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[thegameonice]

And a Happy New Year... with Tyler Seguin

a/n: so I had started writing this literally months ago and it just so happens that Tyler’s suddenly engaged irl lolol so this feels slightly weird but!!! Christmas in July must go on! enjoy the last of the blurbs for this little celebration. based on the long ago requested prompt "having sex into the New Year" from my girl @kerwritesthings.

word count: ~1,500

warnings: 18+ only (what!!! who is she?), unprotected sex (committed relationship), swearing, alcohol, consensual sex after alcohol consumption, fluffffff

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Tyler held your mischievous gaze as you threw back a shot of tequila with Sarah and Fanny and bit down suggestively into a lime, and suddenly he had never been more grateful to live just down the street from Klinger.

His teammate was hosting the annual team New Year’s Eve party this year, and while he was having a great time with the guys and their significant others, he couldn’t wait to get you home and out of the slinky, silvery silk dress you’d chosen, which had nearly prevented you and Tyler from making it to the party at all. He sent you a wink as he waited for the ball to return to him from where Braden and Pavs stood at the other end of the beer pong table, and you smiled behind the glass of champagne Fanny had just topped off for you. 

Phew boy, Tyler thought to himself. So far tonight he had seen you indulge in a gin and tonic, tequila, bubbly, and a beer which you shotgunned like a champ after Roope playfully challenged you to do so. He knew how you got when you mixed your alcohol – friendly and frisky – which was another reason he was already ready to take you home despite the party around you still in full swing. 

He checked his watch. Quarter past 11. He pursed his lips, knowing how much shit he would get for ducking out so close to midnight, but still weighing the options in his mind.

But that was before you sweetly sidled up to him only minutes later, perching on the arm of the sofa where Tyler now sat, playing cards with a few of the guys. 

“Hi,” you purred in his ear, making sure to brush your lips against the shell of it. 

A slow smile stretched across his face as he leaned back against the couch cushions. 

“Hi,” he mimicked in a voice just as syrupy. “How’s my girl?” he asked, stretching an arm across your lap. 

You sunk his fingers into his curls, and he felt the cool metal of your engagement ring against his scalp, a sensation he was still getting used to even after a few months. He had to stop himself from visibly shuddering, the buzz beneath his skin coming from more than just the whiskey. 

“Fine,” you sighed. “I was just missing you.” 

Tyler chuckled and checked his hand before looking back at you. 

“I’m right here,” he reminded you, kissing your bicep. 

“No, like, I…” You wrapped both your arms around his shoulders and leaned in, and your familiar floral perfume made Tyler’s head spin. “...miss you.” 

Your faces were mere inches apart, and his eyes were fixed on your mouth as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth. That’s it, he thought. I can’t take it anymore. 

Tyler hadn’t even realized that he’d let out a quiet groan, making you giggle and hide your face in his neck as Braden went wide-eyed, raising his eyebrows as Klinger laughed into his beer bottle, Pavs rolling his eyes despite the amused grin on his face. 

“Ah, young love,” Klinger mused. 

“Otter, Robo, cover your eyes,” Pavs instructed. “You’re too young to see this shit.” 

As you returned to an upright position, your cheeks still warm from the ribbing, Tyler tossed his cards onto the table. 

“I fold,” he announced, squeezing your thigh. “We’re out of here.” You shot up from the arm of the couch, maybe a little too eagerly, and followed Tyler as he bid his goodbyes and thanked your hosts. 

“What?! It’s not even midnight!” Robo complained as Tyler helped you pull your jacket around your shoulders for the short walk home. 

“Let them go,” Klinger said with a knowing smile, Fanny leaning into his chest. “You’ll understand someday.” 

You gave them a grateful smirk and waved a final goodbye, Tyler guiding you out the front door, hand on the small of your back. You pulled his hand into yours as you walked down the driveway, then lifted it and pirouetted beneath it, humming contentedly, as he laughed warmly, his breath forming fleeting white puffs in the late December air. 

“You’re tipsy,” he stated, pulling you in by your hips as you continued your trek. 

“That’s the point of New Year’s, no?” you pointed out, tipping your face up to beam at him. 

"Ugh, that smile..." he groaned, shaking his head. "You'll be the death of me."

To that point, you had no argument, and scrunched your nose as you pulled him down for a lengthy kiss.

Five minutes later and you were stumbling in the front door, barely greeting the dogs in favor of getting lost in each other. Tyler pushed the door shut with his foot and backed you into the wall, one hand tangled in your hair, the other cupping your jaw. His sloppy kisses trailed from your lips, to your neck, and across your chest as you felt the heat rise beneath your skin. You shrugged your jacket to the floor and kicked off your heels, your arms wrapping around Tyler’s neck as he placed hungry kisses to your bare shoulder. Your eyes focused on the clock across from you in the entryway, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Ty, guess what,” you whispered, pulling on the tail of his leather jacket. 

“What?” he whispered back, lips still moving across your clavicle. 

“In fifteen minutes we get to say: we’re getting married this year.”

You felt him smile against your skin, and he wrapped you up in his arms as if he couldn’t have you close enough. He stood up straight.

“Best year ever,” he said firmly. You hummed happily. 

“I think I know a memorably way we can bring in this year together,” he said, swaying back and forth with you in his arms. 

You quirked a brow. “You don’t say?” 

He smiled broadly before stepping back, pulling you along by the hand. He ushered you up the steps first, which you should have seen through, because after three steps he laid a playful smack to your ass, causing you to yelp, then dissolve into laughter. 

You ran on tiptoe toward your bedroom where Tyler once again swung the door shut, this time to keep your furry children from disrupting their mom and dad’s fun. Tyler’s fingers danced along the skinny straps of your dress, making you shiver beneath his touch – he did little to hide his delight in this. He pushed the straps from your shoulders and the dress fell to the hardwood beneath, allowing him to survey the new black lace set that lay beneath. He sucked in air through his teeth, taking hold of your hands and moving them away from your body to look at you more closely.

“My…” He traced his finger along the lace waistband… “future…” and slid his hand to your spine… “wife,” and pulled you closer as you leaned in to capture his lips in a fiery kiss. 

“I’m the luckiest,” he whispered, earning a hint of a smile in the midst of your fervor. You backed him to the edge of the bed, pushing off his jacket and making quick work of pulling off the t-shirt beneath and discarding it along with your own clothes, Tyler taking care of his belt and jeans himself before toppling onto the bed, pulling you down on top of him with a squeak. 

Neither of you needed to verbalize that tonight was not a night for teasing, for build-up. With just minutes to go until midnight, your need for the other grew more desperate as the seconds of the year ticked away, a new one, and a new chapter, just on the horizon. 

With your final garments tossed aside, Tyler never broke eye contact with you as he slipped inside, smiling as he found you more than ready for him. The two of you easily found a steady rhythm, and your hands traveled the expanse of his chest and stomach as you breathed heavily. He soon increased his pace, and you knew it wouldn’t be long for either of you. He bent his head forward to rest it next to yours.

“Ty,” you whined at the new angle, your voice cracking and sounding foreign even to your own ears. 

He offered a hasty nod. “I know, baby,” he whispered, his tongue escaping his lips to dance along your neck. “I know.” 

And suddenly, there were fireworks erupting outside the window, echoing through the neighborhood alongside cheers and the strains of Auld Lang Syne from a faraway speaker, possibly even from the party you had just left. 

A smile flashed across Tyler’s face. 

“No better way to close out the new year, eh?” he asked, continuing his diligent movements. 

You hummed your agreement, grasping his face in your hands in order to kiss him sweetly. “Or ring in a new one,” you added. Tyler beamed then, bringing your knuckles to his lips reverently. 

“All I’ve ever wanted was you,” he stated, his words nearly a groan as you felt him tense up, knowing he was close. 

You pushed some unruly curls back from his eyes. 

“You have me, Ty,” you promised breathlessly. “You always have.” 

With that, he found his release, your name like a chant on his lips. You held him close as you found your own end, your hand firmly against the base of his neck to keep him close to you. 

As you each gasped for breath, he laid down beside you, reaching out an arm and inviting you to come closer. You snuggled into the crook of his neck, and you both repeated your love for the other in your blissed out haze. In only minutes, he heard your breathing slow, and glanced down to find you already drifting off to sleep.

“Here’s to a brand new year,” Tyler whispered, brushing your hair back from your cheek. “And here’s to us.”

[thegameonice]

summertime | jamie oleksiak ✷

MY MASTERLIST / gimme ur thoughts/questions! summary: jamie’s got some rules he follows while you’re hooking up behind your family’s back. not fucking you in your parents’ house is number one. as the temperature gets higher, though, so do the hemlines on your dresses, and god, you’re really testing his determination.      dad’s best friend!jamie x fem reader. word count: 4.8k (sorry for being a whore)  warnings: smut. size kink (obvi!). hints of mocking/degradation but praise kink goes so hard it makes up for it. filthy. low key bratty reader. secret relationship + risky/chance of getting caught. age gap (reader is college-aged, jamie is like mid-late 20s). once again jac cannot write something normal. thank u to the anons (and kaylee!) who helped build this entire AU, super slutty behaviour from all of us ngl MORE DBF!JAMIE HERE xxx

You’ve been trying to crack him for weeks.

      The stars really aligned, how the heat was growing all encompassing at the same time you and Jamie started sharing moments. How tiny shorts and swimsuits gave way to his hands pushing over your thighs when you’d pass one another in the hallway, when you’d open the front door for him, when you’d text something a little too risqué from across the room and he’d have to remind you where you are. Remind you of your least favourite rule.

The first time you’d kissed Jamie, you were alone in your house while your parents were out of town for the week. With his hand nearly completely circling your jaw and a splitting surge of confidence, you’d asked him to make you his, and he’d shaken his head with a mean smile and told you “’M not fucking you under your parents’ roof.”, and he’d held himself to that, held you to that. 

But then he’d show up, light summer sleeves rolled to the elbow and call you sweetheart, call you darling and fill your head with memories of the last times he’d called you those things, and expect you to happily oblige the rule. With that all-encompassing heat beginning to linger, though, it was getting harder.

