jackethockey

[jackethockey]

Oh Captain, My Captain | Q. Hughes

Warnings - smut, kissing, p in v, wrap it before you tap it

Word Count - 1k

Summary - Your own way of congratulating Quinn on the new captaincy…

The grand ballroom of the Fairmont Hotel Vancouver swirled with glitz and glamour as the annual charity gala for the Canucks kicked into high gear. Quinn Hughes, the freshly minted captain, looked resplendent in his tailored tuxedo, his piercing blue eyes scanning the crowd for a familiar face. You were already tipsy from one too many glasses of champagne and had been watching him from across the room with a smoldering gaze, your heart racing with desire. you had been fantasizing about this moment for weeks, dreaming of the night when you could finally claim him as your own, in the most intimate of ways. Their three-year relationship had been a whirlwind of love, passion, and stolen moments, but tonight, with the eyes of Vancouver's elite upon them, you wanted more than just a kiss behind the curtain. you sailed through the sea of well-wishers and teammates, your crimson dress hugging your curves and leaving little to the imagination. As you approached Quinn, you could feel the heat of his gaze on you, a silent promise of the fire that awaited them. "Take me to the bathroom," you murmured into his ear, your breath hot and urgent. "Now." Quinn's eyes widened in surprise, but the hunger in your voice was unmistakable. He knew that tone all too well. With a quick nod, he disentangled himself from the group and led you through the throng, his hand firm around your waist, guiding you to the secluded sanctuary you so desperately craved.

Once in the bathroom, Quinn locked the door behind them, the sound echoing through the marble chamber. Your eyes were dark with lust, your chest heaving with anticipation as you reached up to tug at his bowtie. "I've wanted you all night," you breathed, your fingers trembling with the need to feel him. Quinn's gaze roamed your flushed features, his desire mirroring yours. He leaned in, capturing your mouth in a deep, possessive kiss, his tongue sliding against yours as he backed you into the plush vanity. The cool marble countertop pressed against your thighs as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, your body begging for more. His hands roamed your waist, sliding down to cup your ass, lifting yours slightly so you could feel his arousal pressing against yours. you moaned into the kiss, grinding against him, your need for him growing with every passing second. Quinn broke away, panting, and whispered, "Are you sure about this?" You nodded, your eyes never leaving his. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life." With that, he scooped you up and placed you on the counter, your legs wrapping around his waist as he kissed your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin. The heat between them was palpable, their three years of passion culminating in this moment of raw desire, hidden away from the prying eyes of the gala.

Quinn's strong hands gripped the fabric of your dress, hiking it up to reveal your lacy red lingerie, matching the color of your dress and the passion in your eyes. He kissed along your collarbone, feeling your pulse race under his lips as he reached behind to unclasp your bra, letting your breasts spill free. He took a moment to admire the soft mounds, teasing the peaked nipples with his thumbs before leaning in to capture one in his mouth, eliciting a gasp from you. Your fingers tangled in his hair as you arched your back, pressing yourself closer to him, urging him to take more. He obliged, suckling and biting gently, eliciting a symphony of moans that filled the small space. His other hand trailed down your body, slipping under your panties to find you wet and ready, his fingers teasing your clit in slow, torturous circles. you squirmed and bucked your hips, your breath coming in ragged gasps as he expertly worked your body. Quinn could feel the tension coiling within you, the same tension that had been building in him all night. He knew you were close, your breaths hitching and your legs tightening around his waist. With a final, firm press of his thumb, you came undone, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm, crying out his name. He kissed you deeply, swallowing your cries as he felt his own need for you reaching a fever pitch.

Quinn's own desire was now a raging inferno, his cock straining against his pants. He pulled away from your kiss, his eyes never leaving yours as he unzipped his fly and freed his erection. Your eyes widened with lust as you watched him stroke himself, the sight making you wetter. "Take me," you begged your voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down his spine. He stepped closer, aligning himself with yours, and with one swift motion, he pushed inside you, filling you completely. you gasped, your body adjusting to his size, your walls clenching around him as you felt the head of his cock hit the spot that made you see stars. You moved together, a dance of passion that had been perfected over the years, their bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. The reader's nails dug into his shoulders, your hips rocking in time with his thrusts. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, punctuated by their ragged breaths and gasps of pleasure. Quinn's grip on your hips tightened as he pounded into you, each stroke deeper and more demanding than the last. They were lost in the moment, the outside world forgotten as they claimed each other with an intensity that left them both breathless. Your orgasm built again, a crescendo of sensation that had you biting your bottom lip to stifle your cries. Quinn felt you tighten around him, and with one final, powerful thrust, he followed you over the edge, filling you with his release. They held onto each other panting and trembling, their hearts racing as they rode the waves of pleasure that crashed over them. For a brief moment, the bathroom was their private paradise, a sanctuary of passion amidst the swirl of the charity gala.

Their breaths mingled in the steamy air as they stared into each other's eyes, the reality of their heated tryst in the bathroom of the charity gala sinking in. Quinn's forehead was dotted with sweat, his eyes smoldering as he gently kissed the reader's neck, his cock still inside you, pulsing with the aftershocks of climax. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, your body clinging to his as if you never wanted to let go. With a soft moan, you whispered, "Quinn, that was..." But the words trailed off as you couldn't find the right ones to describe the intensity of their lovemaking. He chuckled, his breath warm against your skin, and kissed you tenderly. "Let's get you cleaned up," he murmured, gently setting your back on your feet. He helped you fix your dress and lingerie, his touch gentle but urgent as if he couldn't bear to part from your body even for a second. They managed to compose themselves, sharing a secret smile in the mirror that spoke volumes about the unbridled desire that had just been unleashed between them. With one last lingering kiss, Quinn opened the door, and they stepped back into the gala, the scent of their passion lingering on their skin, a delicious secret that only they shared amidst the swirling ballroom. The rest of the night was a haze of stolen glances and knowing smiles, the electricity between them palpable to everyone who saw them. Little did they know that the new captain of the Canucks had just scored the ultimate goal in the most unexpected of places.

[jackethockey]

From Eden

summary: In this story, it follows the electrifying romance between Quinn Hughes, a star player for the Vancouver Canucks, and a devoted female fan who catches his eye during a game. After several chance encounters, the two find themselves drawn together by an irresistible chemistry that leads them to an intense sexual relationship, with their first encounter happening in the empty locker room after a game. Their connection transcends the rink, and they begin a secret love affair, fueled by passion and the thrill of the forbidden. As their bond strengthens, Quinn finally asks her to be his girlfriend, bringing their relationship into the light. Despite the potential challenges that lie ahead, they are ready to face the world together, united by their love and the unforgettable moments they've shared.

warnings: heavy detailed smut, explicate language, kissing, stripping, fluff

Innocence died screaming honey, ask me, I should know I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door.

As the buzzer echoed through the stadium, signaling the end of the intense game, Quinn Hughes couldn't shake the feeling that something was different tonight. His eyes scanned the sea of faces in the crowd as he took a victory lap with his Vancouver Canucks teammates, searching for that one person who had captured his attention. And there you were, a beacon of beauty among the fans, your eyes gleaming with excitement and your hair cascading down your back like a waterfall of chocolate silk. Quinn had noticed you before, of course, sitting in the same spot at each game, cheering him on with a passion that seemed to transcend the typical fan-player dynamic. But tonight, as he looked into the stands, it was as if a spotlight had been cast on you, illuminating the way your eyes followed his every move.

The next time fate decided to play matchmaker came a few days later. Quinn was walking down Robson Street, his mind still preoccupied with the image of you in that Canucks jersey, when he spotted you from afar. Your laughter rang out, mingling with the chatter of passersby, and his heart skipped a beat. He quickened his pace, his hockey bag slung over his shoulder, and approached you with a smile that could melt ice. 

"Hey," he called out, his voice a mix of excitement and nerves. "Aren't you the fan who's been lighting up our games lately?" 

You turned, eyes widening in recognition, and the world around them seemed to slow down as you both locked gazes. "Quinn Hughes," you gasped, a hint of disbelief in your voice. "What are you doing here?"

The conversation flowed naturally, as if you had known each other for years. You spoke of your love for the sport, the electric energy of the games, and how you had always had a soft spot for the young, talented defenseman with the heart of a lion. Quinn, in turn, shared his passion for hockey, his journey to the NHL, and the unspoken connection he felt every time he saw you in the stands. The chemistry between you was palpable, a sizzling current that seemed to crackle in the crisp Vancouver air. He couldn't believe his luck when you agreed to let him take you out for coffee, a simple gesture that would soon evolve into something much more intimate and thrilling.

Their first date was filled with easy banter and shared stories, the kind of connection that makes time melt away. They found themselves at a local café, the warmth of the place a stark contrast to the chilly evening outside. Quinn was captivated by your wit and charm, the way your eyes sparkled when you talked about your life and your dreams. You, on the other hand, found yourself drawn to his humility, despite his celebrity status, and the way his hands moved as he described his love for the game. It was clear that this was the beginning of something special, a bond that could not be confined to the rink or the stands.

As the night grew late, Quinn couldn't resist extending the invitation for you to join him at the next home game. 

"You've always brought me luck," he said with a wink. "I'd love for you to see what goes on behind the scenes."

 Your heart raced at the prospect of being so close to the action, and closer still to the man who had stolen it. 

With a playful grin, he added,

 "And maybe, if we're lucky, we'll have the locker room to ourselves afterward." 

The suggestion hung in the air, thick with anticipation, as you both knew what that meant. The thrill of possibly being caught added a delicious layer of excitement to the already heady attraction between you.

The night of the game arrived, and you found yourself dressed to the nines, a nervous energy coursing through your veins as you made your way to the stadium. You had never been backstage at a professional sporting event, let alone had the chance to be alone with one of its stars. The game was a nail-biter, every shot on goal, every check into the boards leaving you on the edge of your seat. And when the Canucks emerged victorious, you could see the pure joy on Quinn's face as he skated over to you, sweat glistening on his forehead, and handed you a puck.

 "For good luck," he murmured, his voice low.

As the final whistle blew and the crowd erupted into cheers, Quinn's gaze found yours once again. With a nod of his head, he beckoned you to follow the team's PR person who had been waiting discretely nearby, granting you VIP access to the sacred space of the locker room. Your heart pounded as you stepped into the dimly lit corridor, the sound of the jubilant team echoing down the hallway. The locker room was a whirlwind of activity as players shed their gear and congratulated each other, their voices a cacophony of excitement. You and Quinn exchanged knowing looks as the players filtered out one by one, the room growing quieter until only the two of you remained. 

The tension was palpable as he closed the door behind the last teammate, leaving you alone in the musky, steam-filled sanctuary with the man who had been a fantasy only hours ago. The reality of the situation hit you, and you felt a rush of excitement and trepidation mingling with the thrill of the illicit rendezvous. He approached you, his eyes dark with desire, and your breath hitched as he reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face.

 "Ready?" he whispered, his voice gruff with anticipation. You nodded, unable to find words as he claimed your lips in a searing kiss that left no doubt about what was to come.

With the locker room now empty, Quinn's strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to his firm, muscular body. Your hands roamed over his broad chest, feeling the contours of his abs through the thin fabric of his jersey. His kiss grew more urgent, his tongue delving into your mouth as if it was the first taste of something he'd craved for an eternity. You responded eagerly, your own hands fumbling with the strings of his pants, desperate to feel the heat of his cock that you knew was waiting for you. The sound of gear clattering to the floor was the only noise in the now-silent room as the two of you succumbed to the passion that had been simmering between you since that first fateful meeting in the stands.

With the locker room door securely locked, Quinn's nimble hands found the zipper of your tight jeans, pulling it down with a slow, deliberate motion that sent shivers down your spine. Your own hands were busy tugging at his sweat-soaked jersey, eager to reveal the defined muscles beneath. As the fabric fell away, his rock-hard abs and the tantalizing outline of his cock straining against his boxers were revealed, making your knees tremble with anticipation.

He gently pushed you against the cold, metal bench, his lips never leaving yours as he deftly unbuttoned your blouse, exposing your lacy black bra. His fingers traced the edges of the fabric, teasing your sensitive nipples until they stood at attention, begging for his touch. You gasped as he finally cupped your breasts, his thumbs flicking over your hardened buds, eliciting a soft moan that was muffled by his mouth. The smell of sweat, adrenaline, and pure desire filled the air as you both fumbled to remove the final barriers between you.

 Quinn's cock sprang free, thick and hard, and you couldn't help but stare at it, your pussy growing wetter with every passing second. The risk of being caught added an intoxicating rush to the moment, heightening every sensation. You reached for him, eager to feel him in your hand, to explore the velvety skin and the throbbing veins that signaled his need for you. His hand slipped under your skirt, his fingers finding your clit and beginning to stroke it gently, sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body. The locker room, once a bustling hub of activity, was now a sanctuary of passion and secrets, a place where the star player and his devoted fan would come together in a union that defied the boundaries of the ice rink.

Quinn's touch grew more insistent, his fingers dancing over your clit with a finesse that belied his rough exterior. You could feel the heat building within you, a crescendo of sensation that threatened to overwhelm you. You moaned, arching into him, your hand wrapping around his cock and pumping it with the same urgency that pulsed through your veins. His eyes rolled back in his head, his breath hitching as your fingertips grazed the sensitive head of his shaft, smearing the beads of precum that had gathered there. The locker room air grew heavier with every touch, every caress, as you both succumbed to the undeniable attraction that had been smoldering between you. As he stroked your slick folds, your hips rocked against his hand, silently begging for more.

Without a moment's hesitation, he positioned himself between your spread legs, the tip of his cock nudging against your slick entrance. With a deep, needy groan, he thrust into you, filling you up with one powerful stroke. You cried out, the sensation of his thick length stretching you open almost too much to handle, yet it felt so incredibly right. His love and lust for you were palpable in every hard pump, his hips driving into you with an intensity that mirrored the fierce determination he showed on the ice. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body, your walls clenching around him as he claimed you in this most primal of ways.

 The sound of your skin slapping against his filled the locker room, mingling with the rhythmic thud of his heart and the shallow breaths you both took, trying to keep from screaming out in ecstasy. His eyes searched yours, making sure you were with him every step of the way as he fucked you with an urgency that was both raw and beautiful. You clung to him, your nails digging into his back, as he picked up the pace, driving into you with a passion that seemed to defy gravity. The world outside the locker room was a distant memory as you both gave in to the overwhelming desire that had brought you to this moment. The risk of getting caught only added to the exhilaration, each stroke a silent declaration of the connection that had been forged in the heat of battle on the ice, now coming to a fever pitch in this intimate, forbidden embrace.

With one final, earth-shattering thrust, Quinn's cock pulsed deep within you, filling you with his hot, thick cum as your own orgasm washed over you in waves. Your body trembled with the intensity of your release, your pussy clenching around him as you both rode the crest of pleasure. Breathless, you leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his sweat-slicked body against your own. Despite the sticky mess you'd made, the thought of being separated was unbearable. So, when he whispered an invitation to spend the night at his apartment, you eagerly accepted.

The walk to his place was filled with nervous laughter and gentle touches, the excitement of the evening still humming between you. Once there, you showered together, the warm water cascading over your entwined bodies as you washed away the evidence of your passionate encounter. Wrapped in nothing but towels, you shared a look that spoke volumes about the night ahead. As you dried off, he took you in his arms again, his cock already hardening with the promise of more to come. But for now, you both needed rest, the exhaustion from the game and the intensity of your tryst weighing heavily on your limbs.

