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Moritz Seider & Lucas Raymond - four times Lucas caught you and Mo having sex and one time he joined (SMUT)

aka 7.2k words of Moritz and you seducing his bestie by having sex in front of him

ONE

Lucas knew what he was doing was wrong and creepy but it wasn’t like there was a way to stop it. And it was all Mo’s fault to begin with. Really.

When Moritz had told Lucas about you staying the night, Lucas had made the smart and respectful choice to put in ear plugs before going to bed in order to avoid the exact situation he now found himself in.

Another high pitched moan.

Another deep “fuck”.

Another thump making the walls (damn flimsy American walls) shake. This one was bad enough to rattle the trinkets he kept on his dresser.

He didn’t even want to imagine what kind of wild fuckfest was happening in the other room but there were two things he knew for sure: Moritz was fucking you rough enough to make the walls shake and to wake him up despite the earplugs and Lucas just couldn't help listening.

To him it seemed almost impossible that Mo was simply fucking you on his bed. Him and Moritz had made sure to place their beds as far away from each other as they could, diligently tucked them away against the walls furthest from their shared one and diagonally across for good measure. It should have been enough to prevent the loud noises —it had been in the past.

Yet there he was, stuck listening as his best friend made you cum. Again.

Lucas didn’t want to imagine the way Mo’s strong hands gripped your soft thighs or the way you wound your fingers in his long hair, urging him to go faster. But as he listened to your combined moans through the wall, a pillow pressed to his face, and the damn earplugs he just couldn’t not.

So yes, it was all Mo’s fault. If he’d be fucking you any less intensely Lucas wouldn’t have woken up and he wouldn’t have to listen to you moan “oh god” over and over as if god had anything to do with what went on in that room.

It felt weird to just lay there and listen to the two of you go at it in the room next to his but something was holding him back. He could get up and walk over to their connecting wall or even Mo’s door, pound on it, and yell at you to keep it down. But he didn’t want to embarrass his friend or make you feel too mortified to even look him in the eyes. The best thing would be to just pretend he never heard a thing.

Lucas rolled over until he was laying on his stomach before sticking his head back under his pillow. He was still able to breath, mostly, and even if it didn’t do much the pillow at least muffled the noises slightly. It also silenced his own moan when he subconsciously rolled his hips, grinding his erection against the mattress. 

He didn’t touch himself that night but that didn’t mean he didn’t come.

TWO

Lucas didn't tell Mo about the time he heard the two of you have wild sex through the wall. He also didn't tell his friend that he came to the sound of his girlfriend's moans while grinding against his mattress. No matter how loud you were being, Lucas was fairly sure he crossed a line. 

Acting normal around you was hard enough but the thought of hearing you again —of hearing you come again (... and again and again)— was too much. To be fair he tried to be sneaky about it. There was a hotel two blocks from their apartment and the overnight clerk, a scrawny guy their age, was quick to give him a room for the night The third time he brought the dude a jersey as a thank you and he nearly cried so Lucas was sure it would continue to work until he got over himself. Until then all he had to do was slip out of their place when you came over and slip in again while you were still asleep from the night before. The one time it didn't work he came back to Mo and you having sweet, soft, and absurdly loud morning sex so he started adding a morning run to his routine as well.

Everything was going smoothly until it wasn’t.

Lucas did the same thing he always did the morning after you slept over. He left the hotel long before checkout and tipped well. Then he went on a jog around the neighborhood before making his way home. Once he got there he went into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and a granola bar to hold him over until breakfast with you nymphomaniacs. At least that was the plan until he walked into his kitchen to find you perched on the counter right next to the coffee machine, both hands buried in Mo’s wild curls while his friend knelt on the floor in front of you, his face buried between your legs.

It looked like a scene from a porno, one of those amateur ones that were clearly homemade by a couple in love that Lucas would deny being his go-to category if anybody ever asked.

The kitchen wasn't quiet, between your moans and his own labored breathing but the only sound Lucas could focus on were the noises Mo made as he ate you out.

The German was feasting, devouring, chasing your pleasure with a single minded intensity that made Lucas question every time he went down on a girl before because nothing could compare to this.

From where he was standing Lucas could see everything and nothing. He could see the individual freckles across his friend's skin and the way the muscles in his shoulders moved as he clung to your legs. He saw the way you threw your head back in ecstasy, revealing the long line of your neck.

You weren’t sitting in front of him naked, either you or Moritz having had the forethought that you shouldn't walk through their shared apartment fully exposed, but Lucas hadn't realized what shirt you were wearing until his eyes wandered further down and saw a familiar print between the outlines of your hard nipples.

It wasn't just any shirt you were wearing.

It was his shirt.

Lucas turned around and walked back out of the apartment without saying anything. Going for another jog around the block didn't sound fun with an erection, but there was nothing stopping him from hiding out in the laundry room for a few hours.

THREE

A few days later Lucas still couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that he had walked in on the two of you having sex.

It was one thing to listen to you have sex but seeing it... He couldn't get the picture out of his mind.

Moritz, on his knees. The noises he made as he ate you out.

You, sitting on the counter, wearing his shirt. 

His shirt.

It couldn't have been a mistake. Lucas knew that Mo knew that it was his shirt. But there was no way his friend would give you a shirt to wear —and then fuck you in said shirt— that wasn't his. It couldn't have been a laundry mix up either since Lucas vividly remembered putting it on his “too dirty for the closet but too clean for the laundry” chair just days before. 

You had gone home the day after but Lucas knew you wouldn't be gone for long. And as if he had summoned you, there you were, waiting on them after practice with a big smile and an even bigger shirt. One of Mo's, this time. Still no bra. Lucas tried not to stare. He had ended his hotel situation after walking in on you, thinking that maybe now you would stop but luck didn’t seem to be on his side. It was nice at first, having you back around. Before hearing you and Mo, Lucas always looked forward to talking with you but after he felt too awkward. Now it was as if nothing had happened. Lucas excused himself to call some friends back in Sweden and Mo and you stayed in the living room to watch a movie.

He didn't think any of it when he came back down two hours later and found you both still cuddling on the couch.

There were no noises, no movement, nothing to make him think anything other than some clingy couple's behavior was going on.

He should have known the two of you could never resist each other for long.

Lucas had been sitting on the couch next to you for ten blissfully unaware minutes before he noticed the pile on the floor that looked suspiciously like your pants and the sweatpants Mo had put on after training. A single glance at the blanket the two of you were sharing and his peace came crashing down.

"Please tell me you're not fucking under there.”

It wasn't exactly a look of shame that came across your faces but at least a slight blush on his friend's face to indicate he had guessed correctly.

"No.”

"Not really.”

Lucas ignored his best friend's answer, deciding to focus on your vague not really.

"What do you mean?”

The way you looked between the two men bordered on adorable, something Lucas never thought he would think about a girl that had basically admitted to having sex in front of him right this very minute.

"It's just cockwarming,” You turned around to look at Moritz before looking at Lucas again, "I don’t think that really counts.”

Yeah, right.

He liked you two, he really did, but he wouldn't be sticking around to witness the two of you having sex… again.

Back in his room he didn’t even try to forget about what happened. It didn’t work the first time. It didn't work the second time. Lucas wasn’t holding out hope that it would happen now. Pulling out his phone to look up cockwarming took seconds but it took close to ten minutes for him to look down and read what it was.

Huh.

Part of him wondered if you had spent the entire time he was gone doing this. Just casually cuddling for hours while Mo's dick was inside of you. Had it gone further at all?

Lucas didn't think he could last hours being inside a woman without fucking. Wouldn't last that long being inside you —no.

He couldn't go there. Wouldn't go there. You were dating Moritz. His best friend Mo. He couldn't be thinking about you like that.

Frustrated, he threw his phone to the other side of his bed, watching as it bounced off the mattress and clattered to the floor.

Lucas should pick it up.

He didn’t.

There were worse things to worry about at the moment.

FOUR

Lucas continued to spiral for a week. He couldn't develop any feelings for you. He simply couldn’t. That was against all the laws of friendship.

Still, he couldn't get these thoughts out of his head.

It felt like the ultimate betrayal to picture his best friend’s girlfriend while he made himself cum, but at least his brain punished him by making it impossible for Lucas to picture you without Moritz.

He didn't know how to act around you. One day he avoided you at all cost, the next he clung to you like he couldn't bear being more than a meter away from you. It was bizarre.

Thankfully an away game whisked them out of the city. While not ideal at least he only had to deal with one of you and was able to keep his mind busy with hockey. At least that was the plan until the team checked into the hotel.

Server error. Double bookings. A single room with a king size bed instead of two rooms with doubles.

