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saturday sleepies | jack hughes

summary: a lazy saturday turns into jack begging his girl to take a nap with him

warnings: some suggestive themes, swearing, not deeply proofread

wc: 1.2k+

a/n: was def inspired on this thought i had last night

The rain pattered against the windows, the smell of freshly baked cookies filling the room. A certain sleepy hockey player found himself staring longingly into the open kitchen.

You were fleeting about the kitchen, placing the hot cookies onto a cooling rack, not failing to grab a small piece for yourself. This lazy Saturday had mostly just consisted of you and Jack cuddling on the couch watching movies, but around noon you had got the motivation to bake a yummy treat.

Bending down to grab another pan, you missed the sound of feet paddling towards you on the hardwoods.

“Oh!” A startled sound left your throat at the harsh smack that landed on your ass. You jolted up, turning to face the smirking Hughes, “Was that really necessary?”

He nodded solidly, “Sweetheart, you can’t just put your sexy ass out in the open and not expect me to smack it. If you haven’t learned that by now, I’ve clearly failed as a boyfriend.”

You rolled your eyes, trying your best to fight off the growing smile at his words. Yet your smile was quickly dimmed as Jack moved to grab a cookie from the rack.

Swatting his hand away, you slightly scolded him,

“No touching! They aren’t cool yet, Jack. You’ll burn yourself.”

“But I want one now, baby.” He let out a childlike whine, “They smell so good.”

“Well,” You resumed getting the last pan, “You can have one when they’re completely cooled down. Besides, I have another batch I’m about to put in.”

Jack huffed, before stalking back to your shared room. You just chuckled at his behavior, knowing he wasn’t being serious. You quickly finished up the last batch, putting them in the oven and setting your timer. After cleaning up a bit, you walk back to check on your sulking boyfriend.

Biting your lip to keep in a laugh, you can’t help but be amused at the sight in front of you. Jack, who was now cocooned in the blankets, lay turned away from you, yet still managing to let out obnoxiously loud sighs to gain your attention. Gingerly crawling onto the bed, you sat beside the pouting boy.

“Jacky?” You whispered softly, “The last batch of cookies should be done in 20 minutes and then you can have as many as you want.” Despite your efforts to console him, he still kept a tight lipped pout.

“I don’t want cookies anymore.”

You found yourself rolling your eyes once more, “Then what do you want?”

He slowly turned to face you, sitting up against the headboard. His hair was disheveled, falling messily into his face. The shirt he had been wearing earlier had somehow managed to come off.

“You.”

Your eyes widened at his demand. Furrowing your brows, you shook your head slightly in confusion, “Me?”

He nodded, “Yes, I want you.”

You swallowed thickly, the air in the room suddenly becoming heavy. The darkness behind the blue in his eyes was enough to have your thighs clenching. Deciding to play into his antics, you replied, “What do you want with me?”

He didn’t respond right away, opting to pull your thighs to straddle his own. His hands found home on your hips, squeezing the plushy flesh under his fingertips. His lips leaned to press a soft kiss to where your heart beats rapidly against your throat. Jack smirked at the feeling of your pulse, his ego igniting at the effect he had on your body.

“I want you in every way, all the time, sweetheart.” He began to trail light kisses up the column of your throat to your jaw, “But,” He paused, pulling away slightly before he reached your lips, “Right now I’m sleepy and I want you to nap with me.”

Jack removed himself complete from your tense form, arms falling to rest by his sides. You sucked in a breath of annoyance, pushing off of him.

“What the hell, Jack?” You crossed your arms. It was now your turn to pout.

“Aw, don’t make that face, sweetheart. You know I hate it when you look upset.”

“Then don’t make me upset, Hughes.”

He chuckled, scooting to press the side of his body into yours. He placed a kiss on your shoulder, “C’mon, take a nap with me. You know I can’t sleep without holding you.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, choosing to be stubborn, “Can’t. I have cookies to finish.”

Jack let out a dramatic groan before flopping back against the pillows, “The cookies are gonna be done in 10 minutes, you can come nap with me after that.” You looked back at his distressed face, his eyes meeting yours, mouth opening to continue his plea, “Don’t make me beg, sweetheart.”

“Maybe I want you to beg,” You smirked, “Sweetheart.”

He grinned wickedly at you, “You’re gonna be the death of me, woman.”

Kissing his lips quickly, you got up before he had the chance to trap you in the bed. You could hear the tail end of his protests as you left the room to tend to your baked goods. Eventually, his voice trailed off, while you leaned against the counter, scrolling through your phone.

The timer had finally gone off, signaling the completion of your snack. You slipped on your oven mitt before carefully pulling out the hot pan and placing it on the stovetop. Glancing back at the bedroom door, you squint your eyes slightly, already expecting Jack to have bounded out for a tasty cookie. You grabbed your spatula, swiftly switching the cookies to the cooling rack, then making your way back into the room.

You assumed Jack fell asleep, due to his abnormal silence. Suprise took over your features, as you found the boy propped up looking back at you.

“Jesus, Jack. You look creepy as hell right now.” You grabbed your chest, clearly startled at Jack’s position.

“Well, I’ve been waiting for you.”

“I had to finish the cookies,” You crawled under the comforter beside him,” I told you that before I left the room.”

Jack rolled his eyes, “I’ve had just about enough of these cookies. They’re stealing my lady.” He reached to pull your back into his front, burying his head into your hair, “Told ya, I can’t sleep without holding you.”

A soft smile graced your lips at his little confession. As much as he annoyed you and pressed your buttons, he knew just what to say to make it all worth it. This boy was completely and utterly whipped for you, and he wasn’t afraid to show it. Your sweet thought were interrupted by a sneaky hand making its way up your shirt to cup your right breast.

Jack was notorious for loving your breasts, making sure to show them unfiltered affection every possible chance he could.

“More like you can’t sleep without holding my tit. Let’s be honest here, Jacky.”

He didn’t make any effort to deny your claim, only shrugging his shoulders, “What can I say? It’s like my safety blanket.”

You shook your head at his comparison, “I’m glad my boobs serve you well.”

He kissed the back of your head, only replying with a soft, “Shh, sweetheart. I’m sleeping.”

Snuggling back into his warm frame, you close your eyes, finally succumbing to the call of sleep that Jack had been so desperately trying to pull you into.

#jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes fic #njd #new jersey devils #leawrites💋

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your honor, he’s just a lil guy !

#luke hughes #njd #new jersey devils #leawrites💋

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Riding High | nico hischier

summary: when his girl decides to take charge, whose he to object?

warnings: marking, slight handjob, hair pulling (m. receiving), unprotected sex, riding, creampie, slight cockwarming, sub!nico, more porn with little to no plot, swearing

wc: 1.6k+

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Stumbling through the front door, your lips found any part of Nico they could latch onto. Hands snaking up the tight tank top that clung to his rigid body. The slight scar that remained on his cheek flashed in your vision as you kissed up his jaw.

Nico Hischier’s existence was truly unfair to other men.

“Fuck, schatzi.” He panted as his foot managed to kick the door closed.

Nico’s body pounded against his sweaty skin, still riding high from the team's win over Philly. His mind went hazy the second your hands began to roam once you reached the elevator. His heavy breaths were the only sound that escaped into the crisp air. He was putty at your feet, but he preferred it that way tonight.

Truth be told, Nico loved it when you decided to take control over him. It gave his mind a break from “Captain” mode. Normally, Nico would bend you over and have his way with you, especially after a win like this, but all he could think about was the way your nails felt against his toned abdomen.

And the shockwaves it sent to his cock.

His head tilted back as your mouth began to leave hot red marks down the column of his throat. Nico squeezed his eyes shut, pulse beating rapidly against your lips. His chest heaved with anticipation.

“Please, baby,” Nico whined.

A small smirk found home on your face, relishing in the whimpers that left your boyfriend at the slightest touch. He was so sensitive, yet it just fueled your libido that much more. Pulling your mouth away from his body, Nico’s eyes shot open, immediately seeking your own. His bambi eyes were blown out, pupils so dilated they were practically black.

He swallowed the complaint bubbling up, “Why’d you stop?”

It was almost endearing, the meekness in his voice. Nico was so driven by the pleasure you were bringing him that he couldn’t form a coherent thought about anything else.

You remained silent, simply pulling his wrist as an invitation to follow you to the living room. He let you guide him without hesitation, body desperately craving your touch. You quickly kicked off your shoes, discarding them somewhere between the kitchen and the living room.

Once you reached your desired destination, you moved Nico till you could walk him backward towards the couch. He felt his calves hit the soft cushions, falling down to them as you gently pushed his chest.

Straddling him, you brought your hands to his swollen biceps in an attempt to balance yourself. Nico’s warm eyes peered into yours, patiently waiting for your next move. He traced every inch of your face as you reached down to grip the bottom of your sweater. Nico felt his breath hitch the second your breasts popped into view.

The sound of his uneven pants was music to your ears, but the feeling of his thick cock pressed against your core was even better. Throwing aside your sweater, you began to slowly grind yourself down into him. Nico’s head fell back, exposing his marked-up neck. You brought your lips back to where they were earlier, this time lowering your trail.

The slight red tint of your lips marked their territory on his white tank, no doubt staining it. You dragged your hands over his chest, smirking at the stutter of his hips as you brushed over his nipples. You continued your journey downward, only stopping once you reached the hem of his shirt. You gripped the edge, urging Nico to help discard the material. He leaned up, swiftly removing the unwanted layer.

As he leaned back, you let a single finger dip through the faint lines of muscle on his stomach. Nico’s chest was covered in a sheer coat of sweat as your teasing got worse. He opened his mouth once more but was quickly silenced by your lips. You swallowed any sounds he attempted to make, licking into his welcoming mouth. Nico hummed in approval.

You slowly untied the sweats he had on, dipping your hand into the waistband. You pulled away to look at his flushed features.

“No boxers, Neeks?” You teased.

Nico blushed a deeper shade of red, crimson now spreading down his neck. The words he once had died in his throat.

He shook his head slightly.

You felt a wave of adoration wash over you at the sight of your big, hockey player boyfriend getting all shy. Nico wasn’t typically like this, it was a welcomed change to your sex life.

You tsked, “Such a naughty boy, Nico.”

Although he knew you were joking, his cock leaked at your sultry tone. You wasted no time in pulling down his pants just enough to pull out his dick. Wrapping your hand around his shaft, you slowly began to pump him.

“Oh fuck,” Nico’s eyes screwed shut, “Just like that, schatzi.”

You continued pumping him, letting your thumb rub over his swollen tip in the process. In spite of his protests, you remained at a torturingly slow pace. You took the time to admire the slight curve of him and the way Nico would buck his hips when you applied pressure to the vein on the right side of his cock.

“Such a pretty cock,” You cooed, “So pretty, all f’me.”

Nico whimpered.

You thought his moans were hot, but hearing him whimper from just a basic handjob was a whole other ballgame.

You continued to stoke him, beads of precum beginning to stick to the tips of your fingers. Nico’s body began to tense as you squeezed the base.

“S-shit,” He cried.

You knew he was close, but the throbbing that each of his whines sent to your clit was enough to have you pulling back and stepping off of him. Nico looked at you pathetically, desperation and need filling his dark eyes.

“I know, I know,” You soothed, “I just need you inside of me, pretty boy. That okay?”

Nico couldn’t agree fast enough. He attempted to help remove your leggings, only to be swatted away.

“Nuh-uh. No touching until I say so.”

Nico swore he almost came right then and there. Something about the authoritative edge in your voice had his mind reeling. The only thought he could process was you sinking down on him until his cock was so deep he wouldn’t be able to remember his name.

You rushed to discard your bottoms, your own desperation now taking over. You straddled him once more, biting your lip as his hard-on pressed into your sensitive clit. You ground yourself further down, spreading your arousal all over his length.

“I can’t,” Nico’s hoarse voice snapped you back to reality, “Please, schatzi. I need to be inside you.”

You leaned to press a sweet kiss on his lips.

“Okay, baby.”

Giving in to his pleas, you carefully line his tip with your soaking entrance before slowly sinking down. Your eyes nearly roll back at the delicious stretch of him. Nico struggled to regain his breath as your tightness made his cock weep.

