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#Jamie Drysdale fic
zegrasdrysdale · 1 month
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paring : Jamie Drysdale x fem!reader
summary : (Y/N) decides to fly out to Philly for Valentine’s Day after watching Jamie say in an interview that he’ll probably be spending the day alone
warning(s) : just some tooth rotting fluff with no angst for once, a heavy makeout
author’s note : this is just a (not so) lil fluff filled thing bc i wanted to write something for belated valentine’s day. sorry or you’re welcome (idk)
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“Yeah, uh, I don’t actually have any plans tomorrow,” he explains to a reporter through the screen on her phone. “Everyone I know here does have plans and everyone else I know is across the country so I’ll most likely spend the day putting together furniture in my new apartment.”
That was the moment she decided that she was getting on the first flight she possibly could to Philly so Jamie didn’t spend Valentine’s Day alone. No one should have to spend the day alone. She doesn’t have any plans and she’s off from work for about two weeks because they’re doing renovations so a little trip to Philadelphia doesn’t sound like the worst thing in the world.
Last year he spent the day with Trevor on the couch and watched movies in their shared apartment. This year, he is in Philly and Trevor actually has a girlfriend. Not very ideal for Jamie.
She isn’t Jamie’s girlfriend, but she is one of his best friends and could never let him be alone on Valentine’s Day. Especially not after hearing what his actual plans are for tomorrow. She’s going to at least help him put furniture together in his apartment.
A flight out of LAX is scheduled for 10 that night. It’s six so she has about two hours to pack for a week long trip to Philly. She even buys a ticket for Saturday’s game at MetLife since she wants to see Jamie play a game while she’s in Philly.
By eight, she’s out the door with a suitcase that’s packed full of clothes and non-liquid toiletries. The jersey Jamie sent her about a week after the trade is neatly folded with the rest of her clothes. She orders an Uber to drive her to the airport.
While in the Uber, she debates texting Jamie and telling him that she’ll be at his new apartment early tomorrow morning since she’ll be landing a little before six in the morning. It’ll probably take about 45 minutes after she lands before she’s on Jamie’s doorstep.
Maybe a surprise wouldn’t be the worst thing so she puts her phone away until she has to pull out her plane ticket.
Getting on the plane takes an hour between getting past TSA and buying snacks for the nearly five hour flight. She boards the plane twenty minutes before it takes off so she has time to get comfortable.
She’s asleep before the plane even leaves the ground.
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All the snacks she bought before the flight are going to be the snacks she eats while she’s in Philly because she slept for the entire flight. It didn’t feel like she slept for 5 hours but she did.
By six, she’s at baggage claim and grabbing her suitcase. She orders an Uber to Voorhees while she waits for her things. The car is waiting for her when she get outside.
It’s a lot colder out than she thought it was going to be. All she has on is a Ducks hoodie that Jamie gave to her the year before and a pair of leggings with Uggs on her feet. Her feet are warm. The rest of her is not. She shakes as she puts her things in the trunk of the car.
She gives the driver Jamie’s new address and she’s off to surprise her best friend.
The closer she gets to Jamie’s, the more nervous she gets. What if he found someone after moving to the Philly area? What if the whole putting furniture together comment was a lie so he didn’t announce to the entire world he was in a relationship? What if he doesn’t want her there in general?
Maybe a spontaneous trip across the country without at least letting Jamie know she was coming wasn’t the best idea she’s ever had.
A call comes through from Trevor. Confused, she answers the phone. “Good morning?”
“Are you in Philly?” he asks.
“Maybe,” she slowly replies as she watches the Philly skyline pass. “Why? It’s like three in the morning.”
“Not for you apparently,” he retorts. “I looked to see where you were because Mason said you weren’t replying to his texts so I wanted to make sure you were okay and I see that you flew across the country.”
She smiles and shakes her head. The way Trevor would find out she’s in Philly is by checking her location. He and Jamie are the only ones that have her location because she’s closest with them.
“Just wanted to surprise Jamie,” she tells Trevor. “That’s all. Tell Mason I’ll call him later because I’m about ten minutes away from Jamie’s apartment.”
“You gonna tell him you love him?” Trevor questions. She opens her mouth to object but he keeps talking. “It’s so freaking obvious so don’t even lie to me.”
A nervous laugh passes her lips. “We’ll see,” she replies. “I’ll talk to you later, Z.”
“Tell me how he’s really doing,” he tells her. “I worry about him sometimes.”
“Will do,” she says as the driver pulls up to Jamie’s place. “Talk soon.”
The line goes dead and she looks out the window at the apartment building. Jamie’s somewhere in there asleep and she’s about two minutes away from calling him to come let her into the building.
She gets her things out of the trunk and thanks the driver before he drives off to pick someone else up. She sighs and pulls up Jamie’s contact.
When she presses the ‘call’ button, it rings about four times before Jamie answers. The entire time, her hands are shaking and she isn’t sure if it’s because of the cold or if she’s nervous to see Jamie for the first time since the trade.
“It’s like four in the morning,” he croaks when he picks up. “Are you okay?”
She smiles at the sound of his morning voice. “Actually it’s almost seven in the morning and I’m currently freezing my ass off outside your apartment building so if you could come let me in, that would be great,” she says.
It sounds like Jamie falls out of bed when she says that she’s outside of the building. If he broke anything then she’s going to have to explain to Torts why Jamie will be out for six weeks.
He isn’t holding any body parts when he swings the door open and blankly stares at her from the top of the steps of the building. He blinks a few times like he’s trying to decide if he’s still dreaming or if he’s awake. She waves and a barefoot Jamie runs down the stairs to hug her.
A laugh passes her lips and she wraps her arms around his torso. “You’re actually here,” he says against her ear. “I thought you were lying to me.”
“Nope,” she replies. “I’m here. I didn’t have anything else to do so I thought I’d come surprise you. Help you put together some furniture for Valentine’s Day.”
Jamie pulls back from the hug just enough to look at her. “You saw that interview?” he asks.
With a nod and a smile, she replies, “It sounded like a very boring way to spend Valentine’s Day so I thought I’d come keep you company. Maybe watch you play at the outdoor game this weekend. I have another week off from work and spending it in the Philly area with my best friend didn’t sound like the worst idea.”
“You are actually insane for buying a plane ticket without knowing if I’d be here or not,” he tells her. “I could’ve left for Toronto before you got here since we play them tomorrow.”
“Yeah I know how your travel schedule works,” she retorts. “That’s how I knew you’d be here.”
He shakes his head and grabs her suitcase. “You have some of the best timing because I took a maintenance day today so I have a day off from practice, but I leave tomorrow morning for Toronto,” he says to her as they walk into the building together.
“Listen, I’m spending a week in the area,” she replies. “I get to watch you play at the outdoor game on Saturday when I wasn’t planning on being on the east coast at all. If you’re gone for a day or two then it’s fine.”
The smile that forms on Jamie’s face makes her heart do somersaults in her stomach.
She can tell how excited he is that she decided to visit him. She knows how much he has been missing Anaheim so she brought Anaheim to him for a week.
When Jamie opens the door to the apartment, she is very surprised by how decorated it is and how much of the stuff he had in his Anaheim apartment has made its way to this one. It still needs some work done, but that is why she’s here. She’s here to help him finish putting it all together.
“I need to build some shelves,” Jamie tells her. “And put together the guest bedroom. The frame still needs to be built for the guest bed too. This is what my plans were for the day.”
She turns her head to look at him as he closes the door behind them. “So it wasn’t come ruse so you didn’t have to admit to the world that you had a secret girlfriend?” she questions.
If she should expect Jamie to have a girl over then she might as well get the girlfriend question out of the way early on in her visit.
“Uh, no,” he replies. “No secret girlfriend. I’ve been so busy that I haven’t had any time to find a girlfriend. Yorky has tried but he’s not the best wingman.”
She can’t help but laugh. Jamie smiles and rolls her suitcase to the unfinished bedroom.
She decides to make some coffee for the two of them so they can get started on the day’s plans. They have to put together the guest room and build some shelves. It can’t be very hard to do either of those things. Right?
Wrong.
It turns out that Jamie can’t follow simple instructions to save his life. She has had to refrain from throwing whatever is in her hand at him so many times because he can’t read a piece of paper.
“Jamie, what am I supposed to do with this screw?” she asks as she holds up an extra screw. “Do I have to put it in your head so you can use your brain or something? You missing one in there? Do I need to get Trevor on the first flight out of LAX to come help you figure out how to read the instructions?”
Jamie looks up from his spot on the floor and throws the instructions at her. “Here, you try to read this and tell me if it makes any sense,” he retorts. “It’s all confusing. My parents helped me build shelves when they came to visit a few weeks ago. I didn’t have to do this. Maybe it’s just an extra.”
She grabs the pamphlet and reads the directions. The screw was supposed to be put in when putting the shelves in place. A shelf is missing a screw.
“You dumbass,” she says. “It’s not an extra screw. It was supposed to be put in on the bottom shelf to make sure it is secure and even. You now have an unsecure shelf in your guest room.”
Jamie flattens out on his back on the carpeted floor with a groan. “This is why I’m a hockey player and don’t work in home improvement,” he says as he rubs his eyes. She laughs and tries to keep her eyes on his face instead of on the sliver of skin that peeks out between what is a new Flyers t-shirt and pajama pants. “This is so dumb. I am not about to take that whole thing apart to put one screw in.”
She walks over and slaps the pamphlet on his stomach. He gasps and sits up with the paper in his hands. “Then get it together, Drysdale,” she tells him. “We have a bed frame to build.”
“Fuck the bed frame,” he sighs as she grabs the box in the corner and drags it into the center of the room. “You don’t need a bed to sleep in tonight.”
With a light laugh, she teases, “If we don’t get it set up then I’m gonna be sleeping in your bed until we get it put together.”
Jamie mutters something that sounds like “would be okay with me” but she pretends she doesn’t hear it. She can’t hear it or else she will just say “fuck it” and sleep in Jamie’s bed the entire time she’s here instead of putting the bed together.
The mattress is sitting up against the wall next to where the box with the bed frame was. He has everything he needs to put this bed together and he hasn’t done it yet. Not even over the All Star break when he had a few days off before going to Mexico with the Flyers.
Putting the bed together takes less time and a lot less arguing back and forth. Within an hour, the mattress is on top of the bed frame. Five-foot-eleven 185 pound Jamie flops on the mattress to make sure it’s secure and won’t fall apart if someone were to jump on it.
They do not need to have another shelf problem with the bed that she will most likely be sleeping on while she’s in the area. If it is like the shelf and it’s not safe to sleep on then the couch is in the living room for a reason.
The two of them stand in the doorway and look at their work when they decide the bed is secure. “We make an amazing team,” she comments. “Aside from the shelf.”
Jamie groans and walks down the hallway to his own room. “Shelves are stupid anyway,” he replies. “Who is actually going to use them in this room aside from me just putting a handful of books and pictures on them?” She laughs and goes to unpack her stuff now that it’s safe to do so without stepping on wood, metal or a screw on the floor.
The Flyers jersey that he sent her gets hung up in the closet along with her shirts, hoodies, and nicer pants. She’ll pull bras, panties, and socks out of the suitcase as needed. The beanie she brought to wear on Saturday is put on the bedside table.
Then she pulls out the gift that she brought for Jamie. It isn’t much but she’s hoping that it means as much to him as it does to her. The pictures she brought were taken at such important moments in Jamie’s career and she hopes that he doesn’t mind having a few pictures of his best friend around the apartment.
She walks down to Jamie’s bedroom and knocks gently on the door. There are footsteps behind it before the door swings open. “I, um, had these printed and framed in case I ever came to visit you,” she tells him as she holds out the three picture frames. “Thought you might need some décor.”
Jamie looks down at the pictures and shifts through them.
One of them was taken on Jamie’s Draft Day. He has on a Ducks jersey and she has on his Ducks hat. He looks so happy. He has an arm around her shoulders while he holds up six fingers and is smiling at the camera. She has a smile on his face and is looking up at him with a proud look on her face. Messy ponytail and all.
The second one was taken the day Jamie made his NHL debut and scored his first goal. It’s a selfie she took of her, Jamie, and Trevor at dinner that same night. They’re both holding their pucks because they went right from the arena to a restaurant to eat.
The third one was taken during the 2021 World Juniors tournament where Canada placed second. She’s putting the silver medal back around his neck after he had given it to her. “Silver just means you lost” is what he had said to her a moment before this was captured. She had told him that she was a winner to him and put the medal back around his neck. There is heavy eye contact between the two of them in their matching jerseys.
It was as the third picture was being taken she realized that she loved Jamie. The first two pictures, she knew she had feelings for him, but the third was when she realized that she wanted to be there for him as more than just a friend.
“I had no idea you had any of these,” he says after he’s done looking through them. Jamie looks up at her. “All at different points of my career.”
“Been with you since day one,” she replies with a smile on her face. “You didn’t think that I wouldn’t be here with you while you succeed in a whole new city, did you?”
Jamie laughs and shakes his head. “Absolutely not,” he tells her. “You always make sure you’re a presence in my life.” He pauses and looks right at her. “It’s one of the things I love most about having you in my life.”
She could almost cry when he says that.
There have been so many times over the years where she thought she was annoying or that he wanted her out of his life. She followed him to California when he started playing with the Gulls then the Ducks. He asked her to come with him, but she thought for months it was out of pity.
He has erased years of insecurity with one comment.
“Thanks for keeping me in your life,” she replies after a brief moment of silence.
“You’re like Trevor,” he teases. “You’re always around. It would be hard for me to get rid of you.”
She smiles up at him. “Except he would never fly across the country to see you,” she retorts. “Especially without at least telling you he was coming to see you.”
Jamie laughs. “No, he wouldn’t.”
They look at each other for a second before he walks past her. He has the picture frames in his hand as he walks into the living room. She follows him even though she is confused with what he’s doing.
He puts the picture of himself, Trevor, and (Y/N) on the coffee table under the lamp next to the couch. It’s the most public place in the entire place so it makes sense that that’s the picture that is put in the living room.
The picture of the two of them on Draft Day goes on a little table that leads to the hallway with both bedrooms and bathrooms. The table is under a little mirror that’s been hung up. A little less public but it also joins the other pictures that were taken that day. It looks like it belongs.
Jamie glances at her and walks back into his bedroom. She follows right behind him and stands in the doorway of his room. Her eyes are on the picture of the two of them at the 2021 World Juniors as it’s placed on Jamie’s bedside table.
“This one means the most to me so it deserves a little more privacy than the others,” Jamie tells her without a look in her direction. “You were there for me and picked me up when I was down. I didn’t want anyone else there but you. You were the one that convinced me silver was okay. The team worked hard to get to that moment. The medal was very well deserved because we did everything we could to make it to that game. I did everything I could to get the team to that game. We just came up a little bit short.”
She pouts and walks further into the room. He finally looks over at her. “I didn’t know you felt that way,” she softly says to him. “I didn’t know that I was the person that convinced you it was okay to wear silver around your neck.”
“I needed silver because my gold medal was you,” Jamie shakily admits. His voice is soft. “You’re my gold medal.”
His words have her speechless. Her jaw drops in surprise. She has no idea why he’s saying this to her now.
He reaches out to her and brushes a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She takes a step forward and feels her heart race in her chest as she looks up at him. Her body shakes as she realizes that their relationship is changing.
A line that she never expected to cross is about to be crossed. She can see it in Jamie’s eyes as they examine her face, landing on her lips.
“Can I kiss you?”
She nods because she doesn’t trust herself to speak. She is afraid that she’s going to admit how long she’s been in love with him if she says a single words.
So she nods, and Jamie leans down to capture her lips in a soft, hesitant kiss. He’s testing the waters to see if she’ll push him away.
She’ll never push him away.
Not when she finally has him like this. Not when she finally knows what it feels like to kiss Jamie Drysdale.
When she feels him begin to pull away, she wraps her arms around his neck and leans more into him to deepen the kiss instead of Jamie breaking it. Her fingers find a home in his hair.
She is scared he will regret it if the kiss breaks, and she doesn’t want that. She doesn’t want to see that look. It might break her if he looks at her like that if the kiss breaks.
Jamie cups her cheek and brushes his thumbs over her cheekbone. She melts against him with a sigh.
“(Y/N),” he mumbles after a second. “I need to breathe.”
