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estapa-edwards · 1 month

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CHILDHOOD LOVERS - L. HUGHES

paring: Luke Hughes x fem! reader

word count: 1.6k

requested? yes -luke dating his childhood sweetheart and they are so in lvoe and perfect with each other, they keep it private to friends and family. luke goes out for the first time with the devils and a girl try’s to hood up with him but he declines because he is taken and the devils are suprised thinking it’s not like a serious relationship and then the next game jack and her suprised luke with her their and they realize how wrong they all were

warnings: use of y/n. established relationship

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Love stories often begin in the most unexpected places, but for Luke and Y/N, it all started on the frosty rinks of their childhood. Their love blossomed amidst the echoes of skates carving through ice and the exhilarating rush of the game they both adored. From innocent crushes to a deeply-rooted connection, their relationship had weathered the test of time, quietly flourishing away from the prying eyes of the world.

Luke and Y/N were inseparable since they were children. Growing up in the same neighborhood, their bond formed naturally, like two puzzle pieces destined to fit together. They shared secrets, dreams, and countless moments of laughter that solidified their bond as they navigated through the tumultuous journey of adolescence.

As they matured, their friendship evolved into something deeper. Luke found himself captivated by Y/N's infectious laughter, her unwavering support, and her gentle yet fiercely loyal nature. Y/N, in turn, cherished Luke's kindness, his passion for life, and the way his eyes sparkled with excitement every time he stepped onto the ice.

Their transition from friends to lovers was seamless, marked by stolen kisses beneath the stars and whispered promises of forever. Their love was a sanctuary, a refuge from the chaos of the world, and they guarded it fiercely, choosing to keep their relationship private, a sacred treasure shared only between them.

But life had a way of throwing unexpected challenges their way. Luke's passion for hockey led him to pursue a career in the NHL, a dream he had nurtured since he first laced up his skates. His talent caught the attention of the New Jersey Devils, and soon he found himself thrust into the whirlwind world of professional hockey.

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One chilly evening, after a particularly grueling practice, Luke returned home to find Y/N waiting for him in their cozy apartment. The sight of her instantly melted away the fatigue of the day, and he enveloped her in a warm embrace.

"Hey, you," Luke greeted, pressing a gentle kiss to Y/N's forehead.

"Hey yourself," Y/N replied, her smile lighting up the room. "How was practice?"

Luke sighed, sinking into the couch beside her. "Tough, as usual. But seeing you makes it all worth it."

Y/N reached for Luke's hand, intertwining their fingers as she leaned against him. "I missed you today. It feels like we haven't had a moment to ourselves in ages."

"I know," Luke admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "But I promise, we'll make up for lost time. How about we order in some food and have a quiet night in?"

Y/N's eyes sparkled with excitement. "That sounds perfect."

As they settled in for the evening, sharing stories and laughter over a meal, the outside world faded into the background. In that moment, it was just the two of them, cocooned in their love and the comfort of each other's presence.

Weekends offered a brief respite from the hectic pace of Luke's schedule, and they made the most of every moment together. On one occasion, they decided to escape the city and retreat to a secluded cabin nestled in the mountains.

The crisp mountain air filled their lungs as they embarked on a leisurely hike, hand in hand. Surrounded by towering trees and breathtaking vistas, they reveled in the serenity of nature and the joy of being together.

"I could stay here forever," Y/N mused, her gaze sweeping across the panoramic landscape.

Luke smiled, pulling her close. "As long as I'm with you, anywhere feels like home."

However, their decision to keep their relationship private would soon be put to the test. During one of his first outings with his teammates, Luke found himself the object of unwanted attention from a persistent admirer. Despite the allure of temptation, Luke remained resolute, his heart belonging only to Y/N.

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It was a typical evening out with his teammates, filled with laughter, camaraderie, and the occasional fan encounter. As they settled into a booth at their favorite bar, Luke couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at him.

"So, Luke, any plans for tonight?" one of his teammates, Jack, asked with a mischievous grin.

Luke shrugged, trying to mask his discomfort. "Not really. Probably just gonna head home after a few drinks."

His response earned him a chorus of teasing remarks from the others, but Luke ignored them, his thoughts drifting to Y/N.

Meanwhile, across the room, a group of women had taken notice of the handsome hockey player and were whispering excitedly amongst themselves. Before Luke could react, a bold figure approached their table, a flirtatious smile playing on her lips.

"Hey there, handsome," she purred, leaning in close to Luke. "Mind if I join you?"

Luke's pulse quickened as he exchanged uneasy glances with his teammates. Despite the temptation that tugged at his heartstrings, he knew where his loyalty lay—with Y/N.

"I appreciate the offer, but I'm taken," Luke replied firmly, his voice leaving no room for misinterpretation.

The woman's smile faltered for a moment before she recovered, her eyes narrowing with determination. "Come on, don't be shy. I'm sure your girlfriend won't mind."

Luke's resolve hardened as he thought of Y/N, her image clear in his mind's eye. "I'm sorry, but I'm not interested. Please, respect my boundaries."

With a huff of frustration, the woman retreated, leaving Luke feeling both relieved and unsettled. His teammates exchanged surprised glances, clearly taken aback by his refusal.

"Wow, Luke, I didn't know you were in a serious relationship," Dawson remarked, his tone tinged with disbelief.

Luke nodded, his expression solemn. "Yeah, it's just not something I like to broadcast to the world."

His teammates fell into a contemplative silence, the gravity of Luke's words sinking in. They had always assumed that Luke was just another young athlete enjoying the perks of fame and fortune, but his commitment to Y/N painted a different picture entirely.

As they continued their evening, Luke couldn't shake the feeling of relief that washed over him. Despite the brief moment of temptation, he had remained true to Y/N, reaffirming his loyalty and devotion to their relationship.

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The stadium buzzed with excitement as the New Jersey Devils prepared to take the ice for their next game. Among the sea of jerseys and cheering fans, Luke felt a familiar sense of anticipation building within him. Little did he know, this game would be unlike any other.

As the players filed onto the ice, Luke's focus was entirely on the game ahead. He scanned the crowd briefly, searching for a familiar face, but his attention was quickly drawn back to the task at hand.

Meanwhile, in the stands, Y/N sat nervously, her heart pounding with excitement and anticipation. She had carefully hidden her surprise from Luke, knowing that seeing her wearing his jersey would catch him off guard. But she couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he spotted her in the crowd.

As the game progressed, the tension in the arena reached a fever pitch. The Devils fought valiantly against their opponents, their determination evident in every pass, every shot, and every save.

Then, midway through the second period, it happened. Luke's eyes swept over the crowd, and there, amidst the throng of cheering fans, he spotted her—Y/N, wearing his jersey with pride.

His heart skipped a beat as he took in the sight, disbelief and joy warring within him. He couldn't believe that she was here, supporting him in such a public and visible way.

"Is that... Y/N?" one of Luke's teammates exclaimed, his voice filled with astonishment.

The others turned to look, their eyes widening in surprise as they spotted Y/N in the stands, proudly displaying Luke's jersey. It was a sight they never expected to see, and for a moment, they were rendered speechless.

But Luke's reaction spoke volumes. A smile spread across his face, his eyes shining with love and gratitude as he locked gazes with Y/N. In that moment, everything else faded away—the crowd, the game, even the pressure of professional hockey.

All that mattered was the woman he loved, standing in the stands, supporting him with every fiber of her being.

Jack leaned back in his seat, a contented smile gracing his features as he watched his brother, Luke, reunite with Y/N after the game. The sight of them together filled him with a profound sense of happiness and warmth.

He had always known how much Y/N meant to Luke, but seeing them together, their love palpable in every glance and touch, was a powerful reminder of the strength of their bond.

As Luke wrapped his arms around Y/N, pulling her close in a tight embrace, Jack couldn't help but feel a surge of pride for his brother. Despite the challenges they had faced, Luke had remained steadfast in his love for Y/N, never wavering in his commitment to their relationship.

And now, as they stood together amidst the cheers of the crowd, Jack knew that this moment would be etched in their memories forever—a testament to the enduring power of love and the unbreakable bond between two souls.

With a smile of his own, Jack raised his glass in a silent toast to his brother and Y/N, wishing them a lifetime of happiness and love. As he watched them disappear into the crowd, hand in hand, Jack felt a sense of peace settle over him.

For in that moment, he knew that no matter what life threw their way, Luke and Y/N would always have each other, their love a beacon of hope and strength in a world filled with uncertainty. And for Jack, there was no greater joy than seeing his brother truly happy, surrounded by the love of the woman who meant everything to him.

sorry this is so short

#hockey #nhl x reader #new jersey devils #nj devils #umich hockey #luke hughes x y/n #luke hughes fic #luke hughes x reader #umich lb

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heartsandhischier · 2 months

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Rink Bonds

luke hughes x female!reader

summary - 1.1k words. Figure skating reader and Michigan wolverine Luke = loveeeee

author's note - i can really see luke being like this, and i love it

warnings - none

You pushed open the heavy doors of Yost Arena, the familiar chill of the ice rink greeting you as you stepped inside. With a gap in your class schedule, you decided to make the most of it by hitting the ice for some practice. Another USFS intercollegiate competition approaching, you were determined to come out on top.

You headed to the locker room changing into your figure skating gear – black tights, a black jacket, and leg warmers – before lacing up your skates. After stowing your belongings in a locker, you grabbed your water bottle and headed to the rink. As you approached, the familiar sound of skates scraping against the ice and the clinking of hockey sticks filled your ears, indicating that you wouldn’t have the ice to yourself as you’d hoped.

Your annoyance faded, however, when you spotted the stowaway on the ice – Luke Hughes. Swiftly moving around the ice, navigating the puck as he let it fly into the net. The youngest of the famous Hughes brothers and a New Jersey Devils prospect, Luke was a familias name around the Michigan University campus, of course you knew who he was.

You had crossed paths with him a handful of times at various parties, and during your late-night practices at the rink, you’d often find him lingering after his hockey practice. Despite these encounters, you’d never engaged in more than a few awkward hellos and goodbyes. Each time he exited the rink, you’d enter, and vice versa, exchanging fleeting glances and polite nods as you passed by each other.

As you watched Luke’s graceful movements on the ice, it was as if he belonged there, the rink his natural habitat. Removing your skate guards and placing your water bottle on the bench, you elegantly glided onto the ice. The sound of skates slicing through the ice echoed in the rink as Luke paused his movements, turning his attention towards you. His warm smile greeted you as you approached. “Practice?” he offered, leaning casually on his stick.

A smile played on your lips as you nodded in agreement. “Yeah, change in my class schedule. So figured I’d put the newfound free time to good use,” you replied. “Same,” Luke chuckled. With a nod, you both resumed your routines, the sound of skates carving the ice filling the air.

For the next hour, you and Luke practiced on opposite sides of the rink, occasionally exchanging glances and playful banter. “You’re pretty good, Hughes,” you remarked, admiring his skill as he effortlessly sent the puck into the net.

“Likewise,” he laughed, skating around with ease.

