#Tampa bay lightning x reader

[swissboyhisch]

WAG Meetings

Pairing: Steven Stamkos x Reader

Summary: After it's confirmed that the boys will go to playoffs for another season, the WAGs have a meeting to discuss the most exciting part. WAG Jackets.

Word Count: 1025

Warnings: I predict a lot of inaccuracies about playoff planning and that. Kids. Bad flow.

A/N: I personally love this but I'm not sure how good it is.

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On the 1st of April, you and the other partners of Tampa Bay Lightning gathered at your home in Tampa to watch as your boys clinched a playoff spot for the 2022-2023 season. That signalled the start of the playoff prep for you. It was to be your tenth postseason. Your tenth playoff run experience. However, this was your ninth as the Captain’s partner. That also meant creating your ninth playoff jacket. 

The day after the clinch, the girls came over again. The boys were on a road trip giving you all the space you could need to start the prep. You organised a brunch while you organised this year’s WAG jacket. You weren't the captain's partner the first year you were involved in a WAG jacket creation. But now you lead the charge. Luckily you have experience by now.

You finished setting up the large charcuterie board on the coffee table in the lounge room. All the extra chairs and bean bags were set up for everyone. Everything was set up for adults and kids, including food and drinks. 

“Mama!”

Speaking of kids, your son came running up to you. Ever the twin of his father, his blonde hair was a mess. “What’s wrong, kiddo?”

“Dadda?”

“Dadda is at work.” The pout that graced his face was heartwrenching. One that you knew all too well. “He’ll be home tomorrow.”

The doorbell echoed through the house. Kiddo squirmed in your arms, making you put him down. He sprinted to the door and jumped, trying to reach the door handle. You couldn’t hold back the chuckle at the sight. You came up behind him, opening the door to reveal Sanna holding Rio—Kiddo’s best friend.

Sanna Hedman has been your best friend since she and Victor arrived in Tampa in 2009. You two quickly gravitated towards each other as you were close in age and relatively new to Tampa. You had arrived only the season before. Sanna was your alternate captain, helping you organise many events for the girls. And it also meant both your kids, born only months apart, are best friends like their parents.

“Rio!” Kiddo squeals.

You two laughed at your boys hugging before speeding into the house, straight to the playroom downstairs set up for the kids. Sanna, with a bag of bottles of champagne in her arms, followed you through to the kitchen. The pair of you flitted around the kitchen, ensuring everything was ready. A tray of mimosas was poured, ready for the girls to arrive. 

“Here,” Sanna grins as she hands you a mimosa and sits beside you at the kitchen counter.

“To another playoff run,” You grin.

Sanna laughs happily, “Cheers. Another year of playoff fun.”

Over the next ten minutes, you welcomed other women and kids into your home like many times before. Soon you were all settled into the lounge room—everyone with a drink. You had a seat near the tv where the PowerPoint you created last night after everyone left the watch party. It had all sorts of slides discussing styles, colours, and fabrics. Everything that is needed for the jackets and more.

Cece came and sat on the other side of you. She was one of the newer WAGs in the group. The young woman was the long-term partner for Ross Colton, the young centre on the team. She couldn’t contain her excitement. “I can’t believe it.”

“Your first WAG jacket,” Senna smiled, who was next to you as she would be helping you with the presentation. 

The pair of you had taken the young woman into your close-knit group. You two, Tiff (Kilhorn’s partner) and Ana Kucherov, were all very close. The leaders of the group, if you will. But as a whole, all the women were close.

“Welcome all to the 2023 WAG Playoffs meeting.”

The girls all cheered and clapped. It was a big thing for your boys, and all of you were excited about another playoff run. For a couple of new girls within the group, it was their first playoff experience. But like every year you’ve had this meeting, everyone’s emotions were at an all-time high.

“We will be starting off with our jackets, as I want to be able to send them off to the designer tomorrow.”

“When will they be ready?” Cece questioned. 

Sanna grins, “Most likely around two weeks.”

“Since I became captain’s partner, we’ve been working with the designer Jenna Jetta, a Jacksonville-based designer. This is the ninth postseason we’ll be working with her. Jenna only works with Lightning. Senna and I will go to Jacksonville this weekend to see the test jacket.”

It took a lot of talking, going back and forth between everyone, but you all finally agreed on a design—a black leather jacket with neon blue lightning around the bottom. Then on the back, there was the player’s number and their signature. On the front had the team logo and the partner’s name. And on the collar, they had little flags, one on each end, representing the two players. 

Each girl had little personal things on the jacket as well. They could choose little embroidery details to add. You had chosen to add your son’s name and your and Steven’s hometown on the sleeve cuffs.

“Now we’ve finished the design of the WAG jackets; it’s time to discuss round one. It’s already confirmed the boys will be against the Leafs for the first round.”

Senna hummed in agreement. “It’s been announced games one and two are in Toronto. For those wanting to travel, you are more than welcome. But if you don’t, Mrs Captain, Ana, and I plan someone to host a watch party for those two games at one of our houses.”

“Games three and four are home, meaning each player has a suite. We will be deciding at a later date who will have which suite,” You add on. After you had given everyone the rundown on the first round, it was time to conclude the official pre-playoff meeting. “Thank you for your involvement in this year’s playoff jacket design. I can’t wait to give them out at the pre-playoff dinner.”

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[mp0625]

Svyatoy Patrik

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Andrei Vasilevskiy x reader

Hopefully this finally posts correctly, from it deleting half of it from my google doc, and not letting me copy it onto my tumblr, then tumblr deleting it from my tumblr last night. This fic has been through a lot, this fic is for @lila-rose for @callsign-denmark ‘s Luck of the puck fic exchange. It was so fun to write for you!! And getting to write for Andrei, I love getting to watch stuff about him. Sorry about the last scene it was my first time writing a bar scene.

Also: I did not Specify the reader's role in the team.

Warning: Google Translate Russian

When you picked up the phone to start the call that you were dreading, you could feel the nerves all over your body. Once you got up the nerves to call after the first ring he picked up immediately.

“Hey Andrei.”

“Hey Y/N, what’s up?”

“Have you looked at the schedule lately?”

“No, why?”

“We play y’all on the Saturday before St Patrick’s day and we aren’t flying out until Monday.”

“Ahh so you’ll be here for Den’ Svyatogo Patrika”

“Yeah.”

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As the plane touches down in beautiful Florida you turn your phone off airplane mode and start texting Andrei. “Hey I know you have already started your pre game nap so you don’t have to respond, but we just landed and are taxing to the gate.” You follow it up with a second quick text. “I’ll see you tonight.”

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As Tampa got a second goal behind Andersen, Carolina came back and did the same thing for Vasilevskiy. But when one of the canes gets hurt and has to come off the ice, the Lightning take advantage of it and come out strong for the third. As the clock runs out the canes lose by two but it was just what the Lightning was needing after a horrible loss to the Devils on Thursday. After the game, and the team has came off the ice and started to pack up. Andrei came walking up from the home locker rooms. “Hey, Y/N since you don’t fly out until Monday do you want to go out tomorrow night for Den’ Svyatogo Patrika?”

“Sure, pick me up at my hotel.”

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“This is a nice place you picked out.”

“Yeah, it’s one of my favorites.”

As the night went on and y’all both had more drinks, the two of you started moving closer together, until you moved over to ask him if he wanted another drink or not when he captured your lips.

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the fishbowl stays on

[haddonfieldwhore]

santa doesn’t know you like i do - aleksander barkov

aleksander barkov x reader

summary: just a little christmas special 🎄

warnings: mention of injury, nsfw implied, gn reader, but reader is referred to as pretty once

word count: 0.9k (short and sweet)❣️

“don’t you wanna wrap me up and mistle-touch under the tree?

he won’t bring you somebody that loves you more than me.”

you were placing a few last minute ornaments on the tree when you heard sasha come home, the sound of the key in the front door followed by his footsteps alerting you to his presence.

“hey,” you smiled as you walked over to him, greeting him with a kiss which he returned.

it was the night before christmas eve and the panthers had just played a tough game against the tampa bay lightning, filled with rough hits and a few injuries, tampa winning 4-0 in the end.

“hey,” he replied, and you could tell from his voice that he was tired and a little frustrated; though he rarely showed it. he managed to crack a smile as he gently plucked a stray piece of tinsel out of your hair, and wrapped you in his arms, walking you further into the living room towards the tree.

