#Timo Meier smut

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timo pressing down on your lower stomach to feel himself in you 😵‍💫

➛ omfg i’m…🤭

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Timo thrusted deep into your spent cunt for what felt like the hundredth time that night. Countless orgasms had been pulled from your weakened body, Timo never relenting. Yet, you couldn’t even bring yourself to care.

Your legs dropped from his shoulders as he picked up his brutal pace. His large body slamming into yours, causing your breasts to bounce with each thrust of his pelvis.

“Fuck, still so tight for me,” He growled, “No matter how many times I fuck this pussy. Always so tight for me.”

Timo pulled out, drawing a deep whine of discontent from you. He didn’t bother acknowledging, before he simply grabbed your hips to flip you to your hands and knees. You gasped as he quickly entered you once more.

“Oh, yes!” You screamed as his arm came to pull you back up into his chest. He leaned back onto his knees, holding your body to him by your stomach.

His pace never faltered, “You feel that, princess?” His hand applied pressure to your lower stomach, your cervix practically expanding as his cock reached deep into your core. “Can practically feel my cock inside of you.”

Your head fell against his shoulder as loud cries echoed from your throat.

“Cum around me, baby. Want to feel this pretty tummy while you cum on my cock.”

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Sweetest Sweets - Timo Meier

summary: when you have a day in the kitchen timo decides to give you some company.

kinkmas: day eleven (spit)

warnings: sexual themes, fingering, swearing.

word count. 1.78k

authors note: so I wrote this and in the middle of writing Timo scored! I still haven’t googled what a spit kink/spit play actually is so don’t sue me if this is very wrong… if you want to view and of the previous kinkmas days you can see the masterlist here!

Your pregnancy had been tough on Timo.

He knew it was wrong to admit given how you couldn’t keep most things that you ate down for the first few months. You had been a trooper getting through all of that, and Timo knew it. But that didn’t mean that it was any easier for him as he watched your breasts swell and you stomach grow. What Timo didn’t expect was that sometimes you wanted to climb him like a tree but other times you wanted the Great Wall of pillows between you both.

Right now you were in the latter mood and it was killing Timo. Not only had he been on a roadie when all you wanted was him, but now you were living in spaghetti strap tops and your long flannel pants. In short it meant Timo was stuck taking in your beauty without being able to physically praise you. Usually he could put up with it, but today as you had gotten whatever craving you had. The kitchen had become your sanctuary.

Leaving you in there as you made enough gingerbread to feed a small army. It meant Timo had to hear you tasting every batch to make sure that things were perfect, your sweet little moans echoed through the apartment and he finally had enough.

So he cleared his throat as he pushed off of the couch and made his way to the kitchen “sc-“ he cut himself off as he saw you swaying your hips to the music you were listening to “hey baby!” You giggled seeing your boyfriend stood staring at you.

Your weren’t wearing a bra as neither of you expected company soon which meant that your perky nipples were on fully display as the white vest did little to cover them “you having fun?” Timo asked in a teasing tone as you walked over to him “like it more now that you’re here.” You mumbled driving your hands over his chest to rest on his shoulders.

He smiled at the gesture as you did the same “you enjoying eating all that?” The hockey player could see the tray you had set out with all of your tasters on it “think you should try some.” You offered looking at the extra icing that you had “you know I won’t say no to that.” Timo chuckled as you directed him over to the counter that you stood at.

In a quick movement Timo watched as you swirled your spoon around in the icing “open up T.” You giggled as you watched him open his mouth.

Like always Timo loved what you fed him “fuck baby that’s delicious.” He groaned finally realising what had you sounding like that. It was sweet on his tongue as it made you smile “kiss?” You mumbled puckering your lips to which your boyfriend graciously obliged.

His lips were soft against yours as you were pushed against the counter “you’re playing a dangerous game schatz.” Timo warned as he stared down into your eyes.

They were full of desire as your pupils blew “I need you please.” You whimpered letting out a squeal when Timo picked you up to place you on the counter “please tell me you aren’t screwing with me.” He mumbled hovering his lips over yours.

You watched him position himself between your legs as you nodded “want to hear you say it.” Timo hoped you were being serious because he knew no hot shower would be strong enough to cure this boner that he was currently sporting.

He watched your legs trap his sides “I want you Timo.” You nodded finally giving him the green light to carry on. His hands brushed over your stomach as he smiled “don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.” The hockey player pecked your lips letting out a grunt “need you down here so I can get you out of these.” He tugged at your pants making you nod.

It was a quick movement as you wriggled out of your pants letting them sit midway over your thighs leaving Timo to do the rest of the work “you’re so sexy.” He mumbled letting out a gasp as he saw your bare cunt stare back at him.

A small breath left your lips feeling his finger press against your clit teasing your slit as he ran his finger down through your wetness “please don’t tease me.” You begged pressing your head against his as his finger danced over your cunt just missing your hole “forgot how it was hearing you beg.” Timo smirked as he pecked your lips feeling close to leaving you for his own amusement.

But his aching cock served as the reminder of why he stayed as he found himself desperate to please you as well as him “I need you Timo.” You moaned finally giving Timo what he wanted as he thrusted his finger into your cunt “you’re so wet.” He felt his cock push against the fabric of his shorts.

You whimpered feeling him graze his thumb over your clit “I need more.” You whined as his one finger fucking felt like he was taunting you “gonna have to do better than that to earn it.” Timo’s movements were painfully slow as he used his free hand to peel your vest off of your body “let me see them pretty tits of yours.” His words were vulgar as he watched the bounce as they were freed.

He loved how they had grown with the soon arrival of your first child “please T.” As he slotted a second finger into your cunt Timo dropped his head “been thinking about these all damn day.” It was no secret how he had a thing for your breasts, even before falling pregnant it was clear that Timo was a boob guy.

His tongue was rough against your sensitive peaks as the feeling made your cunt clench around his fingers “fuck!” You groaned as Timo’s fingers began to speed up.

The palm of his hand grazed against your clit “you’re so good T.” He groaned against your nipple as he let his lips go with a pop “got to keep the other one happy.” Timo joked watching the string of saliva leave his lips that connected to your nipple before he went to the other.

Your thighs clenched around his hand trying to trap his hand between your legs “be a good girl and take it.” He shook his head straightening his fingers as they hit a further spot in your cunt “want more.” Your voice was raspy as you used all of your energy to pull his face up to yours so that you could kiss him “my greedy little girl.” Timo smirked into your kiss as he brushed his thumb over your clit.

Timo found himself getting carried away by the soft moans you let out “is my baby close?” He teased watched you nod as your hips began to writhe “don’t stop Timo.” You moaned nodding as your head dropped back resting against the cabinet.

He was always going to listen to you and you knew that it was the case “let the whole floor hear how good I make you feel.” Timo muttered giving you the green light to come “feel so full.” It was like your cunt had grown tighter with your pregnancy as Timo let out a grunt feeling you moan.

Your eyes began to flutter as you shook your head “you’re so-” you cut yourself off as you began chanting his name riding his fingers like they could have been his cock “there you go my pretty girl.” Timo’s voice was soft as he kissed your forehead continuing to thrust his fingers into your cunt as it made you squirm.

It took all of your energy to wrap your hand around his wrist “enough.” You cough feeling grateful that he listened “always so sweet.” Timo groaned placing his fingers in his mouth as he could taste your release on his tongue. What he didn’t expect was that you would roll your tongue out of your mouth angling your head back to wiggle it for him. Questions ran through his head but when he realised that you wanted to taste it yourself “my dirty girl.” Timo smirked watching spit leave his lips before it dropped to land on your tongue. It sat there for a second or two before you let your tongue recoil back into your mouth. Timo knew you were hot yes, but watching you swallow that truly made him realise that you were in all essence of the phrase, his dream girl.

You smiled up at Timo as he went to pick you up freezing as you both heard the front door to your apartment open with a swing “Hallo!” The familiar voice had you holding back a laugh.

Nico had been given a key to your apartment as Timo always lost his but you both also agreed that his teammate was probably a good guy to have if there was ever an emergency for you two. But as the door shut you both realised that Nico was still there “Timo where are you?” His voice got louder making you panic “do something!” You whisper yelled motioning to Timo to hurry up.

Panic shot there his body as his eyes went wide “don’t come in here!” Timo yelled motioning to you to hide as he didn’t want you to be seen by Nico “but I smell food!” Nico complained letting his lips form a pout.

But Timo refused to listen to him “y/n is making a surprise and we would hate to see that surprise early now would we?” Nico wasn’t buying what his teammate said “but you saw it.” The captains determination made you want to laugh as you pulled your pants up reaching for Timo’s hoodie he had left in there the week before that you were certain you asked him to put away that night.

For once you were grateful he hadn’t listened to you.

Timo wanted to hit his teammate in that moment “when you fuck her surprises are no longer surprises-“ he blurted out finally going silent as you stuck your head out of the kitchen “how are we feeling today momma?” Nico smiled handing you a thing of flowers like he always did.

For now you both actually wanted to kill Nico, but you knew that the night wasn’t over and you’d be seeing Timo in your bed later on. Then he could finally have the time with you that he had been waiting so long for.

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Timo Meier + sinful.

Do your worst bby 😘

2.5k celly | warnings: smut (18+ MDNI), timo being really good at talking shit (dirty talk), timo has great hands, fem reader

"you look fuckin' sinful in this dress," he mumbles against the crook of your neck, his hands roaming over the silhouette of your body in the red silk dress you chose. he makes heavy, intense eye contact with you through the mirror.

with one arm he dips down as low as he can, pulling the dress up your skin slowly. you take in a deep breath as he gets closer and closer to your hips. bunching the dress, leaving creases in the expensive material, with one hand he holds it up right above your belly button and with his other hand he slowly slips it inside your lace thong.

"wanna watch?" you eagerly nod your head and he grins. his middle finger circles your clit slowly, "could eat you alive baby," he nips at your neck as he tucks his hand further into your core. the palm of his hand firmly pressing against your clit while his fingers test your entrance.

"you drive me crazy." timo's voice is drenched in lust as he feels himself grow hard pressing it against your thighs. you lean your head back on his shoulder when he dips his finger inside you and picks up the pace. he grins and begins to press his palm harder against your sensitive bud going in a semi circle motion. "you're so wet, all night yeah? thinkin about me? about this?"

you moan in response as sinful words leave his mouth. with his other hand he drags the dress up even further and pulling at your straps to expose your breasts. skillfully timo stretches dorm to suck on one of your tits while intentionally massaging your cunt to get you to crumble in his grip with your orgasm.

"cum on me baby," he mumbles while kissing up your body, "fuckin soak my hand like you know how," he goes back to making eye contact with you through the mirror. both of you are in such a haze that you can't even think straight, all you can think about is sex.

you clench your legs around timo's hand but it only edges him on. moaning in his ear, leaning over and taking his earlobe in his teeth you moan through gritted teeth, arching your back and your eyes falling back into your head. "fuck babygirl that's it, get my hand sticky please," he works you through your orgasm while he sucked on your sensitive nipple to get you crashing over him.

he felt you soak his hand, sinking to your knees and feeling him go right with you. timo's got you laying on your back on the plush bath mat, your dress bunched up around your rib cage, panties at your knees and timo kneeling over you as he licked everything you gave him off his hand.

"round 2?"

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Strictly Pleasure - [Timo Meier]

A/N: So color me stunned when I went to the roster of Team Switzerland in 2019 and did not in fact see Timo on it……. Because the Sharks were in the playoffs…. LMAO But you know my entire AU timeline is built on 2019 so we go with it. As promised, the full fic for our unanimous poll winners 🥹

As a warning, I literally was clawing my fingernails into the bench seat editing this morning. Holy fuck. Apparently I was feeling extra smutty this weekend.....

Word Count: 4.3k

The coolness of my white wine glass chills my palm while I bring the liquid to my lips. I take a sip, lips curling up in appreciation of both the wine and the stunning sunset before my eyes. I sit on the patio of a cafe in Bratislava, Slovakia awaiting the arrival of my little brother. I am the only member of my family who has been able to make it over to Slovakia in time to see him compete for our country at the IIHF World Championships. His previous international experience has been at the U18 level, but this year he is competing in the big leagues. We are so proud of him and I feel honored to have the flexibility to see him live his dream this week.

Crowds from various countries line the streets of the capital city, surrounding Ondrej Nepela Arena. Various teams are represented- the three crowns of Sweden, the lion of Finland and one man with the red and white of my home country. I smile at the familiar crest on his chest. He wanders down the sidewalk with sunglasses on, hair perfectly styled in a swoop to the left. Mirrored aviators hide his upward gaze to the awning that spells out the restaurant. He flips his sunglasses up, looking down at his phone, then at the name of the restaurant again. Once confirming, he puts his phone back in his pocket, then stalls his footsteps at the podium explaining the menu options for tonight.

“Go Swiss!” I cheer in my native language at him. He looks up from where he had been studying the menu, nodding in my direction. 

“You from?”

“Yes.”

“Me too.”

“I assumed so. You have the accent.” 

“You… kind of do?” He chuckles, questioning. His head tilts to the side slightly, thick eyebrows pulling lower over his eyes. “Where are you from?”

“Close to Bern.”

“Ah… that southern dialect can be troublesome.”

“Maybe you just haven’t heard it enough. Should get out of the big city.” He quirks an eyebrow. “Zurich. Clearly.”

“St. Gallen.”

“Same difference.” 

“Okay.” He chuckles, shifting as he stuffs his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “This place any good?”

“Wine is good.” I cheers my glass in the air at him. “But other than that, I don’t know. My brother picked the place.”

“Yeah, I am meeting someone here too.” 

“Would you like to wait with me? I can buy you a drink.” For some reason, he laughs. 

“Buy me a drink?” He nods. “Sure, if your boyfriend won’t mind?”

“No boyfriend. I’m sure your girlfriend will not be much longer though?”

“No girlfriend. If I did, sitting next to a beautiful Swiss woman would likely get me into big trouble.” He murmurs, reaching for the back of the empty chair across from me. As he pulls it out, my brother comes hustling up next to us.

