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SHHH BABY

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𝓼ynopsis rosa decides to help her boyfriend out after he sneaks into her room . . . he just has to be quiet.

𝔀arnings smut cursing handjob cum eating? 𝔀c 875

“C’mon baby�� she purred into his ear, nipping teasingly at his ear, drawing a gasp from his lips. Cole whimpered and leaned his head back against her arm, his jaw slack as he felt her soft hand stroke him at a slow pace. 

Rosa’s eyes stayed focused on Cole’s side profile as she continued to stroke him, taking in every detail of his face. The morning sunlight shone through her curtains and God he looked so pretty under the sunlight. Not even an hour ago she was peacefully sleeping in her bed, and now she laid on her side with her left arm being used as a pillow for Cole while the other was focused on bringing him pleasure. 

“m’so close fuckk” cole groaned loudly and tilted his head to the right, shoving his face into her chest and biting onto the fabric of her — technically his t-shirt — to muffle his loud moans, not wanting to be heard by her brothers and their friends who were currently asleep in their rooms down the hallway. 

His words were true but her constant change in pace — bringing him close to the edge only to pull him back, alternating between slow and fast strokes, was pleasurably torturous. And she enjoyed every minute of it. Rosa smiled and pressed her lips against his temple, looking down at him. His body was flushed and sweaty, abs clenched and his shorts that had been pulled down earlier were lost somewhere in her blankets. 

“baby please – faster” he begged as he bucked his hips up into her hand, his words slurred and breathy. She couldn't help but smirk at how desperate he sounded, she gave the base of his dick a firm squeeze that tore a whimper from his lips, before granting his wish and saying “only cause you asked so nicely” 

she picked up her pace, her hand undulating over his throbbing length. a blush covering her cheeks from the lewd sounds that were being made from it. a loud choked gasp leaving Cole’s lips at the feeling of her rubbing her thumb over his tip, using his precum to stroke him faster. The faster rosa went, the more cole was losing his composure. she watched and listened to him in awe, the prettiest sounds leaving his lips, but sadly she needed him to be quieter. Rosa cooed in his ear tauntingly “Shhh baby, wouldn’t want us to get caught now, would you?” 

cole groaned and placed a quick nipping kiss to her jaw, muffling his moans in her neck. his fingers dug into the plush of her thigh that was draped over one of his legs, leaving little marks that he’d spend the night kissing and caressing, he promised that. She could feel his thighs shake by her legs and his dick twitching in her hands, warning her of his orgasm. 

rosa adjusted how she is stroking him, squeezing harder and focusing on the tip to make his orgasm more intense as she purred encouragingly “c’mon baby, cum for me” 

cole threw his head back against rosa's arm, biting his lip to hold in his moans as ropes of cum spilled from his dick and onto her hand. rosa slowed down her strokes as she helped him ride out his orgasm, easing him down from that high peak. 

“Hoooly shit” cole rasped out. His chest heaved and his thighs trembled, heavy pants leaving his mouth as he tilted his head back, rosa using everything inside her to hold back from leaning down and nipping at his Adams apple. Cole tilted his head to look at his girlfriend, a blissful smile on his lips. 

Cole winced slightly at the sudden feeling of her moving her hand off of him. Rosa smirked when she saw his eyes widen when she lifted her fingers towards her mouth. Keeping eye contact with him as she licked up the mess he left on her fingers. Cole let out a shaky breath as he watched her suck on her fingers, pulling them out of her mouth with a wet pop! Swallowing to wet his suddenly dry mouth before he muttered like he was in a daze “I think i might be in heaven” 

Rosa giggled at the lovesick look on her boyfriend's face and the words he had muttered. She slowly pulled her arm from under his head, placing a soft kiss to his temple before she slipped out of her bed. Cole let out a small hum as his eyes traveled up and down her body, her hair was slightly messy from tossing and turning and she was only wearing an oversized shirt that had her white lace clad bottom peeking out from under it. 

Cole’s eyes lingered on her tan legs as she practically skipped into her ensuite bathroom to wash her hands and teeth. Cole shook his head with a smile before he rested it back against her pillow, still trying to catch his breath as he thought of how wonderful his morning turned out. A quite happy chuckle left his lips when he heard her humming some song as she brushed her teeth. Dozens of dirty thoughts running through his mind as he thought of how he was going to repay her. 

roro’s note. not me posting a smut for their first post 🤭 please please let me know what you guys thought, I would love some feedback! and let me know if you guys want a part 2 of cole helping Rosa out because I am so down for writing that. Cole n Rosa, my fave switches ���🏻 this is an interactive AU so send in as many thoughts as you want!!

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hey could you do “to be dad Quinn Hughes “just him during the 9 months of pregnancy. The ups, downs, cravings, belly talk, cuddle’s and fluff whils reader feels like a balloon.☺️

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Friends don't do that - C. Keller

pairing: Clayton Keller x fem!reader

summary: She and Clayton are friends who sometimes have sex but he got jealous when she said that she's having a date

warning: NSFW, graphic sex (18+), oral (f receiving), swearing

words: 2.0k

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Clayton invited her to his place because he had news to tell her. She promised that she'll get there as soon as she can. They haven't been dating but still, she was huge part of his life. The minute she entered his house, Clayton was all over her.

