#brady skjei what have you done to me

[nhlmcfilthy]

Hold me down and make me be good

Brady Skjei is a spicy Aries and you’re being a brat...

Brady comes home from a bad practice and you can tell immediately. He’s throwing his bag around and mumbling under his breath and he sits down on the couch and just collapses. You’ve been home bored all day and decide to have a little fun. He starts ranting to you about something that happened and you’re snuggled into the corner of the couch, on your phone, half listening cause you know it will drive him crazy. You can hear his inflection go up and get more and more annoyed with your “mhmm’s” and “oh’s.” Frustration settling in, he looks over at you “are you even listening to me?” You smile sweetly with a hint of a smirk and say “of course, baby.” He looks at you with heat in his eyes “don’t do this to me right now, I’m not in the mood.” “Do what?” You smile with mischief in your eyes. “Fuck, you know exactly what you’re doing and I need you to stop.” His eyes are getting wild and you start squirming in your seat, feeling yourself getting more and more turned on by the second. Brady doesn’t lose it very often, but when he does it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced. You can’t always find that hair trigger that will make him snap to man on a mission, but it seems you have today. He starts crawling over to you peels his shirt off. He takes the blanket and puts in on the back of the couch, takes your phone and places it on the side table. He takes your hands and pins them to the arm of the couch you’re leaning against, and crawls onto your legs, pinning your hips down. You try to wriggle out from under him, and he just leans into you and you feel more than hear him groan. His shorts are tight and you can see his bulge growing underneath them. Knowing how bothered he is by your behaviour gets you so hot, but you’re not ready to give in just yet. “So we’re going to do this the hard way. Ok. Take your top off” He releases your hands. His voice is thick, deep and gravelly.  You drop your arms, stare him down and don’t move. “Make me” you say.  He groans so deep he’s almost growling and takes both your wrists in one hand and holds them over your head and tugs your top up and over your head, pulling you forward as he does, then releasing your wrists as he throws it. “Are you going to be this fucking difficult the whole time?” You don’t answer. He’s undoing your bra, throwing it, and cupping your breasts, running a thumb over your nipples. You want to moan, but you stop yourself. You know that your silence also drives him wild. There’s nothing he likes more than you screaming out his name making the neighbours give you glances in the hallways of the condo you share. “I’m going to get up now” he is speaking really slowly with intention and his eyes are burning into yours. “I’m going to let you go so I can take off these shorts and fuck you into next Friday, but when I let you go, Don’t. Fucking. Move” he almosts spits the words at you. Your heart is in your throat and you almost can’t swallow. You’re seriously aching for him at this point and when he gets up to take off the shorts you start unbuttoning your jeans. He stares you down, but his hands are preoccupied by his tight lycra shorts. He’s trying to get them off too quickly and can’t stop you. “I swear to god, if you keep going” he says, but you have your jeans and underwear slid off your ass and are pushing them down to the other end of the couch with your feet. He’s stopped moving, daring you to do more. You slowly start moving your hand back down, dying to release some of the tension you are feeling. He furrows his brow. He’s breathing heavily, both exasperated and extremely turned on. He finally gets his legs out of his shorts, cock free, and it is red and leaking. You think about how hot and horny you’ve got him and you slide your fingers into your folds. You’re soaking wet at this point and he lunges for you. “No, none of that. You don’t deserve that the way you’ve been acting.” You pout and he leans into you like he’s going to bite your lip, but he just presses is face into yours and says “lie back” and pushes you down, not giving you a chance to disobey. He pins you again and straddles you. He grabs your wrist and pulls your hand up to his face. “Why do you not just listen to me. Fucking insubordination.” You giggle at the word and this makes him tighten his grip around your wrist. He brings your wet fingers to his mouth and starts sucking on them. “mmmm God, you drive me fucking crazy baby” he’s climbing on to of you, leaning over. His other hand is on your shoulder pinning you back. You spread your legs out for him and he looks down at the movement. “Shit baby, you’re so fucking ready for me, do you want to get fucked?” You bite your lip and whimper. “I need you to use your words please” you close your eyes and moan. “That’s still not good enough” he releases your arm and leans in, putting his hand under your chin and lifting your face to his “I need you to say yes or no.” You look at him and swallow hard “yes” you whisper and he quickly leans back and pulls your legs up over his shoulders. “God baby you’re so wet, I don’t even need to get you ready for my cock” he says, lining up to your entrance. “I’m not going to be gentle, but I know you can take it” he takes his hand around his cock and pushes in, and then he’s thrusting into you, hard. You half moan half scream at his rough entrance and you can tell he likes it. He’s squeezing your ankles, his arms wrapped around your legs, holding you against him. “Scream all you want baby you did this to yourself You could have had this nice and easy, but no, you had to be a fucking menace and now you’re getting what you deserve” you are breathing heavily and moaning a little with each thrust, but not letting yourself go yet. He leans down you bend your knees over his shoulders. He hits a new, deeper angle and you can see him lose it for a second, he shudders a bit and closes his eyes. You whine and he opens them again. “You gonna be loud for me darling?” You open your mouth, but no sound comes out. He takes one hand and drags it down your inner thigh and starts teasing at your clit with two of his fingers. You let out a long whine, but you know that’s not what he wants. “Ain’t gonna cut it darling” he takes his hand and grabs your chin again. “if you’re not going to be loud for me, you might as well make your mouth useful” he says, sticking his fingers in your mouth. You taste yourself on him and he keeps fucking you into the arm of the couch. “You were so naughty now I’m filling all of your holes” you moan around your fingers, sucking hard. His voices catches and you know you have him again. This power struggle will keep going until one of you breaks. You know each other's buttons and you both love pushing them. You moan again and you tighten yourself around his dick. “Fuck baby, you feel so fucking good like this” he says, his voice breaking, and you consider that a win. You match his rhythm pressing down into the couch and he grabs your hips and starts losing it “god baby, you’re so good you drive me crazy and I fucking love you, you’re so hot like this” he just strings together praises as his rhythm gets jerky and he’s coming into you in deep thrusts and long groans. You start to ramp up when you feel him getting close, finally shouting ”yeah, fuck me Brady, just like that baby” and fuck him through his orgasm. His head drops as he climaxes and you stroke his hair as he comes down. When he finally looks up and you he asks “what do you want” and you reply “finish me with your mouth” and he smiles a thousand watt smile and slowly pulls out of you and moves down the couch. He presses his tongue against you and then slowly starts flicking around your folds until he finds the spot that makes your hips buck up. You swear loudly and he moans into your pussy, the vibrations making you even more wild. “Fuck Brady, that’s so fucking good. Yes, right fucking there” your voice starting to get louder and go up higher and higher until you’re just screaming a litany of curse words mixed with his name and digging your nails into his scalp and pulling his hair as he brings you to your climax. You hold his head there as you come down, but he looks up at you with his big brown eyes and lightly kisses your inner thighs. Finally, you release him and he climbs up on top of you and kisses you hard. He’s holding himself on top of you so that you feel his weight, but it’s not crushing you, and he feels like the perfect weighted blanket covering your whole body. “You good baby” he asks. “Mmm, so good” you moan and tangle your hands in the hairs on the nape of his neck. Eventually he turns to one side, putting his back up against the couch, and you turn on your side to face him, your legs tangle at the other end of the couch. “You know how much I love you, right?” he says as he pulls the blanket from the back of the couch where he lay it earlier, covering you both . “Yes baby” you say and cup the side of his face. “you fucking drive me crazy, but I think I really needed that today. I feel fucking great now” and you laugh, kissing his nose. “I always know what you need” you say, and he smiles and closes his eyes. “Next time maybe we’ll have romantic, non competitive sex” he says and you laugh, throwing your head back a bit. “Sounds boring” you say and lean in for a real kiss. 

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[senditcolton]

If You Want It Done

summary: after a disappointing playoff loss, brady reappears on your doorstep eight months after he ended things. and he has nothing on his mind but taking out his frustrations by having you desperate and keening for him once again. however, you aren't about to submit without a fight.

song inspo: NFWB by Hozier & Rats by Motionless in White word count: 5.1k warnings: feminine reader. smut! hair pulling, fingering, unprotected penetration, spanking, slight choking, oral (m receiving), and - as always - a healthy amount of dirty talk. plus somewhat toxic and insanely cocky brady.

a/n: no tricks here. just a sweet treat in the form of long- awaited Brady Skjei smut. technically it's a continuation of this blurb, but i just combined the original and the addition into one fic for you all. enjoy and happy halloween.

Sadness. Humiliation. Shame.

Those should be the emotions running through Brady as the plane lands back in Carolina after Game 4 of the Eastern Conference Finals. Because he wasn’t back ready to fight for another win. He was here to pack his bags and go home.

The best team in the Metro. Swept. By a wild card team who barely made the playoffs.

It was a disaster, an embarrassment. And Brady should feel the heavy weight of that failure, even if he might only be responsible for one-nineteenth of the blame. Or, at least, he should feel the waves of sadness crashing over him about the way it ended, or the mere fact that it did end.

But he didn’t. Perhaps he had earlier, when that final buzzer sounded and the fans in South Florida cheered. But now, having sat with those feelings for the better part of 24 hours, he was no longer sad.

He was angry.

And so, when the wheels touched down in Raleigh and he collected his car, he didn’t drive home.

Instead, he drove to yours.

~

A tired sigh leaves you as you pull up to your quaint cottage-style home. A long work week was cause for an even longer relaxing weekend and you were ready to start that weekend by getting inside and having a long nap. Or a strong drink. Or perhaps both.

However, after hopping out of your car and wandering up the small path that leads to your front door, your plans placed on a momentary hold when you see someone leaning against your siding, their baseball cap pulled low.

“I’m not interested in whatever you’re selling,” you call out, ready for this stranger to flash you an award-winning smile and tell you all about how their company could save you money on roofing repairs after last week’s storm.

But when their head lifts, you stop in your tracks as you recognize the face staring back at you.

Hell, you used to wake up to it every morning for eight months. Until he ended things.

“Brady.”

His name falls from your mouth in complete practiced apathy. You didn’t need him to know how much time you spent crying over him in the last month. You especially didn’t need him to know how your heart still skipped a beat when his eyes connected to yours.

“Did you see the game?” he asks.

“I heard.”

“And?”

“And what? Do you want to cry for you?”

There’s a humorless chuckle that comes from Brady as his head falls before he takes a step towards you.

“You always knew how to make me feel better,” he says, the sarcasm lacing his voice. And when you hear it, that dry scathing tone, you realize that you didn’t recognize the man in front of you.

Brady was always soft, gentle, welcoming. It made the dichotomy between you even more obvious; you all sharp edges and harsh words and burning fire. It was part of the reason the two of you broke up.

But this Brady… there was something different. Something dangerous. it intrigued you. But not enough for you to give in.

“I’m not going to coddle you, Brady. You should know that by now.” 

“I don’t want your sympathy.”

“What do you want then?” you ask, finally taking a few steps forward, closing the gap between you and your front door. “You want my pity? You want me to say ‘poor you, poor Brady’?”

It’s your turn to let a scoff fall from your lips as you reach into your bag for your keys, Brady now behind you.

“If you wanted someone to feel sorry for you, you came to the wrong fucking house,” you explain, unlocking the door.

Before you can even reach the handle, you feel Brady step forward, his hands falling on your hips as his body crowds you into the smooth wood. You attempt to take a deep breath to calm your heart but it doesn’t help because when you breathe in, your senses are filled with the smell of his cologne. A smell so familiar. One you missed.

Brady moves closer, his body almost pinning you to the door and you can’t stop your knees from trembling as you feel the heat of him behind you.

“I came here because I missed you,” he whispers into your ear.

“And it took you getting your ass kicked to realize that?” you shoot back. Although, the waver in your voice betrays you, revealing how much your body was responding to him; his touch, his words, his warmth. Brady just lets his previous sentence continue, as if he didn’t even hear you.

“And because I know you missed me just as much.”

You couldn’t let him do this – let him come crawling back to you when he was broken or bored. You no longer belonged to him. It was a recipe for disaster.

“I think you’ve forgotten that I’m not one of those girls that would fall on their knees for you.”

“You seemed to enjoy being on your knees for me when we were together.”

“And we’re not together anymore. So, find someone else to fuck your frustrations out on.”

“Is that what you did?”

“None of your business.”

You feel his grip on your hips tighten and you barely have time to react as he effortlessly spins your body until your back is pressed against the wood of the door, your eyes now looking up at him.

“You’re lying.”

Brady almost spits out the words, as if even the barest suggestion that what you said was true was poison to him. Your eyes follow the movement in his temple, the clenching of his jaw, the storm in his eyes. This wasn’t the side of Brady that you knew.

But it was a side that you were always curious to discover. Throughout those eight months, you wanted to know if Brady had that same fire hiding within him – a passion and intensity that could match yours. And now, you could finally see it peeking through.

You wanted it to come out completely. 

“And you can tell?” you ask, wielding your words with edge and precision. “Does that make you feel worse? If I told you about all the other men that ended up in my bed?”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“I wouldn’t? Are you sure? You knew what you giving up when you left. Can’t blame me for moving on.”

“You wouldn’t,” Brady repeats, one hand falling away and you barely have time to comprehend where it had gone when you feel the steady weight of the door fall away from you.

Your body lurches back, the momentum pulling you until it is abruptly stopped by Brady’s strong arms, pulling you close and lifting you over the threshold. Your feet find the hardwood of your floors before Brady is spinning you again and you find yourself pressed against the door once more, this time inside your house instead of without.

“You wouldn’t,” he reiterates, “because no one could make you feel as good as I did.”

You hear the deadbolt click, the sound causing the heat pool in your stomach. Brady’s hand moves back to your hip, pulling you close again as he leans in until your lips are barely touching. It’s intoxicating, having him this close to you once again. You are about to surge forward, connect your lips to his, let your fire burn with his. Until Brady speaks again.

“No one could make you feel as good as I’m about to.”