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[thegameonice]

“I can’t wait for tonight” w jamie oleksiak if you write for him, idk if you do. If not then you can pick someone else!

this is dedicated to @bardownbitch ily <3 thank u for giving us the masterpiece that is, dbf jamie

contains: tons of dirty talk (18+ MINORS DNI), cuss words, fem reader, um, degrading kink,

this gif holy fuck

jamie could not wait any longer. the more he had to sit in the most uncomfortable chair in all of seattle, the harder he got, and the tighter his pants became. he hated going to these events; yes, they serve a good purpose and are for a good cause, but he didn't get why he had to show up. he didn't understand why he still couldn't just make a generous donation from his couch, and not this dimly lit ballroom while he watches his teammates, whom of which you are out of their league, flirt with you.

speaking of, he had to contain himself when he heard grubauer ask you dance. how dare he ask you, a taken woman, to dance. and jamie nearly flipped his lid when you said yes to the dance. so now, here he is, sitting in the hardest chair in seattle, watching you dance with another man. he made the mental note to himself to shoot a little harder at him tomorrow morning.

she doesn't even like this song, he thinks to himself as he watches you sway back and forth, laughing, grubauer's hands traveling a little too far south for his liking. that's when he stood up, taking matters into his own hands. striding across the dance floor, making people get out of the way for him instead of the opposite.

"mind if i step in?" as if he would say no. phillip gave you a smile and backed up, walking over to some other teammates to receive their betting money. they didn't think he would have the balls to do it, ask you, jamie's girl, to dance.

"what do you think you're doing?" he asked, pulling you flush against his chest, one large hand spread out on the small of your back as his other hand yours. you giggled, he always got so protective over you underneath the tiniest of circumstances. he had a strict rule, nobody touches or gets to his girl, and nobody tries to take her from him. sometimes you laughed at him and how protective he got, but sometimes you were thankful for it.

"oh come on, jame, i was just dancing. i really wanted to, plus i know that one: you're not a very good dancer and two: you don't even like to dance. it was innocent, nothing more." he hums, parting away to twirl you when the beat called for it, and pulling you back. this time, you could feel the arousal in his pants, and it made you blush.

"innocent, because that's what you are, huh?" he started. your eyes going wide for a second before he kept going. "sweet, innocent, little thing. you weren't so innocent a few nights ago, were you?" your cheeks go red at his words. the night plays back in your head, your mind replaying the filthy time you had with him.

"you remember, right? of course you do, you're still a little hoarse from taking my cock down your throat and screaming for me not to stop." he finds a way to pull you closer to his body, both of his hands on your back while your arms are looped around his neck.

your legs are beginning to feel like jello, much like they did a couple days ago. suddenly you regret wearing such tall heels, and wearing a dress that you know jamie can rip apart in just a few seconds flat. you feel hot, feel like the dress you have on is made of the thickest wool possible. all because of just a few sentences spewed from jamie's mouth.

"i bet you're so wet right now, honey. i'd love to feel you right now, but i'd also like to keep my job." you tense up, straighten your posture and avoid eye contact with him as you try to make it through this song so that he can take you home and follow through his words. "oh, you'd like that pretty girl, wouldn't you? bending you over in front of all these people, showing my team the only thing they dream about. they all wish they could have you, but you're mine."

a few more lyrics in and you feel like you're going to pass out. the more he says, you could probably have an orgasm right there where you're standing. "i can't wait for tonight, god, can't wait to be buried inside you all night. filling you up, not letting a drop spill out of you. can't wait to have your pretty thighs wrapped around my head first, though."

as soon as he finished his words the song had ended, and he couldn't drag you off of the dance floor faster. walking back to your table he helped you put your coat on, handing you your purse as you waited impatiently. "gone so soon?" tanev asked, approaching you both with a warm smile.

"yeah, you and i both know these things can get a little boring. plus, Y/N said she's not feeling well." jamie quickly responded, knowing that you were too light headed from being edged by his words for the past ten minutes on the dance floor to speak.

valet brought your car over and it didn't take long for Jamie to drive across town to your shared apartment, where he proceeded to take you apart in every way he knew how, certainly following through with his words.

blurb tags: @nylwnder @lorrmorr @owenpowerstapejob

[thegameonice]

“Don’t act innocent when we both know where your mouth was two minutes ago.” With Jamie Oleksiak please? I’m absolutely in love with him!

I had so much fun writing this! I've always wanted to write some kind of fic/ mini-series for him but never had an idea. Maybe one day 🤷‍♂️

Ex-boyfriend!Jamie x cheating reader from this prompt list

Making your way back to the bar your knees wobble as you regain some composure. The loud music booms through the speakers while you weave through the crowd.

Clammy hands smooth the fabric of your dress, your dress that is without a doubt short, barely ending a few inches down your thighs. A few beads of sweat roll down the nape of your neck, baby hairs clinging to the moisture. The glow on your face not from your makeup, but from sweat.

Wiping the side of your mouth you spot him. Chris. Your boyfriend, of about three months. He's great. Saying the right things, holding doors open, making you laugh. You feel safe when you're around him, but something is missing.

“Hey, where’d you run off to?” Chris asks, handing you a gin and tonic.

You smile politely as you accept the drink. He tries you tell yourself accepting the drink that by this point he should know isn’t your favourite. “Long line for the bathroom” you lie.

His arm wraps around your waist and you struggle to not shudder, the feeling of guilt rushing to the surface. He guides you to the table, Sarah, your best friend immediately giving you a knowing look.

She saw him as soon as he walked in. Not that he is easy to miss at almost 6’ 6” and nearing 250 pounds. But even if he somehow snuck in, his group of friends all almost as tall, shoulders just as wide and a tension that fills the bar are unmistakable.

You can barely focus as time winds on. Smiling and nodding along, you fake it, easily fading into the large group of people. Nobody notices, except for Sarah. She shakes her head at you, trying to telepathically communicate, but you keep your head down. Eyes locked on the glass in your hand, condensation flowing over your hand and onto the table. Chris leans over every now and then, asking you a quick question, sometimes placing a kiss into your hairline. But when his hand squeezes your thigh you almost vomit.

“I’m gonna get another drink,” you announce, almost to no one.

Forcing your way to the bar you try to flag down the bartender. You almost lock eyes with him, until you realize he is looking about a foot above you. Rolling your eyes, you immediately feel his presence. His cologne another giveaway of his arrival.

His large frame easily pins you to the bar, bending down you feel his warm breath fan over your neck. “Moscow mule?” he queries, though he already knows the answer. You used to love it, but now it makes your skin crawl how well he knows you. Barely breathing out a yes, you feel his knee spread your legs, a hand land on your waist.

“What are you doing?” you bite, not willing to look at sky blue eyes.

“Just ordering some drinks,” he shrugs, goosebumps forming on your neck.

“Do you need to be so close when you do that?” You try to say firmly, but the dripping in your core causes your voice to crack.

“No,” he simply replies. “You didn’t seem to mind earlier.” His voice is smooth but you can feel the smugness radiating off of him.

“You…you can’t say that,” you barely stammer out. Glancing to the side you spot Chris, none the wiser, locked in a conversation with his friends. “I’m with Chris.”

“Don’t act innocent when we both know where your mouth was two minutes ago.” An involuntary whimper falls from your lips, baiting him further. Turning your head ever so slightly, you lock eyes with him, immediately regretting that decision. His eyes were the thing that drew you in, and he has you exactly where he wants.

The hand on your waist digs in ever so slightly. “Jamie,” you scold, your eyes going wide. You shudder at his touch, eyes fluttering closed wanting nothing more than to give in.

“My name never sounded so good.”

“We can’t” you stutter out when he leans further against you. “I’m with Chris.”

Reaching in front of you, you grab the glass the bartender placed on the table, Jamie throwing a few twenties out in return. “Enjoy your drink with Chris,” his voice rasps in your ear. “When you get bored you know where to find me.” Placing a soft kiss on your cheek he steps back, leaving you barely standing and gasping for air.

[thegameonice]

919 temptations

TW ⚠️ : I won’t sugarcoat it. NSFW content. Light degradation.

Disclaimer : Fiction is fiction and is not representative of them in real life nor their relationship status. You are responsible for what you choose to read. Yes this is RPF it’s okay if it’s not your thing. At this point you have been warned.

Pairing : Dylan Coghlan x Female reader x Andrei Svechnikov

Tagging : @suitandtys and @ryanpulock for giving me some content to fulfill this idea. The dynamic duo we didn’t know we needed.

“Are you going to nurse this drink for the whole evening?” A deep male voice resonating behind you asked.

Without flinching, you used the straw to raise an ice cube to the surface of your glass. Seeing the lack of reaction from you, the man went to lean against the bar a few inches from you. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a pair of bright blue eyes scanning your body from head to toe. You took a sip of the cranberry vodka in front of you, before sighing and finally paying attention to him.

“May I help you?” you blurted out. “Can’t I just sip my drink in peace?”

“Easy tiger,” he grinned. “I was just wondering how come a pretty girl like you was by her own.”

You didn’t answer right away, wanting to make him work for your attention and simply took another sip of alcohol.

“My name’s Dylan by the way.” He extended his hand for you to shake. You thought he was nice and quite charming. It was not the first time someone tried to lure you in their bed at the bar. Sometimes they were creepy and old or too young and immature. No matter what, it was always impossible to find a balance between both. However, he, seemed quite different. Sky blue eyes, brown hair, backward black cap and a very Canadian accent. You shook his hand, while giving out your name and Dylan took a seat right next to you.

“See, my friend and I thought you look good tonight and that you could use some company.”

“Oh so you think I’m that kind of girl do you?” You snorted. “I’m not interested in NHL’ers.” Dylan went on to add something but you went on, “sorry to burst you bubble but I know who you are and you’re wasting your time and your friend’s. If he’s there.” You fidgeted your straw and brought your attention back to the very busy bartender. It’s not that he wasn’t cute, but you always loved playing hard to get. Especially with boys who think that are entitled to women’s attention because of their status.