Somebody had to share.

And Mo volunteered them.

It didn't seem like a big deal to the German but Lucas was seriously considering sleeping on the floor the night before a game.

How could the taller man be so chill after everything that had happened in the past weeks?

In the end Lucas didn’t sleep on the floor. He couldn't risk it with the game tomorrow and everything. So after team dinner and an uncomfortably cold shower he got under the covers, shoved his head into his pillow hand enough to drown out the soft light coming from the bedside lamp on Mo's side, and pretended to sleep.

He didn't necessarily want to avoid all contact with Moritz but he just couldn't. Not tonight.

Usually sleep came easy to him. Lucas loved sleep, sleep loved Lucas. But that night it was evading him.

He listened to Moritz brush his teeth and get ready for bed with his eyes closed and his back turnt.

Things were going okay. His friend was a considered roommate, stayed up but kept mostly quiet, didn’t hog the blankets or turnt too much.

Lucas could hear his phone chime periodically while he was attempting to beat a level on a game but nothing loud enough to wake him had he actually been asleep.

It was fine until it wasn’t. 

The familiar tune of an incoming FaceTime call disrupted the soft sounds of Mo tapping away on his phone screen. 

“Hey.” Your voice sounded breathy, the slight distortion of the phone speaker doing nothing to conceal the neediness and Lucas already knew what was about to happen. 

Sure enough Moritz shuffled down until he was laying next to Lucas. There was still an entire bed between them but to him it seemed like a handful of centimeters at best. Lucas had his back turned towards his friend and Mo had no reason to assume he was anything other than fast asleep but the tone of his voice as he answered you made Lucas think his friend wouldn’t have minded either way. 

“You have to be quiet for me, baby. Lucas is sleeping right there.” The area around him got lighter for a moment. Mo must have turned his phone around to show you his sleeping form instead of just flipping the camera like a normal person but before he could really think about it the light stopped and he found himself once again swallowed by darkness. 

“I’ll be quiet.” You promised and Lucas felt bad for a second —it didn’t matter how quiet the two of you tried to be, he was awake and heard every single rushed breath— before the rustling of the starchy hotel sheets brought him back to reality. 

You wouldn’t actually…

You did. 

Lucas froze for a moment before he remembered he was supposed to breathe. Still, he didn’t dare to move. Beside him Mo moaned, the sound quickly becoming familiar to him in a way he didn’t like to question. At least he tried to stay quiet even if nothing could prevent Lucas from hearing the sounds coming from his friend and the phone he was holding.

“I miss you.” God, you sounded so sweet. Lucas could almost imagine the pout on your lips as you looked at your boyfriend —like the one you gave Mo when he hid your favorite candy on the top shelf or the one you gave him when he refused to join you two for a movie night the days after the couch cockwarming incident. 

Mo just let out an amused little huff at your antics but by the sound of his voice he was only teasing. Lucas once again questioned how he became so involved in your love life where he could discern the subtle tone shifts in his friend’s voice. “We’ve only been gone half a day.”

“I know. I still miss you though.” There was a sharp intake of breath —definitely Moritz— before your voice continued. “Your bed is so big without you here to hold me, to touch me.”

There was another soft ruffling of sheets, followed by a choked off moan, and Lucas felt more thankful for the fact that his friend tried to stay quiet than angry at you two for doing this while he was close enough to touch.  

“Yeah? Gonna show me how much you miss me?”

Lucas just closed his eyes, but it was no use. There was no way he could relax enough to fall asleep. The noises —whispered commands and hushed love confessions, choked off moans and faint buzzing— coming from the other side made it hard for him to fall asleep but he’d be lying to himself. The low sounds didn’t keep his mind quite as occupied as the question why he wanted to turn over and reach out to touch his friend so badly.

+ ONE

In his mind there was no way that you and Moritz knew he’d been awake while the two of you got each other off over FaceTime but Lucas started to notice small changes in your behavior after the roadtrip that he couldn’t otherwise explain. You still talked his ears off over breakfast —about making Mo take you on a vacation to Sweden in the summer, about Lucas tagging along, about the three of you heading to Germany after so that Mo can repay the favor and show you around— and the two of you still invited him to watch movies together (Lucas still declined) but something was just off. 

The two of you seemed to spend more time keeping secrets, talking in hushed voices with your heads close together only to abruptly stop when he entered the room. If seeing you two so secretive didn’t give him that shameful feeling deep in the pit of his stomach he’d find the almost comical display amusing but alas he was left to drown in his own worries. 

It also seemed that at least Moritz had caught on to what had been happening lately —that the amount of times he stumbled upon you two having sex had picked up exponentially— and had begun to question Lucas about his off ice schedule; when the team had him scheduled for filming, plans to hang out with the boys, what time he planned on heading to the gym.

Lucas on his end tried to get out of the apartment more and more. The time after he heard you fuck and all but moved into a hotel had nothing on the time after the FaceTime fiasco. Accidental voyeurism was one thing. Fantasizing about your best friend’s girlfriend was a whole other thing. And fantasizing about your best friend…

Yeah, he’d rather avoid that whole situation altogether. 

But just because Lucas wanted to avoid thinking about his thoughts didn’t mean he could avoid their apartment. Still, he tried to prolong his time spent away from home, taking a detour after another extra gym session to pick up groceries before making his way back. He would put them away and then he’d go straight to bed. With headphones this time, to cancel out all potential noise.

The universe —or rather Mo and you— seemed to have other plans for him though. He had brought in and put away his bags, carefully stashing away your favorite snacks in the bottom drawers Mo didn’t like to use and were thus safe from the German, in mostly silence. There was no indication that the two of you were busy doing each other so he made his way up the stairs to their bedrooms. His bed was calling and who was Lucas to ignore it. 

The moans started suddenly, shocking him enough that he missed the last step and nearly tumbled down the stairs. That would have been fun to explain to the team. Not that he would have to do it since he’d be at the hospital or worse. No. That honor would fall to Mo. But that would also mean he’d have to explain to his poor mother that Lucas got injured in a freak sex accident and he didn’t want that. Would it even count as a sex accident if he wasn’t one of the people having sex?

He felt torn between turning around and walking back out (running away…again) and hurrying along to his room (listening to you have sex like a creep…again). That choice was taken from him when Mo spotted him on the stairs. Of course you’d be fucking with the door open. 

“Hey Ray.” He called out, followed by a small whimper and a quiet “Behave.”

Lucas stood frozen, one hand gripping the stair’s banister like his life depended on it while wondering if this was all just a dream his subconscious came up with to torture him.

The two of you looked straight out of a fantasy and Lucas tried his hardest to commit the view to memory before the moment was over. Mo with his broad back and that ridiculous little bun in his hair. He briefly wondered how long it would stay before your desperate fingers tugged on his hair hard enough to undo it. And you. Oh so delicately perched on the bed, not quite sitting, not quite kneeling, but completely captivating. His eyes trailed from your wide eyes, down your neck and to your chest, miles and miles of skin laid bare before him. Your whole body moved under the weight of your heavy breathing but he couldn’t be blamed for getting his gaze stuck on your breasts. In his defense, they looked at him first. 

Lucas was staring. He knew the situation was uncomfortable but he couldn’t look away. Soft flesh and hard nipples. Mo had left two marks on the curve of one breast, close together as if he had gone to pull away but couldn’t help himself after the first. Small and dark like the only piece of clothing still covering you, preventing him from seeing every last centimeter of your body. 

“Hi Lu.” 

His eyes snapped up only to meet yours, looking back at him. You continued to look at him as Moritz reached out and touched your naked form. Lucas stood frozen as he watched his friend run a large hand down the path his gaze had taken moments earlier, down your neck and towards your chest, before covering one of your breasts with his palm. 

Neither of you moved to break eye contact, not even when your sweet smile gave way to a moan so filthy it almost made him choke on air.

The two of you made such a pretty dirty picture. Mo’s thumb moved, toying with your nipple and you gasped. It made Lucas want to lean down and fit his mouth right at the space where your skin met. Wanted to wrap his lips around the hard nub and suck. To taste the rough skin on Mo’s hand before biting down, not enough to hurt but just enough to make sure it’s real. 

It wasn’t another moan that snapped him out of his daydream. Mo had stepped away from your side and by the time Lucas noticed, his friend already stood in front of him, reaching out to take the arm that wasn’t clinging to the banister. Lucas let himself be pulled the last step until they were both standing at the top of the stairs. Moritz was still holding his arm, running his thumb over the inside of his forearm. Lucas got lost in the feeling until it pulled away.