That statement pulls all rationality from you and you don’t hesitate to close the gap between you, crashing your lips onto his. Brady returns the kiss with as much intensity, his hands gripping you tighter while yours move to trace over his arms, his broad shoulders before tangling into that salt-and-pepper hair. The kiss is frantic, all teeth and tongues and it takes a moment before Brady finally pulls away, connecting those brown eyes to your own

“You’re mine,” he whispers. “You always will be.”

The words cut right through you; as a threat or a promise, you weren’t really sure. But the instant that Brady crashes his lips back into yours, you find that you don’t care.

God, you missed this. You would be lying if you didn’t spend many restless nights reminiscing on how his hands felt on your body. How his lips felt on your skin.

But you wouldn’t tell him that. The words would never leave your mouth, not while Brady is standing in front of you. You wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. At least, not yet.

Instead, you get lost in Brady’s kisses, your hands coming to tangle deeper in his hair, pulling him closer to you as your hips roll up to meet his. You think you can hear a dark chuckle rumble from Brady and vibrate directly into your body, sending sparks of electricity flowing through you. His hands roam across your body, up from your hips to the soft material of your blouse before landing on your breasts, giving them a squeeze, causing your head to fall back.

“Missed these perfect tits,” he mumbles, his movements against your chest continuing in response to the soft moan falling from your mouth. Your moan turns into a sharp gasp as Brady grips the center of your shirt and tears it open. The sound of the buttons scattering across the hardwood floor floods your ears and it inexplicably turns you on even more.

If this was any other man, you would be pissed off at him for ruining your one of your favorite shirts. But this was Brady. A new Brady.

In those eight months you were with him, he was nothing but a gentleman, both outside and inside the bedroom. And he was more than satisfactory. But you knew there had to be something underneath all that charm. An untamed animal just waiting to be unchained.

And if this was the key to its cage, you weren’t about to stop everything to cry over a few buttons. But that didn’t mean you weren’t going to complain at all.

“You’re buying me a new shirt,” you mutter against Brady’s lips. Brady swiftly removes his mouth from yours as he looks down at your newly exposed bra.

“Gonna buy you something new to wear under it,” comes his response as his thumbs trace over the edge of the plain nude material and this time, you can stop your eyes from rolling in annoyance.  

“Do you really think I wear lingerie to work?” you quip, staring up at him.

You can see his eyes harden and it is in that moment that you realize he was enjoying this. The chase, the tease, the dare, the push and pull between the two of you.

“If you don’t like it,” you continue, your voice taking on a sultry tone as you continue to meet his dark brown eyes, “then take it off.”

The quick sparkle that appears in his brown eyes makes you think that he has taken the bait, that you might have gained some control over the situation at hand – a situation that you were wholly unprepared for but welcomed none the less. And when Brady leans back in to lock you lips together once again, his hands wandering around your ribcage towards your back, the confidence grows.

However, it takes a sharp plummet when you feel his hands drop from your frame. If Brady had given you a split second longer, you would have broken the kiss to question or quip him again. But you have barely any time to miss the sensation of his hands on your skin before you feel them grip the back of your thighs as Brady uses his athletic strength to effortlessly lift you off the floor.

You gasp, a gasp that Brady gladly swallows before he spins, tearing his lips away from yours to look around your house. There is a part of you that wants to tell him nothing has changed from the last time he was there – the furniture is the same, your bedroom is still two doors down on the left – but your lips have already busied themselves marking the smooth skin on his neck.

There was also a power in your decisions; forcing him to find his way through your space all while doing your best to distract him. And it seems to be working as you feel Brady’s pulse shudder underneath your mouth.

You feel him take a lurching turn right and a slight flash of confusion runs through you until you feel his body lowering. The soft material of your couch hits your knees and the skirt you had on flows out around you as you now straddle Brady.

“Forgot where the bedroom was?” you chirp into his neck, feeling his desperate hands return to your torso as he removes the tattered remains of your blouse from your waistband.

It seems that it takes a minute for your words to register but when they do, Brady’s hand lifts to tangle in your hair. Another gasp escapes from your chest as his fingers tighten before pulling your head away from his neck. He quickly reverses the roles, his own lips moving to your newly exposed throat, your breath transforming from gasps to soft sighs as his mouth works against your skin.

“Who says I’m not going to take you there after I’m done here?”

“Who says I would let you back into my bed anyway?” you retort to keep some semblance of control.

Your pathetic attempt is clearly read by Brady, who makes you falter once again as the hand not tangled in your hair effortlessly unclasps your bra. His lips depart from your neck as he helps slide the material down your arms, throwing it carelessly somewhere in the room. You both hate and love the smirk that appears on his face as he takes in your heaving chest, your pebbled nipples. His dark eyes dart back up to you briefly before he is tugging you into him for another animalistic kiss.

“Seems that you like it so far,” he whispers into your open mouth before he pulls away again, lifting your body upright and pulling you closer. “I’ll take my chances.”

You wish that you could say something back, something to knock his arrogant confidence down a peg but your mind goes blank as his lips move to your collarbone, leaving faint hickeys against the taut skin before moving down to your chest. His lips close around one of your nipples, tongue moving to tease the sensitive peak as his hands rest on your ribcage, his thumbs running across the delicate skin on the underside of your breasts. Your hands fly to the back of his head, keeping him close and you can feel his lips curl against your skin. The action both turns you on and pisses you off, a combination that you weren’t sure could even work until now.

You fly into action, hands moving down to grip the fabric stretched across his broad shoulders, tugging at the material and pulling it upward before he finally breaks away to help you remove the shirt entirely, tossing it away to join your clothes on the living room floor.

His lips return to your chest, moving to leave no skin unmarred with his love bites as your hands drop to his shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle in silent encouragement. Brady’s hands lower before coming to grip your ass and you gasp as he pulls you forward, the action causing your hips to roll. You both let out moans at the sensation of you grinding against him and it turns you on more to feel his erection against your core.

“And here I thought I was the masochist,” you joke, moving your hips of your own volition, pressing deeper into him. The grunt that your actions pull from his chest has you grinning. “Who’d know you get this hard from getting your ass kicked?”

You must’ve struck a nerve, prodded at the memory he came here to forget, because the only thing you hear in response is what could best be described as a growl before he lifts you off of his lap enough to slip out from underneath you. Your brain recognizes the weight of his body disappearing from the couch and you attempt to turn, just to keep your eyes locked on him but Brady doesn’t give you a chance.

His large hand finds the space between your shoulder blades and pushes you forward, your torso falling until your chest meets the back cushions. You can’t stop the gasp that falls, your arms lifting over the edge of the couch as your back arches, your hips pressing back towards Brady now looming behind you.

A dark chuckle echoes throughout the room in response to your actions as he pulls the material of your skirt over your hips, exposing more of your body to him. He doesn’t waste any time, doesn’t even bother removing your underwear, instead choosing to move it to the side before he slips two fingers into your already soaked core.  

You let out a moan, your head falling forward as Brady’s hand moves, winding you up and my God, you would be lying if you said you didn’t miss the feeling. His thumb quickly finds your clit, pressing against the bundle of nerves and you can’t stop the way your body responds to his movements.

“That’s what I thought,” he laughs. “You have no right to that attitude when you’re this fucking desperate for me.”

He emphasizes his words with a curl of his fingers, the tips grazing your g-spot and the combined sensation of his hands skillfully moving against you almost has you falling over the edge. Brady doesn’t give you your satisfaction that easily though as he removes his fingers from your core. You whimper at the loss, listening intently to Brady’s movements behind you, impatient to feel him once more.

Brady doesn’t leave you wanting for long as you hear the rustle of his pants hitting the floor and before you can blink, you feel his hands practically tear your panties down your legs before he enters you in one swift, harsh motion.

The moans that you both let out are delicious and desperate. You whine as you move your hips back, pushing him impossibly deeper. Brady groans, his hands quickly finding purchase on your hips, gripping you tight before he begins to move.

“Oh god,” you moan out as Brady fucks into you with quick hard thrusts, showing no mercy, your ass rippling every time it meets his hips. You are grateful for the couch cushions in front of you, helping to support your upper body as your fingers dig into the fabric so deeply that an irrational part of you worries you might tear it.

“Not God, sweetheart. Just me,” Brady replies, his movements barely faltering. “Come on, say my name.”

You wish you could tell him to fuck off, make a quip about his cocky attitude but your mouth doesn’t seem able to form the words or any words for that matter. The only thing you want is for him to continue. A sharp smack against your ass jolts your body forward and your head whips around in surprise, eyes connecting to Brady.

“Say. My. Name,” he repeats, now more command than anything else, every word punctuated by another spank and you are helpless to comply.

“Brady,” you whine, your desperation painted on every letter, your eyes staying locked on him, drinking in his reaction. He groans, his teeth coming to bite his lower lip, his gaze dropping from your face to connect to where his cock disappears into your pussy.

“Fuck, that’s it, sweetheart.”  

His quiet encouragement is all you need to continue moaning his name over and over. One of his hands falls from your hips to join yours in gripping the back of the couch, his body now completely covering yours, the new leverage only increasing the strength in which Brady thrusts into you. Your head falls to rest against the back cushion, the sounds of your staccato whimpers and breathy curses filling the living room along with the continuous depraved slapping of skin against skin.

You whine as you feel his hand disappear from your hip and slowly trace up your body, the softness of his touch a sharp contrast. The gentleness doesn’t last long and your whine turns into a gasp as Brady’s large hand wraps around your throat, pulling your head upwards.

“Keep saying my name,” he says, his hot breath fanning across the shell of your ear. “Let everyone know who’s making you feel this good.”

“You are, Brady.”

“Yeah? Can anyone else fuck you like I can?”

“No. Only you.”

“That’s right. Only me,” he growls in satisfaction, emphasizing his words with his rhythm.

“Fuck, Brady, please,” you plead, your voice strained from how much focus it took to pry the words from your mouth. “I’m close.”

“Well then, come on sweetheart. Touch yourself. Remind me how good it feels when you cum on my cock.”

The speed in which your hand falls is reckless, frantic to get that additional pressure that you were craving. As soon as your fingers press against your clit, your head falls back against Brady’s shoulder in relief. His praise is muffled against your skin as he peppers your shoulder with kisses, only interrupted by quiet curses as he feels your core flutter.

It is hot, so unbelievably hot – how he’s fucking you, how he’s holding you – that it doesn’t take long for you to finally fall over the precipice, your own hand faltering against you as your orgasm rocks through your body. A groan falls from Brady as he feels you clench around him; a groan that he muffles by sinking his teeth into the flesh of your shoulder, the additional sensation causing you to moan louder, hips rocking back against him as his motions halt.

The haze that pricked at the corner of your eyes slowly dissipates and you can feel Brady’s hand fall from your neck. The cool air cascades over your back as Brady lifts himself away from you causing goosebumps to appear. A small whimper escapes when you feel him remove himself from your core and steps away. The submissive part of your mind, still in control, panics in fear that he might leave. But the concern is short lived as Brady sits down next to you, pulling you back into his lap.

He wastes no time capturing you in another kiss, stealing any remaining breath from your lungs. Brady attempts to break the kiss but you don’t let him, hands lifting to cup his jaw and pulling him deeper into the kiss. He doesn’t resist and allows you to continue to kiss him, his own arms wrapping around your body.

Eventually your hands move, trailing down his throat, dancing over his chest and you smile against his lips as you feel his abs tighten in response to your fingers sinking lower until they finally reach the desired destination.

You gently take his still hard length in your hand and stroke him a few times, which was easy to do with your prior release clinging to the silky-smooth skin. You grin as you feel the vibrations of Brady’s soft moan in response to your ministrations. The cloud of your orgasm had lifted and, in its absence, your own confidence returned.

“Want me to take care of that for you?” you question, only moving far enough away to ask, your lips brushing against his occasionally. Brady doesn’t respond; you knew he wouldn’t. He had worked too hard to give up the dominance he held over you so easily. But you weren’t deterred.

You kiss him deeply one more time before your lips follow the path your hands previously traced: down his throat, over his collarbones, across his chest. An occasional moan and curse fall from Brady as you continue your descent and you grin, knowing that his resolve was slowly cracking. Your body moves, shuffling from being perched on top of his lap to kneel on the plush carpet between his thighs. Brady’s eyes are needy when your own eyes dart up to meet his stare. Your hand strokes him again but you make no attempt to put your mouth on him, the dare hanging clearly in the air.

“Baby, please,” Brady finally speaks, his hips punching upwards.

“Who’s fucking desperate now?” you quip, unable to contain your excitement at regaining the upper hand. Your jaw drops open in surprise as Brady’s hand darts out, grabbing your neck once more, his eyes growing dark.

“You want to repeat that sweetheart?” he asks, that dominant energy rolling off him again. Except this time, it doesn’t make you back down. Instead, it just spurs you on, that heat and elation as it returns – the battle, the chase. Your dropped jaw just morphs into a wicked grin and you are ecstatic to see a similar smirk twist onto Brady’s lips; a quiet confirmation that he was still enjoying the newfound push and pull between you two.

“Come on Brady. Admit it. You are just as desperate for me as I am for you,” you explain, your voice dipping again into your lower sultry timbre. “Tell me, do any of those other girls have a mouth like mine?”

You flatten your tongue against his shaft and lick a bold stripe up his length before moving your lips to leave a lingering teasing kiss on the head. Brady groans, his head falling back as his hand moves from your neck to tangle in your hair, pulling you closer in an attempt for you to fully wrap your lips around him.

“No one can fuck me like you can?” you continue, hand wrapping around his cock. “Well, you’ll never find someone who can give better head than I can.”

You don’t give him any chance to respond as you surge forward, finally taking him into your wet mouth. Your tongue traces every vein that you could feel as your hand moves against the rest of him. Brady’s moans sounding from above fuel you and you continue to work your sinful magic against his skin.

It may have been months since you two were in this particular position but you feel like a part of you will remember everything about Brady, including all the spots that make him groan and twitch and throb. Your lips move to suck on the tip, teasing the area where the head meets the shaft with your tongue.

“Fuck,” Brady curses, his hips jumping causing his cock to thrust into your mouth. You gag a little before withdrawing – not completely but only enough to catch your breath. Your eyes dart to his and find that he is already staring at you, his salt-and-pepper hair falling over his forehead. The moan you release at the sight vibrates around Brady causing an identical moan to escape him. You inhale deeply before lowering your head, relaxing your throat until the entirety of his cock is nestled in your mouth.

