#hockey!nick vaughn x reader

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Oooooh for soulmate Sunday can we get Nick V’s reaction to Pipsqueak getting super drunk and calling him from the club? Or maybe one of his teammates sees her and knows she’s totally wasted so they call him and tell him he should probably come get her?

“Squeaky-“ Nick’s voice through the speaker is husky and he knows full well that he’s far more bothered than he should be by your drunken antics, but hearing you whine over the phone affected him.

“I can be loud, do you know I can be loud? I was told to shut up-“ You continue to ramble, taking animatedly and with a great jest while out with some of the other wives and girlfriends on the team.

It was a tradition for the lot of you to go out twice a month if you could, and tonight he was missing you more than ever. It was one of those nights where Nick wanted you to stay home out of his own selfishness, a night when he would’ve wanted to watch some slap shot comedy and eat your favourite snacks. Despite wanting you to be home, Nick wouldn’t and didn’t stop you and he wouldn’t have made you stay home with him. Now though, he was ready to throw you over his shoulder and drag you home.

“I’m here to pick you up, pipsqueak. I’m gonna take you home-“

“I’m gonna get dick!” You giggled into the phone, your voice comprehensible through the phone and from just out of his view, your delivery aided by the goalie. “Hey! There you are!”

“Hey squeaky, why don’t we hang up and go home?” You stumbled into him, your hands sliding up his neck and hooking around his nape to drag his lips toward yours. “We’re gonna go home-“

“And have sex!” You let another laugh go, pressing your lips against his as he stabilized your waist.

“Shooters,” the goalie grinned and shook his head, “Cherry told me they all started with shooters and chased it with ‘water’.”

“Water?” Nick stabilized you, hands keeping yours down and out of his pants. “Vodka maybe.”

“Guess they’re not making practice tomorrow.” The goalie shrugged, handing you off to Nick before glancing at his own girlfriend who was resting against the wall crying on a bouncer’s shoulder. “Try and get some sleep-“

“Nick!” You directed his eyes back to him, attempting to steel yourself into composure. “I want to go home, home its home time and then when we get home I’m going to ride that dick-“

“Home.” He covered your mouth and bit back his grin. “If you’re good and keep quiet until we get home, I’ll give you what you want.”

“Dick-

“Starting now, squeaky toy.”

[andydrysdalerogers]

The ABCs of Nick Vaughn - "J"

Pairing: Reader x Nick Vaughn (Before We Go)

Summary: Children its time to learn your ABCs. And Nick Vaughn is here to teach you the lessons. 26 glimpses in the world of you and Nick Vaughn

Warnings: S-M-U-T!!!! (under 18 please leave the chat!) descriptions of sexual activity including some themes of BDSM, loss of virginity, fluffy bits, pet name etc...

A/N: The new upload will probably be Sundays and Thursdays. Have fun kittens! Also, the tag list is open!

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Previous: I - Ice cream

ABC Masterlist - Main Masterlist

J - Jerking Off

From Nick’s POV 

“Baby!” 

I walked into our apartment, and it was eerily quiet.  “YN?” 

Shit, where is she?  I moved to the kitchen and saw a note.  

Baby, remember I’m at the conference today and I’ll be back after work tomorrow.  I left some food for you in the fridge and a treat on your bedside table. I love you 

Crap, I totally forgot about her conference.  I poked my head in the fridge for some food and watched some hockey. As the second period was ending, I headed into our bedroom to change out of my university clothes and into something comfier. As I was putting down my watch, I noticed a folder. I picked it up and saw the label.  

Intimacy Captured.  

I was intrigued. I opened it and almost dropped it.  

Photos.  

There were photos of my girl. In lingerie. In provocative poses.  

My cock was instantly hard. When had she taken these? Then I remembered our list. She wanted to have photos taken but I assumed that it would have been ones for us to take together. Not ones that I would need to put in my physical spank bank.  

The more I studied them, the more my balls began to ache.  Then I noticed the note inside.  

Nicky,  

I’ll miss being in your arms tonight.  

But I left this for you in case you miss me too.  

It was on our list: photos and teasing 

I love you,  

YN 

How did I get so lucky to have this girl? The game restarted in the background, but I couldn’t care less.  My focus was on the four pictures of my gorgeous girl in front of me.  Her breasts were spilling out in one, one had showcased her fantastic, stocking clad legs, another showed off her panties, kneeling, legs spread, the last was of her in a skirt but the tops of her stocking showing.  Goddammit, she was fucking hot and now I had to do something about my dick being harder than ever.  I was going to fuck the ever-living shit out of this girl when she gets home but it does not solve this current problem.  

