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darkeralmond · 11 months

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due to popular demand!! part 2 baby!!

Hockey Captain

Nolan Moyle x fem! Reader

synopsis: you go to return nolan’s jersey and continue your hook up session from earlier

warnings: 18+, smut, p in v, smoking

word count: 1.6k

a/n: HERE IS THE HIGHLY REQUEST PART 2!! this little trope with nolan and manager y/n is adorable, i’m in love!! also stereotypical hockey boys >>>

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i. ii.

What started with an innocent smoke break turned into a full blown orgasm in the bathroom where Seamus almost caught you two.

Of course Nolan forgot his jersey there, whether he was too pussy whipped to remember it or if he did it intentionally to bring you over to his house.

You knocked on his frat house’s front door. You bit your bottom lip as you waited for him or for anyone to answer the door.

You heard the latch unlock and there stood Nolan, looking down at you with a wide grin on his face. He wore a navy UMich hoodie and those infamous gray sweatpants. “Hey, missy. Long time no see.”

A giggle escaped out of you as you rolled your eyes. “Here’s your jersey,” you said as you shoved it into his chest.

He glanced down at the jersey you passed along to him and took it from your hands. “You have my other request?” At first you were clueless to this request, but it instantly came to you what he was talking about.

You dug into your hoodie pocket and pulled out the strawberry kiwi vape. “And the other thing?”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What other thing?”

He smirked as he ran his fingers through his brunette hair. “A pair of crutches or at least a wheelchair.” He saw the expression on your face causing him to pout playfully. “Oh, honey… Did I not warn you?”

Your facial expression turned puzzled, what the fuck was he talking about? He tucked that pout away as his mouth contorted to an attractive smirk. “You’re not gonna be able to walk when I’m done with you.”

Your eyes widened at the sudden statement, your heart rapidly beating while your face turned a bright shade of red. He then moved out of the way and invited you in. You looked around the frat house, it seemed tidy and organized. “Are your other roommates here?”

He laughed, “Nah. They went out to a party, told them I had to study. That gave me an excuse to get athletic without anyone interrupting like Seamus.”

You giggled, rolling your eyes. “Well, are you gonna show me to your room at least?”

His eyebrows raised as an intrigued flame flared in his eyes. “Woah, someone’s impatient.”

“I can’t get you out of my head,” you admitted. “You really know how to pleasure a girl.”

He then made his way over to the stairs before looking back at you. “Honey, I’m gonna do more than eat you out tonight.”” He then jerked his head in the direction of the stairs. “Right this way, miss.”

Lust intoxicated your already spinning mind at the thought of him actually fucking you. You could get in trouble for this. You could get your media manager position revoked. You prayed that you didn’t become some sort of locker room talk.

He opened his bedroom door and there in front of you was a clean room with a candle flame illuminating the room. It smelt divine as the feeling lust grew overbearing. You needed him.

He shut the door then turned to you. “Can I get a hit before we fuck?” he asked, holding out his hand.

“Yeah,” you replied as you placed the pen in his hand. He kept the pen between his lips as he exhaled, leading you to pull the pen out of his mouth before placing it on his night stand. “Now, are you ready?”

He smirked before answering, “Yes, ma’am.”

You pulled off your hoodie, revealing a new lace bra you weren’t wearing earlier that day. He looked down at your breasts, his jaw slightly hung. “Damn! You’re so fucking hot,” he said in response. His toxic hockey accent drove you up with walls with arousal.

You couldn’t deal with his teasing comments any longer. “Just fucking kiss me,” you breathed out as you placed your hands on his face. You broke the space between you and Nolan, your lips meshing together.

His lips were smooth and tasted like cherry chapstick. His tongue pressed against your lips, hoping to enter your mouth. You allowed him to do this, his tongue danced with yours.

His hands grabbed your ass through your shorts, kneading them with his palms. You moaned into his mouth as a reaction. You pulled away for air, your breaths rapid.

“You ready?” he asked.

“Yes.” You desperately nodded. He grinned before kissing you again. The kiss was hungry and driven by desire. He pulled away before gently pushing you on the bed, causing you to fall back onto the mattress.

He ripped his hoodie off before pulling down his sweatpants. You stared at him while he did this, drooling over him at this point. “Get undressed,” he ordered.

You snapped out of whatever spell you were placed under and stripped like he said to. He went over to his night stand while remaining just in his boxers and grabbed a condom from the top drawer.

You tossed off your underwear, revealing yourself to him again. He looked you up and down, taking in every single detail. He pulled down his boxers which revealed his erected member.

“Shit,” you muttered. He looked up at you with a confused expression. “It’s just… big. I don’t know if I can take it all.”

He smirked, “Then I’ll work my way in.” He ripped open the packet with his teeth before sliding the condom on. You then knew that it was time.

With that, he entered you, stretching out your walls with the length of himself. A loud moan left your mouth as his hardness filled you. He continued moving until it felt comfortable, finally settling on a rhythm.

He planked over you, causing you to squirm as his warm breath tickled your sensitive skin. “Fuck, this feels amazing,” he whispered to you.

You hummed in approval. Even though his dick was big, you didn’t feel uncomfortable or feel any pain. “Fuck!” he grunted.

Your eyes squeezed tightly shut when his thrusts became faster. “Don’t stop!” you begged. No words could ever describe the feeling of Nolan being inside of you. You had never had sex this good.

You decided to open your eyes and focus on the man above you. You watched as he concentrated with his rhythm while his chain dangled.

There’s something about the way he moves, the energy he exudes that makes you want to watch him forever.

Your hands came up to rest on his shoulders as he fucked you. With each thrust, you would claw into his soft skin. You wanted more, you craved more. You wanted it harder than he was already giving you.