You both sat for a moment, too worked up to move yet. Placing a kiss on his scar, you gently began to move your hips. Nico’s hands flew to your waist, gripping the meaty flesh. Too consumed in the way he felt dragging along your velvet walls, you couldn’t even bring yourself to reprimand him for breaking your “No Touching,” rule.

Your hands wrapped around his neck as you tangled your fingers in his soft hair. Nico’s moaned as you tugged slightly.

“You, fuck,” You gasped as you you continued to bounce, “You like that, Neeks?”

He nodded, giving you his infamous doe-eyes.

“Yeah? You like it when I pull your hair?”

You pulled again, this time slightly harder. Nico’s hips bucked up, a deep groan bubbling up from his chest. Satisfied with his reaction, you moved your hands to his shoulders. You braced yourself, quickly increasing your pace. You tried your best to ignore the burning sensation in your thighs as you rutted against Nico.

Nico noticed your pace faltering, his hands moving to your thighs to hold your weight. His hips began to thrust upwards at a brutal pace, a loud cry escaping your mouth. Your hands scratched at his muscles, clinging to the back of the couch as the searing pleasure began to build in your tummy.

Nico, lost in his own pleasure, began to mumble incoherent German in your ear. His husky voice sent pulses of electricity through your veins, finding enough strength to push back against his pelvis as he thrusted.

In his mix of languages, you were able to make out hsi faint chant of begs.

“Keep doing that, schatzi.”

“Oh, don’t stop.”

“Gonna cum, please.”

You swiveled your hips forward, Nico’s cock edging deeper into your cunt. You convulsed around him, coaxing him to his orgasm.

His head fell back, deep whines leaving with each thrust as you milked his cock. The feeling of his warm finish filling your spent pussy was enough to tip you over. You screwed your eyes shut as you felt the waves of orgasmic bliss blind every sense you had.

You could barely make out the feeling of Nico’s thumb rubbing encouraging circles around your clit.

Coming back to reality, you collapsed into Nico, his strong arms wrapping around your soft figure. You both relished in the post-sex glow, enjoying the feeling of each other's bodies pressed so close together. You let your eyes shut, Nico’s fingers running down your spine lulling you into relaxation.

“You ready for bed, baby?”

You smiled at the change in his demeanor. It was just like him to immediately take on his protective and caring nature once more. Not that you were gonna complain.

You shook your head, “Want to stay here for a minute. I like you inside of me.”

Nico let out a groan, “Can’t say things like that, schatzi. You’re gonna make me hard again.”

You simply laughed, placing a kiss on his collarbone.

#the captain’s girl au!#nico hischier #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier smut #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier blurb #leawrites💋

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shield | nico hischier

summary: nico is very protective of his girl, so when someone hurts her, he takes it personally.

warnings: protective nico, physical harassment, swearing, slight violent themes

wc: 1.6k+

a/n: another 3am nico fic 🕺 this one’s a lil bit heavier than most of my nico fics, but don’t worry! i have some new spicy things coming up!

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The bar was jammed. Sweaty bodies pressed into every corner of the bricked building, the heat almost unbearable. A door in the back, propped open was your only solace, serving nicely with the winter air wafting in. Although, despite the sticky air and stench of beer, you couldn’t be happier.

You stood by Nico’s side, practically glued to him, not that he would complain. Nico loved the feeling of your body against his, it brought him comfort knowing you were safely tucked away from the world. He was over the moon, still riding the high of tonight’s win. It was a solid win too. Nico got out with a 3-point night, his ego soaring.

Now, you would never admit this sober, but you loved when he got cocky. The way his body demeanor would change and he would have a special swagger in his step. The sexy smirk that never seemed to leave his face every time his gleaming eyes would settle down to yours. It was almost embarrassing the grasp this man had on you, but you loved every second of it.

His dark shirt clung tightly to his sweaty body, the heat around you two making a visible impression.

You sat next to him at a table with some of the team, celebrating their win. Seeing the wide smile on Nico’s face made you want to take everything bad in the world and toss it away. That way Nico could smile forever.

His arm rested on your thigh, corded with thick veins, squeezed slightly, just as reassurance. You squeezed his hand back.

“You know, I still can’t believe that Merc just left like that! I was in the middle of talking too. What an ass.”

You looked over to where Jack’s voice echoed. His annoyed face set on where Dawson was talking to some girl near the bar. You felt a chuckle rise in your throat, causing you to shove your face into Nico’s arm in an attempt to smother it.

Nico looked down at you with amused eyes, “What’s so funny, schatzi?”

You let out a breath, shaking your head, “Nothing much, Neeks. Just Jacky.”

Nico glanced over his shoulder at Jack, who was still complaining to his, very bored, little brother. He nodded his head slowly in understanding. When he turned back to the table, he noticed your tired eyes.

“You tired, pretty? You’ve been awfully quiet.”

This was true, but only because you enjoyed watching Nico so much. To you, that was more entertaining than talking.

“Yep, I’m all good!” You gave him a big smile. Nico searched your eyes for any insincerity but failed to find any. Accepting your answer, he turned back to Holtz, engaging in a spirited conversation about certain plays during the game.

After half an hour or so, your drink had finally run out, your empty cup now urging to be filled. You nudged Nico’s arm, gaining his attention.

“I’m gonna go get a refill,” You shook your empty cup, proving your point.

His brows furrowed, “Want me to come with you?” His eyes flickered to the large number of people, “It’s a bit crowded over by the bar.”

You smiled at his concern, but denied his request, “No thank you, baby. I’ll be fine.”

He hesitantly agreed, placing a kiss on your temple and a quick, “Be careful,” as you left.

Shimmying your way through the dense population proved to be a lot harder than you originally anticipated, getting bumped back and forth violently. By the time you had reached the bar, you could have sworn you had whiplash.

Quickly flagging down a bartender, you ordered your drink and secured a spot to wait. You bit the inside of your cheek, suddenly feeling uncomfortable by the obvious male gazes from every direction. You could only hope that one didn’t have the balls to approach you, but alas, luck wasn’t on your side tonight.

A lean man, of about 5’8, approached you, clearly too inebriated to be thinking correctly. His scruff was patchy and gross, the tell-tail signs of a failed attempt at growing a beard. His red shirt loosely hung on his body, beer wetting the sides of it. At least, you hoped it was beer. He stumbled into the slot beside you, almost on top of you.

“Hey, sexy. What’s your name?” His voice was grating, not a sultry tone to be heard. You found yourself repulsed by his presence, now desperately wishing Nico had come with you.

“None of your business, but thanks for asking.” You gave him a snide smile, hoping he would take the very obvious hint that you weren’t interested.

“Whoa, attitude, missy. I just asked your name.”

“And I don’t care.” You rolled your eyes, the strange man not making an effort to leave.

“Damn, if you’re this feisty all the time, I know a much better way to put that mouth to use.”

Fear pitted deep in your stomach at the dark look on the man’s face. Needing toi escape, you tried to make a move to leave, but he blocked your way, now caging you to the bar top. Your breath picked up in a panic, frantically searching for someone to help. It was far too loud to call for anyone and everyone around you was already preoccupied with their own conversations.

Deciding to fight back, you lifted your arm to slap the man who was rapidly approaching you. His hand came up to grip your arm harshly, drawing a hiss from your lips as pain spiked through your wrist. Tears sprung in your eyes as you tried your hardest to free yourself from the man’s body. You felt helpless as your voice died in your throat, shutting your eyes tightly.

You prepared yourself for the worst until you felt the man’s weight abruptly leave. Your eyes shot open, seeing a blur of the man get thrown to the ground. The familiar figure of your boyfriend towered over the cowering stranger.

Nico reached down, gripping the man’s collar, dragging him to his feet, and slamming him against the nearest wall.

“What the fuck, do you think you’re doing?” Nico’s eyes were ablaze with fury, a hard look resting on his once-happy face.

“I-I don’t know man,” The stranger was gasping, obviously terrified of the much larger man holding him to the wall, “I was just trying to get some pussy, like every other guy in the bar.” His meek words only fueled Nico’s anger.

“Don’t you ever fucking touch my woman like that again. Don’t ever touch any woman like that. You’re a fucking pussy.” Nico’s voice was laced with disgust as he spat at the man. Holtz and Jack rushed over, attempting to pull Nico away. He dropped the guy, worry for you now seeping into his clouded mind.

Nico was by your side within seconds, pulling your shaking form into his arms. He tucked you under his chin, tightly holding you, “It’s okay, schatzi,” He brought up a hand to cradle your head, “You’re okay. I’m here now, Nico’s here.”

You let out a slight sob, your arms recoiling into your body as you gingerly held your bruising wrist. Nico pulled away, eyes desperately raking your body to determine the cause of your pain. Once his eyes settled on your wrist, he held out his hand, silently asking to inspect the damage.

Nico felt a new wave of anger take over his body, now practically shaking as he tried his hardest to not go beat the shit out of the guy. The man had hurt you. Hurt his girl. If it were up to Nico, that guy wouldn’t be breathing right now, but fortunately for the stranger, murder is illegal. Nico carefully guided your body to the exit, not bothering to bid goodbyes.

Only once the two of you hit the cold parking lot and the adrenaline started to wear off, did you fully begin to comprehend the severity of what had happened. A fresh batch of tears formed in your eyes, sobs rapidly pouring from your lips. Your body shook with the pure force of the cries that pierced their way through Nico’s chest.

He immediately pulled you tightly into his body, making sure to be mindful of your wrist. Nico felt his own tears well up in his eyes at your pain. He hated that he couldn’t help you, but he hated even more that he was in the building when it happened and didn’t get to you soon enough.

“I’m so sorry, baby.” Nico sniffed, “It’s all my fault this happened.”

You shook your head against his chest, slightly pulling away to look into his deeply saddened eyes, “No, don’t do that. Don’t blame yourself for something you couldn’t control.”

“I knew I should have gone with you. If I was there then he wouldn’t have hurt you.” He looked away biting his lip as he tried not to cry. His broken voice stabbed your heart. It was gut-wrenching to see Nico blame himself for what that man did.

“Stop, Nico. It was not your fault,” You held his face gently, forcing him to meet your eyes, “Please, stop blaming yourself. I chose to go by myself, that’s not on you.” He opened his mouth to protest, but you were too quick, “Don’t say anything else. Please, for me? Stop.”

He nodded slowly as tears silently slid down his cheeks. Nico reached up, carefully cradling your wrist that was near his face, leaning to place a sweet kiss on the black and blue splotches.

“Let me get you home, schatzi. Wanna take care of you.”

#the captain’s girl au!#nico hischier #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier x y/n #nico hischier blurb #nico hischier smut #nico hischier imagine #njd #new jersey devils #jack hughes #luke hughes #dawson mercer #leawrites💋

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desperate | luke hughes

summary: luke’s girl has never had someone go down on her and he’d be damned if he didn’t change that

i believe this was a request but has been in my drafts for months...oops

warnings: smut, oral (f. receiving), teasing, begging, swearing

“Fuck, Luke.” You moaned into his lips. His hands gripped your thighs, perched on either side of his lap. You tugged at his thick curls as he trailed his lips down your jaw. He placed hot, wet kisses, making sure to leave a mark.

Luke’s hands traveled up your legs, grasping at your hips. He pulled you further into him, the feeling of his throbbing cock pressed against your core. His lips continued their assault downward, sucking between the valley of your breasts.

You tightly grabbed Luke’s broad shoulders, nails leaving angry red crescents in their wake. His light groans echoed in your ears. He began to work his way back up, dragging his tongue up the column of your neck. Luke pulled away to meet your blown-out eyes with his own. His chest was heaving with anticipation.

“I want to go down on you.” He blurted. Your eyes widened in shock, but the surprise was soon replaced with the timid batting of your lashes. Luke took note of the flush that covered your cheeks and ears. You swallowed thickly.

“I’ve, uh, I’ve never had someone go down on me.” You hushed out quickly. It was now Luke’s turn to be shocked. His eyebrows furrowed.

“So you’re telling me no one has ever made you cum on their tongue before?” His crude words made your skin ignite with new desire. Fantasies of Luke’s tongue deep in your cunt flashed through your mind. Your breath picked up, which did not go unnoticed by Luke.