Heading back to the living room, I hold the pictures and pour some scotch into a glass.  God, I can only imagine getting her into the skirt and bending her over my desk.  With a groan, I pull down my sweats and give a hard stroke to my cock, hissing at the sensation.  A dribble of precome  is at the tip and I used it to lube up my hand a little.  

The photo of her legs in the air just reminds me of a couple of weeks ago when we had gone to a university function, and she wore the same heels and I had them hooked around my ears. Watching her breasts bounce up and down as I pounded into her.  Jesus, I stroke my cock a little faster as I hear her moans in my head.  

As I move my hand faster and faster, I can see her with her mouth on me, sucking down her throat, eyes glassy, spit and precome down her chin.  

She is perfect in every way, and I love how we get to experiment with each other. And one day I’ll make her my wife. Just the thought of me fucking her as my wife takes me over the edge as I moan loud and cum all over my stomach.  

“Jesus Christ,” I mumble as I come down from the high.  As I start to breathe normally again, I decide to have a little payback. I grab my phone and snap a photo of my chest and cock.  

Nick: This is what you do to me. I love the pictures.  

I got a reply a moment later.  

YN: I’m happy you love them. Wish I could lick that off of you.  

She is trying to kill me. But what a way to go.  

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In honour of soulmate Sunday, here’s some hockey player!Nick & Pipsqueak:

“You really have all the ladies falling head over heels in love with you. What a fan club, Vaughan. You’re a regular Charmi-modo.” He’s fighting the grin from spreading on his face, prideful and wondrously enraptured by you as you tease him.

The theatre is far behind you both, the classic black and white movie still lingering in the back of your mind as you walk side by side down the New York streets. Nick feels the red string around his finger tighten, flashing vibrantly when you edge yourself closer to him.

“I think their perception of me is a little more impressive than real life experience.” His grin breaks and he laughs lightly when you cast your gaze upon him with fluttering eyelashes.

“Nick Vaughan, the darling captain of the New York Rangers! He’s so handsome and charming!” He laughs again, fuelled by your momentary clumsiness that has you jutting into his side.

“Careful squeaky, tripping on air can be deadly.” He slips an arm around your waist and squeezes, drawing illicit sighs from your lips. “I should take you home, your brother said-“

“Boo,” you cut him off with a protest, slipping one hand up under the back of his shirt, “and boo on my brother. Let’s get ice cream-“

“Pipsqueak-“ he groans and feels blood rushing to his other head, he would feel like a creep if the two of you weren’t bound together.

“-and your bed is so much more comfortable anyway.” You tap your fingers against his spine and a shudder runs through him, an enticing shiver that is conducive to his twitching erection.

Nick sighs, caving to you and your desires. “Ice cream and a sleepover. You win.”

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The ABCs of Nick Vaughn - "G"

Pairing: Reader x Nick Vaughn (Before We Go)

Summary: Children its time to learn your ABCs. And Nick Vaughn is here to teach you the lessons. 26 glimpses in the world of you and Nick Vaughn

Warnings: S-M-U-T!!!! (under 18 please leave the chat!) descriptions of sexual activity including some themes of BDSM, loss of virginity, fluffy bits, pet name etc...

A/N: I was going to post this for Sin-day but I got busy with family and hockey. The new upload will probably be Sundays and Thursdays. Have fun kittens!

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Previous: F - Fellatio

ABC Masterlist - Main Masterlist

G - Glasses 

As your relationship progressed forward, you and Nick decided to level up on everything.  

Including his job and your homes.  

Entering into your new shared town home, you could hear Nick in his office, tapping away on his piano, stopping and then starting again. You creeped towards the doorway, wanting to see him at work.  You loved that he played the piano as well as the trumpet. And how seriously he took the music class he was now teaching at the university.  

As you peaked, he was exactly where you thought he was, at the piano, side table next to him with his notebook and music sheets, deep in concentration... 

And wearing those fucking glasses. 

You still had a long list of exploration ahead of you but the one kink that was discovered quickly was your feral side when he wore his glasses. Black frames, clear glass, accentuating those blue eyes as they flitted from notebook, to keys, to music paper and back.  His eyes were always moving, but his jaw line was tight, you could see that even with the beard.  

He’s composing, you thought as he played a tune that was unfamiliar to you.  You watched his eyes follow his thick fingers across the keyboard, sousing out where he wanted to take the music.  You chew on your lip, he’s so handsome as he works.  He stops when he finds the notes he wanted for his music, carefully writing them out.  He takes off the glasses for a moment to rub his eyes and pops them back on.  