You let out a loud cry as your back slightly arched. “Harder!” you moaned.

“You sure?” he responded in a groan.

“Yes! God, yes! Just please do it!” you begged. He nodded his head as he rammed into you harder, hitting your G spot everytime. You screamed in ecstasy as your body convulsed beneath him.

That’s when you felt a surge of pleasure shoot throughout your whole system. Your entire body shook as your juices dripped down from your cunt onto the sheets below.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned. The feeling of your tight warm walls around his hardened member drove him crazy with pleasure. As he thrusted in and out, the vibrations caused your core to throb violently.

Suddenly, you felt the familiar sting of tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “Faster!” You panted. “Oh fuck, I need you!”

You heard him chuckle lowly above you. “You’ve really got yourself worked up.” He sped up and suddenly everything began going dark as he filled you with the most intense orgasm you’ve ever felt.

It felt like you lost complete control of your body as everything became blissfully numb. Your muscles relaxed as the last waves of his hard cock slowly drained.

Nolan did his last pump into you as a loud groan came out of him, signaling that he had just cum as well. He pulled out of you and took a couple deep breaths. A pleased smile gracing your features.

He pulled the condom off before tying it up and tossing it in his little trash can. “That’s disgusting,” you joked.

“It’s better than having some babies pumped in ya,” he said, sitting down on the bed next to you.

You laughed before rolling over in the bed and grabbing the vape pen off the nightstand. You brought the pen to your lips and took a puff.

“I just can’t believe the Michigan hockey captain went down and me and railed me all in the same day,” you joked.

He laughed in response before grabbing his boxers and sweats before putting them on, yet he remained shirtless. “Could you get me my hoodie?” you asked. “It’s a little cold.”

He tossed you your hoodie and you threw it on. He then laid down next to you on the bed. “Y/N,” he said, “I wasn’t kidding when I called you an absolute rocket.”

You looked over at him, holding out the pen to him. He smiled softly before taking it and taking a puff. He then passed it back to you before continuing his statement. “I want this to be more than a hooking up thing. I think you’re a smoke show and you’re kind and all that shit. I want to actually give this a chance… With sex on the side.”

Your heart fluttered and you gave him a soft smile. “Are you asking me out, Nolan Moyle?” you asked in a teasing voice, attempting to make him laugh a bit.

He chuckled as he nodded his head. “Yes, I am.” He paused before looking over at you. “So? Do you wanna go out with me sometime?”

You reached over and poked his cheek with your index finger, making him scrunch the bridge of his nose. “Yes, I do.”

#nolan moyle x reader #nolan moyle smut #nolan moyle #nolan moyle x y/n #umich hockey #umich hockey x reader

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hazybisou · 1 year

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COLOR WITH ME

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singlemom!reader x nolan moyle

summary: y/n’s daughter made her to color with her and when nolan comes home, she forces him to do so as well.

a/n: i randomly thought of this today during my ap biology class. it was funnier and cuter in my head.

“mama!”

you were in your room, finishing up some homework when you heard the little footsteps padding towards you. you shut your computer with a smile on your face as you got up from your desk and walked over towards the door. your three-year-old daughter was about to turn into your room when you reached out and grabbed her, pulling her into your arms.

you began to tickle her stomach as she giggled and moved her hands to yours to try and get them to stop. “ma-mama stop it!”

you picked her up and rested her on your hip. “hi, baby! what’s up?” you walked out of the room and made a beeline towards the kitchen table where she was at. it seemed like a bad idea to be in a room where your daughter wasn’t but the kitchen was only two feet away from your shared bedroom with your boyfriend so you were still able to keep an eye on her.

she began to purposely slip from your arms, signaling she wanted down and so you let her down before she ran towards the table where her coloring book and markers were spread out all over the place. “color wif me!” she exclaimed with a giggle behind it.

you couldn’t help but smile as you sat next to her, “what are we coloring today, miss honey?” you had began to call her honey instead of her actual name over the past two years.

“hewo kitty.”

you laughed before grabbing two of the other books on the table. “which one,” you held up the two as you watched as her eyes flickered between the two. she pointed towards the one on the left before she leaned forward to grab a yellow marker.

you put done the other book beside you as opened towards a new, un colored page. you both sat there coloring and giggling. you always adored these little moments between you and your little family.

you got pregnant at 18 and gave birth to your beautiful little girl at the ripe age of 19. you were a single teen mom as your ex/baby daddy had left you two months into your pregnancy. you were alone. until your boyfriend, nolan, had come along. you two met through a friend and instantly hit it off. he didn’t mind the fact that you had a daughter. he treated her like she was his. he loved her and she loved him. the bond between them was special and you knew instantly that he was the one when your daughter hadn’t pried herself away like she normally would with strangers.

when you were introduced to the team, they didn’t judge you for having a kid in college. they knew it bad happened to many other people and they respected you for it. they all loved your baby girl. they’d normally come over and help out whether it be with the fact that you needed a babysitter or help cooking, they were there. you couldn’t be happier than you already were.

you were talking with honey when all of sudden you heard the front door open, “babe?” you heard nolan shout out.

“kitchen!” you shouted back not even looking up from the page. you heard the padding of his feet before someone wrapped their arms around you form behind. you lifted your head and looked up at him. “hi,” you whispered as he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips.

“hey.” he let go of you and you went back to coloring as he pressed a kiss to the crown of honey’s head. “what’re you doing?”

“ask her.” you nodded towards your daughter who was smiling at her coloring skills.

she picked up her book and held it up for nolan to see. “daddy, look!” she waved it in his face and he couldn’t help but smile at her eagerness.

“i see baby! it looks wonderful!” he said and she smiled before turning towards a new page.

she leaned forward and grabbed another coloring book that was on the table. “sit,” she handed the book towards him, “and color.” nolan just looked at you with a raised eyebrow but you could only smile at him.