“Goddamn, you’re so fucking good at that,” he groans, his fingers twisting in your hair. You move, shallowly bobbing your head as you feel him pulse against your tongue, a tell-tale sign he was getting close. The assumption was only confirmed by the next word Brady spoke. “Fuck, baby, gonna cum.”

You pull your mouth from him, replacing it quickly with your hand and continuing the pace you had set.

“I won’t waste a drop,” you say, keeping your eyes locked to his as you wrap your lips around him once again, your hands moving to the side his thighs and pressing your fingertips up into them. Brady understands your silent request, hand once again tightening in your hair as he moves his hips upward, taking control.

“Yeah? You going to swallow it all like a good girl?”

You nod your head, keeping your mouth open and accepting everything he gives, moaning against his skin as he increases his pace. It’s only a few more moments before Brady throws his head back against the couch cushions, a long groan emulating from his chest as his own orgasm hits. You feel his cum hit the back of your throat and you greedily pull him deeper, determined to keep your word.

You let Brady collect himself and take a few deep breaths before you slowly raise your head, sliding off of his cock. You wait until his eyes connect to yours before you swallow, releasing a satisfied exhale afterwards. You can’t help but make a show of it, licking your lips before opening your mouth to show him that you indeed didn’t let anything go to waste.

Brady grins, a smile which you quickly mirror before his hands are on your body, hauling you off the floor and back into his lap. Your lips connect and you sigh, savoring the euphoric glow that surrounded the two of you. The two of you continue to make out for a few minutes, relaxing before you pull away, looking down at Brady.

“D’you feel better?” you joke, the remembrance of why he came to your house in the first place – and what it all meant now – nagging in the back of your mind. You aren’t sure if you can see sadness lingering on the corners of Brady’s smile as his hand runs soothing circles across your spine.

“A little.”

“Need anything else?”

“Maybe a shower,” he replies, looking up at you with those brown eyes that always made you weak. A sparkle that spells nothing but trouble for you flashes in his irises as his smile turns into a wicked smirk. “And perhaps a round two, starting with my head buried between your thighs.”

“Demanding, aren’t you?” you breathlessly chuckle, your head shaking in playful disbelief as your tear your gaze from his.

“I just know what I want.”

“Which is?”

“You.”

His quiet declaration has your head turning back to him, connecting your eyes once again. The emotions displayed in his own stare are unfathomable and you know that this isn’t the place to attempt to decipher them. You don’t have time to unwind and unravel the mess that defined you and Brady’s connection: your prior relationship, the subsequent break-up, and everything that happened today.

So, instead, you gently climb from Brady’s lap, standing upright before stretching out your hand towards him. He accepts your offer and you help lift him off the sofa before dragging him down the hallway to the second door on the left, back into your bed.

Like he always belonged there.

Like he never left.

tagging the skjei-sy sluts (affectionate) who asked for a continuation + a few others I think would appreciate this: @smileysvech @pyotrkochetkov @cellythefloshie @comphy-and-cozy @laurenairay

#nicole writes #brady skjei fic #brady skjei imagine #brady skjei smut #carolina hurricanes fic #carolina hurricanes imagine #nhl fic #nhl imagine #hockey fic #hockey imagine

[uluvjay]

Request week M.List

*indicates smut •indicates angst

Trevor Zegras

Trevor dating a business owner

Trevor and a Hughes sister original

Trevor and a Hughes sister remake•

Confessing feelings

Comparing hand sizes

Jack Hughes

Cuddles

Hammock*

Don’t be such a baby

Andrei Svechnikov

Who you belong to*

Injuries

Brady Skjei

You’re not okay

Pool party*

Mark Estapa

I’d give you a kiss but I can’t reach

You’re not going out dressed like that

Giving you his jacket

I can’t get you out of my head

Don’t tempt me*

Ethan Edwards

I’ve never done this before*

Mackie Samoskevich

I think I deserve a kiss

Nolan Moyle

Little spoon

Luke Hughes

Phone sex*

-> part two*

Childhood friends to lovers

You’re not going out dressed like that*

It doesn’t matter what other people think

My turn to be little spoon

Matthew Knies

I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to forget that guys name*

Matthew Tkachuk

Comparing hand sizes

Auston Matthews

Your clearly in pain

You wanna have sex with me?*

Nico Hischier

What? Does that feel good?*

Drunken hugs and kisses

I can see it hurts, now show me

Nico X eldest Hughes sister

Vince Dunn

Bathtub sex*

Window sex*

Jamie Drysdale

Nasty girl Part one*

Nasty girl part two*

Mason McTavish

Don’t come any closer•

Nasty girl part one*

Nasty girl part two*

#uluvejay request week #uluvjay talks

[comphy-and-cozy]

hi love, i’m here to trade you brady pics for the brady smut prompt “say you want me, and i’m yours.” - @ryanpulock on main 😅😘

these pics literally sent me into an institution oh my god he is so perfect WHO LET HIM BE LIKE THIS

anyway this got way deeper than i intended and morphed into a midnight rain-esque blurb. I kind of split up the quote a little bit but it's worth it I promise xoxo

Prompt: "Say you want me, and I'm yours."

Pairing: Brady Skjei x Reader (f)

Word Count: 1K

Warnings: Adult themes/mature content, smut (not explicit explicit but still NSFW/18+), a few swears, and a healthy splash of angst

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. 

Without a shadow of a doubt, Brady Skjei was the kindest, most wonderful man you’d ever met. He was handsome, respectful, attentive. He was everything you could ever want in a man. Nicholas Sparks himself couldn’t have written a more perfect man. 

And that was the problem.

Brady was too perfect. Too kind. Too wonderful. And it terrified you, a far-from-perfect, sometimes-selfish, rough-around-the-edges kind of girl. Simply put, you didn’t deserve him, and you knew it. He was sunshine, you were rain. It was only a matter of time before you hurt him, or worse, disappointed him.

It broke your heart to break his, ending your picture perfect romance in a series of tears and wistful, sad smiles. He even was sweet during that, comforting you even when he had every right to hate your guts.

That was over a year ago, and yet here you are, on your back on his plush mattress, the usually pristine white comforter wrinkled and ruffled under your weight. His shirt is off – his body is still perfect, too, though that had never been a complaint – and he’s working yours off, haphazardly tugging at the strings that tie your top together. At least, he’s trying to, when his hands aren’t distracted grasping your hips or palming your breasts.

“Brady,” you sigh, fighting the haze that threatens to invade your senses with the way his lips trace over your pulse point. 

He hums, a half response, more concentrated on the way your perfume swirls with the scent of your shampoo, invading his nostrils in a potion that gets him far drunker than any alcohol he could consume. Which he had done plenty of, earlier at the bar before he ran into you.

Cool air washes over your chest, remedied quickly by a hot mouth, when he finally succeeds in getting the bow on your top untied, fabric falling open. For a moment, you forget that you were trying to speak in more than just moans and sighs of his name, his tongue tracing intricate patterns across your breast.

“Brady,” you repeat, a bit more firm this time. “What are we doing?”

“M’trying to fuck you,” he murmurs, voice muffled by your skin when his mouth moves to your other breast.

“This isn’t – we can’t –”

Your stuttering hesitation finally warrants a pause from him, a sigh against your stomach, having been in the middle of working his way down to the button of your leather pants. 

“Are you saying that because of you, or because of me?”

“Wh – what does that mean?”

“We can’t do this because you don’t want to, or because you’re trying to protect me?” he says, a last nip at your abdomen before he’s hauling himself to sit up on his knees. He looks down at you, ready to have a conversation, maybe like he’s been waiting to have this conversation.

Your voice is small when you finally speak. “It’s not fair to you.”

“I appreciate you looking out for me, but I can make decisions for myself.” It’s not harsh, not meant to be, but his words sting you all the same.

His hands reach toward yours, soft when his fingers tangle loosely with your own. There’s a spark when he touches you, a warmth that you only feel when he’s around. When you look up to meet his eyes, they’re looking at you with a pensive softness and something else, unreadable. 

“I want you. I want you, still, in every aspect of the word. I want to be with you. I want to eat breakfast with you, go grocery shopping with you, to give you massages when you have cramps. I want to fuck you every morning and every night, to miss you when I’m on road trips. And I know that at least part of you wants that, otherwise you wouldn’t be here, right now, all these months later.”

Brady lets his words sink in for a beat, carefully gauging your reaction before continuing, “I don’t care how long it takes. I had so much time to find someone else, to let you go. No one else comes close. You’re it for me.”

Your throat’s gone dry, shocked at his confession; though, if you were honest with yourself, not a single day had gone by that he didn’t cross your mind, too. You’ve been dreading the day he found a new girlfriend, forever doomed to hate yourself for letting the perfect man walk away.

Or so you thought.

His hands gripping yours pull you gently from your thoughts, tugging you to sit up so he can sit you in his lap, legs finding their natural position on either side of his hips. Brown eyes gaze into yours, his handsome features marred with worry. 

“If you want me even half as much as I want you, I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.”

People always talk about the big climax in the movies, with the wind machine and the symphony blaring in the background as the main characters finally have their long-awaited on-screen kiss. This one isn’t quite like that, happening much quicker and much less cinematic than it’s portrayed, but they manage to capture the overwhelming emotions of it all perfectly well.

In the fraction of a second it takes for your heart to scream, ‘Yes!’, you’re lunging forward to kiss him, all other thoughts disappearing once his lips connect with yours. You can feel his grin against your mouth, hands quickly finding your back to keep you pressed against him.

It doesn’t take long for things to pick up where they left off, this time succeeding in your clothes finding the floor. But he does take his time lathering your skin with kisses, lingering touches, heating you from the inside out, until you’re whining when he’s between your legs. Brushing against where you want him most, but not giving you the satisfaction, a sort of cruel ode to making him wait for you.

“Say you want me,” he murmurs, breath hot against the shell of your ear as his lips abandon the fresh mark they’ve just made on your collarbone. “Need to hear you say it.”

“Brady,” you breathe, and he hums at the way his name sounds from your mouth. “I want you. Need you.”

And when he pushes into you, strong and steady, the look in his eye from earlier is replaced by warmth and ardent fervor. Maybe perfect isn’t so bad.

#c does requests #brady skjei blurb #brady skjei fic #brady skjei imagine #hockey fic #nhl imagine #ryanpulock

[honestsportsopinion]

New York Rangers and the situations they are in

Disclaimer: This essay or article, call it as you wish, is my own information analysis. I am in no way sports journalist or try to be one. All the sources will be linked bellow.  

           Idea to write this thing came from my close friend and I thought: “Why the hell not?” Once I started the research, I realised it will not be easy to put this together because so much information has come up in last few weeks and more has happened in last few days. So, this may seem messy. I will talk about points about New York Rangers that I took closer look to.

           Possibly, New York Ranger fans can better pinpoint the moment when things started to go south in their team. When rookie development was thrown out of window and the youngsters got left to fend for themselves without help. When did racist players got given one chance after another? It must have been painful to see such good team and organisation to dissolve in what it is now. Yes, it is kind of hard to call them team right now.

           First, want to start with this interview quote from ex-New York Rangers player Kevin Hayes, conducted in 2019, that prompted me to look a bit further in this whole situation:

"They chose to get rid of me and Vese, but that's their decision," Hayes said. "I'm sure it'll come back to them; we'll find out."

Not only New York Rangers got rid of Kevin Hayes and Jimmy Vessey, but next season Brady Skjei followed his friends off to a different team. Few seasons ago this trio was in grace of the organisation but now they are out of it. No one still understands how that happened. If we highlight this quote from Mr. Hayes, we can see that there was some bitterness over whole situation, that even the best media training could not mask. Also, we could say that words in it is quite prophetic. It will come back to them he said and oh, how it did come back to this team. Starting one whirlwind after another.

           Secondly, I want to talk about development and treatment of younger players that come to New York Rangers organisation. We all well know how K���Andre Miller got welcomed in this team with livestream chat absolutely being flooded with racist comments. It is all still fresh in our minds and we will come back to K’Andre Miller a bit later.

           Lias Andersson was young player with bright future, being drafted as 7th overall in 2017 entry draft. His story also is not best: for three seasons being thrown between AHL and NHL, allowed to play few games for New York Rangers. In no way the team tried to build up his confidence. Of course, it is not easy to be treated as moving piece. When you are as young as 18, you need to feel backed up by the team you got drafted. After these years of up and down in USA, Mr. Andersson choose to go back home to Sweden.

           Now we have Finish player Kaapo Kakko in similar situation.  Absolutely not feeling backing of team or coach who in recent press conference said this:

 “He’s got seven points in his last seven NHL games and what can happen in this game is we get so caught up in where they were drafted and the hype about people.  I don’t give two craps about that.  We want to win hockey games and he was the best option.  How’d it work out?”

While in the same interview he praised the No. 1 draft pick Alexis Lafrenière. I am in no way pitting those two against one another, but coach should be one person that stays unbiased no matter what and helps players find their rooting in team. From this interview it feels like he already has view on Mr. Kakko and does not want to change his opinion on him.

           Right here in me could start talking hurt European but I am not going to step as low as David Quinn because I have general understanding about different nationalities that react to things differently. All I can say is I wish Kaapo to find team that will give him the rooting he needs, but also knowing Finns he will try to fight for his place.

           Lastly, we must mention the name of player that has worst possible reputation in NHL, so bad that none of 30 teams want to take him of the waivers. You guessed it folks: Tony DeAngelo. Yes, finally New York Rangers are getting rid of this player, but should he have been called up at all. By the words of New York Rangers general manager Jeff Gorton:

“We did a lot of research, talked to a lot of people about Tony prior to acquiring him,” Gorton said. “We did our homework, we were comfortable[..].”

Looking from outside of it all, it seems they did none of the research and DeAngelo could do whatever he wanted to do. Team even promoted his podcast, that does not put out best message to anyone. We can also talk about his twitter and Instagram tantrums that have hurt more people than not. Organisation says they talked with DeAngelo, but nothing seemed to work, even the tiny suspensions that he was getting. DeAngelo felt like he had his teams backing, that no players we talked before in this essay have felt. Craziest thing is that he just recently resigned with the team, they still believed in him.

