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powermakar · 1 year

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You Don't Need Your Glasses for This -Owen Power

Author's note: Well I need to drown in holy water. Also I listed all of the songs I listened to while writing/proof reading so here they are in order:

So it Goes... -Taylor Swift

I'm Yours (sped up) -Isabel LaRosa

Sex Money Feelings Die (slowed version)- Lykke Li

Paris -Taylor Swift

Summary: Smut, lots of smut. Oh, and some after care.

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: Glasses kink, praise kink, daddy kink?, overstimulation, pictures during sex, cum play?, every other smut warning basically.

Keep Your Glasses On (part one)

Owen did not have a hat trick or a multi-point game but there wasn’t any special occasion needed for this. You didn’t need a reason to have sex with your boyfriend after one of his home games. The same thing happens at least twice a week: Owen comes home to you in lingerie and his jersey, sprawled out on your bed and you two fuck for a little before you both fall asleep. But tonight that is all going to change.

Before Owen gets home you find your vibrator and your favorite pair of panties. You lay on your bed, spreading your legs out, putting the vibrator against your clit, and begin to play with your hardening nipples. You hear the front door to the apartment open, but that only makes you turn up the speed of your vibrator and you cry out, “fuck Owen, fuck, that feels so good,”. You know he walked into the bedroom because you can feel your skin heat up but you continue to ignore him. “Fuck I think I might squirt,” you moan.

“Ok, that’s enough from you, you little slut. So fucking needy for me that you can even keep your hands off yourself,” Owen says pulling the vibrator off of you. You just moan in protest and slip your hand down to play with your pussy. You make eye contact and bite your lip when you move your panties to the side and push two fingers into your cunt. “Y/n what did I say? Such a slut that you can’t stop fantasizing about me fucking you,” Owen exclaims roughly pulling your fingers out of your hole and licking them clean.

“Owen,” you groan at the sight.

“Yes, babe?” Owen asks, smirking. He puts one hand in your hair and pulls you close to a kiss. “I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight,” he says before latching on to one of your nipples. Owen toys with your left nipple while gently biting and squeezing your right tit.

“Mmm Owen please,” you moan as you start to thrust your hips against his thigh. Owen just hums in response as he moves to your neck to leave a few hickeys, here and there. When he finally releases your neck you look down to look at the mess he made on you. You pull on your nipples a little more before it was your turn to make Owen speechless. “How about that picture now?” you smirk.

All Owen does is stare at you in shock. “Are you sure babe? I don’t want you to feel like you have to,” he says looking at you.

“I’m sure Owen”. With that, he walks over to one of your dressers and pulls out your old Polaroid camera from high school. You just give him a questionable look.

“I want to have an actual copy that I can look at when I’m on the road”

“Owen just hurry up and take the pictures so you can fuck me,” you whine.

He takes a few pictures before he says, “Play with that pretty pussy for me”. This time you slip three fingers into your hole while you use your thumb to rub your clit. You arch your back to

make your tit show a little more as well. As soon as you see the flash go off you quickly pull your fingers out and spread your wetness across your stomach.

“Babe when I die, bury me with this picture. I almost came while taking this,” Owen whines, showing you the picture. And well, it is a sight to see.

“Just fuck me already O, make me scream your name”

Owen slides your panties down your legs and dives into your cunt, with his glasses on may I add. He is sucking on your clit and fingering you with three of his large, calloused fingers. You intertwine your fingers in his hair and push on his head to get him closer to your pussy. You are basically screaming at this point and you pray that your neighbors won’t mind all this commotion.

“Jeez y/n, are you trying to suffocate me with your pussy?” Owen laughs. You just moan in response when he curls his fingers up to touch your G-spot. You quickly pull Owen’s fingers out, and he looks at you in concern, but not after you yell out his name, squirting your sweet juices all over his fingers. “Holy hell y/n, I didn’t think you had it in you!” Owen exclaims.

“Let me suck your dick,” you say, already unbuckling his belt.

“Anything after that,” he moans. You go down to your knees and spit on his big cock, pumping it before you lick the tip of it. Owen guides you as you take more of his cock, and soon enough you are deepthroating the whole thing.

“Yeah, you like that, y/n? My huge cock down your throat while you try not to cry from pleasure, huh? You're going to drink every last drop of my cum when I spill into the back of your throat?” Owen says running his thumb along your open mouth. You nod eagerly, and that's when you feel Owen’s cum hit the back of your throat. He pulls you up by your hair, into a kiss before he tells you to lay down on your bed.

Owen spreads your legs out and slowly lines up his cock into your hole. He grabs onto your hips and plunges into you harshly. All you can do is moan loudly and run your nails down his back. Owen continues to fuck you this way until he reaches down to your clit to help chase your second orgasm. He flips you around so your back is against him, holding you close.

Owen nips on your neck and whispers, “Such a good girl for me, taking daddy’s cock so well”. With that, you are sent over the edge to your third orgasm. He pounds into you, continuing to whisper sweet words of encouragement. All you can do to respond is whimper and moan.

With his large 6’6” frame Owen is able to pin you to the wall while he continues you fuck you. “You are going to be a good girl and you are going to take all of Daddy’s cum in your sweet little pussy, ok?” Owen says against your lips. You just nod, as you are unable to form any coherent

words. Owen grabs you chin forcing you to face him and says, “You are going to look me in the fucking eyes and tell me that exactly”.

Your leg buckles but Owen keeps you up straight. You manage to say, “I am going to be a good girl and I am going to take all of Daddy’s cum in my sweet little pussy”. It's funny how you thought your own words would never be able to push you over the edge, but here you are, orgasming for the fourth time. You also feel Owen’s warm cum fill your hole up.

“Stay right here, I am going to take another picture,” Owen says. He gets up to get the camera and you hear a drop of his cum hit the floor and you shudder at the sound. He takes a picture of your pussy and the mess right underneath you. Owen throws the camera onto your bed and drops down to his knees.

Before he can do anything you say, “Hold on, you don't need your glasses for this”. He smirks and throws his glasses somewhere and begins to eat you out. You orgasm instantly as you are so overstimulated. Tears prick your eyes from the pleasure and Owen notices immediately.

“Fuck y/n, was that too much?” he asks, worried.

“No, no, it was good, it's just that I think that I’m too overstimulated. I feel like if my thighs even touch together, I’ll cum again.” Owen just laughs at that. “Owen, why are you laughing right now! It’s too much,” you cry.

Owen shows genuine concern when he looks at you again. “Ok, I’m sorry love, I’ll get everything cleaned up”. Owen comes back with a washcloth but he begins to clean the floor up.

“What the hell is wrong with you Owen Power?” you say.

“Calm down, I’m running a bath for you,” Owen responds. He picks you up bridal style and carries you into the bathroom. He gets dressed and kneels down, next to the tub. “I’m really sorry if that was too much for you y/n,” he says, washing you gently.

“It was fun, but maybe we can turn it down a notch. Maybe next time I can be in control,” you giggle.

“Maybe, but let’s get you to bed,” Owen says once he sees you yawn.

“I really love you O”

“I love you y/n” is the last thing you remember before you drift off to sleep in Owner's arms.

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jackhues · 1 year

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for you - owen power (valentine's day special)

request: first off ur bio is so true but ! can i pls request “you didn’t have to go to all this effort just for me.”₁ “that’s why i did it. for you.” with my beautiful large boy owen power pls <3 thank u so much !!!

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notes: loll, thx for noticing my bio, i liked writing this, and it's a little longer than the others, but it turned out nice! thanks for requesting <3

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“ooh, what about this dress?” your friend held up a dress, placing it against her body.

you made a face, shaking your head. “the colour doesn’t suit you. ask if they have a darker colour.”

she groaned, but called an employee over to ask.

it was february fourteenth, valentine’s day. while most of your friends were going out with their boyfriends, you and one other friend were going to be alone. she was single, while your boyfriend, owen, was out of town for a road trip.

“okay, is this one nicer?” she asked, holding a burgundy dress against her body.

“oh, so much better,” you told her. “see, darker colours make you look sexy.”

“thanks babe,” she grinned, sending a kiss your way.

you laughed, sorting through the racks mindlessly.

since the two of you were the only ones free on valentine’s day, you’d decided to go on a little shopping spree. it was completely unplanned, but the two of you were having a great time.

