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ilyasorokinn · 1 year

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andrei “all star” svechnikov , andrei svechnikov

note, finally my all-star fic is here! this year, it was between sid, svech, ilya and petey. i did write a petey blurb, so go check it out. if you want. anyways, i hope you enjoy. another note, this fic is part of the "mr. and mrs. svechnikov" series. check out this masterlist for more. in this fic, theo is around 4 while ana is 3. pair, andrei svechnikov x reader summary, the svechnikovs go to their first all-star game together. warnings, children/kids word count, 2717 words

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Andrei, the entire way home, was tying to figure out a clever way to tell you he had been invited to the All-Star games. It came to him as he turned down the street of your house.

He quickly pulled into the dirveway and hooked his phone up to the speakers. He made it to the doorway when he finally pressed play on the song.

"Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid"

He heard you let out a scream when the song first started and laughed, pushing the door open to find you gaping at him from the living room, "What the hell?!"

"I'm an All-Star, baby!" He exclaimed.

"There are so many better ways you could have done that." You tried to slow your beating heart. Even your watch was asking if you were okay due to your elevated heartrate.

"Oh, come on, it was funny." He pointed out.

"We'll get back to that when I'm not about to have a heart attack."

After the initial shock, you were excited. You were going on a paid vacation, most expenses were paid for (most) and the climate was set for hot and even hotter so you were excited, to say the least.

Because the Canes were playing till the very last second, you didn't get into Florida until Thursday morning, but you were set to stay until the next Thursday.

The moment you stepped off the plane, there were cameras everywhere, all part of the Canes media or the NHL media. Andrei held Anastaisa's hand and helped her down the stairs, flashing them a professional smile. You stood behind Theo, watching him carefully climb down the stairs behind his sister.

After you got settled into your hotel room, you went with Andrei to media. You weren't normally allowed to be with him, but exceptions were made.

The three of you stood off to the side, watching him and looking around at everyone else who was doing media. Theo ran up and hugged Andrei's leg, looking up at all the reporters nervously. Andrei, not wanting to lose his train of thought, only placed a comforting hand on Theo's head, acknowledging him.

When all the questioning was over, the Canes media wanted to get some shots of him "Is it okay if we ask Theo and Anastasia a question?" One of the media people asked, "We're asking all the kids questions and putting together a little compilation."

Once they were given the okay, the cameras were on Theo and Anastasia. Andrei was crouching next to them as Theo held an iconic tiny microphone for both of them.

"So, Theo, tell us, who are you most excited to see this weekend?" Theo looked around at all the other tables to see who else was at the event.

"Crosby." He answered, "And Ovi, oh, and Marner!" Theo exclaimed happily.

"And what about you, Anastasia?"

Anastasia pondered the question for a second before answering, "Moose and Juice," She stated.

Andrei smiled in response before translating, "Mikko Rantanen and Juuse Saros."

Theo tugged on Andrei's pant leg, grabbing his attention and everyone else's as well, "Can we go swimming now, daddy?" Theo asked.

Everyone laughed, "Yeah, we can go swimming, buddy."

Theo had stated that he wanted to walk the carpet with Andrei where all the fans would be and all the paparazzi would be before the Skills competition.

You got him dressed in his best outfit, one which he chose specifically for this situation, "Will people ask for my autograph?" He asked excitedly.

"I don't know, buddy." You tied his shoe as he answered all his questions best you could, "But I do know you're gonna get your picture taken by all those people with cameras."

"Really?" His face lit up.

"Yeah, really." You nodded, a smile finding its way onto your face.

"Like daddy?"

"Just like daddy." You nodded, smoothing down his hair.

When both Andrei and Theo were ready, both you and Anastasia sent them off, with a promise of seeing each other in a couple hours. You got yourself and Anastasia ready before you headed over to the arena.

She was sporting one of the jerseys you had customized with "Little Svech" on the back with the number 37. You waited for Andrei and Theo in the hallway near the locker room.

As more and more players started filing out of the room, her eyes would go wide as they walked past, giving each of them a high-five, even if she didn't know who they were.

"Mommy, you see?" She jumped up and down as she gave Kirill Kaprizov a high-five.

"I did." You nodded, before spotting Andrei and Theo coming out of the locker room, "Look, there's papa and Theo." She whipped around and ran over to greet them.

Andrei was wearing a reverse retro Canes jersey and a hat while Theo wore his matching "Little Svech" jersey.

"Mommy, mommy!" Theo ran over to you the best he could in skates.

"What, what?" You asked.

"I met Breadman and Hughesy," Theo told you excitedly.

"Did you really? Wow."

"We missed Sid and Ovi." He frowned.

"That's okay, I'm sure you'll meet them soon." You reassured. You turned your attention back to Andrei who was smiling so big, and opened your mouth to say something but switched your attention to Theo and Anastasia who were excitedly talking to each other about all the people they met.

"Hey, I have an idea," You grabbed their attention, "Do you guys wanna be with papa out on the ice or do you want to sit with me in the stands?" You knew the answer before you asked the question.

They each latched onto one of Andrei's legs in response, to which both you and Andrei both laughed, "All right, I'll see you both later. Be good." They both nodded, "Listen to the adults in charge." They wrapped their arms around you, "Love you." You kissed their heads.

"Bye, mommy." They each kissed your cheek.

You stood up to meet Andrei. You wrapped your arms around him, "Skate really fast." You told him.

He laughed, "I'll try." He responded, "And don't worry about them, I've got them. Have fun, or as much as you can."

"I'll have two beers in your honor." You pulled your head away, with a smile on your face, so you could look him in the eyes.

"Sounds good." He leaned down and kissed you softly before you both pulled away.

You found your spot rather quickly and took a sip of your beer. From the ice, Anastasia spotted you and waved enthusiastically. You laughed, waving back to her.

"She's cute." The woman sitting next to you commented.

"Thank you." You beamed.

Down on the ice, Theo and Anastasia were having the time of their lives, hanging out with all the other kids and meeting all the other hockey players.

Theo and Anastasia were sitting on the bench, Ilya Sorokin sitting in between them, babysitter. At the same time, Andrei participated in his skill, snacking on ice cream bars as they watched the fastest skaters.

"Ooh." Anastasia winced when Cale Makar tripped and went flying into the boards. She looked up at Ilya, who laughed at her reaction. She giggled in response.

Kevin Fiala skated around the rink, and both Anastasia and Theo enjoyed it, but when they saw their dad step up to the starting line, they jumped up off the bench and started cheering.

"Papa!" They both jumped up and down, garnering the attention of people around them, who simply smiled at the two of them.

They didn't stop once as he skated around the rink. They only stopped when he skated over to where they were. They all looked up at the jumbotron and saw that he was now in first place.

"Wow." Theo gasped, and Andrei smiled proudly.

After Stephenson and Larkin went, Fiala and Andire were announced as the two finalists, "Go fast, papa." Anastasia told her father

"I will." Andrei laughed, kissing each of their heads once again. He skated out to the center of the ice with Fiala.

Andrei wanted to win it, but in the back of his mind, he knew that his 3 biggest supporters would be proud of him regardless of what happened.

Kevin Fiala went first and got 14.114. Andrei lined up behind the line and took a deep breath before he skated as fast as his legs could carry him.

He blocked out the sounds of people cheering and all the eyes on him and just skated. He skated until he made it back to the starting/finish line.

Once the timer stopped, he slowed down and looked up at the big jumbotron to see his time. He couldn't help but smile when he saw the 13.699 in big numbers.

He could practically hear Anastasia and Theo cheering from their seats and jumping up and down. He skated back over to the bench to do the interview but waved over across the bench to Theo and Anastasia whose smiles were almost as big as his.

"Andrei you realize, with Brady looking at you, you just outworked every single guy here with that lap. How do you feel right now?" Kevin, the reporter asked.

"I think I just got lucky, to be honest." He could hear his own voice come through the loudspeakers around the arena, "But I would never expect to win this, and I'm kind of excited."

"You know everybody around the league now is going to look at you as a Speedster. Are you ready for that title?" Kevin asked.

"Ah no, I'm not sure if they're gonna look at that" Andrei chuckled.

"Wow, great job congratulations, your first All-Star Game. You're the fastest skater." Kevin shook his hand.

"Thank you so much. Appreciate it." Andrei nodded.

After the tournament and the rest of the challenges, you waited in the tunnel near the locker room with a few of the other partners. You were talking with Johnny Gaudreau's wife while you waited for the rest of your family to come out of the locker room.

When Andrei finally exited the locker room, he was dressed and carrying both sleeping children in his arms. Your heart swooned when Andrei smiled.

He handed Anastasia off to you, "I have to get my bag, but I'll be back." He turned to head back into the locker room, but you grabbed his hand gently to stop him.

He looked confused as he turned around, "I'm proud of you, All-Star." You whispered, leaning up and kissing his cheek.

The next day, Anastasia and Theo were up bright and early. Jumping out of their bed and into yours, "Wake up!" They both shouted, jumping up and down.

You groaned, shoving your head under the pillow, "You promised us chocolate chip pancakes last night." Even though your eyes were closed and you couldn't Theo's face,

"Why did we do that again?" You reached over and softly punched Andrei in the shoulder who was in a similar position as you.

"To get them to sleep." He replied, his voice muffled by the pillow.

"Come on, come on!" Theo jumped off the bed and grabbed Andrei's arm, trying to pull him out of bed.

You both eventually pulled yourselves out of bed and got yourselves ready then took Theo and Anastasia down to get breakfast. After breakfast and spending some time at the pool, it was time to get ready for the game.

Andrei got ready a little quicker because he had to be at the arena a little earlier than you had to be, but he helped Theo get ready before he left.

"Goodbye, I love you both." He kissed each of their heads, "Be good for your mom. I'll see you on the ice." He booped Anastasia on the nose, making her giggle.

"And I love you, too." He turned his attention to you, "I'll see you later."

"See you on the ice." You kissed him, hugging him and savoring the feeling of him being there with you, "Love you, too."

Theo was sitting next to you chowing down on some popcorn while Anastasia stood on your legs, dancing to the music blasting through the speakers.

"Stormy!" Theo pointed a few rows over to the familiar mascot. That caught the mascot's attention, and he looked up. Theo waved erratically. Stormy finished the interaction he was having and then made his way up to your row.

You were luckily sitting at the end of the row, so Stormy sat down on the steps next to your seats after giving Theo and Anastasia big hugs. Theo and Stormy talked (which was more just Theo talking and Stormy nodding along) while you waited for the first game to start.

Al the set pieces were set up on the ice already so you waited excitedly as Anastasia babbled and danced away. The lights eventually dimmed, and Theo screeched, clamoring into his seat, holding tight to Stormy's hand.

The Central Division was announced first, then Atlantic, then finally Metropolitan, "From the Carolina Hurricanes, Andrei Svechnikov!" Andrei skated out from the big monitors.

Theo stood up in his seat and cheered loudly. Stormy jumped up and down with him, "Look, papa." You laughed, pointing down to the ice. Anastasia followed your finger down to Andrei. She giggled, looking up at you.

After all the games and Takchuk was named MVP, Andrei was in media, Theo sitting happily in his lap, "How was your first Al-Star game, Svech?"

"it was great, I had a lot of fun, and getting to bring the kids along is a plus."

"What're you gonna do now that you have a week-long break?"

"We're going to Disney World." He laughed, eliciting a laugh from the reporters in the room.

"I'm sure Theo and Ana are excited."

"So excited." Andrei nodded.

Theo tugged on Andrei's shirt sleeve and Andrei bent down, his ear to Theo's mouth, "Ovi and Sid." He whispered, but his whispering wasn't very quiet.

The reporters chuckled, "We'll go find them later." Andrei whispered back before turning back to the reporters.

"We won't keep you for long, Andrei. Seems like Theo is excited." Andrei nodded appreciatively.

"Thank you." He picked Theo up and exited the room.

The TikTok of the kids answering who they would want to see the most went viral, and in particular, Theo and Anastasia went viral. Most of the comments were saying that now Theo and Anastasia had to meet their favorite players, so the media set it up.

You and Andrei led Theo and Anastasia to the ice where Sid, Ovi, Mikko, and Juuse were waiting to meet their Number one fans, media all around you.