She hadn't got a chance to take off her jacket and shoes when he started kissing her. She tried to stop him but he didn’t want to. He picked her up, going to his bedroom. He gently placed her on bed and started to undress her. 

“What’s gotten into you?” She asked him, laying naked in his bed and waiting for him. She was taken aback at his affection. 

“They named me a new captain and I want to celebrate this with you”. Clayton casually said while taking off his clothes. 

“Congratulations, you deserve it”. She pulled him to another kiss. 

Clayton went to a drawer to take a condom while she was playing with his dick to make him ready. Then, he grabbed her by her hips and positioned her like he wanted it. He entered her without any warning. She moaned, the pain soon turned to pleasure. He waited for a green light from her. When she nodded her head, he started moving inside of her.

At first, his moves were slow but when she moaned “Oh captain”, Clayton lost it. His thrusts became hectic. He found a perfect tempo for both of them. She lost in a moment. He never fucked her so hard like now. Sound of their bodies clapping against each other was heard in the whole bedroom. She was screaming from pleasure and he loved the control he had over her body. 

Clayton manhandled her so she had her ass in the air and her face pressed into the mattress. Again, he pushed into her harshly and fucked her even harder, spanking her ass. She loved the side of him when he was doing whatever he wanted with her body, like she was just his sex doll. When he felt, she’s close to release, he pulled her by her hair. Her backs were against his chest and he placed his hand on her clit, rubbing it. 

She was moaning his name like a mantra. After a couple more thrusts, she cum around him. Clayton hadn’t stopped. He fucked her through her orgasm searching for his release. When he finally hit his climax, pushed her on the bed so she could lay down. She turned on her backs. He pulled off his dick out of here and went to throw the condom to the trash in the bathroom. He saw her when she trying to catch a breath. 

“Hey, you alright?” He asked, concerned. 

“Yeah… You were incredible”. She looked at him and started getting out of the bed. 

“Where are you going?” 

“I have to get back home because I have a date later”. She said while picking up her clothes.

“You have a date?”. He asked surprised. They haven’t been dating because Clayton wanted to focus on hockey but when he heard that… It makes him jealous.

“Yes, I have a date. My friends set me up with some guy”. She laughed, putting her clothes back on her body.

“Do you have to go? We can stay here and order some food”. He hoped that she would change her plans. 

“Sorry but I have to go”. She kissed him and left. 

Clayton was pissed. He knew that she could go on dates but it still hurt him that she might find someone and forget about him. It made him realised that he’s in love with her and a dumb mistake by saying that he doesn’t want a relationship. She deserves to be happy and he would hope that he will be lucky to make her this way. He went to take a shower and prayed that her date would go badly. 

Around midnight, Clayton heard knocking on the door. Surprised at who’s knocking at the door at this hour, he went to check it. He hadn’t expected to see her in tears in front of him. Immediately, he pulled her into his warm embrace and let her cry into his shoulders. When she finally calmed down, he went with her to the living room. He didn’t say a word, waiting for her to talk.

“He was terrible. Only thing he was doing the whole date was talking about himself”. She sobbed. “I tried to get into words but he didn’t care. It was all about him”.

“Sorry to hear that. You deserve someone better than this dick”. He said sadly but deep down, he was happy that there won’t be a second date. 

“But you know what was the worst? You know, after a meal I like to eat something sweet like a cookie or ice cream, so I wanted to order a piece of cake but he said that I already ate enough and I don’t need more. I never felt so humiliated”. She cried at this memory, hiding face in her hands.

Now, Clayton was fuming. How could anyone say something like that? He knew her habit of always ending a day with something sweet and it broke his heart. He stood up and went to the kitchen. He opened a freezer and took out ice cream to give it to her. Ironically, he had her favorite ones. 

“Here. No guy will tell you to change your habits because he wants it. If he went that low with this comment, he didn't deserve you in the first place”. He sat next to her, placing his hand on her thigh. “Do you need anything else?”

“Can I… Can I stay the night at yours? I don’t feel like coming back home”.

“Of course, it would be my pleasure to host you”. He joked. 

They sat quietly when she was eating the ice cream. When she was done, she stood up to drop it into trash and wash her spoon. Clayton looked at her from the couch. He could have this view every day. He knew he had to react and tell her how he felt before she went on another date with a different asshole. 

She went to the bathroom to take a shower. Clayton sneaked in and placed his clothes for her to dress up on the sink. Then he left and laid in the bed, waiting for her. After half an hour, she returned, thanking him for the clothes and saying goodnight. He was surprised when he saw her leaving his bedroom.

“Where are you going?” 

“I know you have practice tomorrow so I’m going to sleep in the guest bedroom so as not to interrupt you during the night”. She answered like it was the most obvious thing.

“No, you’re staying here with me”. She opened her mouth to say something but he interrupted her. “Place your pretty ass here or I’m gonna do it”.

