#kirby dach fic

[sweethischier]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐟𝐭 | 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐛𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐜𝐡

word count: 1.5k

warnings: none really, kissing, unedited

note: happy birthday to our kirbs!! this is short and sweet and i hope you like it!

You could hear the sounds of the party through the connected apartment walls, music and voices blending together to make one aggravating melody. It wasn’t like it was an ungodly time of the night, or that they were really being that loud. In fact, it was only eight p.m. and you could only hear the sounds of their music because the speaker was directly on the wall of your bedroom. It was more based on the fact that you weren’t invited, even though you wouldn’t have known anyone except for the man of the hour.

Kirby had been your neighbor for the last year, and you would like to say the two of you developed a friendship during that time. It started off as just polite conversation and passing glances when you’d see each other, then it turned into Kirby asking for your phone number and the two of you were texting as often as you could. However, when Kirby got injured at the beginning of this hockey season, you felt it shift towards something that had more potential than a friendship. 

When Kirby got injured, he was texting you all day, skirting around asking you to come over because he wanted your company, but never asking because he felt too desperate. Eventually you got tired of his subtle suggestions and flat out asked him if you could come over because you had a bad day. From then on, you spent more time at his apartment than your own, and you’d even met a few of his teammates by accident.  The two of you also often straddled the line that separated platonic and romantic, though neither of you dared to actually cross it in fear of rejection. 

The faint sound knuckles rapping against your front door broke you away from your thoughts, piquing your curiosity because you hadn’t been expecting anyone. You threw your blanket off your legs and slipped out of your bed, toeing your warm house shoes on before making your way to the door. With furrowed brows, you slightly stood on your toes and looked into the small hole in the door and saw the last person you expected to see. 

“Kirby,” You called out as you pulled the door open, your eyes wide in confusion, “What are you doing here?”

“I live next door,” He joked, his smile growing as you playfully rolled your eyes, “You weren’t there.”

His voice dropped, hesitant and careful as he knew he was going to be treading through unfamiliar waters with you. He knocked on your door with a purpose, a mission to stop dancing around the way he felt, but that didn’t mean he was going to be confident about it. In fact, now that you were standing right in front of him, he almost wanted to back out in case he was reading you wrong.

“I wasn’t invited,” You shrugged, trying to come off nonchalant and not like it bothered you, even though it did.

“You’re always invited,” He spoke, his voice soft as he notices the way you slightly retreat, “You can always show up at my door no matter what.”

You open your mouth to respond, but Kirby pushes his way by you, slipping his shoes off before he goes and takes his usual seat on the couch. He places his arm on the back cushion as he turns and looks at you, his eyebrows raised as he waits for you. Shaking your head in amusement, you let the door shut behind you before following his actions. 

You tuck your legs underneath you, your body angled in his direction as your knees press against his thigh. Kirby’s eyes drag along your figure, and you’ve got these thin, plaid shorts on paired with a shirt Kirby is fairly certain belonged to him. Your hair was loose around your face, your cheeks slightly pink the longer you felt his stare on you.

“You can’t stay forever, you know. They’ll notice you’re gone,” You bashfully spoke, fingers pinching at the hem of your shorts.

“I told Slaf where I was going,” He states, his fingertips slightly grazing your shoulder as you relax against the couch, “I’d much rather be here, anyways.”

You snap your gaze up to meet his own, his blue eyes bright despite the minimal lighting decorating the living room. It was your turn to take him in, to notice the way his facial hair had been cleaned up and his shirt clung to his arms. He was wearing his leg brace over his jeans, the material so tight on his thighs you’re surprised they haven’t torn at the seams. 

“Kirby,” You cleared your throat, peeling your eyes away from his thighs, “I’m not taking you from your birthday party. Wait! I have your present. I’ll be right back.”

You dart off the couch and down the hallway to your room, but unbeknownst to you, Kirby decided to follow after you. Your apartment was the exact layout of his own, just flipped, and he’d been in it so many times he knew where your room was. He heard you mumbling to yourself as you searched through your closet, but you hadn’t heard him follow you into the room, so you slammed into his chest when you turned around.

“Jesus,” You gasp as Kirby’s hand instantly grasp at your waist and you try to keep his gift in your hands, “I didn’t know you were behind me!”