Theo let out a gasp when the rink came into view and he saw Ovi and Sid standing on the ice. Anastasia heard and turned her head to the ice.

"Juice and Moose!" She announced your presence, causing the four players to turn to you. All of you laughed as they skated over to meet you halfway.

Theo, suddenly shy, hid behind Andrei's legs as Sid bent down in front of him, "Hi, Theo."

"Hi." Theo waved shyly.

"I heard you were a big fan." Theo nodded. Ovi produced a puck and handed it to Theo. Theo reached out and took it.

"What do you say?" Andrei whispered down to him.

"Thank you," Theo responded.

"You're very welcome." They both smiled.

Anastasia was just as starstruck as Theo, hiding her face in your neck as Mikko and Juuse stood in front of her. They both smiled as Juuse produced a puck and handed it to her.

"Thank you." She responded.

"You're welcome, Ana." They both smiled, "It was nice to meet you."

She only smiled, clutching the puck to her chest. You smiled down at her, "Wow, Ana. You met Juice and Moose." She beamed. Theo bounced up and down as he flashed you his puck, "Wow, look at that! They both signed it!"

"We have to add it to my collection." He told you.

"We'll do it at home." You brushed a hand through his hair, "Now, come on, Disney World is waiting for us."

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lifeofpriya · 10 months

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How Long? - Andrei Svechnikov imagine

[gif credit goes to @pyotrkochetkov]

summary: how long had it been going on for? was everything you knew just a big lie?

hiya everyone! i'm back with my entry for the wonderful @wyattjohnston's summer fic exchange! i had the honor and privilege of writing for @luvmmarner -- i had so much fun writing this fic as angst isn't usually a trope i tend to write about. i hope y'all enjoy and love this fic!

tw: mentions of cheating

word count: ~1.74k

You had always been a hockey fan, and when you met Andrei at a charity event that the Hurricanes hosted, it was like a dream come true. You were instantly smitten by the young Russian, and there was no denying that the connection you both had was electrifying, and soon enough, you and Andrei fell in love with each other.

Your relationship was perfect, or so you had thought. One day, you received a message from your acquaintance, Olivia – she was a friend of a friend – and in the message, she told you about how she saw Andrei out with another woman. You were shocked and devastated, to say the least. You couldn’t believe the man you loved had betrayed you like this. You felt angry and betrayed, and you wanted to confront him. You called him, but he refused to answer your calls. You decided to take matters into your own hands to get the answers you deserved.

You soon confronted the Russian, hoping it was a misunderstanding, while you were both at a café near the arena. As soon as Andrei sat in his seat, you asked him, “Have you been seeing someone else behind my back?” Andrei was taken aback by the suddenness of your question.

You could see the glint of hesitation in Andrei’s eyes as he stammered for a moment before he sighed and nodded. “I…I was seeing Olivia. But it didn’t mean anything! It was just a fling, that’s all! We weren't serious," Andrei continued. "It was just a bit of fun. I swear, it didn't mean anything."

You were heartbroken, to say the least. You couldn’t believe that Andrei had been unfaithful to you. “Andrei, how could you do this? I thought we had something special?”

Andrei hung his head in shame, unable to meet your gaze. “I'm sorry,” he said his voice barely a whisper. You felt your heart break even further. Hot, salty tears of anguish and betrayal pooled in your eyes as you stared at Andrei. He looked at you solemnly, “I’m sorry, Y/N…I never meant to hurt you, babe; I was just confused, and I didn’t know what I wanted….”

A sharp hiss escaped your lips, “Don’t you dare call me ‘babe’, especially after what you’ve done, Andrei.” You soon abruptly stood up and dashed out of the café. As you walked away, the tears began to stream down your face. You felt your heart racing as you tried to make sense of the situation. You had never felt so betrayed before. You couldn’t accept the Russian’s apology just like that. He betrayed your trust, and at that moment, you didn’t know if you could ever find it in your heart to forgive him.

As the days went by, you became increasingly distant from Andrei. You tried to move on from the whole fiasco, but in the back of your head, you knew you couldn’t shake off the feeling of betrayal. You didn’t know if you could ever trust Andrei again.

At the same time, though, Andrei’s relationship with Olivia was also falling apart as he belatedly realized that he made a colossal mistake and truly did love you. The one caveat, however, was that Olivia wasn’t willing to let him sneak away from her that easily. Andrei had to face the consequences of his actions, and Olivia made sure he would do so. She was determined to make him realize that he had to be honest about his feelings and take responsibility for the hurt he had caused.

One day, you received a package: a small box with a note attached. “I’m sorry for what I did. Please forgive me,” you mumbled the content of the message under your breath as you opened the box, inside which was a beautiful necklace with a heart-shaped pendant. You immediately knew the necklace was from Andrei; it symbolized his love for you…but you couldn’t accept it. You felt like it was too little, too late. Setting the necklace down on the kitchen counter that was conveniently in front of you, you soon grabbed your phone off the coffee table and immediately dialed the Russian’s number. “Andrei, I just got your little ‘gift’, and I can’t accept this. You hurt me too much…”

Andrei understood and didn’t push you any further. He knew he had to give you space and time to heal. You thanked him for understanding and hung up the phone. You felt relief wash over you as you placed the necklace back onto the kitchen counter. Taking a deep breath, you turned around and left the room. You went into the living room and lay down on the couch. You felt the tears begin to well up in your eyes, but you pushed them back down. You closed your eyes and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

You decided to walk in the park one day to clear your head. As you walked around, you noticed a tree with a heart carved into its trunk, which made you stop in your tracks to look at it. As you stared at the carved tree trunk, you realized the carved heart symbolized love and commitment.

There was a part of you that wanted to be with Andrei, but you didn’t know if you could ever trust him again. You decided to take a risk by ringing him up and asking him to meet you at the park. Soon after he arrived, you showed him the tree with the heart carved into it. Not wanting to look at the young Russian standing next to you, you plainly said, “the heart carved on the tree symbolizes love and commitment…do you understand what that means?”

Andrei simply responded to your question, “I do. It means that I’m committed to you…and that I love you.”

You looked at Andrei with a raised eyebrow, “I want to believe you so much, Andrei, but I don’t know if I can. You hurt me so much, and you know that.”

He looked away, his cheeks reddening. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I know it won't be easy, but I want to make things right. It was never my intention to hurt you. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”

You couldn’t help but sigh; you could feel Andrei’s gaze on you as he pleaded for forgiveness. You looked into his brown eyes and saw their flicker of sincerity. You knew he was genuinely sorry and that he wanted to amend things between both of you.

“I want to believe you, Andrei…but you have to promise that you’ll never hurt me again.”

The young Russian fervently nodded, “I promise, Y/N….”

You could feel your lips curl into a smile as you stared at Andrei for the first time in a long time. “Ok, I’ll give you another chance, Andrei. But! You have to prove to me that you’re committed in this relationship as much as I am.”

Andrei nodded and said he was ready to do whatever it took. You hugged him and said, “Let’s start then.” With that, the two of you began to work on rebuilding your relationship. You knew there was a long road ahead of both of you, but you were willing to work on the relationship and make it stronger.

As you walked away from the tree with the carved heart, you realized that love wasn’t just about the good times but also about forgiveness, commitment, and trust. It was widely known that you and Andrei had a lot of work to do, but you were willing to give him another chance. You knew it would take time, but you were determined to make it work. You had faith that the love between you two could overcome any obstacle. You knew it was time to start fresh and make the best of this new situation.

Your relationship with Andrei soon slowly began to heal and grow stronger; you two started going on dates again and spending more time with one another. Andrei ensured that you knew he was committed to you and that you were the only one for him. You both worked hard to rebuild the relationship, and it was clear that Andrei was genuinely sorry for his past mistakes. Over time, the two of you were able to move forward and continue to grow closer. The trust between you was stronger than ever. Olivia eventually moved on, and Andrei cut all ties with her. He knew he made a mistake by getting involved with her, but he was grateful for the experience because it taught him how much he loved you. He realized he had taken your love for granted and was determined to make it up to you. He vowed to never take you for granted again and to always put you first. He wanted to show you how much he truly loved and appreciated you.

Yours and Andrei’s love story continued to flourish throughout the years. In the end, you learned that love wasn’t always about just the good times. You knew that the relationship would require work, but you were willing to put in the effort to make it work. Andrei also learned that love wasn’t just about the excitement and passion of a new relationship, but rather, it was about being committed, loyal, and faithful to the person you loved. He was aware of his mistake, but he was deeply grateful for the opportunity to make things right with you. Andrei was determined to make you feel loved and to show you that he was sincere in his efforts. He wanted to show you that he was willing to go the extra mile to make things work. He was determined to prove his love was real and lasting.

You and Andrei built a happy and fulfilling life together, filled with love, commitment, and trust. You knew your relationship wasn’t perfect, but honestly? What relationship is perfect? You both lived happily ever after, knowing that your love story symbolized the power of forgiveness and the importance of commitment in a relationship. Despite the occasional arguments, you both knew that your bond was strong. You also understood that you had each other's backs no matter what happened. This knowledge was the foundation of your relationship and was the key to a successful and happy life together.

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pennylanefics · 6 days

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does anyone have any fic ideas for seth jarvis? he’s so adorable and i love him and there are not enough fics for him on here 😤

and svech. love that guy as well <3

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typical-simplelove · 2 years

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Don't Throw It Away -> Andrei Svechnikov

Summary: When Andrei proposes, you can't help the feeling of elation you feel. Slowly, though, you begin to second guess everything. Will you and Andrei be able to get through this rough patch and walk down the aisle?

Author's Note: Here's another installment of the Happiness Begins Series! I hope you're enjoying this series, and please let me know what you think!

Warnings: Gender-neutral!reader, engagements, alcohol, unedited (if I missed anything, please let me know because my brain is so fried I can't remember)

Word Count: 5.9k

Following Andrei’s note, you make your way to the roof of your apartment building. It wasn’t a cold night, so you opted not to grab a jacket on your way out the door. As the elevator was making its way up to the roof, your nerves grew and your confusion shot through the roof. Why did Andrei leave a note for you? Why didn’t he just text you if he wanted you to meet him somewhere? Based on the tone of his note, despite it being handwritten, had an allure to it you couldn’t quite explain. You knew that what you were going to was going to be monumental, but what was going to happen when you got to the roof?

Finally, after what felt like hours, the elevator reached the roof, and you stepped out onto the roof. As the wind blew past you, you regretted not grabbing your jacket. It was a bit colder than you thought it was going to be. Regardless, excitement filled the air. Whatever the reason was for you being on the roof, you were excited about it.

You crane your head, trying to look for Andrei. Where was he? You take a few small steps before you see him. Your eyes widen at the sight.

A few feet from where you were standing, a trail of fake candles lined an aisle that led to Andrei. Around him were flower petals sprinkled on the ground. Andrei was dressed as if he were going to a game, and all at once, you realized what was happening.

“I’d come over to you, but then it would ruin the point of you walking down the aisle to me,” Andrei yells from where he was standing. You shake your head in laughter and make your way toward him.

You make the walk through the makeshift aisle made with the candles. At the head of the aisle, you join Andrei, both of you wearing matching wide smiles. “Hi.”

He takes your hands in his and kisses your cheek. “Hi, my love.”

“What’s all this?”

“I’m proposing to you!” Andrei says, excitedly.

You grin at his giddiness and say, “but you’re not down on one knee.”

“Is this what life is going to be like if I marry you?”

“Oh, so you’re having second thoughts.”

“About you? Never,” Andrei promises. He pulls out the ring box from his pocket and gets down on one knee. “Better?”

“Depends on what you ask.”

“Imagine if I open the box and it’s a key or something silly,” Andrei jokes.

“I’ll dump you,” you proclaim. “You won’t ever see me again.”

“Well, then,” Andrei says, opening the box, “it’s a good thing this is an engagement ring and not a key or something stupid.”

Your eyes glance at the ring momentarily before your eyes return to Andrei’s.

“So, what do you say?” he asks.

You snort. “What a proposal, wow!”

“Do I really need to say anything? I love you; you love me, and I have a ring for you. Isn’t it obvious I want to spend the rest of my life with you?”

