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Kirby

well yes!

#kirby dach #turcs’ talk

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HI!! i'm new here, but the matt fic you just posted?!?! omg, so beautiful, so adorable, i am melting. <33 gonna be reading on repeat. thank you for blessing us!! it's amazingly written <3

YOU ARE TOO SWEET THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 lots more to come☺️

#matt rempe #turcs’ talk

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First of all thank you for the Rempe content

Second of all, I’ve been thinking about this:

You’ve been dating Matt since just after he got to Seattle. You’re openly aware of his fighting and you don’t mind it but once he gets to the NHL you can’t help but let the media and the backlash get to you about Matt fighting. When he gets ejected from a game on a match penalty, you find yourself going down to see him, clearly upset and trying to drill into it him that he doesn’t have to fight all these people, he has nothing to prove. He doesn’t see it that way and you two go back and forth for a little while. He turns to you and says ‘this is who I am. I am working on it, I ask you to accept that’ or something like that and then you have to accept that his fighting is a thing but it doesn’t mean you’re happy about it still. So now every time he gets in a fight he brings you flowers and chocolate after the game

kisses

matt rempe x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, mild arguing, fluff, kisses

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“matthew rempe.” you yell busting open the door.

“jesus you scared me.” he jumps, giggling.

“what have i fucking told you matt.” you say sternly as the boy sits down in front of you.

“what?” he shrugs.

“matt please for the love of god stop all this fighting crap. i mean it.” you press, tears welling up in your eyes.

“it’s fun, i never mean any harm by it.” he replies.

“matt, i know. but please. just stop. for your own sake and the sake of your health please. it hurts my heart having to stitch you up after every game. please just at least take a break from it, or only fight when it’s necessary. i just wanna see my boys face healthy again.” you say wiping a tear of frustration that fell.

“come here baby.” he says lowly, opening his arms for you to sit on his leg as you brushed his soft hair from his face.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t know you felt that way. i’ll try to dim it down okay? this is just the kind of player i choose to be y/n, and that’s how it is but i promise im gonna try to dial it down for you.” he says pressing a kiss to your temple.

“but just know if any guy ever chirps about you they’re dead, okay?” he giggles wiping your tears away gently with his thumb.

“okay.” you smile lightly, finding it hard to ever stay mad at him.

“and i’m sorry for getting ejected again, i know you like staying for the whole game.” he giggles with his chin rested on your shoulder in a hug.

“it’s okay baby. i can’t be mad at being able to have you at home sooner. i always miss you when i can’t come.” you giggle, scratching his scalp with your nails, something he always loved you doing.

“is it bad that i feel that way too.” he says pulling away, locking eyes with you.

“no it just means you love me.” you smile, squishing his cheeks like a baby before he pulls your hand away.

“would you stop that, you know i don’t like it.” he laughs

“well i think it’s funny, and i feel in this moment you deserved it.”

“touché”

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“matt.” you mumble under your breath as you sat on the couch with a load of emails on your laptop, the game on your tv. of course, another fight. a much more evenly matched one this time. you shut your laptop with anxiety waiting for the final buzzer of the game to sound, eventually dozing off as your mind scrambled at what possible injuries you would have to ice or stitch tonight.

“y/n?” you wake up to the sound of matt’s voice in a low volume, trying not to startle you as his hand rested softly on your leg.

“what, huh? oh my gosh.” you say realizing that you had fallen asleep.

“i got you these.” matt says, revealing the gorgeous bouquet of roses and your favorite chocolate.

“awe matt what is this for?” you ask with your lip pouted, observing the sight in front of you. a beautiful bunch of roses and your beautiful boyfriend.

“for breaking my promise. i’m sorry baby.” he says as you lean over to kiss him on the lips.

“it’s okay my love, you know how hard it is for me to stay mad at you for literally anything. these are beautiful.” you smile lightly at him.

“i had to hand pick them, only the best for my beautiful girl.” he smiles kissing your hand delicately.

“but seriously, promise after tonight, im gonna try to be better.” he swears, setting the objects on the coffee table.

“all i ask is for you to try.” you reply as you stand up, wrapping yourself up in his large frame.

“i’ll think of you out there, every game. every time i get challenged. i swear to god i will.” he mumbles into your hair as he kisses you on top of the head.

“i love you so much.” you say looking up into his deep brown eyes.