“Sorry,” He chuckled, his eyes flitting down to the bag in your hands, “Was too excited to know what you got me, I guess.”

“Well,” You step away from him, “Here you go.”

You hand him the bag, chewing at your bottom lip as your heart pounds in your chest. You always get nervous when you get someone a gift. What if they didn’t like it? What if someone else already got him the same thing? The anticipation kills you, and that’s why you always choose to put them in bags rather than wrap them up in wrapping paper.

Kirby pulls out the few pieces of tissue paper, his eyes narrowing in confusion as he sees a box sitting at the center of the bag. He glances up at you as he dips his hand into the bag to grab the mystery box, giving you a soft smile when he notices nerves swimming in your eyes. The second he recognizes the box in his hands, his eyes widen in shock.

“No way,” He exclaims, the bag falling to his feet as his eyes dart from you to the box, “No way! Y/N, where did you find this?”

“I won’t reveal my secrets,” You giggle, relief flooding your veins at his excitement, “I know you said you really liked it, but couldn’t find it anywhere in stores anymore, so.”

Kirby stares at the box of cologne in his hands, his brain tripping over its own thoughts as he tries to figure out what to say. Of every gift he’s ever gotten, this is by the far the most heartfelt. He’d mentioned to you once, months ago, how he hadn’t been able to find this cologne for years and the fact that you’d gone and found it just solidified how he felt about you. 

You watch as Kirby’s eyes meet your own, a multitude of emotions swirling in them as he places the box on the dresser next to him. He takes a step towards you, watching to see how you react to the newfound proximity until you’re nearly chest to chest. Your heart slams into your ribs as you crane your neck to look up at him, your tongue swiping at your bottom lip.

“Can I kiss you,” Kirby’s voice is low and careful, gaze dancing all across your face.

“I’d be mad if you didn’t,” You breathed out through a wave of confidence.

 It felt like time slowed as Kirby cups the back of your head in his hands, pulling your mouth to his own until your lips were molded together. You wrap your arms around your neck, pulling him closer into you. He slowly backs you against the wall, carefully tugging on your hair as he slips his tongue into your mouth. You let a quiet moan vibrate against Kirby’s mouth, and that’s when he pulls away.

The kiss, while short in time, was full of so much built up emotion that it left the two of you breathless and panting. Your eyes are still closed as you let your head hit the wall behind you, your arms still looped around his neck as his fingertips press into your hips. Kirby dropped his forehead to your shoulder, nothing but pure bliss floating around him.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a year now,” He laughed to himself.

“What took you so long,” You teased, opening your eyes as you dragged your hand up to tangle in his hair.

“Didn’t know if you felt the same,” He sheepishly admitted, lifting his head to look at you.

“Oh, yeah, because I spend all my free time helping all my injured neighbors,” You playfully rolled your eyes, a smile toying at your lips, “I hope you like your gift, Kirbs.”

“I love it, but you’re the only gift I need.”

[lfghughes]

Could you write something with Kirby Dach where the reader is kind of intimidated by him? Like he’s so tall and I just feel like him backing a girl up against a wall in a consensual and flirty/sexual tension filled way would be so attractive

a/n: kinda finally getting over the flu and this was the first time all week that i was able to form an actual fic

The cat and mouse game was fun in a way and for the past few months that was the game you and Kirby had been playing. You two had first met through your best friend Cole who happened to play on the same hockey team as Kirby. Since that first night you had met the flirting had only grown but neither of you ever broke that line that you were both so carefully tiptoeing on.

“So is Kirby coming to this party tonight?” You asked Cole as you helped him grab some of the drinks he had bought for the night. He looked over at you, raising an eyebrow. “Well most of the guys are and some of my other friends..” Cole took a deep pause as he eyed you carefully. “Why do you care about Kirby specifically?” He asked and then his jaw fell slightly “Wait please tell me you two…no.” immediately you shook your head at him.

“No! We haven’t anything. Just..Pals.” You shrugged and a look of horror grew on Coles face. “I’ll have a chat with him later.” That was even more horrifying of a thought. Even though you both flirted with each other and it was obvious there was an attraction there the last thing you wanted was for Cole to go talk to him about that.