She obeyed. She laid in the bed next to him. Clayton pulled her so her head was resting on his chest. They drifted to sleep in a moment. When he woke up, she wasn’t next to him. For a minute, he thought it all was a dream until he heard noises from the kitchen. He stood up and went there.

“Hey, smells nice”. He said with a raspy voice.

“Oh hi. Hope I haven’t woken you up”. 

“It’s fine. What are you making?”

“I thought I’ll make you some breakfast as a thank you from crashing at your place”. She said and turned off the stove. She grabbed plates with prepared food and handed him one. 

“You know, you didn’t had to do it. I was willing to help”. He said and started eating. 

“I know but I wanted to”. 

They haven’t said anything and just ate in peace and quiet. It’s not that Clayton didn’t want to talk with her. He tried to collect all his thoughts before having a conversation with her about what they are. He was scared to confront her about it, knowing it’s his fault that their relationship was based just on sex. When they ate, she grabbed their plates and went to the kitchen to clean up. He followed her there.

“I have a question”. He started.

“Okay, hit me up”.

“What are we?” He asked, not knowing what else to say. She turned to face him and looked at him shocked.

“Well, we are just friends who had sex”. She shrugged her shoulders.

“That's bullshit and you know it”. He doesn’t know why he reacted this way when she used the word ‘friends’.

“Then enlighten me Clayton because if I remember correctly, you are the one who wanted to be friends and not a couple”. She put her hands on her hips. She got irritated at him.

“Friends don’t do shit like we do. Friends don’t kiss every time they are together. Yes, I said I just want sex but I regret this okay. I’m in love with you and I want you as my girlfriend, not a friend that I fuck when I’m horny”. She froze on the spot when she heard the three words. She hadn’t expected him to love her. It was a bizarre feeling. Yes, she loved him too but his outburst was weird.

“Wait… Where is this coming from? Are you jealous that I went on a date? This made you realise that you love me?” She had so many questions but so little answers.

“Yes. When you said you have a date… something broke in me. Our whole relationship looked for me like we are a couple but without labels and when you went out to meet this idiot, I knew that I should ask you to be mine earlier. I know I said that I want to focus on hockey but you…” He went to her and grabbed her waist. “You are as important as hockey to me, so would you like to be my girlfriend?” He asked, not knowing how she’s gonna react to his question. She looked him in the eyes and kissed him.

“You lucky I love you too. I would love to be your girlfriend”. He smiled and kissed her again. He picked her up and she put her legs on his waist.

“We have another thing to celebrate beautiful”. He said and kissed her, placing her on the kitchen island. He forced her to lay on the counter and took off her panties. He spread her legs apart and played with her pussy with his fingers. 

“Stop teasing and do something”. She begged him, tired of him taking all the time with her. Clayton laughed at her desperation. He kneeled and started kissing her inner thighs. He licked her clit and started eating her out. She was moaning and her hands fell into his hair pulling them slightly. He ate her like he was a starved man. 

She loved having his lips on her pussy. She could swear, Clayton was the best guy she ever had sex with. He was always giving her the most mind blowing orgasm. She started breathing heavily, feeling that she’s gonna reach her high soon. He decided to help her and put two fingers inside of her while still licking her clit. 

“Don’t hold it baby, just let it go”. He encouraged her and in that moment, she screamed his name. Clayton was the happiest that he’s the only person that made her cum so hard. She was trying to catch her breath when he stood up and kissed her. She deepened her kiss but he stopped her. 

“Sadly, I have to leave you but when I get back, we’ll start from where we finished”. He placed a kiss on her forehead and went to the bedroom to get ready for training. She jumped off the counter and followed him. She grabbed her clothes to take a shower when he pulled her to his chest and kissed her deeply. “I love you, see you in a few hours”. 

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Taking Nico to Disney: Headcannons

i know this is a little…specific, but as someone who has both grown up going to and has worked at disney world…HEAR ME OUT!!!

- you’ve always wanted to go to disney with nico, but the timing has never been right with off-season training, play offs, his trips back home to visit his family, and whatever else comes up. but this time? this time you’re making it happen.

- the trip has been booked, flights arranged, and your glorious week of magic and quality time with nico was finally upon you.

- he’d be just as giddy as you are. the minute he found out about your love for the theme parks, he told you how he always wanted to go as a kid, but obviously a trip to orlando is hard for a swiss kid.

- he insisted on buying themed luggage, themed shirts, themed hats, and he even bought themed socks.

- when you mentioned matching shirts as a joke, his eyes lit up, excited at the idea. he’d search for hours for the funniest pairs, buying a couple of sets, but not telling you what they were until you were there.

- your first day, of course you’d go to the magic kingdom. you were so excited to see nico’s reactions to all of the fairytales come to life throughout the park.

- you made him walk in front of you as you walked backwards around the corner on main street, wanting to see his reaction to the castle for the first time. you were lucky he was so distracted by the large structure to notice your crying, his amazed eyes and small “wow,” as he stopped walking to take it all in really got your emotions stirred.