It’s the firm grip of a hand on your shoulder that brought you out of your reverie. You jumped a little and your eyes locked with a pair of very dark pupils. Your heart started to race and a little tingling sensation awoke in your stomach.

Andrei

Obviously. Who else could it be. Raleigh’s most desired man. Every single girl throwing herself at his feet. It surely was annoying and a part of you wanted to rip that smug smile off his face. But here you were. Completely hypnotized by his starry eyes and dimpled smile.

“No need to introduce yourself,” Dylan said, as your eyes were still locked with Andrei’s. “She knows who we are.”

The Russian raised an eyebrow. “Little hockey fan aren’t we?” His voice was deep and very accented. The kind that sends shivers down your spine.

“It’s hard not to know who you are after you’ve been through a bunch of 919 girlies Svech.”

The winger furrowed his brows and waived at the barmaid for some shots.

“You’re sassy, I like it,” Dylan whispered in your ear. “Never seen a girl stand up to him before.”

“Oh believe me, I’m a different breed.”

Andrei offered a shot glass full of something that appeared to be tequila or vodka. “You take it?” You already hated him. Especially the way he was able to get under your skin after only a few minutes, but you didn’t wanted to let him win. You smirked, before letting the nasty alcohol burn down your throat.

The night went on until it got close to 2 a.m. Meaning closing time in Raleigh. The conversations were flirty and the drinks cold. Dylan was making you feel comfortable with his bad pick up lines and kindness. A lot different than your previous encounters with hockey players. You were both getting along very well, which lead to Andrei leaving a little to have a chat with other people before coming back. He was more blunt. It was obvious that he had eyes for you and how bad he wanted to be the one making you scream his name at the end of the night.

“What are you doing after?” Andrei asked, taking the now empty seat on your left.

“M’ going home. To sleep. Alone.”

You nearly jumped at the sensation of a warm hand on your thigh. The two men exchanged a look, before Dylan leaned in to whisper in your ear. “It would be a sin to waste such a lovely night by going home alone princess wouldn’t it?”

His breath was warm on your ear and for a second, you found yourself wondering how it would feel on your neck or some other places. The tall Russian cleared his throat before doing the same thing as his teammate. He let his thick fingers slide on your left thigh, almost enveloping it and came close to your ear.

“I know you’re playing hard to get with me but I can see through you. I can feel you want me. You want me to make you feel good. You’re not the first one to try this on me.”

He wasn’t wrong. You could easily tell by the wetness now pooling in your underwear and the way your cheeks were burning at his words. “You’re so full of yourself Svechnikov,” you snorted.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he replied immediately, the grip around your thigh getting firmer. You rolled your eyes at him and turned to Dylan. You let your hand ran down his cheek, before bringing him for a kiss. You could tell he was not expecting it but he didn’t pull away. Your lips were moving against his soft ones. The kiss was firm but tender, sensitive and urgent with passion. When he finally broke the kiss, you noticed how dark the blue of his eyes had become and you could tell he wasn’t intending on playing any game with you.

You turned your head towards Andrei who gave you the death stare. The grip on your thigh was now so firm that you wondered if the blood was still flowing through your veins. As you were about to speak, security entered the bar and started kicking people out for closing. You stood up and walked outside, accompanied by the two hockey players trailing behind.

“So?” Dylan said, hands hidden in his pockets. “Final answer?”

You sighed, feeling extremely conflicted by the situation. You looked at both of them, trying to get a glimpse of what the night could be before letting out a simple, “yea.”

Andrei raised an eyebrow, looking at Dylan. “Whatever this,” you motioned them with your hands, “is… I want to continue this outside.”

The Russian smirked, eyes locked deeply with yours. “You want us both?” He asked, his accent making the both sound so erotic for absolutely no reason.

“Yeah. Both.”

A part of you truly hope you wouldn’t regret this decision.

***

You always tried to trust your gut feeling in life. Tonight, it felt right to get in a millionaire’s car without asking questions. You had no idea where you were going. Andrei was in the driver’s seat. The mirror of his car adjusted to keep an eye on you and his teammate in the back seat.

The connection with Dylan was there. Ever since you left the parking garage, the young man had taken over your mouth. He was an excellent kisser. His stubble rubbed against your cheeks and mouth, to the point where you knew you'd get beard burns tomorrow but you couldn't care less. It was a chemistry that was hard to describe. The way your lips fitted together so well and your tongues dancing in a perfectly controlled rhythm was fascinating. Dylan broke the kiss before grabbing your chin to force your eyes into his.

“Can I touch you?” he asked.

The anticipation had been long enough and all you wanted to do was let him do what he wanted with your body. “Yes. Please,” you added politely.

Dylan smiled before pulling you to him so that your back was pressed against his muscular body. You thanked yourself for deciding to go with a skirt tonight at the precise moment where his hand slipped under the fabric. It took you only one caress of his finger on the lace of your underwear to moan a little too noisily to your liking. Dylan placed his lips on your neck as he moved your underwear to the side and let his finger slide down your wet slit.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he stated. Loud enough for Andrei to hear and shift on his seat. “Did we do that pretty girl? Mhm? For a girl who’s not interested in guys like us, your body’s telling me otherwise.”

You could only groan, when his index finger began to caress your swollen bundle of nerves. His lips connected with your neck, licking your sensitive spots and covering them with kisses. You looked up for a moment and locked your gaze with a pair of dark eyes in the mirror, before closing yours and grabbing Dylan's wrist. It had been so long since you'd been touched in this way that it didn't take much to make you tremble in his arms. You climaxed so quickly that the breathy moan you let out took both of them by surprise. The Canadian withdrew his hand before adding, “did you just...?” You refused to answer. Your cheeks were burning. You were so wet that it was dripping on the leather seat.

Dylan grinned before adding, “Did you come that easily?” Embarrassed, you nodded before repositioning your panties in place and pulling your skirt back down. From the front, you could hear Andrei's mocking laugh.

“So pathetic little baby. I can't wait to see your attitude disappear when I finally get my hands on you.” You gulped and didn't even deign to answer. Andrei would have his way with you, just like he wanted and you were not going to complain about that.

The place was nice. Enough to remind you that you were really out of this social class. “Who’s place is this?” You asked out of curiosity. “Mine,” Andrei answered, removing his jacket. “Cogs is living with me temporarily.”

The alcohol started to fade off and the nerves started to show as you unconsciously kept rubbing your hands together. Dylan must have noticed as he stepped forward and took one of your them. “Hey are you okay? You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“It’s okay,” you muttered. “I’m just a little nervous, it’s my first time doing… this kind of thing.”

“You’ve never had a threesome before?”You shook your head. “It’s okay,” Dylan reassured you. “We’ll be gentle and if you want to stop at any moment let us know okay?”

You whispered a soft thank you as the defenseman signaled to his teammate that you were going upstair. You watched Andrei lead the way as Dylan took your hand and guided you to a bedroom. He closed the door behind him and you found yourself face to face with the tall Russian.

“No more sassy? No?” He asked.

You walked up to him and glanced up. You didn’t get the chance to take a good look at him until now. Dark chocolate eyes, perfectly shaped mouth, the unshaven stubble on his face. Everything was driving you crazy. Andrei leaned in, until his mouth was close enough for you to smell his minty breath. “Is this okay?”

You nodded and his lips crashed on yours. You hungrily pushed back, mouth open, tongue pushing to the moist space within. The bristles of his stubble scratched against your cheeks as you gripped his head firmly. He worked his mouth against yours, your tongues battling back and forth, trying to pin the other. Dylan took it as his sign to jump in, dropping small kisses near your earlobe and nipping at it. You moaned in the Russian’s mouth and allowed him take control of the kiss completely. He pulled away with a huge grin on his face. Slender fingers working the straps of your top as his teammate lowered the zipper of your skirt, leaving you exposed in your underwear.

“Fuck,” Andrei breathed out. “Look at them gorgeous tits.” They switched positions, so that Dylan could benefit the view for a second, before letting his mouth flick one of your nipples. You bite your lip to stay silent, but lost it when the Russian used his hand to play with the other. You threw your head back to let it rest on his broad shoulder and Andrei mashed his lips against yours again. His teammate was still working on your hardened nipples, making your hips buck against nothing.

“Patience baby,” Dylan grinned. You whined at the loss of sensation, feeling so turned on and longing for more. They were overly dressed compared to you. You desperately needed to touch, to feel and to see.

“Clothes, please.”

You sat on the white comforter, staring at the two players. They took off their caps. Then their shirts and jeans. You licked your lips at the sight of their large and muscular bodies. Both had a chain around their necks. Andrei had a cross pendant hanging down to his pecs that was shining through the dim lights of the room. Dylan had a simple silver chain. Unconsciously, you directed your gaze to the bulge in their boxers. They weren't fully hard yet, but you patted yourself on the back as you saw the reaction you were causing them.

Andrei looked at you with a machiavellian gaze and pushed you, so that you were lying on the bed. He nodded to his partner and the latest went to lie down next to you. You felt hands on your hips and your underwear sliding down your legs. Dylan turned your face to his and pulled you in for a kiss as Andrei gently worked to open your legs. The Russian placed kisses on the inside of your thighs, nipping at the sensitive skin to leave his mark, before stopping so close to your core.

“You're so pathetic. Wet like that after pretending you don't want us. Look at you you're completely soaked, dripping on my fingers,” he mocked. 

“I-I never said that, you're putting words in my mouth Andrei,” you retorted visibly offended.

“I'm not interested in NHL'ers,” Dylan interjected. “That's what you said.”

You growled. They were right. Those words had not aged well.

“And yet look at you, submissive to both of us like a little slut,” Andrei added before giving your pussy a kitten lick. You wanted to argue but felt helpless. The Russian used his hand to split your folds and let his tongue run up and down your slit, purposely avoiding your clit. Dylan was stroking your hair and giving you little kisses here and there.

“Don’t worry Cogs, you’ll get your turn,” his teammate said, before attaching his puffy lips to your bundle of nerves.