As the weeks passed, you found yourself meeting again and again at the empty rink. It almost became an unspoken agreement between you and Luke, meeting at the same time between classes or during those late evenings when the campus was quiet.

With each meeting, your bond grew stronger, fueled by shared practices and playful banter. As you glided across the ice, Luke would often join you, his skates slicing through the surface so effortlessly. Despite the differences in your respective sports, you found common ground in your shared love for the rink.

You couldn’t help but laugh as Luke patiently tried to explain the nuances of hockey to you, his passion evident in every gesture. In return, you attempted to teach him the graceful movements of figure skating, guiding him through simple maneuvers with a patient hand.

“Okay, so imagine you’re gliding on air,” you explain, demonstrating a graceful spin on your skates. “Now, give it a try.”

Luke nodded eagerly, his determination shining through as he attempted to mimic your movements. Though his first attempts were a bit clumsy, you couldn’t help but admire his determination.

“Almost there,” you encouraged, stifling a laugh as he stumbled and fell onto the ice, landing on his butt with a thud.

As you focused on perfecting your flip jump, you felt a presence approaching on the ice. Turning around, you saw Luke skating towards you flashing you a charming smile. “Hey there,” he greeted, his voice carrying over the sound of skates slicing through the ice. “I was wondering if you’d like to come to my hockey game this weekend. It’s going to be a good one.”

You paused your practice, meeting his gaze with a playful smirk. “Hmm, tempting offer,” you replied, tilting your head to the side. “But only if you promise to come to my competition next week.”

Luke chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Deal,” he agreed without hesitation, extending his hand in a mock handshake.

With a wink, Luke skated backward, resuming his practice. “Can’t wait to see you there,” he called out before speeding off across the ice.

On the day of the hockey game, you found yourself seated in the stands, eagerly watching as the Michigan Wolverines took to the ice. During warmups, Luke skated to where you were seated in the stands, approaching with a smirk.

“I have a bet,” he declared, you smirked at him letting out a soft chuckle before urging him to go on. “If I score, you have to go on a date with me,” he continued, his confidence evident in his tone. Chuckling at his boldness, you accepted, “What if you don’t?” you asked. “We both know that won’t happen,” he winked before resuming his warm up.

As the game progressed, you watched in amazement as Luke displayed his skill on the ice, scoring goal after goal with precision and finesse. The puck went flying into the net, sending the crowd into a frenzy of cheers and applause. The arena echoed with the sound of the buzzer, a hat trick – this idiot scored a hat trick.

After the final buzzer sounded and the Michigan Wolverines secured a clear victory, Luke skated over to you with a triumphant grin on his face. “Well, what did you think?” he asked eagerly.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm, nodding in approval. “Impressive,” you admitted. “I mean, a hat trick? Way to show off,” you playfully remarked.

Luke let out a chuckle, his confidence soaring. “Thanks,” he replied, running a hand through his dark curls. “But I couldn’t have done it without a little motivation.” You raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on your lips. "Oh, so it was all about our little bet, huh?" you teased. Luke chuckled, his gaze softening as he looked at you. "Partly," he admitted, his tone turning more sincere. "But mostly because I wanted to impress you." The admission caught you off guard, a warmth spreading through your chest. "Well, consider me impressed," you said, unable to hide the smile that tugged at your lips. As the crowd began to disperse, Luke turned to you with a hopeful expression. "So, about that date..." he trailed off, leaving the invitation hanging in the air. You pretended to mull it over for a moment, though the answer was already clear in your mind.

"I suppose I owe you one.”

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wh1sp3rr · 6 months

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𑊡˚+₊🏆✦ — CERTIFIED PUSSY EATER + bkg; one shot

cw: nsfw, smut, aged up, established relationship, oral (f receiving), softdom!bkg, afab!reader

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it’s a cool night. the room is airy and quiet: a detachment from the rest of the world. your moans are soft and natural, skin dark in the shadows of the room, torso taut and stretched as you lean yourself further into the grey, cotton sheets and spread your legs more to accommodate for katsuki’s voracious tongue.

he kisses with an open mouth. little suck sucks and lets the sheen of sweat and saliva reflect his craftsmanship.

he’s moaning with you in unison, encouraging and almost cheering you on. a not so silent exchange, the gentle beckoning of him almost saying: ‘yes, baby. just like that. sing for me.’

there’s a desperate slide your body makes, tensing up from the cricks of pleasure and the humble troughs his sweet tongue begs soon send peaking waves up to the hair on your head.

he adapts to your movement, pushing his head deeper into the aperture between the flesh of your thighs. he pinches said flesh between the dip connecting his thumb and index finger mirrored on both hands: left and right, and then pulls down harshly, reaching for your ass whilst simultaneously connecting his nose with your pussy, keying his pink muscle in the desperate, fluttering orifice.

you gasp out: choked, earlier committing yourself to maintaining quiet, polite sounds, a flash of a self-made promise you had bonded yourself to. hand on heart, flirtatious, half-hearted words to bakugo:

‘you’ll see! i’ll be quiet…’

an honest attempt at trying to quietly avoid the fact that katsuki was a certified pussy-eater pro. you didn’t want to feed into his already massive ego.

"and you were doing so well." he teases. his smirk brushing at your skin in such unkind ways…

you get higher, squeeze harder.

he slurps. "come on, babe." he goads, kissing your inner thighs multiply. lets them linger before pressing another.

you whimper what sounds like a no.

he breathes in deeply, not quite a sigh but an acknowledgment. he lets his tongue punish rhythmically— snidely knowing you can’t resist. certified pussy eater.

surprisingly, you still hold out. just about.

his hands loosen their tight grasp on your thighs, lets the expanded mass of flesh return to its normal size. instead, he restores to a lighter touch. barely touching your skin and dancing his spread fingertips on the plush of your legs as if it were an ice skating rink.

his moans; a stereo vibration, add to your guaranteed climax. it’s a waiting game now.

but katsuki’s impatient.

his lips stop suckling and he asks you to look down at him.

"hey."

your heart takes the form of a hummingbird: fast and passionate. the pink on your cheeks is almost embarrassing, and you heave your head up from it’s sanctuary on the satin sleeved pillow and look with a fucked-out expression.

he almost comes on the spot. that sheen of sweat plasters and sticks little bits of your hair to your cheeks and forehead, messy and uncoordinated. your open mouth presents a pretty, breathy sound: in and out. your brows are furrowed, and pupils wide, painting your eyes almost completely black.

you can’t even talk.

he kisses your thigh again and stays staring at your face.

"give up, baby. i’m so fuckin’ hard for you right now, i need to hear you."

he shakes his head a little and speaks softly to himself.

"need to hear you so bad…"

you moan a decipherable ‘mhm’ and nod your head enthusiastically and sink back into the slope your head made its home in.

before even nestling back into your preceding comfort, katsuki’s tongue interrupts your action and your moans are incomparable to the ones before.

glossy eyes and open mouth: "yes, katsuki—" your voice cracks and it sounds like you’re about to cry. "yes—!" crack again.

together you come. katsuki’s grizzly, boyish moan first, yours second.

his moan fizzes out and the slick of his hand laddering his dick up-down-up-down ceases.

he kisses between your folds, right at the centre and rests his head over your thigh.

"fucking tastiest pussy in the world. i love you. mwah." and he air-kisses the sight of you from his new spot: heavy, laboured breath, lips engulfing you whole.

you stroke his face, tickle the blond tufts made soft from sweat behind his ear. he kisses your wrist.

you air-kiss his face back. "love you too."

#whispers fairytales ౨ৎ #wh1sp3rr #bakugou x reader #bakugou smut #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo oneshot #bakugo imagine #bakugou imagine #bakugo smut #bakugo x reader #bakugo x y/n

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megistusdiary · 29 days

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can i interest you all in figure-skating coach!arlecchino?

(longer post utc. no smut, just fluff? - tw slight age gap and also idk specifics on figure skating, i just like the idea 😚)

she's a well-known figure-skater, having gone to the olympics for snezhnaya for several years, each time bringing home the gold for her nation.

she's elegant in her movements yet calculated down to each singular motion to pull it all together in beautiful displays on ice. her outfits are always perfect down to the very threads sewn together.

the way she carries herself at conferences, on camera she's stoic but professional, and pretty enough to have both men and women at her feet when she performs.

that is until the incident.

a chronic back injury she's sustained from pushing her body too far. her coach was always relentless. even when she was miles ahead of her fellow competitors, her coach wanted more.

her coach demanded perfection from all her trainees, yet arlecchino was different. held on a pedestal for all to see.

but don't get it twisted. arlecchino herself would often be found practicing these challenging routines all alone at 3 in the morning. she would be exhausted, limbs aching, and relentless to achieve the cleanest routine.

that back injury changed her life. she disappeared for a few years from the skating world, leaving many of her fans in shock and fear.

luckily, for them, she returned soon after with an apprentice of her own. a younger man by the name of tartaglia with a rather charming theme to all his performances.

unlike arlecchino, he was bolder in his performances. a little sloppy, by her standards, but he made up for it in his flair. she could see even the judges swooning over him, the fans' attention now on him rather than her.

or so she had assumed.

she meets you when her old coach introduces the two of you. she's a good several years older than you, and you still carry that sweet, fresh-faced, joyful look on your face.

as you practice your routine for the both of them, her old coach leans over, suggesting arlecchino take you instead.

she snorts uncharacteristically at the suggestion, watching how your spins are slightly wobbly, the way you look just a tad too small on the ice. she wonders how in the world she could make you a star.

it isn't until she sees you perform with your music, with your passion, that she decides to train you.

she grows annoyed by how starkly different her old coach's methods have become. unlike when arlecchino trained, you clearly haven't been sculpted to perfection. she wonders how, at this point in your career, you wouldn't be there. though, she supposes your smile and demeanor make-up for some of your faults.

she trains you harder, scheduling extra lessons for you outside of your normal hours, watching you yawn and rub your eyes when she calls you in at midnight.

many of her students often leave, saying the pressure was too great. how she was too demanding. she never offered extra lessons, expecting people to bring her talent to work with in the first place.

so why did she give you extra attention?

why wouldn't she just let you leave?

no. she didn't want that... she wouldn't let that happen. she'd rather take extra time to not only make you competent, but a fierce competitor.s

she's even put you in ballet classes. even more remarkable is her own talent in ballet, which you can't help but admire.

the first time she ever finds herself looking at you closer than she imagined. she stands next to you, demonstrating stretches, her hand running up your spine to adjust your posture.

you exhale so softly, almost imperceptibly, but it makes her touch falter, landing just a little too tenderly at the base of your spine before she pulls away. she watches you the rest of the lesson, adjusting your legs and arms to the proper position, her hand trailing up to graze over your jaw.

she tilts your head upwards. "stop looking down." she comments, low and sultry, seeing you swallow thickly. "you're being trained by one of snezhnaya's most renowned figure skaters. act like it."

she gently squeezes your jaw before releasing you. "we're finished for the day." she leaves you panting, entirely embarrassed and internally screaming out.

unbeknownst to you, she sits in the car, staring at the hand she used to touch your jaw, a hardened look on her face. she clenches her hand, a soft blush appearing on her normally dull cheeks as she waits for you so you may both leave the ballet studio.

when you finally do perform at competitions, she finds herself growing much more vocal. oftentimes, she remains quiet, only cringing at her other students' stumbles and deductions.

but not with you.

your moves have become much more elegant, and everyone can see. the commentary surrounds how you seem to emulate the epitome of what your coach stood for herself, but in a much softer tone.

your performance leaves her enraptured, your routine completely clean, garnering you praise and showers of applause.

yet you leave the ice with only one person in mind, your hand brushing over hers when you walk past her to find your water bottle.

and, for the first time, she finds herself wanting more. even when you're sweaty under your glittering dress, hair a mess, makeup starting to smudge. she wants you. her perfect apprentice.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin wlw #fem reader #💐─𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 #🪷─𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 `♡´#arlecchino x reader #genshin arlecchino #arlecchino genshin #arlecchino x you #arlecchino x y/n #arlecchino

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mack-devereaux · 1 year

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Hey princess

Jack Hughes x Y/N

a/n: Why am I such a hopeless romantic 🤦🏼‍♀️ Picture is from Pinterest, also I have no clue how to run this app. Word count? Idk

Enjoy!