           So DeAngelo took it as a sign to stretch their trust even thinner. There is alleged news that he stole K’Andre Millers first goal puck. New York Rangers are trying to cover it up, but fans are more attentive. There was not picture of K’Andre holding his puck while the New York Rangers posted Lafrenière with his puck. The team can come out with statements about this whole thing, but they cannot stop the windmill of news sharing.

          Whole thing culminated in altercation between DeAngelo and Georgiev. This finally got organisation into gear, booting DeAngelo off the team fully. Scariest thought is that New York Rangers would have kept this under wraps, too, not to spoil their team’s name. It got out and this time easiest choice was to fire DeAngelo. As easily they trusted him, as easily they let him go. Maybe it is fresh breath of air that this team needs, maybe this situation will raise up more dirty laundry but what is done is done. There is no way back and only way forward.

Conclusion.

           New York Rangers as organisation do not seem to understand how to develop young players and make them in star players anymore while their history shows that they can do that. As organisation they have let down many of their players and fans who believed in them, allowing racists and bigots play in the team freely without huge consequences. Yes, people will go and say they fired DeAngelo. I will answer them: “Good but where were they before when they could have chosen not to call him up. Signs were there already.”

           We can see that they choose easiest way, forgetting that team is supposed to be family where each player is ready to stand and fall for one another. Generally, I wish New York Rangers to find the light in the end of a tunnel. Find their way back to developing young players to proper stars and not to make any dumb mistakes.

Sources:

Abate, B. (14.01.2021.). Rangers Must Learn from Mistakes Made with Andersson. Retrieved from https://thehockeywriters.com/rangers-lias-andersson-development-mistakes-learning-opportunity/

Cuthbert, J. (31.01.2021.). Rangers waive controversial Tony DeAngelo after reported altercation with teammate. Retrieved from https://tinyurl.com/i4jox6v9

NBC. (21.09.2019.). Interview with Kevin Hayes. Retrieved from https://www.nbcsports.com/philadelphia/flyers/kevin-hayes-honest-about-his-time-rangers-ecstatic-be-flyers

New York Rangers. (n.d.). Retrieved from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_York_Rangers#Jeff_Gorton_era_(2015%E2%80%93present)

Paulus, S. (31.01.2021.). David Quinn must dislike Kaapo Kakko a lot. Retrieved from https://bluelinestation.com/2021/01/29/new-york-rangers-coach-david-quinn-must-dislike-kaapo-kakko-a-lot/

Valji, S., N. (31.01.2021). Future of Tony DeAngelo (Twitter thread). Retrieved from https://twitter.com/salimvalji/status/1355968550393901056

Walker, M. (16.01.2021.). Rangers bench star Tony DeAngelo for game against Islanders. Retrieved from https://nypost.com/2021/01/16/tony-deangelo-not-in-rangers-lineup-for-game-vs-islanders/

Walker, M. (01.02.2021.). Rangers refute ‘sad’ K’Andre Miller rumor after banishing Tony DeAngelo. Retrieved from https://nypost.com/2021/02/01/rangers-refute-kandre-miller-rumor-amid-tony-deangelo-saga/

#essay #nhl #new york rangers #tony deangelo #kaapo kakko #k'andre miller #lias andersson #nyr #as I said in disclaimer it is only my own information analysis #rookies

[numba99]

Hate to Love You Part 6

Part 1  Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Summary: You and Jimmy have never gotten along. To say you hated each other would be an understatement. But when a night at a party takes an unexpected turn, things between the two of you change forever. Word Count: 2,482 damn this got longer than I thought

Warnings: Smut y’all know the drill

Brady’s girlfriend was back in town for a visit, which was preoccupying his time. You didn’t mind, less excuses you would have to think of if he invited you over. You weren’t ready to be alone again with Jimmy just yet. Even the thought of just you, him and Brady was too much. You knew you wouldn’t be safe from him making a move, and you weren’t sure you were ready for that yet.

Something about almost getting caught shook you in a way you couldn’t quite explain. You think it was because if Brady had saw, this all would become real. The sneaking around, the hooking up, everything that had been happening between you and Jimmy these last few weeks had seemed almost like a fantasy. You didn’t want anyone, especially not Brady, to find out. Partially because he was Jimmy and you’d never hear the end of it. The other part was the weird feeling almost having sex with Jimmy gave you. You spent the better part of the week convincing yourself it was just arousal and you were fine with letting yourself stick to that. The two of you were just hooking up. That’s it.

You were in a better place when Gracia invited you to go to the game with her. You buried your thoughts about Jimmy in the corner of your mind that you keep other things you don’t like to think about. You were just excited to spend sometime with her and watch a hockey game in person, something you haven’t done in a while.

Your seats were fairly close to the ice, but not too close. Brady always said he needed to Gracia to be out of eyesight because if he saw her he would get distracted. It was corny as hell, but you secretly thought it was adorable. You were both decked out in your Skjei gear, excited to get to see him play.

You and Gracia chatted while watching the game. She filled you in on the gossip from your hometown back in Minnesota. You laughed as you listened, wondering how there could be so much drama in such a little town.

“So can I ask you something?” Gracia asked casually.

“Sure what’s up?” you replied, teetering on the edge of your seat as Lundqvist made a tough save.

“What’s with you and Jimmy?” she questioned. You could feel her eyes on you and you hoped the color draining from your face wasn’t as obvious as you thought it would be. Shit, you thought, maybe Brady did see something? And he’s having Gracia get the dirt. You can’t jump to conclusions, you have to stay calm.

“What do you mean?” you asked, keeping your voice as flat as possible.

“I don’t know, just thinking about the party a few weeks ago when you were supposed to kiss Jimmy. I guess I just was surprised by how disgusted you were by the thought,” she replied, laughing lightly as she finished her sentence.

You laughed along, wanting to appear as unbothered as possible. “Well you know we don’t like each other. You wouldn’t be too happy about having to kiss a guy you thought was a total dick,” you replied.

Just as you finished speaking, the Rangers were making a play towards to the goal. The whole stadium gasped in anticipation as Jimmy passed the puck to Mika. Mika slapped the puck into the back of the net, sparking an eruption of cheers from the crowd. You and Gracia jumped up and celebrated with everyone else. You had hoped the goal would get her off topic, but you weren’t so lucky.

“I don’t know,” she said as you both settled back into your seat, “I just, well, I don’t know if I should say that. Don’t want you to be mad at me.”

“It’s fine, I won’t be mad,” you insisted. You really just wanted to know what she was going to say.

“Well I mean I know you really well and I’ve gotten to know Jimmy pretty well through Brady,” she began, “If I just knew you two separately, I would want to set you up on a date. I guess I just think it’s funny that two people that you think would be perfect together on paper are so wrong for each other in reality.”

You just nodded, not really sure what to say. Something about what she said made you sad. “Yeah it is funny,” you managed, glad you had a hockey game in front of you so you didn’t have to look at her.

Thankfully, another good play was saving you from an awkward silence. Ironically, it was Jimmy scoring. He was having a good game, which got even better when he had another assist in the third. There were three goals from the Rangers that game, and all of them were made possible by Jimmy. Of course he had to be the star of the game that you went to. He couldn’t just quietly float on and off the ice letting you focus on other players.

When the game ended, you and Gracia headed back to the locker room area where girlfriends, wives, and family members would wait for the players. You could hear the players getting rowdy through the door, clearly celebrating their win.

“I’m gonna run to the bathroom, I’ll be right back,” you told Gracia. You headed down the hall in search of the bathroom you were 99% was in that direction. Okay maybe 50%, you definitely could have gone the wrong way, but you were committed so you kept going.

Finally you found it, feeling a little more proud than you should. You went quickly, walking back briskly to make up for the time you wasted trying to find it. Suddenly, there were an arm around your waist, pulling you through a doorway. You tried to scream but a hand covered you mouth. You finally got your head around enough to see who grabbed you.

“Jimmy!” you exclaimed when his hand fell from your mouth, “What the hell are you doing? You scared the shit out of me!”

“Shhh,” he hushed you, “No one can know we’re in here.” Here was a storage closet from the looks of it. His hand reached back up the doorknob, the click of the lock making your stomach do a flip.

“Why?” you asked, a soft shake in your voice. As if you didn’t know what that look in his eye meant.

“We have some unfinished business,” he looped his finger into your jeans, pulling you closer to him, “And I’ve got a win to celebrate.” His voice was low and husky in your ear. He nipped lightly at the skin where your jaw connects to your neck.

“Mmm, that was for letting out your frustrations, not celebrating a win,” you teased, tilting your head back to give me better access to you.

“Well than I’m still frustrated,” he growled against your skin. His hands playing at the end of your shirt, clearly to get underneath it.

“Not good to hold it in for that long,” you tsked, rubbing your thighs together slightly. Feeling Jimmy so close to you, breath fanning over your skin as he kissed you making you ache for him.

Jimmy stepped closer to you, pressing your back against the wall. “Let me show you how I let it out,” his lips were on yours the second the words left his mouth. He pressed his hips against yours, pinning you down.

“We have to be quick,” you bit at his lower lip, “People are gonna wonder...” your voice trailed off as he slid a hand down the front of your jeans.

“Good thing you’re ready to go then,” he smirked, running his fingers through your wetness, “Watching me play turns you on? Hmm? Bet you were thinking about fucking me when I scored.”

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” you snapped, but at the same time spreading your legs a little to let him slide a finger into you. He pumped into you, easily sliding in a third finger.

“Just gotta stretch you out for me,” Jimmy said with a devilish grin, “Make sure you can handle me.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself. We don’t have time for this.”

“Just can’t wait for me to fuck you can you?” he continued.

“God do you ever shut up? You’re all fucking talk just fucking do it,” you fired back at him. With that, flurry of clothes fell to the floor. In a matter of moments your were both down to your underwear.

Jimmy’s hand slid around your next, his thumb pulling at your lower lip. “Try to be quiet. These walls aren’t as thick as they look,” he purred as his free hand pulled his cock out of his boxers. He fished out a condom from the back of his pants, rolling it over his swollen length.

Your pussy throbbed in anticipation as he slid your underwear over.He rubbed his tip over your sensitive core, before pressing into. You let out a gasp despite yourself, feeling the satisfying stretch of his cock. Jimmy let out a low hiss as he bottom out, the tightness testing his own will power. There wasn’t time for letting yourselves adjust, his hips rocking back and forth against yours. You dug your fingernails into his shoulders, trying to keep yourself stabilized as he fucked you.

It felt good. Really fucking good. Even with the awkward angle of standing up fucking. With the leverage of the wall, Jimmy was strong enough to hold you up a little, making it easier for him to thrust into you. His thrusts were urgent, but deep, wanting to get you off as soon as possible.

“Ha-fuck- harder,” you told him. Jimmy gripped your thigh, hoisting your leg up so he could hit deeper inside you. You let out a moan louder than you should have. Jimmy’s hand flew up to your mouth, silencing you.

“As much as I would enjoy you screaming for me this isn’t the place,” he taunted, keeping his hand over your mouth. He kept pounding into you, relentlessly building you up higher. You tilted your hips slightly, allowing his body to brush against your clit with every thrust.

You came fast and hard, moans muffled against his hand. If it wasn’t there, all of Madison Square Garden would know what you two were doing. Jimmy followed you immediately, letting out low grunts as he fucked you through his orgasm. He strokes slowed as you both finished, your legs shaking as you came down from your high.

Suddenly, the door knob was jiggly. Both your heads whipped around, holding your breath. You were frozen, praying to god the lock held up or that the person didn’t have keys. A few moments of silence passed and you both let out the breathes you’d been holding in.When your eyes met again, you both burst out laughing. Stress laughter, but laughter none the less.

“That was close,” Jimmy whispered.

“Real fucking close,” you replied, “I guess we should...” You looked down, where his dick was still buried inside you.

“Right,” he murmured, the slightest hint of a blush in cheeks as he pulled out of you. You both redressed quickly, not knowing if whoever was at the door would come back with keys. Your heart was still beating a little faster than normal, but you didn’t expect it to flutter the way it did when Jimmy’s eyes met yours again.

“We should go,” you said suddenly, feeling like you needed an escape.

“You go I’ll come in a few minutes so they’re not suspicious,” Jimmy replied, “Just make sure you’re walking straight.” He flashed a crooked grin, looking you up and down. It should have irritated you but there was something annoyingly charming about it.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you huffed, leaving him alone in the closet. You walked quickly with your head down, feeling like if you saw anyone they’d just know what you did. You took a deep breath before rounding the corner where you knew Gracia would be, knowing you couldn’t look as flustered as you felt.

“Hey y/n, what took you so long? Did you get lost,” she teased. You forced yourself to laugh with her.

“Yeah actually, it’s like a maze back there,” you replied.

“Well Brady’s just about done in there. He said him, Jimmy, and Kevin are going to go out to celebrate the win. You’re coming right?” she asked. That sounded like the absolute worse situation to be in right.

“Actually, I’m really tired and I’ve got a long day tomorrow. I think I’m going to head out,” you told her, hoping you sounded casual.

Gracia nodded, seemingly buying it. “Do you want us to ride with you back to your place? I’m sure the boys wouldn’t mind,” she said.

“It’s all good, I think I’m just gonna go now actually. Tell the boys I said good game,” you replied, giving her a quick hug before ditching her. You that made her a little suspicious, but you didn’t care. You needed to be alone.

You wanted to tell yourself almost getting caught again is what was freaking you out, but it just wasn’t true. The sex was good, better than you had thought it would be honestly. You had secretly hoped it would suck, so you could shake these feelings for Jimmy.

Whoa. Feelings for Jimmy?

You shook your head as you walked. You didn’t have feelings for Jimmy. You couldn’t. It was just sex. You didn’t want to date Jimmy, the thought of that making you turn your nose up. But there was something about the way watching him button up his shirt that made you want to kiss him. Not an angry kiss. Not for a precursor of sex or anything. Just to kiss him, because you wanted to.