- he’d follow your lead all day, trailing behind you with a map while you yapped and explained all about your favorite things to do as a kid. eventually you’d take the map from him, telling him you know exactly how to get around the park. “schatz, i’m trying to see what rides i want to do, give it back,” he’d argue with a huff. “neeks, we’re doing everything, don’t worry about it.”

- you loved watching his excitement and wonder with every ride the two of you went on. your heart melted at his giggles at the scenes on pirates of the caribbean, him singing along to the german (and french) section of small world, his bewilderment at the special effects of haunted mansion, his foot taps to the beat and amusement during enchanted tiki room, his screams on space mountain, his competitiveness on the buzz light year ride, his need to lift dumbo to the top for the whole ride, and his genuine cackles at every joke during jungle cruise.

- he’d also make you stop every time he saw a photographer, wanting every picture he could get from this trip. you’d happily oblige, loving all of the different fun and cute poses the photopass photographers would have you do. and the pictures where they added little effects and characters? nico has every one saved to his phone.

- and the food? good lord nico was in calorie heaven. “what do you mean i can get a foot long hot dog?” “i read about this big ice cream sundae in a mickey sink, can we get one please?” “i can’t eat this pretzel…mickey’s looking at me!”

- speaking of mickey, when it comes time for the two of you to meet the famous mouse? nico is as excited as a kid (more than child in line in front of you, honestly). he’s nearly bouncing up and down by the time it’s your turn, speed walking to the small mouse and engulfing him in a crushing hug. mickey would point out your matching shirts, ‘laughing’ silently at his “we finish each other’s” shirt and your “sandwiches.” shirt. you’d watch nico’s chest puff out, proud he got a laugh out of mickey. your lock screen from that moment on is a candid picture of you laughing and nico’s own dimpled expression while both of you look at the mouse, amused with his implied words.

- when it comes to the fireworks at the end of the night, you’re camping out to make sure nico has the absolute best possible view. guarding your spot with your life as he goes and gets something for to two of you to snack on while you wait. “god, i’m glad you’re back, this women tried to sit her four kids down right in your spot!” you’d sigh in relief while he handed you a fried corn dog. “y/n…you should’ve just let the kids sit here, it’s fine,” he’d laugh out. “no! your first fireworks experience is going to be perfect,” you’d huff, crossing your arms in a pout.

- when the fireworks started, nico would do the cliche of standing behind you while wrapping his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder while your own hands rested atop of his wrapped around your waist. you’d hum along to the various songs incorporated into the show while nico watched intently, eyes sparkling with the images in the sky. he’d give little kisses to your cheek and neck during the section that showcases all of the different disney couples, whispering a small “thank you so much for bringing me here, i love you,” into your ear.

- the other parks? nico loved just as much. he spent hours in the star wars section of hollywood studios (and rode tower of terror as many times as you wanted). he enjoyed drinking, and more importantly eating, around the world in epcot, not caring about the amount of time he’d have to spend in the gym once the two of you got home. at animal kingdom, he’d keep dragging you from animal exhibit to animal exhibit, obsessively play carnival games in the dinoland section to win a stuffed dinosaur, and talk about how amazingly intense the avatar ride was for the rest of the day.

- and the second you two got back to jersey? immediately on the phone with his family, already planning a trip next off season to fly them out and take them with the two of you, wanting to experience the whole thing with his family like he wanted to when he was a little boy.

- and the next summer, when that trip came around, you got to watch him play tour guide to his parents and siblings. explaining to them everything you explained to him during his first trip. of course, like you always do, you started and ended your trip at magic kingdom. the last day of the trip with his family, though, he dropped to one knee during the fireworks and proposed to you right then and there. you always told him how even though people say it’s cliche, you always loved watching people get engaged in front of the castle, and now you were the one people were cheering and clapping for.

- and a year later, when the two of you were able to have the wedding of your dreams, the first place he flew you to was disney. you had booked an all inclusive, tropical island getaway for your honeymoon, but nico wanted to surprise you with a couple days in your his favorite place first.

- in true fashion, you started off your honeymoon in none other than magic kingdom. this time, however, any time the two of you would pass the spot where he proposed to you, he’d stop and tell anyone and everyone that walked by “this is where i proposed to her! and now she’s my wife!” while taking your wrist in his hand, holding your own up to show off the shiny ring on your finger. he’d even make you two get the matching bride and groom ear hats, customizing them with your wedding date. and the second he found out about the ‘happily ever after buttons?’ he was rushing to guest services to get a set for the two of you to wear (and he did, proudly, right on his chest).

- don’t even get me started on when the two of you decide to start a family, and your pregnancy is timed up perfectly with your (now annual) trip. you’d not only announce your pregnancy with a recreation of some themed announcement picture you found online, but also do your gender reveal the same trip. you’d take the sealed envelope to mickey, giving him the honor of revealing the gender of your unborn child.