“yeah nol. sit. and color!”

he rolled his eyes and sat down but he couldn’t help the smile that had appeared on his face. he loves his girls.

the next hour was spent with the three of you talking, laughing, giggling, and coloring. these were the moments you’d cherish with you forever. they were special. they were with your babies who you promised to love forever and ever.

help it is so late rn and i’m up but wtv. i honestly feel like this was the one piece that sucked actual booty. yea. bye. also my works will take a couple of days to write so have patience with me.

#nolan moyle #nolan moyle blurb #nolan moyle x reader #umich hockey #hockey #isa’s works

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bordysbae · 1 year

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could you do an enemies to lovers/exs to lovers with luke hughes or quinn using prompts 23,37,40, and 51?

“way out of my league”

luke hughes x reader

23. why don’t you ever post me?

37. forgive me?

40. he’s my ex we broke up for a reason

51. are you really that oblivious?

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you couldn’t help but feel as if luke was embarrassed by you. he never talked about you very much, and never posted about your guys’ relationship much either. when you confronted him about it, little did you know that would be the last conversation you’d have had with him in the last two months.

“luke, why don’t you ever post me?” you asked gently, afraid of what he might say.

“i do babe, what do you mean?” he questioned, avoiding eye contact as he stared right at his phone.

“luke we both know that’s not true”

“what do you want from me? is there more than like two things on my instagram that aren’t hockey related? i don’t like posting shit like that just chill out!” he exclaimed, now looking at you.

“luke you need to chill out! i was just asking a question, but clearly with the way you’re getting so defensive there’s something else going on! are you embarrassed of me?”

“oh don’t be like that y/n!”

“luke, you didn’t say no,” you say quietly.

“y/n cmon don’t be that way,” luke groans, running both hands across his face. it was a all a blur, but the night ended with you storming out of his dorm with tears streaming down your face. and that was over two months ago.

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“y/n, don’t dress so bummy tonight, let me help you pick an outfit,” your roomate says as she walks over to your closet.

“what’s wrong with my outfit? it’s just a regular party, i think leggings and a crop top are fine!” you protest

“absolutely not! you’ve barley gone out since you and luke broke up, and i know for a fact he’ll be there tonight. don’t you want to show him what he’s missing?”

“he won’t pay any attention to me, he’s my ex we broke up for a reason,” you say, holding up the clothes against your body that your roomate eliana passes to you.

“y/n that’s where you’re wrong! he’s your ex, so of course he’s gonna be looking at you. you haven’t been out in forever, it’s time you show yourself off! here this is perfect, these black jeans with this cute pink tube top!” eliana cheerfully says, shoving the clothes against your chest. you sigh in content, and get changed into your party outfit. you two arrive at the house, and the immediate smell of alcohol and sweat makes you want to puke.

as eliana clings to some of her sorority sisters, you tag along quietly, not wanting to be at the party at all. you get yourself a drink before eliana leaves you to go meet up with a guy she’s been taking to. you look around and the only familiar face you see is nolan moyle, captain of the ice hockey team. he shoot’s you a smile before getting distracted. “i hate parties,” you mumble under your breath before going to sit on the sort of empty stairs. the couple sucking each others faces off don’t even give you a glance as you sit down, making you roll your eyes. you feel invisible here, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. as your attention is focused on your phone, you hear the loud, and drunk, voice of eliana. she’s dancing with a few people having the best time of her life, meanwhile you’re sat on the stairs minding your own business, not even done with your first drink.

you huff out a laugh, and turn back to your phone, before a painfully familiar voice speaks up. “y/n, hi,” he says. a sharp pain runs through your heart as you look up and see the familiar curly haired, well built boy you once used to call your boyfriend. “hi luke,” you say as you swallow the lump in your throat.

“can we uh, go outside?” he asks as he scratches the back of his neck. you nod in response, as he takes the lead towards the front door. he sits on the steps outside, and you take a seat next to him. he fidgets with his fingers before croaking put a few words you never thought you’d hear him say after all this time, “i’m sorry, forgive me?”

“what? forgive you for what?”

“everything y/n. i’m sorry i never posted you, i’m sorry i acted the way i did that night. it’s been driving me crazy that i treated you so poorly. i regret lashing out, i regret not posting you, i regret everything. honestly i haven’t even been able to sleep without you. i just at least need you to know i’m sorry,” he rambles.

“luke, it’s okay. all i want to know is why you never posted me? why you were embarrassed?”

“that’s the thing, i wasn’t embarrassed. i was embarrassed of the reason why i never posted you,” he says, playing with the ends of his flannel sleeve.

“what does that mean?”

“you’re too good for me, i’ve even been told it. i was embarrassed because you’re way out of my league. you’re so pretty, and sweet, and i’m just this dumb hockey player. that’s all i’m good for, meanwhile you’re incredibly smart and i just felt dumb around you. i never posted you because when i post hockey, i get validation. i know it’s super dumb, but i really reget all of it,”

“why do you regret it? i understand that, sort of. you wanted attention and validation, and by posting your achievements you got that. why do you reget it so much, you got what you wanted yeah?” you ask genuinely. that’s one thing you’ve always been good at, understanding other peoples reasonings for things.

“are you really that oblivious?” luke chuckles.

“huh?” you ask, turning your head to face him. he does the same, and smiles at your slight stupidity.

“i regret it, because i miss you,” he says softly, sending shivers down your entire body. immediately like goes to take off his flannel, but stops himself, “sorry, instinct. are you cold? you can have my flannel if you need,” he chuckles shyly.