Little 6 year old Jack Hughes was trudging through the doors of the local hockey arena for practice. His mom and two brothers right ahead of him. As they got to the bleachers to set their bags down they prepared to go onto the ice until they noticed a few little girls twirling and skating around.

Jacks face scrunched up “mom what are they doing? This is a hockey rink.”

Ellen grinned as her three boys looked on. “Those are figure skaters, you guys play hockey on the ice, well they dance on the ice.” Jack watched as the little dancers finished up their practice, he looked at one of the girls wearing a pink skirt with grey leg warmers, her blonde curls flowing as she skated across the ice with little effort.

“Mom she looks like a princess” Jack said pointing at the blonde.

“I suppose they could be princesses” Ellen smiled at her middle boy.

“They need to hurry and get off the ice” Quinn huffed not impressed by the girls taking up time on the ice.

*14 years later*

From Rowdy:

Hey princess, you at the rink?

To Rowdy:

Hey J, yes I’m at the rink. I should be done about 6:30.

From Rowdy:

See you soon :)

Quinn, Jack and Luke all headed towards the local ice rink to get some quality brother bonding time in. They heard music playing as they walked in and Quinn and Luke both stopped immediately and turned to Jack.

“Really? You made us come early so you could see the end of Y/Ns practice?” Quinn chirped at his younger brother. Luke giggling at Jacks flushed face.

“Shut up, I haven’t seen her since I got to town” Jack grumbled dropping his bag on the floor.

The boys all walked over to the bleachers and started to lace their skates up and Jack walked up to the edge of the rink to watch Y/N. His mood instantly getting better as he saw her. Her pink skirt had been traded in for black leggings and a black long sleeve t shirt, her blonde curls even more unruly as she got older. Though she still looked as stunning as ever. He smiled at the memory of them meeting in this very rink. He watched as she glided and danced with very little effort, she had a natural talent for figure skating. It had been her passion much like hockey had been his. After a few minutes had passed he returned to the bleachers to put his skates on and wait for Y/n to finish up her practice.

*14 years earlier*

Little Jack waited impatiently as the little figure skating class was ending. As the little blonde girl stepped off the ice looking for her mom he startled her by saying “hi I’m jack!” She looked at him with big grey eyes almost looking terrified by the hockey players taking over the bleachers. A woman stepped towards her with skate guards and he assumed that was her mother.

“Honey tell him your name” your mom said.

“I’m y/n, it’s nice to meet you” she barely whispered.

“You looked like a princess out there” Jack said again as the little blonde started to hide behind her moms legs. He could see her smiling as she whispered “thank you Jack.”

“Sorry, Jack is my intrusive one” Ellen said as she approached the scared little girl and her mother.

“No worries at all, y/n here is just shy” her mother said back. Ellen and the girls mother quickly falling into polite conversation as her boys shuffled to the ice. Y/n keeping an eye on the boy.

*present*

Y/n saw the boys walk in, she was excited to see Jack, she hadn’t seen him in a few months. Even though they texted and FaceTimed, it still wasn’t the same as in person. As her routine ended she admired Jack. His smile was breathtaking.

“Hey guys” y/n said as she headed towards the Hughes boys, “sorry I have one more routine then I’m done for the night.”

Jack smiled at her “no worries princess, we have the rink for the rest of the night so take your time” he added with a wink at the end. Y/n blushed at the nickname and skated off, knees going weak at the sound of jacks voice. To most the nickname sounded ridiculous but to y/n it gave her butterflies as she remembered that’s what he called her the first time they met. He kept up with the same nickname their entire friendship, or situationship.

“Princess? Really? Dude you gotta be kidding me. You are so down bad for her it’s embarrassing.” Luke said rolling his eyes. Quinn and Luke both laughing and poking fun at Jack while she finished with her last routine of the night.

As y/n stepped off the ice and slipped her skate guards on she started walking towards the Hughes boys. Quinn and Luke weren’t oblivious or blind. Y/n was stunning but she only had eyes for Jack. “The ice is yours guys, sorry i didn’t realize it would go late” y/n muttered.

“No worries. You staying to skate with us?” Luke asked. Jack stared at her hoping she would say yes, granted she’s never turned down a skating session with them before.

“Yea I can stay for a bit” she spoke quietly.

The three boys were skating and roughhousing with each other for the next few hours while y/n mindlessly twirled around stealing glances at Jack. Every now and then she would interact with the mini hockey game they had going. The boys had a tendency to play rough with each other but whenever y/n got too close they toned it down.

*later that night*

Y/n was walking through the door to her parents house, which ever so convenient for Jack, was about two miles from the lake house. Her phone buzzed.

From Rowdy:

Hey Princess, we are starting up the fire pit.

Wanna come over?

To Rowdy:

Sure :) I’ll head over in a bit.

She smiled down at her phone. Her mom walking into the kitchen seeing her daughter grinning at her phone “y/n are you ever gonna tell that boy how you feel. You two have been pining after each other since the moment you met.”

“Moooommmm” y/n groaned.

“Yyyy/nnnnnn” her mom mimicked.

“He invited me over to the lake house, they started up the fire pit, so I’ll be back late.”

“Honey you are 20 years old you do not have to keep me updated on your schedule constantly” her mom said “but I do want to know if you kiss him.”

“And on that note I am leaving” y/n rolled her eyes playfully and grabbed her keys.

Y/n pulled up to the Hughes lake house and shut her car off, she sat in her car for a few minutes looking in the mirror making sure she looked ok. She left her blonde hair in its natural messy curls and smoothed out her black leggings. She walked around the back of the house seeing the fire already going. As she approached she could see Quinn and Jack throwing marshmallows at each other and hearing Jacks contagious laughter she grinned. She noticed a few of Jack and Quinn’s friends were here too.

“Quit wasting the marshmallows you jerks!” Luke yelled at his older brothers.

As she got closer Quinn spotted y/n and threw a marshmallow at her, catching it she stuck her tongue out at the eldest Hughes brother while simultaneously throwing the marshmallow at Luke. Jack noticing her presence he walked up to her and brought her in for a hug. His cologne sent y/n into a euphoric state, she buried her face into his chest and he whispered “hey princess, I’m glad you came”.

“Only because of you” she whispered back. The sweet nothings constantly uttered between the two over the years was nothing new.

“Get a room already” Trevor shouted at his friend. Jack flipped him off as y/n walked towards the seat that Jack previously occupied. Both of them sitting down and cuddling up to one another.

“How’s Jersey treating you” y/n looked up at jack.

Jack stared into those beautiful grey eyes “it’s been good, wish you were there with me though”. Y/n smiled as she cuddled further into Jacks side, if that was at all possible. The rest of the group watching them closely as they all were involved in their own conversations amongst each other.

“Really?” she whispered.

“Yea. Of course I want you there. I’ve always wanted you there” he said. They looked up at the rest of the boys as they heard Trevor and Luke making gagging noises at the couple cuddled up.

“IvE aLwAyS wAnTeD yOu ThErE” Luke mocked “just get together already, I’m sick of seeing you two all secretive, and I’m sick of him moping around when you’re gone.”

“You guys aren’t subtle at all with whatever this is” Quinn said motioning to your cuddling. Y/ns face was so red she was surprised the boys didn’t see it over the light from the fire, so she buried her face into jacks chest. Jack chewing on his lip as he tried to contain his smile. Rolling his eyes at his brothers making fun of them. Turning his attention back to his dream girl he whispered “since you’re done with school finally, and you’ll be done with competition soon maybe you could go with me when I go back to Jersey this time”.

“I’d like that J”.

This was gonna be a good summer, he could feel it.

#nhl blurb #nhl x reader #hockey imagines #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes #nhl imagines #nhl imagine

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thegirlwhorideslikeasamurai · 1 month

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Last night, I started another rewatch of YOI and I for the first time, I wondered what was going on inside Yuuko's brain while Yuuri was showing her his take on Stammi Vicino.

What do we know about Yuuko?

Yuuko is a big skating otaku. She's not only a fan of her former rinkmate Yuuri, we also see her swoon over Viktor and Yurio (she'd totally be the type who swoons over even more skaters, but we don't know that). When she fangirls, she fangirls hard which can even cause her nosebleed.

Yuuko is one of Yuuri's greatest supporters and someone he can confide in. Together, they copied Viktor's programmes, and she always has his back.

She knows that Yuuri has a crush on Viktor and has been emulating Viktor and striving to become as good as him since they watched the Junior Worlds together as kids.

And then Yuuko, who until that point thought that Yuuri was depressed, witnesses Yuuri skate a perfect copy of his crush's free programme that can be interpreted as a (gay) love song or a yearning for a soulmate (it's a bit more complicated than that, I had started writing a post that analyses the lyrics, but put it on the backburner for multiple reasons) and not only does she recognise the programme by Yuuri's starting pose alone, but goes immediately into full fangirl mode.

That's her face when he stops to perform towards her. In that moment, realisation must hit her that Yuuri is far from giving up skating, that he has not given up on his dream of emulating Viktor and meeting him on the ice as an equal. And he shares all this with her who had been supporting his dream from the very start.

I mean, look at his yearning expression:

Yuuri is fully immersed in his performance. However, being a fan of Viktor herself, Yuuko probably knows what the song is about. And because of that, she is able to empathise with Yuuri and can guess what's going on inside him while skating Stammi Vicino. (Figure skating 101: skaters normally perform towards the judges to increase their presentation mark. But here, Yuuri is alone with his childhood friend and the effect of the move would be wasted if he doesn't perform it towards her.)

Yuuri later explains that he has been practising this programme since the competitions ended for him three months ago. He was hoping to get back his love for skating and to remember how it was like when the two copied Viktor together. Since the disastrous Nationals, Yuuri has been working towards his comeback, even if it's hanging by a thread because he's still missing something that will help him continue and he doesn't know what it is. All he knows is that he wants to return to competition and keep on chasing his dream, and he starts all over where it began (I wrote a long-ass analysis about how Yuuri utilises Stammi Vicino for exactly that purpose here).

