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The Long Run | Roope Hintz & Miro Heiskanen

summary: when your brother leaves you unattended you end up at home with his teammates.

kinkmas: day one (threesome)

warnings: sexual themes, p in v (unprotected!), oral (m receiving!), spanking, swearing, degradation (mild!), swearing.

word count: 3.55k

authors note: we are kicking off kinkmas big and bold with a threesome. I’m gonna thank @itsnotgray for putting up with this and I hope it lived up to your expectations too! if you want to see the rest of the kinkmas masterlist you can find it all here!

The team Christmas party was always one to remember.

As Tyler’s younger sister you managed to score yourself an invite as you were in Dallas and Kate refused to let you spend the evening alone. The majority of the boys knew you well, you had been there for your brother through everything and when he got traded it was weirdly comforting even if you lived on the opposite side of the state.

For the most part the boys were good to you, little Seguin as they preferred to call you. Some cared enough to take an interest in your life too whilst others just sent you a nod, happy to see that you showed up. Then there were the last two of his teammates Miro Heiskanen and Roope Hintz, aka the unreadables. You weren’t sure how they felt about your presence as they’d just stare at you before they’d say a few phrases in Finnish before they’d leave you there just as confused as before they arrived.

Tonight was no different as the duo stood in the corner swirling their drinks as their eyes didn’t leave you. Maybe it was the fact that you had lost track of how much champagne you had drank two hours ago but you chugged the rest of your drink before you slammed it onto the countertop.

The boys smirked as they watched your red dress cling to your body as your tanned legs walked over to them “hey princess.” Miro smirked at the way your crossed your arms and stared up at them “you wanna tell me why you keep on staring at me?” You cocked your head making their smirks double in size as you were now falling into their game.

Roope smiled “you look real pretty tonight kid.” The compliment made your cheeks turn red as your strong facade quickly turned soft “I do?” You mumbled dropping your hands to your sides “don’t you think so Miro?” He elbowed the younger boy who had been staring.

It was your turn to smirk as you noticed his eyes hanging over the line of your breasts “really do.” Miro nodded as his eyes locked with yours “y/n c’mere!” Tyler called out making you roll your eyes.

Your brother stood in the middle of the room as he ushered you over telling Joel all about what you had gotten up to this year “that’s my cue boys.” You sent them a salute before you made your way over to your brother finding comfort under his arm.

That’s were you spent the majority of the rest of the night capturing the occasional glance from both Finnish boys. It made you laugh as you would do nothing more than send a smirk back in their direction “if you’ll excuse me.” Your voice was soft as you headed towards the bathroom “you enjoying his company?” Wyatt had started talking to you a little over ten minutes ago and as his crush on you was clear you let him made the advances that he seemed to want so badly.

You smirked as you looked at Roope who was leaning against the wall “you getting jealous?” You asked as you walked over to him nearly shutting the gap between you both “why should I be when you’re stood looking at me?” Roope stood up straight making the difference in height between you both larger.

It made your once amused expression turn to a scoff “I’m only here to go to the bathroom.” You mumbled tucking your hair behind your face “it’s over there princess.” Roope pointed to the door behind you as he smiled “I knew that.” You mumbled rolling your eyes as you turned around to head to the bathroom.

Staring at yourself in the mirror you brought your hands through your hair as you thought about how Roope looked at you “fuck me.” You grumbled seeing the panty line that had formed in your dress.

For you it didn’t take long to decide to strip out of your white thong as you bunched it in your hand letting a smirk form on your face as you opened the door up to see Roope in the same spot that he had been before you left “didn’t take you long.” Roope smiled as he crossed his arms watching you come back over to him “I was gonna ask you to hold something for me.” Maybe it was the alcohol in your system but as Roope held his hand out to you dropped your panties into it.

His eyes went wide as he realised what they were “you’re playing a dangerous game princess.” Roope warned seeing clenching his hand “just wanted someone to hold them f’me to surprise Wy.” You lied through your teeth smiling as you wanted a reaction from him. This was truly you making the best out of your unfortunate dress choice “you’re gonna send me to an early grave Seguin.” He groaned making you laugh “maybe that’s all I wanted to do.” You smirked leaning forward to press a kiss against his cheek as your hands ran up his shirt “herra pelasta minut.” Roope mumbled to himself as he watched you walk off back into the party leaving your panties in his hand before he shoved them into his pants pocket.

You managed to avoid him as you stuck with Miro now flirting with the boy “do you really have to go?” People begin leaving the party and it was now the Finnish boys turns “don’t you want to go to Wyatt?” Miro teased as you Roope stood behind you both “you two are never gonna let me hear the end of that are you?” You laughed as you shook your head standing in the corner with the two Finnish boys as they grabbed their coats.

Roope shook his head “was gonna ask if you were sure you wanted to stay with him?” Wyatt stood smiling as he saw you with the boys “I think we could have a great night.” You nodded with a smirk hinting to him about the conversation you had earlier in the night “I could give you a reason to never wear those panties ever again.” Roope’s voice was rough as his breath fanned against the shell of your ear.