“hey, what time is it?” your friend asked you.

“um… six thirty,” you told her, checking your phone.

“alright, we’d better get going in that case,” she led you out of the store as you guys finished paying.

“wait, where are we going now?” you asked.

“i’ve got a date later tonight,” she told you, getting the car started.

“wait, what?”

“yeah, it was totally last minute, and honestly unnecessary,” she continued. “but an opportunity presented itself, and i wasn’t gonna say no. i’m sorry for cutting girls’ day a little short, i promise i’ll make it up to you.”

“it’s fine,” you tried for a genuine smile. “you’ve got a date, and i’m so happy for you. tell me all about this guy.”

“well, he’s a friend of a friend,” she started. “he’s super cute, and-”

to be honest, most of her words flew over your head. you kept the smile on your face, nodding along and asking questions as needed.

you were definitely happy for your friend, but still a little upset that she’d gone on a date last minute, leaving you all alone. owen was supposed to come back tomorrow, but he would be too tired from the trip to do anything outrageous to celebrate.

not that you minded. just spending time with him was enough.

“okay, i’ll call you tomorrow to let you know how it went,” she said as she pulled into your driveway.

“and i’ll be on standby in case he turns out to be a creep and you need me to rescue you,” you laughed.

“we’ll see about that,” she smiled mischievously, waving goodbye as you left the car and entered your home.

you stretched out slightly, blinking twice at the sight in front of you. a carpet of rose petals lay on the floor, leading past the hallway and into your house.

your heart began to beat faster and you felt your hopes get up. you immediately squashed them, not wanting to be proven wrong.

following the rose petals, you reached the balcony, where a single candle lit up a small table. soft music played from a speaker, the rose petals forming a heart in front of the table.

you looked around the balcony, not finding anyone else.

“whatcha looking for?” a voice asked.

you turned around, seeing owen standing at the balcony door with a wide grin on his face.

“hi,” he waved at you.

you ran over to him, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a hug. he responded in kind, sticking his face in the crook of your neck and holding you close.

“i missed you,” you whispered, pulling away and running your thumb against his cheek.

“i missed you too,” he laughed a little, pecking your nose.

“do i wanna know how you managed to pull this off?”

“well, i had some help from your friend,” he shrugged. “i promised her a date with rasmus, which worked out well since they both have the biggest crush on each other, if she managed to distract you while i did all of this.”

“turned my own friend against me,” you shook your head slightly. “i can’t believe you, power.”

“i wanted it to be perfect.”

you smiled, “you didn’t have to go through all this effort for me, you know?”

owen furrowed his brows, “that’s why i did it. for you.”

his words did something funny to your heart. with a small smile on your face, you pulled him close, letting him know how much you appreciated him with that kiss.

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harlowhockeystick · 1 year

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Delicate with Matthew Tkachuk or a new player you’re feeling lately

meet me at midnight | contains: fem!reader, angst, verbal argument | "do the girls back home touch you like i do?"

i don't write for chucky (though i do appreciate him), so i am gonna do this w owen power cause i don't write for him enough imo. mwah ly

"do you think i'm stupid, owen?" you hissed, quickly standing up from his couch and grabbing your jacket, not bothering to put it on quite yet. rage was flowing through your think veins, your hands tightened around your phone and if you squeezed just a little bit tighter you might just bust it.

"no- what? no, no you're not-"

"then why did you think i wouldn't find out? listen-" you took a deep breath before you would break something, "i know we aren't official, i know we're just fuck buddies, but it would have been nice to know. that's all i'm saying."

"you know y/n i don't understand why you're mad, you're right we aren't official!" his words seemed to sting. sting more than they should have. he was right, both of you were right; you weren't official. the closest thing he had done to taking you on a date was taking you to mcdonalds when the both of you were hungry at two in the morning and he paid. but still, they stung.

"do the girls back home, the girls you talk to so often, do they touch you like i do?" you asked, making direct and cold eye contact with him while he stood towering above you, but not intimidating you at all. "think about that, and maybe you can find out why i'm angry or not."

you slam the door behind you as you walk out of his apartment, down the hall, and toward the parking garage. it's not until you realize when you make a couple of turns down the street toward your own apartment that the emotions you. tears fall down your face, tears of both anger and sadness roll down your hot cheeks.

in reality you'd get over it, because in reality the tears that are pouring out of you aren't worth it. the man you're crying over, isn't worth it. but that didn't mean it wasn't real and it wasn't painful.

#j's writing #j's midnights weekend #owen power #owen power imagine #owen power x reader #owen power blurb #nhl imagine #nhl x reader #nhl blurb #hockey imagine #hockey x reader #hockey blurb #it was either him or nico #i couldn't decide #but sorry this is so short </3

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lifeofpriya · 1 year

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Lights Out, Blanket Fort - Owen Power imagine

[gif credit goes to @jeffreyskinner]

This is my entry for @bbrissonn's winter fic exchange! I received @blankenlove as the giftee, and I had an absolute blast writing this. I hope y'all enjoy this fic :)

word count: 1.58k

summary: even with a severe winter storm in town, you and Owen still manage to have find a way to have fun…

"Well, it looks like we have to cancel our trip to my parents' house for Christmas this year, babe." Owen rubbed the heel of his palm against his chest as he blankly stared at his phone. "We're under a blizzard warning for a few days and travel has been highly discouraged…"

You observed Owen's slowly stooping posture as he slumped against the couch. Owen was looking forward to returning to Mississauga for the holidays, but the weather had other plans for you and Owen.

Carefully throwing his phone onto the coffee table without damaging either, Owen's arms hung at his side as they went slack.

"I'm sorry our trip had to be canceled," you tentatively approached the Canadian and squeezed his shoulder, offering him a sad smile while rubbing circles and other patterns on his back to soothe him. "Maybe we could visit them for Easter?"

You spoke with a gentle tone while taking a seat next to your boyfriend; you let out a deep sigh as you watched Owen's eyebrows pull down in concentration -- pondering your suggestion.

"I guess that'd be plausible," he glanced at you with a lopsided and small smile. "It sucks we're missing Christmas this year, but Easter's almost around the corner."

Patting Owen's leg out of comfort, you leaned in closer to press a kiss on his forehead.

"But we can have lots of fun this Christmas with just the two of us too!" Owen couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and offer you a questioning gaze. "We could binge watch holiday movies, snuggle together by the electric fireplace, have so many mugs of hot cocoa, bake loads of cookies, you know, cute, romantic winter stuff that couples partake in."

You gently bit your lip; your eyes were wide and shining as you thought about the endless possibilities of the fun you and Owen could have despite the wintry hazardous weather.

"Could we perhaps snuggle by the fireplace and have some hot cocoa?" A tint crept across the Canadian's cheeks as he stared at you with a sheepish grin. Owen clasped his hands under his chin in a prayer gesture almost and muttered please repeatedly under his breath; he held his posture still in expectation.

You couldn't help but giggle as you watched your boyfriend pull out every trick in his book to try to convince you. But needless to say, just seeing Owen happy and glowing was all the convincing you needed to go along with his plans for the night.

Owen licked his lips with cautious hope, "please, Y/N?" He spoke with a slight tremble in his voice.

You reached out to brush Owen's cheek; your fingertips skimmed along his jaw line as you adoringly gazed at him. "Of course, babe," you spoke with a soft voice, "we can do anything your heart desires to, Owen."

The Canadian felt his heartbeat quicken; a beaming smile took over his face as he wordlessly stared at you with glee in his eyes. Before you knew it, Owen took your face in his hands and started placing kisses all over your face.

"Owen, babe, you're tickling me!" You shrieked breathlessly while trying to squirm out of your boyfriend's grasp.

"Where are all the marshmallows keep disappearing off to?" You scratched at your cheek while turning to look at the bowl of mini marshmallows across the counter. The bowl at first was overflowing with mini marshmallows; however, since you began the arduous processing of preparing your family's secret hot cocoa recipe, the number slowly started to dwindle.

You chewed on your lip and shrugged your shoulders; turning back to the simmering stovepan in front of you. With an instinct tingling in your mind, you sneakily turned around to find Owen snacking on a few more of the mini marshmallows.

