#dallas stars oneshot

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The Long Run | Roope Hintz & Miro Heiskanen

summary: when your brother leaves you unattended you end up at home with his teammates.

kinkmas: day one (threesome)

warnings: sexual themes, p in v (unprotected!), oral (m receiving!), spanking, swearing, degradation (mild!), swearing.

word count: 3.55k

authors note: we are kicking off kinkmas big and bold with a threesome. I’m gonna thank @itsnotgray for putting up with this and I hope it lived up to your expectations too! if you want to see the rest of the kinkmas masterlist you can find it all here!

The team Christmas party was always one to remember.

As Tyler’s younger sister you managed to score yourself an invite as you were in Dallas and Kate refused to let you spend the evening alone. The majority of the boys knew you well, you had been there for your brother through everything and when he got traded it was weirdly comforting even if you lived on the opposite side of the state.

For the most part the boys were good to you, little Seguin as they preferred to call you. Some cared enough to take an interest in your life too whilst others just sent you a nod, happy to see that you showed up. Then there were the last two of his teammates Miro Heiskanen and Roope Hintz, aka the unreadables. You weren’t sure how they felt about your presence as they’d just stare at you before they’d say a few phrases in Finnish before they’d leave you there just as confused as before they arrived.

Tonight was no different as the duo stood in the corner swirling their drinks as their eyes didn’t leave you. Maybe it was the fact that you had lost track of how much champagne you had drank two hours ago but you chugged the rest of your drink before you slammed it onto the countertop.

The boys smirked as they watched your red dress cling to your body as your tanned legs walked over to them “hey princess.” Miro smirked at the way your crossed your arms and stared up at them “you wanna tell me why you keep on staring at me?” You cocked your head making their smirks double in size as you were now falling into their game.

Roope smiled “you look real pretty tonight kid.” The compliment made your cheeks turn red as your strong facade quickly turned soft “I do?” You mumbled dropping your hands to your sides “don’t you think so Miro?” He elbowed the younger boy who had been staring.

It was your turn to smirk as you noticed his eyes hanging over the line of your breasts “really do.” Miro nodded as his eyes locked with yours “y/n c’mere!” Tyler called out making you roll your eyes.

Your brother stood in the middle of the room as he ushered you over telling Joel all about what you had gotten up to this year “that’s my cue boys.” You sent them a salute before you made your way over to your brother finding comfort under his arm.

That’s were you spent the majority of the rest of the night capturing the occasional glance from both Finnish boys. It made you laugh as you would do nothing more than send a smirk back in their direction “if you’ll excuse me.” Your voice was soft as you headed towards the bathroom “you enjoying his company?” Wyatt had started talking to you a little over ten minutes ago and as his crush on you was clear you let him made the advances that he seemed to want so badly.

You smirked as you looked at Roope who was leaning against the wall “you getting jealous?” You asked as you walked over to him nearly shutting the gap between you both “why should I be when you’re stood looking at me?” Roope stood up straight making the difference in height between you both larger.

It made your once amused expression turn to a scoff “I’m only here to go to the bathroom.” You mumbled tucking your hair behind your face “it’s over there princess.” Roope pointed to the door behind you as he smiled “I knew that.” You mumbled rolling your eyes as you turned around to head to the bathroom.

Staring at yourself in the mirror you brought your hands through your hair as you thought about how Roope looked at you “fuck me.” You grumbled seeing the panty line that had formed in your dress.

For you it didn’t take long to decide to strip out of your white thong as you bunched it in your hand letting a smirk form on your face as you opened the door up to see Roope in the same spot that he had been before you left “didn’t take you long.” Roope smiled as he crossed his arms watching you come back over to him “I was gonna ask you to hold something for me.” Maybe it was the alcohol in your system but as Roope held his hand out to you dropped your panties into it.

His eyes went wide as he realised what they were “you’re playing a dangerous game princess.” Roope warned seeing clenching his hand “just wanted someone to hold them f’me to surprise Wy.” You lied through your teeth smiling as you wanted a reaction from him. This was truly you making the best out of your unfortunate dress choice “you’re gonna send me to an early grave Seguin.” He groaned making you laugh “maybe that’s all I wanted to do.” You smirked leaning forward to press a kiss against his cheek as your hands ran up his shirt “herra pelasta minut.” Roope mumbled to himself as he watched you walk off back into the party leaving your panties in his hand before he shoved them into his pants pocket.

You managed to avoid him as you stuck with Miro now flirting with the boy “do you really have to go?” People begin leaving the party and it was now the Finnish boys turns “don’t you want to go to Wyatt?” Miro teased as you Roope stood behind you both “you two are never gonna let me hear the end of that are you?” You laughed as you shook your head standing in the corner with the two Finnish boys as they grabbed their coats.

Roope shook his head “was gonna ask if you were sure you wanted to stay with him?” Wyatt stood smiling as he saw you with the boys “I think we could have a great night.” You nodded with a smirk hinting to him about the conversation you had earlier in the night “I could give you a reason to never wear those panties ever again.” Roope’s voice was rough as his breath fanned against the shell of your ear.

Miro watched the conversation unfold as your eyes sparkled “both of you?” It was something that never came across your mind “you want both of us pretty girl?” Miro spoke up again making you nod “then let’s get you out of here before Tyler notices that you’re gone.” Roope took his jacket off as he slid it over your shoulders even as the Dallas winter weather wasn’t that cold.

They were quick to usher you into their Uber leaving you in the middle of the two boys as you all piled into the back of the car “you’re so fucking beautiful.” Miro ran his hand over your knee as you turned to him with a smile “how pretty?” Your tongue ran over your lower lip causing his other hand to cup your cheek.

As his lips went to yours Roope couldn’t help but feel himself grow jealous. The older Fin brushed your hair behind your neck so he could kiss below your ear “be a good girl.” He mumbled softly nibbling at your lobe.

It made you moan against Miro as both boys found their hands on your body. The Uber driver couldn’t help but look to the rear view mirror as it almost seemed the start of a porno. The way your fingers were brought to your lips as you could still feel Miro’s on yours was enough to make both boys feel this sense of bliss.

Roope was grateful that he had put his house into the drop off location as Miros house was another fifteen minutes away “we are close.” You clenched at the drivers words as both hockey players began nipping at your neck “t-thanks sir.” You stammered as your hands went to Roope’s hair tugging at the ends.

The boys got you out of the car quicker than you had gotten into it as Roope pulled out a hundred dollar note from his pocket leaving it as a tip for the driver. You three made it to the door in time for Miro to push you against the wall “is this what you wanted all along princess?” He asked as his thumb drew circles against the end of dress brushing against your thigh “yes M.” You whimpered as you watched Roope fish through his pocket’s quick to grab his keys as he unlocked the door “c’mon you two.”

You gasped as you walked into Roope’s house smiling as he turned on the lights. It was a bold move from you as you reached back to undo the zipper of your dress “Hani don’t you dare.” Roope warned making you smirk as you moved to grab at the straps of your dress.

As the straps came down so did your dress and both boys swore that they forgot how to breathe in that moment “come and get me boys.” Your voice was soft as you spun around and stepped out of your dress and began walking up the stairs.

Your bare ass made them melt as they watched you reach to unclip your bra before it joined the trail of clothes that were on the stairs finally prompting the boys to follow you as Roope took the first step closer to you “you’re playing a fine line Seguin.” He warned watching you smirk as you got to the top of the steps “come make me pay then.” Both boys were going to truly make you regret that statement.

The first memory you had of Roope’s bedroom was how your knees were pressed against his mattress “what are we gonna do with her?” Miro asked as you propped yourself up on your elbows “come get a taste M.” You smirked spreading your legs giving him a view of your soaked cunt.

Roope shook his head stopping in the boy from following your requests “you think you could get away with how you’ve acted all night?” The older of the two boys laughed “turn around and get on your knees.” He ordered making you comply as you stared at the mirrors that lined the other wall of his room.

Miro walked to the other side of the bed as he smirked at you “think it’s about time we finally shut these pretty lips up.” Miro suggested as he brushed his fingers along your jaw “baby you want his cock?” Roope was far more unfiltered as he grabbed at your hips “fuck me like you would one of those puck bunnies.” You watched how Miros groaned hearing those vulgar words leave your lips.

When you spoke to him like that Miro couldn’t deny you of that request as he undid the zip of his pants letting the bulge show causing your mouth to salivate “you want this?” Miro asked with a smirk as he watched his teammate raise his hand to slap your ass “fuck!” Your moan was cut off as Miro slid his cock into your mouth.

His head dropped forward as his hands gripped at your hair “how many do we think she deserves?” Roope soothed the area of skin as he let out a dry laugh “two for each hour she fucking decided to tease us for.” Miro stared down as you batted your eyelashes looking back up at him “what do we think that Tyler would feel seeing his sister like this?” Roope asked as he slapped your ass again gripping at the piece of skin.

You moaned as your hands found themselves on Miros thighs as you swirled your tongue around his cock “watching your mascara run down those pretty cheeks?” Miro grunted forcing your head to take more of his cock as you breathed through your nostrils as Roope slapped your ass for the fifth time.

The area was tender as Roope finally moved his attention to where you wanted it as his fingers ran over your slit “she liked this.” Miro felt himself begin to start fucking your face as your throat constricted around his cock. It made Roope laugh “yeah cause she’s our dirty little puck bunny ain’t she?” Thinking about the words you once used made your cunt clench as Roope thrusted his fingers into your core “such a wet girl.” He cooed making you whine.

Those sensations made Miro grunt “fuck baby I’m gonna come.” He moaned as he grew close “gonna swallow all of it?” Miro’s question made you moan as Roope teased your clit.

Your head bobbed his cock as your lips were tight around it “d-don’t stop.” You might as well been a starved woman as you hollowed your cheeks out milking his cock as Miro came “shit baby right there!” Miro’s grip on your hair loosened as his warm release coated the inside of your mouth.

As he pulled out a string of his come landed on your lower lip which Miro didn’t hesitate to wipe off with his thumb before he placed his calloused finger on your clit “swallow that and be a good girl for me.” His voice was soft as he began to move his finger in a circular motion. You let your tongue fall out of your mouth showing that you had listened to the younger boys request “look at you finally being a good girl for us.” Roope muttered as he pulled his fingers from your cunt making you whine “shut up and take what I give you.” He warned tilting your head up so he could give you your first kiss from him of the night.

Roope already felt his cock throb against his pants but tasting another man on your tongue made it grow more uncomfortable as it soon felt like he’d be losing a button on that pair “who do you want first?” In the midst of your horniness and desperateness to reach your first orgasm of the night maybe you didn’t notice that it was actually a trick question “you Roope.” You whimpered as Miro leaned down to kiss you.

You note how much softer he was than his older teammate as he pinched your chin “have her ride you.” Roope ordered making you pull away from Miro as you frowned “you want me then you better earn it princess.” The weight of the mattress dipped as Miro crouched onto it.

His hands brushed through your hair as your fingers went to his shirt so you could undo the buttons “eager little girl.” Roope smirked as he undid his shirt too.

The moment of how you landed up straddling Miro’s torso as Roope gripped his cock running his hand along the underside of it “wanna be a good girl?” Roope cooed as you nodded “get on him then.” Watching you grab Miro’s cock teasing your clit made all three of you moan “fuck!” You cried sinking down on his dick as his fingers helped guide your hips down.

Roope didn’t wait long to tap the head of his cock on your lips “open up.” His words were surprisingly soft as Miro let you adjust to his size “so big.” Your moan was muffled as Roope’s cut you off “this mouth is fucking dangerous.” He grunted tugging your hair at your scalp.

Miro began thrusting into your cunt as he lifted your hips up and down “you like us fucking you like this don’t you?” Roope laughed seeing your mascara smudge as your eyes watered “think she’s never been fucked like this before.” Miro’s cock throbbed from inside of you as your cunt clenched around him “such a tight little pussy.” His words made you moan around Roope’s cock as he reached out to lightly hit your clit.

Your hands gripped at Miro’s thighs as you began grinding in an attempt to create more friction “is that what you wanted?” Roope’s fingers tightened in your hair causing your eyes to lock onto his “for us to ruin you for every other boy in your life?” The older boy had to laugh at how you nodded “can’t hear you princess.” Roope was pushing you as he forced you to take more of his cock making your throat feel raw.

Tears clouded your eyes as you nodded “yes fuck!” The words came muffled as you choked on his cock “it’s too easy with you.” Miro and Roope seemed to bounce off of each other “this cunt is heaven.” Miro reminded you that he was behind you as your eyes fluttered.

The boys both grew closer to their highs as one watched your cunt swallow his cock and the other got to feel your tongue swirl around his “you see how good you make us feel?” Roope threw you off as his hand was soft against your cheek in clear contrast to the other that was still in your hair “letting us use you like this.” Your cunt clenched as you moaned feeling your skin feel like it was on fire “is this how you wanted us to be all along?” It was clear that there was a sense of teasing in his words but you still whined as your legs began to shake.

Miro grunted from behind you “think she’s close.” His fingers stayed on your clit pressing against the sensitive nub “you want to come?” You nodded making the boy slide his cock out of your mouth “fucking beg me for it then.” Roope watched as your hand replaced where your mouth once was.

You moaned as your lips fell open “fuck!” You gasped feeling Miro’s hand grab at your ass “that’s not good enough.” Roope grabbed at your jaw “please let me come.” You whined letting your lips form a pout “I’ll be yours I promise.” You begged locking your eyes with him.

Roope nodded sliding his cock back into your mouth “let her come.” All three of you felt yourselves growing closer to your eyes as the walls soaked up the sounds of your moans and the sounds of skin slapping “god milk my cock with your pretty little cunt.” Miro grunted as his eyes screwed shut.

Pleasure fell over the both of you as you came “keep using your pretty little mouth.” Roope cooed watching your face contort as your cunt clenched around his cock bringing his orgasm on “fucking hell!” Miro groaned as he dug his nails into your hips.

Your walls of your core were coated with his release “get her off and hold her legs up.” Roope ordered as both you and Miro slowed down trying to recover from your orgasms “gonna let me come on your cunt too?” Roope asked making you nod repeatedly.

Miro sat up as he had you lean against his back as his cock pressed against your back as he made your legs sit on either side of his “you want to be a good girl for us?” Miro’s voice was coarse as you watched Roope slip his cock out again before he wrapped his hand around it now getting himself to that high.

You moaned pressing your fingers against your clit as you mixed your and Miro’s releases over the area “always.” You cried as Miro pinched your nipples between his fingers “such a pretty girl.” Miro cooed kissing his lips against your shoulder.

Roope groaned “fuck I’m gonna make a mess.” His words made you chew at the inside of your cheek “shit Roo!” You moaned watching his cock spurt his warm release over your slit as you used your hands to spread the sides of your cunt open.

It made feel like you were on cloud nine as his cock pressed against your clit “want me to fuck this into you?” Roope laughed as you caught your lip between your teeth nodding “you’re right about this cunt.” Roope was bigger than Miro as he bottomed you out making you jump “fuck!” You swore as you were still sensitive.