The other man’s hand didn’t leave his body entirely though. Gently —and slow as if he was afraid Lucas would run— Mo’s hands came up to cup his face before the other man bent down and brought their lips together. By the time his brain caught up with what was happening and moved to reciprocate the kiss the other man had pulled away already. Lucas chased him, without thinking about it, rising up on his tiptoes to catch Mo’s mouth again before he realized what he was doing. Their lips didn’t touch again though. Instead he opened his eyes to find Moritz looking down at him, a single eyebrow raised and a smirk on his lips. Lips that had kissed his just seconds before.

They looked at each other for a moment before Mo took his hand again. “Komm.”

He led him into the bedroom behind him, grasp gentle. You were still on the bed, looking at them while —oh— touching yourself. Mo deposited him right next to you, close enough to touch but Lucas didn’t dare to reach out.

You didn’t seem to have that reservation, pressing yourself against his side and making him swallow hard. “You joining us?”

Lucas could feel both of your eyes on him as he looked at the floor. Was he?

The moment the yes left his lips you were on him, pushing at his chest until he fell back onto the bed and swinging a leg over his middle to sit on him. “Awesome.”

Your lips were softer than Mo’s, he noticed, as you bent down and kissed him. It wasn’t a sweet kiss like the one between your boyfriend and him had been. No. You kissed like you wanted to devour him. And Lucas would gladly let you.

He hesitated for a moment, maybe one or two of his racing heartbeats, before he let himself touch you. The sounds you made when he finally got his hands on your chest, —honey sweet and muffled against his own mouth, so painfully familiar after everything that happened. Lucas had been growing hard since he saw you and Moritz on the bed but now he could chase that pleasure. With you squirming on his lap, almost completely naked with the exception of your tiny underwear.

Lucas let his hands wander. He wanted to, needed to, feel more of your body. He wouldn’t be satisfied until he knew every centimeter of you. He let his hands dip lower, wandering down your sides only for them to bump against Mo’s hands where they were resting on your hip.

It wasn’t like he had forgotten that Moritz was there (there was no possible situation in which he could ever forget about Moritz) but this —touching him while touching you— made him feel exhilarated in a way he couldn’t place. Their fingers overlapped for a second but instead of pulling his hands away like Lucas had thought, Moritz put them on top of his own and pulled them the last few centimeters until they were resting on your ass. You moaned against his mouth and kissed him harder.

His own whine was silenced by your tongue as Moritz moved his own hands away. It was just a simple touch but Lucas already found himself missing it after seconds. His hands didn’t stay gone for long though. 

Lucas jumped as Mo’s hands landed in his lap, pulling away from you and trying to look around your bodies as his friend fidgeted with the waistband of his pants, working on the knotted drawstring while skillfully avoiding touching his bulge. 

“Great idea.” Lucas had no idea how your voice already sounded so wrecked as you addressed Mo before turning back to him. “Take off your clothes!”

The two of you watched as Lucas stripped down, sat on the edge of the bed, giving him your full attention. Some time between him losing his socks and him pulling his shirt over his head your hand had found its way into Mo’s boxers but Lucas didn’t mind. Your eyes were still on him.

It wasn’t until he was standing in front of you in his underwear that he wondered what you were even doing.

“What now?”

It was Moritz that stood up while you leaned back on the bed. “Now,” he wrapped an arm around Lucas’ middle, leaning close enough that his hair tickled his cheek, “Now you’re going to fuck my girlfriend.”

His hands didn’t leave his body, staying wrapped around Lucas as he rid himself of his boxers and guiding him to climb on the bed until he was holding himself up above you. The knowledge that you were beneath him, completely bare and just waiting for him to take you apart, drove him wild. Your arms wrapped around his neck and Lucas wanted nothing more than to lean down, get his mouth on your skin and his dick inside you when he remembered something.

“Hold on. Uh… condoms?”

You looked past him, sharing a look with Mo before the other man spoke up from beside you. “We don’t- Do you have any? We don’t use them but I can… get you one if you want?” 

He turned to look between you two, trying to figure things out. “If-”

“I’m on the pill.” You interrupted them. “So you don’t have to use one.”

He looked between you two again, seeing Mo shrug before you pulled his upper body down to you again.

Mo’s voice was low as he spoke. “Go on. Make her feel good.” 

Lucas didn’t know if it was an order or permission. Truthfully, thinking about anything beside you and Mo and him and Mo and you seemed impossible to him at the moment. All he could focus on was your face as he entered you, Mo’s hand on his back as he pressed inside, the way you felt around him. He was lost in the feeling, lost in the way you pulled him closer, lost in your mouth. A tangle of limbs and soft skin.

The bed dipped beside them and Lucas pulled away from you to see Moritz stretched out and watching you. His hair had come undone, falling into his face, and he wanted to reach out and run his hands through it, tug on it, watch his friend react to the touch.

You beat him to it though, grabbing for Mo with ease and pulling him in for a kiss. He had to move a little to give you space but he didn’t mind stopping his thrusts because the picture in front of him made up for everything. Up close he could hear your kiss more than he could see it, the deep rumble as Mo groaned, your sharp intake of breath. Lucas felt you shift beneath him so he started to move again. Slower this time. Almost teasing you.

Mo moaned again as you tugged his head lower by the hair. Lucas watched as he kissed his way down the valley of your throat before reaching your chest. He felt the moment Mo wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, the way you tightened around him, head thrown back and eyes closed. He was lost in the sight of you, hips moving in a rhythm of their own making as he tried to keep giving you pleasure for as long as he could.

Lucas was so focused on you and Mo’s mouth on your breasts that he didn’t notice his friend’s hand wandering between your bodies until he felt it, right where you were connected. Mo didn’t look up as his skillful fingers moved and Lucas tried to continue fucking you like you deserved but the combination of you clenching around him and Moritz tracing around his shaft where he was fucking into you was too much. He barely managed to hold himself up in order to not squish you two beneath him but Mo’s arm still ended up trapped, his head bumping against Lucas’ chest as he lifted it from your boob.

It was you who took charge, commandeering them to your liking. Mo withdrew with a deep sigh and Lucas couldn’t help but watch his friend for a moment. He was flushed, hair a mess and his mouth so plush he wanted nothing more than to lean over and connect their mouths. How had they only kissed once so far? Instead it was you who pulled him in for a kiss, soft and sweet, barely more than a peck even if you tightened around him again causing him to moan against your lips. 

“Can you pull out real quick so that I can turn around?”

He did. A little slow so that he could savor the moment. When you turned to lay on your stomach he only mourned your boobs the normal amount. 

“Alright.”

Lucas positioned himself again. Right at your entrance, fingers on one hand pushing the soft flesh of your ass aside so that he could see. “Can I…?”

“If you don’t fuck me right now…” The rest of your words were swallowed by a moan as he pushed inside again. 

The angle was different but no less intoxicating as he started to move. Slower than before. Savoring it. His eyes followed the line of your spine from your butt up to —oh. 

Mo had moved again while Lucas had been so distracted by you. He was now sitting against the headboard of his bed, legs spread and long on either side of your body, as you took him into your mouth. Mo had his eyes closed, his own mouth hanging open as he focused on your mouth and your mouth only, but Lucas couldn’t blame him. While he couldn’t see you he was sure you made a pretty picture. 

Lucas was careful as he picked up the pace. Every push of his hips against yours also pushed you onto Moritz and he didn’t want you to choke on his friend while he mindlessly chased his pleasure. 

Mo was similarly holding back. One of his hands rested on the back of your head but he was careful not to push. 

You were a precious thing, laying between them and taking them both. 

Lucas leaned down a little, his movement just enough to change the angle at which he was fucking you a little bit. Your response was instantaneous, clenching around him while also humming around Mo’s dick. Both men swore at the sensation. 

When he opened his eyes he saw that Mo was staring back at him and for a split second Lucas  wondered if his friend would kiss him again. The angle was off but if they leaned just a little bit or maybe if you… he didn’t get to finish the thought because Mo’s eyes squeezed shut and a tell-tale shudder ran through his body. 

His own hips stuttered at the sight but he hoped you wouldn’t mind too much that he ruined his rhythm yet again. He didn’t know how anybody could watch Moritz come and not get distracted.  And really, it was incredibly unfair that his friend had a pretty o-face on top of everything. When he looked up to look at you two again Lucas let out a quiet laugh at the sight in front of him, more involuntarily than not. Mo had shuffled out from under you and had flopped back on his side next to them. He laid there, violent blush spreading down his heaving chest and softening dick out without a care in the world. The authenticity of it burned. 

“Ja, ja. Laugh all you want; tomorrow she’ll blow you and we’ll see how long you’ll last.”