"Owen! Babe, you're eating the marshmallows?" A small pout made its way onto your lips, watching your boyfriend nervously giggle at you -- knowing he got caught. "I was saving those for the toppings for our hot cocoas!"

Owen's entire face flushed while he finished munching. "Y/N, you know I can't control myself around marshmallows!" Your boyfriend playfully whimpered as he wrapped his lanky arms around your middle; burrowing his head into the crook of your neck as you continued to stir the saucepan filled with delicious hot cocoa.

You couldn't help but let out a soft laugh as you leaned your head against his; a bright smile crept upon your lips while you quietly took in how beautiful your boyfriend was and how you were the luckiest person on the western side of the Atlantic Ocean to have a sweet and wonderful boyfriend like Owen.

You soon were brought out of your daydream because of Owen's chuckles, to which you furrowed your eyebrows at.

"The hot cocoa's about to boil over, babe," he whispered with a low-pitched tone in his voice while placing a kiss onto your cheek.

Your eyes soon widened at the sight in front of you, a tint made its way across your cheeks as you could feel your ears turn red.

Owen let out a content sigh as he took another sip of his hot cocoa, a little bit of whipped cream stuck onto his upper lip as he pulled the mug away from his lips.

There was a yearning look written in your eyes; your eyes were focused on the little whipped cream mustache your boyfriend. Owen soon caught onto your gaze and tilted his head to the side as he stared back at you.

"Is there something on my face, Y/N?" Wanting to tease him a little, you shook your head without saying a word. Owen curtly nodded his head albeit with a slight frown on his lips as he continued to drink from his mug of hot cocoa.

You brought your free hand up to your lips in an effort to stifle your giggles as Owen was still clueless about the mess on his face.

"Ok, I feel like you're hiding something from me!" The Canadian pressed his lips into a fine, his hands reached across the coffee table for his phone. Before he had a chance to turn his phone on, you sneakily attacked him with a short but sweet kiss.

Once you promptly pulled away from the kiss was when Owen realized what you were giggling at.

"You're evil, babe," he turned his head away from you in a playful protest, a pout made its way onto the Canadian's face as he feigned shock.

"I'm sorry, Owen," you couldn't help but boisterously laugh; setting your mug of hot cocoa down on the coffee table near you before you took Owen's face in your hands and brought him in for a smooch. "Will you ever forgive me, babe?"

Just as Owen was about to respond, the lights flickered for a few seconds before the entire room turned pitch dark.

"Well, there goes the romantic ambience," even though it was near impossible to really see your boyfriend's face at that particular moment, you knew without a doubt, he had a cheesy smirk on his lips.

You playfully whacked his shoulder and sarcastically laugh as you rose up from your seated position.

"I'm going to see if we have any flashlights around the apartment," you mumbled under your breath to yourself. "Owen, could you check to see if we have any leftover candles laying around in the meantime?"

Owen let out an audible noise, signaling that he understood his mission. You soon then disappeared off to a different room while the Canadian stayed put on the couch.

An idea soon popped into his mind as a cheerful grin made its way onto his lips, one he was sure you were going to love.

"Well, at least this flashlight seems to be working," you mumbled to yourself while walking back to the living room; only to stop in your tracks when you saw an ongoing construction involving numerous blankets and pillows and cushions. "Hello, what's this?"

When Owen promptly turned his head, he resembled a deer caught in headlights as he stared up at you from where he sat on the floor.

"I wanted it to be a surprise!" Owen let out a disappointed groan as he lifted himself off the floor and quietly made his way over to where you stood.

"I see you kept yourself occupied while I was gone, Mr. Power," you walked quickly to erase the distance between you and the Canadian.

"Figured I could keep myself occupied for a while," he shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant manner as he goofily grinned at you.

"I thought I asked you to check to see if we had any candles?" You raised an eyebrow at the Canadian, knowing fully well that he most likely didn't search for the candles, but there was a knowing smirk on your lips nevertheless.

"You did," he let out a playful sigh while wrapping his arm around your shoulders and brought you closer to him. "But I thought we could have some fun with no electricity in our cozy, little blanket fort!"

You couldn't help but loudly giggle at your boyfriend's childlike antics.

"You really are a child at heart, Power," you mumbled quietly to yourself; playfully shaking your head as you splayed your hand over your boyfriend's heart.

"I may be a child at heart," Owen sweetly smiled at you while placing a soft, gentle kiss on your hairline. "But you love me and my childish antics, Y/N…"

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huggybug · 2 years

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anything with dad owen

happy dilf day!

“Babe, you’ve gotta go to sleep” You sigh, adjusting in your position on the floor next to your toddler’s bed. You had been trying to put him to bed for hours now. First he protested because he wanted to watch Owen’s game, then he couldn’t find his favourite teddy, and finally, he needed Owen.

“Daddy’s not home” she pouts and you groan quietly. He was currently going through a phase where he needed Owen 24/7 and unfortunately with his job, Owen couldn’t be here nearly as much as that.

“I know but Daddy’s at work and he can’t come home right now” You explain for the tenth time tonight. “We can call him tomorrow when you wake up, okay?”

“No! I want Daddy now!” He whines and you spring into action when you see the tears start to surface. You grab your phone, texting Owen quickly, hoping he’s still awake.

need to call u for ry.

owen pow❤️

give me a sec. i’ll call

Your phone rings less than a minute later, a facetime call from Owen and your son knows exactly what it is because the tears stop as soon as he hears your phone ringing.

“Hey buddy!” Owen says as soon as the call connects and he sees your son’s teary eyes looking at him through the phone screen.

“Daddy come here to play trucks?” He asks and Owen lets out a soft chuckle.

“I can’t hud, remember? I’m out seeing Uncle Brendan? I’ll be home soon though and we can play trucks all you want” Owen didn’t love leaving his family but he had a job to do and he did love his job… it was a complex matter if you asked him.

“Promise?” Your son asks in a small voice.

“I promise” Owen smiles and even during the short phone call you could tell that he was tired. He had just gotten home from a game and was probably five minutes from falling asleep.

“Okay say goodnight to Daddy” You prompt your son who complies hesitantly. The boys exchange ‘I love you’s’ before you have up and your son finally lays down, after you and Owen both promise that they can call again in the morning.

#happy dilf day!#owen power x reader #owen power imagine #owen power blurb #dad au #buffalo sabres #hockey writing #hockey fic #nhl players #nhl fanfiction

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hugheshugs · 2 years

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perhaps a blurb/ how owen would be as a girl dad?

ooo this is so cute !! i'll do a little blurb for this one, its adorable <3

i also made an insta edit for this at the end !! :)

your daughter was the definition of a daddy's girl. she looked up to owen more than anyone else. his height, his skill, even at such a young age she was so impressed. he was her inspiration.

he'd just come home from practice when she heard his voice from her playroom, causing her to run to you both as fast as she could.

"where papa?" he heard her little voice ask.

"hey my little flower," he smiled, turning around. she grinned, reaching her arms out for him.

her legs kicked in the air as he picked her up and she squealed. "everyfin' so small from up here! mama, you tiny."

"thank you, flora," you shook your head amused with a small laugh.

"papa, i miss'chu so much," she told him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"awe, i missed you too," he hugged her with a squeeze. "how about we go get you ready for lunch while mama gets dressed?"

"okies," she agreed in a pinch.

owen gave you a quick kiss as you stood up before he made his way to her bedroom.

"so, what did you do today, bub?"

"just miss'chu," she replied with a nonchalant shrug.

he let out a laugh. "i missed you too. you ready to go out to eat?"

"mhm," she nodded. "wan' the squiggles 'n yellow sauce!"

"you mean mac and cheese?" he furrowed his eyebrows.

"squiggles 'n yellow sauce!" she repeated as he set her onto her stool in front of the mirror.

"you'll get your squiggles 'n yellow sauce soon, i promise. now, what do you want to do with your hair?" he asked, looking at her through the mirror.

she began fumbling with the little things on the dresser. "bunnies— no, just clips."

"that's it?" he asked a bit surprised as he grabbed the hair brush.

"mhm, 'n i can put one in papa's hair too?" she looked up at him with doe eyes.

the look on her face made his heart clench. how could he say no to his sweet girl? he simply pressed a light kiss to her head before beginning to brush her hair.