“The rest of your life, huh? What if I turn into an ogre? What if I go bald and my skin starts to fall off? What if you find out I’m secretly KGB and sent here to exterminate you? What if—”

“In every aspect of your life and mine, I want to be by your side forever. Will you make me the luckiest person on this planet and marry me?”

“That’s more like it.”

“Don’t I get an answer from you?” Andrei asks.

“Oh, isn’t it obvious?” you tease. Andrei stands up and shakes his head. He’s about to say something, but you stop him by pulling his face against yours and kissing him. Andrei’s arms wrap around your waist as you seal the deal with a kiss. “Is that a good enough answer?”

“I think I’m going to need a verbal response, you know, for when I tell my parents,” Andrei says, still flustered from the kiss.

“Yes, I’ll marry you, Andrei. I’ll spend the rest of my life telling you if I have to.”

✹ ✹ ✹

“We’re all going to head down to the glass; do you want to come?” one of the other partners asked. You shook your head. “Really? You know how much Andrei loves when you’re down at the glass.”

“I fell at work today, and I think walking all those stairs again will agitate my leg,” you lie. You didn’t fall. You just couldn’t handle standing amongst the other spouses and partners and pretending that you felt okay there.

“Do you want me to get some ice?” they persist.

You shake your head again. “You have fun, okay? I’ll be fine right here.”

They give you a quizzical look before turning and heading towards the glass. Once they left, that left you sitting in your seat, alone, with no one around you. Despite being in a packed and loud arena, you’ve never felt more alone, and it wasn’t just because all your friends were at the glass. It seemed that even when they were there, you felt even more alone. How could you possibly feel so alone with some of your greatest friends around you?

Rubbing your hands up and down your thighs as a calming mechanism, you realize what’s causing your angst and discomfort. Your eyes bore into the diamond on your left hand as it glistened under the arena’s lights. Right, you were engaged to someone you absolutely loved, but their lifestyle was catching up to you as you realized just what it was.

The partners of the Carolina Hurricanes were expected to be pristine, beautiful, put-together, and organized. Yes, you are all those things, but the expectations that came with it? You were starting to crumble. You couldn’t keep up with trying to pretend you existed. It was become too much to handle. The pressure was caving in on you, and every time you went out with Andrei and his teammates and partners, you couldn’t help but feel like an imposter.

Why did you think you could so seamlessly fit in? Why did you think that your sometimes messy and disorganized life could ever match up and compare to that of the other spouses? You couldn’t meet the expectations that it would take to be married to Andrei, and it pained you to know that if you were feeling these emotions while only engaged to Andrei, it would only get worse. There was no way it could get easier.

When warmups were finished and all the spouses came back up to their seats, you hated that you wished that they never came back. Being alone, somehow, made all the fears you had seem impossible. Without seeing their beautiful faces, hearing their impeccable laughs, and listening to their grand stories and lives, you could pretend that you were doing fine.

“Andrei missed you,” someone says on your left. The few other people around you turned and murmured in agreement. “He was looking for you a lot, and when he couldn’t find you, he had this sad, puppy look on his face.”

“I’ll have to make it up to him later, then,” you murmur to yourself.

“I’m not sure what you did to get him so in love with you, but whatever you did, kudos to you because that man is wrapped around your finger so badly.”

Normally, that comment would erupt comforting fires in your body because if someone pointed that out, then it meant you were with the right person. Typically, it meant that everything would turn out just fine.

This time, though, would it?

✹ ✹ ✹

Your eyes bore down on the diamond engagement ring sitting on your dresser. After getting dressed and doing your hair and makeup, you were mustering the courage to put on your engagement ring. The light was reflecting off the diamond as you forced your hand to pick it up. Your finger was daintily holding the ring as if it were a bag full of dog poop.

You didn’t know why you couldn’t put on the ring. When Andrei proposed and slid the ring onto your finger, it was one of the happiest days of your life. You wanted to marry Andrei, and you knew that being with Andrei wasn’t a task or hardship. You knew Andrei wouldn’t stifle your growth or stop you from enjoying your life. Currently, you weren’t scared of things that other couples are when they’re engaged. You didn’t even know what you were scared of. It wasn’t even the fear of it being a mistake. You knew marrying Andrei wouldn’t be a mistake. It isn’t a mistake being with Andrei, but you couldn’t slide the ring onto your finger to seal the deal.

“Hey, we have to leave in a few minutes if we want to be on time for dinner,” Andrei says, popping his head into the bedroom. You nod your head but don’t look at him. Andrei gives you a weird look that you miss and walks out of the bedroom without a second comment. Were you okay?

Why was it suddenly so difficult for you to be engaged to Andrei? You wanted to be married to him one day. You absolutely loved and adored Andrei. You wanted to spend every single day of the rest of your life with him, but when it came to being in public, it always became difficult to prove and show that love.

Were you ashamed of being with Andrei? You immediately shake your head at that thought. There was nothing for you to be ashamed about, but whenever you had to be out with anyone, you felt short of breath and stifled. You felt trapped and just wanted to step into a room full of cool, cold air and just breathe. You wanted cold weather to wash over you and relax you.

You loved Andrei with your entire being; there was no denying that. Why was it so difficult for you to profess that love to the world?

After too many thoughts of contemplation, you finally slide the ring onto your finger. Why was it so difficult each time for you to slide the ring on? Why was it so difficult for you to feel comfortable telling the world you were going to marry Andrei (an NHL superstar)? Why was it so difficult to feel comfortable in your skin within your relationship?

✹ ✹ ✹

He noticed something was wrong when you didn’t come down to the glass two games in a row. Sure, Andrei knows you don’t have to head down to the glass, but ever since you and Andrei officially started dating, you went down to the glass. You were always there, and knowing you were there was everything to Andrei, so when you weren’t there the first time, Andrei dismissed it. When you weren’t there the following game, Andrei was confused. And worried. If you weren’t going to go down to the glass, then you’d tell him beforehand. You didn’t this time.

One thing you and Andrei excelled in was your communication skills. Sometimes there were a few blips in the system, but for the most part, you and Andrei were pretty good at talking to each other. So, when you started becoming quieter around him and less of your energetic self, Andrei was worried.

He couldn’t possibly imagine what the issue was. Driving home from practice, driving home from a game, sitting on the couch next to you, laying in bed before bed, and every quiet moment he had, Andrei was trying to figure out what went wrong. What did he do? He was so confused because he really wanted to know where he went wrong. Things were going so well before and after the proposal. Well, for the first few months post-proposal, things went well. Then it became four months after he proposed, and he noticed how your demeanor and composure changed.

Was it because you two haven’t discussed anything about the wedding? Sure, there were a few small conversations that were had, but for the most part, no planning has taken place. There was no set wedding date, no set theme, no budget, and as far as Andrei was sure, you hadn’t begun looking at wedding dresses yet.

Were you upset because you thought he was having cold feet? Andrei knew he wasn’t having cold feet. For as long as he’s known you, Andrei knew you were the only one for him. When you finally went on a date with him, Andrei knew that you were the only one he wanted to marry. He’d been waiting for the perfect moment to propose to you for years, and he finally did when he felt it was the right time. Well, Andrei thought it was the right time. Was it not the right time? You would have surely said something, right? You wouldn’t have said yes if you weren’t ready for marriage, right?

After you don’t show up at the glass for the twentieth straight home game (yes, Andrei was counting because he was concerned about you), he started to stress. You two were supposed to be starting your life forever and were getting ready to be together forever, but if you couldn’t express how you felt, how would you be able to make it work?

Andrei just wanted to be by your side forever, but if you didn’t want to have the same thing, then Andrei would let you go. Even if it broke him into a million different pieces over and over again.

✹ ✹ ✹

When Andrei came home from practice, he instantly rushes over to you. He hears your sobs instantly and rushes to comfort you. The minute your face is nestled into Andrei’s chest, the tears fall even harder. Somehow, his hand stroking your back was causing your tears to fall harder instead of comforting you, as it normally does.

It takes a long time for your tears to stop falling. When you’re finally able to talk, Andrei asks, “what’s wrong?”

You shake your head. “Nothing.” Nothing I want to talk to you about, you think to yourself.

“No, it’s not nothing,” Andrei contradicts. “You spent the past twenty minutes sobbing into my chest, and from the looks of it, you’ve been sobbing for a while before I got here.”

“Andrei—”

“No, you’ve been off and acting different for the past few weeks. What’s wrong?”

“Andrei, I’m tired,” you lie. “Work has been exhausting, and I’m just stressed.”

Andrei sighs. “You and I both know that’s not what this is about.”

You nod and lean forward for your phone. You open up Instagram and show Andrei the professional account that many of the spouses use for family photoshoots. As Andrei begins to scroll through them, you can’t help but let the tears fall. They all looked so perfect and had their lives together. Sure, you know that Instagram is only the highlight reel of someone’s life, but you’ve met these families. You know that their real lives are just as perfect and foolproof as the photos on this Instagram page. You knew that your life was not as perfect as these photos. Far from it. You could barely throw your life together for five minutes to call your parents. How could you possibly expect to display and have a life that was worthy of these Instagram pages? You know you can’t give Andrei a life like those of the other spouses. The pressure and the anxiety were getting to you. How could you in good health marry Andrei when you could barely throw your own life together?

“I don’t understand what I’m looking at,” Andrei states, blankly.

“Look at how perfect all their lives are,” you attempt to explain. “I can’t do that. Ever.”

“Well, I can’t do that either.”

“How could I possibly marry you know that I can’t give you a life that’s worth an NHL player like you?”

“What?”

“It’s too much,” you state, tears brimming from your eyes. “It’s too much. It’s all too much.”

“What’s too much? What’s the matter?”

“The stress, the pressure, all of it, it’s too much,” you explain.

“I don’t need anything special. All I want is you,” Andrei declares. He didn’t like where this was going.

“I love you, and I want to marry you so much, but the past few months after the allure of our engagement passed, my reality settled in,” you say.

“What reality? The reality of our lives together for the rest of our lives.”

“No, Andrei.” You shake your head. “The constant pressure that will come with being your spouse. The need to be perfect all the time and to be your perfect spouse. I can’t do it. I can’t.”

“No, what are you saying?”

You slide the ring off of your finger and place it in Andrei’s hand. “This isn’t me saying I don’t love you or don’t want to marry you. This is me saying that I’m not ready for this right now. This is entirely me, not you. There isn’t anything you did wrong; this is all me.”

“What can I do? Is there any—”

You shake your head. “I’m sorry, Andrei. I just, I need some time.”

With that, you take your phone and purse and head out the door. Andrei walked into the apartment to you sobbing, and you left which started his sobbing. All Andrei wanted was to be yours and for you to be happy, but what if you being happy meant you weren’t with him?

✹ ✹ ✹

“How long do you think you’ll be here?” Andrei asks. He’s holding a few bags of your belongings as you unlock the door to your “new” apartment.

“My lease is for three months, but I don’t know if I’ll extend it or make it longer,” you answer as you both step inside. The apartment was fully furnished, so all you needed was some clothes and toiletries. You fully intended on moving back in with Andrei when you were ready, but you weren’t sure when that would happen.

“If you want me to cover the rent, I can,” Andrei suggests. He begins sorting through the bags depending on what room your stuff needed to go. Your heart melted. That was exactly what you would do if he already wasn’t. You furrowed your eyebrows at the emotion you felt. It must be a good thing, you think to yourself, if your heart can still melt at certain of Andrei’s actions and mannerisms. The fact that he wants to cover your rent for you put a soft smile on your face.

“Andrei, I can cover the rent.”

“Yeah, but if you want me to, then I can.”

You shake your head.

“Look, I don’t fully understand why you want to do this, and that’s fine with me,” Andrei begins. “I’m not asking for you to explain because you can do whatever you want, and as much as I want to help you through this by being by your side, I know I can’t. All I can do is go home and hope that one day, we’ll get back to where we were.”

“Andrei—” you begin but stop. You didn’t know what to say. In his eyes, you could see how much Andrei’s heart was breaking. He hated this as much as you did, but for you, you understood just why you were doing this. You know from where your emotions and actions stem, but for Andrei, he just didn’t get it. He thought him loving you was enough and couldn’t comprehend why it wasn’t.

He shakes his head. “You don’t have to say anything. Just think of it as an ‘I’ll always wait for you no matter how long it takes.’”