Roope’s lips caught yours as he continued to slowly thrust his cock into your cunt “making sure this all stays in there pretty girl.” His words were husky as the boys kept you in there all night.

Weeks had gone by without seeing either boy in the same way again besides for the few smiles that were shared after games. Truthfully you thought that it was only going to be one night of fun. But as you stood there waiting for your timer to go off you couldn’t help but wonder seeing PREGNANT appear on the test, who the hell is the father?

[kentsjohnson91]

morning reblog for those who didn’t see it!!!

𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄’𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌

in which wyatt proposes to you.

warnings; none that i can think of? unless you count la la land as a warning because that movie is traumatic let’s be real

21 year old Wyatt Johnston looked at his teammate, Logan Stankoven, a Nikon camera displayed obviously in his hands. The Toronto, Canada native smiled nervously. "Calm down, Wyatt. You've got this, it's alright."

He nodded at Logan as he turned the camera on to record.

"Hey Wyatt!"

"Hey mom! Uhh... I actually... I wanted to give you a call and let you know some big news. You've probably seen this coming now for a little bit, but I want to let you know that I'm planning on asking Y/N to marry me."

"Oh, Wyatt! It's about time!"

dear y/n,

the moment i saw you i knew my life would change forever. the first thing i said to you was that you are going to be my wife. well, now i want to make that a reality. with you by my side on this journey through life i know we will continue to grow closer and our love will deepen. most of the time will be amazing. some of the time, maybe not. but i know that it's always going to be fun with my best friend helping me along the way. you're the most loving, courageous, and strongest person i've ever met. i can't wait for a lifetime full of smiles, laughter, competition, adventure, and ice cream with you.

sincerely yours,

wyatt :)

"Y/N, right now you think I'm at morning practice... and I lied to you." Wyatt chuckled into the camera, much to the entertainment of his 21 year old teammate behind it. Suddenly, he grabbed the camera from Logan, "However, Logan's leaving for Kamloops a week from now, and that's when I was gonna propose."

Logan chuckled, "Yeah, about that. I pushed my flight back a day so that I could be here to help you on the actual day." he turned to Wyatt with a wide smile on his face, and Wyatt pulled him into a tight hug.

THE MORNING OF THE PROPOSAL:

Logan Stankoven found himself behind the Nikon camera once again, recording Wyatt Johnston hanging up pictures of himself and his beautiful girlfriend, Y/N.

There was a picture of you and Wyatt eating ice cream in Italy with a ton of birds surrounding you, a picture of Wyatt in the stands cheering you on at your recent graduation, a picture of you doing the same at one of his NHL games, and another picture of you back in his hometown of Toronto, Canada. Then there was his favorite picture of the two of you - you two slow dancing by the fire on Christmas Eve.

Wyatt remembered that night vividly. The song 'Dream A Little Dream of Me' by Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong was playing softly in the background, and your boyfriend had his arms snaked softly around your waist, your arms hanging loosely around his neck. You both had huge grins plastered onto your faces, and the night was all-around unforgettable.

All in all, there were close to 100 pictures strung all around yours and Wyatt's shared apartment. Logan gently sent the camera down on the kitchen table and made sure it was facing him and his 21 year old teammate before helping Wyatt hang up a long line of twinkling fairy lights above the multiple photos.

Making his way back behind the camera, Logan asked, "So, what's the plan?"

Wyatt smiled, "It's our five year anniversary today, so I'm heading to Y/N's apartment and picking her up for a date. Our first date was just your classic dinner and a movie, so I'm doing the exact same thing tonight. I'm taking her to eat at the same restaurant we ate at five years ago today and then we're seeing the same movie, La La Land, because it's back in theaters tonight only, so that works out so perfectly."

Logan smiled, "This is going to be so cute. She's going to love it."

THE NIGHT OF THE PROPOSAL:

Wyatt held hands with his amazing and beautiful girlfriend (and hopefully soon to be fiancée) as they made their way to the front door of his apartment. Little did you know, Wyatt's teammate and your best friend, Logan Stankoven, was behind that door, a black Nikon camera in his hands in order to capture the magical events that would unfold soon.

As the door opened, the first thing you noticed was Logan filming, and you looked at him and then your boyfriend with a confused look on your face. Logan smiled cheekily and Wyatt allowed you to head inside before closing the door behind you and quickly making his way to the backyard.

As you made your way to the kitchen, with Logan behind you, of course, you were shocked to see the completely dark room. The only thing illuminating it was multiple strings of fairy lights strung above 100+ photos of you and Wyatt. Below your feet was a path of rose petals, leading towards the glass door that opened towards the backyard.

You looked back towards Logan and the camera with tears in your eyes, and Logan just smiled brightly, a few tears now brimming in his eyes, too. You made your way to the backward and low and behold, there stood your boyfriend. As you reached him, Wyatt softly gripped your hands in his.

"Y/N," he started, smiling, "You have made me the happiest man in this entire world the past two years. I love you so much, and I hope I'm making you happy, too. I want you to be with me through wins, and through losses, through the good and the bad. I want to spend the rest of my life with you; nothing would make me happier. So, what do you say? Will you make me even happier than I am right now and marry me?"

You nodded at your boyfriend, tears in your eyes, "Yes. A million times yes."

Five years ago, you would have never dreamed of this moment, or even of Wyatt himself. But, to the credit of the movie that started it all for the two of you, here's to the fools who dream.

a/n; so i kinda took a different approach with this one and i'm not sure if i like it. i would love to hear what you guys think so please don't hesitate to let me know how you feel about it!

[pboogerswbb]

MASTERLIST

all works are my own! all works are purely fiction! i do not post these on any other platform! read warnings carefully!

PAIGE BUECKERS

Too Lost In You

Paige's and Valerie’s relationship is nothing short of complicated, sleeping around with each other without any further commitments - Valerie afraid of getting her heart broken by the basketball star with a roster full of girls and Paige terrified of commitment with a national championship on the line. But for some strange reason the blonde girl can’t stay away, finding herself back at Ted’s, begging for the bartender's affections once more.

playlist part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9

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So It Goes

Born and raised London girl Izara had it all, a well paying PR job, a charming townhouse in Zone 2, her charismatic fiancé Jasper putting food on the table for her. With a wedding to plan and parents expecting grandchildren any moment, the always planning ahead, type A, sensible Zari does the first unsensible thing of her life - she leaves everything behind for a job as a social media producer for the Dallas Wings. Zari and the other newcomer, the basketball prodigy Paige Bueckers find comfort in each other trying to adapt to life in their new hometown.

playlist & synopsis prologue

before london chapter 1 chapter 2

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ONESHOTS

earned it l paige x reader smut

let it snow l paige x reader fluff

DISCLAIMER: i do not write for any player x player ships, i do not currently write for anyone but paige, again this is fiction and never a true depiction of paige as a person

[goldenseresinretriever]

Snitches Get Stitches Masterlist

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Part of the San Diego Dogfighters universe

Summary: Jake Seresin, golden boy of the NHL and Captain of the Dallas Stars makes headlines when he unexpectedly signs with newly-formed San Diego Dogfighters. When your future seems at the verge of crashing down, you receive the opportunity of a lifetime to become the team physician for the Dogfighters. You never expected to be working directly with your favorite hockey player. Jake has a secret and you have a job to do. Will he be able to trust you enough to help and will you be able to trust him with your heart?

Series CW: 18+ ONLY, swearing, violence, sports violence, medical stuff, blood probably, angst, fluff, (potentially eventual) smut, forbidden romance, sexual harassment, suggestive language, medical inaccuracies, hockey inaccuracies etc. There will be individual chapter warnings. No use of Y/N.

A/N: This is a repost of my completed series, Snitches Get Stitches. It was originally posted in October-November 2023, and was lost when my blog was deleted.

Main Series: COMPLETED

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 4.5

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 7.5

Chapter 8

Chapter 8.5

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Oneshots

Daddy’s Queen

One Man’s Trash

Blurbs

Matcha Latte

[kiss4chuu]

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— sweet home

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↳ yoon ji-soo

— squid game

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↳ seong gi-hu

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↳ cho sang-wo

↳ front man

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[stars-in-my-universe]

Do It Again: Tyler Seguin

Warning: Smut. A little bit of fluff.

Note: I hope you guys enjoy this, I had a lot of fun writing it. Let me know what ya’ll think. The title is from the song Do It Again by Pia Mia

You guys had met through mutual friends, but you were pretty sure he met a lot of girls through his mutual friends. Tyler Seguin was no mystery to you, he loved to flirt, loved to drink, he was a charmer and he loved his friends and his dogs. The cliche wrote themselves when it came to the hockey player.

You guys had flirted back and forth, for months. You guys both knew neither of you wanted anything serious but you guys did enjoy each other’s company. It first started off as group hang outs at the club, at house parties, it was easy. You two would see each other, hug, he would hand you a drink and you two would be around the other the rest of the night.

Tyler was no stranger to attention and flirting, he was good looking, had a body any girl would want to rub against and he had the cutest smile when he was trying to get his way. He of course had money, which you didn’t care about, you made your own money to get you by. You also didn’t care for the reputation that came with knowing him or his past. He may have slept around but so did you so why call the kettle black?

Everything came to a head one night at his house, he had thrown a ‘beginning of summer’ party and had invited everyone he possibly knew in Dallas. When you got there your friends were already in the pool, drunk, very much drunk but they were screaming at you to get in the pool. You initially did your hair and light make up but you knew you’d probably be going into Tyler’s pool eventually, you just wished that you would have seen him before you ruined your hard work.

You grabbed a beer out of the cooler and started taking your tank top and shorts off. You threw the tank top over your head and let your hair down, when you looked back up your eyes met Tyler’s who was on the other side of the pool talking to two blondes. From what it looked like the two girls were still talking but his eyes were now trained on you.

Tyler’s eyes dropped to your bikini top and you watched as his eyes got wider and the flush on his cheeks got deeper. You could tell he was already tipsy, his hair wet and his tattooed chest on display for the world to see. You arched an eyebrow at him as he continued to watch you, not making a move to come get you. You decided if he was going to play hard to get you would play along, despite the throbbing between your legs that had started just by looking at him. You wanted nothing more to get your hands on him, to wrap your legs around his hips, to scrape your nails down his chest and abs, to bite the tattoo on his shoulder. Fuck you were getting turned on and you probably looked like an idiot just standing there staring.

You shook your hair out again and reached for your shorts, sliding them down your legs and throwing it with your tank top next to your beer. You adjusted the strings of the bikini on your hips bringing up the yellow fabric a bit higher. You knew what your body looked like, you worked hard for your body, a tad bit toned and a tad bit thick mixed together. You also knew the yellow bikini made your tan skin look a bit darker, you weren’t dumb. You knew how to look like a thirst trap, you just hoped your trap was going to catch the one person you wanted.

You looked back at where Tyler was standing and you smiled to yourself as you saw his gaze dip below your waist, to your legs. You pretended to throw your bracelet in the pile of clothes, turning around to make sure he got a good view of your ass in the bathing suit then turned back around to go into the pool.

You jumped in making your friends laugh and cheer as you emerged from the bottom of the pool, whipping the water out of our eyes. Your friend handed you your beer which you happily took and took a long swig. You swam to the edge of the pool and placed the beer down but looked up when you saw two feet in front of you. Your eyes trailed upwards when you saw the abs and tattooed chest above you. Fuck He looked so good with the way he was looking down at you with a small smirk on his face and an eye brow arched. You watched as he knelt down in front of you and waited for you to say something.

“Hey, Tyler.” He raised his eyebrows at you.

“Hey babe.” You could hear a cough from behind him making you glance over; you could see the two blondes glaring at you making you smile a bit and glance back at Tyler.

“Your girls are upset.” You also took notice at how his eyes stayed glued to your chest instead of your face which you were okay with, you needed him and the ache between your thighs were demanding some attention.

“The only girl I care about right now is the one wet in a yellow bikini in my pool.” You bit your lip feeling your body heat up by just the way his voice dropped.

“Tyler Seguin, I do believe you have a party to host.” He grinned at you and shook his head.

“Yeah but I leave for Toronto in two days so I think you and I should make the most of it.” You could feel your cheeks blush.

“So I think you should let me help you out of the pool and we can go upstairs away from everyone and I can fuck you until you’re begging me to stop.” At this point you were ready for him to take you in the pool. You nodded and made your way to the stairs by the edge of the pool and stepped out, grabbing his hand that he held out for you. You waved to your friends in which they cat-called back at you making you laugh.

Tyler was on a mission, he made his way through the crowd of people in his backyard and pushed through to get through the kitchen. You were having a hard time keeping up that you almost tripped. Tyler stopped and turned to make sure you were okay but you swear you melted a little when he stopped and raked your body shamelessly with his stare.

“Fuck, you look so fucking good in that.” You squeaked as he pulled you forward and out of the kitchen and into the hallway leading into his room. You had never actually been in his room but you also knew you wouldn’t be the last.

“Fuck baby, can you just-” You let out a whine when he pushed you to the wall and started nipping at the skin on your neck down to your shoulder and to your clevage. You knew Tyler was a boob guy but the way he was licking and biting at the skin you underestimated his appreciation. You were biting your lip to stop the sounds from coming out and you brought your hands up to the side of his face to bring him back up to yours.

His eyes were dark and he was breathing hard, his hands were now gripping the skin on your hips and your thighs. You ran your nails down his biceps and up back to his shoulders admiring the way the muscle tensed.

“I’m going to kiss you, Tyler.” He groaned and nodded making you smile up at him. The kiss was anything but soft, it was full of want and need. It was a mixture of lip biting and tongue, your hands were pulling his hair a bit and his hands were running up and down your sides making you shiver a bit. Tyler pulled away and proceeded to kiss you down your neck and back to your cleavage. Your body was on fire as he pulled the cup of the bikini top down and immediately latched onto your nipple, swirling his tongue over the tip as his other hand gripped the other one.

“Baby your tits are amazing, they’re fucking gorgeous.”

You arched more into him loving the praise. Despite the fact that Tyler was tipsy and you were still sober, everything felt amazing. He pulled away from your chest and leaned his forehead against your shoulder, you glanced down and saw his fingers trace down your stomach and to your bikini line making you moan out loud. You watched the veins in his hand tensed as they disappeared into your bikini bottoms making you become wetter. You always had a thing for his fingers and hands, and as you felt him dip two fingers into your entrance you knew he was worth the wait.

“Tyler, oh my god.” You gasped out as his palm hit your clit while his fingers curled against the spot inside of you. How the hell he had found your g spot so fast you had no idea.

“You’re so wet, fuck and tight. You’ve been waiting for me baby?” Of course Tyler would be cocky and think you haven’t fucked anyone else since meeting him. He was wrong, you had hooked up but you decided to push his buttons a bit. You pulled away a bit and moaned as his fingers slipped out of you. Smiling up at him you removed his hand from your bottoms and pushed him back against the hallway wall, while keeping a hand near his throat, your nails scraping the skin a bit by his tattoo.