“i’m sorry the game didn’t go well,” you murmured, and sasha rested his chin on your shoulder, your back pressed flush against his chest as his arms encircled you from behind. he only hummed in response, swaying side to side softly. “is chucky okay?” you asked; the left winger having been hit knee on knee during the first period. miraculously, he had returned to play the other two periods of the game, but it still wasn’t enough for the panthers to walk away with the win this time.

“yeah, i think so. the days off should help as well,” he replied, referring to the four days off the panthers had for the holidays.

“that’s good.”

he hummed again, and you let a silence fall over the two of you as you stood admiring the twinkling lights on the tree. your eyes landed on your favourite ornament, a small red picture frame in the shape of a stocking with a photo of you and aleksander together on your first christmas together a few years ago.

you looked down at the gifts beneath the tree, a few for sasha from you, some for your families as well as his teammates, and a few clumsily wrapped packages from sasha. it was endearing to you that despite trying every year, his wrapping skills never improved.

“what are you smiling about?” he asked, squeezing you tighter.

“i’m just happy,” you admitted. it was the truth; you were feeling the warmth of the holidays, and the physical warmth of sasha’s body against yours. you turned around in his arms, snaking your arms around his neck, your fingers lacing through the short honey blonde hair at the base of his skull.

“i love you,” you whispered, and he smiled back at you.

“i love you too.”

you leaned up to kiss his lips, and his fingertips dug into your hips softly, your t-shirt riding up slightly as he slid his hands beneath the fabric to touch your skin with his warm hands. the kiss deepened as you tugged at his bottom lip with your teeth, and he pushed you gently towards the couch, tumbling into the sofa after you.

•

you were nearly asleep when you heard a quiet beeping sound, and felt sasha moving beneath you, a subtle disturbance as your head was resting on his chest.

you weren’t sure exactly when the two of you had ended up on the floor, a blanket beneath you and another one covering your tangled bodies as his fingers traced shapes on your bare thigh absentmindedly.

“it’s midnight,” he said, the beeping having been his watch, signalling the change of the hour.

“it’s christmas eve,” you realized, snuggling closer to him as his arms wrapped around you.

“we should go up to bed,” aleksander mumbled, his voice deeper, and you could tell he was as close to falling asleep as you were.

“yeah, probably not a good idea to sleep on the floor,” you laughed. “although it is pretty, looking up at the lights,” you said, gazing up at the tree.

“yeah,” he agreed; although he was looking at you rather than the tree. “come on, let’s go to bed.”

you followed sasha upstairs to your shared bedroom, flopping face first into the bed, causing sasha to laugh softly.

“someone’s tired,” he teased, crawling overtop of you and placing a kiss on your shoulder as he caged you beneath his large frame.

“mhm,” you mumbled in response, already half asleep again. you protested at the sudden absence of his body weight on top of you, and felt him slide the blanket from beneath you so he could tuck you in, before crawling into bed next to you.

“goodnight,” he kissed the top of your head as you wrapped your arms and legs around him.

you were asleep before you could reply, and sasha leaned over to switch off the lamp on the beside table, before pulling the blanket up higher over your body, and drifting off to sleep to the sound of your heart beating in time with his <3

disclaimer: all screenshots, events, and/or interactions depicted in this are a work of fiction. i have no association with any parties mentioned

[toasttt11]

sshhh

February 17, 2024

Maddox walked through the entranceway, coming home late after the Penguins at Blackhawks game, he bent down petting Mouse before quietly continuing walking through his apartment.

He walked through the hallway and quietly opened Trevor’s door checking on him, Maddox frowned seeing Trevor moving around in his sleep making pained noises.

Maddox rushed over to the bed kneeling on the ground he gently grabbed Trevor to stop him from trashing around, “Sssh your okay.” Maddox softly whispered brushing Trevor’s fluffy hair away from his forehead.

Trevor slowly seemed to calm down and his eyes fluttered open and he immediately was groaning out loud.

“What’s wrong.” Maddox looked at him in alarm and concern noticing the pain still all over Trevor’s face.

“My ankle.” Trevor choked out, His ankle was healing extremely well but it has a lot of flair ups and it can feel very aggravated.

Maddox nodded seriously and quickly stood up and walked across the room into Trevor’s bathroom and opened the drawer and grabbed his Motrin and walked back to Trevor.

He grabbed the water bottle off of Trevor’s nightstand and put his hand behind Trevor’s head lifting him up a little and handed him the pills and then the water letting him take them real quick.

“I’ll be right back.” Maddox promised and rushed out of the room, he quickly grabbed one of the bag of ice in his freezer having made a few bags for Trevor, and grabbed Trevor’s favorite pillow of the couch.

Maddox hurried back into room and gently lifted Trevor’s leg putting down his favorite pillow for his ankle and letting Trevor’s ankle rest on it elevated before resting the sheet overtop and putting the ice on top.

Trevor felt his heart stutter seeing Maddox not hesitate in taking care of him, “Thank you.” Trevor swallowed nervously, Maddox simply nodded.

Trevor eyes widen when he realized Maddox was still in his suit, “I feel asleep, how did the end of the game go.” Trevor also knew Maddox was very excited to have Connor back. Trevor also having spent quite a bit of time with Connor over the last week he’s been living in Chicago as they both couldn’t play yet.

“Eh we lost,” Maddox shrugged having accepted they didn’t have the best game and the consequence was a lost but it was Connor’s first game back so it was an exciting game.

“Yikes.” Trevor playfully winced smiling seeing the eye roll from Maddox.

“Well i’m awake now if you want to watch something?” Trevor smirked trying to hide his nerves in hoping that Maddox will say yes and come spend time with him.

Maddox nodded and turned to walk out, “You better not have maverick on when i walk back in.” Maddox warned him as he walked out of Trevor’s room.

“I wasn’t going to but now i will.” Trevor cheekily yelled after Maddox, he quietly celebrated once Maddox left exicted that he said yes.

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[misshoneyimhome]

But with three of us, honey, it's a sideshow I William Nylander & Matthew Knies - Part two

Summary; A quote by Hector Urquhart goes "One man's rubbish may be another's treasure" - however, what happens, when the first man realises that it wasn't rubbish after all?

Other notes: Alrighty babes, so here's the continuation (yes, there will be a part three) of the threesome drama I've been imagining 🙃 And if you notice me alternating between the good guy and the bad guy, it's because I'm debating with myself along the way 😉 Anyway, I hope you still find it enjoyable 🤍

Tropes & Warnings; William Nylander x Matthew Knies x reader, Friends to lovers; jealousy; 18+ smut; fingering, protected penetrative sex (p in v); bloody nose, mild "fighting";

Word count; 6.2K+

Taglist; @couldawouldashoulda50 @findapenny @justwanderingbutneverlost @Fortheloveofnylander

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The game against the Tampa Bay Lightning turned out to be incredibly frustrating and verging on awful for the Leafs. They just didn’t perform at their best, and the Lightning quickly gained the upper hand. Only Auston’s power play goals offered a glimmer of hope for the team, but it was short-lived as they struggled to coordinate effectively.

And what was particularly evident to everyone, especially the team's coaching staff, was the lack of teamwork between players 88 and 23. So, as the game ended with a 4-1 loss for the Leafs, Coach Keefe wasted no time in pulling the two players aside in the corridor.

“I don’t know what the fuck is going on between you two… but whatever it is, you better fucking sort it out and stop behaving like spoiled kids.”

“Yes coach…” 

“Sorry, coach…”

It was a stern reprimand, but a necessary one. While neither player had intentionally avoided each other on the ice, their subconscious actions had influenced their performance, which was unacceptable at their level of play.

So, as they stood there in the Scotiabank Arena corridor, exchanging glances, they understood that they had to address the issue. Their focus had to be on the game, and no personal matters should interfere. However, putting this into practice would prove to be much easier said than done.

Once both lads had changed into their regular attire and left the locker room to greet the gathered family and friends, they purposefully avoided you. Not out of desire, but out of necessity.

You seemed to be a source of disruption for both of them, and at that moment, they needed to clear their minds and concentrate on hockey. With the playoffs looming closer, both of them had much to demonstrate.

And in truth, you didn’t mind the avoidance. You weren’t inclined to confront either of them, so the lingering silence among the three of you created a strangely calming atmosphere for the already lacklustre evening.

Even in the subsequent two days, there was minimal communication from both players, leaving you feeling somewhat unsettled. Unsure of the nature of their exchange, you contemplated initiating a conversation, but instead, you welcomed the drama-free days, immersing yourself in work and sidestepping your own conflicting emotions.