You didn’t knew what that meant yet -if it meant anything at all. You were hooking up with him, it was supposed to feel good. You were supposed to want more. Just because you liked having sex with someone doesn’t mean you have to like them. You only wanted more because he was good at it. Annoyingly good at it.

So that was it, you told yourself as you slipped into bed. It was just good sex messing with your head. Especially since it’s with someone you can’t stand otherwise. That was what was confusing you. Nothing else. You were just using him for good sex, that’s how you had to look at it. He was like a big, obnoxious sex toy. That thought made you laugh, putting you at ease slightly.

Just sex, no feelings. Just sex, no feelings. Just sex, no feelings.

Your new mantra went round and round in your head, lulling you to restless sleep.

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Coasts - Brady Skjei

Requested? Y  /  N “would you be able to write something based off “Is that my shirt?“ with brady skjei please? thanks!!”

Prompt: (#15) “Is that my shirt?“ 

Warnings: Some swearing

A/N: I am soooo sorry this took forever! I have been so busy, but I’m on summer vacation now so I should be writing more often!

WC: 1,129

Your boyfriend Brady Skjei and the rest of the New York Rangers were on this year’s West Coast road trip. This left you all alone in the apartment that you shared with Brady.

It was late Saturday morning, meaning you had absolutely nothing to do today - until later tonight, which was rooting on the Rangers as they took on the Los Angeles Kings. After checking your phone, you somehow managed to pry yourself out of bed and into the kitchen to make breakfast.

As you entered, you were greeted by silence, which was expected for being alone, but you were still caught off guard by it. You were so used to Brady having teammates or friends over and they would make so much noise to the point where silence was a tad unsettling.

The silence was quickly broken by the sound of your phone going off. Checking it, you saw that Brady had texted you.

Brades: U You awake yet sleeping beauty?

You: yep… im surprised u r tho, it’s like early there

Brades: its not too bad when im up talking to you

You felt a small blush run to your cheeks as a smile crept on your face. Twiddling your thumbs, close to responding, you saw that Brady had texted you again.

Brades: speaking of talking to u, r u available to call?

After sending him a quick response letting him know that you were, in fact, available, you set your phone down in a position so that you could be seen through the camera. Seconds later, your phone rang with a FaceTime request from Brady. You answered, and as soon as his face popped uo on your screen, you smiled.

“Good morning sleepy head” Brady spoke. You hadn’t even said a word yet and he already was making you roll your eyes.

“It is not that late. I’m honestly surprised you're up early.”

“It's already eight over here, so that means it’s like what? Eleven over there?”

“Okay, at least I’m up before noon.” You defended yourself

“Fine, I’ll give you that one” He huffed as you began to walk away from the phone to go to the fridge. “What? Leaving already?” Brady asked

Poking your head back into the frame, you answered “No, I’m just getting food so I can eat and not die from hunger”

“So you decide to call me before you even eat?”

“If it makes you feel better I haven’t really done anything. Like I haven’t even gotten dressed.” You explained as you walked fully into the frame.

“Yeah I can definitely see that, your entire outfit is a mess”

“Well thanks” You grumbled even though it was only your pajamas

Brady then squinted his eyes and leaned closer to the camera “Wait… come a little closer”

Your eyebrows furrowed, but you did as he asked “What? Do you see something wrong?” Your eyes quickly widened “Is there a bug on me?”

“No, you’re fine… it’s just…” Brady began and then trailed off as he inspected the screen for something

“It’s just… what?”

“It’s just… is that my shirt?” He finally got out

You opened your mouth to answer, but quickly realized you didn't have one and so your jaw shut. Looking down at what you were wearing, you noticed that you had on a Minnesota Golden Gophers shirt, and you knew for a fact it wasn't yours.

Raising your head back up at the screen, a sheepish smile formed on your face. “Maybe…?”

“Yeah, that's definitely mine,” He said after looking at it for a few more moments

“Sorry for putting it on. I can go change if you wa-.”

“You look great”

“I'm sorry, what?”

“I uh said you look great” Brady repeated “Keep it on, the maroon and gold really suits you”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really”

The blood rushed to your cheeks and as soon as you felt it, you went off camera so Brady wouldn't see you.

“So how's the west coast treating you?” You asked as you opened the refrigerator

“Oh it's absolutely gorgeous out here, but definitely a lot warmer than I would like for hockey season to be”

“Well duh,” You said as you turned to face him for a second “It’s the west coast. California is like a million times hotter than the rest of the country. Everyone knows that”

“Okay, no need to be a smartass about it” He muttered

You grabbed some milk out of the fridge, cereal, and a bowl out of the cabinet before going back to the counter where the phone was.

“I’m surprised you picked up on it” You joked “But how is the west coast trip in a hockey viewpoint?”

Brady shrugged “I mean we lost against the Kings, which was embarrassing. But, we won against the sharks which is obviously good.”

“I’m glad you won at least one. And you have off today right?” You asked and Brady nodded in response. “Are you and the guys planning on going out and doing anything? It is Halloween after all.”

“I don’t think we’re doing anything. I mean, if we are, it’s probably just out to a bar or something simple. What about you? Going to any crazy parties?”

“Absolutely not. Therese just invited the girls over to her place tonight to hang out. It isn’t going to be anything crazy. We’re probably just gonna be drinking and watching cheesy Halloween movies”

“Why am I not surprised?” Bray asked to no one in particular

“Because you know I love all of the wives and girlfriends and they are the sweetest people ever” You answered even though Brady knew you were going to say that.

“Just watch how much you’re drinking. I don’t want you to do anything stupid” Brady said

“First off, I’m more likely to do something stupid when I’m sober. You’re the one who does stupid shit when you’re drunk. Second, I know my limit, I’ll be fine. Third, if I do get incredibly drunk, I’ll just stay over at Therese’s. It wouldn’t be the first time it happened, and it definitely won’t be the last”

“As long as you stay safe” Brady said,and then checked his watch. He muttered a curse word under his breath before looking up at you with an apologetic smile. “I gotta go. We have practice today and it starts in twenty.”

You nodded, completely understanding his tight schedule “Alright, I’ll talk to you later. Stay safe”

“You too. I definitely don’t wanna come home to you getting hurt”

After Brady finished his sentence, he hung up the call and you let out a sigh. You really did not know how you were gonna be able to survive with him on such a long road trip.

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the other side of the door (3/3) - jimmy vesey nsfw

part 1 | part 2

about: jimmy brings you home warnings: this is only smut lol word count: 2656 note: uh, sorry this took one hundred thousand years to finish but life’s crazy y’all. thanks to @skjeied as always. also don’t forget to follow @onetimers where i will try to be more active since this baby is done. not totally sure what my plans are for over there but if you have prompts or requests def send them! thanks for reading!

Your face is starting to hurt from the smile that feels like it could split your face. Jimmy has his hand grasped tightly around yours like he’s afraid to let you go and he keeps looking over at you like you might disappear.

When you step into the elevator, he’s immediately on you, his hands in your hair pulling you to him. His mouth finds yours as his tongue grazes over your lip making heat pool between your legs. It’s hot and needy and you return it eagerly with your hands cling to his biceps, bringing him closer to you.

His body pins you to the wall of the elevator and you can feel him press against you firmly. Jimmy’s hand finds its way to your ass, pulling you to him so you can feel him hardening against your thigh.

If you weren’t already keyed up, that would do it. You moan into his mouth and then — ding! The elevator signals you’ve arrived at Jimmy’s floor.

Jimmy pulls back reluctantly. “Can’t believe I get to do that now?” he says, which just really sweeps you off your feet. He presses a quick peck above your eyebrow, a sweet juxtaposition to your previous heated exchange, before taking you by the hand to lead you down the hall.

From outside the apartment door, you can hear loud noises which means that Kevin and Brady must be home. Fuck, you think.

You and Jimmy hadn’t talked about what you were going to tell them or what there was to even tell. If you’re being honest, you really don’t feel like stopping for a discussion with your boyfriend’s friends. Fuck, Jimmy’s your boyfriend. Even, just thinking the word makes you feel lightheaded.

When you look to Jimmy for some guidance, you can tell he’s sensing your hesitation. His crooked smile eases you. “Just keep your head down and follow me,” Jimmy says, his tone mock-serious. “And don’t let go.” He squeezes your hand in his for emphasis and then leans down to kiss you again.

“Ready?” He asks and you nod in response, pulling yourself to him. “Okay, let’s do this.”

The door is unlocked, so Jimmy slowly turns the handle, leading you into the foyer. You hide yourself behind Jimmy’s large frame, feeling both bashful and excited as you make your way towards the living room.

Jimmy’s room is just down the hall from where Kevin and Brady are sat. They’re playing Madden, their attention completely fixated on the flatscreen. You think maybe you just might make it passed the couch and down the hall without them noticing, but then Jimmy trips on the corner of the area rug, drawing their attention.

“Hey,” Brady says as Kevin offers you both a beaming grin.

You don’t have the time to formulate a greeting though, as Jimmy digs his fingers into your palms and drags you by them and into the hallway. “Sorry,” he yells back at them. “Important, official Harvard business.”

You can hear Brady and Kevin snickering around the corner and you have to join in, giving Jimmy an incredulous look. “Really? That was your brilliant plan?” you whisper, barely able to stop yourself from laughing.

“Shut up,” Jimmy laughs as he presses you against his closed bedroom door. And, yeah, that definitely has you shutting up as he moves his hands up and down your sides, teasing you. He moves forward and slots his mouth against yours.

There’s no way Kevin and Brady don’t hear the moan that escapes your lips and your suspicions are confirmed when you hear the volume of the television go up. It secretly turns you on, knowing that they know what’s going on but still you laugh against Jimmy’s mouth and make a mental note to thank them later.

Jimmy opens the door behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist so you don’t fall backward. His mouth doesn’t leave yours as he walks you back to his bed. The back of your knees hit the bed frame and Jimmy gently lays you back against his rumpled sheets.

“You couldn’t make your bed for me, Vese?” you tease, staring up at him where he stands between your legs.

“What’s the point?” He shrugs, shamelessly. “We’re just gonna mess ‘em up again,” he said, leaning down to press his hot mouth against your neck.

“You were really that confident, huh?” you say, stifling back a moan.

Jimmy pulls away for just a moment to say, “I had to be,” before he’s back to kissing along your collarbone. It’s a layered statement that makes your heart clench, but then Jimmy’s undoing the buttons of your blouse and you decide to circle back around to that thought later.

He makes quick work of getting you out of your top, his eyes darkening when he sees your tits spilling out of your bra. He moves down to nip into the soft flesh peaking out, his fingers tracing along the lace edge and dipping beneath to brush against your nipple.

He pushes the cups down and your hands cling to his biceps when he ducks his head to suck bruises into your skin. His tongue finds your nipple, hardening beneath his ministrations, making you gasp.

“You like that?” he says before continuing to pull your nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing.

“Fuck, Jimmy,” is all you can manage, your fingers digging into his skin. You can feel his smirk against you and you want to respond with something smart. Unfortunately, the words are lost on your tongue when his fingers slide beneath the hem of your skirt, massaging at the sensitive skin of thighs.

Abandoning your breasts, for the time being, he kisses his way down your stomach, your muscles quivering beneath him. He wastes no time slipping beneath your waistband, quickly finding the side zip.

You whine desperately when he pulls back to pull your skirt down your legs. Helpfully, you raise your hips as he slowly drags the offending material past your thighs. You impatiently kick the skirt to the side, watching Jimmy’s reaction as you spread your legs for him. You’re spilling out of your bra and you’re sure Jimmy can see the wet spot of your lace panties spreading between your legs. He stares down at you with dark eyes and you feel hot and desperate for him. He’s chubbing up beneath his sweats and when he carelessly palms at himself, you can’t help but moan.

“Jimmy, please,” you hear yourself beg. In response, he silently falls to his knees, forgetting about his growing cock.

His gaze is hot between your legs, as he runs one of his fingers along your lace covered cunt. The rough sensation has you squirming.

“So gorgeous,” his whispers as he dips his head to nip at your inner thigh. He pushes the crotch of your panties to the side, exposing your folds, grinning. “So wet already,” he says, and he’s so close, you can feel his breath against your center. “All this for me?”

“Yeah,” you whine, bucking your hips up, desperate for his touch, for anything. “Please, I need you.”

In response, he runs two fingers through your folds, up from your center and towards your clit. You’re practically dripping for him and you keen at the contact. His fingers feel so fucking good as you drape your leg over his shoulder, pulling him closer.

When his tongue finally finds your clit you’re afraid you might break his nose with the way your squirming beneath him. With his free arm, he holds down your hips as he continues to lap at your clit. You gasp when he slips two fingers into you and you can feel his smile against you as you try to writhe beneath his grasp.

He pumps his fingers inside you slowly, stroking your walls. You let out a moan as his mouth closes around your clit, the heat of it overwhelming you. You’re just about to find the perfect rhythm with him when he abruptly pulls away.

“What the fuck?” you all but hiss but Jimmy just laughs and kisses at your core again.

“Let me remove these, huh?” he says, his fingers hooking into the waistband and pulling them down your thighs. “Don’t want to ruin ‘em for you.”

It’s sweet, but, “Fuck, Jimmy, they’re probably already ruined now can you please just—”

He sinks his fingers deep into you again, cutting you off. You let out an unbridled moan as he curls them within you. Your hands card through his short curls, guiding his mouth back to your clit. Your hips try to leave the mattress again when he flicks his tongue over you and pulls the sensitive bud back into his hot mouth. His fingers scissor inside you and you hiss at the stretch. His mouth sucks at you as you feel yourself building to release.

When Jimmy adds a third finger, you let out a scream that you know can be heard in the other room but you don’t fucking care because, fuck.

You’re so close and Jimmy’s fingers are filling you so good. He curls them again and you’re seeing stars.

“Fuck, fuck, please,” you beg of Jimmy, spurring him on. He gets the message, his fingers quickly thrusting into you. His mouth leaves your clit, but he immediately covers the bundle of nerves with his thumb and you don’t even care because you’re just so fucking close and--

“Are you gonna be a good girl and come for me?” Jimmy says. And his voice is low and hot.

