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claireelle18 · 7 days

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Everything Turns Out Right - Ross Colton

He’s out of surgery and she meets him in his room afterwards, telling him “you know, they almost didn’t let me in here. They said I had to wait until you were up and asking for me.” Her pointed look towards him.

“They only let me in because you had me listed on your paperwork as your wife. Though I had to convince them, due to us not having the same last name.”

He put his hands up in a half-hearted attempt, “I’m trying to manifest the things I want by speaking them into the universe.”

“And you want a wife?” A faked pointed look shot to him.

“Only if it’s you.” A cocky grin spreading to show his pearly whites.

“I think your meds are too strong. You, mister, are lucky. I was able to convince them we hadn’t agreed to us taking each other’s names yet and that we were waiting for my passport to be renewed before anything else.”

He chuckles, “So you’re going along with this wifey?” Her heart racing hearing him jokingly call her that name she desperately wants him to actually mean.

“Only because I wanted to be here,” she stuck out her tongue, settling next to his bedside.

Hours must have passed before the next person visited. “Mr. Colton…” stated a middle aged nurse.

“Shhh…please. She is trying to sleep,” he motioned to her curled up in the corner of the hospital room couch. “Kept her up all night worried with the injury as she had to fly in before learning anything further.”

“So sorry, Mr. Colton. I was trying to inform you that visiting hours are soon to be over.”

“She’s my wife. She can stay.”

“My bad sir.” The nurse ducked out of the doorway. She stirred soon after. Blinking around, searching to understand her surroundings.

“Tony is on his way here with real food for you. You need to eat. I’m pretty sure you last ate that snack size bag of Cheez-Its before the airplane ride.” He said. She squinty-eyed him. “You know I’m right.”

“You need to eat too, R,” she huffed.

“Already ate. Hospital food. Not half bad,” he shrugged, motioning to the bed tray with the past dinner plate.

“I can go down to the cafe and get something before they close for the night,” she started to protest. He shook his head.

“Too late sweets. He’s on his way. Meantime I’ve been channel surfing and I found a Jurassic Park movie marathon.”

Thanks to Tony coming in with true food for her before retreating back to the team’s hotel, she was left with him again. “Come here sweetheart,” he motioned to the slightly larger than a twin bed.

“R…” she started to protest.

“Nuh uh honey. Join me, I need you here to make sure no dinosaurs come to eat me.” She rolled her eyes.

“You’re a dork.”

“Yeah, yeah, but I’m your dork. Now get over here.” She gingerly climbed into the bed as best as she could to avoid bumping into his shoulder.

Before the team jetted off to the next city for the next game in the road series, a few stopped by to check in. She had slipped out to grab a cup of coffee while the men all talked briefly. “Soooo Tony spilled the beans that you told the docs she’s your wife…” Patty joked.

“Well I knew she would just be too anxious to sit in the hotel room with one of you guys. No offense,” he replied back.

“You must really love her to go that far to lie about her to a hospital,” Brayden chimed in.

“And to have us use your card to buy her that emergency flight,” Steven commented. “Ross you have to just tell her the way you feel. Sandra tells me that the way she looks at you is the same way that all of our ladies look at us, but that there is that look of longing written deep in her expression. Hate to break it to you now, but do something about it. Seriously.” No one knew that she had returned from her coffee adventure to over hear the conversation.

Steven was right. All the guys were. Sandra was, and she knew exactly her feelings towards the New Jersey native as it was a family common topic of discussion in the family box. “I want to give her the entire universe. I wasn’t really lying about the whole wife part, more just trying to actually speak what I want into existence with her. I know Tony knows this since he was there to help me pick it out, but I have the ring for her.” A ring?! So he had that planned out already.

She burst into the already cramped hospital room, carefully flinging herself into the body of the man she loved so much. A couple of the guys chuckled at the scene in front of them. “I love you so much, R.”

“So I am guessing you heard the conversation,” his laugh reverberating through her.

“Every word.”

“Well fuck this wasn’t really the way I had thought it would happen,” he glanced around the room at the guys. “I don’t even have it with me. Didn’t expect to have you here with me, even if it is due to the unfortunate circumstance.”

“I don’t care if you physically have it. You have known that items aren’t important to me.” Her eyes getting all teary.

“Sweetheart, it’s important as it’s my promise to you. You deserve to have a ring. It’s been in my nightstand drawer for months.” That was true. He bought the ring almost a year ago. She had left for a weekend to visit her family, which meant he was able to go pick out the right ring for her. He had been speaking with a local jeweler for a handful of weeks, and the designed ring finally came in.

The team left, and the couple (well Ross) was discharged from the hospital. The flight back to Tampa was uneventful, except for the company of one of the trainers to make sure there were no unforeseen complications to the injured offensive. When the two arrived home, he pulled the velvet box from that back part of his nightstand. Her tears springing to blur her vision. “Again, not how I had imagined or planned to do this for you,” he started.

She shook her head, a silent laugh shaking her body. “My love, you have been the best part of my life,” he continued on. “The nonstop love you have for everyone around you. How much you pour yourself into your life. I could not even imagine life without you in it. When you came into my life, the sunshine brightened the world even further. I saw it from a different outlook that only you could show me.” He watched her closely as he momentarily struggled with the small box.

Pulling it open, revealing the large custom ring to her. “Will you do me the honor of continuing that life, and be my wife?” He asked her.

“Absolutely yes! I would say yes in every life time to you Ross.” She couldn’t imagine her life without him in it, and was so glad he felt the same. Through it all, life would be amazing with each other by their sides.

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jackhghes · 1 year

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NHL Recommendations

Fic recommendations that you guys should definitely check out.

(series) Road Wife - by @cellythefloshie 18+ (series) Unresistable ;; jack hughes - by @luvmmarner (one-shot) Fan Girl ;; michael bunting - by @luvmmarner (one shot) you were right ;; jack hughes - by @luvzegras (one shot) baby, baby ;; quinn hughes - by @luvhughes43 (one-shot) keep your glasses on ;; owen power - by @powermakar

(one-shot) roughed up ;; sidney crosby - by @drewsbuzzcut 18+

(one-shot) illicit affairs ;; sidney crosby - by @blueskrugs

(one-shot) Along for The Ride ;; auston matthews - by @woah-were-halfway-there

(series) Impact ;; mitch marner - by @callsign-denmark

(one-shot) Take Five ;; mitch marner - by @mattybenierss

(one-shot) I miss you like the very first night ;; cale makar - by @mattyanonwrites

(one-shot) you always did feel just like home - nathan mackinnon - by @wyattjohnston

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luvmmarner · 1 year

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ROSS COLTON - PUNISHMENT

TW: smut 18+, degradation, BDSM, spanking, cock warming, pet names (bunny, angel), rough/angry sex, slight dom/sub play, bottom/sub reader, lack/slight aftercare, handcuffs, spitting, choking, thigh riding, overstimulation, oral (m) receiving, fingering, pre established relationship, teasing (a lot of it)

CALE IS READERS BROTHER

SUMMARY: After a loss in the playoffs, Colton needs to let off steam, which just so happens to involve you.

WC: 3.1k of just smut idk what’s wrong with me lol.

TAGLIST: @cellythefloshie @bolts-nation @jackhghes

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As soon as the third period began and the clock neared closer and closer to zero. It was obvious to you, as well as to the players, that they had lost. In spite of the crowd's enthusiastic support, the players' motivation dropped precipitously almost immediately. There was no point in trying. In the remaining 5 minutes, they had little chance of winning since they were already down 5-3.

When the clock got down to the seconds, you slipped on your Avs jersey. It was a complicated decision whether or not to wear your brother's jersey. After a moment of deciding. You picked Cale’s jersey instead of your brothers. You were a fan of the Avalanche, but you always cheered for the Bolts whenever Ross was around, as it felt right to do. Finally, just for tonight, you could wear this jersey since Ross was probably not going to come home until the next day.

"They’re going to win!" You said it to your friend through the call, who was also an Avalanche fan and was watching the game at their house.

"There’s no way." She mumbled and put her hands over her face. She also couldn't believe this was happening.

When the horn blew, indicating the game was over, you couldn’t believe it. The Avalanche won. They won the Cup! The team you’ve been silently cheering for because your brother was on it You jumped up and down in excitement, repeating out loud, "They won! They won!" Your friend was also repeating those same words.

"I’m going to go get a drink." You said you didn't want to wait for a response back.

You went to the kitchen and poured yourself a glass of wine, then headed back to the living room to finish watching the celebration. You already missed the handshake because of it, so Ross was the least of your concerns.

"I gotta go. My boyfriend booked a reservation at the bar after tonight's game to celebrate." She said.

"Alright! Bye, have fun!" You smiled as she waved goodbye and ended the call.

You are now alone. You became accustomed to it as a result of all the away games that Ross's team played. You enjoyed being by yourself, especially at this particular time.

You watched the team celebrate, particularly your brother. He made a significant impact and helped with the accomplishments of the team. The expression that was plastered across his face was one of unadulterated happiness and excitement. Since he was a young boy, he had dreamed of this, and now his dream has finally come true.

You were unable to keep track of the passing hours. You were so preoccupied with drowning yourself in wine and post-game cellies that you missed the door slamming and clicking shut.

It wasn't until you heard Ross's footsteps that you realised he was home. You place your wine glass on the side table before rushing after Ross to give him a hug and express how proud you are of him.

As he reached for a glass of water, you wrapped your arms around him, "You tried your best. I’m so proud of you." You mumbled in an effort to lift his spirits.

"Take his jersey off right now." He growled before finally looking at you.