"of course, flower. anything for you," he agreed.

when they came out to greet you with matching clips on their heads, you couldn't help but laugh and sneak a quick picture at lunch when they weren't looking.

flora didn't let him take the clip off the entire day, even when you all went to bed that night. but he wouldn't have it any other way. he was the best girl dad and he took pride in that.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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kentjohnson.13 this is great blackmail

↳ owenpower_ i wear that clip with pride

lhughes_06 can you tell her her favourite uncle misses her

↳ thombordeleau_ who's gonna tell him..

yourbestfriend the best father daughter duo!

mattybeniers i got her those clips!

brendan.brisson big dog not lookin so tough anymore

↳ owenpower_ toughest i've ever been, boy

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bbrissonn · 2 years

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doing everything in your power to not let owen leave for practice, like jumping on his back while he's tying his shoes, stealing his clothes so he has to chase you around the house to get them back, kissing him everywhere, making him 20 mins late

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warnings: not proofread

"love, i really need to go." owen said as you pulled him back down into bed. his practice was starting in about an hour and a half, and he had to leave.

"no you don't. you need to stay here and cuddle me!" you whined as he finally pushed himself up completely. only you came right along with him since your arms were wrapped around his neck. you smiled at him before wrapping your legs around his waist and shoving your head into his neck.

"babe, you know i'd love to, but i really, really, really have to go."

"nooooooo."

"yesssssss."

"i'm gonna be late."

"so?" you asked, making you sigh a bit, he started moving around his room, taking his clothes that he was planning on wearing out, with you still hanging onto him.

“y/n, i really need to go.”

“shhhhhh.”

“y/n--”

“you’re disrupting with silence, bubs.” you whispered, making him let out another sigh. his hands reached down to your thighs, he tried unwrapping them from around his waist, making you let out a whine.

“stop it!”

“you stop. babe, you need to understand that if i’m late, i’ll be back later than usual. you’re losing cuddle time right now.” he said, making you let out a gasp. now when he put it that way, it sound a lot worse to you.

“but you could just stay here forever, then we won’t lose cuddle time because you don’t even leave!”

“then we’re losing cuddle time for tomorrow.”

“nu-uh, i said you stay here forever. the coaches can’t make you stay longer if you don’t go.”

“then i’ll be kicked off the team, babe.”

“so? more cuddle time for me!” you said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“if i get kicked off the team, my moms gonna drag my ass back home and i won’t be able to see anymore.”

“ouhhh, we could be like romeo and juliet--”

“hons, that’s not the point. i have to go to practice, okay? i’ll be back in 4 hours max, you won’t even realize that i’m gone.” he said as you pulled your face away from his neck, looking into his eyes.

“but cuddle time--”

“we can cuddle after, y/n/n. we can even go out for dinner if you want. just us. no one else.” he offered, something he knew you could never refuse.

“fine. but i want extra cuddle time this weekend.”

“works for me.” he said, pecking your lips after. you slowly let go of his waist, making your legs hang around. he placed you down and you slowly let go of his neck as well.

“i’m sorry, love. i’ll be back soon, okay? i love you.”

“i love you too, o.” you answered with a small smile before he left the room, clothes in his hands.

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fear-of-flyers · 2 years

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“ you said i had nice lips. who says that? “ with owen power please

I LOVE THIS (let’s ignore how i absolutely ignored these for months)

wc: 1.1k

warnings: underaged drinking

umich won their game against notre dame which called for a party. that’s why you found yourself in the living room of the hockey house surrounded by drunk people and unable to find anyone you knew. unofficially you were there with owen, the two of you had been playing a game of relationship chicken since he “accidentally” scared away the guy you brought to one of his games. you never picked anyone up and neither did he, and if you asked any of his friends, or yours, the two of you were meant to be. eventually you saw kent in the kitchen and knew that wherever he was, owen was close behind. you made your way next to kent where he was talking with nick and a girl you didn’t know.

“y/n!” kent said pulling you into a hug like you hadn’t seen him in weeks, “how’re you doing?” you smiled, “im good kent. where’s owen?” at that kent stared at you blankly, seemingly confused, so nick butted in “owens near the pong table, he’s looking for someone to play with.” he said before turning to kent, “you’re being cut off dude.” you walked away as kent started whining, set on finding owen, and found him right where nick said he would be. you snuck up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning into his back. “what the fuck? oh, y/n.” owen said, jumping slightly. “now that you’re here do you want to play with me next round?” you nodded against his back despite knowing it was a bad idea. you hadn’t drank much that night but sucked at pong. the last thing you needed was to lose and blab your feelings to owen.

eventually the two of you started playing, and losing. but despite being your savior, owen handled his alcohol much worse. the beers he had during the game added to whatever he drank before trashed him. “woah, everything’s kinda blurry.” he said, swaying slightly. “can you see right y/n?” laughing gently, you nodded. “i think it’s time for you to go to bed power.” he shook his head “no, i don’t think so.” he responded. despite that he let himself be pulled away from the party. he stumbled up the stairs and into his room, collapsing on his bed the second you let go of his hand. “bedtime.” he said, closing his eyes. “no! no, not yet.” you said, pulling him to sit up in a panic. “you can’t sleep in these clothes.” he nodded and mumbled an “okay” as you dug through his drawers looking for something he could sleep in. you grabbed a pair of shorts and a t-shirt but when you turned around to see him half asleep sitting up you gave up.

“okay, nope,” you said, “owen can you get your own pants off?” he nodded and you turned around as he did that. when you turned back around he was struggling with his shirt so you helped him pull that off. “you’re really pretty y/n,” he said, staring at you. you blushed slightly and pushed him gently to lay down. “thanks owen, you’re really drunk.” you said, not thinking he could see you like that. you continued to pull the cover over him, before grabbing his water bottle and placing it on the nightstand with a bottle of advil. “why do you look like that?” he asked. “i’m being serious y/n. you are pretty. you have nice lips.” and with that he was asleep.

the next morning you found yourself at the house once again, this time with breakfast. you let yourself in and walked to the kitchen, setting the bags on the counter. nick, briss, nolan and owen were already awake and sitting around the kitchen talking. “oh my gosh y/n, you’re a godsend.” nolan said, immediately digging through the bags. “thank nick,” you said, “he paid for it all. im just delivery.” briss shook his head, “i don’t care who it was. i don’t have to starve now.” you laugh at his dramatics as you grab your food and sit in between owen and nick to eat. “hey, someone go get kent.” nick said, “he’s probably super hungover but he needs to eat.” nolan nodded and got up to do it, coming back down a couple of minutes later with kent behind him.

“does anyone else feel as shitty as i do?” he asked. everyone around the table shook their heads. “really owen?” you asked full of surprise. “with the state you were in last night im surprised you feel fine.” everyone laughed, including owen. “to be fair,” he said, “i think im only fine because you took such good care of me last night.” you smiled softly, “thanks for the credit.” you said before turning back to your meal. the rest of breakfast was relatively quite, but towards the end of the meal you caught snippets of a hushed conversation between owen and kent. before you could ask what was wrong owen was turning to you, asking if you could talk. you say “sure” in response and get up to follow owen to the back porch, heart in your throat the whole way. you were certain that this was owen telling you, in his polite canadian way, that he was completely out of it last night and meant nothing he said. you were ready to leave this conversation heartbroken.

“about last night,” owen started. “im sorry if i made you uncomfortable. i was super drunk and might have crossed some boundaries. i do remember calling you pretty though, and i also remember you not believing me.” you nodded, unable to find the words you wanted. “now, this might ruin everything,” owen continued, “but i can’t have you thinking that i wasn’t telling the truth last night. i think you’re gorgeous y/n.” you found yourself lost for words again, but pulled yourself out of shock to respond “really?” he nodded, pulling you close to him, “you don’t seem to hate me yet, so can i kiss you?” instead of responding you leaned into him, your hands finding his cheeks, and pulled him into you.

the kiss was perfect, it was everything you could’ve asked for and more. as you pulled out of the kiss you laughed to yourself, remembering owen’s comment from the night before. “what’s so funny?” owen asked, leaning away just enough to look into your eyes. “you are,” you responded laughing. “you said i had nice lips. who says that owen?” the boy in question blushed, laughing as well, as he remembered his choice of words. “if it means anything, i stand by it completely. your lips are just as nice and pretty as the rest of you.” he responded, pulling you into another perfect kiss.