Miro watched the conversation unfold as your eyes sparkled “both of you?” It was something that never came across your mind “you want both of us pretty girl?” Miro spoke up again making you nod “then let’s get you out of here before Tyler notices that you’re gone.” Roope took his jacket off as he slid it over your shoulders even as the Dallas winter weather wasn’t that cold.

They were quick to usher you into their Uber leaving you in the middle of the two boys as you all piled into the back of the car “you’re so fucking beautiful.” Miro ran his hand over your knee as you turned to him with a smile “how pretty?” Your tongue ran over your lower lip causing his other hand to cup your cheek.

As his lips went to yours Roope couldn’t help but feel himself grow jealous. The older Fin brushed your hair behind your neck so he could kiss below your ear “be a good girl.” He mumbled softly nibbling at your lobe.

It made you moan against Miro as both boys found their hands on your body. The Uber driver couldn’t help but look to the rear view mirror as it almost seemed the start of a porno. The way your fingers were brought to your lips as you could still feel Miro’s on yours was enough to make both boys feel this sense of bliss.

Roope was grateful that he had put his house into the drop off location as Miros house was another fifteen minutes away “we are close.” You clenched at the drivers words as both hockey players began nipping at your neck “t-thanks sir.” You stammered as your hands went to Roope’s hair tugging at the ends.

The boys got you out of the car quicker than you had gotten into it as Roope pulled out a hundred dollar note from his pocket leaving it as a tip for the driver. You three made it to the door in time for Miro to push you against the wall “is this what you wanted all along princess?” He asked as his thumb drew circles against the end of dress brushing against your thigh “yes M.” You whimpered as you watched Roope fish through his pocket’s quick to grab his keys as he unlocked the door “c’mon you two.”

You gasped as you walked into Roope’s house smiling as he turned on the lights. It was a bold move from you as you reached back to undo the zipper of your dress “Hani don’t you dare.” Roope warned making you smirk as you moved to grab at the straps of your dress.

As the straps came down so did your dress and both boys swore that they forgot how to breathe in that moment “come and get me boys.” Your voice was soft as you spun around and stepped out of your dress and began walking up the stairs.

Your bare ass made them melt as they watched you reach to unclip your bra before it joined the trail of clothes that were on the stairs finally prompting the boys to follow you as Roope took the first step closer to you “you’re playing a fine line Seguin.” He warned watching you smirk as you got to the top of the steps “come make me pay then.” Both boys were going to truly make you regret that statement.

The first memory you had of Roope’s bedroom was how your knees were pressed against his mattress “what are we gonna do with her?” Miro asked as you propped yourself up on your elbows “come get a taste M.” You smirked spreading your legs giving him a view of your soaked cunt.

Roope shook his head stopping in the boy from following your requests “you think you could get away with how you’ve acted all night?” The older of the two boys laughed “turn around and get on your knees.” He ordered making you comply as you stared at the mirrors that lined the other wall of his room.

Miro walked to the other side of the bed as he smirked at you “think it’s about time we finally shut these pretty lips up.” Miro suggested as he brushed his fingers along your jaw “baby you want his cock?” Roope was far more unfiltered as he grabbed at your hips “fuck me like you would one of those puck bunnies.” You watched how Miros groaned hearing those vulgar words leave your lips.

When you spoke to him like that Miro couldn’t deny you of that request as he undid the zip of his pants letting the bulge show causing your mouth to salivate “you want this?” Miro asked with a smirk as he watched his teammate raise his hand to slap your ass “fuck!” Your moan was cut off as Miro slid his cock into your mouth.

His head dropped forward as his hands gripped at your hair “how many do we think she deserves?” Roope soothed the area of skin as he let out a dry laugh “two for each hour she fucking decided to tease us for.” Miro stared down as you batted your eyelashes looking back up at him “what do we think that Tyler would feel seeing his sister like this?” Roope asked as he slapped your ass again gripping at the piece of skin.

You moaned as your hands found themselves on Miros thighs as you swirled your tongue around his cock “watching your mascara run down those pretty cheeks?” Miro grunted forcing your head to take more of his cock as you breathed through your nostrils as Roope slapped your ass for the fifth time.

The area was tender as Roope finally moved his attention to where you wanted it as his fingers ran over your slit “she liked this.” Miro felt himself begin to start fucking your face as your throat constricted around his cock. It made Roope laugh “yeah cause she’s our dirty little puck bunny ain’t she?” Thinking about the words you once used made your cunt clench as Roope thrusted his fingers into your core “such a wet girl.” He cooed making you whine.

Those sensations made Miro grunt “fuck baby I’m gonna come.” He moaned as he grew close “gonna swallow all of it?” Miro’s question made you moan as Roope teased your clit.

Your head bobbed his cock as your lips were tight around it “d-don’t stop.” You might as well been a starved woman as you hollowed your cheeks out milking his cock as Miro came “shit baby right there!” Miro’s grip on your hair loosened as his warm release coated the inside of your mouth.

As he pulled out a string of his come landed on your lower lip which Miro didn’t hesitate to wipe off with his thumb before he placed his calloused finger on your clit “swallow that and be a good girl for me.” His voice was soft as he began to move his finger in a circular motion. You let your tongue fall out of your mouth showing that you had listened to the younger boys request “look at you finally being a good girl for us.” Roope muttered as he pulled his fingers from your cunt making you whine “shut up and take what I give you.” He warned tilting your head up so he could give you your first kiss from him of the night.