“Oh great! You did get my text about Timo joining us. I’m glad you found each other.” We both pause, connecting the pieces of who we are to each other. I would not have pegged him as a hockey player. He presents so different from the others I have interacted with over my brother’s playing career. “Timo, this is my older sister Emma.”

“Nice to meet you.” He murmurs as he shakes my hand. Our hands fit perfectly together in a polite shake. His fingers drag along every inch of my palm as he pulls his hand back, creating an electric jolt up my arm.

“Yeah…” I trail off, answering my brother. I gulp down a sip of wine. “He was easy to spot.” Nico grins as I stand, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. “Hi.” I haven’t seen Nico for a few weeks. He came home to Switzerland after his season ended, but was running off with all his friends with his new found freedom.

“I am glad you could make it. Mama and Papa are coming tomorrow?��

“Yes, it was the earliest they could get here. I was able to get on a flight from my conference in Berlin.” 

“Good. More time together.” I laugh, glancing at Timo who studies the menu across from me.

“Seemed you liked the way the last few weeks were.” I murmur. “Your big sister always coming in last.”

“I’m sorry.” Nico sighs regretfully.

“It’s okay. As per usual, your time is pulled in every single direction.” 

“Yes, but you’re important to me. I’ll do better.”

“Good! You can start by buying me dinner. You make the big bucks now!” 

“Yeah, you can buy mine too. You make 1st overall money. I’m slumming it down at 9.” Timo and I share a look, chuckling together at Nico’s red, embarrassed cheeks.

“With a flick of a pen, you instantly made more money than your sister has her entire career. You can buy my dinner.” I pile on.

“Stop.” Nico shakes his head with a shy smile. “I will buy you dinner because I love you and that’s it.” I shake my head, looking over at Timo.

“Nico always has to be so sweet to make me feel bad for teasing him.”

“You need to get meaner Nico.” Timo laughs. “Your sister is more intimidating than you.” I scoff at him, then smirk.

“Certified man eater.” I confirm. “You better be careful.” He sucks his cheeks in for a moment, scanning his eyes along my body. Then he shakes his head.

“I like a challenge.” He winks. I pause, recognizing his interest, sliding my gaze over to my little brother who seems to be contemplating between two entrees. I lick a drop of wine off my lips after taking a sip. Timo’s blue eyes stay there, then fall back down to the menu in front of me.

The rest of dinner, these small, wordless interactions happen. He brushes my hand while handing me back my filled water glass. We steal looks at each other whenever Nico isn’t looking. Most of the conversation is driven by us towards each other. Nico seems content to listen, happy to see us getting along so well after inviting a stranger to sibling bonding. I am thankful he did. Timo and I are vibing, conversing and joking like we have known each other for years, not less than two hours. 

Nico pays the bill, making a huge show of treating us with his black Amex. 

“Flaunting your wealth is tacky Nico.” I scold. He scoffs at me, waving me up out of my seat. I toss my arm around his shoulder, pulling him in for a forced hug. “I love you. Thank you.”

“I love you, buddy! Thank you!” Timo says too, coming in to the other side so Nico is sandwiched between us. I giggle hard, tilting my head back towards the dark sky while doing so. Timo’s hands grip my sides as we squeeze Nico harder. I fold my fingers over his arms too, feeling the soft material of his sweatshirt. When I open my eyes all I can see is Timo. His beautiful blue eyes sparkling with joy. His big smile and scrunched nose indicating how much fun he is having with us.

“I could use another drink.” I hear myself say to him directly. He nods immediately, releasing from our packed hug.

“We have a bar in our hotel. Are you staying there too?” Timo asks casually.

“Oh! Yes! Let’s go.” I exclaim. “Neeks?”

“Maybe. I’m tired, but I’ll see how I feel when we get there.” 

“Okay.” I shrug. No offense to Nico, but I wouldn’t be disappointed if he didn’t come.

“How are we feeling about the game tomorrow?” I ask the boys as we walk the cobblestone walk way. 

“Good. We’ll get it done.” Timo says confidently. Nico echos that though a yawn.

His yawning continues through our first round of drinks until he is almost falling asleep sitting up in his chair where we sit at a space in the bar, backing up to the lobby.

“Nico, just go to bed.” I chuckle.

“Yeah I am going to head there.” Nico sighs after a yawn. He looks over at me. “You too?” I bite my lip, shaking my head. 

“I’m not tired. I stay up late for a living.” Nico shrugs his shoulders. “Goodnight.” He stands up.

“Goodnight baby brother.” I tease him as he heads across the lobby to the elevators. “Sleepy good!” I take a sip of my wine, then settle my brown eyes on Timo who still watches with those interested eyes. “Are you tired?” I wonder.

“No.” He says then takes a sip of his drink. “A lot more interesting things are happening down here than in mine and Fiala’s room.” A shiver runs from the base of my neck down my spine pulling my chest tight with flattery. 

“You like to stay up late?”

“Mhm.” He answers around another sip of his drink. He licks at his top teeth afterwards, bringing my eyes back to his lips. “Kinda have to in this job. What do you do?”

“I own an event planning business.” 

“Oh fancy, Ms. Entrepreneur.” 

“I went to college and everything.”

“Impressive. Maybe I should hire you to run my charity golf tournament.”

“I could do that. But it depends.”

“On?”

“What happens between us tonight.” A slow and sexual grin rolls across his lips. He likes my boldness. My heart fluters excitedly in my chest. I love this part, getting gorgeous and powerful men to give into what has been brewing between us. “I have a strict line between business and pleasure. I’m sure you can understand that in your line of work.” Timo nods, looking lost in a previous mistake. 

“That is fair.” He tilts his head. A few teammates walk through the lobby, shouting a hello at Timo. He gives a brief wave, then focuses back on me.

“Any chance I could convince you to go somewhere private to discuss further your personal and professional qualifications?” There is nothing professional about his request.

“Where would you suggest?”

“Maybe your room?” I pretend to contemplate, leaning back in my chair while studying him with scrutiny. 

“What would we do there?” I ask him, dragging out the vowels in my words. I slowly run my tongue along my lips, gathering his attention there.

“You can tease me some more with that mouth.” 

Forward. Bold. Going in for the kill, just like I hoped. 

“Our drinks?” He pulls his wallet out, tossing cash onto the table. He stuffs his wallet in the back pocket of his jeans and stands. He holds his hand out for me. I stare at the warm, welcoming skin of his palm. I know what taking that hand means. I know this is dangerous territory, but Timo is a temporary teammate of my brother. It’s not like he is in New Jersey with him full time.

I slide my fingers gently into his hand, then clasp it as he lifts me into a standing position. He weaves our fingers together, palms cupping each other as we walk silently to the elevator. He pulls me in behind him, then turns expectantly at me.

“Four.” I tell him. He presses the button and the doors close. 

“You do this often?”

“Yeah. You?”

“Plenty.” His eyes drag ravenously from my face down my body. He nods in surprised appreciation. “I won’t tell you I love you after, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He chuckles. 

“You look harder to get than that. What are the rules?” He asks as he turns towards me. His hand drops mine, so he can pull my hips flush with his. My eyes flutter at what I feel. Big. Hard. Ready. 

“Wrap it up. Don’t you dare finish before me. No butt stuff. And…” I insist, stepping closer. “Nico never knows.” My foot goes between his, rubbing my thigh against his zipper. He exhales a little heavier, hinting at the desire building in his body. The elevator doors open and we step out. I lead the way, sliding the key through and pushing the door open. I walk in first again. He shuts the door behind us then crosses the slim space between us. He whips me around by my wrist, crowding my space immediately. My heartbeat skyrockets in dangerous and needy passion.

“Anything else?” He asks, sliding a hand to the side of my neck. He holds it tight, thumb stroking my cheek. His blue eyes are fierce, ready for whatever waits for us on the other side of my answer. 

“What are yours?”

“I don’t want anything serious. You understand that?” He strokes my cheek as he says it as if to soften the blow. He’s clearly had this conversation before with other women. He’ll figure out I’m not like them soon enough.

“Completely.”

“Are you on the pill?” 

“Yes.” I laugh. “Are we going to fuck now or keep playing 20 questions?” I slide my hand down to the button on his pants. He laughs too, pausing as he bites his bottom lip. 

“What are your thoughts on cuddling?”

“Hell no.”

“My kinda girl.” He whispers then closes the gap between our faces.

His lips on mine create an explosion that rocks me to my core. I exhale into his mouth in a moan. He runs his hand through my hair then down my body. It wraps around my waist and he lifts, practically tossing me up onto the hotel desk. The lamp shade rattles against the wall. His hands come to my shirt, lifting. Our lips part for a moment, then reconnect with tongues. Wetness pools in my panties, almost soaking them through. 

One of his hands comes up to my breast, squeezing it, then finding my nipple and thumbing it over my bra. I sigh happily into his mouth, then fist his shirt in my hand. His shirt joins mine on the floor, then I reach for the button on his pants. It snaps apart easily. I jerk his zipper down until it’s completely open. His cock is hot and seeping in his underwear. I pull back from his mouth, looking down as he unclasps my bra. The straps slack along my arms. He pulls them the rest of the way off, then takes me in. 

“Beautiful.” He mumbles, tugging my hips so I slide closer to him on the desk top. “So, so beautiful.” He repeats against the warm skin of my chest. His lips kiss down vertically, until he gets to a tight nipple. He makes eye contact with me as he sucks it into his mouth. His tongue strokes upwards too, making my jaw unhinge for a moment. “You had so much to say earlier, now you’re quiet? Gonna have to change that.” He whispers, then sucks my nipple deep into his mouth, working it over, sending darts of pleasure to my clit. It aches to be touched, missing out on his skilled mouth and fingers. 

“Oh.” I pant. He smirks into my breast.

My fingers find the waistband of his underwear, tugging it back from his skin so his cock rises to rest on his belly. His red tip is oozing down the edge of his head. I bite my lip, then my head knocks back into the lamp as his tongue strokes my other nipple into submission.

Fuck, this is incredible. He knows exactly what he is doing. When to push, when to pull away, how to tease and reward. He will be worth any future punishment. My hands shove at the waistbands of his bottom layers until they work down his strong hips. He steps out of them, grabbing a condom in his jean pocket, then kicks them off to the side. I lean back on one palm grinning. He lets me take him in, every delicious curve and edge of his muscular body made perfect from hockey and hard work. His big hands cup my breasts, rolling his thumbs over the stiff peaks in unison. 

“Oh that feels sooo good.” I moan appreciatively. I run my free hand through my hair. He watches my face, playing with me more until I am embarrassingly close to coming without him even being inside of me. “I need you to fill me up.”I demand breathlessly. He bites his lip.

“You’re so fucking sexy. You can tell me what to do all night, Emma.” 

“Just call me Em.” I laugh. “Emma is so formal.” 

“Whatever you want, babe.” 

He unbuttons my jeans, then pulls them off my legs. He admires my black, lace panties, seeing the creamy wetness pooling there just for him, then he works them off my body so we are both naked. He picks me up, setting me to the very edge of the desk, then he hands me the condom. I rip the package open with my teeth, gripping the tip, before easing it down his shaft. His eyes close and he sways slightly forward at my hands on him.

He crowds my space, our breath combining together, still smelling like the minimal alcohol we had tonight. One hand goes to my left hip, then the other goes to grip his shaft. He rolls his head through my folds, collecting my soaking juices before he nestles his head at my entrance. Together, we watch him disappear between my swollen lips. He lets out a shaky exhale. He grabs my wrists, putting them on his shoulders, then he lifts me slightly up off the desk, beginning to pump into my pussy. 

Tingling explosions burst out down my body. Gooseflesh covers my arms and legs as I take each hard thrust with enthusiastic greed. I kiss along his jaw, grinning at the way I jerk in his arms with each pump. He isn’t handling me like a fragile doll, he is fucking me just like I knew he would. Hard, fast, deep, showing he was built with power and strength for a reason.

“Fuck, Em, your pussy is so good.” He growls into my neck. The sound of skin slapping together increases, becoming disgustingly obvious in the room as he rocks hard into me. “So wet and tight.” He hisses through gritted teeth. My nose bumps into his jaw as I moan on his throat. He turns his face, capturing my lips then fucking up harder and faster into me. My whole body goes tight and rigid, then I fall into my orgasm. Timo fucks me through it, not wavering in his thrusts at all until I collapse onto his chest in surrender. He slows then, kissing my neck as he takes me to the bed. He lays me down, then work himself out of me. I look down at the condom, wondering if we are done.

“Your turn. Show me what you got, Hischier.” I laugh loudly. He sits down on the bed, then falls backwards. He takes my hand in one of his, fingers folding together, helping me maneuver to straddle his lap. I work my hair to one side, then reach behind me to grab his cock in my hand. He hums, then sighs happily as I swallow him whole in one press of my hips. Timo’s eyes literally roll back into his head as I start to move. His hands come behind his head fingers lacing together on the pillow below.

“That’s right. Just lay there princess.” I smirk, throwing my hips back on his cock. 

“Funny… gorgeous… talented… where has Nico been hiding you?”

“Practically under your nose.”

“Ah, that’s why I didn’t see it. It’s a little big.” I giggle, then set my hands on his shoulders, rolling my hips.

“Ooo. You know how to fuck.” He praises me. “So good….” He bites his lip, exhaling heavily. “Little more, gorgeous.” He encourages. I comply and he groans. “Mmmm.” His hands snap away from the back of his head. He grips my hips, feeling the roll of them on him. Then two fingers find my clit. I shutter. His other hand comes to my breast, pinching my nipple. “Fuck me until you cum.”  He whispers. I moan shakily, then keep bucking my hips down into him. When he senses I am about to release, he works his hips up in little thrusts to help me over the edge.

“Oh!” I cry out, pinching my other nipple.

He gently eases me down, pulling his feet up closer to his butt so his thighs create support for my back. I slump into them. I pant, looking at him on the pillow as he smirks. 

“Shit.” I hiss as he forces his cock up deep into me, lifting my weight with his hips like it’s nothing. 

“Doggy?” He asks, wiggling his large eyebrows. I nod eagerly.

I’ve never come so hard or had so much fun with a one night stand before. Usually, it’s awkward, bumping into each other and trying to find the right tempo. Not with Timo. It truly feels like we were made for each other. Gone is the insecure way I try to move my body so my partner can see the best angles. Usually, I stay away from doggy. But I am desperate to feel the hard slapping of his balls against my clit. 