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this-is-ally-and-im-confused · 2 years

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Sensitive|| O.Power

Warnings: domestic abuse, anxiety, bruises, worried!owen, and fem pronouns

Do not read if that'll trigger you, love! First writing after mini-hiatus

Word count: 800+

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Owen always felt protective of his best friend y/n.

Which was fair based on all the girl had been through. The big dog had y/n’s back since middle school, high school, and the start of Umich.

He just wished he would have protected his best friend from this. Never in a million years would he have imagined y/n standing outside his doorway at 3 in the morning while soaking wet. He couldn’t have imagined the words about to come out of the girl’s mouth.

“He hit me, Pow”

Crash.

A violent crash of bright reds crossed the bleary-eyed boy's vision.

Y/n, the girl scared by loud music and thunderstorms–was standing in front of him after the worst night of her life. Who could do this besides that douchebag of a boyfriend she had been dating for a month.

“Ssh, come in. I got you, honey.”

Quickly, Owen shuffled the shivering girl into his cozy dorm and strong arms. His palms crept up and down her arms to try and warm the shaking girl. Y/n could’ve stayed in his arms forever. It was the first time in the entire night that she felt safe again. It didn’t take long for Owen to start to talk. At first, his words were distractions. He tried to rid her mind of fear for just a while. He made jokes as he disappeared from the room to go grab the drenched girl a hoodie and pajama pants. Maybe then he could also find himself a shirt, not that it’s anything she hadn’t seen before.

When he entered back into the room that was dimly lit due to the girl’s phone blowing up and the kettle being on–he could see the bruise. It was a deep purple with scatters of yellow and red around it. Owen’s heart was in his throat. It was clear that he needed to know what happened. It was even clearer that he needed to protect this tiny frame that was curled up on the kitchen bar stool while trying to figure out what to text back to people.

His voice stayed gentle but firm as he asked her the hardest question, “can you tell me what happened?”

The emotions that passed over the girl's face were heart-wrenching to Owen. She looked like she felt guilty. But then again, y/n always felt guilty. She felt guilty for clinging on to Owen for the entirety of her first semester–even though Owen was happy to be there. She felt guilty for leaving when a game got too loud or the boys got too rowdy in the back of a car. She felt guilty for things that she had no responsibility for! Like packages being late or the weather being bad. It had taken Owen well over 8 months to convince y/n that she deserved to take up space and that things weren’t her fault.

The whistle of the kettle interrupted the girl’s parted lips. Owen hurried to fix a cup of tea. The same tea that they have been making with each other through each lost game, bad day, or study session. A tradition that y/n started.

“He came home drunk,” her hoarse voice began.

Owen’s eyes glanced all over her face. Trying to read for more emotions besides the fear and guilt laced through her features.

“He heard Bords and Blanks talking at the bar he was at. They were saying s-stupid things about you and I. A-and Chris got mad. Real mad.”

At this point, y/n’s words were choking her. Tears were steadily falling down her cheeks. Owen immediately crossed the small distance between them, placing the tea softly in front of her, and pulled her into a bear hug.

“I’ll kill him. I swear, he will never lay a hand on you–“

“Owen, you're my best friend. But you can’t fix this. If Chris sees you with me…he’ll kill me.”

The small girl looked even more cross as the conversation went on.

“Chris got mad because he heard how the guys joked about us getting together. He thinks you’re in love with me”

Owen swallowed. As if all moisture had gone from his mouth. He didn’t know whether to be hurt by your accusation or to finally feel relieved. The “big dog” had a crush on you since he met you. Now was not the time to state that. Owen watched the girl’s life just shatter in front of him. Instead, Owen found himself ruminating on the thoughts of protecting his chosen family–y/n included–and mutually killing his teammates + Chris the asshat boyfriend for putting the gentle girl in harm's way.

“You need to break up with him–“

“I know, but I can’t”

Y/n started to shake harder. The amount of thinking done in the span of the last few hours has taken a toll on her. The boy gently shuffled the still fragile girl to his bed with promises of how they could talk more in the morning.

Owen did not get any sleep that night. Instead, he spent the night ruminating on protecting the sensitive girl now laying in his arms.

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cobrakaisb · 2 years

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foolproof plan

summary: the only downside to fake dating is that someone always ends up falling for the other.

warnings: y/n is a happy drunk; underage drinking (not condoning it); mostly cuteness; a couple swears

word count: 4.16k

“so do we have a deal?” he asked, hand out waiting for you to take it. you hesitated, biting your lip as your eyes flickered from his face to his hand. the anxiety and reality surrounding what you were about to do was setting in. were you actually agreeing to this? a surge of confidence washed over you as your smaller hand grasped his in a firm handshake. “we have a deal,” you agreed.

now all you had to do was pretend to fake date owen power.

tall, brunette, number-one-overall nhl draft pick, owen power. your hesitancy to take owen’s hand had nothing to do with owen himself and everything to do with who he was; star hockey player for the university of michigan who was bound to go pro once their season came to an end. but you needed the help, and his proposition was too good to pass up. ever since your crush on kent johnson formed, you’ve been looking for a way to get closer to him, and this was the perfect opportunity.

that’s right. owen’s caught you ogling at his best friend and roommate one too many times for it to be a coincidence. so when he proposed that the two of you fake date to make kent jealous and “light a fire under kent’s ass” (owen’s words not yours), the obvious answer was yes. it took a lot of pondering, but eventually you agreed to his idea, hence putting you in the situation you were in now.

“but we need some rules,” you added, pulling your hand from his. owen smiled, a little half smile that definitely didn’t compare to his real one. “whatever you want sweetheart,” he agreed. you couldn’t help the small flush that appeared on your cheeks at the pet name. this was going to be a lot.

“let’s meet tomorrow for lunch. at the chipotle off campus?” you suggested. “sure,” owen agreed, chomping on his gum. “where’s your phone?” he continued, holding his hand out for the device. at the sight of your confused look and raised eyebrows he huffed, “what? i just want to give you my number.” “oh right,” you mumbled, handing him the device with a blank contact. his fingers glided over the keyboard as he entered his information into your phone. “text me a time. actually, what class do you have? i’ll pick you up,” he said, eyes looking at you expectantly.

“um poetry but,” you started before he cut you off, “right your class with kent.” you glared at his tone, one filled with teasing and something else you couldn’t decipher. owen smiled again at the sight of your angry face. you were cute. “i’ll pick you up and we’ll go to lunch, sound good?” he asked, but deep down you knew it was really a question. “perfect,” you agreed, a fake smile on your lips. “great! see you tomorrow babe,” he cheered before walking out of the lecture hall, leaving you stunned into silence.

walking out of poetry class, you were surprised to see owen standing there. he was leaning against the wall, scrolling through his phone aimlessly. you stopped for a moment, just admiring the beauty that was owen power. he was wearing gray sweats and a random michigan hockey shirt, along with his signature glasses that made him look just the right amount of nerdy.

after some random person shoved you, you realized that you were blocking the hallway. you walked over to owen, clearing your throat as a signal that you were there. “hey. i’m ready to go when you are,” you said, a somewhat forced smile on your face. “me too. let me take your books,” he replied, grabbing the assortment of materials from your hands. “you don’t have to,” you tried to protest, but one look from owen had your mouth snapping shut. just as the two of you were about to walk away, someone called out owen’s name, and you knew exactly who it was.

“what are you doing here?” the blonde asked, walking up to the two of you. “i have a date, remember?” owen answered, subtly gesturing to you. kent’s eyebrows furrowed, his bottom lip jutting out even more than it already was. “i didn’t think you were being serious,” came kent’s reply. your cringed, the sting from his words already hitting you. owen must have noticed because he huffed in annoyance, “funny kent. now if you’ll excuse us, my girlfriend and i have a lunch date to get to.” those were the final words of the conversation as owen began leading the way out of the building.

the walk to chipotle was pretty much silent. there were minimal things to talk about anyways. “listen, about the comment, he didn’t mean anything by it. you’re great and what kent said had nothing to do with you--” owen started to explain, but you cut him off: “it’s fine owen. besides, it's not like we’re really dating anyway.” if you didn’t know any better you’d say his face fell at your words.