“i love you too.” he smiles, leaning down to attach your lips once again.

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#matt rempe fluff #matt rempe x reader #matt rempe imagine #ny rangers #nhl #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #turcs’ talk

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WHERE IS THE FLO SMUT 😂😂 we need it

i just moved into a house w no internet i SWEAR it’ll be out sometime very soon😭😭😭😭😭 this last week has been stressful as fuck

#florian xhekaj #turcs’ talk

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new to your page and I absolutely love your writings no clue if you take request or suggestions but boy oh boy do I have a matt rempe scenario on my mind that would drive me insane if you wrote about it🫣

i certainly do take requests, pls send it in!!!!

#matt rempe #turcs’ talk

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NO ONE GETS IT LIKE I DO

Please-Q. Byfield

Quinton Byfield x fem! Reader

In which all you have to do is tell him what you need

Warnings?; smut, penetrative sex, p in v, unprotected sex( a big no no), thigh riding, cursing, pet names, kissing, after care, I apologize for any errors!

“Q..please.” You whimpered against his lips, doing your best to grind your hips down against his muscular thigh despite the tight grip his hands had on your hips.

“Please what baby?” The forward smirked up at you.

You huffed in frustration once again attempting to grind down but the man’s grip only tightened giving you no room to try again.

“Gotta ask for what you want, how am I supposed to know if you don’t ask hmm?”

You groaned at the sound of amusement in his voice, knowing he was enjoying every moment of this pleasurable torture.

“C-can I please ride your thigh?” You asked softly.

Quinton couldn’t help the grin that broke out on his lips, eyes darkening as he let up his grip and guided your dripping core to his thigh, enjoying the way your head dropped back and the soft gasp that escaped your lips as he began to move you back and forth over the tattooed skin.

“Fuck..” you cried as he flexed his thigh allowing for more pressure against your core.

Your hands gripped tightly onto the cushion behind him, stabilizing yourself as the pleasure began to overtake your senses.

You mind went blank as the hot feeling in your lower belly spread throughout your body, his large hands feeling hot against the bare skin of your hips.

“So good Q.” You moaned as you opened your eyes back up to look into his lust filled ones.

A shiver ran down the boys back at the fucked out look in your eyes, his own want and need taking over at the feeling of your cunt leaving his thigh wet and messy.

“Fuck this.” He mumbled.

You didn’t have time to take in his words before his hands were moving down to your thighs and you were quickly pinned under his larger body, his hands pushing down his basketball shorts and boxers in one go, allowing his cock to spring free.

You moaned at the sight of his swollen cock, the tip glistening with precum as he ran it along your glistening folds.

“Quinton..please.” You begged once again, needing nothing more than your boy inside of you.

He groaned at the sound of your pure need, not making you wait any longer he pushed his cock into you.

Your body arched into him as he slide in, his thick cock stretching you wide earning him a mix of whines and moans as he filled you to the brim.

He allowed you a second to adjust before he began fucking into you, he set a slow pace at first, groaning as your nails dug into his back.

“Fuck-so good for me baby.” He moaned into the crook of your neck, lips moving all around the skin as he nipped and sucked at the skin.

You wanted to reply, you really did but your mind was clouded with pleasure. The feeling of his strong body pressed so closely against yours while his cock continuously nudged at the spot deep inside you.

Quinton could feel you getting close by the way your pussy clenched around him so tightly and your moans raised an octave.

He pulled his lips from your collarbone to pull you in a heated kiss, his soft lips slotting over yours as he kept up with his deep thrusts.

“Gonna come for me baby? Can feel you hugging me so tight.” The boy smirked down at you.

“Mhm” you nodded mindlessly, mind completely mush due to the constant pleasure the boy was providing you.

The boy groaned at the way your body shook against his, a small wince escaping him as your nails scratched down his back as your orgasm rolled over you.

He reached his high shortly after you, his soft whimpers filling your ear as his hips stuttered and body shook. He collapsed on top of you after he fucked you through his high, placing soft kisses against your damp skin.

“You did so good for me pretty girl.” He praised you softly as he traced random shapes on your stomach.

You smiled at his words, placing a soft kiss to his head as you allowed your bodies a moment to recover.

Quinton was the first one to move, apologizing at your soft whimper when he pulled out. The forward scooped you into his arms and walked you towards your bathroom before starting the shower.