“Oh,” you moaned. “Oh fuck.” You were not able to control the sounds at this point. The way Andrei was going down on you was something you’ve never experienced before and it was delightful. Somehow, he knew exactly how to alternate between sucking and flicking with his tongue to drive you crazy.

“You’re so pretty like that princess,” Dylan whispered in your ear. “Getting eaten out by him, I bet you wanted that for so long did you?” You could only whine and wiggled your hips to get more from Andrei. “I’m going to have my way with you soon and I promise to make you remember my name for the rest of your life.”

You were already a mess. Your knuckles were turning white from gripping the sheets so tightly and you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold this wrecking orgasm any longer. The Russian must have felt it as he pulled away from your dripping core. You whined at the cold air replacing Andrei’s warm tongue on your pussy. He stood up. Facial hair were covered with your juices and he had a cocky grin displaying on his face. You hated him even more now.

“Cogs, your turn brother. Finish her off.”

Dylan wasted no time pulling you towards him by your thighs as he knelt on the floor. Andrei shove his boxers down, letting his length free, as it bumped against his lower stomach. You felt your mouth watering at the sight of him. Just as you expected, he was big and really thick. The tip was leaking precum and his balls looked heavy and ready to burst already. You let out a moan as Dylan picked up where his teammate left off. He sucked on your clit while inserting a long digit inside of you and curling it up.

“Look at you dumb baby,” Andrei’s deep voice said. “You’re so desperate for it.” Your eyes were closed, as the pleasure was winning over you. You could feel the burning pain inside of your thighs and on your core from their stubble, but the sensation of their mouths on you was overcoming it.

“Dylan!” you moaned as he slipped another finger inside. You could feel him smirk against your wet heat. In the heat of the moment, you let your hands wander in his long curly hair and gently tugged on a few strands. You could see Andrei out of the corner of your eye. Big hand wrapped around his length, stroking his cock lazily at the sight of you getting pleasured by his friend.

“She tastes heavenly right?” the Russian asked. Dylan hummed against your pussy and you felt that deep aching sensation in your stomach.

“Oh I –” you started, before Andrei took over. “She’s going to come.” Dylan picked up the pace and your muscles clenched, before finally letting go in a loud moan. You closed your thighs around the Canadian’s head, probably squeezing it.

“Fuck,” he said, head between your knees. “You came so hard just from my mouth. I can’t wait to see how it will be on my cock.”

Andrei left the room for a second and your eyes were dragged to Dylan as he took off his boxers. His length was big as well. You gulped at the thought of being overwhelmed by both of their dicks at the same time. The young man sat next to you on the bed and kissed you slowly. “Do you want to continue? We can stop things right here if you don’t feel it anymore.”

You didn’t answered his question with words, but instead opted to straddle him. Your lips found their match in warmth. Your mouths opened as if unlocked and your tongues met without fighting for dominance. Just dancing with each other. The sound of someone clearing his throat broke the kiss and you turned your head to see Andrei in all his naked glory.

“Started without me haven’t we?”

He dropped what seemed to be a handful of condoms on the nightstand. The men’s looked at each other as if they were trying to decide who would get the chance to go first. Dylan pulled you off him and stood up.

“Lay down printsessa,” Andrei instructed. “Cogs will go first, I want to get the last taste of you.”

You felt the shivers go down your spine as you went up the bed to settle your head on a pillow. The nerves were higher than ever. You had never been in this situation before and even if you were sure you wanted to go all the way, you couldn’t get rid of that anxiousness.

The Russian must have noticed and leaned his forehead against yours. You tried to close your eyes, but he grabbed your jaw to force you to hold his gaze. “Look at me,” he said firmly. “Is this what you want?”

“Y-yes,” you stammered. He frowned and stroked your cheek. “Just leave it to us, okay? We'll take good care of you.”

You nodded and he placed a protective kiss on your forehead and you felt your muscles relax. Andrei tossed a condom to Dylan who smiled at you. You took a deep breath and felt him slide his length over your wet slit. Andrei went to place his hand on your lower belly and you groaned as his index finger made contact with your clit.

“Ready?” Dylan asked. You nodded and he gently entered you. His teammate continued to circle your little bundle of nerves until you felt comfortable with the stretch. “Shit,” Dylan said through clenched teeth. “She's really tight.”

Andrei flashed you a sly smile before stepping closer to you. Testing the waters, he slipped his thumb passed your lips. His eyes were locked with yours and you were greeted by his dimpled smile, when you twirled your tongue around it. “Good girl, look at you, so greedy for my cock.”

Dylan’s pace was slow, as he tried to give you more time to adjust to his size. Andrei removed his thumb from your mouth and you jumped on the opportunity to chirp the dark-haired man between your legs.

“Are you going to fuck me now or you’re just going to fake it?” you groaned.

The Canadian scoffed before gripping your hips so tightly that you thought they were going to bruise. He started thrusting at a more steady pace and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, when his cock head brushed against your g-spot.

In need for some attention, Andrei turned your face to where he was standing. The Russian traced the outline of your lips with his finger, before tapping on them to make you open up. “Yeah? You want to suck me off don’t you printsessa? You want us to fill you up so good?” You nodded, as he took his erection in his hand, stroking it a few times and let the tip rest on your plump lips. Teasingly, you ran your tongue very gently over the underside of his cock.

You moaned when Dylan grabbed your legs to put them up his broad shoulders, his thrusts going even deeper inside of you. Not happy to feel neglected, Andrei wrapped his fingers around your throat to bring your focus back on him. You groaned in frustration, before giving another kitten lick on his swollen tip.

“You little tease,” he grumbled, squeezing his fingers around your neck.

You looked up at him, offering your best wicked smile and repeated the same action one more time. His eyes were darkened with desire and his facial features tense.

“You want me to make you suck it?”

You rolled your eyes before accepting his entire length into your mouth. You gagged a little before hollowing your cheeks around the tip. Andrei removed his hand from your throat to grab a fistful of hair and guide your movements.

“There you go, good little slut,” he taunted.

The degradation sent shivers through your body and you felt your walls contract, making Dylan swear in the process.

“Fuck Drei, I think she really likes it when you talk to her that way,” he stated. “She's so fucking tight.”

You groan and let Andrei's cock fall out of your mouth. “I want another position,” you panted. “Please.”

The two hockey players looked at each other and you whined at the emptiness. The dark-haired man grabbed your hips and flipped you over onto your hands and knees before slapping your ass. “Like this?” Dylan whispered in your ear.

You nodded and he wasted no time guiding his length inside of you once again. Andrei sat on the bed with his legs spread. He ran his hand through his hair before guiding the other over his throbbing erection. You pushed his hand away before engulfing his length in your wet heat. His eyes were shut tight and a satisfied smile was displayed on his angelic face. His rough and calloused hands were gripping the back of your head, making your eyes water at every single thrust.

If Dylan had been softer at first, he had given way to a rougher side of him. His thrusts were precise, hitting exactly the little spot inside you that was making you lose your mind, and he didn't hesitate to give your butt a little spanking. You could feel that little feeling in your stomach that indicated you weren't going to last much longer. The young man felt it too, as he slide a hand under your thigh to caress your throbbing clit.

“I- oh, fuck. Shit,” you groaned, completely out of breath.

“Are you going to cum?” Dylan whispered in your ear, nibbling on your lobe.

You hummed against Andrei's length and he pushed your head back so his teammate could lift you up against his chest. Dylan wrapped his arm around your chest and his hand around your throat as he pummeled inside you. Your eyes locked with the Russian's who was watching the scene intently while stroking his cock. Your mouth watered at the fantastic sight of him touching himself and it didn't take much more than that to reach your climax by moaning Dylan's name. He followed not long after, releasing inside the condom.

“That’s it.” The blue-eyed man cooed as he pulled out. You felt your pussy throb at the emptiness and the aching between your thighs. You turned around to let your lips crash on his. Extending your tongue to meet Dylan’s and enter the warmth of his mouth. You shifted closer and delved back inside with your tongue, stroking and licking with more energy now and he returned it, using his hands to tilt your head and get a better angle. After a moment, Andrei cleared his throat to let you know he was still in the room, forcing his friend to break the kiss.

“I’ll be back okay?” he said. “Drei will be good, I promise.” You gulped nervously and watch Dylan get out of the room.

“No sassy now aren’t we Malyshka?” he taunted, running the back of his hand against your cheek.

“Don’t get me wrong here, I still hate you.”

“Oh really?” He raised an eyebrow, letting his hand slide down your lower stomach to find your sensitive bundle of nerves. “Do you hate me when I do this?” he asked as he kissed your neck. “Tell me you still hate me.” His finger barely grazed your clit and you bit your lip to keep yourself from moaning.

“I hate you,” you said in between clenched teeth.

“You little liar,” he grinned. “I want to take you from behind so bad, but I have to see this pretty face being pleasured by my cock.”

A little confused, you went to go back on your knees, but the Russian pulled you under his body so you were on your back. Andrei’s hips pressed your thighs apart and he let the head of his cock slide up and down against your wet folds.

“Damn Svechnikov need help to find the hole or something?” you groaned impatiently. Without warning, his cock burrowed home. His thickness stretching you exactly the way you needed. His hand grabbed your throat, forcing your eyes into his.

“Are you done being a little brat?”

“Make me.”

He brought you into a wild kiss. His hands buried themselves in your tangled hair and yours rested on the firm muscles of his ass. It took you a moment to realize that Dylan had returned to the room as he was laying beside you, admiring the show.

“Cogs, make her feel good,” Andrei ordered.

He smiled before attaching his lips to your hardened nipples. “Oh fuck... yeah,” you sighed. Your fingernails digging into Andrei's skin with every move he made.

“Fuck you’re so wet I can’t even get a good grip.”

You could feel yourself fluttering around his dick and you knew he could feel it. Sensitivity was starting to get the best of you and you knew that another orgasm was threatening to take over. Dylan’s lips were now on your neck, gently sucking on the fragile skin to leave marks.