You curled into his embrace as you settled into his large, comfortable bed, his strong arms holding you tight. The scent of his cologne mingled with the faint aroma of the locker room, a reminder of the illicit thrill that had brought you to this moment. As sleep claimed you, you felt a sense of contentment that was foreign yet incredibly right. The next morning, you awoke to find him still holding you, his breath steady and warm against your neck. You didn't want to move, didn't want to break the spell of this newfound intimacy.

As the days stretched into weeks, your relationship grew stronger, fueled by stolen moments of passion and whispered confessions of feeling. The sex was explosive and frequent, a physical manifestation of the connection that had taken root in your hearts. Every touch, every kiss, was a declaration of the love that had blossomed between you. And then, one evening as you lay in his arms, watching the city lights flicker through the windows, Quinn took a deep breath and asked the question that had been hovering unspoken in the air.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" he murmured, his voice a mix of hope and vulnerability.

You looked up at him, your heart swelling with happiness. "Yes," you breathed, feeling the weight of a thousand unspoken words lifted from your chest. "I'd love to be your girlfriend, Quinn."

The joy that lit up his face was like the sun breaking through a cloudy Vancouver sky, bright and beautiful. You both knew that this was just the beginning, that there would be challenges and obstacles to navigate, but in that moment, all that mattered was the love you had found in the most unexpected of places. The days that followed were a whirlwind of happiness and passion, as you both revealed in the openness of your relationship, no longer needing to hide your feelings or sneak around the locker room. The world had shifted, and you were ready to face it together, hand in hand, heart to heart.

[jackethockey]

Masterlist

most of my work is going to be 18+ (lots of smut, sexual content, explicit language, etc)

updated: 11/13/24

Adam Fantilli:

heaven

One shots:

Cole Sillinger

Jack Hughes

Jeremy Swayman

Connor Bedard

Vince Dunn

Quinn Hughes:

From Eden

[jackethockey]

NHL one shot

warnings: heavy smut, sexual content, explicit language,

Vince Dunn, the star defenseman for the Seattle Kraken, skated around the rink, his heart racing with excitement from the intense game. As the buzzer blared, signaling the end of the third period, the arena erupted into a sea of blue and green, with the Kraken fans celebrating their victory. The adrenaline coursed through Vince's veins as he scanned the crowd for the source of a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time. There, in the nosebleeds, a flash of brunette hair and a pair of piercing blue eyes caught his gaze. It was you, a fan whose beauty had captivated him from the moment he saw you cheering in the stands. He couldn't explain why, but he needed to know you, to feel your energy, to taste your passion.

After the game, as he showered and changed into his street clothes, Vince's thoughts lingered on the image of you. The way your eyes had locked onto him during the game was magnetic, and he couldn't shake the desire to make that connection a reality. He knew he had to find you. Driven by his obsession, he approached the bar across the street from the stadium, a local haunt where the fans often congregated to unwind. His heart skipped a beat when he saw you, perched on a stool, a beer in hand, surrounded by a group of friends. You looked as radiant as you had from afar, your laughter lighting up the room.

Taking a deep breath, Vince summoned the courage to approach. He slid in next to you, the electricity between you palpable as your eyes met. 

"You were amazing out there tonight," you said, breaking the ice. 

Vince felt his cock stir in his pants, his desire for you growing with each passing second. He leaned in, his voice low and seductive.

 "Thank you," he murmured, "but the real show is just getting started." He offered you a knowing smile before taking a sip of the whiskey he'd ordered.

The flirtation was unmistakable, and your cheeks flushed with excitement as you bit your bottom lip. 

"Is that so?" you replied, the challenge in your voice unmistakable.

 Vince knew what he wanted, and he wasn't going to play games. He set his drink down, placed a firm but gentle hand on your thigh, and whispered, 

"How about we take this somewhere more... private?" His eyes searched yours for consent, and when he found it, his heart raced.

With a nod of agreement, you both left the bar, the cool night air a stark contrast to the heat building between you. Vince's penthouse loomed ahead, a sleek bastion of luxury in the heart of the city. Inside, the soft glow of the lights cast shadows across the spacious living room, setting the stage for what was about to unfold. He led you to the bedroom, his hand never leaving your waist, the anticipation thick in the air.

As you stepped into the room, Vince closed the door behind you, his gaze never leaving yours. He took a moment to drink in the sight of you, standing before him, dressed in a form-fitting jersey and tight jeans that hugged your curves in all the right places. You returned the favor, admiring the muscular frame that had dominated the ice only hours earlier. The chemistry was undeniable.

He leaned in, his breath hot against your neck as he began to kiss you, his hands roaming over your body, exploring every inch of your soft skin. You moaned into his mouth, your body responding to his touch. His hands found their way to your breasts, gently squeezing your nipples through the fabric. You gasped, arching into his touch, the fabric of your jersey becoming damp with your arousal.

Vince pulled back, a smirk playing on his lips as he took in your flushed expression. 

"You want this as much as I do," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

You nodded, unable to form coherent words as your desire for him overwhelmed you. He reached for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head to reveal a lacy black bra that barely contained your ample breasts.

With a flick of his wrist, Vince unclipped your bra, letting your breasts spill out into his waiting hands. His thumbs flicked over your sensitive nipples, sending bolts of pleasure straight to your clit. You whimpered, your hands finding his broad shoulders for balance as your knees grew weak. He bent down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth, suckling and teasing it with his teeth until you were trembling with need. His hands traveled down your body, unbuttoning your jeans and sliding them down your legs, revealing matching black lace panties. He hooked his fingers into the waistband, pulling them down slowly, his eyes never leaving yours.

As the fabric slid down, his cock, now fully erect, pressed against the fabric of his own pants, begging for release. He stepped back, admiring the view before reaching for his zipper and freeing his thick, hard cock. It sprang out, the tip glistening with precum. Your eyes widened with desire, and without another word, you dropped to your knees in front of him.

With a hungry look in your eyes, you took Vince's cock in your hand, feeling its weight and heat. Your other hand cupped his balls, gently squeezing as you leaned in and kissed the tip. His breath hitched, and he threaded his fingers through your hair, guiding you closer. You wrapped your lips around his cock, taking him inch by inch, savoring the taste and feel of him. Your tongue swirled around the head, teasing the sensitive spot just beneath, and you felt him throb in response.

Looking up at him, you took him deeper, your cheeks hollowing as you sucked, your hand pumping in time with your mouth. The room was filled with the sounds of his labored breathing and your wet, eager sucks. Vince's eyes rolled back in his head, lost in the sensation of your mouth on his cock. He knew he wouldn't last much longer if you kept this up, but he was more than ready to give you the same pleasure you were giving him. He pulled you up, kissing you deeply, tasting himself on your lips.

 "I need to be inside you,"

 he groaned, his hands moving to unbutton his shirt, revealing his ripped abs and muscular chest.

Vince's urgent words sent a shiver down your spine as he picked you up, effortlessly carrying you to the bed. He laid you down on the cool, crisp sheets, his body hovering over yours. He took a moment to appreciate the beauty before him, the way your hair fanned out across the pillow and your breasts heaved with every breath you took. His hands caressed your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He kissed down your neck, across your collarbone, and down to your breasts, his tongue flicking over your hardened nipples, drawing gasps of pleasure from your lips. His fingers traced the lines of your stomach, dipping into the waistband of your panties, feeling the dampness that had gathered there.

 With a gentle tug, he removed the last barrier between you, exposing your slick pussy to his eager gaze. He took in the sight, his cock aching with need, before he kissed down your body, his mouth finding your clit. He flicked it with the tip of his tongue, and you bucked your hips up to meet him, your hands grasping the sheets tightly. His tongue danced over your folds, exploring every inch of your sex as he tasted your desire.

You moaned, your body arching off the bed, desperate for more. Sensing your urgency, Vince slid a finger inside you, feeling how wet and tight you were. He added another, stretching you, preparing you for what was to come. Your moans grew louder, your body writhing beneath his touch. He knew you were close, and with one final, lingering kiss to your clit, he moved back up your body, aligning his cock with your entrance.

Looking into your eyes, he thrust into you, filling you completely, and you screamed out his name as the first wave of pleasure washed over you. Your bodies moved together in a perfect symphony of lust and need, each stroke bringing you closer to the edge of ecstasy. The room was a blur of skin, sweat, and passion as you both chased the ultimate release, your cries mingling with the sound of skin slapping against skin. 

Vince's hips dug into you, his cock hitting your g-spot with each powerful thrust. You felt yourself tighten around him, your orgasm building, until it crashed over you like a tidal wave. Vince followed soon after, his cock pulsing as he filled you with his cum, your bodies locked in a moment of pure, unbridled passion. As you both came down from the intense high, Vince collapsed onto the bed, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you close, your legs still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure. The night had only just begun, and Vince was already addicted to the feeling of you wrapped around him.

[jackethockey]

NHL one shot

fluff, connor x reader

Connor Bedard, the prodigious rookie for the Chicago Blackhawks, had always been the center of attention on the ice, but today, his focus was drawn to the stands. There you were, a radiant beam of light in a sea of navy and red, your eyes locked onto him as he glided effortlessly across the rink. Time seemed to slow down as you both shared a moment that was both electrifying and terrifying in its intensity. Connor had never felt his heart race so fast during a game before, and he knew that he had to find out who the girl with the captivating smile was. He skated harder than he ever had, pushing himself to win not just for the love of the sport, but also for the chance to catch your eye once more. Little did he know, this was the first play in a love story that would unfold in the most unexpected of arenas.

After the exhilarating match, Connor couldn't shake the image of your enchanting smile from his mind. Determined to find you, he asked the arena staff if they could locate the owner of the seat where he had seen you. His heart pounded with anticipation as he waited for their response, the adrenaline from the game still coursing through his veins. Finally, a staff member approached with a message: they had found your name and seat number. With a mix of excitement and nerves, he decided to send you an anonymous note, expressing his desire to meet the girl who had unknowingly stolen his breath away. The note, scribbled hastily on the back of a team poster, was delivered to you with a bouquet of roses, the team's logo subtly woven into the bouquet's design. 

It read, "To the girl who made me see stars on the ice tonight, would you do me the honor of joining me for dinner tomorrow?"

 With a tremble in his hand, he signed it simply as "Your Mystery Admirer." 

He had no idea how you would react, but he knew he had to take this shot, hoping that the connection they had shared during those fleeting moments was real and not just a figment of his overactive imagination.

The next day, you found yourself clutching the note and roses, your heart fluttering with curiosity and a hint of excitement. The boldness of the gesture was unlike anything you had ever experienced, and yet it felt as if you already knew the sender. After much contemplation and a few encouraging nudges from your friends, you decided to take a chance. You sent a reply to the email address provided, accepting the dinner invitation. That evening, you dressed with care, a nervous energy buzzing through you as you approached the elegant restaurant Connor had chosen. The moment you walked in, his eyes searched for you, and when they found yours, the same electricity that had sparked during the game crackled in the air between you.

He stood from his table, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, and with a gentle nod, he indicated for you to join him. As you approached, he held out the chair with old-fashioned chivalry, his eyes never leaving yours. The conversation flowed as naturally as the wine, with laughter and shared stories creating a warm, comfortable space. It was clear that Connor was smitten, and as the evening grew later, so did the realization that you felt the same. The anticipation grew with every shared glance and every brush of your hands across the table, culminating in a tender first kiss under the glow of the city's skyline.

This was the start of a whirlwind romance that would be tested by the demands of his career and the scrutiny of the public eye, but in that moment, all that mattered was the love that had begun to bloom between a girl and the boy who had seen stars in her eyes.

(sorry this one kinda failed and i ran out of ideas)

[jackethockey]

and it continues……. god he is so hot. lip readers wya

[jackethockey]

sharks rookie duo at the niners game

[jackethockey]

NHL one shot

warnings: heavy smut, sexual content, detailed sex, offensive language

(jeremy x oc)

The moment Jeremy Swayman, the towering goaltender for the Boston Bruins, laid eyes on her, he felt his heart stumble in his chest. She was a vision amidst the bustling city crowd, her auburn hair catching the autumn sunlight and her emerald eyes sparkling with a mischief that made him want to know her secrets. He had just stepped out of the TD Garden after a grueling practice, the scent of ice and sweat clinging to his gear as he navigated through the throngs of die-hard fans. Jeremy had always been good at keeping his cool under pressure, but as he watched her from afar, sipping on a steaming cup of coffee and chuckling at something on her phone, he found himself utterly captivated. She was the kind of woman who could make any man drop his guard, and for the first time in his life, he didn't want to play it safe.

The air was charged with the electricity of a thousand whispers as he approached her, each step feeling heavier than the last. He was Jeremy Swayman, NHL star, and she was just a girl with a pretty smile and a love for the game. Yet, as their eyes met, something in that fleeting glance told him that she could be more than just a fan, more than just a girl. She looked up at him, surprise etched into her delicate features, and Jeremy felt his pulse quicken. He had seen her at a few games before, always sitting in the same seat, always wearing that vintage Boston Bruins cap that sat so perfectly on her head. But now, as their paths crossed in this random, chaotic dance of fate, he realized that he had to know her name, had to find a way to make her smile just for him.

"Hi," he murmured, his voice raspier than he had intended, but she seemed to melt at the sound of it. "I'm Jeremy."

Her eyes widened, the green depths swimming with excitement.

"I know," she replied with a shy smile, her cheeks flushing a delightful shade of pink. "I've seen you play. You're amazing."

"Thank you," he said, his heart pounding in his chest. "But I'm just a guy who loves the sport. What brings you to the games?"

Her name was Emily, and she was a sports journalist, a fact that only served to intrigue him more. They talked for what felt like hours, about the nuances of the game, the thrill of scoring the winning goal, and the unspoken camaraderie that existed between players and fans. Jeremy found himself drawn to her wit, her passion, and the way she could dissect a play with the precision of a seasoned coach. Emily, for her part, was charmed by his humility and the way his eyes lit up when he talked about the ice. It was as if he saw the world through a different lens, one that was frosty and fast-paced, yet filled with a warmth that was impossible to ignore.

As the day turned to night, and the chill of the autumn air settled in, Jeremy knew he had to ask. 

"Would you like to grab dinner with me tonight?"

Emily looked at him, a mix of disbelief and excitement playing across her features.

 "I'd love to," she said, her voice a soft whisper that seemed to echo in the emptying streets.

The restaurant was a cozy Italian place, tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Over plates of pasta and glasses of wine, they shared stories of their lives, their dreams, and their fears. Jeremy spoke of the pressure to perform, the weight of expectations, and the camaraderie of the locker room. Emily, in turn, revealed her love for the written word, the rush of adrenaline she got from being ringside at a game, and the quiet solitude of her apartment, where she penned her articles. They laughed, they connected, and somewhere between the breadsticks and the dessert menu, Jeremy felt something shift within him. This wasn't just an innocent dinner; it was the beginning of something much more profound.