“so what are these rules?” owen asked once the two of you sat down at a table in the back corner of chipotle. you felt heat creep up your cheeks at his intense stare. “i don’t know. i’d just figured we’d want rules so no one gets attached,” you mumbled, looking at owen shyly. “and is that what you’re worried about? getting attached?” he asked, and while you originally thought he was teasing, there was nothing but sincerity in his eyes. you neglected to answer, instead pulling out a piece of paper to write the agreed rules on.

“okay so you can pick me up from class, if you want to obviously, and i’ll meet you at your classes too,” you said, looking at owen for confirmation. “i’ll pick you up from class and walk you there. you can do the same for me, if that’s what you want. keep things equal between us,” he agreed and you nodded, jotting down the first rule.

this continued for some time until things started to get a bit more intense. “you come to all my home games. in my jersey,” he said, but it came off as more of a demand. “all of them?” you asked, biting your lip. “every single one. besides this will give you a chance to see kent play too,” owen replied, wiggling his eyebrows at the last part. you rolled your eyes at his words, huffing in annoyance. “fine. but i’m not wearing the jersey,” you said. “um yes you are. people need to know that you’re my girl, babe,” owen rebutted, giving you a pointed look.

and he was right, of course. how were you supposed to be fake dating owen power if you don’t even wear his jersey to his games? “fine. but it’s just for show,” you relented. “mhm sure,” owen answered, taking a bite of his food.

“and what about kissing?” you asked, causing a loud choking sound to come from the boy across from you. you sat up straight, leaning over the table to make sure he was all right. he continued to cough for a few seconds, but gathered himself almost immediately. once the coughing subsided, owen looked at you, and that's how you noticed the closeness between you two; noses barely touching, as his brown eyes met yours. a blush covered both your cheeks as you sat back down. “let’s not plan that out,” he mumbled, and you nodded, writing down the word kiss with a question mark next to it.

game tonight. stop by the locker room for the jersey

that was the text you saw displayed on your screen at the end of your midday lecture. this whole fake dating thing with owen had been going on for a couple of weeks now. the two of you walked each other to class, holding hands, parted ways with a hug and “kiss on the cheek” (because if people looked hard enough they would see that his lips barely grazed your skin), and then met up again afterwards for a small coffee or lunch date. it was going great. owen was a nice guy and fun to be around. he was also so smart and helped you out with your homework and studying on more than one account.

today, however, was his first game since this establishment. it was going to be your big debut, as owen called it, and he had everything all mapped out. you would arrive early, just before warm ups, to meet him at the end of the tunnel, where he would give you his spare jersey. then you would sit in the children of yost section, and he’d make a big show of waving to you during warm ups. from there the team would go on to win the game (fingers crossed) and the two of you would celebrate with his friends at the after party.

“a foolproof plan,” owen explained over lunch. “yeah totally foolproof. not a single thing could go wrong,” you said, sarcasm dripping from your voice. owen gave you a pointed look, but the smile threatening to make its way onto his face won over. “just keep an open mind,” he begged and you nodded, a small smile on your face as you continued to eat lunch.

now you are standing at the entrance of the tunnel, fidgeting with your phone. you texted owen a couple of minutes ago and he replied saying that he’d be right out. finally, he came through the tunnel. his pads and skates were on, but no jersey. yet he still managed to look really good, and you had to physically stop your jaw from dropping.

“hey,” he greeted. “hey. excited?” you asked, sticking your hands in the back pockets of your jeans as you rocked on your heels. “yeah. a little nervous too, but i think we have a good shot,” owen said, a hand running through his long hair. “yeah?” you asked. “yeah,” he answered. the two of you stood there, neither of you making a move. “so the jersey?” you pushed, nodding towards the maize colored jersey. “oh right,” he mumbled, handing it to you.

you took the piece of clothing from him, inspecting the size. it was huge, going down to your mid thigh at least, and you’d definitely have to roll up the sleeves. “put it on. i want to see,” owen begged, a childish whine in his voice. you laughed, but obliged to his request with no problems. just as anticipated, the jersey was huge. “i look like a child,” you groaned, eyeing the length. you expected owen to have some smart comeback, or completely deny your accusation, but instead he said nothing.

your eyes now moved from the ginormous jersey, to the tall giant in front of you. “what?” you asked softly, a blush coating your cheeks when you noticed his intense stare and wide opened mouth. again, owen didn’t say anything. “this was a bad idea. i should take it off,” you rambled, lifting the hem of the jersey, but owen stopped you. “no don’t. you look great, really great. please keep it on,” he whispered, fingers wrapping around your wrist. “okay o, i’ll keep it on,” you agreed, letting the fabric slip from your grasp. the air was heavy as his hand dropped yours, eyes still locked on you. “i um…i should go…team meeting and all,” he explained, a large hand rubbing the back of his neck. “yeah. yeah. i’ll see you after, okay?” you said and he nodded, turning to head back the way he came from.

“oh and owen,” you called, grabbing his hand just before he stepped out of reach. “hmm?” “good luck,” you whispered, standing on your tiptoes as you left a gentle kiss on his jaw.

the game ended up going really well. the boys pulled off a huge win over michigan state, leading to an absolute rager at one of their hockey houses. “we’re going,” owen decided for you, taking your hand in his as he led you to the house. it was clear that he was on an adrenaline high; owen had scored a goal but also had an assist. (at least that’s what the people around you kept saying.) he made a big show of pointing to you during his goal celebration, letting everybody know that the two of you were “together”.

“are you nervous?” you asked, the hockey house coming into view. “no, why?” owen asked, looking down at you. “dunno. i just figured you would be. these are your friends after all,” you mumbled. “it’ll be fine. they really want to meet you. besides this is the perfect opportunity for you to get kent’s attention,” he said, bumping your shoulder towards the end. you don’t know why, but a small frown came over your face at the mention of kent. you hadn’t thought about the blonde since this whole thing started; your thoughts were consumed by a tall brunette.

owen guided you up the stairs of the hockey house, one hand resting on the small of your back as you walked in front of him. he pulled the door open, waiting for you to enter the already bustling house. “big dog’s here!” someone shouted, causing a series of whoops and shouts to chorus throughout the room.

owen smiled, a red tint coating his cheeks. he was so cute, you thought, watching him with a fond smile. “let’s go get a drink,” he said, directing you to the kitchen. the second you entered the small area, you were ambushed by a bunch of rowdy boys. you recognized some of them as owen’s teammates, but you couldn’t remember any names.

“finally brought your girlfriend around, o?” one of them asked, a teasing smirk on his face. he was tiny, much smaller than owen, and blonde. owen rolled his eyes at the guy’s words, eliciting a couple laughs from the group. “this is y/n. y/n these are the guys,” he introduced, gesturing to the boys in front of you. “hi,” you said, offering them a small wave.

“what do you want to drink?” owen asked, drawing your attention back to him. “um…lemonade i don’t know. i don’t really drink,” you answered. the blonde guy from earlier scoffed, throwing an arm over your shoulder. “oh that’s gonna change real quick,” he promised, taking it upon himself to make you a mixed drink.

hours later, and you were not only well acquainted with the team, but with drinking. you found out that the blonde guy was named thomas and that he and brendan were pong champs. somehow, and you have no idea how, the two of them had roped you into playing a game of pong with them. they partnered you up with mackie, one of the freshmen, and insisted that they would go easy on you. that strategy didn’t seem to be working in their favor though.

“let’s go!” mackie shouted, high fiving you as the two of you won your third game in a row. “woo!” you cheered, jumping around excitedly. “dude! do better!” brendan shouted at thomas, causing the two of them to start playing the blame game.

it was the loud commotion that attracted owen’s attention. he smiled at the sight of you interacting with his friends. you caught him staring, smiling widely at him. you waved him over, calling his name over the loud music. owen walked over to you, stopping when he reached your side.

“owen! guess what? mackie and i keep winning,” you cheered, gesturing wildly to the younger boy. “oh yeah?” owen asked, trying to suppress a chuckle. you were so cute. “yeah. maybe you and i can play together,” you said, tapping his chest at your great idea. “i don’t think so honey. i think we should go home,” he answered, watching as a pout settled on your lips. “but i’m having so much fun. can’t we stay for a little longer?” you begged, leaning into him. owen shook his head, before explaining that it would be best if you left. “you can come over another time,” he promised, causing your eyes to twinkle in happiness.