“Yeah, yeah,” you whine as he continues to stretch you, his thumb circling your clit. “So close.”

“Come on, baby, let me see you,” Jimmy says, his teeth digging into your hip. “Come for me.”

And you do, with a shuddering scream. He rocks his fingers inside you, letting you ride out your orgasm.

When you come down, he pulls his fingers out of you and you groan when he licks them clean. He kisses the inside of your thigh again before moving up to cover you with his body. He licks along the pointed peak of your nipple and back up to suck a bruise against your collarbone before finally finding your mouth with his own.

His kiss is hot and needy and you can feel him hard against your stomach as he presses himself against you. You return his kiss, your tongue tracing along his bottom lip, moving your hands between your bodies to grasp at his cock.

He groans roughly as your stroke him through his pants before he grabs you by the wrist.

“(Y/N), I need to be inside you,” Jimmy says, and you can tell he’s desperate and it makes your cunt clench. “Can I, please?”

You only nod in response, fumbling to get him out of his clothes. Once he’s shed them, he captures your mouth again before going to grab a condom from his dresser.

“Up,” he says when he comes back over and you get to your knees on the mattress. You leave love bites down his neck and chest as he rolls the condom onto himself. Leaning your forehead against him you watch him stroke himself, absolutely loving the way his cock looks with his fingers wrapped around it.

Suddenly, Jimmy’s arms are around your waist and before you realize you’ve got your face presses into his sheets, your ass presented to him. You feel exposed and vulnerable, and you just want Jimmy so badly you can feel how slick your thighs are.

Jimmy takes his cock in his hand and lines himself up with your pussy. He drags the head through you fold before slowly sinking himself into you.

The stretch is incredible. You’ve never fucked from this angle before and already Jimmy is hitting the right places and he hasn’t even started to move yet.

Finally, he does and you feel like you’re in heaven. His cock sinks into your impossibly further before he pulls out only to thrust himself in again.

Jimmy’s dicking into you hard, his fingers leaving small bruises on your hips. You’re gripping desperately at his sheets, just needing something to ground you as he fucks into you.

“Please,” you whine again, your voice muffled as your face presses into the mattress. The sounds you’re making are practically pornographic and there’s not a doubt in your mind that Kevin and Brady can hear you on the other side of the wall, but, fuck, Jimmy’s dick drags over your G-spot and you’re seeing stars.

You slip your fingers between your legs to rub rough circles at your clit as you come. Your cunt clenches around his cock and Jimmy moans at the feeling as your come drips out around him. You can tell he’s growing close as his thrusts begin to lose rhythm and his fingers dig into your ass.

“Babe,” he moans out. “Can you get on your back? Please.” He sounds desperate, his thrusts only stalling slightly. “Please, I wanna see you.” He slaps your ass for good measure.

“I’ll do you one better,” you say, grinding your ass against him before pulling him down next to you on the bed. You swing your leg over him straddle over his hips and sick back down on his cock quickly. The sound of your two orgasms squelches as ride him, your nails digging into his chest.

Jimmy leers at your bouncing tits as you rock over him, feeling him deep in your cunt.

“Fuck, your cock is so good,” you say, your teeth digging into your bottom lip so hard you can taste iron.

His hips smack up against your ass and he’s close. You can feel his cock twitch inside you as your eyes meet. His are dark but soft as his gaze lingers on your face as his spills himself inside the condom, a graveled moan falling from his lips with one last thrust.

“Fuck,” Jimmy says, his hips finally stilling as you collapse your weight on top of him, loving the way his bare chest feels against your naked body. Warm and safe.

He wraps his arms around you and buries his face into the crook of your neck. It tickles a bit and you giggle a bit before he moves to silence you with a kiss. You’re still catching your breath and coming down from the high when Jimmy pulls himself out. You can feel your cunt gap at the loss of him and it makes you blush. Jimmy kisses you again before he gets up to toss the condom into the wastebasket in the corner of the room and grabs you one of his old Harvard hoodies on the way back.

For the moment, you don’t even want to move to pull it on. Instead, you just cling to it as Jimmy crawls into bed behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle. He presses kisses behind your ear and you feel safe and happy, not worried about your interviews or law school or the future. You’re satisfied to just have Jimmy here with you.

Unfortunately, that calm only lasts a few more minutes before you’re startled by banging on the wall.

“If you guys are done with ‘Official Harvard Business’,” you can hear Kevin yell. “Which it sounds like you are. Do you want to order dinner? Me and Brady are fucking starving.”

A blush creeps across your face as you and Jimmy laugh.

“Calm the fuck down, Haysies,” Jimmy yells back. “We’ll be there in a minute.” Then he looks down at you, concerned. “If that’s okay with you, babe.”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I could eat.”

Jimmy smiles again and rolls you over so you’re under him, kissing you.

“Hurry up, lovebirds,” Kevin’s yelling again.

In response, Jimmy just pulls you closer, his hands squeezing at your hips. And yeah, Kevin can wait.

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Bad, Horrible, Miserable Day - Jimmy Vesey

Could you write a Jimmy Vesey or Brady Skjei oneshot?? Thank you!!

Sitting back down at my desk once a customer was done yelling at me I could feel the tears trying to spill over. I tried blinking them away but that just pushed them over and down my cheeks. Normally I loved my work at the library but today I seemed to have interacted with every mean and nasty person in New York City, and it was only 11 in the morning. “Kelsey, go take a small break. I can watch the desk.” Marcy said, resting a hand on my shoulder. I just nodded and grabbed my phone before heading towards our little break area.

I dialed Jimmy's number, I knew that his voice would make me feel better. But luck was not on my side as it went to voicemail. “Hey babe. I- uh I was just hoping to hear your voice. But I’m guessing you are at morning skate, I just missed you and wanted to hear your voice. I work until 6 tonight so I won’t be able to talk to before your game. So I’ll try and stay up after the game tonight so we can talk but I make no promises. I’ve got to go, I’ll see you in a few days. I love you.” Putting my phone back in my pocket I went to the bathroom to make sure it didn’t look like I was crying before going back out to the check out desk where I was usually stationed. “Thanks Marcy.” The older woman I had worked with for the past year and a half smiled at me.

“Of course hun, I’m gonna go back to the research desk. Just let me know if you need anything.” Nodding I sit back down and get back to work, I hoped my day would get better but that never happened. The day just got worse when I realized I forgot my lunch back at the apartment. I tried running out to get something on my lunch break but it had started to snow at some point and I was not wearing the right shoes to walk around in 4 inches of snow. Getting back to my desk I was cold and hungry so I got some chips from a vending machine and a cup of coffee from the break room.

However the afternoon didn’t get any better, I was so busy that I didn’t get to drink my coffee while it was warm. Then I knocked my coffee over and split it all over myself, and that pushed me over the edge and I started to cry again. Marcy noticed and came over. “I’m sorry, I’m just having a bad day.”

“I understand hun, go clean yourself up. Take as much time as you need.” I nod and move toward the break room and into the bathroom there. As I was trying to get the coffee out of my shirt my phone rang and I answered it without looking at it.

“Hello?”

“Hi Kelsey. I heard your voicemail, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. You should be napping and not talking to me."

“I’m on my way to grab lunch, now tell me what is wrong. I can tell from your voice now and in the voicemail, something is wrong. What can I do?”

“I’m just having a horrible day.”

“What’s happening?”

“I’ve just had so many people yell at me and call me names, I forgot my lunch and I tried to go out and grab lunch but it is snowing. I’m not wearing the right shoes for snow so now I’m freezing, my lunch was a bag of stale chips and coffee from the break room that I didn’t get to drink until it was cool and then I spilt it on myself. This is the second time I’ve cried today. And I just really miss you, and all I want right now is a hug from you.” I wiped my eyes to get rid of some of the tears.

“I miss you too Kels. And I’m sorry you are having such a bad day, I wish I could do something to make it better.”

“Talking to you is helping. But you have to get ready for your game tonight.”

“Are you sure? I can talk to you longer if you need me to.”

“No, go get ready for your game tonight. I’ll see you in two days.”

“I can’t wait. I hope your day gets better, I love you.”

“I love you too, have a good game.” Hanging up the phone I clean up my makeup and shirt, before taking a calming breath and heading back to my desk. “Thanks Marcy, I promise this will be the last time for today.”

“Don’t worry about it sweetie, we’ve all had those days.” Luckily the rest of the day was quiet, the snow seemed to have kept everyone home so I enjoyed the quiet and got to work on some of my other projects. A man in a suit walked up to my desk just as I was packing up my stuff, dreading the walk to train station in the snow.

“Can I help you sir?”

“I’m looking for a Miss Kelsey.”

“That is me.”

“I’m your driver for the evening.”

“I didn’t order a car.”

“A Mr. Vesey order the car for you. Which I don’t blame him, the weather isn’t the greatest out there.” Nodding I pull my coat on before following the driver outside, waving to Marcy, before stepping out into the freezing cold. He was holding the back door of the sleek black car. Once I was in the warm car, I pulled out my phone and shot off a text to Jimmy.

Kelsey: Thank you for the car home, I love you

In the car I relaxed as he drove through the snowy roads, getting me to the apartment in half the time it normally took me. The driver opened my door again and I stepped out under the cover of my apartment. “Thank you so much.”

“Of course, have a good night.” I tried to hand him a tip but he shook his head. “Mr. Vesey already took care of that, but thank you.” Stepping inside I was headed towards the elevator when the doorman stopped me by his desk.

“Mr. Vesey had some groceries and dinner sent here for you, I took it up to your apartment and put everything away and your dinner is staying warm in the oven.”

“I-thank you.” He nods and I go upstairs, brushing away tears as the elevator climbed the floors. I pulled out my phone and called Jimmy, knowing it would go to voicemail. “I love you so much. Thank you for everything today, you didn’t have to do any of this. I know you are getting on the ice for warm ups but I needed you to know that I love you and I can’t wait to see you.”

Getting into the apartment I changed quickly before finding my favorite lasagna in the oven along with a ton of garlic bread. Settling in front of the tv I turned on the game and enjoyed my meal, including a large glass of wine. Jimmy and his teammates played a very good game and managed a 4-1 win over the Penguins. I must have fallen asleep during the post game show because when I woke up it was super dark in the room and I could hear the front door opening. I jumped up when I saw someone walking towards me, I managed to reach the lap to turn it on before grabbing my phone if I needed to call for help.

“Jimmy?”

“Hey Kelsey.”

“What are you doing here?”

“We convinced coach to let us come home since our next game is in Jersey. He agreed but when it started snowing earlier today we weren’t sure if we would be able to get back. I didn’t want to get your hopes up if we couldn’t get back.” I was off the sofa in a second, tackling Jimmy in a hug. I had pressed my face into his shoulder, soaking it with my tears. “Are you crying?”

“I just really missed you and I didn’t know how much I needed to hug you until right now.”

“I missed you too, now let’s go to bed and get some sleep.” Nodding into his shoulder, I couldn’t stop smiling as Jimmy carried me down the hall. He was back and that was the best part of my day.

Request are open!!!

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[senditcolton]

Fics: 15 Blurbs: 23 Moodboards: 10 Other Creations: 19

Total Word Count: 117,546 Total Notes: 2,350

While I felt like I was lost at sea a lot of this year in my personal life, you all made me feel safe and loved and cozy here in the little bubble of hockeyblr. And while there was definitely a lot more that I wanted to publish, I am glad of what I did accomplish. This year brought the formal introduction of a few original characters, a huge amazing milestone of 1k followers, some wonderful sleepovers and thirst nights, and a ton of lovely new friends. I can't wait to talk to, create for, and continue to bond with you all next year!!

Full Year Breakdown Below

January Won't You Stay Til the A.M.? (Mitch Marner)

February-March Call My Bluff... Call You Babe (Tyson Jost)

April Do I Really Have to Tell You (Brady Skjei) We're a Bad Idea (Matt Martin)

May Masterpiece [Sneak Peek] (Nathan McKinnon)

June Put Your Emptiness to Melody [Blurbs]

July At Least We Were Electrified (Matt Martin) 1k Cele-Bakery

August Breakable Heaven (Adam Lowry)

September Taste of the Truth (Matt Martin) Touch Me Like a Summer Night (Matt Martin & Casey Cizikas) We Were Supposed to be Just Friends (Matt Martin)

October If You Want It Done (Brady Skjei)

December Maybe This Christmastime, You'll Realize (Tyson Jost)

Thank you to all of you beautiful amazing humans!!! @laurenairay @wyattjohnston @texanstarslove @comphy-and-cozy @smileysvech @cellythefloshie @fallinallincurls @tkachvkmatthew @dissonannce @matthewtkachuk @thomasschabot @m00nlightdelights @barzysunflower @gravestrain @jostystyles (and if you don't see your name here, doesn't matter, I love you just as much!)

#nicole talks #i love and adore everyone of you #and thank you for loving me back

[hockeyfun]

Jimmy Vesey #1

Requested: by @ves-of-cake​ (probably like 2 years ago) Hi I was just wondering if you are still taking request, is there any way I could get a Jimmy Vesey one where you are friends with some of the guys on the team and they set you two up? I literally love your writing it is so good

Word Count:2000+

Warnings: blind date, a bit of talk about feeling lost, drinking

Author’s note: I’m sorry it took my five hundred years to write this. It was very hard to write because it felt like I dragged it on so i’m sorry. Enjoy

“Jimmy, stop pacing, you’re giving the cat anxiety,” Jimmy’s good friend and teammate, Brady Skjei joked. Jimmy was worrying about meeting you. He had seen you in a picture with his other good friend and teammate Kevin Haynes before and instantly fell a pull towards you. He tried to reason with it for a while but then eventually he confessed to Kevin his thoughts. He couldn’t help it. He felt this unreasonable pull to you. He couldn’t explain it he just knew deep in his soul you two were meant to be.

After some persuasion, Kevin talked you into joining him and his girlfriend Brooke to come to dinner with a few of his teammates. You have been reluctant for a while, you had grown up around the professional sports scene and you knew what some players were like. Finally, you agreed after Kevin did almost everything to beg you to come. The only thing he forgot to mention was it was technically a date.