Their first kiss came as a surprise, a gentle brush of their lips that seemed to speak of a future filled with passion and promise. It was as if the universe had paused just for them, the cacophony of the city fading into a gentle symphony of their hearts beating in sync. Jeremy felt a jolt of electricity run through him as he deepened the kiss, his hands finding their way to the small of her back, pulling her closer until there was nothing but the warmth of her body pressed against his. Emily's hands roamed up his chest, her fingers tangling in the fabric of his jersey, as if she could feel the power of his love for the game, and for her, through the very threads that made him a Boston Bruin. The kiss grew hungry, desperate, and it was all Jeremy could do to keep from sweeping her off her feet and into the nearest alleyway. But he didn't want to scare her off. He wanted to savor this moment, to etch it into his memory forever, to let her know that she was the one who had stolen his heart, and he had no intention of ever getting it back.

Their relationship grew with the speed of a breakaway on fresh ice, each moment more exhilarating than the last. Jeremy found himself thinking of Emily during games, her name a silent chant that fueled his every move. Off the rink, their dates were a delightful blend of shared laughter and tender touches that grew more intimate with each passing day. They explored the hidden gems of Boston together, from the quiet bookstores she adored to the secret spots where they could watch the sunset without the intrusion of flashing cameras. As their bond deepened, so did their desire for one another, the simmering tension between them threatening to boil over. It was inevitable that one evening, as they stumbled into his apartment after a particularly exhilarating victory, the barrier between them would shatter. The scent of her perfume filled his nostrils, and Jeremy couldn't resist the urge to claim her lips once more, this time with a fervor that spoke of all the nights he'd dreamed of having her in his arms. Her body molded to his, and he knew that this was no longer a simple infatuation—it was love, raw and all-consuming, and it was about to set their worlds ablaze.

Jeremy's need for her grew more intense with every second, and he couldn't wait any longer to feel her completely bare against his skin. With a gentle yet firm tug, he removed her sweater and bra, exposing her breasts to the cool air. Her nipples pebbled under his gaze, and he couldn't resist the urge to lean in and take one into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the sensitive peak while his thumb and forefinger pinched and rolled the other. Emily moaned, arching her back to offer herself up to him, her hands clutching at his shoulders. His tongue traced circles around her areola, teasing and taunting before he took her nipple between his teeth and bit down gently. She gasped, and he could feel her pussy quiver against his leg. He knew she was desperate for more, but he wanted to savor every moment, to make sure she felt the same all-consuming desire that was burning through him. With a smirk, he slid his hand down her torso, his fingers finding the waistband of her jeans. He undid the button and zipper with ease, his eyes never leaving hers, and slid his hand inside, feeling the heat of her pussy through the fabric. Emily's breath caught as he began to rub her clit, his touch feather-light and maddening. She squirmed beneath him, her hands reaching up to tug at his hair, urging him to give her more. But Jeremy was a master of patience, and he took his time, watching the pleasure build in her eyes until she was panting and begging for release. Only then did he push her jeans down her legs, revealing her to him in all her beauty. He kissed his way down her body, his mouth worshiping every inch of her soft skin until he reached her pussy, already glistening with arousal. His tongue darted out, flicking against her clit as his fingers delved into her folds, seeking the spot that would make her come apart. Emily's hips bucked up to meet his mouth, and she moaned his name, her voice a sweet symphony of need. He licked and sucked, his tongue swirling around her clit, feeling her body tense with each pass. When she was on the brink, he slowed down, drawing out the exquisite agony, making her beg for release. But he was relentless, eager to hear the sweet sound of her pleasure when she finally shattered for him. And when she did, it was like nothing he had ever experienced, her pussy clenching around his fingers, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. He lapped up every drop of her, savoring her taste, before standing to remove his own clothes. His dick was hard and heavy, the veins standing out in stark relief, and he couldn't wait to bury himself inside her. With a swift motion, he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between her legs, the tip of his dick nudging at her entrance. He pushed in slowly, watching her face contort with pleasure, feeling her pussy clench around him as he filled her completely. She was so tight, so wet, and he groaned with the effort it took to keep from pounding into her. Instead, he took his time, his hips moving in a steady rhythm that had her moaning and writhing beneath him. He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he felt her climb closer and closer to the edge again. His hand found her clit, and he began to rub it in time with his thrusts, watching her eyes glaze over with passion. Emily's nails dug into his back, her legs wrapping around his waist, urging him deeper, faster. And when she came, it was with a scream that echoed through the apartment, her pussy milking his cock as he followed her over the edge, filling her with his cum. They lay there, panting and trembling, their bodies slick with sweat, and Jeremy knew that this was just the beginning of a love affair that would burn hotter than any game he had ever played.

[jackethockey]

NHL one shot

Fluff, jack x reader

Jack Hughes, the promising young center for the New Jersey Devils, was no stranger to the spotlight. With his piercing blue eyes and boyish charm, he had captured the hearts of many fans across the league. However, it was in a dimly lit sports bar one fateful evening that he would lock eyes with the person who would change his life forever. You, an unassuming brunette with a shy smile, sat at the bar with friends, engrossed in a heated debate over the latest trade rumors. Catching your passion for the sport, Jack couldn't help but be drawn to you, feeling an inexplicable pull that surpassed his love for the ice. Unbeknownst to you, he had scored the game-winner earlier that night, but at that moment, his focus was solely on the woman who had unknowingly stolen the show. As the tension in the room grew thicker with every passing second, Jack mustered the courage to approach, eager to learn your name and the story behind the fiery spirit he saw in your eyes.

Taking a deep breath, Jack Hughes approached the bar, his heart racing like it was in a sudden-death overtime. As he got closer, your laughter filled the air, and he felt his nerves melt away.

"Excuse me," he began, his voice a gentle rumble that seemed to resonate in the quiet space between you and your friends.

Your eyes flicked up to meet his, and the moment your gaze connected, Jack knew he was in for something more than a simple chat about the game. The electricity that arced between you was palpable, and it was all he could do to keep from reaching out to touch you.

"I couldn't help but overhear your discussion about the trades," he said, leaning against the bar casually. "I've got a few thoughts if you don't mind me joining in."

Your friends exchanged glances before smiling and making room for him, sensing the undeniable chemistry that had sparked. With a nod from you, Jack slid onto the stool next to yours, the warmth of your body seeping into his side and setting his blood on fire. The conversation flowed naturally, a dance of words and smiles that grew more intimate as the night went on, leaving him hopeful that the magic of the evening was just beginning.

The conversation at the bar grew more heated, but in the best way possible, as Jack found himself not just explaining his thoughts on the trades but also sharing stories from his own experiences in the NHL. You matched him point for point with your knowledge and passion for the sport, your cheeks flushing with excitement as you debated strategies and players. His respect for you grew with every intelligent insight you offered, and Jack couldn't remember the last time he felt so alive outside of a game. As the bar began to empty and the lights grew dimmer, he knew he had to make his move before the night slipped away. He leaned closer, the scent of your perfume intoxicating, and whispered,

"Would you like to grab a drink somewhere quieter?"

Your eyes searched his for a moment before a smile bloomed across your face.

"I'd love to"

you said, and with that, Jack felt like he had scored the most important goal of his life.

Jack's heart swelled with excitement as he led you to a quieter table in the back of the bar, the soft glow of a nearby candle casting a warm light on your features. As the conversation shifted from the game to more personal topics, he found himself eager to learn everything about you. Your laughter was like music to his ears, and the way your eyes lit up when you talked about your job as a sports journalist made his chest tighten with a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time. With every sip of your drink, the tension between you grew, the air thick with unspoken desire. When you reached out to touch his hand, Jack felt a jolt of electricity run through him. He gently laced your fingers with his, his thumb brushing against your skin in a soft caress that sent a shiver down your spine. As the bar closed its doors and the last patrons shuffled out, Jack knew that this night was far from over. He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear, and whispered,

"Would you like to come back to my place to continue this?"

You nodded, your breath hitching with anticipation, and together, you stepped into the cool night, hand in hand, ready to explore the undeniable connection that had ignited between you.

As you stepped out into the night, the cool air seemed to heighten the heat between you. Jack's hand was firm yet gentle as he guided you to his waiting car, the sleek lines and gleaming finish a testament to his success. The ride to his apartment was a whirlwind of anticipation, the soft jazz playing in the background doing little to mask the palpable tension. When you finally arrived, Jack led you up to his penthouse suite, the floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the city lights. Inside, the space was tastefully decorated with a blend of modern luxury and cozy comfort, reflecting a side of him that was both sophisticated and down-to-earth. He mixed you a drink, his movements precise yet unhurried, all the while keeping his eyes on you as if he couldn't bear to look away. With the drink in hand, he led you to the couch, sitting close enough that your legs brushed against each other. The conversation turned to personal anecdotes, shared hopes, and dreams, each word drawing you closer together until the space between you was charged with a silent understanding that the night was about to take a passionate turn. The moment Jack's hand cupped your cheek, pulling you closer for a tender kiss, the dam broke and the flood of desire that had been building all evening spilled over into a kiss that left you both breathless. His hands slid down to your waist, gently tugging you onto his lap, and as your bodies melded together, it was clear that the bond formed over a shared love of hockey was only the beginning of something much more profound and intense.

As the kiss deepened, Jack's hands explored the curves of your body, his strong arms wrapping around you securely. Your own hands roamed up his back, feeling the muscles that had propelled him to victory on the ice just hours ago. The passion grew with every touch, every taste, and soon the need to be even closer overwhelmed them both. He stood up, lifting you with him, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the bedroom, never breaking the connection of your lips. The rest of the night was a blur of whispers and gasps, of clothes being shed and bodies entwined. The intimate dance of your limbs was a beautiful symphony that spoke of a connection that went beyond mere physical attraction. The smutty, steamy details of that night are yours to imagine, filled with the raw, unbridled passion of two people discovering the depth of their love for one another. But it was in the tender moments after, as you lay tangled in his arms, that Jack knew this wasn't just a one-night stand. In the soft glow of the moonlit room,

he whispered, "I think I'm falling for you," and felt your smile against his chest as you whispered back, "I think I've already fallen."

The promise of a future together, filled with love, laughter, and endless nights of passion, lay just on the horizon, as the sun began to rise on a new chapter of their lives intertwined by fate and the love of the sport that had brought them together.

[jackethockey]

NHL one shot

Warnings: Smut (kissing, stripping, oral) inappropriate language, detailed sex, Cole x reader

Cole Sillinger, a promising young player for the Columbus Blue Jackets, had just scored the winning goal in a nail-biting game against the Detroit Red Wings. The roar of the arena crowd washed over him as he skated around the rink, his teammates slapping his back in congratulations. Among the sea of faces, he caught yours. Your eyes locked with his, and even from a distance, he could see the spark of excitement and passion in your gaze. You were a frequent attendee of his games, always sitting in the same spot, but tonight was different. He felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to know you, to bridge the gap between the ice and the stands.

After the game, as the adrenaline began to wear off and the buzz of victory hummed through the arena, Cole made it a point to find you. He had noticed you at previous games, but tonight your fiery spirit had captured his heart. He searched the crowd for the face that had haunted his thoughts during the final moments of the match. Spotting you as you made your way to the exit, he quickly shed his gear and rushed over, hoping to catch you before you disappeared into the cold night. With a mix of nervousness and excitement, he approached you, his breath misting in the chilly air. 

"Excuse me," he began, "I couldn't help but notice how much you enjoyed the game. Mind if I buy you a drink?"

 He offered a charming smile, his eyes never leaving yours, and you, taken aback by his sudden appearance, felt a thrill run down your spine. After a brief hesitation, you accepted, not quite believing that the star of the game was asking you out. This was the beginning of a whirlwind romance that neither of you could have anticipated.

As you walked out of the arena with Cole by your side, the electricity between you was palpable. You could feel his strong hand gently guiding you through the throngs of fans, his eyes never leaving yours. He led you to a nearby sports bar, one that was frequented by the team after home games. The moment you entered, the buzz of the crowd grew louder, and you realized that everyone knew who he was. Despite the attention, his focus remained solely on you, making introductions to his teammates feel like a private moment amidst the public celebration. He was charming and attentive, making you laugh with stories from his days in the minor leagues and asking about your life with genuine interest. The chemistry was undeniable, and as the night grew later, the conversation grew more intimate. His hand found yours under the table, sending waves of heat through your body, and when he leaned in to whisper something in your ear, you felt a shiver of anticipation. The tension grew until it was almost unbearable, and when he suggested you go to his place to continue the night, you couldn't resist.

As you stepped into the warmth of his luxurious apartment, the tension between you and Cole thickened. The air was charged with unspoken desires, and the silence that followed the closing of the door was deafening. He took off his jacket, revealing the broad shoulders and chiseled abs that had been hidden beneath his jersey. You felt a flutter in your stomach as he turned to you, his gaze intense and filled with longing. Without a word, he took your hand and led you to the living room, the soft lighting casting shadows across his features, making him look every inch the hero you had watched from the stands. As he poured you a drink, his movements were deliberate, his eyes never leaving yours. He handed you the glass, the touch of his fingers against yours sending a jolt of electricity through you. With a soft smile, he leaned in, his breath warm against your cheek as he whispered,

 "Thank you for agreeing to come with me." 

Before you could respond, he closed the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both tender and demanding. It was as if he had been waiting for this moment all night, all season, all his life. The kiss deepened, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you closer as if he could meld your bodies together. You melted into him, the feel of his strong embrace making your knees weak. The passion that had been simmering beneath the surface of your interactions all night boiled over, and you knew that this was the start of something incredible.

With the kiss still lingering on your lips, you felt a surge of emotion and desire that you had never experienced before. You set your drink down and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the connection between you. His hands began to roam, caressing your back and waist, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched. You could feel his heart racing in sync with yours, the intensity of the moment threatening to consume you both. As the kiss grew more passionate, he gently picked you up and carried you to his bedroom, never breaking the contact between your mouths. Once there, you felt the softness of his bed beneath you as he laid you down, his body hovering over yours. He peeled off your jacket, revealing the jersey you had worn to support him, the number 4 proudly displayed across your chest. He traced the number with his fingertips, a look of admiration and affection in his eyes. You could feel his warmth, his strength, and his need for you, and it was all you could do to not let the anticipation overwhelm you. With each touch, each kiss, the barriers between you crumbled away, leaving only raw, unbridled passion. As you both lost yourselves in the heat of the moment, you knew that this was the beginning of a love story that would be as unforgettable as the games you watched from the stands.

Without wasting another moment, Cole's hands began to explore the soft fabric of your jersey, his fingers tracing the curves of your body. You reciprocated, your hands eager to feel the muscles beneath his shirt that had worked so hard to win the game. The material of your clothes became a barrier to the connection you craved, and with a mutual understanding, you both began to undress each other. Each layer that was removed revealed more of the other's beauty, and the anticipation grew. As you lay together, skin against skin, the intensity of your kisses grew, your bodies moving in a silent dance of desire. He caressed your bare skin with a tenderness that surprised you, considering the fiery passion that had brought you to this point. His touch was like a brand, marking you as his, and you reveled in the feeling. His hands moved to the waistband of your jeans, and with a gentle tug, he began to peel them away, exposing the lacy underwear that matched the passion in your eyes. You watched as he took in the sight of you, his eyes dark with desire, and felt a rush of power knowing that you could evoke such a reaction from this powerful man. With trembling hands, you reached for his belt, the sound of it unbuckling echoing through the quiet room. The heavy thud of his jeans hitting the floor was the only sound that broke the silence as you both became lost in the sensations of your first, intimate touches. His hand brushed against your inner thigh, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body, making you gasp into his mouth. This was the moment you had been waiting for, the moment when you would finally be one with the man whose face you had watched from the stands, whose name was etched in your heart. As the final pieces of clothing fell away, you knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

Cole's hand traveled further up your thigh, his fingertips grazing the lace of your panties, sending a delicious tremor through your body. He paused, seeking permission with a question in his gaze, and you nodded, biting your bottom lip in anticipation. With a soft groan, he hooked his fingers under the lace and slowly began to pull it down, revealing your most intimate secrets to his hungry eyes. You watched as he took in the sight of you, his pupils dilating with desire. He leaned down, pressing feather-light kisses along the inside of your thigh, his warm breath tickling your sensitive skin. As his kisses grew closer to your center, your body responded instinctively, arching towards him. His mouth found yours again in a passionate kiss as he gently parted your legs, settling himself between them. The weight of his body pressing down on you was intoxicating, and you could feel his arousal, hard and insistent, against your stomach. Your hands roamed his broad back, pulling him closer, silently begging for more. His touch grew bolder, his fingers exploring the wetness that had gathered at the apex of your thighs. He found your clit, and you gasped as he began to circle it with the pad of his thumb, the pressure building, making you squirm beneath him.

