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jimmyssnuggs · 2 months

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struck gold

teagan x jimmy

warnings 18+, p in v, sexual themes

minors DO NOT engage

it’s not until later, much later, that teagan and jimmy get a moment to themselves, behind closed doors and not in public. besides the lingering kisses between the two through the day, and his hands trailing along her thigh at the celebration at the hotel, the couple hadn’t gotten a moment to really celebrate his gold medal win.

jimmy’s oldest sister had volunteered to take hallie for the night, wiggling her eyebrows in front of jimmy. although teagan was hesitant, she couldn’t resist the pout on jimmy’s face. she’s packing her daughter's pack and play and bringing it to her room, along with an excessive amount of milk and snacks incase hallie gets hungry.

she presses a kiss to her daughter's forehead, who pays her no mind because she’s excited to be spending the night with jimmy’s sister.

the couple is barely out the door when his hands start to wander her body, gigging and guiding her to the elevator.

“wait until we’re in the room jim.” she mumbles against his lips, hands trailing down to his chest.

“been waiting all day for this. ‘m not waiting any longer.” his hands grip her ass, pulling her closer to him.

“oh you poor guy.” she laughs, grabbing his hand and pulling him off the elevator.

“it was hard,” the words come out pathetically from his lips. “you looked so good teegs, feels like i waited for ever to get alone time with you.”

a blush spreads to her lips at her boyfriends words, and she’s digging her key card out as jimmy’s arms snake around her waist.

he’s dragging her over to the bed as soon as they're in the room, sitting down and bringing her onto his lap. fistfuls of his shirt are scrunched up in her hands. the kiss starts off slow. it’s incredibly soft, fun, and sweet, and everything teagan has thought of since he won.

his hands begin to wander, and he’s pulling her impossibly close to him, and her hands snake up his shirt, hands trailing over his body. he pants into her mouth, and they kiss until they can’t anymore, gasping for breath.

their lips connect again after a moment, and her hands fall to the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging at them. jimmy gasps into her mouth, swirling his tongue. the kisses are deep and needy now, little bursts of heat exploding in teagan’s stomach.

teagan makes a needy sound, and jimmy loses control at that. “can i take this off?” he pulls at her shirt, waiting for a nod and throwing it to the floor in haste. “fuck teegs, you’re beautiful.” he takes a moment to admire his girlfriend, never wanting to forget this moment.

she smiles at him, and he leans forward, beginning to press feather light kisses on her collarbone. her hands reach for his hair, tangling her fingers in his dark brown hair.

“hurry up please.” the words fall from her lips as a whimper, hands tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck.

“are you ready?” he detaches his lips from her neck, brown eyes staring at her.

“p-please.” she whines, and he’s pulling off her jeans. she’s already incredibly soaked for him, so slipping one finger in isn’t an issue by any means.

he adds a second finger, slipping past her folds. she lets out a noise, and her hips buck up at the feeling. “fuck. jimmy, i love you so much.” the words are mixed with little gasps of pleasure.

“i love you too teegs, so much.” his finger rubs against her slit, eyes nearly rolling back in his head at the noise that escapes her.

the empty feeling on her lips is too much for her, so she’s surging forward to connect their lips again, and he sneaks a third finger in. she grinds against him, trying to create any sort of friction with his fingers. “i’m ready.” the words are spoken against his lips.

“okay.” he whispers back, other hand reaching for the condom on the bedside table. he moves his fingers out of her, and a whine escapes her at the loss of contact.

he rolls it on quickly, staring down at his girlfriend, taking in how amazing she looks under him.

he lines up with her entrance, pressing a kiss to her lips as he enters her. any noises she was making were swallowed by the kiss. his hands grip down on her hips, sure to leave tiny bruises in the morning. he stops midway, looking at her to see how she feels.

“all good j.” with that, he sinks in the rest of the way.

he thrusts into her. not too fast and not too slow, just the way they both like it. “teegs, you feel amazing.” he whispers into her ear. in response, she’s grinding her hips against him, a silent way of telling him to move faster. he can tell he’s hitting exactly the right spot with the whimpers escaping her lips.

that’a what he does, picking up the pace slightly. his hands move to her ass to keep her from moving against him.

she doesn’t last very long before her hips are coming off the bed, crying out his name. he follows quickly after her, grunting into her neck.