Roope already felt his cock throb against his pants but tasting another man on your tongue made it grow more uncomfortable as it soon felt like he’d be losing a button on that pair “who do you want first?” In the midst of your horniness and desperateness to reach your first orgasm of the night maybe you didn’t notice that it was actually a trick question “you Roope.” You whimpered as Miro leaned down to kiss you.

You note how much softer he was than his older teammate as he pinched your chin “have her ride you.” Roope ordered making you pull away from Miro as you frowned “you want me then you better earn it princess.” The weight of the mattress dipped as Miro crouched onto it.

His hands brushed through your hair as your fingers went to his shirt so you could undo the buttons “eager little girl.” Roope smirked as he undid his shirt too.

The moment of how you landed up straddling Miro’s torso as Roope gripped his cock running his hand along the underside of it “wanna be a good girl?” Roope cooed as you nodded “get on him then.” Watching you grab Miro’s cock teasing your clit made all three of you moan “fuck!” You cried sinking down on his dick as his fingers helped guide your hips down.

Roope didn’t wait long to tap the head of his cock on your lips “open up.” His words were surprisingly soft as Miro let you adjust to his size “so big.” Your moan was muffled as Roope’s cut you off “this mouth is fucking dangerous.” He grunted tugging your hair at your scalp.

Miro began thrusting into your cunt as he lifted your hips up and down “you like us fucking you like this don’t you?” Roope laughed seeing your mascara smudge as your eyes watered “think she’s never been fucked like this before.” Miro’s cock throbbed from inside of you as your cunt clenched around him “such a tight little pussy.” His words made you moan around Roope’s cock as he reached out to lightly hit your clit.

Your hands gripped at Miro’s thighs as you began grinding in an attempt to create more friction “is that what you wanted?” Roope’s fingers tightened in your hair causing your eyes to lock onto his “for us to ruin you for every other boy in your life?” The older boy had to laugh at how you nodded “can’t hear you princess.” Roope was pushing you as he forced you to take more of his cock making your throat feel raw.

Tears clouded your eyes as you nodded “yes fuck!” The words came muffled as you choked on his cock “it’s too easy with you.” Miro and Roope seemed to bounce off of each other “this cunt is heaven.” Miro reminded you that he was behind you as your eyes fluttered.

The boys both grew closer to their highs as one watched your cunt swallow his cock and the other got to feel your tongue swirl around his “you see how good you make us feel?” Roope threw you off as his hand was soft against your cheek in clear contrast to the other that was still in your hair “letting us use you like this.” Your cunt clenched as you moaned feeling your skin feel like it was on fire “is this how you wanted us to be all along?” It was clear that there was a sense of teasing in his words but you still whined as your legs began to shake.

Miro grunted from behind you “think she’s close.” His fingers stayed on your clit pressing against the sensitive nub “you want to come?” You nodded making the boy slide his cock out of your mouth “fucking beg me for it then.” Roope watched as your hand replaced where your mouth once was.

You moaned as your lips fell open “fuck!” You gasped feeling Miro’s hand grab at your ass “that’s not good enough.” Roope grabbed at your jaw “please let me come.” You whined letting your lips form a pout “I’ll be yours I promise.” You begged locking your eyes with him.

Roope nodded sliding his cock back into your mouth “let her come.” All three of you felt yourselves growing closer to your eyes as the walls soaked up the sounds of your moans and the sounds of skin slapping “god milk my cock with your pretty little cunt.” Miro grunted as his eyes screwed shut.

Pleasure fell over the both of you as you came “keep using your pretty little mouth.” Roope cooed watching your face contort as your cunt clenched around his cock bringing his orgasm on “fucking hell!” Miro groaned as he dug his nails into your hips.

Your walls of your core were coated with his release “get her off and hold her legs up.” Roope ordered as both you and Miro slowed down trying to recover from your orgasms “gonna let me come on your cunt too?” Roope asked making you nod repeatedly.

Miro sat up as he had you lean against his back as his cock pressed against your back as he made your legs sit on either side of his “you want to be a good girl for us?” Miro’s voice was coarse as you watched Roope slip his cock out again before he wrapped his hand around it now getting himself to that high.

You moaned pressing your fingers against your clit as you mixed your and Miro’s releases over the area “always.” You cried as Miro pinched your nipples between his fingers “such a pretty girl.” Miro cooed kissing his lips against your shoulder.

Roope groaned “fuck I’m gonna make a mess.” His words made you chew at the inside of your cheek “shit Roo!” You moaned watching his cock spurt his warm release over your slit as you used your hands to spread the sides of your cunt open.

It made feel like you were on cloud nine as his cock pressed against your clit “want me to fuck this into you?” Roope laughed as you caught your lip between your teeth nodding “you’re right about this cunt.” Roope was bigger than Miro as he bottomed you out making you jump “fuck!” You swore as you were still sensitive.

Roope’s lips caught yours as he continued to slowly thrust his cock into your cunt “making sure this all stays in there pretty girl.” His words were husky as the boys kept you in there all night.