However, that all changed when you were picking up your favourite coffee at the quaint nearby café you frequented, and you turned around only to find William's handsome face before you.

“Willy,” you gasped, feeling a sense of déjà vu as if history were repeating itself with his unexpected appearance.

“Hey y/n,” he spoke softly, a charming smile playing on his lips.

“What are you doing here?” you asked tentatively, aware that this wasn’t exactly his usual haunt, though close enough for him to drop by easily.

William chuckled lightly, shrugging as he gestured towards his hands in his pockets. “Just passing by, taking the dogs for a walk,” he nodded towards the window, where you spotted Pablo and Banksy tied up outside, patiently awaiting their owner.

“Oh,” you simply replied, surprised by the slight prickle of disappointment that flickered in your heart.

“And... I sort of... was hoping to bump into you,” William admitted nervously, rubbing the back of his neck as he avoided meeting your gaze.

And just like that, the disappointment swiftly faded, replaced by a small smile that crept onto your lips. You couldn’t quite pinpoint why this moment held such significance for you, but seeing William here, making an effort to find you on a Tuesday before the match later, warmed something inside you.

“Oh,” you responded with a gentle smile, still standing amidst the quiet of the small coffee shop. Fortunately, there were few people around, given that it was just before the afternoon rush. “Why... why were you hoping to see me?” you asked softly, the curiosity evident in your voice.

“Well, uh... I mean... I think I just... I just wanted to apologise... for being distant and all...” William began, his tone hesitant as he tried to collect his thoughts and find the best way to express himself. Then taking a deep breath, he timidly continued, “Listen, y/n... I know you’ve started something with Kniesy, and... that you’re happy, but... I’ve come to realise that lately, I’ve just been missing you a lot, and, I know, it’s a pretty mad and shitty thing to do, but... I just know that I really like you  - and I’d hate myself if I didn’t tell you that… I guess I’m sort of... maybe, in love or something…” William released a heavy sigh of relief. “I’m not trying to come between you two, but... at least now you know... sorry.”

You couldn’t believe it. Was he truly serious right now? Just when you were finally making an effort to move on from him, to try and bury the wonderful moments you’d shared, he drops this bombshell.

Lost for words, your eyes nearly glistened as your mind waged an internal battle between wanting to punch him and wanting to kiss him. But instead, you remained still, managing only a soft voice.

“Yeah... this is a pretty shitty thing to do, Willy,” you said, mustering half a smile. “Where was all of this last year?”

“I’m sorry,” he repeated, his apology sincere. “I guess I was just so focused on hockey that... I didn’t want to risk, you know, feelings messing with it…” he admitted with another sigh. “But as it turns out, they did anyway... and now I fear I’ve lost you for good.”

You had to swallow hard as you noticed the sincerity in his eyes, and you couldn’t deny that his words made your heart sink in your chest. Taking a deep breath, you tried to find the best words to navigate this difficult situation.

“Willy, you could never lose me for good,” you whispered. “But... I didn’t need to see you with someone else to know I liked you... and now, I’m just worried that the only reason you feel this way is because of Kniesy…”

A part of you resisted believing that this was true, but you’d been hurt enough times before to know this seemed like the most likely explanation.

“Y/n, I swear... I mean, seeing you with him did make me realise it, but…” William struggled to find the right words. “It’s not about him... it’s about you. And the other night, when you called me because you were scared... it just hit me how much you really mean to me… But if you say you don’t feel anything for me and you want me to stay away…. Then I promise I will…”

Once again, you found yourself unable to reply, your breath caught in your throat as he left you breathless. His hold over you was a mystery, and you knew he was tearing you apart. Yet, your heart raced as his mesmerising eyes locked with yours and his smile erased all logic in an instant.

“Anyway… I just, uh... I guess I just wanted to tell you that… so, I’ll see you around…”

And with that, he left you in turmoil, your thoughts swirling as you remained breathless and undone. “Fuck...” you muttered under your breath as you watched him casually stroll away with his doodles by his side.

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William Nylander had you completely captivated, and no amount of work could distract you from thoughts of him. His name and face seemed to follow you everywhere, whether on the street, social media, or the radio. And it made sense—he was a hockey star in Toronto, having one of the best seasons of his career, and naturally, he was receiving all the attention he deserved.

And every time you caught sight of his handsome Swedish face; a quiet ‘fuck’ would escape your lips.

But what truly caused the ache was the fact that your heart was torn in two, and you knew you had to confront it. Ignoring it wouldn't make it disappear, especially since both William and Matthew were part of your inner circle of friends, and you would soon see them both again.

And with the playoffs drawing nearer, the players' focus would soon be solely on that, and for good reason. While they had almost secured their spot to advance, the real challenge lay ahead.

So, as you headed to Matthew’s apartment on a fateful Friday evening for a casual dinner and a movie, your hidden agenda was to resolve things. At least within yourself. You knew you had feelings for him, but a part of you couldn’t let go of William either, and you didn’t want to be unfair to Matthew. In your mind, he deserved only the best, and right now, you couldn’t provide that.

“Hey,” he greeted you with a broad smile as he opened the front door, and immediately, you couldn’t help but return the smile. Despite rehearsing how you would approach the situation on your way there, he completely flipped the script as you stepped into his cosy apartment and saw that he had already prepared, or attempted to prepare, dinner. The dining table was set with a cloth and fake candle lights, almost like the most romantic gesture a man had ever made for you. And your heart swelled in that moment.

“Matts…” you breathed softly, wide-eyed, and breathless as you stood frozen in place. “You didn’t have to do this…”

You were taken aback. He was being so sweet that suddenly, all the rational thoughts about ending things slowly faded into the background of your mind.

“I know I didn’t…” Matthew chuckled lightly as he came to stand gently behind you, softly caressing your arms as he smoothly helped you out of your coat. “But I wanted to.”

Matthew Knies wasn’t particularly an expert about romance. In fact, he was a rather typical young boyish lad, with hockey and hanging out with his teammates occupying his thoughts. However, ever since you’d entered the picture, a small part of him wanted to explore the realm of romance. You seemed more mature, with your life seemingly in order and possessing a strong mind - and he wanted to impress you.

So, drawing from his limited experience in past relationships, he saw the chance to woo you in a way he believed William wouldn’t. Recognising that his Swedish teammate had already captured your affection with his sexual talents, charming personality, and grounded demeanour, Matthew decided to take a different approach. He thought that his own mix of youthful innocence yet mature demeanour could work in his favour—romantic gestures with a hint of flirtation.

And it was working.

As the evening slowly unfolded, you found yourself swiftly enchanted by Matthew's charm as you savoured the delightful dinner. Sure, perhaps the culinary skills could have been improved, but that wasn’t the crux of the matter. The important part of the evening lay in the effort Matthew had invested in it all.

And soon, both of you were immersed in hearty laughter, exchanging jokes and interests as you had done countless times before. In that very moment, he was the most important person in your life—someone with whom you could truly be yourself and unwind. His company required little social energy, and it suited you perfectly.

However, as you finished dining and began to clear the table together, what should have been a simple and innocent task took on a more sensual tone. With gentle touches as you manoeuvred around the small kitchen, occasionally brushing against each other and sharing giggles, it was inevitable that the movie night would carry a certain level of sexual tension. 

You tried to maintain your composure, really, you did. However, as Matthew tenderly enveloped you in his strong arm, drawing you nearer to his large, comforting frame while lounging on the sofa, you couldn’t resist the yearning inside you.

The memory of the pleasurable sensation of his lips was all too vivid, and soon enough, you found yourself back in his embrace, your mouths meeting as your fingers tangled in his hair and your tongues intertwined.

It was intense and brimming with desire as you straddled his lap, your body moving against his in a sensual rhythm as his hands explored your form.

Matthew was undeniably attractive, that much was certain. But this wasn’t part of the plan. You weren’t supposed to feel this exhilarated with his chest against yours, your hips moving against him as if your primal instincts had taken control.

No, you were supposed to end things. To explain to him that he deserved someone fully committed to him, not torn in two.

Yet, as you delved deeper into the passionate kiss, there was no room for such thoughts.

Instead, you were consumed by pleasure, gripping his brown locks tighter as he nibbled your lower lip and sighed softly into the kiss.

