress.”

Quinn groaned. “You’re no fun.”

“We gotta go, Quinn,” you murmured as you lifted your head, this time meeting his lips in a softer and slower kiss. “And then you can fuck me all you want when we’re home.”

His lips twitched upwards. “Any chance I can convince you to leave early too?”

“Guess we will have to see, Captain.”

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sydnikov · 6 months

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Carry Me Home || S. Aho

Author: Sydney / @sydnikov

Pairing: Sebastian Aho/fem!Reader

Word Count: 5.6k

Summary: Sebastian Aho is frustrated with his team’s loss against the New York Islanders. He takes it out on you in a rather primitive way.

Warnings: 18+ smut smut smut, unprotected p in v (wrap it up kiddos!), oral (f receiving), bits of dom!Sepe, breeding kink if you squint, cursing, angst, not much fluff in this one

A/N: Surprise! My first smut fic. I hate myself. I blame the Hurricanes playing like shit for making me write this. As usual, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated. Enjoy!! I certainly didn’t (kidding) P.S. Title is from “All The Small Things” by Blink 182

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Sebastian Aho feels fire in his veins. His skin is flushed, hot to the touch, with his hair smoking from sweat-soaked strands boiling into steam. He is a steadily growing inferno, biding his time before unleashing his wrath.

There was no other time in his life he could think of where he had ever felt so frustrated, so angry.

Painful grunts and the sounds of sticks hitting the ice so hard they break echo in his ears, just as the sound of the puck hitting the goal post every time he shot it did, too. In the back of his mind, Sebastian knows that winning takes more than just one player, but yet all he can think is my fault my fault my fault.

He is an alternate captain, after all. It’s his job to help lead his team, to get them the wins they deserve. So ever since the start of this season, why had he been failing to do so?

Sebastian couldn’t dominate the Islanders on his own no matter how much he wanted to… But there is one person he knows he can.

As the Fin aggressively unties his skates, he imagines the strands of your hair tangled in his fingers as the laces get stuck on his glove. As he rips off his undershirt, he imagines doing the same to your bra.

When the reporters ask the same question they do after every game, “What could you have done better?” and pretend not to flinch when he shoots them a glare, he imagines your wide-eyed gaze as he tells you, c’mon, you can take it, yeah?

He kind of wishes he could say the same thing to these fucking reporters as he imagines giving one or two or preferably all of them a black eye—in a different scenario, of course.

Oh, but you are so good to him. He doesn’t deserve you. There is absolutely nothing in this world that can take you away from him, not now and not ever.

The winger speaks to no one except for the coaching staff as he eventually storms out of the locker room, exchanging a few words about practice and something about more line changes before he is finally let go.

Sebastian doesn’t want to think about hockey anymore. He wants to think about you.

Meanwhile, you were planted outside said locker room with a few of the wives and girlfriends, leaning against the wall while you all tried to talk about anything other than the disaster of a game you’d just watched.

It was hard watching the person you love get so upset and disappointed, especially when knowing how much pressure he puts on himself to be a leader of his team. There were many nights laying in bed, his head resting on your chest, that he revealed the bits and pieces of his carefully shielded heart how responsible he feels for his team’s performance.

How every loss chips away at his self-respect, leaving him feeling broken and lost as he struggles to find a way to get his team back on top. He was only one man, yet felt the weight of a thousand suns bearing down on his shoulders, relying on him to score.

And score he tries. Everything he could do he does; he racks up the points, he makes assists, but all his efforts still couldn’t bring them out on top.

You know Sebastian feels worthless, and you aren’t sure how he’s going to express it as you spot him marching up to you.

“Hey,” is your first word to him, spoken softly and carefully before he pulls you into his chest. The first thing you notice is that he feels like a human furnace; the chill you’d become used to after sitting next to an ice rink for over two hours is immediately replaced with warmth, and you can’t help but bury your head into his chest at the feel of it. “I’m sorry, Sepe.”

The pressure he so often feels immediately dissipates at the sound of your voice. Sebastian releases a strained sigh and curls over your body in a protective embrace, his mind racing with millions of words at a million miles per hour but the only ones he can hear are mine mine mine as you look up at him with unbridled affection.

“Kulta,” My honey, he murmurs, wet strands of hair falling over his eyes as he looks down at you. “You’re still here,” he can’t help but say, almost as if he were expecting you to be gone because he didn’t win.

You soften even more if that were possible. “I would never leave you,” you say with conviction, your words meant to be taken innocently yet all Sebastian could think of is the image of you under him as he thrusts into you, making you say the same words over and over again.

“What was that?”

“I can’t—”

“Yes, you can. C’mon, pretty girl, say it for me again,”

His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat. He needs to get you home, immediately.

Lacing his fingers through yours, the Finn presses a heated kiss to your lips, groaning so deep in his chest it has your face flushing a beautiful shade of red which has him thinking truly awful things before the two of you leave the arena.

Sebastian wants nothing more than to take care of you, and thinks briefly that maybe this is a developing unhealthy coping mechanism in the works, but as he opens the car door for you and locks eyes on the way your lips flash him a sweet smile, he can’t find it in himself to care.

You’re just so innocent; it’s in your nature to see the good in everything, to see the good in him despite his less-than holy thoughts. While he doesn’t consider his sex life with you vanilla by any means, he almost feels guilty for all the degrading ways he was thinking of you.

Sebastian was not on top of his game tonight, but he was determined, now, to be on top of you.

Your mind, however, is running rampant in all of the ways you think this night could go, and with Sebastian’s large hand splayed across your thigh as he drives the two of you home, you’re fairly positive in your understanding of what your role is going to be.

It’s funny because you’ve been with him for several years now and he still never fails to get your heart racing. Everything about him has you feeling a certain type of way, especially now as you catch shy peeks of his side profile; clenched jaw, ruffled hair, and blazing eyes…

You can’t help but rub your thighs together, a pleasurable tingle starting low in your belly and spreading warmth throughout the rest of your body as Sebastian gives you a look that spells trouble.

He adjusts the hold he has on your thigh, gripping the flesh just a little bit tighter. “Gonna get you home soon, don’t worry,” he says, almost to himself. It has your eyes widening and your heart beating faster because the tone of his voice is almost feral.

Sebastian is not what you would consider rough in bed. He has his moments, where he uses his strength to flip you over or manhandle you into whatever position he wants, but he’s never been the type to fuck you against a wall or anything of the sorts.

And as dominating as he could sometimes be, his softer side more than made up for it. Sweet but deep kisses to your lips, teeth lovingly nipping marks onto the sides of your breasts, hands roaming all over your body with gentle squeezes and caresses, and a body that seldom ran out of stamina making sure your pleasure always comes before his.

His mouth, however… Sebastian’s mouth is the word ‘dirty’ personified. Sinful lips creating words you’d never want your mother to hear, and a tongue that knew every weak spot on your body to leave you shivering in its wake.

In fact, you couldn’t help but remember the last time his mouth was put to use. Twas the night before, actually, where his body was restless and his solution to getting his energy out was sliding down the length of your body with whispered praises, slipping your panties to the side with his pointer finger, and attaching his lips first thing to your clit—

The sound of your name from the very voice of the man you were just fantasizing about interrupts your thoughts. You quickly turn to find that Sebastian already powered off and exited the vehicle and is holding your door open for you, looking at you with slight concern.

He says your name again when you fail to respond, suddenly starstruck.

Sebastian is just and his arms are so and his lips so full and kissable and him—

The next thing you know, the Finn has wrapped his large hands around your waist and is yanking you out of the car, mouth swooping down to meet your eager lips.

He kisses the life out of you, simultaneously slamming the car door shut so he can press you hard against it. The thought that you have any semblance of control right now slips through your rattled brain not unlike the slickness you can feel dripping down your legs.

He was the epitome of domineering, in no mood to let you think you had any say in what he is going to do to you. Tonight is about him needing a release, and the only way he is going to get it is through you.

Or, rather, by him burying himself so deep inside you you wouldn’t be able to walk for days. The thought has his cock throbbing, unable to resist pressing his hips into the heat between your thighs.

The feeling of his dick against your most sensitive spot has you releasing a breathless whine, and then your kisses become harder against his lips, more desperate.

Sebastian bites at your bottom lip, his own rising into a smirk once he feels rather than hears the resulting gasp catch in your throat. He lets one of his hands rise from the grip he has on your ass to slide carefully around your neck, firmly grasping the front of your throat to bring you closer.

The action has you flat-out whimpering, your hands sinking into the winger’s hair, tugging at the strands so hard he hisses. Now, the Finn is no submissive by any means, but never have you seen him so, so… Dominant.

You decide right then and there that you rather like this side of him.

“Sepe,” you try to speak, but the words catch in your throat again as his kisses move from your lips, past his hand still gripping your throat, and down to the sensitive skin of your collarbone. “—I can’t,”

He hums, your pleas merely background noise as he sucks red marks into your skin. “Can’t what? Gonna have to be more specific, nappula,”

Button. Oh, you are so fucked. Literally. His button. He called you his button. His his his.

Unable to take his slow teasing, you tear him away from your neck to bring him back to your eager lips, a desperate sound crawling up your throat as his hands move to bury themselves in your hair.

“Take me to bed, please,”

Sebastian practically melts at your words. Knowing your desperation, he moves his hands back from your hair down to your thighs, tapping once and then twice where you finally got the memo to jump. He curls your legs over his hips, sliding one hand under your ass with the other pressing supportively against the small of your back.

The five-second walk to the front door has the hand previously holding your back trembling as he fumbles with his keys. Finally opening the door after forcing himself to focus, despite the feeling of your mouth leaving teasing nips and kisses, Sebastian mutters a long string of curses as he hurriedly steps into the house, swiftly kicking the door shut behind him.

“Such a fucking tease,” he rasps into your ear, his free hand grasping onto the back of your neck to bring you back to his lips. He kisses you sensually, reveling in the softness of your body molding perfectly against his. “Bet you’ve been waiting for me all night.”

You nod rapidly in agreement, hands trying to find purchase on the smooth lines of his suit so you could begin tearing it off of him. “I’m always wanting you, Sepe,”

Sebastian hisses another curse, and the next thing you know your back is landing softly on the large mattress that is his bed. He gives you no time to gather your thoughts before he’s climbing on top of you. His calloused hands slip under your shirt to remove it, granting him full access to knead at your tits.

The forward kisses you again, tongue tracing lines across your bottom lip before forcefully pushing his way in. You can feel him everywhere and nowhere all at once, a strangled sound escaping your throat as his hips start grinding into the throbbing heat between your legs.

“Seb,” you try, back arching as his hands skillfully move to unclasp your bra. “Oh fuck, Seb, please,”

The sound of your cries has Sebastian grinning wolfishly, your desperation filling him with a sick sense of pride. “Please what?”

Suddenly, you understand his teammates just a little bit more when they would call him a little shit and other various, foul nicknames in front of you.

Clumsily grabbing one of his hands from where it was still massaging your tit, your legs fall open as you press his palm directly over the material of your pants, almost positive they were wet. “Please just touch me, please—”

Your babbling is interrupted when he begins peppering your face with soothing kisses, apologetically rubbing his thumb over your nipple while the other makes its way under your pants and down to your slit, thoroughly soaked with your arousal.

“This all for me?” he coos as two fingers run through your lips, taking the natural lubricant to rub tight circles over your clit. “You’re soaked, kisu.”

The resulting mewl that escapes you afterwards lives up to the name he just called you. Kitty.

Sebastian watches your reactions with hooded eyes, taking note of the way your breath hitches when he rubs your clit a certain way; he knows the ins and outs of your body by now, but every time you have sex there is still something new to learn, and there is nothing Sebastian is if not eager to learn. He’s particularly fond of the way you arch into him as he sinks two fingers inside you, grinning as you cry out while the calloused pads of his fingertips curl against the spongy wall of nerves nestled near the front of your walls.

With panting breaths and strangled moans, your thighs shake as his thumb finds its way back to your clit and rubs it in circles the same way his fingers are doing inside you. Your stomach feels as if it’s in knots, hands gripping the sheets beneath you so hard they’ve gone numb, and your mind is blissfully blank except for the repetitive thought of more more more.