“You know, rubbing your eyes like that will cause wrinkles,” you tell him as you push off the doorway.  

He smiles. “You just don’t like it when I take off my glasses. He sits back on the piano bench, allowing you to slot between his legs. He runs his hands up your thighs to right under your ass and looks up at you. “Just like I love when you are wearing a skirt. I hate when you wear them out without me.” 

“Hmm, yes, well, I love the professor Vaughn look and I would do anything to get a good grade,” you replied, looking at his with big doe eyes.  

“Fuck, Angel, is that what you are thinking every time I wear my glasses?” 

You lean down to his ear, your warm breath on his neck and whisper, “every fucking time.” 

Nick grabs you by the nape of your neck and kisses you hard, closing the cover of the keys at the same time.  He grabs your hip and spins your around to bend over the piano. You moan as he reaches up your skirt, flips it up, grasp your panties and pull them down. He sits back on the bench to see your ass in his face. “I just wanna a taste.” He licks from clit to ass, the plastic of his frames pushing into your skin.  

Feeling the hardness of the glasses on your ass, along with his hot tongue laving at your core, makes you wetter than ever before. “Mr. Vaughn,” you moan.  

“Tell my Angel, tell the professor what you need.” 

“Fuck, I need to cum.”  

You can feel the smirk on his lips. “No.”  His assault keeps going, driving your crazy, holding back the ripples of pleasure that are threatening to send you over the top.  

You are not opposed to begging.  “Please, Nicky, please...” 

A harsh smack across your cheeks makes you squeal. “You can address me as Professor or Mr. Vaughn.” He stands up and leans over you. “Now,” he says in your ear, “tell me what you want.”  

You swallow and look back at him, his glasses slightly askew but still firmly on.  “I want you to fuck me with your glasses on.”  

Nick grins.  “With pleasure.”  He maneuvers your to be on the piano bench, your skirt bunched around your waist as he undoes enough of his pants to free his cock.  He strokes it before getting into position and wets the tip through your folds.  You jolt at the sensation and mewl, but Nick doesn’t stop.  He pushes in all at once and starts to thrust hard, the glasses slipping down his nose.  You push them up for him and he kisses you hard.  Its quick and dirty, but fuck is it good.  In no time you are screaming your release and he quickly follows.  

As you attempt to catch your breath, Nick looks down at you, smudges now evident on the glasses.  “You really like them, don’t you?” 

“It makes you so refined,” you reply. “Always wanted to fuck a professor.”  

Nick laughs.  “I’m wearing these all the time from now on.”

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The ABCs of Nick Vaughn - "I"

Pairing: Reader x Nick Vaughn (Before We Go)

Summary: Children its time to learn your ABCs. And Nick Vaughn is here to teach you the lessons. 26 glimpses in the world of you and Nick Vaughn

Warnings: S-M-U-T!!!! (under 18 please leave the chat!) descriptions of sexual activity including some themes of BDSM, loss of virginity, fluffy bits, pet name etc...

A/N: The new upload will probably be Sundays and Thursdays. Have fun kittens! Also, the tag list is open!

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

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Previous: H - Hair

ABC Masterlist - Main Masterlist

I - Ice Cream

Calling Nick from your office, you twirl around in your chair, waiting for him to pick up.  

“Hello?” 

“Hi baby!” 

“Hey sweetheart. How are you?” 

“I’m good. Just making a shopping list. Anything special you want?” 

Nick chuckles.  “No, not really.  Maybe some ice cream since it's warm out.”  

You hmm in agreement and a wicked thought crosses your mind.  “Sure, I can get some ice cream.” 

Once at home, you store your purchases as Nick walks through the door. “Sweetheart?  I’m home.”  

“Hi baby!” You walk over to greet him with a kiss. “I ordered a pizza.”  

“Great! Too fucking hot. Eighty-nine in April is ridiculous.”  

You giggled. “Agreed. Should be here any minute. Oh, and I got your ice cream. And toppings. I figured we could make sundaes.”  

Nick nodded. “Sounds like a plan.” He flipped on the TV, a hockey game was on. He’s distracted now, which helps in your plan.  You went to change, slipping into a black lace number but covering yourself with one of Nick’s soft button downs.  You hear the pizza guy at the door and Nick greets and pays him.  

You come out and Nick is still not paying attention.  You huff slightly, grabbing two beers from the fridge and the can of whipped cream.  You plopped yourself into the big armchair and grab a slice, your bare legs dangling from the side. You both finished dinner, and just as the third period started, you grabbed the whipped cream can and squirted some in your mouth.  