“I –,” you tried to say. “I need..”

Andrei’s hands grabbed your legs to wrap them around his waist.

“You want to cum? Again? Yea?” he asked.

You nodded, unable to let any words fall off your mouth.

“Say my name and you can,” the Russian added.

You groaned before turning your head to Dylan and kissed him. “Come on baby, you have to get over your pride to get the good stuff,” Dylan stated.

Andrei’s pace was far too slow and you could feel your orgasm slip away.

“Show us how thankful you are of us fucking you tonight like the little filthy slut you are,” the Canadian added.

Your eyes widened at the crude words coming out of his perfect mouth. Unable to hold any longer you let your head fall on the mattress.

“Andrei,” you breathed out.

“Louder printsessa, I didn’t hear you,” he grinned.

“ANDREI,” you almost shouted. “Please.”

You could see the smirk on his face as he brought his thumb on your clit.

“Look at you. How you beg for cock. I knew you were easy,” he scoffed.

Dylan scanned your face carefully for signs that the degradation was going too far, but you gave him no cause for concern. Better yet, you pulled on the cross of Andrei's chain to draw his forehead to yours.

“If you're as good as you claim to be then why haven't you made me cum yet?” You blurted out.

Andrei furrowed his brows and slid his hands under your back to get a better grip. He then began to pummel inside you. Your hands settled on his muscular biceps, digging your nails inside. His pelvis rubbed perfectly against your over sensitive clit and within seconds, your vision became blurry and you let his name fall out of your lips.

Andrei pulled back and sent the condom flying across the room. He pushed you on your back and jerked off his cock until he was pulsating thick ropes of cum on your stomach. With all this, you didn't even notice that Dylan had an erection again and he looked at you with puppy eyes. You didn't even have to say anything and opened your mouth to welcome him inside.

“Need another taste of that pussy,” you heard, before feeling Andrei’s stubble scratching against your inner thighs.

“Fuck baby, you’re taking me so good,” Dylan praised. His dirty talking fueled you into going harder, taking his dick further down your throat till you almost choked on it. You pull away, regaining your breath and went back for more. Your jaw was starting to hurt, mascara running down your cheeks and spit covering your chin and neck.

You were a moaning mess as Andrei was harshly sucking on your clit, and you knew he was going to bring you on edge once again.

“I – I can’t,” you whined, still stroking Dylan. “Sensitive.”

The Canadian grabbed your jaw to make sure you kept the focus on him. “You can do it, one more for us. Come on.”

You sobbed and took him back inside your mouth and your tongue lap the underside of his cock.

“I’m,” he warned. You lifted your eyes to grant him permission as he spilled his cum down your throat. You licked him clean and locked eyes with Andrei between your legs. The Russian grabbed your hands to hold them firmly. With one last flick of his tongue on your clit, you came with his name echoing in the room.

You couldn't do anything else. You were bursting, exploding, because of him. Or maybe spontaneous combustion was the right word. You threw your head into the pillows, as your body went numb, climbing towards this blinding, burning ecstasy. Your vision was far from normal and you were oblivious to your body, just pure bliss consuming you.

“Hey,” Dylan whispered against your skin, moving his mouth back over your body. “Are you okay?”

You struggled to open your eyes, but they felt like they were as heavy as lead.

“Yea, I guess so,” you managed to say.

“I’ll be right back okay?”

You nodded and glanced towards Andrei who had put his boxers back on.

The young man went to his dresser to get a t-shirt and sat down next to you. He gently helped you up into a half-sitting position. Dylan returned briefly to the room to throw a warm washcloth to his teammate and disappeared again. Andrei wiped the semen off your stomach and lifted your arms to put on his shirt.

He lifted his head to lock his gaze with yours and he immediately saw that something was wrong judging by how your eyes were darting around a little bit.

“I'm sorry if I said things that... that hurt you.”

“What? No. No Andrei. I wanted it. I promise.”

“Are you sure? I can feel you're not well.”

You laughed nervously. “I'm just a little embarrassed. It was my first time doing this, I remind you. It was intense.”

“Right. The girl who won't fuck NHL'ers,” he laughed.

You rolled your eyes at him and placed a kiss on his lips.

“Need me to wipe your pussy?” he asked.

You blushed and nodded. Delicately he opened your thighs and wiped your intimacy. You let out a small cry of pain as he brushed the sensitive little bundle and Andrei stopped immediately. “I'm sorry.”

“You’re okay, can you bring me home?”

The Russian furrowed his brow, “it’s late. We need sleep. Stay over? Can sleep between me and Cogs.”

“Are you sure?”

“Da,” he whispered, kissing your forehead.

You stood up on wobbly legs to head in the bathroom. When you returned, Dylan was back as well. He had brought some water and a couple of pillows for all of you. With their help, you settle in the middle of their half-naked bodies before giving each of them a kiss of the lips.

“I hope you’ll come back for more,” Dylan said, in a sleepy voice.

“Yea,” Andrei added.

“Y’all know where to find me. You boys are really new temptations for the 919 girls.”

Maybe coming back from the bar with them wasn’t such a bad idea after all?

Fin

[thegameonice]

can you please do something with “I’m going to ruin you” with the big boy, andrei svechnikov?

bestie, I knew this one had to be extra special for you - so it’s no question why this quickly turned into a mini fic bc what is a blurb anyway? I kind of combined this with a different request I got to make a sequel to sundress szn 😈

enjoy, my love!

Prompt: “I’m going to ruin you.”

Pairing: Andrei Svechnikov x teammate’s sister!Reader (f)

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY). Language, brief alcohol use/mention, oral sex (m + f receiving), brief choking, unprotected sex, creampie.

The white tablecloth is thick, almost stiff against your legs. Flickering candles and dimly-lit wall lamps provide most of the light in the room, aside from the glow of the city outside the large floor-to-ceiling windows. During the day, you’re sure it’s probably a beautiful view of the skyline, but at night it’s even prettier, a sea of glittering lights amongst the darkness.

The waiters aren’t wearing white gloves, but they might as well be, their suit vests and red ties adhering to the high standard their clientele demands. The menu is small, prices not even listed — a sign that the bill will be exorbitant.

It’s far more extravagant than you would’ve wanted for a first date, but Andrei was insistent that if he was going to risk his life taking his Captain’s sister on a date, he was going to do it right.

And he did, pulling out all the right stops: arriving 5 minutes early, flowers in hand, opening your car door, offering his arm as you walked into the restaurant. He’s polite, a perfect gentleman, when he orders an expensive bottle of wine for the two of you, his eyes hardly leaving yours the entire time.

“Trying to get me liquored up?” you ask once the waiter leaves, a flirtatious smile on your face.

The glint in his eye that you love so much is back when he glances toward you, dimple exposed as his smile matches yours. It’s hard to miss the way his eyes dip down toward the shadow of your cleavage before quickly darting back up to your own. “Why? You need a little liquid confidence?”

“Why would I need confidence to do something I’ve already done?” you smirk, following his lead and letting your eyes slide slowly and blatantly over the buttons of his crisp dress shirt, already imagining the satisfying sound of them hitting the floor when you rip it open later this evening.

“There’s a few things you haven’t done.” He licks his lips, a subtle hint at what he’s referencing, and you feel a throb between your legs, debating if waiting for your food is even worth it. But, then a waiter walks by with a plate of hot, prime cut steaks sizzling in butter, the scent almost as intoxicating as the man across from you, and you think to yourself that you can wait for a little while longer.

“And you’re going to enjoy every one of them, aren’t you?” you ask with a teasing smile, gently running a hand across your collarbone.

“Oh, baby,” he hums, his gaze purely predatory despite the charming smile he puts on. To anyone around you, you’d look like a happy couple on a nice dinner date, the mounting sexual tension invisible to passersby. “I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

The waiter interrupts what is about to come out of your mouth, a secret that you’ll keep forever, but his words already have the desired effect. Your legs squeeze together, a desperate throb between them as your heart ticks quicker in your chest, and in some ways, you’re thankful for the interruption, unwilling to let your date know just how much impact he has on you.

Dinner is pleasant, but excruciating, watching the flex of his hands as he cuts through his expensive steak, his large fingers wrapped around the thin stem of his wine glass. It’s terribly sexy, his strength compared to the delicate fragility of the glass, surely some kind of parallel for what you’re anticipating as soon as he gets you home and the front door is locked.

Sure enough, he does, though you admit you aren’t expecting him to immediately pin you to the door you’re in the middle of locking, skirt hiked up over your hips before he’s on his knees behind you with a growl.

“No panties?”

“I’m wearing…” you trail off, your sentence punctured by a gasp when he rips the flimsy fabric in question from your frame.

“You call these panties?” he asks, though your terminology is hardly a concern now that there’s something far more tempting in his sight.

There isn’t much room for any retort, not with Andrei roughly tugging your hips backward in order to press his face against your center. He groans at the contact, the vibration traveling straight through your clit and into every single nerve ending in your body, heightened when his tongue begins to stimulate your dripping folds.

His voice is muffled by your ass, but you can make out a distinct fuck as he tastes you, the way he’s been dying to from the moment you opened your front door looking sinfully beautiful. It’s your eyes he loves most, but your legs are a close second, the skirt you picked for the night teasing him just enough to drive him insane. He couldn’t deny that he’d spent half of dinner dreaming of pressing his head between your thighs underneath the table, remembering the all-too-brief taste he had of you, wondering if he could get away with it — ultimately he’d decided against it, but having you in your entryway is a pretty close second, he thinks.

Andrei doesn’t let up until you’re two orgasms deep, legs shaking as you clutch desperately at the door for support. Offering you some reprieve, he sits back on his knees and sucks your essence off of his fingers, the ones that brought you to your latest demise, a dark glint in his eyes.

“Taste extra sweet when you’ve got some wine in you,” he jokes.

“As good as that expensive steak you bought?”

“Better,” he hums. “It doesn’t even come close.”

It isn’t long before he’s got you in his arms, legs wrapped around his waist, your discarded panties long forgotten near the vase by your door. His lips are attached to yours, giving you a taste of yourself, and you’re so distracted that it takes a moment before you realize he’s walking blindly, no idea where your bedroom is located.