A comforting smile made home on his swollen lips, “I promise I’ll take good care of you, baby. I just want to taste you, I bet you taste like fucking candy.” Luke swiftly flipped you over, laying you down gently.

Sensing the uncertainty in your eyes, Luke reached to lock your fingers with his. “We don’t have to do anything, angel. Not if you aren’t comfortable.” You shook your head.

“No, I want to. I-I’m just a bit nervous, that's all.” Luke placed a long, reassuring kiss on your lips.

“Okay, but if you want me to stop, tell me immediately.” He gave you a slight stare, before quickly removing his shirt. You just nodded in response, mouth going dry at the sight of his toned abdomen. You reached up to drag your hand over the ripples of hard muscle, taking note of every freckle and mark he had.

Luke’s heavy-lidded eyes bore into your own, an unknown flame dancing within the dark pools. He let his fingertips graze from your breasts down, goosebumps rising through each pass. Your hands gripped the sheets by your sides as he reached your panties.

He hooked his fingers through them, slowly slipping them down your legs. He didn’t fail to let his hands drag along the naked skin, sending volts straight to your core. After drawing your feet through, he placed a chaste kiss to the top of each ankle, marking his ascent up your calves.

Luke’s lips dragged teasingly up your thighs, which began to clench out of desperation.

“No, no, angel. Gotta keep those pretty thighs open for me.” He sucked in a harsh breath as you obeyed his demand, eyes glued to your glistening core.

“Fuck me.” You heard him growl lowly, “Such a pretty pussy, all wet for me.”

His words sent waves of electricity through your entire body. Your weeping hole pulsated at the lack of attention, wanting nothing more than Luke to bury his tongue deep inside. Your hips bucked pathetically, begging Luke to help.

“Please, Lukey. I need you so bad.” You whined, becoming restless at his hands that traveled in dangerous patterns around where you needed him most.

He took his lip between his teeth, burying a deep groan that threatened to escape his throat. The sounds of your whimpers making his cock twitch against his shorts.

“Why don’t you ask me nicely, angel. Tell me what you want.” He lowered his face to your dripping core, as more whines left your mouth.

“Please, please Luke! I, fuck,” you panted, “I need your tongue inside me.”

“See? Now that wasn’t so hard.” Luke wasted no time before attaching his lips to your swollen clit. Your back arched as searing pleasure plagued your mind.

“Shit! Lukey,” Almost pornographic moans left your body as you became unable to control your voice.

The sound of Luke’s mouth slurping at your aching cunt filled the room. His tounge danced in circles around your slit, sucking with just the right amount of pressure to drive you insane.

Your eyes rolled back as you brought your hands to Luke’s hair, gripping onto the curls for some grounding. His hands wrapped around your thighs, pulling you impossibly closer. His tongue brutally plunged in and out of your entrance.

Your slick pooled around his mouth, causing him to move with ease. Your hips moved of their own accord, grinding into his mouth, helping to ride his tongue.

Luke lifted for a moment, chin covered in arousal. His darkened eyes met yours in a heated match, before he returned his swollen, damp lips to your puffy clit.

Fire swelled in your lower belly, signaling the build of your impending orgasm. You dug your heels into Luke’s lower back as you trapped him between your legs.

Luke reached up with his right hand to intertwine it with your own.

Teetering on the edge, your cunt spasmed around him.

“Gonna cum for me, angel?” He looked up, gazing through his lashes while continuing his abuse to your clit, “Make a mess on my face, pretty girl. I know you can.”

The vibrations of his words were just enough to tip you over. The grip you had on his hand got tighter as your hips arched into his face. White-hot pleasure blinded your senses. Your ears rung as you felt your climax hit you.

Your eyes rolled back once more as your body twitched with orgasmic bliss. Luke continued to devour your cunt until you began to whine from overstimulation.

He pulled back, panting as he sat on his feet. Luke rested his hands on your knees, rubbing soothing circles into your, now sore, legs.

“You’re okay, angel.” He moved around to lay next to you, “Come back to me, baby.” Luke cradled your body, placing sweet kisses on your head until you came down from your high.

As your breath began to even out, you could only say one thing, “Holy fuck.”

#luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes smut #luke hughes blurb #luke hughes fic #njd #new jersey devils #leawrites💋

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The Captain’s Girl

♡. fics!

↳ i want you to give in

↳ sauna (nsfw)

↳ claim (nsfw)

↳ don’t worry, i’m here

↳ shield

↳ absence and tension (nsfw)

↳ out of line

↳ riding high (nsfw)

↳ addictive (in progress)

↳ surprise (in progress)

♡. blurbs!

↳ late nights

↳ pretty girl (nsfw)

↳ pretty girl | part two (nsfw)

♡. anon thoughts!

↳ why does she have nightmares?

↳ her thoughts on nico’s hands

↳ jack & mrs.cap

↳ do they argue?

↳ are they kinky?

♡. extras!

↳ coming soon!

♡. author’s note!

↳ welcome to my first interactive series/au! this is a full compilation of fics featuring nico hischier and his girl!

↳ please do not hesitate to send in any thoughts, asks, or requests between them! i love to hear from yall!

↳ this au DOES include 18+ content, so please be aware of what you’re reading. with that being said, there are pretty much no rules or limits (be smart) when it comes to thoughts or requests! if i do not feel comfortable answering, then it will simply be deleted or i will talk about why it was removed.

↳ i hope you all will enjoy reading about the captain and his girl as much as i enjoy writing them!

#the captain’s girl au!#nico hischier #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier x y/n #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier blurb #nico hischier smut #nico hischier angst #jack hughes #luke hughes #dawson mercer #njd #new jersey devils #leawrites💋

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Red | jack hughes

backstory - next

summary: when jack meets a bombshell of a girl, his life is bound to change.

warnings: swearing, lil bit of arrogant jack

wc: 2k+

a/n: welcome to my new series! this will follow jack and red as they navigate through the ins and outs of new love. if you have any requests or thoughts regarding jack and red, please send them in!

His world was flipped the second he met her. His Red.

Live chattering filled the dimly lit bar, as a certain chill settled in the cracks of the wooden walls. Winter did not come to play this time of year. The howling wind could still be heard over the loud voices in the room. With every creak of the front door, more frigid air rushed in, gripping whoever was near.

Bright noses and ears scattered about the patrons, who eagerly down their alcohol in an attempt to warm up the frosted bones beneath. The old dinky clock on the back wall lamely rang as the time hit the hour. It was officially the next day, yet Jack and his team still swarmed the back left corner of the room.

Joy was very evident to whoever gazed upon the mass of hockey players, or anyone who paid any attention to the TVs in the room. The New Jersey Devils had just won their best game thus far, winning by a complete shutout against their rivals. To say they were pumped would be an understatement.

Strong bodies and their accompanied ladies made their way to the dance floor, leaving behind the select bachelors of the bunch. Although adrenaline still coursed through his veins and he was still riding the high of winning, Jack couldn’t help but watch as his teammates celebrated with their partners.

The lowly sound of Nico and Dawson’s conversation echoed in and out of Jack’s ears. Now, Jack knew, regardless of how shallow it seemed, that he could easily have his choice of bunny to dance with. Truth be told, he had begun to grow tired of hooking up with random girls every weekend.

Jack craved something deeper. He craved something real. So, there he sat, in the back booth with a beer in his hand, secretly wishing he had his own girl by his side.

❥.

Another hour or so had passed, the clock now reading 1:15 a.m., yet the team seemed to have every intention of shutting the place down. Another round of shots was brought to the table, courtesy of Erik, causing a new rise of cheers to be heard. Jack jumped slightly, as Dawson shoved a small glass of brown liquid into his hand.

“C’mon, man! What’s up with you?” Dawson questioned as he noticed Jack staring into the glass. Jack was quick to plaster a small, but convincing smile on his face.

“Nothing. I’m all good, just a bit tired after the game, that’s all.” Dawson looked skeptical and opened his mouth to say something, but was quickly cut off as Jack swiftly drank the potent liquid.

“Atta boy, JackJack!” Dawson’s attention moved away from Jack as Luke showed him something on his phone.

A deep sigh left Jack’s throat, easing the burning sensation. His eyes traveled around the bar, this time noting that they seemed to be the last ones left. He wanted to go home, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave as he saw how happy his team looked.

Jack excused himself from the table, opting to go recoup in the bathroom for a few peaceful moments. Making his way towards the other side of the bar proved to be more difficult when he had drunk hockey players flinging themselves as he passed. Jack continued his way through, ignoring all of the concerned looks he got as he pushed his friends off.

He picked up his pace, practically slamming the bathroom door closed once he was inside. He let his hands rest on the sink as he attempted to even out his breathing. Jack wasn’t even completely sure why he was freaking out in the first place. It’s not like he has to be single, he has lines of women at his beck and call.

But, there is something different about the emptiness in his chest that he just can’t seem to shake tonight. Jack turned on the faucet, gently patting his face with some cool water to help dissipate the redness covering his cheeks and neck.

He reached over to grab a paper towel when the door slammed open. Jack turned around abruptly, clearly startled by the sudden intrusion. But what caught him off guard the most was, not the interruption, but the fact that it was a girl. In the men's bathroom.

“Excuse me?” Jack exclaimed, visibly irritated by the girl. The girl's eyes widened, before stepping back to look at the sign on the door.

“Oh shit!” She met Jack’s eyes with an awkward laugh, “Apparently this isn’t the women's bathroom.”

Jack rolled his eyes, “Great observation there, genius.”

The girl raised her eyebrows in surprise at his snappy tone. She understood her mistake, but that did not give him a reason to be rude. Before saying anything, she took into account who he was. Not that it mattered, but she did not want to start beef with Jack Hughes.

She remained silent, her lack of response egging Jack on.

“Look, I get it. You’re a fan, but I’m trying to have some privacy. The least you could do is respect that. You didn’t have to barge into the bathroom just to see me.”

Oh hell no.

It occurred in that moment, that she no longer cared who he was. The arrogance melted in waves off of him and she needed to snuff that out real fast.

“I don’t know who the hell you think you’re talking to, but it sure ain’t me.”

Jack was taken aback by her rebuttal, not failing to note the southern twang in her voice. He then realized how insanely attractive the fuming girl was. Her flaming ginger hair fell in waves down her back, which provided a stark contrast to her bright green eyes. They were big and round, yet held so much fire. Her nose was small, yet curved up slightly, creating a slope. Jack found himself wanting to trace his fingers down it.

He was snapped back into reality as her vibrant red lips opened once more.

“Don’t get me wrong, I know who you are, Jack Hughes,” She mimicked, “But If I wanted to see your dick that bad, I’d have no problem getting you in my bed.”

Jack scoffed, “Oh is that so?”

She took a few steps forward.

“It’s no secret you get around Jack,” She brought her hands around his shoulders, “Your dick is more famous than you at this point.”

Jack would be lying if he denied the jolt that his cock made at her comment.

“You know, Red, you shouldn’t talk about my dick if you don’t plan on giving it attention.” Jack wasn’t sure what changed his mood, possibly the most sexy woman he had ever seen talking about his cock. Maybe a hookup wouldn’t be the worst thing to come of the night.

A wicked grin found its way to her full lips as she brought them to his right ear. Her body pressed against his deliciously. With a low whisper, she replied, “Like hell.”

She pulled away quickly stepping back. Jack frowned at the loss of her warm body. His eyes gleamed longingly at the door as she made her way out without a second glance at him.

Jack was left by himself once more, this time with a painful hard-on and thoughts of his mystery girl.

❥.

Once he calmed himself down, Jack left the bathroom and began to make his way back to his team. He was about halfway through the building when a streak of red hair caught the corner of his eye. He turned to see her sitting at a bartop, engrossed in her laptop that sat in front of her.

Jack acted on a whim and decided he wanted, no needed, to figure this girl out. He walked up to the bartop, sliding into the seat beside her.

She didn’t even bother to look up, “Look Bubba, go find somewhere else to sit. I am very clearly busy.” She barked. Jack chuckled at her response.