“You’re so full of yourself, Tyler. You’re so cocky thinking you’re the only one who's had me since I met you.” You kissed around his nipple and down toward his abs in which he groaned and threw his head back. You kissed above his swims shorts and gripped the side of the fabric, loving the way he responded.

“You forget I’m not like the other girls you’ve been with. I just want to fuck you until we both can’t breathe, Tyler.” You looked up at him through your lashes as you got on your knees in front of him. You slid the swim shorts down allowing his cock, precum leaking from the tip, to spring forward a bit making you smile.

He had a pretty cock, the head a pale pink, he wasn’t too thick but he was long, longer than you’ve had. You leaned forward and took the head in your mouth and swirled your tongue around him, tasting the precum. God, he was so fucking hot with the way his abs were clenching, the way he was groaning loudly, his hand made his way into your hair and gripped it a bit making sure your mouth stayed on him and you fucking loved it. Your clit throbbed in want as he kept you steady and fucked his hips into your face. You could feel drool at the corner of your lips and you closed your eyes loving the feeling.

“Hey Tyler I-” Tyler let out a fuck and you pulled off of him, gasping for a breath. Your eyes were watering and your hair shielded your face while you wiped the spit from the corner of your mouth.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry, we just wanted to know if you wanted to play beer pong but like clearly you're busy. Have fun, man.” The guy left making you look up at Tyler with a playful smile while he leaned his head back against the wall, eyes closed. You tucked him back in his shorts and kissed your way back up his body and to his lips, which he eagerly accepted the kiss. His hands made their way to your ass grabbing at the skin there making you giggle a bit. He bit your bottom lip and mumbled a jump, as soon as you did he held you by your ass as your legs wrapped around his waist.

You two were still kissing as he kicked open his bedroom door and closed it shut. Tyler pulled away and placed you on his bed which was surprisingly soft against your skin. You wanted him, bad, and you were tired of waiting. He leaned over you but you shook your head as you grabbed his shorts again and tugged them as far as you could. He let out a laugh and pushed them down all the way with his legs kicking them off. You smiled when you wrapped your hand around him and stroked him a couple of times.

He groaned and it was like something snapped inside of him. He grabbed the top of your bikini and pulled it from your body, throwing it across the room. He then untied the bikini bottoms and did the same as you lifted your hips. You gasped out when you felt his cock rub against your clit a bit. Fuck you needed him.

“Tyler, please. Just can you please fuck me.” You watched as he looked down, grabbing himself and rubbing the tip up and down your clit making your leg shake a bit. He hadn’t even gotten in you yet and your body was already addicted to him. Without warning he slid into you making you let out a gasp and arch your body up against him. He groaned and pivoted his hips to bottom out making you clench around him.

The build up had been a lot and you could already feel how close you were to coming already.

“Tyler, fuck please. I’m going to cum.” He looked away from where you two were connected and back up at you. “Already??” You felt yourself blush a bit and look away.

“No, I'm flattered baby.” Your stomach did a flip at the nickname but you let out a gasp as he dipped further hitting that spot inside of you.

“Go ahead and cum baby, it won’t be the only time tonight.” He had leaned down and kissed you making you moan out, his kisses were sinful, Tyler knew what he was doing. He leaned back up and brought your legs over his shoulders, holding them together and you swear you saw stars as he hit your g spot over and over.

“Fucking hell, Tyler. I’m going to cum. Please don’t stop.” You could feel the tension in your lower stomach and all it took was for Tyler to rub his thumb against your clit. You let out a scream as your thighs tried to close and the warmth spread throughout your body making you gasp out for breath. You finally opened your eyes to see Tyler smiling down at you as you tried to catch your breath. He was still hard inside of you and your body seemed to come alive again. You wanted to ride him.

“No wonder why these girls are jumping to get a chance in bed with you.” You pushed against him and watched as he rolled the two of you over, his hands on your hips and you seated back in his lap. He groaned as he felt you move around him, his hands moved up to your chest as he held them in his hands and massaged them a bit making you throw your head back.

“You have no idea, baby.”

X-x

Now Summer was coming to an end and Tyler was coming home back to Dallas and you hadn’t stopped thinking about him all Summer. You couldn’t get how you rode him twice before trying to call it quits and letting him cum on your stomach when he pulled out, out of your head. You couldn’t stop thinking of the way he slid into you the next morning before you called an uber making you wish that he didn’t have to leave for the Summer and you two could spend it fucking each other’s brains out.

Instead you tried to satisfy the ache by going out with your friends, meeting cute guys who would buy you drinks, dance with you and you’d wind up in their bed and never call them back. You had your fair share of hook ups but there was no denying it, Tyler Seguin was the best sex you had had in a very long time.

You remembered when one of the guys your friend tried hooking you up with took you home and grabbed you by the hair, you usually loved when someone was rough with you but you missed the tattoos on the biceps and the hard abs against your back.

So when you were out at one of the bars you guys usually went to you were not expecting to see one of Tyler's friends there. You had said hi and was a little disappointed when you didn’t see the hockey player but continued on with your night. You weren’t expecting a text from Tyler nor were you expecting the shirtless selfie he had sent you.

You were downing a shot when your phone lit up, you glanced down assuming it was one of your guy friends. But when you saw his name on your phone your stomach did a flip, this man had gotten your clit in a twist and you had only slept with him once.

You opened the message and bit your lip when you saw his shirtless chest, snapback on his head. His curls had grown out and were a bit messy, he also had shaven  a good chunk of his beard off. He had a nice tan and he looked well rested and all around someone you wanted in your bed tonight.

The message that he had sent had made you smile and made you think maybe he also had not stopped thinking about that night. All it did was say “Brett said you looked good, just wanted to remind you how good you looked that night in my bed.”

You shook your head and responded back.

“Good to know you’re alive, I thought you would have forgotten about me by now.” You took a selfie with a little more cleavage in the shot than usual and attached it to the message. Your friend screamed your name making you look up from your phone and you smiled and took the shot she had in her hand for you. You took it and felt your phone vibrate looking down at it again.

“Baby, I’ve been thinking about being in you all Summer.” You felt your cheeks flush and the ache in between your thighs return. Everyone knew Tyler as a fuck boy, and his message didn’t help his case but the fact that he had admitted to thinking about you, you could give a flying fuck.

“Maybe we should do it again, have a welcome home party and you can let me suck you off in the hallway again.” It was risky and bold but you sent it anyways. His response was immediate.

“We should definitely do it again, except without the party. I want you to myself.” You were a goner and he wasn’t even in the same state as you.

“Text me when you get home, I’ll be waiting, Tyler Seguin.” You sent a pink heart after it not needing any other explanation. You went to lock your phone when you saw his response which made you want to go take a cold shower.

“Stop giving what’s mine to other guys, I’ll see you in a couple weeks. I have eyes everywhere.” Tyler Seguin was one cocky, possessive fuck.

“I don’t need eyes to know you’ve been doing the same, don’t be a hypocrite. See you when you get back in Dallas.” You sent him one more Selfie of you drinking your drink with a cute smile. He sent back heart eyes. You shook your head, a couple weeks couldn’t come fast enough.

X-x

“I’m home.” You were lounging around your apartment when you got Tyler’s message. You didn’t know how long he had been home nor did you care.

“You sure know how to surprise a girl.” His reply was immediate.

“Come over, now.” You smiled to yourself and texted back 30 minutes. In a record time you showered, shaved, put on some light makeup, put on a cute underwear and bra set, threw on a pair of jeans and a v neck and headed out the door. You drove to his house and before you knew it you were in front of his house knocking on his door.

You went to grab your phone to text him you were here when the door opened and you felt the air leave your lungs and your body come alive. Tyler was standing there in basketball shorts and nothing else. His hair was messy and he looked exhausted but he grabbed you and closed the door behind you. He pulled you against him and before you knew it his lips were on yours, it was gentle with a little bit of lip biting making you moan. Fuck you had missed him.

He was the first to pull away and smile at you shyly.

“Hi, babe.” You smiled back at him and giggled a bit.

“You’re so fucking cute.” He gripped your hips and pulled you closer to him, you could feel how hard he was through his shorts.

“Mmm, when did you get back?” He started kissing down your neck leading you into the living room where he sat on the couch dragging you down onto his lap making you catch yourself on his shoulders.

“A couple hours ago.” Holy shit, you were the first person he had called over.

“Tyler! You must be fucking exhausted!” He shook his head and whined into your cleavage making you shift a bit.

“No, I just I want you.” You felt something in you soften, not really expecting to feel this way.

“I also missed you.” You looked down at his curls that were ontop of your chest, bringing one of your hands to run through his hair.

“I missed you too, Tyler.” He hummed contently before pulling away.

“So I know we only fucked once but I couldn’t get you out of my head and I would really like to do it again, but I also like want to try dating you and see where this goes. Unless you want to just sleep together but I’m pretty sure you thought about me all summer and I thought about you.” You arched an eyebrow, not really expecting this. Sex was great with him but maybe that’s why sex was great because you did want to be more than friends with him. You bit your lip and nodded.

“I kind of want to be more than a friend to you, Tyler. But that means you can’t see anyone else…” You knew who he was. He shook his head.

“I hooked up with one girl back at home and honestly, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” You lowkey felt guilty with how many guys you had slept with.

“I won’t lie, I slept with a couple guys but honestly they didn’t come close to you.” He smirked up at you shaking his head.

“Of course not, that’s what you get for trying.” You scoffed at him and hit his chest making him laugh.

“So now that we established that, can we get naked and go swimming so I can fuck you in my pool.” You rolled your eyes but reached for your shirt anyways and threw it over your head. His eyes got dark and raked down to the lace bra you were wearing.

“Of fuck yeah.” You breathed out when he leaned in and started to kiss around the lace. Without warning he lifted you up making you let out a scream.

“Tyler!”

“Oh yeah baby I love when you scream my name!” Despite the fact that neither of you were the relationship type, and despite the fact that you two had only slept together once, somehow you knew you’d be okay if this was the dork you ended up with at the end of it all.

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LITTLE DO YOU KNOW – T. SEGUIN

"𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 '𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺'."  ─ 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐒

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authors note: originally i was gonna turn this idea into a fic, but like...i have no energy for that. so if anyone wants it to, it can be a multi part series for seggy boy :)  anyway, stop by and request something or let me know what you think about this–– ok bye and enjoy!!

"Baby Benn, I need your assistance." You looked up from your Physiology book to see Big Rig, otherwise known as Jamie Oleksiak, or as you like to call him– a big teddy bear– make his way over to you.

"She's studying Jamie, what do you need?" Dave said, never taking his eyes off of Klingberg's ankle as he continued to tape it.

"What's more important? My deathly aching shin or this..." He picked the book up from your hands and lazily flipped through the pages, crinkling his nose in disgust. "This migraine-inducing book."

"Give that back," You said, standing up and reaching across the desk, taking your book from his hands. "This migraine-inducing book is what will get me my degree, which will hopefully lead to a job you teddy bear."

"Still didn't answer my question."

You sighed and marked the page before closing your book and standing up from the small desk. "Is it the same one?"

"Yup!" He smiled and hopped up onto one of the stretching tables, holding out his right leg. "So tell me doc, does it need to be amputated? Am I going to die of this killing pain?"

Before you could answer, he was getting smacked in the back of the head by a green resistance band. You looked over and saw Jamie, your older brother, rolling his eyes just as he tossed the band at you. "If you don't do your stretches it won't be the shin splints that kills you, it'll be me."

"Damn Chubbs, I was just playing," Big Rig groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. "You didn't need to almost decapitate me."

"Oh, so I can go back to studying?" You asked, holding out the resistance bands as your brother, Dave and a few of the other players getting serviced laughed. "Unless you want to write this paper for me after your game tonight?"

Big Rig rolled his eyes and grabbed the band, looping his foot through it and starting to stretch his shin. "You just lost your spot as my favorite trainer in training."

"I'm the only trainer in training, J." You reached out for the resistance band and made him take more into his grip. "Keep it tight and stretch slow. You'll get the most out of it that way."

Soft snickering behind you soon turned into a burst of laughter and you watched as Big Rig's attempt to hide a smirk, ultimately failed. You sighed and rolled your eyes, not needing to know who the laughter belonged to. "27-years-old and still acting like a pre-pubescent boy with an underdeveloped frontal lobe? Could only be you, Segs."

Tyler fake scoffed, bringing a hand to his chest and looking at you with hurt eyes. "I'm flattered you've managed to keep my age tucked away in that big brain of yours, but pre-pubescent? I figured baby Benn would have a much better insult than that."

"Oh, I have tons of better insults," sitting down in your chair, you picked up your book and smiled at him. "Just none that your baby brain would be able to even begin to comprehend."

His hurt look faded and he licked his top teeth, shaking his head and laughing. "You'd be very surprised at what this baby brain can understand."

You gasped, this time holding your hand to your chest and looking at him in wonder. "You mean that you're capable of having knowledge in anything besides Hockey and breasts?"

You heard the snap of Big Rig's resistance band echo as it flew off of his foot. The other guys stared at you in awe before laughing at Tyler. You raised a single eyebrow at your brother's best friend, daring him to snipe back at you. But when he opened his mouth, Jamie stepped in your vision, picking up Big Rig's resistance band. "Okay you two, stop bickering like some stupid lovesick teenagers." He tossed the resistance band at Big Rig and turned to you. "And please, I never want to hear the word breasts come out of your mouth again."

"I'm almost 22 Jamie, it's perfectly normal for–"

He held up a hand and shook his head. "For the sake of my ears, just...please, no bodily mentions. I'd just rather not have that in my head."

You sunk back down into your chair, as he went to grab a foam roller. Before looking back at your book, you peeked over the top of it to see Tyler stuffing a heating pad into his shirt, holding it firmly on his left shoulder. As if he could feel you staring, he looked up, resting his back against the wall and smirked, raising a single eyebrow before tapping his temple and mouthing "big brain."

You rolled your eyes and subtly cleared your throat and turned the page, using your middle finger that you made sure was perfectly within his line of vision. He laughed and covered it up with a cough before shaking his head and leaving the training room completely.

It was normal, dealing with the chirps of your brothers' teammates. You'd been around them for the last three years of your college education, only this time during your last year, you were working alongside them. It was a weird adjustment, going from seeing them in the corridors post-game, relaxing on the weekends at a bar to shadowing their athletic training staff during practices and games. When you mentioned your internship, Jamie didn't even bother to ask you if you wanted to shadow the Dallas Stars Athletic Trainers. Mainly because he knew you were too afraid to ask. So he just went up to Jim Nill and asked if you could do your internship there for the season and that was it.

That's how you got your internship.

You were grateful for the fact that your brother was able to help you get your foot in the door with this internship, which is why you did anything and everything that your 'bosses' asked. Whether it was replacing heating pads, washing the covers for them, changing the water in the heater– any grunt work, you did with no hesitation. And they appreciated seeing you so willing to learn what their day-to-day lives were like when they were on the job. Eventually, you went from doing grunt work to being able to tape up ankles, help with stretches, almost anything except for stitching. That, you weren't allowed to do.