With a giggle, you detach yourself from his lips and give him instructions, down the hall and on the right, and his bashful smile has your heart melting. The butterflies whoosh away the second he plops you onto your bed, looking down at you with a look that’s hungrier than before. Something tells you that the sight of you on a mattress is something he’s been dying to see.

You move to tug your knee-high boots off, stilled with a quick hand and a dark glance. “Leave them. Been thinking about fucking you in nothing but these boots all night.”

His words, as always, make you shiver, the lustful promises from his lips something you’ll never grow tired of. Normally, you might make some kind of quip, a snarky comeback, but you’ve been dreaming of having him inside of you from the moment he slipped out weeks ago, leaving you leaking his cum in the middle of your brother’s half bathroom. It’s all you can do not to rip his clothes off along with your own, ready for him to fuck you into oblivion like he promised.

Andrei’s hand wraps around your throat, engulfing it with ease, pulling you up to kiss him again. Blindly, your hands fumble with his dress shirt, working it open until he’s taking matters into his own hands, tearing it down the middle and sending buttons flying across the room. You barely notice your prophecy come true, instead captivated by the cut, stark lines of his muscles, like he’s been carved out of fucking clay, sculpted like a piece of art that you’d find in the Met.

“Like what you see?” he teases, muscles flexing as he shrugs the tattered shirt off his form.

“Didn’t get to appreciate it in full last time,” you say, cheeks hot from the call out — but how can he blame you? — before your eyes drop a little lower, to the expensive-looking black slacks that hang on his hips. “Just like something else.”

The sight of you on your knees, your tits pulled haphazardly out of your top as you work on his zipper is a sight Andrei knows he’ll never forget. But the feeling of you taking him in your mouth, your eyes gazing up at him while brimming with tears, pressing further and further until he touches the back of your throat? A feeling he’ll spend chasing for the rest of his life.

With a curse in Russian, his hand threads through your hair to clear your way, not wanting anything to impede his view of his cock sliding between your wet, pretty lips, disappointed he can’t see the way your tongue works sinful magic on the vein that’s throbbing on the underside. But goddamn if he can’t feel it.

He waits until he’s twitching in your mouth, body thrumming with desire and desperate to spill into the back of your throat before he ends your experiment, unwilling to release the contents of his balls anywhere but inside your cunt. Because as good as your mouth feels, he also knows what it feels like to have your snug, warm walls milking him for all he’s worth, and it’s something he wants carnally.

As promised, he rids you of all of your clothing except for your boots, though he is tempted to leave your skirt bunched around the swell of your hips because of the way it makes you look so slutty, so needy for him you couldn’t wait a second longer. But, he thinks, there’ll be another time for that, instead wanting to see you bare, fully, since he didn’t get the pleasure the last time.

“Andrei,” you whine when his strong arms pin your hands over your head, settling himself between your legs. Your body arches into his, desperate. “Please.”

“Such gorgeous legs,” he groans, ignoring you, moving one hand to nudge your thigh up over this hip, then the other. “Perfect fucking body you have.”

“Didn’t you say you were gonna ruin me? Seems like all bark and no bite.”

His eyes, normally so warm and kind, darken at your sass, and he smirks. He’ll never admit it out loud, but he loves that you can match him step for step, challenging him with your attitude that intrigues him like no other girl ever has.

The sound you make when he presses into you is near enough to make him bust right then and there; similarly, the groan he emits once he’s buried to the hilt makes you gush, feeling yourself clench tightly around his length. He’s warm, and you swear he’s bigger than before, stretching you entirely around his delicious girth. Every movement he makes is perfect, starting slow and building his pace, different from before now that he has time and space to truly ravish you. You don’t have to ask him to keep going, to move faster, to go harder, because he knows exactly what you need before you do.

You’ve lost the ability to speak, though if you could, you’d only be able to moan out his name. His pace is brutal, hips slapping against the back of your thighs, and the rough movement of his body has the cross hanging around his neck brushing against your chest with his rhythm. It’s a filthy thing, the desire to have his chain hitting your face, an inexplicably sexy detail that somehow cranks the temperature up to scorching levels.

When he lets your hands go in favor of cupping your face, your hands slip around his muscular shoulders, clutching onto him as you hang on for dear life. He wants to kiss you, to get his mouth on you, but he can’t bring himself to stop looking at your face, in awe of the way your brows scrunch together and how your mouth falls open when he hits your g-spot just right.

“Feel so fucking good, baby,” he murmurs, his accent thicker now that he’s exuding more effort with his hips instead of his English, determined to stay on pace and bring you to your high. “So pretty.”

This time, when you come, you’re in the comfort of your own home and don’t have to stay quiet for fear of your brother walking in at any second, so you’re free to cry out his name when your legs shake as your climax hits you like a fucking train. A white hot blur of pleasure blinds you, taking over every single cell in your body with everything Andrei.

He’s not far behind you, shooting thick ropes into your eager and waiting center, greedily accepting everything he has to give you. His head falls in the juncture of your neck and your shoulder, hair tickling your jaw as he pants, breath hot against your already molten skin.

“I’m never gonna be able to look Staalsy in the eye ever again,” he says. He’s joking, of course, but there’s a part of him that knows everything is different now, and not just because of the pussy that he’s pretty sure was crafted in heaven specifically for him.

Andrei Svechnikov is falling in love with his captain’s little sister, and there’s not a damn thing he can do to stop it.

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the all star break

andrei svechnikov x reader x brady skjei

warnings: smut. just smut, no plot. 3some. rewrite from my ao3. dirty smut? unprotected sex, and slight breeding themes, nothing graphic.

word count: 3400 (ish)

summary: brady comes over after leaving something during team board game night… you know the deal.

The week had come in february, all star week. the beloved week where me and andrei could finally relax for once, laying in each other’s presence with no words and just lazy cuddles and binge watching TV between icy practices in the morning.

it was midway in the afternoon, edging on 2 when andrei and i laid together on the couch, my body nestled underneath his own. distant noise filled the room, a somber playlist playing over the surround sound of the living room. both of us had been staring holes into our phones as we laid together, our breath synced. silence laid between us like a hazy fog before he broke it, his thick accent sharp like a knife.

“skjeisys coming over, if that’s okay. he left some stuff here the other night during our game night.” andrei looked down at me, noticing my head pushed back so my eyes could meet his.

“okay, that’s alright” a smile formed on my face, leaning up to place a kiss on his lips. his lips met mine, he seemed hungry and needy as he met me in the kiss. his hand came up underneath my chin, his hand slowly wrapping around my neck, gently squeezing before his fingers lingered along my soft skin.

“andrei…” i whispered under my breath as he kept a lose touch on my neck. our bodies shifted, his legs untangling from mine as i sat up between our bodies, then placing myself in his lap. my hands around his neck as he placed his palm against the back of mine, holding my steady. our kiss continued, even deepening.

“baby..” he mumbled, i ignored the slight protest from him as i pressed my tongue against his. i could feel him against the skimpy shorts i tramped around the apartment in, trying not to make a noise when he’d shift, pressing himself into me. my hands played with the soft hair that fell around his face on a day without work.

“he’ll be here soon…” he mumbled, moving his face down into the crook of my neck, pressing gentle kisses to my skin before finding my pulse.

“you’re the one who’s… fuck.. still going!” i mumbled sweetly as he sucked the soft spot in my neck. he continued as his phone buzzed. i grabbed it to see brady had texted him again

“he’s a few minutes away..” i spoke gently, between soft gasps. “we have time.” Andrei continued to bite down my neck, gently pulling my shirt up and over my head.

i didn’t protest, i couldn’t, it felt so good. he hadn’t been like this in weeks. reaching behind my back, he unclipped my bra before removing it and moving down to bite down on my nipple. it was fast and unexpected, causing me to let out a gasp before my fingers tightened in his hair, his golden locks curling around my fingers.

“andrei.. please” soft whimpering and little whines, grinding against him, he placed his hands against my hips, holding me still against his hips, as he kept biting down my body. quickly time slipped away before there was a knock at the apartment door.

“fuck-“ i spoke as andrei looked up, pulling away from my chest. andrei got up, grabbing a blanket so i could cover myself while he went to get the door. i covered myself quickly while my shirt and bra were scattered on the floor.

“hey.” brady smiled. svech let him in and brought him to the kitchen. over the island i was on the couch, covering my upper half. the two chatted, looking over at me. they had continued to do what brady had shown up to do and brady got his stuff back before they stood in the kitchen talking. brady finally looked at me and i hadn’t been paying attention to the conversation so i gave him an innocent smile, and i took my arm out from behind the blankets to give him a short wave.

they had sat there and talked for a good few minutes, both glancing over at me as i had sat in silence, looking at my phone again with bare shoulders out of the sheets.

“we could always use help..” andrei mumbled, that you caught.

“oh really?” brady’s hand made it through his growing hair, the grey strands having had fallen over his eyes.

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Brady’s chest rose and fell with each breath as my back pressed against his broad chest. i inhaled sharply as his hand engulfed mine, andrei moving down between my legs while i sat in brady’s lap. andrei was using brady to keep my legs separated so he could eat me out without me closing my thighs around his face.

andrei moved down between my legs, slowly pulling the shorts from my body before he took a glance at my panties. he mumbled something under his breath before his tongue met my clothed cunt. he then removed my panties placed them next to my shorts.

“god you’re so wet..” brady mumbled, looking down at the soaked panties on the floor. “and he gets this.. every day of the year.” brady’s breath brushed against the shell of my ear. he began to place kisses against the back of my ear, moving down to my neck while andrei began to kiss up my thighs, his teeth sinking in at one point.

“ngh.. fuck” i huffed, pushing my head back into brady’s shoulder. he watched closely as i moved against andreis tongue, studying how my body reacted to the little things.