“Wow, Red, you’re very feisty this evening.” The girl snapped her head up, meeting Jack’s icy blue ones. She let out a huff, shaking her head slightly.

“What? You decided to grace the common folk with your godly presence, Jacky?” She gave him a pointed look before continuing, “Also, don’t call me Red. I have a name, you know.”

“You haven’t given it.”

“You haven’t asked.”

Jack smiled. The way she manages to challenge everything he says is addicting and he wants more.

“Alright then, what’s your name?” Jack questioned, quirking his head to the side. Boy, was he more than happy to play her game.

“Y/n.”

“Nah, I still prefer Red.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, opting to turn her focus back to her computer. Jack’s eyebrows furrowed at the lack of attention she gave.

“Am I not entertaining enough for you, Red?”

She looked back up from her project, turning to him. “Look, Jacky, I already told you in the bathroom, I’m not looking to hook up with you. Nor do I want to,” She sucked in a breath, “Now if you don’t mind, I’m trying to focus on my article.”

Jack did not like the idea of giving up, so he let his curiosity get the better of him. He turned her laptop towards him, provoking protest from the red-haired girl. He was taken by surprise at the title:

A backtrack on the Devil's season: Did Jack Hughes save the team?

Jack couldn’t help but smirk, his ego rising a few notches.

“Writing articles about me, huh? I gotta be honest with ya, Red. With the way you’ve been arguing all night, I never would have guessed you were my biggest fan.”

Y/n scoffed, a bewildered look on her face. “Ha! That’s rich.” She tugged her laptop back, “I was given this assignment, I would never write about you willingly. You’re a good player Jacky, but some of your other teammates deserve the hype too. All the major networks are too busy fawning over you, that they miss what contributions are being made by the other players. Last time I checked, it’s not just Jack Hughes on the ice.”

Even though she was complaining about him, he couldn’t help but cling to her every word. It was captivating, how passionate she got. Especially over something that Jack’s life revolved around.

She continued, but was cut off by Jack, “I agree with you.”

Y/n cocked her head, “You…agree with me?” Baffled would be an understatement. She assumed Jack would be flying, boasting about being the number one topic in the NHL right now.

“Yes, I agree. My team is just as important, we wouldn’t be winning with just me. It’s a team effort and I think more people should be writing about that. Everyone on that ice is crucial to the game, so I appreciate you seeing that.”

Everything he said was true. He truly did believe that he would be nowhere without his team, they were his family. Y/n could see the tenderness in his eyes. Against her better wishes, she found it attractive how he cared for his team.

She shook away those thoughts, “Anyways, Jacky, I am super busy finishing this article, so…” She trailed off, hoping he would get the subtle hint. She would never let on that she was enjoying their conversation.

Jack wasn’t blind to her attempts to get him to leave but refused to go without assuring him he’d see her again.

“I could help you,” He offered. She gave him a questioning look.

“I mean, you seem to be struggling to come up with what to write about me. So, I can help you. You can ask me any questions you want…”

She raised an eyebrow, sensing his wanting tone, “What’s the catch?”

“Go on a date with me.”

She almost immediately said no, but considered what this article could do for her career. Everyone in her network wanted to write about Jack Hughes, yet somehow she was the one who managed to get stuck with the assignment. Was she willing to put up with an entire date just for the chance to get new intel no one else had?

Y/n had hoped not, but alas, she knew what she needed to do.

“Fine,” Jack’s eyes lit up at her compliance, “Only one date, after that we split and never talk again.”

“You got it, Red.”

#jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes x red #jack hughes x y/n #jack hughes headcanons #jack hughes imagine #nj devils #new jersey devils #njd x reader #njd #nico hischier #dawson mercer #luke hughes #erik haula #leawrites💋

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claim | nico hischier

summary: when a girl’s night gone wrong ends with nico’s girl getting a tattoo, he realizes how much he loves claiming her.

warnings: a bit of possessive nico, grinding, marking, fingering, slight breeding kink, unprotected sex, creampie, swearing

wc: 2k+

a/n: posting this at 3am, so enjoy, cause i definitely did.

p.s: nico is so daddy that it hurts

This was probably stupid. No, scratch that. You knew it was stupid. As it pans out, a bottle of pink whitney and truth or dare during girl's night, never ends well.

But, as you lay in the chair with that familiar buzzing next to your ear, you contemplated your life choices and how you ended up here in the first place. Cursing your best friend, you hiss as the tattoo gun hits the area behind your ear.

“Holy shit!” You groan in pain, “You absolutely suck, Bry.”

She giggles, tossing her raven hair behind her, “Listen, in my defense, you were the one who said we needed to up the anty during girl’s night.”

If it weren't for the surging pain spreading through your upper body, you’d probably slap her. Bryan was never one to back out of a little competition, which is one of the reasons you guys clicked so well. Only this time, your normal competitiveness was biting you in the ass.

“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. What’s Nico gonna say? He’s probably gonna think I’m nuts and break up with me.”

Bryan scoffed, “Oh please, Nico doesn’t know how to breathe without you by his side. He’s not gonna break up with you.” She glanced over your head as the artist pulled away. “Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if he proposes the second he sees it.”

After the artist finished cleaning you up, he handed you a mirror so you could see. Gleaming back at you, in all its glory, was a dainty “13” written in black ink. It was small enough to be covered with your hair but big enough to be seen when your hair was up.

Bryan smirked at you through the small mirror, “Nico is one lucky man, babe.”

❥.

Nerves pulsed through your body as the time ticked down. Nico was gonna be home any minute from his team meeting. He sent you a quick text while you were still at the tattoo place, letting you know he’d be home late. You let out a deep breath, staring at your new marking in the bathroom mirror. You played with your hair, indecisive on how you wanted to wear it when Nico arrived.

Eventually, you decided to keep it down, opting to let Nico discover your body's new addition on his own. You settled yourself in the kitchen, perching yourself on the chair closest to the door. You had made dinner earlier since you knew it was very unlikely that Nico had remembered to eat. Just as you began to take out your phone to check where Nico was, you heard keys jingling against the door.

Your heart rate picked up with each passing second. Worry plagued your mind in fear he wouldn’t approve of the tattoo.

The door creaked open, as a tired-looking Nico walked in. His eyes immediately found yours and a loving smile took home over his features.

“Hi, schatzi.” He strode over to you, bending to press a sweet kiss on your head, “Did you have a good girl's night?”

You nodded, standing so you could wrap your arms around his torso. Leaning up with a pout, Nico chuckled. He planted a quick peck on your lips, drawing a whine from you.

“Neeks, stop teasing.”

He sent you a dimpled smile, before kissing your cheek and walking to where you had set out his dinner. Nico was quick to pour himself a glass of wine, turning to bring you one as well. He sat down next to you, taking a sip. You tucked your hair behind your ear, temporarily forgetting about the special ink.

Your eyes snapped to Nico as he choked on his wine, “Jeez, Nico. You okay?”

Once he got over his coughing fit, he shook his head no. His eyes darkened as he moved the glass away from the edge. “What was that behind your ear?”

You smiled sheepishly, looking away from him.

“Y/n, baby. Look at me,” You let your gaze meet his, “Pull your hair up.”

The demand was soft, but enough to spread a pleasurable heat through your body. Grabbing the hairband that lives on your wrist, you quickly put your hair back, the ink now on full display for Nico’s hungry eyes.

“Fuck, schatzi,” Nico mumbled as he inspected the tattoo. Seeing his number permanently on your skin was enough to have his cock straining against the confinements of his sweats. His mind went hazy as he stared at you.

“Do you like it?” Hearing the hesitation in your voice, he tilted your face towards him.

It was then you noticed his appearance. Chest heavy with lustful gasps, eyes almost black as he took in your body. Nico was turned on. You confirmed your theory as your eyes wandered down to his painful-looking erection.

You swallowed thickly.

“Like it? Christ, baby. I fucking love it.” Nico never realized how much he could love seeing something that represented him on you. Of course, his heart soared every time you wore his jersey and he got to see his name sprawled across your back. But this? This was different. It was more than just a representation, it was a claim.

A claim to the rest of the world that you were his. And boy did his dick like the sound of that. Nico bit his lip as thoughts of claiming you further filled his mind. Unable to control himself any longer, he leaned over pulling your jaw to crash your lips together. A moan escaped your throat at the intensity of the kiss.

Nico’s hands moved to your thighs, helping you to sit on the table. He settled in between your legs, pulling your aching core to press against his throbbing cock. His lips trailed down your neck, sucking marks into any bit of skin his mouth could touch.

“Gonna mark ya up, baby,” He licked a stripe from the base of your neck all the way to where your tattoo lay, “Gotta make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”

His hands gripped your thighs harshly, angling his hips upwards to create more friction. You moaned as his bulge dragged deliciously along your clothed clit. Nico continued his assault on your neck, bringing one hand to ghost over where your perked nipples showed through your top.

He brought his head out of your neck, panting, “Need to feel you, schatzi. Need it so bad.” You eagerly agreed, helping to strip off the little clothing that you wore. Once Nico had removed your panties, his fingers quickly traced circles on your mound. You tilted your head back, the much-needed stimulation spreading ecstasy through your veins.

“Fuck, Neeks. Feels so good.” You whimpered into the air.

His desperate gaze drowned in your body. Nico dipped in one finger, before slowly dragging it back out.

“So wet, f’me,” He brought his finger to his lips, sucking off your juices, “Who makes you this wet, baby?”

“You, only you, Nico.” You whined. Nico wasted no time before plunging two fingers in your weeping hole, setting a brutal pace. A scream nearly left your mouth as searing pleasure took over your senses.

“Shit!” Your nails dug into his biceps in an attempt to ground yourself. Nico caught your lips, swallowing the moans and whimpers that escaped. The sweet drag of his fingers had your velvet walls clenching rapidly. You knew you weren’t gonna last much longer, having been worked through already with Nico’s grinding.

You pulled away, dropping your head onto his shoulder, “M’ not gonna last, Neeks”

“I know, schatzi. Cum on my fingers, baby. Make a mess.”

His words were enough to coax your first orgasm, blinding white covering your vision as your body convulsed into Nico’s. His fingers didn’t let up until he worked you completely through your high. You whimpered as overstimulation began to set in.

“Too much,” You cried.

Nico slowly came to a stop, pulling his fingers out and bringing them to his mouth for a second time. “Mmm.” He hummed at the taste, “Always so sweet f’me, beautiful.”

Despite having just orgasmed, the sight of his tongue swirling around his fingers, sucking off your arousal had your pussy clenching around nothing. Nico looked down to where his fingers just were, slightly pulling open your cunt with his thumb.

“Such a pretty pussy, all mine.” He seemed to be muttering more to himself than you, relishing in your body and how you were his.

Nico looked back to your eyes, helping you off the table and taking you back to the shared bedroom. He plopped you on the bed, shedding his remaining clothes, before crawling to hover above you.

“Wanna be my good girl?” You nodded, “Open those pretty legs for me.”

You obeyed, welcoming his thick muscled body onto yours. His cock stood proud against his abdomen, the tip red and already leaking precum. You brought a hand to wrap around the top, swiping your thumb along his slit, a line of precum connecting to your digit as you pulled away.

A deep whine left his throat, “Fuck, schatzi. Too sensitive for that right now, wanna cum inside.”

“Please, Neeks. Need you in me, please.” Your mind was reduced to nothing but the thought of his cock drilling you into the mattress.

“Yeah? Want me to fill ya up? Fuck, you’d look so pretty all swollen with my babies.” Nico dragged his cock between your slick folds, “No one would have to ask who you belong to.”

You whimpered, “Quit stalling Neeks, need you to fuck me.” You brought your hands to wrap around his back.

Nico brought his hand down to guide his cock to your entrance, easing in slowly. You both let out a moan as he bottomed out. He sat for a moment, letting you adjust to his size, the stretch always taking you by surprise.

You bucked your hips slightly, signaling that he could move.

“Give me just a second, saw your tattoo again and almost busted.” Even though he wasn’t trying, his crude words sent fire to your core causing your pussy to convulse around his still dick.

After a few moments, Nico slowly brought his cock out till just the tip remained. He plunged back in, doing the same motion a few more times. His deep thrusts racked your entire body with tingles. He started to speed up, but still keeping deep inside your cunt.