“that was amazing.” she looks at him, eyes full of love and admiration.

“i’ve been waiting all day for this.” he kisses her lips, letting his lips stay there for a moment.

“round two in the shower?” her eyes trail to the bathroom, and he’s shooting up.

“more?” he raises his eyebrows, a smirk spreading across his lips. she smiles at the way his eyes light up.

“for the gold medal winner? absolutely.” she pecks his lips, letting out a giggle as he picks her up.

and if teagan is sore in the morning? that’s nobody’s business but their own.

#q’s au’s #q writes #teagan x jimmy #jimmy snuggerud #minnesota golden gophers hockey #gopher mens hockey #golden gophers hockey

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wildaboutmnhockey · 3 months

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I support women's rights. But more importantly I support women's wrongs.

#hockey #abbey murphy #golden gophers

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prettyboywoll · 4 months

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matthewknies

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pokemonwearingsportsmerch · 4 days

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#bidoof #Minnesota Golden Gophers #college sports #hockey

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hockeywriterrowan · 6 months

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Maple Syrup || Matthew Knies

author's note: I'm back kinda??? This is based on the song "Maple Syrup" by The Back Seat Lovers. My friend introduced this song to me this week, and I had to write something with it.

summary: Maple Syrup by The Backseat Lovers

pairing: Matthew Knies x reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: drinking, breakup, idk what else

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“I still have your picture on the wall; I still have the nightmares where I would have to call you to calm down.”

Your bedroom walls echoed with the mosaic of memories, each photograph a point in the outline of your love story with Matthew. The snapshots were once a collection of shared moments, you and Matt both wanting to remember the small moments, but now hung as silent witnesses to the love that had encapsulated the first two years of your college experience. The pictures had been a gift from Matthew before he left for his first full season in the NHL.

In the top left corner, a photo showed your second interaction with Matthew while at Mariucci, an argument that marked the early days of your connection. While the two of you had met once before, this was the first time you truly talked. The argument was simple: Matthew was confused about his Captain’s skate time and thought the ice was his at the wrong time. The humor of the two of you arguing—just once—so early on became a cherished joke between the men’s and women’s hockey teams. The spark ignited the flame, leading to Matthew asking for your number. The humor of the photo echoed through the years, turning into the prologue of a love story told through hundreds and hundreds of photographs.

At the bottom right, a Facetime screenshot held the weight of the first goodbye. Matthew’s beginnings in Toronto marked the first time in two years that your worlds existed apart. The photo captured your smiling face with slightly reddened eyes, containing the concealed vulnerability that Matthew had comforted after a grueling physical therapy session. A session that stemmed from a knee injury, a scar from a season-ending fall into the boards that seemed to write the turning point in your and Matthew’s lives.

“I still think about you all the time. When I step out of the shower, I’m reminded of the night when we slept in the back of your car, and you left me with a pretty cool scar.”

Exiting the shower, droplets of water traced the contours of your body; the refreshing cleanse momentarily erased your thoughts of your ex-boyfriend. Yet, as you stared at the misty mirror, your mind wandered, drawing back to the night of intimacy shared after winning the conference tournament. The details of that night during your freshman years played in your mind like a melody, lingering long after the water had evaporated.

Taylor knocked on the bathroom door when she heard your harsh breaths. Taylor had become a pillar of support in the aftermath of your breakup. When you became the overly confident freshman that everyone on the team chirped, she immediately took you under her wing, both on and off the ice, as you became linemates for the next two years of your friendship.

You were probably somewhere with Taylor when you weren’t with Matthew for the past two years. When she stayed in Minnesota after getting drafted, the two of you made sure to have nearby apartments. She mainly stayed at your and your teammate’s apartment for two weeks, ensuring you stayed alive through the breakup.