With a groan of desire, Cole's mouth left yours and began a scorching trail down your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he moved lower. His hands cupped your breasts, teasing your nipples into hard peaks before taking one into his mouth, his tongue flicking and swirling as you moaned in pleasure. His other hand remained between your legs, his thumb now pressing firmly against your clit as his fingers slipped into the warm, wet pussy. He stroked you gently, feeling you quiver at the intrusion. Your hips rocked against his hand, urging him deeper, faster, as the ache inside you grew. He kissed and nipped his way down your body, his eyes never leaving yours, the connection between you stronger than ever. When his mouth reached your pussy, you felt a jolt of excitement, and your hands tangled in his hair as he began to lick and suck with an enthusiasm that left you breathless. His tongue danced around your clit, flicking and teasing before diving into your wetness, exploring every inch of you with an intensity that had you on the edge of ecstasy. As he worked his magic, you could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter, ready to snap. And then, just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, he slid two fingers inside you, his thumb still working its magic on your clit. The combination was exquisite, and with a cry that was a mix of pleasure and relief, you shattered into an orgasm that left your body trembling.

He looked up at you, a smug smile playing on his lips as he watched the aftershocks of pleasure ripple through you.

 "That's just the beginning"  he murmured, his voice low and seductive. 

He kissed his way back up your body, his mouth claiming yours once again. His hard dick pressed against your thigh, and the need for him was overwhelming. He reached down and positioned himself at your entrance, pausing for a moment to look into your eyes, making sure you were ready for what was to come. With a gentle push, he entered you, filling you completely, stretching you in the most delicious way. You gasped as he began to move, his hips setting a rhythm that was both torturously slow and maddeningly perfect. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through you, and you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer, needing to feel every inch of him. His hands were everywhere, caressing your breasts, tracing the curve of your hips, as he claimed your body over and over again. The sound of your skin slapping against his filled the room, mingling with your moans and gasps of pleasure. His dick was a relentless force inside you, hitting all the right spots, making you feel more alive than you had ever felt before.

As your passion grew, so did his, and you could feel his muscles tensing, his movements growing more erratic. You dug your nails into his back, urging him on, your pussy tightening around him. He groaned, his eyes squeezed shut, and with one final, powerful thrust, he reached his peak, filling you with his hot release. You felt the warmth of his cum deep inside you, and it triggered another orgasm, your body clenching around him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. As you both came down from the high, he collapsed on top of you, his weight a comforting presence. Your hearts raced together, your bodies entwined, as you whispered sweet nothings into each other's ears. In that moment, you knew that you had found something special, something that transcended the games and the cheers of the arena. This was real, raw, and all-consuming love, and you were ready to face whatever came next with Cole Sillinger by your side.

[jackethockey]

baby fever (luke hughes x gf!reader)

summary: short blurb where the reader has baby fever and asks luke to have a kid

warnings! none

a/n: currently working on a long luke fic but wanted to post smth and this just came to my brain

wc: 0.5k

You were lying in bed with your boyfriend, Luke, after a long roadie. You had your head on his chest, your whole body wrapped around his as he gently stroked your back. You were holding onto him for dear life like you were afraid he would leave again if you let go. The spark in his eye when you looked up at him however, told you he was here to stay. The tv was playing in the background, some sitcom the two of you had been watching, but you were both focused on your phone. You were scrolling through tiktok, his eyes on your screen. Luke loved when you would do this because your for you page was filled with edits of himself, and he would never admit it but he loved them. You had just scrolled past a movie clip, landing on a video of a dad trying to teach his baby to say ‘I love you’ with the mother behind the camera. Your heart beamed watching the small child babble and stutter until she found the words. Her laugh when her dad picked her up and spun her around was enough to make you melt. You pouted your lips at the screen affectionately before moving yourself to prop up in front of Luke, your hands on either side of his torso.

“Can we have one?” You pouted and gave him the puppy eyes as he stroked the back of your head gently. His eyes widened with a mix of shock and fear in an instant.

“One what?” He asked, tilting his head and smiling.

“One of these.” You held your phone up to his face, biting your lip in anticipation.

“I- no.” He shook his head, holding a small smile. 

“Please?” You pleaded, frowning as you placed your phone down, gripping the fabric of his shirt.

“No.” He laughed out at your attempts to persuade him.

“Why?” You groaned out, throwing your head back in playful frustration. Luke only chuckled, pulling your head back up to face him.

“Because,” He grabbed your left wrist and held it up, pointing to your ring finger. “I gotta put a ring on it first.” You smiled softly at him, sending a race of butterflies to his stomach. 

“What? You don’t want a shotgun wedding?” You giggled, moving your face closer to his.

“No, not particularly.” He grinned, following your motion to move in closer.

“Well whens,” You held up your wrist which still had Luke’s grasp around it, pointing to your ring finger again. “This gonna happen?” Luke smiled, intertwining his fingers with yours to pull you closer until your lips were ghosting.

“Soon, baby. Real soon.” His voice just above a whisper as he pulled you in for a soft kiss, gently biting your bottom lip. 

“Promise?” You whispered, barely moving away from his lips.

“I promise.” He placed a gentle kiss on your nose before pulling you back into his hold, lying down. “I love you.”

“Love you too, Lukey.” You mumbled into his chest, slowly feeling yourself drift off to sleep.

[jackethockey]

evening embrace | jack hughes

warnings: oral (m! & f! receiving) aka 69 BABYYYY!!!!! whiny jack, silly jack, established realtionship af, very domestic pairing: jack hughes x fem!reader request: "jack hughes coming home from practice or a game all grumpy and frustrated and just ranting endlessly about whatever is pissing him off so u just casually decide to give him head mid-rant. without a word you just start palming him over his pants while he’s mid sentence and he’d be like “baby, what are you doing?” and you’d casually make your way to your knees with a shrug and say “you’re stressed, seem like you could use some relief” and once you’ve got his dick out and you’re about to bring it to your lips you’d say “you can continue with your ranting baby, promise i won’t get distracted” with an innocent little pout i-" wc: 4423

Jack had a bad day. The Devils just had their first few preseason games and Jack, although he felt ready to get back into his normal routine, feels like his shoulder injury from last season is still a little tender. He can’t pinpoint the exact moment that he snapped, but he thinks that he blacked out around the time when he missed a pivotal pass that resulted in a breakaway and goal in the game today. He’s never been so angry after a game– and this is just preseason.

He bursts through the door to your shared apartment, already ranting. 

“This is shit,” Jack complains, dropping his bags in the doorway and kicking off his shoes. 

“What’s shit, Jacky?” You ask from the couch, wrapped up in a blanket and reading a book. Now that he’s home, though, you set the book down and give him your attention.

“I’m not playing good enough,” Jack huffs out, frustrated and annoyed. “It’s my stupid shoulder. I’ve rehabbed it, I’ve gotten it fixed through surgery, and I still feel like I’m not playing at 100%.”

“Aw, honey, come sit,” you say, patting the cushion beside you. 

Jack stalks over, collapsing onto the couch cushions and pulling you onto his lap. He kisses you hello before going back to his ranting. 

“I knew I needed to work more on my wrister before the game,” he says. “But Keefe wanted us to run drills at camp so that we could be better all-around.”

You hum when you need to, but Jack’s just complaining and pouting. He had a tough day and wants to get all of his negative thoughts out, knowing that you don’t mind listening to him when he has problems.

“And I appreciate being a good team all-around, you know,” Jack continues. “But there should be times during practice when a guy can go work on his own shit, which will make the team better overall once he’s perfected the skill.”

“Maybe you can talk to Nico about that,” you murmur, tracing the letters on Jack’s shirt. 

“I don’t want to be that guy,” Jack grumbles. “It’s a team sport. If Keefe wants us to practice as a team, then that’s what we’ll do. He’s the coach.”

You nod absentmindedly, adjusting yourself on Jack’s lap. Your hand continues to pet over his covered chest as he talks. His muscles are defined; it’s clear that he put in the work during his time off. You know he did, actually. You’ve watched his body swell and gain muscle mass over the summer and you’ve been able to see the changes up close and personal.

But not this past week: training camp started and Jack has been so tired and stressed out that he’ll come home, eat dinner with you, and collapse into bed with nary a makeout sesh anywhere. He’s been too tired to get off with you, although you know it relaxes him and helps him keep his mind clear, so you haven’t pushed.

Yet, as he talks about his day, you can’t stop thinking about how much better this would be if your lips were wrapped around his dick.

Your hand drops to his lap, palming his length over his shorts and interrupting Jack’s sentence.

He catches your wrist. “Baby, what are you doing?” Jack asks. “I’m talking to you.”

You blink up at him innocently, moving from his lap and sliding down to the ground. You situate yourself prettily on your knees, right between his thighs. Again, you touch the front of his shorts, rubbing the area like you’re giving him a handjob over his pants. “You seem stressed,” you tell him, simply. “Like you could use some relief.”

Jack’s mouth is agape, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. “I– um, yeah, I mean, I guess I’m stressed,” he replies, agreeing with you with an additional nod.

“Let me help,” you offer, cupping his bulge with your hand before leaning in to brush a fleeting kiss against the growing tent. You mouth along for a moment before bringing his waistband down, revealing his tight boxer-briefs. His semi is much more noticeable in just the underwear, straining more against the fabric as he grows harder. You fit your lips over the tip of his cock and suck slightly, through his shorts, just to make Jack jump.

“Yeah,” Jack agrees, touching the back of your neck hesitantly. He moves like he’s still confused and not quite sure what’s happening.

“Keep talking, baby,” you say to him as you pull his length out of his underwear and start to stroke it. You press a kiss to the crown of his cock, then pull back. “I’m listening. I promise I won’t get distracted.” You blink up at him through your eyelashes, watching countless emotions pass over Jack’s face before you kitten-lick over his slit and hum in approval. 

“It’s just hard,” Jack says, his eyes still wide and blown because of the shock that came over him when you made your bold move. “To, uh–”

He trails off, gesturing helplessly as your tongue traces the veins on the underside of his cock. You hum, bobbing your head in a commiserating, blatantly sarcastic nod. You know what you’re doing to him. You know that Jack goes boneless whenever you suck him off, that he promptly loses his words when you gag on his cock. 

So, you pull away from him. You let your spit pool where it lay while your lips were around him– able to use it as lube as you pump him, blinking up at him like you’re unimpressed. “C’mon, J. I thought you had things to be frustrated about.”

“I do!” Jack exclaims, finding his words after your mouth parts from his body.

“Oh, you do,” you repeat, a smug little smile on your face. “So tell me about it.”

“I– well– it doesn’t matter now,” Jack whines, his hips twitching under your calm palm. 

You furrow your brow and tilt your head to the side. “It doesn’t?”

Jack covers his face with his hands and makes a frustrated noise.

“Well, if that doesn’t matter, then why am I doing this?” You ask, feigning complete confusion even as you continue to stroke him. Jack has obviously gotten side tracked– and the relief of your mouth is like a wet rag on a dry erase board: it wipes everything completely clean and fresh. “I thought I was offering you something sweet to make up for your bad day.”

“You are, just– stop stopping!” 

You move your head from side to side with each word in your response: “You can’t make me!”

At a stalemate, Jack deflates. He frowns to himself, then pointedly at you. You’re still stroking him, just teasing him, waiting for him to sweetly ask you to continue until–

Jack pulls you up onto the couch and takes your place, sinking to the ground on his knees with his pants and underwear pooling around his ankles. He doesn’t bother to take his clothes off before he touches your leggings reverently with a light ghosting of his fingertips. He brushes a sweet kiss against the inside of your thigh as he touches you, but the sweetness and teasing doesn’t last very long.

“How was your day?” Jack asks with a smirk and another kiss to your covered skin. He pulls at the waistband of your leggings, dragging them down your legs in a totally obvious way.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing,” you warn.

“Not doing anything,” Jack teases. 

“Don’t lie to me, Jack Hughes.”

“Full name,” Jack notes offhandedly. He licks his lips and rubs his thumb along your slit, still covered by your godforsaken panties. If he’s going to do something, he had better do it. “Just giving my baby a taste of her own medicine,” he adds.

“My day was fine, thank you very much,” you retort.

Jack hums, fiddling with the edge of your panties, the part of the underwear that’s covering his favorite part of you. “What’d you do?” He asks.

“I showered,” you say.

“Without me,” Jack adds. You don’t have time to berate him for acting like a fuckboy– not when he starts mouthing over your hipbones until he finds the waistband of your panties. He takes the band between his teeth and drags the fabric down to meet your leggings. All the while, he stares up at you with his own wide, blown, horny eyes. 

“And I had breakfast, then I worked for a while, then I got lunch with my coworker like I told you about last night–” You continue, but Jack interrupts, pulling away from your bare cunt.

He pouts a bit. “What coworker?” Jack asks. “Who was it again?”

You muster the courage to glare at him. Jack just grins, his thumb sweeping through your folds like he hasn’t got a care in the world. 

“Sadie,” you remind him. “The new girl in accounting.”

“Oh, Sadie,” Jack drawls, rolling his eyes exaggeratedly. “How could I forget about Sadie?” He smiles at you briefly to show that he’s messing with you, then nears your mound. “What did you eat?” He asks, just before replacing his thumb with the tip of his tongue, pride written all over his face as you take a deep breath.

“We got those Mediterranean bowls you like,” you say. You don’t tell him that there’s one in the fridge waiting for him.

“Without me,” Jack repeats, sounding a little more forlorn than the first time. Who knew that showering without your boyfriend would be less titillating than a Mediterranean bowl from that place down the street?

Regardless, you still don’t tell him about your little surprise in the kitchen.

“Without you,” you agree. “I can’t always be with you, you know.”

“Mhm, and it’s one of the worst things I’ve ever had to go through,” Jack says, using his thumbs to pull your lips apart so he can really dig in and lavish your cunt. Jack drinks up the gasp that leaves your mouth when his tongue twirls against your clit, then drops lower to press against your entrance. Jack presses a kiss against your entrance before his tongue really works into you, rendering him quiet.

You know he expects you to continue speaking, just as you expected him to continue. One thing you’ve always been better at than Jack is compartmentalizing– you swear it comes with the territory of being a woman compared to being a man– but you’ve missed this so much that you don’t care about his gloating that will come later. 