That’s when she lets him pull away. The sight of his red, swollen lips and unruly hair is almost too much for her. There’s a hint of a smile on his face and something overcomes her.
“I love you,” she tells him. “I’ve loved you since that was taken.” She points in the direction of the picture on his bedside table. “It’s always been you, Jamie. That’s why I flew across the country on Valentine’s Day. I wanted to be with you today because I miss you and I love you.”
Jamie smiles and brushes his thumb over her own lips that are as red and swollen as his are. “I love you too,” he says. “I think I’ve been in love with you since I saw you at my first NHL game in my jersey. I’m very happy you came to the east coast to watch me play in the Stadium Series game this weekend. I was going to probably fly you out anyway.”
She laughs and shakes her head before burying her face in his chest. They’ve been in love with each other for years and are only now saying something about it after Jamie was traded to Philly and she’s stuck in Anaheim for right now.
“Only took me bringing you pictures to finally kiss me,” she teases.
He rolls his eyes. “Shut up and come here.”
Their lips meet in a heated kiss. Everything they’ve been feeling is coming out in the kiss. Jamie tugs her until she is sitting on his lap while he’s sitting on the mattress. She drapes her arms over his shoulders.
It’s that moment when she realizes they put together a whole bed for no reason because there is now no way she is getting in that bed now.
She pushes him down until Jamie is lying flat on his back and their chests are flush against each other. Her hair creates a curtain around their faces despite his fingers curling in her locks.
“Wait, hold on,” Jamie says. She pulls back from the kiss. “Have something to ask you before we get distracted.”
“Hm?”
“Will you come to family skate on Friday before the game at MetLife?” he asks. “As my girlfriend?”
The biggest smile forms on her lips. “You’re going to have to give me skating lessons because despite watching you play hockey for years, I have no idea how to skate,” she tells him.
“I will give you skating lessons,” Jamie laughs. “You’ll come though?”
She nods and kisses him. “I’ll come.”
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fan1 JAMIE HAS A GIRLFRIEND ????
masonmctavish23 ig i forgive you for not answering my texts last week
yourusername we can hang out when i get back into cali on wednesday
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yourusername i had on the drysdale jersey
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leocarlssoon it’s about time. i was praying this would happen bc the way jamie talked about you was insane
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jamie.drysdale skating w my girlfriend for the first time was the best feeling 🩵
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luvhughes43 · 2 months
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instagram follows | jamie drysdale
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request: reader and jamie have been in a relationship for maybe 5 or 6 months and reader hasn’t said anything but the girls Jamie follows on instagram really bother her. she doesn’t want to seem controlling because of her past relationships but she is trying to find a way to bring it up to him. so one day she is feeling a little more insecure and Jamie is trying to figure out what’s wrong and she finally snaps and tells him. like she would say “you haven’t unfollowed any girls on the gram since we started dating and it makes me feel horrible about myself”
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you knew it was an awful idea even before you decided to scroll through your boyfriends instagram following. it was a bad idea for multiple reasons actually - mainly your own body image issues. however, you had seen what seemed like all the tiktoks in existence about men and their instagram usage pre and post relationship. also, it didn’t help that you kept getting recommended videos of girls' devastating reactions to scrolling through their favourite hockey players following. 
when you first clicked on jamies following list, you thought it wouldn't have been so bad. 
Blondes. 
Boobs. 
Brunettes. 
Canadian University Girls? 
you went into a completely unwarranted deep dive because really, jamie had never given you any reasons to doubt his faithfulness and yet… you were a half-tub deep into your litre of mint chocolate ice cream with grey’s anatomy playing distractedly in the background. 
with jamie gone on a roadie, you had time to push all of your feelings of distrust and discomfort to the back of your mind. you had been in this position before, and with yours and jamies relationship so fresh you didn’t want to say anything. last time you had brought your insecurities up with your ex boyfriend, you had been yelled at and called controlling - which you would rather not relive. even though jamie was much nicer than your ex, you were still having trouble trying to find a way to safely bring the topic up, so you dropped it. 
a week later and jamie had gotten back from his trip, completely exhausted but wanting to spend time with you nonetheless, you had tried your best to forget all about his following list. 
“how’s my girl been?” jamie smiles at you sweetly before wrapping you into a hug. the two of you rock back and forth for a moment. 
“oh you know… the usual,” you shrug, silently loving the glint in jamie’s eyes. he was so pretty. 
jamie brings you back into another hug and presses a soft kiss to your temple. “oh i forgot, trevor wants to know if we’ll go out with him tonight,”
“go out where?”
“some new restaurant downtown,” jamie shrugs carelessly as all men do. “do you wanna go?”
you think about it for a moment, did you really want to go out with trevor? ultimately though, you decide that going out would be the perfect distraction you needed. plus, the extra time with your boyfriend might help reassure yourself about your relationship. 
wrong. three hours later you were dressed, ready, and sat uncomfortably between your boyfriend and his best friend. their friends sat across from you, all of whom were single and making comments on all the girls that walked past your table. their comments weren’t out of the ordinary, but you couldn’t help but wonder if jamie felt the same way as his friends. if like his following suggested - he liked appreciating other girls more than he let on. 
“now she’s hot” 
“you should go ask her for her number! look at her ass,”
“i think i just saw a goddess…” 
“i’d let her dog walk me,”
with each comment you shrunk into yourself, suddenly feeling very self-conscious of your body and your outfit choice. jamie was quick to notice of course, leaning into you and whispering, “are you okay?”
when you nodded your head in response, jamie only frowned.
when everyone’s food arrives and you were still acting off, jamie questions you again, “no seriously… what’s wrong?”
you smooth the sleeves of your top, “i don’t want to get into it here,” 
“what?” 
“jamie, please just drop it” 
things were tense between the two of you for the rest of the night and instead of trying to work through things, you simply order another drink at the restaurant. by the time jamie drops you off at your apartment you were tipsy. 
“can you tell me what’s wrong now?” were the first words out of jamie’s mouth when you locked the door behind him. 
“no,” you respond quickly. 
jamie was rightfully confused. “yn…” 
you pretend you don’t hear him. “do you want something to drink?”
“no! I want you to tell me what's wrong with you!” jamie was clearly frustrated and tired of your refusal to talk. 
you whip around towards him - still tipsy and upset. “you want to know what's bothering me?” you start, to which jamie nods enthusiastically. “you’re bothering me!”
“what did i do…?”
he was so oblivious sometimes. “i know i shouldn't have looked through your instagram followings but i can't unsee what i saw! all the girls…. i feel sick about myself,” 
jamie tries to speak but you interrupt him, “and i don’t want to be controlling and force you to unfollow them but… i just feel so awful and ugly and like… you have so many options out there that you’re probably interested in and-”
“okay wait,” jamie finally interjects. he inches closer to you, his mind still reeling from how fast you were speaking. “first of all, i don’t look at other girls,” you scoff but jamie keeps talking. “and if my following was upsetting you, you could've just told me instead of bottling up your feelings and getting upset with me” 
“i use instagram like, once a year and i honestly don't look at my following list it’s from so long ago. so, if you want me to unfollow the people that make you uncomfortable than i one hundred percent will” jamie continues, stepping closer to you and grabbing ahold of your hands. 
“i’m sorry,” you whisper, sad and confused all at once. you hadn’t meant to blow up all at once, but your past relationships would have never been this kind to you and so you were unsure of how to react. you were almost positive that you were being controlling and you suddenly felt sick. “i didn’t mean it-”
“yes you did,” jamie’s voice is soft now, his hands comfortingly trailing patterns up and down your arms. “and by the way, i think you're the most beautiful girl that i’ve ever laid eyes on. i’m sorry for making you feel bad. i don’t want anybody else,”
“i don’t want anybody else either,” you breathe a sigh of relief and wrap your arms around your boyfriend. 
the next time you check instagram is when you get a notification that your boyfriend had posted a picture “for the first time in awhile”. the pictures are sweet shots of the two of you, taken by trevor whose presence you can never evade. you get curious again though, clicking on your boyfriends profile only to see that his following had significantly decreased. 
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mrpldiddles · 3 months
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puppy. | j.drysdale
a/n: so i actually started this this morning before the trade was announced😀 but here’s a quick(ish) little ig edit since i haven’t posted anything in awhile while i work on the tbosas fic that will be coming soon!!
rip trevjamie tho man idk how i’m gonna recover this is like barzy and beau all over again
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anaheimducks: we have a four-legged announcement on #NationalPuppyDay! everyone say hi to Daisy!
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user1: can we talk about jamie with daisy🥺
user2: trevor and jamie look like they need a dog
-> yourusername: don’t encourage them🤧
trevorzegras: @yourusername 🥺🥺🥺
-> jamie.drysdale: @yourusername please🥺🥺🥺
-> yourusername: are you gonna take care of it🥺🥺
-> trevorzegras: YEAH
-> yourusername: LIES you don’t even clean up after yourself
-> trevorzegras: HEY
-> jamie.drysdale: she has a point z…
-> trevorzegras: DON’T TAKE HER SIDE JIMMY
-> user3: this is so entertaining
jackhughes: @yourusername just let them have a puppy
-> trevorzegras: PUPPY! PUPPY! PUPPY!
-> yourusername: you live across the country jack you don’t get a say in this
-> jamie.drysdale: PUPPY! PUPPY! PUPPY!
-> colecaufield: but look how excited they are🥺
-> yourusername: cole you’re not even in the country
-> masonmctavish23: puppy???
-> yourusername: oh god not you too
-> trevorzegras: i promise to put it in direct sunlight and water it everyday🫡
-> yourusername: oh my god
-> jamie.drysdale: he’s joking! (i think…)
-> yourusername: you two are gonna be the death of me
-> trevorzegras: so PUPPY????
yourusername posted:
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yourusername: @trevorzegras @jamie.drysdale puppy.
comments:
trevorzegras: PUPPY!!!
jamie.drysdale: PUPPY!!!
masonmctavish23: PUPPY!!!
colecaufield: PUPPY!!!
jackhughes: PUPPY!!!
_quinnhughes: you’re weak
-> yourusername: i know😞
yourbffsusername: how much did they pay you
-> yourusername: a year’s worth of cleaning the bathroom for trevor and a year’s worth of back rubs from jamie🥰
-> trevorzegras: i still think the difference in payment is unfair
-> yourusername: you may be my boyfriend’s boyfriend but you’re not mine
-> trevorzegras: 😞
anaheimducks: a new friend for daisy!!
-> yourusername: that’s what sold me on little miss maisie☺️
-> trevorzegras: for the record i wanted to name her nutter butter
-> colecaufield: NUTTER BUTTER🥜🧈
-> _quinnhughes: are you trying to ruin the poor dog’s life
-> jackhughes: i call for a re-vote between maisie and nutter butter
-> jamie.drysdale: y/n says no
-> yourusername: i’m not naming my child nutter butter.
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jamie.drysdale: everybody say thank you @yourusername :)))))))
comments:
trevorzegras: thank you y/n!!!!!
colecaufield: thank you y/nnnnnn
jackhughes: thanks best friend y/n
-> yourusername: i think that title actually belongs to quinn
-> jackhughes: ouch
-> _quinnhughes: thank you best friend y/n
-> yourusername: you're welcome quinny
masonmctavish23: thank you y/n for making me an uncle
-> yourusername: ofc ofc
-> user2: aw mason’s her uncle🥺🤧
yourusername: you're lucky you're cute
-> jamie.drysdale: don't i know it
-> trevorzegras: and what about me???🥺🥺
-> yourusername: you're lucky your boyfriend's cute
-> trevorzegras: i'll take it!!!
yourusername: our maisie girl🥰
-> jamie.drysdale: my two girls😘
-> trevorzegras: our nutter butter😊
-> yourusername: your godfather privileges are so close to being revoked zegras
-> masonmctavish23: the dogfather
-> yourusername: you're next in line don't worry mac
-> trevorzegras: after that joke??!!!??
-> masonmctavish23: i'm committed what can i say
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trevorzegras: welcome to the family nutter butter!!
comments:
yourusername: that is NOT my daughter's name
-> trevorzegras: OUR daughter
-> jamie.drysdale: something i wanna know??
-> yourusername: jamie please tell your boyfriend that our daughter is not named after a cookie
->user1: their family tree is so confusing
jackhughes: NUTTER BUTTER!!!
-> _quinnhughes: and you wonder why you weren't named godfather
-> jackhughes: y/n is this true😭
-> yourusername: thanks for breaking the news for me quinn
-> jackhughes: wow🤧
-> yourusername: so sorry😐
colecaufield: is it still too late for a name re-vote?
-> yourusername: yes.
-> trevorzegras: still up for debate
-> masonmctavish23: is it too late to claim my godfather title?
-> yourusername: please do i can’t take them anymore🤧
-> trevorzegras: you can pry my title out of my dead hands😤
-> yourusername: promise😍
-> jamie.drysdale: don’t tempt her z
anaheimducks: daisy and maisie duck!!
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babydollmarauders · 3 months
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OH CHRISTMAS TREE — JAMIE DRYSDALE
jamie drysdale x fem!reader
12 DAYS OF KINKMAS
summary: in which y/n is decorating the christmas tree with her best friend and comes to terms with some deeper feelings
warnings: NSFW CONTENT, fingering, p in v, praise, dirty talk, i think that’s all?. (3k words)
notes: welcome to day 3 of the 12 days of kinkmas! please enjoy some soft friends-to-lovers with JD!
p.s. i wrote this prior to us learning that Jamie and Trevor no longer live together, so let’s just pretend they still do for the sake of the fic
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“do you think Trevor is gonna come home tonight?”
my best friend shakes his head at my question, handing me another ornament from the brand new package we bought at the store today.
“definitely not.” he chuckles, “when he goes over to her house for a hang out, he never comes back until the next day.”
Jamie uses air quotations around the words ‘hang out’, which makes me cringe, squeezing my eyes shut as though it’ll help clear my thoughts of Trevor having sex.
“oh, i did not need to imagine that.” he cackles when he sees my horrified expression, nearly doubling over in laughter.
my hand finds its way to his shoulder, slapping against his hoodie covered body.
“you asked!” he shrugs, “i didn’t think you’d picture it!”
“my mind wanders!” i defend myself, elbowing him in the arm as he stands completely upright again. “just gimme the last ornament.”
he finally sobers up, handing me the final ornament and allowing me to hang it on the tree before we step back to survey it.
“we still need to do the topper.” he concludes and i nod, stepping over to the plastic bags on the coffee table.
i rummage through them, my hunt ending when i finally spot the sparkly tree topper. walking over, i strain onto my tiptoes, flexing my arm as far as i can reach to try and place the decoration, but i still come up short.
“let me help.” Jamie gruffs, and i drop back down onto flat feet, expecting him to place the topper himself.
but instead, he stands behind me, his hands coming up to grip my jean clad hips, and lifts me up. taking me by surprise, i quickly place the topper on the christmas tree.
“is it straight?” i ask, peering down in await of his approval, just in time to watch him drag his eyes away from my ass.
was he checking me out?
“yeah, looks good.” i have to bite my lip to stifle a laugh, my mind immediately drifting, wondering if he was talking about the tree or my butt.
he slowly lowers me, my body sliding through his loosened grasp, and as my feet begin to reach the floor, his hands slip up the hem of my sweater. his chilled touch against the heated skin of my abdomen sending goosebumps along my body, butterflies erupting in my stomach.
Jamie tenses, his hands lingering even after my feet are flat against the hardwood, and a light shiver wracks my body.
i like it.
i mean, i know i’ve always tiptoed the line between platonic and romantic feelings with Jamie. even when we first met, i had hoped we would be something more. but then we became best friends, and i never thought there was any chance of us becoming anything else. so i locked those feelings away, living in quiet delusion that they never existed. but now i’m forced to face them again; forced to come to terms with the fact that they’re still there, and i still want more with him.
i turn my head, glancing over my shoulder and locking eyes with my best friend. and suddenly, it’s like i can see into his mind, reading him like an open book.
he likes it too.
i blink and all too quickly, Jamie is dropping his hands, stepping back hurriedly.
“sorry.” he mutters, casting me a small yet forced smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
i turn to face him, fighting the urge to pull him back to me.