You spent the remainder of setting up trying to convince your best friend otherwise but you had a feeling that he wasn’t going to listen to you. The party itself was fun, there were a few boys you recognized that had been friends with Cole for years and you also recognized a good chunk of his teammates. But your eyes searched for the one person you were looking for, disappointment filling your features when you didn’t see him.

“Looking for me?” A voice came from behind you, low enough to your ear and sending chills down your spine because you knew who it belonged to. You turned around a small smirk on your lips as you tilted your head up at Kirby. “Now why would I look for you? I heard that Coles cute friend from New Jersey is here, maybe I’m looking for him.” You shrugged and you saw an amused look grow on Kirbys face.

You don’t know at what point you both had walked into the corner of the room but you realized there was nowhere for you to go because you were backed up into a wall. Not that you were really complaining right now. Kirbys hand found your hip and if he wasn’t so dang tall you could have easily kissed him with how close he was. “Why are you still playing this game?” He asked and you chewed on your lower lip.

“What game?” You asked, knowing exactly what he was referring to but you wanted him to just say it. “This whole acting like you don’t want me to kiss you right now.” He leaned down just slightly, his lips definitely getting closer to the point where you could kiss him. “Because I know even if you don’t say it that you want to kiss me and not Jersey, wherever he is.” Couldn’t exactly argue with his point there.

“If you’re so sure of it then just kiss me.” You told him and with those words his head leaned down and when his lips were just mere inches from yours you heard a shout from across the room that was directed right at Kirby. “Dach! We need to talk.” You groaned at the sound of Cole’s voice and in his insistence of ruining your night. Kirby pulled away but a small smirk remained on his lips. “This isn’t done. I’m kissing you before the night ends.” And with those words he left, going over to Cole who looked like he was ready to have some serious words with his teammate.

[cixrosie]

Kiss you Forever

Prompt: “I can kiss you forever,” Character B murmurs. “Yeah?” Character A says, laughing a little, only to stop when Character B leans in and presses a kiss against their cheek. “Yeah,” Character B says, “Yeah, I can. You think I’m lying?” with Kirby Dach

Seeing Kirby get pushed in to Blackhawks bench made you audibly gasp and you knew from the way he fell into it and how when he got up and wasn't putting weight on his right leg it was bad. You also knew it had to be bad with the way Arber, Juraj and Cole looked up at you briefly with saddened faces it was bad.

Usually when Kirby took a bad hit or whenever anything happened and he needed medical attention you immediately followed him to the medical room ,but you were kinda in shock so you didn't move and just waited until someone came and got you or Kirby sent you a text.

The other wags were worried about you, you completely zoned out on the replay they showed. " hey y/n why don't you go and see him" one of them said " I'll just wait until he needs me" you responded with .

Finally you had enough waiting and decided to go and see Kirby, just as you started gathering your belonging you heard the announcer confirm that Kirby wouldn't be returning to the game and you moved faster. The other wags sent you sad smiles.

You arrived to the medical room the door was closed but you immediately heard Kirby moaning in pain on the other side and felt bad for him. Should you have came down sooner to see him. Did he want to see you as he is in the most excruciating pain he's been in. So many thoughts ran through your head.

As you started to zone out again the doors open and you went in to finally see Kirby and you run to him carefully not to hit his leg or put too much force on him while he's in pain.

" Kirb are you ok" you asked " yea baby im ok " he started to say he then looked at his right legs and said " I mean as ok as I can considering" as he motioned towards his leg. " so what they say about your leg ?" " I don't know yet I have to go to the Emergency Room to get X-Rays to see exactly what's wrong , all I know is it hurts like a fucking bitch" he says trying to joke but you can tell he's doing it for show and for your sake .

You see one of the trainers bring Kirby his stuff and say " the cars ready for you man im ready when you are" "ok here I come " Kirby responds . " I gotta go baby we're going to the ER now". " Oh do you want me to-" " No its ok I'll meet you at home Cole will drive me" Kirby says cutting me off. It makes me kind of upset and sad but I shrug it off and remember he's in pain so he probably just wants to be alone and figure out what's going on with his leg and the future of this season and career.