“Jack, come–”

You interrupt yourself with a breathy gasp, hands flying to his hair. Jack has always loved when you tug at the brown waves adorning his head, so the heady look in his eyes when he looks up at you is no surprise. It’s also no surprise that your gasp has Jack flattening his tongue and showering your cunt with attention.

You had meant to ask him to come back up onto the couch, wanting him to be comfortable, but Jack doesn’t seem to care. You still want him to fill your mouth. There’s a trace of his salty precum on your tongue and the absence of his cock on the muscle leaves you writhing. 

He eats you out messily, getting your juices all over his lips, cheeks, and chin. When he pulls away to catch a breath, you admire how his chest heaves with the effort to fill his lungs before diving back in and the way he licks his lips. You grip his hair, tugging slightly to get his attention, and then Jack’s disheveled baby blues are back on you. He smiles dopily, moving to wrap his lips around your clit, but before he can, you speak.

“Come up here,” you implore, tugging at his hair again. 

“Wanna stay here,” Jack replies, succeeding in his efforts to reconnect with your core this time. 

Despite the shockwaves flying through your body at his powerful suction, you remain steadfast. You’re even able to string a sentence together that has Jack pausing: “Please, J, wanna suck you too,” you complain.

It isn’t long until Jack thinks of a joke to refute you. “Baby, I’m 86, not 69.”

“Jack,” you complain, tugging his hair again indignantly as he laughs against your cunt, enjoying his own joke. “Not funny.”

“Very funny,” Jack mumbles, fitting a finger inside of you and thumbing over your clit in the absence of his mouth. You’re grinding down against him now, not nearly full enough or satisfied enough. Jack’s smirk tells you that there’s more coming. “You want to have my cock in your mouth so bad that you’ll do your least favorite sex position on the couch?”

You groan. Of course he remembered the conversation he walked in on when you had your girlfriends over a couple of months ago– a lengthy, very detailed, very philosophical conversation about which sex positions are practical and impractical, as well as what places are more practical than others. 

You don’t suck Jack off as he eats you out often. It’s not something you ever really feel the need to do, even though Jack has admitted to loving the way you’ll moan against his cock and rock back into his mouth like you’re unsure which is better. The reason you don’t do it often, though, is that you can rarely finish like that. And Jack, being the doting, pussy-drunk boyfriend he is, would rather have you in a position where you’ll come all over his cock or his face rather than struggle to make it to your destination.

As for the couch, you’ve always thought that it’s more fun to ride Jack and distract him from whatever he’s watching on the TV, or for him to bend you over the edges of the furniture to pound into you from behind.

But today– today, you’re confident that you can finish. It’s been over a week since Jack felt like doing anything and you’re needy. You’re not ashamed of it, either– you love your boyfriend and the passion shared between you both is enough to steam up the windows of the apartment. It’s no secret that Jack does everything he can to make you feel good.

Which is how you’re going to convince him to get back on the couch and fill you completely, please you from both ends until you’re boneless and smothering him with your cunt– “The ideal way to die,” according to Jack, and all of his friends who insisted he was right when he dared to bring up sex at one of the parties on the lake house the previous summer. 

“Jack,” you say, simple and plain. You lean forward on the couch, reaching down to cradle his face in your palms. Your hands get sticky with your own slick, but it’s no big deal. After all, you’d already touched Jack’s dick, so it’s not like your hands are clean. You press a fleeting kiss to his nose, making Jack grin widely. “Wanna sit on this pretty face,” you tell him. “While I gag on your cock.”

“Mm, yeah?” Jack asks. The way he perks up is laughable: if he was a dog, he’d be wagging his tail. “Gonna come in my mouth while I come in yours?”

You shiver at the thought of a simultaneous orgasm– your own warmth and relaxation taking over your body while Jack fills you up. You nod slightly, biting your lip to hold back a needy whine. Your eyelashes flutter as you watch Jack stand from his spot between your legs. 

He lays on the couch, his head resting on a throw pillow for some extra leverage. He makes himself comfortable, and it’s a little silly that both of you still have your shirts on, but Jack sticks out his tongue and waves you forward. The position makes you laugh, combined with his antics, so you make a silly move of your own. 

You crawl towards him, across the couch, trying to look like Sophie in Mamma Mia while she and Sky sing ‘Lay All Your Love on Me,’ but there’s no music playing. It’s just you and Jack and your soft little giggles, which are eventually quieted by a sweet kiss and a swipe of Jack’s tongue against your own. You can taste yourself on him and he can taste himself on you, which has Jack smiling into the kiss. His teeth clink against yours for a second, then he pats your hip and you pull away.

“Come have a seat, baby,” Jack invites, unable to wipe the grin off of his face. You shake your head and avert your eyes, blushing a little bit at how giddy you’ve made him with just a few kisses, some attention to his cock, and access to your pussy.

“Forgotten all about your bad day?” You tease.

“It turned out okay, I think,” Jack replies with a wink. He keeps his hands on your body as you turn, then line yourself up with his mouth. You’ve got the perfect view of his cock in this position, standing up and red for you, just waiting for you to lean forward and welcome him into the warm wetness of your mouth.

Jack hasn’t waited to admire you. He’s already sloppily mouthing at your lips, sliding his tongue against your clit. He has his arms looped around your thighs, hands planted squarely on your ass. He grips your cheeks and spreads them so that he can pull you back further and work his tongue inside of you. For your hesitation, he gives your clit a little nip to encourage you forward. It doesn’t hurt, but it does surprise you, and you let out a hushed yelp. Jack giggles before returning to your entrance, prodding at you.

You bend forward, laying across Jack’s body and holding yourself up by laying your forearms on his abdomen. Your left hand pets over the skin on his hip while your right holds his base steady. You gather some spit in your mouth before letting it drip onto his slit. The fluid drips down his cock, but you’re determined to replace your spit with ropes of his cum.

You take him in your mouth as far as you can, moaning when his tip nudges the back of your throat. He twitches in your mouth, involuntary but welcome. You love when he’s unable to control his reactions, doubling down on his enthusiasm at your core. 

You can feel yourself dripping all over Jack’s face. His hands are strong on your hips, pulling you back to grind against his mouth. Taking an arm from around your thigh, he brings his fingers back to your core, sliding two inside of you while he focuses on your clit. 

He’s so messy and he keeps making slurping sounds because he’s so into it, which is completely not sexy, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. You treasure the moans and hums that follow the unattractive slurping– Jack’s voice has grown high-pitched and needy, completely intoxicated by your taste.

You imagine him now, cheeks flushed just as pink as yours. Hell, his lips are probably swollen and the same shade of red as his tip. 

You bring a hand up to move your hair to one side of your head, the strands brushing Jack’s thigh and tickling him slightly. It’s necessary for you to give this blowjob your full attention, and you can’t have your hair getting in the way now, not after you’ve been missing Jack’s cock for a full week.

No, you’re just as drunk as he is, moaning and gagging and humming. You pull out all the stops– leaving his cock to kiss over his balls and suck at the skin while you pump his member. Jack’s always enjoyed that extra touch, his hips jumping uncontrollably into your space for the second time tonight.

“Wanna fuck my face?” You ask, words coming out in a rush. 

Jack keens beneath you, holding you closer. He pumps his fingers inside you quickly, working a third into your hole and curling his knuckles until he finds your sweet spot, making you moan wantonly. His hips are moving again, wiggling beneath you until you bring your lips back to his tip. You press a kiss against his slit before opening your mouth as wide as you can, hollowing your cheeks against his shaft until Jack starts to move.

He’s quick like a jack-hammer. His movements are twitchy and shallow because, as you’ve said time and time again, Jack has never been the world’s greatest multitasker. He’s able to perform well on the ice, very athletically minded and capable, but when his mind gets all foggy and sex-crazed, he’s completely helpless. 

He chases his pleasure wildly. He continues to make his sweet, pretty whimpers against your pussy. His tongue flicks over your clit as fast as he can manage while also fingering you and fucking into your mouth– he’s working overtime and his chest is heaving with harsh breaths. You take it, even rolling your hips against his fingers to try and help him out. 

You’d feel bad about making him do all the work, but you’ve known since the beginning of your relationship how Jack feels about making you come: he loves it. It’s better than his own release. He always wants you to come over his tongue or make a mess all over his cock or fingers.

“Baby, baby,” Jack whines against your clit, his lips brushing the nerves as he talks. “Fuck, gonna come, please, please–”

“Uh-huh,” you hum, the best response you can give with your mouth stuffed with his cock. The vibrations send Jack over the edge and he lurches beneath you, pulling his fingers from your hole and replacing them with his tongue. He switches, putting his thumb on your clit and rubbing furious circles until you’re writhing above him.

You’re able to swallow a mouthful of his cum before you have to squeeze your eyes shut and focus on your own orgasm, milliseconds away from breaking down the dam inside of you. You pull off of Jack’s cock and pant above him, continuing to stroke him through his climax. 

Your eyes are a little teary from the ecstasy coursing through your veins, fueled completely by Jack’s rapid movements and equally frequent muffled pleas. He can’t stop begging you to release all over his face, even with his tongue inside of you. You can’t focus on what he’s saying, but his voice is wrecked and bordering on distressed. That’s how bad he needs you to come, how badly he needs to make you come.

His jaw has got to be aching by this point, having eaten you out for so long, but you’re so close.

You sit up a bit, just enough that you can place your hands on his muscular thighs and grind back against his face. Your hips are quick, messy, and inconsistent. “Jack,” you cry out, your breath leaving you like a hard fall to the ground knocking all the air from your lungs.

“Yeah, yeah,” he encourages, his tongue flicking over your walls.

You come harder than you ever have like this– maybe harder than you ever have in general. Jack holds you against him and laps at your release, despite the pleasure causing your hips to jerk and try to escape. You lose track of yourself, feeling completely gone. There’s a chance you’ll have to wash the couch cushions later, with the way you’re spreading slick over Jack’s face. It feels endless, your orgasm, and you think Jack may have actually made up for a week of nothing in just one night. 

He licks over you until there’s nothing left for him to taste. His hair has gone wild, eyes bright but groggy and hazy at the same time. You’re sure you look the same, unwilling to find yourself in the mirror across the room when you roll off of Jack and find a shaky footing on the floor. Your shirt is damp with sweat, as is Jack’s. He lifts the neckline to wipe the lower half of his face, dazed. 

“Fuck,” he sighs, placing a hand over his heart. His eyes look up at you, a slight smile lifting the edges of his lips. “That might be the closest I’ve ever gotten to dying from your pussy, baby.”

You laugh at that, running your fingers through your hair. “I think we both need a shower,” you say with an easy smile. 

Jack yawns. “Then bed?” He asks. 

“If you don’t fall asleep on me right here,” you reply, nodding at his body as it lounges on the couch. You thought you were bad with going boneless– Jack seems to have sank into the cushions. The sight is hilarious– your boyfriend, completely love drunk and smiling up at you like you’re an angel, with his shirt still on but no pants and no underwear. His dick has softened against his hip, the cum you didn’t swallow drying against his skin. “With your dick out and all. Any burglar would run the other direction.”

“You don’t think he’d be impressed?” Jack sits up just enough to look at his length. 

“Maybe not in this state.”

“I’ll just have to explain to him that my girl fucked me so good that I couldn’t move anymore,” Jack ponders with a shrug. He laughs to himself, eyes hooded but blinking slowly at you.

“Well, you did come first,” you agree. You reach out and take his hands, dragging him up to a sitting position, then up to his feet. 

Jack stumbles into you, petting over your rat’s-nest of a head of hair and pressing a series of kisses all over your face.

“Gross, gonna have to do extra skincare tonight,” you pout, pushing him away. 

Jack continues making kissy noises as you pull him towards your shared bedroom, depositing him in front of the shower so that he can start the water while you grab new clothes for the both of you and go to the bathroom. 

He feels you up in the shower until you’re both laughing and covered in suds, unable to keep your lips from the other person’s for longer than a couple of minutes. He makes his hair into a shampooed mohawk just to make you giggle again. His displeasure from earlier in the night is completely gone, and you couldn’t be more glad. 

notes: this is one of my favorite fics i've ever written, so i hope y'all enjoyed!!

[jackethockey]

Homesick for the Home We Made| A. Fantilli

Summary: Adam  and Y/N have been inseparable since their college days at UMich,  bound by a love that grew through the late nights, laughter, and unwavering support. Now, as Adam begins his professional hockey career with the Columbus Blue Jackets, their relationship faces new trials. From navigating the pressures of the NHL, the relentless spotlight, and the strain of long-distance travel, to coping with injuries and doubts, they fight to stay connected amidst the demands of his rising fame.

University of Michigan, 2022

The nights they spent in the library became their little ritual, a comforting constant amid their busy college lives. Adam’s schedule was intense, between morning practices, back-to-back classes, and late-night studying, yet he’d always make time to meet her there, settling into their usual corner by the large window that overlooked campus. Tonight, like every night, he’d saved her a seat, draping his hoodie over the chair beside him so she’d know he was waiting.

When she arrived, a warm feeling washed over her, seeing him so intently focused, tapping a pen against his notebook. His brow was furrowed in concentration, jaw set in that familiar way, yet the moment he saw her, his face softened, a grin spreading across his face.

“Hey, you,” he said, slipping his arm around her shoulders as she sat down, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Missed you.”

She laughed, leaning into his side. “We were together this morning. You really missed me already?”

“More than you know,” he murmured, squeezing her shoulder. There was always something about him—a quiet warmth and sweetness that made her feel like she was the only thing in his world, even when he was balancing a million different pressures. He set his pen down, focusing his attention entirely on her, and she couldn’t help but smile.

They worked side by side for a while, falling into the easy rhythm they had developed over the months, sharing notes and sneaking little glances at each other. Occasionally, Adam would steal a quick kiss, his smile making her heart skip. It was these little moments that made her realize just how deeply she had fallen for him—the quiet understanding, the silent support, the shared smiles.

As they walked back to his dorm under the glow of the campus streetlights, a comfortable silence fell between them. The autumn air was crisp, and she felt Adam’s fingers tighten around hers, as if grounding her in that moment.

“Hey,” he said suddenly, stopping them both. She turned to face him, surprised by the sudden intensity in his gaze. “I’ve been wanting to tell you something.”

She felt her heartbeat quicken as he looked at her, the seriousness in his eyes sending a shiver down her spine. “What is it?”

He took a deep breath, glancing down before meeting her gaze again. “Y/N, I know we’re both young, and we don’t have everything figured out, but…I know I want this. I know I want you, in my life, no matter what.”

His words were a revelation, each one grounding her in a reality she’d hoped for but hadn’t dared to expect. She looked up at him, a soft smile breaking across her face as she felt a surge of affection. “Adam, I feel the same way,” she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. “You mean everything to me.”

He pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her in a hug that felt like a promise. She could feel his heartbeat against her, steady and reassuring. After a moment, he pulled back, looking down at her with a tenderness that made her heart ache.

“Let’s go inside,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with a mixture of excitement and vulnerability.

As soon as they closed the door, Adam’s hands found her waist, pulling her into a kiss that was soft at first but grew with an intensity neither of them could ignore. His hands traveled up her sides, sending a thrill through her, and she felt herself melt into him, her fingers tangling in his hair.

“Are you sure?” he whispered, his breath warm against her neck as he pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers.

She nodded, her voice steady. “I’ve never been more sure.”

In that quiet room, they explored each other, savoring every touch, every kiss, as if they were making a silent promise to be there, to love each other no matter what life would throw at them. They moved together in a way that felt effortless, their bodies communicating a desire and trust that words could never capture. And when they finally lay side by side, wrapped in each other’s arms, she knew this was a memory she would carry with her always.