“there’s no need to apologize.” i can only hope that i’m accurately conveying my underlying feelings. that he understands that i mean my words and also that they hold a deeper meaning than just dismissing his apology.
“there’s not?” his eyebrow raises, his hand flexing in front of him as though in a mental battle with himself; whether or not he should touch me again.
my head shakes slowly and i step closer, gazing up through my lashes to meet his eyes. my hand wraps around his wrist, scanning his face to gauge his reactions and emotions as i guide his touch back underneath my sweater and onto my waist.
his fingertips lightly skim my flesh, his sight cautiously flickering between my eyes and my lips. he must find what he’s searching for, because within a moment, his palm is pressed flat to my body, his fingers curling around my waist as he draws me even closer to him. our bodies are mere inches away from each other now, toeing the line between friendly and loving.
“do you…?” he trails off but he doesn’t have to finish his sentence in order for me to understand his meaning. i hum in agreement.
“do you…?” i repeat, my vocal inflection rising as i trail off; a question of my own, not ready to make the final jump unless i know for sure.
Jamie groans, finally pulling me flush against him, “god, yes.”
my best friend wastes no time in crashing his lips upon mine, his free hand tangling in my hair to tilt my head back.
a quiet moan travels up my throat, blocked by our locked lips which leave no choice but to vibrate against them.
he pulls away just slightly and i instinctively chase after him for a second.
“how long have you felt this way?” he whispers against me, simultaneously walking backwards, pulling me with him until my knees are resting on either side of him on the couch.
“since we met.” my confession is breathy and rushed, wanting nothing more than to feel his lips on mine again. “i thought i would get over it- that you didn’t see me like that.”
“fuck, i saw you like that.” he sounds pained, his grip tightening on my hips to keep me in place as i attempt to roll them against his. “of course i saw you like that.
“you’re beautiful, and smart, and kind. fuck, how could i not see you as more when you’re literally my dream girl? i never wanted to be just friends with you.”
i whimper at his words as he connects his mouth to my neck, pressing a trail of open mouthed kisses from my collarbone to my jawline.
“the amount of time we’ve wasted-” i’m cut off as he rolls his hips up to meet mine, a broken moan drawn from my lips at the feeling.
“shhh, don’t think about that.” he mutters against my skin, “we know now.”
his grip on my hips loosens as he guides them down to meet his. his lips finally meet mine again, suckling on my bottom lip as i sigh in pleasure.
“bed.” i huff as he pulls away. “let’s go to your bed.”
his arms encircle my waist, holding me to him as he rises to his feet, allowing me to lock my legs around him.
he’s efficient in making his way to his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us and dropping me onto his mattress.
“are you sure?” his blue eyes gaze into mine; swimming with concern.
i nod frantically, my fingers coiling through his belt loops to tug him back to me, “absolutely.”
he whines lowly, cupping my face gingerly with his hands.
“you don’t know how badly i’ve wanted this.”
he bends forward to kiss my lips, kneeling down on the bed between my spread legs.
the kiss quickly develops back into something lustful and intense, my hands shaking with pent up desire as they clutch at the hem of his shirt. i play with it, subtly letting him know that i want it off, but he just chuckles against my lips.
“use your words, pretty girl.”
i mewl at his remark and the way his swollen lips brush against mine.
“off, please.” i whisper through panted breaths. “i don’t want anything between us.”
he backs away, maintaining eye contact as he pulls his sweatshirt over his head, drawing the t-shirt underneath with it. i bite at the inside of my bottom lip, taking the chance to memorize every detail of his torso.
every freckle, every curve, every hair or birthmark being lasered into my brain.
he’s so perfect.
his nimble fingers drop to the button of his jeans, unfastening them and pulling them down until he’s left in nothing but his boxer briefs. his half-hardened cock bulges through his boxers, and the sight has me grinding down into the mattress.
he’s gonna ruin me.
“your turn, sweetheart.” he gives me barely any chance to do the work myself, his hands pulling my sweater over my head.
i push my staticky hair over my shoulder, lifting my hips and allowing him to pull my jeans off of my legs.
i’m sat clad in a black bra and mismatch panties, but under his gaze, i find no reason to be embarrassed that i’m not wearing something sexier.
“beautiful.” he murmurs, as though not telling me, but acknowledging it to himself.
i scoot further up the mattress, allowing him the space to crawl to me. his hands and knees sink into the soft surface as he comes to hover above me, capturing my lips with his.
one hand steadies himself as the other explores my body, grazing over my breasts as it runs down my chest. my body shudders in response and i can feel him smirk into the kiss, his thumb rubbing over the padding that covers my peaked nipples.
i yearn to feel his skin against mine, the heat of our bodies mingling; pushing me to arch my back as i slide my hands underneath to unclasp my bra.
he draws back as i slide the straps down my arms before flinging the garment onto the floor.
my nipples pebble against the frigid air, goosebumps littering my body, and i breathe heavily under Jamie’s stare, mentally urging him to do something.
“you’re fucking perfect.” he growls, dipping down to latch onto my breast. his lips close around the stiffened bud, his warm tongue circling as he sucks, and a cry of pleasure echoes off the walls as my head tips back, burrowing further into the pillow behind me.
“Jamie.” my back arches toward him, desperate underneath his touch.
he pulls away with a wet pop, kissing across my sternum and over to the other side while his fingers come to pinch and pull at the nipple he just abandoned.
“i need you.” i breathe out, voice cracking as my hands bury into his hair, pulling him back up to look at me.
“yeah?” he teases. his touch slides down my abdomen until he reaches to waistband of my panties, and as soon as i nod in permission, his fingers are slipping past the elastic band; dipping low into my wetness.
my eyes roll back as he glides his middle finger through my folds, using my slick as lubricant to circle my swollen clit.
“so wet for me.” he groans, his face burying in my neck as his lip find their place against my throat once more. “i could slide into you right now, don’t even need any foreplay.”
i moan, my hips rolling against him as he slips one finger into me, his thumb replacing to continue the contact against my clit.
“but i’m still gonna make you come on my fingers.” he states, curling the finger inside me to push against the spongey spot that makes my toes curl. “then i’m gonna make you scream on my cock. gonna fuck you like you deserve.”
he slips a seconds finger into me, providing me with the familiar pleasurable stretch as the ever growing knot in my stomach tightens further and further.
“Jamie, i’m gonna-” i can’t even finish my sentence, my jaw dropping slack as he finds the sweet spot just behind my ear.
“you gonna make a mess on my fingers?” my abdomen tightens as i clench around his fingers, my eyes squeezing shut as i whimper his name. “taking ‘em so well, like such a good girl.”
and just like that, the knot snaps, his fingers continuing their pace as he rides out my orgasm.
he pulls his head back, watching as my face scrunches in satisfaction, my breath catching in my throat as my hips stutter.
“so pretty when you come for me.” he mumbles, pulling his fingers out of my panties as i come down from my high.
my eyes flutter open, my blurry vision focusing as i watch him lick his fingers clean of my release.
my hands fly down to the waistband of his boxers, tugging recklessly.
“please.” i cry and he smiles sultrily, knocking my hands away in order to replace them with his own.
he pushes his boxers down, kicking them off his legs and the bed. his erection presses between us, his tip red and glistening with precum.
his fingers hook into the sides of my panties, pulling them down my legs and tossing them to the side.
“i need you.” i purr, my hand wrapping around his base and causing a shiver to wrack his body.
he moans, leaning over to rummage in his bedside table as i slowly pump his length. the foil packet in his hand is ripped open with his teeth before he shoves my hand away, rolling the condom down his shaft.
my legs spread even wider as he positions himself between them, sliding his cock through my wetness.
my body convulses slightly as his tip drags across my sensitive clit; and at my reaction, he smirks, repeating his actions and making me whimper.
“please,” i beg, “don’t tease me.”
he enters me with shallow strokes, taking his time to make sure i’m throughly stretched out and ready for him.
my legs clamp around his waist, my hips rolling up to meet his thrusts.
“so tight,” he sighs, his head tipping back as i bite my lip to hold in my sounds. “like you were made for me.”
as soon as he’s completely inside me, he pulls almost entirely out before pumping back in, his hand sprawling across my lower stomach to apply a light pressure.
“Jamie!” i squeak as his tip continues to hit against my g-spot with each thrust, my hands flying up to clutch at his back.
my nails dig into his skin, surely leaving crescent indentations in his pale skin.
“that’s right, pretty girl.” his voice is tight and strained, barely heard over the squelching sounds of his dick inside of my wet pussy. “scream my name.”
with each roll of his hips, his pelvis brushes against my puffy clit, my body shaking with pleasure as he fucks into me.
“feels so good.” i shudder out, craning my neck to pepper kisses against his shoulder and throat. “don’t stop.”
his pace quickens, and after my first release, my second is rapidly approaching, the pressure building in my stomach.
“fuck, i’m not gonna last.” he gruffs out, his hand slipping down from my stomach to my clit, rubbing in figure eights.
“i’m so close.” i tell him breathily, my toes curling as i clench around him.
“shit, shit, shit.” his hips stutter, his thrusts growing faster and sloppier as he chases his high.
“Jamie!” my back arches, holding my breath as my legs begin to shake around him, the pressure in my abdomen quickly releasing as i come around his cock.
my vision goes white behind my eyelids while he curses, spilling out into the condom as he continues to fuck me through our releases.
“you’re fucking perfect.” he grumbles, his weight dropping onto me as we both come down from our orgasms.
the room is silent besides the sound of our heavy breaths, and we lay there for a moment in quiet bliss.
“i love the way you whimper my name from your pretty little lips when you come.” he breaks the silence, rolling off of me.
a hiss leaves my lips as he slides out of me, sensitivity in overdrive after two orgasms.
“i love you.” i whisper, turning my head to gauge his reaction at my admission.
a warm smile spread across his lips, his eyes sparking with joy as he leans in to kiss me, “i love you too.”
unlike the last, this kiss is gentle and sweet, dripping with our aforementioned love, rather than lust.
“let’s clean you up.” he murmurs, rising from the bed.
he pulls his boxers back on, helping me into his t-shirt before he retreats from the room. when he reappears, he holds a wet washcloth.
kneeling between my spread legs, he swipes the washcloth through my folds, cleaning me of my own cum, and my hips buck up at the sensation against my overworked clit. he chuckles at my involuntary reaction, setting the washcloth in his hamper before helping me back into a clean pair of his boxers.
i stand to the side, my arms hugging my body as he changes his sheets, throwing the old ones in the washer and replacing them with fresh powder blue ones.
it’s only seven in the evening, but exhaustion plagues my body, forcing out a yawn, and he peers down at me with loving eyes.
“nap time?” he questions and i nod sleepily, humming in agreement.
he guides me back to the bed, tucking me in before he climbs into his side. his arm wraps around me, pulling me against him under the blanket, and a lazy smile gathers on my face as he cuddles into me.
he presses a soft kiss to the back of my neck before burying his nose into my hair, sighing in contentment.
the room is quiet, aiding me in my efforts to fall asleep; all the way up until i hear footsteps against the wooden floors outside the bedroom, my brows furrowing at the sound.
“is that…?” my question is quickly answered when the bedroom door flies open, revealing a hyper Trevor.
“yo, Jimbo, tree looks good!” the tanned boy grins, bouncing happily in the doorway before his sights lock on his best friend and i.
his eyes grow wide, his mouth dropping into an ‘o’ shape before he smirks, “FINALLY!”
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generalllimaginesss · 4 months
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prompt: “if you don’t love me just say that”. “i was 15 minutes late!”
with Jamie drysdale if possible <333
I hope you like this!! My first Jamie fic :)) Also I’m about to start working on a few more requests, but keep sending them in! As always, thank you so much for reading!!
••
The clock on the nightstand read the time as 7:15 p.m. a reminder of the absence of a certain someone that should’ve been home already.
Jamie had promised that he wasn’t going to be late for the date, but he was going golfing with a few of his teammates, and well, there’s no telling what events unfolded and what time he would be home.
As you were finishing the small details of your makeup, satisfied with your reflection in the mirror on your vanity, the sound of the door that led to the garage frantically opened and shut. A flash of fair skin and dark hair darted straight past you to the shower in your shared bathroom.
“Jamie…” You gave him a disappointed sigh, listening as he was taking the world’s fastest shower.
“I know, I know,” He called, washing the sweat out his hair.
It felt like he was taking forever, but between the time that he got out of the shower and started to dry his hair with the hair dryer, about 15 minutes passed.
You had already laid his suit on the bed with his shoes and belt to the side so that he wouldn’t have to take the time to decide between the many suits he had.
“Trevor told me to tell you that he’s not sorry for stealing me for the day,” Jamie winked at you, flashing a teasing smile as he began to get dressed, tucking his shirt in, putting his belt on, and tying his shoes.
“Hm, was that before or after you realized you were going to be late,” You asked, spritzing perfume on your wrists and chest.
“Babe,” Jamie whined.
“The next time you see Trevor, tell him he’s the side bitch,” You flashed a sarcastic smile towards Jamie, him grinning in response.
“Is that right,” Jamie quipped, adjusting the watch on his wrist. He snaked an arm around your waist, the smell of your perfume intoxicating him. His lips left a dewy kiss on your temple.
“Better be,” You responded under your breath and began to make your way to the living room, waiting on Jamie to make sure his hair looked decent and completely ignoring his attempt at reconciliation.
The two of you made your way to your favorite fine dining restaurant near your house, an Italian restaurant that had some of the best drinks in town.
“What are you getting?” Jamie asked, his eyes peering at you from behind his menu.
“The usual.”
“And that would be…” Jamie knew he’d have to work a little bit to get out of the dog house for being late.
“If you don’t love me just say it,” You rolled your eyes as you raised your eyebrows as him, holding back the smile that was fighting to show while giving him a hard time.
“Babe, I was 15 minutes late!” His voice rose as he defended himself. He knew you wouldn’t be able to drop this until he made it up to you in some way.
“I’m just teasing, you goob. I know you love me,” You thumped his forehead, him rubbing it in response.
“I love you so very much,” He took your hand and tangled your legs underneath the table.
“More than golf?” You questioned.
He pretended to think about it, resulting in a kick to his shin, but he quickly responded.
“Golf’s got nothing against my girl,” He smiled, kissing the top of your hand.
He discretely rubbed his shin, but he’d take a million kicks to the shin if it meant he could tell you how much he loved you all the time.
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holy-puckslibrary · 2 months
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━ 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞. 
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pairing(s) — JAMIE DRYSDALE x reader (est. relationship) wc — 1.5k synopsis — jamie can’t keep his hands to himself, and neither can his girlfriend. (prompted on this ask)
note — title’s from summertime by bon jovi + yes, this is a re-upload from the main blog (@holy-pucks) since nothing of mine posted there shows up in the tags. if you’ve already liked or shared that post, i would really appreciate you doing the same with this new one :) thx a million in advance! xx 
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specific content warnings listed below the cut.
cw — alcohol consumption/tipsy!reader x tipsy!jamie, accidental exhibitionism (jamie getting handsy at a bonfire bc he just can't resist lol), suggestive lang + innuendo, + general fluffy filth but nothing super explicit really, pretty tame for me tbh 
jamie drysdale has never been so pleased to have lost a fight in his entire life.
he didn't think it'd get cold enough to warrant lugging around an extra blanket (meaning him, not you—he's a gentleman). you thought otherwise, and pestered him until there was one neatly folded in the backseat.
objectively speaking, jamie was right; it wasn't even chilly. he was actually a little warm, if he was being honest, but that had a lot more to do with his wandering, beer-soaked mind than the weather or a superfluous layer.
—and he had a tent in his pants to prove it.
it's his own fault. he pulled you into his lap when there were more than enough lawn chairs scattered around the blazing fire, knowing full-well you fidget when you're tipsy. jamie knows you can't sit still to save your life, yet he sat you across his thighs anyway. and now he—and his raging hard-on—are paying the price.
he isn't embarrassed he's turned on, that's not the problem. that's never the problem. you've been dating for years, and anyone who's shocked by the effect you have on him has bigger problems than jamie's attraction to his own girlfriend.
it's the fact that he's about ten seconds away from pulling your suit to the side and rutting into you in the middle of a public beach with his friends not even a foot away.
someone across the half-moon crowd says something that makes you laugh—makes you wiggle. jamie's hands tighten on your hips to keep you still, but, by this point in the night, his body is too lax to be of much help. if anything, the impassioned touch eggs you on, and it isn't long before his hips are moving to match your mostly-involuntary movements.
jamie hisses through gritted teeth, jaw clenched so tight it aches. "baby, quit it—please."
fluttering half-lidded eyes meet his, clock his internal struggle, and immediately twinkle with mischief. under the guise of shifting your attention, you rub the outside of your thigh against the bulge threatening to tear his trunks.