He held you close in the shower, washing your hair and body before allowing you to do the same to him, sharing soft kisses in between each step.

He dressed you in one of his to big shirts and your favorite pajama shorts before tucking you into bed and going to get your favorite snacks.

You two spent the rest of the evening cuddled close in bed, your favorite show playing on the large tv until you both fell asleep wrapped up in each other.

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#quinton byfield #quinton byfield x reader #quinton byfield imagine #quinton byfield smut

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DON’T BLAME ME | MARK ESTAPA

nora’s bday celly | fem!reader x mark estapa

summary: in which someone runs there mouth about you on the ice and mark doesn’t let him get away with it. (1.0k words)

warnings: mentions of fighting/blood, injuries, angst with an adorable ending

author note: i love mark estapa!!

A roar of cheers erupted from the crowd at YOST Ice Arena. Your brows furrowed as you stood up, trying to catch a glimpse of what was happening on the ice. People crowded around you in the suite— Mark had gifted you the tickets before the game.

“Is that Mark?” A boy asked, turning to his friend. His friend nodded with a chuckle in response.

Your heart dropped.

You pushed to the balcony of the box as your eyes widened. On the ice stood Mark and a player from Michigan State. Mark held onto the boy’s jersey whilst he threw bare knuckle punches at him. The camera of the jumbotron zoomed in which only emphasized Mark’s furious features.

“What’s going on?” Alison asked from behind you. Her hand rested comfortably on your shoulder. “Oh my god.” Her voice trailed off.

“Yeah,” your voice was barely above a whisper as you responded.

Blood dripped from Mark’s nose— the Michigan State player had caught him square in the nose with a strong fist. However, the rest of the blood splattered on his face and jersey was from the player below him. Viciously, he hammered his fist into the boy’s face repeatedly. Referees and players from both teams crowded the two, tugging at Mark’s jersey in an attempt to stop him.

Finally, one of the referees planted both of his hands on Mark and forcefully pulled him away. As he was escorted towards the penalty box, he began shouting at the player who was uncontrollably bleeding.

“Don’t you ever talk about her again!” His booming voice reverberated throughout the arena. Everyone fell silent.

“He’s talking about you.” Alison said. You both exchanged a shocked glance at each other.

Your ears began ringing and the hair on your neck stood up. You couldn’t help but blush something fierce as you avoided the judging eyes of everyone around you.

You weren’t embarrassed of Mark fighting— honestly his fighting flicked on a switch inside of you that you recognized all too well- you were merely shocked that he was fighting over you.

What had the Michigan State player said about you?

Luck had seemed to be in your favor as the game had less than two minutes left in regulation. As the buzzer sounded throughout the arena, declaring a 4-2 win for UMICH, you let out a breath that you’d trapping. Quickly, you fled the arena’s suite and into the open halls of YOST.

The echoes of the crowd's cheers were now replaced with the hushed murmurs from individuals waiting outside of the team’s locker room.

You had convinced Alison to head home after the game with many reassurances that you were ok to wait alone. Now you leaned against the cold, painted brick of the arena, picking at your nails in an attempt to silence your whirlwind of thoughts.

“Y/N,” Ethan called out. You picked your head up and sent Ethan a smile.

“Good game!” You cheered as you opened your arms, allowing Ethan to give you a quick hug. “How’s Mark?” Your tone was laced with urgency and anxiety. Subconsciously, you picked at your cuticles, ignoring the burning sensation of pain as you ripped at your skin.

Ethan chuckled, shaking his head with a tight lipped grin. “He’s fine, don’t worry.” His words were assuring and comforting. “But I can’t say the same for the guy he was fighting. He managed to skate to the bench, but he looked pretty banged up as he went down to the locker room.”

“God,” you mumbled. Mark’s gotten into his fair share of fights and scrums, but never one that has injured a player this badly.

“I know. I was surprised they didn’t eject Marky, he dodged a bullet with that one.” he said.

“What happened that made Mark so mad?” Your question hung in the air. Ethan’s face revealed his hesitancy to tell you.

“You should ask Mark that.” He shrugged. With that he nodded his head and left you standing there. It wasn’t his place to say what had happened.

As Ethan’s figure disappeared into the sea of people, you were left to ponder over Mark’s actions. Minutes stretched into what felt like hours as you waited for Mark to emerge from the locker room. Finally, the door swung open and out came Mark. Small cuts adorned his flushed cheeks as well as a dark bruise around the bridge of his nose.