You nod, eyes falling to the ground. You felt guilty. Andrei was the most amazing, loving, and understanding man you’ve ever been with, so why couldn’t that be enough? Why couldn’t the way he irrevocably loves you be enough?

“I’m just a five-minute drive away if you need anything, okay? Rain or shine. Sickness or health. Good times or bad. All of it, I’m right there if you need me.”

“Andrei, thank you,” you whisper.

He shakes his head. “There’s nothing to thank me for, and one day, when you’re ready, I’m going to slide that ring back on your finger, and we’ll start our lives together all over again.”

“I love you, Andrei.”

He smiles. “I love you, too.”

✹ ✹ ✹

Your legging is shaking as you listen to the ringing of your phone. Four months ago, when Andrei told you to take all the time you needed and that he’ll always wait for you, you knew that Andrei was the only one for you. Someone who was willing to wait for as long as it took for you to be comfortable in your new romantic status of fiance was someone you knew was worth fighting for.

“Hello,” Andrei’s familiar voice says through the phone. The comfort that his voice brought you was similar to that of the time pre-proposal. Yeah, you were ready and comfortable with what you were about to propose.

“Hey, it’s me,” you say.

“Yeah, I know. We have something called caller-ID over at our apartment; is that not something you have where you’re staying?” Andrei calling where he was living “our” apartment made your heart flutter. He still considered it your apartment, too, even though you’re not currently living there. “How’re you doing?”

“Good, better,” you reply. “Um, I have a few questions for you.”

“Shoot.”

“If I said I’m ready to start going back to where we were, would that be something you’re interested in?” you ask, hesitantly.

“When I proposed to you, I was already making the vows we’d be back on our wedding date,” Andrei immediately replies. He’s quick with rushing out his words because he knows that if there’s a single ounce of hesitation or second-guessing in his voice, you might shut down. “That included being there for you in good times and in bad. Right now, we’re in one of those so-called ‘bad times’, so of course, I’m interested.”

“Great, I, um, oh wow, this is much harder than I thought it was going to be.”

“Don’t worry,” Andrei insists. “Take all the time you need.”

“Did you want to go on a date with me?”

Andrei breathlessly chuckles. “What?”

“I’m not completely ready to go back to where we were. I can’t just jump right back into being your fiance, but what if we did a few of the first again? Like the first date? First kiss? Just a few small milestones until I’m comfortable again.”

“Is that what you want?” Andrei asks. “I want whatever you want. If you want to jump right back in, then we can do that. If you want to do the plan you suggested, then we can do that. This is about you and your comfort level.”

“But I want you to have a say in this, too.”

“My say in this is still being here. My say is not running away when you gave me the ring back, and my say is that ‘I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.’”

You nod. Although you knew that Andrei can’t see you nod, you know he knows you nodded. That’s how well he knows you. That notion is confirmed when Andrei asks, “when and where are we having our first date?”

“I haven’t actually laid out those plans because I wasn’t sure what you were going to say, so I’ll figure it out, but I’ll text you.”

Andrei laughs. “You could ask me to do anything, and you know I’ll say yes.”

“I’ll text you?”

“Definitely,” Andrei tells you. “I, um, I love you?”

You snort. “Are you asking me if you love me?”

“No, that’s not what I meant. You know that’s what I meant; I wasn’t sure if we were there yet.”

“Andrei, I love you, and I’ll text you about the details, okay?”

After you and Andrei hung up the phone, the smile on your face didn’t go away for hours. It felt really good to tell Andrei you love him. Through this all, the one thing that remained the same was how much you loved Andrei. To tell him meant the world.

Maybe everything would be okay one day soon.

✹ ✹ ✹

Your hands were tightly grasping the mug of green tea that the waitress handed you moments prior. The steam was hitting your chin and reminding you that Andrei would be there. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous. This was Andrei, and technically, despite having no ring, you were engaged to him. You promised your life to him, and although you returned the ring, you still meant everything you said. You still wanted to marry Andrei and know that he won’t stand you up, but then why was he four minutes late? Or were you just early?

Taking a sip of the tea, you remind yourself that Andrei would be there, and why would he lie to you? When you gave back the ring and moved into the new place, Andrei told you he’d always wait. He had no need to say that or still promise his life to you, but he did, and that should be enough reassurance that he would show up for your first date redo. But what if he realized he couldn’t deal with your craziness or hysterics? What if realized he wanted someone more stable and sane who wouldn’t run at the first sign of trouble or insecurity? What if Andrei wanted someone who’d always stay regardless of any troubles they may have? What if Andrei—

“Sorry I’m late,” Andrei apologizes, breaking the train of thought in your mind.

You shake your head and sigh in relief. “It’s only six minutes. Don’t worry about it.”

“The fact that you know it’s been six minutes means that you’ve been worrying about it. For what it’s worth, I couldn’t find any parking nearby.”

“Ah, okay, but you found the place okay?”

He nods. “The sushi place we like. You really couldn’t have been more clear?”

“Didn’t I say the name of this place, too?”

“If you didn’t, then I don’t remember,” Andrei tells you. “I was still freaking out about the fact that you texted me first.”

Your eyes cloud in guilt. You should have made more of an effort to reach out to him. It should have been on you to try to patch things up and hearing Andrei say that made you feel even more guilty.

“Hey,” Andrei whispers, placing his hands on top of yours. “I’m only teasing, okay?”

You nod. “Should we order our usual?”

“Yeah, oh, and the spicy tuna roll. That was really good the last time we did it.”

“I want to get the Agadashi tofu if that’s okay,” you suggest.

“That was really delicious last time,” Andrei answers in agreement.

For the next few minutes, you and Andrei discuss the menu and what you want to order. Once you place your order with the waitress, silence overcomes the table. Although this was technically a “first” date, you and Andrei had been talking constantly the past week and catching up on your lives. There wasn’t really anything to discuss. How did you both do this before this whole conundrum? How did you and Andrei manage to find an easy conversation when there wasn’t anything new to discuss? Would it ever go back to the way it was?

Thankfully, the waitress brings the appetizers to your table, and you and Andrei immediately dive into the food. You take a piece of tofu and place it on your plate. You, then, place your chopsticks back on the table to grab the sauce for dipping your tofu. When you went to pour, though, you noticed your plate was empty. You place the sauce back on the table and grab your chopsticks to grab a piece. Out of the corner of your eye, though, you notice Andrei chewing. That man! He took the piece of tofu off of your plate. You shake your head with a snort and extend your chopsticks to grab another piece. Andrei’s chopsticks, though, intertwine with yours making it difficult for you to grab another piece.

“You’re such an ass,” you say, feigning frustration.

Andrei shrugs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’re such an idiot.”

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot,” Andrei adds with a cheeky grin. You smile. Yeah, he’s your idiot and always will be.

✹ ✹ ✹

“So,” Andrei ennunciates.

“Yeah?”

“How are things?” Andrei asks as he’s walking you to your car.

You snort. “Going well? Didn’t we do this whole small talk thing at the beginning of dinner?”

He shrugs. “What’s the harm in asking again? Things could have changed in the past few hours.”

You shake your head. “I’m pretty sure if things changed so drastically for me to give you a different answer, then you’d already know about it.”

“I actually was asking more so between us than your life in general,” Andre clarifies, his voice low.

“Oh?” you say, an eyebrow raised. “What answer were you hoping I’d give you?”

“Honestly, I’m hoping you’ll say, ‘Andrei, let’s elope and move away to a cottage on a lake and never see society again,’” Andrei answers, a teasing tone in his response. You roll your eyes and shake your head at his response. “I don’t really know what response I want, so let’s just say, whatever you’re feeling, then that’s the response I want.”

“I’m getting closer to where we were, I promise,” you say. “I’m getting there.”

“I’m not rushing you or anything,” Andrei quickly rushes out. You nod, slowly, and you and Andrei continue on your way to your car. Once you reach your car, you and Andrei are standing next to your door, facing each other, and trying to figure out what comes next. “So.”

“This is me,” you finish. “I guess it’s a good night, then?”

“I guess so,” Andrei answers. “May I ask you something?”

“Always.”

“If I give you a kiss good night, are you going to slap me and drive away and never talk to me again?”

You chuckle to yourself. “I think you should kiss me and find out.”

He shakes his head. “No, I don’t need to be slapped and walked out on. I’m good. I’ll see you later this week.”

Just before Andrei says goodbye, you place your hands on his face and pull him towards you. Wrapping your hands behind his neck, you place your lips on his and kiss him softly. In seconds, Andrei wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer against him. It’s been so long since you kissed him, and having his familiar, soft lips on yours is comforting. It reminded you of everything you working toward and everything you wanted. Andrei was everything you wanted.

When you both pull away, it was far too soon. Your eyes are searching his for signs of regret, but when you find none, you smile. You both lean in for another kiss, but before your lips land on his, you murmur against his lips “I love you.”

Andrei’s lips smile against yours as he says, “I love you, too.”

Maybe it would all be okay.

✹ ✹ ✹

It’s been five months since you moved out and returned your engagement ring, but now, you’ve officially moved back in with Andrei. You both haven’t discussed the extent of your engagement being elated with how comfortable things were. Things were going well, and you didn’t want to ruin that. You loved how things were, and with your time away to think and reflect, you know that things were going to be better.

“Go; sit, and I’ll bring you dessert,” Andrei commands.

“No, let me help,” you whine.

“Sit,” Andrei says, pushing you towards the table. You roll your eyes but take your drink and head towards the table. As you take a seat, you’re scrolling through your phone. You smile at the photos of the spouses and friends and their Instagram posts. The photos that used to make you hate yourself now made you happy and smile. “Here you go.”

“Thank you,” you reply, taking the plate from Andrei. You grab the fork and take a piece of chocolate cake and eat it. As you’re chewing, you notice Andrei eyeing you with sad, furrowed eyes. “Is everything okay?”

He nods, solemnly. “Yeah, no, yeah.”

“Andrei.”

“Yeah?”

“What’s wrong?” you ask. Andrei glances down at the piece of cake in front of you and then back at your eyes. Confused, your eyes go down to the cake and notice it. “Andrei.”

“I figured it was time to ask you again,” Andrei murmurs and takes the ring that was sitting on the plate. “We’re going really well, and I want to seal the deal. Again. I love you. I love you so much, and I just want to be yours again. So, for the second time, will you make me the happiest person alive and marry me?”

“It’s always yes, Andrei. It will always be a yes,” you answer, and Andrei slides the ring onto your finger. He places a soft kiss on your lips.

“I’ll ask you as many times as I need because I’m yours forever.”

✹ ✹ ✹

“Good choice,” Andrei moans as he takes another bite from the cake.

“You already had the first bite, didn’t you?” you tease, taking a bite of your slice.

“Yeah, but I’m just telling you that it was a good choice.”

You smile at Andrei and continue eating the cake. Your feet hurt from a day of being on them. From walking from table to table, posing for pictures, or dancing, your feet ached so much from the festivities of your wedding day.

Three-and-a-half years after Andrei re-proposed to you, you were both officially the Svechnikovs. When wedding planning started, you both agreed to a fairly long (ish) engagement only to make sure that you were both comfortable with it. As the months and days crept closer to your wedding date, you knew that this time around, you were ready. The planning of the flowers, seating chart, wedding music, outfits, and the cake brought you joy (and a bit of stress), but you didn’t feel like you were living a lie.

This time around, the wedding and the future it would bring for you brought excitement instead of fear.

“So, how does it feel to be married to me?” Andrei asks, placing his fork on his empty plate.

You shrug. “It’s only been a few hours, so I can’t really give you an actual answer, but I do know that if it’s anything like the past six years of our life together, then I know it’s going to be one of the best things ever.”

“Best things ever, eh?”

You roll your eyes and playfully shove Andrei. “What’s it like being married to me?”

“A dream,” he flirts. You smile at his words and place your hand on his thigh. You were so glad you decided to take a step back and not throw away your relationship with Andrei because, like he said, being with him was a dream. It was a dream you never wanted to wake up from.