You rolled your eyes. "Why. I’m not just going to take it off because you guys lost."

"Take it off. Don’t make me repeat myself again."

You've had enough of his attitude and bad mood lately. You scoffed a quick "fine" before heading up the stairs to get ready for bed. You decided to test Ross’s patience just a little more. You got completely undressed, only leaving Cale’s jersey on.

Ross didn’t join you in the room until a few moments later. You were removing your makeup when you felt hands wrap around your waist. "You don’t listen, huh?" He whispered in your ear, sending vibrations throughout your body.

"You don’t get to tell me what to do." You scoffed again, but this time he picked up on it.

He tightened his grip against yours, already feeling the hardness in his pants.

You attempted to wiggle your way out of his grasp in an effort to escape, but it was too late; he had already picked you up and carried you to the bed on his shoulders.

He positioned you so that you were face down on his lap. "Do you know what happens to brats, baby?" He asked, his voice filled with nothing, but frustration and anger.

"They get punished..." You replied, sucking in a sharp but shaky breath.

"Good girl. Now count for me."

As soon as his hand landed against your skin. You couldn’t help but squirm. Your body already hurts from the events that occurred a few days prior.

"I’m not asking again, baby girl. Count now."

It was clear it was an order, and he definitely wasn’t messing around this time. You nodded quietly, mumbling an "I’m sorry", You knew it wouldn’t change anything, but it was worth a try.

His hand came down even harder than the last time. The burning and aching were even worse than before. You managed to get out a very strangled "one." It sounded pathetic, but it seemed to please him. Because Ross let out a groan of pleasure.

You continued to count each smack. You couldn’t help but let the tears that were threatening to fall escape. Your whole body was on fire, and you couldn’t do anything but take it.

"Pathetic brat, you just wanted me to spank you, huh?" He spat, clearly dissatisfied with the lack of reactions you were given. You couldn’t do anything but whine at his voice; you needed him so badly.

"I think you had enough, baby. You did so well." His praises caused you to wriggle even more, which only served to increase his enjoyment of the sight of you, all lovely and draped over his lap.

"You're drenching me, sweetheart; it's so frustrating that I can't help you." He taunted you, clearly enjoying it.

You looked up at him with nothing but confusion. He couldn’t do that. That’s unfair.

"You can’t do that. I was a good girl." You complained. You wrapped your legs around his waist and moved against his bulge ever so slightly as you did so. Which was only met with a resounding groan of satisfaction.

"You were a good girl, but this is your punishment. If you’re complaining, then I won’t reward you." He slurred over the last few words.

"No, I'm not complaining. I really need you, please." You begged, which was something you found yourself doing more often.

"You're welcome to make use of my thighs, doll, but I'm not going to fuck you tonight. Perhaps, if you behave yourself, then perhaps, just perhaps. I'll consider it," he hummed.

That was the reassurance you needed to slightly increase your speed against his thigh. You were already exhausted as is, so the speed didn’t last long. Ross not only appeared to be aware of this, but he also began to place his hands around your waist. Ross manipulated your hips until you could no longer resist; your body arched, and your core desperately clenched onto nothing. Cum rolled down his leg, which made him go silent.

"Did I allow you to come, bitch?" He spat the word ‘bitch’ easily rolling off his tongue.

All you could answer with was "I’m sorry." You broke one of his rules again, and you knew he wasn’t going to let you off the hook that easily. He swiftly pulled down his boxers before ordering you once again.

He snarled, "Get on your fucking knees."

You didn't even pay close enough attention to hear what he had to say. while you were still in the process of recovering from the powerful, scorching orgasm that came before it. He hissed in annoyance and pushed you to your knees.

"When I fucking tell you to do something, fucking do it."

You whimpered as you watched him stroke himself for a while in silence.

"Open up for me, baby, and behave like a good girl." He chuckled, which caused you to tilt your head slightly upward and make direct eye contact with him.

His hand gripped the back of your head. He roughly pushed you down on his cock, making you gag in the process. He moved at a brusque speed inside your mouth. As your eyes began to well up with tears, he let out a sigh of satisfaction.

He pressed your entire mouth against his scrotum. His groans vibrated around the room.

"Fucking take it like a princess." He ordered his hips to buckle into your mouth. You were well aware of how close he was.

He started face-fucking you, and you just let him. You were enjoying the sounds he made. You loved when Ross moaned, which is something he doesn't always do. Because of this, you should always try to take in as much of this moment as you possibly can.

He let you take a quick break; he pulled out of your mouth. As soon as it happened, you let out a gasp for oxygen, and more tears started streaming down your face.

His breathing got heavier, and he once again forced his cock to the back of your mouth. Immediately filling you with his seed.

"You better swallow every last drop." He demanded.

You nodded. You shiver at the taste of the saltiness. You were successful in swallowing most of it, except for some that managed to leak out by accident.

Ross scooped up the extra cum that spilled from your mouth with his finger.

"Open bunny." He smirked at how quickly you obeyed him. He pushed his fingers into your mouth, and you quickly sucked them clean.

"Up Now, baby girl."

You got up easily, obeying his order, and encircled his shoulder with your arms, burying your face in his neck as you did so. You knew Ross was not the kind of person who would be cruel enough to deny your upcoming second climax, especially so soon after you had been punished. You muttered a thank you, thinking he was done, but to your surprise, he wasn’t. He removed his boxers fully while attempting not to disturb you too much in the process.

"Just lift yourself up slightly, baby. I’ll make you feel good." He issued the command with a voice devoid of content.

You obliged and lifted your body up as much as you could. Ross pulled you closer to him and guided you back down slowly. As soon as he entered you, pleasure started flowing immediately to your slit, and it didn't take long for it to become overwhelming. Your core tightened around his cock until he was completely encased within you.

He immediately became stiff, and you could only very slightly roll your hips against him. You sighed in exasperation as you made the decision to take matters into your own hands. You moved yourself against him. You weren't getting any sort of benefit from it, and instead, it was making you even more upset.

"Oh my god, Ross, just fuck me already or I’ll-" You started but were interrupted by a smack on your ass. You were at a loss for words and could only whimper. You were in a lot of pain there, and the smack certainly did not alleviate any of it.

"You take what I give you, fucking brat. You act like a slut, you get fucked like one," he grunted, bringing you into a kiss with his tongue roughly pushing inside. He left your mouth open, spitting in it without any hesitation.

"Swallow Now," he demanded.

You swallowed, but the ring of a phone caught your attention.

"Fucking hell." He sighed, mumbling some other words underneath his breath that weren’t audible.

"I want you to cockwarm me, unless you're an impatient bunny. I need to make a call real quick." He sighed, reaching for his pants that were discarded on the ground and retrieving his phone.

"I’ll be patient." You didn’t hear what he had to say next, and you positioned yourself comfortably over his cock, slowly trying to sink down. Ross groaned, clearly impatient at the speed you were going.

He rested his hands on your hips once again, pulling you completely down on his cock without warning. A painful yelp escaped your throat.

You watched as Ross' screen flashed with a number you didn’t quite make out. He pressed accept instantly and talked to the other person on the phone.

You started to rock slowly against him. You could see the struggle as he stumbled over his own words. It was probably due to the fact that you remained still for a bit, and it was unexpected.

"Yeah. I think I’m free on that day." Ross spoke. The professionalism in his voice indicated that it was most likely a business call.

"Yeah, thanks. No, you didn’t disturb me. It’s all good." He smirked; the way he said ‘me’ in a different way had you trembling.

"Yep, no problem. Have you checked with Hagel? He wanted to speak to you as well about something."

You rolled your eyes. He was obviously purposely delaying. His responses were painfully slow, unlike the other times he had made calls.

He ended the call a few moments later, tossing his phone lightly to the ground.

"Fucking get on the bed and don’t speak at all." He grunted.

He didn't even give you a chance to respond before he tied your hands using the shackles that were still attached to the bed from the previous night.

"Is this okay, Angel?" He whispered.

You nodded. That was certainly one of the reasons why you had such a deep love for Ross. He always made sure you were okay before doing something. Especially when he thinks it might be too much for you.

"Words, baby, I need words." He stammered.

"Yes, yes, more than okay. I trust you, Ross." You knew if you told Ross to stop, he would. He wouldn’t want to ever hurt you, so you trusted him.

He was able to get inside of you considerably more quickly than before. He worked his way into you, giving you a moment to adjust before beginning at an accelerating pace.

"Ross," you pleaded. You made an effort to stifle the moaning sound in your voice, but in the end, you gave up and let everything out. Allowing all kinds of noises to erupt from your mouth.

"Such a filthy slut."

As he continued to hammer your G-spot, you felt a tremor run through your entire body. You made an effort to grab the bedsheets, but you were shackled, so your attempt was unsuccessful. You had no choice but to accept it as your fate. You were so close that your skin started to feel like it was on fire, and your muscles began to tense up.

"I’m close, please. Ross," you sobbed.

"Fuck. Cum for me, bunny." He instructed.

Your walls fluttered around his cock. The use of the pet name causes you to lose your composure right away. You wailed until every muscle in your body gave out and you were absolutely motionless.

Even Ross was unable to contain the desire any longer. His hand reaching up to choke you. The grip on your throat was tight, but that was enough for him to paint your walls with his climax when you clenched around him the way you did. A trembling breath came out of his mouth.

"One more baby, can you take one more?" He whispered.

You nodded, giving him the long-awaited kiss that you so desperately needed. He moved his fingers along your thigh, eventually reaching your core. He didn’t waste any time slipping a finger into the hotness and stickiness of your slit. You moaned in his mouth at the sensitivity and soreness of your entrance from being stretched out. He added another finger, loving the way you moaned in his mouth.