Brooke and Kevin came over to pick you up. You were just pulling up your jeans when they walked through your front door. “You know you should really lock your front door,” Kevin spoke like he was your big brother, and he practically was. “He’s not wrong,” Brooke criticized too. You rolled your eyes at them as you walked around the corner. “Then I’d have to go answer the door for you two and I’m lazy,” you responded. The two of them were dressed very nice, a huge contrast to your outfit. You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion. “What the heck, where are we going?” You scrutinized. Brooke looked at you in horror. “I told you to dress nice.” “You never said that,” you grabbed Brooke’s hand and dragged her to your room, “you have to help me find something.” Originally she picked out a crazy dance party dress that was too much. You quickly shut it down and pulled out a plain top, which wasn’t enough for Brooke. You compromised on a black backless-maxi dress that you probably didn’t wear enough for how much it cost you. Your hair was in a messy ponytail and make up was done your usual way. “Brooke, we are gonna be late if you don’t hurry,” Kevin yelled up to her. She looked you over and nodded her head in confidence. Then you were rushed out of the room. You didn’t fully understand the hurry or the need to get the ‘perfect’ outfit. You were just going to dinner, right?

The Uber came quickly. The drive over you felt a bit of anxiety wash over you. It was the typical anxiety of meeting new people, a healthy anxiety. Although the way Kevin and Brooke was whispering to each other making you feel uncomfortable. “What the hell are you two whispering about?” You finally commented. Brooke snapped up real quick and blushed, “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize we were doing that.” You rolled your eyes at her. Kevin laughed and squeezed your leg.

Jimmy was already at the restaurant before the entourage and you walked in. He currently was waiting in the little lobby area. When he saw you his heart picked up speed. He told himself to look cool, he straightened his back and shoved his hands in his pockets. You on the other hand looked around confused. Weren’t you meeting players? Emphasis on the plural form of player. You knew you were a bit late due to the wardrobe change so shouldn’t there be more people here?

Your eye caught on the single man staring at you and your friends. He was handsome, not the usual handsome. He had a good build to him and a boyish face. He was wearing a beautiful burgundy sport coat and matching trousers with a black dress shirt under. It suited him very well. You couldn’t help the speed of your heart picking up at the sight of the well dressed man in front of you. “Jimmy,” Kevin hollered at the man. Instantly you put together who the man in front of you was. You had seen him before in Kevin’s picture and although you didn’t follow hockey as close as you used to, you still recognized the names of Kevin’s teammates. Jimmy smiled at Kevin and took his hand out of his pocket to wave. He looked at all of you individually, you last. His eyes lingered on yours a while. There was a subtle intensity behind the stare that caused you to look away and blush. Kevin and Brooke gave that knowing look to each other. Once he reached you all, he gave Brooke a friendly hug and said hello to Kevin with that weird boy hug. He looked over at you with a brilliant smile. “Hey I’m Jimmy Vesey,” he introduced himself. He stuck out his hand to shake yours. You introduced yourself with a flirty smile and took his hand to shake. Flutters filled your body as your skin contacted his.

The hostess led you to the table and you began to feel aware of everyone around you staring. You wanted to roll your eyes. You use to go out in public a lot with Kevin when you were younger and had more time. You guys were seen so much together the fans began to think you two were dating. After catching a young teen take a picture of the two of you out you began to think maybe public outings with your best friend would have to come to an end. It just made you uncomfortable to be so in the public eye with such a great friend. Brooke came along and you fell head over heels for her just as Kevin did. The two of you became instant besties and being in the public with them two was a bit easier.

You were going to sit down between Brooke and Kevin at the square table the hostess brought you to. “Kevin actually why don’t you sit right there.” Brooke commented as she pointed to the seat across from you. Kevin looked at her with a bit of confusion as to say why does it matter. Then Brooke gave him a look to say come on dude. Then a look of realization crossed his face And he moved over. As you saw this exchange you began to wonder what was going on. You also hated their speechless exchanges and usually they were good about not doing it in front of friends. You decided not to worry about it right now. Instead you decided to be positive about it, and now you got to sit close to Jimmy. The dinner began with the waiter forgetting a menu for you and instead of getting another one, Jimmy said he’d share one with you. You moved your chair to get closer to him and a better view of the menu. Your arm brushed his. The skin on skin contact caused prickles to erupt on your entire skin.

Jimmy wasn’t known for his flirty ways. Not to say he couldn’t flirt but with Brooke and Kevin there his game was thrown off. He felt like every time he spoke to you it was a now or never thing. You were eating your meal when things started to click. You would have just marked this off as a weird night if it wasn’t for Kevin and Brooke starting to get involved. “Hey, Jimmy, did you know our girl here was ranked number one in swimming in college for her conference?” Brooke bragged for you. You gave her a strange look. “She owns her own jewelry business now,” She continued.  You raised your eyebrows up at her. What was she doing. You looked at Jimmy apologetically, but he didn’t looked uninterested. He was actually impressed. Pride shown in his eyes. “Yeah, how is it going?” he asked. The two of you delved into conversation. He was so interested in your passions. Your heart couldn’t help but grow fonder and fonder for the man in front of you. “Kevin and I have got to use the restroom,” Brooke announced as she folded her napkin and laid it on the table. “you two kids don’t have too much fun without us,” Kevin winked at Jimmy. You don’t know why it was that moment that everything clicked, but it did. This was a date, a blind date. Did Jimmy know? You leaned over to him, and whispered into his ear, “I think this is a date.” Jimmy looked at you confused, “They didn’t tell you?” he asked. You couldn’t help it, you started laughing. You had been bamboozled. Everyone knew this was a date except for you. “No, those bastards didn’t tell me,” you responded. Jimmy kept his cool although he was a little angry about the situation. Your laugh was charming though. “I say we get them back,”  you suggested. He leaned in, intrigued. “What do you suggest we do?” he asks. You bit your lip thinking. It drove Jimmy wild. You shook your head unsure. “I have an idea,” Jimmy said. His eyes glowed with intensity. ‘Let’s leave. I’ll take you on a real date right now without Brooke and Kevin, and we’ll make them pay for dinner,” he offered with a mischievous grin. You tried to compress the small smile forming on your face, “Okay, and if I agree, where would you take me on our first date?” you inquired, leaning closer to him. He leaned in a little closer as well, “By saying first date you’re implying there will be a second one,” “You’re ignoring my question,” you responded. You two were very close to each other by now. He had his head tilted just a little to the side. There was affection, curiosity, and amusement in the eyes that were looking at you. His eyes flickered down to your lips, “to answer your question you can come with me to find out,” Jimmy said a bit distracted. You were distracting him. You gave him a brilliant smile, and stood up, “lets go then.”

The two of you left. He hailed a cab. When the cab pulled up he leaned into the window and told him where to go. He opened the cab door for you, “Such a gentleman,” you joked. He winked in response. The cab drove you across to the Brooklyn, a place you were only a little familiar with. The cab driver dropped you off close to the East River. You looked up and saw the Brooklyn Bridge. It was brightly lit. Then you looked around, the pier was lit up in white and yellow Christmas lights, because it was just now turning to fall the flowers were still bloomed. It was beautiful. Luckily, there weren’t many people around making it more intimate. Jimmy slipped his hand in yours. It felt comfortable. The two of you walked around and talked about silly things. A comfortable silence settled between the two of you as you looked out onto Manhattan on a bench. You cuddled into Jimmy a bit. You don’t know why but an overwhelming feeling of belonging feel upon you. “Do you remember what it was like when you first came to New York?” you asked him. You felt him nod his head in response. “Do you ever still feel lonely?” you wondered out loud. “I guess, but I haven’t really thought much about it,” he spoke honestly. “For me, it’s hard to not feel lonely. It’s such a big city with so many different people in it, and trying to make my business do well. It gets lonely,” you spoke truthfully. You didn’t know where these words were coming from. You didn’t know why you were being so honest and deep with Jimmy. You detach yourself from him to get a better look of his face. You wanted to see his reaction to your words. He placed his hand on your cheek and rubbed his thumb in a comforting circle. He didn’t want to say anything, he just wanted to let you physically know he was here for you. You peaked up at him. His intense eyes staring at you. “Do you feel lonely right now?” he asked cautiously, afraid of your answer. You gave out a sigh of relief, “no, quite the opposite actually,” you responded, while glancing down at his lips. The edges of his lips lifted just a little. His lips separated just a little. His hand still placed on your cheek. “May I kiss you,” his voice sounded distant in your ears. You nodded your head ever so slightly. The kiss was passionate and soft. Jimmy’s stomach exploded like fireworks. He had been waiting for this moment for a while. If you would have asked Jimmy if this night would have ended like this, he would have laughed in your face. There was no way, but here you are, kissing him in a way that showed your blossoming feelings.

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[martinnecas]

Everything You Need To Know About Jimmy Vesey

See what other players I’ve done a EYNTKA on here

Name: Jimmy Vesey

Nickname: Ves, Jimbo,

Born: May 26, 1993 (age 25) Gemini

Birthplace: Boston, Massachusetts

Height: 6’3

Position: Left wing (Shoots Left)

       I.          His father, Jim Vesey, was drafted in the 8th round of the 1984 NHL Draft by the St. Louis blues. He now works as a scout for the Toronto Maple Leafs.

      II.          His younger brother, Nolan, was drafted to the Toronto Maple Leafs in the 2014 NHL Draft. June 2018 he was traded to the Edmonton Oilers and signed an ELC

    III.          Jimmy grew up with Boston Bruins’ Matt Grzelcyk, playing for the Middlesex Islanders that was coached by Vesey’s father.

    IV.          In 2011-12 Jimmy played junior hockey for the South Shore and was named MVP and Offensive Player of the Year. Recording 48 goals and 91 points in 45 games.

     V.          Jimmy joined Team USA in 2013 for the World Junior Ice Hockey Championship, winning a gold medal.

    VI.          Jimmy played with Harvard University for four years (Majoring in government). Finishing his collegiate career with 144 points in 128 games.

  VII.          Vesey was named Ivy League player of the year twice.

VIII.          In his junior year, Vesey was rewarded with a top-ten nomination for the Hobey Baker Award (Given to the top NCAA men's ice hockey player). He was one of the finalists, however, Eichel (Boston University) wound up winning the award.

    IX.          In 2016, Vesey won the Hobey Baker Award

      X.          Vesey was drafted 66th overall by the Nashville Predators in the 2012 Entry Draft

    XI.          Vesey decided to deny his opportunity to sign with the Predators at the end of the 2015-16 season. He did this to become a free agent shortly after his senior year at Harvard.

   XII.          On June 20th, 2016, the Predators traded Vesey to the Buffalo Sabres for a third round pick in the 2016 Entry Draft.

XIII.          The Sabers took Vesey in hopes of negotiating before he became a free agent, however, no agreement was made making him an UFA

XIV.          During his free agency he met with seven teams. Five more teams requested to meet, yet Vesey denied.

  XV.          August 20th, 2016, Vesey signed with the New York Rangers.

XVI.          At training camp, he received the Lars-Erik Sjöberg Award, which is given to the best Rangers' rookie in the camp.

XVII.          On October 17th, 2016, Vesey scored his first NHL goal against the San Jose Sharks

XVIII.          November 8th, 2017, Vesey scored 2 goals in 29 seconds making it the quickest number of goals scored by a Rangers player since Jaromír Jágr did so in 26 seconds back in 2006.

XIX.          I won’t show the video due to blood but here is the X-ray, if you would like to watch it here’s the link. Vesey took a skate to the face from Edmonton Oiler’s Zack Kassian sending his two front teeth into his bottom lip. He claimed it ruined his ‘modeling’ career.

  XX.          On March 12th, 2018, Vesey recorded his first career NHL hat trick in a game against the Carolina Hurricanes (aka the team that likes to give people their firsts :/ )

XXI.          In July 2018 Vesey and the NYR have agreed to a two-year contract for $2.275m a year

XXII.          Here’s a goalie shootout he did with Barstool alongside roommates Kevin Hayes and Brady Skjei

XXIII.          Also check out this apartment tour with his roommates (Starts around 1:45)

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That’s all I have I hope you enjoyed!

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~All photos and information were easily found throughout google~

~All videos were easily found on YouTube~

~I was going to make a resource page, but it was getting extremely long. If you want any specific links let me know.~

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[haydnfleury]

REPOST: Apparently the original upload had an error on the photos so RIP.

I was tagged by @fridgedaddymatthews

Favourite Month: Month? I guess I’d say August or March because the weather’s nice.

Favourite Number: 13? I don’t really have one tbh.

Favourite Colour: Blue.

Nickname: Don’t have one.

Current Outfit: Whitish-beige shorts & NYI Barzal shirt.

Hairstyle: Idfk what half the names are.. short and swept up at the front.

Dream Job: Hockey Player [preferably for the Leafs]

Lock Screen:

Home Screen:

Favourite Photo: EUGH WHY JUST ONE. Fine, Brady Skjei and Ryan Lindgren because A.) they’re both HOT in this, B.) because it’ll piss off @leafmehangin for picking a Rangers one. And C.) I don’t feel like sieving through 303 other pictures.

Favourite Song: It’s a tie between Gold [Stupid Love] - Illenium x Excision, or You Owe Me [Magnace Remix] - The Chainsmokers

Number One Music Artist: Illenium

Do you prefer to do work laying in bed or at a desk: I mean depends on what it is. If it’s something I can do whilst laying on my back or side, bed. Otherwise I’ll take a desk and chair thanks. [It mainly has to do with back support and all that shit]

Left or right: Right? Idk this one seems pretty vague. But I guess generally everything is right dominated, except for the brain which is both.

Winter or Summer: Summer. I can’t stand the temperatures during Winter.

Autumn or Spring: Autumn. It’s like the nice transition period where you can wear either pants and long-sleeves or shorts and shirt and it doesn’t matter any which way.

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[hartsgf]

19,34,44 with Brady skjei?

19. “i've missed this.” | 34. “i might never get another chance to say this.” | 44. “i still remember the way you taste.” (this turned out longer than expected due to the amount of prompts i had to incorporate.)