- and the first trip the two of you take as a family of three?? oh god. nico is just…over the moon. he’s showing them everything, as if they’ll actually remember the trip. “and this is where your daddy proposed to your mommy, and this is where we told the world about you, and this is where your daddy ate a foot long hot dog for the first time, which is a really bad idea and he doesn’t recommend it,” he’d speak to your infant in a carrier strapped to his chest, bouncing and bobbing them along.

- and the year he lead the devils to a stanley cup win? you had the BIGGEST surprise waiting on him during the trip he still insisted your family go on. you arranged with the team to fly the stanley cup down to orlando for a day, and managed to get into contact with disney management, ensuring nico and your kids get their own, private meet and greet with mickey and the stanley cup. you worked with tom and the equipment managers and disney wardrobe experts themselves to special order a customized devils jersey for the mouse. so when nico rounded the corner into the large room, thinking it was your normal mickey greet, only to see mickey standing there, in a devils jersey beside of the cup sitting on a large table, the look on his face made all the planning and hassle worth it. the league had even sent representatives out to get their own promo pics, having nico pose with a stick in his own jersey beside the character. to this day, you still laugh at how it’s the league’s most liked picture on instagram.

- and as your family grew, the trips became better and better each year, but you always appreciated the times you and nico got to go without your kids, thinking back to that first trip you were able to show him your love for the place and watching his childlike wonder. he still tells everyone he proposed to you there every time you walk across your spot. he still points it out to your children every trip. he still makes sure your entire family is wearing matching shirts each trip. and he still has that first-trip wonder on his face each trip, still in awe of all the disney magic. but most of all, he’s in awe of you, the life you’ve built together, and your love of this place you poured into him resulting in the memories it holds for the two of you and your family.

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Ya sorry about that 😭 when I do tags i just tag my favourites and I don’t really look at them my apologies!

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YOU GUYS HAVE TO READ THIS, ITS LIFE CHANGING

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café on the corner

featuring ➯ nico hischier x female reader :

word count ➯ 820 words

summary ➯ nico and you have seen each other for a while from the little cafe, but what happens when you both start catching an attraction with one another :

genre ➯ fluff, angst, cute :

note ➯ if you like this, it could be a possible series , just let me know what you think !!

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✎ᝰ.📓🗒ˎˊ˗ 11.17.24 ~

you worked at the little café right by the prudential center, as you had a crush on the captain of the hockey team called the new jersey devils.

you never were able to go to a game due to work and taking care of your three-year-old daughter. you had to bring her to the daycare inside of the arena, you were so blessed to have childcare, near work

you have always wanted to go to a game, you never had the time because you got off after games or even during games but you loved hearing and watching highlights.

you saw nico walk up to the café by the prudential center he ordered his usual black americano

you were so nervous to talk to him. you froze whenever you were done making his coffee and calling it out to him, your coworker knew, she was your best friend.

your best friend was dating jack hughes the member of the devil’s team player, who so happened to be the alternate captain and nico’s best friend.

nico was a regular at the café, so you constantly always saw him. so, you know what he always got, so this time you decided to surprise him by saying.

“good morning neeks, your usual” you ask him, he smiled as you called him by his nickname that was now becoming popular, he nodded his head. “you know it.”

you begin to make his usual ice americano, as you are focused on making his coffee. he asked a question you were not expecting him to ask.

“hey, have you ever been to a devil’s game?” he asked you, as you look up from finishing his coffee and shake your head, then you hand him his drink. “i haven’t actually i work a lot and take care of my daughter.” you say, as you lean against the counter.

“how about, i get you and your daughter a ticket? it would be nice to see you in the stands.” he says, smiling as he grabbed the coffee with tender and gentle looking eyes.

“i would greatly appreciate that, she loves you guys it would be fun.” you reply, smiling as he grabs his coffee. “ok, just let me know when you are off work and ill get you tickets.” nico says, smiling as he walked off with his coffee at hand.

as the days went on, you saw nico come into the coffee shop on saturday, you smiled at him. “i was able to get a day off, do you guys have a game this weekend?” you ask, as you were excited to seeing the game for the first time with your daughter.

“hey, you.” he says, smiling as he walked up to the counter to have a conversation with you. “yeah, we just so happen have a game this sunday, speaking of. i was able to score tickets for you two.” nico answers as he smiled showing his dimples, he was really starting to grow fond of her, increasingly each day.

“ok, i am off that day which works perfectly for us to go to the game. wait really? you did not have to do that” you say, smiling as you could not hold the tears of excitement and happiness in. luckily you were able to keep your composure, but you could not believe that he would do that for you.

“i was also able to get you two something even cooler than tickets.” he says to you, as you were shocked by there being another thing that he got you. “i was able to get you two, your very on jersey. with my name and number on it.” nico says, showing you the big jersey clearly for you, and the one just the perfect size for a three-year-old.

you break into tears at this point, you could not believe your eyes, you walk around the counter, and hug him. he hugs you back, rubbing your back as he smiles. “thank you so much, you don’t have to do this.” you say to him as he pulled away to look you in the eyes, as he wiped a tear from your cheek.

