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Thighs-M. Verstappen
Max Verstappen x fem! reader
In which Max always catches you staring at his thighs and finally does something about it
Warnings?; smut, thigh riding, cursing, kissing, pet names, slight degradation, slight overstimulation, i apologize for any errors I missed!
It was no secret that max had nice thighs, and it was no secret to your boyfriend how attracted you were to his thighs.
The Dutchman had caught you staring at them on multiple occasions yet any time he’d lock eyes with you, your head was snapping in the opposite direction with a growing blush on your cheeks.
However lately he’s caught your eyes locked on them a bit more than usual and since you weren’t going to do anything about, he would.
He had planned a nice dinner for the two of you, not giving you many details besides to keep it casual and to be ready by seven.
“Almost ready Schat?” He questioned as he passed by your vanity on the way to your walk in closet.
“Mhm, just have to get dressed.” You smiled up at him, head tipping back to rest on his stomach as he was stood behind your seated form.
“Me too.” He smiled back, leaning down to place a kiss to your hair before heading to the closet.
He had already seen your outfit laid out on the bed, a smirk forming on his face as he pulled out his own clothes but more importantly the jeans that were a bit tight around his thighs and always had your eyes locked on the thick muscles.
He hadn’t realized how long he had taken until you were calling out for him and asking if he was ready.
“Yeah I’m ready.” He called back, sliding on his shoes and pulling one of his jackets from a hanger.
He smiled as he exited the closet to find you stood in front of your floor to ceiling mirror touching up your lipgloss, dressed in jeans similar to his, a nice black sweater, heels, and the purse he’d gotten you for your birthday.
“You look gorgeous baby.” He praised.
“Thank you.” You blushed turning to face him.
Max smirked at your sharp intake of air as your eyes raked over his body, stopping at the denim that hugged his thighs.
“Everything okay Schat?”
“Huh?-oh um yeah.” You blushed, “You look very handsome.” You said smiling as you made way to him and placed a soft kiss to his lips.
You may have did your best to cover up the lust in your eyes but max had already caught the little sparkle.
“We better get going before we’re late.” You spoke up before turning around and heading downstairs.
The ride to the restaurant was tense to say the least, you could feel the desire growing in your stomach and the dull throb beginning between your legs.
Taking glances at Maxes thighs every chance you got, eyes lingering on them a bit too much and getting caught multiple times in the process.
Getting out of the tight sports car felt like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders and thankfully you and max had been sat across from one another allowing the dinner to be relaxing however, the throbbing in between your thighs never seemed to disappear.
The ride home was a bit better than before, you being able to calm yourself down and force the sinful thoughts of riding your boyfriends thighs until you physically couldn’t go anymore to the back of your mind.
Max walked into your shared apartment first, greeting your screaming cats first before they moved onto you, rubbing their soft bodies against your legs.
“Hi my babies.” You greeted the bengals.
You moved to set your purse down on the entryway table, kicking off your tight heels with a sigh of relief
“Baby?” Max called, “can you come here for a second?”
You followed his voice into the living room, stopping in the doorway as you found his legs spread wide, jacket thrown on the opposite side of the couch while he looked at you with an evil smirk.
“Y-yeah?” You questioned.
“Come here” he spoke softly but you could hear his lustful rasp hidden below.
You made your way to stand in between his still spread legs, a gasp escaping you as his large hands reached for the button and zipper of your jeans.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking care of something.” He mumbled, eyes not bothering to look up as he pulled the denim down your legs revealing you dark blue thong.
He reached a hand out instinctively as you stepped out of your jeans before pulling you down on top of him by the hand you had placed in his for balance.
He positioned your body to rest over one of his thighs, a cocky smirk forming at the way you whimpered when your lace covered cunt came into contact with it.
“Max what’s going on?” You questioned your boyfriend once again.
“You’re going to ride my thigh until you cum, I’ve seen the way you look at them baby, I know you want to do it.”
You couldn’t help the moan that bubbled out at his words, he knew you better than you knew yourself at this point, always knowing exactly what you wanted or needed without you even having to vocalize it.
“Bu-“
“No buts Schat, now be a good girl and get yourself off on my thigh.” He instructed as he leaned back into the couch, strong arms spreading along the back of the couch.
You did as you were told, allowing your aching and dripping cunt to begin moving back and forth starting with a small momentum.
However that didn’t last for long as the new sense of pleasure took over your body and soon your hips were moving shamelessly as you humped your boyfriend’s thigh.