The room was filled with the quiet hum of their breathing as they drifted into sleep, the campus lights casting a warm glow through the window. Adam held her close, his fingers tracing light circles along her back as she rested her head on his chest.

“Stay with me tonight,” he whispered, his voice filled with a vulnerable hope.

She smiled, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Summer 2023, NHL Draft Day

The months flew by, and suddenly, it was draft season. Adam’s nerves were palpable, but he tried to hide them behind his usual smile, his arms wrapped around her as they waited for his name to be called. The night was electric with excitement, but beneath it, she could feel his tension, the anticipation of everything they had worked toward coming down to this single moment.

“Are you okay?” she asked softly, squeezing his hand. She could see the flicker of vulnerability in his eyes, and it made her heart ache.

He nodded, flashing her a smile. “Yeah, just…a lot of pressure,” he admitted, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a calming rhythm. “But having you here…that makes all the difference.”

She smiled, leaning up to kiss him gently, trying to convey every ounce of love and belief she had in him. “You’ve got this. No matter where you go, you’re going to do incredible things.”

The moment his name was called, the room erupted into applause. She watched him, pride swelling in her chest as he hugged his family and friends, giving her a last, lingering look before making his way to the stage. It was a look that said everything he couldn’t put into words—a promise, a silent thank you, a reminder that she was part of this journey with him.

As the night wound down and the crowd thinned, Adam pulled her aside, his expression turning serious. They found a quiet corner, away from the noise, the celebration, and he took her hands, looking down at them as if collecting his thoughts.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen next,” he began, his voice soft, laced with a nervous vulnerability. “But I don’t want to do this without you.”

Her breath hitched as she realized the weight of his words, the unspoken question hanging between them.

“Adam,” she said, her voice shaking slightly, “are you saying…?”

He nodded, meeting her gaze. “Come with me. Move with me to Columbus. I don’t want us to be apart—I want us to figure this out together.”

Her heart skipped a beat, a mixture of excitement and fear welling up inside her. It was a big decision, a huge leap into an uncertain future, but as she looked into his eyes, she knew there was only one answer.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice filled with a quiet certainty. “I’m with you. Wherever you go, I’m right there.”

They held each other tightly, both of them feeling the enormity of what lay ahead. But in that moment, wrapped in each other’s arms, they felt an unshakeable confidence—a shared certainty that, together, they could face whatever challenges would come their way.

Later that night, in the quiet of the hotel room, they shared a moment that felt sacred. Their kisses were slower, deeper, filled with the promise of everything they had committed to. Adam’s hands were tender as they explored her, memorizing every inch of her skin, his touch full of reverence.

“Are you sure?” he whispered, his voice filled with awe and a hint of nervousness.

She nodded, her eyes meeting his. “Absolutely. I love you, Adam.”

He smiled, his hand cupping her cheek. “I love you too, Y/N. More than you’ll ever know.”

As they lay together afterward, tangled in each other’s arms, she felt a profound sense of peace. It was as if the entire world had shrunk down to this single room, to the quiet of their breathing, to the warmth of his body beside her. They had made a promise tonight—a commitment to face the future together, to stay by each other’s side, no matter what. And in that moment, she knew there was nothing they couldn’t face as long as they had each other.

Columbus, Ohio – Fall 2023

Moving to Columbus was a whirlwind for both of them. The new city buzzed with excitement for Adam’s arrival, and the Blue Jackets fan base was thrilled to welcome their young prospect. The city had a new energy, one that felt vibrant and alive, as Adam settled into his role on the team.

Adam and Y/N found a modest, cozy apartment downtown, close enough to the rink for his practices but far enough that they could enjoy some quiet time together. The place was small, but it was theirs, and they spent the first few weeks transforming the bare walls and empty spaces into something that felt like home.

Boxes were everywhere as they unpacked, laughing and bickering playfully over where things should go. Adam insisted on keeping his signed rookie stick leaning in the corner of the living room, while she countered with a set of cozy throw pillows she’d found on a shopping trip. Every little detail was a negotiation, filled with laughter and eye rolls that melted into shared smiles.

“You know,” she teased one night, standing in the kitchen with her hands on her hips, “if you’d let me put those curtains up instead of keeping that blanket over the window, this place might actually start looking like a real apartment.”

Adam grinned, tossing a pillow onto the couch before walking over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “You saying my decorating skills aren’t good enough?” he asked, nuzzling her neck.

She laughed, rolling her eyes. “I’m saying you’re better at scoring goals than picking out curtains.”

He pulled her closer, his voice dropping. “And which one of those is most important to you?”

Her cheeks warmed as she looked up at him, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “Guess it depends on the context,” she murmured, her voice softening as their gazes locked.

The warmth in his eyes turned into something deeper, and he leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was slow and deliberate, filled with a mixture of tenderness and longing. His hands slipped to her waist, pulling her closer, and she felt herself melt into him, their bodies pressed together as if they were one.

They spent the rest of the night tangled together, exploring every inch of their new space in a way that made it feel truly theirs. It was as if each touch, each kiss, each whispered word was imprinting memories into the walls, filling the empty spaces with moments only they would know.

The honeymoon period of settling into the new apartment soon gave way to the challenges of Adam’s grueling schedule. Training camps, team practices, media obligations—it was a new rhythm, and it pulled him away from her more often than either of them had anticipated. Early mornings turned into long days at the rink, and by the time Adam got home, he was exhausted, barely able to muster up the energy for anything other than collapsing onto the couch.

At first, she tried to ignore the pang of loneliness that crept in during the quiet hours she spent alone in their apartment, filling her days with work, exploring the city, and calling friends from Michigan. But as the weeks went by, she couldn’t shake the feeling of missing him, even when he was right there beside her.

One evening, after a particularly grueling practice, Adam came home, dropping his bag by the door with a tired sigh. She could see the weariness etched into his face, his usual spark dulled by exhaustion. He offered her a faint smile as he kicked off his shoes, heading straight for the couch.

She sat down beside him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Long day?”

He nodded, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. “You have no idea. I mean, I knew the NHL was going to be intense, but this… it’s next level.” His voice was low, almost defeated, and it tugged at her heart.

“Hey,” she said softly, rubbing his shoulder. “You don’t have to be perfect all the time. You’re allowed to be tired, Adam. It’s a lot to handle.”

He turned to look at her, his eyes softening as he took her hand, pulling her into his lap. “Thanks, Y/N. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

They sat together in comfortable silence, her fingers brushing through his hair as he leaned his head against her shoulder. Slowly, she felt his breathing even out, and she realized he’d fallen asleep, his arms still wrapped around her. She smiled to herself, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

The following morning, she woke up to find him already gone, his side of the bed cold, a note on the nightstand that read: Couldn’t wake you. Wanted you to sleep in. I’ll be home as soon as I can. Miss you already.

It was the kind of note that left her heart aching in the best way, but also reminded her of the distance that had crept between them, even in their shared space.

Despite the challenges, they found ways to make it work, weaving small routines into the chaos. She’d pack his lunch, slipping little notes into his bag—inside jokes, or silly sketches of the two of them—that he’d find in between drills. And on nights when he got home early enough, they’d cook together, laughing as they danced around the kitchen, turning the simplest tasks into cherished rituals.

One night, they were attempting to make pasta—a meal that turned into a bit of a disaster when Adam managed to overcook the noodles. He looked at the pot with a mixture of defeat and confusion.

“Who knew pasta could be so difficult?” he groaned, looking over at her with a sheepish grin.

She laughed, wrapping her arms around him from behind. “It’s okay. You might be terrible at cooking, but you’re still my favorite person.”

He turned around, pulling her into a hug. “Yeah? Even when I mess up pasta?”

“Especially when you mess up pasta,” she replied, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

They ended up ordering takeout, curling up on the couch as they ate, laughing over the mess they’d left in the kitchen. It was moments like these, filled with warmth and laughter, that reminded them both of why they were doing this—of the love that had brought them together and continued to hold them close, even through the difficult days.

One Friday evening, after a particularly intense game, Adam returned home, his energy still buzzing from the win. She greeted him at the door with a warm smile, feeling her own excitement swell as he swept her up into his arms, spinning her around.

“We won, babe!” he said, his grin infectious. “I can’t believe it—it was insane! I thought we were done for in the third period, but we pulled it off.”

She laughed, holding onto him as he set her down, his arms still wrapped around her. “I’m so proud of you, Adam. You were amazing out there.”

His eyes softened, and he pulled her closer, resting his forehead against hers. “Couldn’t have done it without knowing you’re here, waiting for me,” he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity.

In that moment, she felt her heart swell with love, the struggles and loneliness of the past few weeks fading away as they held each other. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss that was soft at first, filled with a mixture of gratitude and longing. But soon, the kiss deepened, fueled by the passion that had been simmering beneath the surface.

They moved together to the bedroom, his hands exploring her as if he were memorizing every inch of her. Their kisses were slow and deliberate, each touch a reminder of the love they shared, the commitment they’d made to each other. They undressed slowly, savoring the intimacy, the connection that felt so much deeper after the time they’d spent apart.

Afterward, they lay tangled in each other’s arms, their breaths mingling as they whispered to each other in the quiet darkness. He told her about the game, sharing the small details he usually kept to himself—the nerves, the pressure, the way he’d thought of her during every break. And she listened, feeling closer to him than ever before, her fingers tracing light patterns along his chest.

As the night wore on, they drifted into a peaceful sleep, feeling a renewed sense of connection. For the first time in weeks, they both felt truly at home.

The next morning, she woke up to the smell of coffee and the sound of soft music coming from the kitchen. She padded out of the bedroom, smiling when she found him standing by the stove, humming along to the song as he cooked.

“Look who’s trying to make up for last night’s pasta disaster,” she teased, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind.

He laughed, turning around to kiss her. “I figured breakfast was the least I could do,” he said, grinning as he handed her a cup of coffee.

They spent the morning together, sharing a quiet breakfast, laughing and talking about their plans for the weekend. It was a simple, unremarkable moment, but to both of them, it felt like a little slice of happiness—a reminder of why they were doing this, and how much they meant to each other.

As they sat there, her hand in his, she felt a sense of contentment

Columbus, Ohio – Winter 2023

As the season progressed, Adam’s name began to pop up more frequently in the media. Headlines praised his impressive rookie performance, and clips of his plays trended on social media almost every week. Fans posted nonstop about his potential, and interviews with him were filled with questions about his goals and his future with the Blue Jackets. At first, it was exhilarating for both of them. Watching him on the ice, seeing how the city celebrated his success, made her heart swell with pride.

But as his fame grew, so did the pressures and the expectations. More demands on his time left him exhausted and often distracted. Nights out were frequently interrupted by fans wanting photos, or journalists eager for a quote, which Adam always handled with a smile, never wanting to disappoint anyone. She admired his dedication, but she began to feel as if they were sharing less and less of their world together.

One evening, after a particularly demanding week, they went out for dinner, hoping to carve out some time just for the two of them. But even in the cozy, dimly lit restaurant they’d chosen, whispers followed them, and a few fans approached their table.

“Hey, Adam, big fans—would you mind signing something for us?” one of them asked, an excited look on her face. Adam glanced at Y/N apologetically, but she gave him a small nod, urging him to go ahead.

He returned to their table after a few minutes, reaching for her hand, his face slightly flushed. “Sorry about that,” he murmured, his thumb tracing over her knuckles. “Guess this comes with the territory.”

She managed a small smile, but there was a twinge of something she couldn’t ignore—something that felt like loneliness. “It’s okay,” she said, keeping her tone light. “I’m just still getting used to sharing you with everyone.”

He looked at her, his expression softening as he realized the weight of her words. “You’ll never have to share me, Y/N. Not really. You know that, right?”

She forced a nod, but a part of her couldn’t ignore the growing fear that, eventually, the world might take too much of him. She squeezed his hand, trying to push the thought away. “I know,” she whispered, hoping she sounded more certain than she felt.

As the season wore on, the distance between them felt less like an occasional inconvenience and more like a permanent shadow that loomed over their relationship. Adam was constantly traveling for away games, and even when he was home, his mind was often preoccupied with training or strategies. The rare moments they did spend together were often late at night, with him collapsing into bed beside her, exhausted, barely able to keep his eyes open as he murmured a sleepy “Goodnight.”

One evening, she finally couldn’t keep it bottled up any longer. They were sitting on the couch, him scrolling through his phone, catching up on game footage, when she spoke.

“Adam,” she began, her voice quiet but steady. He looked up, noticing the serious expression on her face.

“Yeah?” He set his phone down, his attention fully on her.

She took a deep breath, searching for the right words. “I just…I miss us. I feel like we’re always together, but I’m not really with you. Not the way we used to be.”

A flicker of guilt crossed his face, and he reached for her hand. “Y/N…I know it’s been tough. I feel it too. I don’t want you to feel like I’m drifting away. I’m just trying to keep up with everything, you know? The team, the media, the expectations…it’s all so much.”

Her heart softened, and she placed her hand on his cheek, her thumb brushing over his skin. “I know, and I’m so proud of you. But I need you too. Not the player, not the celebrity—just you.”

He pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her as he pressed his forehead against hers. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re my whole world, Y/N. I don’t want to lose us in all of this.”

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding him close. “Then let’s make time for each other. Even if it’s just little moments. I don’t want us to get lost in the noise.”

They sat like that for a long time, wrapped in each other’s warmth, a silent agreement passing between them. They promised each other that, no matter what, they would find ways to stay connected, to hold onto the love that had brought them together in the first place.

A few weeks later, Adam surprised her with a weekend getaway. He booked a small cabin an hour outside the city, nestled in the woods, where they could disconnect from the world and just be together.

As they drove up to the cabin, she felt a thrill of excitement, the tension of the past few months melting away. The cabin was cozy, with a fireplace crackling in the corner, and a view of the snow-covered trees outside. They spent the first day simply enjoying each other’s company, cooking together, sharing stories, and laughing like they hadn’t in months.

That night, as they sat by the fire, wrapped in blankets, he pulled her close, his fingers tracing light patterns along her arm. “I missed this,” he murmured, his voice soft and full of tenderness. “I missed just being with you, away from everything else.”

She looked up at him, her heart swelling with love. “Me too,” she whispered, leaning in to kiss him. The kiss was slow, unhurried, as if they had all the time in the world. His hands moved to her waist, pulling her onto his lap as he deepened the kiss, their breaths mingling in the quiet warmth of the room.

They moved together with a renewed passion, savoring each touch, each whisper. It felt like a rediscovery of everything they loved about each other, a reminder of the connection that went beyond the demands of his career. They undressed slowly, their bodies pressed together as they explored each other, the intimacy of the moment grounding them in a way that nothing else could.

Afterward, they lay tangled in each other’s arms, the glow of the fire casting a warm light across the room. She rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, feeling a peace she hadn’t felt in a long time.

“I love you,” he whispered, his fingers brushing through her hair. “More than anything. Thank you for being here, for sticking with me through all of this.”

She smiled, pressing a kiss to his chest. “I love you too, Adam. Always.”

They drifted into a peaceful sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, knowing that, no matter how tough things got, they would always find their way back to each other.