Weeks had gone by without seeing either boy in the same way again besides for the few smiles that were shared after games. Truthfully you thought that it was only going to be one night of fun. But as you stood there waiting for your timer to go off you couldn’t help but wonder seeing PREGNANT appear on the test, who the hell is the father?

#ambers kinkmas 2023 #miro heiskanen #roope hintz #Dallas star’s smut #nhl smut #nhl imagines #hockey smut #imagines #oneshots #hockey imagines #hockey imagine #nhl oneshot #nhl imagine #roope Hintz smut #Miro Heiskanen smut #amber writes fics

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oxfordslutphase · 2 months

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Tagged by the always lovely @eusuntgratie 😘 I've been plodding away for the past few weeks on my fic for @aroyallybigbangrwrb and now that we've officially been matched I can finally share a bit of it.

In this universe, Alex and Henry are ⭐️ Porn Stars ⭐️ because I've always wanted to write a silly porn AU. Please pray for me and my search history. Completed story coming in May or June!

If she said anything else, Alex didn’t hear it. All he could hear was one name, over and over again in Mina’s smokey voice: James Austen—otherwise known as Henry Fox. The sharp thorn in the tender crack of Alex’s freshly waxed ass. Henry was a porn industry darling. With his tall, athletic body and his meticulously kept blonde hair and his sinfully pink mouth. The crown prince of gay porn, some podcast host had called him once. Or he had been, that is, until he’d announced a dramatic retirement from the industry and fucked off to god knows where. Probably some remote village in England filled entirely with self-righteous, wealthy snobs. Alex had almost succeeded in forgetting about him over the past few years. So much for that. “Fuck yeah,” Diego groaned, his head thunking back against the wall of mirrors. “When I say I’ve never been blown so spectacularly—” Nora reached across Alex’s frozen body and smacked Diego’s cheek, laughing. “Shut the fuck up, you pig.” “C’mon!” Diego protested. “I’m serious! Alex can back me up on this, can’t you buddy?” Alex would love to be able to say that he didn’t know just how good Henry was in bed. That he’d never thumbed across the man’s spit-slicked cupid's bow and then come (embarrassingly quickly) all over his waiting tongue under the harsh glare of studio lights. “Sure,” he hedged. “Pity he’s such an entitled asshole, I guess.”

Open tag for anyone who wants to share, but also no pressure tagging @firenati0n, @sparklepocalypse, @hypnostheory, @anincompletelist, @orchidscript, @nocoastposts

#roux writes #wip wednesday #rwrb fic #cornstarch au #(name lovingly coined by autocorrect and roop—thank u pal)

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starscelly · 1 year

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hi to roope's tongue

sea@dal 5.4.23 | round 2

#what are you doing my girl #the little flick of it at the beginning? VERY lizard of him #hes just feeling silly goofy i suppose #adding this to the tyler roope comparison essay (writing emoji)#dallas stars #stars lb #cel gifs #roope hintz #scp23

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moregraceful · 8 months

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I have posted 64 hrpf works...I should do something when I hit 69 lmao. Like how the y/n girlies do little celebrations when they hit follower counts? A kasper moregraceful celebration of an arbitrary milestone

#the celebration is i leave hrpf fandom lol #and finally know peace in my life #JK WE LIVE DELICIOUSLY #the celebration is i look how i have spent my one wild and precious life #and write some weird fic #who am i kidding yo i am gonna forget and it's going to be like fic abt the oldest man on the planet and a cuda rookie #the celebration is i finish the fic i promised people last year #[staring at the jani/roope fic in the eye so as not to show fear] i am not afraid to keep on living...#i'm posting a lot but today my tasks are a) clean the living room and dining room and b) come up with prompts for 4th line grind fest #and c) do a bunch of work for a fellowship cohort i am facilitating this fall #i don't want to clean and i don't feel creative and i forget why i didn't want to do the other one but it's probably bc i had an anxiety #dream abt it #dude i had an insane dream abt george springer recently and it was like...ok kasper is this is a symptom of something #are you well? like are we good here or-#i mean really what can i say about george springer. he's so [foghorn]#fresno oiler.txt #i feel like there was a point to this post but idk what it was....sorry

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hischierlovebot · 6 months

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Remember the Halloween fic I kept talking about? It's this one

#my writing #val writes #hrpf #hockey rpf #wyatt/roope

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laurenairay · 1 year

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Maybe a blurb about forehead kisses with Roope? Please 💜. Congrats!

Thank you for requesting Roope! Feels like I haven’t written for him in ages hah. I hope you enjoy this because I got a little carried away!

The first time Roope Hintz kissed your forehead, he was drunk out of his head and stumbling to the front door, leaning most of his body weight on poor Esa. The party tonight had been a little wilder than you’d expected, drinks flowing, shots poured left right and centre, and the music pounding throughout the house – and clearly Roope had indulged pretty heavily by the way his head was flopped onto Esa’s shoulder.

“Do you want me to open the door for you?” you mused, tugging on your own jacket.

“Thanks, yes, that would be great. It’s hard enough carrying this idiot,” Esa laughed.

“I’m not an idiot. I’m fine,” Roope grumbled, slurring as he lifted his head.

Oh wow. He really was three sheets to the wind.

“Looking good Roope,” you teased.