After discovering the breakup, your teammates blamed Matthew, something you didn’t want to happen. You and Matthew broke up because of separation. They still blamed him.

After Taylor pushed you into your bathroom to shower, you hadn’t expected it to be so refreshing. During the shower, you hadn’t thought of Matthew even once.

“Your purple sweater’s sitting in my room. I tried to wear it, but I knew that it would smell like you.”

“Let’s burn it,” your teammate Emily said. The purple sweater was a silent witness to your struggle. The garment, once a reminder for Matt of his Tri-City team, now held the scent of bittersweet nostalgia, a sure reminder of Matthew.

Everything else was given to Jimmy. You wanted to return the sweatshirt, but your teammate Emily wanted you to seek revenge. You stood up, grabbed it, and threw it back into your closet.

“I saw you dancing at the show tonight. I stood in the back, and I think that we both know why.”

Entering the lively party at the men’s hockey house, the air was charged with excitement and familiar faces. Jimmy’s gaze from across the room hinted at the hockey game on the T.V., bringing Toronto Maple Leaf’s shutout into focus. The T.V. was quickly turned off, probably by one of the boys you were closer to.

“We both know Kniesy wouldn’t want you being stuck up in the relationship,” Jimmy’s whispered advice floated to your ear, offering the perspective of a close friend of Matthew’s.

“But…” you started, “He’s Matt. He’s unforgettable.”

“I’m not saying you need to forget him,” Jimmy grabbed your wrist, bringing you to the kitchen, “But you still need to live your life.”

You stared at your feet, knowing he was probably right. As you turned to grab a drink, Jimmy typed on his phone, the phone lighting up his face. You could only guess who he was talking to. But as you approached and he quickly threw his phone back in his pocket, you knew exactly who.

You returned to the central part of the party, smiling with your friends. You hadn’t checked your phone, but you felt it vibrating.

You walked outside, under the moon's glow, and put your phone to your ear without checking the contact name, “Hello?”

“Hiiiii,” he slurred.

“Matthew,” you sat on the stairs, “Is something wrong? Are you with JT or Joe?”

“No… They’re inside,” you heard shuffling, “But there is a problem… You aren’t here.”

“Oh, Matt,” you breathed, “I’m not there because we broke up.”

“Did it hurt? When we broke up,” he sniffled, “Now I’m all alone; I guess I’ll never learn.”

“It wouldn’t work. I couldn’t date you when I worried you were interested in her. And I voiced my concern. And all you said was I shouldn’t be worried. No reassurance. And you have people; you have your teammates.”

The pause was deafening. You still heard Matt’s shuffling.

“And I lied, when I took you on a drive,” he admitted, “And I said I’d never speak to her. I wish I would have kept my word."

You sighed. You had already known he kept talking to who he claimed was a friend, but hearing him admit to lying about simply talking to her—even after you broke up—hurt so much more than you expected.

“I need to apologize to you in person. You know we never did anything, and you can ask JT, or Mints, or Joe. But I still regret lying,” Matthew slurred.

Amidst the haze of intoxication, confusion clouding your senses, you chuckled at his desperate plea, a symphony of emotions playing, “And how would you do that now that you’re gone?”

“I would fly you out here for a weekend when you don’t have practice.”

You laughed. He was obviously drunker than you, and it seemed he was going insane.

“I need you out here. So bad. Please just let me apologize to you in person."

#matty knies #matthew knies #toronto maple leafs #maple leafs #matthew knies x reader #matthew knies imagine #hockey fic #minnesota hockey #minnesota golden gophers #hockey

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athleticperfection1 · 7 months

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Minnesota Hockey

#University of Minnesota #Minnesota Golden Gophers #hockey girls #college hockey #athlete #female athletes #college athlete #college girl #bikini #athletes in bikinis

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14faber · 7 months

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x | a few words from cooley’s support system

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pettypiastri · 1 year

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loss

matthew knies x reader

wc: 1.5k

warnings: hurt/comfort, swearing, crying, self deprecation, general sad, one moment where matty sort of punches a wall but reader is never on the receiving end of any aggression

a/n: can i write more than hurt/comfort? yes, but a bitch has a favorite. i have never written explicitly with a gn reader before but re-reading this i dont feel like i make any overt references either way so can be read as gn i think (lmk if i missed anything tho!). i wrote this in i think a single hour right after the 2022 usa wjc qf loss and have decided to post it now for no good reason. just a quick lil ficcy only minorly edited: she is beautiful to me as she is :) p.s. let's normalize typically sexual positions between characters as being the most comforting sometimes..