The weekend away renewed their strength, but as they returned to Columbus, the pressures of Adam’s career quickly crept back in. Yet, this time, they both held onto the memory of the cabin, the quiet promises they’d made to each other. They made an effort to carve out little moments—a morning coffee shared in comfortable silence, a late-night drive to clear their heads, a quiet dinner in their favorite restaurant where they could be just two people in love.

One evening, as they sat on the couch after another long day, she rested her head on his shoulder, feeling a sense of contentment she hadn’t felt in months.

“Do you ever wonder if it’ll get easier?” she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

He looked down at her, a gentle smile on his face. “Sometimes. But even if it doesn’t, I know we’ll get through it. We’re in this together, right?”

She smiled, her fingers lacing with his. “Always.”

In that moment, she knew that, no matter how intense the pressures of his career became, no matter how many obstacles they faced, they would find a way to hold onto each other. They were each other’s constant, the quiet strength that carried them through the noise and chaos. And in the end, that was all they needed.

Later that night, as they lay in bed, Adam pulled her close, his hands tracing light circles along her back. “Thank you for being my rock,” he murmured, his voice filled with warmth. “For always understanding, even when I’m not around as much as I want to be.”

She looked up at him, her heart swelling with love. “You’re worth it, Adam. Every second.”

He leaned down, capturing her lips in a slow, tender kiss, filled with all the gratitude and love he couldn’t put into words. They moved together, their bodies fitting perfectly, each touch a reminder of the promises they had made to each other. In the quiet darkness, they shared a connection that went beyond words, a love that was steadfast and unbreakable.

As they lay together afterward, wrapped in each other’s arms, she felt a renewed sense of peace, a quiet certainty that, no matter where life took them, they would always find their way back to each other.

Michigan and Beyond – Summer 2024

The off-season finally arrived, and with it came a long-awaited break from the demands and pressures of the NHL. For the first time in months, Adam didn’t have to rush off to practices, interviews, or endless travel. He was just…Adam, the guy she’d fallen in love with back in college, and for a few precious months, they were able to live without a schedule dictating every hour of their day.

It was late June when they decided to visit Michigan, eager to revisit the place where their journey began. The drive back was filled with a comfortable silence, punctuated by laughter and the occasional off-key singing as they played their favorite songs from their college days. The familiar landscape rolled by, the roads bringing back memories of late-night drives, coffee runs, and spontaneous adventures.

When they arrived, the University of Michigan campus was quieter, the summer break leaving the buildings mostly empty. They parked the car and walked hand-in-hand through the familiar paths, the air filled with nostalgia.

“Do you remember the first time we met?” Adam asked, glancing down at her with a soft smile. “I couldn’t even focus on practice that day. My teammates gave me so much grief for being distracted.”

She laughed, nudging him playfully. “I remember you nearly walked into a door because you were staring at me.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Hey, I couldn’t help it. You looked…amazing. Still do.”

They wandered around the campus, revisiting their favorite spots—the library where they’d spent countless nights studying together, the little café where they had their first date, the rink where she’d cheered him on at every game. Each place held a memory, and they spent hours reminiscing, sharing stories and laughing at all the little things that had brought them together.

That evening, they drove out to a secluded lake where they had often gone during their college years to escape the world for a while. The sun was setting, casting a warm golden glow over the water, and the quiet of the place wrapped around them like a comforting blanket.

Adam spread out a blanket on the shore, and they lay side by side, watching the sky transform from soft pinks and oranges to deep purples and blues. He reached for her hand, lacing his fingers with hers, and she looked over at him, her heart swelling with love.

“You know,” he began, his voice soft and thoughtful, “coming back here with you… It reminds me of how lucky I am to have you in my life. I don’t say it enough, but I don’t know where I’d be without you, Y/N.”

She felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes, her heart fluttering at his words. “Adam, I feel the same way. Being here with you, away from everything else, it’s like…this is how it’s supposed to be. Just us.”

They shared a long, lingering kiss, their bodies pressed close as the cool evening breeze rustled around them. There was something grounding about being in that familiar place, surrounded by nature, with nothing but each other. They moved together in the fading light, every touch filled with tenderness, every kiss a promise of the love they’d built and the future they would share.

They spent the night lying on the blanket, watching the stars, talking about their dreams, their fears, and their plans for the future. It was a rare, cherished moment, the kind that only came when time seemed to stand still, and they could simply be together, with no demands or expectations.

The next day, they set out on a road trip across Michigan, stopping at small towns, scenic overlooks, and quirky little roadside attractions. The freedom of the open road was exhilarating, and they filled the trip with laughter, silly selfies, and spontaneous detours.

At one point, they stopped at a little antique shop in a small town, where she found a vintage record player she’d always dreamed of having. Adam insisted on buying it for her, despite her protests.

“Come on, it’s perfect for our apartment,” he said with a grin, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “And we’ll fill it with all our favorite records.”

She rolled her eyes, but her heart warmed at the gesture. “You’re spoiling me, you know that?”

He shrugged, a playful smile on his lips. “Well, you deserve to be spoiled.”

They ended up spending half the day exploring the shop, picking out records and laughing over the quirky finds. It was a small, simple moment, but it felt like a piece of happiness, one of those memories that would stay with them long after the road trip was over.

Their last night in Michigan, they decided to revisit their favorite college bar—a little dive just off campus where they had spent countless nights with friends, celebrating wins and commiserating over losses. They ordered their usual drinks, laughing as they slipped back into the carefree atmosphere of their college days.

The bar was filled with students, and a few of them recognized Adam, offering congratulations on his success with the Blue Jackets. He smiled, thanking them graciously, but he kept his attention on her, his arm wrapped protectively around her waist as if grounding himself in the present.

They danced to the old songs they’d loved in college, laughing as they spun each other around, letting loose in a way they hadn’t been able to in months. There was something freeing about being there, away from the eyes of the media, away from the pressures of his career. For that night, they were just Adam and Y/N, two people who had fallen in love in a little college town, and it felt like nothing else mattered.

As they left the bar in the early hours of the morning, he pulled her close, his voice soft in her ear. “Thank you for this,” he murmured, his eyes filled with gratitude. “For everything. I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

She smiled, leaning up to kiss him. “We’re both lucky, Adam.”

They walked back to their car, hand in hand, feeling a renewed sense of connection, a reminder of everything that had brought them together.

When they finally returned to Columbus, they spent the next morning lounging around their apartment, savoring the last moments of their time off. They made breakfast together, laughing as they danced around the kitchen, stealing kisses between flipping pancakes and sipping coffee.

After breakfast, they curled up on the couch, wrapped in a cozy blanket as they listened to the records they’d bought on their trip. The soft melodies filled the room, and they sat in comfortable silence, her head resting on his shoulder, his arm draped around her.

“Do you ever think about the future?” she asked quietly, breaking the silence.

He looked down at her, his expression thoughtful. “Yeah, all the time. Especially when I think about you.”

She smiled, feeling a flutter of excitement at his words. “What do you see?”

He took a deep breath, his gaze softening. “I see us. Maybe a house someday, a place we can really make our own. And…maybe a family, if that’s what you want.”

Her heart skipped a beat, her cheeks warming. “I’d like that,” she whispered, feeling a mixture of excitement and hope.

He pulled her closer, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “Then that’s what we’ll have.”

They spent the rest of the morning wrapped in each other’s arms, talking about their dreams and the life they wanted to build together. It was a quiet, precious moment, a promise of the future they were creating, step by step.

As the off-season came to an end, they spent their last days together savoring every moment. They took long walks around the city, went on picnics, and spent late nights watching movies, laughing and holding each other close. Each moment was a reminder of the love they shared, the foundation they had built, and the dreams they had for the future.

On their final night before the season began again, Adam surprised her with a romantic dinner on their balcony, stringing up fairy lights and setting the table with candles and flowers. They spent the evening under the stars, sharing stories, laughter, and quiet, lingering kisses.

As the night drew to a close, he took her hand, his eyes filled with love and a quiet intensity. “Whatever happens this season, wherever this career takes me, I want you to know that you’re my priority. You’re the one thing that keeps me grounded, that reminds me of who I am. I’ll never lose sight of that, or of you.”

She felt her heart swell, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. “I know, Adam. And I’m here for you, no matter where this takes us. I love you.”

They shared a kiss under the stars, their hearts full of hope and promise. As they held each other close, they both knew that, no matter how demanding life became, they would always find their way back to each other. Their love was their anchor, their constant, and it was a promise that neither of them would ever break.

Columbus, Ohio – Mid-Season 2024

The season was in full swing, and Adam had been pushing himself harder than ever, determined to keep up with the demands of his growing career. Game after game, he poured everything he had into the ice, always eager to improve, to prove himself. But one night, after a particularly intense game, everything changed in an instant.

She was watching from the stands, cheering as usual, when she saw him go down. It was a rough play, and in a split second, Adam crashed to the ice, clutching his leg. Her heart stopped, a cold fear gripping her as she watched him wince in pain, his teammates gathering around him. The medical staff rushed onto the ice, helping him up, but the look on his face told her everything she needed to know—it wasn’t just a bruise or a scrape. Something was wrong.

After what felt like an eternity, they helped him off the ice, and she could see the strain in his face as he tried to put weight on his leg. Her stomach twisted as she rushed down to meet him, her mind racing with worry.

When she reached the locker room, she found him sitting on the bench, an ice pack pressed to his knee, his face pale. He looked up when he saw her, offering a weak smile, but she could see the frustration and fear in his eyes.

“Adam,” she whispered, rushing to his side. “Are you okay?”

He shrugged, letting out a bitter laugh. “Not really. Doc says it’s a sprain, maybe worse. They’re running more tests tomorrow.”

She sat beside him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, Adam. You’re going to get through this.”

He nodded, but she could see the tension in his jaw, the way his hands clenched into fists as he struggled to hold back his frustration. “I just… I can’t believe this happened. I’ve been so careful, doing everything right, and now this? Right in the middle of the season?”

She reached for his hand, squeezing it gently. “Hey, don’t think like that. This is just a setback, okay? You’re going to heal, and you’ll come back stronger. You’ve overcome so much already.”

He looked at her, his eyes softening as he took a deep breath. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice cracking slightly. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

They sat there for a while, her hand in his, both of them absorbing the reality of the situation. She could feel his vulnerability, the weight of his disappointment and fear, and it broke her heart to see him like this. But she was determined to be there for him, to support him through every step of his recovery.

The following days were a blur of doctors’ appointments, physical therapy sessions, and long, quiet evenings in their apartment. Adam was restless, the injury weighing heavily on him, and she could see how much it affected him. He tried to keep his spirits up, but there were moments when the frustration and doubt would creep in, clouding his usually optimistic outlook.

One evening, she found him sitting on the couch, staring at the floor, his shoulders slumped. She walked over, wrapping her arms around him from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder.

“What’s on your mind?” she asked gently, her voice soft.

He let out a heavy sigh, leaning back into her embrace. “I just feel…helpless. Everyone’s out there, giving it their all, and here I am, stuck on the sidelines, watching them. I don’t know how to just sit and wait.”

She pressed a kiss to his cheek, her arms tightening around him. “Adam, you’re not alone in this. You have the whole team behind you, and you have me. We’ll get through this, one day at a time.”

He turned to look at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and sadness. “I don’t deserve you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

She shook her head, cupping his face in her hands. “You do. You deserve all the love and support in the world. And I’m not going anywhere.”

He pulled her into a kiss, his hands gentle yet full of need, as if grounding himself in the comfort of her presence. She could feel the weight of his emotions, the vulnerability he rarely showed, and she held him close, offering all the reassurance she could.

That night, as they lay in bed, she could feel his tension, the worry that gnawed at him even as he tried to rest. She reached over, tracing light patterns along his arm, her fingers gentle and soothing.

“Adam,” she whispered, her voice barely audible in the darkness.

He turned to face her, his expression softening as he looked at her. “Yeah?”

She took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. “I know this is hard, and I know it’s frustrating. But I need you to know that this doesn’t change anything—not who you are, not what you mean to me. You’re still the same person, still the man I fell in love with.”

He reached for her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers. “I needed to hear that,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “Sometimes I feel like…like I’m letting everyone down.”

She shook her head, her gaze fierce. “You’re not letting anyone down. You’re human, Adam. You’re allowed to have setbacks, to feel frustrated. But you’re also strong, and you’re going to get through this. And I’ll be here every step of the way.”

He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her as he buried his face in her hair. They lay together in the quiet darkness, their breaths mingling as he let go of the fears he had been holding onto, surrendering to the comfort of her presence.

As the days turned into weeks, they settled into a new routine, one built around his recovery. She accompanied him to his physical therapy sessions, offering words of encouragement and holding his hand when the exercises became challenging. She could see the determination in his eyes, the way he pushed himself even when it was difficult, and it filled her with pride.

One afternoon, as they returned from a therapy session, he looked over at her, a small smile on his face. “You know, I couldn’t do this without you,” he said, his voice filled with gratitude. “You make it all a little easier.”

She smiled, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “I’ll always be here, Adam. We’re in this together.”

They spent the evening cuddled up on the couch, watching movies and sharing quiet moments of laughter. The injury, though difficult, had brought them closer in ways they hadn’t expected, revealing a strength in their relationship that went beyond the highs and lows of his career.

One night, after weeks of hard work and slow progress, Adam managed to walk unaided, taking a few steady steps across the room. She watched, her heart swelling with pride as he grinned at her, his eyes bright with excitement.

“Look at me,” he said, his voice filled with joy. “I’m getting there.”

She rushed over, wrapping her arms around him, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I’m so proud of you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “You’ve come so far.”

They shared a long, lingering kiss, their hands exploring each other as if rediscovering the love they had nurtured through the challenges of his recovery. That night, they moved together with a renewed sense of passion, each touch filled with gratitude, each kiss a reminder of the strength of their love. They lay together afterward, wrapped in each other’s arms, a quiet peace settling over them.

As they drifted into sleep, she felt a renewed sense of hope, a quiet certainty that, no matter what challenges they faced, they would always find their way back to each other.

When Adam was finally cleared to return to the ice, he was filled with a mixture of excitement and nerves. She watched from the stands, her heart pounding as he stepped onto the rink, his movements tentative at first but growing more confident with each stride.

As he skated, he looked up at her, offering a small, reassuring smile. She waved, her heart swelling with pride as she saw him back in his element, a part of the team once again.

After practice, he rushed up to her, pulling her into a tight embrace. “I did it,” he whispered, his voice filled with relief and joy. “I’m back.”

She hugged him tightly, her voice filled with pride. “I never doubted you, Adam. Not for a second.”

They shared a kiss, the world around them fading as they held each other, their love a constant in the whirlwind of his career. They had faced the challenge together, and they had come out stronger, their bond deeper than ever before.

That evening, as they returned home, they sat on the balcony, watching the city lights twinkle in the distance. Adam took her hand, his fingers tracing gentle patterns along her skin.

“Thank you for being there for me,” he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

She smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. “I’m the lucky one, Adam.”

They sat together in comfortable silence, their hearts full of love and hope for the future. As they watched the stars, they knew that, no matter what lay ahead, they would face it together, their love a constant light in the journey they had chosen to walk side by side.

Columbus, Ohio – Spring 2025

The season had been a wild success, both for the team and for Adam personally. With each game, he’d made his mark, proving himself not only as a strong player but as a dependable teammate and leader. But tonight was something extra special: Adam had reached a major career milestone—his 100th NHL goal.