Max was truly struggling to control himself, watching as whimpered on top of him, the wet spot that had formed below you no doubt ruining his jeans but he could care less.
Not when your head was thrown back in pure ecstasy, and your freshly manicured nails began to claw at his expensive shirt.
“Doing so good Baby..this is what you’ve been wanting right? To hump my thigh like a little bitch in heat?” He taunted.
You hated how your pussy clenched at his dirty words, but after all it was the truth.
“Yes, fuck yes max..feels so good.” You whined, opening your eyes to stare down into his blue ones.
That’s when he snapped, one of his hands coming to tangle in your hair before tugging you down and slamming his lips against yours in a hot kiss.
His tongue pushed its way into your mouth, leaving you no room to protest as his mouth dominated yours leaving you breathless on top of him.
You were both panting by the time he pulled away, his lips trailing down your throat as he left wet kisses around your skin followed by small nips.
“max I’m getting close.” You breathed, hips beginning to stutter as you could feel the fire in your lower stomach intensifying.
“Yeah? Gonna come for me pretty girl?”
“Fuck!..yes max, so close.” You cried loudly hips noticeably slowing as you did your best to keep up with your previous pace and the overpowering pleasure taking over your body.
Max dropped his hands to your hips, holding on tight at he guided your body over the thick muscle, repeatedly clenching and unclenching it to add more pressure to your sensitive cunt.
You cried out as your high overtook your body, mind going fuzzy as you slumped against max, thighs and body shaking as he continued working you through your high.
You whimpered into his neck as he slowly brought his movements to an end, finally stopping when your hand shot out to grip his wrist and a pathetic whimper fell from your mouth.
“I know baby, I know..did so good for me.” He praised as he placed kissed to the side of your head, holing your panting body close to his strong one.
You two sat like that for awhile until you finally pulled yourself away from his chest and pulled him into a slow and loving kiss, thanking him for giving you what you needed.
“That was so good.” You mumbled against his lips before pulled away.
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.” You nodded bashfully, a deep blush growing on your lips.
“Could have done it a long time ago if you would’ve just asked instead of hiding it.” He spoke softly reaching a hand up to stroke your cheek, his heart warming as you leaned into his palm.
“I know..but something tells me we’ll be doing it quite often now.” You smirked.
“Oh will we?” He smirked right back, his lustful gaze quickly returning.
“We most certainly will be.” You giggled, dipping down to pull him into a hot kiss.
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#max verstappen x you#max verstappen imagine#max verstappen x reader#max verstappen smut#max verstappen#max verstappen x y/n#formula one smut#formula one fluff#f1 fluff#f1 smut#f1 x reader#f1 imagine#f1 fic
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First of all thank you for the Rempe content
Second of all, I’ve been thinking about this:
You’ve been dating Matt since just after he got to Seattle. You’re openly aware of his fighting and you don’t mind it but once he gets to the NHL you can’t help but let the media and the backlash get to you about Matt fighting. When he gets ejected from a game on a match penalty, you find yourself going down to see him, clearly upset and trying to drill into it him that he doesn’t have to fight all these people, he has nothing to prove. He doesn’t see it that way and you two go back and forth for a little while. He turns to you and says ‘this is who I am. I am working on it, I ask you to accept that’ or something like that and then you have to accept that his fighting is a thing but it doesn’t mean you’re happy about it still. So now every time he gets in a fight he brings you flowers and chocolate after the game
kisses
matt rempe x fem! reader
warnings?: cursing, mild arguing, fluff, kisses
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“matthew rempe.” you yell busting open the door.
“jesus you scared me.” he jumps, giggling.
“what have i fucking told you matt.” you say sternly as the boy sits down in front of you.
“what?” he shrugs.
“matt please for the love of god stop all this fighting crap. i mean it.” you press, tears welling up in your eyes.
“it’s fun, i never mean any harm by it.” he replies.
“matt, i know. but please. just stop. for your own sake and the sake of your health please. it hurts my heart having to stitch you up after every game. please just at least take a break from it, or only fight when it’s necessary. i just wanna see my boys face healthy again.” you say wiping a tear of frustration that fell.
“come here baby.” he says lowly, opening his arms for you to sit on his leg as you brushed his soft hair from his face.
“i’m sorry, i didn’t know you felt that way. i’ll try to dim it down okay? this is just the kind of player i choose to be y/n, and that’s how it is but i promise im gonna try to dial it down for you.” he says pressing a kiss to your temple.