“really?” you asked softly, voice taking on an excited tone as your eyes lit up with happiness. “really,” owen answered, intertwining your fingers with his. he smiled fondly at you, nothing but love and adoration swimming in his brown eyes hidden behind those nerdy glasses. “okay. just let me say goodbye first,” you agreed, dropping one of your hands. he watched as you pulled mackie into a side hug, yet still managed to keep him close (not that owen would dream of letting you wander off).

after you’d made your rounds, and owen told the important people that he was heading out for the night, the two of you exited the still wild party. the cool crisp air hit your skin as you walked down the steps and onto the front lawn. “it’s kind of chilly,” you mumbled, stepping closer to owen, who’s body radiated heat like a personal heater. “here,” he began, sliding his arms out of the varsity jacket adorning the school’s logo.

“what owen--” you tried protesting, but he silenced you with a ‘hush’. drunk you didn’t have the energy to argue because you held your arms out, allowing him to slip the jacket onto your shoulders. immediately you were encompassed in the smell that was owen, causing your shoulders to relax and comfort to seep into your bones. “thanks babe,” you said, grabbing his hand in yours once again. that was the first time you called owen babe, but he figured now wasn’t the best time to mention it.

“this physics homework is kicking my ass,” you complained, your head dropping into your hands as your pencil slid across the library table. currently, you and owen were having an impromptu study date in one of the library’s study rooms. he chuckled at your misery, causing you to lift your head up and frown at him. “it’s not funny owen. i’m actually really struggling,” you said, frowning a bit. “let me see it,” he asked, holding his hands out for your paper.

you smiled, happy to be getting some help from the physics genius himself. “what are you taking mech? or electrical?” he asked. your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at his question. “it’s just physics 101. i need it for my major,” you explained. “i see,” he mumbled, eyes completely focused on the paper while yours were completely focused on him. you watched with deep fascination as his brown eyes scanned the words on the page. you could basically see the mathematical gears turning in his head as he tried to decipher the problem and your chicken scratch handwriting. understanding lit up his eyes, as a small “aha” escaped his previously pursed lips.

“you used the wrong equation here,” he started before going on a physics tangent involving the correct equations, solving steps, and substitutions. he was leaning over the table, watching intently as you worked to make the corrections necessary. when you finally finished the problem, you turned to look out the windows of the study room, the ones that gave you a perfect view of the library. you were surprised, but not shocked, a group of michigan hockey players staring at you like animals in a zoo.

you blushed when they began making kissy faces at the two of you, brendan holding up a heart with his hands. owen just rolled his eyes, shaking his head gently at their antics. their laughs echoed in the previously quiet room as they all barged in. scraping the chairs against the floor to match their loud, teasing voices. kent took the seat next to owen, nudging the taller boy’s shoulder, shooting him a look that made fun of him in a loving manner. owen’s cheeks flamed and he turned his attention back to you, who was chatting with brendan and thomas while completing the physics homework.

you must have felt his eyes on you because you looked up. the second your eyes connected your cheeks turned the same shade as his, but you quickly averted your attention back to your studies.

weeks of fake dating turned into a month of fake dating. a month of fake dating turned into two weekend series at home and one away, all of which required you to wear owen’s jersey. all of them that made your feelings for owen abundantly clear.

maybe this whole thing started out as a way for you to gain kent’s attention, but now you didn’t even care. kent had started talking to you more and texting you, but he didn’t hold your interest the way owen did. you from the past would have been thrilled by the attention, but now, it was unwanted and unwelcome. leading to your current predicament, how to tell owen that you wanted to date him in a realm outside of making kent jealous, rules, and all things fake. studying provided the perfect excuse for you to execute your foolproof plan. (granted you did have a test to study for but it could wait.)

that night, you skipped out on some party that owen’s friends were hosting under the guise that you needed to prepare for the upcoming week. owen, like the great person that he is, offered to stay back and help you, but you declined his gracious offer. every couple of minutes owen would send you either a text or snap from the party claiming that he was bored and wished you were there. but he hasn’t sent you anything in almost half an hour, and you were disappointed to admit that it was getting to you.

just as you were about to get back to studying, after checking your phone of course, there was a knock on your door. your eyebrows furrowed, thinking that maybe your roommate lost her key again. but you were surprised to find owen standing there, holding a box of pizza, a six pack of coke, and a bag of your favorite candy.

“owen? what are you doing here?” you asked, stepping to the side so that he could walk into your room. “i missed you, and the party was boring. so i thought why not stop by to see my favorite girl, and convince her to watch cloud nine with me,” he said, with a sweet smile on his face as he held the box of pizza out as a peace offering.

“aww owen. i’d love to,” you replied, taking the food from his hands and setting it down on your desk chair. “good because this would have been so awkward otherwise,” he mumbled. you laughed at his words, standing on your tiptoes to throw your arms around his shoulders, linking your fingers together behind his neck.

“thank you for coming,” you whispered, looking into his beautiful eyes. “you’re welcome,” he answered, arms tightening around your waist just a bit. “i um…actually i wanted to tell you something,” he mumbled shyly, a nervous look in his eyes. “me too,” you replied, stepping away from him ever so slightly, allowing for some space between you two. “you go first,” he insisted, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

you took a breath, taking a moment to appreciate the man standing in front of you. part of you knew that this could be the last time you see him. “i have a crush on you. it’s more than a crush actually, and i’d rather date you for real than be in a fake relationship,” you confessed, twiddling your thumbs as you waited for his answer.

owen’s mouth parted in shock, and he stood there silently for a couple of minutes before answering. “me too. err well i mean i’d like to date you too, for real,” he explained, causing a large smile to take over your face. you laughed, throwing your arms around his neck as his arms wrapped around your midsection, lifting you in a circle. your laughter echoed through the room as he put you back on the ground.

“i’m so glad that you asked me to be your fake girlfriend,” you whispered, forehead resting against his. “i’m so glad that i came up with this foolproof plan,” owen replied, and you quirked an eyebrow at that. “well it’s not entirely foolproof,” you teased. “oh really? explain,” he demanded. “we still have an issue of kissing to sort out,” you answered. “ah right. how about i kiss you now? and then again later? how about i kiss you everyday? is that a new rule, one kiss a day?” he asked, leaning in closer to you. “i think more than one kiss a day is fine,” you decided, allowing his lips to meet yours in what could only be described as the best kiss in fake dating to lovers' history.

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uluvjay · 6 months

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Post game celebrations- O. Power

Owen power x fem! Reader

In which you make sure Owen properly celebrates once he gets home

Warnings?; SMUT, p in v, unprotected sex(USE PROTECTION), oral(m receiving), cursing, kissing, dirty talk, porn with a small plot

“Baby?” Owen called as he stepped into your shared apartment.

“Living room!” You called out the the boy.

He walked in to find you seated on the couch, one of his shirts covering your frame.

“You did so good tonight” you smiled up at him, grabbing his hand to pull him down next to you on the couch.

You sadly hadn’t been able to attend the game due to work but had gotten home just in time to watch him score the game winning goal.

“Thank you” he blushed, leaning down to pull you into a kiss.

Owen had meant for it to be a sweet ‘I missed you today’ kiss but he could help the groan that escaped him when your hands pushed him back into the soft cushions and your thighs slotted over his.

“M’ so proud of you O” you whispered, lips beginning a trail down his throat.

However you were stopped by the collar of his dress shirt, “is it okay if I take this off?” You breathed into his ear.

“Mhm” he quickly nodded.

A smirk broke out on your face as your fingers began to work open the expensive shirt, fingers moving slowly taking your sweat time with each button.

“So pretty” you praised as your lips pressed against the now exposed skin, causing a sharp intake of breath from the man below you.

You continued your way down his body, lips pressing against the pale skin of his abdomen as you slowly sunk to the floor between his spread legs.

“Baby you don’t have to” he spoke

“I want to, you deserve it Owen” you replied to the boy before your hands made their way to his belt, fingers hastily working to get it undone.

“Shit” he breathed as you freed his aching cock from the confinement of his boxers.