“Nico!” You cried as he prodded at your g-spot.

“That’s right, baby,” He grunted out, “Scream my name, let everyone know who makes you feel this good”

His thrusts began to quicken as your muscles started to spasm around him. With each glide of his cock, pleasure soared through your body, reaching all the way to your toes. You were completely consumed by Nico.

He buried his head in your neck, tilting slightly to press a gentle kiss against his number. A sweet gesture that didn’t go unnoticed by you. Hands gripping at his back, you dragged your nails down the course muscle, leaving angry red trails that he was surely gonna get hell for in the locker room. Nico began to get sloppy as you both neared the peak. His uneven thrusts, paired with the hand that found its way to your clit had you reeling.

“That’s it, schatzi. I know you got one more in ya, cum f’me baby.”

Your back arched into him, eyes shutting tightly as the coil in your stomach snapped. Your pussy clamped tightly around Nico, sending him over the edge. He continued to pump his cock in and out, painting the deepest parts of your cunt with hot ropes of cum. Your mouth hung in a silent moan, voice gone from the previous activities.

When you regained your senses, you noticed Nico’s weight had collapsed on top of you, his chest heaving. You brought a hand up to lazily stoke his hair, “If this is what I get every time I get a tattoo, then I’m gonna be covered.”

He smiled, placing a kiss on your tattoo, “Only if they’re about me.”

#nico hischier #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier blurb #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier smut #nh13 #njd #new jersey devils #leawrites💋

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absence and tension | nico hischier

summary: after a frustrating game, nico struggles with dealing with player absences and only knows how to confide in his girl.

warnings: sad nico, almost zero foreplay (sry theyre desperate), unprotected sex, choking, praise, swearing

wc: 1.7k+

a/n: this was requested by my darling, @emaanemaa she is the backbone of this au rn

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You knew it would be rough when Nico got home from the game. Stuck at the apartment, you cringed as the final minutes counted down.

A deep sigh left your lips as Nico’s disappointed face flashed on the screen. With the lack of penalties that went uncalled by the blind refs, to the absence of a certain Hughes brother, tonight was definitely not gonna be fun.

You quickly rose from your spot on the couch, tidying up the few stray items that lay aimlessly around the place. You threw a towel in the dryer, anticipating his second shower of the night. Whenever Nico needs to release some extra tension after a game, he always comes home and takes a steaming hot shower. Regardless of the fact he already took one before he left the arena.

You made your way back into the kitchen, perfect timing to the jingle of keys. Nico entered the apartment, missing the normal joy in his stance. He placed his keys on the kitchen table, brows furrowed with frustration. The tension in his muscles was vivid, his movements sharp while he put down his bag. Your heart ached for him, knowing he was probably blaming himself for the Devil's loss.

“How ya doin’, honey?” Your soft tone shot straight through Nico’s resolve.

He should have known he wouldn’t have been able to fool you. He turned to face you, biting his lip in an attempt to keep in his emotions. You tsked slightly at his worn body, walking over to pull him into your arms. Nico slumped against you the second you touched him. His hands gripped your sweatshirt tightly, prohibiting you from pulling away.

He breathed in deeply, taking in your comforting scent. Nico could feel some of the tension leave his shoulders as he clung to you. You felt him bury his face further into the crook of your neck, soaking up every bit of you that he could.

You lost count of how long the two of you remained in that spot, but once he finally pulled away, it felt like a gut punch. Nico’s eyes were bloodshot as exhaustion was etched into to creased lines of his face. He looked so tired, so drained. All you wanted was to be able to take his pain away, to help him ease the weight he carried every time he stepped foot onto the ice.

You brought a hand up, cradling his cheek. The warm, freshly shaved skin was smooth against your palm as Nico nuzzled closer.

“Wanna tell me what’s going on?” You asked gently, not wanting to risk pushing him over.

Nico nodded, taking a shuddering breath as his hoarse voice left his throat, “It’s just all so much right now. The boys count on me and I can’t help but feel like I’m letting them down. I feel like, like,” He paused, searching for the right words, “Like I’m trying to swim in quicksand.”

Your eyes looked deep into his, empathy written all over your face.

Nico continued, “And now with Jack out, indefinitely for the moment, I just feel like I’ve failed them.” His voice cracked near the end, laced with gloom.

You could have sworn the look in his eyes was enough to make tears spring in your own. “Nico.” His eyes shot up to yours at your stern tone, “You are not a failure. Those boys, your boys, look up to you. They can see what an amazing job you’re doing as their captain. Just because the team is going through a rough patch, does not mean you’re failing them.”

He swallowed harshly, “I know, but Ja-” You cut him off.

“Jack is his own person. He knows that there's risk when playing a fast-paced sport. You just have to learn to adjust, Neeks. Nothing is gonna be perfect, it’s just about what you make out of what you’re given.”

Nico remained silent for a moment, carefully taking in your words. Eventually, a soft, “Thank you,” left his mouth.

“I don’t know how I would do this without you, schatzi.”

A warm smile found home on your face, “Oh please, this is all you, Neeks. I just help when you need me.”

“I always need you, baby.”

Nico licked his lips as your eyes fluttered back to his. The once sorrowful orbs now held something much darker. His eyes became hooded, filled with new desire as his hands, which still rested on your hips, pulled you into his pelvis. It became quite clear what his present motive was, the feeling of his hardening cock pressing into your lower belly.

A low groan escaped his throat as your body provided a pleasurable pressure to his aching hard-on.

“Fuck,” He whispered, “Just like I need you now.”

You whimpered as he slammed his lips to yours, his attitude a stark contrast to what it was when he first arrived home. Apparently, his second shower was not gonna be the main focus tonight.

It was too easy to get lost in Nico’s touch, since the next thing you knew he was quickly leading you to your shared bedroom, all the while never disconnecting your lips. He used your body to shut the door, hand coming up to wrap deliciously around your neck. His fingers slightly dug into the skin above your pulse, applying a little bit of pressure.

With the lack of airflow and the way Nico’s lips ravished yours, your mind became hazy. His tongue worked around, begging for entrance. In your state, you couldn’t deny him. A wanton moan echoed from you, your core throbbing with need.

Nico took the opportunity to shove his tongue deeper, exploring the warm expanse of your mouth. He pulled away, a string of salvia connecting your lips. He wiped it away, taking a step back from you, “Get on the bed, schatzi. Need you so bad,” He rasped.

Not wasting any time, you began to remove your remaining clothing, tossing them elsewhere. Once you were completely bare of any layers, you moved to lay on your back, head hitting the pillows. Nico quickly followed suit, his clothes also finding their new home strewn about the room. He climbed atop you, slipping in between your welcoming thighs.

“So wet f’me, already?” Nico tilted his head as he dipped his thumb into your soaked folds.

You nodded desperately, wanting nothing more than for him to sink his twitching cock in your cunt.

Nico brought his thumb to his mouth, tongue darting out to meet the taste of your arousal. He moaned as it coated his tastebuds, “Always taste so good, baby.” His chest began to heave as you bucked your hips pathetically into his, “But I don’t think I can wait.” His hands gripped your hips, holding them to the mattress.

“Please, Neeks! Need you so bad,” You panted, “Need you now.”

“Yeah? Does my girl need this cock?” You nodded, “Ya think you can take it raw, schatzi?”

“Fuck, yes.” Desperation pooled in your voice as you begged him to fuck you.

Nico didn’t waste another moment, reaching to line his leaking cock with your entrance. His loud moan rang through the room as he sheathed himself fully inside of you.

“Ah, fuck,” He whined, “Always so good to me. So perfect, baby.”

You were at a loss for words as he began to pump himself in and out. Your head fell back against the pillow, eyes screwing shut. Nico leaned over you, arms coming to cage around your head. The cool metal of his chain sent jolts straight to your clit as it brushed over your peaked nipple. His lips captured yours in a slow kiss, displaying how much he loved you.

Your jaw went slack as his hips tilted up, the new angle allowing him to hit the spongey spot inside of you.

“Yes, god, right there, Nico!” You moaned. He drove in harder, hitting that spot repeatedly.

“Wrap your legs around me, baby. Wanna be close to you when we cum.” His hands helped guide your legs to hook around his waist, feet locking together behind his back.

You reached up, nails dragging angry red trails down the hard muscles of his back. The rapid thrusts of his cock sending your body into overdrive. The flame in your stomach began to grow, that familiar knot tightening by the second.

Nico knew you weren’t gonna last much longer, the feeling of your spasming walls helping to coax him to his own climax. He reached a hand down, rubbing harsh circles into your clit. The extra stimulation had you reeling.

“That’s it, schatzi. Come on, be my good girl. Cum f’me, baby. Make a mess on my cock.”

His words sent you tumbling over the edge, walls gripping his cock violently. White hot pleasure blinded your senses, eyes rolling back in your head. Your back arched up into Nico’s as you came. Your convulsing form brought Nico over not long after, his head tipped back as he pumped his cum deep inside of your spent pussy.

Nico worked you both through your orgasms, making sure you milked him of every last drop.

After a minute or two, you slowly came back to reality after the mind-numbing fire had extinguished. Nico’s body had collapsed on top of you, his own still gasping in orgasmic aftershock. You slowly stroked his hair as he came down, kissing his head lightly.

He lifted up, a blissful smile resting on his face.

“Hi, pretty boy.” You croaked with a kiss to his nose.

“Hi, baby.” He stared for a second, before leaning to place a soft kiss on your lips. It was brief, but still breathtaking. His doe-eyes bore into your own, filled with emotion.

“Whatcha thinking about, Neeks?”

“Just how lucky I am to have you in my life.”

A blush found its way up your neck and ears, “Neeks!”

He shook his head, “I mean it, schatzi.” He brought your face to meet his once more, “I love you, so much.”

“I love you too, Nico.”

He placed one last sweet peck on your lips before moving up and pulling your body to lay atop his. “Gonna lay here for a minute, wanna hold you.” He hugged you tighter, “Then we’ll go get cleaned up, okay?”

“Okay, Neeks.”

#the captain’s girl au!#nico hischier #nico hischier blurb #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier smut #njd #nj devils #new jersey devils #leawrites💋

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finding out luke hughes is a potterhead was not on my february bingo card but ill take it

my dude is just a star wars and harry potter loving nerd

he’s just like me fr

#luke hughes #njd #new jersey devils #leawrites💋

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i want you to give in | nico hischier

summary: tension can only build for so long, eventually it will have to snap.

warnings: suggestive themes, swearing

wc: 2.6k+

You and Nico had only been friends a couple of months, but that didn’t stop the growing tension every time you were in the same room.

Becoming close friends with a bunch of professional hockey players was not on your bingo card for the year. Yet, here you are, knocking on the door of Jack and Luke’s shared apartment.

You had met Luke at a bar when your so-called “friends” dragged you out for the night, then proceeded to ditch you for some random guys they had run into.

Luke noticed your sunken form at the corner of the bartop, looking as out of place as he felt. He took the opportunity to introduce himself, buying you a drink in the process. After the two of you hit it off, he made sure to stay by your side the rest of the night. When you told him about your friend's leaving, he took it upon himself to integrate you into the tight-knit hockey crowd in the back of the wide room.

You immediately fell into a comfortable conversation with a shaggy-haired boy named Dawson. These boys, along with the select girlfriends and wives, welcomed you with open arms. Only about an hour or so had passed when he showed up.

It was almost embarrassing how quickly you were drawn to him. Maybe it was the way he carried himself with such confidence, but not enough to seem arrogant. Or, perhaps, it was the way his tight shirt clung to the defined muscles along his torso.

Watching his movements grow closer, you saw a few of the other boys side-hug him, clearly excited by his presence. You leaned closer to Dawson’s side, trying to get a better view of the captivating brunette man. Dawson noticed your proximity, following your gaze to see where your focus had drifted to. He smirked.

“Whatcha lookin' at?” He asked smugly.

Your eyes widened as you realized you had been caught staring. Hard. A warm blush crept up your neck as you averted to look at anything else. “N-nothing, just people watching.” You had hoped he bought your excuse, but the look on Dawson’s face proved otherwise.