You laughed too, walls fluttering around him as you did. The pace of his hips picked up again as he started to fuck you in earnest. With Moritz no longer in front of you he didn’t have to worry about fucking you into him too much. Instead he could listen to the way you moaned for him, the way your breath hitched when he changed the angle at which he was hitting you, the way you begged for him. 

Lucas moved harder, arms on either side of your body holding him up above you while he thrusted into you. The whole bed was moving and in the back of his head he thought about that first night he heard you and Mo before you tightened around him and he couldn’t think anymore. 

Your orgasm took Lucas by surprise, even more than Mo’s did, but it only took him a handful of thrusts to follow you. Too tight to resist any longer. He collapsed onto your back, too overwhelmed to hold himself up any longer, while he continued to grind into you with shallow little thrusts. 

It wasn’t until the two of you had completely stilled that Moritz kissed him. It was similar to their first kiss, sweet and languid, only this time Lucas managed to kiss him back. Mo moaned against his lips as he did, pressing back harder before pulling away. 

Lucas was gentle as he pulled out. He didn’t miss your little whine at the feeling so he pressed a kiss against your shoulder blade before fully rolling over to lay next to you. On the other side of your body Mo was just becoming active again, reaching out to touch you now that Lucas wasn’t on top of you any more. 

He watched as your boyfriend helped you turn over until you were laying on your back again, kissing you so filthily that Lucas had to swallow even though he had been inside you only moments ago. He sat up a little more, resting his head on one of Mo’s pillows until he could rest comfortably and watch you. His own private show. 

He was too exhausted to touch himself when Moritz started kissing down your body but the image would be burned into his mind forever. His friend kissed his way down your body, adding another mark to the ones on your boob before moving lower. You were gasping again, hands fisted in his curls, but you weren’t pulling Mo up or pushing him down, you were simply tugging on the strands as Mo moaned. 

He reached out to you just as Mo reached your middle, palming one of your boobs as Mo licked into you for the first time. Lucas was torn between watching your face or watching him eat you out but that decision was quickly made for him when he remembered that he didn’t wear a condom. 

He had come inside of you. 

And Mo was eating you out. 

Something about his best friend possibly tasting him in you made his head feel fuzzy. His stomach grew heavy with need while he watched. One hand absentmindedly thumbing at your nipple as he cupped one of your boobs, the other hand reaching down to play with himself. He didn’t think he’d come again so soon after but the movement of his hand felt more like drawn out pleasure than overstimulation so he continued to slowly jerk himself. 

Mo was grinding against the mattress but the lazy way he moved made it clear to him that he wasn’t chasing another release either. He was focused on eating you out. Lucas was focused on him eating you out, too. 

It didn’t take long for you to come again. Not with the way Mo was devouring you. Watching you come was different than feeling you come around him. Obviously. But Lucas could have sworn you didn’t shake like that when he had made you come, a full body shiver against the sheets. One of your hands left Mo’s hair and gripped his thigh instead as you fell apart and Lucas couldn’t even flinch at the pain of your nails leaving little indents on his skin because the knowledge that you seemed him out, unconsciously as it be, in the throes of pleasure made up for it tenfold. 

He reveled in the feeling. Watching Mo pull away from your pussy while your biting grip on his thigh slowly turned into a gentle pet. 

Lucas was expecting the two of you to gather yourselves soon, to send him on his merry way to the room next door never to talk about this night again. Mo might’ve been talking about another time in the morning but that was simple dirty talk in the moment and not something he’d cling to, if only to protect his heart from getting attached. 

He was preparing himself to leave when you tugged him down from where he was lounging until you could roll over, keeping him on the bed with your body on his. Your head came to rest on his chest and he felt nervous, wondering if you could hear how fast his heart was beating. Hesitantly, he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer, relieved when you snuggled closer. 

Lucas hadn’t even realized that Moritz had left until the older man walked in holding his own blanket. He didn’t realize why he had gotten it but then Mo started to try and get his own blanket off the bed with Lucas and you still on it. Oh yeah, they had fucked on top of the duvet. It was awkward but all it did was make you laugh, not get up or attempt to help him in any way. When he had finally wrangled it free he simply dumped it on the floor before throwing Lucas’ over them. It fell in a way that covered your head completely and the way he could feel your giggle against his skin as he pushed it down a little so that you could breathe made his heart race even more than before. If you hadn’t heard it before, now you surely did.

“Can you move a little?” 

The two of you were laying a little off center on the bed. Maybe if they’d be closer to the other side three people could fit in there but right now it seemed impossible for Mo to get in with you as well. Lucas wasn’t one to leave his friend without a sleeping place. You were still clinging to him though, only lifting your head a little to look at them. Lucas used that opportunity to shuffle a bit closer to the center, moving your body with him, even just for a few centimeters. 

It must have been enough for Mo because he lifted a corner of the blanket and laid down next to them. It was a tight fit but he reckoned that he could turn with you enough that you would lay in between them. Before he could move though Moritz put his arm around you. Both of you. 

Lucas knew that he shouldn’t enjoy this so much but he let himself be held either way. Mo felt warm and solid against his side and when Lucas curled up around you a little more he followed suit and curled up around him. He never really cared if he was the big spoon or the little spoon, usually defaulting to being the big spoon, but being a middle spoon made something he couldn’t describe settle inside him. 

He yawned, wide but silent. They would let him stay the night. Maybe they would let him stay beyond that. His sleepy mind didn’t share the same worries that he had ten minutes ago so he let himself enjoy your embrace. 

Somewhere between your soft breathing on his chest and barely there kisses against the back of his neck, Lucas fell asleep with a smile on his face.

#moritz seider #lucas raymond #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #nhl imagine #hockey smut #moritz seider imagine #moritz seider smut #lucas raymond imagine #lucas raymond smut

[thatsdemko]

ask - m.seider

masterlist

requested: y

pairings: mo seider x reader

warnings: none but fluff and I kind of took my own creative liberty with this 🫣

the sun light was creeping in through your blinds when you woke up and rolled over nearly hitting the 6’4” German who lay beside you. you weren’t sure how it got like this. one day you were friends, and the next thing you knew he was under your covers asleep next to you almost every night.

“don’t you have another place to stay?” you asked him months ago, grabbing his pillow that was tightly embraced in his arms and allowing him into your apartment that he never seemed to leave except for away games.

“it’s no fun living with Lucas when you’re all the way over here.” he removed the beanie from his head and you watched him mess with his curls making your knees weaken.

it didn’t take long for him to make himself at home for an extra month. you noticed most of your drawers were beginning to fill up with red wings gear, boxers, and his sweatpants. your bathroom had additional shampoo and conditioner, and your kitchen had a plethora of German spices you couldn’t even pronounce.

you weren’t mad mo had become your roommate, in fact you loved spending time with him. but the problem became your ongoing crush began to rapidly spiral when he one day climbed into your bed—even though his room was right next door—and he never seemed to have gone back to his own.

and that’s how you woke up this morning. to him in your bed for the third night in a row. there was no horse play that went on, it typically began with you both in your separate rooms, he came in to ask about your day, and then you both fell asleep. every morning you woke up with the anxiety that he wasn’t right there next to you, but there he was. still sound asleep.

once you got the energy to roll out of bed you began to start cooking breakfast. the smell of bacon and eggs was a way to get anybody up, and shortly after you started you heard the sound of your bedroom door unlatch, and the sound of hard wood floor creaking grow louder with every step.

“good morning,” you smiled, he mumbled a few words to you making his way to the fridge to grab coffee. he was never a man of many words in the morning, but you didn’t mind it. sometimes you both ate your breakfast in silence and sometimes you ate your breakfast listening to mo talk a mile a minute. you cherished both of those mornings.

“coffee?” you heard him, and before you could reply he was already holding the cup up to your lip allowing you to sip whatever he had just mixed together. he watched you close your eyes swallowing the mixture, “not bad, I’ll have one.”

it was silent for awhile, you platted the food for you both and headed to the table to sit down and wait for mo. you glanced over at him for a second catching a glimpse of the back of him working on the coffee. you couldn’t help but stare a little longer picking up the bruises on his arms and the sheet marks on the back of his shirt. it was gestures like this that made you question your relationship, friendship, or heck even situationship. sometimes you would wake up in the morning wondering if he would regret slipping into your bed with you that night.

“what are we?” you asked, it was mainly to yourself, you’ve questioned it for so long. every morning you woke up hoping one day he would realize maybe you were what he wanted to wake up to. ever since he walked in that door with his pillow you wondered where it was going to go. especially, now that he made himself a home for three days in your full size bed. you didn’t expect the question to come out of your mouth. it was supposed to be more of a silent question, but it grabbed his attention.

he turned at the sound of your voice, he only heard a little bit of what you said, but he picked up enough to know what you asked. he’d been avoiding the thinking himself, but when it came to you how could he ever not question it? his teammates called him a wimp for not pulling the trigger on asking you out. he dared not to even ever say he spent most nights in your bed.