“Mark.” You called out as he locked eyes with you. As you stood before him, your eyes scanned his face. “Oh, babe, you’re all beat up.” Your lips dropped into a frown.

“You should see the other guy.” He smirked, his voice laced with pride. He wrapped his arms around you, bringing you into a bone crushing hug. On your tallest tiptoes, you melted into his embrace.

“Mark,” you began, your voice hesitant, “what happened out there?” He hummed, nuzzling his face deeper into your neck.

“Just some douchebag talking shit.”

You pulled back from the hug, staring deeply into his eyes. “I know there’s more to the story. Everyone heard what you shouted at him.”

He sighs, shaking his head and looking upwards towards the ceiling. “He said something about you that he had absolutely no right to say. It was disgusting and I couldn’t stand there and let him get away with it.” His jaw was clenched as he looked at me with fiery eyes.

You were taken aback by his confession. Mark put himself in harm's way to defend you. Your heart melted into a puddle while your limbs felt like jello.

Suddenly, you grabbed his shirt, pulling him down into a passionate kiss. He slowly began kissing you back, smiling ever so slightly into the intimate kiss.

“Thank you.” You pulled away from the kiss breathlessly.

He grinned in awe of you. His features softened as a pink blush painted his cheeks. “I’d do anything for you.” He admitted quietly.

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i love you, i’m sorry

kirby dach x fem! reader

warnings?: fluffy asf

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“y/n?” kirby called from the living room couch. your bottom lip poking out as you heard his voice, tears welling up in your eyes. he calls out for you again as you kick off your shoes frantically, walking quickly into the living room. as you turned the corner you saw your boyfriend relaxed on the couch watching tv.

“hey.” he smiles at you. you reply with silence as you climb into his lap, straddling his hips, hugging onto him tightly.

“are you okay?” he asks as you bury your head into the crook of his neck, tears spilling without silence. his hands quickly find their way to your back, rubbing up and down the length of you spine. he shush’s you quietly, in hopes of getting you to relax, his confusion set aside.

“what’s wrong baby?” he says lowly. you stayed silent, still not replying.

“sit up and look at me.” he says and you do as you’re told, your cheeks stained with your salty tears.

“what happened?” he questions in a soft tone.

“i feel bad kirby.” you reply in a shaky tone.

“what do you feel bad about sweet girl?”

“you missed an entire season, and now it’s over and you didn’t even get to play again.” you say through your continued tears.

“oh baby,” he coos, pulling you back to his chest, “it’s okay”

“no it’s not.” you sniffle.

“i promise you, it’s okay. it happens. of course i missed playing but you were there for me through everything. you’re the reason i got through this baby. don’t cry.” he says softly, stroking your hair as he rested his chin on top of your head.

“i’m sorry.” you sniffle wiping your tears.

“stop apologizing, there’s nothing you could’ve done, nothing i could’ve done.”

“i love you.” you say practically in a whisper.

“i love you too.” he replies, pressing a sweet kiss to the top of your head as you laid in the comfort of his embrace. the only thing that could make you feel secure.

“i just wish i could’ve gotten to see you play, it was our first season together.” you say quietly as the two of you sat in silence.

“i know,and i wish i could’ve scored some goals for you.” he says, his arms wrapping snuggly around you.

“just means next season is gonna be the best one yet.” you say sitting up and locking eyes with him, his gaze filling your stomach with butterflies.

“every single goal will be for my girl.” he smiles at you as he brings you in for a loving kiss.

#kirby dach #kirby dach blurb #kirby dach fluff #kirby dach imagine #kirby dach x reader #nhl #nhl imagine #turcs’ talk

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nobody speak to me.

#kirby dach #montreal canadiens #i need him #i want to climb him #i love him so much it’s unhealthy #goodbye #turcs’ talk

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https://www.tumblr.com/turcott3/747888565913010176/i-need-flo-smut-rn

DOUBLE IT

IM WRITING TWO, TRUST LMFAOOOOO

#florian xhekaj #turcs’ talk

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I NEED FLO SMUT RN

coming to you very very soon (and what if i doubled it😨😨😨😨)

(one of my own AND a request i just received)

#florian xhekaj #turcs’ talk

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Would you write smut for flo?

i definitely would!!!! you’re speaking my language here!!!