“Oh no, no, no. That was definitely not nothing. I saw you making goo-goo eyes at Cap over there.” This time it was your turn to make a face.

“Cap?”

Dawson nodded, “Yeah, that's Nico. Our captain.”

Nico.

Even his name was hot.

But what had you almost on your knees was when a pair of big, deep brown eyes met your own. Your breath hitched as Nico’s eyes raked down your body. If it was any other guy, you’d typically be bothered, but there was a strange feeling of comfort in his gaze.

His tongue darted out to wet his slightly-chapped lips and, if you weren’t so flustered, you could have sworn you saw Nico’s chest begin to rise quicker. Neither of you looked away from each other, not until Jack’s drunk form flung into Nico’s. The moment may have been fleeting, but the feeling Nico had left on you wasn’t.

❥.

You didn’t run into Nico again until Luke had invited you to a Devil’s function at the Haula household. You were nervous, staying silent the entire ride over.

“Are you alright?” Luke’s voice echoed in your ears, snapping you back to reality.

“Mhm, yeah. I’m okay, just a little nervous, I guess.” You bit your lip, looking back out of the window.

“Aw, c’mon, Y/n. You’ve already met almost everyone that’s gonna be there. They all love you.”

You just gave him a tight-lipped smile in return. You had failed to mention your little “encounter” with Nico the week prior. Simply because you felt it was too insignificant to bring up to your new friend, especially with the man in question being Luke’s captain.

When the car finally parked in front of the big house, you felt yourself hesitating. You knew Nico was already inside, as Luke had been running behind on his way to pick you up. You couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was about Nico that made your heart race and knees wobbly, but it was hard to hide his effect on your body.

“You coming?” Luke walked over to the passenger side, opening the door for you.

It was now or never.

You followed Luke into the house, quickly being welcomed by familiar faces. Although the face you were most anxious to see was nowhere to be found. You felt your stomach drop a little bit at his absence but shook off the feeling as Dawson made his way to you.

“Hey, y/n/n! How ya been? I haven’t seen you in forever…” He whined, making you laugh.

“I literally saw you last week Daws, but I’m just fine.” You let your eyes drift over Dawson’s shoulder briefly, still not seeing Nico.

“Ah, I see,” Dawson drawled, making your eyes shoot back toward his, “You’re just concerned with finding “Mr. Pretty-Brown-Eyes,” He mocked.

“Dawson!” You slapped him slightly, “I texted you that in confidence!” You looked around to make sure no one had heard the loud boy’s comment. Seeing as everyone was preoccupied, you let out a relieved sigh.

He threw his hands up in surrender, “Sorry, sorry! But, you can’t deny it. You’ve looked like a lost puppy since you and Luke stepped through the door.”

“Oh, whatever, I have not.” You pouted.

“Have to- Oh look! There’s Nico!”

You whipped your head in the direction Dawson was looking, only to be met with an empty wall. You turned back, stone-faced.

“Haha, very funny, Mercer. Very funny.” You rolled your eyes at his antics, genuinely starting to feel a little sad that you hadn’t seen Nico yet.

“C’mon, I can help you find him.”

You shook your head in protest, “No, no, absolutely not. Nope.”

Dawson’s brows furrowed, “Why not? You very obviously want to see him.”

“For your information, Dawson, I haven’t ever actually talked to him before.” You turned up your nose, rejecting the idea.

“So you’re delusional?” Dawson deadpanned.

Your jaw dropped, “Well, damn. Way to call a girl out.”

He rolled his eyes, “I’m kidding..for the most part,” You gave him a pointed look, “Just come on, I’ll introduce you as my friend. I’ll even start the conversation. It’ll be fine, y/n/n.”

“Not happening. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to find the bathroom.”

“Sure, sure, escape just when I give you the opportunity of a lifetime.”

You opted to ignore Dawson as you walked away, heading to the set of stairs that led to the second story. Having overheard someone ask earlier, you knew the bathroom was somewhere upstairs. Turning knobs, you eventually found the bathroom, walking in to do your business.

Once you had finished, you opened the door to leave, not really paying attention to your surroundings. You stumbled back as you ran straight into a hard chest.

“Shit!” Your hand flew to cover the slight red spot on your forehead, “I’m so so sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going!” You apologized profusely, still not looking to see who you ran into.

“Don’t worry about it, pretty girl. It was my fault.” The sound of a thick accent made your skin heat up. You looked up slightly, meeting Nico’s eyes. You swallowed thickly.

“I don’t think we’ve met, properly. I’m Nico.” He flashed his dimples.

Oh god.

“I know who you are,” You panicked, “I-I mean, I’m Y/n.”

He laughed, “Well then, I know who you are too.”

“You do?” You peered up at him through your lashes, leaning your back against the door frame.

Nico nodded, eyes slightly hooded. “Yeah, I saw you with Luke at the bar last week. You were wearing that black dress.”

Your breath picked up at his statement. “You remember what I was wearing?” You silently cursed yourself for not being able to muster up any other words.

Nico’s arm rose to rest above your head as he leaned closer down to you, “How could I not remember? It’s kind of hard to forget someone like you.”

Before you could reply, you heard footsteps rushing up the stairs.

“Hey, cap! You up here?”

With your nerves getting the best of you, you took the chance to slip out of his bubble, quickly making your way back downstairs.

Holy shit.

❥.

Your encounters with Nico became more frequent, as you often were with the boys. The little flirty remarks only worsened, except now Nico took a liking to placing lingering touches on your body.

Grabbing your hips to move you over, or slightly pulling your hand to lead you through public places. It felt as if he would find any excuse to touch you. Not that you were complaining, but it left your mind hazy. You would like to think he was into you the way you were him, but you couldn’t be sure.

You knew hockey players had “conquests,” and you weren’t really in the market to be one. So, you kept your feelings to yourself, not ready to face the harsh reality of Nico not being serious about pursuing you, at least romantically speaking. Which led you to now, meeting at the Hughes’ apartment for the weekly movie night.

The whole ordeal started after a night out in which mostly everyone got too hammered to get home safely. Tonight’s movie agenda was the entire “Hunger Games” series since Luke has been wanting to go see the newest that just hit theaters.

After Jack let you in the apartment, you made a b-line to the side room off the hallway that held all the blankets. You made sure to get the same one every movie night, refusing to share with anyone else. Curling up in your usual corner, a knock at the door stilled the apartment.

“Who’s that?” Dawson asked Luke, who was making popcorn in the kitchen.

“It’s probably Nico. He wanted to start joining us for movie night.”

You felt your body perk up at the new information, you’d be seeing Nico weekly. Another knock followed after a minute.

“Could one of you please get that? I’m busy perfecting this popcorn.”

“It’s literally just popcorn, Luke.” Dawson remarked.

“No, there is the perfect butter-to-popcorn ratio that I have figured out. Now, please, let the captain inside.”

Dawson, who just sat down, turned to you, “Can you let Cap in, y/n/n?” He smirked, “I’m still trying to get comfortable.”

You narrowed your eyes in his direction, clearly picking up on what he was trying to do.

“Guys?” Luke called, “It’s gonna get awkward if you don’t let him in.”

Huffing, you rose from your spot, “I’m going, I’m going. Don’t get your panties in a twist, Luke.”

You gripped the cold metal doorknob, taking a deep breath before opening it.

Whoa.

You felt yourself shamelessly check out Nico’s attire, his muscular form clad in grey sweats and a simple black t-shirt. An action that did not go unnoticed by Nico.

He smirked, gently brushing past you, “Who’s panties are in a twist?”

Goosebumps rose upon your heated skin.

A man that hot should never be allowed to say panties so casually.

By the time you got back to your spot, a certain Swiss male had decided to occupy the once-perfect corner seat. Your shoulders slumped slightly, you felt a whine build up in your throat.

“Nico, you know I always sit there.” You pouted at him, sending a glare his way.

He chuckled, “Don’t worry, we can share. My lap still has plenty of room.”

You could have sworn you stopped breathing. The way his brown eyes shined into yours made you almost hopeful that his smooth words were more than just a ploy, but doubt still rang clear in your ears. Before you could respond, Jack and Luke entered the living room, both with bowls full of popcorn.

“Hey Y/n, would you mind going to grab some more blankets for everyone? We have our hands full with this popcorn.” Jack asked you, sending you a grateful smile.

You eagerly accepted the offer to escape. Opening the closet door, you quickly shut it halfway, taking a moment to compose yourself.

In and out, Y/n. In and out.

Once your breathing was semi-normal, you turned around grabbing an armful of random blankets. As you turned once more, this time to leave, you ran into a hard chest.

“You know, we really need to stop meeting like this, pretty girl.” Nico’s voice echoed in your ears as he quietly shut the door behind him. You scoffed, placing the blankets on the shelf beside you. Crossing your arms, you looked into Nico’s eyes.

“And you really need to stop calling me that.” You slightly cringed at how harsh your words sounded through the small space. Nico’s face fell slightly.

“Why’s that? Hm?” He quirked his head to the side, slowly backing you up until you hit the wall. You did your best to control the raging fire in your chest or the way your skin crawled at his proximity.

“Because you don’t mean it, at least not seriously mean it.”

Nico placed his hands softly on your hips, gripping them into his own. “I mean what I say. I haven’t been playing with you, ya know.” His face now had a pink twinge as he looked down, “I’ve been trying to get you alone for weeks, but every time I say something you run away.”

You looked away from him guiltily. He wasn’t making it up, you did try and find any possible reason to avoid him when he started getting flirty. Only because you knew he wasn't truly into you, or at least thought he wasn’t.

Nico’s hand reached up to turn your head back towards him, your lips only inches apart. You could feel his shallow breaths fanning on your aching lips. It was tempting, being so close to him. He was a drug and you were trying so hard not to get addicted.

“I only ran because,” You swallowed, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Because why, schatzi?”

A whimper almost escaped your throat at his choice of name.

“Because I didn’t want to give in.” Your words hung around the both of you. You didn’t know where to look, nervous for Nico’s response.

“I do,” You darted your eyes into Nico’s at his low voice, “I want you to give in.”

“Nico-”

“No,” He cut you off, lips now brushing against yours, “Don’t pretend you can’t feel it.”

I just want to give in.

Your hand reached up to Nico’s jaw, finally pulling him down to crash your lips together. The kiss was desperate, both of you hot and needy for each other. Nico groaned into the kiss, pulling your hips deeper into him. His tongue danced across your bottom lip, begging for entrance. Letting him in, you whined at the taste.

You finally pulled away, breathless.

“Wow.” That’s all you could muster. You could feel Nico’s racing heartbeat under your fingertips where your hand rested on his chest.

He rested his forehead against yours, nodding slightly.

“Yeah, wow.”

You nudged his head up, his doe-eyes peering into yours. You opened your mouth to say something but were quickly cut off, once again.

“Before you say anything, just know that I’m serious about you. I think I have been since I saw you at that bar.”

You bit the inside of your lip, “Promise?”

Nico placed a sweet kiss on your nose, “Promise.”

The moment was temporary, being ruined by a loud voice, “Cap and Mrs. Cap! Get your asses out here and quit fucking each other. I am NOT in the mood to be an uncle.”

“Screw you, Dawson!”

#nico hischier #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier blurb #nico hischier imagine #nh13 #jack hughes #luke hughes #dawson mercer #njd #new jersey devils #leawrites💋

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Sauna | nico hischier

summary: a little dose of a cabin vacation with nico and his girl

warnings: smut (18+), breast-worship, boobjob, nico being obsessed with reader's tits, swearing

wc: 2.4k+ (holy balls)

a/n: ngl i felt naughty writing this. this might, arguably, be my fav smut ive written thus far.

Sunlight beamed through the flowing curtains in your and Nico’s room. You stirred slightly, the light waking you from your deep slumber. Taking a moment to fully comprehend your surroundings, you roll over, expecting Nico to be lying in his usual spot beside you. Upon feeling the cold, empty sheets, you peek one eyelid open. His phone was missing from the nightstand, along with his running shoes that typically find home by the closet door. You dig your head deeper into the soft pillow, more at ease now that you know Nico must have gone for an afternoon run.