The boys took you in as one of their own the moment most of them met you, your freshman year at SMU. It was easy to 'adopt' Chubb's little sister, as they so liked to put it. And the moment that you stepped foot into the training room with your official Dallas Stars polo, that's when the real fun began. Their jokes about you being 'Baby Benn' never seemed to end. You were often victim to their playful chirping and of course, they didn't bother to keep the language clean of innuendos are curse words. They knew that they didn't have to though, especially since you grew up with Jordie and Jamie Benn as your two older brothers. Not only had you'd grown up knowing what the Hockey atmosphere was like, but you could also give it right back to them.

And man, they loved it. Tyler, however, seemed to love it the most. Whether it was because he was Jamie's best friend or he just took a special interest in picking on you, you never figured it out. Besides Big Rig and Bishop, you were close to Tyler. Mainly, since he was Jamie's best friend, but also because of all of the ways he's helped you out in the last four years. He and Jamie moved you into your dorm room every year since freshman year. When they were on long roadies, Tyler paid you to come over and take care of the dogs, though you never took the money because playing with his three boys was like free therapy and his house was only a few minutes down the road. And if inclement weather forced you to evacuate campus and you didn't feel like staying on Jamie's fancy leather couch, Tyler offered you one of his many guest rooms. Though most of the time, you just took the couch at Jamie's.

Tyler may be your big brother's best friend so you've got to know him a little bit over the last few years...but if there was one thing you knew most about him, it was his womanizing reputation about Dallas. Hell, around anyplace he steps foot in. He knows he's a damn good hockey player, he knows that he's not exactly ugly and he's damn well aware of all of the women who'd love to say that they spent the night with Stanley Cup Champion, Tyler Seguin. And he doesn't care because like any 20-something male, he's getting laid and that's all that matters.

Which, you guess is why the two of you tend to butt heads and chirp at each other the most. You can't stand guys who bounce from girl to girl and he's just an ass. Especially since he always joins in whenever Jamie rags on your boyfriend of two years, Cole. For as long as you've been dating, Jamie and Tyler have refused to let up on the jokes involving his red-shirt senior status on the baseball team or his involvement in Beta Upsilon Chi. They'd always sneak in stupid frat jokes whenever they were around him, knowing that he'd probably never catch on. You couldn't rebuke them though, because well...Cole kind of was your stereotypical Frat bro. But you got enough of the negative comments from your dad and oldest brother whenever you were at home, you didn't want them to follow you down at school too.

Your ringtone blaring from your backpack that was hanging on the back of your chair tore you away from your textbook. When you put it down, you noticed that the training room was empty and their warm-up music was echoing softly from outside of the room. It happens sometimes, you getting so lost in your schoolwork that you just tend to zone out all noise. And you weren't needed out on the bench until game time anyway, so it was no wonder why Dave didn't bother to interrupt your reading.

You reached into your backpack and grabbed your phone, looking at the screen to see that Cole was calling. Pressing the green button, you brought the phone up to your ear and picked your book back up. "Hey, what's up?"

"Hey babe where are you?" His voice was being muffled by the loud music coming from his end of the call.

You laughed, turning another page. "I think the better question, is where are you?"

You could hear him talking to people in the background as the music overtook his side of the call. Ignoring it, you took a deep breath and sighed, re-reading over a paragraph. "What did you say?"

"I didn't say anything besides asking where you were."

The music and sounds of people mingling muffled on his side of the call, making it a little easier to hear him. "Oh I'm at the house, where are you? Are you almost ready to head over?"

Flipping another page, your focus starts to dwindle from Cole and more into your textbook. "Um, no? I'm at the arena for work."

"What do you mean? Why are you at the arena?" The muffled sound of music doesn't last much longer as it practically erupts through the speaker on your phone. He must have gone back into the pre-game.

You pull the phone away from your ear and check the time. Warm-ups shouldn't be ending for another five minutes, meaning nobody should be coming into the training room or the corridor anytime soon. You pressed the speaker and placed your phone onto the desk. "I'm working tonight, remember?"

"Uh, no? You never told me you were working tonight!" He yelled over the music, saying hi to more people as he traveled through the house no doubt. "You're supposed to be here in like, thirty minutes, Y/N. It's Beta Ball! You said you'd be here."

"Actually, no I didn't," you could feel yourself begin to get annoyed as you heard one of his friends offer him two shots. "I told you that I had to work. I even printed out a schedule and gave it to you, remember?"

The sound of him gulping down two shots echoed over your phone as he sighed in relief. "You didn't give me a damn schedule, Y/N."

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you were telling yourself to cut him some slack since he was obviously in the midst of pre-gaming. But another part of yourself just wanted to tell him you were busy and hang up the phone. Cole could care less about his schoolwork, only frat parties, preparing for his upcoming season and then getting drafted.

"I did give you a schedule, Cole. I gave it to you on Monday," you flipped another page, "which was four days ago."

The music started to muffle again, soon followed by the sound of a door shutting– muffling the music completely. "This party is a huge deal, Y/N. It's one of the biggest parties of the semester and if you're not here I'll look like a total fucking loser. It's the damn formal!"

You couldn't help but snort as his statement. "It's not the biggest party of the year, Cole. You're just drunk."

He must be stumbling around whatever room he's in because you can hear him bumping into things and stuff being thrown on the floor. It was surprising how bad his tolerance was, especially for being in a frat. "You're not even a real fucking trainer, why are you there?"

"It's my internship for my degree, Cole. Some of us care about getting a college education instead of worrying about what to wear to the next sleazy frat party," you chuckled to yourself, shaking your head. "So calm down the roid-rage and enjoy your party of the year."

"Are you fucking coming or are you too busy being a bitch errand-girl for your brother's shitty team?"

"Jesus Christ, Cole it's not even a real ball!" You yell, just as the sound of a door opening and closing echoes around you. "It's literally that stupid party where girls have to wear lingerie and the boys just spend their time ogling over them."

A wave of green rushed into the room, coming to a stop at the table closest to me. They pulled their warm-up jersey over their head before you could even make out who it was. But the moment you saw the fancy script of one familiar Stanley Cup tattoo, you knew who it was. You picked up the phone, taking it off of speaker bringing it back to your ear as he continued to dress down from his gear. "What? Have you contracted an itch from all of the girls you've been seeing?"

Tyler looked over at you and smiled, shaking his head as he kept undressing. "Don't enjoy the show too much."

"Seriously Y/N, it's super fucked up that you're not coming tonight! You owe it to me, I'm your fucking boyfriend!" His slurred voice must have been heard from your phone since Tyler looked over at you again with a raised eyebrow. "If you don't show up, we're done! You can take your shit a-and get lost."

"I need service, please," Tyler said, taking your attention away from the phone call and hopping up onto the table in nothing but his pants and his pads. He was sitting up straight and had his hands in his lap like he was a kindergartner waiting for storytime.

"Sorry Seguin, I don't provide the kind of service you're used to."

He rolled his eyes and kicked up both of his legs, taking off his sicks and shin pads. "Not that kind, the athletic training kind." His eyes moved over to the phone against your ear and then back at you. "Or are you too busy?"

"Is that a guy?" Cole slurred, his loud slurping from his new drink grossing you out. "Y/N, who the fuck are you with?"

The annoyance from the entire phone call was bubbling up until you couldn't take it anymore. "Listen, Cole, I need to go," you looked over at Tyler, setting down and closing your book. "I'm busy."

"Are you at least going to fucking try and come to the party instead of wasting away like an old maid?" You raised your eyebrows at his comment, your inner voice telling you to refrain from snapping at him.

And yet, it was hard not to feel guilty since you knew how important these frat parties were to Cole. You sighed and stood up from the chair. "Maybe after the game, I don't know."

He didn't even bother to reply to your response and instead, just hung up on you. You pulled the phone away from your ear and stared at it to see that he had, in fact, hung up on you. "Rejection hurts, huh?"

You rolled your eyes at Tyler's comment and placed the phone back down onto the desk, then making your way over to him. "Is there any reason why you just performed a half-assed strip show in the training room?"

"Oh no, that's not my strip show," Tyler laughed, wiggling his eyebrows up and down. "You'd know my strip show if you saw it. It leaves the ladies dripping."

"Why? Because they pissed themselves from laughing so hard?"

In true Tyler fashion, he rolled his eyes and stuck his feet up at you. "I need my ankles taped and don't worry, Dave said you could do it."

"A little late there, don't you think?" You asked, walking over to the cupboards that held every material you'd need. "Or is the Tyler Seguins' supposed big brain, not able to support memory?"

"Yeah, well I got distracted by your brother and his fawning over Katie...again."

You laughed, taking the basket with everything that you'd need back over to the table he was sitting on. "Ah, so you've been caught up on the drama?" You grabbed a stool and brought it to the end of the table, resting a knee on it as you nodded for him to scoot back and extend out his leg.

He leaned back on his hands, watching as you began to tape his ankle. "At this point, I think their relationship history could give lifetime at least three new movies."

"Lifetime movies, huh? Didn't take you to be the kind of guy to tune in to those." You focused on going through the appropriate steps, keeping your eyes on his ankle. "Maybe Hallmark, but definitely not Lifetime."

"Wow, you know so little about me, I'm hurt. Besides, their 'sucks to be sixteen' marathons are great." He brought his right knee up as you tapped the finished ankle before moving onto his left. "Let me guess, you love the Hallmark Christmas movies and you've never missed a single one?"

You looked up at him for a few seconds before looking back down and continuing to work on his ankle, not answering his question. He wiggled his foot, causing you to look back up at him. "Seguin, I swear to–"

"Ha! I knew it! You're a total sucker for those cheesy, romance Christmas movies."

"For your information," You meticulously started to wrap his ankle with the pre-wrap. "It's a family tradition, at least between my mom, my sister and me. Dad and the boys wouldn't be caught dead watching those." You paused, smiling for a second. "Unless it's the Candace Cameron-Bure ones. Jamie's a sucker for those."

A comfortable silence settled over as you finished up his ankle. When you tapped it, he sat up and pointed down at the floor. "Can you pick up my socks? I don't want to have to bend down to get them."

"Why, is Mr. 3% body-fat getting, dare I say..." you faked a gasp as you bent down to pick up his socks. "lazy?"

"No," he swung a sock out at you, missing you by a few inches before bending over to put it back on as you walked over and placed some tape down for him to use. "So Cole..."

"Ugh, can we please not talk about him?" You groaned, putting the basket back into the cupboard. "I swear our that phone call gave me a migraine, so I don't need to hear your jokes."

"No, not that." he put on both shin guards before moving on to fixing his socks. "I just...does he always talk to you like that?"

"Like what?"

"Oh I don't know, let me think," He put the tape down next to him before, getting off of the table. "Does, ‘are you fucking coming or are you too busy being a bitch errand-girl for your brother's shitty team?’ sound familiar?"

You stopped in front of the desk, looking at him and feeling your embarrassment start to take over. "Y-You heard that?"

He nodded his head towards the door and reached down for his skates, putting them back on. "So does he? Talk to you like that?"

You realized how cliche it would seem if you told Tyler that it was only when Cole was drunk, that he talked to you that way. But the last six months of your relationship had been a little hostile. Senior year was a pressure on both of you, but Cole seemed to be wearing it far worse than you. "He was drunk, what does it matter?"

"It matters because I have two younger sisters and I know for a fact that if one of their shitty boyfriends talked to them that way, he'd end up in an ER bed." He stood up off of the table and turned to pick up his warm-up jersey.

"Well good thing you're not my brother then, huh?" You joked, expecting him to make a comment back at you.

Instead, he looked a little lost in thought before he shook himself out of it, smiling at you. "Doesn't mean I still wouldn't put frat boy Cole in an ER bed."

You walked around the desk, plopping down into your chair as the murmuring of voices from down the hall echoed from the hallway. "Better get going, don't want to be late for the meeting."

"Yeah, I guess," Tyler tossed his jersey over his shoulder and headed towards the door, stopping in front of it. "Are you going tonight? To that party...with Cole?"

You looked up from your book, caught off guard by his question and the way he said it. For a moment, if you weren't convincing yourself that you were delusional. You'd think that Tyler looked...concerned or maybe even a bit genuinely curious about your nighttime plans.

You shrugged your shoulders, picking the book back up. "I don't know, maybe. There's usually some lingerie contest at this thing and the winner gets a $100 tab to some bar downtown, so maybe if I leave here in time."

You made sure to pay attention to the way he reacted to your response. His features darkened a little bit before he turned away from you walking out of the training room. You returned back to your book, only to be interrupted by someone clearing their throat. When you looked up, you saw Tyler leaning back in, a smile on his face. "Any chance I can get some pics?"

You threw the empty roll of tape on your desk in his direction and he ducked out of the way, laughing all the way down the hallway. "BYE Tyler!" You called out, returning back to your textbook.

As your eyes skimmed the words that your brain failed to absorb, a smile crept onto your face as you looked back up into the empty doorway. "No," you said, shaking your head and closing your eyes, following it with a deep breath. "No, absolutely not. Do not go there."

When you opened your eyes, a small sinking gut feeling took over when you looked into the empty hallway. Part of you wanted Tyler to reappear in the doorway with his goofy grin. But he wasn't there, and neither was his stupid request for lingerie pictures or his...amazingly stupid abs. What bothered you the most though, wasn't the fact that he wasn't standing there...but what he meant by his request.

Did he want lingerie pictures of the other contestants...or of you?

[sendingmyrevenge]

Interrogation - Tyler Seguin

A/N: Yes, dogs can eat apple pie as long as it doesn’t contain nutmeg :)

Warnings: None

Summary: In a house full of mischievous boys, you’re determined to find out who ate your apple pie.

You glared at the three culprits sitting across from you. 

“Alright, which one of you boys did it?” You questioned in a stern tone. 

Tyler was looking everywhere but at you, folding his arms on the table and playing with his fingers. Your 5-year-old son, Jack, sat in the middle. He sat stiffly in his chair and stared intently at the floor. His legs mindlessly swung back and forth. Like Tyler, he refused to look up at you. Next to Jack sat Gerry. Gerry was being, well, Gerry. He rested lazily on the dining chair panting and staring at you cluelessly. He had one paw on the table, as if to say “Why am I even here?”

“Tyler?” You spoke up. Tyler mustered up the courage to look at you. He raised his eyebrows and scrunched up his nose. It was the look of someone caught redhanded.

“Did. You. Eat. The. Apple. Pie.” You questioned through gritted teeth. 

The tension was thick.

Tyler gulped, intimidated. “No, honey.” He answered innocently. You knew he was lying from the small stain on the collar of his shirt. 

You narrowed your eyes at him, watching him shrink under your gaze for a couple seconds before turning to Jack. 

“Jackson Paul Seguin.” 

Jack looked up at you with wide eyes, realizing how much trouble he was in when you used his full name. “Did you eat Mommy’s pie?”