"quit what?" you ask with a demure smile, your hands looping themselves around his neck. warm fingertips play with the feathered locks tickling his sunburnt neck, making him shiver.
"you know what," he glares. "i don't know when we'll get back home, and you're driving me insane."
"touch me here."
blinking in disbelief, he balks. "w-what?"
"touch. me. here."
each word is punctuated with a chaste peck to his ever-reddening cheek. the succinct affection bounces you in his lap, and jamie can't help but slide his hands further beneath the sandy blanket. at first, to halt the infuriating friction but, like usual, once his hands wander he just can't stop. consequences—and shyness—be damned.
"s'not a good idea." jamie nips your jaw, dotting a line of warm kisses along your neck, stopping once his nose brushes your ear. "my baby's loud as shit, and i'd rather not have an audience."
you swat his chest in offense, but giggle nonetheless. "am not!"
"are too." he smiles up at you.
"i can be quiet," you huff, determination furrowing your brow.
jamie reaches up to smooth the crease with his thumb. you catch his arm and press a sweet peck to the inside of his wrist. he shudders.
you hum into his skin, "i think you're projecting."
"that right?" your boyfriend feigns ignorance, amused.
"let me prove it," you whisper before leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose. with your forehead flush to his, you try again. "please, jamie. i can't wait anymore—and i certainly can't wait until t strikes out with whoever he's obsessed with this week."
jamie snorts.
you make a solid point; it could be another ten minutes or upwards of two hours. his guess was as good as any—trevor himself included. jamie's really starting to hate that him finally fucking his own girlfriend hinges on his best friend's ability—or inability—to seal the deal.
"you make even a peep, and i stop. got it?"
what's the worst that could happen if he indulges you a bit? no one's even paying attention to either of you, anyway.
you nod, bottom lip pinched between your teeth. jamie tugs it free, fingertip dancing over the fresh indentations. your tongue slips out to tease his sun-soaked skin, and it isn't long before the digit is flush to your hot tongue.
jamie's eyes are almost black with lust as they watch your lips welcome and release his finger over and over again. your eyelids fall as he slips into a trance, mesmerized by your mouth.
"words, baby. gimme words," he prods, the words barely audible.
you surrender his hand with a faint pop, blinking down at him like you're already teetering on the precipice. "no sounds or you stop—i got it," you parrot. "now are you going to touch me?"
"needy, needy, baby," jamie teases after stealing a kiss. "i've spoiled you rotten, haven't i? can't even go a couple hours without begging me to touch you... s'alright, i can barely keep my hands of you. 'specially when i've got you sittin' all pretty in my lap like this."
"—jamie, please, just... just touch me already—need t'feel you."
chuckling to himself, jamie mercifully pushes the sodden material out of the way. he nearly moans at what he finds.
how much of it is from the evening dip you took with a couple of the other girlfriends, it's hard to tell, but he'd put good money on it being little to none. no, the damp patch growing in his lap is all you. sweet and warm, and perfectly you.
you gasp when he collects some of the escaped arousal with a few of his fingers. jamie raises a brow in your direction and you cover your mouth apologetically. he bites the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. you're trying so hard to keep quiet, it's adorable.
"—haven't even done anything and you're already breaking your promise," he chides. "how am i supposed to give you what you want when you're already misbehaving?"
"the other one," you breathe. confused, jamie hesitates. "give me your other hand."
you fish his free hand out from between your bodies and bring it up to your mouth. his eyes bulge out of their sockets once your intentions become obvious; you mean to silence yourself by sucking on his middle and marriage as he fucks you with the other hand. your back is mostly to the group, but he's still paranoid as all hell.
yet, jamie can't bring himself to deny you—or himself.
"you're gonna be the death of me," he groans as your head dips.
too turned on to care, jamie relents and slips a gentle finger into you. your eyes pinch shut, teeth catching on his other hand, but no sound leaves you. as a reward for your good behavior, he sinks in even further, until he's knuckle-deep at both ends.
his movements are much slower than normal, but, somehow, it doesn't matter. jamie's thumb seeks out your clit, sensitive and swollen despite its neglect, and he traces lazy circles between deep, measured thrusts. all the while, he mouths at your neck with little concern for what evidence he might leave behind. jamie's sole focus is making you feel as good as he does right now with his half-naked, hot-as-hell girlfriend writhing in his lap, her pretty pussy clenching around his lucky fingers.
"—j-jamie," you warble around his drenched hand, hips bucking into the other with what little leverage you have positioned like this. "—close, s'close."
oh, he knows. he can tell. jamie knows your body better than you do; he's a diligent student.
"are you, baby?" jamie can't resist a bit of taunting. you're too far gone to push back. "poor thing, what do you need from me? tell me what you need to get there."
you're slow to answer, overwhelmed by the sensations attacking your mind from all angles. somewhere along the line, a second finger was added... and then a third. the burning stretch aches so good your vision blurs.
jamie, jamie, jamie—the beginning, middle, and end of your thoughts—jamie, through and though. he's everywhere, but it's still not enough.
"my n-neck," you eventually gasp. "please—kiss my neck again."
your boyfriend is more than happy to oblige. lips latched to the tender spot just below your ear, jamie lets his hand take control of the pace; he's no longer content to drag this out. it's been a long day, and all he wants is to watch his pretty girlfriend fall to pieces in his lap.
your peak is ushered in by a series of pitiful little whines and whimpers, mostly muffled by his spit-stained hand, but jamie doesn't have the heart—or the sanity—to chastise you for it. if he had it his way, his mind would play those beautiful, broken sounds on a loop.
but the reverie is too good to last. it always is.
"get a room, you two!"
a chorus of laughter and vulgar remarks succeed trevor's call-out. and, hot under the collar, jamie's cheeks burn pink as he buries his face in the safety of your neck.
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sunkissed-zegras · 28 days
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38. "stay with me, please? i need you tonight. maybe for the rest of my life, if you're generous."
with jamie!
𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 | jd⁹
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♡ ─ word count | 1.6k
♡ ─ warnings | hurt/comfort, ANGST!! jamie being an asshole (but it was lowkey justified), mention of his injury/trade :((, thats all!
♡ ─ ev's notes | okay listen i forgot the prompt but the last few paragraphs basically describe what the prompt conveys if that makes sense, i still hope u enjoy it nonnie 😭🩷
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Jamie had a pretty hard season, with him moving to Philadelphia unexpectedly and him being injured had really gotten to him. He's spent the last two weeks at home recovering and trying to get better as soon as he could, he wanted to be back on the ice as soon as possible. His injury added another layer of frustration. The pain, both physical and emotional, weighed heavily on him. Hockey had always been his sanctuary, and the forced break on top of the trade felt like the whole universe was against him.
You entered the condo, sighing with exhaustion. The last couple months had been frustrating for you as well, but it didn't even come close to how Jamie was feeling. As you entered the small condo, you heard the shower running and assumed it was Jamie.
You put down everything and began starting on dinner, Jamie probably hadn't eaten anything except breakfast. You were worried for him, more than you could ever express. You'd always had faith in him even in the lowest of the lows but he had never been this low in his entire career. He'd always been a determined person but right now, it really did feel like the odds were stacked up against him.
You wanted to do everything in your power to make him happy again, even if it was for a fleeting moment before the world closing on him again. The smell of a home-cooked meal began to fill the air as you moved around the kitchen, chopping vegetables and preparing a comforting dish.
As you worked, your thoughts lingered on Jamie's struggles - the trade, the injury, and the emotional toll it all took on him. You understood the importance of hockey in his life, how it served as a source of purpose. Tonight, you wanted to provide not just a meal but a reminder that he wasn't alone in this struggle, no matter what happens.
As your timer beeped, indicating that dinner was ready, you set the table, adorned with comforting dishes. The shower turned off, and soon Jamie emerged, his weariness evident in his movements. You gave him a warm smile, opening up your arms for a hug.
"I made your favorite,"
He slumped down to your height and embraced you tightly, sighing. You let him hug you before he slipped away from the embrace, and you could feel the tension in his shoulders as he did. The weariness in his pretty eyes spoke volumes, but so did the gratitude for the effort you put into making the evening a little brighter.
"Thank you," Jamie murmured, his voice a mixture of fatigue and appreciation. He walked over to the table and sat down as you brought waters from the fridge before sitting with him.
"How was your day?" You asked gently as you settled into the seat, glancing up to watch him.
"It was fine." He responded shortly as he began eating the food, avoiding your gaze. You knew he didn't want to come off bitter but it stung, you tried your best to not to take it personal. "You?"
"Oh, you know, the usual," you replied with a light chuckle, trying to maintain a casual tone. "Work had its moments, but nothing too exciting. I did manage to catch up with Maya over the phone today, she said she missed us back in California."
You knew you had messed up as you heard Jamie's fork hit the plate, the sound echoing throughout the apartment. Shit, I shouldn't have mentioned California. You looked up and caught his tired gaze as he sighed.
"I'm sorry," you offered softly, regret lacing your words. "I didn't mean to bring up anything that might upset you. It's just habit to share little updates about people we know, you know?"
Jamie took a deep breath, and you could see the effort it took for him to compose himself. "It's okay," he finally replied, though the strain in his voice betrayed the words. "I just... miss the way things used to be."
His vulnerability hung in the air, and you felt a pang of empathy. The unexpected move to Philadelphia had disrupted not only his career but also the familiar life you both had in California. You reached across the table, gently placing your hand over his. "I miss it too, Jamie. But we'll make new memories here. It just takes time."
He sighed and pulled his hand away from yours, your chest squeezing in hurt. He took the fork and continued to eat, choosing to stay silent. You didn't know why he was being so distant, so cold. You hated it but you couldn't resent him for it, you knew it wasn't his fault. That still didn't mean it didn't hurt, though.
The room seemed to shrink with the silence, the only sound was the clinking of cutlery against the plate. The unspoken tension between you and Jamie hung heavy in the air and despite your attempt to offer comfort, he withdrew further into his thoughts. As he continued to eat in silence, you couldn't shake the ache in your chest. The distance, both physical and emotional, left you feeling like a spectator in Jamie's struggle, unable to bridge the gap that seemed to widen with each passing moment.
You had never had this problem with Jamie before, he communicated everything he felt so that it was easier for the both of you so this was new territory. What had changed? Why was he retreating into this new, silent version of himself? The questions lingered, unanswered, amplifying the sense of helplessness.
With a heavy sigh, you set your fork down, the clatter against the plate echoing the unease in the room. "Jamie," you began tentatively, your voice soft but carrying the weight of your concern. "I hate seeing you like this, I just want to help."
Jamie had finally slammed the fork down, looking up at you with agitated playing on his face. "You can't fucking help me, Y/N. Do you get that, is that simple enough for you? I can't breathe around you without you looking at me and trying to analyze it and help me. You look at me like I'm some kind of burden you need to carry, and I'm sick of it."
His words hit you like a punch to the gut, the raw emotion behind them stinging more than any physical blow. It was a side of Jamie you hadn't encountered before, and the harshness in his tone took you aback. There was silence as you both stared at each other and you saw the regret slowly seep into Jamie's expression.
You took a moment to collect yourself, swallowing the lump in your throat before finally speaking. "I never meant to make you feel like a burden. I just care about you, and seeing you struggle hurts. I thought we could face it together, like we always have."
He lowered his gaze, a visible conflict playing out in his eyes. The regret painted across his face was palpable, and for a moment, it seemed like he was grappling with the weight of his words. "I know I messed up," Jamie finally admitted, his voice softer now, remorse evident. "It's just... everything feels like too much right now, and I took it out on you. I'm sorry, baby."
The pet name rolled off his tongue like honey as he spoke and you could see the old Jamie come back slowly as you gazed at him. You nodded, acknowledging the complexity of the emotions that had fueled his outburst.
"Everything will be easier if you just talk to me, Jamie." You paused, choosing your words carefully. "I want to understand, Jamie. I want to be there for you," you continued, your voice gentle but firm. "We can face whatever it is together. Just talk to me. Please."
He sighed, the conflict in his eyes softening. "I know, Y/N. I just... I'm not used to all of this. The move, the injury, it's like my whole world got turned upside down, and I don't know how to understand it."
You reached across the table, your hand finding his. "We'll figure it out together. You don't have to carry it all on your own. I hate seeing you hurt like this, baby."
He squeezed your hand, the warmth of the gesture was filled with gratitude. "I don't want to push you away, Y/N. I just... I've always been the one who had it all figured out, you know? But this, it's different. It's overwhelming."
"You don't have to have it all figured out, Jamie. We'll navigate through this together. It's okay not to be okay, you don't have to play the part because at the end of the day, you're just human."
He nodded, a mixture of emotions flickering in his eyes. "I'm just scared of losing everything, of losing myself in all of this mess."
The weight of his fears hung in the air, and you leaned in, your thumb gently caressing his hand. "You won't lose yourself, Jamie. I'm here to help you find your way back. We'll take it one step at a time."
For a moment, he hesitated, the weight of vulnerability hanging in the air. Then, slowly, he began to open up. The words spilled out, frustration, fear, and the overwhelming pressure he felt. As he spoke, you listened, offering support.
After the conversation, you laid next to him in the bed, his head laying on your chest. The silence was comfortable as you both began to seep into sleep, enveloped in one another. Your fingers gently traced soothing patterns on his back as you held him close, your presence a reassurance that he wasn't alone ever.
The soft rhythm of his breathing matched the steady beat of your heart, as Jamie shifted slightly, his fingers finding yours in the darkness.
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leaentries · 4 months
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jamie “who absolutely lost his fucking mind the first time you called him daddy” drysdale
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sounds of skin slapping and the headboard slamming against the wall filled the empty apartment. your loud moans turned into screams as jamie plunged himself in your cunt. his hands wrapped tightly around your legs that were propped over his shoulders.
you let your legs fall as they began to shake with pleasure. jamie’s hands switched to grab your hips, pulling your weight to meet his thrusts. you dug your nails into his forearms, drawing a deep groan from jamie.
“fuck just like that baby. taking me so well.” he leaned down, moving his arms to rest by your head as he laid his body flush against your own. you legs welcomed him with ease, wrapping around his waist to rest on his lower back.
you could feel the shocks of your orgasm begin to tighten in your belly. your pussy contracting violently around jamie’s thick cock. he sped up his pumps as he felt your core tug him in closer. the way your walls wrapped around his cock was heavenly.
“mmm, daddy.” you whimpered mindlessly. your head completely empty other than thoughts of jamie. your whole body and senses were consumed with him. you could feel his hip stutter, stilling slightly as he heard your words.
your eyes widened as you realized what you had said.
“what was that?” his blue eyes bored into yours, with a certain fire that you had never seen.
“n-nothing, jamie,” you swallowed thickly, turning your head away. “it was nothing.”
jamie’s hand gripped your face, forcing you to look at him once more. “no, no, baby. it was definitely not nothing.” he lowered his lips, now slightly grazing your own with each word.
“i want you to say it again.”
you bucked your hips pathetically, trying to get him to move them once more. his throbbing cock now unmoving in your aching cunt.
“not how this works, princess. say it again, or i’ll leave you here to finish yourself off.” normally you wouldn’t think jamie had it in him, always making sure to have you cum at least twice before he even thinks about himself. but the look on his face made it seem like he was serious.
the way his eyes were darkened and slightly hooded and his jaw rapidly clenching as he tried not to give in to the sweet tightness of you.
going against the burning sense of embarrassment, you felt yourself muttering the words, “please, daddy.”
“fuck me.” jamie whispered. he let his hips find their original pace, brutally snapping into your eager hole. his hands now gripped your hips so hard you knew there would be bruises tomorrow, but you didn’t care.
all the mattered was the force that jamie’s cock was hitting that sponge spot inside of you with every shot of his hips. your mouth opened in a silent scream, your boobs bouncing with the sheer intensity of his thrusts.