#florian xhekaj #turcs’ talk

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main thing

kirby dach x fem! reader

warnings?: mild smut at the beginning, disgustingly tooth rottingly sweet fluff and cursing (i wrote this for myself and my delusions tbh)

~all i wanna do is spend my time with you, even when the learnings done and nothings new~

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“oh fuck.” you moan out. you could feel his bright blue eyes piercing your body as your eyes squeezed shut, an orgasm quickly approaching.

“so so good for me baby.” he coos as you collapse over his chest, feeling weak and shaky as your orgasm jolts through your body, hips stuttering as he coated your walls with his own high. you laid on his chest as you both breathed heavily.

“i love you so fucking much.” you say between breaths, pressing a sweet kiss to his jaw.

“i love you more.” he replies, delicately wrapping his arms around your weak body. you laid there for a moment inhaling his sweet scent with your eyes shut.

“baby, you gotta get up.” he giggles brushing your hair out of your face as you sat up slowly. you get up off of him, collecting his discarded shirt and pulling it on over your freshly-fucked body. it was moments like these that you felt the most beautiful. you learned very quickly that post sex glow is very real if you're with the right person.

you slid on your underwear and pulled the lazy brunette out of bed, forcing him to put sweatpants on and tugging him into the kitchen.

"y/n it's 11 pm."

"and i want a bowl of cereal with my boyfriend? i dont see the issue." you giggle as you pull the bowls out of the cabinet.

"fair." he replies emerging from the pantry with the box. this was your average night. you always see couples going out together and partying, which was fun in the beginning but you both quickly learned that both of you preferred staying home with each other. you were home bodies.

“hey baby.” he muffled with his mouth full.

“yeah.” you replied after you swallowed.

“you need your back rubs tonight? you didn’t get em last night.” he says finishing his bite.

“oh, you don’t have to it’s okay.” you reply, heart melting at the gesture. when you were younger, you dislodged a disk in your back during your solo. it had bothered you ever since. occasionally causing you intense pain and somehow, every show week you had he remembered. he’s spent the whole season out with and injury which was both a blessing and a curse. you loved that he was always at your beck and call but it broke your heart knowing that he had to miss an entire season of the one thing he’s most passionate about.

“you don’t seem relaxed, you seem stiff.” he replies which was the truth but most times it felt ,to you, like a burden on him.

“kirbs, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” you reply running your finger through his soft curls.

“no i do want to. i want to make sure you sleep so good tonight. you have a big show coming up baby. i can’t wait to see you look so fucking beautiful on that stage.” he smiles, kissing your cheek sweetly.

“okay.” you smile at the gesture, putting the bowls into the sink. you laid flat on your mattress, pulling the shirt up to your shoulders as his warm hands worked out the tightness of your muscles. you sighed as the pressure was lifted from your back and into thin air. you frowned as his hands left your back for the last time.

“feel better pretty girl?” he says lowly close to your ear and you hum in approval as he presses a soft kiss to your back. a ritual the two of you shared, kissing your “ouchies” better.

it could be all in your head, but it felt like the pressure of his kiss always solved your pain. physical, or emotional.

“thank you baby.” you smile sitting up as a relief washed over your body.

“of course.” he smiles back, kissing you sweetly on the lips. only a smile and a giggle breaking it apart.

“you ready for bed sleepy girl, you got a big rehearsal tomorrow.” he says as you tuck yourself into bed.

“oh definitely.” you yawn out as he joins you in bed. you roll over facing the boy who was already admiring you.

“sorry for staring.” he giggles.

“oh never apologize for that, i’m just as guilty.” you giggle as he pulls you to his chest snuggly.

“you’re just so gorgeous, my beautiful baby.” he whispers into your hair.

“stop.” you giggle turning red.

“what? am i not about to gloat about how lucky i am to be with someone as beautiful and talented and sweet and,”

“kirby.” you say sternly leaning up to his cheesy smile.

“what?” he giggles.

“not too much, you know me and compliments.”

“baby i already told you, you just need to say thank you, you do not have to compliment me back. just let me admire my gorgeous girlfriend.” he replies kissing you on the forehead as he speaks.

“thank you.” you smile.

“of course, you deserve it all baby,” he says placing his chin on the top of your head.