He added a third one. You couldn’t help but break the kiss from the erupting pleasure. Ross loved seeing you struggle, especially now. The heat in your stomach was insane. You had to cum soon. He knew it.

"I can't, Ross." You cried as he fingered deeper into you. Your back arched, but was stopped by Ross.

"You can, and you will." He placed his fingers on your throat once again, even tighter than before.

That is what took you over the edge this time. Your legs shook once again. Your third orgasm crashing against you, this time faster than before. A mixture of his cum and yours coaxed his fingers.

"Such a good girl. You did such a good job. I’m so proud, bunny." He praised you, pressing his drenched fingers into your mouth.

You sucked them clean, which earned a groan from him.

"Baby. I’ll start you a bath." He stammered, and it was clear that he was also struggling to catch his breath from the last few orgasms he had. He removed his hand from your throat. He planted a quick, rough kiss on your neck that he did all the time after sex and that would always be sure to bruise later on.

He got up and was headed to the bathroom to start your bath, but your voice stopped him.

"No. I just want to sleep, please." You couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer. You were tired, and your wrists hurt so badly from tugging forward, especially during your orgasms.

"Okay, baby, but let me uncuff you. Give me a second." He responded by giving you a kiss on the forehead, he swiftly uncuffed your hands from the cuffs. The abrasive metal of the cuffs left red lines that were permanently embedded in your skin, but you didn't care about them, at least not today.

Before coming into the bedroom to join you, Ross went to clean up in the bathroom. He made sure you were tucked into bed, and then he gave you a warm embrace.

He was aware that tomorrow he would need to clean the sheets, but he didn't give a damn about it. He adores the heat from you and the way his cum pools in your core.

"I love you, baby, so much." He said. Even though he had no way of knowing whether or not you were awake, he went ahead and planted a kiss on top of your head anyway. Just like he does every night.

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swissboyhisch · 7 months

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Hockey Girlies Unite!

With the start of Hockey season starting soon, our discord is buzzing with activity. There is 50+ members and we'd love some more!

Link: https://discord.gg/24ZswxKuF9

If you enjoy hockey, writing and reading, you'd love our team. Games, trades and players all discussed. Anything and everything hockey and more. Even if you're new to the sport and want to learn more.

Some upcoming events in the discord: Start of Season Game Watch Party Halloween Movie Night Quiz Night

Writing is something we also are passionate about. If you need inspo, editing help or just want to chat ideas, this is a great space for it. Need fic recs? I'm sure someone will give you many!

Whilst Hockey is the main topic we all love, we also discuss things like F1, books, Disney, travel and gaming.

If you have any questions or the link doesn't work, feel free to message myself or @mp0625 :)

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cuttergauthier · 1 year

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Could you please do an Instagram edit of luke H dating Dylan Duke's sister

(These pictures do not belong, this is all fanfiction)

Yourusername

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Yourusername My everything🤍

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Lhughes_06 I love you so much🤍

Dylanduke25 You’re lucky i love you both!

→Yourusername We love you too dyl🤍

Tyler_Duke5 Luke how could you let her get a boyfriend?

→ Alyssaduke she’s growing up🥺

Adamfantili who knew Dylan would be okay with this!

→Luca.Fantili i thought he was going to fight him when he found out!😂

→Seamuscasey26 We all did😂

G.brindley4 You guys are adorable!!

RutgerMcgroarty My favourite Couple!!!

Sierracrall My Favs🤩

→Yourusername Love you🥺

Nolan_Moyle Kids are growing up🥺

Nblanks98 How long has this been happening?

→Mackie.samo apparently since summer!

Dylanduke25

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Dylanduke25 why am i always 3rd wheeling?

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Lhughes_06 You’re the one always crashing our dates!

→Yourusername Yeah we didn’t invite you!

Jackhughes Thanks for watching them!

→_quinnhughes I’m just surprise Luke got himself a girlfriend

Edwards73 Luke why so serious?

→Mackie.samo he was probably mad Dylan crashed their date again!😂

→Yourusername he was😂

→Lhughes_06 I just wanted to go on a date with my girlfriend ALONE!

Nblanks98 Luke leave them alone!

→Dylanduke25 How would you feel if it was your sister?

→Nblanks98 good point...

→Yourusername Nick you’re supposed to be on our side!

RutgerMcgroatry I’ll distract dylan next time!

G.brindley4 Poor Luke!

→Nolan_Moyle Poor Y/n she has to deal with both of them😂

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hagelpoint-3821 · 4 months

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And They Were Roommates

Summary: Brandon Hagel and Anthony Cirelli, both star members of the Tampa Bay Lightning, are living together. After building a strong bond and friendship on and off the ice, Brandon's feelings start to grow stronger for his now roommate. The question Brandon has to keep asking himself? How much longer can he hide his now growing feelings for his roommate? Notes: This is a male/male fic. I have many more things planned for these two in the future, but I want to see how this fic will play out first. Feel free to comment and leave suggestions for what you would like to see! Word Count: 1592

“Ugh why is there never anything good on TV?” Brandon says with a huff as he tosses the remote to the couch and goes into the kitchen. “Because you watch the same three shows and refuse to watch anything different.” Tony says, a slight snicker in his voice as he tries keeping a straight face.

Brandon gives him an annoyed look, “I do not watch the same shows over and over again thank you very much.” “Then how come when I first started staying here, all you did was watch Austin Powers. I mean my god bagel you went as him for Halloween!” “And your point is? At least I had pants on, Mr. Fred Flinstone.” That comment causes Tony’s jaw to click shut. Brandon has a smirk plastered on his face, “I’m going to go work out since there is nothing else to do. You coming or not?” “No, I think I’ll pass, can actually watch what I want to watch.” Anthony now wears a teasing smirk on his face as he sees Brandon roll his eyes in defeat. “You’re so annoying.” Brandon says with a scuff as he throws his shoes on and walks out of the front door. Brandon made sure his workout was long and intense, not only did he go because he was bored, but because he needed to get out of the house and away from Anthony. The way Brandon started catching feelings for Tony, it scares him. He doesn’t want to lose his best friend if Tony finds out the way Brandon is starting to feel towards him. The way Tony’s calming presents has helped Brandon stay calm, always being there for each other. Anthony was one of the first people to help Brandon get settled in Tampa after the trade. Brandon knew the second he looked into Tony’s soft brown eyes that he was smitten, he was only too afraid to say anything and ruin the friendship that had formed in their time together. As Brandon finishes his workout and takes a shower, he checks his phone and sees there is a message from Anthony on their: C: Don’t grab dinner tonight, made Nonna’s Chicken Parm since it is game day tomorrow. B: You cooked? That’s a shock.

The boys were both a stranger to the kitchen, most of their nights they either ate with the team for pre-game meals or grabbed something on their way home from practice. Neither being what someone would call a cook. But that was okay, that is how they worked and it has been working for a couple months now. When Brandon walks through the front door and kicks his shoes off, the smell of chicken in the oven and his stomach growl at the thought of being able to eat soon. “Thank you Nonna for teaching Tony the only thing he knows how to cook.” Brandon says as he walks to the kitchen and grabs a water from the fridge. “Do you need help with anything?” “Please, since when do you want to be in the kitchen?” Anthony turns from the stove and raises an eyebrow at Brandon. “Uh, never? Just thought I’d be nice.” He gives him a mocking expression. “Get the plates ready, please?” Tony offers him a soft smile, which causes Brandon to relax and grab the plates from the cabinet. As the two settle into the kitchen table, both quietly eating other than the occasional small talk, their dinner was peaceful. And for two star players, peace was hard to find. So when they had even just a moment, they soaked up every bit of it that they could. Brandon finishes his dinner first and pushes his now empty plate away, “I know we don’t cook much, but that is one of my favorite things that we do cook.” A small smile comes across Tony’s lips at Brandon’s praise, “Thanks B.” “Here, give me your plate, I’ll do the dishes since you made dinner.” His hands reach out to take Anthony’s plate. “Are you sure? There isn’t that much to clean, I don’t mind doing it.” “It’s only fair since you made dinner that I clean up the mess.” “You’re impossible some days Hag’s, you know that?” “Oh bite me.” Brandon says dryly as he takes the plates back into the kitchen and gets to work on getting the dinner mess cleaned up.

Once finished, he dries his hands off and sits down on his spot on the couch, he grabs the remote before Tony has a chance to take it. A teasting look on his face. “Brandon James, I swear if we watch another Austin Powers movie..” “Come on, just one? It’s getting late anyways and I know your grouchy ass won’t stay up past 10:30 anyways.” Branon looks at his phone and sees that it is already 8:30, just enough time to watch a movie before Tony heads to bed. Anthony reluctantly sighs and sits deeper into the couch, “fine, but don’t expect me to pay much attention.” “Oh you know you’ll get into it, just like every time that we watch one of them.” About midway through their movie, Brandon would look over at Tony, admiring his features. The slope of his nose, he sees himself leaving gentle kisses on it, especially after Tony would get to feeling self conscious about it. The way his t-shirt fit snugly around his strong shoulders. The curls that fall loosely on his neck, oh what Brandon wouldn’t do to just be able to run his fingers through them after a long day. He signs and tears his eyes away and back to the screen before Anthony notices his staring.