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Say My Name, Say My Name I Andrei Svechnikov 🖋️⚡️🌺

Requested? Yes / No

Summary; Based on the Tik Tok trend, calling your boyfriend “husband”

Tropes & warnings; established relationship; Tik Tok trend; fluff, soft smut 18+; unprotected sex (p in v);

Other notes: So, this is my debut writing for Andrei Svechnikov - and can I just… *deep breath* how did nobody warn me about how fucking adorable he is!? I mean, I know he's like five times my size, but all I want to do is squeeze his cute face 😮‍💨 Anyway, onto the main point, this is the first of three TikTok-trends stories; it's just pure fluff with a hint of gentle smut 🌷🐰

I hope you enjoy it 🤍😉

Word count; 1.8K

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On a lazy Sunday afternoon, sunlight poured through the windows of your snug shared flat as you and your boyfriend Andrei Svechnikov settled in for a quiet day. Andrei, engrossed in watching some sports on the telly, lounged comfortably on the sofa while you nestled into the cushions a few feet away. And as you casually scrolled through your phone, you stumbled upon a new TikTok trend that intrigued you – referring to your boyfriend as your husband and capturing his reaction. The idea caught your interest, especially given the closeness and ease of your relationship, which had flourished over the past two years. So, fuelled by curiosity, you couldn't resist pondering how Andrei would react.

You quietly rose from your spot on the couch, pretending to casually need the loo, before returning with your action camera discreetly set to record. Then, with practiced casualness, you asked Andrei if he felt like eating, suggesting ordering takeaway instead of cooking. And thankfully, he agreed, setting the scene for your playful prank.

As you then pretended to dial the number for takeaway, you held the phone to your ear, putting on a convincing act, and with a mischievous grin, you began the charade.

"Hi, yes, I'd like to place an order for delivery, please," you said, your voice tinged with mock formality. "Can I get a pasta salad bowl with chicken, and some garlic bread? Thank you."

You paused for a moment before adding, "Yeah, um, and my husband would like a Caesar salad with some extra chicken."

The first time you slipped in the word "husband," Andrei's brows furrowed in confusion. He tilted his head slightly, as if trying to decipher whether he heard correctly. However, he shrugged it off, attributing it to a potential misunderstanding due to the language barrier or perhaps his own mishearing.

“Mmm, that’s right. Yes, just remember to put the chicken in the salad, 'cause last time you wanted to put it on the side and my husband ended up not getting what he ordered.”

But when you repeated the term, his confusion deepened, and he turned towards you with a quizzical expression. His frown intensified, and he blinked in disbelief.

"Husband?" he muttered; his voice tinged with bafflement. The word hung in the air, stirring a mix of surprise and curiosity within him as he searched your face for an explanation.

You couldn’t deny it was the perfect reaction you’d hoped for. And despite your best efforts to maintain the charade, you couldn't contain your laughter as you observed Andrei's bewildered expression. After pretending to hang up the phone, your giggles bubbled up, eventually erupting into full-blown laughter that filled the room.

Caught in the contagious joy of your amusement, Andrei's own lips twitched into a grin, mirroring your infectious laughter, as he sensed the shift in the atmosphere, and you finally confessed your playful prank, unable to hold back any longer.

"I couldn't resist," you admitted between laughs, your voice filled with affection for your boyfriend. "I saw this TikTok trend and just had to see your reaction. I'm sorry, it was just too funny."

It was a heartfelt moment of shared laughter, with you laughing a little more than him as he was still somewhat baffled. And as the laughter died down, and Andrei's initial confusion turned into amusement, he shook his head with a chuckle, his eyes shining with fondness for you.

"You got me," he said, his tone playful. His amusement lingered, but then, to your surprise, he took your playful prank a step further, and with a pensive expression, he confessed, "You know, I actually don’t think it sounds bad."

His words caught you off guard. You almost choked on your own saliva as you looked at him, eyebrows raised in surprise. "Really?" you asked, curiosity sparked by his unexpected response.

"Yeah," Andrei merely replied, a touch of sincerity in his voice. "I mean, we've been together for over two years now, and... I think maybe one day, maybe soon, it could happen.”

His unexpected response left you both surprised and touched. You hadn't expected such a thoughtful and mature reaction from your just 24-year-old boyfriend, yet his words stirred a mix of emotions within you, ranging from curiosity to warmth.

And as you absorbed his admission, you couldn't help but marvel at the depth of his feelings and the seriousness with which he regarded your relationship. It was a revelation that sparked a torrent of questions and emotions, prompting you to view the future in a fresh perspective.

"Andrei, I... I didn't realise you were thinking about these things," you said softly, your voice infused with a blend of surprise and affection. "I mean, I've thought about it too, but hearing you say it..."

Your words trailed off, unable to fully convey the whirlwind of thoughts and emotions swirling within you. But Andrei simply smiled, his gaze meeting yours with steadfast sincerity.

"I just love you," he said simply, his words carrying a sense of truth and commitment that enveloped you in warmth and reassurance as he drew nearer to you on the sofa.

“And I love you,” you replied, meeting him in a tender kiss.

You cupped his face, tracing your thumb over his smooth jawline while admiring his beautiful eyes. Andrei was truly a magnificent boyfriend.

And in that moment, you recognised that perhaps the playful prank had opened a gateway to a deeper level of understanding and connection with him, paving the way for discussions about the future that you hadn't dared to approach before. As you surrendered to seal your newfound intimacy with another lingering kiss, you couldn't help but melt into his touch, feeling utterly devoted to him.

His hands found the back of your neck, gently drawing you closer as the kiss deepened, while his tongue politely sought entrance. Granting his wish, you allowed him to explore your mouth, relishing the taste of him.

And as the kiss slowly grew more intense, your lungs yearned for air. Your fingers sought his hair, while his palms moved to grip your waist, pulling you firmly into his lap. Then breaking the kiss for a brief moment, you caught your breath while straddling him, and with his hands firmly settled on your hips, you felt emboldened to deepen the kiss once more, allowing your bodies to meld together in perfect harmony.

Andrei’s physique was nothing short of impressive. Every defined muscle showcased the hard work he put in as a professional hockey player, and his sturdy arms made it seem effortless to carry you as if you were weightless. And as you subtly pressed your core against his groin, you let your hands delicately glide down to the hem of his shirt, sliding beneath the fabric to explore his toned torso.

Sensing your cues, Andrei shifted slightly, briefly breaking the kiss to remove his t-shirt, unveiling the enticing sight beneath.

“Mmm,” you purred seductively, your eyes feasting on the sight of your boyfriend. And with a playful smirk, you mirrored his actions, revealing your naked chest as you had opted to go braless that day.

Andrei's hands eagerly explored your breasts, teasing them with nips and kisses before reconnecting his lips with yours. As your hands roamed each other's bodies, the kiss grew increasingly fervent and passionate with each passing moment.

It was clear that both of you desired more. Utilising his strength, Andrei effortlessly lifted you in his arms, gently placing you on your back on the sofa, and with a confident smirk, he trailed kisses down your upper body, journeying past your navel to the edge of your loose leggings. Hooking a couple of fingers under the elastic, he smoothly pulled down your leggings along with your dainty knickers, exposing your bare skin.

You let out a gasp as you felt the cool air against your heat, fully immersed in the moment. Meanwhile, Andrei stood to remove his grey sweats and boxers, revealing his semi-erect member.

It was a breathtaking sight. As you admired your boyfriend, you unconsciously licked your lips, while he slowly knelt on the sofa, leaning in to connect your lips once more. The kiss was almost messy as Andrei gently positioned you in a missionary position, yet it felt incredibly romantic as he tenderly traced his fingers along your sensitive folds.

With a soft sigh, you surrendered to his touch, feeling a wave of pleasure as he carefully inserted two fingers into your entrance, stretching your muscles with a few soft pumps before withdrawing them. Andrei sensed your readiness for more, as you gently stroked his length, ensuring he reached full hardness before leaning back and allowing him to hover over you.

Your eyes remained locked as you relaxed your body, taking slow, steady breaths while he positioned the tip of his member at your entrance, and gradually, he eased himself into your warmth.

“Oh yes,” you moaned softly, matching Andrei’s sounds of pleasure as his cock smoothly filled you. It felt as if your bodies were perfectly attuned as he slowly moved in and out of you, gently stimulating your walls and igniting a wave of pleasure within you.

Your hands found their way to his dark blonde locks, holding onto them as Andrei rocked his hips in a steady rhythm. Together, you felt the slow build-up of climax beginning to take shape. The intimacy shared on the sofa was tender and passionate, yet as your desire for each other grew, it intensified into something more urgent and needy.

The soft sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, blending with your moans. The air hung heavy with anticipation as endorphins surged, a result of the deep connection you shared. Beads of sweat began to form on your skin, evidence of the heat generated by your passionate encounter.

“Mmm… Andrei…,” you moaned softly, the telltale sign that your impending climax was drawing near.

Feeling your muscles gently tighten around his sensitive shaft, Andrei sensed his own peak approaching. Increasing the pace slightly, he buried himself deeper, thrusting faster and harder with each movement. Your fingers instinctively gripped the back of his shoulders, your hips lifting to accommodate him as you neared the edge of ecstasy.

“Yes… oh yes…” you moaned, and with a few more thrusts, Andrei propelled you into a rush of pleasure.

It was an exquisite sensation as your mind soared to new heights, causing your walls to clench around your boyfriend’s member, pushing him over the edge as well. And with a deep grunt, Andrei released himself into you.

There was a brief moment of serene silence as you both took a few seconds to catch your breath and regain control. Then, with care not to spill on the furniture, Andrei gently withdrew from your warmth and settled beside you, pulling you close for a tender cuddle.

“So, this is what I get for calling you my husband?” you chuckled softly, revealing in the comfort of being with your man.

“Maybe…” he grinned playfully.

“Hmm,” you murmured softly. “I can’t really complain, can I?” You flashed him a tender smile.

“No, but I don’t complain either,” Andrei replied softly. “But I do think I’m really hungry now.”

And you couldn’t help but laugh at your sweet boyfriend’s words before responding, “Me too.”

#18+ smut #andrei svechnikov imagine #andrei svechnikov x reader #andrei svechnikov smut #carolina hurricanes imagine #nhl imagine

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uluvjay · 5 months

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Jay’s 12 days of Ficmas!

Welcome to my twelve days of Ficmas!

I will be releasing these from now until December 31st! They will be out in this order but there are not any specific dates:)

*~ indicates smut

Sex by the fire*- C. Leclerc

•In which you and your husband have a romantic Christmas Eve by the fire

Gingerbread houses- T. Zegras

• Building gingerbread houses with Z turns out better than you thought

Sandy Christmas*- L. Sargeant

•In which you and your boyfriend take a vacation for Christmas and end up getting busy on the beach

Christmas away from home- J. Slafkovsky

•In which you do your best to make your boyfriends first Christmas away from home as special as possible

Christmas Realizations*- D. Ricciardo

• Christmas morning with your small family makes Daniel realize he wouldn’t mind another kid…as soon as possible

Annual Christmas party*- M. Samoskevich

•In which your fiancé fucks you in the bathroom during the family Christmas party

Our first Christmas-O. Piastri

•In which you and Oscar celebrate your first Christmas together

Christmas tree farm-A. Svechnikov

•In which you and svech go to pick a tree but he has a little something more planned

Spiked hot coco*- L. Hamilton

•In which someone spikes the Hot coco at the Mercedes Christmas party and it leads you and Lewis into a supply closet

Santa red*-J. Hughes

Jack gifts you an early Christmas gift and asks you to model it for him

Baking Cookie- A. Turcotte

•Baking Christmas cookies with Alex

New years*- L. Norris

•In which your boyfriend can’t take how good you look during new years celebrations and fucks you in a club bathroom

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goodnightoilcountry · 11 days

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jo's nhl fic rec list !

hi - welcome to my attempt at being a fic writer again. i have a wip list in the works but first things first: my fic rec list of all the works i've found and adored.

if you don't know yet, you will know soon that i am such a sucker for angst. i hope you find something new to love from the list below !

i will aim to update this weekly with new additions have NEW tagged next to it. additionally, if any fics become archived / deleted i will also tag it as such.

* updated thursday 25 april 2024 *

weekly note: so, i've sadly had to remove summaries of each fic to make way for new fics. i'm going to think of a solution to work around this, but whatever i do, this will still remain the masterlist for my fic recs!

like my selection of fic recs? have a player who's not been featured? let me know and i'll go on a deep dive for you!