“but just know if any guy ever chirps about you they’re dead, okay?” he giggles wiping your tears away gently with his thumb.
“okay.” you smile lightly, finding it hard to ever stay mad at him.
“and i’m sorry for getting ejected again, i know you like staying for the whole game.” he giggles with his chin rested on your shoulder in a hug.
“it’s okay baby. i can’t be mad at being able to have you at home sooner. i always miss you when i can’t come.” you giggle, scratching his scalp with your nails, something he always loved you doing.
“is it bad that i feel that way too.” he says pulling away, locking eyes with you.
“no it just means you love me.” you smile, squishing his cheeks like a baby before he pulls your hand away.
“would you stop that, you know i don’t like it.” he laughs
“well i think it’s funny, and i feel in this moment you deserved it.”
“touché”
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“matt.” you mumble under your breath as you sat on the couch with a load of emails on your laptop, the game on your tv. of course, another fight. a much more evenly matched one this time. you shut your laptop with anxiety waiting for the final buzzer of the game to sound, eventually dozing off as your mind scrambled at what possible injuries you would have to ice or stitch tonight.
“y/n?” you wake up to the sound of matt’s voice in a low volume, trying not to startle you as his hand rested softly on your leg.
“what, huh? oh my gosh.” you say realizing that you had fallen asleep.
“i got you these.” matt says, revealing the gorgeous bouquet of roses and your favorite chocolate.
“awe matt what is this for?” you ask with your lip pouted, observing the sight in front of you. a beautiful bunch of roses and your beautiful boyfriend.
“for breaking my promise. i’m sorry baby.” he says as you lean over to kiss him on the lips.
“it’s okay my love, you know how hard it is for me to stay mad at you for literally anything. these are beautiful.” you smile lightly at him.
“i had to hand pick them, only the best for my beautiful girl.” he smiles kissing your hand delicately.
“but seriously, promise after tonight, im gonna try to be better.” he swears, setting the objects on the coffee table.
“all i ask is for you to try.” you reply as you stand up, wrapping yourself up in his large frame.
“i’ll think of you out there, every game. every time i get challenged. i swear to god i will.” he mumbles into your hair as he kisses you on top of the head.
“i love you so much.” you say looking up into his deep brown eyes.
“i love you too.” he smiles, leaning down to attach your lips once again.
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Please-Q. Byfield
Quinton Byfield x fem! Reader
In which all you have to do is tell him what you need
Warnings?; smut, penetrative sex, p in v, unprotected sex( a big no no), thigh riding, cursing, pet names, kissing, after care, I apologize for any errors!
“Q..please.” You whimpered against his lips, doing your best to grind your hips down against his muscular thigh despite the tight grip his hands had on your hips.
“Please what baby?” The forward smirked up at you.
You huffed in frustration once again attempting to grind down but the man’s grip only tightened giving you no room to try again.
“Gotta ask for what you want, how am I supposed to know if you don’t ask hmm?”
You groaned at the sound of amusement in his voice, knowing he was enjoying every moment of this pleasurable torture.
“C-can I please ride your thigh?” You asked softly.
Quinton couldn’t help the grin that broke out on his lips, eyes darkening as he let up his grip and guided your dripping core to his thigh, enjoying the way your head dropped back and the soft gasp that escaped your lips as he began to move you back and forth over the tattooed skin.
“Fuck..” you cried as he flexed his thigh allowing for more pressure against your core.
Your hands gripped tightly onto the cushion behind him, stabilizing yourself as the pleasure began to overtake your senses.
You mind went blank as the hot feeling in your lower belly spread throughout your body, his large hands feeling hot against the bare skin of your hips.
“So good Q.” You moaned as you opened your eyes back up to look into his lust filled ones.
A shiver ran down the boys back at the fucked out look in your eyes, his own want and need taking over at the feeling of your cunt leaving his thigh wet and messy.
“Fuck this.” He mumbled.
You didn’t have time to take in his words before his hands were moving down to your thighs and you were quickly pinned under his larger body, his hands pushing down his basketball shorts and boxers in one go, allowing his cock to spring free.
You moaned at the sight of his swollen cock, the tip glistening with precum as he ran it along your glistening folds.
“Quinton..please.” You begged once again, needing nothing more than your boy inside of you.
He groaned at the sound of your pure need, not making you wait any longer he pushed his cock into you.