The team is finally given reprieve to undress from their sweaty uniforms and stand face first in a cold shower. As guys towel off, there are soft rumblings of interest in spending the night at respective significant others' hotel rooms rather than the team designated ones. Landon speaks quietly with his Captain on behalf of the room chatter. To those paying attention, Brock slips away and returns a few minutes later. Shortly after, Coach enters the room. The player’s spines shoot up straight, bracing for the impact of a verbal lashing about their poor performance. Instead, Coach Leaman barely lifts one corner of his lips.

“I’ve heard some of you are hoping to spend some time with girlfriends and families… Just make sure you’re back in your team designated hotel rooms at 10am. The bus is leaving for the airport at 10:30am sharp.”

Bated breaths are released in relief.

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Matthew’s eyebrows have been knitted together for at least an hour. Whether out of genuine frustration or a constant effort not to cry, you’re unsure. You’d have to guess it’s probably both. Your fingers ache to smooth the crease and chastise him lightly for encouraging wrinkles in the space between his strong brows.

You already know what he’ll be trying to convince himself of in his head; they’re failures, poor representations of Team USA, an embarrassment given last year’s first place finish, he didn’t do enough, try hard enough… From your position on the outskirts of postgame media and the shuttling around the players are forced to do, you’ve not made contact with Matthew yet. Haven’t told him how proud you are and how much you love him. How everything in his head is wrong.

Just when your patience is wearing thin and your arms are starting to ache from being denied holding your love, there starts a steady trickle of players out of the dressing and media rooms. Matthew emerges, shoulders hunched forward and eyes shadowed by the hair he’s too dejected to push out of his face. His eyes scan slowly from behind his wet locks until they land on you. On instinct you smile softly and walk toward him. Your arms slip up his broad chest and around his thick neck, encouraging his sore body to fold into your smaller frame as much as possible.

You’re not sure if there’s anything fitting to say in this first raw moment together so you stay quiet. Your fingers thread through Matthew’s damp hair just how you know he likes. A huge breath collapses Matthew’s chest against yours. His face drops into your neck as his next inhale hitches.

“Let’s go… to uh– to yours.” Matthew mutters against your skin, a small sniffle betraying him.

“Okay baby, let’s go.” Your tone is soft as your hand slides equally gently down his arm to lace his fingers with yours.

The walk is quiet. The streets of Edmonton are nearly desert as it’s half midnight on a Wednesday. Matthew’s stride is normally a workout to try and keep up with but today you find yourself gently tugging him along.

“C’mon big guy… almost there.” Your encouragement seems to break Matthew out of a wordless trance, his pace increasing just slightly.

Through the lobby and up the elevator you lead him until you're able to get your door open. As the lock clicks shut behind the both of you, Matthew’s final walls break in the safety of your hotel room. He pulls you against his body almost desperately as he heaves a first sob. You cling to him as tight as you can to let him know you’re there but his hands are still restless; he can’t seem to hold you close enough. Matthew hoists you up, your legs moving to wrap around his waist as he presses you against the hotel wall. Now eye level with you, Matthew fits his head firmly into your neck and his arms constrict around your waist; the pressing of his body against yours meaning his exhausted arms don’t have to hold you up.

The tears are free flowing as he sobs quietly into the ‘Knies’ Minnesota jersey adorning your body. You feel your own eyes heat with emotion seeing your love so distraught.

“It’s okay Matty, I’ve got you. I love you so much. It’s okay to cry, it's just me.” With your reassurance, Matthew balls his fists in the material of your jersey and tries his hardest to bury his face even farther in your skin, seemingly trying to, futilely, escape his own. “I love you Matty… I love you baby.” Is the mantra you settle on as you stroke his hair and his back and his shoulders, never giving him an opportunity to forget that you’re right there.