“do not thank me, i did it because i wanted to.” he says, smiling as he hugged you one last time, as he rubbed your back again. you walk back to the the counter where you take orders, as you smiled and charge him for his usual order. “you’re really the best.” You say to him, as you make his coffee, your feelings that you had for him just became an even bigger crush as he did this sweet gesture not just for you, but for your daughter.

as you hand him his coffee, you go to put the jerseys he gave you, inside your car as you did not want to mess them up nor lose them.

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summary: being new to montreal, you find a connection with kirby despite your language barrier.

warnings: french!reader, use of french (all of it is translated), appearance from big play dave (david savard), abrupt ending

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As you weave through the crowd, desperately scanning the room for one of your coworkers, you can’t help but feel slightly out of place. The lively conversations around you are mostly in English, something you’re still trying to master. Coming from a small town in Northern Quebec, English wasn’t a language you came by often. You knew phrases sparingly, but if you attempted to hold a conversation in English, you knew it would end up with you confused and embarrassed.

You stopped at an empty table, setting down your drink and taking a deep breath. You remind yourself that moving to Montreal for work is a bold adventure, not a reason for anxiety.

“Hi, I’m Kirby,” a friendly voice interrupts your thoughts. You turn to see a dark-haired guy with a warm smile, his eyes sparkling with genuine interest.

Your eyes widen in surprise, a flicker of panic crossing your face. Kirby’s smile wavers slightly, uncertainty creeping in as he tries to interpret your reaction. Is it possible you had a boyfriend?

“I…I’m sorry,” you stammer, your accent thick and your words halting. “I don’t speak English well.”

Relief washes over Kirby. He hadn’t misstepped; there was just a language barrier. The problem now was that his knowledge of French was limited to a handful of curse words he’d learned from his Quebecois teammates, while your English was just as basic. At that moment, Kirby regretted not going through French immersion in high school.

An idea passed through Kirby’s head as he spotted David Savard over your shoulder. “Can you wait here?” Kirby asked, slipping past you to chase down David. Kirby’s words came out quickly and jumbled, passing by you without giving you a chance to process them properly. However, you remained put, watching as Kirby stopped someone.

“Dave! I need your help.” Kirby said, pulling him aside. “ I met this girl, and she’s drop dead. But the only problem is she basically only speaks French. Can you translate for me, please?”

Kirby flashed David a pleading smile, watching David raise an eyebrow. “Are you serious?”

“Please, Dave.” Kirby urged.

David rolled his eyes, sighing. “Alright, fine. Lead the way.”

Kirby led David through some people and back to where you were thankfully still standing.

“Bonjour,” David said, giving you a polite smile.

A small smile appeared on your lips upon hearing your native language. “Allo,” you replied.

David turned to Kirby, waiting for him to tell him what he wanted translated next. “Oh, right,” Kirby said, pulling his eyes off of you. “Can you tell her my name’s Kirby and ask her what her name is?”

David groaned but translated when Kirby smacked his shoulder. “Il s'appelle Kirby, puis il veut savoir c'est quoi ton nom.”

You let out a soft chuckle, flicking your eyes to Kirby who looked at you with hopeful eyes. “Je m’appelle y/n.”

“Her name’s y/n.” David translates.

“Y/n,” Kirby repeats, and you can’t help but love the way your name sounds coming off his tongue. “Can you ask her where she’s from?”

“You both know that Google Translate exists, right?” David asks, but once again translates after Kirby gives him a look. “She’s from Sept-Îles, a town about ten hours north of here, but she’s just moved here for work.”

“Woah, that’s far from home. Can you tell her that I’m from Alberta and that I’m sorry I don’t speak a lick of French, but I’d really like to take her on a date?” Kirby asks. “Also tell her she’s really pretty.”

“God, you owe me so much for doing this,” David says under his breath, turning to you. “Il vient de l'Alberta et ne parle pas français, évidemment, mais il vous trouve vraiment jolie et il veut vous sortir.”

A pale blush forms on your cheeks as you let out a soft laugh. Kirby has a hopeful look on his face as he gauges your reaction. “J'adorerais ça.” you say.

“She said yes,” David says.

Kirby’s face lit up with a radiant smile. “Thank you, David,” he said, his gratitude evident.

David rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “You owe me big time for this, Kirby.”

You and Kirby exchanged numbers, sparking the beginning of the journey that was your relationship. Your first few dates were a process of getting to know one another, aided by translation apps. As your feelings grew for each other, you became determined to bridge the language gap, and you both promised to learn each other’s language. While Kirby’s progress in French was slow and often hilarious, you quickly picked up English, impressing him with your dedication and rapid improvement.

With each date, you and Kirby grew closer, finding that love could transcend language barriers. Kirby admired your tenacity and intelligence, joking about how you’d soon be correcting his English, let alone his French. Meanwhile, you appreciated Kirby’s patience and his committed attempts to communicate, even if it meant enduring his butchering of French phrases.