You echo this sentiment to him, to which he merely picks up the pace in response. It’s almost too much but a good too much, like the peak of your pleasure is just climbing higher and higher, almost impossible to reach but you can feel it right there—

Suddenly, all pleasurable movements stop. You snap your head up, aghast, cheeks flushed with arousal and now irritation because were were so fucking close and now all you’re left with is a disappointed burn between your legs. “Sebastian, what the actual fuck,”

The very man himself licks his lips, looking all too pleased with the way you’re relying on him to help you finish. “Patience,” is all he says, flashing you a shiny smile before skilled hands are sliding the rest of your pants and underwear down your legs. Instinctively your legs try to close at the feel of cold air hitting your pussy, but Sebastian is having none of it as he swiftly pries your thighs back apart.

“Shy?” He teases, stroking your inner thigh before pulling his shirt off his head. You have a reply prepared, but quickly lose your train of thought as his torso is revealed; Sebastian is all hard planes of muscle, golden skin with a light dusting of body hair, and so distinctly male he has you practically drooling as you reach out to trail your hands down his chest.

“You’re beautiful,” you breathe, wrapping your arms around his waist to bring his body down on top of yours. You want, no, need him close to you. While your veins were still full of liquid fire, your nerves so hot that every brush of his skin against yours left you quaking, there is still a certain amount of intimacy that could always be found within your actions towards each other.

A certain intimacy that leads to whispered praises like these; Sebastian flushes, momentarily forgetting the role he vowed to take after the agony that had been wreaking havoc in his mind since his team’s loss. “Kulta,” he says, breath hitching as he presses his lips to your neck to taste the light sheen of sweat covering your skin. He kisses your body like you are his shrine, sworn to you in utter devotion. “Kaunis tyttöni.”

My beautiful girl. Every word from that point onward tumbles past his lips in Finnish, because in what other way can he describe the beauty you encapsulate? You are an angel, after all, his angel, in fact, and his only. With his hands settling on the curves of your waist to further cement his point, he continues his assault on your neck with teeth and tongue all while he grinds his covered dick against your bare pussy.

“Sebastian?”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck me, please,”

And just like that, the indescribable need to claim claim claim takes over his body once more. His eyes darken, the lust swallowing his senses moving him to quickly strip the slacks he wore off his legs, and then he reaches into his boxers to pull out his dick.

You could never get over the sight of his cock, you think momentarily as you stare, mesmerized by the flushed head and leaking tip. He took on more girth than length, and to you it’s nothing less than perfect because Sebastian is the only man who has ever gotten you to the point where you’re unable to walk the next day.

Maybe that speaks more of his knowledge of the female anatomy compared to your exes, but nonetheless you’re grateful.

You bite your lip, one of your hands falling from his back to reach down and take his erection in your hand. Sebastian hisses through his teeth at the feeling of you gripping him, and watches for a moment as you stroke him almost gently.

“I’m going to need you to stop that,” he speaks, a groan following right after before he quickly swats your hand away.

You frown, a slight pout on your lips. “Why?”

“Because I’m going to come in two minutes like a teenager if you keep it up, kisu.”

“Well when you say it like that—”

You’re interrupted by Sebastian slamming your lips back together, your words gone just as quickly as they’d come. Oh, how you could kiss him for ages and never be sick of it. You say this to him, or at least attempt to, before his hand not buried in your hair finds its way back down to your clit and rubs rather roughly.

“Want to taste you,” he mumbles, drunk on the sight of you under him as he lines up his dick with your entrance. “Want to taste you so bad. But I need to be inside you first,”

You try to respond, but then Sebastian is kissing you again right as the head of his cock pushes its way into your cunt. It burns, but a good burn because you would never be used to his size and the feel of him sliding deeper sets all your nerve endings on fire. You’re forced to adjust quickly, and something about him not caring if you’re ready or not has you dripping.

“Oh fuck,” you whine, restless hands weaving through his hair and all over his back, refusing to settle. You didn’t know what to do with yourself, too consumed with how good it felt being stretched to lie still beneath him. “Feels so good, Seb,”

“Yeah?” he huffs into your ear, hot breaths against your skin sending shivers down your spine. “God, you’re perfect,” Sebastian groans, his hips suddenly snapping forward. The angle has him hitting the sweet spot inside you perfectly, your walls clamping down tight around him which sends you both spiraling.

You cry out as he begins moving, the strength behind the force of his thrusts staggering because very rarely did he lose control with you. Sebastian tends to treat you like priceless jewelry, but you’re anything but tonight as his teeth sink into your neck to muffle his moans.

His pubic bone rubs against your clit deliciously every time his hips come down, and you couldn’t help but try and tilt your own upwards to match him. Sebastian clearly appreciates your efforts, hissing something that sounds distinctively like a curse.

Past the ringing in your ears, you can hear him muttering to himself. His eyes are squeezed shut against the rolling tides of pleasure coursing through his body, but his mouth is anything but closed. Then his head is lifting suddenly, hair now slick with sweat hanging over his eyes as he looks down at you.

“I need you to come around me,” he says, voice nothing more than a rasp. “Want to feel you squeezing me.”

“Please,” you interrupt, but he either doesn’t hear your plea or chooses to ignore you.

“Then I’m going to taste you, and when you come I’m going to fuck you again.”

Your head is nodding rapidly at his words because there is zero part of you that ever wants him to stop. It was almost primitive the way he was taking you, and you maybe liked it a little more than you should.

Sebastian picks up the pace, and you find yourself thankful - not for the first time - for his insane amount of stamina. The strength conditioning he goes through on a daily basis makes you wonder how he doesn’t just die, but nonetheless you can’t help but appreciate it.

His hands find their way under your back in the midst of your appreciative thoughts, settled on your lower back just above your ass, when he tilts your hips up and his cock strikes the sensitive, spongy spot inside you head-on. It has you keening loudly, uncontrollably—one of your hands previously gripping the sheets jerkily moves to cover your mouth, your own noises embarrassing you.

He doesn’t notice at first, too busy moving his hips in the same pattern as before because he enjoys the way you grip him like a vice, your body’s way of telling him he’s doing a good job, but when he sees you trying to muffle your noises he instantly grows possessive.

Possessive of you, your noises, because in his feral mind everything about you belongs to him and Sebastian doesn’t want you ever holding yourself back. Your name falls from his lips darkly, “You don’t hide yourself from me,” one of his hands drags yours from your mouth, the other splaying across your lower back to keep your body in the same position.

You try to apologize, but your breath escapes you when his hand slides itself down your body, brushing past one of your nipples, then dipping into your navel where his fingers once again find your swollen clit. He rubs quickly, dick ramming into you even faster than before.

Now more than ever Sebastian wants you to come undone beneath him, and soon he gets his wish as the calloused pads of his fingertips roll your clit in time with one, two, and then on the third thrust your entire body seizes.

Tensing, clenching, shuddering—your eyes flutter as your vision goes white, and you feel nothing except for wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure rushing through you. Vaguely, you feel what you think is Sebastian gently continuing his ministrations on your clit in time with slow thrusts, helping you ride out the waves of your orgasm.

Then your eyes are opening after what feels like hours but had really only been minutes of you going still. You tense again, this time with sensitivity rather than pleasure, and he reads your body perfectly as he slides out of you, removing his fingers from your clit at the same time.

You come to a realization then, “Wait, you didn’t come,” you murmur, and Sebastian has a mischievous sparkle in his eye that makes you think he held himself back on purpose. You’re proven right when he suddenly slides down your body, hands prying your thighs apart before settling on your hips, holding you open like his very own buffet.

He lets out a long sound, like he still can’t believe you’re right here in front of him, and then his mouth is meeting the slick folds of your pussy. The timespan between your first orgasm and him now feasting on you has your mind reeling, blissfully going numb as his warm, wet tongue licks into you.

“Sepe,” you whine, having not yet decided if you could handle another orgasm so close to your last. He parrots your name back, the vibrations from his voice rumbling pleasantly. “You can take it,” he coos, hooded eyes watching your face as his lips now fully latch onto your clit. He sucks, steadily picking up the intensity until your thighs are shaking uncontrollably.

He doesn’t stop, not as your cries grow louder and you subconsciously try squirming away from him. He just holds your hips down, anyways. As his tongue joins the mix, dipping down to flick at your nub suctioned in between his lips, one of his hands moves down to dip two fingers into your folds.

Sebastian groans at your wet heat enveloping his digits, already greedy for the feeling of you squeezing his dick again. Then he starts thrusting his finger, timing it with the flicks of his tongue, and then you’re coming all over again. “There you go, such a good girl for me,” he praises as your pussy spasms, eagerly lapping up your juices like you’re his favorite meal.

Oh god. You are officially fucked-out. You definitely have a bad case of sex-for-brains. You can’t think beyond the sensitivity of your overwhelmed nether regions, and yet as Sebastian crawls up your body for the third time you can’t help but have your legs fall open to welcome him.

This is new for him, too. Sebastian’s endurance is extraordinary, yes, but he never really let himself use it to his full extent with you. Now, though? He wants to explore the thrill of dominance, of controlling you when everything else in his life slips through his fingers.

Against his will, he thinks of his team for a moment. It’s still too raw of a feeling, he finds, hating the way disappointment and frustration bubbles up inside him. Sebastian swallows roughly, squeezes his eyes shut as if that would help block out the sound of the final buzzer ringing in his ears, and then kisses you to distract himself.

As he lines himself back up with your entrance, you both find that the energized tension between you has cooled significantly. Sebastian is less restless and jerky with his movements, and your desperation has cooled as your legs wrap around his waist. He whimpers into your neck, then, his arms curling under your back to press your bodies even closer together.

Your roles switch, and you whisper sweet and dirty nothings into Sebastian’s ear as his hips roll into you. The head of his cock scratches that delicious part inside of you, and soon your words turn into gasps which are music to his ears. One thrust has you squeezing him particularly hard, and his rhythm stutters. “Fuck, you feel amazing,”

His lips form into an o-shape, and suddenly he finds that his high is coming (hah) much quicker than expected. He expresses such, or thinks he does, because all you do is moan in response when his thrusts pick up speed.

He wants to send you into your third orgasm before letting go himself, and even though Sebastian has been rather selfish tonight, one thing that would never change is that your pleasure would always come before his—no matter what.

“Gonna come for me?” Sebastian teases, lips managing to curl into a brief smirk before you’re squeezing him again, wiping it right off his face. “Yeah? Look so pretty taking my cock, baby,”

“I’m close,”

“I know. Let go for me.”

And let go you do. You seize up, not for the first time tonight, before shuddering with full force in the wake of your third release. Your vision goes white in time with the ringing of your ears as you’re consumed in it, feeling too much but also not enough at the same time because your boyfriend is a force you could never get sick of.

Your walls are squeezing Sebastian like a vice, and it only takes him a few more thrusts as you ride out your orgasm before he’s falling into his own. He groans from deep in his chest, arms shakily moving to rest on either side of your head as he buries his own in your neck.

He sinks his teeth into your shoulder as his dick pulses inside you, pumping you full of his cum while you shudder beneath him. It fills Sebastian with a primal sense of satisfaction, knowing he’s claimed you from the inside out.

You’re his, still repeats itself in his mind on repeat, until both of your bodies are spent and he’s rolling off of you exhaustedly. You’re still panting when he turns to look at you, and without hesitation he pulls you into his chest so you can rest your tired body against his.

It takes you a few minutes until you can muster the energy to move, and when you do it’s to tilt your head up to look up at him. You murmur his name, quietly, lest you disturb the fragile peace the two of you find yourselves in. “Sepe?”

“Mhmm?”

“Do you feel better?” It’s a loaded question, you both know, and he takes a few minutes to think about it.

Sebastian’s body feels better, yes. It’s limp, relaxed, the achy tension long-gone from his muscles. The moment he first sank into you he felt immensely better, actually, now that he thinks about it.

His mind, however, is a completely different story.

Colors of red, orange, and blue flash behind his eyes; the colors of his jersey and the opposing team’s, with the haunting sound of the final buzzer still playing in his memory. He thinks of the anger, of his teammates’ faces as they marched defeatedly into the locker room.

No, he thinks with sudden clarity. No, he doesn’t feel better. Sebastian doesn’t say this though; it probably isn’t the answer you want to hear, considering how you explored a new aspect of your relationship tonight.

You know, though. You always know—Sebastian is your better half, and you can understand him more than your own self sometimes, now being one of those moments.

“I love you,” you say after several minutes of silence. Your declaration - the first of the night, he suddenly realizes - says everything he needs to know, about how you feel for him and that he has your support no matter what.

Sebastian swallows, finding that his throat is parched. Lying naked under the sheets, vulnerable and oh-so-exposed, he lowers his head to kiss you sweetly. You mold together softly, and a low rumble can be felt from his chest as you gently nip at his bottom lip.