ANAHEIM DUCKS

better man (trevor zegras) by @starry-hughes

hard to forget (trevor zegras) by @hockey-fics

something about the sunshine (trevor zegras) by @huggybug word count: 3k

last night in anaheim (trevor zegras) by @itsjusthockey word count: 2.3k

CAROLINA CANES

do i really have to tell you (brady skjei) by @senditcolton

this is how it ends (sebastian aho) by @silverstonesainz-archive

i could love you with my eyes closed (sebastian aho) by @matthewtkachuk

finish line (sebastian aho) by @silverstonesainz-archive

lover boy (seth jarvis) by @sydnikov

being bold (seth jarvis) by @sydnikov

9PM in Vancouver (andrei svechnikov) by @thewintersoldierdisaster

in five (andrei svechnikov) by @sydnikov

NEW - sunkissed: pt 1, pt 2 & pt 3 (andrei svechnikov) by @sydnikov

NEW - all the pretty girls (pyotr kotchetkov) by @unluckyhoneybee

COLORADO AVS

summers back home (nathan mackinnon) by @happer08

crushes with beefcake (nathan mackinnon) by @ohmyeyesmyeyes

i didn't have it in myself to go with grace (nathan mackinnon) by @mattyanonwrites

monday morning (nathan mackinnon) by @matthewtkachuk

colorado (for the first time) (nathan mackinnon) by @withwritersblock

FLORIDA PANTHERS

subtle (matthew tkachuk) by @hockey-hoe-24-7 word count: 3.1k

you say you hate me (matthew tkachuk) by @pucksnsticksnhockeyboys

all for you (4 times you tried to tell Brady you loved him, and one time matty did it for you): pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4 & pt 5 (matthew tkachuk) by @comphersjost

4 times you fake a relationship + 1 time you didn't (matthew tkachuk) by @hockeywhy

4 times you didn;t find the one + 1 time you did (matthew tkachuk) by @hockeywhy

homecoming (matthew tkachuk) by @doc-pickles

NEW JERSEY DEVS

gin, tonic, and tequila shots (jack hughes) by @hockey-fics

stay the night (jack hughes) by @eyesthatroll

everybody wants you, but i don't like a gold rush (jack hughes) by @sunkissed-zegras

invisible string (luke hughes) by @hugshughes

tidal wave (luke hughes) by @babydollmarauders

drops of jupiter: pt 1 & pt 2 (jack hughes) by @youunravelme

breakable heaven series: pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4 & pt 5 (jack hughes) by @chewingcyanide

hey, i can be your boyfriend (nico hischier) by @theemporium

second best (jack hughes) by @chewingcyanideA

my heart's racing, and it isn't the exercise (luke hughes) by @sunnyskiesscareme

head start (jack hughes) by @youunravelme

first rule of fight club (jack hughes) by @thatintrovertedwriter

valentines (nico hischier) by @hischierdevils

reaching out (jack hughes) by @bedsyandco

clumsy (jack hughes) by @babydollmarauders

a walk down memory lane (jack hughes) by @letsgetrowdy43

lover of mine (nico hischier) by @ohmyeyesmyeyes

you're not the one (nico hischier) by @ladylooch

moth to a flame (jack hughes & trevor zegras) by @itsjusthockey

when the party's finally over: pt 1 & pt2 (jack hughes) by @itsjusthockey

NEW - off limits: pt 1 & pt 2 (nico hischier) by @hischierhoney

NEW YORK ISLANDERS

five times everyone knew mat loved you & the one time mat realized himself (mathew barzal) by @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

bad luck charm (mathew barzal) by @matwith1t

show you (mathew barzal) by @islesnucks

to all the girls you've loved before: pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5, pt 6 (mathew barzal) by @youunravelme

the word wing-woman (mathew barzal) by @youunravelme

this is how you fall in love (mathew barzal) by @youunravelme

it's nice to have a friend (mathew barzal) by @youunravelme

we've come so far baby (mathew barzal) by @mendeshoney

TORONTO MAPLE LEAFS

cause i'm not ready (auston matthews) by @misshoneyimhome

3 times people asked you if you an auston were together + 1 time you finally are? (auston matthews) by @bedsyandco

we're parents? like actually parents? (auston matthews) by @austonwithan-o

moth to a flame (auston matthews ft mitch marner) by @marnerparty

VANCOUVER CANUCKS

lucky (quinn hughes) by @43-hugs

4 times everyone else caught on before the 1 time you and quinn finally did (quinn hughes) by @mrsensitive

5 times Quinn wanted to kiss you + 1 time he finally did (quinn hughes) by @bedsyandco

friend's don't (quinn highes) by @hischierdevils

third time's the charm (quinn hughes) by @thatintrovertedwriter

fearless (quinn hughes) by @theemporium

plus one (quinn hughes) by @bagopucks

growing up is (quinn hughes) by @adoristsposts

NEW - home (brock boeser) by @bedsyandco

NEW - nothing but love (quinn hughes) by @starry-hughes

NEW - can i be close to you? (quinn hughes) by @43-hugs

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comphy-and-cozy · 27 days

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The After Party II

Pairing: Brady Skjei x Reader (f) x Andrei Svechnikov

Summary: A year after your illicit tryst with your current fling and your ex-fling, you meet again. Part two to The After Party.

Word Count: 6.3K

Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY). Light alcohol use/mention, swearing. Threesome (MFM - no MxM), fingering (vaginal + anal - f receiving), oral sex (m + f receiving (vaginal)), unprotected sex, vaginal sex, anal sex (f receiving), double penetration, mild cumplay. **Please do your research before engaging in any sexual activity but especially anal sex. This is fiction and by no means any indication of how one should prepare. :)

Author's Note: happy belated birthday, @smileysvech! I hope your bday gang bang 2.0 makes this year's celebration one to remember. thank you for being my biggest cheerleader and for all of your unwavering support. 😘🖤

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The party is unlike one you’ve ever been to. Like a themed sorority bid night, but with a much higher budget; the decor is elaborate, a sea of blacks and reds and glitter. Candles illuminate the room, making the atmosphere feel dark. Ornate. Indulgent.

Your boyfriend dons a black leather jacket and black jeans that accentuate his thick thighs. His jacket is completely unzipped, revealing more than a tantalizing sliver of his toned, golden muscles; they’re all but bare, the deep cut lines of his abdomen, an opportunity to show off his impressive body. The silver cross branded on his bare sternum is a stark contrast to the crown of thorns perched on his head. Judas.

Your dress contrasts his outfit entirely; lace and ivory wrapped around your body, the corset bodice hugging your figure. It’s demure, but the gold necklace—a 37 sitting prettily on your exposed chest—draws the eye down to your cleavage, a sexy twist to the otherwise sweet, shy, virtuous look. Thick, feathery wings glitter on your back, enhancing the angelic look, complete with a pretty, glittering rhinestone crown—symbolic of a halo.

A light to his dark, day to his night, heaven to his hell. Andrei’s angel.

His brand on you runs far deeper than his name etched onto your back at his games, and though your claim on him is invisible, he wears it proudly on his chest, seizing every opportunity to show you off as his girl. It’s been there since before he made you his girlfriend, officially, but it’s only grown since then in the last year that you’ve been together.

Tonight is no exception. Andrei’s hand lingers on your side, a silent message to anyone who would dare to question who you belong to. You’re not typically one for the whole possession thing, but you can’t deny him—not when he looks at you like that.

You mingle, sipping on your cocktail, enjoying the night of frivolity—one of the last before the final push of the season and preparation for playoffs begins. Nykki and Martin make their way to you two, and eventually, the two boys depart in favor of who knows what shenanigans.

Across the room, talking to two pretty leather-clad demons, is the handsome brunette from your past. His handsome, warm smile is plastered across his face, no doubt letting some pretty words doused in honey drip from his mouth. You ignore the pang of—something—that bubbles in your chest at the sight, not even wanting to spend the time identifying what it is.

As if he can sense it, his eyes glance up and lock with yours for the briefest of moments. A smirk plays at the corner of his lips as he lifts his beer to his mouth, winking so quickly you’re not sure if you imagined it. The next moment, he’s back to his flirtatious antics, laughing jovially at the taller of the two girls flanking either side of him.

You return to your conversation with Nykki, though you feel his gaze flitting back to you, burning a hole in your side, tempting you to look his way. Glittering disco balls hang from the ceiling, illuminating the walls with the light from the candles’ flames, and you ignore the urge to glance over at him again.

“Your outfit is so cute,” Nykki’s saying, fingers caressing the feathers on your wings. “And I love your wings!”

With a smile, you thank her. “I was going for a bit of a sexy angel vibe, you know?”

“I’m sure Andrei appreciates that very much,” she replies with a knowing smirk and a gentle nudge of your elbow. You chance a look back to the corner of the room, but the handsome brunette you’ve been making eyes at is gone; you don’t dare to turn your head to look for him, not standing next to Nykki.

Soon enough, she gets called away, and you’re left alone, uncomfortably vulnerable at a party where you still don’t quite feel like you belong, despite having attended several events as Andrei’s other half. Swirling the ice in your cocktail glass, you’re about to down the rest of your drink so that you can head back to the bar before you search for your boyfriend. As the rim of the glass touches your lips, you feel a looming presence approach your left side.

“Should’ve known you’d copy me,” says a voice that you know all too well. Out of instinct, your head turns and you’re blessed with the sight of Brady, up close and personal. His dark hair, peppered with gray, is messy, styled that way, a strand falling lazily in his face—he looks more like James Dean than an angel, with the suave and confident demeanor.

“I think I look way more angelic than you,” you say, eyeing the loosely buttoned linen top and expanse of his chest. He looks so effortlessly cool, the high-waisted, wide-legged ivory slacks hanging loosely as he’s leaned against the wall with an air of nonchalant swagger.

He watches you, a smug smile tugging at his lips. The beer bottle rests loosely between two fingers and his thumb. “Take a picture. It’ll last longer.”

Your face grows hot at the callout and your eyes dart away, embarrassed. You’re sure he’s smirking now, feeling the burn from his gaze.

“You do look beautiful, though.”

Brady’s voice is lower as he says it, almost like he’s dropped the confident, playboy facade. You thank him shyly, and in the blink of an eye, the curtain’s back up, the smirk plastered back on his face.

“Where’s your man?” he asks casually. He might as well have been glancing at his nails, but you have the feeling his question is far from innocent.

“Think he’s out playing Spikeball on the patio,” you reply, head craning to try and spot him through the window. He’s exactly where you thought, grinning after slamming the ball into the net, fist bumping Marty in celebration. You smile.

“And he left you alone? Looking like that?”

You shoot Brady a glance, the bold flirtation alerting you to his potential motives. It is his birthday, after all, and you certainly gave him a birthday to remember last year.

Your eyebrow raises. “What’s it to you?”

“Well,” he says, slipping a hand into his pocket, “I know if you were my girl, I’d be fucking you over the counter in the bathroom right now, dressed like that.”

Heat floods your body, white hot and scorching straight through your bloodstream at his blunt words. You sip at your drink, desperate for something to alleviate the dryness in your throat. “That’s not very angelic of you to say, Saint Skjei.”

“Aww, but baby, we both know you’re far from angelic. Don’t we?”

This time, in addition to the warmth on your cheeks, you also feel a deep throb between your legs. His words beckon a flashback of strong hands—4 of them—caressing your body, driving you to the height of pleasure; of the feeling of being so delightfully full.

“Baby, come outside and—oh, shit, hey, Skjeisy,” Andrei’s deep voice echoes, veering from his path to you to give his teammate a clap on his back. “Birthday brother.”

Brady offers your boyfriend a wide grin and a clink of his bottle against Andrei’s glass. Your cheeks burn as they flank you, tall and looming and so large compared to you. The memory of last year’s celebration lingers, flooding your mind with a foggy heat that suddenly makes it a little bit hard to breathe.

“What’re you up to?” he asks, looking at you with a smile, like he can see the mist clouding your brain. “What’d I miss?”

“Just telling your beautiful girlfriend how fuckable she looks,” Brady says, unabashed. If you weren’t used to his antics by now, you’d be surprised at his boldness.

Andrei pauses for the briefest of moments, registering the implication behind his friend’s words before he’s turning to look at you, a mischievous expression on his face. “She does, doesn’t she?”