Esa just laughed harder as Roope pouted.

“I always look good,” Roope insisted.

Sadly, that was incredible true – but that wasn’t something you were going to admit out loud. Instead you just rolled your eyes fondly and opened the front door for them, Esa gripping onto Roope a bit tighter as he started to move them out the house.

“Wait!” Roope said suddenly.

“Wait for what?” Esa said dryly, raising an eyebrow.

Before Esa could stop him, Roope leaned dangerously over to you and grabbed your face between both hands, pressing a wet kiss to your forehead. The noise you made was barely human, your body frozen as your cheeks flooded with heat, Esa just cursing loudly.

“Thank you for opening the door for us!” Roope grinned, words barely audible with the slurring.

“Um, it’s okay?” you said hesitantly.

“I am so sorry,” Esa groaned.

You just waved him off, Roope mistakenly thinking it was for him and waving back at you. Bless his drunken heart. As Esa dragged him away, hissing about how drunkenly kissing girls wasn’t okay, you just smiled to yourself, still feeling the touch of his lips on your forehead.

The second time Roope Hintz kissed your forehead, you sit sitting on top of Miro’s kitchen counter. Today was just a casual lunch – Miro had thrown the get-together for a few friends, having called in catering for the meal so no-one had to cook, and it had been the most chilled afternoon, just hanging out with the people you loved most in Dallas. Of course, Esa had been keeping a wary eye on Roope since they got here, but Roope was mostly behaving himself today, matching the energy of the group. Esa was too protective for his own good.

But eventually the time came where people started drifting out, the evening calling them back to their own homes, and you were finishing off your bottle of water before making a move home yourself. It just happened to be that you were sitting by yourself when Roope walked into the kitchen.

“It was good to see you today, kulta,” Roope grinned, “Sorry I was so drunk last time I saw you.”

You tried to ignore how the term of endearment made you feel, and just smiled back at him.

“No harm done, everyone had fun right?” you shrugged.

“Still, I wouldn’t want to make an ass of myself in front of you – we’re good yeah?”

Bless him.

“We’re good, Roope,” you nodded.

His relieved smile made you laugh, earning another wide grin in return.

“Good,” he said, dramatically wiping his hand across his forehead as you laughed again, “I’ll see you soon yeah?”

At the next gathering? Sure, you’d be there. Why did he phrase it like that though?

But then Roope leaned forward, one hand coming up to cup the back of your head as he leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, leaving you sitting stunned as he stepped away again, a light blush on his pale cheeks. You watched in silence as he left the house, forehead tingling with his kiss just like before.

“Do I want to know?”

Shit. You flinched at the sound of Miro’s voice, turning your head to see him leaning against the entrance to the kitchen, arms folded with a smirk on his face. Brilliant. Just what you needed.

“It’s nothing,” you said simply, hoping the heat on your cheeks had faded enough by now.

“Uh huh,” Miro said, raising an eyebrow, “ESA!”

You scrambled to follow after him as he walked away.

The third time Roope Hintz kissed your forehead, you were waking up in his bed, his arms wrapped around your bare body. Everything had changed since that lunch at Miro’s, Roope acting so sweet and almost shy around you, to the point where Esa had taken pity on him and asked you out to dinner on Roope’s behalf. The embarrassed squawk Roope had let out was worth how flustered you felt yourself, but you had agreed to go out with Roope anyway, leaving your group of friends cheering and Roope looking like his birthday and Christmas had all come at once.

One thing led to another, and now here you were, blinking your eyes open to the weak morning light, smiling to yourself at the feeling of Roope’s bare chest pressing up against your back.

“Good morning kulta,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder, making you shiver.

“Good morning to you too,” you said softly, rolling over in his arms with a smile.

Roope smiled down at you, a fleeting glimpse of nerves melting away from his expression, making you relax into his arms. This intimacy, this private sweetness, was clearly just as new to him as it was to you, which made you feel a lot more on even footing with him, for once.

“How did you sleep?” he asked.

You bit your bottom lip to hide your silly smile as his fingers tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. He really was so sweet.

“Funny enough, I slept really well,” you teased, “It was probably something to do with the 6ft3 Finnish guy wrapped around me like an octopus.”

Roope just laughed, shrugging his acknowledgement, making you smile for real this time.

“Alright, I’ll give you that. Coffee?” he mused.

“I’d love some,” you nodded.

He grinned, ducking his head to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, before he let you go, standing up out the bed. You watched shamelessly as he walked naked out of his bedroom, Roope just sending you a wink over his shoulder as he shut the door behind himself, leaving you grinning to yourself in the comfort of his sheets.

#my writing #1.3k celebration #roope hintz blurb #roope hintz imagine

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eusuntgratie · 3 months

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inspiration weekend

tagged by @firenati0n who shared an incredible moodboard for their proposal au that i am extremely feral about <3

here have some random inspo related to the first two chapters of disaster, my messy rwrb rpf fic :)

tagging @bigassbowlingballhead @lostcol @matriayawrites @jbarneswilson @magicandarchery @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @getmehighonmagic @winderlylandchime

share a picture, a song, a moodboard, whatever you want related to a wip or an idea or a completed fic or just whatever you want!