“We’re– we’re a fucking em– embarassment!” Matthew spits as his shoulders shake beneath your palms. You feel your heart break a little more. “Out in the fucking… the fucking quarters!” His cry of dismay is punctuated by his palm slamming the wall beside your shoulder. You don’t worry for your safety; you know out of everything, Matthew is the most mindful of you, especially in this moment of heartbreak.

“Shh Matty shh… don’t talk like that, come on honey.” He shakes his head against your shoulder.

“What h-happened? We- we were so g-g-good before t-tonight.”

“I know my love,” you console, “I’m so sorry.” His self deprecation declines as his cries of agony take over again. It’s some while before his tears slow too.

As his breathing returns, you gently urge your sweet, broken boy to set you down. Having lost your eye level position, Matthew’s bloodshot eyes stare down at you for the first time since entering your hotel room. His face has swollen from so many tears and his upper lip is stained with snot. He wears an expression that you’ve only seen twice before; Frozen Four loss and when his Dad told him he was disappointed in him. You raise your hand to caress his cheek, sagging under the weight of self loathing and grief.

“C’mere…” With a gentle tug you guide him toward the bed in the center of the room. Matty follows without resistance. “Let’s get this off,” you say, lifting his team hoodie over his head and discarding it somewhere unimportant. You try to slip away for just a moment, but Matthew’s hand catching on your thigh protests the separation of your bodies. You're able to just barely reach for a pair of sweatpants.

“Change for me please, big guy.” He does so wordlessly and you take the second he's occupied for to slip to the bathroom. When you return, Matty is drooping again, elbows on his knees to support his head in his hands. Soft hands guide him to sitting again and before he can refold himself, you move to straddle him. His hands wind around you, face returning to its safe space in your neck.

“Lemme see your face Matty, please.” Reluctantly but compliant as always, Matthew raises just enough for you to cradle his cheek in your hand. You swipe a tissue around his under eyes and most importantly his nose. He sniffles with a pitiful pout. A cool, damp washcloth finds his forehead, urging Matthew’s eyes to flutter closed. It’s a few seconds before you move it to cover his right eye. You stamp a kiss on his forehead. The washcloth travels across every inch of his face, each contact point proceeded with a kiss before you lay it lastly against his sternum hoping the cold will ease his anxiety.

After tender hands are done cherishing, Matthew finally raises his head on his own accord. His beautiful green eyes find yours. The flecks of sadness in them have begun morphing into exhaustion. You lean forward and press your lips to his in a gentle kiss. Slowly you pull away.

“I love you,” he murmurs, staring deeply in your eyes, the intensity of his admiration comparable to his previous anguish.

“I love you,” you echo.

You place the washcloth to the side and stand up to pull back the covers so you can encourage Matthew to lay down. He does but reaches for you immediately. Without hesitation you join him, allowing him to settle atop you. When he finishes shifting into a comfortable position, you embrace him with arms around his back and legs woven with his. You finally find the right words.

“I’m so sorry Matty. I know you wanted to win gold but it’s not your fault. Everyone looked off out there from the start and Czechia fought tooth and nail. You’re an amazing hockey player and the most deserving guy. I’m so sorry but I’m still so so proud of you, always. I love you Matty.”

Matthew sighs and cuddles further into you in acknowledgement.

“Thank you. I love you too.”

You listen to his breathing even out after a while, knowing he finally feels grounded enough to think of sleep.

“You’re everything to me. I want you forever.” It’s muttered languidly, preciously, against your neck as your fingers continue running through his soft brown hair. His vulnerability makes you blush.

“You already have me… forever.”

#matthew knies #matthew knies x reader #matthew knies imagine #minnesota golden gophers #minnesota golden gophers hockey #gophers hockey #hockey imagine #toronto maple leafs #jackson lacombe #brock faber #jimmy snuggerud #logan cooley #so sorry but tagging for visibility <3 #my writing

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