He is a man of few words, preferring to show his feelings with actions rather than words and this just happened to be one of those moments. He loves you so much, more than words can describe, his lips say, before they gently part from yours.

You admire him in his full glory before he opens his mouth to speak. His hair is incredibly ruffled, from both your hands and the game he played, his full lips swollen red from your kisses, and his eyes have a light sheen to him that suggest he’s more emotional than letting on.

Sebastian raises a hand to your cheek, large yet gentle palm caressing the soft skin as he gazes at you like you’re precious porcelain. “I love you,”

Your lips break into a small smile, and then you’re curling farther into his chest. You’re far too comfortable to move, figuring aftercare in the bathtub can come later. For now, you’re content; your body is sated, and with his cum dripping down your legs you’ve never felt so full with love.

Sebastian knows he has hell to face tomorrow morning. He knows it, but doesn’t really care. For now, in the peaceful silence of his room with only the gentle sounds of your breaths to keep him company, he chooses to forget.

He’s only one man, after all. He can’t carry his team, but he can carry you.

A/N: This is the first time I've written in present tense, which was actually a lot harder than I thought because I kept using past tense action verbs 💀 it was a fun challenge though!! Hopefully my parents never ask me what exactly it is that I write about because. Uh. Yeah. Once again, please reblog and comment :))

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“look at how red your face is!” with luke! fyi, i could t get your who you write for list to load!

blushing - luke hughes

luke hughes x fem! reader

warnings: one swear i think? tooth rotting fluff

notes: not proofread!! i’m in aruba on vacation in case anyone was wondering about the lack of writings. on another note, IM SO FREAKING PROUD OF LUKE. HE MADE HIS NHL DEBUT ONLY 6 DAYS AFTER THE FROZEN FOUR LOSS!!!

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walking into the sophomore house, you are instantly greeted by the hockey team squished together in the small living room.

“hey, y/n/n.” they all yell out, sending you small smiles before directing their attention back to the action movie displayed on the tv.

you walked further into the house, stopping when you reach the chair that luke was sitting on and plopping yourself onto his lap. you threw both your legs over the armchair and relaxed your body against luke’s. subconsciously, he wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you close.

no one in the room even flinched at the actions between you and luke. this was normal for you two.

luke was your best friend. when taking the job of the umich hockey team’s media admin, you felt out of place. that feeling of displacement quickly went away after you met luke- one of the team’s defensemen. he introduced you around and made you feel wanted on the hockey team.

you were a breath of fresh air to luke, showing him sides of himself he’d never seen before. luke didn’t realize it at first, however, while your friendship grew with each other, so did his love for you. he played it off as just love for a very close friend, but he knew he was lying to himself.

not long after, you started experiencing different feelings of your own for luke. you’d notice yourself laugh a little too hard at one of his jokes or blushing when he walked into a room.

it was pretty obvious you two were both in love with each other. the hockey team would continuously flame you both for being in love with each other, but you and luke just shrugged it off. like everyone else, you two were aware of the feelings you had for each other.

“hi, lukey.” you smile, your cheeks flushing a bright pink.

he turns his gaze away from the tv screen, locking his eyes with yours and breaking out in a toothy grin.

“hi, lovie.” he speaks softly, pulling you even closer into his chest, if that was even possible.

“i missed you today.” you admitted, taking a deep breath and letting his scent fill your nostrils.

luke giggled, kissing the top of your head before cheekily responding, “just today?”

pouting, you playfully hit his shoulder, sending him a sarcastic glare.

the rest of the night you try to focus on the movie, but you fail miserably. looking away from the tv, you study luke’s features. his face wears a serious expression as he intensely watches the movie. ever so often, he lets out a small chuckle at a funny scene in the movie, causing a smile to tug at the corners of your lips. his so damn gorgeous, it’s not fair.

out of the corner of his eye, luke catches you staring at him.

“like the view?” a smug grin takes over his face.

“i do.” your voice was a little more than a murmur.

red floods luke’s cheeks and he begins to bite his bottom lip.

“pay attention to the movie, not me.” he says, furrowing his brows and pursing his lips.

“but you’re more interesting than the movie.” you exclaim- a little too loudly.

the small exertion causes everyone to look your way, slowly observing what was happening. it wasn’t that surprising to the team that you two were barely paying attention to the movie, so engrossed in each other.

embarrassment shoots through your body. you awkwardly clear your throat, directing your attention back to the film. it only takes minutes before your swept away in a deep slumber. the sound of your soft snores fill luke’s ears, giving him a sense of comfort.

if he could, he’d stay here snuggled up with you forever. the way your body is radiating heat onto his makes him want to be this close to you every day. the way your lips were slightly parted made them look so kissable. the only thing luke would change about this situation would be that it wasn’t happening in the middle of movie night with the entire hockey team.

“hughesy?!” dylan yelled out, taking luke out of his trance and back into reality.

blinking a few times, luke realizes that he’s missed the end of the movie from being so entranced with you.

“yeah, sorry,” he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“were you even listening?” mark furrows his brows, chuckling deeply.

“um, about what?” luke asks, dumbfounded.

“of course he wasn’t listening.” rutger states blatantly. “he’s too obsessed with his girlfriend.”

a familiar pink color paints luke’s cheeks as rutger refers to you as his girlfriend. the room erupts in laughs and snickers at luke’s reaction.

“she’s not my girlfriend.” he mumbles, rolling his eyes.

“not my girlfriend my ass.” rutger mocks, throwing popcorn at luke. the piece of popcorn hits luke on the bridge of his nose, causing him to flip rutger off.

“she isn’t my girlfriend!” luke defends once again, widening his eyes.

“look how red your face is, hughesy!” mackie shouts, hitting luke’s shoulder.

mark throws his head back in sarcastic laughter. “dude, she’s literally laying across your lap with your arms wrapped around her… and you are trying to tell us she isn’t your girlfriend?”

luke looks down to the beautiful girl laying on top of him, but doesn’t remove his arms from their resting place around your waist. “so what? we like to cuddle. a lot of best friends do.”

“whatever helps you sleep at night, hughesy.” dylan shrugs, rising to his feet and exiting the room.

deciding he’s had enough of this abuse, luke stands up, holding you protectively in his arms and walking up the stairs. when he rounds the corner to his room, he carefully places you down on the bed, making sure to not disturb you.

“luke,” you call out softly.

“yes, lovie?” he coos, slipping into bed next to you. his arms find your waist, pulling you close. you rest your head against his muscular chest, breathing in his scent.

“i love you.” you admit, closing your eyes tight, not wanting to see luke’s reaction.

all the blood drains from luke’s face. his throat runs dry and his palms get sweaty. “what?” he asks, not sure if he imagined that or not.

“i love you, lukey.” repeating your sentence, nerves start to set in. ‘you just confessed your love for luke- your best friend- how else was he supposed to react?’ was all you could think.

after a few moments of not responding, tears start to well in your eyes. “never mind,” you mutter through gritted teeth, wiggling out of luke’s hold.

luke- who is still processing the information- doesn’t realize his sudden silence is upsetting to you. “y/n,” his voice is soft.

“no, luke.” you snap. “it’s fine. i was stupid to say that.” swiftly, you jump out of luke’s bed, taking a moment to get your bearings, and head to leave luke’s room.

“y/n!” luke calls out once again. he kicks the covers off of himself and rises to his feet. you try to quickly exit the room, but he grabs your wrist before you can. “wait, please.” he’s basically pleading now.

you didn’t want to hear your best friend rejecting you. the silence after your confession was enough for you to get the hint. “luke, listen, it’s ok. i guess i just misinterpreted our relationship. we are always flirting and stuff…” you pause nervously. “i thought- i thought that… you liked me.”

luke’s heart shatters at your tone of voice. he can’t help but notice the tears waiting to spill out of your eyes, or how you are biting the inside of your cheek, trying to hold back sobs. he made you feel this way. he made you feel unloved. he winced at his thoughts.

“but y/n,” his thumb reassuringly rubs your hand. “i do like you. shit… i love you.”

your eyes go wide. tears begin to slip from your eyes. however, they aren’t sad tears, they are happy ones.

“kiss me.”

luke doesn’t waste anytime, quickly closing the gap between you and putting his lips on yours. the kiss is passionate and gentle. but also sloppy considering luke’s sense of urgency to kiss you more, and more.

#hearts4hughes #new jersey devils #nhl imagine #hockey blurb #hockey imagines #luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes imagines #luke hughes imagine #nora's writings 💐

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Friend. We need an ice-skater darling for the hockey guys now. Competitions to know who’s faster, who has better balance, who is just better in general. The rivalry. The tension. The not-so-secret mutual pining.

I think that sounds pretty fun.

I have two figure skater reader asks, and I'm going to answer them both differently. This one is for Birdie and Gaz.

A former figure skater, now publicity manager, absolutely steals time on the ice before practice starts. You lace up your skates, pull your tights down over the top of them and burst out onto the ice to do a few laps, maybe a few jumps and spins, just until the air burns your lungs and you're heaving in breaths with a smile on your face. You don't have a routine anymore, but you've got your earbuds and your favorite playlist, and you're doing the damn thing. It's really only when you turn to head back to the bench that you see Gaz watching you with a fond smile.

He's still in his street clothes, but he's got his hockey bag slung over his shoulder and a devil-may-care attitude that's won him more than a few popularity contests. His smile and charm certainly make your job easier. He leans against the boards, and you do your best to ice him when you skate over. He laughs and dusts the snowflakes off his fingers, tells you, "Gimme a second to get my skates on love, I'll show you how it's done."

You have never laughed more than racing Gaz around the rink. He may be the fastest on the team, but he's got no hope catching you. Except when he does, when you slow down enough he can hook an arm around you and hoist you up over his shoulder to keep skating. It's not exactly a standard trick, but it makes you feel all warm and fuzzy. Especially when he carts you off the ice to let the zamboni clean up your tracks and sets you down on the bench to help you get your skates off.

"What would your fans say if they saw you like this," You tease him, holding out your other foot for him to untie your skate.

"Same thing they always say," He hums, "That I'm boyfriend material."

"You really are," You sigh.

"Only for you doll," He tells you, his hand on your knee as he pushes himself to stand, "You should wear one of those little dresses next time, really complete the fancy figure skater look."

You smack his arm, and ignore the way he makes your heart squeeze in your chest when he grins at you.

#cod x reader #x reader #x oc #cod x oc #kyle garrick #kyle gaz garrick #gaz garrick #kyle garrick x reader #gaz x reader #gaz modern warfare #gaz cod #gaz mw2 #gaz x oc #f!reader #x f!reader #hockey au

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theywantedplayer · 1 year

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can you do a part 2 to high and dry?

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You were so mad when Luke left you all high and dry before he left for his hockey practice. It was around 6:30 when Luke got back to his dorm. You were sitting on the couch watching something on tv when he walked in, it was hard not to hear him from all the banging his hockey bag was doing when it hit the door frame when he walked in.

“Hi baby” He said sweetly as he dropped his bag in the entrance caming to walk behind the coach

He leaned down and tried to kiss the top of your head but you swerved out of the way

“Come on you still on about that” He laughed starting to massage both your shoulders but you quickly moved out of the way “y/nnnn” He whined

“Now you know how it feels” You told him getting up from the coach and dropping your dishes in the sink, now walking to the bedroom and Luke following close behind

“Ok im sorry, I love youuuu sooo much” He Joking whined

You laid down on the bed and started scrolling thru your phone, not looking or talking to Luke wanting to make him suffer like he did to you

“Come on Y/n please” he groaned, crawling on top of you, his hands on either side of your head but you continued to scroll thru your phone trying not to give in.

“I'm sorry baby” he mumbled as he kissed your face then started to kiss your neck.

You tried not to give in but it was hard when your boyfriend was sucking on your neck and groaning. Luke grabbed your phone out of your hand and threw it on the other side of the bed as he pulled away to look at you. He grabbed your chin to make you look at him.

“Let me make it up to you, yea?” he teased

You suddenly were at a loss of words and just nodded in response.

“That's it baby” He said pulling you back into a kiss

You could feel his hands travel around your body gripping and squeezing anything he could get his hands on. Luke began to play with the waistline of your pants and started to pull them off slowly, your panties going with them. Once he got them off it just left you in a tank top and nothing else, You rubbed your legs together to get some type of friction.

“Easy baby I’ll take care of you” Luke soothed running his hands over your legs lightly massaging them, when he got to your knees he pulled them apart opening your legs. You felt your face head up at the feeling of Luke’s eye’s staring at your open leg’s.