“No, Mommy.” He shook his head vigorously. His mouth was covered in the remnants of honeycrisp apple. Crumbs stuck on the corner of Jack’s mouth fell. You raised your eyebrow.

“Oh really? Are you sure?” You crossed your ams.

“Yes, Mommy.”

Last night, you baked your infamous apple pie for Jackie, your mother-in-law’s, birthday celebration. You made sure the apple pie was covered and pushed far back on the kitchen counter so no one would take it. The family recipe was passed down to you from your grandmother. Thus, it became a popular dessert for your family, friends, and even Tyler’s teammates. Earlier this morning, you walked into the kitchen and saw chunks of the pie gone. Marshall and Cash were with you, so there could only be three boys in the household who had done it. 

“Do you know who ate it then?” You implored.

Jack nodded his head and pointed a finger at Gerry. “Gerry jumped on the counter and took a big bite!” 

Gerry whimpered and tilted his head to the side, like he knew he was being accused. Tyler chuckled and quickly covered it up with a cough.

“Is this funny to you, mister?” You snapped. 

“No, Y/N. Wasn’t funny at all.” He cleared his throat.

You ran your hand through your locks, a habit you do when stressed. You looked back at Jack. “If it was him, how did Gerry take off the cling wrap?” Jack shrugged, not thinking his explanation through. 

A sigh escaped your mouth. You leaned forward on the table, your fingernails tapping the wood. “Sweetie, you know lying is bad. You should always tell the truth to avoid the consequences.” You spoke softly. Jack nodded in understanding. His puppy dog eyes made you melt, but you knew you couldn’t break. 

“Are you going to tell the truth now?” 

Jack contorted his face, deep in thought. Tyler was looking back and forth between you and Jack. He was nervous knowing the truth would be out soon and he did not want to face a pissed off wife. 

“Y/N,” Tyler interrupted. “I have practice in half an hour. I really have to go.” He excused himself, trying to get out of the situation. 

“Nuh uh. Sit your booty down right now. If Jim has a problem with you being late, then he can deal with me.” You challenged. Your husband sat right back in his chair, scared of you more than his coach. You smirked, having the upper hand. Jack was quiet and still looked like he was thinking. 

“Jack...” You inquired. 

Your son hung his head low. He muttered something into his chest, almost inaudibly. You couldn’t make out what he said. “What was that?” 

Answering loud and clearly, Jack stated, “Daddy and I ate some of your pie while you were upstairs.” Bingo. You sighed and rubbed your temple. What were you going to do now? 

“I’m sorry Mommy. Dad and I were really, really hungry.” Jack looked at you in guilt. He had the same expression as Tyler; a carbon copy of his father. You exhaled a breath you were holding and walked around the dining table to them. You bent your knees so you were eye level with Jack and pushed back his curls.

 “You’re not in time-out this time,” You started. “but you can’t take or eat things when you know it is for someone else. Are we clear?” Jack’s frown turned into a grin and nodded in understanding. 

You kissed his forehead and told him to go wash his face. Jack jumped off the chair and Gerry followed behind him, happy he wasn’t in trouble anymore. You then stood and turned to Tyler with an unexplainable look. 

Before you could open your mouth, Tyler added, “Listen, I know I was a bad influence to Jack but you only bake your pie on special occasions and I was craving them recently and I know it’s bad for my diet but I couldn’t help-” He was interrupted with your laughter. Sure you were upset that you spent hours baking the pie only for it to be destroyed, but Tyler was too adorable when he rambled.

“Babe, calm down. I’m not mad anymore.” You giggled. Tyler sighed in relief and pulled you into his lap, burying his face into your neck. 

“You’re scary when you’re mad.” He whispered against your skin. This made you playfully slap his arm. “And was all of this necessary?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Of course. I had to teach Jack a lesson.” 

You felt Tyler nod in understanding. “But did you really have to bring a dog into this?” He continued. His comment made you laugh. 

“Well,” You patted his tatted arms and changed the topic. “have fun telling your mom why there’s no pie this year.” Your husband groaned, leaning his head on you. Jackie was not one you’d want to disappoint. 

Although you didn’t want to leave his lap, you had to check up on Jack to make sure he didn’t make any more of a mess. You got off your husband’s lap and gave him a peck.

“Go before you’re even more late to practice.” 

“Shit.”

[thatsmybish]

First Day

A/N: It’s been a minute since I wrote for Tyler so here you go. I know it’s pretty short, but I hope you like it. I think it’s pretty cheesy but who doesn’t like cheese? Happy reading! 

Summary: First day on the Job and you made a complete fool of yourself but the day inst over it can still turn around. 

Word Count: 644

You walked in the arena, you just started a job as the new media person for the Dallas Stars. You had been shown around on your first day but you were still lost trying to find your office. Somehow you ended up at the ice during practice, while it’s not what you intended you took advantage of the opportunity to take photos of the team. All the guys were so focused on practice no one noticed you walking around snapping pictures and you were so focused on the pictures you didn’t notice the step in front of you. This resulted in you falling flat on your face which did earn a yelp and that’s when everyone knew you were there. You kind of laid on the ground for a moment hoping no one was looking your way out of pure embarrassment. The boys all skated over to the glass closest to you and Tyler hit the glass to get your attention.

“Hey! You on the ground! You good?” He yelled loud enough for you to hear him. 

You stayed on the ground and just kind of looked up at them all looking at you, “Yeah, Yeah I uh... I meant to do that.” 

“You meant to fall face first into the ground?” He chuckled. 

“Totally,” you finally stood up and dusted yourself off “I uh thought it would be a better angle for photos” 

“If it wasn’t for your face being beet red I might just be inclined to believe you, but since it is are you sure you’re ok?” 

“I’m not going to make any of you believe me am I?” 

 They all just laughed and shook their heads when Jamie spoke up “Are you the new media person?” 

“Yeah I just started yesterday and I was trying to find my office but I got lost and since ya’ll were practicing I just took advantage of the opportunity.” 

“We’ll show you around after practice, sound good?” Tyler offered. 

“Yeah, that would be great.” 

The boys went back to practice. You watched as they skated through all their practice shots and defenses. Once they started to skate off the ice they told you to stay put and they’d come to you. After about 20 minutes they found you, Jamie and Tyler introduced themselves and asked you how you got this job. AS they showed you around you told them about yourself and how you found yourself working for the Stars. You let them know that this was kind of like a giant dream, you couldn’t even believe you were doing it. They showed you all the secret passages to certain places and the easiest ways around the building. At some point, Jamie said that he had to leave so that left just you and Tyler to talk. It wasn’t awkward like you thought it was going to be, Tyler was actually really easy to talk to. When he had finally shown you to your office you both just ended up sitting and talking for another hour. He told you all about his dogs and you reciprocated with telling him about your own. 

“I think we should get them together one day. I’m sure Gerry would love to have a new friend.” 

“Yeah, I think that would be really fun.” 

“Then maybe we could grab some dinner afterward?” 

“Wow Seguin that was smooth as hell!” 

“I thought so too. What do you say? Pretty girl like you deserves a good dinner.” 

“I would absolutely love to grab some dinner with you.” You couldn’t help but smile ear to ear. 

“Great. I can’t wait. I’ll text you.” 

Maybe this new job was just a dream, there was no way you had this amazing job and got asked out by Tyler Seguin on your first day. You had a feeling you were really going to like it. 

[omegastryker]

Everyone has that fav sports player they aspire to be one day. Be it in hockey, baseball etc...

But what if, fans turn a 180. What is a fan to do when he's left to defend a player all by himself? Stars also help him defend the player. Even if it's mocking him, blocking him on social media. The works.

One player stood alone. With only just his family, friends and a single fan + the fan's parent by his side. "Why do all this? You've seen what I did right? So why?

Jordan responded, "we've been there buddy. We've made mistakes. More times than we can count. Not caring about anybody else. Alwas what I would want, instead of giving a thought to what others want. Being self-centered, rather than self-less. You saw how ugly those crazy fangirls acted right. Well, same here. That's when my mom called me out. Then I saw a whole new light. Caring for others. Like how you would, when putting ball hockey out there" ~ Jordan

"I haven't met you. But my son told me lots about you. And he's right. Don't fight this battle on your own. Why don't we fight this battle together?" suggested Jordan's mom

Jordan's buddy agreed. Jordan also defended his friend from fangirls/boys that unjustly attacked her. Now one of Tyler's favorite friends. Through them, he got to know more about Jordan, Megan. And met Jordan's mom and friends. Sure, it was a bumpy road. But the Stars were with them through it all.

And they stood alone, meeting new hockey fans. Just befriending and loving on them. Being Tyler, he also brought his humor too. Making fans day brighter

This' what's good about Amazing grace. Once was lost, but now is found

[moonhowlerpack]

Stone Cold {Tyler Seguin}

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Requested by: Anonymous

Warnings: Cheating

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Inspired by: Sam Smith~~ Too good at goodbyes song starts at 00:47

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You smiled as Tyler waved enthusiastically at you from the bench before he turned back around, Grace Jamie’s girlfriend nudged you “What’s that about” she murmured. Looking back at her she had her eyebrows raised “I-uh I don’t know actually but I like it” You confessed.

Grace squealed pulling your arm harshly “I knew it oh my god my otp is finally getting together” Grace squealed attracting the attention of the boys on the bench. Grace noticed this beforehand she glared at them “Aren't yah supposed to be practicing, yeah u-huh turn around” her sass had the boys turning back around in seconds.

“Tell me everything and I mean everything” Grace wiggled her eyebrows you turned a beet red, hearing a whistle causing both of you to turn around seeing Jamie and an equally red face Tyler. Grace gripped your arm tighter shaking your arm harshly “I TOLD YOU JAMIE THEY’RE MEANT TO BE” Grace screamed making you flinch from the sudden scream.

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Tyler held the door open to his house “I’m sorry we couldn’t enjoy the dinner it’s just you know how some hardcore fans are” Tyler felt guilty after days of planning and lining up each other’s schedules it still didn’t work out. 

“Tyler honestly, I kind of felt out of place at the restaurant I’m not that type of person to be in that type of scene” You quickly reassured him and you weren’t lying either you really did feel out of place.

“Uh do you want to order a pizza instead” Tyler suggested feeling relieved “Sure as long as you lend me some sweatpants and a comfy shirt” You suggested “oh and some wings maybe a couple of beers too” You shrugged your shoulders.

Feeling Tyler’s gaze you turned around to see him gripping his phone with a shocked expression on his face “God your perfect” Tyler muttered causing you to blush “Was I too straight forward” You asked suddenly feeling your confidence going down.

“Like I said you’re perfect”

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“Tyler it was just one point” You tried placing a comforting hand on his bicep but he jerked back, “You don’t get it I could have done it and won the home game” He muttered angrily “I do Tyler I really do-” You tried comforting him once again.

“Leave me the hell alone I’m done talking about it” Tyler practically yelled in your face causing several players outside the locker room to look at Tyler and you.

Tyler turned around entering the locker room but not before slamming the door loudly, you flinched tears emerging from your eyes but you paid no mind to it Grace looked at you sadly “It’s okay (Y/N) he’ll get over it I’ll make sure he stays out of trouble” Jamie spoke softly.

Nodding once Grace grabbed your hand “C’mon I’ll take you home, uh Jamie pick me up later” Grace turned quickly giving Jamie a look ‘Help Tyler while I help (Y/N)’. Jamie nodded before he walked into the locker room

“Tyler what the hell is your problem she was trying to help you” Jamie growled at Tyler “My problem is whenever I let someone too close they’ll end up leaving me eventually” speaking softly Jamie sighed before sitting next to Tyler on the bench and patting his back.

“From what I’ve seen she’s not going to leave you anytime soon” Jamie then stood up and left Tyler to his thoughts.

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You stood cheering as Tyler had the puck quickly passing it to Jamie, the player from the opponent team rammed Tyler into the boards causing the referee to stop the game.

You watched as Tyler didn’t stand for a good minute, medical staff surrounding him Jamie shot Grace and you a look ‘Get to the trainer’s room’ you both scrambled out of your seats rushing to the room.

After running about half the stadium you got to the room where the security let you into the room Grace right behind you, “Hey Grace I didn’t know you brought in an angel with you” Tyler spoke causing you to roll your eyes “You asshole you scared me and made me run half of the stadium just to tell me a pick up line” You walked closer to Tyler and grabbing his hand.

“Oh sweetheart we both know you can handle running that I mean you can handle me” Tyler smirked up at you “And I’m leaving know this just awkward for me” Grace left without another word.

“Glad you’re here for me angel” he kissed your knuckles making you chuckle “Glad to see you didn’t lose your charm, don’t know what I would do without it”

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“Tyler are you going to-Tyler” You repeated Tyler’s name as his attention was focused on his phone, his eyes glanced up looking over at you cautiously “Are you-” You were interrupted by the doorbell ringing again.

“I’ll get it” You threw Tyler a curious look but his eyes were already looking down at his phone once again a frown appearing.

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Jamie walked into the locker rooms looking for Tyler but seeing no sign of him his eyes searched around looking for sign he was here, yet nothing turned up.

Jamie reached for his cell phone dialing Tyler’s number, the call didn’t last long it only rang twice before it was sent straight into voicemail. Jamie furrowed his eyebrows dialing your number hoping you would know where Tyler was.

“Hello Jamie” You greeted cheerfully “Hey do you mind telling Tyler to hurry up” Jamie spoke into the phone “Uh-he left early this morning saying you wanted all day practice I haven’t seen him since nine” You said confusion lacing with your voice.

“Oh” Jamie didn’t know how to respond “You know what this was a prank” Jamie faked laugh you joined him “You got me Jamie that was-” You were cut off by Jamie “Yeah but I got to go now see yah later” Jamie hanged up on you quickly not hearing your response he sighed heavily shaking his head.

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Tyler ran through the building trying to get the locker room but was met with an angry Jamie with his arms crossed over his chest. “You missed practice” Jamie huffed out angrily “Yeah I’m sorry I got caught up with (Y/N) she wanted something from the store and when it wasn’t in one I went around trying to get what she wanted” Tyler lied through his teeth but Jamie nodded.

 “Yeah I understand happens sometimes” Jamie shrugged acting as if it wasn’t a big deal “I’ll stay right now to practice” Tyler said before he walked around Jamie straight to the locker rooms. Jamie turned around seeing him walk away but not before seeing a semi red-orange lipstick stain on his neck.

Jamie knew for a fact you hated that shade of lipstick.

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“So Jamie why did you invite me here” You tried getting a conversation going looking around the small retro diner, Jamie looked over at you sadly “I thinks he’s cheating on you (Y/N) I don’t know with who or when it started” Jamie broke the news to you. You gripped the cloth of the table in your hand “Jamie if this is a prank-” Your words were caught in your throat.

“I wish I really wish” Jamie stretched his hand over grabbing yours “I’m sorry” a sob broke out of your body the diner was quiet but all was heard was your sniffles and Jamie soothing words.