“i’d love your flannel luke. and i miss you too, y’know,” you say, as he wraps his flannel around your shoulders and a blush appears on both of your guys’ cheeks. “you do?” he questions.

“one hundred percent. there’s not a day where i don’t think about you, if i’m being honest. i still go to hockey games too,” you bashfully admit.

“you’re still my little fan, ey?” luke chuckles, pulling you into his side and wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“yeah yeah okay luke, don’t get ahead of yourself now”

#luke hughes #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes blurb #hockey blurb #hockey imagine #umich hockey #michigan hockey

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cuttergauthier · 1 year

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Concussion

Female MSU reader x Nolan Moyle

Warning: Concussion, fluff Nolan

word count: 0.5k

Note I don't know anything about concussion protocol, i'm sorry if it makes no sense

Nolan Moyle x MSU reader

let me know what you guys think🤍

Today we are playing University of Michigan our rivals, the Umich guys played an early game today, so Nolan was able to come see me play. Nolan is captain for the Umich’s men team.

Thankfully Nolan was still cheering for me, even though our teams are rivals.

Every time we play University of Michigan the games get rougher, there captain always tries to hurt me, some of the hit she does are illegal.

I’m coming around the corner, I passed the puck to my linemate Jenna and started skating her way when I got checked hard in the board. I went headfirst into the board. I started groaning.

A few seconds later the I heard the whistle, I’m still down on the ice, when I turned around, I saw another one of my linemate Kacey fighting Umich’s captain.

The trainer made his way to me along with Jenna.

“Y/n are you okay?” she asks, I only groaned.

My head hurts like hell.

I shook my head a little.

Her and the trainer helped me up, when I tried to skate, I became dizzy.

“Woah” I mumble.

They helped me to the bench and the trainer brought me to the medical room.

“I think you might have a slight concussion.” The trainer said, he helped me lay down on the table.

“Nolan… I want Nolan” I said in pain.

“Okay, we’ll get him.” he said smiling softly. Another one of the trainers brought him in.

“Oh my god, babe are you okay?” he said worried, when he rushed over to me. He grabbed my hand and kiss my forehead.

“She has a concussion, she’s going to be out for the next couple of games” He told Nolan.

Nolan looked at me sadly, he knows I hate not being able to play.

“I’m going to let you go get change and shower. Nolan makes sure she doesn’t use her phone or tv, and watch her tonight, it’s only a slight concussion so she should be okay” The trainer said to Nolan and I.

Nolan nodded, before looking at me.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to leave her alone” he told the trainer.

They left me alone so I could change and shower, there was still 1 period left, when I got out of the shower and got dressed. Once I was ready, I made my way out of the locker room I saw Nolan on his phone waiting for me. I made my way over to him. When he looked up and saw me, he smiled.

“let’s get you home.” He said taking my gym bag from me. He grabbed my hand, and we made our way to my apartment.

Once we got to my apartment, I went to my room to change into sweatpants and a hoodie before making my way to the living room.

I found Nolan laying down on the couch waiting for me.

When he saw he opened his room. I went and laid down on top of him. He wraps his arms around me and kissed my forehead.

“How is your head?” he softly.

“Hurts, but not too bad” I replied, I pecked his chest.

“I made sure to dim the lights, I’m glad you’re okay” he said.

“Me to, thanks for being here with me.”

“Always, now relax, get some sleep, I’ll wake you up in a few hours.”

“I love you” I said.

“I love you more” he said, playing with my hair.

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yankstrash · 1 year

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Hiiii any chance you could try and make an insta edit of female fantilli sister x nolan moyle? please & thank you<3

liked by nolan_moyle, luca.fantilli and others

ynfantilli: appreciation post for my best friend <3

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adamfantilli: BEST FRIEND? that's just cruel, Y/n.

↪️ yourusername: you're still my favorite brother :)

↪️ luca.fantilli: fuck off ????

↪️ yourusername: no ????

nolan_moyle: you da best ever <3

↪️ yourusername: no you <<3

rutgermcgroarty: you guys never let me cuddle with you.

↪️ yourusername: that's all nolan, kiddo. i always say yes :(

jdrusk53: captain is smitten

↪️ yourusername: SO smitten

↪️ nolan_moyle: johnny, if you wanted to skate 50 extra laps after practice you could've just said so.

↪️ jdrusk53: i meant uhhhh, nolan's like ight whatever.

#nolan moyle #nolan moyle imagine #nolan moyle x reader #umich hockey #yankstrash extravaganza

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astars-things · 1 year

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8 and 9 Nolan moyle

Pairing Nolan Moyle x reader

(fluff prompt list)

8“ here, let me hold you. you look cold.”

9"you can sleep, i'll still be here."

"babe" Nolan called out through the senior household "nolan shut up" Grano yelled "I'm trying to find Y/n where is she" he whined more

I was sitting on the couch with the blanket wrapped around me "there you are" he yelled excitedly running over to me

“ here, let me hold you. you look cold.” he held his arms open for me, i laid my body on him as he wrapped his arms around my blanket burrito

"you okay" Nolan whispered "yeah just tired" i said yawning i grabbed his hand and put it in my hair Nolan let out a little laugh at my actions

"you can sleep, i'll still be here." he placed kisses on my head i let out a little hum and soon sleep consumed me

#nolan moyle #umich hockey #nolan moyle x reader #send in requests #thanks anon!

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rsedits9420 · 1 year

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Ok so this is like my first time writing, so don’t mind the grammar lol, but…. I just wanted to try it out because it honestly looks fun. So here’s my first fic ig? 🤷🏼‍♀️

Feelings.

Mark Estapa x reader

Btw y/n/n =your nick name and y/c = your color!

Theme- Mark and y/n have been best friends since they were kids. She moved with him to u-mich. Mark and y/n start to have difficulty finding their feelings for each other. That causes them to drift. Until one of them finally makes a move.