Your body arched into him as he slide in, his thick cock stretching you wide earning him a mix of whines and moans as he filled you to the brim.
He allowed you a second to adjust before he began fucking into you, he set a slow pace at first, groaning as your nails dug into his back.
“Fuck-so good for me baby.” He moaned into the crook of your neck, lips moving all around the skin as he nipped and sucked at the skin.
You wanted to reply, you really did but your mind was clouded with pleasure. The feeling of his strong body pressed so closely against yours while his cock continuously nudged at the spot deep inside you.
Quinton could feel you getting close by the way your pussy clenched around him so tightly and your moans raised an octave.
He pulled his lips from your collarbone to pull you in a heated kiss, his soft lips slotting over yours as he kept up with his deep thrusts.
“Gonna come for me baby? Can feel you hugging me so tight.” The boy smirked down at you.
“Mhm” you nodded mindlessly, mind completely mush due to the constant pleasure the boy was providing you.
The boy groaned at the way your body shook against his, a small wince escaping him as your nails scratched down his back as your orgasm rolled over you.
He reached his high shortly after you, his soft whimpers filling your ear as his hips stuttered and body shook. He collapsed on top of you after he fucked you through his high, placing soft kisses against your damp skin.
“You did so good for me pretty girl.” He praised you softly as he traced random shapes on your stomach.
You smiled at his words, placing a soft kiss to his head as you allowed your bodies a moment to recover.
Quinton was the first one to move, apologizing at your soft whimper when he pulled out. The forward scooped you into his arms and walked you towards your bathroom before starting the shower.
He held you close in the shower, washing your hair and body before allowing you to do the same to him, sharing soft kisses in between each step.
He dressed you in one of his to big shirts and your favorite pajama shorts before tucking you into bed and going to get your favorite snacks.
You two spent the rest of the evening cuddled close in bed, your favorite show playing on the large tv until you both fell asleep wrapped up in each other.
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#quinton byfield#quinton byfield x reader#quinton byfield imagine#quinton byfield smut#la kings#nhl blurb#nhl fluff#nhl smut#nhl imagine#nhl fic#nhl fanfiction
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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD!❣️ Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people you adore! Absolutely no pressure but. It's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out <3
I’m crying🥹🥹
Thank you so much🫶🏻🫶🏻
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The Canucks wag jackets are so good, like the amount of detail and little touches like the kids names on the sleeves and the players name under the collar is so fucking smart.
If they’d sell the bomber without the players details and just the team logo and name as normal merch I would purchase tbh
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Hi guys, I’m selling my Matthew Tkachuk jersey and I wanted to come on and see if anyone would be interested.
It’s a red home jersey in the size XL and has never been worn!
If anyone’s interested please message me!!☺️
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i love you, i’m sorry
kirby dach x fem! reader
warnings?: fluffy asf
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“y/n?” kirby called from the living room couch. your bottom lip poking out as you heard his voice, tears welling up in your eyes. he calls out for you again as you kick off your shoes frantically, walking quickly into the living room. as you turned the corner you saw your boyfriend relaxed on the couch watching tv.
“hey.” he smiles at you. you reply with silence as you climb into his lap, straddling his hips, hugging onto him tightly.
“are you okay?” he asks as you bury your head into the crook of his neck, tears spilling without silence. his hands quickly find their way to your back, rubbing up and down the length of you spine. he shush’s you quietly, in hopes of getting you to relax, his confusion set aside.
“what’s wrong baby?” he says lowly. you stayed silent, still not replying.
“sit up and look at me.” he says and you do as you’re told, your cheeks stained with your salty tears.
“what happened?” he questions in a soft tone.
“i feel bad kirby.” you reply in a shaky tone.
“what do you feel bad about sweet girl?”
“you missed an entire season, and now it’s over and you didn’t even get to play again.” you say through your continued tears.
“oh baby,” he coos, pulling you back to his chest, “it’s okay”
“no it’s not.” you sniffle.
“i promise you, it’s okay. it happens. of course i missed playing but you were there for me through everything. you’re the reason i got through this baby. don’t cry.” he says softly, stroking your hair as he rested his chin on top of your head.
“i’m sorry.” you sniffle wiping your tears.
“stop apologizing, there’s nothing you could’ve done, nothing i could’ve done.”
“i love you.” you say practically in a whisper.
“i love you too.” he replies, pressing a sweet kiss to the top of your head as you laid in the comfort of his embrace. the only thing that could make you feel secure.