“goodnight my love.” he whispers

“goodnight handsome.” you giggle, pressing a short, sweet kiss to his lips.

the pet names practically made you sick to your stomach with sweetness but with time you grew to love them. you felt so lucky to have been chosen by a man like him. so effortlessly loving and generous.

“i love you.” he whispers, reaching to pull the lamp chain.

“i love you.” you reply as your eyes grow heavy at the sound of his heart thumping calmly in his chest.

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#kirby dach #kirby dach imagine #kirby dach x reader #kirby dach smut #montreal canadiens #turcs’ talk #positions fics

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so so so criminally underrated i LOVED that Jamie fic sm

YOU ARE TOO SWEET THANK YOU SM🥹

#jamie drysdale #i love him #thank you sm #turcs’ talk #turcs <3

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Can you do “is now a bad time to tell you I’m claustrophobic” with flo? Maybe like friends to lovers, everyone sees it and they know it but avoid it

it’s never too late

florian xhekaj x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, claustrophobia, fluff

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“oh, hey y/n.” you hear a familiar voice close behind you. you turn to see florian, who appeared to be arriving at the same time as you.

“look at us showing up at the same time.” you say giving the tall boy a quick hug. the two of you had grown close in the recent years, even growing a slight crush on him. the two of you loved to flirt in your free time, but you were afraid he didn’t see you the same way.

“that’s just us right.” he smiles pressing the up button on the elevator.

you weren’t fond of elevators but in no way were you going to walk 10 floors up the stairs. you stand together in a comfortable silence as the door slid open with a ring.

“hope this elevator is quick.” you giggle nervously.

“right, i just wanna see everyone it’s been a while.” he replies and you nod in agreement. once you reach floor 4, the elevator shakes to a stop.

“ummmm.” you say beginning to panic. he presses the open door button, seeing that you had somehow been stuck between floors.

“oh my fucking god.” you say, your breathing instantly picking up.

“hey hey, it’s okay, breathe.” florian says, standing up from leaning on the elevator wall.

“sorry.” you breathe out shakily as he holds your biceps firmly.

“it’s gonna be fine, they’re gonna be here as soon as they can.” he says in a soothing tone, his thumbs brushing your arms lightly.

“yeah you’re right it’s gonna be fine.” you smile lightly, your heart dropping into your stomach as he removes his hands from you. he takes a seat on the floor against the wall and sighs.

“didn’t plan on this happening today.” he giggles, pressing the firefighter call button, speaking briefly to the dispatcher.

“is now a bad time to tell you i’m claustrophobic?” you huff out, tears welling in your eyes. you couldn’t bear the fact that you just admitted that to him. a fear you’ve been embarrassed of since you were a kid.

“no.” he replies, noticing your fragile state. the damn finally breaks and you allow your tears to fall.

“hey no no, come here,” he says opening his legs and grabbing onto your hand, helping you to the floor. you sat leaned against his chest, his arms wrapped around your abdomen.

“sorry.” you say again.

“stop apologizing y/n. we’re gonna be okay, i promise. don’t be embarrassed.” he says pressing a light kiss to the side of your head as your breathing finally began to steady and slow.

“its just so childish.” you say leaning your head against his cheek.

“what are you talking about? no it’s not.” he replies, his breathe warm on your cheek.

“i just didn’t want you to be embarrassed of me.” you reply wiping your tears.

“love, i could never be embarrassed of you, listen help is coming.” he replies softly referencing the voice of the firefighters that you rang. he removes his hands from around you, intertwining his fingers with your hands that sat in your lap, placing the pairs of your hands on his legs.

“it’s just stupid for someone like me to be afraid of small spaces.” you say trying to laugh it off.

“i have two sisters, they have their fears and their quirks but that’s what makes them special. to me at least. they’re my best friends and i think it’s beautiful that you can own your fears. it makes you stronger.” he continues.

“thank you flo.” you say sitting up and turning to look at the boy, his blue eyes automatically locking with yours.

“of course,” he smiles at you, your heart kicking into high gear as you shook his hands off of yours, taking his face into them as your lips met in the middle. you’d never felt so seen and understood. it’s like he’d known your heart all this time and he was just waiting for the right moment to tell you.

the kiss was bordering magical, the way his lips fit yours like a lock and key. his hands found there way to your waist delicately, holding you as if you’d break into a million pieces if he held too tight, covering your skin in goosebumps. you dreaded the feeling of pulling away, especially once it finally happened.