Once their movie ends, it is a little past 10 pm and Tony stands and yawns, “I don’t know about you, but I am heading to bed.” “I think I am going to stay up a little longer. I am not tired yet.” “Do you ever get tired?” “After dealing with your ass all day long, I don’t know how I am not exhausted by the end of the day.” “Are you always a smart ass?” Anthony rubs his eyes, sleep taking over his body. “Go to bed, old man.” Brandon says and chuckles. Tony flips him off before heading off into his bedroom down the hall. Once Brandon hears his door click shut, he turns on another movie and mindlessly scrolls through his phone, even after his big workout today, his mind doesn’t get as tired as Anthony’s does. Their sleep schedules being the only thing that doesn’t match up between the two. Brandon stays up much later and can function on just a few hours of sleep, where as Tony needed more sleep and more time to let his body recover. Anthony also having a longer career in the NHL than Brandon has, two back to back cup winning seasons and a third trip to the cup finals. Brandon was still getting his feet under him and hasn’t had as many times put on his body yet. As the nights goes on, it is now a little after midnight and Brandon hears the bedroom door open. Odd. Tony usually sleeps through the night. Anthony snuffles out into the living room, “What are you still doing up? It’s late.” “You know I stay up late, I should be asking you the same thing, why are you up? You usually don’t have a problem sleeping.” “Been tossing and turning all night. Hopefully getting some water will help.” Brandon offers him a sad smile, he knows Tony is lonely, so he tries to be there the best he can for his friend. Once Tony returns from the kitchen, he leans against the back of the couch where Brandon is sitting, “this is going to be a long day tomorrow if I don’t end up getting some sleep tonight.” “C, it is one night, it isn’t going to kill you. I will make sure to stop at Starbucks tomorrow before we head to the rink to make sure you get your coffee.” “I appreciate it man,” he lingers on the back of the couch for a few minutes before stepping away, almost awkwardly. Brandon quickly picks up on the sudden changes and gently lifts the blanket up that is thrown over him, “come here.” Anthony gives him a confused look, “Brandon, we can’t. You know how wrong that would be?” “How would it be wrong?” “Because we are teammates and almost brothers.” The worry grows on Tony’s face.

“I’m not forcing you C, just offering. You can turn it away, go back to your room and fall asleep alone again. Or you can put your pride aside for just one night and let someone hold you while you sleep.”

Anthony’s feet disobeying his mind as he makes his way around the couch, as he lays down against Brandon’s chest, his body instantly relaxing into Brandon.

“See there you go,” Brandon says softly, covering them both as his hands gently run up and down Tony’s back.

As they lay together in silence, Anthony realizes just how tired he had become, and Brandon was right, he was tired of sleeping alone every night. Anthony knows he shouldn’t be enjoying this, the tender and loving touch of his teammate. The way their bodies fit perfectly together, the slow steady beat of Brandon’s heart in time with his own, but he also knows Brandon has a point. Plus, it’s a simple cuddle. What more could it possibly hurt?

#brandon hagel #anthony cirelli #tampa bay lightning #hockey players #nhl players #hockey rpf #hockey imagine #hockey romance #nhl imagines

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cellythefloshie · 2 years

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ＡＥＳＴＨＥＴＩＣ : Being the Road Wife of the Tampa Bay Lightning.

TW: Adultery/Infidelity. Polyships. Sex Work. TW will be subject to change and each chapter will have its own “warnings”. Status: Ongoing.

2019-2020 The First Wife

300 Follower Appreciation Blurb feat. Tyler Seguin

2020-2021 Regular Season

Summary: The wives and girlfriends of the Tampa Bay Lightning players have notice the boys have been struggling during their away games and can’t help but wonder if is because they aren’t getting sexual gratification on the road. After a year of success in their Road Wife initiative, the vacancy needed to be filled and you are their candidate.

Chapter 1: The Contract Chapter 2: O’ Captain My Captain Chapter 3: The Overtime Hero Chapter 4: Homeward Bound Chapter 5: So Much Better Chapter 6: The Big Rig Chapter 7: The Big Cat Chapter 8: The Rookie Chapter 9: The Morning After Chapter 10: Green With Envy Chapter 11: The Long Road Ahead Chapter 12: Get Physical Chapter 13: One Little Taste Chapter 14: Mile High Chapter 15: Treat You Right Chapter 16: The First Wife Chapter 17: History Lessons Chapter 18: The Third Line (Barclay Goodrow & Blake Coleman - Set April 8th) Chapter 19: Untitled (Steven Stamkos - Set May 1st) Chapter 20: Untitled (Pat Maroon - Set May 2nd) More Chapters to be Determined.

2020-2021 Playoff Run

Coming Soon.

EXTRACURRICULAR READS These works fall in the world of the Road Wife - and even in the timeline - but may not be explored based on reader preferences and are not essential to the main story. In the Next Room - Chapter 8 Companion Chapter An Unexpected Visitor - Chapter 10 Deleted Scene The Mix Up - Chapter 12 Deleted Scene. The Mix Up - Follow Up Blurb - Requested, 300 Follower Appreciation The Appointment - Chapter 15 Extended Scene

HOLIDAY/MILESTONE SPECIALS The Holiday Party (Kinkmas 2022) New Years Eve (Kinkmas 2022) Steven Stamkos 500 Goal Celebration Blurb - 300 Follower Appreciation Birthday Special

TAGLIST: @mp0625 , @equallyshaw , @charles11700 , @starshine-hockey-girl , @swissboyhisch , @wingedwheelprxncess , @luvmmarner , @fandomrejects , @misunderstoodwerewolf , @callsign-denmark , @puckmaidens , @xcicix , @cixrosie

PSD Credit.

#aesthetic #table of contents #tampa bay lightning #rpf #hockey rpf #hockey players #hockey imagines #nhl imagine #nhl players #;; the road wife

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lace--space · 2 years

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Vladislav Namestnikov - love handles wordcount: 500+ a/n: Everybody is beautiful the way they are. Please don't let this story or anyone else tell you different. Warning: Talk of sex and body image

You and Vladdy had been dating for about two years now and he had just asked you to move in with him. You were ecstatic and started packing your stuff quickly. It now has been a couple weeks since you moved in together. You had to admit, living together was a whole experience, yet you couldn’t be more excited.

But it had made you more conscious of how you looked. Vladdy and you had done it loads of times and he had therefore seen you naked countless of times, but now he saw you as you changed clothes or walked out the shower. And when you two are having sex your both in the moment and he wouldn’t notice it so much. What? You wonder? Your love handles. Before you were dating you didn’t mind them that much, you’d always say everyone had them, it’s normal. But now? You were way more focused on them.

You’d take showers when he would work out or when he’d take a nap before a game. You always found the perfect time so he wouldn’t see you. But it seems that he had taken notice of this.

“Why don’t we shower together anymore?” He asked you one day.

“What?” You started, “Oh it’s just easier for me. Showering together takes so long.”

“No, It doesn’t.” He said confused. “In fact I've barely seen you naked at all these past couple of weeks.”

“We’ve had plenty of sex.” You stated.

“Sex, yes. But your beautiful body, I have not seen in forever.” His remark made butterflies appear in your stomach. Yet, you couldn’t tell him what was actually wrong, he would never understand, he might even break up with you.

“Just explain it to me.”

“Just leave it.” You protested.

A couple of days later you checked in on Vladdy. He was sound asleep taking his pre game nap which made you decide to take a quick shower. You washed your hair, lathered your body wash on to your body and finally rinsed off. Stepping out of the shower, you were careful not to slip. You dried yourself off then looked into the mirror and immediately felt disgusted as you saw yourself. You pinched the extra skin between your fingers.

“Is this what’s bothering you?” Vladdy asked carefully. You looked up shocked, your hands flew to your hips and you made every possible movement to cover yourself up.

“Baby, stop.” Vladdy bagged, taking your hands in his. You squeaked. You were fully on display now.

“Do you really feel this insecure around me?” He said, holding you tight, his hand on the back of your head.

“My body… It’s hideous.” You sobbed.

“Don’t ever say that, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.”

“But, but….look.” You said as you pulled away from Vladdy, pointing to your hips. “Look at these love handles.”

“They're called love handles for a reason. And I love holding them.” He exclaimed, rubbing your hips.

“I love every inch of your body. Please don’t feel bad about it. I love you…”He said and kissed you deeply. “All of you.”

#vladislav namestnikov #vladdy #nhl #imagine #one shot #fluff #drabble #tampa bay lightning

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claireelle18 · 10 months

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Long Live - Ross Colton

A/N: I wrote this up after hearing the news about Colton going to the Avs and also blasting Taylor Swift. I felt like it just made sense in this situation.

“And the Tampa Bay Lightning are your 2021 Stanley Cup Champions! Back to back!” The announcement shook through the arena. Air thick with electricity as realization kicked in. The team had done it. A back to back Stanley Cup run. Kings of NHL - a powerhouse of a team. Photographs snapped in every direction, smiles bright, whole body shaking with the adrenaline, as everyone tried to capture the moment. As fans started to exit into the downtown area, the team welcomed their families onto the ice to soak in the moment of what just became reality.

After coming off of last years run, the team had been determined to make another run for this years cup, holding the reins. Once a dream, Lord Stanley hoisted by team captain Steven Stamkos. “Remember this moment, here and now. Soak it all in babe,” she remarked to her boyfriend. He stood like a deer when caught in the headlights of a car, wide eye. By morning, if not earlier due to social media, the pictures would be on every major local tabloid.

“We are going down in franchise history as the team who brought back to back cups,” one of the guys chirped. “We will be remembered.”

Flash forward to the post season of the 2022-2023 season. Passing pictures around of that time as it came time to say goodbye to the town that created the player he was today tugged on his heart strings a bit more. All those years of work for him, his family cheering him on. She stood by his side, on the sidelines - whether that was physically or following along over social media, for every little victory, including a third Stanley Cup Final and then being kicked out in round one of the next year’s playoffs.

