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pucking-hughes · 20 hours ago

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danger zone

kirby dach x fem! reader

warnings?: smut, edging, shower sex, mirror sex, unprotected sex, kissing, marking, cursing, alcohol, vomiting

happy kinktober mini series!!

“come on baby, let it all out.” your boyfriend who was dressed as goose from top gun said, knelt down behind you as you tossed everything you ate that day, drinking a tiny bit too much at the team halloween party.

“ugh fuck.” you groan, instantly sobering up after throwing up everything that was in your stomach.

“you feelin better now?” he giggles, pressing a cold rag to the back of your neck. he agreed to stay sober to look after you.

“mhm.” i nod, wiping my mouth.

“you know, even after throwing up, you still look so gorgeous.” he says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“i definitely don’t feel gorgeous.” you giggle lightly.

“i’m gonna run us a shower okay my love, gonna grab us some towels.” he says and you nod as he turns on the shower. you begin unbuttoning your shirt before you stop, deciding you wanna wait for him to return, which he eventually does.

you begin unbuttoning your shirt, revealing your bright red lace bra, the same one he bought you on your anniversary.

“wow.” he says, standing there watching you shed your clothes, you notice the bulge in his pants growing.

“do i look good kirby?” you say, tugging your skirt down your legs.

“you look fucking delicious.” he replies, as he begins to undress, revealing his toned upper body.

you approach him, your lips landing harshly on his. your tongue tangles against his as his hand finds its way to the back of your head. he nips your lip lightly before pulling away, tugging the rest of his costume off.

“waters warm, come on baby.” he says stepping in, reaching out his hand for you to take. you step in, standing in front of him, feeling his biner graze you. you couldn’t help but bite your lip, already wet at the fact that he gets so hard just by looking at you. you turn toward him, sliding his hard cock between your legs, not pushing him into you, moving your hips along his thick shaft, getting some much needed friction.

“mmm fuck.” you moan quietly, his hands landing on your hips. he grunts lightly above you, preparing you for what’s to come. he pushes you away from him slightly.

“turn around and bend over for me, baby. wanna be inside you.” he says against your lips before kissing them once again. you don’t reply and do as your told, turning around and bending over, holding onto the rag bar.

he comes up behind you, his hands wandering around your ass.

“this ass. all mine.” he says lowly, your cunt clenching at his words before he pushed himself into you with ease, thrusting slowly and deeply in and out of you stretched cunt.

“fuck.” you moan.

“feels so fucking good, such a good girl taking me like this.” he says, pulling you hips onto him a little harder.

“y-you’re so big baby, oh my god.” you moan. he thrusts a little quicker before retracting out of you.

“w-why’d you stop?” you ask feeling high and dry.

“cuz, wanna get you in the mirror.” he replies, his hard cock still standing as he washes his hair.

“you’re so horny for me, you’ve been hard since i took my shirt off.”

“hard not to be, you’re so fucking hot.” he replies, grabbing your jaw and bringing your lips to his. the two of you finish washing up and step out of the shower, seeing the lightly fogged mirror. you see him begin to jerk himself off behind you as you dry your hair, looking at him before turning around and poking your ass out, ready to take him all the way this time.

“mmm so ready for me baby.” he say’s running a finger through your folds.

“fuck me kirby.” you say lowly, which he liked, instantly sliding his throbbing cock into you.

“fuck.” you wince not expecting it, earning a giggle from him. he thrusts deeply into you, making it hard for you to form any kind of conscious thought, his hand wrapping into your hair and pulling you up a little bit. as you look in the mirror, you can see your belly bulging as his swollen cock slides in and out of you. he follows your gaze in the mirror, seeing the bike he he’s causing, reaching his free hand over and pressing down on it, adding pressure inside you.

“oh my god.” you moan out as your legs grow weak and tired, your cunt tightening around him quickly.

“so close baby, gonna cum on my cock?” he locks eyes with you in the mirror before attaching his lips to your neck, sucking and nipping at the skin leaving you littered with hickeys as he fucked you so deep you couldn’t fathom it anymore. you felt a jolt of electricity as you came, hard. you saw stars as he fucked you through your climax, borderline bringing you to tears as he fucked you.

“oh my god.” you moan, grabbing harshly onto his hands as they help you up by your shoulders, tears leaving your leftovers mascara running as you came down from your high, spilling his own deep into your cervix.

“jesus baby, so fucking tight. fuck, taking my cum like a good girl.” he says as he pumps you full of his milky fluid, bottoming out and staying there.

“gotta make sure you keep it all baby. you’re all mine, that perfect pussy is mine. you’re mine. my gorgeous princess.” he says holding your jaw from behind and kissing your cheek. eventually he pulls out, his seed not spilling out of you as you pull a fresh pair of panties on, sliding on one of his shirts and climbing into bed, him following not far behind.

“mmmm i love you baby.” he says climbing over you.

“i love you too.” you can’t help but smile even though you know how sore you’ll be when you wake up.