Coming up on four months of being together, your relationship with Kirby has been one of the best things since coming to Montreal. The connection between you two has deepened in ways you never imagined, bringing joy and comfort to your new life. You have yet to say “I love you”, not in English at least. Instead, the unspoken expression has been silently nurtured between you, each shared glance and tender moment building the unspoken truth of affection. The words remained unsaid, waiting for the right moment to be said. And now, as you lay on the chest of your boyfriend in the early morning light, the soft hues of dawn casting a gentle glow on his face, you found a way to say it for the first time.

The first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains as you lay in bed, wrapped in each other's arms. You traced a finger along Kirby’s jawline, a playful smile on your lips. "Okay, I have a new thing for you to learn in French," you said, your French accent still present but endearing.

Kirby chuckled, pulling you closer. "Alright, teacher. What’s the lesson today?"

Your eyes look into his with a newfound clarity, your smile reflecting the warmth of the rising sun. You looked thoughtful for a moment before speaking slowly, enunciating each word. “Okay, répète après moi,” you say. "Je t’aime."

He looks at you, a curious spark in his eyes, and mimics your words, “Je t’aime.”

You smile at his attempt, correcting his pronunciation with a light laugh. You teach him to say it with a French accent, allowing the words to flow easily from his mouth, your fingers tracing his lips as he speaks.

“Je t’aime,” he says again, this time more confidently.

“Très bien,” you praise, your eyes locking onto his. There’s a softness in your gaze, a quiet intensity that makes his heart skip a beat.

“Do you know what it means?” you ask, your voice barely more than a whisper.

He shakes his head, a teasing grin spreading across his face. “Not exactly. You tell me.”

You take a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest. “It means ‘I love you,’” you say, your voice steady but your eyes betraying a hint of vulnerability.

For a moment, silence envelops you. Kirby reaches up, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering on your cheek. “Je t’aime,” he repeats, the words carrying a new weight now that he knows the meaning.

Kirby leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “I love you too,” he says, sincerity in his voice.

Your lips break into a smile. “Say it again,” you say, resting your forehead against his.

“Je t’aime,” Kirby said in a low voice, pressing a soft kiss to your jaw. Kirby repeated the words, alternating with kisses along your neck and collarbone. “Je t’aime, je t’aime, je t’aime.”

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Holy moly

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Not a request but I wanted to say that you are literally the most sweetest people ever and you’re so talented. I love your writings so much

Just saw this and your so sweet to we have so much in common and your way more talented then me I like your writing style and I loveeee your writing not gonna lie I be blushing when I read your fanfics about case 🤭

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Rafe Cameron

Soft Side of Rafe

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Soft Side of Rafe | rafe Cameron

Rafe Cameron x reader

I have never written for him so I hope you like this

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It was a warm, breezy afternoon in the Outer Banks, and the group had gathered at the Cameron family’s estate for a casual hangout. The boys—Topper, Kelce, and JJ—were lounging by the pool, laughing and tossing a football back and forth. Meanwhile, Y/N was sitting with Sarah and Kie on the patio, their soft laughter and chatter filling the air.

Rafe Cameron, the usually tough and aloof figure among the group, was nowhere near his usual antics. Instead, he was cradling his five-month-old daughter, Lilly, in his arms with a tenderness none of the boys had ever seen. Dressed in a tiny sundress, Lilly cooed and gurgled, her chubby little hands occasionally reaching out to grab Rafe’s nose or his shirt.

Topper was the first to notice. He nudged Kelce with his elbow, nodding in Rafe’s direction. “Dude, look at him,” he said, grinning. “Rafe freaking Cameron, Mr. Tough Guy, all gooey-eyed over a baby.”

Kelce snorted, glancing over. “It’s like he’s a completely different person,” he said. “I’ve never seen him like this.”

JJ, lounging on a deck chair with a soda in hand, shook his head in disbelief. “I gotta say, it’s weird seeing him all...soft,” he said, though his tone was teasing. “I mean, he’s talking to her like she’s a princess or something.”

“Because she is,” Rafe shot back without even looking up, his voice surprisingly calm and unbothered. Lilly let out a tiny squeal, and Rafe’s face instantly softened as he gently rocked her. “Isn’t that right, Lilly? You’re Daddy’s little princess.”

The guys erupted into laughter, but Rafe didn’t care. He kissed the top of Lilly’s head, his focus entirely on his daughter.

“Man, you’ve gone soft,” Topper said, shaking his head. “Who would’ve thought?”

Rafe finally looked up, his signature smirk back on his face for a moment. “You’re just jealous,” he said, holding Lilly a little closer. “Because I’ve got the cutest baby and the hottest girl.”

JJ laughed, tossing the football up and catching it. “We’re just not used to seeing you like this, bro. All lovey-dovey and stuff.”

Rafe shrugged, unfazed. “Yeah, well, get used to it,” he said, flipping them off casually with one hand while keeping Lilly securely cradled in the other. The boys burst into laughter again, but it didn’t bother Rafe in the slightest.

He turned his attention back to Lilly, who was now staring up at him with her big, curious eyes. “You’re so pretty, just like your momma,” he murmured softly, his voice barely audible over the background noise. His thumb gently brushed against her cheek as she let out a tiny yawn.