He never dreamt that he’d trade in his minor jerseys years ago to earning his NHL branded one.

Memories that were embedded into those walls, into the city, photographed and tucked away into an album to look back on years later. Waiting for those who asked the stories behind each photo. Looking at the boxes stacked containing those years in their city, ready to be unpacked in the coming week. Into a new place. In a new city, across the country.

She sat in a corner with the album. Small salty drops dripped onto the protective plastic. “Loves what is it?” he asked, concerned.

“I’ve had the time of my life, watching as you built your career, cheering you on. It’s just wild to think of the start of it all to now.” Not long after he came to Tampa is when the two met. She was the one to ask him for his number, but he asked for the date.

“Are you worried about the move?”

“More worried about the change for us.” News came a few days prior to Draft Day. Tampa couldn’t keep him, and the Colorado Avs offered a trade deal to acquire him. Moving away from the city that brought them together, onto the next adventure. “I know it’s not ideal, but I’m scared that if fate steps in, forcing a goodbye between us,” a hushed voice followed by a small sob explained. That fear of the change to come would tear the couple apart. She’d help him move, then tie up her part in Tampa, before coming out to Colorado, joining him.

His heart ached for her. “It’s not gonna happen. No goodbyes, a few see ya laters just like always. Just like this is an away game trip hunny. When our children point to the pictures - you’re going to explain the love story we created, and then explain it to our grandchildren.”

She questioned, “Children?” He nodded his head, scooting to rest on one knee.

“Ideally, this would have been more planned, but I think we need some magic and we need to create a happy memory in our new home.” The new home that she helped pick out, because even with this upside-down shock, he wanted…needed her there. In their home. A black velvet box appears from his pants pocket. “Marry me.” Not a question, a statement because he was so sure of his future with her, no matter where the two went or the universe threw in their direction.

Nodding, more tears cascading down her face, pulling him in for a kiss. She noticed the uniqueness of the glittering ring that adorned her ring finger. “What’s the story behind it?”

“I know you prefer an older style for jewelry, so I had a stone that was in my family cut into that pear shape, the outside adorned with sapphires to represent where we met and fell in love. Long live us, our relationship - no matter what is thrown our way.”

#nhl imagine #tblightning #tampa bay lightning #nhl hockey #imagine #hockey imagine #ross colton #oneshot

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jackhghes · 1 year

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The Masterlist

my hockey boys ✷

Hello! Welcome to my Masterlist this Masterlist will consist of only hockey players. It'll be much appreciated if you call me JJ. I write both smut-angst. If I do make smut works it'll be for 18+ if you're a minor DNI. If you'd like to request then shoot me a message or press the button on my profile that says "Request Here"Please choose from my prompt list. Blurbs Series NSFW Alphabet Request Here

jack hughes coming soon

mitch marner coming soon

pierre-luc dubois coming soon

ross colton coming soon

matthew tkachuk coming soon

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luvmmarner · 1 year

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Anthony Cirelli - I hate you not

TW: smut, drinking, unprotected sex (always be safe), angry/makeup sex? (ig)

This is my first time writing smut! It's not the greatest. I tried so hard not to use 'she or I' I'm usually best at writing when using 'she / I' instead of 'you'. If you do see it let me know! TAGLIST: @bolts-nation @cellythefloshie

You still remembered the day you met Anthony. June 10th at the coffee shop. You accidentally ran into him and you guys became quick friends. The friend title didn’t last for long as your feelings for each other grew over time. Until eventually he asked you to be his girlfriend you gladly accepted, but only if you knew what he would do. You would’ve kept the friend title.

At the start of your relationship everything was perfect and you didn’t suspect anything. He would go off on his roadtrips with the team often and you wouldn’t see him for weeks even. It was normal at least you thought it was.

That was until time passed by the more he grew distant and snappy. You weren't dealing with that and left. You packed up everything and left without notice.

Of course your phone would go off like crazy when he returned home to find out you were gone. But you couldn’t care less. For months you ignored his texts and calls.

That was until one night…

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You groaned, "Fine only because it's your birthday. You detested having fun and going out to clubs. Your back tingled with the fear of being observed in public. Anna, your best friend, clapped and hugged you.

“Let me help you get dressed.” She remarked . As she began to sort through your clothes.

Before entering the club, you couldn't believe you were doing it. Until you entered the club. You realized there's no turning back. If they only played nice music, you wouldn't have hated the noisy music and the throng. Would you possibly consider appreciating it.

You made the decision to have a drink. Way too many and as soon as you were heading to the dance floor. Someone grabbed your hand to stop you.

“Baby..”

From the beginning, it was clear who it was. However, the voice only confirmed. Your voice became shaky. No way could this be possible. Why was he here...

“Anthony..” That was all you could say. Perhaps the shock or the abrupt throat dryness was to blame.

“I missed you.” you continued. You were way too drunk to even remember why you left him. All you wanted at the moment was him. His touch filled you with so much desire for him it was unbelievable.

“You're drunk. I’m taking you home.” He said completely unphased by your words. You didn’t even react. When he picked you up and carried you to his car. You were surely embarrassed, but even then you could barely walk.

“Where are we going” You groaned. As he started the car.

“To my house.” He said, his tone marginally angry.

“Are you mad at me.” You frowned. His grip on the steering wheel immediately answered your question.

“I’m sorry. I love you. I was just confused. You were always a meanie and grump.” Half of the confession was true. Yes you still loved him. But you didn’t regret it whatsoever.

He chuckled, low and deep at my words. “So you leave out of nowhere without telling me. That doesn’t sound like you love me all that much.”

You stayed quiet. Until you were once again figuring out where you were heading – drawing a blank before remembering again.

“Are we going to your house to have sex?”

“Definitely not when you’re this drunk.” “I’m not that drunk. Seriously. I’m fine. I only had 3 shots. It’s not that bad. I even remember what happened yesterday. Am I not good enough for you.” You pouted. This was definitely unfair. You weren’t even drunk at all.

“You are the only one who is enough for me. Just not when you're drunk.” He muttered and glanced at you.

You bit the inside of your mouth. Before doing something you would probably never do while sober. You climbed over onto his lap. Your head resting on the side of the seat. The growl leaving his voice could’ve been a clear indication to stop. But too bad you didn’t want to.

“I want you please.” The desperation in your voice was enough to set a small grin on his face.

“Get back in your seat or I’ll park this car and we can walk.” He said the annoyed sound in his voice indicated he was not messing around.

The seriousness only made you laugh. “Then do it”

Only when he parked his car did you know he wasn't joking. Would he really force you to walk? You couldn't even stand.

“Please, I don't want to walk.” Your pout deepened.

“Should of list–” You cut him off with a kiss. Which he gladly accepted. He tasted like mint and it sent electric waves through your body. His hand immediately traveled to your waist. This kiss was definitely different then all the other times – when you kissed him. He explored your mouth like he was waiting for this for so long. You couldn’t help but moan into the heated kiss. But before you could do anything else he pulled away leaving you feeling the most empty than you had in awhile.

“Please. I just want you even if I’m drunk. I promise I won't regret it in the morning.” You said – your eyes filling with tears.

“Just wait. I promise I will once we are home” He sharply inhales.

As soon as you entered his apartment and – the door shut firmly behind you. His mouth was on yours. The kiss was full of need and desperation. As soon as you started to undress was when he stopped you.

“First tell me why.” His tone was razor sharp, but filled with hurt was his eyes. He pressed his growing erection against you creating a jolt of pleasure that radiated up through your core. There was so much heat flooding your body that all you wanted to do was take his clothes off. But he was right. He deserved an answer.

“You were so distant..” You paused, “I thought you didn’t want me no more.” He was significantly pleased with that answer. He whispered every so slightly ‘I always wanted you’ That was unfortunately inaudible to you. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you to the bedroom you once shared. As soon as he sat on the bed he pulled you to him so that you were straddling him. You lift your arms as he pulls off the dress your friend picked out for you. He reconnects our lips as his hands work the clasp of your bra.

He growled as he unclipped your bra and tossed it so carelessly to the floor. Your hands began to explore lower against his back and tug at his shirt. He lifts his arms so you could take it off him which is exactly what you did. You run your hands all over his chest touching every contour of muscle and his back. He silently told you to sit straight which you obliged. He lowers his mouth to your nipples, gilding his tongue so roughly, but gentle in a way over them. You couldn’t help, but let out a thristy moan. His hands started to slide beneath the hem of my underwear. “Can you lay on your back” he asked. You nodded following his instructions.

He unbuttoned the buttons on his jeans, stepping out of them. The anticipation was getting the best of you every moment that passed. You shuddered as he slid the underwear off you. There was no warning as he took your leg with his hand and started to thrust inside you. The pace was unexpectedly hard and fast. All you could do was take it. It hurt, but it hurt in the best possible way.

The way you started to clench around him. You knew you weren't going to last long. His lips pressed against yours, hard, as his whole muscle in his leg became tight. Shaking with unbelievable pleasure. “Holy fuck. I love you.” he said – as he filled your core with his cum.

He wasn’t done with you yet though.

He slid one finger along your core sinking lower to slip inside. Another finger followed. It slid in with such ease. His thumb slowly moved to press against your nub, circling as more pleasure built. He set a slow, but rough pace. His pace speeded up and you couldn’t help, but chase after the orgasm you were denied minutes ago.

“Are you going to be good for me and come?” he asked in a husky voice.