“you’re all mine.” he mumbles against your lips, nipping at the skin before pulling away.

“all yours.” you reply as he reaches over to turn off the lamp.

“g’night doll.” he says next to you.

“goodnight.” you reply, your mind spinning in circles. sex being the only thing on your mind as you fell asleep.

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pucking-hughes · 20 hours ago

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okay so…not that anyone asked but i have some…thoughts about this discourse surrounding jack’s signing last night

and honestly….i’m sad. i’m so insanely sad that so many people who claim to love this team are so quick to assume jack is a lost cause asshole. i think so much of it is entitlement. and yeah, as people, everyone deserve kindness and overall base level social behaviors. but where is that for jack right now?

where’s the grace and understanding that he’s tired. they likely had a day full of practice and drills and workouts before this signing. i mean, did he even get to go home before he was expected to sit and sign autographs for hours? why was he alone? why didn’t they put him with someone else? i know the answer is likely because he was the most sought after signature there and they didn’t want to make his line even longer, but still. i feel like jack has been very open and intentional with the fact he doesn’t like to do media. he wants to play hockey and go home.

and yeah, he also knew it came with the territory, but it doesn’t matter. if you sign up to be a teacher, you know there’s going to be early mornings, but that doesn’t mean you have to like getting up early. if you agree to work in healthcare, you know there’s going to aspects of the job that are gross and unfortunate, but it doesn’t mean you have to like cleaning up bodily fluids. the same can be said for these guys. they signed up to be professional hockey players, they knew media and signings and events were going to be expected of them, but it doesn’t mean they have to like it.

but back to entitlement thing. i think it has become so normalized to create personas for real people in our heads that people are quite literally unable to separate the fantasy from reality. and i mean, i’ll even say i contribute to the problem. all fanfic writers do. we create these idealized and fictional versions of these men, but the ability to differentiate between the two cannot be lost in the process. but i think it has been. i think there’s this unrealistic expectation thrust upon all of them, but especially jack.

he’s popular, he’s cutie, and he’s good at hockey. of course he’s going to have a mass following. but…he’s just a guy, y’all. he’s a guy that has bad days, good days, who gets tired, who has a social battery. and last night, i think that social battery had just run out. do you know how long he’s been watched and in the media? do you know how long he’s been the most watched hughes, the expectations he’s carried on him for years?

i just think there needs to be some compassion and grace here. going back to the whole “people pay to watch me play” incident is a little excessive, imo. i mean, are we going to hold every single player to everything they’ve ever said in the box? does it define who they are and their character? i have not once seen anyone berate and question quinn’s character when he told someone they were “fucking nothing”. which, if you really want to get down to it, is worse than what jack said.

but no, jack is expected to be this guy with rainbows coming out of his ass all the time, apparently. i think the concept of social cues and situational awareness has been so lost because of the screen culture right now. people do so much communication through screens and phones that they forget, people aren’t always enthusiastic and bright, even if they add an exclamation point to their text. last night was not something jack chose to do of his own accord. he was told to do it, and he did it. he made sure the kids had a good time and felt cared for. he signed everything that came across his table. could he have been a little more chatty? yeah. could he have maybe smiled a bit more? yeah.

but seriously, he knew he was going to have to sign a million different items and see a million different people. the whole point of a signing is just that. if he was even remotely going to get out of there on time, there’s no way he could have had any meaningful conversation with every single person. and i feel like he’s said before he prioritizes/likes kids? i could be wrong, so don’t hold me to that.

but the point is, this whole situation is so sad and such a good example of how gossip blogs only care about getting likes and reblogs and attention. they don’t care about these players, no matter how much they claim to. and people are so quick to take everything they read for fact. personally, i think jack is just…antisocial.

i think he has a persona on the ice because he’s in his element, he’s comfortable, and he’s excited to be there. when he’s with his family and around his friends, he seems to be an overall happy guy. but around strangers? strangers that want to talk about his stats, how he played in this game or that game, that are shoving their items in his face to sign, people that he’ll likely never see again? he doesn’t give too much away.

and before people mention the being snippy and short with the workers, i wasn’t there so i didn’t see what happened. if he was, i’m not defending that behavior, but i don’t think it’s because he thinks he’s above them or thinks he’s “god’s gift to hockey” like i’ve seen thrown around so much today. we have all been snappy with people we shouldn’t have before. it doesn’t mean someone is this terrible person with a high horse attitude. i think it’s a combination of fatigue, stress, and maybe even some anxious energy that had been built up and made its way out.

anyways, i’ve said enough i think, and this will be the first and only time i talk about this, but i had too many thoughts swirling in my brain to just keep them there. be nice. show grace. you’re allowed to be disappointed if you attended last night and felt like he was maybe dry and dismissive, but please step back and put yourself in his shoes. not every person has a social and yappy personality. some people don’t speak unless they have something to say. and that’s okay!!!

and for the love of god, quit giving gossip blogs what they so desperately crave

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