We both stand. Timo kisses me, tongues flirting within my mouth. Our lips are puffy and red by the time we pull apart. He twists my hips, working his cock between my legs as I bend over in front of him. He lines his latex covered head with my entrance, then pulls me back on his dick. We both groan loudly this time, appreciating the stretch and arousal of each other. 

“Gonna be dreaming about this pussy tonight.” He groans, starting to buck his hips again. The delicious slapping has me deliriously groping the bed sheets. His thick cock crams into me thrust after thrust, feeling like he is rearranging my internal organs. A big hand comes to the back of my neck, forcing me down. I groan loudly, shrieking an inhale at how good this angle feels. 

“Please.” I hear myself beg.

“Please what, baby?”

“Please make me cum. Please. More. Um! That! Yeah!” I yelp out as his hips snap harder into me. My ass shakes with his powerful thrusts. I turn my face into the comforter, then scream hard into it as a powerful orgasm grips my core and turns me inside out. 

“Fuck… I’m gonna cum. Feels so fucking good when you cum.” I shake against his thighs as he finishes in the condom. His hand releases from the back of my neck. He grips the edge of the condom then works his way out of me. Wordlessly, he heads to the bathroom, striping himself and cleaning off. I collapse forward into the bed sheets, curling into the fetal position while my heavy breathing continues. Timo brings a towel back with him, tossing it to me. Afterwards, I throw it onto the floor while he lays back next to me in bed. 

“Good job.” I murmur, holding my hand up. He slaps it firmly, then sighs happily.

“That was amazing.” He turns to look at me when he says it. I nod, meeting his gaze. “Any chance you’re available for more of that this summer?”

“No strings?”

“No strings.” He agrees. 

“Then yeah. I’m available.” He chuckles. 

“We make a good team, tho. Damn.” He rubs a hand over his head. He turns his wrist, looking at the time on his expensive, silver watch. “I gotta go. It’s almost curfew.”

“Yeah, I want to go to sleep.” I admit, stretching out, pushing at his thigh under the covers to move him off the bed. He dramatically rolls off like I kicked him full on. I giggle as he rests his chin on the bed from the floor. His blue eyes soak me up. His hand comes up, poking at my left cheek.

“Your dimples are cute.”

“Thank you.” I murmur. 

“How long are you here?”

“Wanna see me again already?” He laughs.

“Yeah. Sex that great is rare. I want you again tomorrow.” Butterflies erupt in my stomach. I roll my bottom lip in my mouth, watching him pull his clothes back on. His last article is the Team Switzerland sweatshirt he zips up to the middle of his chest.

“Okay.” I agree. He smiles gently, then walks towards me. 

He kneels one knee on the bed, hovering over the body he wrecked tonight. He kisses me quick, then pulls away. He smells seductive and sultry, like his expensive cologne and me. 

“Sweet dreams.” He whispers.

“Goodnight.” I respond. He walks out of the room, closing the door softly during his exit.

I roll onto my back, staring up at the ceiling above me. The butterflies in my stomach expand up into my chest until it feels crammed full. I put my hand over my face, watching back the reel of the night against my black eyelids, ending with the mutual agreement of more. 

More this weekend. More even this off-season too. More, more, more because it will be months before I will have had my fill of him.

I’m not sure how we will make it all work. Sneaking around once is one thing, but doing it continuously is another.

I guess this planner is going to have to figure it out. 

Because It’s going to be a long, hot summer with Timo Meier.

More Timo and Emma can be found here.

[hd-junglebook]

My Sunshine

Prologue (short and sweet just how I like em)

Warnings - brief mentions of sex, mention of plan b pills, toxic relationship, pregnancy

a:n I feel like the chapter I posted for jack was too rushed, so I rewrote the entire thing. I hope you enjoy this one even more because I enjoyed writing the parts for it.

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Summary: After Jason suddenly declares he no longer wants to have a baby with her, despite their previous plans, Y/N finally leaves the hell that is her home and seeks the one thing that could give her answers. After agonizing over the decision, Y/N takes the tests spiraling over the results.

Word Count ~ 2054

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Y/N collapsed onto the bed, her chest heaving and her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. Adrenaline still coursed through her veins as she reached out for Jason, desperately seeking the comfort of his warm embrace.

But to her dismay, he merely rolled over, his back facing her. The deafening silence that followed was oppressive, broken only by their labored breathing.

"Hey," she broached softly, a tremor in her voice. "What's wrong?" Y/N asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She propped herself up on her elbow, studying Jason's tense profile in the dim light of the bedroom as she gently rubbed his back, trying to offer whatever comfort she could.

He grumbled something unintelligible, his jaw clenched tight, his body rigid and unyielding.

"What did you say?" Y/N pressed, a sense of unease and dread creeping into her chest, tightening around her heart.

"I said," Jason repeated, his voice cold and detached, "I don't want to have a baby with you anymore."

Y/N's heart stopped, her breath catching in her throat as a wave of disbelief and heartbreak washed over her. In the muted glow of the bedroom, Y/N's world shattered like fragile glass. Her body, still throbbing and tingling from their intimate encounter, now grew cold and numb.

Jason sat up, his expression hard and unyielding as he turned to face Y/N. "You heard me. I don't want a baby. We try and try to conceive this...this thing ," he said, his voice dripping with disdain, "but it hasn't worked. I'm tired of trying. I've had my fill of you for the last five months."

Y/N felt as if she had been slapped, the words striking her like a physical blow. She sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest, her mind reeling from the devastating revelation.

"But we talked about this," she argued, her voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and hurt. "We agreed that we were ready, that we wanted to start a family. You said you were gonna marry me! How can you say you've had your fill of the woman you want to spend the rest of your life with?"

Jason scoffed, rolling his eyes dismissively. "Well, I changed my mind. And it's not like you have much of a say in the matter, anyway," he sneered.

Y/N's eyes narrowed, anger flaring hot and fierce in her veins. "Excuse me?" she hissed, her voice low and dangerous. How dare he treat her as if she had no say in the matter - this was their future, their dream, their child they were discussing.

"You heard me," Jason repeated, his tone mocking and callous. "It's my decision, too. And I've decided that I don't want a kid tying me down." He turned away, his broad shoulders rigid with finality, leaving Y/N feeling utterly betrayed and alone.

Without another word, Y/N rose from the bed, her movements stiff and mechanical as she gathered her discarded clothes. She stalked into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her with a resounding bang that reverberated through the tense silence.

Leaning heavily against the sink, she braced her trembling hands on the cool porcelain as hot, angry tears streamed down her flushed cheeks.

With a shaking hand, she turned on the shower, the scalding spray pounding against her skin as she stepped under it, scrubbing furiously.

She tried in vain to wash away the lingering feeling of Jason's touch, the essence of their intimate encounter seeping onto her thighs. The water cascaded down her body, but it offered no solace, no relief from the anguish consuming her.

Desperate, Y/N rummaged through the cabinets, her movements frantic as she pushed aside bottles of shampoo and tubes of toothpaste, searching for the small foil packet that held her last hope. But as she tore through the cluttered shelves, her heart sank, a fresh wave of panic crashing over her.

The pill was gone.

"No, no, no," she choked out, her voice breaking with anguish. "Fuck!" she cried, slamming her fist against the unyielding tile wall.

The impact sent a jolt of pain through her hand, but she barely registered it, consumed by the overwhelming fear of being trapped - tethered to a man who no longer loved her, who didn't want the life they had so carefully planned together.

The bathroom descended into chaos as Y/N's desperation reached a fever pitch. She swept her arm across the counter, sending bottles and jars crashing to the floor, the sound of shattering glass mingling with her anguished sobs.

Tearing open drawers, she flung their contents aside, heedless of the mess she was creating. In her frantic search, she upended the trash can, the contents spilling out across the tile.

Y/N's world was crashing down around her, and she felt powerless to stop it. She sank to the floor, curling in on herself as the full weight of her devastation overwhelmed her. Clutching her knees to her chest, she wept bitterly, her heart shattering into a million irreparable pieces.

…

The fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting an eerie glow on the nearly empty shelves of the CVS. Y/N stood in the middle of the aisle, her eyes darting back and forth between the rows of cardboard boxes, her heart pounding in her chest.

The silence was deafening, broken only by the distant hum of the refrigerators and the static of the TV mounted on the wall.

Beside her, Heather shifted from foot to foot, her impatience growing with each passing second. The tapping of her foot against the linoleum floor echoed through the store, grating on Y/N's already frayed nerves.

"Could you stop tapping and put that pea brain of yours to use?" Y/N snapped, her voice cutting through the stillness like a knife. The harsh words escaped her lips before she could even register them, her nerves completely frayed.

Heather shot her a sideways glance, her lips pressed into a thin line. She reached out and grabbed a box from the shelf, shoving it into Y/N's hands.

"This looks fine, Y/N," she said, her tone clipped and laced with a hint of irritation. "You've read every box back to front. I think you should just choose one."

Y/N stared down at the box in her hands, her mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions. She knew Heather was right, but choosing a box made the situation feel too real – this box held the answer to the rest of her life. The weight of the decision felt crushing, and she couldn't help but feel utterly alone in this moment, despite Heather's presence.

Swallowing thickly, Y/N ran her fingers over the cardboard, tracing the words printed on the packaging. Every fiber of her being wanted to tear the box open, to find the answers that would dictate her future. But the fear of what those answers might be paralyzed her, leaving her frozen in place, the box trembling in her shaking hands.

"Screw it," Y/N muttered under her breath, her resolve hardening. She grabbed four more boxes from the shelf, the cardboard containers feeling heavy in her hands.

Without another moment's hesitation, she turned to walk away, but something made her pause. With a sigh of frustration, she spun back around and snatched one more box, just for good measure.

Heather let out a surprised laugh, shaking her head in disbelief at Y/N's sudden burst of decisiveness. "Alright, that's more like it," she murmured, offering her friend an encouraging smile, despite the gravity of the situation.

She wandered over to the fridges and grabbed a 2-liter bottle of soda before meeting Y/N at the checkout counter.

They plopped their items down in front of the cashier, a middle-aged man with a receding hairline and a bored expression on his face. He glanced up at them, his eyes widening as he took in the array of pregnancy tests and the massive bottle of soda.

The cashier's voice cut through the tense silence as he spoke up, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Having trouble deciding, ladies?"

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up, suddenly self-conscious under the man's curious gaze. She opened her mouth to respond, but the words caught in her throat, leaving her uncharacteristically flustered.

Thankfully, Heather jumped in, offering the cashier a polite smile. "Oh, you know how it is," she said, her tone light and diplomatic. "Gotta make sure we get the right ones, you know?"

The cashier nodded, his expression understanding as he scanned their items and bagged them up. "That'll be $32.50," he said, adding the final box to the pile.

Y/N silently handed over the cash, her heart pounding in her chest. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. The cashier gave her a sympathetic nod, his eyes twinkling with a hint of empathy that made Y/N's stomach twist.

With the transaction complete, they turned and walked out of the CVS, the automatic doors sliding shut behind them with a soft whoosh. The night air was cool and crisp, a welcome relief from the stuffy interior of the store.

Y/N took a deep breath, savoring the sensation of the fresh air filling her lungs as she gripped the bag containing the pregnancy tests, the weight of it heavy in her hand.

She looked over at Heather, who gave her a reassuring smile. "Ready?" her friend asked, her voice soft and laced with concern.

Y/N steeled herself, squaring her shoulders as she met Heather's gaze. "not at all," she replied. With a deep breath, she began walking towards her car, Heather by her side.

…

Y/N sat on the cold tile floor of her bathroom, her knees drawn up to her chest and her heart racing. She had lined up all eleven pregnancy tests on the edge of the bathtub, each one turned face down, waiting for the results that would change her life forever.

The minutes ticked by agonizingly slowly, each second feeling like an eternity. Y/N's mind raced with a million different scenarios, each one more terrifying than the last. What would she do if the tests were positive? How would she tell Jason? Would he even care?

Suddenly, Heather's voice rang out from the other side of the door, startling Y/N from her thoughts.

"Time!" she shouted, her voice muffled by the thick wood.

Y/N inhaled deeply, trying to calm her frayed nerves. She slowly lifted her head from her lap, her muscles aching from sitting in the same position for so long. Using the sink for support, she pulled herself to her feet, her knees suddenly weak and shaky.

With trembling hands, Y/N reached out and flipped over the first test, her heart pounding in her chest. A bold, unmistakable pink plus sign stared back at her, and she felt her heart skip a beat, her breath catching in her throat.

Hands shaking, she moved down the line, flipping over each test one by one. Plus sign after plus sign greeted her, until all eleven tests lay face up on the bathtub, their results crystal clear.

Y/N hiccupped, her hand flying to her mouth as a tear slipped down her cheek. She was pregnant. There was no denying it now - the evidence was right there in front of her, etched in pink and white plastic.

The reality of the situation crashed over her like a tidal wave, and she felt her legs give out from under her as she sank back down to the floor.

Sobs wracked her body, her anguish palpable as she grappled with the devastating truth. She was going to be a mother, and the father of her child was a man who no longer wanted her.

Heather's voice called out again, this time softer and more concerned. "Y/N? Are you okay in there?"

Y/N tried to respond, but the words stuck in her throat, choked by the lump of emotion that had settled there. She heard the doorknob rattle, and then Heather was there, kneeling beside her on the floor and wrapping her in a tight, comforting embrace.

"Oh, honey," Heather murmured, stroking Y/N's hair as she cried. "It's going to be okay. We'll figure this out together, I promise." Heather's voice was soothing, a balm to Y/N's shattered nerves, and she clung to her friend arms.