By now, your pulse is racing, practically sweating under the heated gaze of both men standing before you. You watch both of their eyes roving over your figure, undoubtedly envisioning filthy things; you wonder if either of them notice the way your pulse beats in your throat.

“Malyshka, tell him what I told you earlier tonight.” Andrei’s command is gentle, light-hearted, but there’s a longing behind them.

Surging heat goes straight to your cheeks, burning at having to repeat Andrei’s words. You glance at him, and he nods encouragingly. So you swallow, murmuring, “Y-you said you were gonna fuck me how I deserved to be fucked tonight.”

Amusement flickers in Brady’s eyes, along with a blue flame that matches the one glowing inside you. “Oh yeah? How’s that?”

“Like the only girl lucky enough to fuck me on my birthday,” Andrei finishes for you. A statement of pride; pride in the ownership you have over him, too.

The fire in Brady’s irises grows, burning bright. You watch an entire cinema of filthy thoughts run through his mind; you’re sure all three of you are thinking the same thing—it’s Brady’s birthday, too. And you are a lucky, lucky girl.

Tension is thick in your little triangle, almost like you’re sizing each other up. Andrei’s eyes dance to yours, and he presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, whispering in your ear, “You want him to come home with us, dorogoy?”

Your gaze locks with Brady’s, who couldn’t have heard your boyfriend’s question, but looks like he’s waiting for your answer all the same. Keeping your eyes on his melted chocolate ones, your only reply is a subtle nod, and you feel Andrei’s smile against your cheek.

Twenty minutes later, you step into Andrei’s apartment after the world’s most excruciating Uber ride with the heat of Brady’s leg pressed against yours, his hand drawing slow, teasing circles on the inside of your thigh. Andrei had sat in the passenger seat, making idle conversation with the driver, Brady chiming in regularly, as if he wasn’t driving you into a slow descent into insanity. It was almost enough to make you mad, had you not been spending all of your effort trying not to make a mess on the Uber’s leather seats.

You watch the way Brady’s eyes flare with heat when he follows the two of you into the kitchen, eyeing the quartz countertop. His eyebrow arches with a glance at Andrei, a silent message sent in the quiet of his apartment. The brunette slinks up beside you, a warm hand caressing your waist, and all at once you remember.

“I’d be fucking you over the counter in the bathroom right now, dressed like that.”

He catches your eye, a wink at you as if he knows you’re remembering his words. “So pretty.”

“So are you,” you whisper shyly. His lips curl into a grin, making him look even more handsome.

Brady stalks closer to you, all too similar to a predator stalking its prey; the only thing missing is David Attenborough’s dulcet tones, narrating his actions like a wildlife documentary. Despite the itch in the tips of your fingers to touch his skin, to drag your hands through his hair, you back away from him until you’re caught between the kitchen island and his large, looming body. Andrei seems content to watch the scene in front of him play out, standing behind you on the opposite side of the island.

“Wanna kiss you,” Brady says, voice barely above a whisper as his eyes move to your lips. Your throat bobs in anticipation as you feel the edge of the countertop pressed into your lower back, trapped between Brady’s body and the island. “Can I?”

You nod, but you see Brady’s eyes flick behind you, silently seeking approval from your boyfriend. Andrei must have given it, for the next moment, Brady’s smiling, hand moving to thread through the curls you’d styled earlier that day. His lips brush against yours, feather light, teasing, waiting.

The pause is agonizing, time momentarily standing still as your heart thuds against your chest before Brady finally, finally presses forward to kiss you fully. It’s sweet, far sweeter than the mischievous glint in his eye or the seductive lines he’d traced on your leg in the Uber; for a moment, he really is the angel he’s dressed as instead of the carefully hidden sinner’s persona.

It doesn’t take long for Brady to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours as his hands move from your waist to knead at the globes of your ass. His lips curl upward as he swallows your moan, lifting you easily to set you on the countertop. Warm hands slide up the front of your bare thighs, pushing the skirt of your dress up to reveal bare, sensitive skin.

The shift in position allows you to press your body into him, knees settling on either side of his hips as he steps between your legs. Your makeout gradually shifts from sweet and timid to passionate and scorching, whimpers slipping out of your throat as his hands slide the straps of your wings off your shoulders.

Brady’s lips trail over your jawline, sending a shiver down your spine when his lips find the spot on your neck that makes your toes curl. Your head falls back, allowing him easier access to suck a mark into the tender skin. He places a hand behind your head, supporting your neck, guiding you slowly down onto your back.

The countertop is cool against your bare shoulders, your large, feathery wings no longer digging into your skin. You shiver, not from the temperature of the quartz, but the heat from Brady’s gaze as he tears his lips away from you, standing slowly. His hands blaze fire down your legs, trailing a fingertip lightly down your calf before grasping an ankle in each hand, making a slow show of spreading your legs.

“Forgot you like to wear these little tiny things you call underwear,” he muses, running a thumb along the sodden lace covering your modesty.

Andrei, no longer interested in sitting on the sidelines, lets his palm coast over your chest, over your breast, over the bunched up fabric from your skirt, feeling for himself what Brady describes. “You’re soaked already, malyshka.”

Already, just the touch of their hands on your body lights it on fire, and you sigh as Brady’s thumbs rub gentle circles into your calves. Your pulse quickens, nipples instantly hardening when Andrei pushes the top of your corset top down your torso, freeing your breasts. His hand offers a small reprieve from the cool air when it massages one of your breasts, humming approvingly at the way your spine arches into his touch.

“He’s good with his hands, isn’t he?” Brady coos.

You nod, and Andrei smirks at you. Lord knows how many times he’d brought you to a euphoric release with just his hands alone, skilled and strong and wicked in their promise. As if to prove the point, he pinches your peaked nipple between two fingers, earning a yelp from your mouth. But then his hand trails farther, two large fingers digging into the damp lace and tugging it to the side; you gasp quietly at the cool air that hits your most intimate area, the sound melding into more of a moan when you see the heat in Brady’s eyes as he gazes at your folds.

The dynamic is clear: Andrei, revealing you to his friend, presenting you on a platter—or, in this case, his kitchen counter.

“I didn’t get to taste you last time,” Brady comments, his voice low and husky. “Not really.”

Your core clenches at his words, anticipation buzzing through you. Brady smiles, licking his lips. Above you, Andrei nods once, and the brunette needs no more encouragement to sink lower until he’s eye-level with your cunt. He draws a finger through your center, collecting some of the dripping nectar with a click of his tongue.

“This for him,” he asks, jerking his head toward Andrei, who has resumed the gentle knead and massage of your breasts, “or me?”

Another pinch of your nipple has you whimpering. “Wh-who says it can’t be both?”

A low chuckle sounds from Brady’s throat, a smug smile curling up on his handsome face. “Knew you liked being shared, pretty girl, just didn’t know how much.”

He delves into your core like a man starved, long laves of his tongue ending with a flick against your sensitive clit. By instinct, your back arches and your hips raise to meet his mouth, seeking out more of the pleasure that blooms through your body as he presses his face against you. “So sweet, baby.”

Brady is good with his mouth, and he knows it. Expertly, he alters between flat licks of his tongue and sucking gently on your clit, with a precision only someone with experience can manage. It doesn’t take him long to remember what makes you tick, how you gush around his tongue when he slides it inside of you and fucks you with it.

Just as the energy starts to build deep within you, you’re crying out when he abruptly tears himself away from you. “Brady—”

“Hmm?” he asks, sharing an amused look with Andrei. “What’s wrong?”

“Need—need your mouth.” You can’t help the whine that accompanies your words, the desperation that crawls under your skin.

“Aren’t you forgetting someone?”

You lick your lips, guiltily glancing back to catch Andrei, an eyebrow raised and an amused smirk painted on his face.

“He has a nice mouth,” you say, as if to justify your unrestrained desire for the man who isn’t your boyfriend.

Andrei hums. “So do you, kisa. Can you do something for me?”

“Anything.”

“Lay your head back for me.”

You do as told, and Andrei tugs you toward him a few inches so your head is leaning off of the countertop. “Open your mouth for me, baby.”

Andrei leans down to kiss you, soft and slow, and you sigh into him, the familiarity of his mouth helping to alleviate some of your nerves; the pulse between your legs is all but forgotten under his attention. As he pulls away, he purses his lips, dropping a long, thick wad of saliva into your open mouth. You feel the slow drip of it against your tongue, slipping down your throat as you swallow obediently.

“Khoroshaya deovochka,” he murmurs as he stands to his full height. Good girl.

The praise makes your nipples tighten as you shiver. You can feel Brady’s hot breath on your inner thigh, can feel the heat from his gaze as he takes in the sight of your open, wet, waiting core. His lips against your skin makes you jolt slightly, a sigh breathed out against Andrei’s tip pressed against your lips.

“God, I missed eating this pretty pussy,” Brady says, his tongue flitting against your entrance, teasing you. You can feel the way your pussy throbs under his attention, like she knows she’s mere moments away from relief.

Andrei chuckles lowly, his eyes no doubt stuck on the brunette working his way between your thighs. Your own throat bobs in anticipation, waiting for Andrei to push his tip past your lips and into your open mouth.

Then, as if following a countdown that only they could hear, Brady’s fingers broach your eager entrance, simultaneous with the gentle push of Andrei’s length to meet your tongue. Swiftly, steadily, they fill you up with a practiced precision that makes your toes curl, the sensation so complete and fulfilling—pun intended.

Your Russian is patient, feeling the gasp as Brady works another finger into you before his hand slips into your hair, holding your neck steady while he presses his hips forward. He tests his own restraint, inching in and out while your mouth and throat accommodate and adjust to his size, your tongue flatting against the top of him.

Brady’s mouth joins his fingers, sure to catch the slick pooling around your entrance; he probes and teases with the tip of his tongue, taking his time to re-learn what makes your spine arch and the breath catch in your throat. He groans, exhaling lowly against your center, eyes fluttering closed as he savors the taste of you.

“So fucking sweet. Svech, do me a favor and fuck her face a little harder so I can feel her gush on my tongue.”

“Aye aye,” Andrei says with a smirk, a mock salute before his other hand is placed on the other side of your neck, stabilizing your face before he gently picks up the pace of his thrusts. Your eyes water at the intrusion, at the different angle of his cock in your throat, breathing steadily through your nose.

Soon enough, your boyfriend has a consistent rhythm, and any whine you want to let out is blocked by his length lodged in your airway. He hums, smugness dripping from his voice, “Love watching the outline of my cock in your throat, kisa. You take me so well.”

The praise alone makes heat surge to your core, right into Brady’s eager mouth, and he moans, choking out, “That’s it, baby.”

His pace picks up, directly correlating to the flutter in your belly, to Brady’s tongue and fingers working in tandem to drive you closer and closer to the edge. Your hips roll against his face, seeking out that delicious friction that will have you hurtling into euphoria. His head is too far to reach with your arms, so you occupy your hands by taking to your breasts, massaging and tweaking at your nipples while Andrei continues his rough thrusts. Streaks of saliva marr your face, frothy and wet, leaving filthy evidence on his usually pristine kitchen floor.

For a fleeting second, you wonder what this must look like; you, spread wide and waiting on your boyfriend’s counter, getting stuffed at both ends by two handsome, talented men, both eager to drive you to your peak. It’s the image of your body between them that has your release barreling through you, a choked groan sounding out despite the intrusion in your throat. Brady groans, mingled curses and praises slipping out while he works you through the waves of your climax.

Andrei doesn’t let up, not until Brady’s pulling away from the apex of your thighs, the scar on his chin coated with your orgasm. He helps you up, admiring the swell of your lips and the tear tracks on your face before he smiles and presses a wet, musky kiss against your lips. “So pretty. Even prettier when your face is a mess like this.”

“You wanna take her cunt this time? My treat.” Andrei asks with a grin wide enough to reveal his missing tooth.

“I’d be honored,” Brady says with a mock nod of his head, his eyes flicking to yours with a mischievous grin.

“C’mon, malyshka,” Andrei murmurs, lifting you easily in his arms to take you into the bedroom. He deposits you on the bed, positioning you to leave room for Brady to follow and kneel before you. Your eyes draw to the bulge in his pants, the thin fabric doing little to hide his modesty as Andrei helps you to remove what’s left of your costume.