“you like that princess?” he brings his lips down to yours once more, stealing a white-hot kiss. his tongue traces your lips, as you let him gain entrance. your body too fucked out to put up a fight.
jamie’s pulled back, panting. “that’s it, cum for daddy. make a mess on his cock.”
you felt the knot in your core snap as fiery pleasure seared your whole body. your blood boiling as your body arched into jamie’s rigid front.
you let out a meek cry, “fuck yes, daddy.” 
jamie quickly met you at the peak, the sound of your desperate cries enough to push him to his own orgasm. he continued his thrusts, shooting hot ropes of cum deep inside of your abused pussy.
he slowed down, making sure to work you both through your highs. jamie’s body collapsed against yours, laying his head on your chest. you both laid there panting, attempting to catch your breaths.
after a few minutes, you let your hand travel to his hair, gently playing with the messy strands. his own hands rubbed soothing circles into the reddish-purple marks on your hips. you basked in the bliss of each others spent bodies.
the peaceful silence was broken by your words, “so, daddy huh?”
he bit your shoulder lightly, face turning red.
“shut up.”
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huggybearluvr · 5 months
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one | jd6
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summary: You and Jamies One year anniversary post.
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liked by trevorzegras, jamiedrysdale, and others yourusername Happy One year Jamie Baby <3 This past year has been nothing but exciting, i love you more than anything in this world (yes, even more than Robert Pattinson). I cant wait to celebrate with you tonight...
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jackhughes I cant decide if I want to throw up or jump up and down
colecaufield MY PARENTS EVRYONE!!! Happy one year mom and dad!
anehiemducks our favorite couple!
jamiedrysdale I love you so much baby! Happy one year, I can't wait to celebrate😉😜
jackhughes MY EYES
colecaufield MOM DAD WHAT IS THIS
Trevorzegras I NEED TO GO BUY EAR PLUGS
yourusername yes Z you do.
alexturcs My favorite couple of worms!
yourusernmae what.
Jamiedrysdale what.
Jackhughes they just don't understand us turcs
Alexturcs they really dont
Jamiedrysdale
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Liked by Yourusername, Lukehughes, and others...
Jamiedrysdale to my pretty girl, happy one year! and many more to come! I love you more than words could ever express.
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yourusername awww baby, im gonna cry, I love you!
Jamiedrysdale I love you more
Lukehughes mama y papa
Yourusername MY SON
Jamiedrysdale HES NOT OUR SON
Yourusername YESSS
Jamiedrysdale NOOOOOO
Lukehughes dad doesn't want me?
Yourusername its okay my son!
TrevorZegras I love you guys together but it makes me wanna throw up, cry, and shit my pants all at the same time.
Anaheimducks our favs!!
yourusername Can we get a puppy now please?
Jamiedrysdale yes!
Trevorzegras no!
jackhughes YES!
Trevorzegras you dont even live with us.
jackhughes I stay over there all the time
Jamiedrysdale no you dont?
jackhughes I will if you get a puppy.
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mamaestapa · 1 month
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Colds and Cuddles|| Jamie Drysdale x reader
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• pairing: Jamie Drysdale x reader
• summary: Jamie takes care of you and gives you all the cuddles you need when you come down with a bad cold
• warnings: sickness, colds/sinus infections, tooth rotting fluff, Jamie being the sweetest human ever<3
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You sat up in your bed, propped up with a couple pillows and sniffling softly as you reached for the box of tissues sitting on your bedside table. You pulled a lotion infused tissue out of the box, bringing it up to your red nose. A look of disgust took over your features as you blowed harshly into the tissue.
You definitely had a cold or a sinus infection.
You started to feel under the weather after your night out with friends on Friday night. You shrugged it off as just a little congestion since the weather has been in fluctuating like crazy in Philly. However you woke up Sunday morning feeling much worse.
You picked up your phone from the bedside table and decided to call Jamie, who would be on his way home from morning practice. The phone rang three times before Jamie picked up, his soft tone on the other line making you smile.
"Hi pretty girl, how you feeling?"
"Hi Jamie baby," you sniffled, cringing at the sound of your nasally voice as you spoke. You laughed slightly, "Like shit."
You could hear Jamie's frown through the phone as he spoke, "I'm sorry baby. Do you want me to pick anything up for you?"
"I don't think so, just you please."
"Of course, I'll be right over."
You smiled, sniffling softly once again, "See you in a bit, I love you J."
"I love you more, baby."
You hung up the phone with a soft sigh and another sniffle. You hated being congested. You hated being sick. You just wanted Jamie home so he could cuddle with you. Jamie was the best when it came to cuddling, and he always knew how to make you feel better.
You got up from bed, deciding to fix freshen up a bit before your boyfriend got home. Since getting a new place together, you and Jamie only live about ten minutes away from the arena so he'd be home fairly quickly as long as traffic wasn't too crazy. You brushed your hair put on one of Jamie's old Ducks sweatshirts, one he had worn during his rookie year that you loved so much. After freshening up in the bathroom, you got back into bed and picked up your phone that was laying on your pillow.
Jamie had texted you, letting know you he was on his way and that he was stopping at the store to pick some things up for you. You smiled warmly at his message as you replied. Jamie was the best boyfriend.
About ten minutes latter, you heard the front door to the apartment open. Jamie walked down the hallway and into your bedroom. A frown appeared on his face as he looked at you with sad eyes. You looked miserable, propped up on your pillows and snuggled under the covers. Your eyes were droopy, heavy with sleep and sickness.
"Hi baby," Jamie cooed as he walked over to you. You smiled softly at your sweet boyfriend, "Hey Jamie Baby."
Jamie got close to you and placed the back of his hand on your flushed cheek. You brought a hand up from under the covers, placing it on Jamie's forearm as he checked you for a fever.
"How are you feeling?"
You sniffled softly, "Pretty shitty, "but at least now I have my hot boyfriend here to take care of me."
Jamie shook his head, laughing at what you had just said. Your comment made his cheeks flush, matching the shade of pink like yours. However, Jamie's wasn't from a fever. Yours was.
"You definitely have a fever." He observed, flipping his hand over so he could cup your cheek. You nuzzled your face against his palm, making Jamie smile as he started to softly stroke your cheek with his thumb.
You nodded, "I took my temp after I called you. It was one hundred one point four."
Jamie's smile faltered as he took in your appearance. Your cheeks were flushed from a fever, your eyes were heavy with dark purple under eyes, and you had a pink nose from the constant dripping and blowing.
"Does anything hurt?"You closed your eyes, wincing softly, "My head. My throat too, but I think it's just drainage. I cant stop sneezing either."
"You poor thing," Jamie said, voice laced with sorrow as he continued to gently stroke out cheek, "can I get you anything?"
"Just you," you said as you smiled softly at Jamie, "just you holding me would be great." Jamie smiled at you as he dropped his hand from your cheek. He slid his tennis shoes off and walked over to the opposite side of the be, his side of the bed. Jamie sat down on the bed with a soft groan as his tired limbs thanked him for taking a much needed break. Jamie carefully laid down beside you, holding his arm up for you to cuddle into his side. You adjusted your position so you were now tucked into Jamie's side, resting your head on his chest.
"Are you comfy, sweetheart?"
"Very." you nodded, pulling the comforter up so the material covered Jamie too.
"Good." Jamie said softly. He brought his left hand down to your head, running his fingers through your hair while and scratching your scalp every so often. He hoped it would lull you into a much needed sleep, which it did, but not before you thanked your boyfriend for being so sweet and taking care of you.
"Thank you for taking care of me, Jamie baby."
Jamie leaned down and pressed a gentle, loving kiss to the crown of your head, "There's no need to thank me, baby. It's what I'm here." He squeezed you gently as he finished speaking, "I hate seeing my girl sick. I'd do anything to make you feel better."
"Anything you say?"
Jamie shook his head, chuckling softly, "Not that. Gotta get you feeling better first, Mrs. Drysdale.”
"Mrs. Drysdale? I must've missed my own wedding then." You teased, poking Jamie in his side. Jamie grabbed your left hand and laced his fingers with yours. He started to play with the gold band of your simple engagement ring that was wrapped perfectly around your ring finger.
"I'm sorry, future Mrs. Drysdale."
You chuckled as a smile pulled at your lips. The smile didn't stay on your face for long though as the pain in your throat started to feel worse.
"Hopefully I'll be better tomorrow." You said after cleaning your throat. Jamie hummed, rubbing your arm lovingly as he spoke, "I hope so too. Now," he brought his hand back up to your head, slowly running his fingers through your hair once again, "get some rest, okay?"
"Okay." you said quietly as you sniffled. Tiredness was already taking over, and soon enough you were fast asleep on Jamie's chest. Jamie didn't mind if he got sick, all he cared about was making sire you were comfortable and feeling better.
Being tucked into Jamie's side and wrapped in his arms did just that.
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hi loves!!
not only could all us jamie girlies use some fluff after his injury today, but i’ve been promising to get this fic out for weeks now.
life happened though and college was kicking my booty once again, BUT it’s finally done and updated
this is dedicated to @guerrillateezsworld (who i said i’d write this for weeks ago. thank you for being so patient my love. i appreciate it so much and i hope you enjoyed this!) and to @mxqlss (i hope you feel better soon my sweet!) i love you both, thank you for always being so sweet and supportive🤍🤍 you’re AMAZING!
as always, thank you all so much for all the love and support you continue to give me personally and on my writing. it means the world!🫂🤍
now jamie drysdale…PLEASE be okay :( the girlies and me especially cannot take you being hurt again. so please please be okay
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ohmyeyesmyeyes · 1 month
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you'd know - j. drysdale
summary: jamie moves to philly! and doesn't sleep on cam's couch!
warnings: swearing? unedited (i'll do it later maybe), fluff, insinuation of sexual relations, the tr*de
word count: 3.1k
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“What about this one?” Jamie asked, not for the first time in the last hour, sliding his tablet across the duvet to sit on your lap, you once more placing your book next to you on the covers, barely holding in the mildly amused tilt of your lips when you felt his eyes fixate intently on the side of your face as you swiped through the photos of houses in Philly.
It wasn’t the best one he’d shown you, by all means, but it had a certain charm about it that had you clicking the ‘favourite’ icon in the corner and passing the device back over to him without a word. 
Even as you picked up your book again, eyes drifting to the clock in the corner of his screen, you couldn’t quite concentrate on the words printed on the page. Your mind hadn’t really been into reading these last couple of days; everything seemed to have happened pretty quickly with Jamie’s trade to Philly (of all places!), and then although he’d left his stuff in Cam’s apartment and taken up residence on the ginger’s couch, he’d mostly taken to staying over at yours – a vast change in dynamic since the start of your relationship in the summer. You’d gone from scheduled FaceTime calls and texts, and maybe only seeing each other in person once monthly since the season had started, to Jamie living within a five mile radius and sleeping over at yours almost every night.
Cam wasn’t complaining, by any means: an empty apartment was always going to be a positive thing for him, but it didn’t stop Jamie from sneaking back over each morning, unaware of the fact that Cam was very much alert to his sneaking out. He just didn’t want to be disrespectful or seem like he wasn’t appreciative of the offer of a couch, but…a bed with his girlfriend was always going to be the more appealing option, that much was certain.
You weren’t exactly complaining either, it was just a lot to adjust to. But the most shocking thing, not including Jamie’s trade to Philly, was probably the fact that you weren’t bothered by him being in your apartment or seeing him everyday.
It was just a little weird.
And now he was shopping for houses in your double bed (your room didn’t fit anything bigger), your roommate asleep in their room on the other side of the apartment, and asking for your opinion on each listing he showed, both of you fully aware of the fact that your lease was set to end in a matter of weeks.
“What about this one?” He asked once more, and instead of placing your book on the bed, you reached over to place it on top of the bedside table, surrendering to the fact that you weren’t about to get any reading done if he kept up this schtick.
You flicked through the photos, chewing the inside of your mouth as you scrolled down to read the information. 
Like all the others, this one also had three bathrooms and four bedrooms, and you weren’t entirely sure if you were overthinking too much, but those factors seemed a little much for a guy to have in a house by himself. You had no doubt that Jamie intended to have some friends over every now and again, but all these houses he was showing were, for lack of better descriptions, family houses. Or, at least, houses for more than one person.
“I…” you started, hesitating slightly at actually bringing the topic up; the most serious conversation you guys had ever had was the one pertaining to the actual state of your relationship, and even then, you’d stopped calling it ‘fun’ only five months ago – and if your theory was correct…
You weren’t even sure.
“What’s up?” Jamie asked, leaning in ever-so-closely. His arm and shoulder was leant comfortably against yours, his head just shy of resting against your cheek so he could still see the screen clearly.
“Nothing,” you started, backing out of it slightly, before inhaling sharply and purposefully avoiding looking at him when you spoke the next few words out loud. How the fuck could you say this without sounding– “It’s just, these houses all have big back yards and loads of bathrooms and bedrooms.”
Jamie blinked, lips pressing together as his eyes flickered back down to the screen, “Do they?” He asked, unsurely taking the tablet out of your hands, and you had to catch your bottom lip with your teeth to stop yourself from smiling a little at his anxious antics.
So, you’d been right, then.
That was nice to know.
He pretended to frown, a crease between his brows and a look of concentration printed so…fakely onto his face that you were forced to sneak your way under his arm, head settling rather comfortably on his shoulder as he brought his arm around to tuck you into his side, both hands still attached to the tablet. He pressed a delicate kiss to your hair before resting his cheek on top of your head, his hum vibrating your bones.
“So,” you started, “you planning on having loads of people over with these houses?” You asked innocently, watching him with interest as he scrolled further down the listings. He’d made no move to edit his filters, which did nothing but confirm your suspicions.
He nodded, exhaling through his nose and clicking back onto the favourites page to scroll down and then back up again, a lot of thought going into clicking his clear favourite. It was a rather adorable house, if empty, barely-furnished photos were anything to go by; it just felt easy to picture him decorating the entire place with his stuff – and a bed. For him to sleep in, not a couch, with his own sheets on.
“I was thinking for special occasions, like Christmas and stuff, and I can’t go home because of work, that people might be open to the idea of staying here and celebrating in Philly.” He mumbled, flicking through the photos.
“People?” You echoed, head turning to your door after a bang echoed through your apartment.
The across-the-hall neighbours were almost nocturnal, you were sure of that.
“Y’know,” Jamie continued, pretending the bang wasn’t at all a disturbance, “family, friends. ‘N you.”
You blinked, focusing all the willpower you had into not grinning like an absolute fool and giving yourself away to him – not only because you knew he was keeping an eye on you, but because you wanted to tease him a little bit, not in a mean way, but gently – enough to get him to blush and admit to something.
“Is that why you’re asking for my opinion?” You asked, your fingers lazily and absent-mindedly trailing up and down his forearm.
He hummed again, and his lack of words had you pulling away from him a little. It wasn’t enough to break out of his hold, but enough to get him to lift his head from yours so you could see his face properly. His eyes were on you, but as soon as he seemed to register you weren’t moving anywhere, he turned his attention back to the tablet, ignoring his complete lack of answer and instead choosing to press his lips together to prevent himself from smiling, and avoiding your eyes completely.
“Jamie?” 
“Yeah?” He mumbled, still not reacting.
You poked a finger to his cheek, his stubble providing a scratch that almost tickled, and he caught your hand, this time with a rather amused smile now freely on his face, and his eyes accusingly narrowed in your direction, “You didn’t answer my question.”
“Didn’t I?” He furrowed his brows, tilting his head. His hand squeezed around yours three times, before he laced your fingers together.
You rolled your eyes fondly, “You know you didn’t.”
He sighed, switching his tablet off and placing it on the floor with a dull thud, shooting you a ‘just a moment’ look as he got himself comfy against the pillows, taking an exceptionally long amount of time to adjust the height at which he preferred the duvet to be pulled up.
“Come on.” He patted your pillow, and you followed, lying face-to-face, “Okay. So, I’ve been thinking that we should start factoring each other in a bit more. It’s been, like, nine months—”
You frowned, “Five.”
“Nine.” He argued, blue eyes confused at your own answer.
“Five – we weren’t even dating–”
“We might as well have been. We were doing everything we do now–”
“Except tell each other the truth.”