As one of Yuuri's closest friends, Yuuko must have guessed some of this already just from watching Yuuri skate. As a fan and a former skater, she immediately understands that he has been practising this programme for some months, and the perfection it exhibits is a telltale of how strong his dream, his obsession with Viktor is still burning inside him. You don't go to such lengths when you're not extremely passionate about something.

And that's oil in the fire of Yuuko's own fannishness. Because Yuuko is a fan of both Yuuri and Viktor, she must be burning like crazy to see them compete against each other again. She's been rooting for Yuuri from the start, she wants him to succeed and be happy and if that includes Yuuri meeting Viktor again, that would be the cherry on top.

If I was her, I would freak out, too.

We're all Yuuko in this scene. But because her character is so underrated, it took me so long to notice.

#yuri on ice #yoi meta #katsuki yuuri #yuuko nishigori #my yoi meta #not really a meta but speculation #yoi #yuri on ice meta #stammi vicino

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All About You

A Bangtan x Hockey series by @shadowkoo!

The upcoming season for the Denver Dragons is predicted to be an absolute game-changer! From lightning-fast breakaways to jaw-dropping saves, get ready to witness a showcase of skill, determination, and pure passion in both the game on the ice and the one in these player's hearts. The team is hungrier than ever, prepared to do whatever it takes to secure their victory. With rivalries heating up, new talent on the rise, and fresh sparks flying, this season promises unforgettable matchups that will have fans on the edge of their seats. So grab your jerseys and get ready to witness what this season has coming. Let the games begin! 🏒🔥

Bad For You - coming soon ↳ Official Teaser

Jungkook wants what he can’t have and it’s driving him nuts. He’s never thought of you more than Namjoon’s annoying little sister, but that’s all changed now that you’ve returned from university. Especially now that you plan to stay at his apartment until further notice. Having you around takes his mind off the importance of this season, something he cannot have happen since last season ended so badly. A distraction like you might either become the biggest mistake of his life, or perhaps the best one. You know better than to sleep with the up-and-coming, all-star, fan-favorite hockey forward for the Denver Dragons. And it’s not because he’s just as much a player off the ice as he is on it. More importantly, he’s your brother’s teammate, best friend, and the guy whose place you’re crashing at. He’s been off-limits since the day you met him, but it didn’t stop you then, and it sure as fuck isn’t going to stop you now…

↠ pairing: jjk x named f. reader ↠ position: forward, right-wing ↠ trope: brother's best friend, forced proximity, age gap, forbidden relationship ↠ installment: 1/7

Thinking About You - coming soon

Taehyung has a secret. He's got a big, fat schoolgirl-esque crush on one of the hockey moms of the Dragon's sponsored junior league hockey team. He finds it utterly repulsive that merely catching sight of you sends a flurry of butterflies to the center of his stomach, an entirely foreign sensation he's not sure he enjoys. As if that wasn't bad enough, he also recently discovered that he transforms into a stumbling, incoherent mess in your presence, a behavior that is completely unlike him. Everyone knows Kim Taehyung is the most popular guy on the team, especially in the eyes of all the puck bunnies chasing after him. He's a smooth-talking, swoon-worthy, wet-your-panties-by-simply-grinning-at-you type of ladies' man that women just can't get enough of. And he used to eat that shit up, using it to his advantage at every opportunity. But now, his attention is solely fixated on you, and what's even more astonishing - on your son.

↠ pairing: kth x named f. reader ↠ position: centerman ↠ trope: widower, single parent, fuckboy finally settles down ↠ installment: 2/7

Loyal To You - coming soon

Jimin has been eagerly anticipating the holidays for a while now. Not because he has anyone special to go home to or any familial commitments. He's been craving time away from the relentless demands of his career and the ice, a first for him. From the moment he first wore skates at the young age of three, hockey has consumed his entire existence. Yet now, he yearns for a much-needed break from the sport that has been his lifelong passion. Being a professional athlete has its perks (money, women, fame), but it also comes with a shit ton of downs. And lately, life has handed him a lot of downs. Upon arriving at the charming bed and breakfast where he intends to spend the next three weeks, he's instantly captivated by the attractive owner. You don't seem to recognize him, and you don't expect anything from him either. In that moment, he can't help but envision a different life distinct from the one he knows, one where he can be just Park Jimin instead of player #33 of the Denver Dragons.

↠ pairing: pjm x named f. reader ↠ position: forward, left-wing ↠ trope: hidden identity, instant attraction, the big secret ↠ installment: 3/7

Made For You - coming soon

Namjoon has lately found himself thoroughly intrigued by the team photographer for the Dragons. You've shared a friendship for quite some time, frequently crossing paths at the favored bar of DD Organization and often catching glimpses of each other nearly every day at the arena. He's taken aback by the fact that he's interested in you, considering that you're such polar opposites. He's usually quiet and reserved, channeling his energy into the game and his responsibilities. In contrast, you radiate a lively and outgoing presence, greeting people with warmth and capturing candid moments with quick snaps of your camera. When Namjoon finally musters the courage to ask you out, a small comment from you about seeing him as one of your closest friends shatters his spirit before he even gets the chance. Apparently, fate has dictated that you're destined to be just friends, or perhaps he simply needs to sway your perspective...

↠ pairing: knj x named f. reader ↠ position: defenseman ↠ trope: coworkers, opposites attract, friends to lovers ↠ installment: 4/7

Lost In You - coming soon

Hoseok is a wild card, and the Denver Dragons Organization has just about had it. It's time for him to simmer down before he's off the ice for good. Their plan? Marriage. Yes, that's right. Hoseok is getting married to a snotty socialite, and the whole arrangement is meant to heal his status in the eyes of the rest of the world. He knows damn well he is the only person to blame for this PR stunt to be his last chance to redeem his shitty reputation. Coach made it very clear that not a single other team expressed any interest in trading for him if he kept heading in his current direction. Between all the fights, the public intoxication charges, and the constant news stories about him, it was bound to happen at some point. He just needs to make it through the next two years without losing it again. A feat that he finds nearly impossible when he's forced to be around you, his wife.

↠ pairing: jhs x named f. reader ↠ position: alternate captain, defenseman ↠ trope: married for convenience, enemies to lovers ↠ installment: 5/7

Searching For You - coming soon

After a complicated fallout with his now ex-fiance, Yoongi has made a recent vow to avoid anything and anyone associated with love. He has no time or use for it. Having weathered numerous failed relationships, his most recent resulting in calling off his wedding the night before, he possesses no need to subject himself to that kind of pain or heartbreak ever again. Especially not with someone as joyful and optimistic as you. Just simply observing your perpetual good mood only serves to piss him even further. Nevertheless, you've taken notice of Yoongi, and seem to have undertaken a challenge of sorts to brighten the mood of the grumpy hockey player who often visits your bagel shop. The problem? He doesn't like to lose, and neither do you.

↠ pairing: myg x named f. reader ↠ position: goalie ↠ trope: grumpy sunshine, sworn off relationships ↠ installment: 6/7

Trapped By You - coming soon

Seokjin has had very few moments in his life that have rendered him utterly speechless. Unfortunately, this seems to be one of them. You're the last person he anticipated seeing on his doorstep so early in the morning. One night stands are supposed to be just that - one night of fun without the moral obligation to see that person ever again. But here you are, nearly four months later, changing that 'rule' with your smudged mascara and a handful of positive pregnancy tests. You always assumed you would have a baby at some point in your life; maybe a few years after getting married to the love of your life, when the timing felt right. But right now felt so wrong. You didn't love him; you two barely even knew each other. It wasn't supposed to happen like this, and most certainly not with the Captain of the Denver Dragons.

↠ pairing: ksj x named f. reader ↠ position: captain, centerman ↠ trope: one night stand pregnancy, strangers to lovers ↠ installment: 7/7

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*Disclaimers: Obviously, I am not affiliated with the NHL, given by my fictional team name, nor do I claim to know every single hockey rule or slogan, etc. We’re also intentionally forgetting that Denver already has a pro team for the sake of my sanity LOL. This series is meant to be read in order of release (top to bottom of this post). In some instances 'reader' is referred to by a name of my choosing (this is important for other storylines where the same characters from previous installments may come up) but they are still written in second person point of view (you said, your stuff, etc.) so it's pretty much still reader insert. This entire series is 18+ as every fic will contain explicit smut scenes. Minors do not read or interact!

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My Type With A Little Attitude *SMUT*

Summary: It isn't easy being needy for

Word Count: 2.6k

Arber walks casually into the hockey rink; he’s dressed in his usual practice outfit, complete with jersey and skates. He glances over at his adorable girlfriend, sitting on a bench in the bleachers. You smile at him and give him a subtle thumbs-up. Arber is standing on the ice, looking out over his teammates. He can barely disguise his smile as he watches them all laughing and joking with one another. Suddenly, he feels a hand on his shoulder. It's his girlfriend. You stand behind him, leaning in close as you whisper in his ear. "What are we doing tonight, Arber?" You lean close to him, your eyes twinkling with mischief and desire. Your voice is low and breathless as you whisper seductively. "You know what I want, Arber?" You smiled at him, a mischievous look in your eyes. You lean in closer and kiss him passionately, your arms wrapped around his waist.

Arber kisses back eagerly, his hands wrapping around your hips as he pulls you closer. The sound of his teammates laughing and jeering fades away as they disappear from his vision, replaced with the sweet and comforting scent of you. Your lips meet again and again in a fiery, passionate embrace, the sound of ice skates echoing around you both. The scent of your perfume lingers in his nose as he feels your body pressed up against his, the heat radiating from your skin. He can feel your breath on his neck, your lips brushing against his ear. "I want you, Arber," you say softly. The sound of Arber's teammates' laughter and jeering returns, broke through the intense, passionate embrace you and him were sharing. Arber pulls away from you with a sigh as he notices a few of his teammates looking at them, their eyebrows raised in disbelief. Arber can feel his face turning red with embarrassment as he hears his teammates' comments. "Hey, Arber! She's actually being sweet?" one of them shouts, laughing. Arber just shrugs it off as he looks back at you, his cheeks still flush with embarrassment.

One of Arber's teammates points a thumb at you as he chuckles "So, how come she is acting so sweet?" Another teammate laughs. "Yeah, I guess she is sweet when she wants to be!" The teammates laughed at Arber and you. You lean close to him, so close he can feel your breath on his neck again. You continue to whisper seductively in his ear, teasing him, “What would your teammates say if they knew just how sweet I could be?…” You giggle sensually, leaving him to wonder what you meant by those words. Then, you lean closer, your lips lightly grazing his neck, a whisper of temptation in your words and on your breath. "Imagine what else I can do." A feeling of nervous excitement bubbles up in Arber's belly as he imagines what you might do if you were alone. That teasing whisper, the sensuality of your breath, the touch of your lips against his skin, the thought of it all sends goosebumps of desire down his spine.