“you’re safe with me, always.” he says lowly, brushing your hair behind your ears, revealing the dry tears that stained your cheeks.

“thank you florian.” you smile sweetly at him as you rested your head into the crook of his neck, wrapping yourselves up in each other.

“always y/n.” he replies quietly, running his hand delicately up and down your leg. you sat in silence for a long few minutes, enjoying the low sound of his heart thumping in his chest.

“you guys okay?” you jump at the sound of help finally arriving.

“oh my god, yes.” you say quickly, jolting up off the ground. florian stood up close behind you, a hand slipping around your waist, kissing you on the back of the head.

“we’re gonna pull you out this way,” the man says sending down the line for you to grab. once you both are back on safe grounds, you practically tackle the brunette in a hug which he happily accepts. he held you so tight, you never wanted him to let you go.

“i’m so glad i was stuck with you.” you huff as you pull away.

“me too, i don’t think i could stand dealing with anyone else in that situation. and besides, i would say it was good for us, kinda forced me to admit how much i liked you before it ate me alive.” he says, pulling you closer by your waist.

“i’d say it was good too.” you smile wrapping your arms around the back of his neck as he leans in connecting your lips once again, this kiss just as magical as the last.

“we should take the stairs this time.” he giggles pulling away from you slowly.

“definitely.” you agree, pecking his lips one last time before allowing him to take your hand as he led you up the treacherous 6 remaining flights of stairs.

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after dark

luca fantilli x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, protected sex, oral m receiving, kissing, fluff

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you saw your best friend disappear up the stairs as you sat in luca’s lap on the couch. you were proud that she finally grew the balls to talk to mark, let alone fuck him. you shifted in his lap to a more comfortable positions, his arms wrapping around you snuggly as he pressed a light kiss to your shoulder.

you and luca had never shown this much affection in front of so many people. it had been a couple months but you weren’t together, or at least weren’t officially together, but this seemed to be a hint at him wanting more. just like you had been dreaming about for the last few weeks. you were becoming less friend-like and more girlfriend-like.

“baby, do you wanna go somewhere?” he whispers in your ear over the loud music, his thumb rubbing back and forth on your thigh.

“where?”

“you wanna go find that place mark told us about?” he replies smirking and you nod quickly. if there was anything you loved about him, it was how good he made you feel when he fucked you, and you couldn’t wait to add the potential risk of getting caught onto that.

you stood up off his lap, intertwining your fingers as he guided you out the doors into the crisp air of ann arbor.

“he said it was off in the woods.” he replies, his grip on your hand tightening a comfortable amount.

“oh yeah, that’s not terrifying at all.”

“nope.” he giggles in reply, opening his car door for you. he pulled up vaguely directions, arriving to a random empty home, placed conveniently next to a blocked off trail.

“think we found it?” you giggle as he turns the car off.

“i’d say we did.” he replies as he grabs a blanket from his backseat before you both exit the car. you meet him at the front of the car, quickly grabbing onto his hand, the full moon dimly lighting the area enough to see each other clearly.

“it shouldn’t be too far back here.” he states, in a tone you can’t quite place.

“man i hope so. im getting cold.”

“you won’t be cold for long, don’t worry.” he replies, you could hear the smirk on his face as the words rolled off his tongue.

“oh okay.” you reply briefly, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. after a few short minutes, you finally approached the large abandoned outdoor theater.

“wow.” you say, taking in the scene. it was a lot bigger than you thought it would be, wondering why you had never heard of it ever existing. luca moves ahead of you, up a couple of rows of bleachers.

“HA nice.” he laughs.

“what?” you reply, your head snapping up toward the brunette.

“mark ditched a condom here.” he continues as you meet him, looking at the used latex on the ground.

“wow he really did.” you giggle.

“doesn’t shock me, he’s a bit careless sometimes.”

“speaking of, you brought one right?” you ask as he pulls you to him.

“of course i did, i know that’s important to you, so it’s important to me too.” he says leaning down to press a kiss to your lips as your heart fluttered. you take the blanket from his hands, covering the cold metal bleachers with it.

“i don’t know how to do this.” you giggle, not even knowing where to begin with such limited space.

“just relax, i got you baby.” he smiles giggling lightly, attaching your lips, tugging your unzipped jacket off of you. you knew you would end up here with him at some point, so you tended to wear short skirts and dresses to parties, not knowing which day he would’ve selected. it gave him easy access.