“i just wish i could’ve gotten to see you play, it was our first season together.” you say quietly as the two of you sat in silence.
“i know,and i wish i could’ve scored some goals for you.” he says, his arms wrapping snuggly around you.
“just means next season is gonna be the best one yet.” you say sitting up and locking eyes with him, his gaze filling your stomach with butterflies.
“every single goal will be for my girl.” he smiles at you as he brings you in for a loving kiss.
#okay well I’m crying#this was so 🥹#i’m unwell#he deserves everything#kirby dach#uluvjay reads#jay’s fic recs
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This writers block is killing me rn, I have so many ideas but i physically cannot write anything🙃
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kirby dach x fem! reader
warnings?: mild smut at the beginning, disgustingly tooth rottingly sweet fluff and cursing (i wrote this for myself and my delusions tbh)
~all i wanna do is spend my time with you, even when the learnings done and nothings new~
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“oh fuck.” you moan out. you could feel his bright blue eyes piercing your body as your eyes squeezed shut, an orgasm quickly approaching.
“so so good for me baby.” he coos as you collapse over his chest, feeling weak and shaky as your orgasm jolts through your body, hips stuttering as he coated your walls with his own high. you laid on his chest as you both breathed heavily.
“i love you so fucking much.” you say between breaths, pressing a sweet kiss to his jaw.
“i love you more.” he replies, delicately wrapping his arms around your weak body. you laid there for a moment inhaling his sweet scent with your eyes shut.
“baby, you gotta get up.” he giggles brushing your hair out of your face as you sat up slowly. you get up off of him, collecting his discarded shirt and pulling it on over your freshly-fucked body. it was moments like these that you felt the most beautiful. you learned very quickly that post sex glow is very real if you're with the right person.
you slid on your underwear and pulled the lazy brunette out of bed, forcing him to put sweatpants on and tugging him into the kitchen.
"y/n it's 11 pm."
"and i want a bowl of cereal with my boyfriend? i dont see the issue." you giggle as you pull the bowls out of the cabinet.
"fair." he replies emerging from the pantry with the box. this was your average night. you always see couples going out together and partying, which was fun in the beginning but you both quickly learned that both of you preferred staying home with each other. you were home bodies.
“hey baby.” he muffled with his mouth full.
“yeah.” you replied after you swallowed.
“you need your back rubs tonight? you didn’t get em last night.” he says finishing his bite.
“oh, you don’t have to it’s okay.” you reply, heart melting at the gesture. when you were younger, you dislodged a disk in your back during your solo. it had bothered you ever since. occasionally causing you intense pain and somehow, every show week you had he remembered. he’s spent the whole season out with and injury which was both a blessing and a curse. you loved that he was always at your beck and call but it broke your heart knowing that he had to miss an entire season of the one thing he’s most passionate about.
“you don’t seem relaxed, you seem stiff.” he replies which was the truth but most times it felt ,to you, like a burden on him.
“kirbs, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” you reply running your finger through his soft curls.
“no i do want to. i want to make sure you sleep so good tonight. you have a big show coming up baby. i can’t wait to see you look so fucking beautiful on that stage.” he smiles, kissing your cheek sweetly.
“okay.” you smile at the gesture, putting the bowls into the sink. you laid flat on your mattress, pulling the shirt up to your shoulders as his warm hands worked out the tightness of your muscles. you sighed as the pressure was lifted from your back and into thin air. you frowned as his hands left your back for the last time.
“feel better pretty girl?” he says lowly close to your ear and you hum in approval as he presses a soft kiss to your back. a ritual the two of you shared, kissing your “ouchies” better.
it could be all in your head, but it felt like the pressure of his kiss always solved your pain. physical, or emotional.
“thank you baby.” you smile sitting up as a relief washed over your body.
“of course.” he smiles back, kissing you sweetly on the lips. only a smile and a giggle breaking it apart.
“you ready for bed sleepy girl, you got a big rehearsal tomorrow.” he says as you tuck yourself into bed.
“oh definitely.” you yawn out as he joins you in bed. you roll over facing the boy who was already admiring you.
“sorry for staring.” he giggles.
“oh never apologize for that, i’m just as guilty.” you giggle as he pulls you to his chest snuggly.
“you’re just so gorgeous, my beautiful baby.” he whispers into your hair.
“stop.” you giggle turning red.