He wants to kiss you again, to feel your body pressed up against him, to wrap his arms around you, and never let go. He closes his eyes, trying to picture exactly what that might feel like again. Arber's heart pounds in his chest as he opens his eyes, his teammates still watching him curiously. Arber shivers as your warm breath dances over his neck, your voice sending shivers down his spine. His heart rate quickens at your words as if his body is responding to the heat you exude. “You’re going to get me into trouble," he says, his voice low and husky. "You know how much I want you." He closes his eyes as if dreaming of your soft lips and gentle touch. Your laugh fills his ears, sending a tingle of excitement through his body. A little more than half an hour after being interrupted by his teammates, Arber sits in the locker room with you. Arber is still red in the face from the flirting earlier, and you seem to be enjoying every second of it. You ask him, "What are you doing later tonight?" His lips part to answer her, but no words come out. He finally manages to say, "I don't know, why?" He gives you a grin, hoping his answer isn't too strange. You answer him by leaning close, and whispering playfully, "Because I want to do something naughty with you."

Arber's mind races with excitement as he hears your words. He wants so much to spend time with you, to kiss you again. He takes a deep breath, trying to keep his composure. "Yes," he whispers. "I want that too." The words fill the locker room, the tension building between you two. Arber leans in close to you, your bodies pressed together in the narrow space. You kiss him gently, lingering on his lips just long enough to give him a tantalizing taste of what's to come. As you pull away, your eyes are blazing with desire. Arber’s pulse quickens at the kiss, his ears burning with heat. Your voice is filled with a tantalizing combination of mischievousness and desire, sending shivers through his body as he imagines all the ways you could make the night one to remember. He smiles shyly, as if surprised that you could want him like this again. "I would love that," he says softly as he takes your hand and guides it to his chest, letting you feel his heartbeat. "How about tonight?" he adds. You nod eagerly, your eyes glowing with excitement.

You slowly stroke your fingers over Arber's chest, enjoying the feeling of his heartbeat against your palm. You murmur into his ear, letting your voice get huskier and more sultry as you whisper, "Tonight… I want you all to myself. Let's not worry about anything else. Just you and me." You smile up at him, gently biting your lip. Arber can feel his own heartbeat quicken, his own breaths becoming shallow in anticipation of the pleasure you were promising to give him.

You kiss him deeply and passionately, your lips pressed against his for minutes on end. Arber pulls away from you only for moments before you wrap your arms around him and nuzzle against his neck, your breath light on his ear. He holds you tight, savoring every moment of the embrace, your body pressed against his. Arber can feel your heart beating against his chest, the heat from your body making him sweat. He kisses you back passionately, his hands roaming over your curves. Your lips find their way back to his mouth and pull away just enough so you can whisper, "I've been waiting all day for this." Arber feels a surge of pleasure as he hears those words from you. "I'm glad it was worth the wait for you, sweetheart." He replies with a deep voice, holding onto you tightly and never breaking the kiss even as your back hits the bed. "I've been thinking about being inside of you all day too... Fucking you until you can't walk straight anymore." Arber starts grinding against you, feeling how wet you were getting from the intense make-out session.

Arber's heart races as he feels your body pressed against his, his hands roam over your body, feeling the softness of your skin beneath his fingers, feeling like he could spend hours exploring every inch of your body. "Fuck, I'm glad you were patient with me," he says into your ear before pulling away to look at your face, "You're fucking gorgeous." He leans down and kisses you again, his tongue sliding against yours as he deepens the kiss. He can feel himself getting harder as he continues to hold onto you tightly, not wanting to let go of you even for a second. As you continue to kiss, you reach down and grab onto Arber's thick thigh, pulling it between your legs and grinding against him. You gasp into his mouth as he starts to rub against your clit, causing your body to tremble with pleasure. The sound of your wet kisses echoes through the room as Arber continues to compliment your beauty. And the scent of arousal fills the air. You whisper, "I want your cock inside of me now… Please fill me up."

You look up at him with pleading eyes as you desperately want more of him inside of you. You giggle into his ear, feeling the warmth of his breath on your neck as he starts to kiss and mark your neck. You bite your lower lip playfully while maintaining eye contact with him. Your hand reaches up and grabs onto his collar, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss further. The other hand finds its way around his waistband, undoing it slowly as you look into his eyes intensely. A small moan escapes your lips when you feel how hard he is becoming already. "You're going to love this, baby. I promise I won't disappoint." His voice is low and rough, filled with lust and desire. He can see the anticipation in your eyes as you watch him undo his pants, knowing that soon you will have his cock buried deep within your pussy. Arber quickly kicks off his pants and underwear, revealing his throbbing member to you. Arber's cock throbs at the sight of you grinding against his leg. He can see the desire in your eyes as you bite your lip, and he knows that you want him just as much as he wants you. He reaches down and grabs onto your hips, guiding them towards his throbbing member. He growls low in his throat, "Fuck, you're driving me crazy."

Your heart races faster as you see Arber's massive cock standing proudly in front of you, throbbing and ready for your pussy. You gasp in excitement, reaching out to wrap your hand around his shaft while the other still holds onto his collar. You look up at him with hungry eyes, licking your lips in anticipation as you start to stroke him slowly, running your fingers along the length of his veiny shaft. Your other hand makes quick work to guide his cock towards your entrance, preparing yourself for the impending invasion. You take a deep breath and look into his eyes one last time before saying, "I need you inside of me now." Arber's cock twitches at your words, the anticipation building up as he knows that you're about to take all of him. He watches you closely, taking note of every movement you make as you guide him towards your drooling pussy. When you finally open up for him, he thrusts forward gently, driving himself deep into your welcoming pussy. The feeling of your slick walls enveloping him sends a shockwave of pleasure through his entire body, causing him to groan loudly as he begins to fuck you relentlessly. He looks down at your face, watching intently as you take his full length into your body. "Oh god, you feel so good around my cock," he says between labored breaths,

As Arber's massive cock enters you, you let out a loud moan, feeling the stretch and burn of being filled by such a large member. You close your eyes tightly, concentrating on feeling his powerful thrusts as he starts to pound into you wildly. The sound of your flesh slapping together echoes throughout the room, mixed with the wet sounds of the lovemaking. With each deep thrust, your walls tighten around his length, squeezing and milking his throbbing shaft as you try to ride out the intense pleasure. Your nails dig into his broad shoulders, leaving marks behind as you hold onto him for dear life. The sensation of being filled with his thick meat sends shivers down your spine, causing your body to tremble with delight. Arber's balls slapped against his heavy thighs as he pounds into you with reckless abandon, the weight of his massive cock feeling incredible as it drives deep into your womb. He can't help but let out another groan, his release building up as he feels your tight walls squeezing tightly around his swollen member.

He can see the pleasure etched onto your face as your eyes roll back into your head, trying to contain your own pleasure as he fucks you mercilessly. "You feel so good around my cock, baby," he says between labored breaths, "I'm going to fill you up with my cum until you can't take anymore." Feeling Arber's powerful thrusts sending waves of pleasure throughout your entire body, you let out a series of moans and whimpers as you try to ride out the intensity. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper into you as you feel your own arousal building up more inside of you. You can't help but let out an occasional, "Faster… Deeper…" as you urge him on, wanting him to drive into your core even harder. The thought of being filled with his hot seed sends a shiver down your spine, making your inner muscles clench tightly around his engorged girth.

Arber's hips start to pump faster, his thick shaft hammering into you over and over again as he drives deep into your womb, feeling the warmth and slickness enveloping his swollen member. He can hear the wet slapping sounds bouncing off the walls, feeling his heavy balls swinging wildly against his thighs as he empties his load deep inside of you. He feels his climax building up as he sees the look of pure ecstasy on your face, knowing that he's about to unload his thick cum inside of your tight channel. "I'm going to fill you up with my seed, baby," he growls low in his throat. As Arber's massive cock continues to pound into your pussy, releasing wave after wave of his thick, creamy seed deep within you, you let out a series of high-pitched moans and whimpers, your body trembling with pleasure. You bite your lower lip, unable to hold back any longer as you experience the most intense orgasm of your life. The pleasure becomes almost too much to bear, causing your inner muscles to contract violently around his pulsing member.

The sounds fill the room, mixing with the wet sounds of your passionate encounter. With each powerful thrust, more of Arber's cum flows into your awaiting pussy, filling you up completely. "Ahh… I'm cumming… I'm cumming…" He pulls out of you slightly, giving him enough room to unload fully into your waiting pussy. "That's it, baby," he growls low in his throat, "Let me fill you up with everything I've got." You sit next to Arber with a content smile on your face as you both pant heavily. Your bodies are intertwined, your legs draped over his as he kisses your neck lightly, his fingers tangled in your hair. You breathe in his scent, your hands running up and down his back. Arber's breathing slowly calms as he holds you close in the aftermath of everything. You nuzzle close to him and stroke his hair, your eyes gently closing as you settle into his embrace. You whisper softly, "I want us to be together always," your voice is soft and silky, like velvet.

Arber smiles as he holds you close. The world outside your love nest feels far away as if nothing else that matters exists outside the intimate embrace, Arber's heart leaps at the sound of your words, he's never felt so sure of anything in his life. You lie silent for a while, content in one another's company, your breaths gradually steadying as you melt into each other's embrace. "We can be," he whispers.

#arber xhekaj #arber xhekaj imagines #arber xhekaj x reader #montreal canadiens #nhl fic #nhl x reader #nhl imagine #nhl

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loserdiaz · 7 months

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last line tag/ inspiration saturday

tagged by the lovelies: @daffi-990 @gayedmundodiaz @disasterbuckdiaz @thewolvesof1998 @giddyupbuck @forthewolves @wikiangela

here's an edit for my ice skating au

and a last line...s. several last lines lsjsks

this is lowkey another article i found about a hockey player and that it fit eddie's story perfectly so im using it for this fic ldjekks

The L.A Kings' season is lost, but Eddie Diaz' game is found.

With four goals and an assist in Sunday 6-3 win over Montreal, the former NHL All-Star has shown he's returning to form and that we haven't seen the last of him just yet.

We thought his career was over after a concerning injury last season but he has shown us that he isn't ready to give up.

His ability to bounce back comes, in part, to another passion on the ice: figure skating.

tagging (no pressure): @monsterrae1 @hoodie-buck @buddierights @housewifebuck @fortheloveofbuddie @weewootruck @athenagranted @exhuastedpigeon @messyhairdiaz @bigfootsmom @buckaroosheart @911-on-abc @hippolotamus @spotsandsocks @the-likesofus @spaceprincessem @eddiebabygirldiaz @rainbow-nerdss @jesuisici33 @devirnis @maygrantgf @jeeyuns

#ice skating au #evan buckley #eddie diaz #my fics #my writing #buddie fic #buddie wip #911 fic #911 wip

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TEAMMATES SISTER - L. HUGHES

paring: Luke Hughes x fem! reader

word count: 2k

requested? yes - luke meeting an ice skater at umich and falling in love with her but never confessing their feelings for each other, he knew she had a brother but didn’t know that he was john marino… she goes to a playoff game for the devs and luke sees her outside the locker room

warnings: use of y/n.