Nick finally glanced over and sputtered in his beer as he saw you in just his shirt, swallowing the creaming white cream from the can.  “Sweetheart?” 

“Hmm?” You didn’t take your eyes off the screen, watching the puck go back and forth. This caused you to miss Nick moving behind you until you felt the tips of his thick fingers ghosting over your collar bone. You sigh at his touch.  

“You said there was ice cream for dessert?” 

“Mhmm,” you reply as you raised the can to your mouth. But before the sweet creamy substance could be dispensed, Nick snatched it out of your hand.  “Hey!” 

Without any words, Nick hauled you up and over his shoulder. “Nicky!” He set you down on the counter of the island and stands between your legs.  Nothing is said, just his heated gaze on you.  He starts to unbutton his shirt, slowly, his skin never contacting yours. Your breath hitches as he reaches the last button, and he glimpses at the black lace.  

You watch as his pupils diolate a little more.  He grabs the can and squirts a little over the swell of each breast and then licks it off.  You moan at the sensation of his tongue over your body.  When he was done, he reached for the chocolate sauce.  

“Baby, what are you doing?” 

“Making a deconstructed ice cream sundae.”  He undid your bra and made you lay back.  He poured some chocolate over your nipples and began to suck it off, making your arch and moan.  He stopped and went to the freezer to grab some good old fashion vanilla. Your chest was heaving as he grabbed a spoon.  He scooped up a dollop of the cold dessert and dropped it right in your navel.  The cold burn and you hissed.  Nick chucked but bent to eat the ice cream up.  

“Oh god, Nicky,” as he begins to peel your panties away. He grabbed the chocolate once again and poured a little at the top of your mound. He licked it off, dipping towards your clit at the end. You squealed at the sensation. Nick lapped at your slit, your taste mixing with the chocolate in his mouth.  

It was torture but now you wanted revenge. 

Quick as a flash you were on your knees in front of Nick, tugging at his belt and pushing his slacks down as far as necessary to let his glorious thick cock spring out.  You grabbed the can of whipped cream and sprayed a little on the tip. With your eyes on his, you licked the tip.  

Nick’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he let out a loud moan as you sprayed a little more along his length and proceeded to lick it off. The cream is mixing with the precome leaking from him, making a new delicious flavor. Ice cream would be a bad idea on this part of his body but the chocolate, well, it would make a fine reason to lick his balls.  

Nick was ready to blow after you sucked the chocolate right off his balls.  He couldn’t wait.  He picked you up and set you on the kitchen table.  You were still sticky with ice cream, but Nick couldn’t give a shit.  He lined himself up and slammed into you. You screamed at the force, but Nick was in a carnal state, needing to fuck you hard and fast. He drove in, over and over as you wailed his name.  He needed more, so he picked you up again, never disconnecting and got your onto the couch, draping himself over you. Your bodies are slick with sweat and sticky from the ice cream.  

“Fuck,” Nick says, “I love ice cream for dessert.” You can’t help but giggle and then moan as Nick drives her to the ending.  

“Nick, oh, god, so close.” You grasp your nails into his arm. The pain is the perfect catalyst to get Nick to the end.  

“Come for me,” he orders.  

It sends you over the edge, prompting Nick to release as well.  

After cleaning up, you were resting on the couch when Nick appeared in his boxers, holding two bowls.  You looked up at him curiously.  “I made you a sundae.” You snorted with laughter and took the bowl.  You took a bite and made a face. “What’s wrong?” 

“Doesn't taste the same without the under taste of your cum.”  

Nick chokes.  

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“You’ve been busy.” Nick groans under his breath and winces when he sees you looking at the gossip Instagram page dedicated to their hockey team and the legion of hookups they’d had over the years.

“You had to look at that…” his head hits the pillow and his lips purse, wondering if he could strip it from the internet and his own mind.

“You’ve left a legion of broken hearts, Vaughn.” You tap the red string around your finger and hum, your eyes fixated upon the screen.

“Pipsqueak,” Nick shifts his weight to the left side of the bed and rests his hand under his cheek, “I’ve been in love with you for ages.”

“I know.” You toss the phone aside and crawl on the bed until you’re hovering above him. “I just like teasing you.”

Nick grinned and reached out toward you settling his hands upon your arms. He had smiled crookedly at you, his light blue eyes searching yours as his thumbs brushed back and forth against your arms. He has gazed up at you with unrelenting tenderness and adoration, the deeply rooted affection for his soulmate who had born the red string of fate.