“Lukkee” You whined

“I know I know, I left you needy for to long” He spoke quickly kissing you on the lips

“No teasing please Luke, please” You whined looking at him

“No teasing I promise” he told getting comfortable between your legs

Luke locked eye’s with you as he licked your folds while his finger teased your entrance, you whined when your face headed up when he looked at you. You pushed your head back into the pillow as you felt Luke tongue pressing into your pussy, his nose nugging your clit as he moved his head.

“Fuckk Luke” You moaned your hand’s pulling at his hair, you could hear him groan at the feeling.

Luke wasn't going to tease you this time he felt that he had done that enough, he slipped his finger into you trying to bring you closer to your high. His thought moved to your clit giving it more attention as his finger did the other job. Your hips started to thrust at the sensation coming from your core. You could hear Luke chuckle knowing you were about to come.

Luke didn't change his movement’s dont wanting you to lose your rack, he felt your leg’s shake against his face. He knew you were about cum. Your grip on his hair become tighter when you let yourself go.

“C-cumming” was all you could get out, throwing your head back with a moan squeezing your eye’s shut.

You whimpered when you felt Luke pull away, you still didn't open your eyes, didn't even move, still trying to catch your breath. You could hear Luke laugh. You could tell he was hovering over you, Luke kissed your cheek then the other. You opened your eye’s looking up at Luke, you could see him smiling.

“See I told ya I would make it up to you

#luke hughes #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes blurb #luke hughes fic #luke hughes smut

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yauchfilms · 26 days

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big thighs, new jersey ✢ mattias samuelsson (18+)

pairing: mattias samuelsson x fem!reader (childhood friends to lovers)

warnings: pining. so much pining. fem language (reader is referred to as a woman). cursing. alcohol consumption. reader and mattias are drunk but coherent. super vague religious imagery. oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, fingering, petnames, praise, enthusiastic consent, cocky mattias but literally who is shocked, begging, so many feelings involved. ever so slight angst.

summary: y/n has been in love with mattias since they first met when they were 8, and they had matching bowl cuts. being his best friend is the hardest job she’s ever been tasked with. 16 years of pure desperation all boils down to one night on the beach.

word count: 5.2k ... jesus christ

author's note: welcome to what is essentially a year's worth of brainrot, compiled into one fic. i started this concept a year ago with some friends, and now thanks to @pldstattoos, @flashyfucker, and @puck-luck, it is now a tangible piece of literature. based ever so loosely on the song “big thighs, nj” by lowcut connie, amongst other tunes that i will share later. this man just SCREAMS childhood friends to lovers so i had to give my very best to my favorite boy ever.

it’s late again.

he’s got one arm draped over your shoulders, gesturing wildly to the rest of the group with his can of seltzer, not spilling a single drop. the old, paint-stained sheet you two share has gone cold, matching the feeling of the sand beneath it.

if he remembered you brought that old “seaside heights” sweatshirt you bought back in the heyday of the jersey shore era with you to the beach when you told him you were cold, eyes wide and hopeful, he kept it to himself.

another day spent at the beach with your friends, skitting along the sand, never too far apart from each other. you could feel him on your skin like the humidity.

it’s been like this since your parents agreed, reluctantly, that you were too old for day camps and you barely got to see mattias anymore during the school year. your mom softened when you mentioned him like she always did. since then, you’d bike to his house in the morning to find him strapping on his rollerblades. you’d make him race you for a few blocks since he insisted on cross-training in the offseason or whatever it was he said to make himself feel like he wasn’t totally slacking off. then you both slowed down, falling into a rhythm about as familiar as your own heartbeat. you’d meet up with friends, skipping through town and letting the breeze off the ocean push you one way or another. and more often than not, it ended around a fire pit — and as you got older — with cans in hands, recounting the day and making half-hearted plans for the next one.

except, now you’re older. old enough that you just finished your first ever real internship, one that led you up to the summer, now leaving you with the stress of finding a real job. but that doesn’t matter right now. what matters right now is the fact that you’re back with your friends, on the beach, recalling those stories from long ago, like how you broke your arm when you were 10 because you insisted to mattias and his older brother, luke, that you could do a cartwheel on the trampoline in your roller skates. it had been his older sister, allie, that called the ambulance, naturally.

you’re acutely aware that there are a finite number of these days and nights left. mattias is a big-time hockey player now (well, not actually, but to you, he might as well be wayne gretzky), and just like you, he can’t spend his whole life on the beach. but you really wish he could, with you, forever. knowing you have to share him with the world, that’s the part that eats at you.

you’re also acutely aware of his position on you, his hand skirting just barely along the top of your bikini top, just barely out of reach from where you really wish he’d lay his hands. you wonder if he can feel the goosebumps on your skin from the calm jersey winds.

mattias’ voice vibrates through your body, its deep, steady buzz keeping you centered. it’s not until you hear angelo let out an almost inhumane noise that triggers the group into a state of hysteria, that you feel a cold splash on your shoulder and the sound of mattias stifling a choked laugh, snapping you out of your thoughts. you glance up at mattias, whose guilt slowly etches onto his face as he drunkenly realizes what he’s done. he didn’t even spill that much, but he knows there’s a good chance you’ll overdramatize for the sake of poking fun at him.

“mattias, how could you!” you widen your eyes again and fling your wrist against your forehead, leaning your back into him as though you��re fainting. you stick to your performance as much as you can, trying to ignore how his muscular frame presses against you, his arms catching you with your quick movements. he’s leaning down over you, rolling his eyes and laughing at you. you smell the scent of mango and alcohol on his breath, his signature summer scent at this point. you could kiss him right now if you wanted; he was close enough to your face.

you want to chastise him for not being more careful, for not paying attention to his own body. but you know it weighs on him more than anyone else. there are boundaries you know not to cross.

he lifts up his shirt, just enough to use it as a makeshift towel for the drink he spilled on you. just enough to see his soft, tan skin and the ripple of his muscles that he, for some reason, chooses to hide more often than not.

“sorry, baby. lemme help you,” he half-whispers, because he’s mattias, a man who can never be truly silent. baby. a nickname he started using on you when you were 15, starting to drink when you went to the cool parents’ house, a nickname that he only really uses on you when you’ve both been under some sort of influence. he knows the effect that it has on you, and you hate that you know that he seems to do it on purpose. he’s so unfair sometimes.

he uses his free arm to keep you steady, wrapping his arm around your stomach. you can feel his heartbeat against your back, but choose not to focus on it too much. you’re practically in his lap now, being cradled in his arms as you feel the soft material of his shirt swipe down your arm, and back over your shoulder, and just along that same forbidden spot along the hem of your bikini top. it’s killing you at this point.

“all good?” he asks, causing you to be forced to look him in the eyes again.

“all good,” you squeak out, your voice barely a whisper, leaning back into him and taking your spot back in his arms.

“sorry again, dude,” he slurs, smoothing down the messy hair on top of your head, and it reminds you that you, too, have plenty of alcohol in your body, and it’s just now starting to catch up. it’s that same consumption of alcohol that would account for why no one has paid attention to either of you for the past 5 minutes, everyone caught up in telling their own drunken tales from the past.

you go to tell him that you swear it’s okay, when josh loudly —and suddenly— announces his departure from the group, saying something about his early morning tee time with his dad the next day. it was from there that lauren, bri, and anna got up and began making their way back to the house together, arm in arm, giggling about an inside joke that you had been too distracted to participate in. julian and angelo linger for a few minutes longer, arguing with each other and mattias about stuff that doesn’t matter. your eyes feel heavier still. the pair of boys eventually peel off, their yawns becoming hard to ignore. they bid their goodbyes to you and your human pillow, disappearing up the dune and into the house.

mattias nudges you, and you stir.

“do you want to head in? it’s, like, 3:45 am,” mattias asks, showing you the time on his phone. his phone background – a photo of the group, his arms, wrapped around your chest, everyone smiling like it was picture day – lights up your face, the sudden brightness causing you to squint. sure enough, the clock reads 3:42 am. you let out a sigh, twisting in his arms so you’re laying with your back to the sheet, between his thighs. he grabs your head on both sides, shaking it slightly, his fingers loosely carding through your hair. you don’t say anything, just staring up at him like he’s a god of some sort.

“what’s up? talk to me. did i do something?” he looks down at you, a sympathetic look in his eyes mixed with that damn smirk of his.

“tias,” is all you can manage to get out, your voice barely a whisper.

“yeah?” his voice suddenly going quieter than normal. this is rare, and it worries you.

“would you be mad at me if i asked you to kiss me?” you ask, suddenly feeling bold and vulnerable with your loneliness in the moonlight.

“of course i wouldn’t; am i ever mad when you ask?” he replies, cocking an eyebrow at you. and he was right. you two had made out countless times before, always in private, never escalating past light groping, always leaving you both high and dry, but too scared to ask for more. even at your big ages, you were still stuck in this routine, always running back to each other when the girl mattias tried to fly out bailed on him or the guy you met at the bar ended up giving you a weird vibe. it was normal in some way. like, of course best friends kiss each other. why wouldn’t they?

“you don’t get it, i don’t think,” you dare, the alcohol in your system giving you a strange boost of confidence.

his hands loosen around your head, ever so slowly moving down your neck, over your shoulders, and to that damned spot on your chest. your body reacts to his touch, suddenly hyper-aware of just how cold you are on the beach in nothing but a bathing suit.

“no, i think i do. let me know if i’m reading this wrong, but i think i get it,” he responds.

you adjust yourself between his legs, your head now laying on his upper thigh. you feel the strong muscles tighten underneath you, causing a chill to run down your spine. looking up at him, your eyes soften, and he leans down again, feeling his breath on your face. the scent of mango white claw still lingers, only slightly less prominent now. you squirm slightly at the feeling of him so close.

“tell me what you want,” he speaks, low and gravelly. the feeling of it in your eardrums sends a pang straight to your core.

“what do you think i want?” you tease, wondering if he truly has caught on, or if he’s telling you want you want to hear.

“you want me to fuck you, don’t you?” his words catch you off guard, even though he said exactly what you were hoping for. “you don’t think i haven't felt you squirming in my lap all night? i’m not that dumb, baby.” his voice is barely audible at this point, just enough to get his point across.

all you can do is stare up at him, suddenly unable to form a complete thought, putty in his lap. your breathing grows heavier, and he can’t help but notice.

“so, what’ll it be?”

“please, ti.”

he pulls you up into his lap and you straddle him, finding your place settled directly above the bulge in his since-dried board shorts. his hands immediately find their place along your sides, gliding gently up and down from your ribcage to your hips. his fingers linger slightly over the string of your bikini, toying with it, not daring to remove it. he leans down, connecting your lips from where they were parted dumbfoundedly in front of him, as if you had never been in that position with him before. you had, but this was different.

he moves slowly, as if wanting to take his time with you, not knowing whether or not this would be the first or the only time he would have his way with you. you open your mouth once again, a moan escaping your lips. he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, licking up into you with desperation. the roll of your hips against him elicits a loud groan from him, now, and you decide that if that was the last thing you ever heard, you would die a happy woman. you can feel his shorts growing tighter underneath your lap, causing you to roll your hips again, slower than the first time. another groan escapes his lips, causing you to stop and look him in the eyes, your hands holding his face tenderly.

“what are you so fucking loud for?” you tease, knowing that the sounds he’s making are turning you on even more, as evident by the wet spot growing on his shorts.

“sorry, i’ve just been thinking about this moment since we were 16. you don’t know how hard its been to keep my cool around you, y/n. i’ve been so good, so patient. i can’t think of anything i’ve ever wanted more than this,” he says, panting slowly, trying to control his breathing. he seems as if a huge weight has been lifted off of his chest.

you hold back the tears threatening to spill over your waterline. you feel the exact same way, just unsure of how to express it. all you can do is plant a delicate kiss to his lips, letting the moment speak for itself. his hands find that spot of your bikini top, finger rubbing lightly on the freshly tanned skin there.

“may i, please?” he almost begs, toying with the strap of the thin top, a look of desperation looking up at you with big hazel eyes.

“of course,” you whisper, a kiss planted to the tip of his nose.

long, slender fingers make their way down your shoulders to the front of your chest, as he hooks the strap around his fingers, pulling slightly. a gasp escapes his lips as your full chest is exposed, the harsh chill immediately giving you goosebumps, you reaching back to unclasp and remove the rest of it. he sees the way your body reacts to the cold, and he takes your right breast in his large hand, enveloping it in his grasp, and you immediately feel warmer. he kisses you again, more passionate than the last, massaging the flesh in his hand, deft fingers keeping rhythm against your skin.

he leans back, taking you with him, now fully laying on top of him on the sandy blanket. his hands trail to your ass, the lack of his hand on your chest not too significant due to the lack of space between your bodies now.

the kiss never breaks, your hips rolling deep into him, the feeling of his hardness underneath you growing almost unbearable.