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♡ fluff ✪ angst ✧ suggestive

𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐦 𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬

⇨ trevor zegras¹¹

soft launch ♡ instagram!au | y/n soft launches her and trev's relationship. |

friends (with benefits) ✪♡✧ | trevor had always hated your guts. you never knew what for, maybe it was your close friendship with his best friend, or maybe it was because he was jealous of you. that was until, he kissed you, of course. |

sloppy kisses ✧ | request: "CONSENSUAL recording with Trevor because they’re long distance? 🩶 " |

⇨ jamie drysdale⁶

butterflies ♡ | no one has ever made you feel the way jamie did. every day, jamie convinces you more and more that he loves you in different ways. |

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐬

⇨ adam fantilli¹¹

lets compare hands! ✧ | adam fantilli with a size kink |

⇨ kent johnson⁹¹

𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐣𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐬

⇨ jack hughes⁸⁶

everyone wants you, but i don't like a gold rush ✪✧ | y/n had always been in love with jack since she was a kid, but he had always chosen everyone else but her. |

in losing grip, on sinking ships, you showed up just in time ♡ | when you and jack had parted ways, somehow you both knew you'd meet again somehow. |

⇨ luke hughes⁴³

betty ✪ | a small incident at luke's draft party causes a whole lot of drama you never expected to happen. |

worst (best) first "date" [requested] ♡ | request: kind of have a specific request 🫣 im an ohio state fan so it also kinda pains me that i love luke hughes since i hate umich 😭 my request is reader being an osu student and long term devils fan, so when she goes to a devils game in columbus her friends dare her to make a sign for luke during warm ups that says something along the lines of “can i trade you a hat for a puck?” so when luke gives her a puck, she throws him an ohio state hat w her phone number on it. and he finds it really funny and actually ends up messaging her (and then you can end it how you want. fluff, smut, wtv) thank you <33 |

stress reduction [requested] ✧ | request: "shower s-x with luke hughes help" |

tightling ♡ request: "luke hughes + reader doing tiktok couple trends??" part two, part three?

⇨ nico hischier¹³

olive theory ♡ | you and nico have only been dating for 6 months but both of you are convinced you've found the one, and a certain theory proves you right. |

𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬

⇨ quinn hughes⁴³

you are in love ♡ | 3 times that quinn wanted to tell you he loved you, and the 1 time he finally did. |

cowboy like me ✪ | you and quinn were destined to fail from the beginning. |

the big C [requested] ✧ | "quinn hughes x equipment manager reader smut? maybe it’s the start of the season so the reader is helping him get all his gear fitted and situated and she’s calling him “cap” and “captain” and he ends up feeling some type of way"

cocky ♡ summary | omg could you pls do quinn hughes + couple tiktok trends <3

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥��𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬

⇨ andrei svechnikov³⁷

[bitchinbarzal]

Ends in tears | T Meier

summary: he loved the girl across the hall but he couldn’t help make her cry.

warnings: contains mentions of sex, smut!

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Nico had asked around about an apartment early February and you jumped to tell him your neighbour had just moved.

When Timo moved in you fell head first in love and it was bad for your health. With every soft smile, every platonic hug and wink you fell harder.

Nico had warned both of you not to get involved

“It can only end in tears”

His warning fell on deaf ears as you found yourself falling into bed with the devil.

“Oh, fuck!” You moaned into the pillow while Timo’s hips snapped to yours.

“God babygirl…” he groaned, grabbing a handful of your to lift the top of your body off the sheets “You’re fucking perfect”

You cried out, reaching back to hold onto his hand that’s in your hair “T- Fuck, harder!”

A smirk crept onto his face “Yeah? This what you want?” He muttered before slamming into you, throwing both of you forward onto the sheets again, his cum dripping of you onto the black sheets.

He stayed the night and multiple nights after.

When the season ended in the heartbreaking way it did, he didn’t go straight back to Herisau he stayed to be with you for a couple of weeks.

The two of you headed to Cancun to tan on sun loungers, drink cocktails and have way too much sex.

You were on cloud nine, the smile never left your face. You spent the sunset by the beach, leaning back into his chest while he held you.

“I think this is the happiest I’ve ever been… Nico was wrong, no tears”

He kisses the top of your head “I’d never make you cry”

Your love bubble popped swiftly after heading back to New Jersey when Timo did have to go back to Switzerland, leaving you just waiting for him to come back.

During the off season you still had work, stuck to your routine and watching Timo living life on Yachts and partying in Ibiza.

With each week his texts slowly fizzled out until you were left on read.

You knew he’d returned to Jersey, Nico had told you but also you’d seen him coming into the building from time to time.

You ran into him on the first day of training camp, both of you leaving the house at the same time.

You caught eyes and his immediately darted away, as if he couldn’t look at you.

A lump formed in your throat and you smiled softly “Good to see you got back safe, haven’t heard from you”

“Yeah” he mumbled, trying to find his key “Been busy”

You hummed “Yeah ok” and walked off, rushing to close the elevator door before he could get in.

You tried your best to avoid him for weeks, not being able to handle the crushing feeling in your chest.

Timo had noticed your absence in the hallways and the elevator or even at team events when you’d usually be with Nico the whole time.

The season was a few weeks in and you were making dinner, only to find you hadn’t bought an onion. Instead of walking to the store you were just going to ask Timo for one.

You stared at his door from yours for a moment to gain courage before you knocked. Except instead of a

“Hang on” or a “Gimme a sec!”

You could hear him moaning along with female voice calling out to him

“Oh Timo, harder! Harder!”

You gasped lowly, hand clasping over your mouth while you tried not to cry.

Back in your apartment you slammed the door shut, throwing yourself against it and lowering yourself to the floor before you began sobbing.

You’d been there long enough to hear him letting her out, watching through the peephole as they kissed, her hands lingering on his shirtless body too long for your liking.

You thought back to that day on the beach, pressed against his chest while he told you he’d never make you cry.

He lied right to you and you trusted him like an idiot.

The devils headed out on a week long roadie after that so you had time, no Timo around.

When they returned that weekend Timo immediately noticed your front door mat was gone.

Then before he could open his door yours opened and out walked a couple and a woman with a clipboard

“So as you can see the house- oh hello! Nice to meet the neighbours” Timo frowns

“Neighbours?”

“We just bought this apartment! It’s lovely to meet you” the husband explains.

“But that’s y/n’s house” is all he said before the agent said

“Yes Miss Y/L/N moved this past week, let’s go get that paperwork done!”

Leaving Timo more than confused when he entered his apartment. He looked down to his feet where an envelope sat with his name in your handwriting.

He shut his eyes and sighed before picking it up, the weight of it let him know exactly what it was.

Settling into the apartment he ripped the envelope, his keys falling out along with a note.

Timo,

I’m returning your spare key, I won’t need it anymore. Maybe your new neighbour will water the plants! I can’t be here anymore, watching you be happy when you single handedly broke my heart.

Nico was right, this ended in tears and you promised you’d never make me cry.

Goodbye T

The paper scrunched in his hand while he huffed, attempting not to let his tears fall.

“It always ends in tears”

[wyattjohnston]

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Carolina Hurricanes

Andrei Svechnikov

With Love, And Forever Yours by @callsign-denmark for @ teokka

Frederik Andersen

Little Do You Know by @knifeshoeboys for @ mp0625

Teuvo Teräväinen

Jouluiloa by @mp0625 for @ callsign-denmark

Chicago Hawks

Anthony Beauvillier

tell me who i run to (if not you) by @offside-the-lines for @ bqstqnbruin

Dallas Stars

Tyler Seguin

champagne buzz down to my toes by @thewintersoldier for @ senditcolton

Detroit Red Wings

Alex Lyon

in love love by @jackhues by @ 2manytabsopen

JT Compher

bad at love by @matthewtkachuk for @ comphy-and-cozy

Florida Panthers

Matthew Tkachuk

Back to You by @tkwrites for @ luvsherleafs

My Sweet Girl by @selfindulgentpoorlywritten for @ matthewtkachuk

Montreal Canadiens

Cole Caufield

All This Time by @lifeofpriya for @ prettytoxicrevolver

New Jersey Devils

Jack Hughes

and all at once, you're all i want (i'll never let you go) by @writingonleaves for @ wildrangers

And he feels like home by @gravestrain for @ one-night-story

I Don't Know You, But I Would Love to Meet You by @one-night-story for @ writingonleaves

I Found by @teokka for @ sydnikov

John Marino

Odds were against us by @ladylooch for @ pcttymcrlecu

Nico Hischier

big, big plans by @tonyspep for @ kurlyteuvo

I'm Still Glad I Met You by @senditcolton for @ offside-the-lines

the ink on your skin by @sydnikov for @ selfindulgentpoorlywritten

Timo Meier

What My World Spins Around by @cellythefloshie for @ ladylooch

New York Islanders

Mat Barzal

dreams of someone by @pcttymcrlecu for @ fallinallincurls

love it if we made it by @comphy-and-cozy for @ thewintersoldier

Work Husband by @2manytabsopen for @ twopeoplecanchange

Ottawa Senators

Jakob Chychrun

bet all i have on that furrowed brow by @thomasschabot for @ wyattjohnston

Thomas Chabot

Head & Heart by @kurlyteuvo for @ thomasschabot

Seattle Kraken

Philipp Grubauer

I never thought by @laurenairay for @ knifeshoesboys

Toronto Maple Leafs

Auston Matthews

4 + 1 by @prettytoxicrevolver for @ tonyspep

William Nylander

Guilty by @typical-simplelove for @ lifeofpriya

The Planets and the Fates and All the Stars Aligned by @wildrangers for @ jackhues

Vancouver Canucks

Brock Boeser

Hotel Room by @lam-ila for @ gravestrain

in picture frames, in all my dreams, you’re the one i want by @fallinallincurls for @ laurenairay

Elias Pettersson

Lately you’ve been on my mind by @laurenairay for @ typical-simplelove

Quinn Hughes

Anything to Make it Right by @kurlyteuvo for @ lam-ila

Mistletoe Confession by @sc0tters for @ tkwrites

The Party's Over, Go Home by @bqstqnbruin for @ sc0tters

Winnipeg Jets

Adam Lowry

breaking all my rules by @wyattjohnston for @ cellythefloshie

if the person you wrote for hasn’t read and reblogged your fic, please tell me.

[leaentries]

Can you do Timo with a breeding/daddy kink? Thank you!

➛ one of my favorite topics is timo with a breeding kink, because it’s so intense for him.

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“Fuck!” Your threw your head back as Timo relentlessly pounded into you. You had recently gone on birth control, opting to stop using a condom. A holy shit, was your boyfriend enjoying it.

“Feel how deep I am, baby?” He grabbed your thighs, pushing them up into your stomach, “Gonna fill this pussy up.”

You whined as yet another bone-shocking orgasm overtook your senses. You had lost count at how many rounds you’ve gone.

“Yeah, your pussy just wants to be filled, that’s it, huh?”

You babbled nonsense, your brain drunk with the thought of Timo thrusting his cum deep into your warm core. His chest heaved as his movements grew sloppy. He was close.

“That’s it, princess. Squeeze my cock like a good girl.” And even though he knew you were on birth control, the thought of getting your pregnant made his balls clench with the need to release.

His hips stuttered as he came, pumping you full of his white finish.

“You’re gonna look so fucking hot, all full of my babies.” 

Timo gently removed his softening cock, mesmerized by the sight of his spent leaking from your abused hole. He dipped two fingers in, collecting his release deep inside of you.

“Gotta keep it all in, baby.”

[sc0tters]

Kinkmas 2023

Hello and welcome to my take on kinkmas, otherwise known as 12 days of smut as we lead up to that festive day in the year Christmas.

Whilst this account has only been around since July I wanted to have a moment where I thanked you all for the love and support that we have amassed here, truly never thought it was possible!

I am usually pretty free with who can be requested but this time round we have a few very important rules:

players can only be used once (this includes the threesome day too) so choose wisely!

players have to be in the NHL and have to be 21 or over.

as always this is on a first come first serve basis so get your requests in before all of the slots are taken!

so happy requesting and even happier reading my lovlies, have a great holiday!

𝟏. 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆

↳ matthew tkachuk

𝟐. 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐓

↳ sidney crosby

𝟑. 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

↳ mikko rantanen

𝟒. 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆

↳ nico hischier

𝟓. 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐆𝐄

↳ kirby dach

𝟔. 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄

↳ miro heiskanen and roope hintz

𝟕. 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐓𝐎𝐘𝐒

↳ jack hughes

𝟖. 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊

↳ matthew knies

𝟗. 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆

↳ quinn hughes

𝟏𝟎. 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐀

↳ trevor zegras

𝟏𝟏. 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘

↳ timo meier

𝟏𝟐. 𝐕𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐌

↳ arber xhekaj

[ladylooch]

Breaking All My Rules - [Timo X Emma]

A/N: Happy, happy birthday to our main squeeze, thick thigh, fashion model, Timo!

Original request: I love rereading L&L and following along with Emma and Timo’s storyline, but I’m curious to know more about the briefly mentioned story (that Nico loves so much) about them fooling around on his dock. Can you give more explanation?

Summary: In the summer of 2022, FWB Timo and Emma are making the most of their last morning together on the dock, blissfully unaware of their audience. 

Word Count: 3.8k 

The soles of Nico’s black and white Nike’s slap at the embedded rock of his front steps as he climbs up them. He yawns, wishing he was still back in Milan getting some much needed R&R and stuffing his face full of Italian delicacies. Instead, he is home earlier than planned to prepare for a vigorous week of off-season training. 

Nico punches in the numbers to the code for his front door. He hears the tell tale scrape of the lock releasing then pushes in. Light music plays through the sound system as he steps into the air conditioned space. He glances around at the kitchen, seeing wine glasses strewn about, clothes in various places throughout the main area, and leftover charcuterie long forgotten on the island. He chuckles. His sister clearly enjoyed her weekend without him. 

“Em?” He calls, pausing to listen for her response. He hears none. He takes his hat off, tossing it onto the counter next to another one he hasn’t seen before. He picks it up, noting the Adidas logo on it. This definitely isn’t his sister’s, but it isn’t his either. He keeps the hat in his hands as he steps forward towards the huge windows overlooking the lake behind his house. His thick eyebrows shoot up his forehead at the current view. 

On the new dock he put in this Spring, his older sister is laying in a man’s lap, topless, extended back with her bare tits in the air while the man sucks on one of them.

“Holy. Fucking…” Nico mutters, looking away. He steps back a few paces, putting his hands on his hips. He looks down at the hat again, then turns it to the side. Etched into the cloth in white thread is the number 28. Nico stares at it, then hesitantly looks back towards the dock. Emma has leaned forward, smothering the man’s face into her chest. The man lifts her up, then turns her, facing the house. 