Y/N watched from the stands, her heart racing as she saw the puck soar into the net, the entire arena erupting in cheers. She jumped up, clapping and cheering along with the crowd, a wave of pride swelling inside her. She caught his eye from across the rink as he skated back toward the bench, and he pointed up at her, a private little gesture that made her heart skip.

When the game ended, the crowd was still buzzing with excitement, chanting his name as he made his way off the ice. Y/N hurried down to the locker room, her cheeks flushed, anticipation bubbling up inside her as she waited to congratulate him.

The locker room was a whirlwind of laughter and celebration, his teammates congratulating him and slapping him on the back. When he finally spotted her waiting by the door, he broke into a grin, jogging over to pull her into his arms.

“Adam, I’m so proud of you!” she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around his neck. “One hundred goals—you did it!”

He laughed, his eyes shining with excitement as he lifted her off the ground in a tight hug. “We did it,” he said, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I couldn’t have done this without you.”

They shared a quick, private kiss, his hands lingering at her waist as if he didn’t want to let go. She could feel the pride radiating from him, a joy she knew he’d worked so hard for, and it made her heart swell with love.

“Alright, lovebirds!” one of his teammates called out, laughing as he tossed a towel in their direction. “Save some of that energy for the party!”

Adam rolled his eyes, chuckling as he turned back to her. “Ready to celebrate?”

She nodded, a smile spreading across her face. “With you? Always.”

Later that night, the team threw a celebration in honor of Adam’s milestone. The restaurant was filled with laughter and music, everyone sharing stories and toasting to his success. She stayed close by his side, watching him light up as his friends and teammates congratulated him. There was a certain ease to him tonight, a glow that only came from the fulfillment of a dream realized.

At one point, his coach raised a glass, calling for everyone’s attention. “Here’s to Adam,” he began, his voice filled with pride. “A hundred goals is no small feat, but what makes this guy truly remarkable is his heart and dedication. He’s a role model on and off the ice, and we’re proud to call him one of our own. To Adam!”

The crowd erupted in cheers, and Adam looked over at her, his face a mix of pride and gratitude. She raised her glass to him, giving him a warm smile as she mouthed, “To you.”

After a while, they slipped outside, finding a quiet spot away from the crowd. The night was cool, a gentle breeze rustling the trees as they stood beneath the stars. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.

“I still can’t believe it,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe. “A hundred goals. Feels like a dream.”

She leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek. “It’s no dream. You worked hard for this, Adam. You deserve every bit of it.”

He looked down at her, his eyes filled with a quiet intensity. “I wouldn’t be here without you, Y/N. You’ve been my rock through everything—the highs, the lows, the injuries… I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

She felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes, her heart swelling with love. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily,” she whispered, smiling through the emotion.

They shared a long, tender kiss under the stars, a private celebration of everything they had accomplished together. In that moment, she knew that, no matter where life took them, they would always have each other.

After the party, they returned home, both of them still riding the high of the evening. As soon as they stepped inside, he pulled her into his arms, his hands resting at her waist as he looked down at her.

“Dance with me,” he murmured, his voice soft.

She laughed, her cheeks flushing. “Adam, there’s no music.”

He shrugged, a playful grin on his face. “We don’t need music.”

He led her in a slow dance around the living room, their movements unhurried and gentle. She rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart as they swayed together. It was a quiet, intimate moment, a perfect end to a night they would remember forever.

As they danced, he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, his voice filled with sincerity. “Thank you for believing in me, for standing by me through everything.”

She looked up at him, her heart overflowing with love. “Always, Adam. I’m with you every step of the way.”

They continued to dance, the world around them fading away, until they finally settled onto the couch, wrapped in each other’s arms. They spent the night talking about their dreams, sharing their hopes for the future, the love between them stronger than ever.

The following morning, they sat together on the balcony, sharing a quiet breakfast as the sun rose over the city. She looked over at him, feeling a sense of contentment she hadn’t felt in a long time.

“So, what’s next for us?” she asked softly, reaching for his hand.

He looked thoughtful, a small smile playing on his lips. “Well, I know I don’t want to do any of it without you. Whatever the future holds, you’re my number one.”

She smiled, feeling her heart skip a beat. “Do you ever think about…you know, settling down? Maybe a place of our own? A family?”

He took a deep breath, his eyes shining with hope. “All the time. I want all of that with you, Y/N. A home, a family—everything.”

They shared a long, lingering kiss, both of them feeling the weight of their shared dreams. The future felt open, a promise of everything they had worked for, and she knew that, whatever came next, they would face it together.

That evening, as the sun set, they decided to celebrate privately, sharing a bottle of wine on their balcony as the city lights began to twinkle. Adam poured them each a glass, raising his in a toast.

“To us,” he said, his eyes filled with love. “To everything we’ve built, everything we’ve overcome, and everything we’re going to create together.”

She smiled, clinking her glass with his. “To us.”

They sipped their wine, wrapped in each other’s arms, feeling a sense of peace and fulfillment that only came from being truly loved. In that quiet moment, they both knew that, no matter where life took them, they had found something lasting and real—a love that would carry them through every victory, every setback, and every dream they held for the future.

As they looked out over the city, she rested her head on his shoulder, her heart full of love and gratitude. They were each other’s home, each other’s hope, and she knew that, no matter what, they would always find their way back to each other.

And as the stars began to appear in the night sky, they shared one last kiss, a quiet promise of everything they would share in the years to come.

[jackethockey]

heaven | adam fantilli

Summary - In this romantic story, you, a devoted fan of the Columbus Blue Jackets, encounter star player Adam Fantilli after a practice session, sparking an unexpected connection. What begins as a shy request for an autograph turns into a secret, whirlwind romance. Drawn together by a magnetic attraction, you and Adam navigate the challenges of hiding your love from the public eye, sharing stolen moments away from the media and team. As your bond deepens, Adam eventually asks you to make your relationship official, leading to a life-changing commitment. Through shared laughter, hidden dates, and heartfelt promises, your love transforms from a quiet infatuation into a profound partnership, becoming a refuge from the pressures of his high-profile career. This story captures the intensity and excitement of finding love in the most unexpected places, forever changing both your lives.

Warnings - smut (kissing, stripping, oral f! receiving.) fluff 

If I'da been God, I woulda made Heaven

Feel something like you

Adam Fantilli, the dashing forward for the Columbus Blue Jackets, had just finished a grueling practice session at the Nationwide Arena. As he headed toward the locker room, his eyes caught your gaze lingering by the exit. You, a shy and devoted admirer of the team, had scored a rare opportunity to meet the players up close. Your heart pounded as you watched him approach, his sweat-drenched jersey clinging to his tall, muscular frame. You had seen him play countless times, but never had you been this close to the object of your secret crush.

As he neared, you felt a sudden jolt of courage, and before you knew it, he was standing right in front of him. With a shaky voice, you managed to ask for an autograph, hoping this brief interaction would be enough to satisfy the butterflies in your stomach. Little did you know, this chance encounter would ignite an unforgettable romance, one that would take you on a passionate journey filled with love, desire, and the thrill of keeping a relationship hidden from the public eye.

Adam looked up from his skates, noticing your trembling hand and hopeful gaze. He couldn’t help but be drawn in by your beauty, something different from the usual so-called “puck bunnies”  that swarmed around the players. He took the pen and jersey you offered with a smile that could melt ice.

“What’s your name?” he asked, his voice deep and gentle.

As you whispered your name, his eyes searched yours, and in that moment, a silent connection passed between you. He scribbled his signature across the fabric, his hand lingering just a little too long. When he handed the jersey back, your fingers brushed against his, sending a jolt of electricity up your arm.

He lingered for a second as if contemplating saying more, before giving you a wink and a nod.

“See you ‘round,” he said before disappearing into the locker room, leaving you breathless and wondering if you had just imagined the heat in his gaze. 

Days turned into weeks, and the memory of that electric touch lingered in your mind. You couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more between you and Adam Fantilli than just a casual fan-player interaction. You found yourself at every home game, hoping for another glimpse of him, another chance to feel the spark that had set your heart ablaze. It was during one of these games that fate took a hand, and Adam scored the winning goal in a nail-biting overtime victory. As he skated over to the bench, he looked up into the crowd, and for a fleeting second, it seemed like his eyes searched for yours.

You held your breath, your heart racing as he raised his stick in a salute. Was it just a coincidence, or did he actually see you? The question remained unanswered, but it fueled your hope. Little did you know that Adam had noticed you and the attraction was mutual. He had asked his teammates about the beautiful fan with the enchanting smile, and they had passed on the message. Soon, an unexpected invitation arrived, inviting you to join him for a private dinner under the guise of discussing potential partnerships for his charity foundation. The excitement bubbled inside you as you accepted, knowing deep down that this was the moment your quiet infatuation might just become a reality. As you prepared for the evening, you couldn’t help but wonder what the night had in store, and if it was the beginning of something much more intimate and passionate than either of you could have ever anticipated.

The night of the dinner arrived, and you found yourself standing outside the elegant restaurant, nerves fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird. You took a deep breath, smoothed your dress, and stepped inside. Adam was already there, waiting for you at a candlelit table in the corner. The moment he saw you, his eyes lit up, and the tension between you was palpable. The conversation flowed effortlessly, a mix of laughter and shared stories about the love of the game, and it was clear that the chemistry between you was undeniable. As dessert was served, his hand found its way to yours, sending a shiver down your spine. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered,

“You know, I’ve been thinking about you a lot since that day at the arena.”

His confession hung in the air, a secret shared only by the two of you amidst the bustling restaurant. You felt a blush creep up your neck as you squeezed his hand, unable to put into words the tumult of emotions swirling inside. The touch of his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand was all the response he needed. The evening stretched on, filled with shared glances and lingering touches, until the restaurant began to empty and the air grew thick with the promise of what was to come. As you left the restaurant, Adam pulled you aside, his gaze intense and searching.

“Come back to my place?” he asked, and without a second thought, you nodded.

You both knew that this was the moment you had both been waiting for, the point of no return that would lead to a night of passion and the unraveling of a love that was meant to be.

With anticipation building, you followed Adam to his luxurious downtown apartment, the quiet hum of the city acting as a backdrop to your racing thoughts. Once inside, the tension between you grew as he led you through the dimly lit hallway and into a cozy living room. The warm glow of the fireplace danced in his eyes as he took your coat, revealing the curve of your shoulders. He offered you a drink, his hands lingering on your waist, and you accepted, your hand trembling slightly as you clinked glasses. The conversation grew softer, more intimate, as you sat down on the plush couch, the distance between you shrinking with each shared sip. Adam’s hand found its way to yours again, and you felt the heat of his skin as he intertwined your fingers. He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle kiss that spoke volumes of the desire that had been simmering since that fateful encounter at the arena. It was a kiss that promised a night of unbridled passion and the beginning of a love story that would unfold behind closed doors, shielded from the glaring spotlight of his fame. As your bodies grew closer, your hearts beating in sync, you realized that the lines between fan and lover had blurred, and you had become the muse to the Blue Jackets’ Golden Boy. 

As the kiss deepened, Adam’s arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him as your hands explored the contours of his muscular chest. His touch was firm yet tender, and his scent—a tantalizing mix of sweat and cologne —was intoxicating. You melted into him, your body responding instinctively to his embrace. Your kisses grew more urgent, tongues intertwining as you tasted the sweetness of victory and desire. As you broke away for a moment, panting and breathless, Adam whispered, “I want you,” his voice a low growl of passion. You nodded, unable to resist the allure of this moment. His hand found yours as he stood, a silent invitation to lead you to his bedroom, where the soft glow of the city lights spilled in through the windows, casting a romantic haze over the scene.

The room was filled with the scent of him, and as you lay down on the bed, you could feel the thrill of the unknown and the excitement of what was to come. As he moved to hover over you, his hands roamed over your body, peeling away layers of clothing as if revealing the secrets of your soul. His kisses grew more insistent, leaving a trail of fire along your neck and collarbone. 

As your bodies entwined on the bed, Adam's strong hands traced the curves of your hips, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. The heat between you was palpable, and you could feel the weight of his desire pressing against you. With a gentle touch, he began to unbutton your dress, his eyes never leaving yours. Each button released was a declaration of intent, a silent promise of the passion that was about to unfold. The fabric fell away, revealing the softness of your skin, and his eyes darkened with hunger.

He kissed you again, his hand sliding up to cup your breast, his thumb flicking gently over the peak of your nipple. A shiver of pleasure shot through you, and you arched into his touch. The sound of fabric sliding against skin filled the room as your dress pooled around your waist. His eyes roamed over your exposed skin, a look of wonder and lust mingling in his gaze. He leaned down, capturing a nipple with his mouth, the sensation sending a bolt of desire straight to your core. You gripped the sheets, knuckles a soft white as you became overwhelmed by the sensations of Adam's skilled hands and mouth exploring your body. His touch was confident but not rushed, savoring every inch as if he had been waiting for this moment for a lifetime.

You felt yourself slipping further under his spell, the line between reality and fantasy blurring as his kisses grew more urgent, and your bodies moved in a dance as old as time. The air was thick with lust and love, and you knew that this night was going to be the start of a love affair that would defy all expectations and change the course of both your lives forever.

With a need that had grown to be insatiable, Adam's mouth traveled down your body, leaving a trail of kisses and light nips that sent shockwaves of pleasure through you. He groaned appreciatively, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of you. With trembling hands, he removed the last barriers between you, and you felt his warm skin against yours for the first time. His touch grew more urgent as he kissed his way down your stomach, pausing to kiss your navel before moving lower. Your breath hitched as his mouth found the apex of your thighs, his tongue teasing and exploring as you writhed beneath him.

His fingers danced over your sensitive skin, bringing you closer to the edge with each stroke until you were begging for more. He looked up, a wicked smile playing on his lips, and whispered, "I want to hear you…” And with that, he plunged his tongue into the depths of you, setting off a wave of pleasure that crashed over you like a tidal wave, leaving you trembling and gasping for air. This was just the beginning of a night that would leave you both breathless and forever entwined in a passion that neither of you had ever experienced before.

In the weeks that followed, you and Adam found yourselves drawn together by an invisible force, your connection deepening with each secret rendezvous. Stolen kisses in the shadows and whispered promises grew into something more substantial—a bond that transcended the rink and the glitz of the NHL. You began to explore the city of Columbus together, sharing quiet moments away from the prying eyes of the media and adoring fans. Your dates grew more intimate, filled with laughter, shared confessions, and a passion that burned brighter with each passing day. Adam, known for his stoic demeanor on the ice, revealed a gentle, caring side to you that left you feeling cherished and desired. You blossomed under his attention, confidence growing as you realized you had captured the heart of the man who had once been just a distant crush.

As your relationship grew stronger, so did the need to protect it from the scrutiny of the outside world. You both agreed to keep your romance hidden, sharing your love in the sanctuary of his apartment or in secret getaways that only you knew about. The thrill of your clandestine meetings added an extra layer of excitement to your budding love, making every touch, every kiss, every shared glance feel like a precious stolen moment. Adam was careful not to let his guard down around his teammates, and you mastered the art of blending into the background at games, watching him. 

Eventually, the time came when you could no longer hide your love. After a particularly grueling season, Adam took a chance and introduced you to the world as his girlfriend. The revelation sent shockwaves through the hockey community, but you and Adam faced the onslaught with grace and a united front. You attended games and events together, your affection for each other was clear for all to see, and the public quickly fell in love with the sweet, devoted fan who had captured the heart of their favorite player.