Word count: 2.0k

Y/n

I hate frat partys. It’s all so stupid. Who wants to go hang out with a bunch of drunk people who can’t control themselves? I guess Mark does. He drug me here, so he wouldn’t be “lonely”. This kid. He acts as if he has no game. He could easily get a girl on his hip. That for sure wasn’t the problem. Mark and I have been besties for almost 15 years. We meet in my backyard after he accidentally shot a puck into it. He climbed the fence just to meet with little ol’ me. He asked if I wanted to join him, and me being me I took the invite. Ever since that day on we have been inseparable. I went to every single one of his hockey games. Home or away. He never missed a Sunday night movie with me. We did everything together. He was even my date to all 4 homecomings and 2 proms. Our families have always said we will end up with each other one day. Oh god, I hope so. I’ve always thought mark was cute, but it really got terrible as soon as we got to college. How couldn’t I have known how attractive this guy was? I feel like a fool, because in no way will he ever feel the same. I stare across the room to see mark up against some sorority girl. She practically eating his face. I can’t help to feel a sense of jealousy. Then reality hit. He's a D1 hockey player and future NHL player and I’m just me. A girl is now sitting alone at a party staring at her best friend with another girl.

“Y/n come on I need you for pong!” Eddy yells. Ethan is the only one who knows about my true feelings. After Mark and him became roommates I spent a bunch of time in their dorm. Ethan is one of the most genuine people I have ever met. “I'm on my way Eddy!” I replied. Maybe this will help me take my mind off Mark.

As I walk up to Ethan, I'm met with the sight of Nolan doing a keg stand. These hockey boys have no shame. Moyle’s overall strap is currently falling down, starting to fall onto his face. That’s when he face plants right on the hardwood. I can’t help but laugh. “ Yo Moyle dude you okay?” Dylan ask. Nolan sits up looks at me and eddy and says,” Can I play y’all in pong now?” Never a dull moment with this crowd that’s for sure.

After Eddy and Dylan set up the game, I can’t help but wonder where Mark is. I turn to look to where I saw him last and notice he is nowhere in sight. All of a sudden Nolan yells,” Hey y/n are you ready or what?” I snap back into reality and grab the ball.

I’ve just downed my second cup, when I feel two hands grab a hold of my shoulders. “Y’all winning?” A familiar voice says. I turn around to be met with Mark’s gorgeous dark brown eyes. Ethan gasp offendedly. “Stop Sign you know me and her kick serious ass every time we play. How could you even ask if we are losing” he says sarcastically. Mark and I turn toward each other and chuckle. Eddy’s right. We are currently 7/7 and are beating Nolan and Dylan by a shit ton right now. I bounce the ball and it falls into the final cup. Ethan jumps up and grabs me while saying,” How the hell did you get so fucking good at this game? Seriously I need answers.” Truth be told it was Mark. At our first high school party he taught me how to play. Granted he taught me, but I’m still better. He hates that I’m better than him at something he taught me but I just think it’s ironic.

After the game, me, Eddy, and Mark all head to the living room. The three of us sit next to eachother on the couch, while talking about next semester. Its our last semester before sophomore year. Mark, Eddy, Dylan, Mackie, and Luke are all planning to get a house close to campus to stay at, while I am just trying to find an apartment away from people. I'm not a people person that's for sure. It took me a while to get closes to Mark’s friends and his team. Luckily all of them love me. I’m like the team's little sister. Or at least that's what Mark tells me that's what they say. Mackie walks into the room with Luke by his side and says,” Y/n come on! We got somebody who wants to meet you!” Mackie’s hand sticks out inviting me to go with him. I grab his hand a let him lead me down the hall and out that back door to reach the backyard. I’m met with a man about 5’11 with brown hair and he’s wearing a Michigan basketball jersey. “Okay so y/n this is Will, Will this is y/n!” The brown-haired man sticks out his hand and I capture it. “ Me, Hughsey, and Mack are in the same Sports Management class. I saw how bad yall beat the absolute crap out of Duker and Nolan. I'm going to be completely transparent here. It was hot.” A blush crept onto my cheeks. “Um, thanks,” I respond. Damn an attractive guy just flirted with me and all I could say was “Um thanks”. I want to shake myself. “ Well I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go get coffee sometime?” Will asked me. “Sure I would love to!” I say back. He quickly grabs a pen out of his back pocket and grabs a napkin and starts to write something on it. Soon after he hands me the napkin with his number on it. A cute guy just gave me his number. Is this a dream? I sure hope not because I've never felt this good.”

Then Mark’s tall frame appears right next to me and says,” Hey y/n/n we should probably leave if we want to make it to town by 10 tomorrow.” I look at Mark and then at Will. Mark was right we were going back home for the weekend to see our families. “Oh yeah. We probably should.” I turn back towards Will and say,” It was nice meeting you! See you soon!” And grab Mark's hand and head out of the frat house.

Mark

What the hell. Are Mackie and Luke trying to piss me off?

That’s all I can think of, as I’m walking out of the frat party hand in hand with y/n. Mack and Luke tried setting her up with Will Martin. Fucking Will. Everyone knows his games. He will act like a great guy on the outside, but on the inside he’s a huge womanizer. So why the hell are they trying to set him up with y/n. They know what she means to me. How much I care for her. And yet they still did it. I make a mental note to get them back at practice.