His scent still lingered on his pillow, bringing comfort to your senses. Your breath slowly evens back out, slipping back into your sleepy state. It wasn’t long before you were awoken once more, this time to the sound of the front door closing. Still too tired to react, you remained cuddled into Nico’s pillow. Nico, on the other hand, was less stoic. His chest heaved as he tried to regain his breath from the run. Sweat glistened on his toned skin, as he pulled the bottom of his shirt up slightly to wipe his face.

The water bottle on the counter served as a solace to his worn body. After chugging down the cold liquid, he placed the bottle in the sink, remembering to rinse it out. He began to walk back to your bedroom, tugging off the sticky shirt that clung uncomfortably to his body. He threw the shirt into the laundry hamper, thankful that your rented cabin came with a washer and dryer. A soft smile made its way onto Nico’s face as he saw you clutching onto his pillow. He quietly walked over to you, unaware that you were awake. You felt the bed dip beside your head, as he bent down to place a sweet kiss on your forehead.

“I love you, schatzi.”

You waited until he moved from the bed to peel your eyes open. With the sun almost completely set, the light didn’t give your eyes a hard time adjusting to the room this time around. Nico’s firm back muscles contracted as you watched him get ready to take a shower. You admired the way his body moved, the ripples in his semi-sweaty skin. It made your thighs clench together as a familiar heat crept its way over your body.

“I can feel you watching me.” Nico echoed over his shoulder. You sat up in surprise, furrowing your brows in confusion.

“Wha- How? I was pretending to be asleep.”

Nico chuckled before turning to walk back over to where you had your legs draped over the side of the bed.

“You’re not as sly as you think you are, schatzi. You were literally smiling when I came over to kiss you.” He placed his warm, calloused hands on your soft thighs, gently caressing the skin underneath. Nico tilted his head as he looked down at you, “Did you have a good nap? You slept for a while.”

You leaned your head into his bare chest, nodding at his question.

“Mhm. Although it would have been better if my boyfriend was beside me when I woke up.”

Nico moved his hands to cradle your face, “I told you before we even layed down that I was going for a run.” He kissed your nose, causing you to scrunch it slightly, “It’s not my fault you decided not to listen.”

You rolled your eyes in return, shoving his body away playfully. “Well, sorry for loving you and wanting to be around you.”

His head leaned back with laughter. He grabbed your arms, circling them around his waist as he walked in between your thighs. “I know, it’s a hard life you live, baby.” He mocked with fake sympathy.

A deep sigh left your lips at his teasing, “Whatever, Hischier.”

He pouted at your scowl, “Aww, don’t do that face. You know I hate it when you do that face.” His hands began to lightly jab into your sides, tickling you in the process. You tried your best to act mad, but the bubbling laughter escaped anyway.

"S-stop!” You tried your best to refute his attempts but to no avail. “Oh no. Not until you say sorry for calling me Hischier. That is not my name to you, liebling.”

You shook your head violently, refusing to give in to him. “Over my dead body, Hischier.” Nico abruptly halted his attack on your body, opting to grab your wrists and pin them above your head. With you now under him, he leaned over your soft figure. His face was so close to yours that you feel each small breath leave his lips.

“Are you sure you want to go down this road, baby? I wouldn’t advise it.” His loose threat fell on deaf ears as all you could focus on was the way his body pressed deliciously into your own. Nico wasn’t oblivious to the way you reacted to him, he easily picked up on the way your breath hitched and your thighs clenched around his waist.

Still choosing to challenge him, you shoved your chest further into his, “Try me.”

The Swiss boy’s resolve snapped as he crashed his lips feverishly into your own. Your arms remained pinned above your head as your nails dug into Nico’s hands. The kiss was hot and desperate, filled with equal need between the two of you.

Nico began to trail his lips down your jaw, no doubt leaving red marks to find later. He traced his tongue down the column of your throat, stopping just as he got to the base, focusing on the spot just above where your “13” necklace lay.

Fuck, did he love that dainty chain. It was a way to show everyone that you were his. Only his.

Lifting his head, he brought his bruised lips back to your swollen ones, placing a much softer kiss on them. He chuckled as you attempted to chase his lips when he pulled away.

Your chest heaved as Nico brought your wrists back down, rubbing soothing circles into them, finishing with placing a kiss to each. “Neeks,” You croaked, “Why’d you stop?”

Nico flashed his dimples sweetly at you, “Because I think it’s time to get in the hot tub.” With that, his warm body left yours, quickly making work to change and walk out to the balcony of your room. You remained on the bed, regaining your composure before also changing and joining Nico in the hot tub.

Nico watched as you walked out of the door, drinking in your bathing suit and thrown up hair. As you turned back from sliding the door closed, you noticed Nico’s dark eyes bore over your body. You couldn’t help but get shy. You quickened your pace to the tub, carefully climbing in with the hockey player’s assistance. You sat across from him, draping your legs into his lap as you sunk lower into the hot water.

Nico’s hands came to rub tight patterns into your feet, “Feel good, schatzi?”

You nodded eagerly, closing your eyes to relish in the bliss.

You and Nico partook in light conversation, before ultimately deciding to move to the sauna next to the hot tub. Now, the sauna wasn’t very big, with just enough space to fit 2-3 people max. Once Nico had helped you out and down the tub’s stairs, he led you into the already-preheated wooden structure.

“Planning to get me in here, Hisch? Wanna get me all sweaty, huh?” You sent him a coy smile. He rolled his eyes with a slight grin.

“Again with that name. You know, baby,” He backed you slowly until your legs hit the warm wood bench behind you, “I can think of other ways to help us work up a sweat other than this sauna.” His eyes swept down your figure once more, licking his lips. His gaze was almost primal.

He gripped your hips, switching positions with you, enticing a gasp from you. You grabbed onto his biceps for support, looking into his deep brown eyes. “You gonna show me, or what?”

A wicked smile formed on Nico’s face. He sat down, pulling your weight to straddle his lap. Your skin already easily sticking to his as the heat began to affect you both. You brought your hands to tug into his shaggy hair.

Nico’s lips began to attack your neck, making sure to pay extra attention to the spots he left earlier. His hands traveled up the expanse of your back, moving to untie your top. Thankful to be rid of the uncomfortable material, you threw it to the side as your breasts were displayed in full view.

“Oh, fuck.” Nico mumbled. The feeling of his hardening cock pressed into your clothed core. He brought one hand to your left breast, tweaking your nipple into a peak. Lowering his head, he took the bud in his mouth, swirling his tongue in skilled circles. His other hand came to cup your other tit firmly.

“Neeks,” You whined loudly. Your eyes screwed shut as pleasure shot through your body. Unable to hold back, you began rocking your hips into Nico’s, causing a low groan to escape his occupied mouth. The vibrations on your nipple created jolts of fire straight to your aching cunt.

He switched his attention to your other painfully peaked nipple, taking it gratefully in his mouth. “Such pretty tits, schatzi,” He muttered into your boob, “All f’me.”

A pathetic moan echoed from your lips as you threw your head back. The feeling of Nico’s throbbing cock made you drool. Nico lifted from your breasts, moving back to your lips. It was messy, filled with need and clashing teeth. He swallowed the whimper that left your lips as your sensitive nipples brushed against his chest.

You began to squirm, wanting something more, wanting to help the tightness in Nico’s shorts. “Neeks,” You mumbled into his lips, “Wanna make you feel good.”

He pulled away, breathless from your make-out. His spit-covered lips were red and swollen as his chest rapidly rose and fell.

“Yeah?” Nico cocked his head to the side, “Ya wanna make me cum, beautiful?”

You let out a desperate noise, nodding embarrassingly fast, but you didn’t care. Not in that moment, not when Nico looks so fucking good covered in sweat and your spit coating his lips.

“Alright, schatzi, get on your knees f’me.” You obliged immediately, placing your hands on his knees. You peered up at him through your lashes, ready to please him in any way he wanted.

Nico struggled to create a coherent thought at the sight of you on your knees with your tits rubbing against his legs. He swallowed harshly, trying not to bust in his shorts before you’ve even touched him.

“I want you to squeeze those gorgeous tits together, kay?”

You didn’t reply, only removing your hands from his knees to push your plushy breasts tightly together. Nico almost whined at the amount of cleavage you had, wanting nothing more than to bury his twitching cock between them.

“Holy, fuck me.” He cursed, “So pretty, baby. I need you to scoot a bit closer to me, right in my legs.” Nico patted his lap as he spread his legs to accommodate your body. He pulled his shorts down until his cock popped up tall and proud against his bare abdomen. It was visibly red and leaking precum as Nico spit in his hand a slowly pumped himself.

He shuddered in his grasp, aching to be in your breasts. At this point, you had caught on to what Nico wanted as his hungry gaze never left your cleavage. You thanked the gods silently that you were in a steaming sauna, your sweat mixed with Nico’s precum and spit serving as a lubricant.

As soon as you lowered your tits onto his cock, Nico was gone. His head hit the back of the wooden wall, eyes clenched shut. You began to move up and down, letting a trail of spit leave your mouth and drop onto his swollen tip. With the extra slick, you squeezed harder, quicking your pace.

A loud moan left Nico’s lips as his hips began to buck up into you. “Shit, baby. So good, f’me.” He let out another guttural moan, “That’s it, just like that. Always know how to make me feel good.”

Encouraged by the praise, you tilted your head down, letting his tip dip into your mouth with every upward thrust. With the added suction, Nico knew he wasn’t gonna last long. His hips lifted off of the bench as he desperately fucked your tits.

“Fuck, don’t stop, schatzi,” He panted, “I’m so close. Gonna let me cum all over those pretty tits like the good girl you are, right?”

You bit your lip at the sight of his fucked out face on the edge of his climax. “Mhm, cum for me, Neeks. I want you to cum for me.” You rasped. The burning sensation in your arms increased, but the look on Nico’s face was worth it. His muscles contracted as his body began to converse. Thick ropes of cum shot from his cock, coating your breasts and lower face. His head was thrown back, his adam’s apple bobbing violently as he came.

His hands gripped the bench, veins popping deliciously, making you want to trace them with your tongue. You continued to slowly pump his shaft until every drop of cum was milked from the tip. Nico hissed as overstimulation began to set in. You gently released your breasts, his softening cock falling out.

Nico sat for a moment with his eyes closed, catching his breath.

“You’re so amazing to me. You have no idea” He finally broke the silence. You chuckled slightly, not moving much due to the cum still dripping from your face and breasts. Nico readjusted his shorts, pulling them back on. “I’m gonna go grab a towel to clean you up, baby. Stay here.”

You shook your head, “Right, like I’m gonna go anywhere with your cum covering my body.” You remarked.

Once Nico came back with a warm, damp towel, he gently wiped down your body. The brunette placed a sweet kiss on your lips, showing his love for you. He picked up your bathing suit top, handing it to you. As you began to put the ties back around your back, his hand came up to stop you.

“I wouldn’t bother, schatzi. We aren’t done yet.” He nipped at your neck once more, “It’s your turn now.”

#nico hischier x reader #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier #nico hischier smut #nico hischier blurb #njd x reader #njd #new jersey devils #leawrites💋

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luke “the fuck are we doin?” hughes

post-game 12/05/2023

njd@van

#luke hughes #jack hughes #quinn hughes #new jersey devils #njd #lowkey proud of these pics #he makes me want to pull my hair out #or put it up #he can decide #if you can’t tell i’m obsessed with his side profile #leawrites💋

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out of line | nico hischier

summary: when his girl finds the ring, it doesn’t end like he had hoped.

warnings: mostly angst, swearing, this does have a happy ending (im sorry i couldnt leave my babies in dispair)

wc: 1.9k+

a/n: i’m sorry in advance, i feel like i don’t write angst that well…but i hope you enjoy regardless

the captain’s girl masterlist

Heaviness lay in thick blankets around the room, almost like the inches of sand that covered the expanse of beach outside. Your throat felt tight at the intense gaze Nico was blazing at you. It wasn’t often the two of you fought, but it sure hurt like hell when you did.

Shuddered breaths heaved in your chest, hands pricking at your nails. It all felt like a nightmare. Except, you weren’t waking up.