“ti, i need you to touch me please,” you sigh, pulling away.

all he can do is look up at you, his face slack as he furiously nods his head.

his hand trails down your ass, following the hem of your bikini bottoms, his fingers tracing the fabric down to your core. he moves the fabric to the side, sliding his fingers through your folds with a loud gasp.

“oh my god, so fucking wet,” he groans into your shoulder, you kissing up and down his neck, nibbling just below his ear.

“just for you, only you,” you whisper in his ear, causing his hips to buck up at you. “slow down,” you warn, not wanting to waste this moment.

he begins rubbing down on your clit, and now it’s your turn to moan. he glides his middle finger through your wetness a few more times before slowly teasing your entrance with the pad of his finger. you let out a whimper, signaling that he can go ahead. he slides his finger into your cunt, and you immediately feel the stretch of his thick digit.

“can you take another, baby?” he asks, not necessarily waiting for permission before adding a second finger. the stretch was almost unbearable, and he could feel you react to it so viscerally while he scissored his fingers slowly in and out.

“just wait till you take my cock,” he growls, his confidence suddenly taking over.

“now, please,” you whine, desperate for what you’d dreamt about since you were a horny teenager fantasizing about his length in math class.

“what happened to patience, baby?” he questioned, fingers never losing pace in your cunt. “i wanna taste you; are you gonna let me do that, huh?”

all you could seem to muster out was a weak “mhm”; his fingers already overwhelming you.

he removes his fingers, eliciting a wince from you. turning you over in his arms, he begins kissing your face, barely avoiding your lips, down your chin, to your neck, stopping right by your ear.

“i know baby, i know, i’m gonna take such good care of you, don’t you worry, baby,” his voice almost primitive.

he returns to his path down your neck, leaving marks that you’re sure your friends will see in the morning. he takes his time, agonizingly slow, and you wonder how he hasn’t come in his shorts yet with how patient he’s being. he gets to your chest, placing chaste kisses across it, until he reaches your left breast. he takes your nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue, causing you to arch up into him. he doesn’t say anything, simply opting to hum into your skin, the sensation driving you crazy. he comes off with a pop, his hand quickly replacing his mouth as he makes his way over to the other side.

you run your fingers through his hair, the hair that he has yet to ruin with his midsummer chop. you twist the longer locks between your fingers, needing some sort of stimulation. your hands trail down his back, tugging at the collar of his t-shirt, wondering why it’s even still on in the first place, suddenly feeling overexposed.

“take this off, now,” you demand, your voice sounding stricter than you intended. he stops, leaning up on his knees to look down at the beautiful sight below him.

“yes, ma’am,” he groans, drawing out each word. if he hadn’t had you pinned down beneath him, you probably would arched up into him. he reaches behind him, yanking the top over his head in one fell swoop, exposing his soft, tan chest, the few hairs left at the top near the base of his neck curling up neatly.

“stop starin’, baby,” he teases, knowing exactly what you’re thinking, although both of you refuse to acknowledge it; something to tease him about at a different time.

he leans back down towards you, placing a soft kiss to your lips, eliciting a giggle from you, which makes him pull back, that signature goofy grin of his plastered across his face.

“you ready?” he asks, making sure you two are on the same page, although he knows he doesn't have to ask.

a soft “please” escapes your lips, reverberating off of his own, and he begins making his way down your body, starting with your neck, softly nibbling at the skin there. he trails down your shoulder, kissing the newly-formed freckles that have appeared from the past few days of sunshine, then, obviously stopping to spend a quick second alone with your tits. from there he makes it to your stomach, causing your breath to hitch sharply. he pulls back, quickly placing another peck to your lips, as if to say “it's okay”.

he regains his place at your navel, using his hands to pry your legs apart for him. despite your sudden shyness, you oblige immediately, and he lets out a guttural groan at the view of the wet spot prominently featured on your bikini bottoms.

“i need these off, now,” he demands, this time, tugging at the strings of your bikini, undoing the ties on your hips, patting the flesh of your hip to lift up for him. you oblige, and your bottoms are joined with your top in the sand.

mattias ducks back down, face fully aligned with your cunt. his finger once again finds its place between your folds, not quite doing anything, but rather scoping out just how wet you truly are. another groan escapes him, mixing with the moan that escapes you, harmonizing together into what you could only describe as a masterpiece. his groan echoes off of you, feeling the warm breath of him.

you look down at him, and he looks up to meet your eyes. while never breaking eye contact, he allows a string of spit to fall down his tongue and into your folds, making your legs twitch, embarrassingly though, because his tongue had yet to make contact.

you think he’s about to touch you again, when you suddenly feel the cooling sensation of his mouth on you, catching you off guard. his tongue circles your clit, much like how he had your nipple in his mouth earlier, causing you to arch your back into his face, the feeling of just 3 days worth of stubble stinging your thighs. he wraps his arms around your upper thighs, holding you in place.

“gotta be still baby; taste so fucking good. i love this pussy,” he coos, his warm breath once again driving you mad.

you giggle, not out of malice, but because you often found yourself alone at night, imagining him saying similar things to you, your own hand never seeming to do the trick. you wonder if he’s ever done the same, even though you’re pretty sure you know the answer.

you thought your reaction would’ve deterred him, but shockingly, it only seemed to motivate him more, picking up his speed, practically making out with your core. his nose, long and slender, hits your clit, sending shockwaves through you, your legs growing shakier with each kitten lick.

“mattias, i’m close,” your words croak out; you can barely think straight.

“you’re doin’ so good for me,” he pants, trying to stifle the moans that dare to escape his lips. “you got it, baby, so fuckin’ good.”

his words, mixed with his motions, are enough to send you over the edge. he continues his movements with his tongue on your clit, electing to tease your hole with his finger. the sensation is too much, and you try your best to keep your screams in, knowing that your entire friend group is a mere yards away, likely sleeping off their hangovers that were bound to appear.

you come, then, your legs shaking in his arms as he continues to lick through your orgasm. as your breathing becomes sporadic and heavy, he peels off, running his hands down the sides of your body to calm you down — and warm you up.

your shaking doesn’t stop, and you’re almost certain its due to the fact that the temperatures have dropped since you and him became preoccupied, but there’s no point in going inside now.

“how you feelin’, baby?” he asks, spooning you against his chest as you lay on the blanket. “you’re shivering. do you wanna go inside? we can finish this in my room, if you want,” he continues, stroking your arms tenderly in his grip.

“need you inside me, now,” you mewl, not fully able to find your words. you were gonna finish what you started.

“you sure?” he whispers, and you can feel his heart beating faster — and his shorts growing tighter — behind your back.

“tias, i can feel you. you want this as bad as i do,” you half-argue back.

“i don’t have a condom or anything; are you sure it’s fine?” he implores.

“oh my god, mattias, please just fuck me already,” you whine, begging him for more.

and with that, he’s rolling you over, pinning you to the sheet, the warmth of his body caging you in.

he begins kissing you again, his movements slow and soft, savoring the moment, all while simultaneously thrusting down onto you, trying to get some kind of friction going. you reach down between your bodies, untying the strings of the bright red shorts he’s wearing. you fidget with the waistband, and he lets out another groan.

“go for it,” he confirms, panting into your ear, and you tug them down just enough for his cock to bob free. he shuffles them off, discarding them with the previous pile of clothes, and you look down between you two. he was right, it was big. you begin calculating in your head how he was going to make it work, suddenly growing desperate to find out.

“told you,” he says, with that stupid smirk back on his face. you let out an exasperated laugh, catching his chains in between your teeth. it’s his turn to laugh now.

he pumps himself a few times, although he definitely didn't need to, adjusting himself in order to line himself up with your entrance. he glides his cock through your folds, and you arch up into him. he uses that opportunity to grab onto your back, keeping you flush with his body again.

he finally pushes in, and the stretch of him is almost mindnumbing.

“holy shit,” is all you can muster, as he bottoms out and readjusts himself to get the right angle. he begins slowly rocking in and out, not quite fully pushing all the way back in, and you can tell that he thinks you can’t take it.

you moan his name, signalling for him to pick up speed. the sounds of your bodies mixing together are most definitely echoing through the air, and you hope and pray that none of your neighbors have decided to go for an early morning jog.

he finds his rhythm, picking up your left leg and hooking it over his hip. this angle is heavenly, and you can tell it feels good for him, too, because another throaty groan escapes his lips.

“so tight, holy fuck. you like that, baby?,” he asks, planting kisses across your chest and neck, leaving plenty of marks in his wake.

“yes, oh my god, ti,” you squeak, the feeling of his thrusts interrupting your ability to speak in full sentences.

you can feel him getting closer, judging by the way his cock twitches inside you.

“where do you want me, sweetheart?” he asks, and you know exactly what he means.

“anywhere. just not in,” you reply, your paranoia suddenly taking over.

he complies, pulling out. the loss of contact makes you wince, but he leans back on his heels, jerking himself off over you. your hand reaches down between your thighs, rubbing your own clit, until he swats it away, replacing it with his own free hand. the image of the large, muscular body in front of you, doing what he’s doing, is enough to send you to your second orgasm of the night. you come, quickly, nothing but smalls gasps escaping your lips. this is enough for him, and he spills, painting your chest with his seed.

you can’t help but grab for your own breast, lightly rubbing it into your skin. mattias is still straddling you, his own breathing trying to recover.

“i wish i could take a picture right now,” he says. “this is the hottest thing i’ve seen in my life. you’re so perfect, oh my god.” he’s panting.

“why don’t you?” you ask, motioning toward his long-abandoned phone on the blanket next to you both. his eyes grow wide, as if he was certain that he had misheard you, until you quip, “seriously, go for it. something to think about on your roadies. consider it a gift,” you tease, and he scrambles to grab his phone. he turns it on, the time now reading 4:38 am. the sun is just barely starting to peak over the water, the sky now a pale purple, like something out of a national geographic magazine.

he swipes to the camera app, lining you up in the frame, your come-covered tits prominately centered in the middle, the breaking of dawn just barely visible behind you. you hear the camera click, and you let out an exasperated giggle. leaning up, you wrap your hands around his neck, and he pulls you close.

“it’s fucking freezing out here,” you complain, your shivering suddenly returning to your body.

“i know, i hid your sweatshirt under the blanket about 2 hours ago,” mattias reveals, and you smack him lightly on the back of the head. he reaches over, lifting up the corner of the sheet, revealing the old sweatshirt, shaking the sand out of it. he uses the old sheet to clean you up quickly, then helps you place the sweatshirt on, planting a sweet kiss to your lips as your head pops out the top.

“we should definitely head in now,” you say, standing up from your place in his lap. reaching for your bikini bottoms and loosely retying them to your hips, you then throw his shorts and shirt playfully against his chest, and he quickly and haphazardly put them back on. he continues to hold on to your top, and he grabs your hand as you make your way back up the dune, up to his house that is all too quiet now.

you walk through the gate, pausing at the sliding glass door, turning to face him.

“we should talk about this, later,” you say, scared of what he might say next. he looks down at you, his height suddenly overwhelming you.

“later is good, yeah. let’s just savor it for now, okay?” he suggests, and you wonder if he truly means it. your friends would surely catch on, and you have no clue how to go about that awkward conversation, even though, unbeknownst to the both of you, the group had been placing bets for years now about how long it would take for you two to break. anna was about to be $1,000 richer.

with that, you two quietly open the sliding glass door, both cringing slightly at the chime of the alarm system that notifies when doors are opened and closed. he leads you up the stairs, daring to not make any extra noise, when he stops at his bedroom door, your shared guest room that housed the 3 other sleeping girls just 2 doors down.

“stay with me, please?” he begs, and his eyes soften. he reaches up to rub his left eye with his finger, a nervous tic of his that never goes unnoticed from you.

“of course,” you whisper, and you let him lead you through to his room.

you make your way to his bed, grabbing a pair of his sweatpants that had been thrown lazily on the floor, replacing your bikini bottoms with them, the small article joining the pile next to you. he climbs up onto the bed with you, a fresh pair of boxer briefs now on his body. he pulls you close, taking in the scent of your hair — the salt of the ocean, now mixed with his cologne — and he lets out what sounds like the largest sigh of relief of his life.

you once again feel his heartbeat against your chest, this time, the steadiness, mixed with his rhythmic breathing, lulls you into sleep.

this wasn’t the first time you two had shared a bed, but it was different, this time. as you drift off, you hoped that it wouldn’t be the last time you fell asleep with him holding you like this.