“what do you want us to be?” you heard from the kitchen. snapping you out of your daydreams you watched as mo approached the table with two cups of coffee, setting one down for you.

red covered your cheeks as you tried to hide your face behind your cup, “I didn’t expect you to hear me.”

the silence was loud. it was the most uncomfortable silence you’ve ever endured with him, and you didn’t like it. you could tell he didn’t either just by the way he was playing with his food. it was just like you both were avoiding the question on the table.

you watched him shift uncomfortable in his seat, “so have you always liked me?” he asked. you watched his cheeks flush red now this time. you watched him pick up and drop his silverware waiting for an answer from you. he couldn’t get himself to eat because now he was full of anxiety. he couldn’t deny it himself he felt an attraction toward you, but it was always easier for him to ignore it than swallow himself in it.

“well I wouldn’t let you stay for this long if I didn’t.” you joked nibbling on a piece of bacon, and the silence came again. it was agonizing.

tired of waiting, you cut to the chase. one thing about mo is if he wants something he waits, but you were making moves now. you waited too many times in bed wanting to ask the question. you had too many restless nights on the phone hoping he’d be the one to tell you. but you were going to do it now.

“do you want to ask me out? or will I have to ask you?”

mo picked his head up from staring at the plate of breakfast in front of him to look at you. not a sight of anxiety on your face waiting for an answer, he knew if he backed out he’d be denying his feelings and his teammates would have a field day. as much as he tried to take it slow, he knew it would be impossible with you. especially since he somehow always found himself in your bed every morning.

“y/n, will you go out with me?”

“yes, now let’s talk about getting you your own dresser. mine is full of your clothes.”

#hockey imagines #hockey #hockey fic #hockey blurbs #nhl fic #nhl imagines #nhl blurbs #detroit red wings #detroit red wings imagine #Detroit red wings blurbs #moritz seider #moritz seider x reader #moritz seider imagine #moritz seider fic #nhl

[hookingminor]

"it’s hot when you talk back." and "you look good with my hands around your throat." with mo seider plssssss

“It’s hot when you talk back.”

“You look good with my hands around your throat.”

(18+): mature language, implied sex

-

You were going to fucking kill Moritz. You were going to strangle him with your bare hands and bury his body in the woods.

“Everyone get the fuck out right now,” you stormed into Moritz’s apartment, apparently in the middle of some guy hang-out or whatever the fuck they called playing video games. Only Lucas and Jakub were there, but they scattered from the couch quickly like scared mice when you stopped in front of Mo.

“Long time no see, Y/N,” Lucas said with a smirk. “I heard you—”

You took a throw pillow from the couch and launched it at him. “Say one more fucking word, Raymond, and it’ll be your last. Get the fuck out.”

“Swearing isn’t really becoming of you—” The door slammed shut a split second before the remote you threw hit it.

“Hey, baby—” Moritz started before you quickly cut him off.

“You can shut the fuck up too,” you seethed. “What the fuck were you thinking?”

His lips quirked in a smirk. “I thought I was supposed to shut the fuck up?”

“Do you want to piss me off more than I already am?”

“I don’t know.” A hand traced up the back of your thigh that you quickly smacked away. “It’s hot when you talk back.”

“Answer the question. What the fuck were you thinking?”

When you started this fling months ago, you both agreed to keep it quiet. With your proximity to the team, it wasn’t something you wanted to flaunt and risk losing your credibility and respect with the guys. Therefore, no one was allowed to know about what you two were doing behind closed doors, which was all purely physical. 

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” He chose to play stupid.

“Right,” you scoffed. “So all the messages I’ve got from a few guys and some girlfriends are nothing, huh? Does you letting Dylan see our messages ring a bell? All the guys finding out about us after that? Any of that sound familiar?”

“It was bound to come out eventually,” was the lame excuse he had.

“That is not what we agreed on!” You shouted. “You should have talked to me about it before telling everyone!”

The smirk on Moritz’s face fell when he saw how well and truly pissed you were at the situation. His hands came back to your waist again, this time to steady you and pull you closer before you blew up in his face.

“It was an accident, okay? I didn’t mean it,” he pleaded, squeezing your hips in comfort, but you were still unamused.

“Really? You seem to be eating all of this up,” you said in disbelief. For weeks, he’d been asking you if he could tell someone about your situation. Anyone.

A hand hitched behind knee to tug it over his thigh, and you begrudgingly settled onto his lap. You kept your arms crossed.

“I’m sorry, it was an accident. Truly.” A serious look crossed his face. “I had my phone opened because I was expecting a text from someone else when you decided it was a good time to start sexting me. Your name flashed across the top and he saw a few saucy words, and I couldn’t lie to him since he saw it. Before I could even tell him to not say anything he said your name out loud and then some other guys heard it and it got out of hand.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I am. Do you think I’d intentionally ruin this? I know you’d shut this down if I ever told anyone.”

“Well you still ended up telling someone, didn’t you? So I should shut this down right now.”

“But you won’t.” And that signature cockiness was back again. 

“Why’s that?”

“Other than the fact that I’m the best you’ve ever had?” You rolled your eyes. “You like me. Admit it. I wore you down these last few weeks.”

Deciding not to answer him, you focused your attention on distracting him instead. You crushed your lips to his and finally let your arms uncross to grip his shoulders. 

Moritz welcomed the kiss and ran his own hands up your sides until he grabbed hold of your face, deepening the kiss with a slide of his tongue as he angled your head to the side. Fingers rested at the base of your throat, tracing over the skin lightly at first before applying the slightest of pressure to catch your attention.

“You look good with my hands around your throat,” he said huskily, eyes hooded as he took in your plumped lips.

“I bet I’d look even better naked. Can you hurry up and fuck me now?” You rolled your hips.

“Go on a date with me,” he said.

“No,” you replied. “Fuck me.”

“No,” he stated. “Go on a date with me.”

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“Agree to a date and then I’ll fuck you. Deal?”

“No deal.” You were getting impatient now.

“We can do this all day, baby. One date. That’s all I’m asking. Then I will bend you over every surface in this apartment if you want.”

“And if I say no?”

“Then we’re done. Not just today but for good.” Something told you he wasn’t bluffing.

You huffed in defeat. “One date.”

And in one smooth movement you were on your back with Moritz’s lips back on yours. He pulled back to shed his shirt, wearing a self-satisfied smirk. “On all fours then, baby.”

#moritz seider #moritz seider imagine #nhl imagine #my writing #requests #blurbs #redwings53

[just-dino-maggie]

Masterlist

I write nhl imagines sometimes and I thought I’d put them all in one spot to make it a little easier.

Prompts List

Matt Boldy

BC Parties - parties with Matt

Future - talking about the future

Fights - Matt gets into a fight and it’s hot

Tree - he’s a big boy

Hide and Seek - fluff, that’s it

Snack note - leaving a note on Matt’s favorite snack

Slow Dancing - dancing in the kitchen while the water runs

Opening Up - she’s never vulnerable but Matt might just change that

Trevor Zegras

Jealous - unwanted jealousy

Just Friends Part 2 Part 3 - he can’t force his feelings

Nantucket - brushing his hair after a beach day

The Intern Part 2 - they just don’t work well together, untill they do

Forbidden Love - Jack’s little sister has feelings for Trevor

Breakdown - Trevor is having a hard time dealing with the constant losing

Jack Hughes

Fixing the hurt - caring for jacks hockey injuries

Sick - taking care of Jack after a road trip.

Comfort - Jack helps her through a panic attack

Reconnecting - they reconnect after a hard breakup and work things out

Just like home - Nico and her share a language and Jack adores it

Housewarming - a misunderstanding gets resolved at the lake house

Zap Zone - two friends hanging out turns into more

Finally Yours - Jack can’t take being friends any longer

Cole Caufield

School Project - they aren’t friends but they have to work together.

Moritz Seider

Bad day - Mo has a bad day, she makes it better

Luke Hughes

Mutual Dislike - they’ve never liked each other, right?

Arguing - an argument turns sour and Luke decides to fix it.

Peaceful Mornings - they find ways to spend time together in their busy lives.