You nodded. He moved a little faster, your breath quickened. You were dampening his fingers. Then as he sped up again, you clamped down on his fingers. You couldn’t help but cry out. You were growing even hotter and wetter, you were right at the edge. The way he suddenly grabbed your hair and the way his finger twirled at the right spot is what made you come undone. Your nails scratched down his back as you recovered from your intense orgasm.

“I love you.” You said completely out of breath. Your legs felt wobbly and upon the drinking it wasn’t best if you walked. He picked you up as your legs wrapped around him. Placing you under the covers of the bed. You couldn’t help, but close your eyes and drift off. He gently placed a kiss on your forehead. Silently mouthing 'I love you too’ He knew you would forget or possibly regret everything tomorrow. But he didn’t care. He had this one last night with you and that’s all that mattered!

#nhl #nhl hockey #hockey #nhl imagine #heart break #smut #nhl smut #anthony cirelli #tampa bay lightning #hockey smut #hockey imagine

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WAG Meetings

Pairing: Steven Stamkos x Reader

Summary: After it's confirmed that the boys will go to playoffs for another season, the WAGs have a meeting to discuss the most exciting part. WAG Jackets.

Word Count: 1025

Warnings: I predict a lot of inaccuracies about playoff planning and that. Kids. Bad flow.

A/N: I personally love this but I'm not sure how good it is.

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On the 1st of April, you and the other partners of Tampa Bay Lightning gathered at your home in Tampa to watch as your boys clinched a playoff spot for the 2022-2023 season. That signalled the start of the playoff prep for you. It was to be your tenth postseason. Your tenth playoff run experience. However, this was your ninth as the Captain’s partner. That also meant creating your ninth playoff jacket.

The day after the clinch, the girls came over again. The boys were on a road trip giving you all the space you could need to start the prep. You organised a brunch while you organised this year’s WAG jacket. You weren't the captain's partner the first year you were involved in a WAG jacket creation. But now you lead the charge. Luckily you have experience by now.

You finished setting up the large charcuterie board on the coffee table in the lounge room. All the extra chairs and bean bags were set up for everyone. Everything was set up for adults and kids, including food and drinks.

“Mama!”

Speaking of kids, your son came running up to you. Ever the twin of his father, his blonde hair was a mess. “What’s wrong, kiddo?”

“Dadda?”

“Dadda is at work.” The pout that graced his face was heartwrenching. One that you knew all too well. “He’ll be home tomorrow.”

The doorbell echoed through the house. Kiddo squirmed in your arms, making you put him down. He sprinted to the door and jumped, trying to reach the door handle. You couldn’t hold back the chuckle at the sight. You came up behind him, opening the door to reveal Sanna holding Rio—Kiddo’s best friend.

Sanna Hedman has been your best friend since she and Victor arrived in Tampa in 2009. You two quickly gravitated towards each other as you were close in age and relatively new to Tampa. You had arrived only the season before. Sanna was your alternate captain, helping you organise many events for the girls. And it also meant both your kids, born only months apart, are best friends like their parents.

“Rio!” Kiddo squeals.

You two laughed at your boys hugging before speeding into the house, straight to the playroom downstairs set up for the kids. Sanna, with a bag of bottles of champagne in her arms, followed you through to the kitchen. The pair of you flitted around the kitchen, ensuring everything was ready. A tray of mimosas was poured, ready for the girls to arrive.

“Here,” Sanna grins as she hands you a mimosa and sits beside you at the kitchen counter.

“To another playoff run,” You grin.

Sanna laughs happily, “Cheers. Another year of playoff fun.”

Over the next ten minutes, you welcomed other women and kids into your home like many times before. Soon you were all settled into the lounge room—everyone with a drink. You had a seat near the tv where the PowerPoint you created last night after everyone left the watch party. It had all sorts of slides discussing styles, colours, and fabrics. Everything that is needed for the jackets and more.

Cece came and sat on the other side of you. She was one of the newer WAGs in the group. The young woman was the long-term partner for Ross Colton, the young centre on the team. She couldn’t contain her excitement. “I can’t believe it.”

“Your first WAG jacket,” Senna smiled, who was next to you as she would be helping you with the presentation.

The pair of you had taken the young woman into your close-knit group. You two, Tiff (Kilhorn’s partner) and Ana Kucherov, were all very close. The leaders of the group, if you will. But as a whole, all the women were close.

“Welcome all to the 2023 WAG Playoffs meeting.”

The girls all cheered and clapped. It was a big thing for your boys, and all of you were excited about another playoff run. For a couple of new girls within the group, it was their first playoff experience. But like every year you’ve had this meeting, everyone’s emotions were at an all-time high.

“We will be starting off with our jackets, as I want to be able to send them off to the designer tomorrow.”

“When will they be ready?” Cece questioned.

Sanna grins, “Most likely around two weeks.”

“Since I became captain’s partner, we’ve been working with the designer Jenna Jetta, a Jacksonville-based designer. This is the ninth postseason we’ll be working with her. Jenna only works with Lightning. Senna and I will go to Jacksonville this weekend to see the test jacket.”

It took a lot of talking, going back and forth between everyone, but you all finally agreed on a design—a black leather jacket with neon blue lightning around the bottom. Then on the back, there was the player’s number and their signature. On the front had the team logo and the partner’s name. And on the collar, they had little flags, one on each end, representing the two players.

Each girl had little personal things on the jacket as well. They could choose little embroidery details to add. You had chosen to add your son’s name and your and Steven’s hometown on the sleeve cuffs.

“Now we’ve finished the design of the WAG jackets; it’s time to discuss round one. It’s already confirmed the boys will be against the Leafs for the first round.”

Senna hummed in agreement. “It’s been announced games one and two are in Toronto. For those wanting to travel, you are more than welcome. But if you don’t, Mrs Captain, Ana, and I plan someone to host a watch party for those two games at one of our houses.”

“Games three and four are home, meaning each player has a suite. We will be deciding at a later date who will have which suite,” You add on. After you had given everyone the rundown on the first round, it was time to conclude the official pre-playoff meeting. “Thank you for your involvement in this year’s playoff jacket design. I can’t wait to give them out at the pre-playoff dinner.”

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Games on tonight and tomorrow

East Round 1 game 4- maple leafs and bruins @8pm est

West round 1 game 3- golden knights vs stars @1030pm est

East round 1 game 4- hurricanes vs islanders @2pm est

East round 1 game 4- panthers vs lightning @5pm est

you also have the oilers,kings , predators

#hockey imagine #toronto maple leafs #auston matthews #boston bruins #brad marchand #golden knights #dallas stars #tyler seguin #carolina hurricanes #seth jarvis #new york islanders #mat barzal #florida panthers #matthew tkachuk #tampa bay lightning #nikita kucherov

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Thankful For Us

Chapter 9

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

Summary: As the couple goes back to the house, Sydnee feels as though she is on top of the world. Once they arrive back at Brandon's place, Brandon drops a hint to Sydnee about their future together. Sydnee makes dinner for the two also for Brandon's pre-game meal.

TW: None

Notes: This chapter is back in Sydnee's POV. A change up in nice from time to time! Much more from our favorite couple to come. Stay tuned friends!

Word Count: 1496

Brandon is truly the sweetest human that I have ever met, I mean a diamond necklace, how did I end up with this man. It’s so simple but beautiful, he is so thoughtful. I have to send a picture to Jess, even though I know what she’ll say, but that’s exactly what I do after I get in the car.

Sydnee- Tell me you have the best boyfriend without telling me. I’ll go first ❤️

Jess- oh my gosh sydnee it’s beautiful!

Sydnee- he said he wanted me to have a piece of him for when he is gone on long road trips. My heart can’t handle this man.

Jess- Cute! Personally I still think you’re moving a little fast but if you’re happy then that’s all that matters.

Sydnee- Happy isn’t even the word for it. As for the moving fast, we are just fine. Speaking of road trip, how is your girls trip going?

Jess- it’s going. I don’t think I have been sober since I left. 😂

Sydnee- Not surprised there. You do like to drink a lot. Lol

Jess- Oh you hush.

Sydnee- yeah no. Okay hey I gotta drive back to his house. We are going to relax before the game tonight.

Jess- Have fun with that. And be careful driving through the city

Sydnee- I will.

When I get back to his house I park my car behind his, and walk into the house, tossing the keys on the counter, he pops his head up from the couch.

“Well just slam the keys down like you own the place why don’t ya?” He laughs.

“Uh, I live here now.” I say with a smirk on my face.

“Woah there, someone is getting confident.” He says, his smirk on his face matching mine.

I walk up to him and sit on his lap, “damn right baby.”

He grabs my hips and kisses me,”I would love it though if you lived here.”

“Really?” I look into his eyes.

“Yes really, yes you only have stayed here one night but I could get used to waking up next to your beautiful face every morning.”

I smoke brightly at him, “I would love that, but I can’t leave Jess behind.”

“Syd, you would be living here, not across the country. Plus you could see her whenever you wanted and when I’m on road trips you have a chance to be with her. I’m not taking you away from her.” He says as he grabs my hands, “I just don’t want to be away from you.”

“Wow… this is a lot to take in at once.”

“You don’t have to give an answer right away.” His voice trails off and he drops my hands.

“Yes.” I say sternly.

“Yes? You will?” His eyes light up.

“Of course, this may blow up in my face one day, but I don’t care, for the moment I am happy and this is all that I have ever wanted.”

“It will never blow up because I won’t let that happen, you are my world baby.”

“I don’t know how I got so lucky to have you in my life,” I smile softly at him, laying my arms around his neck.

“Call it luck, call it fate, whatever you want, I just know you’re here now and that is the only thing that is important to me. You are the only thing that I care about in this crazy world that we live in.”