"Ok I love you " I say kissing him with just the right amount of passion that says " im worried about you and I know you're scared but im here" but not so much that it makes the staff around us uncomfortable. " I love you too so much " he responds before handing me his car keys to drive back to our apartment since he drove us to the stadium. " text me updates when you can please" " I will" he responds.

When I got home I sat my things down and sat on the couch for at least an hour and half staring at my phone . Then I got up and distracted myself with a hot shower and ordered from Kirbys favorite pizza place so he can have it when he eventually gets home and if he's hungry.

It's about 4 hours later when I get a text from Kirby saying him and Cole were on the way back home. I was in our living room watching reruns of SpongeBob to get my mind off how long it was taking for any kind of updates . Eventually I hear our garage door open and close and smile and think " finally he's home" . I greet Kirby and Cole at the garage door entrance to our apartment , Kirby is leaning all his weight onto Cole which is a funny sign considering the height difference.

"Wow Cole that's some real hockey strength you've got there" you said as you laughed. "Bullshit" Kirby screamed , you Cole laughed . " Bullshit you say as im holding you up I'll toss you on the ground right here and leave your ass there" You and Cole laughed even harder as Cole helped Kirby to the kitchen . "Are you hungry babe", "starving" Kirby replied. " well lucky for you I ordered your favorite pizza". " Cole you're welcomed to some as well" "Thanks y/n but im good "

Thirty minutes after Cole left and you and Kirby finished eating you guys made your way upstairs to your room with you helping Kirby up the stairs . You also helped him shower and get changed for bed before getting yourself ready for bed as well.

As you turn off all the lights in the bedroom the only light coming from the moon you pull the blankets back on your side and climb in next to Kirby who is looking all snuggly and cuddly .

"Hi" he says with a lovesick look on his face as he looks at you . "Hi you" you respond returning the same look . " I know you don't want to talk about anything right now but just know im here whenever you're ready" .

Kirby just leans in and kisses you with so much passion that you feel his love through the kiss. " I can kiss you forever" he says " Yeah?" you say laughing a little only stopping when Kirby leans in and presses a kiss against your cheek. " Yeah I can . You think im lying " he says.

" I don't know I think I need more evidence " you say . " HA HA HA" he responds while smirking then his face turns serious . " Thank you so much for today baby" " Kirbs I didn't really do anything " " Probably to you but seeing you hold it together kept me sane while figuring things out , and I know it couldn't have been easy seeing me like that so thank you baby I love you so much" " I love you too Kirbs" you say as you kiss him one last time , before he kisses your head as you both fall asleep from the crazy turn of events.

Note: UMMM HII this is my first nhl fic please let me know what you think and request if you want ok bye <3

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[luvmelikelluvu]

Behind the Bench

Chapter one - The Match

Ophelia Bennett let out a deep sigh, tossing her keys into the bowl by her door as she kicked off her shoes. She collapsed onto the couch, legs stretching out as she unlocked her phone, ready to zone out. It was one of those days, the kind where everything felt just a little bit harder than it should.

Scrolling through social media wasn’t doing it for her, so she flicked open the dating app she hadn't touched in weeks. Profile after profile of men posing next to fish, gym selfies, or poorly lit bathroom mirrors. Her thumb moved on autopilot until a profile caught her eye.

A cute guy, tall, maybe a little goofy-looking in a very endearing way, his name? A little wired Kirby she stopped, blinking at the screen.

"Kirby?" she muttered to herself, smirking as she swiped right, fully intending to find out.

She hadn’t even made it to the kitchen to grab a drink when her phone buzzed with a new match notification. Her smile widened. He matched me back? She tapped on the notification and wasted no time starting the conversation.

Sure, here’s the updated version of the conversation where they talk about the video game character instead of Pokémon:

Ophelia Be honest, did your parents name you after the video game character?

Kirby Damn, I wish it was either of those. My parents went with 'just because.' But if I inhale everything in sight like Kirby from the game, does that win me any points?

Ophelia laughed, her bad day starting to melt away. She settled deeper into the couch and fired back.

Ophelia Depends... do you get to roll around in a ball and flatten everything? Because that's where the real points are.

Kirby I mean, I could try.

Ophelia Well, I'd pay to see that.

Kirby I'd make sure to do it in front of an audience then.