A tunnel of focus brings Nico’s full attention to his face.

Timo Meier lays Emma Hischier on the dock. Nico gapes as his Team Switzerland teammate stares down at Nico’s half naked sister like she’s his next meal. Timo’s fingers glide down Emma’s body, then dip into her biking bottoms. Nico swerves backwards.

“What the fuck?” Nico mutters to himself. 

Then, like a car wreck, he watches as Timo brings his face between her legs, kissing the inside of her thighs.

There is no way in hell Nico is sticking around to see more. 

He slaps a hand over his eyes and backs fully away from the window. He turns on his heel, the rubber of his shoes squeaking against the wood floors. His hand dashes through his hair as he tries to wrap his head around what he just saw, while also deleting the images of his naked older sister.

Without thinking more about it, Nico grabs the handles of his travel bag and walks right back out of his house.

What the hell was that?

- - -

Behind Emma Hischier’s closed eyes, swirls of light ricochet off the back of her eye lids. She follows them as they bounce along the dark spaces while trying to ignore how good it feels to have Timo’s thumb rubbing her ankle. 

It’s almost too comfortable for her. 

The way his skin warms hers. 

How good it feels to be touched and taken care of by somebody else. 

How the silence between them isn’t awkward or from a lack of connection. 

It’s all easy and effortless. Just like this whole weekend has been.

“I was thinking I could grill something for you before I go.” Timo’s voice cuts through the stillness of the lake day air. 

“That would be nice. There is steak in the fridge.” Emma murmurs in response.

“Would you like that?”

“Yeah.” She says, opening up her eyes.

Her sunglasses shield her eyes from the afternoon sun. She rests on her back, on a towel to protect her skin from the hot, dock surface. Her bikini straps have been shifted slightly off her shoulders to avoid unnecessary tan lines. Timo told her to take it off completely, but she saw Nico’s neighbor out earlier and wasn’t interested in giving her a show. 

“I’ll go up there and take it out, so it can get to room temperature.”

“Thank you.” Emma murmurs. 

The dock shakes below her back as Timo walks up the dock and back to the house. Once he is gone, Emma sighs, looking towards the sun’s position in the sky. It won’t be long before Timo will be leaving to head back to his place.

If Emma was being honest, she has had a lot of fun since Timo arrived to Nico’s on Friday afternoon. They’ve spent the entire weekend together playing house, making meals, watching the sunset on the dock, and falling into her bed together. Nico has been on a trip with friends in Milan, but he is due back this evening, which means Timo will be leaving well before he arrives to keep their secret. 

A weird flutter expands in her chest, but Emma refuses to call disappointment by it’s name. 

She just had a fun weekend and maybe isn’t quite ready to go back to the grind of her summer events tomorrow. 

As a self-proclaimed workaholic, that doesn’t alarm her at all…

The dock sways under the weight of Timo returning from the house. 

“I brought you another Diet Coke. Even though this is probably going to cut your life short.”

“Add it to the list.” She shrugs, sitting up to grab it from him. He frowns at her as she takes a sip. “Stop.” She sasses back to his scrunched nose slapping his thick thigh lightly.

“Maybe I want you around for awhile.”

Emma lets those words hang in the air between them for a moment before she looks away, across the water to the big houses that line the lake. 

Timo reaches for her cheek, brushing the backs of his fingers across it, then working his way to grab her chin. He brings her brown gaze back to his face. 

“I know I said this yesterday, but I’ve had a lot of fun with you this weekend.”

“Me too.” Emma admits. She reaches for his arm, scratching her nails down the inside of his forearm before she rests her hand in the crook of his bent elbow. Timo runs his tongue along his upper teeth then leans in to kiss her. It’s gentle, searching almost, like he is looking for her lips to let him into the wall she is putting back up around her. 

But Emma can’t. Just like she can’t be feeling any of these little flutters in her stomach when she catches him look at her from across the room. Or the way guilt scratches at her brain when he seems so disappointed as she puts her clothes back on to leave his place. 

This is not what they agreed on in Prague years ago and Emma hates being the fun police by reminding him what they’re supposed to be to each other.

“I can tell your mind is racing right now.” Timo whispers against her lips. “And it never means good things for me.” He pulls away, reaching for her sunglasses to take them off. Emma bites her lip immediately, feeling vulnerable as he soaks her in. She’s worried if he looks too close he will see it… whatever this feeling inside of her is that lights her soul on fire.

“Make me stop thinking.” She mumbles. He’s so good at that. At using his body to make her forget everything else except how damn good he makes her feel.

Timo’s big arm wraps around her, easily bringing her into his lap. The bottoms of her biking settle on the ties of his swim trunks where he has swelled beneath their closure. His lips find hers, sucking her bottom one into his mouth to nibble. Emma’s hands find their place running up his throat to his jaw. She cups his face, deepening their kiss by pressing her chest into his collarbones, giving herself leverage above him. 

Timo breaks away from her lips, licking down her throat then continuing his path with his lips. Emma feels the brush of his fingers at the back of her neck before her biking top slacks over her breasts. She looks down, watching him nuzzle the valley of her cleavage before he takes a pointed peak into his mouth. Emma’s head knocks back and a breathy whimper releases from her mouth.

“Gonna miss these tits, babe.” He sighs, then laps at her again almost like he is trying to memorize the feel of her on his tongue. He kisses his way across to the other nipple, then teases and plumps it. 

Emma threads her fingers deeper into Timo’s hair, then shoves him further into her breasts. He chuckles against her skin, rolling so he is on top of her. He sits back on his heels, looking down at her bare chest and barely covered pussy, then smirks. His fingers drag down the warm skin of her abdomen, slightly wet from sweat before he fingers her bikini bottoms. 

“Could just pull these to the side right now.” His fingertips slide under the elastic band, then the backs of his knuckles slide over her slick folds. Emma’s eyes screw shut, pressing her hips down to make more contact with him. “Thought you might of had enough after this morning.” He murmurs, referencing how she had shaken on him and squeezes her legs together when it became too much. ‘But you’re never gonna have enough of me are you, Em?”

Timo leans down, pressing his lips to her inner thigh. His tongue traces up the soft skin to the edge of her bottoms, then back down, teasing and edging her. He does the same thing to the other side, then presses his mouth in a kiss over her clothed clit. Emma pulses beneath his mouth as his blue eyes raise to hers. 

He wants her to beg. 

She isn’t above it at this point.

“Please. One more time.” She bites her lips after she says it.

“Gonna need you to moan my name the whole time, okay?” Emma nods eagerly. 

Timo slides her bottoms to the side, licking up her soaked slit until he reaches her clit. His fingers come to her puffy lips, spreading them wide so she can keep her legs relatively closed. He exposes her clit to the warm air, then laps at it with his tongue. 

“Timo.” She moans obediently as he goes back to vacuum the bud into his mouth. 

“Fuck, you taste good for me, Em.” He coos back to her. He tilts her hips up a bit with his big hand, then starts to devour her like the meal she presents herself as. 

Emma calls his name again, louder and more desperate this time. Her mouth holds it’s self open, head falling back to the dock. 

“Oh fuck.” She whimpers as two fingers circle her entrance then plunge in. He curls them up, wagging his tongue against her clit rapidly as he pumps into her slowly. “Timoooo.” She extends the last letter then laughs, then rapidly exhales. “Oh fuck. Fuck.” She repeats herself. 

After all the sex they’ve had this weekend, she shouldn’t be this close, but he’s so damn good at eating her out, she can’t help it.

She catapults over the edge and lands face first into the abyss. The orgasm is so intense it almost hurts as she clenches around his fingers and shakes on the dock like it’s this morning all over again. One hand finds his forehead, then squeezes his hair in the spaces of her fingers.

“T… oh my god.” She groans, covering her face with her other hand.

Birds chirp in the distance. The waves lap the shore. It should bring Emma’s awareness back to where they are, but instead it just fuels the flutters of her orgasm. Timo pulls her fingers away, plunging his tongue into her mouth so she can taste the tang of her on his mouth. The rushed frantic kisses, collapse into sweet smooches as Emma melts on the dock below Timo. 

“I don’t have a condom on me. We used the last one this morning.” Timo murmurs against her lips. “What do you want to do?”

“I want to trust each other.” She sighs into his final kiss. Timo puts his forehead against her collar bone. 

“Fuck, Em. You make me break all my rules.” He groans. Then he stands, picking her up. “As much as I want to do this where the whole lake can see us, I also don’t want anyone else to see you taking my cock as good as you do.” Emma chuckles, pressing her breasts into his bare chest to hide her from the world like he wants. 

“You don’t want everyone to see me come all over you?” He grunts, almost like a growl, then hoists her up higher into his arms where her thighs are slipping off his hips.

“Gonna make you ride me until you can’t anymore.” He stops halfway up the yard to bite her collarbone. Emma tosses her head back to laugh, then chews her bottom lip as he sucks at the hollow of her throat. 

“You better keep going or we aren’t going to make it to the house. We’ll be christening this fire pit.” 

Timo practically trips through the door when they get inside. He tries to make a beeline for the couch, but Emma says no.

“My room.” She tells him. “Wanna smell us in my sheets later.” She isn’t sure if she should have said that, but then Timo looks at her like that and she is glad she did. 

With him, she is always living like it could be the last time because one day it will be. 

And she doesn’t want to have any regrets. 

Timo kicks her bedroom door open then shut before dropping her on the bed. She grabs at his swimsuit, pushing it down his wide hips and thighs. His cock juts out against her mouth as she greedily laps her tongue at him. His fingers tangle into her hair then she rolls her lips down him. His balls tighten immediately, head knocking back, desperate groan shoving from his throat. His fingerprints bleed into her scalp, putting pressure to shove her down his shaft more. She chokes on him and precum oozes into her mouth. 

“Off.” He commands. “I’m not coming anywhere but inside of you.”

Emma’s stomach drops at his comment, excitement and anticipation rushing through her body as she waves for him to get on the bed. He sits down, then she shoves him the rest of the way to his back. She puts her fingers on his chin, then turns his face to the right, so they’re staring at their reflection in her mirror.

“If you won’t let others watch, you better watch. The entire time.” Timo’s tongue pauses in mid lick of his lips. He settles a bit more into the bed, then reaches a hand up to slap her ass, then harshly grip it.

“Saddle up, Hischier.”

Emma smirks as she lowers her hips. She lets her pussy lips kiss his cock then tilts them back up. His hips chase at her and she tisks him, shoving her hands into his chest. Then she does it again and again, until he can’t keep his eyes on them in the mirror because they’re screwed shut in agony.

“Timo.” She chastises him. 

“I am nicer to you than this.” He points out. Her torturous behavior has him close to flipping her over and pinning her down with a hand on the back of her neck. She can feel it in the way his hands shake on her. 

“Maybe. But me being nice isn’t what keeps you coming back for more.” She turns his face back to the mirror. “Watch.”

Once satisfied with his eyes back in place, she grips the base of his shaft, rubbing it through her wet slit. She tilts her head to the side, rubbing him through again, biting her lip and moaning her appreciation for him. She does this until she can’t stand it, then slides him back to her entrance and presses her hips down. 

She swallows Timo is one press, more than ready, dripping even, at their fun both outside and in here. Timo’s fingers grip her hips tightly. Emma holds his hands on her, loosening his grip on purpose so she can roll on him the way she wants to. Timo moves his hands to her wrists, gripping them to watch her use her hands on her own body to keep steady. She moves like a wake on a lake, rolling then collapsing, shifting up and down to build enough momentum for them both to reach their next high. 

“I love watching you fuck me.” Timo grunts. She can already feel the way he is coming undone beneath her. She turns to look at his face in the mirror, seeing the way his eyes scrunch tight again.

“Timo, let go.” Emma coos to him. 

“No, it feels too fucking good. Want it to last forever.” He groans. “Fondue… running hills… um.. the pythagorean theorem…” 

Emma laughs, inadvertently tightening her pussy around him as she sits fully on his cock. Her ass rests on the top of his thighs as she rolls her hips in a circle.

“Oh you’re killing me.” He groans, bringing a hand to his forehead. He licks his lips, looking up at her blissed out face. 

Sex with Timo is so fun. He’s so charming and funny, always making her laugh even as he tries not to finish early. He also knows exactly what she needs. He breaks his hands away from hers, lifting her ass to hold her up as he begins to pound into her. 

“You’re having too much fun torturing me.” He hisses at her. “Need you to explode all over me, baby.” 

Emma shivers in his arms, nipples tightening from the force of his thrusts. Maybe she should take the tempo back from him, but she doesn’t want to. Not when it feels this damn exquisite. The room fills with the sound of skin smacking together. Wetness drips down Timo’s shaft from her core. She bring her hands up to her nipples, tweaking them as she begins to pant desperately on top of him. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She squeaks out, sounding pornographic as he hits that spot inside of her she needs. “Timo!” She wails out, then collapses forward onto his chest. Her eyes screw shut as her orgasm rocks her, squeezing the cum from Timo’s tip immediately. He jerks up into her a few more times, pressing her ass back down to collect all of him before he stops, completely sheltered inside of her. 

Emma’s cheek glues to Timo’s sweaty chest below her. A voice in the back of her mind whispers that maybe this for a while wouldn’t be so bad. But the cold dose of reality is that Timo lives 6,000 miles away from her for most of the year. She gets him at his best. This has to be enough for her, or she needs to walk away. Right now before this feeling in her chest blooms into a full blown problem she’ll have to face.

Emma pushes up to a sitting position, stretching her arms high for a moment before slipping off of Timo. He slides out of her, flattening against his abdomen. Emma strolls into her adjoining bathroom, shutting the door to clean herself up. When she comes out, Timo is laying propped up on her pillows. She tosses him a clean washcloth. He cleans himself with it, then reaches out a hand for her to join him in bed again. Emma shakes her head slowly.

“Nico will be home soon.” She expects resistance, but Timo nods in understanding.

“Do you want me to grill your steak before I go?”

“Oh. No, I can do it. I know how to grill.”

“Of course you do.” He sighs like he is tired, then pushes himself off her bed.