Rafe glanced over toward the patio, where Y/N was sitting with Sarah and Kie. She was laughing at something Sarah had said, her face lighting up in that way that always made Rafe’s heart skip a beat. She caught his eye for a moment and gave him a warm, knowing smile before turning back to the conversation.

“You see that, Lilly?” Rafe whispered, his eyes still on Y/N. “That’s your momma. The most beautiful girl in the world.”

Lilly responded with a happy coo, and Rafe chuckled softly. “Yeah, I know. We’re both pretty lucky, huh?”

After a while, Y/N excused herself from the patio and walked over to Rafe, her eyes immediately softening at the sight of him with Lilly. “Hey, you two,” she said, leaning down to press a kiss to Rafe’s temple. “How’s my favorite duo?”

Rafe looked up at her, his expression filled with nothing but love. “We’re good,” he said. “Just telling Lilly how lucky we are to have you.”

Y/N smiled, her heart melting. She reached out to gently stroke Lilly’s head, her touch tender. “Well, I think I’m the lucky one,” she said softly.

Rafe shook his head, his eyes never leaving hers. “Not a chance,” he said, his voice low but firm. “It’s us.”

The boys, still watching from a distance, exchanged amused looks but didn’t say anything further. It was clear that this side of Rafe wasn’t just a phase—it was who he truly was when he was with his family.

Later, as the sun began to set, the group gathered around the fire pit. Rafe sat with Y/N on one side, Lilly nestled in her arms. The boys continued to tease him every now and then, but it was all in good fun. And every time they did, Rafe just smiled, knowing he wouldn’t trade his life for anything.

Because at the end of the day, Rafe Cameron wasn’t just the tough guy everyone knew. He was a dad, a boyfriend, and a man completely and unapologetically in love with his little family.

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Hiiii who do you write for amongst f1 drivers ?

Hiii and it depends I’ll do

Max verstappen

Lando Norris

Carlos sainz

So I guess basically everyone

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Completely Obsessed | max verstappen

max verstappen x reader

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It was a quiet afternoon at home, the kind of peaceful day that Max Verstappen rarely got to enjoy amidst the chaos of the Formula One season. The hum of the world outside was faint, but inside their shared home, everything felt calm and perfect

Max leaned against the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, a soft smile tugging at his lips. His eyes were locked on Y/N, who was perched on the living room couch, her laptop balanced on her knees. She was completely focused, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she worked on a project. Every now and then, she’d push a strand of hair behind her ear, biting her lip in concentration.

Max couldn’t help but stare. He was mesmerized—not by the laptop or the work she was doing, but by her. Everything about her, from the way her brows furrowed in thought to the small, unconscious smile she’d make when something amused her, captivated him.

“Max?” Y/N’s voice broke his thoughts as she glanced up, catching his gaze. “Why are you staring at me like that?” she asked, giggling softly.

Max shrugged, his smile widening as he pushed off the doorframe and walked over to her. “You’re just so beautiful,” he said, his voice low but sincere.

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up at his words. “Oh, stop,” she said, brushing him off with a laugh, though her heart fluttered.

Max didn’t stop. He plopped down next to her on the couch, leaning in close so their faces were just inches apart. “I mean it,” he murmured, his blue eyes locked onto hers. “I could watch you all day and never get bored.”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, though she couldn’t hide her smile. “Well, if you keep staring at me, I’m never going to get this done,” she teased, nodding towards her laptop.

Max tilted his head, feigning thoughtfulness. “Maybe that’s the point,” he said cheekily. “I don’t want to share your attention with your laptop.”

She shook her head, laughing. “Max, you’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” he shot back without missing a beat, leaning in to kiss her temple.

Y/N sighed dramatically, though her eyes sparkled with affection. “I do,” she admitted softly, her voice full of warmth.

Max wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer. “Good,” he said, resting his chin on her shoulder. “Because I’m obsessed with you, Y/N.”

She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, smirking. “Obsessed, huh?”

Max nodded earnestly. “Completely. Hopelessly. I think about you all the time, and when I’m not with you, I just want to come home. To you.”

Y/N’s heart melted at his words. She set her laptop aside, turning to fully face him. “You’re such a sap, you know that?” she teased, though her tone was full of affection.

“For you? Always,” Max replied, leaning in to kiss her softly.

They stayed like that for a while, curled up together on the couch, exchanging soft kisses and quiet words. Max traced patterns on her arm as Y/N rested her head on his chest, enjoying the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“You know,” Y/N said after a while, her voice muffled against his chest, “I’m pretty obsessed with you too.”

Max’s grin widened. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she confirmed, tilting her head up to look at him. “You make me feel safe, loved, and happy. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Max pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Good thing you’ll never have to find out,” he murmured.

Y/N smiled, her eyes closing as she basked in the warmth of his embrace. “Good thing,” she whispered, feeling completely content.

Max tightened his hold on her, silently vowing to always make her feel as loved and cherished as she made him feel. They spent the rest of the afternoon together, forgetting about work and the outside world, lost in their little bubble of happiness and love.

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