He blinked after a brief pause, “Fine. Five months, then. I guess I’m asking your opinion on the houses because you’re my girlfriend, and I want us both to like the house I’m going to buy because I’m hoping you’ll stay over every now and then. I want you to like it so you stay over.”
“Even if I didn’t like it I’d want to stay over.” 
He breathed a laugh sorely lacking mirth, and you felt yourself frown at his shaking head and disbelieving eyes.
“That’s not the point.” He whispered.
You didn’t say anything or do anything to allude to what you were thinking; Jamie’s eyes were roving over your face searching for some kind of hint as to what was going through your head – trying to figure out if you’d caught on or if you were genuinely oblivious to what he was struggling to say.
“I’m not a mind-reader.” You replied, arching a brow and unable to hide the small tells of a smile on your face when he seemed to soften at your words.
He knew you were teasing him, but he also knew he wasn’t going to get what he wanted if he didn’t say it outright.
“I was hoping you’d help me decorate, like, help me pick out some furniture or what paint to get for the walls kind of thing. I know you’re not gonna be living with me, but I want you to stay over and feel comfortable enough to maybe, I don’t know, like…stay there when your roommate or neighbours are pissing you off, or to have a key, or to move in with me at some point in the future.” You could feel his hand tracing absentminded shapes into the sheets under the covers, and his eyes seemed intent on avoiding looking anywhere near your direction, instead choosing to dart from his pillow, to the vintage poster of Sidney Crosby on the back of your door, to your bedside light. Everywhere but you.
There was a brief moment when he was talking that you were almost a little worried he was going to ask you to move in then and there – and while that certainly wasn’t an unappealing option at all, you were still getting used to each other. Your relationship was pretty new, and Jamie was still adjusting, and the last thing either of you needed was to amp up the intensity at this moment in time when it could just as equally prove to be as disastrous as good.
But when he’d said ‘some point in the future’, all of that dissipated into thin air. 
“The first house.” You mumbled, trying to catch his attention. It seemed to do the trick pretty effectively, because even though his eyes were wide, he was hanging on to everything you said with a look so intense that it rivalled the one you’d only seen him use on the ice. He didn’t say anything, but you could tell he was holding his breath, “That’s my favourite.”
He swallowed, pushing his head a little off the pillow, cheeks a little red at the insinuation behind your words, “It’s my favourite too.”
“I know.” You grinned, “But–”
He tensed.
“But I do think you should make some decisions only on your own, because it’s gonna be your house. If you need help or advice, that’s fine, but I think you also need to do this for yourself – get comfy in Philly.”
He twisted his mouth in consideration, “You’d tell me if you hated something that I picked though, right? Or if I–”
“If you pick it, I’ll probably like it.”
He blinked, before rolling his eyes, “That’s very reassuring–”
“I just mean, I liked your house in Anaheim and you did that up–” you cringed, “Well, partly–”
“Thanks for that reminder, yeah.” He quipped, nodding sarcastically.
He’d partly redecorated his house back in LA, but he’d never gotten round to finishing it because, well, he got traded, and it was still a bit of a stinger.
“Sorry.” You said, genuinely feeling guilty for having brought it up in such a profoundly important conversation.
He shrugged, smiling rather defeatedly, “It’s fine. I mean, I really like it here. I actually…” he hesitated, looking at you unsurely and rather guiltily, and you grinned, knowing he was about to say something very honest, “I prefer playing for the Flyers.”
Your jaw dropped, before you dissolved into laughter, “I can tell.”
“You can? Is it obvious?” He looked so concerned that your chest physically warmed at the sight, and you shook your head in response, but it was clear he could see through your little white lie.
There was a lull in the conversation after that, and he laid his head back down opposite you, blinking sleepily. There was something in the back of your mind, something related to what he’d said, that you knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep properly without mentioning it to him at least, and just as you were about to open your mouth, he stopped you with a furrowed brow.
“What’s up?” He asked, and you halted.
You didn’t know why it was such a shock that he could read you so easily, but it was – in an entirely good way. 
“Just, for a second earlier, I was worried you were gonna ask me to move in with you.” You admitted, watching him closely.
He paused for a second, taking in your words, before comically gasping, “Is the thought of moving in with me that horrific?”
“You’re just a really loud sleeper.” You played along, rolling your eyes and enjoying the gentle nudge to your shin.
You both knew that statement was wholly untrue; sure, he snored occasionally, but it wasn’t at a disruptable, pillow over your ears, no sleep, forcefully rolling him over level. And it was only when he had a cold.
“I can imagine it’s a pain, yeah. I shuffle, too, and I, oh, how could I forget? I steal the duvet and refuse to cuddle. That must be awful.” He groaned, the sound melting into one of soft laughter as he failed to keep up the act.
Of course, none of those things were true.
“Seriously, though?” He asked next, his amusement replaced by seriousness.
“I just think it’d have been too soon.”
“Yeah.” He agreed, “But also, for future reference, if I was asking you to move in with me, you’d know.”
A WHILE LATER (A YEAR AND A BIT)
You pulled a face, toothbrush frozen midway to your mouth, the splodge of toothpaste wobbling at the sudden halt. You were staring at the reflection of the man standing next to you, washing his face as though what he’d just said wasn’t both confusing or an entirely big deal if it meant what you thought. 
He grabbed a towel from the radiator rack next to him, wiping his face, and it was when he looked back into the mirror, his eyes sliding from his reflection to your utterly stunned look of complete disbelief, that he faltered, a grave look appearing on his face.
You’d both just crawled out of bed, motivated by the knowledge that his parents were arriving in Philly later today and neither of you had completely finished tidying his house, because, lo and behold, the consequence of having multiple rooms and bathrooms meant that it’d take three times the amount of time to clean them all before guests arrived. Currently you were still in your PJs, and the only change Jamie had made to his appearance since getting out of bed was to pull a pair of joggers over his boxers.
It was an awfully domestic scene, and something that had been happening increasingly more often as of the last few months – again, you weren’t complaining – but that hypocrite—
“Say that again.” You said, lowering your toothbrush.
Jamie blinked, stuttering, “Say what again?”
“What you just said.”
“Why don’t I tidy out some of the cabinet so you can move your stuff in?” He said unsurely, his brows knitted in confusion, towel patting his face dry in a manner that meant he could still see you properly.
“Why would you need—Why?”
He froze like a deer caught in headlights – so, so, so adorably confused.
“So you can have space to put your stuff…” he trailed off, his mouth parting in realisation, “You’ve been here at least five out of seven days a week for the past four months, and even then you only went back to your apartment to bring back almost out of date food and some clean clothes.”
You turned to him for real this time, face-to-face, mildly unimpressed and mostly entertained because of his unawareness as to what it sounded like he was implying. Only, this time, you had a feeling you were right, and this time you weren’t the slightest bit worried about him asking.
Only, when you turned to face him, instead of the confusion written on his face – somewhere between the time it had taken you to blink and turn, he was on one knee on the tiles, a cheeky grin on his face that immediately let you know you’d been had and that had entirely been his intention all along.
It still didn’t stop your heart hammering madly in your chest at the sight of him in such a position, and even though you knew what he was and wasn’t about to ask, your mind was now skipping ahead to marriage.
“I know I promised you’d know when I asked you to move in with me, but I couldn’t resist messing with you a little bit–” he laughed and tried to dodge you when you lightly kicked his knee to throw him slightly off balance, but his neither his smile or his resilience faded, “and I figured this would be as obvious as it gets, so…” he inhaled, attempting to appear suddenly serious, “Will you please do me the honour of moving in with me?”
You were grinning, “No.”
There was a beat, and all in one moment his entire face seemed to drop as he looked even more befuddled towards the floor, mind presumably racing with just where he’d gone wrong this time, and if you didn’t know your own intentions, you’d say the silence was awkward, but you could never leave him looking that dejected for too long.
Your heart couldn't bear it.
“I’m kidding, ‘course I’ll move in with you.”
He sighed, pushing himself up to stand and taking your hand as an offer for help in the process, before rolling his eyes fondly and kissing your temple, “Yeah, I love you too.”
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zegrasdrysdale · 3 months
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[ wrapped in red ] j. drysdale
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day five of malia’s christmas fic marathon
paring : Jamie Drysdale x fem!reader
summary : (Y/N) surprises Jamie with his Christmas gift early when he gets back from a rough east coast roadie at four in the morning
warning(s) : smut ! oral (m receiving), p in v penetration, unprotected sex (pls be careful), whining, light hair pulling, use of pet names during sex
author’s note : this is me trying to catch up w the schedule lmaoo anyway … enjoy (even tho i definitely got a little carried away with it. i was having a moment and let the moment take over)
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The horn sounds through the TV, signaling the end of the game. The Ducks lost to the Devils at the Prudential Center 4-2, and it was Jamie’s first goal back after missing nearly 30 games. He probably isn’t feeling the best right now.
Yet she knows exactly what would make him feel better. She's sure he will appreciate his Christmas gift a little bit early. She's been excited to give it to him since she got it right after he left for the road trip that has kept him away for a week.
Now might be the perfect time since he might need to relax a little bit. She knows her boyfriend so she knows exactly how to help him relax after a rough roadie. She even tells him that she'll wait up for him to get home so she can surprise him.
ʚ jamie baby ɞ - 10:29 pm flight doesn't leave until midnight so you don't have to stay up for me. i won't home until 4. pls don't be up until 4 in the morning, baby. i'd feel so bad
i love you and i'll see you when you get up in the morning, okay ? i won't be good company when i get home and i don't want to ruin your mood
Her plan doesn't change from Jamie's texts. All it does is tell her that he really isn't in a good mood after the road trip. She can take a four hour nap and be fine by the time he gets home. She needs to be wide awake for when she gives him his gift.
The gift also needs a little prep so she'll sleep until three, drink a cup of coffee to wake her up, then get ready to give Jamie his gift.
She's pretty sure his mood will change real quick, especially since he's been gone for a week. They both are a little desperate at this point.
An alarm is set for three in the morning to give her an hour to do what she needs to do. She only needs an hour to prepare the gift. A cup of coffee, a shower, a shave, hair, makeup, and a small snack isn't going to take more than an hour.
For her nap, she wears one of Jamie's Ducks hoodies because they're insanely comfortable. She sends Jamie a text that says goodnight and for him to have a safe flight.
(Y/N) is shaking with excitement as she lies down in their shared bed for her four hour nap. The look on Jamie's face when he sees what he's getting for Christmas is the only thing that causes her to fall asleep.
The sooner she falls asleep, the sooner the alarm will go off and the sooner Jamie will be home.
She dreams of his reaction.
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A screaming alarm wakes her from her light sleep. It's still completely dark outside and there's a dim light coming from her phone while the alarm goes off. She turns it off and sits up with a stretch.
(Y/N) feels very refreshed though, and she definitely needed the little nap if she is to make it through the night. She allows herself a few more minutes before she goes and makes a cup of coffee.
While the coffee brews, she tracks Jamie's flight. They haven't landed early so she can still definitely pull off the surprise. The team plane is scheduled to land in a half hour. Then it's baggage claim and a fifteen to twenty minute drive to their apartment in Anaheim.
After coffee and a few pieces of toast with strawberries and Nutella, (Y/N) takes a shower. It's a full shower. She shampoos, conditions, shaves all necessary areas, washes her body, and exfoliates her face.
All while Taylor Swift is playing from the Bluetooth speaker on the sink counter.
(Y/N) loves listening to Miss Swift while she showers. Sometimes she listens to it while showering with Jamie, and he gets very into it. That's Trevor's doing though. Trevor is a bigger Swiftie than she is. Sometimes.
It's quarter to four when (Y/N) gets out of the shower. She checks to see where Jamie is and finds he's still at the airport. His location says he's outside though so he's probably headed to his car. She needs to hurry up if she's going to pull this surprise off.
She wraps herself in a towel and secures it under her arms so she can do her hair and light makeup. She blow dries it until it's pretty much straight then runs the straightener through it a couple of times to make sure there is no wave or curl to her hair.
She puts foundation under her eyes to hide the circles that have formed and all over her face to hide any blemishes. She puts on red lipstick and does a natural smokey eye look.
When she looks at Jamie's location, he's on his way home. There are about ten minutes until he's going to be walking through the door and she still has to go get the actual gift out of the closet. She curses to herself and makes her way back into their bedroom after disconnecting her phone from the speaker and turning off the light.
Inside a box in a closet is the gift. It's a red lingerie set that she tried on once when she was with Jamie. He said he really liked it so when he left for the trip, she went back to the store and bought it.
The sleepwear lingerie is made of lace and mesh. The cups of the nightgown part of the set is made of lace and is practically see through. Below the cups is completely see through. A matching mesh G-string will be worn underneath the sleepwear.
(Y/N) looks in the full length mirror against the wall and finds a hot, confident version of herself. Usually she doesn't dress like this, but it's Christmas so she figured it could be Jamie's gift since he liked seeing this set on her.
Somewhere in the apartment, a door softly opens and shuts with a nearly silent click. She makes a beeline for the bed and turns on the lamp beside the bed so Jamie gets a very good look at her when he opens the bedroom door.
There is a sigh and footsteps that are getting closer and louder. She tries to lay on the bed in a way that Jamie will get a good view of her as soon as the door opens. She has just decided on a position when the door slowly begins to open.
Jamie sticks his head into the room and looks right at the bed. His eyes immediately widen and the door swings completely open. His jaw has dropped to the floor and he nearly drops his bags on the ground.
"I- what-," he stammers. She smiles as he tries to find the words. "I don't understand what's going on here. (Y/N), I thought I said not to-"
"Wait up for you?" she finishes. "I didn't. I woke up at three so I could get ready to surprise my boyfriend since he hasn't been home in a week." She allows her eyes to travel up and down Jamie's body. He's tense but it's hard to miss how tight his pants have gotten at his crotch area. "Maybe put him in a better mood because he seemed very cranky after the game."
He shifts his weight between his legs before he drops his luggage by the door. "I am," he tells her. "I mean, I was. I don't think I am now." His eyes travel over her body. "Holy shit, baby."
She slowly gets up off the bed, making sure to show off every part of the set. Jamie's cheeks get red as he watches her walk up to him. She smiles when she is standing in front of him. "Merry Christmas," she says to him. "Decided to give you your present a little early. You said you liked this on me so I went and got it to wear for you on Christmas but then you had a rough road trip. Surprise."
Jamie's quiet, but she can see that he's trying to hold back. His hands are shaking, itching to touch her. "I don't know what to say," he tells her. "Fuck, (Y/N)."
"How about you don't say anything?" she suggests. Her fingers grasp at the collar of Jamie's game day suit jacket. Slowly, she pushes it off of him and he shivers despite wearing long sleeves under the jacket. "How about I help you relax? Let you enjoy seeing me in this while I suck you off. Promise you won't rip it?" He immediately begins to nod.
His eyes are on her fingers as she works on unbuttoning his shirt. She untucks it from his pants to finish unbuttoning it and her eyes meet his. "I wish I could come home to this after every roadie," Jamie softly admits. "I think I'd score a hat trick if I knew this was waiting for me at home."
(Y/N) undoes his belt without looking at what she's doing. It hits the ground with a soft thud. "I'll see what I can do," she replies. "Maybe if you get a hat trick then I'll be waiting for you like this when you get back." Slowly, she sinks to her knees. She is so thankful that the room has carpet. Her knees are definitely grateful. "I'll be waiting on my knees like this for you."
A soft whine passes Jamie's lips when she pulls his cock out of the confines of his suit pants. "Fuck," he groans as she takes him in one of her hands. She presses soft kisses to his hipbone, trailing closer to his dick.
She licks the bright red tip and swirls her tongue around it, collecting the drop of precome that has already formed. She looks up at him as she takes him in her mouth. Jamie sighs and puts his fingers in her hair to probably keep himself upright. She takes as much of him in her mouth as she can then begins to move her head.
Giving blowjobs has never been something she's been particularly good at, but Jamie has helped her improve her skills since they've gotten together. His reactions and the sounds that come from his mouth let her know if she's doing a good or bad job.
Even if she were to give the worst blowjob in the world right now, she is pretty sure that Jamie wouldn't care.
He's already barely here.
One thing she knows drives Jamie crazy is when she hollows out her cheeks and lightly sucks. She tries it once and Jamie's hips buck forward. (Y/N) knew that was going to happen so she relaxed her throat so he wouldn't choke her with his dick. Jamie lets out a soft groan that's mixed with a whine. Her hands fly to his thighs to let him know to relax.