3am - Luke has a confession

Nick Blankenburg

Umich Party - they finally get a chance to talk

First Kiss - Nick gives her the best first kiss

Brendan Brisson

Rain - jealous briss kissing in the rain

Ethan Edwards

Back Home - visiting his family with an unwanted addition

Nico Hischier

Waking up - a morning with Nico after a road trip

Bath Chat - a cute talk in the bathroom

Andrei Svechnikov

Night Swimming - they meet at the pool and they do what they’ve always wanted to

Beard - Which is better Andrei with the beard or without?

Kirby Dach

Surprise - even with a busy schedule Kirby finds time to visit

Bowen Byram

Post Game - cute fluffy blurb

Ryder Donavan

Dad - ryder as a dad

#matt boldy #matt boldy imagine #trevor zegras #trevor zegras imagine #luke hughes #luke hughes imagine #nick blankenburg #brendan brisson #ethan edwards #kirby dach #bowen byram #ryder donovan #hughes brothers #nhl imagine #jack hughes #andrei svechnikov #cole caufield #moritz seider

[whoreforcaufield]

who I write for + masterlist

NHL

Adam Fantilli

Dawson Mercer

Mackie Samoskevich

Luke Hughes

Easton Cowan

Simon Edvinsson

Jack Hughes

William Nylander

Nick Blankenburg

Moritz Seider

Amadeus Lombardi

Jamie Drysdale

Cole Caufield

Kirby Dach

Colton Dach

Leo Carlsson

Mason Mctavish

Matt Boldy

Connor Bedard

Chase Stillman

College

Boston College

Gabe Perreault

Ryan Leonard

bj blurb (18+)

Will Smith

Jacob Fowler

Drew Fortescue

Cutter Gauthier

Will vote

University Of Wisconsin

Christian Fitzgerald

Zach Schulz

University of Michigan

Tyler Duke

Nick Moldenhauer

Seamus Casey

Gavin Brindley

Mark Estapa

Rutger Mcgroarty

Luca Fantilli

TJ Hughes

Tanner Rowe

University Of Minnesota

Oliver Moore

Other

Justin Herbert

JJ Mccarthy

Colston Loveland

Joe Burrow

Zach Wilson

Nolan Moyle

#hockey smut #masterlist #nhl imagine #college hockey #who i write for #umich hockey #umich football #jj mccarthy #new jersey devils #gabe perreault #ryan leonard #will smith hockey #adam fantilli #tyler duke #luke hughes #easton cowan #jack hughes #moritz seider #cole caufield #jamie drysdale #mark estapa #seamus casey #connor bedard #william nylander #dawson mercer #mackie samoskevich #kirby dach #cutter gauthier #matt boldy

[sunflower-lilac42]

✧ ˗ˏˋ 𝑺𝑼𝑵𝑵𝒀'𝑺 𝟏𝐊 𝑭𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑺 ˊˎ˗ ♔

a celebration of me, sunny, reaching nine-hundred/one thousand flowers on this blog - thank you so so much, from the bottom of my heart

welcome to sunny's 1k flowers! this is a celebration in favor of all nine-hundred/one thousand of you clicking that follow button!

✎ A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR ⇘ : :

a little note from me, sunny: thank you all so so so much! when i started this blog i never thought one, i'd write fics based on hockey players or other athletes, and two, that i would gain so many friends and followers. i am grateful for each and every one of you, from those who i talk to on a daily, to those i talk to once a week, to those who talk to me on anon, to those who simply just like a post of mine now and then. you all mean the world to me and i am so thankful, as I've said before, for all of you for supporting me. i love you all so so so so so so so so much 💜 (also please read all rules and things like that, thank you!)

✎ ABOUT THE EVENT ⇘ : :

➺ as stated this is a celebration of me because of you, so you all are mostly in control

➺ similar to lots of others, there will be a key for requesting (the flowers)

➺ please read all rules and descriptions of the flowers otherwise it will get messy

➺ this event will run from monday, april 15 2024, 12:00 am cst to sunday, april 29 2024, 11:59 pm cst | these dates are tentative, at least the end date

➺ similarly, all requests, except for the tulip ones, will be completed by the following weekend. just because i'm still answering them doesn't mean i'm still taking them

➺ there are more prompts at the end of this post and feel free to mix and match prompts too! you don't have to use the platonic prompts for the laughing lotus, you can use any of the others ones as well!

➺ as always, please be kind in the requests and be patient with me :)

✎ THE FLOWERS ⇘ : :

➺ 🌻 you've picked the soft sunflower! this flower is for the ones who love a cute, romantic, sweet night in with their loved one. this flower contains a sickening amount of sweet pollen to make honey | customize your sunflower here -> fluff prompts!

➺ 🪻you've picked the lonely lavender! this flower is for the ones who are in a relationship with angst, plus for the ones who can't seem to keep their flowers alive. this flower is prone to dying, unable to keep alive | customize your lavender here -> angst prompts!

➺ 🌹you've picked the restless rose! this flower is for the ones who don't mind getting their hands a little bloody to make things worth it. the rose has it's thorn but with care and patience will turn out gorgeous. it's a bumpy ride at first, but in the end they turn out beautiful. this flower comes with guaranteed emotional whiplash | customize your rose here -> hurt/comfort prompts! (please only use the first set of prompts on that post)

➺ 🪷 you've picked the laughing lotus! this flower is for the ones who love their friends and family as much as their loved one, it's great to give them a flower for a chance as well, and great for a little laugh. this flower has many different possibilities but all include the same level of platonic-ness | customize your lotus here -> platonic prompts

➺ 🌷you've picked the trustworthy tulip! this flower is for the ones who are my dearest friends, my favorite people, my mutals. this is for mutals and mutuals alone. tulips are classic and can always be relied on to be good, but they do come in all different forms and colors, so choose wisely which one you pick. this flower comes with a full length fic of your choosing (who it's with, what it's about, etc.) one per mutual and you must have anon off to be able to request this.

➺ 💐 you've picked the buttload bouquet! these flowers are for the one's who just simply cannot choose which one is the best. please choose f1 or hockey (and people you definitely want to be included), and then choose what you want them to react to (you getting injured, you surprising them, you stealing their sweatshirt, etc.) or something short and sweet you want them to do (cuddling after a long day, self-care/princess treatment, what they would do after a date, etc.) see below for more detail

✎ WHO I WRITE FOR AS OF NOW/BUTTLOAD BOUQUET ⇘ : :

➺ for the buttload bouquet if you're confused as to who i already write for and want to know if your person/people are already on here. like stated in the above, please include if there is someone you definitely want me to write for!

➺ just because they are listed here doesn't mean I'm going to write them in the buttload bouquet, i am only going to write for those who are stated explicitly and a few of my other favorites/main ones i write for

➺ hockey: connor bedard, landon slaggert, kevin korchinski, alex vlasic, lukas reichel, nico hischier, jack hughes, luke hughes, john marino, dawson mercer, trevor zegras, jamie drysdale, cole caufield, juraj slafkovsky, quinn hughes, alex turcotte, moritz seider, mitch marner, matthew knies, mathew tkachuk, mathew barzal, adam fantilli

➺ f1: charles leclerc, max verstappen, lando norris, oscar piastri, logan sargeant, carlos sainz (also ollie bearman and arthur leclerc ofc)

✎ OTHER PROMPTS ⇘ : :

i'll keep you safe || master prompt list

#nhl #hockey #jack hughes #luke hughes #quinn hughes #connor bedard #nico hischier #john marino #trevor zegras #jamie drysdale #cole caufield #juraj slafkovsky #adam fantilli #moritz seider #mitch marner #mathew barzal #charles leclerc #max verstappen #lando norris #oscar piastri #logan sargeant #carlos sainz #f1 #nhl imagine #f1 x reader #╰┈➤ ❝ [sunny's 1k flowers] ❞

[ilyasorokinn]

hey could you write something for Mo where he’s sick and feels bad that reader is taking care of him, just a big ol baby lol

MEDICINE

mo was sick. he only had a common cold, but you'd have thought he had the flu with the way he was acting, "just take the dang medicine, mo. it'll make you better." you sighed, attempting for the third time to get mo to take the medicine.

"no." he pouted like a petulant child.

"it's not poison. it'll make you feel better." he stared at you defiantly, "all right, if you want to feel worse." you raised your hands in surrender.

"where you going?"

"well, i have some work to do."

"no, stay."

"will you take the medicine?" you asked.

he pouted, "fine."

you smiled but handed him the small cup of medicine. he gulped it down easily, then grabbed the glass of water on the table to wash it down.

a few hours later, mo was passed out. so, when you snuck back into the living room to get some work done. you managed to get some work done before mo was trudging down the hallway, a blanket wrapped around his entire body as he rubbed his head, "what're you doing out of bed?"

"you weren't there."