He reached up and gently cups my cheek, I smile softly and lean into his touch.

My heart is at peace in this moment, I close my eyes, “I wish I could freeze this moment in time.”

“I do also, but if we did, then how would we ever have time to make new memories?” He leans up and places a gentle kiss on my forehead.

“You’re such a sap.” I chuckle softly.

“Only for you baby.”

“Do you want me to make dinner before we have to get ready and leave for the game?” I ask him.

“By making dinner you mean almost burning our house down in the process? Then yes.” He says with a playful smirk on his face.

“Wow! Now that was rude!” I laugh and playfully hit him in the arm, “I was going to make pasta… wait did you say our house?”

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.”

“Well if it’s your house, then I’m not cooking dinner, but if it’s our house, then I’ll cook.” I match his look on his face.

“Fine I said our house, now what about that pasta?”

A grin grows across my cheeks, “pasta with marinara sauce and breaded chicken.”

“Really? That is my go to pre-game meal.” His smile marches mine now.

“Hmm, great minds think alike then now don’t they.”

“I guess they do.”

“I'm going to get dinner started so your stomach has time to settle before you need to be on the ice tonight.” I say as I stand up.

He looks up at me, love filling his eyes, “thank you.”

I only smile softly in return. I walk into the kitchen and start cooking. I can’t cook much but I do enjoy it. I’m humming softly to myself while I’m cooking when I feel arms wrap around me. I mean into him, my body molding into his.

“Need help with anything?” He whispers into my ear.

“Just getting plates down and ready, but that can wait, I want to stay like this for a moment. I’ve always dreamed of having this exact moment all my life.”

I feel him smile as he kisses my cheek, “I’ll stay as long as you want me too.”

“Please don’t ever go.” I whisper softly.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Sighing happily, I turn around and smile at him, “I love you.”

“I love you too beautiful.”

His words cause a blush to creep on my face, “go get those plates.” I giggle at him.

“Yes ma’am.” He chuckles and steps away from me, grabbing the plates that I had asked for.

When I get dinner finished, I get everything on our plates and hand it to him, “dinner is ready, and look, not a single bit of smoke to be found.” I wink at him.

“So you can cook, it looks good, let’s see how it tastes though,” he has a challenging smirk on his lips.

“If it’s good and you enjoy it, you owe me an apology.”

“I’ll give you one, IF it is needed.”

I watch him carefully as he takes his first bite, he drops his fork onto the plate and my heart freezes.

“Fucking dammit Sydnee, this is actually really good.” He says as he takes another bite.

I smirk to myself and start eating, “mhm. I told you so.

“Oh you hush.”

“”Get over here and make me.” I snip back.

“Is that a challenge?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t.”

“You’re such a tease.”

I shrug playfully and laugh, “and you love it.”

“I do.” He smiles softly.

Once we get dinner finished and the dishes put away he goes and sits on the couch, it’s 5:00 so we have just a little time before we need to leave.

“Hey baby, I’m going to go get ready,” I say as I lean over the back of the couch, our heads at the same level.

He turns and looks at me, smiling, “okay.”

“Do you have an old jersey I can wear?”

“You want to wear a jersey? They are next to my jeans in the closet. Do you wear your own clothes anymore?” He laughs, causing my knees to go weak.

“Nope, and you’re not getting any of them back either.” I say playfully.

“Well then I will have nothing to wear.”

“Okay and? I like you better with no clothes on anyways.” I kiss his cheek quickly and walk off to his room, hoping he will follow me and that’s exactly what he does.

“Woah there little miss,” he steps in front of me and pushes me against the bedroom wall, “you can’t just say that and not expect me to ask questions.”

I bite my bottom lip playfully, “mmm I have no idea what you’re talking about. I said no such thing.”

“You do know if you do wear that jersey tonight then I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you.”

“Oh you already have a hard enough time with that,” I smirked as I try stepping away but he pulls me right back in front of him.

“We aren’t done here,” he looks down at me, his eyes getting darker, causing my body to come alive.

“We have 30 minutes before we need to get going.” I wished softly.

“Perfectly. Plenty of time.” He picks me up, I wrap my legs around his hood, moaning softly when I feel him lay me against the bed.

#brandon hagel #tampa bay lightning #hockey players #nhl players #hockey rpf #hockey imagine #hockey romance #ThankfulForUs

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;; Falling - Ross’ Perspective A Honey Magnolia Prequel

Summary: Seeking your independence after having to rely on your father and step-mother after a series injury, you let yourself do the simplest of things: shower. But even that comes with its risks after having limited mobility. And when it comes down to needing help, there is only one other person at home: your annoying step brother Ross. Read the Honey Magnolia Collection. Notes: “you” was written as an athlete (softball) recovering from an undisclosed injury that needed surgery to recover from, it left a scar. You can read from the readers perspective here. Kinks & TW: future stepcest, sexual attraction, sexual frustration, sex toys, ross realizes how attractive you are, implied masturbation, there is no actual smut in this chapter. Word Count: 3410

While Ross very much lived and breathed hockey, and he was forever grateful for the opportunities he had been given to be able to play professionally, he often looked forward to the off-season. It gave him his time to train, to improve for the season to come, and it gave him time with his family. The family that he didn’t get to see often enough when he was busy flying from one city to the next, so busy that even a phone call home to his mother seemed impossible. However, going home for the summer also had its downsides. Especially since his mother had married your dad because it meant spending the summer at the family's summer home also meant seeing you.

The two of you had never really gotten along, especially when you were competitive teenagers forced to live under the same roof, and he had hoped you would become more tolerable with time. He was wrong. You had only become even more insufferable, especially since you had gotten injured on the field and had required surgery.

Ross didn’t know what was more annoying, you fully healthy and challenging him every opportunity you got, or you hurt and frequently needing help with the simplest of things. Worst of all, your father and his mother expected him to cater to you too. He wasn’t expected to do much, your dad almost always had it covered, but as you healed and improved his mother and your father wanted their freedoms back too and left you both home alone on a Saturday afternoon.

You had both been in your respective bedrooms when they had left, Ross in a Call of Duty lobby with his teammates and you - hell, he didn’t know what you were doing and he didn’t care either. Yet, he played with his headset half-off and his phone nearby on the off chance that you may need something from him.

As time passed, he was consumed by the game, and he thought he might be able to go the afternoon without having to do a damn thing for you - and he quickly found himself regretting even thinking it when he heard a loud thud down the hall. “Fuck,” he cursed, his hand reaching up to pull his headset from his head, “I’ll be right back-”

Tossing the controller down onto his bed, Ross stood up and reached for a nearby t-shirt that was probably due for a wash. He pulled it on over his head, and down over his body with ease as he made his way out into the hallway. Quick strides carried him down the hall to the door of your bedroom, where he found the door wide open. He peaked his head inside and you were nowhere to be found. Your name was a whisper on his lips as he looked up the hall and to the bathroom door. Ross could hear the tattooing of the water against the floor of the tub and knew in an instant what had happened. His steps hastened as he moved down the hall, and to the bathroom door. His hand was reaching for the handle before he could reach it, only or it to be locked when he tried to give it a twist.

“For fuck’s sake,” he cursed your name as his hand left the handle and raised to pound against the door in frustration. What were you thinking? Going in there and locking the door when you struggled to do something so simple as going up and down the stairs on your own.

Ross practically jogged down the length of the hallway to the linen closet where your dad likes to store some of his tools so he wouldn’t have to go all the way downstairs. A large hand rummaged through the small toolbox to retrieve a flat screwdriver before he was moving back to the bathroom door. Thankfully, it didn’t take much work to flick the locking mechanism free, but it wasn’t the only resistance he would face when opening the door. Behind it, you had piled your clothes and the heap was getting caught between the door and the floor. He let out a low groan as he pressed his hand flat against the door, and pushed it hard. The force sent it back with ease, and it did not stop until the clothes were trapped between it, the wall, and the door stop that prevented the handle from creating a hole in the wall.

From the doorway, Ross could see everything - even through the plumes of steam that had made the room look more like a sauna than the bathroom. You had somehow ended up sprawled out on the floor of the tub, the naked curves of your body obscured by the sheer shower curtain. His bright eyes were quick to dart up and down the length of the tub, looking for blood or any sign of injury but only found more of you.

You and that stupid deer-in-the-headlights expression on your face as you so slowly moved to drape your arms over your chest to hide your body from his gaze and pressed your legs together. It had been your desperate effort to conceal yourself from him, to bring yourself a semblance of modesty, but the movement only attracted his gaze. Ross watched as your arms folded into one another, amplifying your cleavage and leaving his mouth dry. It earned a frustrated sigh from his lips and sent his mind into a frenzy. He shouldn’t be looking at you like that.

Quickly Ross cast his gaze on everything but you in the tiny room. The floor, the ceiling, the soap by the sink, and the condensation that dripped down the length of the mirror. He took in every detail to force back the impeding thoughts of your perfect body that kept him standing frozen in the doorway. It took him a moment, but he was able to find his composure, or just enough of it, to take quick strides into the bathroom. He moved straight for the towel rack and gripped at the towel so hard his knuckles went white. He held it for a moment, gripping it tighter and tighter as he groaned out; “You couldn’t have waited until your dad got home, could you?”

“Obviously not,” you met him with such an attitude that Ross was ready to turn around and leave you there, but instead he threw the towel at you.

Ross knew he shouldn’t have been watching you when he had thrown it at you, but you made no attempt to reach out and grab it anyway. You exposed nothing to him, and instead, you let it fall over your body. The fabric became heavy with water, and you dragged it over your flesh to cover yourself up just right. It covered you up just enough.