The waitress walked over to you telling you the meal was on the house but you were to heartbroken to respond.

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You let Tyler’s hands drop harshly your body filling with disgust as you stared down at the person in front of you “I’m speechless” You spoke angrily. You stood up walking around the coffee table “We can work this out (Y/N) it was a onetime thing trust me” Tyler pleaded you shrugged on your coat in a haste.

“There is no more trust just like there is no more us” You spoke calmly making Tyler flinch “I-uh” Tyler made an attempted to walk closer to you “Tyler stop” Jamie spoke up from the couch. You stared at Jamie tears filling your eyes, Jamie looked over at you sadly mirroring your expression.

“Jamie” “No, grace after all you are the one he cheated on with” Jamie turned around glaring at his now ex-girlfriend. Grace flinched seeing the anger in Jamie eyes, Jamie followed your lead by shrugging on his coat he turned around glaring one last time before he followed you out the door.

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Part two:: {Here}

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[leafstrassh]

masterlist !! <3

hiiii everyone! it’s taken me FOREVER but all of my fics are finally in one place!! enjoy xx

sunsets fade and love does too - tyler seguin 

you never gave a warning sign - tyler seguin (pt I)

i gave so many signs - tyler seguin (pt II)

you make it easy - tyler seguin 

i know i’m lost but i’m waiting to be found - connor mcdavid

time won’t fly, it’s like i’m paralyzed by it - noah hanifin 

a lover’s game is never fair - tyler seguin 

when i taste tequila - tyler seguin 

the way i loved you - matthew tkachuk 

someone will love you, but someone isn’t me - tyler seguin

forever is the sweetest con - matthew tkachuk

[isles-queen]

Requests are... open?!

Hello!

So it has been a solid HOT MINUTE since I have touched my Tumblr account (like my last oneshot was all the way in 2017). I’m lowkey in the mood to play around and do some fanfics, so please know I have a requests section that is open. However, I know I also have about 50 (very old) requests in my inbox, so I might reintegrate myself into this world through some of them. :)

I am more than open to feedback! I might be a bit rusty, so again, constructive feedback is highly appreciated.

Although I am primarily an Islanders account, I am more than happy to branch into other teams and players - though that’ll be some trial and error, so please be patient and give me your best feedback.

So, again, requests are open, but please no Rags, Pens (sorry, no Crosby), and honestly no Tavares requests.

In the meantime, this is my master list of past one-shots (😏):

Dallas Stars

Tyler Seguin

Meetin’ The Fam!

GoPro: DZ & Seggy

Movie Night

House Party

Babying a Sick Tyler

First Time on the Ice

Tyler’s Daughter

Cuddle Night

Baby Talks

Pillow Forts & The Body Issue

Love Triangle (pt1)

Pool Fun(?)

A Thundering Exploration

Second Try

(back from hiatus) A Black Tie Rendezvous

Jamie Benn

Babysitting an Injured Seguin

New House

The First Dance

The End to the Love Triangle (pt2)

Scaredy Cats

Snowed In

Jason Demers

Negotiating with “Daddy”

Pretend Boyfriend

Blackmail & Parties

Mr. Steal Your Girl

Santa Demers

Chicago Blackhawks

Jonathan Toews

Toews’ First Cup

Golfing with the Hawks

Patrick Kane

Big Bro’s Best Friend

Washington Capitals

André Burakovsky

Pre-Casino Night

Tom Wilson

Grocery Shopping

Casino Night

Ice Skating or Bowling

Surprise! - A party!

A Late Flight to Christmas

Michael Latta

Mr. Contagious

Detroit Red Wings

Luke Glendening

Frosting War

Calgary Flames

Joe Colborne

We Can’t Dance

Lance Bouma

A Visit to the Kid’s Hospital

To be continued… (Request!)

[raindropsbarzy]

hooked with u  - tyler seguin  pt.1

summary: two friends being eachothers fuck buddies and at the end, of them wants more than that

word count: 2083

warning: alcohol, weed (lol), vulgar language, mentions of sex

a/n: just a heads up, on this piece i’m writing for non white girls. specifically brown girls. and i might start doing it with my other writings too. i was inspired by numbers of gorgeous woc in my instagram lol so i thought, why not? okay, enjoy!

playlist to add the sexual tension

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Tyler is throwing a party at his place tonight after his team encouraged him to do it before the playoffs next week. And him, being the party animal that he is couldn’t resist that. So he took care of everything a few hours before the party, invited a few friends and now here they are.

He’s now leaning against the fridge and watching you from across the room with a small smile attached to his face. Not paying any attention to what his friends are saying at the moment.

You’re talking with a few of the team's girlfriends, looking as pretty as ever. Dressed in a simple black tight-fitting calf-length dress with a slit on the right that stops on your mid-thigh. Giving him a great view of your soft leg. Trade your usual air force 1 sneakers for a pair of silver heels and let your long dark hair fall back instead of putting it into a bun or a ponytail like you always do. His eyes trail up and down your body over and over, even stopping to stare at your full breasts longingly because honestly, that dress is doing a great job at complimenting your chest.

His heart swells when he sees you with his signature ‘TS’ snapback on your head. He does notice that you may have taken an interest in that specific material and loves to steal it but he doesn’t care. if others did it, he’d probably have a problem with it (even if it’s his sister) but he let it slide cause it’s you.

“You have been staring at her for God knows how long and it’s getting pretty disgusting so stop eye-fucking Y/N and talk to us.” Jamie interrupts Tyler’s daydream about you, making the others laugh in agreement,

Tyler shakes his head but a soft smile remains on his face, bringing the cold beer to his lips before taking a few gulps. “Fuck off, Benn.”

“Are you two dating or something? I mean, I’ve been watching the two of you for months now and you two sure are flirty as hell.” Bishop adds, knitting his eyebrows in curiosity,

He can only give him a shrug as his eyes stay fixated on you. Watching you throw your head back with a laugh, making his grin grow wider. “Nothing is going on between us.”

“Yeah yeah sure, not buying that bullshit.” Jamie snickers, nudging Bishop’s stomach with his elbow as if asking him if he agreed. “I mean I don’t blame you, she’s pretty hot. Wouldn’t mind getting a bit closer with her, if you know what i mean”

Tyler’s quick to crane his neck and stare at his friend, a deep frown forming on his forehead. “Don’t get any fucking ideas”

His tone is heavy and aggressive, not to mention possessive. His hand grips tightly around the bottle as the thought of Benn’s wanting to have you is making his blood boil. He may be his best friend, but when it comes to you, he doesn’t play around.

Jamie laughs, clapping his hand on Tyler’s shoulder. “I’m just messing with you, man. Well except the ‘she’s hot’ part because she is.” And Tyler is about to open his mouth to tell him to ‘back off’ but Jamie cuts him off. “But you know i wouldn’t do that, i’m your -- Jesus, stop glaring at me like that man, I’ll back off” Benn chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief at how protective he is of you (even though he isn’t your boyfriend).

“Yeah yeah,” Tyler waves him off, turning his gaze back on you. Winking as he sees you turn around and meet his eyes, seeing you giggle at him. As a response, you form your lips into a pout and give him an air kiss, accompanied by the ‘mwah’ sound just to be playful with him.

He chuckles, waving his hand at you before you turn your attention back to the girls. Leaving him only to stare at you again with a lovey-dovey smile.

“Christ, you’re whipped.” Bishop puffs out a breath, seemingly cannot believe that his friend is that hooked with you. And he doesn’t even know why (because he can’t tell what is going on with the two of you). “You never do this with other girls.”

“Of course i don’t. I don’t know them like i know Y/N.” Tyler defends, looking at his friend before sipping on his beer. “They’re just casual fucks.”

“How about Kate then?”

He groans internally, shooting daggers at Jamie who has his hands up in surrender. “That’s a long time ago, you sure you wanna bring that shit up?”

“All I’m saying is that you didn’t even look at Kate like you did to her,” He says as a matter of factly, pointing at the long-haired woman from across the room. “You’re definitely in love.”

Rolling his eyes, he shakes his head. “No, I'm not. We’re just friends. And yeah maybe i like to stare at her at most times but--”

“All the time” Bishop chimes,

He shoots a glare to his friend’s way before continuing, “But nothing is happening between us. Dude, she’s pretty as fuck. Catches me off guard sometimes and yeah sounds creepy if i said i like to stare at her all-time but can you blame me?” He defends, gesturing to you with his hand. He probably shouldn’t be straight forward and be too honest about giving you compliments right now but he blames it on the beers and couple of shots he took earlier.

The two men snort and laugh, exchanging glances with each other that says ‘are you seeing this?’ look on both of his eyes.

“Okay man, we get your point.”

Tyler relaxes, looking back at you again and he honestly can’t help himself. The way your dress is hugging your body perfectly, especially your backside and deep red lipstick you have on are doing things to him right now.

“Alright, i’ll talk to you guys later. Don’t destroy anything.” He says, putting down the empty beer bottle and starts walking over to your place without waiting to hear his friend's response.

He bites onto his lower lip as he gets closer, your eyes turn to him when you see him coming towards you. Smiling widely when his broad body softly pressing against your side.

“Ladies, mind if i steal this pretty lady for a while?” He asks, looking over at them while cocking his eyebrows.

They all smirk as if knowing what is gonna happen. “Of course, play safe kids.” The blonde-haired one wink at you before dragging the other girls away.

You chuckle softly at her, feeling Tyler’s hand around your waist as he guides you to his granite counter, leaning your back against it.

“Hi, Tyler” You smile at him, taking a couple sips of your alcohol beverage,

“Hello, sweetheart” He grins, keeping a firm grip on your waist as he stares at you intently. “You look so fucking beautiful tonight.”

Giggling, you try to cover your cheek so he can’t see you blush. “Thank you and you don’t look too bad yourself.”

You give him a once over, clad in a plain black tee that shows off a good amount of his tattoo sleeves. This is one of the things you find so sexy about him, he makes them so attractive without coming off wack. You like to trace your fingers across them.

“And I see you got my cap on, a sneaky little thing. I was looking for it this morning” He playfully scolds you,

You giggle again, poking out your tongue. “You know it’s my favorite thing of yours” turning the cap around on your head so it won’t block your vision

He arches a brow, pulling you a bit closer to him. “Really? I thought you said it’s my dick?”

Gasping in surprise, you smack him on the chest, causing him to release a loud laugh. “Don’t ruin the moment, Seguin”

“What moment are you speaking of?”

“Just doing this” You gesture with your finger, setting one of your palms on the table to keep you steady as the other grip on his shoulder “I really like being close with you.”

“I like it too. You’re driving me crazy you know that? Got the boys teasing me and shit because of that.” He murmurs, running his hand tenderly across your soft cheek in which you lean against it. “God, what is it from you that gets me like this, hm?”

Smiling at him, you shrug innocently. “I’m just very very convincing and alluring. That gets the men to keep falling on their knees as soon as I step into the room. Also, black magic. Did you know that I use that on you too?”

He chuckles at your return, obviously joking because he knows you like to add sarcasm to everything you say. That’s one of the reasons he likes you.

“Hmm” He smiles tenderly at you, unaware of the looks he’s getting from Benn and Bishop as they watch the two. “Anyway, why did you straightened your hair tonight? Not that i have any problem with it. But you said to me you’re laying off the heat though.”

“Wanna look extra extra pretty tonight for you. it was exhausted though, considering on how long my hair is” You laugh, finally taking off the cap and putting it on him as you run your hand through your locks. “Do i look pretty?” Batting your lashes at him.

“Stop playing baby, you know i always think you do” he leans a bit forward and peck your forehead. “And sexy as fuck too, Jesus. Why didn’t you wear this dress often around me?” He stares down at your dress.

“Because you prefer me naked around you.” You say in an obvious tone, seeing his eyes close and breathe out a laugh.

“True. You do look sexy when you’re naked though.” He states in a soft voice, his hand goes down to rest it against your plump ass giving it a squeeze. “Especially when i eat you out.”

“Easy tiger” You chuckle but secretly loves it when Tyler gets blunt with you in public. “You can have me later” you promise,

He groans, pouting at you. Resisting to give him a kiss on the lips. “When is later? I’m getting impatient baby.” Tugging you closer so your chest is pressing against his and he sneaks a glance down there. “And your tits are making it even harder for me.”

Throwing your head back, you laugh at his behaviour. “You have a party to host, you know? You’re being irresponsible if you want to leave just so we can fuck.”

“I don’t care, i want you right now. You’re making my dick hard the minute you stepped into the room. Don’t blame me for it.” He reasons, pressing his forehead against yours. “What do you say, baby?”

You tilt your head to the side, smiling up at him as you chew on your lip. Feeling yourself getting wet now that he’s looking at you like that. His eyes moving to your lips for a moment before looking back up. 

“Want to taste your sweet pussy” He whispers hotly against your ear causing you to shiver, “You bouncing on my cock as you scream out my name” he continues, 

You suddenly let out a soft moan, not realizing him smirking against your cheek. “You want that, hm? Get high while we fuck too, maybe?”

Nodding your head as you let out a hum, squeezing tightly on his shoulders as a sign for him to take you upstairs now. “Yes, please, Daddy”

Soon as the name slips out of your mouth. He’s a fucking goner. Body freezes and eyes turn into lust as he slowly retreats to get a good look at you. Your gaze saying that you are pleading at him so desperately for it. 

“Want you to fuck me. I need it, i’m getting wet for you”

His jaw clenches as he looks around, making sure no one is watching. Good thing, the people in here are too busy talking with each other, being drunk and dancing to Biggie’s ‘Big Poppa’. Mostly his friends because they are the ones he needs to look out for.

He looks back at you as your lips turn into a pout

“Mhmm, don’t worry. i’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk the next morning princess”

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(next is dirty shit yall dont worry)

[bennguintweets]

One Shot: Stupid Love

Requested by anon: “Can u do a short little thingy set when Tyler & Jamie were still playing and Jamie takes a really dirty hit while Tyler is on the bench just watching? Like Jamie is too injured to retaliate so Jordie and a few others come to his defense but maybe tell the story from Tyler's pov because he can hear the other player yelling homophobic slurs at Jamie while he's down? Bonus points if said player looks right at Tyler while insulting Jamie cause he "knows" about the 2 of them?”

Author’s Note: While I did use some factual information, the dialogue is completely fabricated by yours truly to fit the prompt. Please remember that and do not hold grudges against players who seemed cruel in this one shot. Someone had to be the bad guy, and this was just how it played out in my head. Also, big thank you to my good friend who improved the ish out of my grammar before I posted this, because it needed some serious work. Sorry it’s been a year to date since I wrote my last one shot. Life, man, it’s cray. Enjoy! 

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Jamie heard a quick rap of knuckles on his hotel room door. It startled him, as he wasn’t expecting anyone, but by the rhythm of the knock, he already knew who was on the other side of it.