He goes over to his bag, pulling out fresh underwear, shorts and a t-shirt to change into. He stuffs his dirty clothes into the designer bag while Emma re-dresses in a light, athletic outfit. She fixes her pony tail then leads him out of her room towards the front door. 

Behind her, Timo’s slow footsteps follow. He pauses in the main area, scanning around for anything he might have missed. He sees his Adidas hat resting on the counter next to Nico’s, plopping it back onto his head backwards after slicking his hair back. 

Then he follows Emma to the door. Timo parked down the street to avoid the neighbors seeing his car as well as Nico incase they were cutting time too close. 

“Thank you for this weekend.” Timo says as he hugs her. His scent fills her nostrils full of clean laundry and sex. Emma presses her nose into his shoulder, furious with the way her chest pinches at the thought of him slipping from her arms. 

This has never happened before. She doesn’t want him to go. 

This weekend was a terrible fucking idea. It has her brain all scrambled with conflicting priorities and wants. 

She needs to get her shit together. 

“When am I gonna see you again? Summer always go so fast for me.”  He asks, pinching her chin with his thumb and pointer finger. Emma resists the urge to fall into him again, to get lost in the house they’ve been playing. But it’s not what she wants. She wants a successful career and a life that doesn’t revolve around a sports league across the globe.

That’s his dream. Not hers. 

Emma kisses him quickly, fingers pressing into his chest where she soaks up the feel of him under her finger tips for her memories.

“Bye, Timo.” She says as her fingers fall away from his body.

“You didn’t answer me?”

“Because I don’t know when I will.” Timo steps back, huffy with an eye roll. Emma crosses her arms over her chest. “We don’t make plans.” She reminds him.

“No, we just play house.” He laughs. It doesn’t seem genuine or amused. He steps off the porch, hauling his Louis Vuitton duffle bag with him. He pops the trunk of his expensive sports car, then tosses his bag inside with attitude. The trunk closes forcefully, making Emma suck her cheek in response. 

“Drive safe.” She murmurs. He sets her with a steely blue gaze, then pops his sunglasses on, shielding himself from her.

“Have a good summer, Em.” 

Emma keeps her face neutral until his car reverses, then purses her lips as she watches him drive away. 

Well, I guess that ends that, she thinks.

For now.

Read more Timo and Emma here.

[hd-junglebook]

Its Always Been You

Part 4 / Word Count 5816

Masterlist

Summary: And so, the trip to Michigan begins with a little surprise guest.

In the dim glow of his bedroom, Jack's world felt like it was crumbling around him. The shadows danced across the walls, mirroring the chaos within his mind.  Jack's hands trembled as he held the phone to his ear, his breathing uneven and his heart racing.

"Luke, I don't know what to do with myself," Jack's voice trembled, a mix of anguish and vulnerability. His eyes were glassy with unshed tears, and his free hand clenched into a tight fist.  

"I've acted like a complete fool all week. Y/n hates me. I'm feeling… I'm feeling things I never felt before for y/n, and I think I've finally lost my mind."

Luke's harsh tone cut through the silence, his confusion evident. "Jack, what the hell are you talking about?" There was a rustling sound on the other end of the line, as if Luke was sitting up in bed, suddenly alert.

Jack's pacing resumed, his frustration palpable. He ran his fingers through his disheveled hair, his footsteps heavy against the carpeted floor.

The room felt suffocating, the walls closing in on him as he struggled to contain his emotions.

"I told y/n I knew how she felt about me, and then I broke her heart. She left me all alone for three days. Jesus, I just saw her locking lips with some loser in the hallway. It's taking everything in me not to go out there and drag him outside."

"Jack…" Luke barely got out before he was interrupted again.

Before Luke could respond, Jack's voice rose again, defiant and emotional. "I'm not done." He halted his pacing, standing in front of his dresser where a picture of y/n and him sat.

It was from the night of his draft party, a snapshot of happier times. Jack's fingers traced the edges of the frame, his eyes fixated on y/n's smiling face. The photograph seemed to mock him, a cruel reminder of what he had thrown away.

He thought back to that night, his emotions, how he begged her to leave her life behind and move to New Jersey. The memory was vivid, the excitement and hope he felt then now replaced by a crushing sense of regret.

The scent of her perfume, the warmth of her hand in his, the sparkle in her eyes—it all came flooding back, intensifying the ache in his chest.

Rustling came through the speaker of Jack's phone. "I ruined us, Luke. I've ruined the best thing I've ever had." Jack's voice cracked, a single tear escaping and rolling down his cheek.

"Dude, it's almost 12am, and you're babbling about something everyone and their mom knew already. How long did you think you could fight your feelings?" Luke's tone softened, a mix of exasperation and concern.

"I don't know, Luke." Jack stayed still for a moment, his shoulders slumped in defeat. The door of their apartment closed, and he hung up on Luke when he heard footsteps approaching.

Jack perked up, holding his breath as he listened to them get closer. His heart raced, a glimmer of hope sparking in his chest.

Another door closed, leading Jack to swing open his door. Y/n had already closed her door, the click of her lock reverberating through the silent apartment.

Jack's hand hovered over her doorknob, his fingers trembling. He wanted to knock, to apologize, to pour his heart out, but fear and uncertainty held him back.

…

The sound of her alarm woke her from her restless sleep, the shrill beeping cutting through the stillness of the early morning. Her eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the darkness around her.

The room was bathed in a deep, melancholic blue, the shadows clinging to the corners and casting an air of despair. The curtains, a soft, sheer fabric, billowed gently in the breeze from the slightly open window, allowing a sliver of pale moonlight to penetrate the gloom.

"Here we go again," she mumbled groggily, her voice heavy with exhaustion and resignation. The words felt thick on her tongue.

She sat up in her bed, allowing the blanket to fall in a heap on her waist. The sheets, once a comforting embrace, now felt suffocating, tangled around her legs like the thoughts that consumed her mind.

y/n looked around the room with despair, her gaze lingering on the familiar objects that held countless memories—the framed photographs on the dresser, the stack of well-worn books on the nightstand, the discarded clothing strewn across the floor.

Y/n sighed again, the sound echoing in the emptiness of the room. She pushed the blanket off of herself fully, the cool air of the apartment sending a shiver down her spine.

Her steps were light as she dressed herself, opting for comfort over style for the plane ride back to Michigan. She pulled on a soft, oversized sweater, the fabric enveloping her like a comforting hug, and a pair of well-worn leggings that had seen better days.

As she moved about the room, gathering her belongings, the floorboards creaked beneath her feet, the sound amplified by the silence that hung heavy in the air. The scent of stale coffee and the lingering aroma of chocolate chip cookies wafted through the apartment.

Jack's door opened across from her room, his yawning loud against the stark silence of the world outside their little apartment. The sound made her flinch, her body tensing as she braced herself for the inevitable encounter.

She could hear his footsteps, the shuffling of his feet against the hardwood floor, and the rustling of his clothing as he moved about his room.

Y/n rolled her eyes, not ready to interact with Jack just yet. The thought of facing him, of seeing the guilt and regret in his eyes, made her stomach churn. She focused on the task at hand, pulling her suitcase up to the door, the wheels squeaking against the floor.

Her eyes landed on the corkboard that hung on the wall beside the door, the pictures of their innocent smiles and young faces causing her heart to break even more.

In one picture, they were grinning broadly, their arms wrapped around each other's waists as they posed in front of a sunset on the beach. In another, they were dressed in formal attire, attending a friend's wedding, their eyes sparkling with happiness and love.

Y/n's fingers traced the edges of the photographs, the glossy paper cool beneath her touch. A lump formed in her throat as she studied each image. She could feel the sting of tears behind her eyes, the emotions she had been trying so hard to suppress threatening to spill over.

She pulled the door open, rushing past the open bathroom where Jack stood in the mirror, his toothbrush dangling from his mouth and a look of surprise etched on his face.

Y/n moved with the speed of a cheetah, her feet pounding against the floor as she made a beeline for the safety of the kitchen.

Just as she thought she had escaped the awkwardness, the front door jingled, keys rattling against the metal knob like a mischievous poltergeist trying to gain entry.

Y/N stood frozen in place, her body rigid with shock as the door to the apartment swung open. The sudden intrusion had caught her completely off guard, and she felt as if she had been turned to stone, unable to move or speak.

As she watched, a tuft of blonde hair bounced into view, the golden locks reminding her of the fairy tale character Goldilocks. But this was no innocent child stumbling upon a bear's cottage; this was a full-grown woman barging into her home uninvited.

"Daphne? What the hell are you doing here?" Y/N managed to choke out, her voice rising in pitch with each word until it reached a near-shriek. The disbelief and anger dripped from her tongue like bitter honey, leaving a foul taste in her mouth.

Jack's girlfriend fully entered the apartment, dragging a garishly pink suitcase behind her. It was as if she had packed her entire life into that one piece of luggage, ready to move in and stake her claim.

The suitcase was so bright it hurt Y/N's eyes, a beacon of chaos signaling the impending doom that was about to unfold.

From the corner of her eye, Y/N saw Jack emerge from the bathroom, toothbrush still dangling from his mouth. White foam dripped down his chin, making him look like a rabid dog caught in the act.

His eyes widened as he took in the scene before him, darting back and forth between the two women as if trying to comprehend the gravity of the situation he had found himself in.

Daphne's gaze flicked between Jack and Y/N, her initial smile slowly fading as realization dawned on her face. "We planned this months ago, silly," she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness.

"Non-refundable ticket. We talked about this, Jack. It's only been three months; you can't get rid of me that easily."

She let out a laugh that sounded more like a witch's cackle, her eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief and something darker, more possessive. It was clear that she had no intention of leaving, no matter how unwelcome her presence might be.

Y/N felt her heart sink into her stomach, a wave of nausea washing over her as the reality of the situation hit her like a ton of bricks. Daphne was here, in their home, and it seemed that Jack had been keeping even more secrets than she had realized.

The air in the apartment suddenly felt thick and suffocating, the tension so palpable you could cut it with a knife. Y/N's mind raced with a million questions, a million accusations, but she couldn't seem to form the words.

All she could do was stand there, frozen in place, as the world she had built with Jack came crashing down around her like a house of cards.

Jack let out a heavy sigh, his hand rubbing the front of his scalp as if trying to erase the memory of ever agreeing to this disastrous plan. His face scrunched up like he had just bitten into a particularly sour lemon, the bitterness of the situation leaving a foul taste in his mouth.

He glanced sheepishly at Y/N, his eyes darting between the two women like a puppy who had been caught chewing on his owner's favorite pair of shoes.

"Can you give us a sec? Please?" he pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he were afraid that speaking any louder would cause the fragile peace to shatter.

Y/N scoffed, her arms crossing over her chest as she fixed Jack with a withering stare. "No, we have to leave soon, and if I don't have my coffee, I just might jump off the plane dealing with you both," she retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Her eyebrows rose so high they nearly disappeared into her hairline, the thought of being trapped on a plane with these two making her seriously consider grabbing a parachute and taking her chances with gravity.

Jack's face reddened, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "We need privacy though!" he said, his voice tinged with annoyance.

He threw his hands up in the air, as if he were trying to physically push away the awkwardness that had settled over the room like a thick fog. "Could you give us some time?"

Y/N let out a humorless laugh, the sound harsh and grating in the tense silence of the apartment. "Oh, you need privacy? That's rich, coming from the guy who couldn't even bother to tell his best friend that his girlfriend was coming to visit."

She shook her head, her eyes narrowing as she fixed Jack with a look that could have melted steel. "You know what? Fine. You two lovebirds enjoy your little reunion. I'll be in my room, packing my bags and booking a one-way ticket to anywhere but here."

With that, she spun on her heel and stalked off towards her bedroom, her footsteps echoing like gunshots in the stillness of the apartment. She could feel Daphne's eyes boring into her back, could sense the smug satisfaction radiating off the other woman in waves.

But Y/N refused to let it get to her, refused to let the hurt and betrayal show on her face. She had always prided herself on being strong, on being able to handle whatever life threw her way. And she sure as hell wasn't going to let Jack or his girlfriend see her crumble.

As she reached her bedroom door, Y/N paused, her hand resting on the knob. For a moment, she was tempted to turn back, to march right up to Jack and demand an explanation.

But she knew that it would be pointless, knew that whatever he had to say would only make the pain worse.

So instead, she took a deep breath and stepped inside, slamming the door behind her with a resounding thud. And as she sank down onto her bed, her head in her hands and her heart in pieces, Y/N couldn't help but wonder how everything had gone so wrong, so fast.

…

Y/N walked back out into the living room, Daphne turned to her with an expression of exaggerated surprise. Her eyes were wide, and a cute smile was plastered on her face, the kind of smile that made you want to pinch her cheeks but also question the sincerity behind it.

"This is your best friend, right? She's a lot shorter than I remember," Daphne said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. It was clear that she was trying to get under Y/N's skin, to establish her dominance in the situation.

Y/N couldn't help but scoff, her eyes rolling so far back in her head that she nearly caught a glimpse of her own brain. "And you're the EX-girlfriend, right?" she retorted, putting extra emphasis on the "ex" part. Two could play at this game, and Y/N wasn't about to let Daphne win.

Jack let out a groan, his head falling back in frustration. "God, just my luck," he grumbled, his eyes rolling so hard they nearly got stuck in the back of his head.

He knew that he was in for a long and uncomfortable conversation with Daphne, and the thought of it made him want to crawl into a hole and never come out.

Y/N took a deep breath grabbing her coffee, the warm liquid providing a momentary comfort before made her way back out to the kitchen. Y/N grasped the cold metal handle, the chill sending a shiver down her spine.

"Let's go before I change my mind," she said, her voice flat and emotionless. She didn't want to give Jack or Daphne the satisfaction of seeing how much this situation was affecting her, didn't want to let them see the cracks in her carefully constructed façade.

…

The journey to the airport had been a tense affair, with Y/N pointedly ignoring Jack's attempts at conversation and Daphne chattering away obliviously in the background.