To be fair, this hadn’t been Matthew’s plan either. He had simply wanted to impress you with a romantic dinner. Yet he didn’t exactly protest when he felt you responding to him. In fact, he felt rather pleased about it, sensing your longing for him as much as he longed for you. Perhaps he had secretly hoped for this to happen, yet he didn’t want to get his hopes up too high, knowing you still had feelings for someone else.

But the moment your lips were locked in a passionate kiss, Matthew’s worries about William faded into insignificance, and his sole desire was for you.

The sensation of your body pressed against his surpassed anything he had imagined. And though he had experienced a glimpse of it before, tonight, he yearned for more, his hard member, evident in the bulge in his trousers, betrayed his most fervent desires.

The small living room was growing warmer with each passing moment, almost overwhelming you as your body yearned for more than just his lips. And when you finally pulled apart to catch your breath, your eyes locked in a lustful gaze, both exhaling deeply as you contemplated what would happen next.

You couldn’t resist the pull towards him. With your core throbbing between your legs and feeling his bulge pressing against you, you lacked the willpower to resist the situation.

And while Matthew took a moment to think it over as well before proceeding, there was no doubt about his desires.

So, summoning the courage, he had gathered from their romantic dinner, he gently tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear as he spoke softly.

“Want to… go upstairs?”

His voice remained steady, devoid of any trace of insecurity, which only fuelled your desire for him. And with a soft smile and a teasing bite to your lower lip, you nodded, encouraging him to effortlessly lift you into his arms and carry you upstairs to his bedroom.

The touch of the younger hockey player was nothing short of exquisite. The way his lips lingered on yours as he eased you onto the mattress was pure bliss. His hands on your curves were both firm and gentle as he explored every contour, slowly undressing you.

In return, you took the initiative to remove his t-shirt, unbuckle his belt, and slide down his jeans. Matthew's physique was simply impressive. His toned torso resembled that of a Greek god, with broad shoulders and hips that were nothing short of captivating.

Likewise, he admired your body as you lounged before him in your underwear. The light blue lace complemented your skin beautifully, while your bra provided just the right amount of support without distorting the natural size of your breasts. Your hips formed a graceful curve, your thighs exuding strength. And as his gaze devoured every inch of you, he couldn't help but lick his lips in anticipation.

Then with a playful smirk, Matthew leaned in for a quick kiss before kneeling back and slowly pulling down your panties, revealing your core to him. And it was a delightful surprise for him to feel your wetness, as he wasted no time in stroking his thick fingers along your folds, preparing you for the pleasure to come.

And it felt good. A soft gasp then escaped your lips as Matthew allowed his fingers to gently penetrate you, stretching you slowly, while your toes curled into the sheets beneath you, and soft moans spilled from your lips as ecstasy washed over you.

The hockey player was utterly captivated by the array of expressions crossing your face as he skilfully massaged your inner walls, surprised by how much pleasure it brought him to please you. Yet, beneath it all, he felt a deeper longing to feel his own length buried within you. The mere sensation of his fingers enveloped by your tightness and warmth caused him to already drip with pre-cum in his boxers. So, with gentle care, he withdrew his fingers before discarding his final piece of clothing.

Matthew was a big boy, much as you had anticipated even before seeing him naked. And as you saw his long and thick member, hard and proud, you were relieved he had used his fingers first. In comparison to William, his proportions were likely similar in scale, but Matthew stood a little taller and broader, so his member naturally slightly larger.

Then rising from the mattress, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him as he carefully rolled a condom onto his shaft, your anticipation nearly palpable as you longed to be filled and stimulated. And fortunately, you didn’t have to wait long.

Drawing you into another kiss, Matthew reignited the fire between you, gently parting your legs as he removed your bra, his hands tenderly exploring your rounded breasts. Meanwhile, your fingers threaded through his hair as you pulled him in for a deeper kiss, the mutual longing for the final act palpable between you.

And then, a surge of confidence coursed through you. Biting his lip, you signalled for him to lie back, to which he complied. You weren’t typically the dominant type in bed, but given that Matthew entirely wasn’t either, at least not with you, you seized the opportunity to take control.

So, straddling his hips, you gently guided his cock between your folds, riding it a few times while supporting yourself on his chest. Then, with careful precision, you positioned the tip at your entrance and pressed it in slowly. Gasping, you allowed him to stretch you as you relied on your legs for support, sinking down a little before rising back up, repeating the motion until he was fully inside you.

“Oh, fuck, Matts,” you cried as he filled you completely. He was definitely bigger than William, although lacking the slight curve that would hit your sensitive spot every time.

But as soon as you had adjusted to his size, you gently began to rock your hips, his shaft sliding in and out of your moist cunt with each sensual movement.

Moans filled the room as pleasure engulfed both of you, Matthew's hands finding your hips for support as your tightness brought him a little closer to climax sooner than he expected. But he couldn’t resist the intense sensations. You felt incredible around him, and the faster you rode him, the louder his moans grew, and the nearer he came to the edge.

And it was gratifying to watch him pant beneath you, his eyes occasionally fluttering shut and his breath erratic as he struggled to maintain composure. You sensed his climax approaching, mirroring the impending arrival of your own.

So, with the orgasm building in your stomach, you increased your pace, your fingers digging into his chest while your breaths mimicked his—panting and gasping in unison.

Though it didn’t flow as smoothly and naturally as it had with William, it was still pleasurable. Matthew felt good inside you, and his physique was impressive. Yet, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing. With William, there had been a sense of fluidity, effortlessly moving around and smiling as he brought you to climax.

With Matthew, it required more effort. You had to focus on riding him and bringing yourself closer to orgasm. Even his thumb on your clit didn’t quite get you there, and after a short while, you started to worry that you wouldn’t reach the peak you desired.

However, everything changed when Matthew grew more eager, suddenly flipping you over into missionary position. With his hands on either side of your head, he picked up a faster and harder pace, thrusting into you deeply.

And at this point, the intensity was overwhelming. His large cock overstimulated your walls as he pounded into you with quick and passionate motions. Your hands instinctively grasped the back of his shoulders, your legs wrapping around his lower back as euphoria consumed you entirely. Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head, your nails digging deep into his shoulder blades as your climax now quickly approached.

It was more fervent and eager than it had been with William, perhaps a bit less refined compared to the older hockey player's skill and experience, yet it felt surprisingly satisfying. Your moans were loud cries mixed with whines of pleasure, and you found your fingers digging deeper than you intended.

But in that moment, neither of you cared. Matthew's mind was entirely consumed by the intensity of the moment, his deep gasps punctuating each eager thrust as he knew he was nearing climax. Despite his desire for a more romantic encounter, your tightness around him was too much to resist.

And with a few final hard pounds, he let out a deep grunt as he released himself, thrusting one last time and pushing you over the edge as well. Loud moans, almost screams, filled the room as both of you reached your peaks, yet the rush of orgasm didn’t linger as long as it had after your encounters with William.

Stop it, you reminded yourself. You couldn’t keep comparing the two.

You had to push every thought of William out of your head as you slowly came down from the high, your mind emerging from the blur as Matthew gently withdrew from you. And despite feeling a twinge of guilt when Matthew returned from the bathroom and pulled you in for a cuddle on the warm, steamed mattress, you pushed it aside.

The fervent and intense sex had shifted back to the romantic and sweet atmosphere that had characterised the beginning of your evening, with Matthew turning to face you, gently stroking your features as he admired your beauty.

Lying on your sides, you let the soft moment linger, the scent of sweat and sex filling the bedroom as you simply enjoyed his tender touches and the comforting atmosphere. And though you had briefly felt guilty, Matthew had a knack for washing away all concerns. In his arms, you felt safe and content, and there was no reason to feel guilty about that. Especially not considering the outcome of your casual relationship with William Nylander, who, for the record, had been the one to avoid any progression into a more serious relationship, and then had the audacity to confess his feelings for you months later, when it was too late.

No, Matthew Knies was different. He was sweet, kind, gentle, and caring. He showed his emotions openly, despite the looming playoffs. He wasn’t afraid of love like William had been, and since you weren’t either, being with him felt incredibly fulfilling.

It should have been a no-brainer.

Matthew embodied everything desirable in a potential partner, despite his younger age. While he may have been slightly less mature, it wasn’t as pronounced as many would assume.

But William had left his mark on you so deeply. It felt as if he had poisoned your mind and heart, his influence spreading through your veins like venom. So, despite the comfort and warmth Matthew provided, you chose not to stay the night after your intimacy, as you reasoned with an early morning and the need for him to focus on the upcoming game. And though being with him felt incredible, you had to admit to yourself that your heart still wasn’t fully committed.