"Keep doing that and I will come a lot sooner than we would both like, (Y/N)," he warns her. She looks up at him through her eyelashes and sees how flustered he is. His cheeks are bright red and his bottom lip looks like it's been gnawed on. "Fucking eyelashes. Fuck."
She smiles as best as she can around him.
Despite the carpet, her knees do begin to hurt. She glances up at him before pulling off his dick. There is a little bit of lipstick on his hipbone where she kissed him. She smiles and looks up at him.
Jamie slides one of his hands around to the back of her neck and puts his fingers in her hair. She stands up and Jamie drags her in for a filthy kiss. She hums against his lips and pushes the unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders. He lets the fabric fall to the floor around his feet.
"Love being on my knees for you," she mumbles between kisses. "I wanna ride you though."
A whine comes from Jamie's throat after her comment. She smiles and turns them so she can push Jamie onto the mattress.
The kiss breaks and he falls onto his back with a grunt when she pushes him in the direction of the mattress. She pulls off his shoes and socks before pulling his dress pants off. Jamie scoots backward further onto the bed as she pulls off his pants and boxers together.
Jamie's eyes are wide when she crawls on top of him. She straddles his waist and cock. Jamie's hands run up and down her thighs for a second as she leans down and kisses him. This kiss is hungry since she has gone a week without kissing him. She's missed the feeling of his lips against her. It drives her nuts every time he goes away for more than a few days.
There's a light pressure over the G-string that she's wearing under the sleepwear. A soft moan comes from her throat as Jamie's thumb circles her clit over the mesh.
He breaks the hot kiss and she rests her forehead against his. "As hot as this is," Jamie begins to say. "I need to be inside you so either take these off or move them to the side because I'm minutes away from coming and I don't want to make a mess of your new outfit."
(Y/N) quickly sheds the lingerie set until she's completely naked. A smile forms on Jamie's lips before he sits up and attaches his lips to her jaw. Her fingers are in his hair. When he hits the sensitive spot right under her ear, she lightly pulls. His thumb is back on her clit and she whines.
Needing relief, she grabs his dick and lines herself up with him. He looks up at her and she kisses him. It's a softer kiss than the kisses they've already shared tonight, but he licks into her mouth and it intensifies.
Slowly, she sinks down onto him. There's a familiar pressure as he fills her up. "Fuck, Jamie," she mumbles against his lips.
"Feels so good around me, baby," Jamie tells her. "Fuck."
It's only seconds later when he's completely inside of her. Jamie's hands find her waist and she bites at his bottom lip before pulling away.
Their eyes meet and Jamie begins to roll her hips against his. Her lips part and soft pants pass them. Her hands fly to his jaw and she holds on like it's life or death.
It feels so good to be like this. It's rare that Jamie lets her take control in bed but she loves it. Even now, he still has some control while she's riding him. His hands are on her waist and helping her move.
She puts her hands on his chest and pushes him back onto the bed. His head hits the pillows and she speeds up her movements. Rolling turns into bouncing on Jamie's dick.
The room is filled with the sounds of the bed squeaking beneath them and skin on skin. She's letting out quiet moans as she throws her head back and enjoys the feeling of Jamie moving in and out of her at her own pace. Jamie even lets out a soft noise or two.
"Riding me so good," Jamie tells her. "Riding me like the good girl you are. Fuck, baby."
His words alone are enough to make her come, but she holds back until he comes first. He's the one that needs to relax so she's focused on his pleasure first. She'll come when he comes.
Then his thumb is back on her clit and she isn't sure how much longer she can go.
"Want you to come first," she pants. "Jamie."
Jamie pulls her down into a kiss full of tongue and teeth.
She's so close. Her legs are shaking and sore from doing all the work. Her clit is so sensitive and she's worried she'll come.
"Fill me up," (Y/N) says against Jamie's lips. Even her voice is shaky. "Wanna feel you come inside me. Please."
A groan and a whine pass Jamie's lips as he finally lets go. He comes inside of her as soon as she comes back down on his cock. He uses his thumb and pointer finger to play with her clit and it's not long after that when she comes.
White paints her vision and she comes with Jamie's name on her lips. She throws her head back for a second before she collapses onto his chest.
She isn't sure that she's ever came that hard in her life. Her body is spent and her breathing is labored.
When she comes to, she's laying on the bed and the bathroom light is on. Jamie appears from the bathroom with a cloth and he begins to clean her up. She can feel his come running down her legs and it's a little uncomfortable until he wipes it away.
"That was the hottest thing I think I have ever experienced," Jamie admits to her. "I'm so fucking lucky."
"Now I have to get you a new Christmas present," she mumbles. Her voice is already slurred with sleep.
Jamie throws the cloth towards the laundry basket and climbs back into bed. He covers them both with the blanket that will need to be changed in the morning.
"I think that was the best Christmas present ever," he softly tells her. "You can worry your pretty little head about it in the morning. Right now, we're going to go to sleep and sleep in then I'm going to return what you did tonight by fucking you when you wake up."
Oh, she should be wrapped in red more often if this is how Jamie is going to react. Maybe next she can wear one of his Canada jerseys with nothing on underneath and see how he reacts to that.
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luvhughes43 · 4 months
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monday morning | lila drysdale au
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lila, my love masterlist💐
summary: just some monday morning fluff<3
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“Mmm where are you going?” you groan as jamie jostles himself out of bed. he leans over his side and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. 
“I have PT this morning,” he replies simply, which brings last night's events rushing back to you. that's right, you thought. Jamie did tell you that he had an appointment last night you were just… too preoccupied to pay much attention to his… words. 
jamie straightens up again, and you grasp his arm lightly to pull him back down to you. “I need a proper kiss if you’re going to leave me,”
jamie hums in response, leaning down to properly kiss you on the lips. you both melt into the kiss but before anything has a chance of developing, lilas loud shrieks fill the quiet spaces of your house. 
“and… that’s my queue” you sleepily sigh as you pull away from your husband and kick the covers off of you.
“I can go get her,” jamie offers but you easily decline. you had some work to do from home today so it was probably for the best that you woke up now. 
“make me a coffee instead?” you ask, to which jamie silently nods. 
you walk into lilas nursery and the first thing you notice is her sleepy figure standing up in her crib. she’s leaning against the crib rail, her chubby baby hands holding her upright. she leans back when she sees you open the door, immediately making grabby hands for you. 
you pick your girl up with ease, making sure to change her diaper and get her all situated before bringing her downstairs. 
jamie, ever the loving husband, put on your favourite background tv show for you to watch while you lay with lila on the couch. “thank you jams,” you mumble softly as you sink onto your plush couch. your daughter rests on top of you, cuddling into you as she watches her dad move around the kitchen from over your shoulder. 
you exaggerate a gasp, “is that your dada?” 
you watch as lila giggles and smiles, mannerisms exactly like her fathers. “dada!” she repeats, nuzzling her face into your neck when jamie makes a silly face at her. 
jamie sets your coffee on the side table beside you, before taking lila into his arms. “hi baby girl!” he coos much to lila’s delight. he rest’s lila on his hip before continuing to go through his morning routine. 
“And now, I'm going to put the toast in the toaster!” jamie narrates, encouraging all of lilas babbles with nods and replies. “yeah! And I'm going to put mommys in again because she likes her toast burnt…”
“I like it crispy!” you pipe up from your spot on the couch. 
Jamie hums loudly enough for you to hear before stage-whispering, “she likes it burnt” to your giggling daughter. 
after drinking half of your coffee, you are awake enough to start helping with breakfast. you cut up some fruit for lila, and then move on to start making jamie’s protein shake. you’ve gotten the process down to a science, and you were quite proud that you managed to make it to your husbands liking. if there’s one thing you learnt about athletes through living with jamie, it’s that they’re very specific with their different drinks and routines. 
you hold out the shake to jamie, who awes appreciatively. “have i ever told you that you’re the best wife a guy could ask for?” 
“only a million times,” you smile, sticking your cheek towards jamie who swiftly places a kiss there. 
“well it's going to be a million and one because you’re the best!” jamie smiles at you, and you can’t help but reminisce on how quickly things have changed between the two of you. one minute you guys are exes who hookup whenever jamie was back in toronto… and now you share a babygirl and have been married for three months. life was so good. 
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yndrysdale you're my love forever💗
trevorzegras ive got the cutest goddaughter😭😭
wagbff looks like the perfect monday!💘
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yndrysdale thank u! jamie has them delivered to the house every monday💗
user02 lila's the cutest baby i'm cryingg
user03 omg what's the third slide?
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mrpldiddles · 5 days
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wherever you go, i go | j.drysdale
a/n: i originally started this like a day after the trade was announced but i ended up forgetting about it for a bit and i’m now finishing it at 4:34am months after the trade😀 this one’s very angsty/sad so prepare yourself but here it finally is :)
pairing: reader x jamie drysdale
summary: jamie unexpectedly comes home after hearing about the decision to trade him. this is tied to this ig edit i posted months ago if you want to check that out first :)
warnings: sad jamie, angst, trevjamie divorce
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Whenever Jamie was away you took to cleaning the apartment to help distract yourself from your boyfriend's absence. Whether it had been your old apartment or the new one that you and Jamie had moved into together, keeping a clean house helped keep the loneliness at bay. You had just been wiping down the kitchen counters when there was a knock at the door, pulling you from the trance you had found yourself in. You rushed to pause the music blasting from your phone on the kitchen table before hurrying to the front door with your dog, Maisie, right at your feet.
You swung the door open to find Jamie standing on the other side of the threshold. Surprise took over you as he had left for Nashville with the rest of the team only mere hours ago.
"Jamie? What are you doing here?" The dark haired guy only lifted his head slightly to look at you through his long lashes. His eyes were rimmed red and shining with unshed tears. Your heart squeezed at the sight of him, ushering him inside. You had barely closed the door and turned back around to face him when he enveloped you in his arms. His head was quickly buried in your neck, his nose nuzzling into the warmth of your hoodie. Your arms automatically wrapped around his back, one rubbing up and down his back, soothing the shaky breaths that left him. His arms hugged your waist, your sweater clenched tightly in his fists at the small of your back.
"I got traded."
You weren't even sure you heard him properly. You swear your heart skipped a beat at what he had said. Your hands stuttered in their movement over his back.
"What?"
"I got traded. To the Flyers," his voice shook as he buried his head impossibly further into the space between your neck and shoulder. This time you heard him loud and clear. Your heart dropped to your stomach as your fingers clenched around the fabric of his sweater. You held each other in your arms, the both of you using the other to stay standing, keeping you from crumbling to the floor.
You stayed that way, swaying slightly as the weight of the situation bore down on your shoulders, the weight of the sky attempting to crush you into the earth below. Time ticked by, seeming to move at a snail’s pace in yours and Jamie’s bubble while the rest of the world rushed ahead.
Eventually one of you pulled apart enough to see the other’s face. Jamie’s eyes were rimmed red and shiny with fallen and brewing tears. You were sure that your own looked more than similar. Jamie swiped at his eyes, sniffling, as you brushed your fingers through his hair, pushing it away from his face. The way he looked at you then, utterly helpless and defence less, had you wishing the ground would open up and swallow his hurt whole.
"I gotta start packing," he uttered, his voice rough and barely above a whisper. He placed a chaste kiss on your forehead before sweeping away into your guys’ shared bedroom. You took a steadying breath, wiping away your own freely fallen tears, and followed after him.
You almost knocked right into his back as you entered the room, him standing just inside the doorway. You looked up at him, his face hidden from your view but directed at the rest of the room before him.
"Jamie?" you asked, your voice rougher than you expected. You thought he hadn’t heard you, receiving no answer to your indication that you were behind him.
"We don’t have any boxes." Your brows furrowed at his comment as he continued to simply stare forward.
"No, we don’t.” You went along with his comment, unsure of what else to say, not wanting to seem insensitive to the situation despite its effect on you as well.
"We need boxes to move."
"We can go pick some up."
"We don’t have boxes because we never thought we’d have to move again." Your heart seemed to drop for a second time as Jamie’s barely heard words washed over you. You watched as he stepped forward slowly, as if an unsure footstep would cause a catastrophe. He found the foot of your shared bed, bending down to sit on the floor, leaning his back against the frame and mattress. He sat cross legged, looking around the room, seeming to take in every minuscule detail.
You followed him once again, taking a seat beside him on the floor, your knees and elbows brushing. You leaned toward him, resting your head on his shoulder. You both sat in silence for another unknown amount of time. Until you heard the familiar clacking sound of nails against the floor and the jingle of dog tags.
Maisie, entered the room, automatically going to Jamie whose hands automatically went behind her ears to scratch. You smiled softly as you watched the two of them, the boy you’d been in love with for years and your shared pup, who was practically your guys’ first child.
"We brought Maisie home to this place." Jamie said, his voice easing into a level above a whisper. You nodded your head which still rested against his shoulder.
"We can make a new home, right?" You nodded again, a sad smile on your lips. You felt his head turn in your direction, your eyes still focused on Maisie whose face was between Jamie’s palms. "That is to assume that you’re coming with me.”
You looked up at him then, aware of the tears that were threatening to break free of your waterline. His own eyes were shiny and flittering all over your face.
"Wherever you go, I go."
He smiled then, tight-lipped and soft, but his first smile since he’d left what felt like a lifetime ago.
"We’ll figure it out," he uttered, quietly yet sure.
"We’ll figure it out." Your smiles both grew as you swore that your heart swelled at the love you felt for the boy beside you.
Maisie pushed her way out of Jamie’s hands and made herself comfortable curled up in Jamie’s lap with her head resting on your knee.
Jamie pressed a lingering kiss to your temple as you both took in the room and the life that you had built together, the thought of your next adventure together pushed to the back of your minds for now.
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yourusername: from a couple of kids navigating a new city, to raising a dog together and now to starting over again together. thank you to anaheim, the ducks, and of course, the fans for making us feel so welcome these past few years and for watching us grow into (somewhat) responsible adults. to z, thanks for taking care of him for so long, i’ll take it from here. keep taking care of mason for us tho. to jamie: i love you and am so proud of you. wherever you go, i go❤️ philly, here we come :)
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user1: who’s cutting onions😭😭
user2: mom and dad duck are leaving🤧🤧
user3: pass the tissues😭
jamie.drysdale:❤️❤️
jamie.drysdale: me and maisie love you so much
trevorzegras: who’s gonna make me pizza pops now😭😭😭
-> yourusername: is this what it’s like when your child moves away for college🤧
-> user1: how did trevor survive on his own before jamie and y/n adopted him😭😭
-> user3: this is worse than when the author kills off half of your otp😭😭😭
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jamie.drysdale: thank you anaheim for helping me grow as not only a player but a person as well. gonna cherish all the memories i’ve made here and all the people i’ve met who have changed my life- you know who you are. @yourusername couldn’t be doing this without you, let’s go make some more memories❤️ let’s go flyers!
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user1: the picture of him and trevor😭😭
user3: I CAN’T TAKE THIS😭😭
trevorzegras: see ya during summer break kiddo☀️
-> user2: haha why am i sobbing
-> user7: it’s gonna be so weird seeing them play against each other next season😖😖
yourusername: love you so much❤️
user4: this is too much for me to handle
user5: the nhl can’t keep getting away with this
user6: JAMIE COME BACK THEY CANT MAKE YOU LEAVE
-> user8: TURN AWAY FROM THE LIGHT JAMIE
user4: at least he’s going to a team that might actually have a chance at making playoffs????