Y/N could feel Jack's eyes on her, his gaze heavy with unspoken apologies and explanations, but she refused to meet his eye, focusing instead on the passing scenery outside the car window.

they made their way through the bustling terminal, Jack tried once more to pull Y/N aside, his hand gently grasping her elbow. "Y/N, please, can we just talk about this?" he pleaded, his voice low and urgent.

Y/N yanked her arm away, her eyes flashing with barely contained anger. "There's nothing to talk about, Jack," she hissed, her voice sharp as a knife. "You made your choice, and now we all have to live with the consequences."

Jack's face fell, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "It's not like that, Y/N. If you would just let me explain..."

But Y/N cut him off with a bitter laugh, her head shaking in disbelief. "Explain what, Jack? How you don’t like me? How you play this stupid hot and cold game with me? No, I think I've heard enough explanations to last a lifetime."

She turned to walk away, but Jack's hand shot out once more, his fingers wrapping around her wrist. "Please, Y/N," he whispered, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "I never meant to hurt you. You have to believe that."

For a moment, Y/N wavered, her resolve crumbling in the face of Jack's obvious distress. But then she caught sight of Daphne waiting impatiently by the gate, her foot tapping, and her arms crossed, and the anger came rushing back in full force.

"I don't have to believe anything, Jack," she said, her voice cold and distant. "You made your bed, and now you have to lie in it. I just want to forget about all of this and move on with my life. So please, just leave me alone."

With that, she wrenched her arm from his grasp and strode towards the gate, her head held high and her heart shattered into a million pieces.

The seating arrangement on the plane felt like a cruel joke, a twisted game of fate that had placed Y/N in the middle of the very chaos she had been trying to escape.

She found herself sandwiched between Jack and Daphne, her body pressed against the cool glass of the window as if she could somehow merge with the clouds and drift away from the awkwardness that permeated the air.

Jack sat rigidly in the middle seat, his body a tense barrier between Y/N and Daphne. Y/N could feel the heat of his skin, could smell the familiar scent of his cologne, and it made her heart ache with a longing she couldn't quite suppress.

On Jack's other side, Daphne slept peacefully, her head lolling against his shoulder and her soft snores filling the space between them. She seemed blissfully unaware of the silent war raging within Y/N's mind, the turmoil that threatened to consume her from the inside out.

Y/N's foot tapped incessantly against the floor, a nervous habit that betrayed the inner chaos she was desperately trying to conceal. Each tap was like a metronome, counting down the seconds until she could escape the confines of the plane and the suffocating proximity to Jack.

She could feel his eyes on her once more, could sense the weight of his gaze boring into the side of her head. But she refused to look at him. Instead, she focused on the clouds outside the window, on the endless expanse of blue sky that stretched out before her.

Y/N was lost in thought, her mind a whirlwind of emotions and memories, when Jack's hand suddenly shot out, startling her back to reality. Before she could react, he had shoved a headphone into her ear, ignoring the sputtered questions and the look of indignation that flashed across her face.

His fingers brushed against her skin, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. It was a reminder of the connection they once shared, the easy intimacy that had defined their friendship for so many years. Y/N's breath caught in her throat, her heart racing as she tried to process the unexpected gesture.

As the familiar opening credits of her favorite episode of Game of Thrones filled her ear, Y/N's eyes widened in surprise. She glanced at Jack, searching his face for an explanation, but he steadfastly refused to meet her gaze.

His eyes remained fixed on the screen in front of him, as if the answers to all of life's questions could be found in the flickering images.

Y/N couldn't help but steal glances at Jack, her eyes tracing the contours of his face, the curve of his jaw, the way his lashes cast shadows on his cheeks.

Each glance was a silent question, a plea for him to acknowledge the unspoken words that hung between them. But Jack remained stoic, his attention unwavering, as if he had erected an impenetrable wall around himself.

Even as she tried to immerse herself in the show, Y/N couldn't shake the awareness of Jack's presence beside her. The warmth of his body seemed to seep into her skin, igniting a longing that she had tried so hard to suppress.

She could feel the rise and fall of his chest, could hear the soft whisper of his breath, and it made her heart ache with a bittersweet mixture of love and loss.

Beside her, Jack remained a silent presence, his body so close and yet so far away. Y/N couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking, what he was feeling.

…

Y/N stepped out of the airport, the crisp Michigan air filling her lungs and invigorating her senses. She took a deep breath, savoring the familiar scent of pine and freshly cut grass that always seemed to linger in the air.

The sun peeked through the scattered clouds, casting a warm glow on her surroundings and making the world seem a little brighter, a little more hopeful.

She scanned the crowd of people waiting outside the terminal, her eyes searching for a familiar face. And then, like a beacon in the chaos, she spotted him.

There, leaning against a sleek black car, was Luke. A grin spread across his face as he caught sight of her, his eyes crinkling at the corners in the way that had always made her heart skip a beat. "Y/N!" he called out, pushing himself off the car and striding towards her with open arms.

Without hesitation, Y/N dropped her bags and ran to meet him halfway. She threw her arms around his neck, feeling the solid warmth of his body as he wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her off the ground in a spirited hug. For a moment, the world seemed to fall away, and all that mattered was the comfort and familiarity of Luke's embrace.

"I missed you so much," Y/N mumbled into his shoulder, her voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt. She breathed in the scent of him, a mixture of cologne and something uniquely Luke, and felt a wave of nostalgia wash over her.

Luke chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest and vibrating against her own. "I missed you too, shorty. It's good to have you back."

He set her back down on the ground, but kept his arms around her, as if he was afraid she might disappear if he let go. Y/N couldn't help but smile up at him, feeling a sense of warmth and belonging that she hadn't felt in a long time.

Behind them, the sound of footsteps on the pavement broke the spell. Y/N turned to see Jack and Daphne approaching, their faces a mixture of exhaustion and something else, something harder to define. Jack's eyes met hers for a brief moment, a flash of emotion passing between them before he looked away, his jaw clenching.

Luke's arms tightened around Y/N, a silent show of support and protection. "Hey Jack, Daphne," he said, his voice carefully neutral. "Glad you could make it."

Daphne smiled, the expression not quite reaching her eyes. "Thanks for picking us up, Luke. It's been a long flight."

Y/N could feel the tension crackling in the air, the unspoken words and unresolved issues hanging between them like a thick fog. But for now, she pushed them aside, focusing instead on the feeling of Luke's arms around her and the promise of a few days away from the chaos of her life in New Jersey.

Jack moved forward, his arms open wide and a grin plastered on his face, Y/N felt a flicker of hesitation. There was something about his expression that seemed forced, as if he was trying too hard to appear casual and unaffected by the tension that hung thick in the air.

But before Jack could reach them, Luke's hand shot out, smacking the side of his head with a resounding thwack. The sound echoed through the parking lot, drawing the attention of a few curious onlookers. Jack stumbled back, a bewildered look on his face as he rubbed the spot where Luke's hand had made contact.

"Ow, what was that for?" Jack asked, his voice a mix of surprise and mock indignation. His brows furrowed as he looked at Luke, trying to decipher the reason behind the sudden attack. Y/N could see the gears turning in his head, the confusion and hurt flickering behind his eyes.

Luke lowered his voice, his tone stern yet laced with underlying concern. He leaned in closer to Jack, his eyes locked on his brother's, as if he was trying to convey a message that went beyond words.

"For being an idiot and for bringing her here. Did you forget about what you said on the phone?"

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat, her mind racing with the implications of Luke's words. What had Jack said on the phone? What secrets had he been keeping from her, even as he tried to bridge the gap between them?

Jack's face flushed with guilt, the color rising in his cheeks like a crimson tide. His eyes darted to Y/N, then back to Luke, a silent plea for understanding.

For a moment, no one spoke. Y/N could feel Daphne's eyes on her, could sense the other woman's curiosity and suspicion. But she refused to meet her gaze.

Finally, Luke broke the silence, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife. "Come on," Luke said, releasing Y/N and grabbing her bags. "Mom's waiting at home with lunch. She's been cooking up a storm all morning."

Y/N grinned, the thought of Luke's mother's cooking making her mouth water. "Lead the way," she said, falling into step beside him as they made their way to the car.

As they walked, Y/N could feel Jack's eyes on her back, could sense the weight of his gaze boring into her. But she refused to look back, refused to acknowledge the part of her that still longed for his touch, his presence, his love.

Instead, she focused on the warmth of Luke's hand in hers, on the promise of a few days of respite and healing. And as they drove away from the airport, the skyline of Detroit rising up in the distance, Y/N couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope igniting in her chest.

Maybe, just maybe, this trip would be the start of something new, a chance to leave behind the pain and heartache of the past and find a way forward, one step at a time. And with Luke by her side, and the love of her family to guide her, Y/N knew that anything was possible.

…

Lukes’s car pulled up to the familiar two-story house, Y/N felt a wave of nostalgia wash over her. The red brick facade, the white wooden porch, the sprawling oak tree in the front yard - every detail was exactly as she remembered.

She stepped out of the car, the warm breeze caressing her face and tousling her hair. The scent of freshly cut grass filled the air, a sweet perfume that brought back memories of lazy afternoons spent lounging in the sun and late-night conversations under the stars.

Y/N took a deep breath, letting the peace and tranquility of the moment settle over her like a comforting blanket. For the first time in days, she felt the knots of tension in her shoulders begin to loosen, the weight of her worries and fears slowly melting away.

Beside her, Jack and Daphne were unloading their bags from the trunk, their voices a low murmur against the backdrop of chirping birds and rustling leaves. Y/N hesitated for a moment, her eyes lingering on Jack's face, taking in the lines of stress and fatigue that creased his brow.

In that moment, she made a decision. She was tired of being angry, tired of holding onto the hurt and betrayal that had consumed her for so long. Life was too short to waste on grudges and resentment, too precious to let slip away in a haze of bitterness and regret.

With a determined set to her jaw, Y/N strode over to Jack, her steps purposeful and sure. He looked up as she approached, his eyes widening in surprise and a flicker of hope.

"Hey," she said, her voice soft but steady. "I just wanted to say... I'm sorry for the way I've been acting. I know things have been tough lately, but I don't want to keep dwelling on the past. You're my best friend, Jack, and that's never going to change."

Jack's face softened, his eyes shining with a mix of relief and gratitude. "Y/N, I..." he started, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm sorry too. For everything. I never meant to hurt you, and I know I have a lot to make up for. But I'm willing to do whatever it takes to earn your trust again."

Y/N felt a lump form in her throat, the sincerity in Jack's words tugging at her heartstrings. She reached out and took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I know," she said, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "let's just focus on enjoying this trip and being there for each other, okay?"

Jack nodded, his own smile breaking through the clouds of tension that had hung over them for so long. "Okay," he said, his voice filled with a tentative hope. "That sounds perfect."

Together, they made their way up the porch steps, their hands still intertwined. Y/N could feel the warmth of Jack's skin against her own.

"Welcome back, sweetheart," Ellen said, her voice warm and rich like honey. "We've missed you so much."

Y/N felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes. “I've missed you too," she said, her voice muffled against the older woman's shoulder. "It's so good to be home."

…

Luke led Daphne and Y/N up the stairs, their footsteps echoing on the hardwood, Jack seized the opportunity to pull his mother aside. His heart raced, palms sweaty as he glanced nervously between her and the staircase, his body practically vibrating with anxiety.

Ellen's brows furrowed, her maternal instincts kicking into high gear as she sensed her son's distress. She placed a gentle hand on his arm, her touch a silent invitation to share his troubles.

"Jack, honey, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice soft and filled with concern. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

Jack swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. He ran a shaky hand through his hair, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape. But there was none to be found, and he knew that he owed his mother the truth.

With a heavy sigh, he guided her to the couch, his movements stiff and awkward. They sat down, the worn cushions sinking beneath their weight, and for a moment, neither of them spoke.

Finally, Jack broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. "Mom, I... I messed up. Y/N and I, we had a fight. A big one. And I don't know how to fix it."

Ellen's eyes widened, a flicker of disappointment crossing her face. But she remained silent, allowing her son to continue.

"I didn't tell her about Daphne, and she found out in the worst way possible. And now... now she can barely look at me. I don't know what to do, Mom. I can't lose her."

Jack's voice cracked, the tears he had been holding back for so long finally spilling over. He buried his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking with the force of his sobs.

Ellen's heart ached for her son, for the pain and regret that radiated off him in waves. She reached out and pulled him into a hug, her arms wrapping around him like a protective cocoon.

"Oh, Jack," she murmured, her voice filled with a mix of sympathy and gentle chastisement. "I know it's hard, but you have to be honest with the people you love. Secrets have a way of coming out, and they always hurt more in the end."

Jack nodded, his face still buried in his mother's shoulder. "I know," he said, his voice muffled by the fabric of her shirt.

"I just... I didn't want to hurt her. But I ended up doing exactly that." Ellen pulled back, her hands coming up to cup Jack's face. She looked him in the eye, her gaze filled with a wisdom born of years of love and experience.

"Do you remember the time that boy was bothering Y/N in school?" she asked, her voice soft and reminiscent. "You came home with a black eye and a split lip, but you were so proud of yourself for defending her."

Jack's lips twitched, a hint of a smile breaking through the tears. "Yeah, I remember. She was so upset, but I just wanted to make her feel safe."

Ellen nodded, her own smile mirroring her son's. "You brought her back here, to this very house. And you let her lay her head on your lap, and you caressed her hair until she fell asleep. Do you remember what I told you then?"

Jack's brow furrowed, his mind stretching back to that distant memory. "You said... you said that love is the most pure thing you can feel."

Ellen nodded, a knowing smile playing at the corners of her lips. "And I see it in you, Jack. When you look at her. You love her, don't you?"

Jack took a deep breath, his shoulders straightening his heart skipping a beat at his mother's words. He had always known, deep down, that his feelings for Y/N went beyond friendship. But to hear it spoken aloud, to have his deepest secret laid bare... it was both terrifying and exhilarating.

"I... I don't know what to say, Mom," he stammered, his cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and longing. "Y/N and I, we're just friends. And besides, Daphne...” He trailed off, his eyes flickering towards the staircase where his ex-girlfriend had disappeared just moments before.

Ellen sighed "Jack, honey, the longer you wait, the harder it's going to be. Sooner or later, you're going to decide whether you want to be with her in that way or let her go and find love in someone else.”