Naturally, he was disappointed, but he understood your reasoning. Part of him knew that the rational and sensible choice would be to let you go and simply focus on hockey and his career. Yet, as you left his apartment, a sense of emptiness lingered. It felt as though you were the missing piece in his otherwise hectic yet successful life.

_

As the morning skate approached, Matthew felt like a renewed person. The night with you had been nothing short of wonderful, and as he prepared for the game day, he couldn’t help but smile.

Matthew understood that you weren’t completely devoted to him, at least not yet. However, he was confident that you felt something for him, something deep and profound. In the time he had spent getting to know you, he had learned that you weren’t malicious or intentionally trying to hurt him. You were simply torn between two men you cared for deeply, unable to make a choice.

And he tried to empathise with your dilemma. While he wished you would declare that you had forgotten about his Swedish teammate, he recognised that pressuring you to make a decision would only exacerbate the situation. So, for now, he accepted the situation as it was. Even as he arrived at the training centre, his lips still curved in happiness, and his demeanour did not go unnoticed by his teammates.

“Woohooo,” Auston whistled. “You seem a little too happy over there, Kniesy!”

“What’s brought such a smile to your handsome face?” Gio added, joining in the laughter.

“Or more like who?” Max chimed in with a grin.

It was nothing but the typical banter among teammates that filled the locker room as they all undressed to change into their gear. However, something more profound caught their attention this time, prompting a need for answers.

"Whoa, hold up there, beasty!" Auston nearly shouted, noticing the scratch marks on his fellow Arizona teammate's back. "Who the fuck has been doing some artwork on you?"

"And more importantly," Max chuckled deeply, "what did you do to deserve it?"

Dark chuckles filled the room as more players gathered to admire the nail scratches left from your intense night with the forward the night before.

"Looks like someone got laid last night!" Reaves added with a loud, deep grin. "And who's the lucky girl?"

"Or guy?" Mitch playfully joked.

Matthew took a small breath, glancing over to the empty stall where William would have been sitting if he hadn't been perpetually late, before deciding to speak up. "Her name is y/n," he spoke proudly, perhaps slightly boasting, though it lacked the same satisfaction without William in the room.

"Wait, you mean Willy's y/n?" Auston raised a brow, a light grin playing on his lips.

"Well..." Matthew began to respond, but then Max interjected.

"Oh, she's not Willy's girl anymore, man! Did you see those marks? Seems like our freshman here really showed her what a real man can do!"

Matthew felt a twinge of embarrassment at the words, but it was quickly overshadowed by the pride he felt. He had given you a good time, and the marks you left showcased the pleasure he had provided you.

And he couldn’t help it as his eyes gleamed with pride and he chuckled along with the other players. However, as the door then swung open, the laughter faded into a subdued murmur as William walked in, fashionably late as usual.

"What?" he asked, noticing the not-so-subtle change in atmosphere.

But the boys simply muttered 'nothing' before returning to gearing up for practice before the crucial match. They all sensed it was better to keep things low-key before the match that could either propel them into the playoffs or have them fighting for a few more games.

And it almost worked, until the practice games had William and Matthew facing off on opposite teams.

Initially, it hadn’t been a problem. William had resolved to act maturely about the situation, acknowledging his own villain role in it and allowing you to make your own decisions about how you felt toward each of them.

But as training progressed and he and Matthew found themselves in continuous physical battles on the ice, tension began to mount. What started as friendly hockey banter, suddenly changed when Max couldn't keep his mouth shut, and the atmosphere shifted.

"Looks like Kniesy isn’t just stealing Willy’s girl – he’s also beating his ass on the ice!"

Those words set William's mind spinning. What did Max mean by that?

Yet trying to shake it off, the Swedish forward focused on the training match, but to his frustration, he missed a crucial opportunity for a goal.

“Fucking hell!” he shouted loudly, banging his stick against the boards in frustration.

“Hey,” Auston came over, lightly chuckling. “Just because Kniesy’s sleeping with your girl, you don’t need to take it out on your stick, man.”

It was meant to be nothing but a playful remark, a joke among teammates, but William didn’t find it amusing at all.

“What did you just say?” he asked with a serious tone, more serious than Auston had expected.

"We- well… you know… Kniesy and y/n…" Auston stuttered, realising he might have just sparked something more serious.

“They what?” William asked again, his tone stern as his eyes fixed on the smiling freshman on the ice.

Matthew hadn’t intended to taunt William about his success in winning over a girl, but as the Swede took to the ice once more, an urge within him rose to showcase his newfound confidence and dominance.

As the two players were positioned in front of each other, they were ready to face off. And that's when William couldn’t maintain his composure any longer.

“You slept with her?” His eyes bore deeply into his teammate's, who simply nodded.

“Last night,” Matthew confirmed, prompting William to nod, his throat tightening as he imagined his teammate's hands on you.

“Hmm…” he muttered under his breath, unsure of how to react.

But before he could respond further, Matthew, perhaps emboldened by his newfound confidence, spoke again. “Guess I won her after all.”

And those were the wrong words to utter in William’s presence. Straightening his back, he halted the game and skated closely to Matthew’s face. “She’s not a prize to be won.”

The Swede asserted his dominance over his teammate, causing everyone to pause and observe the unfolding confrontation.

“Come on, Willy,” Matthew huffed, giving his shorter teammate a little push. “You’re just angry because you were the one who treated her like shit... and now she doesn’t want to be with you.”

“Fuck you, Kniesy!” William shot back, but Matthew was ready to defend himself.

“Oh yeah? Well, she did!”

And this had William push back, both physically and verbally, relinquishing the control he had been determined to maintain.

“Well, at least I know I won’t always be her second choice!”

What transpired between the first punch and the two boys ending up in the locker room with ice packs on their faces and towels containing the blood streaming from their noses was a blur to most. It happened so quickly, both players taking swings at each other in a fight far more intense and serious than any on-ice altercation. The coaches naturally intervened, while Tavares and Morgan pulled them apart, and with Reaves and other players chuckling in the background.

It was a coincidence that you had been nearby, as Stephanie had invited you to join her and some of the girls for preparations in case the Leafs continued into the playoffs. But the joy you had felt among the girls froze when you heard what had happened at training, prompting you to swiftly make your way to the Ford Performance Center.

Walking through the halls, your heart pounded in your chest, uncertain of what to expect when you faced the two boys who had torn your heart in two and claimed a part each.

And as you entered the locker room, you couldn't help but mutter, "Shit…" under your breath. Yet, other than your soft curse, there was silence. The tension filled the air as the three of you stood and sat frozen, no one wanting to take the first step and potentially worsen the situation.

It was as if all three of you were silently expressing the guilt you felt toward one another. 

William for dismissing you and then trying to reclaim your deep feelings for him and acting aggressively toward his teammate. 

Matthew for attempting to win you over despite knowing your feelings for his teammate, and then wanting to boast about his success. 

And you, for leading Matthew on while being unable to let go of William, unwilling to accept that Matthew might be the better choice, yet not fully believing it, as William still held a grip on your heart.

It was anything but an easy situation. And sensing your inner panic, the turmoil you were feeling as he saw your concerned expression shifting between him and his teammate, William chose to be the one to act.

Rising from his seat, the Swede let out a deep sigh, his eyes meeting yours in a heartfelt gaze. And without a word, he decided to be the one to walk away. He didn’t want to be the cause of your pain anymore, so he stepped down.

“Willy…” you softly gasped as your heart felt like it was being ripped out of your chest, a tear forming in the corner of your eye as you followed his movement.

You were on the verge of breaking, tears pressing on, yet you managed to focus on controlling your breathing. In the corner of your eye, you noticed Matthew’s intense stare as he watched your reaction, curious to see whether you would stop William or let him go.

And as it turned out, William walked out of the locker room, leaving you alone with Matthew.

Your heart pounded faster than ever before; palms sweaty as a tear trailed down your cheek. Breathing felt almost impossible in the moment, and your mind, soul, and body felt torn apart. You had never expected a heartbreak to hurt this much, and never had you expected it would be William to be the one to cause it.

The air felt thick, and though a small part of you felt relieved that now you didn’t have to make the hard choice between them, another part didn’t want that to be the case. So, without even consciously acknowledging your next move, you suddenly found yourself moving out of your frozen position and making your way with fast steps out of the locker room, following William.