"geez, even sick you're whiney." he glared, "i'm almost done. i'll be back soon. go back to bed."

"promise?"

"i promise." you nodded.

after his second nap, you decided to start some dinner. chicken noodle soup, a classic. once again, mo trudged down the hallway towards the kitchen, squinting his eyes at the lighting change.

"what're you making?"

"chicken noodle soup." you smiled, stirring the pot.

"thank you for taking care of me. even if i was a pain."

"you would do the same for me." you smiled.

#moritz seider imagine #moritz seider imagines #moritz seider x reader #moritz seider fic #moritz seider blurbs #moritz seider #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #nhl fic #nhl blurbs #nhl #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #hockey fic #hockey #hockey blurbs #detroit red wings imagine #detroit red wings imagines #detroit red wings blurbs #detroit red wings fic #detroit red wings #taylor writes #taylor's blurbs #taylor writes: hockey

[zackcollins]

ok i feel like moritz seider would be a really good bf and he would be super supportive if his boyfriend wanted to come out and would maybe even encourage it and really like the idea of coming out with his bf

Alright!! Here it is! I hope I did a well enough job, anon.

Liebling = darling

“Mo?” You said hesitantly, leaning against the door frame. “There was something I wanted to talk to you about.”

Moritz looked up from his laptop and ran a hand through his hair, sighing. “Of course, liebling. There’s always another time to review game tapes.” He smiled.

You smiled weakly as you walked across the room to sit beside Moritz on the couch. Moritz shut his laptop before turning to face where you had sat down. He held his arms out; you accepted the invitation, moving into your boyfriend’s arms. Moritz guided your head down into his chest and started carding his fingers through your hair. You hummed and pressed a kiss above Moritz’s heart.

“What was it that you wanted, liebling?” Moritz mumbled into your scalp.

You sighed before pressing another kiss above Moritz’s heart. “What would you think about coming out?”

“Yes.”

“Yes? You aren’t concerned about backlash?”

Moritz sighed and pulled you back. He lifted your head so that you were looking eye-to-eye. You noticed that he looked confident, almost alarmingly so. He also showed the smallest look of adoration in his eyes. If you hadn’t been dating for as long as you had, you were positive that you would’ve missed it.

“Why would I be concerned?” Moritz smiled. “If it goes well, it goes well. If it doesn’t, you’re more than enough to keep me happy, liebling.”

You felt your cheeks heat up and your eyes dampen slightly. Moritz’s expression softened as he used the pads of his thumbs to wipe the tears away from the corners of your eyes. You leaned into the touch and dropped your forehead against Moritz’s forehead. Moritz pressed a soft kiss to the tip of your nose and used a finger to brush some hair behind your ear. You sighed happily as you pushed Moritz backwards on the couch. Moritz smirked but willingly followed your command. When he was laid out with his back against the cushions, you curled up on his chest. Moritz wrapped his arms around you, running his hands softly across your back. You hummed happily as you wiggled around a little bit to get more comfortable. When you were satisfied, you closed your eyes.

Moritz pressed a kiss to the top of your head as he grabbed his phone from the coffee table. He took a quick picture of you curled on his chest and uploaded it to Instagram. Before he placed his phone back where it had been, he showed you the caption he had written. Your entire body lit up with heat as you mumbled your agreement. Mortiz smiled softly as he carded his fingers through your hair. You squeezed your boyfriend tightly, mumbling sweet nothings in a mix of German and English over his heart. Moritz sighed happily before he placed a kiss to the top of your head.

The last thing you remembered before falling asleep was the feeling of Moritz softly carding his fingers through your hair. That and having an internal smile from the caption Moritz had written on his Instagram post.

That moment when your boyfriend falls asleep on your chest #couplegoals

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[this-is-ally-and-im-confused]

10 quirks of dating Moritz Seider

A/n I see a constant lack in Mo content on this app! So I think I'll start posting for him! Thanks to @snugglyducklingbrewhouse for some ideas <3

Taglist: @hugheshugs @hockeyboysarehot @oowenspower @owenpwr @quietblues @nucksgal03 join the taglist!

•This boy sleep talks, often. The number of times you've been woken up to German ramblings, it's immeasurable. When he does wake you up, he always apologizes. But you never tease him too long. The videos you capture and send to his teammates cause teasing enough for the poor boy.

•Mo has playlists based off of colours. He swears that the colour yellow reflects his happy mood. He also swears that naming playlists after colours is the absolute best way to organize playlists. (yes the playlist “yellow” includes the songs barbiegirl and WAP)

•Mo is usually the last one home at night. So he has a routine of pouring himself and you a cup of tea, going around making sure windows/doors are locked (to keep his girl safe, he insists.), and putting on a sleep playlist.

•Bowties are gifted every holiday, major win, and anniversary. He gifts you German coffee and sweets (which he steals).

•This boy is a literal ray of sunshine. You have only seen him sad a handful of times. But when Mo is sad he needs plenty of quality time and physical touch. He also does love a few good words of affirmation. So he's not the hardest person to snap out of sadness, but he does appreciate your help.

•He has taught you to skate many times. Every time he swears that you are getting better and that you'll replace him on the team one day. You know that he is lying but it's hard to resist melting at his kind words and gorgeous smile.

•Weekly facetime calls with his family are a must. Most of all, you have to be included. you were quickly adopted into the Seider family. So the calls would just feel wrong without you!

•Mo always rests his arm on the top of your head. Just to remind you that he’s massive compared to you. He also leaves soft kisses on the crown of your head while he stands behind you. You get to lean back on him and his arms engulf you in warmth.

•Speaking of warmth, Mo runs hot and you run cold. Making you the perfect match. After a tough workout, Mo runs up to you and begs you to put your cold hands on his back. When you do, he just sighs in relief. And when you need warming up. Well, you are in luck. Mainly because you have Hot Seider waiting to give warm hugs and kisses.

•Life with Mo is never boring. He's been called the life of the party by all his teammates. He has an incredible laugh and smile. Most of all, he's talented in making you feel like the most special girl in the world. He's protective, kind, and a gentleman. Mo is also ready to give all of his love to his person. He is just happy that you are his person.

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[thatsdemko]

who I write for

a/n: this list is subject to change! please note that if your favorite player is NOT on this list do not hesitate to ask if I am willing to write for them! this list is 100% subject to change!

NHL

- Nico hischier

- Mitch marner

- William nylander

- will Lockwood

- Dylan Larkin

- moritz seider

- lucas Raymond

- jack hughes

- Quinn Hughes

- mat barzal

-Casey mittelstadt

- Jakub vrana

- Thomas Bordeleau

- josh norris

-Kirby dach

- k’andre miller

- David pastrnak

- Nick blankenburg

- Alex turcotte

- Charlie mcavoy

- jamie Drysdale

- Nolan moyle

- Connor bedard

- Matthew knies

NFL

- joe burrow

- rob gronkowski

- travis kelce

- Patrick mahomes

SOCCER(football)

- Christian pulisic

- Mason mount

- joão felix

- Benjamin pavard

- pedri

- ben chilwell

- gavi

NBA

- killian hayes

- josh giddey

- Tyler herro

- cade cunningham

- jayson tatum

- blake griffin

F1

- charles leclerc

- pierre gasly

- George Russell

- carlos sainz

- lando norris

- nyck de vries (unemployed but still will write)

- daniel ricciardo

- yuki tsudona

- lewis hamilton

- mick Schumacher

- Arthur leclerc (f2)

- Toto wolff(team principal)

- oscar piastri

-Lance stroll

- max verstappen

- Liam Lawson (f2)

INDY 500

- pato o’ward

- David malukas

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[catboygretzky]

back at it again with the nhl bad imagines i guess

anyway be the first person to follow me on twitter @ @nhlimagines

#nhl imagine #tyson jost #connor mcdavid #cale makar #moritz seider #jack hughes #trevor zegras #colorado avalanche #edmonton oilers #detroit red wings #new jersey devils #avs #drw #devs #anaheim #oilers #bad nhl imagines #my imagines

[just-dino-maggie]

I don't even know of this is a good idea, but something where Roomate! Moritz comes back from a hard day at practice and you just help him relax, talk to him, take care of him, where you get him a bath and kiss him all over the face until he smiles. With prompts 1&11. Maybe you have feelings but anyone has confessed yet. Thank you!!!

Thank you so much for the request! I love Mo so I hope this turns out well!

1.) Cradling their face in your hands and softly kissing their forehead

11.) Washing their hair

I never thought I would be roommates with the star defenseman of an NHL team. A family friend of mine is a trainer for the Red Wings. He knew I had an open room in a nice apartment by Little Caesar’s Arena so he asked if Mo could say with me his rookie year.