“Hey, Mom, I gotta go. I’ll talk to you soon. Okay, love you, too. Bye.” Jamie tapped his phone screen with his thumb to end the call before lightly jogging to the door.  He checked through the peephole just to confirm the identity of his visitor. He was, in fact, correct but frowned slightly by the disheveled appearance of his friend who was normally beaming at all times.

When Jamie opened the door, however, he received a completely different expression, as Tyler was giving Jamie his infamous smirk now.

“Hey, Segs?” He didn’t mean for it to come out like it was a question.

“Whatcha doing?” Tyler asked while brushing past Jamie to enter the room.

“Sure, come on in,” Jamie teased and rolled his eyes while letting the door shut on its own. “Just got off the phone with my mom.” By the time Jamie turned around to face Tyler, he was already cozied up in Jamie’s bed.

“Wow, you’re having a crazy night,” Tyler smirked, scrolling through his phone with his feet crossed at the foot of Jamie’s bed. Jamie observed Tyler closely. Even though he was still standing by the door, he could see that Tyler’s cheeks were flushed and his skin was paler than usual.

“She always calls to make sure the flight went smoothly. We never travelled much growing up. Didn’t need to really. So she gets nervous now that I fly all the time,” Jamie explained. His cheeks heated in embarrassment immediately after his ramble because Tyler didn’t acknowledge him. He likely thought Jamie was lame, or weird. Probably both, actually.

“But, the night is still young. Want to go somewhere?” Jamie asked in a hopeful voice, feeling the need to redeem himself.

“No, actually I, uh…kinda wanted to hang out here with you… if that’s okay?” Tyler asked shyly. Jamie had never seen Tyler like this before, and he wasn’t quite sure what to do.

“Oh, um, sure,” Jamie hummed, unable to keep the surprised tone out of his voice.

Tyler sighed and shook his head. “Sorry, this is… stupid. I can go. I’m sure you want your alone time. I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Tyler sat up straight, swinging his legs over the side of the bed to push himself up. But before he could finish standing up, Jamie was over at his side with a hand on his bicep to stop him.

“Hey, no. I want you… to hang out. I just thought you were… never mind.” Jamie mentally kicked himself for not being able to formulate a sentence like a normal person, so he thought it would be best to stick with simplicity. “Sit,” he hummed and gently guided Tyler back down onto his bed.

“You sure?” Tyler asked, looking up at Jamie through his eyelashes. He looked like a kicked puppy that was hesitant to trust again. It took everything Jamie had not to wrap Tyler in a big hug to make it better, whatever it was.

It was hard for Jamie to explain his feelings for Tyler. Jamie’s never liked another guy before, but he’s also never had a girlfriend. He just figured he hadn’t met the right girl yet. But when Jamie had met Tyler, he’d started questioning things. He would never admit that to another soul, not even his brother, Jordie. It was just… Tyler was like a beam of light to Jamie. Whenever Jamie saw him, he suddenly felt so warm inside, and when Tyler smiled, Jamie swore he’d never seen anything so radiant in his entire life. He loved every minute they spent together, especially those accidentally-on-purpose moments where their arms or legs brushed against one another on the couch. Jamie lived for that, for all of that, and he loved it so much.

“Of course.” Jamie sat down next to him. They sat there in silence for what seemed like hours, staring at the muted TV with their elbows pressed up against one another. The Pens-Flyers game was on, but neither of them were really watching it. Jamie could see Tyler playing with the hem of his shirt out of the corner of his eye. Seeing Tyler in the dumps was throwing Jamie for a loop. He knew he should say something, anything.

“Hey, Jamie?” Tyler asked, his voice sounded soft and somewhat vulnerable. Jamie was relieved he didn’t have to be the one to break the silence.

“Yeah?”  

Tyler stayed silent, so Jamie turned his head to look him in the eyes. Only Tyler’s eyes were cast down towards his lap, eyebrows knitted together.

“Do you think I’m… trouble?”

“What? No. Why would-“

“Do you think I’m worth the hassle?”

“Hey, what are you even saying right now? Where is this coming from?” Jamie asked, quickly realizing that was a dumb question. They were in Boston, and it was the first time Tyler had been back since the trade. Of course Tyler would be distraught. Jamie had thought Tyler would meet up with his old teammates and go to dinner and drinks. He had friends on that team, right? Suddenly, it clicked in Jamie’s head. He couldn’t believe how oblivious and stupid he had been.

“Did someone say something to you?” Jamie asked. His mood was quickly changing from concern to protective. He could feel anger starting to bubble in his chest.

“No. The opposite.” Tyler frowned even deeper. “No one called me, Jamie. Not a single guy asked to hang out tonight. Not even, Marchy. I thought… I don’t know.” Tyler sighed and rubbed his forehead in frustration.

“Maybe, they were told not to?” Jamie tried to be the voice of reason, but he knew the minute it came out of his mouth that it sounded ridiculous and Tyler didn’t buy it. Tyler brought his eyes up to meet Jamie’s. He hated that he could see the pain in them.

“Look, Tyler. Fuck what they think.” Jamie paused when he saw the shocked expression on Tyler’s face. Shit, Jamie even surprised himself with the sudden outburst. He wanted Tyler to know he was being genuine. That he cared. Jamie took a breath to finish what he was going to say in a much softer tone. “It’s their loss.”

“You mean that?” Tyler asked, his voice still quiet, vulnerable.

“Yes.” He was looking into Tyler’s eyes, so Tyler could see the genuineness in them. He figured Tyler would break eye contact when he was satisfied, but they were well past the three-second rule now. Jamie’s stomach started flipping nervously, so he decided to change the mood in the room.

“Now stop pouting.”

“I’m not pouting,” Tyler said, giving Jamie his best mock-offended look.

“You are pouting, but you should be excited,” Jamie stated matter-of-factly.

“And why is that?”

“Because you’re hanging out with me.”

“Oh, is that so?” Tyler chuckled and raised an amused eyebrow.

“Yes, and take your shoes off. If you get my bed dirty, then you’re sleeping in it.” Jamie said before unmuting the TV. He could see Tyler smiling at him out of the corner of his eye. Finally.

~~~~~

Tyler was in his own world, blasting music in his ears through his headphones to drown out the thoughts and nerves he had about stepping onto his former home ice. The whole thing was weird to him, being in the opposing locker room in Boston, but also feeling at home with the people surrounding him despite only knowing them a couple months. He tried desperately to listen to the words of the song, but the harder he tried, the louder his thoughts became. He just wasn’t sure what kind of reception he’d receive from the Bruins fans, coaches, and players, and that was the worst part. He wished it would be one of those feel-good moments with a standing ovation and a tribute video played on the jumbotron for the entirety of the arena to see his accomplishments during his time in Boston. However, he fully expected to be booed every time he stepped foot onto the ice because of the negativity surrounding his departure from the city.

“Fuck it,” Tyler thought to himself. “Who cares what they think?” He and Jamie’s talk last night served as a reminder that he was in fact in a much better place now. He really didn’t know what he would do without Jamie through all of this change and hardship. Jamie had been the first one to greet Tyler when he’d touched down in Dallas after the trade, had never judged him before getting to know him, and had made the new city feel like home quicker than Tyler could have ever imagined. Jamie understood Tyler like nobody else. He was a godsend.

“Shit,” Tyler hissed and yanked his ear buds out. He didn’t even realize he was biting his nails until he bit too far down on his thumb. He sucked on it to relieve himself of the stinging pain, but the taste of iron from the blood quickly became evident on his tongue. 

“Hey. You okay?” came a soft voice in the stall next to him. He knew Jamie was keeping a close eye on him since last night. He hadn’t told him about his little episode that had caused him to nervous-puke his brains out, but Jamie was a quiet observer. He figured Jamie knew he had had a rough night before going over to his room, which was probably why he had let Tyler sleep in his bed after passing out in the middle of the movie they’d watched. Tyler had been surprised to find Jamie asleep next to him when he woke up to his alarm the following morning, but they were a good distance apart in the king-sized bed, nothing weird about it. Unless Jamie could read Tyler’s mind and saw just how hard Tyler was crushing on him. Then, that would’ve made the situation much more awkward. But, Jamie didn’t need to know that. Not yet at least.

“Yeah m’fine,” Tyler sighed, wrapping some stick tape around his thumb to stop the bleeding. Jamie probably knew that was a lie, but he was also too nice to prod and call him out on it.  

“Just you and me out there, yeah?” Jamie said, giving an encouraging tap to Tyler’s thigh.

“Yeah.” Tyler nodded, and he believed it.

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Tyler would be lying if he said he didn’t hear the crowd when he first stepped onto the ice for warm-ups. There were lots of boos, but he spotted a couple posters welcoming him back to Boston. It was just about how he expected the reception to go, and now that the first lap around the ice was over, he could put the anxiety behind him and focus on the game at hand.

Tyler was going through his usual warm up routine; he was a creature of habit like most NHL players. While stretching out his legs at the center red line that separated the two teams, Tyler saw a yellow and black jersey headed his way out of his peripheral.

“What’s up, Seggy? You miss me?”

“Can’t say I have, Marchy.” Tyler was smiling, but inside he kind of meant it. Nothing against Brad Marchand, but ever since he found Jamie, or Jamie found him, he hadn’t thought about his former teammates.  

“Don’t be like that, Segs. I know you do.” Marchand smirked and gave Tyler a tap on the shin pad with his stick. It wasn’t a hard tap, but it was a little more aggressive than Tyler had anticipated. Before Tyler could come back with another chirp, a flash of white and green stepped in between the two of them.

“Don’t touch him. He’s not your teammate anymore. If you want to talk to him, do it after the game.”

“Oh that’s how it is, huh, Benn?” Marchand gave Jamie a quick look up and down, as if he were sizing him up. Jamie almost laughed because of the approximate six inches he had on Marchand.

“Yeah, that’s how it is.”

“Segs, you just let this guy boss you around like that?” Marchand chuckled and made a gesture at Jamie with his hand, which Jamie didn’t particularly care for. He found himself chest to chest with Marchand within an instant.

“Why don’t you just go back to your side?”

“Yeah? Why don’t you fucking make me?” Marchand said with a little shove to Jamie’s chest. Players from both teams were at their sides in an instant pulling their respective teammate back before a pregame fight could transpire.

“Alright, guys, save it for the game.”

“Yeah,” Jamie muttered under his breath. “You can count on it.”

~~~~~

Tyler glided to the center dot to take the initial faceoff, and to his dismay, Patrice Bergeron was already waiting for him on the opposite side of the circle. The two hadn’t had a great relationship when they were teammates, and then when Tyler was traded, Bergeron added salt to the wound with an interview he gave saying Tyler needed to grow up. Tyler had a few words he wanted to say to him, but he decided to keep his eyes fixed on the ref who was doing his last minute checks before starting the game. Unfortunately, the silence was interrupted by that dreadful and all too familiar voice.

“How’s Dallas treating you?”

Tyler’s head snapped up, because what the hell? All of a sudden he was going to act like he was concerned? No, fuck that. He couldn’t wait to see Tyler go, and Tyler wasn’t about to act like they were buddies.

“Why do you care?” Tyler spat, shooting eye daggers Bergeron’s way. If only looks could kill.

“Well, it looks like you’ve found your fit. I mean you said it yourself, only steers and queers in Texas, right?” Bergeron chuckled.

Tyler felt his heart rate rise to a dangerous level. That bastard. Tyler knew he was going to come up with something snarky, but this? This was way worse.

Patrice had been onto Tyler and his private life ever since the end of Tyler’s rookie season. After they had won the Stanley Cup, Tyler went out by himself for some drinks, because what 19-year-old wouldn’t take advantage of the free underage drinking when it was handed right to him? Anyways, Tyler had drunk until he had felt the familiar buzz and was his usual flirtatious self. What Tyler hadn’t known, though, was that Bergeron was also at said bar. That is until he had made eye contact with him right in the middle of a friendly lap dance he‘d been giving to the random guy he’d been chatting up all night. It was an innocent joke, at least to the other guy, but Bergeron’s eyes had pierced through him as if he was letting Tyler know he could see past the act he was putting on.

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” He wanted to yell, and get in Bergeron’s face, but he knew he needed to keep his voice down. He didn’t want anyone else to hear the exchange.

“You tell me.”

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.” Tyler swallowed back a nervous lump in his throat and looked away. He needed a distraction to calm his nerves down.

“Does your buddy, Benn, know? ‘Cos you two are awfully close.” The question hit Tyler like a truck. He didn’t realize Patrice had been keeping such close tabs on him. And for what? Blackmail? He knew Bergeron was just trying to get into his head, to throw him off his game, but the thought of Jamie finding out about Tyler’s sexuality nearly sent him into another panic attack. It would ruin their relationship, and he couldn’t allow that to happen. He just couldn’t.

“Shut the fuck up. You can shit talk me all you want, but you better leave Jamie’s name out of your mouth,” Tyler spat through gritted teeth.

“So he doesn’t know?” Patrice chuckled and shook his head. “That’s a shame, because if I were him, I’d want to know.”

“Are you gonna talk all night, or are you gonna play hockey?” Tyler knew that was a shitty comeback, but he didn’t know what else to say without outing himself.

Finally, the head official made his way over to the two of them, allowing Tyler to break his eye contact with Patrice and get ready for the faceoff.

“Alright, boys, here we go. Let’s play a clean game.”

Yeah, there’s no way in hell that’s happening, Tyler thought to himself. He quickly shook off Bergeron’s comments when the whistle blew and got ready to win the faceoff. When both sides were ready, the puck dropped, and the first period was underway.

~~~~~

The game was just as intense as a playoff game, which was unusual since it was only one month into the season and between two teams in opposite conferences. It immediately started off physical, mainly from Bergeron hitting Tyler any chance he got and Jamie hitting Bergeron in response. Once the physicality was consistent between two players on opposing teams, it was like a domino effect for the rest of the players. Then, once the grittiness was present, the need to win the game became so much more important.

Jamie opened the scoring just over three minutes into the first period, but the lead was short-lived when Torey Krug responded with a goal thirty seconds later. The rest of the first period and the entirety of the second were filled with tough, back and forth hockey, but the score remained tied at one going into the third.

Jamie and Tyler jumped over the boards simultaneously when it was their line’s time to play against the Bruins top line. Tyler was the first to the opposing player with the puck, catching the Bruin off guard by his speed. He managed to tie up the puck against the boards, struggling to gain possession. Val Nichushkin came to Tyler’s aid not too long after the puck battle began and was able to kick it free up the boards. After a lucky bounce, the puck found itself against Jamie’s stick with a wide-open net. Suddenly, Jamie felt like life was in slow motion. His eyes grew to the size of golf balls while he instinctively snapped the puck towards the net. Life quickly resumed back to normal pace as he watched the puck go wide of the net and ricochet off the boards.

The Stars’ top line continued to battle for the puck, but to no avail. The Bruin’s defense was able to gain control and break out into a rush out of their zone. Tyler, exhausted from the full shift, made his way to the bench for a change. Jamie, panting equally as hard, followed behind Tyler. But before he made it to the bench, he felt an unexpected, sharp jolt against his ribs, knocking the wind out of him.

“Gotta be aware, Benny. Especially of who you associate with. Don’t want people thinking the wrong thing. Unless you swing that way, too,” Bergeron muttered to a doubled over Jamie. Jamie was too injured to respond, and his head was spinning too much to even process what was said. All he could do was focus on the ice and try and catch his breath.