#disaster #grace writes #inspiration weekend #thank you roop <3 #Spotify

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firenati0n · 3 days

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fic pride friday

yeah it's not friday idc idc thank you to @kiwiana-writes @anincompletelist @anchoredarchangel for the tags <3

Rules: Post your favourite line or passage from as many of your published works as you’d like. Let yourself feel proud of your creations! Tag as many people as you post snippets, so your fellow fic friends can be proud, too.

i only have 7 fics so I'm using snips from all of them...maybe this will motivate me...hoping it helps :)

snips below the cut so it's not a pain on your dash lol. also they're in order of posting, so if you haven't read something just scroll on by lol:

from our world, mine and his alone (the midnight train to go) aka cracky brain worm fic:

In a poorly executed non sequitur, he settled to comment on the first thing he could think of. Fatal error. Deep breath in. “By the way. Digging the cardigan, Henry. Very…” He rifled through his extensive vocab for literally any appropriate adjective. Refined? Boring. Professional? Practical, but also boring. “Very…?” Henry raised an eyebrow, long fingers wrapped around a cup of tea. Earl Grey, Henry had said a while ago, but Alex couldn't be sure. He had been terribly distracted by said fingers, wondering where else those fingers could— What Alex’s distracted, useless worms in his left temporal lobe decided to supply him with as a response was: “Slutty-English-Literature-professor core.” Alex was going to jump off the train. He was going to change his name. He was going to get a lobotomy, as a treat.

from An Amateur's Guide to Piping That Cream and Beating That Meat aka thirst trap tiktok au:

and my favorite part is the end when henry makes a bold ass move on alex through an old tiktok comment while he's sat across from him LMFAOOOO king shit:

from each time we touch / i wanna take too much aka fingers in mouths dreamy fic:

Eyes still closed, Henry kisses Alex's thumb, a soft touch, and Alex sucks in a sharp breath. He presses his thumb inside for a second, resting it on Henry's tongue. Henry's eyes open, slow and steady, and he grasps Alex's hand gently, pulling his thumb out and wrapping his long pale fingers around Alex's index and middle finger instead; pulls them into his mouth, closing his lips around Alex's digits. Alex lets out a stuttered gasp as he leans into the touch, his fingers sliding in a little deeper. The sound of his shaky exhale sits for a second, heavy in the silence. The air around them crackles. There's a weight on Alex's chest, pressing and pressing and pressing, until he can barely get a breath in or out within the inches of shared space between him and Henry. Henry swirls his tongue around Alex's fingers, and his eyes are clear as ever as they bore into Alex, a challenge. And who is Alex to deny him anything?

from keep me up all night / i wanna scratch your surface aka lovely prose all over fic:

Alex is determined to give him the world, even if it’s narrowed down to a strip of smooth skin just below Henry’s clavicle, a constellation of purple and red hues littered in places no one can see, in spots wandering eyes can’t reach. Alex’s heart pouring out of his mouth, sliding past his tongue and right onto Henry’s skin, the universe contained in Henry’s rib cage that protects the air they share in impassioned exhales and the heartbeat that intertwines with Alex’s when they’re like this; a sacred harmony of bodies and spaces. He’ll never tire of this.

and also this:

Alex does his worst, and then some; a reminder that they get to have this. It’s theirs, and it’s the universe in Henry’s ribcage, and it’s the moonlight reflected in Alex’s eyes, and it’s the world narrowed down to bruises on a pale canvas and bite marks on golden skin. Marks that they can run delicate fingertips over, press into with devotion; tucked away for safekeeping in the morning, their starkness harsh in the sunlight. There are no eyes worthy of Henry in the daytime.

from cause you're classic, and i'm reckless aka ryan gosling / rachel mcadams inspired actor au:

When Alex was called up for his award, he felt himself go right back to where he was on day one of rehearsals—transparent, with his heart on his sleeve and voice a little wobbly. Being recognized for his accomplishments felt so novel, so intense, so foreign. After fighting tooth and nail to proudly sport his biracial and bisexual identity, he was thrilled to be accepted for who he was, and told he was good enough for the masses, his intersectionality a standout and not something to hide; good enough for Henry as a costar, holding his own opposite an industry darling. He couldn’t keep the tremor out of his voice as he accepted his trophy, thanking everyone for their hard work on this movie, the studio for backing a movie about unapologetic queer love, and Henry for being his faithful guide and cheerleader in a new landscape for Alex, giving him space to be his authentic self free of judgment and fear of failure. He’s so, so grateful for this. He will never stop being grateful; after pouring his heart and soul into this movie, he got so much back in return, and then some. He’s completely rearranged, made up of brand new parts next to his old, rusty ones; a patchwork heart beating erratically yet earnestly, hands that have traversed new spaces and swaths of skin, people pouring themselves back into him and sanding down the rough parts, caressing the scared ones. Alex feels not just reborn, but also like the person he always was deep down, just waiting to have a chance to emerge with all his heart to show for it.

from who truly stuck the knife in first aka spy au aka sexually charged wrestling:

Alex averts his gaze, rolling onto his back to gaze at the cracks in the ceiling. The thing is. The thing is, Alex doesn’t know where the fuck to go from here. Between the barbs and the knives and the tension and the rolling around on the floor and the bed in a sexually frustrated heap, Alex didn’t take a second to consider he could have this, could have Henry in a way that mattered. Now that it's just within reach, he's scared it's going to slip away from his fingers and into the night if he holds on too tight, wants too much. He’s spared the need to respond by the sound of a crackle coming from Henry's laptop, then clothes rustling as someone groans. Manu’s bug is up and running, the man probably fielding a killer hangover and hazy memories of Alex and unbuttoned shirts and hands wrapped around throats. Alex clears his throat, scraping away any remnants of lingering affection. “Back to work, Foxy,” he says with a cheeky grin. Before he can help himself, though, he leans into Henry, planting a sweet kiss on his parted lips. Henry sighs into him, cupping his cheek with a tenderness Alex hasn't felt in a long while. He tastes like a future Alex dreams of having one day. For now, that's enough. It has to be.

from and all i can taste is this moment, and all i can breathe is your life aka angel!henry fic aka city of angels au with a happy ending:

Henry forges on, the words pouring out of him, spilling all over the cliffside for Alex to see. “It is a sin worth committing, a fruit worth eating—at least I’ll get to taste you. You will never be a lapse in my judgment. You are my salvation, through you I get to reclaim myself. Isn’t that beautiful, isn’t that everything you’ve taught me about life and love and humanity?” Alex gazes at him, mouth slightly agape, taking in Henry’s impassioned words. Alex has spent his life fighting for others, extending himself beyond his limits. Now it’s Henry’s turn. “Darling, I’ve spent years, centuries even, pondering the question of what makes you human, what sits in your core. After all this time, the answer is unchanging—it’s love. Love, and care, and the unflinching determination of the human condition. With this, with you, I’ve experienced the absolutely soul-crushing realization that our hearts are built to endure when you have hope.” Henry’s voice wavers a bit, but he presses forward, determined to make the words land. “You are my hope, the hope I never thought I’d get to have, the hope I never thought I deserved to keep. With you, I want to endure.”

xoxo roop

open tag but also some no pressure tags : @wordsofhoneydew @cha-melodius @cricketnationrise @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @whimsymanaged

@nontoxic-writes @alasse9 @ships-to-sail @leaves-of-laurelin @myheartalivewrites

@sherryvalli @ninzied @rmd-writes @suseagull04 @inexplicablymine

#tag game #fic pride friday #roop writes

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typical-simplelove · 2 years

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Roope Hintz. Prompt 45 " I bought this for you." Because let's face it. Roope has got one of the greatest style in hockey and who wouldn't want him to take us clothes shopping? P. S. I hope that you having a lovely week.

45. "I bought this for you. It's in your favorite color" with Roope Hintz

Claudia's Debut Season of Heartfirst Writing

He was sneaky. He was very sneaky, this man. Roope knew exactly what he was doing when he showed you the shirt. You often made fun of his clothing choices, so Roope put an effort into picking out crazy, wacky clothes just to elicit a reaction out of you.

"It's a Hawaiian shirt," Roope tells you when he notices the shocked look on your face.

"I can see that," you point out.

Most of the time, Hawaiian shirts are nice and aren't a sore sight for the eyes, but this one was hideous.

"I bought this for you," Roope continues. "It's in your favorite color."

You eye the shirt once again. "Huh."

"What?"

"That's something my weird uncle would wear to go fishing on Memorial Day weekend."

Roope throws his head back laughing. "Seriously?"

"Babe, I mean this in the nicest way possible, but the shirt is atrocious. I don't even want to know where you bought the shirt."

"A store," he mumbles, shaking his head. "It's fine. I'll just put it away and wear it some other time."

. . .

It was date night. You and Roope were planning on going to a "Movie Night Under the Stars" in a local park. You were wearing a nice top and jeans and paired it with a cardigan. Roope told you to get ready before he did. He quote, unquote wanted to surprise you with his outfit. You chuckled when he told you but did as he said.

When Roope walked out of his bedroom, he made you laugh out loud.

"Really?" you snort.

"You didn't want to wear it, so I'm going to wear it," Roope explains. "And, I don't plan on wearing a jacket, so everyone's going to see it."

Roope was wearing that hideous Hawaiian shirt, and he was going to rub in how much you disliked it.

"Is that so?" you question, a playful smile on your face.

"Yes, it is so."

"Well then don't complain if you get cold because I'm not going to give you my cardigan," you warn.

"Don't worry," Roope reassures. "As long as everyone sees my atrocious shirt, I'm good."

#claudia's debut season of heartfirst writing #claudia writes #roope hintz fic #roope hintz x reader #roope hintz imagine #hockey #hockey imagine #hockey fic #hockey writing #nhl fic #nhl blurb #nhl writing #op: 2022

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wyattjohnston · 2 years

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I’m quite literally 16k into a fic and I will get it finished but I can see the end and I just want it to be done 😭

#never mind that I had the change players when the fic was at 13k #so I’ve effectively written this Twice #it’s a Roope fic so I expect 3 people will be interested hahaha #demi writes stuff

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caixxa · 1 year

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Do I really want to break this good streak of not writing I have going on? Roope saying his best hockey memory is the 2016 junior worlds championship is putting me in some kind of feels that would fit the idea of a tiny fast-forward slice-of-life pwp thing in the do not film this universe so well. I had this really vivid image in my head for the scene, and a having competing working title ideas is really a cherry on top of a slow sweet sundae.