“what? am i not about to gloat about how lucky i am to be with someone as beautiful and talented and sweet and,”
“kirby.” you say sternly leaning up to his cheesy smile.
“what?” he giggles.
“not too much, you know me and compliments.”
“baby i already told you, you just need to say thank you, you do not have to compliment me back. just let me admire my gorgeous girlfriend.” he replies kissing you on the forehead as he speaks.
“thank you.” you smile.
“of course, you deserve it all baby,” he says placing his chin on the top of your head.
“goodnight my love.” he whispers
“goodnight handsome.” you giggle, pressing a short, sweet kiss to his lips.
the pet names practically made you sick to your stomach with sweetness but with time you grew to love them. you felt so lucky to have been chosen by a man like him. so effortlessly loving and generous.
“i love you.” he whispers, reaching to pull the lamp chain.
“i love you.” you reply as your eyes grow heavy at the sound of his heart thumping calmly in his chest.
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#kirby dach#i’m crying#i need him#my god my god#he truly would be the best boyfriend#need me a Kirby immediately#uluvjay reads#jay’s fic recs
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Nico Hischier Masterlist
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Lights, camera, action- In which you and Nico get busy on devils media day ~Requested~
Drunken hugs- in which you take care of a drunk Nico and he admits some things to you ~requested~
Stop lying- in which Nico tries to lie about being hurt but you catch him ~requested~
Belong with me- in which it took you two a while but thanks to your little brother, you two admit your feelings ~requested~
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Andrei Svechnikov Masterlist
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Who you belong to*- In which Andrei shows you who you belong too -Requested~
Injuries- in which Andrei cleans you up after a small injury ~requested~
Christmas tree farm- In which Andrei has a little something more then just picking out a tree planned
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Jack Hughes Masterlist
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Toothless is 22!
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Illicit affairs -Being friends with benefits with the nhls pretty boy isn’t always the best
-> what you need - it’s been a few months since you ended things with Jack and he’s a bit surprised about something new in your life but doesn’t let it stop him
Santa red*- jack gifts you an early Christmas gift and asks you to model it for him
Cuddles- after a long day on the lake, Jack just needs some cuddles ~ requested~
Hammock* - in which Jack can’t keep his hands to himself, even in the hammock ~ requested~
Don’t be such a baby- in which your cleaning jack up after a tussle on the ice ~requested~
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Quinn Hughes Masterlist
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Oh captain, my captain* - your boyfriend is the official captain of the Vancouver Canuck’s and it’s time to celebrate
Fucking situation-ship Quinn at a umich football game!*
Fall in love with you(feat. Quinn Hughes) -you knew Better than to fall in love with Trevor
-> couldn’t help falling in love( feat. Trevor Zegras) -in which you couldn’t help falling for Quinn
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Luke Hughes Masterlist
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Bye bye
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Champs -In honor of the boys winning the big10 back to back here’s a blurb of celebrating with Luke
-> Champs pt.2- Once again our boys won so here’s another blurb ab celebrating with Lukey
Time to say goodbye• - you have to say goodbye to Luke as he has to leave for Jersey
20th birthday* - bday sex with Luke
Phone sex*~ requested
-> part two*~ requested
Childhood friends to lovers - admitting feelings to your childhood best friend ~requested ~
You’re not going out dressed like that*-in which your boyfriend doesn’t like your outfit ~requested~
It doesn’t matter what other people think- Luke assures you that it doesn’t matter what others think ~ requested~
My turn to be little spoon- In which Luke wants to be little spoon but it’s your turn ~requested~
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Can you do “is now a bad time to tell you I’m claustrophobic” with flo? Maybe like friends to lovers, everyone sees it and they know it but avoid it
it’s never too late
florian xhekaj x fem! reader
warnings?: cursing, claustrophobia, fluff
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“oh, hey y/n.” you hear a familiar voice close behind you. you turn to see florian, who appeared to be arriving at the same time as you.
“look at us showing up at the same time.” you say giving the tall boy a quick hug. the two of you had grown close in the recent years, even growing a slight crush on him. the two of you loved to flirt in your free time, but you were afraid he didn’t see you the same way.
“that’s just us right.” he smiles pressing the up button on the elevator.
you weren’t fond of elevators but in no way were you going to walk 10 floors up the stairs. you stand together in a comfortable silence as the door slid open with a ring.
“hope this elevator is quick.” you giggle nervously.