As me and y/n make it to my car, she looks up at me and says,”Hey Stops you okay bud?” Stops. The nickname she gave me the first time we met. And somehow it stuck. I look at her soft relaxed face and sigh. “ Yeah I’m okay. Just tired you know.” Hopefully she buys my lame reply. She just nods and gets into the car. I follow, and crank the engine. “So who was that guy you were talking to?” I say acting like I didn’t care. “I don’t really know. Mack and Hughsey said he was in one of their classes. His name is Will, but that’s pretty much all I know. Oh and he plays basketball.” She says pretty nonchalantly. “Oh and he asked me out for coffee.” She says shyly. “Isn’t that a good thing?” I responded. She looks at me with glossy eyes and says,”Well I don’t really think it will work. I mean look at him and then look at me? I’m nowhere near his league.” What?!?! Is that what she thinks? Because I think a hell of a lot more than that. If anything she’s out of HIS league. I try to calm down before saying,” Y/n, no. I know you might not think it, but you're beautiful. Don’t let anyone make you feel differently. And also if anything you're out of his league. Not the other way around.” She looks at me and smiles,”Mark, I don't know what I’d do without you.” I’m pretty sure I’m blushing after her comment but I’m not going to look. I can’t have her knowing my feelings. She wouldn’t ever feel the same. I will be just the boy next door who was like a brother to her.

And it was painstakingly obvious. Basically our whole highschool knew. And just after two times of meeting y/n, all the guys here knew too. I’ll get chirped about it for probably the rest of my life. Mark Estapa, the guy with some of the most penalties in the big 10, is too scared to tell the girl he’s been in love with for 8 years that he loves her. And I do love her. Not like a friend, but more. But I know that she can’t say the same.

I think about her and Will, all the way back to my dorm room. Her small frame slowly follows from behind me, as we’re going down the dorm hallway. I open the door and she stalks her way in. She goes straight to my dresser and picks out an old storm shirt and a pair of sweats. “Can I wear these tonight?” She asked. “Of course. But be careful with the sweats, the drawstring is broken, might have to roll it a couple of times, shorty!” She gives me a glare before throwing a sock of the floor at me. “I’m not short, you're just huge!” She says. I give her a skeptical look. “Uh huh. Sure.” I say as I go to the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I walk out she’s on my bed scrolling through her phone, not paying any attention at all, so I decide to jump right onto the bed. My actions cause her to almost fling off of the bed and right onto the floor. Lucky for her she doesn’t. She playfully slaps my chest and says,”So you think your funny Stops?” Uh yeah I do. I’m hilarious. I take off my sweat shirt and shoes and climb right next to her on the tiny ass twin bed. I grab her to pull her close. I take in her sweet smell and it reminds me of the hood she has on me. We’ve been snuggle buddies since we were 5. She and I kinda just did everything together for the first 3 years. We wouldn’t be able to sleep unless the other was next to us. It causes our parents some trouble, but who really cares? Not us, that's for sure. Over the years, after her Sunday movie nights we would either stay at her house or go to mine to sleep. It’s just been our thing. And once we got to college it happened more. Her roommate is definitely an interesting cat. She’s super sweet,but definitely not someone I would be able to hang out with for 8 hours a day. That’s why y/n comes to hang out with me and the guys. Eddy loves her like a little sister and the others treat her as one of us, so she’s always hanging with us. Nobody minds, we actually love the company. Me a little too much but I won’t tell her that. I get one good look at her beautiful y/c hair and y/c skin and drift off to sleep with the image of her in my mind.

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i could never let you go - nick blankenburg

summary: its senior night and you don’t want to say goodbye to your boyfriend nick

pairing: nick blankenburg x reader

Nicks mother Karin took your hand in hers as she made her way towards the boards. It was senior night and the boys were getting ready for their solo laps.

You couldn’t help the tears welling in your eye as you thought about not having Nick with you on campus. The last three years of your relationship had been the best time of your life.

But you knew that Nick was going to leave university before you and that probably want to find a woman who was ready to settle down with him and have children.

Karin seemed to notice your change in mood as she brought you in for a side hug. “Don’t cry yet lovely or else I’ll cry and then Nick will start to cry.” She tears wiping the tears away from your eyes.

You’ve known the Blankenburg’s your whole life. Your mothers were friends in high school and your older brother ended up playing hockey with Nick too.

Nick had his signature smile on his face as he went out for his solo lap. You took your phone out and video’d it capturing the finger guns he gave as he skated past you and is parents.

The boys then came over to the boards for pictures with their families. You moved to a corner and told Karin that the three of them needed their picture first before you joined in.

When Nick saw you again he leaned over the boards and gave you a kiss. The crowd cheered for the two of you, causing you to blush as he ran his thumb over your cheek.

“I like your jersey.” He stated repeating the words he spoke to you at your first Michigan hockey game. You laughed rolling your eyes and kissing him again.

The boys went back out on the ice for more pictures. But Nick stayed behind, he noticed the dry tears on your face and took you back to the tunnel.

“Baby, what wrong?” He asked looking down at you in worry. You sniffled before burying your face in his chest clutching to the side of his jersey, Nick responded quickly wrapping his arms around you.

He held your head against his chest as you continued to cry on his jersey. “I don’t want you to leave Nick.” You stated pulling away.

Nick looked into your puffy eyes and kissed your forehead. “Baby I’m always going to love you. Whether I’m here at Michigan of back home.” He whispered.

You wiped your tears and nodded still sniffling as he twirled a strand of hair between his fingers. “Now, how about we go back out there and then head back home and cuddle?” Nick asked as you took his hand.

When you walked back outside you noticed the whole team was gathered on the ice. You thought nick would drop your hand and skate to his teammates.

But he didn’t as he helped you onto the ice and towards the middle. Luke Hughes gave you an enthusiastic wave as you walked closer.

You were thankful Nick was with you because you were definitely close to falling into your face multiple times.

Nick brought you to centre ice as Nolan Moyle skated up to Nick and whispered something in his ear. You boyfriend smiled at you and high-fived his best friend.