“Squeaky toy,” Nick’s lips formed a smile, his eyes crinkled at the corner when his nose scrunched, “thanks for flying out to stay with me.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” You fell against him, resting your cheek against his chest. “Otherwise I wouldn’t be so lenient about your past flings.”

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Since it’s multiverse Monday do you mind expanding on this one: https://imaginedreamwrite.tumblr.com/post/690090622606065664/can-you-show-us-your-twist-on-red-string-of-fate

I think the Nick Vaughan character would be perfect for this. I just watched Before We Go and I loved it 🥰.

It’s just sinful how pretty this man is.

Nick had raised his hand and studied the red string that was tied around his finger, the gentle red pulsing a sign that he was near his soulmate. Nick had known who it was, he had known who the perfect march for him had been and he knew that there wasn’t going to be much he could do about it.

After lowering his hand he watched you from across the room, watching as you had bent down and yanked an off white skate on your feet, yanking on the skates to secure them around your ankles. It was a typical outing, a typical winter excursion that drew a great number of crowds to the outdoor arena.

Nick was no exception, neither was your brother.

You were with your friends from the community college, celebrating your friends 21st birthday and the arrival of her soulmate mark that had appeared. She had a tattoo, a mark with her soulmates name. You had a red string, though it wouldn’t appear until the spring.

And despite that, Nick knew who it would lead to. He could see it now, his string that led to you. He knew that come spring you would be surprised to find out that your older brothers best friend was your soulmate.

Nick Vaughn, the newest member of the NY Rangers who was on his way to eventually becoming captain. It was a match that no one would expect but it was one he was grateful for.

Nick had watched you stand and start to skate on the ice, no expert by any means, and the urgency he felt to grab your hand and help you was nearly impossible to resist.

He wanted to lead you around, he wanted to grab your hand and kiss your forehead as the snow fell. He wanted to spin you into his grasp and celebrate the match that was made in heaven.

He wanted so much, but he couldn’t. Your brother was protective, and Nick had tarnished his image in your eyes with the past of exes you’d seen coming and going in and out of his life.

Nick knew that when your birthday came in spring, the news that you were his and he was yours, would not be what you wanted or expected.

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Nick & his red string soulmate maybe? It's the final game of the season. So it's a really big and important game, maybe somewhere else. Reader initially told him she couldn't come bcs of the distance but secretly booked like a flight shows up to surprise him?

“I wish I could make it, I’m really sorry.”

“Its okay, its fine shortstack. I’ll call you after I win.” Nick flexed his fingers in his glove, his hand tightly bound around the black tape that covered the end of the stick.

It was less than five minutes til they had to be on the ice and Nick’s mind was not with him. He kept thinking back to the conversation you’d had the day before when you told him you couldn’t make it. He had veiled his disappointment that you wouldn’t be able to attend the game, and whether it was by design or his own fruitful wish to move on to the next step, he had hidden away the ring he bought for you.

He was always prepared for the potential to ask the grand question, but he had thought that maybe after the last game of the season the question would finally come to life. Maybe after he had played the last game, he would finally get to show the ring off.

He knew you were busy, he had known that you were at home while he was away for the final game. He had pictured you sitting in the living room working on something, perched by the windows that gave the best view of the city.

Or maybe you were interviewing for placement, maybe you were finally landing your dream job. Perhaps you were on the cusp of something great that kept you away for the game.

Still, he felt a kind of hollowness in him. He had wanted to propose, he wanted to finally ask the question that was burning on his tongue.

“Vaughn,” Nick slowly directed his attention off the stick he was holding and looked at his coach, “time to hit the ice.”

Nick had risen to his feet and followed his teammates out of the locker room, down the hallway to the edge of the rink. He had stood behind one of the defensemen and another offensive player, his mind constantly running back to you.

“Get it together,” he mumbled to himself, stirring his own ire and reflective mindlessness, “focus.”

The roar of the crowds had risen as the team continued on and Nick was almost to the edge of the ice when a steady pounding on the glass had broken his tapered conversation.

“Vaughn!” He turned his head with a snap, the pulse of the red string around his finger powerful and poignant.

“Pipsqueak,” he mumbled to himself, overtaken by the shock of seeing you here, “here.”

“Last game! Kick ass!” Your greeting was short and sweet, nearly drowned out against the crowds cheering.

Nick didn’t have time for lengthy conversations and had instead tapped his stick against the glass in recognition of you. He felt more focused than he was before, more determined.

He was gonna win for you.