“Willy, wait!” you heard yourself shout. But he didn’t stop. Instead, he just kept on walking, so you picked up your pace. “Willy, please!”

“What for?” he suddenly responded, halting in the middle of the corridor as he turned to face you. He didn’t shout, yet his facial expression conveyed signs of defeat and hurt.

“Because I don’t want you to leave…” you tried to argue, but it came out vague.

“Of course, you do, y/n… you can’t choose between me and Kniesy, so I’m deciding for you…”

“Willy,” you softly cried. “Please don’t do this…”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re too important to me…”

“That’s not enough, y/n… I promised I’d stay away if you didn’t feel anything for me, so that’s what I’m doing…”

You held your breath for a moment, torn between your emotions and rationality. “But I do feel something for you, Willy…” you admitted softly under your breath.

And in a swift motion, William's hands cupped your face, as he pressed his lips onto yours.

It was the familiar warmth coursing through your body as you felt his touch once again. The intoxicating sensation had your mind in bliss as his mouth melted with yours, lips moving in perfect sync as your hands instinctively reached to palm his chest.

Time seemed to stand still. The world stopped turning as you connected with the one who had captured your heart from the start. And though a part of you wanted to feel guilty for leaving Matthew in the locker room, it slowly washed away under William’s touch.

And as you then pulled apart to catch your breath, you shared a tender moment of gazing into each other's eyes. William's thumb gently wiped away the tear that trailed down your cheek before you managed to flash him a timid and soft smile.

“Please don’t leave…” you whispered.

“I won’t…” he spoke gently in return.

There was another moment of silence as you stayed connected. 

“I’m so sorry, Willy…”

“I know,” he simply responded, gently placing a kiss on your forehead before pulling you into a tight hug. Your body immediately responded to his, wrapping your arms around his warm body as you relished your re-found connection.

“I’m in love with you…” you sobbed into his shirt, tightening your arms around him.

William let out a deep sigh as he held you close, finally feeling the happiness that only you could bring him. But then, pulling back slightly, he looked down at you with a soft, concerned expression.

“But you’re in love with him too…” he stated softly, finally acknowledging the truth of the situation.

And you could only nod in response. “I am…”

[babydollmarauders]

IF ONLY TO SAY YOU’RE MINE — LUKE HUGHES

luke hughes x fem! edwards! reader

FAITHLYNN’S 500 CELLY!

🌷: "Is there a reason you're blushing like that?" & “i think I'm in love with you." with Luke.

notes: i listened to Sofia by Clairo on repeat while writing this ngl

“alright, there are rules.” Ethan tells me.

finally getting the chance to visit my older brother and see him play hockey with his school team is the most exciting part of my year. with Ethan being only a year older than me, we’ve always been close, so being so far away from each other for most of the year sucks.

“rules?” i question, turning my head to look at him rather than out the car window. we’re currently on our way to sophomore house after he picked me up from the airport.

“rules.” he confirms. “number one: you’re not stealing one of my jerseys to wear to the game, so i hope you brought your own.”

“i did.” i give him a single harsh nod.

“good. number two: you are in a house of hockey players, meaning there’s bound to be a game playing on the tv every night. you must watch with us. it’s bonding time so no hiding in my room.” he says. his eyes flicker between me and the road as he speaks and i give him another nod.

“i think i can handle that.” i affirm.

“lastly, rule number three, arguably the most important rule-”

“get on with it, E.” i cut him off and he sends a quick glare towards me before speaking again.

“do. not. crush. on. my. friends.” he emphasizes each word but with this rule, i stay silent. i’ve already stalked his friends instagram accounts, and though they’re all cute, there’s one in particular who’s caught my eye.

“y/n, no.” Ethan whines as he pulls the car into his driveway.

“i can’t control who i find attractive, Ethan!” i argue.

“no! who? who is it?” he interrogates.

“Luke Hughes.” i mumble, unbuckling my seatbelt as he puts the car in park. my brother groans, throwing his head back.

“i guess he’s not the worst one you could’ve chosen.” he admits. sighing, he turns off the engine, unbuckling his seat and proceeding to exit the car. i swing my car door open and hop out, rounding the back of the car where Ethan is grabbing my duffel bag from the trunk. he hands me the bag, starting towards the front door, and i follow in his footsteps, trailing behind him.

as soon as Ethan opens the door, i’m met with loud shouts. Ethan walks towards the noise and i stay a few steps behind him until we reach the living room. four boys are sat on the couch, two playing video games as the other two shout out unhelpful tips, and i recognize them from my insta stalking as Mackie, Mark, Dylan, and Luke.

“guys, this is my sister, y/n.” Ethan voice cuts through the yelling and the room goes quiet, all four boys turning their heads to look at me.

“what’s up? i’m Mackie.” he sticks his hand out for me to shake and i politely do so, feeling awkward already in a house full of guys.

“hey, i’m Dylan.” i shake his hand as well and he gives me a kind smile, easing my nerves slightly.

“hi. i’m Mark.” he gives me a full grin and i smile back, shaking his hand. i look over to Luke, assuming he would introduce himself too, but he just looks back at me with parted lips and slightly wide eyes.

oh. do i look bad? the flight was long, maybe i look rough. this is embarrassing.

“i- uh- Luke.” he tells me, slipping his hand in mine to shake. his cheeks twinge pink and i blush in return.

“nice to meet you guys.” i say.

“yo, Luke.” Mark badly whispers. “is there a reason you're blushing like that?”

the three boys laugh but Luke only flushes darker, and my brother stares at him with an unamused expression.

“keep it in your pants, Hughes.” Ethan’s words are gruff, and he takes ahold of my elbow. “let’s go. i’ll show you to my room.”

*

it’s been two days since i arrived and in those days i’ve gotten inaugurated into the boys group. i’ve joked around with Mackie, Dylan, and Mark, i tagged along to hockey practice, and i joined the guys in watching the Tampa Bay Lightning game, where i learned Dylan was drafted.

though through all of that, Luke and i have still been pretty awkward around each other. we’ve talked of course, and sure, we’ve joked around a little, but it’s been in a different way than the rest of the guys.

i’m currently sat on the couch between Luke and Ethan, watching a Devils game. i started watching the Devils as soon as my brother was drafted by them, so i have no qualms about watching this game.

we all sit at the edge of our seats, watching as Luke’s brother, Jack, has the puck. but it’s three on one and because of that, he’s unable to make the shot on net. the guys groan and i huff.

“where the hell was the defense?! they practically just stood there and watched as he had to try and breakaway from three men! they need to get their shit together and start playing like an actual team.” i rant. i glance away from the tv to see the guys, besides Ethan, all staring at me in shock. “what?”

“i think i’m in love with you.” Luke exhales and i can immediately feel the heat rising in my face as Ethan reaches behind me, smacking Luke on the back of the head.

“w-what?”

“sorry, i- not like, in love, in love.” he clarifies. “you’re just like, my dream girl. you’re kind, you’re hot, you’re funny, you’re into hockey. you’re perfect.”

“ugh, this is disgusting. just kiss already and get it over with. i’ll cover my eyes.”

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[sc0tters]

Speaking of threesomes, do u have any recommendations to read?

there are so many great ones on this app but here are some of my favourites that I could find right now!

OUT WITH A BANG by @holy-pucks (jt compher x reader x tyson jost) - this overall was really hot and well written, I haven't had a chance to finish it yet but I do know that there is a part two for those interested!

TOUCH ME LIKE A SUMMER NIGHT by @senditcolton (casey cizikas x matt martin) - this was actually my first introduction to both of these players and I have to say that it is still one of my favourite things that I have read to this day.

ADDICTIONS by @drysdalesv (trevor zegras x jack hughes) - you guys are getting the entire series linked here because of how much I loved it, this is honestly the entire reason why I started writing threesomes too!

↳ honourable mentions from this author

THE AFTER PARTY by @comphy-and-cozy (brady skjei x andrei svechnikov) - this one had me KICKING my feet I loved it so much, the whole new fling x old flame pairing had me rolling on the floor.

IN A BOX by @babydollmarauders (trevor zegras x jamie drysdale) - this had such a good progression that not only had me feeling like a puddle but also beyond speechless in the best ways possible.

DIGITAL ANIMALS by @burreaux-drys (ethan edwards x rutger mcgroarty) - THIS ONE, im still not over. literally if you're a reader for college boys go read this right now.