But: 1) not writing is good for me and 2) I promised myself that once I finished money shot I'm done, done, done with the AU.

#but yet #roope with grown confindence after discovering his /talent/ in the field #fic writing lb #kinda #fic ideas #idk who to talk to about this

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moregraceful · 10 months

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I love when I'm writing a comedy fic that I don't have an outline for, but which will not be too too short, and i hit a scene and it's like, okay from here we can just watch these chucklefucks navigate their relationship poorly on their own OR we can introduce the spirit of chaos and watch these chucklefucks navigate their relationship with all their friends and loved ones providing color commentary... and without fail. I choose chaos.

#the nice person who left the prompt: roope/robo pls :)#me the terrible person who grabbed the prompt: what this fic needs is jani hakanpää feeding roope cookies he dropped on the floor #''you already shared a scene with miro in'' miro doesn't count. he's the other half of roope's soul in everything i write he's just There #it's so interesting though like. in EVERY single fic that's intentionally comedic i hit a point that's just ok go hard or go home #and i know what i like!! i like chaos!! i like a greek chorus of dumbasses!!#fresno oilers.txt

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hischierlovebot · 2 months

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Find The Word Tag

Tagged by @mikathemad and @kitnita thank you so much to both of you!!

This is going to be so long, so I'm cutting it off soon, sorry in advance jsjsjs

My words (Mika's): remember, white, love, sweet

Remember:

“I live with him, remember?” Wyatt’s eyes dart to the side, before returning to Roope’s face. Something twists in Roope’s stomach, like his food is settling all wrong. He frowns. “I thought you’d left,” he replies. Wyatt’s fingers twitch, before Wyatt shoves his hands deep in his pockets. “Yeah, well,” Wyatt shrugs, then bites his bottom lip, chewing on it like he wants to make it bleed. It comes away red and shiny when spit, when Wyatt finally releases it, hums and shrugs again as he turns to Roope. “An experiment. It went terribly so. I went back to Joe’s.”

White:

Everybody knows, that the northern sirens are more dangerous than their brethren from the South. Or, rather, they all should know, but the southern sirens were flashier, easier to remember, than their more cunning siblings, their minds made as sharp as their teeth by the cold that could kill everyone without pause. Petey had shown them his teeth when he arrived, all sharp edges and blinding white, and never let anyone forget them.

Love:

“Yeah, Marns and…,” he sighs again. His voice sounds muffled from behind his fingers, and when he lets out a chuckle, it’s airy and as fake as the designer bags that Kniesy insists are the real thing. Auston drops his hands from his face after a moment, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, while his mouth twists into a smile that’s all sharp edges, every one of them directed inwards, before continuing. “Only falling in love with boys and things that will break my heart.”

(bitter)Sweet:

It should be a relief, that he can rest, that he isn’t late, not really, but instead it tastes like disappointment, something bittersweet lodged in his throat. He lead his team to the playoffs, for the first time in years. They got kicked out of them, so thoroughly and suddenly that Nico’s body couldn’t get used to the idea, loose the shape of his stick between his hands, the roaring of the crowd from his ears.

Zoe's words:

Matter:

Trevor comes undone under Jack's hands with a soft cry, his body writhing on the bed as he buries his fingers in the sheets, soft whimpers spilling from him no matter how hard he bites his lips. Leaning forward, Jack presses their mouths together, coaxes Trevor's open and drinks the sounds he lets out like he's a man lost in the desert and Trevor an oasis.

Hot:

Ty does turn around, now, and Wyatt's face feels sunburnt all over, like the time he fell asleep by the pool and forgot to put on sunscreen. Under Ty's surprised expression, Wyatt feels both hot and cold, like he might discover a shade of red never before seen on a human. "Okay," Ty replies, slowly, his eyes scanning Wyatt's face like he can read whatever is writing under his flush. "But I stand by it. You're as pretty as a girl, prettier than some, even."

Respect:

There is no respect in any of my wips friends, I am sorry, there are some very rude people

Even:

Hischier’s wearing the stupid sweater. The one with white and brown stripes, so fucking ugly that even Jack would like to burn it to ashes. He’d rip it off Hischier, throw it in a volcano just so he didn’t have to see it, save humanity from such a horrendous sight. The Hischier on screen, prerecorded, ignorant of Jack’s existence and his inner monologue, laughs and shrugs. The sweater engulfs him whole, and Jack clenches his fist so hard there are prints of a half moon in the palm of his hand.

Thank you both for tagging me, it was a lot of fun!

Tagging: @coffeehound91 @ijustdontlikepeople @devilssacrament

Your words: sky, blood, forget, years

#in no particular order we have: fake dating magical hearts with fuckbuddies (no) werewolves suffering roope actor au wydelly #heart fic #i am very excited about some of these (all of them but some are more likely to see the light soon) and i hope you guys will like them too #feel free to play if i havent tagged you either. and no pressure if you don't want to play!#and if you want to talk fic to me. you know where i am #valstuff #my writing

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