“i dressed just for you.” you smile as he gets a look at your outfit. the way his eyes scanned your body soaked your lace panties in an instant.

“fucking god.” he mutters.

“i can lose the top if you want.” you say, referring to the top that rested your tits perfectly.

“oh we’re getting there don’t worry. come here pretty girl.” he says sitting down on the blanket, beckoning you over to him. you climbed into his lap, straddling his hips as you reconnected your lips. his hand slipped under you, grazing your soaked core.

“so wet for me huh?” he says and you nod, “we can get right to it then, you make it so easy for me.”

he says locking eyes with your lust filled ones. you tossed your jacket to the ground, getting down onto your knees. you took the packaged condom out of his hand, carefully tearing it open with your teeth, not once losing eye contact. you unzipped his pants, pulling his throbbing cock out of his pants stroking him a few times.

“christ.” he grunts, looking up at the sky, “been waiting all night for this.”

“me too.” you smile, spitting on his leaking tip, taking him quickly into your mouth. you used your free hand to help you push him along, gagging on his thick cock a moment before pulling him out and jerking him off, pulling the condom out of the package. quickly you rolled the latex onto him, pressing a short kiss to his tip before standing up off your knees. he reaches out, wrapping a hand behind your neck, pulling your lips to his anxiously. you climbed back onto the bench, straddling his thick cock as you sunk onto it, a moan pulling from your throat before your head crashed onto his shoulder.

“fuck, so tight for me.” he says as he grips onto your ass, bouncing you up and down at a steady pace. you moaned as his tip brushed the soft spot inside you. he slowed down as your reached back to unzip your top, freeing your tits from their constraint.

“my fucking god, look at them” he says. quickly, he takes one into his mouth as you grind back and forth on his cock. you whimpered as his swollen cock stretched you out like never before. he was always good but was it EVER like this? not that you could remember.

“god you’re so big.” you whimper, your head nuzzled on the side of his neck. his hands return their grip on your ass, assisting your movements as you started to grow tired. he bounces you quickly up and down on his cock.

“look you pretty like this baby.” he says between his quick breaths, attaching your lips to his as you lifted your head from under his chin.

“lu, i think im getting close.” he says and lifts you lightly off his lap, snapping his hips into you, a yelp leaving your mouth involuntarily. he pounded into you quickly, hitting deeper than before.

“fuck.” you moaned loudly as your grew impossibly closer to your orgasm.

“oh i’m cumming, fuck.” he grunts as his hips stutter, spilling his climax into the condom as your own orgasm washed over you quickly.

“holy fuck.” you sigh out, your head crashing back into his shoulder.

“let’s see how many of these we can leave behind this summer yeah?” he smirks as both of your chests rose and fell heavily. you giggles at his remark, sitting up and locking eyes with him.

“you’re so fucking gorgeous y/n.” he says, a sparkle in his eye a bit brighter than usual.

“thank you handsome.” you say smiling, pressing a loving kiss to his lips. you sat up off his lap, pulling him out of you, yanking the condom off of his slowly softening cock. you tossed it to the ground, starting your own pile on the ground of the row behind you. you put your clothes back on as he tucked himself away. you straddled his lap once again, more innocently this time.

“i think i love you.” you whisper into his jawline as you peppered it with light kisses.

“what’d you say baby?” he says, pulling away, a hopefully gleam in his eyes.

“i said i thi-,” you pause as your heart pounds in your chest, “i- i love you luca.”

he remains silent for a moment as a smile grows on his face. he places a gentle hand in the hair on the back of your neck, pulling your lips to his. this kiss was much more passionate than the many you had shared before. he pulled away slowly, with a wide smile on his face.

“and i love you.” you replies before you hug onto him, never wanting to let go. this moment confirmed everything you had second thoughts about, and now it wasn’t a question as to the status of your relationship.

“we need to go back sweet girl, we gotta go meet mark and see how that went,” he says pressing kisses to your cheek.

“yes let’s go.” you say giggling as you gathered you jacket and walked back to the car, his arm snuggly wrapped around your shoulder. you climb back into the car leaning over the console to kiss him again.

“i can’t believe i get to love you.” he smiles as you slowly pull away.

“says you.” you giggle smacking his chest as he giggles, putting the car in reverse, driving back towards the party, just as busy as you left it.

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