“right, i just wanna see everyone it’s been a while.” he replies and you nod in agreement. once you reach floor 4, the elevator shakes to a stop.
“ummmm.” you say beginning to panic. he presses the open door button, seeing that you had somehow been stuck between floors.
“oh my fucking god.” you say, your breathing instantly picking up.
“hey hey, it’s okay, breathe.” florian says, standing up from leaning on the elevator wall.
“sorry.” you breathe out shakily as he holds your biceps firmly.
“it’s gonna be fine, they’re gonna be here as soon as they can.” he says in a soothing tone, his thumbs brushing your arms lightly.
“yeah you’re right it’s gonna be fine.” you smile lightly, your heart dropping into your stomach as he removes his hands from you. he takes a seat on the floor against the wall and sighs.
“didn’t plan on this happening today.” he giggles, pressing the firefighter call button, speaking briefly to the dispatcher.
“is now a bad time to tell you i’m claustrophobic?” you huff out, tears welling in your eyes. you couldn’t bear the fact that you just admitted that to him. a fear you’ve been embarrassed of since you were a kid.
“no.” he replies, noticing your fragile state. the damn finally breaks and you allow your tears to fall.
“hey no no, come here,” he says opening his legs and grabbing onto your hand, helping you to the floor. you sat leaned against his chest, his arms wrapped around your abdomen.
“sorry.” you say again.
“stop apologizing y/n. we’re gonna be okay, i promise. don’t be embarrassed.” he says pressing a light kiss to the side of your head as your breathing finally began to steady and slow.
“its just so childish.” you say leaning your head against his cheek.
“what are you talking about? no it’s not.” he replies, his breathe warm on your cheek.
“i just didn’t want you to be embarrassed of me.” you reply wiping your tears.
“love, i could never be embarrassed of you, listen help is coming.” he replies softly referencing the voice of the firefighters that you rang. he removes his hands from around you, intertwining his fingers with your hands that sat in your lap, placing the pairs of your hands on his legs.
“it’s just stupid for someone like me to be afraid of small spaces.” you say trying to laugh it off.
“i have two sisters, they have their fears and their quirks but that’s what makes them special. to me at least. they’re my best friends and i think it’s beautiful that you can own your fears. it makes you stronger.” he continues.
“thank you flo.” you say sitting up and turning to look at the boy, his blue eyes automatically locking with yours.
“of course,” he smiles at you, your heart kicking into high gear as you shook his hands off of yours, taking his face into them as your lips met in the middle. you’d never felt so seen and understood. it’s like he’d known your heart all this time and he was just waiting for the right moment to tell you.
the kiss was bordering magical, the way his lips fit yours like a lock and key. his hands found there way to your waist delicately, holding you as if you’d break into a million pieces if he held too tight, covering your skin in goosebumps. you dreaded the feeling of pulling away, especially once it finally happened.
“you’re safe with me, always.” he says lowly, brushing your hair behind your ears, revealing the dry tears that stained your cheeks.
“thank you florian.” you smile sweetly at him as you rested your head into the crook of his neck, wrapping yourselves up in each other.
“always y/n.” he replies quietly, running his hand delicately up and down your leg. you sat in silence for a long few minutes, enjoying the low sound of his heart thumping in his chest.
“you guys okay?” you jump at the sound of help finally arriving.
“oh my god, yes.” you say quickly, jolting up off the ground. florian stood up close behind you, a hand slipping around your waist, kissing you on the back of the head.
“we’re gonna pull you out this way,” the man says sending down the line for you to grab. once you both are back on safe grounds, you practically tackle the brunette in a hug which he happily accepts. he held you so tight, you never wanted him to let you go.
“i’m so glad i was stuck with you.” you huff as you pull away.
“me too, i don’t think i could stand dealing with anyone else in that situation. and besides, i would say it was good for us, kinda forced me to admit how much i liked you before it ate me alive.” he says, pulling you closer by your waist.
“i’d say it was good too.” you smile wrapping your arms around the back of his neck as he leans in connecting your lips once again, this kiss just as magical as the last.
“we should take the stairs this time.” he giggles pulling away from you slowly.
“definitely.” you agree, pecking his lips one last time before allowing him to take your hand as he led you up the treacherous 6 remaining flights of stairs.
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#florian xhekaj#I AM NOT OKAY#THIS IS WAS SO FREAKING ADORABLE#I ADORE HIM#literally crying on my air mattress rn#uluvjay reads#jay’s fic recs
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