#mattias samuelsson #mattias samuelsson x reader #mattias samuelsson smut #nhl x reader #nhl smut #nhl fic #nhl fanfiction

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behoright · 1 year

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secret situationship with andrei

you, a new intern for the PTs in the hurricanes. andrei, lonely, overworked player. and lots of long hours. warnings: 18+ contains smut, mentions of injury n blood. also this is cliche as hell.

- uhhhhhhh so basically

- yes you have to get a certain amount of hours to graduate and stuff

- and your older friend is a PT for the canes so

- after the scariest interview of your life

- and lots of begging very polite asking from your friend

- you’re in

- tough job tbh

- these men have many ailments

- it takes you a while to figure out who needs what and

- how they all work and move their bodies

- but it’s easy to get accustomed to the new environment when they’re all very nice

- and welcoming

- they’re all very good at communicating and helping you out

- but also they always acknowledge you and want to know more about you

- all except

- Andrei

- oh andrei

- he’s not rude or anything like that

- he definitely said hi and introduced himself

- but he’s very quiet

- and after a couple of weeks you notice

- you work on him the most

- and he’s definitely not this quiet with anyone else

- like not any of the other staff either

- but I mean

- whatever ig

- it’s not that it doesn’t affect you but

- you’re there to do a job and that’s it

- however you see that his teammates for sure have noticed it as well

- whenever he walks in there they go quiet and there’s always a lil smirk from them

you just ignore it

- like he’s really not being rude but he’s just not friendly or ever talks to you

- he’s a lil strange???

- stares at you a lot when you think you don’t notice

- you try to push it to the back of your head and just deal with him

- it’s most likely part of the job and it won’t be the last time you’ll deal with someone like this

- one day tho

- he’s the last one out of the room

- you’re done working on his shoulder and he stands up quickly

- as he usually does

- always says thank you and bye

- you dont notice bc your back is turned to the door but

- he stops and turns around

- “so, uhhhh, what are you doing this weekend?”

- and you turn like ???????

- “oh! um, nothing much, just study, i guess”

- and before you can even ask him anything back

- “that’s good. have fun.”

- and he WALKS out

- you stand there in disbelief almost

- like okay

- in the next weeks he asks you a lil bit more

- the staring is really getting like…. a lot. But it’s only when you’re not facing him like ????

- that’s good tho you think? he’s warming up a lil bit?

- he gets hit by a puck one game and

- thankfully you don’t have to stitch him

- but he has a lovely cut on the top of his cheekbone

- the next day during morning skate it reopens

- while you’re organizing in the PT room on your own

- and he comes in

- sweaty, out of breath and bleeding

- “they open” he says

- “oh, sure”

- for some reason he decides to sit on the lil bench that’s in there

- instead of one of those high massage table things

- perhaps it’s bc he has hockey pads and skates still on and stuff

- so you got over and start working

stand in between his legs

- today tho

- he is STARING up at you

- his jaw a little slack and he’s still breathing heavy a little bit

- it’s hard to work when you have to be so close to his face

- and he is legitimately staring like not looking away once

- you try to get your hands as steady as you can

- “does that feel okay? let me know if it hurts.”

- “perfect. it feels perfect.”

- he almost whispers it asjdydbhehdebdh

- you almost sigh in relief when you get it done

- “there you go. all done”

- you say as you wipe the blood on the cheek from before and

- this man

- wraps his hands around your like jaw/neck/hair

- you know that part 😭 like when his thumb is under your ear

- and as he stands up he kisses you

- a full on kiss

- he pulls back when he’s standing up

- looks at your lips

- looks at your eyes

- kisses you again

- he breathes DEEP into the kiss oof

- after that second kiss he almost books it out of there

- just walks away

- says nothing

- doesn’t look at you

- and you’re just left standing there

- flushed, heart beating overtime, breathless

- what the hell just happened ?

- should you tell someone?

- why? and like what???????.??

- you just…. go back to what you were doing

incredulous

- he definitely avoids you after as much as he can

- awkward glances only

- when you see him he doesn’t bring anything up

- goes back to being quiet

- until you’re alone again

- “hi”

- “uhh….”

- “what can I help you with today, Andrei?”

- “uh, it’s my ankle. You know, the usual”

- so he lays down and you do the thing in silence

- you keep thinking how RIDICULOUS this is

- when you’re done…..

- “do you need anything else, Andrei? Another kiss, maybe?”

- and he does tHE STARE AGAIN

- 5, 4, 3, 2,…..

- he can’t help but sit up and kiss you again

- after that day the floodgates open

- instead of avoiding you he SEARCHES for you

- you guys sneak everywhere just to kiss and make out

- he finally opens up and he’s actually quite friendly and funny

- he hides you in storage rooms, one stall bathrooms, the PT room, empty video room….

- you guys just make out like teenagers

- you’re VERY careful not to get caught and so far it seems like no one has any idea

- but its very obvious to you both that things are starting to get a lil heated

- during your last makeout sessions he keeps pushing his body against yours

- like hard

- like.... your back hit the wall hard and he's low-key grinding on you

- but youre able to stop it before anything happens

- you guys always leave super flustered and breathless

- orrrr

- his hands start to wander a lil bit...

- from your face, then eventually your waist and now he loves to grip your hips as you guys kiss

- you can feel in the kiss too how bothered he is

- the way his tongue moves... much more aggressive

- much more spit, and biting, and even teeth

- or he'll put his hands in your hair and even grip it at times

- during the last couple of times you both moaned a little bit shh

- and he was definitely hard when he walked out

- so one night

- you're both at the arena late

- as you both usually are because yes you have things to do

- but also for your regular nightly makeout appointment

- when he walks into the PT room tonight tho

- he looks

- different

- like girl.... different

- his EYES

- much darker, much bigger

- practically black

- he doesnt say anything to you

- he just walks slowly towards you

- "uh.... Andrei?"

- finally he reaches you

- youre immobile, literally frozen

- he's actually mouth breathing dude

- his nose touches yours

- "I can't fucking wait anymore."

- "I can't pretend I don't want it."

- 4, 3, 2, 1

- he parts your lips with his tongue

- HARSH kiss

- while he grabs the back of your head

- HARSH makeout session

- grabs your waist after and immediately and puts you on the lil massage table thing

- you're both moaning already

- he RIPS your shirt open

- rips it with his hands, split right in the middle

- "fuck"

- he pulls your bra down and just starts attacking your neck, chest and tits with his lips and tongue and teeth

- he only pulls back to take off his shirt and his sweatpants come down easily thanks to you

- his cock springs out bc he is not wearing any boxers

- its huge, and red, and actually throbbing

- the flush of his cock matches the one on his heaving chest

- he pulls you down the table and turns you around so he can take your pants off

- theres a lil table next to him with a bunch of equipment and stuff and its in his way so he just shoves it out of the way and it all goes flying

- but he needs his space and he needs You most importantly

- now

- i can't even say he thought about any sort of protection srry

- he fills you up quickly

- all the way in with one thrust

- doesn't give you time to adjust but you don't care

- "you are soaked, shit"

- he thrusts so hard the slapping sound of your bodies colliding is so loud

- and you are facing the OPEN DOOR to the room

- if someone walks by you're in so much trouble

- but truly you don't even care

- because hes fucking you so hard and so good

- and he's so big

- he hits all the right spots but also makes you bend over a lil more since he is in your guts

- and he's groaning and panting behind you

- his other hand is wandering around on your body

- he grabs your tummy, or your tits, or runs it down your back, buries it in your hair

- he moves it down to your clit after spitting ON HIS FINGERS and audibly too

- applies the most pressure when he's rubbing your clit in circles

- there is no way to conceal any of your moans it just feels so good

- you're both getting sweaty too fkjvnkfjv

- safe to say you finish relatively easily and fast

- he cums with you

- straight up just

- fills you up with his cum

- you can actually hear it filling you up its so dirty

- andrei finishes with the loudest groan

- it rumbles so deep in his chest it's almost a growl

- the change between horny andrei and afterwards... dramatic

- he turns you around and he looks completely different

- "you okay? I hurt you?"

- "what? no, that felt amazing"

- and he smirks yOU KNOW THE ONE

- takes a couple of steps back and leans against the wall behind him bc he's still out of breath and hot and sweaty

- but the whole time looking at you

- you both look over at all the stuff he threw on the ground

- he chuckles before turning back to you

- "made a mess, uh?"

helps you clean it up after you get dressed bc he feels bad and he's so embarrassed

i must also say you guys were not the last people at the rink.... little did you know marty decided to stay back too....but... did he hear anything?

#andrei svechnikov #andrei svechnikov imagine #andrei svechnikov fic #andrei svechnikov x reader #andrei svechnikov smut #nhl #nhl rpf #nhl smut #nhl fic #nhl imagine #carolina hurricanes #canes #hurricanes #smut #rpf #andrei svechnikov blurb #nhl blurb #blurb #kikiwrites

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hunterrrs · 8 months

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There are always plenty of storylines surrounding the Penguins each year at training camp. One that has flown under the radar to those on the outside, but has been discussed inside the locker room, is who’s going to replace Brian Dumoulin as team DJ.

“We’ve been talking about that!” Drew O’Connor said. “It’s a job nobody really wants, because it’s a lot of pressure. It’s a thankless job. Dumo was really good.”

Right now, it sounds like defensemen P.O Joseph and Marcus Pettersson are the top-two candidates for the role that Dumoulin had filled since 2016. The person is responsible for what music comes out of the locker room speakers ahead of practices, morning skates and games to get the group in the right state of mind.

Pettersson found himself in the mix because he’s a good singer, having gotten up in front of the boys to sing karaoke a couple of times.

When fellow Swede Patric Hornqvist was with the Penguins, the guys and their significant others dressed as Abba one Halloween, and did Dancing Queen at the team party. Pettersson then hit the stage solo another time, belting out Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody for the group.

But performing and DJ’ing are two different things, which is why Pettersson thinks Joseph is a better fit.

“He knows what’s hot right now in the music industry, he follows it,” Pettersson said. “I think he’d make a great team DJ. There’s a lot of pressure that comes with the DJ spot. There’s a lot of sleepless nights trying to figure it out. We’ve got to come up with somebody. I’m not throwing myself in there, I’m throwing P.O in there.”

Joseph has the captain’s vote as well, with Sidney Crosby believing he’s the right person for the job. Letang also thinks P.O would do well.

“I'll take it,” Joseph said with a laugh and a sigh. “It's just hard sometimes. I think it's the hardest thing to do around here, to be honest.”

That’s because not only does the team DJ need a variety of songs that cover everybody’s tastes, they also have to read the mood accordingly, like playing something more upbeat if guys are tired or more chill if everyone’s feeling good.

Fortunately, Joseph has said he’s such a mood person for life in general, and that includes music. He also has diverse tastes, learning to enjoy listening to country music when he was playing junior hockey in the Maritimes; loving hip hop, rap, EDM/dance music, and indie folk; and appreciating some of the good rock classics that everybody knows the lyrics to, even if they’re not his preference.

If Joseph does take over, he would ask everyone for their preferences, and go from there.

“I would try to please everyone,” he said. “I feel like there's definitely a different side of music from every guy in the room. Dumo did a pretty good job last year just kind of asking guys what their kind of music was. I heard some 80s and some 90s rock, which is not what I usually play at home. But I guess if you just bring different types of music in the room, people will just start liking it.”

rip my sweet dumo, it’s poj’s dj era now

#po joseph #pittsburgh penguins

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drewsbuzzcut · 7 months

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Don’t You Ever Grow Up

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses fic

warnings: minor angst, mentions being scared and nervous

Lately the days have been flying so fast, you feel like you will never catch up. And maybe, you don’t want to catch up. Nolan is starting pre-school -which was something that was decided last minute- and Nolan isn’t excited about it. He starts the same day as Mat’s first day of the new season. There’s just a lot of changes happening, so you and Mat decided to spend the day, before all the change, as a family day. More specifically, whatever Nolan wanted to do.

You feel so bad for your baby, he’s really nervous about starting school. You can’t help but feel guilty for the way he’s feeling. Mat has been quick to soothe you, assuring you that this time was coming and there was no stopping it. Mat is great in that way. In all ways, really. He’s so quick to make sure you and the kids are feeling loved and happy.