“Y/N, you have been my best friend since i was five years old. You always showed me up playing mini sticks and even when we were actually on ice. You were always my first choice. My first choice as a best friend, my best friend as a prom date, my first choice as a girlfriend and my first choice as a wife.” He paused slightly getting down on one knee.

“Y/N/N, I have loved you ever since you barged into your brothers room when you were eight and swore that boys were a waste of space.” His statement made the whole arena laugh as you blushed looking at the bottom you love.

“We can forgo the houses next each other because we’d be living under the same roof. Baby, i would be the happiest man on earth if I can call myself your husband” He proposed.

You got on your knees and held Nick’s face one your hands as you nod your head. Nick slipped the ring on your finger before bringing you in for a kiss.

The boys cheered as the two of you got up. Luke was there first one who skated towards you bringing you in for a hug. Mackie followed suit and narrowed his eyes at Nick.

“Does this mean our weekly Sunday brunch plans are cancelled cause you have a man now?” Mackie asked side eyeing Nick.

You laughed at the freshman boy squishing his cheeks. “Mackie, every time we’ve gone out for brunch I’ve been dating Nick.” You pointed out.

“Yes but you were just dating. See if cap here messed up and broke up with you then I’d swoop in and be your knight in shining armour.” Mackie tapped you nose.

Nick lifted his eyebrow at his teammate causing the younger boy to skate away from the two of you.

The rest of the team congratulated you two before Nick excused the two of you. “I promised my fiancée cuddles. So I shall be heading home now and fulfilling my promise.” He announced dragging you away from the crowd.

You looked down at the ring and then at your fiancé. “I could never let you go.” Nick whispered in your ear.

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darkeralmond · 11 months

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smut with nolan where he makes a move on the teams photographer?

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Strawberry Kiwi

Nolan Moyle x fem! Reader

synopsis: you’re the student photographer for the umich hockey team. while you step away to take a break and smoke your vape pen, nolan stops by and makes a move on you.

warnings: 18+, smut, smoking, oral sex (fem! receiving), nolan being a stereotypical hockey hoy, feminine pet names, dirty talk

word count: 1.9k

a/n: this was so much to write omg. i literally screamed, kicked my feet, and giggled while i wrote this. i am in love with him. IT ALSO MAKES SENSE FOR HIM TO BE A TOXIC HOCKEY BOY

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i. ii.

You sat on the bleachers in the Yost Ice Arena while flipping through the photos on your camera. It was recently media day and you had to make sure the boys’ pictures turned out good.

The photos ended up better than you expected them to. You felt yourself falling down a rabbit hole which you quickly pulled yourself out of. You hooked the camera up to the laptop and transferred the pictures.

You looked at the expected time for it to finish uploading. 2 hours. You let out a loud groan and shut your eyes. There was nothing for you to do in here for another 2 hours. The boys on the ice yelled obnoxiously and your hoodie didn’t protect you from the cold temperature of the ice arena.

You got up from your spot and made your way out of the ice rink. You were immediately hit with the warm air of the locker room. You grabbed your vape pen out of your hoodie pocket and took a puff. You sat down at the bench, the smoke escaping through your mouth and nose as you exhaled.

“You look comfy,” a voice spoke. Your eyes quickly opened as you flung your head in the direction where you heard the voice. It was Nolan. He leaned against the wall with a sly grin on his face. “What’s the flavor? I’m in dire need of some nic.”

You looked down at your pen and back up at him. “Uh… Strawberry kiwi.” You held out the pen to him as he approached you. He took it from your hand and sat down next to you, taking a hit.

He looked satisfied as he blew out the flavored air. “Thank you, missy.” He had a thick accent, making him sound like a stereotypical hockey boy. It was kinda hot.

“Aren't you supposed to be on the ice?” you asked while giggling.

He laughed as he passed the vape back to you. “Yeah, but I just said I wasn’t feeling well so I could leave early. I also wanted to talk to you.”

He took off his jersey and his skates as a puzzled expression etched your features. “To me?” You took a puff of your vape and smiled softly. “Why?”

He took the pen from your hands again as an alluring grin spread on his face. “Because you’re an absolute rocket, miss.” He then placed the pen between his lips.

Damn, you thought. He knows he’s hot too. Two can play at that game. “Well, you’re not too bad yourself, Moyle.” You took the pen out of his mouth and placed it in yours.

He glanced down at your lips as you blew on the pen and bit his bottom lip. “Oh, yeah?” He slightly raised his eyebrows. You tried your best not to fold, but it was hard when he was acting like this. “Why don’t we settle this in the bathroom?”

You got up from your spot on the bench and tucked the pen back in your hoodie pocket. “Way ahead of you,” you mewled as you walked to the one stall bathroom. You held the door open for him as he rushed after you, now holding it open for himself.

He shut the door and locked it. You watched as he approached you, his eyes scanning your body up and down. “You could use this as promo for the hockey team,” he said as he placed his hands on your hips. His hands were bulky and large as they rested on your body.

It was the way he was in his padding and a tight fitting shirt which drove you wild. “And why’s that?” You cocked your hair to the side.

A seductive smile formed on his face as he held eye contact with you. “Because we would make one hell of a film, miss.” You couldn’t help yourself, your face flushed bright red at his comment.

You could feel the arousal intoxicating you as you inched closer to his face. “What do you want to do to me, Nolan?” Your hands found their way on the back of his neck, your doe eyes maintaining eye contact with his soft brown eyes.

He licked his lips before leaning into your ear. “I want to make you scream my name,” he whispered. His warm breath brushed against your ear, causing goosebumps to form along your skin.

You didn’t know who could be out there waiting for you. What if one of the guys comes by needing to use the bathroom and hears you two? Hell, what if the coach heard you two? “I don’t want to get caught, so maybe not full blown sex,” you placed your hand on his chest.