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It was a crisp winter morning when Luke first laid eyes on her. Y/N was effortlessly carving figures into the ice, her movements fluid and mesmerizing. Clad in a simple yet elegant skating outfit, she seemed to embody the very essence of the sport. Luke found himself unable to tear his gaze away from her, his heart beating faster with each graceful turn.

Despite being a talented hockey player himself, Luke felt a sense of awe and admiration for Y/N's skill on the ice. He found himself frequenting the university's ice rink, hoping to catch another glimpse of her. And as fate would have it, their paths crossed one afternoon when Luke decided to lace up his skates and join the other skaters on the ice.

At first, Y/N seemed oblivious to Luke's presence, lost in her own world as she executed a series of intricate jumps and spins. But as he gained confidence and began to skate closer to her, their eyes met, and Luke felt a jolt of electricity shoot through him. It was as if time stood still, and in that moment, he knew he had to get to know her.

Their initial conversation was awkward and stilted, filled with nervous laughter and fumbled words. But as they continued to skate together, a bond began to form between them. Luke learned that Y/N was a sophomore studying engineering, and that she had been skating since she was a child. She, in turn, discovered Luke's passion for hockey and his dreams of one day playing professionally.

Luke had mustered up the courage to skate closer to Y/N, his heart pounding in his chest as he approached her graceful form. With a nervous smile, he greeted her, "Hey, mind if I join you?"

Y/N looked up, her cheeks flushed from the cold, and returned his smile, "Sure, the more the merrier!"

As they skated side by side, Luke couldn't help but admire Y/N's skill and grace. "You're an amazing skater," he remarked, a hint of awe in his voice.

Y/N chuckled, a twinkle of amusement in her eyes, "Thanks, I've been doing it for as long as I can remember. It's like second nature to me."

Luke nodded, feeling a sense of kinship with her passion for the ice. "I feel the same way about hockey," he confessed, "It's like I was born with a stick in my hand."

As Luke and Y/N continued their conversation, their initial awkwardness melted away, replaced by a sense of comfort and familiarity. With each passing moment, they found themselves opening up to each other, sharing stories and memories that they had never shared with anyone else.

Luke recounted fond memories of playing hockey in the backyard with his older brother, the two of them dreaming of one day making it to the big leagues together. "My brother was my biggest inspiration," Luke admitted with a smile, "He always pushed me to be the best player I could be."

Y/N listened intently, a small smile playing on her lips as she nodded in understanding. "I know what you mean," she replied, "I have a brother too, and he's the reason I started skating in the first place."

She went on to tell Luke about her older brother, a talented hockey player who had taught her everything she knew about the sport. "He's always been my biggest supporter," Y/N confessed, "I don't know where I'd be without him."

As they shared stories of sibling rivalry and camaraderie, Luke and Y/N discovered that they had more in common than they had initially realized. Their love for hockey ran deep, rooted in the bonds they shared with their siblings and the memories they had made together on the ice.

And as they skated side by side, lost in conversation and laughter, Luke couldn't shake the feeling that he had found someone truly special – someone who understood him in a way that no one else ever had. Little did he know, Y/N felt the same way, her heart swelling with warmth as she realized that she had found a kindred spirit in Luke.

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As Luke and Y/N's friendship blossomed, they found themselves spending more and more time together both on and off the ice. They became each other's confidants, sharing their hopes, fears, and dreams with one another in the quiet moments between practices and classes.

Luke was drawn to Y/N's unwavering determination and fierce independence. He admired the way she approached her skating with a sense of discipline and focus, never allowing herself to be deterred by setbacks or challenges. And as he watched her push herself to new heights on the ice, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell within him.

Y/N, in turn, found herself captivated by Luke's easygoing nature and infectious enthusiasm. He had a way of lighting up a room with his smile, and she found herself drawn to his positive energy like a moth to a flame. Whether they were goofing off on the ice or studying together in the library, Y/N cherished every moment she spent in Luke's company.

Despite their growing feelings for one another, Luke and Y/N were both hesitant to take the next step and confess their love. They feared that doing so would irreparably damage their friendship, and so they kept their emotions carefully guarded, burying them deep beneath the surface where no one else could see.

But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, their unspoken feelings began to weigh heavily on them both. They found themselves caught in a seemingly endless cycle of longing and frustration, their hearts yearning for something more even as their lips remained sealed shut.

But as their time at the University of Michigan drew to a close, Luke found himself faced with a life-changing decision. After months of hard work and dedication, he had received an offer to join the NHL, drafted by none other than the New Jersey Devils. It was a dream come true for Luke, a chance to pursue his passion on the biggest stage possible.

When Luke finally mustered up the courage to share the news with Y/N, he was met with a mixture of excitement and sadness. She was thrilled for him, of course, proud of all that he had accomplished. But deep down, she couldn't shake the feeling of apprehension that settled in the pit of her stomach.

"I'm going to miss you," Y/N admitted, her voice barely above a whisper as she looked into Luke's eyes. "But I know this is what you've always wanted, and I couldn't be happier for you."

Luke smiled, reaching out to take her hand in his. "I'm going to miss you too," he confessed, his heart aching at the thought of leaving her behind. "But no matter where I go, you'll always be in my heart."

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The atmosphere inside the arena was electric as the New Jersey Devils battled it out on the ice in a crucial playoff game. The crowd roared with excitement, their cheers echoing throughout the stadium as the players fought tooth and nail for victory.

Amidst the sea of red and black jerseys, Y/N stood out like a beacon of hope, her eyes shining with anticipation as she watched the game unfold before her. She had always been a devoted fan of the Devils, but tonight held a special significance for her – her brother, John Marino, was a star defenseman for the team, and she wouldn't miss the chance to cheer him on in person.

As the final buzzer sounded and the Devils emerged victorious, Y/N couldn't contain her excitement. She leaped to her feet, cheering and applauding with the rest of the crowd as the players skated off the ice, victorious smiles plastered across their faces.

But amidst the chaos and celebration, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of her stomach. She knew that her brother would be heading to the locker room soon, and she wanted nothing more than to congratulate him on the win. But as she made her way through the crowded concourse, her heart skipped a beat as she spotted a familiar figure standing just a few feet away.

Luke.

She knew that he would be at the game, of course – she had told him as much when she had scored the tickets. But seeing him there, in the flesh, sent a jolt of electricity shooting through her veins. Despite their unspoken feelings for each other, Y/N couldn't deny the rush of excitement that coursed through her at the sight of him.

Luke's eyes met hers across the crowded hallway, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. He looked just as handsome as ever, his face lit up with a smile as he made his way towards her, weaving through the throngs of people with ease.

"Y/N," he called out, his voice barely audible above the din of the crowd. "I didn't know you were coming to the game!"

Y/N smiled, her heart pounding in her chest as she returned his gaze. "I wouldn't miss it for the world," she replied, her voice tinged with excitement. "And besides, I wanted to be here to cheer on my brother."

Luke's smile widened at the mention of John, and Y/N felt a surge of pride swell within her. Despite their complicated relationship, she knew that Luke harbored a deep respect for her brother, and seeing the admiration in his eyes only served to strengthen her feelings for him.

"Well, well, well, look who we have here," John teased, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he glanced between his sister and Luke. "Y/N, I didn't know you were bringing your boyfriend to the game."

Y/N felt her cheeks flush crimson at her brother's playful jab, her grip on Luke's hand tightening reflexively. She shot John a warning glare, silently pleading with him to drop the subject, but he only grinned wider in response.

"Is that so?" Luke asked, his eyebrows raised in surprise as he turned to look at Y/N. "I didn't realize I was your boyfriend."

Y/N felt a surge of panic well up inside her as she struggled to find the right words to explain. She had never told Luke about her conversations with John, the late-night texts and phone calls filled with giddy excitement and whispered confessions.

Before she could respond, John chimed in with a laugh, "Oh, come on, Y/N, don't be shy. We all know you couldn't stop talking about Luke when you were at Michigan. I practically had to pry my phone out of your hands just to get a word in edgewise."

Y/N's cheeks burned with embarrassment as she shot her brother another pleading look, silently begging him to stop. But John only shrugged nonchalantly, clearly enjoying the opportunity to tease his sister in front of Luke.

Luke, meanwhile, seemed to be taking it all in stride, his expression a mixture of amusement and curiosity. He turned to Y/N with a playful glint in his eye, his lips quirking up into a smirk.

"So, what do you say, Y/N?" he asked, his voice teasing. "Should I start calling you my girlfriend?"

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat at the thought, a rush of excitement coursing through her veins. Despite the embarrassment of being caught out by her brother, she couldn't deny the surge of happiness that filled her at the prospect of being with Luke.

Before she could respond, however, John interjected once more, his tone lighthearted but tinged with a hint of seriousness. "You know, Luke, you better treat my sister right. Otherwise, you'll have me to answer to."

Luke nodded, his eyes meeting John's with a determined glint. "Don't worry, John," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. "I wouldn't dream of doing anything to hurt her."

And as they made their way into the locker room, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over her. Despite the embarrassment of being caught out by her brother, she knew that John's teasing had come from a place of love and protection. And as she looked at Luke, his hand warm in hers, she couldn't shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, everything was finally falling into place.

#hockey #nhl x reader #new jersey devils #nj devils #umich hockey #luke hughes x y/n #luke hughes fic #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes

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The Internship | A. Matthews

creds to @trevzeags11 for the title🫶

word count: 1.2k

Pairing: Auston Matthews x f!reader

summary: After being hired on a internship for the leafs, being late on your first day runs you into Auston.

warnings: making out?

requested: no

not my gif!

You had just been hired by the Toronto Maple Leafs for a internship for photography, yet you had managed to run late on your first day. Your roommate had moved your camera, to which they had already left, so you had to rummage through the house to find it, pushing you a little behind schedule, then traffic was so slow, it was one thing after another.

That horrific morning had lead to where you were now, rushing through the halls of the Scotiabank centre. Clearly not paying enough attention while trying to find your way to the ice because you ran directly into someone, you being the only party that fell.

“Fuck I’m so sorry” you muttered getting up, he was stood there, seemingly fine, maybe a little stunned. He turned around to see you brushing the dirt off your pants and checking if your camera was fine, his breath caught in his throat. You were the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, and you had just ran into him and fell, great impression.

“Are you okay?” Was all he asked, you looked up at him, a smile smiling playing on your lips, while nodding. He didn’t believe that for a minute.

He noticed the way you were be extra careful with your left hand, but he wouldn’t push you right now, he was already late for practice now.

“I really need to do, but do you know where your going?” He was gentle with his words, your heart melted a bit at the care he was showing.

“No, could you point me in the direction of the ice?” The rush and panic could he heard in your voice. He let of a soft laugh before nodding, he waved his hand to follow him. He lead you to the ice, before gliding on, you hadn’t even noticed he was wearing skates.