“Mommy?” Nolan opens your bedroom door, peeking behind it.

“Mommy’s still asleep, buddy. Is everything okay?” Mat whispers, his body propped up by his elbow as his body is faced toward your sleeping figure. He was watching you sleep as you’ve been deprived of it lately.

“Cuddle?” Nolan asks, seemingly shy.

“If you can squeeze between me and mom,” Mat teases, chuckling.

Nolan comes charging to your bed, happily climbing up. He does, however, wake you up in the process. You feel his tiny body nuzzle next to yours, so you bring a hand to card through his hair.

“Good morning, Nolie bear,” you kiss the top of his head.

“Morning mommy. I love you. I love you, daddy,” he says through a yawn.

“I love you.”

“I love you, little man,” you and Mat say at the same time.

Nolan rolls into Mat’s arms, pulling you with him for a Nolan sandwich. It brings out the happiest giggles from your oldest.

Sloane’s cries ring from the baby monitor, which will also trigger Angel’s cries. Mat volunteers to attend to them while you cuddle in bed with your first baby.

“What do you want to do today, baby? Anything you want,” you ask him.

He looks up at you with excited eyes, nervously asking, “can we go skating?”

He has been begging you and Mat to take him out on the ice for the first time, especially after getting his very own hockey kit from his grandma for Christmas last year. You’ve been very hesitant all while Mat’s been patiently waiting.

“You know what, Nolan? I think that’d actually be a great idea, and I think daddy will be really excited,” you say to him, booping his nose.

His face scrunches up, his arms wrapping around you the best they can.

“Can we join in on this cuddle sesh?” Mat asks, holding Sloane and AJ in each arm.

Sloane is already dozing off, as per usual when she’s in her daddy’s arms, and Angel is watching you with his head leaning on Mat’s shoulder.

“Actually, we all need to get ready. It’s a very important day. We’re taking Nolan out on the ice for the first time,” you say nonchalantly, but Mat perks up and hands Sloane over to you so you can feed her.

“I will get the boys dressed and fed, and I will get Sloane ready after she eats. Thank you, baby, I’m really excited,” he rambles, nose scrunching up the same way Nolan’s was.

“I love you,” you beck him over for a kiss.

“I love you.”

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“Daddy, I’m kinda scared. Don’t let go,” Nolan mumbles, clutching onto the sleeves of Mat’s hoodie.

He’s not so confident on skates, but Mat’s doing a great job at guiding him.

You’re seated on the bench, Sloane extra bundled up in her car seat and Angel perched on your lap, cuddled in your arms. He watches with wide eyes, already captivated by the skates on ice.

“Baby, look at daddy and Nolie,” you point them out to him, and he does his little dance and giggles.

“Dada!” Angel screeches, gathering Mat’s attention, so he waves in your direction.

“Okay, Nolan, I think it’s time for you to go by yourself. Don’t worry, I’ll be right behind you to catch you if you fall,” Mat squats down and stares into Nolan’s eyes.

Nolan’s lips quiver and his eyes get watery as he looks your way.

“Maybe mommy doesn’t want me to. I should ask her,” he mumbles, pulling on Mat’s hand.

“Hey, baby, Nolan wants to know if you think he should do his first solo skate, with me at a close enough distance to catch him,” he says to you.

“My boy, I love you,” you kiss Nolan’s cheek.

“I think you should try to skate on your own, only if you want to, though. Don’t feel like you have to, and don’t feel like you can’t because you’re worried about me. Mommy gets nervous, but that’s because it’s my job. If you want to skate, then skate,” you say to him.

“Okay, mommy. I skate like a big boy!”

“There you go!”

“C’mon, bud, let’s go make mommy proud,” Mat gives you a parting kiss and sets Nolan back on his skate-clad feet.

Nolan stumbles his first few tries, but each time he picks himself back up. It’s when he's down to his last couple minutes on the ice, that he finally skates for a whole minute on his own. You’ve never been so happy to see his proud smile. Your husband lifts his son in the air, spinning him around while kissing his cheek. When they get back to you, you pull Nolan in for a long hug. You want to cry just thinking about how fast he’s growing up.

“You did so good,” you whisper for Nolan to hear, but you’re also looking into your husband’s eyes, so he knows you’re talking to him, too.

Later that night, you go out for pizza and take Nolan to his favorite toy store. People probably think you’re crazy with the way you’re always snapping pictures, but you desperately needed a reminder of the day.

Back at home, you and Mat give all the kids a bath and get them tucked into bed. Last is Nolan, as per his request. It’s his way of making sure he gets your full attention.

You’re combing Nolan’s dark, brown hair in your bed when Mat exits from his own shower. He throws himself on the bed and you laugh at the way Nolan laughs at him.

“Mommy, can I sleep in here tonight?” His hazel eyes peer into yours, and you think about the day you first saw them in the hospital.

“Of course, my love.”

“Mommy, I’m scared,” he whispers, but Mat clearly hears him because he’s sitting up in an instant, pulling Nolan into his arms.

He holds him like he did when he was a baby, you tear up at the sight.

“Why are you scared, bub?”

“I don’t want to be by myself tomorrow at school,” he explains.

“It’ll only be for a little while. Me and daddy will be there to pick you up afterwards,” you assure him.

“Promise?” He mumbles, eyes getting a little red.

“Of course, baby. Me and daddy will drop you off and pick you up. You won’t be gone for too long and you’ll be doing a lot of fun activities,” you assure him, kissing his forehead.

He only nods his head, nuzzling himself into Mat’s bare chest. It’s been a while since they’ve had skin to skin contact, so you know they’re both enjoying their time together. Especially since Mat’s been getting busier and busier, you know Nolan needs his time with him.

“I go to sleep,” he whispers and a few minutes later, he’s knocked out in Mat’s arms, his head over his heart.

“Today was amazing,” Mat whispers.

“It was. I’m glad I got a lot of pictures.”

“Remember when I took you out on the ice for the first time? I remember you being scared just like Nols. He reminds me a lot of you,” he says to you.

You scoff and playfully shove at him, careful not to wake your boy.

“That’s funny being that he looks exactly like you, but yes I remember. I had fun then, too.”

“I love you so much, Y/n. Thank you for making me a father.”

“I love you.”

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Luckily, your best friend offered to watch over your two youngest so you and Mat can peacefully take Nolan to his first day of school.

During the car ride there, you sat in the back with him, letting him chatter to get his nerves out. Nothing prepared you for the way he latched onto Mat on the walk over to his classroom. Mat is trying so hard not to cry, his nose pressed in the crook of Nolan’s neck, committing his smell to memory. You’re walking behind them, your hand clutched in your sons.

“Please promise me you’ll be back,” he mutters, sadly, eyes starting to tear up.

“We promise. We’ll be here. We love you so much, Nolan. Have fun and make some new friends,” Mat says, kissing his cheek before letting you pull him into a hug.

“Have fun, baby boy, we’ll see you later,” with that, you part ways with your sons, your hand tightly held in Mat’s.

When you make it back to your vehicle, Mat pulls you into his body, his face burying itself in your neck and his shoulders shaking as he cries.

You run your hands up and down his back, kissing his temple, and letting out a few tears of your own.

“He’s not a baby anymore. Why does this hurt so much?” He mumbles against your skin.

“I know, baby. I’m sad, too. Just yesterday we were bringing him home from the hospital, scared out of our minds. He’s going to do so good, though,” you respond, pulling his head out of your neck to kiss his lips.

“We should get out of here before someone files a complaint about our pda,” Mat teases after spending a few minutes too long kissing you.

“Let’s go cuddle our little ones. We know now that time flies by,” you mutter and Mat agrees.

a/n: This is soooo late so sorry about that. I hope y’all enjoy!!

#mat barzal fanfiction #mat barzal blurb #mat barzal fluff #mat barzal angst #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal smut #mat barzal imagine #mat barzal fic #mat barzal #nhl imagine #nhl fic #new york islanders #visceral in doses

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footygirl114 · 1 year

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Capitana (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

It’s me, hi, I‘m the problem! I have been so freaking busy that I haven't had time to do anything, but today I got reminded of this prompt and it stuck with me and I had to get it out. I can definitely add more to this story, but I wanted to post something for y’all, so we can consider this a part 1. If you are a below deck lover then I hope I have done it justice!!

As you were standing on the stern of your boat waiting with your crew you were dreading the upcoming charter. You had seen the preference sheets and you knew that you were waiting on a group of 8 footballers, the last batch of footballers you had were awful and demanding so you were dreading.

You had worked your way up in the yachting industry starting as a deckhand. You have been fighting your way up the male dominated career ladder getting passed over for jobs when you were the better candidate, until 3 years ago you were able to finally take the leap and become captain on a super yacht based in the Mediterranean. You got to where you were because you weren’t afraid to do things your way and your current owner knew that and loved it.

The charters you have been the captain for have been nothing but successful. You had curated a reputation of being cold but amazing with guests, which has meant that your crew was like a well oiled machine. Normally you were excited about picking up new guests, you loved to meet a variety of people but you mostly loved the look on their face when they had the time of their life all because of a female captain.

That reaction was either in awe at a female captain or in complete disbelief that a female captain was able to provide this kind of service. The second reaction was your favourite, which is why taking a group of footballers on a 5 day trip to Ibiza did not excite you. They would not be in disbelief but it was more likely that they picked your boat because they knew you provided private excellent service.

You lived and breathed boating, it didn’t mean you weren’t into sports but being Canadian you were a hockey fan more than football. You knew of female footballers so you recognised the names coming on the boat, but you didn’t know what to expect.

When you were waiting with the crew to board you could hear your Chief stew and the chef talking about how good of players they were. You listened in and knew that you had some of the top players in the world coming on your boat, that excited you.

Before you had any time to think about it some more you could see the group walk across the gang way on to your boat. You were immediately met with a group of very good looking, fit players. You immediately jumped into your role and allowed them to introduce themselves to you and your crew. Once that was done you started the introduction.

“Good afternoon! Welcome aboard Serendipity, I am your Captain for your journey and I am excited to have you on board! This is Kate and she’s the chief stew and she will take you on a tour of the boat” you finish your introductions and allow Kate to jump in.

While she’s talking you can’t help but notice the last player that walked on the boat, she had introduced her self as Alexia. You were intrigued by her expressive eyes and quiet demeanour. You could tell within the first 5 minutes that she had a quiet leadership about her, and that the rest of the players respected her.

When they started their tour of the boat and she met your eyes you knew you were in trouble, it felt like she could see into your soul with one lock of eyes. Before you could break eye contact she shot you a wink flustering you to the point you almost stumbled over your bosun as you turned to get away. Feeling your cheeks redden you mumbled an apology and then said to the crew “Were off the dock in 15!” as you strode away to captains nest.

You got the boat off the dock, and then spent the next few hours remaining up in the bridge doing work, not hiding out. When you finally emerged it was before sunset and you had just docked the boat for the night off the coast of Ibiza. You headed toward the swim platform where your crew was getting it set up as the guests wanted to swim before they got ready for dinner.

You knew the guests were enjoying sunbathing while you were driving the boat, but didn’t think twice about coming to make sure they were okay. You forgot that they would all be in bikinis and being professional athletes they were all ripped. Normally you could ignore this with your guests as you were a professional and able to compartmentalise. Yet seeing Alexia in a bikini you short circuited, almost like you were back in high school seeing the girl who made you realise you were into girls in her bikini.

Feeling the heat on your cheeks you blushed watching her dive off the back of the boat into the water. Luckily you got pulled away and had to help one of your crew with something before you could do something stupid, like jump in after her. Once you were done with them in the locker, you emerged back on the swim platform as she was getting out of the water climbing on the ladder, with water dripping down. It was like one of those scenes from a movie.

She noticed you and smiled and stopped in front of you with a “hola Captain.” You could feel her eyes running up and down your uniform.

“hi” you muttered out feeling your cheeks burn at her appraisal and you turned grabbing her a towel handing it to her.

She took it with a smile and a “gracias” as she used it to wrap her around her self.

Once her abs were covered up you felt more confident in holding a conversation and you ask her “how was the water?”

“Perfect, I am jealous of you being on the water all the time” she says with a smile as she moves beside you so you can both look out over the water.

You smile and tell her “well I grew up in Canada and spent most of my time on frozen lakes, so this is paradise.”

She laughs and you immediately know you want to hear that sound again, she then says “I can understand why you want to work on the med then”

“Oh you can?” you ask her with a raised eyebrow.