Brady slowly pushed his hand up my side, gliding his palm over my skin before gently grabbing at my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers. quietly panting, i pressed my face back, into the crook of his neck, not only embarrassed but overwhelmed as his other hand came up and gently squeezed my neck before pushing two fingers up to my mouth.

“open..” he spoke, sternly, but his voice was calm and gentle compared to andreis when he was demanding. i complied easy, my jaw dropping before he placed his fingers against the warmth of my tongue.

down below, andrei had made work with my cunt, gently sucking, and kissing at my clit. my hips rocked against his face, overstimulated from attention from the two of them.

“fuck…” i attempted to cry out against brady’s fingers. andrei moved his hands up, gripping my hips as he held them down, forcing me from grinding into his face.

“skjeisy… hold her hips down..” he mumbled, brady nodded before taking an arm and placing it over my stomach, spreading his fingers to hold me. andrei moved a hand down and started teasing at my hole, brady had removed his fingers from my mouth, allowing my sounds to break free as his thick fingers pushed into my entrance.

short incoherent whimpers left as he toyed with me, pushing his fingers into me at a pace matched by his tongue against my clit. a fountain of moans fell from my lips as they continued to play with me like an object.

Andrei began speeding up his pace, his fingers long, inserting another one. his fingers grazed over the spot that had me buckling at the knees, my vision becoming blurry as i held back from cumming until i felt brady bite down on my earlobe, the feeling only encouraging me to cum.

i felt the white hot sensation fill my senses, stars bursting behind my eyelids as i covered andreis fingers with my juices. incoherent mumbles formed from words attempting to be spoken were babbled until i couldn’t go on, soon laying into brady’s chest, heavy breaths leaving me.

“god you’re gorgeous when you cum…” brady says in a whisper against my ear, moving down to gentle bite my neck. i quietly panted, pushing my body against his, sharing body heat, being comforted by him as he rubbed his hands down my side, bringing me down from an overstimulated state.

andrei got up, placing his hands beside our legs before gently grabbing my face with a smile. “pretty girl..” he smile before kissing me.

“why don’t we take this to the bedroom? i’m sure she can’t be comfortable like this for much longer.” andrei said looking down at me, as i was leaning against brady, sprawled out. they both nodded before brady picked me up, carrying me to me and andreis bedroom.

as they opened the door, brady laid me down into the soft sheets of the familiar bed. i pushed my head back into the bed… it was so cozy. andrei made a show out of it as he stripped, slowly pulling his shirt over his head and taking everything slow until he was down to his boxers. brady was swift but not messy, he pulled off his shirt and then his shorts and his boxers remained but i couldn’t help but laugh when they were goofy unlike andrei who wore simple, red or black.

they must have had some sort of secret bro messaging system, as they nodded and somehow knew what would happen. andrei got on the bed, leaning over my body before he leaned down to kiss me again. he spoke against my lips, soft and sweet.

“you’re gonna let brady fuck you.. you’ll be a good girl for him, okay? i love you.” he spoke , waiting for my affirmation. i nodded, pulling him down into another kiss before he moved away, getting up, sitting in the chair across from the bed to watch us.

“you’re so pretty.” he mumbled, a small smile on his face. brady leaned down over me, his hands on either side of me as i pushed my hands up behind his neck, getting him to come closer so i could press my lips against his, kissing him.

i pulled him closer, my mouth open in a soft gasp, he pressed his tongue against mine as i opened my mouth for him. gentle breaths left the both of us, his breathing was heavy, but they synced as i tangled my fingers in his hair, reluctant to the kiss ending.

brady soon left my lips, now kissing down my neck, gently sucking at it until he found my pulse, causing me to suck in a sharp breath. andrei watched as he pleased me, he wasn’t jealous but he took notes. andrei knew my body better than anyone else, but watching another man please me just made it easier to tell what he needed to do better on. he tried to ignore the erection in his boxers, but the feeling was straining.

brady continued to move down my body, his hands coming to my chest before his mouth. his large hands giving my breasts a squeeze before i felt his teeth as he gently bit one of my nipples, causing my to throw my head back. my back arching into him, his hand coming under my back to hold me closer. his tongue was flat against my breast before he moved to the other.

“b-brady.. please…” i pleaded, as he looked at me, pulling his mouth away so he could see me.

“cmon.. you can do better then that.” he shook his head, his hair falling over his eyes.

andrei, sitting in the chair had been biting back on his thumb, trying not to give into his urges but as he watched brady finally pull down his boxers, laying his cock against my cunt, he couldn’t take it. he pulled himself out, slowly stroking himself as brady teased me.

“beg for it , baby.” he smiled, his usually kind smile seeming cynical. “cmon.. i know you can.” his cock was heavy against me, he was thick. not as long as andrei but would stretch me out.

“brady, please. i want you.. i’ve needed you for so long.. i just want you to fuck me till i can’t think straight. please!!” i pleaded, begging him like he asked me to.

“for so long? how long, princess.” he was looking down, watching how his cock laid against my folds, before his chocolate eyes bored into mine.

before i answered, i looked over at andrei, looking for an answer. he nodded quickly, licking his lower lip. i looked back at brady

“for a long time.. i told andrei after that fight you guys had when you were on the rangers.. then after you came to the canes, it was all i could think about..” i inhaled sharply, my cheeks were bright red with embarrassment.

“god.. you’re such a slut.” he mumbled.

“i know!! i’m such a fucking whore. please !! just fuck me!!” my hands balled into the sheets, trying so hard to not bust.

the sly smirk on brady’s face said everything that needed to be said before he slid himself into me. with no mercy, he bottomed himself out inside of me, stretching me around him. he sat there for a moment, head tilted forward, hair over his eyes as he let out a strangled groan.

“you’re so fucking tight..” brady groaned as he grabbed my hips, gripping so hard he could bruise me.

a wave of moans and cries left my lips as brady thrusted into me, moving one leg, propping it against his shoulder before reaching down. he placed his hand on my throat, hitting a deeper spot at the new found angle, causing me to see stars as he thrusted. andreis head tilted back with heavy breathing, getting off to the sound of another man using me, especially one of his teammates.

my hands balled into fists, clutching the sheets as he continued to pummel into me. i watched as his face changed with pleasure, he had always been very emotive. his jaw slacked while he pushed his head back, rough groans leaving him. his grey hairs were scattered, only adding to the view he gave me.

“ugh… you feel so good baby…”

my previous orgasm had left my body sensitive and tense and his cock, words and hands didn’t help. i could feel myself getting closer as his hand tightened around my throat.

brady moved his hand down momentarily, pressing it against my stomach, feeling himself where he thrusted into me. “i can feel myself,, right here…” he said, grabbing my hand before pressing it against my tummy.

the feeling of him in my tummy, rearranging my guts before he pulled his hand away, demanding i kept mine in place as he put it back against my throat. he looked down at me, feeling that i was close, and with pleading eyes, he could tell i wanted to cum.

“c-can i cum inside ?” he spoke, his voice was raspy. i nodded, shaking as i felt myself near my climax.

“brady.. i’m so-“ a short moan cut me off. “close. i’m so close.”

“do you wanna cum for me? cum on my cock?” i nodded desperately. “ask andrei.” he responded.

i looked over at him with pleading eyes, the sight of andrei jerking himself off was a sight to remember. “a-andrei.. can i please cum? please..” andreis eyes met mine, his eyes were lidded as he had edged himself, he nodded.

“okay princess.. cum for me, cum on my cock.”

suddenly, as his words left his mouth, a white hot sensation washed over me, my eyes rolled back as they shut tightly. a river of loud moans spilled from my lips.

incoherent moans along with an astounding string of curses left me, and as i reached my climax, so did he. andrei also allowed himself to let go, cum shooting across his stomach, his short groans turning into the sweet moans i cherished in bed. bradys hands moved down, gripping my hips with a bruising sense of strength. his hips were heavy against mine, spilling his cum into me with the effect to have his cum fill me to the brim.

slowly, we came down from the high, not wanting brady to pull out, we sat there for a few minutes, in lingering kisses. eventually he sat up, laying my leg down back to his side as he reluctantly pulled out.

“oh look at that…” he said, biting his lower lip as the cum spilled out of my tired body. “andrei, come look at her..” he smiled . andrei got up, stretching before he came to see where brady’s cum would spill from your cunt. brady had picked your legs up, holding them like a doll. your thighs had squeezed together, playing to the effect of the cum spilling from my cunt.

“she looks so fucking good.” andrei spoke before brady let go of my legs, slowly bringing them back down. brady then moved, sitting on the bed unlike andrei, placing my head to sit on brady’s thigh. andrei had moved between my legs, his hands placing down onto my sides, feeling up my body.

“you’re such a good girl.” he smiled, leaning over me to kiss me gently. i gladly accepted, smiling against his lips. “did brady make you feel good?”

i nodded, glancing back up at brady, watching us as we smothered each other like two love birds. brady moved his hand down, stroking my hair before moving his hand down to gently rub my cheek. his thumb running over my lips as andrei pulled away.

“do you think you can go one more time?” brady said, glancing at andrei. i nodded, feeling andreis hands gently rub my where brady had gripped the sides of my hips, causing bruises to begin forming.

“do you wanna lay on your stomach?” andrei had asked, knowing i liked it when he fucked me from behind anyways. i nodded, my body was weak already.

andrei helped turn my body over, laying my legs down so that my hips would lay against his. he wrapped my legs around him before centering himself, and slowly pushing into me. a gasp escaped my lips, turning into a slow moan as he leaned over me, gently pressing his hand into the small of my back in order to push my arch further inward, making it better for the both of us.

the intimacy buzzing between me and andrei made brady begin to get hard again. “fuck..” he grumbled. i turned my head to look at him, reaching a hand up to stoke him while andrei slowly began to thrust into me.

i pushed my face into the sheets as pleasure overcame me. brady knew how to please me but andrei knew my body better than any one else. he would grab my thighs and place pressure in the right places , causing me to whimper while i continued to stroke brady. brady was a lot louder than andrei, as andrei would concentrate on pleasing me rather than himself so much. but alas, he’d let out soft grunts and groans. when i’m against him, i can feel him tense up. i love holding him when we fuck, just to feel how his body responds to me. i also love when he fucks me while i lay on my back so i can watch his face and how his hair falls over his eyes.

brady pushed his head back, groaning as i stroked him, stroking my thumb over his tip, making him shutter.

andrei leaned over me, placing one hand on my back before placing the other down next to my waist.