You could see the hit of disappointment on his features when you said that. “Well, can I at least go down on you?” His hand ran up and down your thigh covered by the cloth of your black leggings. You nodded your head. “Verbal consent, hon.”

“Yes,” you said. “Yes, I want that.”

He smiled eagerly, his grip on your hips tightened as he lifted you off the ground. You giggled as he carried you to the sink counter, sitting you down. You wrapped your arms around his neck loosely as you stared into each other’s eyes.

It was a brink moment before the two of you kissed. Your eyes shut as your lips meshed together perfectly. His tongue slid over your lips before entering your mouth. His tongue swirled around yours, his cold hand slid underneath your sweatshirt and met contact with your bare skin.

The kiss was aggressive and heated, the loud sound of lips smacking filled the room. There was a string of saliva when he eventually pulled away for air. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and smiled. “You ready?”

You nodded your head, “Yeah.” You threw your shoes to the side as he lifted your hoodie slightly in order to gain access to your leggings. You shimmied in order to help him pull the leggings down. When they were completely off, he threw them next to you on the sink counter.

He parted your legs open and placed wet kisses on your inner thigh. You shuddered at the warm feeling of his lips, your ears flushing with heat. “Fuck,” you whispered under your breath.

He chuckled against your skin and pulled down your panties. “You’re wet already, princess,” he teased. He parted your folds with his fingers and flicked your nub with his tongue.

A shaky exhale escaped your mouth as you tilted your head back. “Fucking Christ,” you groaned. He continued licking your clit, tasting your wetness as you let out quiet moans.

Your fingers ran through his soft brunette hair. He took longer strokes, causing pleasure to course through your body. “Stick a finger in,” you pleaded. “Please?”

“Stay quiet,” he said as he pulled away. He then stuck his index finger inside your entrance. You let out a quiet gasp before biting your bottom lip.

His tongue circled around your clit slowly, creating an intense sensation on your sensitive bead. “Shit, Nolan,” you moaned.

You then heard a knock on the bathroom door. You jumped out of fear and shock before quickly looking over at the door. Nolan stopped as well, looking over in the direction of the door as well.

“Uh… Occupied!” you yelled out.

“Oh, it’s Seamus!” the male yelled out in response.

“Shit,” you muttered. When Nolan heard that it wasn’t the coach, it’s like a wave of relief washed over him. He didn’t care about getting caught anymore, so he went back to pleasuring you.

You fought back moans as Seamus yelled, “Hey, are you alright in there?”

You wanted Nolan to stop so you wouldn’t get caught, but you knew he wouldn’t stop until you came. “Uh… yeah! I just…” You took pauses, your eyes rolling to the back of your head out of pleasure. Your mind grew cloudy with lust, causing you to shout out the first excuse that came to it. “I’m just on my period!” Nolan’s finger curled inside of you, hitting your g-spot. “Fuck,” you moaned.

“Oh!” Seamus said, obviously not expecting that. “Is there anything I can get for you?”

“There’s tampons… in my bag!” You ran your fingers through Nolan’s hair. You felt yourself growing closer to the peak of your orgasm.

“Okay!” he said. “I’ll be back!”

You heard his footsteps recede from the door as your orgasm hit you, the warmth beginning to pool in your stomach. “Fuck,” you groaned loudly. “Nolan, shit!” Your fingers dug into Nolan’s scalp in pure ecstasy.

He pulled his fingers out of you and pulled away from between your legs. You let go of him, breathing in heavily. He ran his dry fingers through his hair and stood up straight.

“Holy, fuck.” He was just as satisfied as you were by the whole experience. “You taste fucking amazing.” He leaned in close to your face. “Wanna go for another round?”

You placed your hand on his chest and shook your head. “Not here,” you answered. “You need to go, Seamus will be back any minute.”

He rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed. “Why did you have to have him come back?” You continued staring at him, ready for him to leave. “Fine. You have my number, text me if you ever wanna get athletic… or just take a hit of your strawberry kiwi nic.”

You smiled, placing a quick kiss on his lips. He rushed out of the bathroom and shut the door behind him. You hopped off the counter and put your clothes and shoes on. You looked up at yourself in the mirror and saw how flushed your cheeks were. Not to mention your bruised lips.

Hopefully Seamus wouldn’t question it or anything. Before you could attempt to fix yourself up, there was another knock on the door. You opened it up and saw Seamus holding a tampon.

You nodded your head, “Thanks.” You shut the door again and slid it in your pocket. You sat there for a little bit before unlocking the door and walked out of the bathroom.

Seamus sat on the bench, obviously waiting for you to get out. “Do you feel better now?” he asked, standing up.

“Yeah,” you said while nodding your head. “Thanks again.”

He smiled softly. He then furrowed his eyebrows and asked, “Hey, did you see Nolan on his way out?”

Your heart dropped to your stomach as you stared at him. “No… Why?”

He shrugged. “Nothing, it’s just his stuff was on the floor when I came in. Wanted to know if he accidentally left it on his way out.”

You swallowed hard and tried to ignore his tone. “He probably forgot it,” you forced a smile.

He nodded his head, “Yeah. I put it in my bag.”

“I can take it to him soon,” you said. Seamus agreed and handed the stuff to you. “Anyways, thanks for helping me out.” You turned to walk away quickly.

You couldn’t help but crack a smile knowing that you got away with hooking up with Nolan in the bathroom of the locker room.

When you got back to your spot on the bleachers, you grabbed your phone out of your bag.

Hey

Got your stuff here

Nolan

Seems like u need to bring it over sweetheart

Maybe tonight?

Ofc

Nolan

Bring that nic with you

And a condom

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