“Matthews!” Some other boys on the ice called to him, it finally hit you, you had just ran into, physically, one of the Toronto Maple Leafs. You turned to find an area to set up the rest of your camera, finding a bench to claim.

You set everything you needed up, lining your camera up to test the lighting. Seemingly it was fine, so you began. Choosing a player to follow, switching it every so often. You found yourself returning to follow, who you learned through his team yelling, Auston Matthews. He skated with so much grace, and played with just as much passion, he was addicting to watch. So at the end of practice going through your SD card you found mostly pictures of Auston, no surprise there.

Fuck he’s gorgeous, was all you could think.

You had to pack up, it only took a few minutes for you to do so, before walking back out. Hoping this time you’d learned your way enough around to not get lost, but yet again you ran into someone. Except this time they ran into you, again knocking you over but not them.

“I’m so sorry fuck” he said putting his hand out for you to grab, you didn’t immediately, checking your camera was fine first. Then you did, wincing as he grabbed your hand, you hadn’t noticed it hurt before. He seemed to notice.

“Are you okay? your wrist looks a little swollen”

That caused you to look down at it, it did, he was right.

“I’m sure I’ll be fine.” You tried to smile but the pain you finally noticed in your wrist showed you were faking.

“No, come on, I’m bringing you to the medics”

“No it’s fine I swear, I need to get home and send the photos in.”

“I’m sure they can wait another 30 minutes” he didn’t give time for an answer after that, just taking your other hand and leading you in the direction of the medics. He knocked on the door, waiting for signal to enter.

He pushed open the door, still holding your hand, leading you into the small room.

“Auston, what happened this time?” The medic smiled, she seemed nice. She had a playful tone and looked friendly.

“Nothing to me I promise, I just ran into her” he sort of mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. The medic looked at you, seeing your wrist, she ushered you over to the table. Having you sit atop it while she looked over your wrist, Auston stayed beside you, a feeling of guilt washing over him.

“Looks like you’ve sprained your wrist. It’s not serious it just a tensor bandage around your wrist for about a week or two”

Auston felt worse, because he ran into you, you sprained your wrist.

“Okay” you mumbled, that was not what you wanted to hear. The medic wrapped your wrist for you, teaching you how to do it in case you ever needed to. Finally you were aloud out, after about 15 minutes.

“I’m so sorry” Was the first thing Auston said when out of the tiny medical room.

“It’s fine” you mumbled, pulling your camera bag over your shoulder.

“No, it’s not. I’m sorry running into you and I’m sorry you ran into me and fell” how could some one be so nice they apologize for something you did?

“I promise it’s fine, now I really need to hand in the photos.” You brought out your phone to call a cab for yourself but Auston beat you to it.

“Do you need a ride?”

“No it’s okay-“

“No I insist”

That what lead to you being sat in the passenger seat of Auston’s car, clicking through the photos you took. You smiled at the really good ones, delete the really bad ones. Auston pulled up to your house, you began grabbing all your items.

“Could I see some of the photos?” He voice was quiet, it was weird. The entire time you’d know him he’d never sounded so nervous.

You nodded and turned your camera towards him, clicking through some of the pictures. He smiled at them, seeing his team working together, and all the photos of himself.

“There amazing”

“Thank you.” Smiled at him, a sense of pride filling you.

“I’d love to meet with you another time, maybe once we’re I don’t run into you.”

A flushed look came over you, and you knew he could tell.

“I’d like that” your smile never faltered, his grew.

Before you could even realize what was happening he was leaning over the console and kissing you, his lips were soft yet chapped against yours, moving in sync with you. Your hands tangled in his hair, his hand slipping on your waist. Air was soon needed though, to both your displeasure.

“Get out of the car.”

That shocked you.

“What?”

“Out,” he paused, “please?”

You scoffed, grabbing your bag and opening the door, he did the same. Leaving you more confused until he walked over to your side of the car, he was pushing your back against the side of his car.

Without second thought your arms wrapped around his shoulders and into his hair, his snaking around your waist right before kissing you again.

Needless to say you could check making out against a car off your bucket list, and you had a date with him next Tuesday.

#auston matthews #mads writings!#auston matthews x reader #auston matthews imagine #toronto maple leafs

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misshoneyimhome · 6 months

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We need a deeper analysis on show they almost f*cked at the rink 🧐

Aye aye, captain 🫡

[Well, not sure why my mind is like this… I apologise in advance 😉]

18+ ⚡️

Thirsty Thursday

It was a usual Thursday evening, following the boys' return from a 12-day road trip.

Which also meant it had been 12 days without quality time with William, and despite attempts to satisfy both your needs with flirty lingerie photos, a few nudes, and some evening phone sex, it wasn't cutting it. You were longing for his touch.

But unfortunately, things didn't always align, and you hadn’t been able to meet him right after he got back. So now, you were on your way to the rink to catch up with him after his training.

He'd messaged that he'd be staying a bit longer for extra training, which wasn't unusual given his focus on this season. And so, he suggested meeting up there and then you’d both be heading to his place afterward.

You agreed without fuss. And feeling a bit playful, you threw on a comfy hoodie with a zip, a simple skirt, and some boots before heading to the training rink.

Upon arrival, you noticed he was the only one on the ice, and even though you assumed he'd already ditched his gear, he was still sporting skates and joggers.

As you strolled towards him and the bench, a smirk formed on his lips, prompting him to glide off the ice to meet you there.

"Are you keeping me waiting on purpose?" you chuckled, giving him a playful wink.

"Well, you've been teasing me endlessly this past week, so I figured it was only fair play," he retorted with a laugh. "So yes, I was making you wait."

What a cheeky one, you thought.

But to be fair, he did have a point. You might have been a bit of a tease while he was away, but even though he thought two could play this game, you always had an ace up your sleeve.

As he settled on the bench, preparing to untie his skates, you positioned yourself in front of him, a mischievous smile playing on your lips.

"Well, I suppose I need to make it up to you then..."

With an intense, seductive gaze fixed on him, you held his stare. After a brief pause, he glanced up, catching your desire-filled expression.

Maintaining eye contact, you slowly started to unzip your hoodie, unveiling your fair skin and the fact that you were entirely bare underneath.

William couldn't help but let out a small gasp as his eyes tracked your every move. His gaze stayed glued to you as you paused, stopping short of revealing everything.

"Babe..." he murmured softly.

A small chuckle escaped you as you noticed his raised eyebrow and him nibbling on his lower lip, his eyes still fixed on your chest.

"Still up for making me wait?"

He shook his head gently, locking his eyes with yours, then motioning with his hands for you to come closer to him.

Standing between his legs, you felt his hand glide up your thigh, slipping underneath the fabric of your skirt, revealing that you, too, had chosen to go commando.

His mind raced with excitement.

It was so daring, and he couldn't help but smirk at the sheer sexiness of it all.

"Come here," he whispered softly, quickly scanning the surroundings, and you complied. His hands gently directed you to straddle him, and a small gasp escaped as the cool air met your bare core when you spread your legs.

The two of you engaged in a passionate kiss. It was something you both craved for over a week, and finally, you felt his touch again. His lips met yours, tongues intertwining as you cupped his face, drawing him closer, while his hands found their way to your buttocks.

The kiss was eager and sloppy, yet neither of you minded the messy intensity of it all.

As the passionate make-out session carried on, one of his hands slowly ventured towards your front, slipping underneath your skirt, which, due to your position, wasn't really covering much. His fingers found their way between your legs, making contact with your warmth.

"Willy," you gasped, slightly breaking the kiss. "We can't... not here."

But William simply chuckled and drew you into another kiss, his fingertips teasing your entrance.

Usually, William wasn't this overtly sexual in public. However, your teasing had brought out a devilish side in him.

As you felt his fingers gently exploring your core, you couldn't resist the urge to subtly grind against them, noticing his not-so-discreet bugle in his joggers.

Just as both of you were getting lost in the heated, intimate moment, loud noises echoed from the hallway, prompting you both to swiftly separate. He withdrew his fingers, and you stood up, glimpsing Brad and a few others entering to lock up for the night.

"Hey, what are you guys still doing here?" one of the men asked, and William simply mentioned that he was just about to leave.

With light chuckles and William adjusting himself discreetly, you both headed out of the rink.

Well, at least until you reached the carpark, where you ended up in the back seat of his car, finding yourself once again on his lap. However, this time, he wasted no time in offering you more than just his fingers.

#thirsty thursday #my asks #william nylander imagine #18+#nhl smut #wn88 imagine

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wnws · 2 years

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love on the ice [masterlist]

a collection of falling in love following the regulars of the local ice rink.

status: updating

pairings: multiple x reader (different ocs for each story)

series background

choi seungcheol - reaching gold

ice hockey player x figure skater — a change of scenery and the abandonment of old memories has you wondering what everything was even for in the first place. falling out of love with the only thing you’ve ever loved and losing the passion you once dreamed of holding forever leaves you falling behind, but a calloused hand and a pair of hockey skates reminds you that not everything goes according to plan.

yoon jeonghan - one step at a time

figure skater x children’s skating coach — coming back from what should have been a career-ending injury, jeonghan finds himself terrified of going back to the ice. he spends a few months running away, avoiding the rink like the plague and ignoring phone calls from his publicist daily. that is, until, he hears loud knocking and a voice he doesn’t recognize yelling at him from outside his apartment door.

joshua hong - begin again

ice hockey player x sports journalist — after years of being in love, what once was exhilarating has you and joshua wondering when your relationship became stale. hours were dedicated to work instead of each other, and resentment and jealousy grew when your career started to take off. there’s so much the world has to offer, so much to see and admire, but why does it feel like nothing will be the same if you get on that plane?

kwon soonyoung - rhythm and step

figure skater x music producer — there’s nothing soonyoung loves more than being on the ice, even with the chills sent down his back from the cold and the numbness of his feet after a long day of practice. there’s nothing he loves more than being on the ice, but when he returns to his newly renovated childhood rink and meets you, the one in charge of his music program, he couldn’t help himself from loving you a little more.

jeon wonwoo - damage control

ice hockey player x med student intern — despite the new rink having an in-house medical team on standby, wonwoo had never set foot in the infirmary. as one of the few members who miraculously never got injured in practice, a poorly thought out drill and a bad fall results in him waking up in a medical cot with a pretty face hovering over him. his, once flawless, injury-free streak seems to reset when he shows up to the infirmary claiming a new wound daily.

kim mingyu - as seasons change

ice hockey player x coach’s kid — twice a year, when the snow fell and the summer sun came out, you’d be stepping off the train in the town you grew up in, something changing in the few months you’d been gone. the newest addition, this time, was the newly renovated ice rink and a tall guy you’d never seen before smiling at you. but when you finally found yourself comfortable with the ever changing scenery and a warm hand holding yours, a train ticket back to seoul was calling your name.

chwe hansol - slip and slide

music producer x figure skater — vernon didn’t really care for anything aside from music, but when a fellow producer knocked on his studio door with an invitation to a showcase at the local rink, he finds himself completely captivated with the person on the ice. he’s content with watching the one performance, until the figure skating duo approaches him and his coworker with talks about dinner. never in his life would he think it’d lead to him standing on frozen water, a calloused hand holding his and his heart beating straight out of his chest.