THE ROAD WIFE by @cellythefloshie (tampa bay lightning) - I put this at the end because I am not entirely sure that it counts as a threesome but like literally if you don't mind a bit of cheating then. you gotta get behind this one.

[hockeyandhrsepwr]

Surprise Homies!

Luke Hughes x college vlogger!reader

Sup Homies Masterlist

** I had this idea but wasn’t really sure how to write to so hopefully it makes sense & y’all like it**

"Okay boys, you ready? " You ask the guys as you finish setting up your camera. Nods come from all of them, so you hit record. You’re crouched in front of the camera blocking most of what’s behind you. 

"Sup homies & welcome back to the channel!! 

Todays video is going to be a bit different, but still fun!! I’ve had lots of people asking for a boyfriend tag, but I think those can get boring so we’re spicing it up. I have here some of our closest friends too, since we’re going to play a little game so without further ado, let’s get started.”

You step back & walk backwards towards the couch, where there’s a spot for you on the floor between Luke & Dylan. Ethan, Steve, Philippe & Jacob are on the sofa behind. As you sit down, the boys wave. Steves made a couple of appearances in the vlogs when the two of you are studying together, but none of the other boys have so they’re pretty excited. 

You plop down & Luke wraps his arm around your shoulder. 

“This is Luke, my lover. Boys, introduce yourselves.” Quickly they go around & say their names. 

“So, some of you many recognize these lovely lads, as they all play for Michigan’s hockey team. Steve here is the reason I met these lunatics, and you may recognize him as my study buddy as we go through engineering hell together” You stick your hand up for a fist bump, which you get before continuing “the rest of them just want to be in the vid for some clout.”

They protest “dont lie! Dylan asked me to put instagram handles in the vid. Anyway! They’ve all been playing since they were tiny, and today, we’re going to be testing their hockey knowledge. I’ve got 5 questions, of varying difficulty for them. They’ll have 10 seconds to write down their answers on these” you grab the mini whiteboards out of the bag in front of you and pass them around 

“Okay, lets got going!!

Question 1, and if you guys can’t get this there’s no hope for you here”

“Hold up, what do we win?” Ethan pipes up “The satisfaction of beating your teammates isn’t enough?” he shrugs, “I mean yeah”

“Anyway, question 1. 

Name one of the greats who had a fun nickname. "

“What the hell is considered a fun nickname “ Steve asks as he starts writing

"ehhhh. times up. flip!!"

L: CuJo

S: the dominator 

D: Super Mario baby

E: The great one

J: Sid the kid

P: Finnish Flash

“Ethan, thats basic, so no point. Steve, who the fuck is that, Luke, Phil, Jacob you all get a point. Duker gets a bonus for being the only one to put Super Mario which is the best nickname, no question.”

“Dude, Dominik Hasek!” Steve says “oh okay, never heard him called that but” you pull up your phone “google says that was his nickname so you get a point. Moving on”

“Question 2, name Two teams to win back to back Stanley Cups at any point. Go” The boys are writing as you count down. “Done! Flip them” 

L: Tampa bay & Islanders

S: Red Wings & Tampa

D: Pittsburg, Montreal

E: Oilers, Canadiens 

J: Detroit & Toronto

P: Canadiens & Lightning

“Okay points for all good job boys. Next question, numba three!!

Give me 2 teams located in State, or provincial before you get your panties in a twist Ethan, capital.”

“Bruh I dont know geography!” Dylan complains. “Well, that sucks for you then”

“I though this was going to be stats or something!”

“So if I asked you to list the top scorers in NHL history you would get it?”

“Yeah probably!”

“That sucks for you then since I’m asking the questions. Go”

Dylans muttering to himself going “is that a capital” as the timer ticks down

L:  Rangers & Preds

S:  Avs (Denver) & Blue Jackets (Columbus)

D: Columbus & Boston??

E: Edmonton & Toronto 

J: Red Wings (duh)  hurricanes (hopefully)

P: Detroit & Boston

“Luke, you’re wrong no points!”

“Hang on, NYC isn’t the capital?”

“Dude even I know that & I’m Canadian”

“Jacob & Steve, you both get bonus points for actually putting teams, not just cities. Clearly the rest of the boys can’t listen” 

“Duker, good job you bullshitted your way through that”

“Thats my talent babe” he winks at the camera

“Question 4, What is the dumbest penalty that a team can get? “

“Is there a right answer here?” Jacob asks

“Yes, There is a correct answer, And if you don’t know this, clearly you don��t pay attention when we watch hockey together”

“Oh thats easy” Luke & Duke both say before writing 

“Time!! Flip.”

L: Too many men - can y’all not count or something (direct quote)

S: Too many men

D: Too many “idiots on the ice” 

E: Too many sticks? idfk

J: yelling at the ref (abuse of officials)

P: Too many men?

“Wow Jacob & Ethan, wow. I see how it is.”

“You know we’re normally playing when youre watching hockey right?” Jacob says in protest. 

“Well the others got it right so stop being a sore loser. The rest of you all get points. And get your shit together guys. Lukey, bonus point for the quote”

“Its not hard, you say it every time.”

“And yet, you idiots still get the penalty!! Think of poor Adam who had his hatty taken away the other weekend because you guys can’t count!”

“Okay lets move on. We’ve heard the rant before” Steve butts in before you can get too heated. 

You stick your tongue out at him but continue

“Final question, and you can get a lot of points here. There have been lots of brotherly duos that have played in the NHL” The boys immediately start protesting & talking over each other.

“Seriously?”

“Pretty sure this is blatant favouritsim”

“Oh Hell no” 

Putting your fingers in your mouth you whistle to get their attention. 

“Can I finish? Thank you. Now, there have been many brotherly duos play in the NHL. Name one duo where at least one of them has played at least one game this season. More obscure means more points, for a max of ten, so for example if you were to say a certain Canuck & his annoying brother, that’s easy as fuck so half a point. Since this requires some more brainpower, I’ll give you 20 seconds. Go”

“What if we dont know both their names?” “You’ll still get the points if you give one as long as it fits the criteria”

“Bro what the fuck?” 

“Who the hell” 

You sit there laughing at them as they try & come up with more obscure duos than the others. After 30 seconds, times up. 

“Flip em boys”

L: Mikey & Ryan Mcleod (Go Devs!!)

S: P sure Adrian Kempe had a brother 

D: Foudy Bros (CBJ!)

E: Willy & Alex Nylander

J: Reinhart (??)

P: Kevin Hayes

“Okay, honestly I dont know off the top of my head so imma google.”

“So Luke, you’re good, 2 points.  Dylan also good, three points .”

“Hey!” Luke protest 

“Shut it. Your brother plays with one of them so its not worth as much.”

“Ethan’s secretly a Leafs fan confirmed. Also 3 points”

“Philippe & Steven. One of your boys have played this season so 5 points for more obscure”

“But Jacob, I’m impressed. Even though you weren’t sure, you not only got 2 brothers, you’ve got 3!! And only one of them has played this year, Mr Sam Reinhart. I would’ve given you more if you had at least one first name, so 7 points for you!! Be more confident in your answer next time”

“Woah woah woah 7?!” Steve says

“What would it have taken to get ten?” Phil muses

“My game, my rules. Okay!” You clap your hands “Time to see who our winner is.”

You’ve got the scores on the whiteboard in front of you, just have to tally them up

“Alright, so here’s our final ranking

On the bottom  Ethan with 5 points. You did terrible. 

Not much better, we have Luke next with 6. What the hell babe, thats embarrassing for you.

Dylan in fourth with 7. Philippe with 9, 

Stevn has 10

And our winner, Jacob! With 11 points!! 

“WHOOOO!!”

“Can I just say, they’ve been alive longer than us so obviously they’d do better” 

“Ethan age has literally nothing to do with this. You just suck.” Jacob says

You stand up and talk to the camera

“Before this ends up in an argument or wrestling on the floor, Thanks for watching everyone! If you want to see more with these lovable idiots, check out the UMich hockey social media accounts. Maybe they’ll make some vlog appearances too! 

Love all you homies, see you in the next video!!

Luke pulls you down into his lap and you smile up at him while the boys argue, as your outro music plays in the video. 

Arms wrap around your shoulder and Luke presses a kiss to your neck. “Done babe?”

Smiling, you lean back in your desk chair & tip your head back for a kiss. “Just about”

“Hurry up I want cuddles” he whines. 