“You want it?” he asks in a teasing tone.

“You got to taste me,” you say, blinking up at him. “It’s only fair I get to return the favor.”

Andrei sniggers at your quick remark. “So eager, my pretty little slut.”

The name sends heat coursing through your body, radiating particularly between your legs. Brady moves to remove his expensive trousers, and soon, you’re presented with a mouth-watering view of his very impressive, very erect length. Your tongue slips out to lick your lips, eager to feel the weight of him in your mouth.

Of course, Brady can’t resist teasing you, gripping himself loosely as he taps his tip against your cheek. Your mouth opens, impatient, but he doesn’t give you what you want; not yet. Instead, he drags the head across your lips, slow, teasing, agonizing.

“What a good girl,” he murmurs, almost like he’s talking to himself, but then he winks at you. “So obedient.”

Brady’s instruction is simple, just a soft, “tongue out,” before he’s running his tip over it, pressing himself firmly against your tongue. You sigh out at the taste of him, precum already dripping onto your waiting taste buds, earnestly wrapping your lips around his tip as you take him into your mouth.

Beside you, Andrei draws the slightest attention back to himself by divesting himself of his clothes, dropping unceremoniously to the floor. You feel a warm, large hand running along the curve of your ass, giving the flesh a squeeze before his fingers probe lightly at your entrance, testing the slickness he finds there.

As you work at Brady’s length, jaw opening wider to fit more of him into your mouth, Andrei’s hand slides up just a few inches higher, and all at once the agreement from earlier sinks in.

If Brady was going to fuck your pussy, then that means…

Almost like he’s reading your mind, Andrei chuckles behind you when you gasp with realization. Not long after, the pad of his finger presses gently against the tight bud, teasing and prodding. For a brief moment, you tear yourself away from Brady to crane your head, just in time to see Andrei spitting onto his fingers, coating them with his saliva before bringing his hand back down to your backside. He smirks at you, then winks at Brady as his first finger teases you, your mouth falling open at the feeling—not enough.

But Brady clears his throat, not pleased with the lack of attention, and his hand gently turns your head back to face him. “Back to work, sweet girl.”

Ever eager to serve, you do as you’re told, only this time, you moan around Brady’s length as Andrei presses the tip of his finger past the puckered ring. Slowly, he eases it in, carefully testing the depth with slow, gentle pulses as your body relaxes to the foreign sensation. Your tongue lolls against Brady, whimpering as you do your best to stay focused on him.

Whether it’s to help you or just to show some dominance, you aren’t sure, but soon Brady’s hand is threading through your hair, gripping it into a ponytail at the base of your skull. Slowly, he pushes your head forward, watching the way his length slides between your lips. The beautiful brown of his eyes lock with yours, monitoring your reaction as he gradually increases the pace. His hold is firm, the tug on your hair just hard enough to have you shivering.

Soon enough, he’s fucking your throat, and Andrei’s eased two fingers into you, priming you for what’s to come. Spit, drool, and tears track your face, a frothy mixture pooling at your lips when Brady finally pulls out. He smiles, admiring his handiwork. “Love that throat of yours.”

Andrei hums behind you, his thumb brushing against your clit and nearly making you jump. “Baby, you’re dripping. You like when Brady fucks that pretty mouth?”

You nod, licking your lips with a smile. Brady winks at you. “Love fucking all of your holes, darlin’.”

A fresh wave of heat gushes between your legs, accompanied by a slap to your ass and a Russian curse. His fingers flex inside of you gently working you open. “Get to it, then,” you challenge him.

“Aw, baby, I’m flattered,” he says with another smug smile. “But I think I want to watch that pretty boyfriend of yours fuck your pretty little ass first.”

Your heart flutters at his words, and you turn to look at Andrei as he’s retrieving his bottle of lube from the nightstand drawer. The liquid is cold on your skin, warmed quickly by his hand, finger pressing into you. He eases you open, adding another finger, and then another, until he deems you ready for his more than considerable length.

“Ready, malyshka?”

You cast a glance at Brady, who smirks at you with darkened eyes, like the sight of you on your hands and knees and three fingers in your ass is nearly sending him over the edge. “Fuck me, Drei.”

When Andrei presses into you, you wince at the stretch as you adjust to the sensation. He sucks in a breath, murmuring a low curse in Russian. Gripping your sides, his hands squeeze tightly as he waits patiently for your approval to keep going.

Brady hums as he greedily drinks in the sight of you. He murmurs low, filthy promises to you, watching intently as Andrei patiently pushes deeper; your mouth falls open as your body adjusts to the stretch, his more-than-adequate width nearly enough to make your eyes cross.

“Doin’ so good for me,” is Andrei’s gentle purr, groaning as he starts low, shallow thrusts. Your fingers grip into the bedsheets, gasping out. By the time he’s thrusting at a steady pace, tears are already pricking at your eyes from how blissfully sinful it feels, his tip directly nudging into the spot that makes you see stars.

Andrei fucks you thoroughly, until you’re a mumbling, shaking mess. Your body arches as his large hand traces its way down your spine, coming to rest at the base of your neck; he presses you down into the mattress, just slightly, just enough to make your breathing a bit more labored. He leans forward, too, and you cry out when the action shifts his cock even deeper inside of you. Lips dot gentle kisses against your shoulder blades, accompanied by slow, shallow thrusts as your body trembles beneath him.

“Come,” is all he says; a command and a plea all at once. He doesn’t have to say anything else, only keep his movements steady until you cry out loudly as your release radiates through every bone in your body.

Your Russian is patient, coaxing out the final waves of your orgasm as your thighs tremble from the force of it. Brain foggy, you register the feeling of fingers carding through your hair, soothing you as your vision begins to come back to you. Soon enough, you float back into reality and Andrei smiles, warm enough to feel your heart start to melt at the sight.

“C’mere,” he says, wrapping his arms solidly around you and falling onto his back, bringing you with him. Brady’s figure steps between your legs, large and looming, his eyes glued to where Andrei’s cock is still stuffed deep inside your hole. All at once, the warmth in your heart quickly turns back into desire, and your core flutters.

“You gonna fuck me, too?” Your voice is laced with challenge, a teasing lilt in your tone.

“You want me to fuck you?” Brady quips, a dark eyebrow raised in amusement. “Want me to fuck this tight little cunt?”

“S’your birthday gift,” you say, and Andrei chest shakes with a chuckle beneath your back. Brady smiles, his eyes dragging to the place in question, spread open and waiting for him.

“Lucky me,” is his hummed response, moving his hand forward to rub a slow circle over your clit with his thumb. You whine, and Andrei pinches your sides in a silent command, holding you steady. He presses a kiss against your shoulder, his weight solid and strong beneath you—holding your body up without any effort, it seems. One of the many, many benefits of having a boyfriend who is a Big Boy.

Brady snaps your attention back to him when he steps closer to the apex of your thighs, fisting his erection as he lines himself up. His eyes, brown and molten, are transfixed on the way the tip of his cock slips into your eager and waiting entrance; he lets out a grunt at the feeling of your tight heat wrapped around him.

You, on the other hand, are completely speechless—you’ve forgotten how to speak entirely, only nonsensical babbling slipping from your mouth. The feeling has you unable to focus on any one thing, consumed by how fucking good it feels to have both of them buried deep.

The two men work in sync, wordless, the same silent telepathy that they used earlier. In. Out. In. Out. Pleasure blossoms between your legs, tingly and warm as it spreads through your core, up your limbs, to the tips of your fingers and toes; you aren’t sure where you end and they begin.

“Kisa,” Andrei’s deep voice rumbles beneath you, murmuring lowly in your ear. “Feel good?”

You open your mouth to reply—yes, God, yes—but all that comes out is a jumbled moan, lilted higher when Brady presses in just that little bit deeper. He laughs, thumbs gripping your thighs tightly as he holds you open. “You kidding, Svech? Your girl loves being stuffed full of dick. These slutty little holes are drooling all over us.”

Brady’s words earn a low flutter—whether in your belly or in another area, you aren’t quite sure—but based on the growl that slips from Andrei, you’re inclined to believe the latter. His hand slinks up your side to massage at your breast, the other branding fingertip-shaped marks into your hip. “That true, dorogoy?”

Because your brain is in the process of being fucked into mush, it’s all you can do to nod, a weak, “Yes” tumbling out of your mouth. His breath is hot against your shoulder, murmurs of Russian curses low in your ear. “How lucky am I, huh? My gorgeous girl, treating me and my friend so good on our birthday.”

The deep purr of praise is like a catalyst to the heat in your veins, setting it ablaze through every cell in your body. Your back arches off of Andrei’s warm torso, and this time you’re sure that you clench tightly around both of them.

“Drei,” you sigh, “please.”

“Please, what?”

“C-come… make me… c-come—”

Brady smiles while his thumb resumes the same steady, circular motion on your clit, like he can’t decide if he’s amused or turned on at your desperate plea. For Andrei, though, it’s no laughing matter; suddenly, his thrusts become even steadier, more sure. He’s determined, hips setting a metronome that contrasts Brady’s pace, speeding up ever so slightly.

When your climax hits, it’s like time stands still: your breath, frozen in your lungs, mouth open in a silent scream, a snapshot taken just as the fire ignites at the place where Andrei and Brady meet inside of you. Your body tenses, spine rigid as your legs begin to shake in Brady’s strong hands, doing little to absorb the ripple effect of your orgasm.

“Shiiiiit,” the brunette groans, amid the mish mash of Russian and English pouring from Andrei’s mouth as his hips slow to a halt, content to feel the way your body writhes and reacts to him.

“Think we need to do this more often,” Andrei says, and you can hear the smirk in his voice; you can see it reflected in Brady’s eyes, predatory, devouring the sight of you below him. He doesn’t need to voice his agreement out loud; it’s clear in the way he can barely resist pulling out of you to help you onto shaky feet, then to your knees on the floor.

With a blink, your gaze floats up between Andrei and Brady, standing over you, each fisting their lengths, glistening with you. Your hands dance their way up your body, brushing your hair out of the way before returning to cup your breasts. “Happy birthday, boys.”

Brady’s eyes darken and Andrei allows a low growl at the sight of you, your breasts pressed together like the sexiest canvas they’ll ever see. Both of them work their hand over their dicks, varying in speed but sharing the same intensity—the same kind of unrestrained desperation, stretching themselves for the final sprint to the finish line.

Andrei’s deep groan comes first, ropes of his release splattering across your decolletage, dripping down into the cleavage you offer. A sharp curse from Brady’s mouth precedes his own peak, cum landing on your chin before sliding down and dripping onto your chest. Your boyfriend’s eyes glitter, watching the drips meld together into a mixture of one.

Without a word, Andrei steps toward you, crouching slightly to run his hands across your chest, gathering some of the cum onto his fingers. His eyes lock with yours and, in silent reply to his silent question, your mouth opens obediently, allowing him to press his first and middle past your lips, pressing onto your tongue.

“Fuck, that’s a good girl,” Brady says, voice a combination of a chuckle and a groan. You suck on his digits, swallowing the salty mixture of them with a flourish.

“Angel,” Andrei muses, making sure you lap every last bit of cum off of his fingers. “She’s an angel.”

———

Bonus mini scene inspired by this video:

That weekend, you’re scrolling on social media when the Canes pregame video pops up. It autoplays, and your eye immediately catches the salt and pepper hair, your heart fluttering a little bit at the sight. Then Andrei’s on the screen, and you’re smiling at seeing him feeling so confident and in his element—he’s where he belongs.

But then you hear Brady say, “What a night!” followed by a loud laugh from Andrei, and your heart stops. They wouldn’t…

It takes another few replays to hear that Brady also says, “It’s a pleasure.”

When Andrei gets home later that night, high from a shutout win and clinching an official playoff spot, his wide smile fades slightly at the sight of you on the bed with your arms folded over your chest.

“Wh–?”

“Tell me what you whispered to Brady before the game,” you say, a glint in your eye.

Your boyfriend pauses, reflecting, then smirks when the memory comes back to him. His eyes flick to yours and his eyebrow raises. “You really wanna know?”

A pointed look is your only reply.

“I told him you still can’t walk today.”