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hhughes · 3 days

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what would bf!connor be like, with an ice hockey player gf

♯ 𝐁𝐅!𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐅 ◞ 𝑪𝑩⁹⁸

✰ 𝐚/𝐧 ⤫ I love bedsy and I love the idea of him with an equally athletically talented gf. . . thank you so much for blessing me with this idea <3

ᡣ𐭩 𝐁𝐅!𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐑 who goes to every game he can. with both your busy schedules he doesn’t get to watch you often, but whenever he does get the opening in his schedule there’s no doubt that he’ll be there. wearing your jersey and cheering you on. and of course he’s gonna drag all his teammates and friends with him to come support you and then just brag about how cool his gf is the entire night.

ᡣ𐭩 𝐁𝐅!𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐑 who watches your games on his phone wherever he is. on the plane, on the bus, at the hotel, on the bike warming up or cooling off. he watches you whenever he can. and when he can’t, he’ll record the games and catch them later that night.

ᡣ𐭩 𝐁𝐅!𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐑 who gets annoyed when people ask about your relationship in interviews, in public etc. not because he wants to keep it a secret but because there’s already so much eyes on both of you, he wants to keep some things to himself. BUT he does love to talk about you as a hockey player. he loves when people want to talk about your play, your skills, your games. he can talk about your hockey skills all day. (he just really loves bragging about how good his gf is)

ᡣ𐭩 𝐁𝐅!𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐑 as a continuation of connor who loves bragging about how good his gf he loves posting you on his story. your game fits with a “😍🥵” or a goal or your stats with “my girl’s a ⭐️” he just loves supporting you!

ᡣ𐭩 𝐁𝐅!𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐑 who is so grateful that you love the game as much as he does. he honestly don’t think he could be with someone who doesn’t understand the passion he has for the game.

ᡣ𐭩 𝐁𝐅!𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐑 who loves training with you in the off season. the two of you going to the gym together or being on the ice together. he just loves doing the thing he loves with the girl he loves.

ᡣ𐭩 𝐁𝐅!𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐑 who is a bit of a hypocrite and wants you to know that hockey isn’t everything and you shouldn’t push yourself so hard and take better care of yourself, only to get upset when you do the same in return. but eventually the two of you will figure the hockey-life balance out and he’s happy you two can do that together and for each other.

ᡣ𐭩 𝐁𝐅!𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐑 who writes your jersey number on the tape of his stick or on his glove for good luck.

ᡣ𐭩 𝐁𝐅!𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐑 and you who do amazing things together like model a sports clothing brand’s new collection, doing interviews together that promote both the NHL, and PWHL and just overall grow the sport

ᡣ𐭩 𝐁𝐅!𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐑 and you having long pillow talk conversations about who is gonna teach your kids how to skate.

#── ❛ 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐢’𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ✗ CB98 #connor bedard x yn #connor bedard fic #connor bedard blurb #connor bedard x reader

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Nuremberg Defendants: Part 2, Joachim von Ribbentrop - Nazi Foreign Minister

Continuing my Nuremberg Defendants series. Check links to see posts I've made on previous defendants (Hess wasn't part of the series, but I've already made a post about him):

Rudolf Hess

Alfred Rosenberg

-Joachim von Ribbentrop was born as Ulrich Friedrich Willy Joachim Ribbentrop on the 30th of April, 1893. He was not born into aristocracy (his father did not have the “von” in his name), Joachim grew up in an average middle class family with an older brother and a younger sister.

-Ribbentrop's mother died from tuberculosis when he was still very young. This event undoubtedly had an effect on him for the rest of his life (and I will explain in detail as we go further).

-He had no formal education after the age of fifteen. In school Ribbentrop was an underachiever and showed no signs of being an academic. His father had paid for French and English language tutors to teach him both languages.

-At seventeen, Joachim and his brother were sent to London for a year to polish up their English. After that year they both moved to Canada.

-Ribbentrop's life in Canada seemed to have been a happy one. He was popular, invited to many parties and was argued to have been sort of a ladies man. He worked as a banker and also as a construction worker, going on to help the reconstruction of the Quebec Bridge. Ribbentrop also had a passion for dancing and ice skating. he was even a member of a Canadian ice skating team.

-It was during this time that both Ribbentrop and his brother came down with tuberculosis. Ribbentrop's brother died, however Ribbentrop fortunately survived but had to have one of his kidneys removed. The effects of having his kidney removed were very clear. His left eye would sometimes droop, giving the effect of him looking tired. As a result he had a crippling inferiority complex.

-When the Great War broke out, Ribbentrop carefully returned to Germany to fight for his nation. It was during the war when Ribbentrop first met Franz von Papen (who will be the topic of a future post), a man that went on to become Chancellor under the Weimar Republic.

-After the war, Ribbentrop made a living out of his champagne business, which involved smuggling champagne from other countries. At this time, Ribbentrop was friends with Jewish people, even doing business with them. Ribbentrop was the only member of the inner circle that had previously moved around Jewish circles prior to joining the Nazi Party. He had no strong opinions at the time, people knew him as a moderately conservative monarchist. At elections he would vote for the DVP.

-Gradually Ribbentrop's personality began to change. Gone was the polite and somewhat shy young man, now he was becoming more insufferable as he went on long rants on the dangers of communism. What's more is that Ribbentrop had asked his aunt to adopt him aged in his early thirties so he could add the 'von' (a sign of German nobility - his aunt was a 'von Ribbentrop') to his name. His aunt agreed but was required to pay her a regular sum of money. When he stopped paying, his aunt took him to court and forced him to continue paying.

-In 1920, Ribbentrop married Anna Elisabeth Henkell (Annaliese to her friends). Anna's parents were not fond of Ribbentrop and considered him to be an idiot. The marriage produced five children, and Ribbentrop's eldest (Rudolf von Ribbentrop - born 1921) went on to serve in the Second World War as well as writing a book about his father post-war. Anna was a very ambitious woman and often pushed Ribbentrop around in all matters, including political. Hitler noted that it was clearly her who wore the trousers in the relationship.

-Fascinatingly, Ribbentrop didn't join the Nazi Party until 1932, which was around the time that Hitler was starting to get desperate for power. In late 1932, Hitler was using Ribbentrop's house to hold talks with Franz von Papen (as Papen was an old war friend of Ribbentrop's - and at this time Papen had lost his job as Chancellor of Germany, he was looking for a way to return to power. This moment in history is often referred to as the “Backstairs Intrigue”.)

-For the first few years of the Nazi regime, Ribbentrop had no government role. He mostly spent time in Britain and France, trying to establish connections for Hitler. In 1936, he was made Ambassador to Britain after the incumbent had died suddenly of a heart attack. Ribbentrop's appointment was unexpected, nor did he want the role. Prior to becoming ambassador, Ribbentrop was fond of holidaying in Britain and had hoped to one day retire in St Ives in Cornwall.

-He had a very bad reputation as ambassador and was dubbed 'von Brickendrop' due to his multiple gaffes while in this role. His most famous was when he almost knocked over King George VI by doing the Nazi greeting when the King had reached to shake Ribbentrop's hand. He was not well liked by the British Press nor the British public. Throughout his position (which lasted just over a year) he spent no longer than just a few weeks in London, mostly to stay close to his beloved Führer back home. Overall, his experience as Ambassador turned Ribbentrop from being an Anglophile to an Anglophobe.

-In 1938 Ribbentrop was made Foreign Minister, succeeding Konstantin von Neurath (who will be the topic of a future post). This was the position that Ribbentrop had dreamed of (and a position that his long-term enemy, Alfred Rosenberg, had also hoped for). In this role, Ribbentrop had significant influence over Hitler in the early years of World War 2, even encouraging Hitler to invade Poland despite threats from the British as he claimed “they would not fight seriously.” In this post, Ribbentrop's proudest achievement was his Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact (also referred to as the German-Soviet Nonaggression Pact). After the invasion of the Soviet Union in 1941, Ribbentrop gradually lost influence in his role as Foreign Minister.

-Ribbentrop's role in the Final Solution was fairly ambiguous, but he was most certainly aware that atrocities were taking place. Ribbentrop preferred to look the other way and have someone else do the work. From August 1941, Ribbentrop ordered all future communications sent to the Foreign office to be directed to the office of his subordinates. There is no evidence that Ribbentrop intervened in the exterminations, except on one occasion which was purely on the issue of jurisdiction, rather than humanity. Ribbentrop had involved himself in other war crimes, such as legalising and encouraging the lynching of captured Allied bomber crews in Germany. Although the likes of Göring opposed such measures, and the army favoured it in only a few circumstances, Ribbentrop wished to Lynch the perpetrators of 'every type of terror attack on the German population”, despite this being a violation of international law. This was the main charge against him on count 3 of the Nuremberg indictment (war crimes).

-From 1945, Ribbentrop was essentially powerless. After the suicide of Hitler on the 30th of April (ironic because that's also Ribbentrop's birthday), Ribbentrop fled to Flensburg in an attempt to secure a role in the Dönitz government. Ribbentrop was quickly turned down and so fled to Hamburg, where he went by the alias Johann Riese. He was captured by the British after his whereabouts had been exposed. Ribbentrop was discovered asleep, wearing pink and white pyjamas and a small tin of poison attached to his genitals. Upon being woken up, he began to mumble nervously in German, but as soon as he became conscious of the situation, he spoke in perfect English a prepared speech: “The game is up. I congratulate you. You know who I am. If you had come two days later, I would have already given myself up voluntarily.” The British had also discovered a letter written by Ribbentrop to “Vincent Churchill” (not a spelling mistake on my part, that's Ribbentrop's mistake).

-At Nuremberg, Ribbentrop was a depressed and broken man. So much so that his lawyer (Dr Martin Horn) feared he was close to a psychological breakdown. In fact, Ribbentrop was considered one of the worst suicide risks at Nuremberg, and prison Psychiatrist Dr Kelley was instructed to keep a close eye on him. Ribbentrop's first lawyer was Dr Fritz Sauter (who was also acting for Baldur von Schirach - a subject of a future post), however at the start of 1946 he ceased to be his lawyer either because Ribbentrop dismissed him or he resigned out of exasperation (sources differ on this). Ribbentrop was therefore represented by Dr Martin Horn. On the witness stand, Ribbentrop was a mess and had a tendency to ramble and contradict himself.

-Ribbentrop was found guilty on all four counts of the Nuremberg indictment and was sentenced to death by hanging. He spent his last few days closely studying his Bible. After the unexpected suicide of Göring on the night of the executions, Ribbentrop was the first to be hung. On the scaffold his last words were: “God protect Germany, God have mercy on my soul. My final wish is that Germany should recover her unity, and that, for the sake of peace, there should be understanding between East and West.” He then turned to the Protestant Pastor Gerecke and said “I'll see you again.” Ribbentrop's hanging was badly botched, his neck didn't snap when falling through the trapdoor, therefore strangling him to death. Ribbentrop took around 10-20 minutes to die.

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