The moment Ross saw you cast a glance in his direction, he averted his gaze up to the ceiling and muttered, “you covered up yet?” He knew you were, but he couldn’t have you know that.

“Yeah, yeah,” you sighed, “I’m covered.”

“Good,” Ross bit out, “nobody wants to fucking see that.”

His words were a lie, but he needed to say them. Ross needed to hear the words leave his lips so that his cock could hear the logic of his brain. He knew it wasn’t right, to even have to tell himself not to be indulging in the curves of your body, you were his step-sister after all, but he was just a man. A man with eyes and there was no ignoring how enticing the curves of your body were now that he had seen you naked for the first time.

Reaching out, Ross took a firm grasp of the shower curtain and drew it away from the wall. The tile was hot to the touch beneath his clammy hands as he leaned in and branched himself against it. He made sure to wet his hands as he reached in and turned the faucet off. It brought silence to the air, or rather a semblance of it as he was consumed by the sound of his own strong heartbeat in his ears.

With the water off, Ross pulled back the shower curtain fully and let his eyes return to you as you lay still on the bottom of the tub. Your hair had splayed out over its surface, and you had made your body small, bringing your limbs in close to your chest, but not even that could hide what was so clear for him to see. The towel was plastered to your body, draped over your curves and sitting just low enough on your chest to take in the swells of the top of your breasts and high enough on your legs for him to know that if he wasn’t careful about how he picked you up, he’d be seeing a lot more than you both would be comfortable with. Worst of all, he could see that pained expression on your face. You were hurt, and helpless, but worst of all you were embarrassed.

Silently, Ross dropped down to one knee alongside the tub and reached in with both arms to take hold of you. One arm coasted over the back of your thighs, brushing over the supple skin that was still slick with water and grasping at it firmly, and he reached beneath you with the other so that it stretched across the breadth of your back. He paused there for a moment, taking in and letting out a heavy breath as his hands were splayed out over your skin. Ross couldn’t recall a time he had ever touched at all, never mind being able to feel your bare skin beneath his touch.

The two of you, you had never really accepted the other as siblings - maybe you had been too old for that when your parents had married. You had never hugged, never done any of the affectionate ship birth siblings might have done to show their love for one another. The closest the two of you had really come to contact beyond something incidental was when you were sixteen ad had pushed him mid-argument. It had been something he had long forgotten, but now as he was touching you all he could think about was how your hands had felt pressed up against his chest all those years ago. The raging of his thoughts only intensified as you reached up, and linked your hands behind his neck carefully.

As accidental as they may have been, Ross could feel every graze of your fingers against the back of his neck and against his hairline as he hoisted you up with little effort and carried you out into the hallway. With each of his strides, the friction between the towel and his body caused it to slip. More and more of your cleavage was being bared to him, and it left him choked by any complaint or insult he could have thrown at you for soaking his t-shirt right through with water. The careful jiggle of your breasts, while he walked, kept him reduced to silence until the two of you had come to your bedroom and he could place you down onto the plush surface of your mattress.

Ross knew the smart thing to do would have been to abandon you there, to go back to his room and try to forget that this has all happened, but he couldn’t just leave you sitting there in nothing. Turning his back to you, Ross moved through the room and towards the dresser. He wasn’t entirely sure how you kept your clothes organized, but he was sure he could find something, anything, to cover you up properly. He rummaged through the draws with desperate hands, pushing aside each article until he could find what he was looking for.

A large t-shirt? Yeah, that would cover you up.

Sweatpants? Perfect.

But then he came to the final drawer, your panty drawer. His mouth went dry in an instant, a lump forming in the back of his throat. He should have known what to expect, a pair or two had ended up in his laundry once or twice before, but seeing them all in one place had his heart hammering. There was lace, so much lace, and tongs, and sexy little pieces of fabric that would cover nothing - you’d be better off not wearing any at all. He wanted to deny that these were the kind of panties you wore and convince himself that you wore those hideous, oversized cotton that looked flattering on no one - but there was no denying what was so clearly in front of him. Worst of all, your drawer wasn’t filled with panties alone, but a vibrator as well. If he had been quick, he wouldn’t have seen it at all, but he had been left frozen, staring down into the depths of the drawer with his hand at his side in a firm fist of restraint.

Reaching into the drawer, Ross carefully picked a pair of panties from the top, but his eyes never once left the vibrator until the drawer was closed. It was all he could think about as he moved back towards the bed. Why you had one was clear, but it begged questions in the back of his mind.

How frequently did you use it?

Did you have any other toys hidden in the rest of your room?

What did you sound like when you came?

Each question left him holding his breath as he reached the bed. Your clothes fell from his grasp and down into your lap as he opened his arms, but he wasn’t done with you yet. Ross wasn’t about to help you put your clothes on when all he could think about was what you did with your clothes off, but he needed to make sure you were okay.

Sighing, Ross dropped down to his knees in front of you and tried to ignore just how much of your thighs he could see.

“Ross-” came your voice, it was laced with concern - maybe even a hint of curiosity.

“Did you hit your head?” Ross kept his words strong as he dragged them up and over the curves of your body on their journey up to your face. It was flushed as you sat in front of him, your lips slightly parted as you let out an uneasy breath that could be felt against his own face as he leaned in close.

“No,” you answered him simply, your heavy breathing making your breasts even more eye-catching as Ross reached out to you with both hands.

Ross told hold of you on each side of your face, feeling its soft skin for the first time. He stoked it slowly and guided it carefully as he looked for any sign of injury. When he found nothing on your face, his touch found your hair, running through the wet strands and along your scalp as he felt for a bump from an impact or blood. He almost smiled, relieved that you hadn’t lied to him. However, Ross didn’t stop at your head and let his touch carefully drag down your shoulders and the length of your arms. He watched your features closely as he did so, looking for any change in your expression - any wincing, any discomfort, or maybe an indication that you may be enjoying his touch as much as he found himself liking to touch you.

Ross’ thumb stroked over your right elbow slowly, and he watched as you winced and tried to pull away from the pain. This was the arm you had used to brace your fall, he recalled and gave it all of his attention.

“Does it hurt?”

“A little.”

“Looks like it’s going to bruise,” he hummed and pressed his thumb against it slowly - maybe a little harder than he should have.

“Yeah, no shit,” you countered him, tugging your arm from his hold.

“And your stitches-”

“They took those out weeks ago,” you rolled your eyes at him, coaxing the careful shake of his head as you moved just enough to show him the scar on your body. It was prominent on your otherwise flawless flesh, but healing, “see?”

Reaching out, Ross took hold of you a little more carefully this time. He stroked two fingers over your flesh carefully, his jaw slacking slightly as he traced beside your scar as if he had some kind of medical expertise outside of dealing with teeth getting knocked out during a game or getting hit too hard out on the ice - but in reality, he was looking for more excuses to touch your body. After a moment, he retracted and took a heavy breath when he realized the horrible situation he had put himself in. His cock was hard, or rather, getting hard, and once he hit a full erection there would be no hiding it from you. He needed to get out of there, and fast.

Standing up slowly, Ross stuffed his fist into the pocket of his sweatpants. If his fist was there, maybe it would draw your eyes there instead of his cock that threatened to tent against the grey fabric.

“Good,” he managed to find his words, but he was near choking on them, “be more fucking careful.”

His own words brought him a semblance of comfort as his brashness painted a look of annoyance across your features.

“Fuck you,” you bit out at him.

Please do.

“And get out!”

Ross didn’t think twice once your demand had left your lips and it had him turning on his heels and moving towards the door. He couldn’t retreat fast enough, literally. His swollen cock knocking against his inner thigh made it all the more uncomfortable and slowed his every stride, but he could take care of that soon.

When he hit the hallway, he thought he had managed to get away with it all, but then he heard you. Your beckoning voice was calling after him, “Ross, wait!”

Ross stood frozen in the hallway, halfway between your room and his own with his cock at full attention now. Letting out a low, guttural groan as Ross reached his hand down into his pants and grasped at his cock. He fixed it just right, tucking it up against his waistband so that it wasn’t too obvious to you as he backtracked to stand in your doorway. He stood there in the frame, reaching up with one hand to brace himself against the header in a desperate attempt to draw your eyes up to his face, or at the very least to his wet, white t-shirt that still clung to every toned muscle of his chest.

You had abandoned the towel now, and wore nothing more than the t-shirt he had grabbed you as the sweatpants and panties still sat on the bed at your side. His eyes dragged over you slowly, admiring how the loose fabric hung off your frame and hid just enough from him to keep yourself modest as he spoke out in a firm, annoyed tone, “what do you want now?”

He watched as your body was consumed by a sigh, and as you stroked your wet hair out of your face as you found just the right words to say, “I just want to say thank you…”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ross was quick to cut you off as you hesitated, “just don’t ever do that again, got it?”

“Got it.”

“Good,” Ross muttered to himself as he pushed off the support of the door frame and continued down the hall.

When he reached his room, he shut his door firmly behind him and made sure to lock the door. His eyes fell on his controller and headset on the bed, but he had little interest in gaming now. He turned off the system with the single press of a button before snatching up his phone. It only took a second to shoot a quick message the teammates he had been gaming with, gotta take care of something, to excuse his disappearance before he was tucking his phone away too. He didn’t need the distraction of his teammates or a desperate, potential Tinder booty call when he had his throbbing cock to address. Not when the quickest way to deal with it would be thinking of you.

#ross colton #tampa bay lightning #nhl players #nhl imagine #nhl #hockey rpf #rpf #nhl rpf #hockey imagines #hockey players #nhl fanfiction #;; honey magnolia

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