~~~~~

Tyler stepped onto the bench but quickly turned around to face the ice again when he heard a commotion from the crowd. He immediately caught Bergeron’s smug look that was directed right at Tyler and Jamie on all fours on the ice. Tyler knew. He instantly knew what Bergeron had done.

“What the fuck?!” Tyler screamed and swung his leg over the board with the full intention of beating the shit out of his ex-teammate. But before he could get his other leg over, he felt a hand wrapped around his arm to hold him back.

“Tyler, don’t! It’s not worth it; we need you.” Tyler knew Rous was right. If he hopped onto the ice just to fight Bergeron, he’d be kicked out of the game and maybe even suspended by the league, but he couldn’t calm down. He knew Bergeron attacked Jamie just to get to him. The more he thought about it, the more physically sick he felt.

“He… He just-” Tyler’s emotions prevented him from being able to finish his sentence, but seeing Jordie and his other teammates who were on the ice quickly spring to action to defend Jamie helped him stay on the bench and not do anything stupid.

When the refs started to put the fires out in the scrum, a Stars trainer was able to help Jamie off the ice and down the tunnel to the locker room. Tyler watched as he disappeared down the hallway, wanting to run after him and do what he could to help make him better. But, he was stuck on the bench with a game to somehow finish.

Tyler sat back down on the bench, stick gripped tightly beneath his gloves. He felt completely helpless, which made his jaw clench. Tyler knew the next time he stepped onto the ice he had to have his revenge. That was the only thing in his control right now. He was determined, more than ever, to make the Bruins regret it.

~~~~~

“Tyler, first of all congrats on the win. How does it feel to get the game winning goal, not only against your former team but in an intense game like that?”

“Uh, yeah. I mean it’s obviously nice to win against your old team. Especially in a heated game like that. When your captain takes a bad hit you want to win that much more.” Tyler hummed, trying to keep the anger he still had at bay.

“When Jamie exited the game after taking the butt end of Bergeron’s stick, what was the message to the rest of the team going into the final minutes of the game?”

“Finish the game. Jamie couldn’t be there to fight with us, so we knew we needed to fight for him. I thought we obviously responded well, and I’m glad we didn’t let them take the game after taking our captain from us.” Tyler ignored the bewildered expressions he got in response to his non-cookie cutter answer. He could care less if the Bruins saw this interview. Actually, he wanted them to see it.

“Tyler, last question. What did you think about Kari Lehtonen’s performance in the net tonight?”

“It was everything. He kept us in the game, and I wish we could have given him some more breathing room, but he stood on his head and didn’t allow anything past him.”

“Thanks, Tyler.”

“Thanks,” Tyler parroted before getting back to peeling his sweaty equipment off his body.

Instead of hitting the showers, Tyler slipped back into his warm-up clothes and made his way down the hall to the medical room. When he walked in, he saw Jamie sitting back against the examination bench with an ice pack wrapped around his ribs. Jamie turned his head when he felt another presence in the room, a smile spreading on his lips when he saw who it was. 

“Hell of a wrister, Segs,” Jamie croaked out. Hearing the pain still evident in Jamie’s voice made Tyler want to cry.

“You gonna be okay?” Tyler asked. He didn’t want to talk about himself. In fact, feeling like Jamie’s injury was his fault caused Tyler to be disgusted with himself.

“I’m fine, just some bruised ribs,” Jamie replied while looking down at his ice pack covered ribs.

“How long will you be out?” Tyler’s voice was quiet, scared to hear the answer.

“I don’t know. They said we’d monitor it tonight and make a decision tomorrow. I’m sure I won’t miss the game,” Tyler could tell Jamie was lying, positive Jamie was trying to protect him, to not let Tyler’s concern grow. He made a mental note to ask the doctor on his way out what timeframe for recovery he’d actually given Jamie.

Tyler crossed his arms over his chest and nodded slowly. He was glad Jamie’s condition wasn’t worse, but he still couldn’t shake the ache in his own chest. Tyler couldn’t believe he was actually taking Bergeron’s words to heart right now, but he couldn’t disagree with it. He wanted to tell Jamie exactly why Bergeron hated him so much, and he wanted more than anything to tell Jamie how he really felt about him because Jamie did deserve to know.

“Tyler,” Jamie said softly, “what’s wrong?” Tyler mentally kicked himself for allowing his body language and facial expression to be read like a book.

“That shouldn’t have happened to you,” Tyler sighed and leaned against the doorway. He cast his eyes downwards so he didn’t have to make eye contact with Jamie’s concerned stare.

“It’s hockey, Tyler. It happens.”

“That wasn’t hockey. That was a cheap shot against the wrong person,” Tyler argued. “I don’t know why he didn’t just come after me. I’m sorry you had to pay the price for my battle.”

“Your battle is my battle, Segs.”

Tyler snapped his eyes up to look at Jamie, because that response? How could he not? God, why did Jamie have to be so noble? And so damn attractive while looking at Tyler with his body all banged up from protecting him. If this was a rom-com, they’d be making out by now. But it’s not, and Tyler needed to stop picturing it while making eye contact with Jamie.

“I’m your captain, dummy. It’s what I do,” Jamie chuckled and tossed a small wad of tape in Tyler’s direction, as if to say ‘lighten up.’

Tyler let out a sigh of relief, or was it disappointment? Either way, he forced a small smile and rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, Chubbs,” Tyler teased, gently tossing the tape ball back at him to avoid injuring Jamie more. “You ready to get on the bus?”

“I still need a minute. Save me a seat?”

“’Course,” Tyler answered, and Jamie smiled in return. Tyler turned out of the room, shaking his head as he walked back to the locker room to gather his things.

“Well, fuck,” Tyler thought to himself. “Stupid love.” 

[stars-in-my-universe]

Don’t You Fake It: Tyler Seguin

Summary: Tyler’s girlfriend fakes an orgasm and he finds out.

Warnings: Smut and cursing.

Hopefully you guys like it, let me know what you think. I’m sorry if it’s not the best.

x-x

Usually you had no problem getting off, you and Tyler had a wonderful sex life. From fucking in every room of his house, to having a quickie in the back of his jeep, you guys were having sex all the time. Neither of you were complaining so when Tyler arrived home after scoring the OT winning goal, you had no complaints when he pushed you up against the wall and had his pants around his legs and your panties pushed to the side from underneath your dress you wore to the game. 

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, baby.” He was kissing your neck hotly and you wanted to get him into bed, however you were also exhausted. From having class from 8 to 11 then having work from 12 to 6 and immediately going to the game straight over, your body was tired and your mind was on overdrive.

But you also didn’t want to deny Tyler of his victory sex, it was some of the greatest sex; he deserved it. It’s not like you didn’t want him, you always wanted him. Your body was already aching for him and the wetness between your legs wasn’t helping. It was your mind that was taking a moment to catch up to everything else. Which is why after you had gotten on your knees for Tyler in the living room, him leaning against the wall, eyes closed and then moving toward the bedroom you inwardly groaned when he laid back on the bed, naked and motioning for you to ride him.

You were wet enough for him to slide in easily and despite the fact that you were tired you still let out a moan when you slid onto him, feeling him hit deep inside of you. His hands immediately found purchase on your hips and immediately started rocking you against him, your clit rubbing against his pelvic bone deliciously. Tyler groaned as you clenched around him hard and closed his eyes in pure bliss.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so fucking good.” You bit your lip and you almost felt bad for how into it he actually was. You knew there was no way you were going to cum tonight so you made it your mission to make him cum. Like before, it’s not like it didn’t feel good, from his hands splayed out across your thighs, then roaming up your tummy, hips and to your chest you moaned out loud when he pinched one of your nipples, sending shockwaves straight between your legs.

He started to lift his hips a little more now and your thighs were starting to burn a bit. You placed your hands on his abs, feeling them clench underneath your touch, one of your favorite feelings. He was letting out moans more frequently now and his thrusts were getting sloppy. He was close. 

“Come on baby,” Fuck, of course he’d want you to come first, always the gentleman. You knew you weren’t going to tonight, you weren’t even close so you did the thing you weren’t supposed to do.

You faked it.

Increasing the movement of your hips, you dug your nails into his skin a bit and let out moans a little louder than you had been. You could hear him mutter a ‘fuck’ underneath his breath and you knew he bought it. Especially as you clenched down hard around him, and brought a hand between your legs to rub your clit a little. Tyler’s hips shot off the bed as he gripped your hips to bring you down harder to him, you could feel him filling you up, his cum hot and messy making you shiver a bit. 

Panting you rolled off of him, watching as his inked chest rose up and down. He looked exhausted now but as he rolled to his side to face you he sent you a soft smile. His hair in his face,a light layer of sweat all over his tanned skin. You still thought he was the sexiest thing in the world but as your body finally relaxed and your mind going blank you fell asleep with his arms around your waist and the guilt of what you had done settling deep in your gut. 

X-x

You had invited your best friend over a couple days later just to unwind and relax. The two of you sat in the living room of Tyler’s house drinking some wine and talking. Tyler had been at a game which the Stars lost in overtime and had gotten home a while ago, he was upstairs with the dogs as far as you knew.

“So, are you ever going to tell him you faked it?’ You almost choked on the wine you were drinking.

“Shhhh, I told you that in secret!” She rolled her eyes and glared at you.

“We’ve all done it. It’s not a big deal, you were tired.” You rolled your eyes.

“It’s not like he’s bad at sex right?” You immediately shook your head.

“It was just a long day and my body was exhausted. Is it really necessary to tell him?” Your best friend shrugged. 

“Roles were reversed, would you want him to tell you?” You stayed quiet, as much as it would hurt you, you would want him to tell you. You guys weren’t the couple that lied to each other but you genuinely didn’t want to hurt his feelings. 

Tyler could come off as very cocky and hard if you will however when he showed you the real him he was the complete opposite, which you loved. You just didn’t feel like getting into an argument over something that happened once and only once. 

Your best friend cleared her throat and you looked back over to her. She had an eyebrow raised and gently put her glass back on the table.

“There’s your answer, I think I should go. Call me later okay?” You nodded and put your glass down as well, walking her to the door. Saying your goodbyes, you told her you'd call her tomorrow and closed the door. 

Humming to yourself you shut down all the lights in the living room and kitchen and made your way to the bedroom. You were expecting to see the dogs layed all across the bed and Tyler fast asleep considering that’s what he told you he was going to do.

Instead you walked in seeing the dogs all laying on the floor and a shirtless Tyler sitting at the edge of the bed, looking down at his phone in his lap. 

“Hey baby, why are you still awake?” Tyler didn’t say anything he didn’t even look up at you. He was eerily quiet.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You froze, your whole body running cold. Fuck.

“I- what?” 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You didn’t know what to say, you were tongue tied. How the hell did he know?

“I went downstairs a little bit ago and stopped when I heard you guys. I’ve been up here since.” He was now standing in front of you and you swear you’ve never seen him look this...defeated.

“Why didn’t you say anything, Y/n?” You didn’t know what to say besides the truth.

“I just, Tyler. I was just, I don’t know. I was tired and you were so happy and excited and it’s not like I didn’t enjoy it, I just-”

“So you lied to me? How selfish do you think I am?” You winced at the hurt in his voice.

“No, Tyler it’s not-”

“Y/n, if you would’ve told me how tired you were I would have never pushed you to have sex. The fact that you think I would be that selfish, that I couldn’t understand that you work and go to school and then come to games to support me. But I’m not a mind reader either.” You could feel the tears at the corner of your eyes.

“I’m going to go sleep in the den, I’ll see you in the morning.” You let out a small whimper.

“No wait, Tyler. Please, let me just explain.”

“I need some time, okay?” You didn’t move from your spot, you just watched him leave the room, all 3 dogs following him. You knew this was your fault, you should’ve told him but you couldn’t help the ache in your heart and the tears free falling from your eyes as you tucked yourself away underneath the covers. You had so much trouble sleeping that night; all you did was toss and turn.

You’d fall asleep and then wake up, the guilt eating at you. The sad look on Tyler’s face, the hurt in his voice. You couldn’t remember the last time he looked that upset and all you had to do was tell him the truth.

The next morning you had woken up before Tyler, the dogs happily meeting you in the kitchen as you made yourself some tea. You let all three of the boys out and turned to sit on the counter when Tyler made his way into the kitchen. His hair was sticking up in different directions and you could tell he had gotten no sleep as well. 

You took a sip of your tea as you watched him make a cup of coffee without saying anything. You watched his back muscles move as he reached for a coffee cup and the way his shorts clung to his hip-

“So how many times?” Your eyes moved back up to his face. He was looking at you with no amusement, that glimmer in his eyes that he usually had was gone. 

“Tyler, just let me talk.”

“How many times?” You jumped a bit at the volume of his voice.

“Just the once, Ty. I promise.” You could tell he was thinking it over in his head.

“Look, Tyler It was the one time. It wasn’t your fault, I was exhausted but I still wanted to give you what you wanted. You deserved it. I didn’t want to ruin it for you. Every other night it’s been great, Tyler. More than great it was just this one time and I’m sorry. I should’ve just told you.”

“Y/n, I wish you would have told me. I don't want you to ever think I’m pressuring you or making you uncomfortable that’s not what this is supposed to be about.” You shook your head.

“Tyler, I have never felt that. I have never felt pressured even that night I didn’t.” He stayed silent for a moment.

“Am I not satisfying you in bed?” Your head shot up and You let out a loud ‘what?’

“Tyler, you’re great in bed. You know that, you’ve never had a problem-” He stepped in between your legs, invading your space and you happily wrapped your arms around his neck to get closer. You had missed him.

“You sure? There’s nothing you’re hiding about our sex life? Anything I can do to improve it?” By now Tyler was kissing your neck and running his hands up and down your thighs and even going as far as sliding one of his hands between your thighs to rub the pajama shorts against you a bit. You groaned and shook your head.

“No, Tyler. I can promise you I have no complaints.” You watched him grin, that bright gleam back in his eyes. He gripped your shorts from your hips and motioned for you to lift up so he could take them off which he did in one motion. You let out a gasp as the cold air hit you; watching Tyler kiss down your body and get on his knees in front of you had you wanting him even more.

“I still owe you one from the other night, are you going to let me say sorry?” You literally whimpered and nodded as he threw your thighs over his shoulders and placed a gentle kiss on your clit. Tyler groaned as he leaned in to trace small patterns on your pussy that had you arching up into his mouth, begging for a bit more.

About three orgasms later you were completely laid back on the kitchen island with Tyler laying on top of you, still inside you with your clothes scattered on the floor. You were trying to catch your breath and Tyler was looking up at you with a smug smile.

“Did that make up for the other night?” You smiled back at him.

“More than you know.”