-> user6: now is not the time for optimism
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trevorzegras: gonna miss this guy, always being the third wheel and seeing my dog-goddaughter everyday💔 y/n, keep taking care of him and nutter butter for me🫡 best of luck in philly, jimmy, i know you’ll be great. can’t wait to verse ya next season🤝
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user1: DID THEY REALLY ALL HAVE TO POST ONE AFTER THE OTHER😭😭
user2: I CANT TAKE THIS ANYMORE
user4: the nhl just broke up a family😭😭
yourusername: i’ll put him in direct sunlight and water him everyday🫡
-> user3: THE MAISIE POST REFERENCE PLEASE😩😭😭
-> user1: AND NUTTER BUTTER STOOOOPPPP😭😭
-> trevorzegras: idk how sunny it is in philadelphia but make sure he wears his sunscreen🙏🏻
yourusername: maisie’s gonna miss her uncle nutter butter🥲 and ig i’ll miss you too🫶
-> trevorzegras: you’ll survive but idk if i will without my besties keeping me alive
-> user2: trevor calling y/n his bestie oh my god😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
-> user4: gary bettman you will pay for this
masonmctavish23: 🏒🏒🏒
-> trevorzegras: 🏒🏒🏒
-> jamie.drysdale: 🏒🏒🏒
-> user5: mason just lost his parents and his weird uncle wtf man
-> user3: why are hockey stick emojis making me violently sob
-> yourusername: you and me both🥲
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babydollmarauders · 3 months
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IN A BOX — TREVOR ZEGRAS AND JAMIE DRYSDALE
trevor zegras x fem!reader x jamie drysdale
12 DAYS OF KINKMAS
summary: in which Trevor and Jamie do the ‘dick in a box’ joke to their fuck buddy, leading to a threesome
warnings: NSFW CONTENT, threesome, oral (f and m receiving), p in v (unprotected), degradation. (2.7k words)
notes: welcome to day 9 of the 12 days of kinkmas! this is the first threesome i’ve ever written, and it features everyone’s favorite dynamic duck duo! this starts out jokey and it makes me laugh ngl.
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i’ve never claimed i was smart.
if i were smart, i probably wouldn’t have started sleeping with two of my best friends.
i probably wouldn’t have agreed to their friends-with-benefits arrangement.
and i most certainly, wouldn’t have had my expectations so high when they claimed they had christmas gifts for me.
yet, here i am. sat on Trevor and Jamie’s couch for the past fifteen minutes, a rapidly cooling peppermint hot cocoa clutched in my hands, and a sneaking suspicion that they do not, in fact, have christmas gifts for me.
“guys, are you coming?” i shout in the direction of the stairs, my voice bouncing off the walls of the house.
i can hear Trevor’s wheezy laugh carry down the steps. a mischievous lilt hidden in.
“we will be soon!” he calls back and i huff, slumping further into the couch cushions.
my flight back home for the holidays is tomorrow, the 23rd, and the boys had claimed they have presents they want to give me before i leave. i arrived armed with gifts for each of them, and after they opened them, they had stated they just had to grab my presents from their rooms; but i’m beginning to think they’ve lied to me.
“okay, close your eyes!” i sigh out a ‘finally!’ at the sound of Jamie’s words, squeezing my eyes shut.
“are they closed?” Trevor snickers, sounding closer now.
“yes, Trevor! they’re closed!” i snap, covering my eyes for good measure.
i can hear their footsteps get closer, padding down the stairs and into the living room, before Jamie tells me i can open my eyes.
i’m immediately confused by the sight in front of me, bewildered at the two men clad only in flannel pajama pants. both hold a gift box in front of them, wide smiles on their faces.
“why are you shirtless?” i giggle, my brows threading together as they stand side by side in front of me.
“just open your gifts!” Jamie urges.
“we’ll hold them! you open them!” Trevor tells me. “at the same time! gotta open them at the same time! or else the other present will be spoiled.”
i raise an eyebrow at the hyper hockey player, but he just notions with his head for me to hurry up.
i set my hot cocoa to the side, the mug clanking against the top of the wooden side table beside the couch. i glare at them suspiciously as i scooch to the edge of the couch.
reaching forward with both hands, i pull the tops from the christmas paper lined boxes, only to find what i least expected. there, poking through holes cut in the sides of the boxes, were Trevor and Jamie’s dicks. both already hard, so i’m drawn to assume that’s what they were doing upstairs.
“oh my god!” i peer up at the boys with amusement, a wide, humorous smile on my face. “you guys did not just do the dick in a box gift gag to me.”
“what do you mean ‘gag’?” Trevor jokes, “these are your gifts.”
the hockey players stare down at me, and it’s only then that i clock the lust in their eyes, obviously determined to finish what they started by themselves in their rooms.
my tongue flicks across my bottom lip, wetness pooling in my panties at the thought of a threesome.
sure, i’ve slept with the both of them; but its always been at separate times. never together, despite my persistence to them that i would love to do it.
“well, i guess i should have some fun with my gifts then, right?” Trevor and Jamie smirk at my words, removing themselves from the boxes and leaving themselves untucked from their bottoms.
i let the gift box lids tumble to the floor, reaching both hands forward, to grasp one of them in each hand. i tug, my eyes flitting between them to gauge their reactions.
while Trevor bites his lip, letting out a muffled moan, Jamie’s head tilts back, his jaw going slack.
i continue my movements, slowly jerking the both of them off. getting more and more aroused by the sounds they let out, echoing throughout the downstairs of the house. and when i abruptly stop, both men’s eyes pop open, staring down at me.
“well, you can’t expect me to have fun like this, can you?” i tease them, my tone sultry and low, and just to show them exactly what i mean, i pull my sweater over my head; leaving me in nothing but my skirt and bra.
the two men make quick work of joining me on the couch, sitting on either side of me. Trevor’s hand grazes my neck as he pushes my hair off my shoulder, his head dipping down to attach his lips to my collarbone, suckling and leaving wet kisses up the column of my throat. whereas Jamie takes it upon himself to press his lips to mine. what starts out as lust driven and rushed, quickly turns into passion and need. the defenseman’s tongue runs over the seam of my lips, gaining entry when i part them and pushing his tongue against mine.
Trevor’s hand rests high up on my thigh, slowly inching his way up under my skirt, and it doesn’t take long for him to get even bolder; his fingers finding my clit through my soaked lace panties. his middle finger presses, rubbing me in circular motions, and a high pitched moan escapes my lips, muffled by Jamie’s.
as though coordinated, both men pull away from me, Jamie’s lips puffy and swollen. the tip of Trevor’s nose drags up my throat slowly, until he reaches my ear, his finger halting in its movements.
“you want this?” Jamie asks me, smirking as i nod my head and let out a choked whimper.
“then we need you to be a good girl and strip for us.” Trevor whispers in my ear, pairing his utterance with a roll of my earlobe between his lips.
he pulls away, both pairs of eyes settling on me as i rise from my seat. i unzip my skirt, letting it pool to the floor into a puddle of fabric at my feet, and they suck in a breath at the sight of my matching red lacy set.
“someone knew she was gonna get fucked today.”
i nod at Jamie’s words, bottom lip caught between my teeth as i unclip my bra, pushing the straps off my shoulders and allowing it to drop down to the floor. my nipples are stiff and peaked, the cold air doing nothing to help.
“i didn’t know i would get both of you today though.” i confess, a boost of confidence surging through me as the hockey players ogle my breasts.
“keep going, baby.” Trevor all but groans, watching intently as i begin to drag my panties down my legs, stepping out of them and leaving myself bare for them.
“i hardly think this is fair.” i huff, feigning a pout. “you guys still have your pants on and i’m here all naked for you.”
Jamie hops up from the couch, tugging his flannel pants from his legs, while Trevor merely lifts his hips and takes his off while sitting. both men look at me, seeking reassurance, and i nod.
“much better.”
Trevor grins, leaning forward to grip my by the waist and pulling me back onto the couch. he pushes me flat down, sprawling me out on the sofa, and guides my leg to hook over the back of the couch, leaving me open and vulnerable to his gaze.
my eyes flick to find Jamie, but rather than standing in the spot he once was, he now sits in the chair beside the couch. his hand grips around the base of his cock, squeezing gently to tease himself as he watches Trevor and i.
“let’s see if you taste as good as your cocoa.” Trevor smirks. i roll my eyes at the joke, laughing at his cheesy remark, but my giggles get caught in my throat when he bends down, licking a stripe up my core.
“fuck, Trevor.” i cry out, one hand flying to his head and burying itself in his fluffy dirty blonde hair, as the other fists the couch cushion beside my head.
Trevor chuckles lowly, repositioning himself before diving in like a man starved. his tongue laps at my arousal, my eyes squeezing shut at the feeling, and i can hear Jamie groan from his place near my head.
licking up, Trevor flicks his tongue against my clit, his hands holding my thighs apart to keep me from squeezing them around his head. his lips close around the nub of nerves, sucking it and rolling it between his lips, and i give a tug to his hair, a moan bubbling up my throat as my hips buck against him.
“yes! please, don’t stop!” i whimper, but rather than listen to my words, he chooses to release my clit, letting his tongue drag back down to my entrance.
continuing his assault against my cunt, Trevor brings his thumb to my clit, providing just enough pressure as he begins to rub.
my eyes roll back in my head, my back arching, and i can feel the pressure in my stomach growing; getting stronger and stronger the longer he continues.
“make her come, Z.” Jamie pipes up, “i wanna watch her let go.”
Trevor hums in agreement, the vibrations traveling from his tongue to my pussy. and with just a few more rubs of his thumb, and flicks of his tongue, my breath catches in my throat, my lack of oxygen quickly making me woozy and aiding in tipping me over the edge. i heave out a breath, mingled with a high pitched cry as my vision turns white, my legs shaking as i release on his tongue.
he doesn’t ease up, lapping at my wetness even after i come down from my climax. it’s only when i whine, pushing his head away, that he finally backs away, pushing himself up.
“i’d say she’s ready to be properly fucked, wouldn’t you Jimmy?” Trevor chuckles, staring down at me as i pant to catch my breath.
“yeah, i think i must agree, Trev.” Jamie sidles up to the couch, joining his best friend in watching me in my fucked out bliss. “i think she can take another one, don’t you?”
“i know she can.” Trevor confirms. taking ahold of my hands, Trevor helps me up, motioning for me to spin around. once i do so, Jamie nudges my back, forcing me onto all fours before he kneels behind me.
“can’t wait to have those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.” Trevor mutters, his thumb running along my bottom lip. “you think you can handle me fucking your face?”
i peer up at him through my lashes, working hard to focus my vision, as i can feel Jamie running his tip through my wetness. nodding my head, Trevor smiles down at me darkly.
“yeah, i know you can.”
gripping his cock, Trevor pushes the tip against my lips, urging me to open up for him, and i happily do so, relaxing my throat as he pushes in. it’s in this moment that Jamie thrusts in to the hilt, bottoming out inside of me, and i choke, my eyes rolling back as i adjust to the fullness.
“fuck, you feel like heaven.” Jamie grunts, pulling all the way out before he intrudes me once more, setting a quick pace. “so fucking tight, i could fuck you all day.”
i clench around him in acknowledgement, a groan falling from his lips at the feeling.
i can barely hear his grunt over the sounds of my gagging as Trevor thrusts into my face, his hands gripping the side of my head as he guides me. pulling out, i’m given a little reprieve, sucking in a deep breath as Trevor slaps my cheek with his cock, drool and pre-cum dripping down my chin.
“you’ve been wanting this for so long, haven’t you?” the forward mocks me, slipping himself back past my lips as i whine.
“you just wanna be filled, don’t you?” Jamie chimes in, “fucked thoroughly.”
i can’t respond, but i have the suspicion that’s how they want it, both laughing as i focus purely on pleasure.
i can feel myself sucking Jamie in every time he thrusts, my walls closing around him in effort to keep him there. his tip drags against my g-spot every time his hips snap, and i can feel the pressure in my stomach building itself back up. tying into knots as he quickens his pace.
his skin slaps against mine, and his hand spreads across my back, pushing down to get me to arch it, and i follow his lead. the new angle makes my toes curl, but i can’t focus too hard on it because i can feel Trevor’s dick begin to throb.
Trevor’s head tips back, a loud moan escaping him as he pulls back again, letting me breathe through my mouth for a moment rather than my nose, before he pushes my head back down.
“shit! i’m gonna come!” Trevor breathes out, and i relax my throat, hollowing out my cheeks as he pushes me until my nose makes contact with his abdomen, holding me there as his abs flex. his cock twitches just before he sighs, ropes of cums spurting in my mouth and down my throat.
pulling out of my mouth, he gazes back down at me.
“show it to me.” i open my mouth, allowing him to see his release, and he grips my cheeks, pulling my head up. drawing his head back, he spits, some making it into my mouth while rest splatters on my cheek. “now swallow.”
his hand slides down to my throat, feeling the muscles work as i gulp, swallowing it down.
“good girl.”
with Trevor finished, Jamie takes this as his time to alter our position. shooing away his teammates hand, Jamie replaces Trevor’s grip on my throat with his own, pulling me up until my back is flat against his chest.
his hips buck, fucking himself up into me at a hard and fast pace, making my legs shake. his other hand finds my pearl, rubbing as he thrusts.
“that’s it. take this dick like a good girl.” Jamie whispers, his lips ghosting the shell of my ear, and it’s the combination of those words and his fingers circling my clit, that set me off, clenching around him as i reach my orgasm.
tears roll down my cheeks at the pleasure, my breath hitching once more as i come on his cock.
“fuck, squeezing me so tight, i’m gonna come.” Jack curses, making me clench around him again, spurring on his own release. he continues fucking me through our orgasms, causing chills to run down my spine.
releasing his hold on me, i flop down onto my back on the couch, catching my breath as the boys on either side of the couch do the same.
it’s silent in the room, nothing but the sound of heavy breathing, until Jamie speaks up.
“so remind me, why have we never done this before?”
Trevor and i let out shallow laughter, the defenseman joining us when he finally caught his breath.
“so…” i trail off, gaining the attention of both boys.
“you can use my shower.” Trevor tells me, and i nod. but when i make no move to get up, they both furrow their brows at me.
“give a girl a second!” i huff, “i think my legs are jello.”
at my words, both hockey players smirk, Trevor lifting his hand in the air for Jamie to fist bump.
once we’ve all three recovered, taken quick showers, and Jamie has remade my now long having gone cold cocoa; we rejoin on the couch, a blanket draped over the trio of us.
“what do we wanna watch?” Trevor questions, the remote clutched in his hand.
“a christmas movie.” i state, as though it’s obvious.
“Elf?” Jamie suggests, and i nod, Trevor already finding it on a streaming service.
about 20 minutes into the movie, i curl my legs up, cuddling into Jamie’s shoulder while Trevor’s hand grips my foot in a calming manner.
they both glance over at me, but upon seeing my still open eyes, immediately look back at the tv. Jamie repositions us, his arm now around me while my head lays on his chest, and despite my hardest attempts, my eyes flutter shut not long later. my breathing evening out as i fall asleep.
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cuttergauthier · 3 months
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Philadelphia?
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Jamie Drysdale X Female Reader
Warning:Trade, sad Jamie, sad Trevor
word count: 0.3k
Sorry I had to do something to cope with the trade...
let me know what you guys think🤍
I was in the kitchen making Jamie and I some lunch. Jamie got a phone call so he stepped out of the room. 
When I finished making Jamie’s favorite sandwich I placed it on his plate and set it at the table, before sitting down.
Jamie walked back in the kitchen a few minutes late, he just stood there. I looked up at him and saw that he looked sad. Immediately I started worrying that something was wrong. I got up fast and made my way to him.
“What’s wrong?” I asked worriedly, while putting my hands on his cheeks softly stroking them.
“I’m so sorry…” he said, tears forming in his eyes.
“Jamie… babe you’re worrying me. What’s wrong? Did something happen?” 
“That was the GM… I’ve been traded” he said sadly.
“Oh my god… Jamie” 
“I don’t want to leave anaheim” he said 
“I know babe, where are you heading?” I asked.
“Philadelphia” 
“It’s going to be okay,” I said softly, kissing him.
“Would you move with me to Philly?” he asked when we pulled away from the kiss.
I smiled softly and nodded.
“Nowhere else i’d want to go” 
“Thank god, I don’t think I could do it without you”
“You never have to worry about that, I love you, I’ll be with you as long as you let me” I said smiling. He smiled.
“Good, because I’m never letting you go” 
“Good” I said leaning in to kiss him again when the front door flew open. We both looked at the door to see a distraught Trevor.
He made his way to us.
“Please tell me this isn’t true? Please tell me you didn’t just get traded to Philly?” Trevor says out of breath.
“I wish I could,” Jamie said sadly.
Trevor looked like he was about to cry. He pulled both Jamie and I in a hug.
“Promise you’ll facetime everyday?” Trevor said.
Jamie chuckled.
“Of course” I smiled at them.
“Why did it have to be philly?” Trevor said in disgust.
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