You giggle as you turn back to your laptop, double checking the title & thumbnail before scheduling the video to go live in place of your usual Sunday vlog. Hitting upload, you close you computer & join Luke on your bed.

“All done” you whisper before kissing him. He palms your ass, pulling you closer & says “good” before hungrily kissing you. You ignore the rest of your responsibilities to lay there together and cuddle, knowing your time like this is coming to an end soon. 

[swissboyhisch]

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Hockey Girlies Discord Christmas Fic Exchange 2023

F1

Daniel Ricciardo

Imagine being team mates with Daniel Ricciardo

Logan Sargeant

Lazy Sunday

Oscar Piastri

Aussie! Teammate with Oscar Piastri

Pass the Cranberries

NHL

Boston Bruins

Jeremy Swayman

Under The Moonlight

Carolina Hurricanes

Frederik Andersen

Elsker For @wyattjohnston 's Lowkey LoveFest 2k24

Pyotr Kochetkov

Sun and Sand

Teuvo Teravainen

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Colorado Avalanche

Ross Colton

Ross Colton X Reader For @cellythefloshie Birthday Bingo

Florida Panthers

Matthew Tkachuk

Game Time

New York Islanders

Anthony Beauvilliver

Being With Anthony Beauvillier On His Last Day In New York For @swissboyhisch Suprise Birthday Fic

Fairytale of New York For @swissboyhisch for the Hockey Girlies Discord Christmas Fic Exchange

Seattle Kraken

Vince Dunn

Sushi

Philpp Grubauer

Pfirsich

Tampa Bay Lightning

Andrei Vasilevskiy

Svyatoy Patrik

NHL & F1 Crossover

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[cuttergauthier]

Who I Write For

Hey everyone this is a list of who I write for.

If you have someone else in mind, send me an ask and i’ll let you know if i want to write for him. I’m not picky

Also if anyone would want me to start an AU let me know!

How to request

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New jersey Devils

Jack Hughes

Nathan Bastian

Dawson Mercer

Luke Hughes

Nico Hischier

Timo Meier

Brendan Smith

Vancouver Canucks

Quinn Hughes

Brock Boeser

Elias Pettersson

Cole McWard

Anthony Beauvillier

Dakota Joshua

Toronto Maple Leafs

Mitch Marner

Auston Matthews

William Nylander

Matthew Knies

Morgan Reilly

Buffalo Sabres

Owen Powers

Tyson Jost

Devon Levi

Erik Johnson

Jeff Skinner

Tage Thompson

Dylan Cozens

Casey Mittelstadt

Carolina Hurricanes

Michael Bunting

Andrei Svechnikov

Jack Drury

Pittsburgh Penguins

Pierre-Oliver Joseph

Ryan Graves

Ty Smith

Columbus Blue Jackets

Nick Blankenburg

Kent Johnson

Cole Sillinger

Adam Boqvist

Zach Werenski

Adam Fantilli

Vegas Golden Knights

Brendan Brisson

San Jose Sharks

Thomas Bordeleau

Tristen Robins

William Eklund

Henry Thrun

Luke Kunin

Anaheim Ducks

Trevor Zegras

Mason McTavish

John Gibson

Frank Vatrano

St Louis Blues

Jake Neighbours

Colton Parayko

Ottawa Senators

Josh Norris

Brady Tkachuk

Mathieu Joseph

Jakob Chychrun

Zack MacEwen

Tim Stutzle

Thomas Chabot

Minnesota Wilds

Matt Boldy

Brock Faber

Brandon Duhaime

Los Angeles Kings

Alex Turcotte

Quinn Byfield

Brandt Clarke

Pierre Luc Dubois

Alex Laferriere

Florida Panthers

Matthew Tkachuk

Sam Bennett

Mackie Samoskevich

William Lockwood

Aaron Ekblad

Josh Mahura

Brandon Montour

Colorado Avalanche

Cale Makar

Bowen Byram

Nate Mackinnon

Miles Wood

Detroit Red Wings

J.T. Compher

Dylan Larkin

Joe Veleno

Jake Walman

Boston Bruins

Mason Lohrei

Johnny Beecher

Jeremy Swayman

Jake Debrusk

Charlie Mcavoy

Montreal Canadiens

Cole Caufield

Arber Xhekaj

Kirby Dach

Christian Dvorak

Alex Newhook

New York Islanders

Noah Dobson

Mat Barzal

Philadelphia Flyers

Morgan Frost

Cam York

Jamie Drysdale

Joe Farabee

Tyson Foerster

Noah Cates

New York Rangers

Alexis Lafrenière

Adam Fox

K’Andre Miller

Braden Schneider

Chris Kreider

Zac Jones

Arizona Coyotes

Logan Cooley

Dylan Guenther

Clayton Keller

Nick Schmaltz

Chicago Blackhawks

Lukas Reichel

Seth Jones

Alex Vlasic

Connor Bedard

Tampa Bay Lightnings

Brandon Hagel

Anthony Cirelli

Seattle Kraken

Brandon Tanev

Jamie Oleksiak

Philipp Grubauer

Will Borgen

Dallas Stars

Wyatt Johnston

Jake Oettinger

Rope Hintz

Craig Smith

University of Michigan

Luca Fantili

Rutger McGroarty

Nick Moldenhauer

Phil Lapointe

Jacob Truscott

Tyler Duke

Marshall Warren

Frank Nezar

Ethan Edwards

Michigan State University

Red Savage

Isaac Howard

Maxim Štrbák

Ohio State University

Joe Dunlap

Cam Thiesing

Davis Burnside

Caden Brown

Matt Cassidy

Minnesota University

Luke Mittelstadt

Jimmy Snuggerud

Ryan Chesley

Oliver Moore

Brody Lamb

Boston College

Cutter Gauthier

Will Smith

Ryan Leonard

Gabe Perreault

Drew Fortescue

Jacob Fowler

Will Vote

University of Wisconsin

Cruz Lucius

Charlie Stramel

Zach Schulz

Random Teams

Nick Granowicz

Jay Keranen

Colton Dach

Nathan Gaucher

+ more

AU’s 

Nick Granowicz x Msu Reader

Josh Norris x Tkachuk sister

Trevor Zegras x Hughes sister

Cutter Gauthier x Hughes sister

Matthew Knies x Matthews sister

Jack Hughes x Mercer au

[toasttt11]

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[tanevcolton28]

OK HAGS GO OFF

[ilyasorokinn]

Hello, Can i please request, from the kisses prompt list number 35 with Anthony Cirelli? keep up the amazing work love!

CREPE TIME

35. "wake-up kisses" (from this prompt list)

lola cirelli was a mama's girl, through and through. she, of course, loved her dad, but you and lola had such a close bond. lola crept into your bedroom and saw you both peacefully sleeping.

she looked down at your dog pepper, who was her little guard dog. she put a finger to her lips, before making her way further into your room. she climbed onto your bed, accidentally stepping on your thigh, which jolted you away.

"what're you doing up, lola?" you whispered.

"wanna sleep with you," she answered, clutching her stuffed animal closer to her chest.

"you wanna sleep with mommy and daddy tonight?" she nodded her head, "all right, lay down." you moved the covers away so she could climb in between you and anthony.

she hopped up and jumped beneath the covers, getting comfortable, "sleep tight, lolo." you kissed her head.

the next morning, lola woke up before either of you, as always, and looked up at her father. she poked anthony in the stomach a few times, but quickly found out that was useless.

she pushed off the bed and let out a sigh. she looked over at you, and decided to wake you up instead. she sat down, and poked you in the face.

“lolo, stop.” you pushed her grabby hand away.

“i hungry,” she stated.

“early, lolo. go to sleep.”

“crepe,” she demanded.

“crepes? that’s fancy.” you wiped your eyes, knowing you wouldn’t fall back asleep.

“hungry, mommy,” she whined.

“let’s get daddy up too, then.” you rolled over, kissing her cheek, then leaning over and leaning on anthony’s shoulder.

lola giggled, then pressed a big kiss on his cheek. when he didn't move, she pressed more kisses to his cheek until he moved.

"ugh, what time is it, lolo?" he asked, his voice thick and raspy.

"crepes, daddy." lola answered.

"huh, i didn't crepe o'clock was a thing." lola giggled, "you hungry?" she nodded, "all right, let's go." anthony picked lola up and carried her to the kitchen.

"come on, pep." you picked up your dog, who had trotted into the room, and followed after anthony.