Tension had been rising for days, emotions only growing as you and Nico danced around each other. You had refused to acknowledge the elephant in the room, or rather, the ring.

You loved Nico, with everything in your being, but you weren’t ready for marriage. Not yet anyway. Nico had always seemed so understanding about you choosing to wait a few more years before doing anything rash. Yet now, you weren’t so sure.

With Nico inviting you to come along for the trip during bye-week, you couldn’t have been more ecstatic. The thought of being able to spend an entire week with your boyfriend was like a breath of much needed fresh air. And it was, for the first few days.

At least until Wednesday.

❥.

Nico had gone out with some of the guys, promising to be back by 4 at the latest. Not that you minded much, getting the very nice and very expensive villa to yourself for a while was enticing.

After an hour or so in the sun, you decided to take a little break and use the giant bathtub that had been screaming your name since you had arrived. Grabbing your bag and some clothes, you made your way to the en-suite, making sure to leave the door slightly cracked, just in case Nico got home.

You turned on the faucet, making sure the water temperature was just right, before stripping yourself and sinking into the welcoming space. Closing your eyes, you sunk your body lower into the water, until it brushed against your chin with any movement. The motion of the slight waves was like a massage to your sore, sun-burnt skin.

You remained in the tub until the water ran cold and your skin began to get pruny. You pulled the drain, before carefully getting out and wrapping yourself in the closest towel. Walking over to the counter, you rummaged through your bag, trying to find your face wash, yet coming up empty handed.

You rolled your eyes, realizing you must have left it somewhere. Although, it was just a minor inconvenience, since you and Nico both used the same brand, so you weren’t worrying too much.

Squatting down to open the cabinet under the sink, you pulled out Nico’s black bag, quickly opening it to find the familiar bottle. You began to pull stuff out, before a little velvet box fell onto the tile beneath you.

Your breath caught in your throat, hoping it isn’t what you think it is. Nico knew you wanted to marry him, but not now, not during the peak of his career and your schooling. It just wasn’t what you saw for yourself. Shakily reaching down to grab the box, you stood up, scared to open it.

You almost opted to put it back, knowing that if it was an engagement ring, your relationship would never go back to the way it was. This would bring up a new wave of emotions and obstacles. It would open up a door you didn’t know if you could close.

Bracing yourself against the counter, you slowly opened the box. Gleaming back at you, in all its glory, was the most beautiful ring you could have imagined. It was the perfect ring. But this only made it hurt worse. Just picturing Nico picking out a the cut of diamond you had always wanted, or the band color, had your heart clenching with sadness.

You knew you were gonna have to talk to him about it, before he did something that neither of you would be able to walk away from unscathed.

It was the only option to save your relationship. To save Nico.

Sighing, you swiftly get dressed, placing the box back on the counter, hoping that Nico would realize you had found it. Now this may seem cowardly, but it was truly what you thought would be best. At least then, the blow would be softer than a straight out rejection.

You figured that if you prompted him to bring up the ring, the conversation would be easier. Only, he never brought it up. You could tell he knew, by the way he was so cautious with anything he did around you past 48 hours. This only caused your heartache to worsen.

Eventually, the tension came to a boiling point. Having just got home from a private dinner, you can’t help but feel as though Nico had originally planned for more to come from that picture perfect beachfront sunset. Deep down, you didn’t need to guess, you knew.

This was the night Nico was supposed to propose.

You felt conflicted as you entered the living room in silence. On one hand, you felt relieved he didn’t get down on one knee, yet on the other, you felt guilty for hoping the man you loved wouldn’t confess his undying loyalty to you. Your chest tightened with emotion.

“Can we not do this anymore?”

Nico’s voice rang out, interrupting your battling thoughts. Your brows furrowed in confusion.

“Not do what, Neeks?”

“Not sit here and pretend you didn’t find the ring, or that I wasn’t gonna propose to you.”

There it was. The bomb finally dropped. With those few words, the harsh truth of the situation became real. All of it did. No matter how hard you tried to remain in denial, or refuse to acknowledge it, reality always finds a way to bite back.

You bit your lip, contemplating on how to begin voicing your side, “Nico, what you need to understand is-”

He cut you off, “I do understand, Y/n. But you told me about your whole “plan” 2 years ago when we first got together.” His chest heaved with despair, “I thought you’d change your mind by now.”

“My plan? My plan was never going to change. You can’t be upset with me, when you were the one who assumed I’d say yes.”

Nico felt his heart shatter at your words, anger quickly began to boil through his veins, “Of course I’d assume you’d say yes,” He ran a frustrated hand through his hair, “I mean, fuck, we live together. We do everything with each other. I’m sorry for wanting to take that step with you, truly I am.”

His sarcasm didn't get lost on you. Scoffing, you turned away from him.

“Nico, you’re not listening to me-“

“What’s there to hear?” He cut you off once more, arms flaring into the air, “That you don’t want to marry me? God forbid someone actually wants to love you.”

You spin back around, tears springing to your eyes, “You are so out of line right now, Nico.”

Yet, your shaky tone did nothing to calm him.

“How am I out of line? For loving you?”

Disbelief was written all over your face. You couldn’t even begin to comprehend the intensity of it all. Nico’s harsh comments pelted through any sort of resolve you had left. Never once did you think Nico would say something like that. Especially knowing your past. It stung worse than any pain you could imagine.

“T-That’s not fair,” You quivered, “And you know it.”

Nico’s tense form deflated at your meek voice. The anger that once flowed through him like hot lava, has now receded, leaving nothing but spiky coldness and depression. He felt lost, plagued by the possibility of not spending the rest of his life with you.

He gingerly walked across the room, now standing directly parallel to you, “Why?” His voice was distant and cracking under the weight of his emotions, “Why won’t you marry me, schatzi?”

The use of the familiar nickname was enough to break you. Sobs wracked through your body, knees becoming shaky. Nico immediately engulfed you in his arms, cradling you against his chest like it was the last time he’d ever feel you. You felt Nico’s own tears fall freely, the hurt grasping you both. Heavy cries left Nico’s chest, only furthering your guilt.

“I’m so sorry, Nico!” You blubbered hopelessly, “I love you so m-much, I just,” Your sentence was cut short by the rapid hiccups in your breath.

Nico’s hands moved to gently hold your face, pulling it to meet his bloodshot eyes. His cheeks were red and puffy, wet tracks trailing down to his chin, but you knew you didn't look much better. He tried his best to calm your breathing, even through his own unsteady gasps. After a few minutes, you found yourself composed enough to continue.

“I don’t know,” You admitted weakly, “I don’t know why I don’t want to marry you, Neeks. I’m just not ready, yet.”

Nico took a second to mull over your words. He dropped his hands from your face, leaving you distraught at the possibility of him being even more upset. He quickly turned, retreating to your shared bedroom. You felt your throat squeeze, a new wave of anxiety washing over you.

Finding the courage to follow him, you found him sitting on the edge of the bed with his face in his hands. His shoulders shook with the force of his sobs.

You made your way over to him, perching on your knees in front of his legs. He lifted his head, pain written all over his handsome features. Your body physically ached at the amount of hurt swimming in his doe eyes. You cursed yourself for being the cause of it. Nico reached out to slowly like he’d spook you if he moved too quickly. He pulled you to stadle his waist, big eyes drilling into yours.

He dropped his head in shame, “I’m sorry, schatzi.”

You swallowed thickly, having not expected an apology.

“I should have talked to you about it first. I-I just got excited when we finally started talking about the future, I thought you had changed your mind.”

You relaxed slightly, realizing he wasn’t gonna end things, “Don’t be sorry,” You rasped, voice hoarse from crying, “I should have made it clearer.”

Lifting his face, you forced him to look at you, “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to get married eventually, Neeks. I promise, I do. Just-,” You looked at his hopeful gaze, “Just not right now.”

He nodded slightly, understanding your words.

Your eye flickered from his eyes to his lips, before carefully placing a delicate kiss. Nico responded almost immediately, hands pulling you deeper. The kiss was slow and passionate. The days of bottled-up emotions pouring into each other's mouths. You slipped your hands into the back of his hair, making sure he wasn’t going anywhere.

You eventually pulled away for air, chests panting. You sat for a moment, just taking in the other’s body. Nico was the first to break the silence.

“Can you promise me something, schatzi?” Nico begged.

You nodded quickly, “Anything.”

“Promise you’ll marry me someday.” He swallowed, face falling into a serious expression.

You smiled slightly at his lingering worry. You kissed him once more as reassurance, before pulling away just enough to speak.

“I promise I’ll marry you someday, Neeks.”

#the captain’s girl au!#nico hischier #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier angst #njd #new jersey devils #leawrites💋

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pretty girl | nico hischier

summary: a blurb of drunk nico and his girl being obsessed with each other

warnings: smut, pretty much zero plot, just pure word porn, oral (f. receiving), alludes to a blowjob, swearing

a/n: dedicated to my sweet baby gorgeous 🫶

part two | the captain’s girl masterlist

All that filled the apartment was drunk giggles, as Nico pushed you against the wall. His lips dragged sloppily down your throat, taking time to suck red marks into the supple skin. Your hips bucked eagerly forward into his growing erection. A strained groan left his mouth, getting absorbed by the skin of your collarbone.

Your head fell back against the wall, a soft moan escaping into the kitchen. You didn’t make it very far into your apartment before Nico had his hands all over your body. The uber you opted to take was anguish as the fire that burned between your thighs only seemed to build with the amount of alcohol the both of you consumed.

“Oh, Neeks,” You whimpered as he pulled down the low-cut neckline of your top. His lips eagerly nipped at the beginnings of your exposed breasts.

“Such a pretty girl,” He slurred, “My pretty girl, schatzi.”

His assault didn’t hinder, this time quickly pulling your bottoms, along with the soaked material of your panties, down in one movement. Nico fell to his knees, hands coming up to place one of your thighs over his shoulder.

“Gonna eat this pretty pussy, baby,” Desperation laced his thick accented voice. The liquor causing his native tone to come forth. He licked an experimental stripe up your core. He smirked at the loud moan that ripped through the air. His tongue dove deep into your cunt, sucking deliciously against your velvet walls.

Your hand gripped into his hair tightly, hips grinding up to meet every thrust of his tongue. Nico lapped without abandon, suckling your clit in short, quick bursts. Your pussy clenched rapidly around his pumping muscle, a burning pleasure spreading through your entire body.

“Fuck, yes,” You panted, “Just like that Neeks, feels so good.” You shook your head frantically, unable to contain the jolts of pleasure his mouth sent up your dripping cunt.

The familiar knot began to build in your tummy, the waiting and teasing from the bar catching up to you quickly. Nico’s hands moved to grip your ass, pulling your hips further into his face. Your head jerked forward, a scream leaving your mouth as Nico’s tongue went impossibly deeper.

Your hips rapidly thrashed against his mouth, desperate to reach your climax.

“Don’t stop, fuck, please don’t stop,” You babbled begs to Nico as he sped up the pace of his sucks. He could tell you were close by the high pitched whines that began to leave your opened lips.

“Yeah? Gonna cum f’me, pretty girl?” His words vibrated against your clit, sending you tumbling over the edge.

With your eyes screwed shut, your jaw fell slack, white hot pleasure blinding your senses. Waves of bliss pulsed through your body, your pelvis twitching against Nico as his nose hit against over-sensitive clit. He helped you ride out the expanse of your orgasm, only pulling away when it became too much.

Nico stood up, your arousal coating the entirety of his lower face. You gripped the collar of his shirt, pulling his lips to yours. You moaned against him at the taste of yourself on his tongue.

Your hands fell to the hem of his shirt, trailing up the rigid muscles of his abdomen. Your nails scraped along his v-line as he instinctively flexed at the feeling. Tracing down, your hand cupped the impressive bulge through his black sweats.

“Oh fuck me, pretty girl,” His forehead fell against your shoulder as you began to palm him.

You pulled away, kicking the rest of your clothes off as you stepped towards the bedroom.

“C’mon, big boy.” You eyed him up and down, hungrily, “My mouth won’t wait forever.”

#the captain’s girl au!#nico hischier #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier blurb #nico hischier smut #leawrites💋

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