“детка…” he blew out, caught up in the feeling of our bodies intertwined. i love when he gets this worked up.

“Я тебя люблю..” he pushed his head down, panting as he thrusted into me. my free hand gripping the sheets as i could feel myself nearing.

i could barley focus on brady as andreis thrusts had me seeing stars.

“oh my god… please… fuck!!” i cried out , sloppily stroking brady’s cock as andreis rhythm faltered.

“do you wanna cum for andrei?” brady mumbled, watching as i panted.

“yes…fuck yes i do!!” i cried out.

“then cum for me baby…” andrei mumbled, grabbing a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back to hear me cry out as i came. i screamed out, cumming as andrei rutted his hips into mine, spilling himself into my already filled cunt. i slowly stroked brady as i struggled to stay composed.

andrei pulled out, watching as his cum spilled out of me, he took his fingers and pushed it back in. “dirty girl..” he smiled, looking back at brady who hadn’t cum again yet.

andrei gently picked me up, holding me in his arms. “hi baby..” he smiled, giving me a kiss on the head. “you’re doing so good, but why don’t you help brady cum one more time.” he said, pushing my hair from my eyes. i let out an exaggerated groan before kissing him quickly, and moving down in front of brady.

“sorry i couldn’t make you cum the first time..” i said, leaning up to give him a gentle kiss.

“it’s alright, princess.. how are you gonna repay me?” he smiled, staring down at me, his eyes were heavy.

andrei had stepped out of the room, going to put on his shorts he had had on before going to grab some food and water for all three of us.

i moved down between brady’s legs again, starting by licking the tip, covered in precum again.

“mmh…” i let out a gentle sound before licking a stripe all the way up his member, taking him into my mouth. he was too big to fully fit in my mouth, leading to him pressing his hand onto the back of my head, slowly pushing me further around his cock.

“oh my god” he groaned out, pushing his head back. he had already neared his finish while i was stroking his cock but he just needed to be pushed over the edge. the edge being my throat on his cock.

“yes baby- im.. fuck me! i’m gonna cum!!” he whined, groans leaving his mouth, he went into a frenzy, taking his two hands against my head, pushing me down further than i could take before he came in my mouth. he let go, realizing i needed to breath, his cum coating my mouth before i pulled off of him, licking the tip before forcing myself to swallow.

“oh look at you.. good girl..” he said, smiling down at me.

i leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his lips, forcing him to taste himself. he placed his hand in my hair, deepening the kiss.

“let’s clean you up.” he said, as he pulled away. brady then helped lay me down,

before grabbing his shorts and pulling them on. he walked into the bathroom that me and andrei shared, finding a clean washcloth. he soaked it in warm water before walking back out.

“spread your legs.” he said, as i shamefully did so, the post nut guilt washing over me, he wiped away where the cum had dried and had begin to spill out of me. “let’s make sure that stays in there…” he said, pushing his fingers in me again, causing me to cry out his name. the strongest bit of sensitivity ruined me. a low chuckle left him as andrei walked back in. sitting down next to me giving me water and some junky food. brady had found a shirt, seeing it was his he handed it to me and i pulled it on before him and andrei helped me get under the covers, laying down between the two of them, their arms draped over me while i quietly ate, turning on the tv to find something to watch.

“thank you..” i mumbled past a few sips of water. andreis face pressed against my neck, i could hear a soft.

“you’re welcome princess, i love you.”

“i love you too…and you too brady.”

causing a soft squeeze around my waist.

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NHL app: *goes off*

Me: which one of my children are being sold today

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via mikko rantanen��s instagram story (10.10.20)

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i just saw a gif of pierre luc dubois and OUT LOUD said “i’d let him shatter my clavicle” ... BRO WHAT

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a/n: i am IN MY PLD FEELS. also!! for my purposes, you & pld have a baby daughter named Leah Leah Josephine Dubois is the cutest name ever don’t clown on me

summary: a teammate asks pierre, while they’re talking about you, “What did you see in her?” at a team barbecue. pierre reflects.

warnings: this is just pure fluff, okay? y’all know i can’t resist pierre being a softie

“What did you see in her?”

As if it was that easy. As if Pierre could just rattle off a list of attributes like he believed all you were was a collection of descriptive words, words that he could use to flatter any woman he liked. As if he looked at you and could pinpoint exactly what it was that drew him to you like a honeybee to a blossom, needy. As if he didn’t look at you like you were the world to him, like you were everything and everyone he would ever need.

Leah twisted in your arms, giggling at you as you played Peek-A-Boo with her.

“What did you see in her?”

As if he was the only one who saw you. As if he was the only person in the room who knew you the way he did, knew the secrets and the inside jokes and the specific way you’d wrinkle your nose at your daughter when she’d done something careless (“We can’t blame her, honey, she’s just a baby,” you’d say, furrowing your brows together, struggling. “How do we teach her without making her feel bad?”). As if you weren’t the brightest girl in the room, save only for your daughter.

Your smile reached your ears as you pressed your lips to Leah’s nose. She laughed, a bright, high noise, attracting a few “awe”s from the crowd at the barbecue.

“What did you see in her?”

As if you hadn’t been the only person there for him at home when he’d come back with an especially painful injury, running a bath and holding him, letting him lay against your chest, your arms and hands cleaning him, relaxing every muscle one by one. As if you hadn’t told him you’d be with him no matter what, that even if his hockey career went bust (not that you believed it would; but in the case that it did) you’d stay with him, for him, because you loved him. As if you hadn’t told him you loved him in millions of little ways every day, from the way you washed his jerseys and spent your nights scrubbing the blood out of his clothes to the smile you wore when you brought Leah to his games dressed to the nines in Dubois gear, showing off for the cameras and the crowd.

He caught his daughter’s eye, did a little wave with his fingers. Leah turned bashful, bringing her hands to her mouth, smiling. You laughed and leaned down to tuck your face next to hers - “Wanna say hi to Daddy? Say hi, Daddy! Say hi!” You waved at him and giggled as Leah mimicked you with her own tiny little hand and smile. 

She looked so much like you it was crazy. The way she was walking, now, her confident little bopping from side to side, was so reminiscent of the way you walked down the hall while listening to music, mindlessly mouthing along to the words. Her nose was definitely Pierre’s, but her happy face, her rainbow-ed eyes, her larger-than-life smile, her whole head leaning up and back, nearly tipping herself over - that was all you.

“What did you see in her?”

Pierre nearly socked his teammate in the face. “You mean what didn’t I see in her.”

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18 & 19 from the fluff list with PLD 🥺💖

“did i ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?” + “ew, that is so sappy, i might vomit.”

As much as you loved going out with everyone, there were some nights when you just needed a quiet night in. That’s where you found yourself now, curled up on the couch with the latest reality TV show playing. Phil and Georgia were keeping you company, the two bulldogs cuddled into your side under the fluffy blanket.

Luc had been texting you all night, his messages getting less and less legible as the hours passed. You knew he had to have been in rough shape by how, and you couldn’t deny that you had laughed a little too hard at Josh’s snap story, a video of Luc nearly falling over on his way to the bar. It took a lot of alcohol for your 6’3” 220 lbs boyfriend to get like this, but after a good stretch of the season he deserved to let loose with the guys.  

The dark living room and soft snores from the dogs slowly lured you to sleep, your eyes falling heavy despite wanting to stay up for him. You didn’t know how long you had been asleep, either minutes or hours, before you heard the jingling of keys in the door. You smiled to yourself as the sound continued, knowing Luc was struggling with such a basic task in his current state.

You threw the blanket off of your warm body and pushed off the couch to move to the door. The dogs eagerly followed you, their ears were perked up ever since the noise began. Without thinking, you twisted the doorknob open. But much to your surprise, Luc was leaning against the door, giving up on trying to open it. He fell straight into you, all 220 lbs knocking you down to the ground. His own body followed, but luckily he still had enough awareness to land on his arms, catching himself just in time.

“Fuck, baby,” he slurred, “Are you alright?”

You opened your eyes to see him hovering above you, his brows furrowed in concern as his eyes scanned your face to see if you were okay.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you laughed.

“I’m so so so sorry, baby,” Luc apologized, the scent of tequila pungent in his breath. His hands cupped your face, thumbs rubbing gently strokes against your cheeks.

“Luc, I’m okay, really,” you reassured, circling your arms around his back.

He leaned down to press soft kisses all over your face, his giggles filling the room as the alcohol still ran through his veins.

He pulled back, taking the time to stare at you laying on the hardwood beneath him.

“Did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?” he whispered, a gentle smile spreading across his lips.

You rolled your eyes at his words before a huge grin took over. Luc was an affectionate drunk, to say the least.

“Ew, that is so sappy, I might vomit,” you laughed, roughing up his brown curls as you teased him.

“If anyone’s vomiting tonight, it’s me,” he slurred, his cheeks flushing bright red from the alcohol.

Just like that you sat up, pushing Luc with you as you rose.

“Nope, no way you’re vomiting on top of me.”

“I could do other things on top of you,” he jested, a cheeky grin on his face as he looked up at you from his spot on the floor. Phil had already nuzzled himself into Luc’s lap and Georgia was right by his side, both so happy that their guy was back.

“Try me in the morning, Dubois,” you shouted, already walking away towards your bedroom, the exhaustion of what time it was hitting you.

Luc’s bellowing laugh filled the air as he stumbled behind you, his height giving him an advantage and he finally reached you, snaking his arms around your waist before carrying you to bed.  

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one margarita - p.l.dubois

requested [] yes [x] no

song: one margarita - luke bryan

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tyler: “the last game we were pretty smiley before the game…we need to get a little more less smiley next game” 
also tyler: *smiling and giggling as he says he needs to get less smiley*