She turns towards you and says “I can, its beautiful out here” she waves her arms around but her eyes remain locked on you and you can feel the flush on your cheeks again.

You are saved by your radio going off, and one of your crew needing you. “Sorry, I gotta go” you tell her with a smile and a shrug of your shoulder.

She smiles and says “of course captain, duty calls.”

You smile and send her a wink as you turn and head up the steps towards where you were called. As you are walking all you can think about is her smile and laugh and you know that you are going to enjoy this trip more than you thought.

Later that night, you had thought most of the guests had gone to bed as it was quiet and after midnight, you were still up reading under the moonlight. You had changed into sweatpants and a hoodie, so you take the chance to sneak to the kitchen to get a mug of tea before you go to sleep.

You make it to the kitchen and make your tea without being seen. You are heading back up the stairs towards your cabin when you hear above you on the steps “Hola.” you look up and meet the eyes of Alexia, who is in her pjs.

You step up to the step below her and pause looking up at her asking “what are you doing up?”

She smile down at you and puts her hands on your upper arms pulling you up to be on the same step as her as she says “I was coming to see you Y/N”

Smiling you ask her “yeah?” and you turn and place you tea on the table beside you.

Placing her hands on your hips she pulls you into her and whispers “yeah” before she closes the distance and presses her lips to yours. You wrap your hands around her neck and deepen the kiss. You get lost in her for a few minutes before you hear a radio a floor below you.

You break the kiss and look at her and tell her “I’ve missed you Ale, will you come stay with me and sneak out in the morning?”

She smiles and says “yes, I’ve missed you too hermosa. I hate when your on week long charters.”

You hear movement again below you and say “Come with me” you tell her and pull her by her hand to your cabin. You get there and close the door behind her and she immediately lies on her back on your bed. You smile and tell her “I really like you in my bed Ale.”

She opens her arms and you slide into them as she says “I’ve missed sleeping beside you hermosa” as she presses a kiss to your head.

You smile and settle deeper into her, as she adjusts the covers around you and reaches over to turn the light off. You smile and press a kiss to her cheek and whisper “goodnight babe”

Pressing another kiss to your head she whispers “goodnight captain.” Listening to her breathing even out you thought back to when you met.

You had met the football star 3 months ago, at a farmers market in town. You both got to talking while waiting for smoothies, one thing led to another and it was midnight and you had been on the best unexpected date of your life. It took her less than 12 hours to reach out to you and the rest is history.

With her status, and you being involved in customer service of high end clientele, you both decided to keep it quiet until you both felt comfortable coming forward. She didn’t even know until the day before the charter that it was your boat she was one. Someone else planned the trip and she was added on last minute.

You knew the next few days would be hard trying not to show everyone you were falling deeply for the football star, while also trying to keep your hands to yourself. That was a tomorrow problem and tonight you were going to enjoy falling asleep beside her after a week of being at sea without her.

#woso #woso imagine #woso imagines #woso x reader #Alexia Putellas #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas x reader #espwnt x reader #barca femeni

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nicohischierz · 11 months

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you’re on your own kid: hughes sister

a wide smile fixed itself on your face as you heard the sound of cars pulling up in the driveway. the sound could only mean one thing.

your brothers were home.

immediately, you ran outside to greet them. the last you saw all your brothers were during summer last year. seeing as jack and luke were getting ready for playoffs they couldn't make it to your graduation and quinn got held up in vancouver.

never the less, you waved at your brothers and offered them a large smile. only to be brushed aside as they discussed what to do once their friends arrived.

once summer had officially begun, the lake house was filled with jack's teammates and luke's teammates with quinn inviting a handful of friends as well.

to you, it felt weird how one second your younger brother would need your constant help with everything but now that he moved away he barely acknowledged you.

jack always tends to forget his siblings when he's around his friends. it wasn't something he did on purpose but subconsciously he wanted the two separated.

quinn was the only one who made an effort to make you feel welcome. that's how you found yourself sitting beside your older brother around the fire.

"you ever think of leaving?" he asked. the question was purely innocent but it was one that you had pondered on for a long time. it took one glance around you to realise that if you left michigan you didn't know when you would see your brothers again.

you were home alone. again.

your brothers and friends had found a party to attend and left. whilst you weren't necessarily planning on joining them as you had an interview, it would have been nice for them to acknowledge you.

"y/n/n, you're going to miss your flight if you keep waiting for them," your mother pointed out. you didn't want to believe that your brother's would forget today.

today was the day you were leaving.

the day you followed your dreams and you only wished they were here for this day like you were for theirs.

but alas as you scrolled through instagram one last time, you caught sight of your brother's on their boat laughing with their friends without a care in the world.

You're on your own, kid You always have been

the words only fully sunk in when you moved into your new house. you had always been y/n hughes, sister to luke, quinn and jack hughes, hockey superstars.

but now you were y/n hughes, trainee athletic trainer for the buffalo sabres.

you had time to get settled into your job during training amp where you met some of the sabres prospects. but as training camp started, you knew you were in for a ride.

you followed your supervisor as he ran through all the current injuries in the team and the players who liked to frequent around the trainers just in case something happens.

it had now been two months with zero contact from luke and jack. quinn would drop short messages, reminders to be good to your parents and not to overwork yourself.

did he not know you graduated? or that you had moved to a different state and gotten a job?

but at least he reached out to you.

working for the sabres meant that you would be working owen power again. the tall boy had taken it upon himself to introduce you to his new friends.

one that stood out to you was jack quinn.

it wasn't the fact that his name was composed of two of your brother's names. no. it was because he had frequented your instagram likes.

"are you okay?" he asked one day. you just nodded and wiped the tears from your eyes.

the season was in full swing and the sabres had been in the top five. of the standings for the past three months. they had won all but one preseason game and they were scoring big numbers.

jack quinn had become a frequent visitor of yours as he came to you for different stretches before warm-ups. he had gone as far as including you in his pregame routine.

you thought you and jack had a good relationship.

the two of you would go out for dinner together or grab a cup of coffee whenever you were free. but your heart shattered the moment a picture went viral of him with another girl.

so there you sat in your apartment

alone. again.

#hughes sister imagine #luke hughes imagine #quinn hughes imagine #jack hughes imagine #nicohischierz writes

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bitchinbarzal · 10 months

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Here’s an angst idea

After having Wyatt, Mama B, and Mat decided that it was best if Mama B stepped back from her job so that someone could care for their kids 24/7.

Once Hockey season resumes, the weight of everything started to fall on Mama B a lot. 4 kids, and you’re practically a single mother. You have 2 kids in school with active hobbies, a clingy two-year-old and a newborn.

Her husband? He’s either on a roadie or going home late after celebratory drinks.

Then, they had a big fight one night. Mean things were said but Mama B’s stand is “You get to enjoy your life and career while I have to sacrifice mine. I love the kids but isn’t fair and I fear I’m losing my self of identity.”

After Wyatt was born, you’d decided to take the same six month break you’d taken with all of the other kids but as the time went on you felt like you should stay home and be with the kids.

So, you decided to take a leave of absence from the team indefinitely.

In the beginning, it was all fine. You were soaking up the newborn phase and then the off season came around so you didn’t feel any different.

When the season started back up again, Mat would come home telling you all about his day at the rink and you couldn’t help but become sort of jealous. You wondered what your boys were doing, how were the new guys getting on?

You loved Wyatt, this wasn’t about her. It was about feeling isolated from your friends, work and social life.

You sat at home alone watching stories of the devils on road trips, of your husband out drinking with his friends while you were surrounded by your sleeping kids.

During the day, you felt like you didn’t get a moment to breathe. Ryder had hockey practice almost every single night and Ivy was doing something if it was dancing, piano lessons or something. Along with the fact that the kids were still taking ASL lessons on top of all of that.

On Sunday Mat had an afternoon game and by the time he’d returned home you had already made the kids dinner and cleaned up, everything Mat promised to help with.

He walks in and the house is silent, apart from Wyatt’s gurgling.

When he enters the kids playroom he sees them all, you included having a conversation solely in sign language.

He frowns, not being able to depict the whole sentence only a few words.

“What you guys talking about?”

You all turn to look at him, you bounce wyatt in your arms.

“We’re telling Bailey a bedtime story!” Ivy announces proudly.

“You are?” He asks, walking in and picking Bailey up into his lap.

Bailey begins signing to Mat but his dad only frowns “I-I’m sorry bud I don’t know what you’re saying”

“Mat, he can’t hear you” you grumble “He’s not got his cochlear in”

Before Mat can defend himself, try and sign something to Bailey you take the toddler and mumble something about putting him to bed.

When you come back down, Mat has sent the two older kids to the playroom to watch a movie while Wyatt sleeps soundly in her bassinet by the couch.

You begin pottering around, cleaning the kids mess when Mat speaks “What did you get up to today?”

You don’t look up when you say “Same shit, different day”

He chuckles softly “they can be a little much huh?”

You scowl “and how would you know?”

Mat looks taken a back at your tone “what?”

“How would you know, Mat? How would you know what our kids are like; it’s not like you’re ever around”

You drop the rag in your hand and stare at him wildly “Well?”

He stutters “What is wrong with you?”

You let out a loud and tired sigh “What is wrong with me, Mathew is that I am tired! I’m so tired, I’ve never stopped all day since the day we brought Wyatt home and now you’re telling me you know what our kids are like as if you’re ever around!”

“I’m around-“ you laugh at that, laughing so hard you need to hold your stomach.

Mat stands there, looking like Bailey does when he’s in trouble until you stop “Oh sorry, that was a funny joke”

“It wasn’t a joke”

You point “no, you see it was a huge joke just like you Mat”

“You’re being so rude right now” is all he says and you pout, somewhat mocking him

“You know what’s rude Mat? The fact you can’t even speak to your own son” you shrug “because you’re not home to take the lessons that we agreed we would all take for Bailey!”

“I’m busy at the-“

“At the rink yes I know! I know Mat, because I wish I was at the rink, I wish I was with my team, I wish I was still at work!” You cried, angry tears lining your eyes.

He gapes “You’re mad I’m doing my job?”

“No!” You almost scream “I am not mad at you for doing your job, I’m mad at you because you stopped me from doing mine!”

“The NHL was my childhood dream y/n!”

You sob “It was mine too, Mat”

Both of your chests are rising with rapids breaths “I-I love you, Mathew and I love our kids. We have four beautiful babies here with us, but I cannot keep playing a backup role in the Mat show. I won’t do it”

Mat stands up straighter “The Mat show” he mocks “Like I haven’t always done the things you wanted, we moved house because you needed to work in jersey instead of New York, I gave up so much time chasing you while I was a rookie, everything-“

It hurt hearing that, that he felt like winning you over was an inconvenience.

“I never wanted you to chase me mat, and if you’re so resentful of it then maybe we would’ve been better of if you hadn’t tried”

His heart breaks a little, your suggestion that life would be better if you weren’t together definitely stung.

“You get to enjoy your life and career while I have to sacrifice mine, Mathew. I love the kids and I love you but all of this isn’t fair and I fear I’m losing my self of identity”

Mat is rendered speechless, he’s not sure what to say so he asks “Well What do we do now?”

You shrug “I don’t know, I’m going to put the kids to bed”

A little over an hour later you reappear at the kitchen door and he’s sitting with his hands grasping his hair waiting for you. When he hears you his head shoots up to look at you, eyes falling on the bag in your hand.

“Where are You going?”

You shake your head “Not me, you. I think it’s best if you find somewhere else to live for a little while Mat, give us some space”

“You don’t mean that, we can talk about this” he is almost begging and you.

You drop the bag on the floor and sigh “Please Mat, don’t make this harder than it needs to be”

“It should be hard! We need to fight for our marriage y/n”

“No, Mathew we don’t. Text me your training schedule for the next week and we can sort something out with the kids, Wyatt won’t be able to stay over night because she’s breastfeeding but the rest of them are fine”

Mat doesn’t know what to say, he’s at a loss for words this wasn’t angry words you were saying you were calm, collected and thinking this all through.

He was standing right in front of you. His fingers ghosted over your cheeks and he could feel your tears.

“Baby-“

“Please” you whispered “Please just go, I can’t do this”

So he did, and it hurt him so much to go but if that’s what you wanted he would do it. He went into the kids rooms and kissed them all goodnight before he left, residing at an Airbnb that he managed to find on such short notice.

he spent the entire night awake, looking through your Facebook at your wedding photos, you babies pictures all through tears he watched as his family slowly slipped further away from him and he wasn’t sure he could get a grasp on them again.

#mat and mama #life with ivy

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