I said yes because I owed him a favor and I needed someone to split the rent with. It was a win-win.

In the beginning it was hard to get to know Mo. There was a language barrier and he was kinda shy with me. After a while he really opened up to me and now he’s my best friend. The only downside is the feelings I have for him because I can’t tell if he feels the same way.

Mo walks through the door after practice today with an odd look on his face. He looks solemn and hurt. “Hey what’s wrong?” I ask, walking up to him and wrapping my arms around him.

“Bad day.” He whispers into my neck. I ignore the goose bumps and kiss him on the forehead.

I hug him tighter, “What do you want to do today to feel better?” I release him so I can see his face while I talk to him.

“I don’t know. I stink and I’m in a bad mood. Are you sure you want to hang out with me?” He has the cutest grumpy look on his face.

“Yes I’m sure, I always want to hang out with you. But maybe you should take a bath first.” He scowls, “I can help you.” Then he smiles.

I start the water in the tub and grab some things from the closet while he undresses and gets in. When I enter the bathroom I make sure to keep my eyes on his face no matter how badly they want to wander.

He still has the grumpy look on his face and I can’t help but smile at it. “What can I do to make Moritz Seider smile?” I say aloud in stupid voice making his lips twitch. I start kissing his forehead and his hair aggressively and I can hear him chuckle.

“Stop, I’m all sweaty. It will ruin your lips.” He says pushing me away.

I blush, “Why are you concerned about my lips and where they go?” I joke happy to see a smile on his face.

“I like your lips,” he mumbles.

I go quiet for a little bit. I wash his hair while I process the words I just heard. His hair is long, thick, and curly. It requires a lot of attention so I’m taking my time. I can feel his gaze on me and it’s becoming hard to think.

“I like more then just your lips.” He says causing my breath to hitch, “I like you.”

“I would hope so,” I say trying to make it more lighthearted. “We’re best friends right?”

He sighs, “Y/n you know what I mean.” He searches my eyes, “I have feelings for you.”

I stay silent for a little bit then I admit, “I have feelings for you too. I have for a little while, I’m afraid that I’m dreaming this.” I can see him relax and smile.

He leans in and whispers, “You’re not dreaming.” Then his lips collide with mine for the first time. They belong on his. We belong together. He pulls me into the bath with him, clothes and all. I don’t even care because it’s perfect.

He is perfect.

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[sunflower-lilac42]

✧ 𝐏𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 | moritz seider ♔

summary: when y/n finally gets to see her boyfriend, she has a hard time sleeping. but luckily for her, her boyfriend is great at putting her to sleep

warnings: sleeping problems

notes: this is mostly for cait, i won't lie. that's it, those are my notes. sorry if this is actual trash and short, i have had like no motivation to write recently | add yourself to the taglist ➺ taglist!

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Inspiration always hit her in the middle of the night. It had been a rough past couple of days, her sleep schedule was thrown off and her work seemed like it was never ending even though everything was pretty much all said and done. 

It was the middle of the night and she was laying in bed next to Mo, he was sleeping soundly, one of his arms thrown haphazardly around her waist as it gripped ever so slightly making sure she wouldn’t go anywhere. 

She, however, was unable to go to sleep. Her mind was racing a million miles an hour with thought after thought after thought. It was the first time she was able to see Moritz this season, she was too busy with school to make it to a game but now she was in his apartment with him. 

Her idea had been brilliant, one of the best ones she had come up with in a while. and with her luck, inspiration and motivation had struck her. She carefully maneuvered herself out from underneath carlos’ grasp and made her way into the kitchen, making a pot of coffee before she set up her laptop on the counter and pulled up a chair to sit down.

She opened her laptop and immediately got to work doing whatever her imagination had brought her too at this time of night. She put a movie on her phone to keep her entertained in order to not fall asleep in case the coffee didn’t do its job. She jumped slightly when she felt a hand rest on her shoulder, practically ripping her earbuds out of her ears.

“Schatz, what are you doing up this late?”

She looked at him sheepishly knowing how much Mo cared about her and her health, especially since he wasn’t around 24/7 to watch and take care of her. She flicked her eyes between her computer screen and Mo before answering, “I had a really good idea.”

Moritz quirked an eyebrow and looked over to the clock on the oven, “At two thirty in the morning?”

She nodded, slightly dismissing the fact that she had had a total of six hours of sleep in the past three nights. However, Moritz didn’t know. He only thought that tonight was rough for her, but he should’ve noticed the signs.

The way her eyes had the darkest circles under them known to mankind, the way she would fall asleep whenever her brain wasn’t actively working, the way she only worked well at night, the way she would always be up after his games. This wasn’t an uncommon thing for the girl, or Moritz, to experience. The two were very well informed of these things happening, Mo doing all he could to help her get back on schedule despite his own busy life.

He picked her up, sitting himself down on the chair and then her on his lap. He wrapped his arms around her waist and waited for her to say something. She continued staring at the screen, no words being said. she reached for her computer and started typing away but Mo pulled her back, his arms restricting her movement. she groaned and leaned back, placing her hands on his forearms, “What?”

“Come to bed, Schön.” he placed light kisses in the crook of her neck, tickling her softly.

“I gotta get this out otherwise I'm going to forget.”

“But you need sleep, my love.” 

She turned so she was sitting sideways on his hand and lying her head on his shoulder. She traced shapes onto his chest and she looked dazed a little. His left hand now ran up and down her calf, as his right one played with the ends of her hair that lay against her back. He knew there was something wrong by the way her eyes looked, unfocused and glossed over.

“What’s wrong, y/n?”

She looked up at him and blinked before shaking her head. Nothing was wrong besides the fact that she couldn’t sleep and that she was tired, which he already knew. He frowned a bit, lifting his hand to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. She smiled at him and leaned more into him, thinking about how great it felt to be there with him at that moment. 

His hand returned to its previous position, now rubbing circles into her thigh with his thumb. She had pants on so she didn’t feel it all that well, but she could tell that it was there. THe two stayed silent, both of them not knowing what to say anymore. He could see she was starting to fall asleep, her eyes closing every so often before opening back up, “Let's go to bed schatz.”

“Just let me finish this one last thing-” She reached for her laptop but once again he pulled her back into his lap and then picked her up, carrying her to the bed. 

She protested but gave up within a few seconds as she recognized how comfy she was in his arms. He laid her down on the bed and crawled in next to her, rewrapping his arms around her. She snuggled into him, glad to be back in bed despite losing her idea. He smiled down at her as her head nuzzled into his chest. Her one hand reached up to run through his hair, getting slightly caught within the tangles.

“You gotta brush your hair, baby.”

Her words were mumbled but he was able to make them out, chuckling in result, “Oh really?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, that’s something we can deal with in the morning.” 

“‘Kay.”

It was two minutes later when he felt her hand stop and when he looked down at her again, she was sleeping. This was something they would talk about in the morning but as of now it was Mo 8 and sleep 0.

𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

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[ilyasorokinn]

i think your still taking requests so anything with soft with moritz seider (i found a new hockey boy lol)

BRUISER SEIDER

we (me) were in a podcast mood.

"now, onto the part everyone has been so patiently waiting for." you laughed, "do you mind talking about your relationship?"

"no, not at all." you shook your head, "i know a lot of people found me through moritz, but i know even more people knew me before i started dating him."

"is that a question you get asked a lot? about what it's like dating a pro athlete?"

"one of the top 3, easily."

"really?"

"oh, yeah. it's not the most normal lifestyle and people are curious. i try to answer the question the best i can, but i guess the easiest way to describe it is, it's honestly the best thing ever. getting to see the person i love getting to do the thing he loves every night. it's hard, like every relationship, but it's so rewarding in the end."

"did you go into this relationship knowing anything about hockey?"

both girls laughed when you shook your head, "not at all. i'm from a house of baseball fans."

"what'd your parents think when you brought him a hockey player?"

"i thought my dad was gonna disown me, all jokes aside. but he was the coolest. it was my brother that gave mo a hard time." you laughed.

"i saw, on your instagram, that you guys adopted your first dog together."

"yeah, little bruiser." you laughed, "i showed him legally blonde the night before, and that's how the name bruiser was born."

"oh, my god, i love that." they laughed.

"what kinda dog are they?"

"i wanted a chihuahua so i could live out my elle woods dream, but he wouldn't let me. so, instead, we have a boxer, which is like the complete opposite of bruiser woods, but i love him."

"i love talking to you, and i could honestly talk with you for hours."

"you'll have to come on my pod sometime soon and i'll introduce you to bruiser." you smiled.

"definitely." they both nodded.

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