“welcome home,” you greeted your brother, jimmy, as you pulled him into a hug. he lifted you up into the air in response, an annoying trait he’s always done ever since you were young. you playfully hit his back, demanding he’d put you down until he finally did so.

“is mom home?” he asked, still standing at the front porch. you shook your head, “she’ll be back soon. but, we straightened up your old room and the guest room if you and brady planned on staying here for a few days.” you glanced at brady over your brother’s shoulder, his eyes never left yours as he spoke.

jimmy thought for a moment, “cool.” he turned around and walked back to the car he arrived in, grabbing his duffel bags from the backseat. brady stepped forward, taking up the space your brother had once occupied. “your hair looks different,” he said.

you chuckled, “hello to you too, brady.” he smiled, realizing he hadn’t greeted you properly. he opened his arms up for a hug and you rolled your eyes but accepted it anyway. it felt nice to be back in his arms for the first time in forever, even if it was just a quick hug. you were still able to smell the fading scent of cologne on his shirt and you were pretty sure you’d be able to hear his heart beating if you moved your ear a few inches to the right.

“ew,” jimmy mumbled, slipping past the two of you as you broke the embrace. you stepped into the house, following jimmy while brady walked a few feet behind. “mom made cookies for you guys, there in the kitchen.” your older brother gasped, getting excited as he remembered the last time he’d even had a cookie. he sped into the kitchen, leaving you and brady behind. 

he quickly found the container and had one stuffed in his mouth in under ten seconds. he closed his eyes before opening them again and shooting you a confused look. “when did you cut your hair?” he muffled while still taking bites of his treat.

“last week, mom did it for me.” you ran a hand through your hair.

“it reminds of highschool when you had that weird-ass bob. i mean, it looks better now because this isn’t a bob but oh, man- that was terrible.” he laughed, remembering the amount of times he’d tease you for your hair. “i think i still have the yearbook, be right back.” he went to walk to his room, laughing at the thought of your bad hair days.

brady had grabbed the container, taking a single cookie out and biting into it. “i’ve missed this.” he said, referring to the cookie.

“is there anything else you missed besides junk food?” you asked.

“i meant, i missed talking with you while we just hung out and ate. it was nice.” he gave you a small smile, offering you the container and you accepted. “if i remember correctly, the last time we did this, we ended up making out.” you said, turning your attention to your snack as you avoided eye-contact with him.

he let out a satisfied groan. “i still remember the way you taste.”

you looked up at him, shocked. “what?”

“oh, no! this time i was actually talking about the cookie. not that i don’t remember the way you taste because i do. it was a lot like cotton candy, maybe that’s because we were at the carnival.” he rambled on. you looked away from him once more, not sure what to say this time.

he sighed. “listen, jimmy’s probably gonna be up both of our asses for the next few weeks, so i might never get another chance to say this, but…i enjoy being around you; all the time. and i do want to move past this friendship but i just don’t know how far you’re willing to go with me.” he paused, thinking of the right words to say. “i’m willing to go far. are you?” he asked.

before you could answer, the sound of jimmy’s footsteps coming down the stairs had interrupted your thoughts. he slammed the old, dusty yearbook onto the counter and opened it up to your class photo. “i remember that,” you took a closer look at your photo. “mom didn’t want us to take our pictures with the school so she drove us up to that photography place, remember?”

“oh, yeah.” jimmy smiled, “it took so long to get there. god, how far was it.”

you looked up, locking eyes with brady. “pretty far.”

#sorry its so long #...and that it took so long to write #brady skjei #brady skjei imagine #nhl #nhl imagines #hockey #hockey imagines #new york rangers #jimmy vesey

[running-on-fanfiction]

Brady Skjei Ft. Victor Mete -Immoral Times

hey could you please do victor mete (preferably smut) and/or brady skjei (also preferably smut)

Author’s Note: Don’t hate me! 

Brady’s POV

“So can we get that?” I spoke into the phone. I was at my wits ends with all of this, but I knew that this was the best thing to do. 

I was so busy listening to her on the phone that I didn’t hear the front door open. 

“Okay, so, okay, yeah, okay. I’ll see you Sunday then.” I said as I hung up the phone. I couldn’t help the smile that formed on my face. 

“Who was that?” Y/N asked from behind.

Shit. I didn’t realized she was home. I hope she didn’t hear much. 

“That was just my mom.” I lied. “She’s visiting on her way back home, from her birthday trip.” I lied again. I could feel the sweat start to form on my forehead. 

Y/N, knew something was up but she didn’t say anything. 

“Well, I have a flight to catch early tomorrow so I better start packing.” She leaned in for a kiss, but I knew that if she felt the sweat that was seeping from my face, she would have known I was lying, so I leaned back. I knew I shouldn’t have but I couldn’t think of anything else. 

“I-I just got done at the gym and I stink.” I lied again for what felt like the umpteenth time. “I’m going to take a shower.” 

Y/N POV

You watched Brady run towards the bathroom. He had been acting weird for weeks now and what was with that leaning back shit. He hasn’t touched you in weeks. You hated to think it but maybe Malina was right, maybe Brady was cheating. 

You knew that you shouldn’t have done what you did but, and in the years you and Brady had been together you never had done it before. You waited until you heard him step in the shower before unlocking his phone. 

You looked at his last call, that did not read mom. 

“Carly Jewel” You said. “Oh god.” You felt a sickness travel to your belly. You heard the shower turn off. You placed the phone back where he had left it, than made your way to your shared bedroom to pack. 

Brady’s POV 

I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around myself before sitting on the edge of the tub. I could feel myself getting worked up again, so I repeated Jimmy’s words over and over in my head. “You can do this, you love her.”

Jimmy, was helpful during this time of my life and I honestly didn’t think I could do this without him. I looked at the wall clock to see that it was near eleven, and I was due for a phone call soon with Carly. I walked into the bedroom too see Y/N placing her suitcase on the floor. She had already changed in her night clothes, and I could tell she was sleepy. I smiled to myself as I placed on some basketball shorts before hanging my towel back up. 

“Are you coming to bed?” Y/N asked. Her back was turned from me and for a moment I didn’t feel the need to sweat, but the clock next to the bed broke my thoughts. 

“No, I have to um call Jimmy. He want’s to talking about the game tomorrow.” I hated to lie but I knew it was the best answer for her to believe. 

“Okay.” She said. Man, she even sounded sleepy. 

Y/N POV

You wiped the tears from my eyes as you listened to his steps leave the bedroom. He was lying and there wasn’t anything you could do or say. A part of you was hoping that what you found wasn’t what you thought. However, the next morning made you realized that what was going on was real. 

“Jimmy? I thought Chris was taking me to the airport.” You strummed. You felt the knife stab in your lower abdomen at the site of Jimmy. Brady, told you he couldn’t take you to the airport because he was going with Jimmy to the arena for a much needed practiced. 

“Chris, got a stomach bug last night and he called me to take you because I guess he is still puking.” Jimmy smiled as he reached for your bags. 

The ride to the airport was hard. You were trying so hard not to cry, and all you really wanted to do was get out of the truck and be on your way to Montreal. 

*Later that day*

“You okay sis?” Casey asked as we walked into his places. 

“Yeah.” You lied as you walked into his new pad. Casey, was just recently traded to the Habs. He never took trades well, hence why you were in Montreal. 

“Nice, place.” You smiled as you looked around the room. “Looks like this place is already treating you well.” You laughed. 

Casey, laughed as he walked over to his new guest room and placed your bags inside. 

“It’s different.” He joked. “The teams pretty nice too. I mean, it’s not like I don’t know half the guys before but its been nice. Feels better than being in the Florida heat.” He laughed. “Anyways, some of the guys are coming over tonight for dinner, so be ready.” He joked. With that he let you be and get all settled in. 

You sat on the bed, as you pulled out your phone to call Brady, but it went straight to voice mail. You sighed, as you hung up and tossed the phone on the bed. You landed two hours ago and still no call from your boyfriend. 

After, a while of stressing you decide to get a little more dressed up, before the guys come over. You placed a pair of simple jeans, and a nice grey top. Just as you placed the top on you heard the front door open and what sounded like a heard of elephants. 

~ 

“What are you plans for today, sis?” Casey smiled as he flopped next to you on the couch. 

“I actually have plans with Victor. He owns me lunch after that poker game and I decide to do some shopping.” You said looking down at your phone. 

“Still nothing?” Casey asked as he looked down at your phone. 

“I talked to him a little last night but it was very short.” You sighed as you got up from the couch. “Anyways, I’ll see you later.” 

“Well actually tomorrow. “ He grinned. “Maisie is cooking me dinner at her place and well you know. So, I’m going to be spending the night at hers.” 

“Well, be careful, you dork.” You laughed as you walked out of the house to meet Victor. 

You and Victor met the first night you came to Montreal and well you hit it off. He also knew the issues you were dealing with, with Brady and he was nothing but helpful. 

“Hey! You look nice today.” Victor smiled as he greeted you. 

“You’re not looking half bad yourself.” You joked. 

“I hope you don’t mind but I ordered our drinks already.” He smiled as he took his seat at the table. 

“Sweet!” You smiled as you looked at the menu. 

“So how are we today?” 

“We’re good.” You gave a weak smile. “Honest.” You said once you saw the look Victor gave you. 

~

“You know, your right less coke and more vodka is the key to this drink.” You laughed as you felt the warm feeling cover your body. Victor, laughed as he took a sip of his own drink. 

“So what movie are we watching?” He asked as you took a seat next to him on the couch. He placed his forearm on your leg, as you pressed play. 

“We are watching Bridesmaids, because someone said they have never saw it and that someone should see it.” You laughed taking another sip of the vodka and coke. 

“Okay, this is a pretty great movie.” Victor laughed as he placed his now empty glass on the table. He turned to you too see you were crying. 

Brady’s POV

It had been about week and half since Y/N left and I was feeling less stress with her around. It was easier to lie when I didn’t have to see her face. Yet, I was nowhere near ready fro her to come back. What if she found out. 

Y/N POV

“Hey, hey why are we crying?” Victor asked as he pulled you in for a hug. 

“Why doesn’t he care?” You cried. “Am I not enough for him?” 

Victor, only knew you for a short time, but he knew that what you were dealing with was not fair. You were a loving, kind, amazing, smart woman he has ever met and the thought of a Brady treating you like shit killed him. 

“He is an ass for what he is doing and to be honest it’s his lost. Anyone that could let you go is a fool.” He said kissing the top of your head. You lifted your head to look at him, and you weren’t sure why but when he leaned in to kiss you, you didn’t stop him.  

The kiss was a hungry kiss and it made you feel alive. For a moment you forgot why you were upset. Victor, pulled you into his lap, never breaking the kiss. You felt his lips travel down your face, before going to your neck, then back to your lips. His hands wrapped around you. 

“Wrap your legs around me.” He mumbled between kisses as he got up and walked you two to the bedroom. Your back was softly placed on the bed. Victor sat on his knees between your legs. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you two kept kissing. You weren’t sure when it happened but each of you know laid naked. His body pressed to yours, his lips on your neck. You felt alive, until he slide inside. 

This wasn’t Brady. 

Victor, kept his lip on your neck as he thrust sloppily. He let out a handful of moans. You let out a handful of tears. Even if Brady had cheated on you, you still loved him. 

With one last cry, Victor came to an end. He flopped down next to you before pulling you into his chest. It didn’t take him long to fall asleep. 

Brady’s POV

“So!?” Jimmy yelled as he bounced into the house. 

“I got it! It looks beautiful.” 

“Oh man, Brady this ring is beautiful. She’s going to love it.” Jimmy said. 

“I really love Y/N and I can’t wait to ask her to marry me. I’ve been a dick for a while and I’m ready to make it up to her.” 

-Julianne

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[distant-rose]

Well, who doesn't love 80s movies and music? The hairdos, not so much. Wow, more preferences in common: I'm not into whump, and I'm not a big fan of angst. I mean, sometimes it's necessary, but I think it's used as a mere plot device and drawn out too much more often than not. Also, I'm with you about the transformation thing. It should be easy to write a decent fic for you. Now only inspiration needs to hit LOL so, are you in Christmas mood yet? ~csss

I do agree. Hairdos are a bit atrocious and there’s a lot that can be said for 1980′s fashion but legit some of the majority of the highlights of popular culture - the 1980s. Like the 1980s gave us Breakfast Club, Back to the Futue, The Terminator, Die Hard, Fast Times at Ridgemont High, Aliens, Caddy Shack, Poltergeist and Risky Business to name a few and not to mention some of the best work by Queen, Bon Jovi, Michael Jackson, the Police, Guns N Roses, U2 and Phil Collins was done then. It’s probably the reason I love Stranger Things so much because of all the references that it makes where I’m like “ah classic!”

Exactly. When it’s necessary it’s fine and serves a purpose but I don’t like suffering for the sake of suffering. I’m so glad we agree on it. I don’t mean to kink shame but it’s just not my bag of chips, you know? And I’m glad that you’re getting more comfortable with the idea of writing something for me. Like I know that I’ve thrown a lot at you and don’t think I’m not conscious of that, I am. And trust me, you have my sympathies. I would just rather you have more than less. My best advice to you on writing is write something you enjoy. If you enjoy it, I’ll more likely enjoy it. I mean generally when I do these things, I try to get a sense of what someone likes and then Easter egg their favorite things in the fic like if they’re a Rangers fan, Emma wears Brady Skjei jersey to bed and if their favorite Christmas movie is Elf, that’s playing in the background. You can get really creative with this is what I’m saying and I’ll probably still love it.

As for the Christmas spirit…Sorta? Like this year just seems like a drunk blur to me a bit. A lot happened and it seems too long and too short at the same time. It’s like way I can describe what I’m feeling right now is that I unwittingly went out on a ginormous and irresponsible bender and I’m somehow scooped myself into the back of a cab and I’m hovering in that moment between still drunk and nearing sobriety where I’m like “Holy fuck did this really all happen and I survived? Christ.” But at the same time, there’s now lights all over London as well as Christmas markers which are lovely and I really enjoy the prettiness of it and the term is winding down and I’m rushing to finish my first round of exam notes and my parents are coming to visit in two weeks and they’re quite excited. So, we’re getting there.

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