A deep moan broke from Owen’s throat at the feeling of your cold hand wrapping around the base of his cock.

His back arched as your tongue finally made contact with his tip, slowly moving around the angry red skin in little kitten licks.

Slowly you moved your head down, slight gags escaping as you did your best to take him all the way down your throat.

Shivers ran through Owen’s body as you hallowed your cheeks, bobbing your head as your hands worked what you couldn’t fit.

“Baby-fuck” he cried, head thrown back onto the cushion behind him allowing you to see his pretty neck.

Pulling off from his cock with a loud pop Owen finally got a clear view of your entire face, tears streaming over your cheeks, lips swollen and covered in spit, cheeks flushed and hot.

“God you’re so pretty” he groaned, locking a hand into your hair and pulling you up to his lips.

“Owen, I wanted to take of you” your whimpered as he completely pulled your body back onto the couch.

“I know but I can’t take it anymore, need to fuck you” he was practically aching to get inside of you.

Completely stripped of his left over clothing the boy slotted himself between your thighs, pushing up his shirt that swallowed your body to reveal your little lacy underwear you’d put on just for him.

“All for me?” He smirked

“All for you O, always you”

Owen pulled your panties down your legs before lifting one over his shoulder, running his dripping head through your folds.

“Shit” you cried at the feeling of him pressing into you.

A shared moan filled the air as he bottomed out, he stayed unmoving for a moment, allowing you to get adjusted to his length.

“Fuck Owen, move please.” You begged, hands moving up to his bare back.

With a hand gripping the leg that rested over his shoulder and one placed next to your head Owen began moving in fast thrusts.

Sounds of slapping skin and pathetic whimpers filled the small living room, the springs of the couch squeaking from his movements.

“So tight” he groaned into your neck, his lips moving along your sticky skin.

He could feel your walls already beginning to clench around him, your breath picking up at every thrust his hips made.

“Oh-Owen! I’m getting close” you gasped, nails ranking down his back; no doubt leaving raw scratches at the skin.

“I know, c’mon baby. Come for me” he encouraged.

The moan that escaped your throat at the feeling of his thump coming in contact with your clit was downright pornographic, walls somehow tightening around him even more.

“I-shit. M’ Coming O” you cried as you felt the knot that had formed in your tummy breaking, sobs filling the room as your body shook under his large one.

“Such a good girl, I’m almost there baby” he growled, the feeling of your orgasm bringing him closer to his.

Owen’s thrusts became sloppy and desperate as he chased the high he so desperately needed, soft grunts and groans escaping him as he felt him self slipping.

“I’m coming” he cried as his large body stilled on top of yours, a shiver running down his spine as the euphoric feeling took over his body.

“Fuck” he groaned as he let himself rest against your body.

He nuzzled into your neck as your fingers began running through his dark locks.

“Good celebration?” You giggled.

“The best, thank you baby”

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powermakar · 1 year

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Keep Your Glasses On - Owen Power

Author's note: Ok so I 100% definitely have a glasses kink and Owen wearing his glasses just does something to me so I wrote this for all of us horny people.

Part two: You Don't Need Your Glasses for This

Summary: Pure filthy smut with no plot whatsoever

Words: 1.1k

Warnings: Praise kink, glasses kink, whiny Owen, cocky Owen, swear words, pretty much every warning that comes with pure smut

Owen’s game had just ended and you knew it would be a while before he got home from dealing with all of the press. You took that time to prepare for your celebration of Owen’s first multi-point NHL game. A dark blue matching set to represent the Saber’s blue always ended up being Owen’s favorite set of lingerie. Throwing a jersey on with the familiar number 25 sprawled across the back, you lay down on your and Owen’s bed.

You hear a jingle of keys and the front door opens so you call out, “In here Owen!”. Owen walks into the room and looks you up and down with his eyes blazing with heat.

“All of this for me baby?” Owen smirks.

“All and only for you,” you say, sliding one side of the jersey up so he can get a glance at your blue, lace thong. He just groans in response and drops the coat of his suit to the floor and loosens his tie. “Is it getting a little hot in here? Maybe I should take this off so it’ll be cooler” you say, pulling the jersey over your head and revealing your bra. The cold air hits your nipples making them pucker and you let out a little moan. All Owen can do is stare at you. “Take a picture, it'll last longer,” you tease. With those words, Owen’s head snaps up with a questioning look. “Maybe next time O, but right now I need you to come over and do something to me”.

“You have no idea how much I wanted to leave but those reporters kept asking me questions and all I could think of was you,” Owen says while running a finger around the waistband of your thong and snapping it back against your skin. All you can do is squirm and move his hand closer to your pussy. “Not yet, baby, we need to get you wetter,” he says.

“Please Owen I need your dick or fingers or at least something!” you groan.

“Aw, are we begging now? Are you that horny that you can’t wait anymore? It’s a little pathetic if I’m being honest,” Owen says knowing it’ll rile you up a little more.

“If you don’t want to help me, then I’ll just do it myself,” you smirk rubbing your clit through your panties.

This must have made him angry because he pins both of your arms above your head and growls, “You follow exactly what I say and if you don’t you’ll get punished”.

You wanted to try something new and giggle, “Yes sir”.

“Fuck y/n,” Owen groans and unbuttons his shirt, and throws it to the floor. “If you want to play that game I can play it with you”. Owen unhooks your bra and throws it somewhere in the room. He starts toying with both of your nipples making you moan and lift your hips against his thigh to feel any sort of friction. “So impatient y/n,” Owen says before he starts to suck on your right nipple.

“Owen please,” you whine.

“Fine, only because I want to hear you scream my name,” he says, taking his glasses off.

“No Owen, keep your glasses on.” He just shrugs and puts them back on. You pull your panties down your legs and throw them to the floor. Owen spreads your legs and begins to eat your pussy out with his glasses on. Moaning, you reach your hand into his hair and lift your hips up.

“You taste so good sweetheart,” Owen says before going back down and licking your clit.

“Fuck Owen I’m going to cum soon,” you moan loudly. You can feel Owen pick up the pace and before you know it your vision goes blurry as an orgasm rips through your body. You pull Owen up for a kiss, seeing that his glasses had some of your wetness on them making you even more turned on. “Oh my God Owen,” you moan.

He smirks and says, “round two?” before shoving two of his thick, long, calloused fingers into your hole. “You want more, huh? Such a slut for me baby girl. You are doing such a good job,” Owen praises. Your orgasm is approaching quickly and Owen knows it. He uses his other hand to rub small circles against your clit as you cry out.

“Owen, fuck, baby I want your dick now please.” With that Owen stands up to take his belt and pants off before reaching for a condom on the nightstand. He then picks you up and gently throws you on top of him.

“I want you to ride my dick like the good girl I know you are,” he demands. Smirking, you slide the condom down his dick, pumping it a few times before sliding down on him. It takes you a minute or two before you can fully adjust to his size and you start moving up and down. “Fuck y/n your pussy feels so good,” he moans. This was one of your favorite versions of Owen, the cocky then whiny Owen.

“You like that, huh? You love it when I ride you,” you tease. All Owen can do is let out a small whine in response. He begins to thrust his hips up to meet you halfway but you quickly put a stop to that. “Let me do some of the work tonight babe”. Looking at him you see his glasses are starting to fog up, his jaw is slacked, and his hair is starting to stick to his forehead from his sweat. “You have no idea how much I love your glasses, Owen, They are one of my favorite things,” you say before pulling him into a kiss.

“I’ll wear them more often just for you,” he says before letting out another moan. “I’m so close y/n.”

“Me too baby”. With those words, he rubs your clit with his thumb. “Cum with me O,” you moan. Sure enough, both of you cum at the same time letting out breathy moans. Laying down on his chest he wraps his arms around your body. “Congratulations on your first multi-point game Owen. I love you”.

“I love you too y/n,” he says, pulling you into another kiss after. “I would love to continue this but I have to get up early tomorrow and I have to clean my glasses off.” All you can do is laugh. He pulls out of your hole and you groan at the emptiness. “I know baby”.

Owen comes back with a warm washcloth to wipe you clean. “Maybe you should get a hat trick so we can do this again”.

“I’ll try,” he laughs, turning off the lamp and snuggling you in close.