Jack stood up, his heart lighter than it had been in days. He hugged his mother one last time, breathing in the comforting scent of her perfume. "You're right, Mom. I need to be honest with myself, and with Y/N. But... but I can't do it now. Not with Daphne here. It wouldn't be fair to anyone."

"Ellen patted his cheek, her touch a silent benediction. "I understand, sweetheart. But don't wait too long, okay?

…

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Shaking | T Meier

summary: you mock him for shaking before his speech, he makes you shake instead.

warnings: smut, 18+, unprotected sex, use of cuss words

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“You look nervous” You comment, dropping a drink by Timo as he reads his speech for the millionth time.

He looks up at you “Huh?”

You point to his hand that is holding the paper “You’re shaking T, you nervous?” You tease lightly taking your seat.

He glares “This Is a big deal, quit making fun”

“This Is a big deal” You mimic him in a joking tone “T, Nico isn’t going to care if your speech is perfect you’ve been friends forever!”

He doesn’t reply, simply studying his notes once again and you poke his arm “Quit that shaking, you’ll give yourself away”

Timo only rolls his eyes at you and watches as you strut away to mingle with other guests, staring at your ass as you walk away.

"This is a one time thing."

Your voice is soft, barely even a whisper. There’s an uneasiness underlying in your tone.

“Yeah, ok” Timo scoffs, his voice telling you he doesn’t quite believe that’s true.

His hotel room is nicer than yours, clearly having paid for his own and not just handed a key as Nico had to you. The bed sheets are soft under your back as he lays you down.

“Is this ok?” Timo asks, his thumb is creating small circles on your inner thigh, a slight heat growing in your belly.

You nod, wordlessly.

His hand slowly inches up your thighs with his movement. Your breathing is erratic and you’re trying to hide it from him.

“Hey” Timo’s fingers grip your chin and tilt your head to look at him “We don’t have to do this if you don’t-“

“No!” You cry “T, i want to you just… you do things to me”

A shit eating grin plasters itself onto his face and he dips down to kiss your lips, the kiss lingers and he mumbles “Baby, you have no idea what you do to me”

Your hands lock around his neck, holding him in place to deepen the kiss. He eventually starts peppering the kisses from your lips, to your chin and down your neck.

Your hands trail down his body, unbuttoning his shirt as you go. When he sits up, shirt laying open you can’t help but ogle at his physique.

It’s evident that Timo takes good care of his body. You’ve always known he was attractive but now, in this moment he’s never looked better.

While you were drinking in his body, Timo was staring up at you completely enamoured by your beauty.

He’s known you for years, always been attracted to you and you have been completely unaware of the effect you have on him the whole time.

He can feel his cock tightening his trousers at the sight of you. Your head is dipped back and your lips parted as you moan when his lips wrap around your nipple.

He halts his actions unknowingly just to watch you in your vulnerable state.

“Timo?”

Your hands glide through his hair, pulling his head up to check on his state.

“Yeah baby I’m here… just looking at the view”

You clench your thighs at the deepness in his voice, the rasp in his words. You think you should be embarrassed at how desperate you are for him to touch you.

You’ve known him for years and he’s always been so flirty by nature, so smooth. He’s always had the ability to bring a woman to their knees just by smiling.

You’re one of them.

Timo’s hovering over you know, his hand is by your head, holding all of his weight against the pillow.

The way he’s looking down at you has heat spreading across your cheeks, biting your bottom lip.

You don’t even see his hand slip under your bridesmaid dress until his thumb is pressed against your clit. You jolt forward with a yelp and he laughs

“Warn a gal!” You cry and he smiles “That’s what you get when you don’t wear panties pretty girl”

A whimper escapes you as his thumb creates small circles, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. His pointer finger runs up and down your folds too, feeling how wet you are for him

“Jesus, fuck!” You cry as he plunges two fingers into you and curls them upwards.

You reach up and grab hold of his bicep to stabilise yourself, grinding yourself onto his hand desperate for more pressure.

“That feel good?” He mutters and you silently nod and whimper out “Y-yes, god it’s so good!”

“That’s it baby, I love making you feel good” his tone is deep but assertive. He pushes his fingers in harder, your eyes rolling back and your mouth falling open with a choked moan.

Timo begins pressing open mouthed kisses on your neck and jaw. Your moans are music to his ears, the moans you’re desperately trying to suppress.

“No, baby let me hear you” he encourages “I want to hear what I do to you”

You take that as a go ahead, your back arching as you let out an unholy moan.

He smirks “That’s it baby, let them all hear how I make you feel”

Your eyebrows scrunch together feeling that familiar feeling in your belly “T, I’m gonna-“

He knows, he can tell by the way you’re squeezing him.

“I know baby, you’re doing so good”

You’re waiting for the release to come when he pulls out of you leaving you whimpering “Wha-“

His finger, still coated in your arousal lands on your lip “Shh baby, I’ll get there”

You nod silently, prompting his next move. You watch him move down your body before he settles between your legs.

You notice what he’s doing “Oh! No, you don’t have to-“

He cuts you off, a flat hand on your lower belly “No, No I want to”

You go onto tell him he doesn’t need to do this but you’re interrupted by him licking a fat stripe through your folds and suckling on your clit.

“Oh fuck, T!” You cry, hands gripping his hair “You’re so fucking good at that”

You feel the fire building in your lower belly, the tightness building with every pant and moan you let out.

His tongue laps at your heat like a pro, as if this is his job.

His mouth leaves you and you pant at the break he’s given you. You feel his hand trail up your throat and grip at your chin, tilting your head to look at him.

“Look at me baby, watch me while I drink this all up… my beautiful girl”

my girl. you weren’t his girl. you were just his teammates sister.

Your thighs clench while he peppers kisses along your thighs, checking you were still watching as he made his way closer and closer to your heat.

Your eyes connect with his as he dives back in, his nose nudging against your clit, making your head drop back as you moan loudly.

“Nuh-uh babygirl…. Watch” he snaps, tilting your head back to his original position.

His fingers are leaving imprints on the outside of your thighs as he laps up your juices. The sight of him between your legs makes you weak in the knees.

When he finally comes up for air you take in his appearance; his chin in dripping in your arousal and his lips are swollen and parted while he pants.

You don’t get a word in before he dives back in, sucking at your sensitive bud while his fingers drive into you, curling up to reach that spongy but inside of you.

Your skin is hot and itchy as you approach your high, moaning out louder and louder with each thrust. Then the pleasure washes over your body as you reach your high, Timo’s hand working you through it.

He peppers kisses along your thigh and up your belly while he whispers “Such a good girl for me”

You’re still trying to catch your breath while Timo pulls off the shirt you’d opened earlier alongside his pants.

You stare at his body, biting your bottom lip while you drink him in.

“God, you’re so fucking hot” you mumble, pulling him down to kiss him, the kiss was sloppy and hot.

All while his hand moved down your body, pushing your legs apart.

“You’re so beautiful, y/n. So fucking sexy” he mutters, kissing you softly.

Your hand finds its way to palming his cock, which is so painfully hard. You can tell by the way he hisses when you touch him.

Your fingers dance along his waistband and you plunge your hand in, working quickly. Your fingers wrap around him, thumb rubbing his slit to spread his pre cum.

“fuck” he mumbles, head thrown back “Babe I need to be inside of you”

You frown “but I want to show you just how much I-“

His kiss stops you and he chuckles “Plenty of time for that in the morning, for now I need to be inside of that pretty pussy you’ve got”

You nod breathlessly, working on removing his boxers and climbing up onto him.

He smirks “Taking the reins are you princess?”

You smile “Just want you to be able to see everything I’ve got to offer” and bring his hands up to grasp onto your boobs, your nipple rolling between his fingers.

You reach down, grabbing hold of his cock and running it through your folds, preparing you both before you settle down, bottoming out.

You let out a cry when Timo bucks his hips, hitting deep within you. It’s both pain and pleasure you feel as you adjust to his size. The stretch he’s created is good.

It takes a moment before you give him the nod and begin moving, back and forth on top of him, your hand settles on his chest to stabilise yourself.

Your nipples still sit firmly between his fingers, adding to your stimulation.

Timo lets you take the lead only a few more moments before he reaches round, holding your back and flipping you both over so he’s hovering over you.

He gives you a dark look before he gets right back into his movements, driving his cock hard into you, repeatedly.

You hook your legs up around his waist, trying to keep him as close to your body as possible. Your fingers land themselves on your clit, rubbing circles to add stimulation and drive you closer.

Timo leans down, capturing your lips in his and groaning into the kiss.

“So fucking perfect” he mumbles, staring contently into your eyes as he pushes up against the spongy spot inside of you again and again, earning a string of curses and a loud moan from you.

Your orgasm is almost within reach, you can feel the coil in your stomach ready to snap.

You can tell that Timo’s almost there too, his soft moans and whimpers telling you he’s right where you are.

You tilt his head to make him look at you

“Watch me, T. Look at what you do to me” you say as he drives into you, faster and harder than before.

His eyes watch your face as your orgasm washes over you, the moan you let out was something angelic.

You feel light, as if you’ve been set free. You can feel him spill inside of you, hot cum painting your insides white as you try to catch your breath.

You squeeze him, causing him to groan ever so slightly lurching forward. You take that as an opportunity to kiss him one last time.

You both stare at one another while he finishes before pulling out, the emptiness causing you to whimper and push your legs closed to keep the warmth you’d become so accustomed to throughout the night.

Timo flops down next to you, chest rising with every breath. You take a moment to compose yourself before you slip out of the bed and begin making your way to the bathroom to clean yourself up.

Timo sits up and watches you, amused as he watches your legs wobble as you walk

“Look who’s shaking now”

[wyattjohnston]

here we are! finally with the masterlist! all the thanks in the world to the 39 people who signed up for the exchange and the lovely D who came in as my saviour and wrote a pinch hitter fic without even being signed up

please read all the fics below, so much love and care was put into them and they all deserve your attention. a reblog if you can would also be incredible.

please respect all warnings at the beginning of fics. if a fic has been marked as smut or 18+ and you are younger than, do the right thing and do not read it.

keep your eye out for the winter fic exchange 2k24 sign up post. if you want me to let you know when it's happening you can click here.

the summer fic exchange 2k23 masterlist

Buffalo Sabres

Jeff Skinner

gotta trust how you feel inside by @laurenairay for @ nhl-stories

Tyson Jost

i should've fought harder by @butgilinsky for @ typical-simplelove

a Devon Levi fic was written by @waysicouldhave for @ jackhues but they have since deactivated.

Carolina Hurricanes

Andrei Svechnikov

Every Summer Has a Story by @comphy-and-cozy for @teokka

HATE HATE HATE by @luvmmarner for @ comphy-and-cozy this is a multi-chaptered fic, so keep an eye on it!

How Long? by @lifeofpriya for @ luvmmarner

Colorado Avalanche

Cale Makar

all's well that end's well to end up with you by @fallinallincurls for @ ya-pucking-nerd

i've found love (and all that goes with it) by @huttons for @ fallinallincurls

Mikko Rantanen

Do That by @selfindulgentpoorlywritten for @ kurlyteuvo

Summer Baby by @typical-simplelove for @ buttercupjosh

Nathan MacKinnon

It Starts With a Cookie by @luvsherleafs for @ princessphilly

Dallas Stars

Jake Oettinger

taking on the world together by @laurenairay for @ jarmorie

Los Angeles Kings

Pierre-Luc Dubois

as the seasons change by @gravestrain for @ bqstqnbruin

never said a thing by @wyattjohnston for @ pcttymarleau

Minnesota Wild

Marc-André Fleury

Genève by @teokka for @ callsign-denmark

Montreal Canadiens

Juraj Slafkovsky

If I Say It, Will You Respond? by @puckmaidens for @ 2manytabsopen

Nashville Predators

Tyson Barrie

simple by @jxmieoleksiaks for @ laurenairay

New Jersey Devils

Dougie Hamilton

hydrangeas where your face should be by @nhl-stories for @ huttons

Jack Hughes

make it weird by @wyattjohnston for @ torontoflames

something in the way she moves by @miracleonice87 for @ wyattjohnston

Nico Hischier

See You Again by @bqstqnbruin for @ selfindulgentpoorlywritten

Underneath the Stars by @buttercupjosh for @ ilyasorokinn

Timo Meier

Sweet Like Cinnamon by @wildrangers for @ matthewtkachuk

New York Islanders

Ilya Sorokin

Polaroid Dreams by @kurlyteuvo for @ lifeofpriya

Mat Barzal

Alone With You by @cellythefloshie for @ miracleonice87

Disney Magic by @lam-ila for @ tinyhockey

tell me why by @torontoflames for @ luvsherleafs

where you lead i will follow by @ilyasorokinn for @prettytoxicrevolver

Pittsburgh Penguins

Sidney Crosby

Triple Axle Celly by @callsign-denmark for @ starshine-hockey-girl

Ryan Graves

a lake house story by @ya-pucking-nerd for @ thomasschabot

Seattle Kraken

Jamie Oleksiak

to the ends of the earth by @jarmorie for @ laurenairay

Tampa Bay Lightning

Brayden Point

one day all my love will come back to me by @matthewtkachuk for @ senditcolton

Toronto Maple Leafs

Matthew Knies

being a good man by @pcttymcrlecu for @ gravestrain

Vancouver Canucks

Anthony Beauvillier

Alone With You by @cellythefloshie for @ miracleonice87

The Invisible String by @starshine-hockey-girl for @ jarmorie

Quinn Hughes

i can still see it all by @ghostyjosty (jostystyles) for @ wildrangers

mango dragon refresher by @jackhues for @ lam-ila

saw you in a dream by @thomasschabot for @ puckmaidens

Surprise Party by @prettytoxicrevolver for @ ghostyjosty

Vegas Golden Knights

Nolan Patrick

Soothing Swedish Summers by @2manytabsopen for @ waysicouldhave

Winnipeg Jets

Adam Lowry

breakable heaven by @senditcolton for @ cellythefloshie

i am slowly making my own way through reading all the fics--if i haven't read yours and you want to make sure i don't forget, please send it to me.

if the person you wrote for hasn't read and reblogged your fic, please tell me.