Ophelia a man who’s not afraid of a little public humiliation then

Ophelia was already in a better mood. This was what she needed—a little light flirting, something fun and harmless to take her mind off the day. It was just supposed to be a distraction, but now her fingers hovered over her phone, eager for his next reply.

Kirby, meanwhile, had pulled his legs up onto the couch, getting more comfortable. Kirby absentmindedly smiled at his phone. This was the best conversation he'd had on the app in… well, ever.

Kirby So how’s your night going other than swiping right on me😏

Ophelia Well I just got home from a long day of pretending to be a functional adult. now im being lazy lying on my couch, debating whether or not to get up and find something to eat but I’m pretty sure I’ll just stay lying down

Kirby same here been here for an hour and haven't moved. I keep thinking about getting up but probably wont

Ophelia special kind of lazy convince yourself that getting up is impossible were twining in that 😙

Kirby You get it it’s a whole mindset

Ophelia The fact that my fridge is basically empty I’d need to actually cook something is also why i don't want to get up

Kirby tough no breed or anything

Ophelia All I’ve got some ramen noodles

Ophelia’s day started as usual, but there was something a little different lingering in the air this morning an extra hint of excitement. She’d spent most of the night messaging Kirby, and though she didn’t know much about him yet, it was enough to put a smile on her face as she got ready for work.

Her morning routine went on like normal, grabbing something to drink and heading to the clinic. She worked with neurodiverse children helping those with ADHD, dyslexia, and other challenges to navigate their life. The work was intense but rewarding, and today was no different. She had back-to-back appointments scheduled and would hardly have a moment to breathe until lunch.

By the time noon rolled around, she needed a break more than ever. Her day had been productive and draining, the kind of work that left her proud but tired. Stepping into the small, quiet break room, she pulled out her phone and smiled at the unread message from Kirby.

Kirby Still alive or has work killed you

Ophelia Barely hanging on wby

Kirby Yeah just trying to survive over here whats work done to have you barely staying alive

She paused for a moment, realizing that neither of them had mentioned what they actually did for work. They had been messaging since last night, and it had been a break from everything else. She liked that they hadn’t gotten into too many personal details yet—it felt like they were just enjoying the ease of getting to know each other in their own time.

Ophelia Lots of clients keeping me alive is probably my smoothie

Kirby Been non-stop for me to but luckily my days short today

She could relate. This was refreshing, just a little back-and-forth to brighten her day. She glanced at the clock, realising her lunch break was already half over.

Ophelia leaned back in her chair and stretched, scrolling through their messages. She felt herself relax as they exchanged a few more texts. Nothing too deep, just updates on their day—what they were eating for lunch, how tired they were, little things like that. It was a good distraction.

The afternoon stretched out before her, filled with more therapy sessions and meetings. One of her favourite students, a girl with dyslexia named Emily, had made huge step in her reading, and it made Ophelia’s heart swell with pride to see her progress. By the time the day wrapped up, Ophelia felt both tired and satisfied.

Once she got home Ophelia sent a message to Kirby.

Ophelia Made it to the end of the day 🤗

Kirby Luckily what’s the plan for the rest of the night I’m thinking food. Lots of food.”

Ophelia Solid plan I might do the same

She couldn’t help but laugh at how easy it was to talk to him. It felt natural, no pressure. She didn’t know when or if they’d meet up in person, but for now she was happy with this.

[behoright]

lightning on my skin l k. dach

there's nothing I can do / I just can't resist

summary: kirby + you + a house full of family members + an empty car...

wordcount: 3.2k

song: where would I be? - gwen stefani

warnings: 18+! smut sooo minors begone! unprotected sex, dirty talk and semi public sex. whoopsies. oh also cursing.

a/n: i'm sl*t for this man but no I will never admit it in public. enjoy.

𓇽 ⊹ ᨘ ִֶ໑𓇽 ⊹ ᨘ ִֶ໑𓇽 ⊹ ᨘ ִֶ໑𓇽 ⊹ ᨘ ִֶ໑

“You’re such a dumbass, Kirbs.”

“What? He was just being annoying so, I had to do it.”

The sounds of the crickets consorted your laughs as you and Kirby sat eating in his G Wagon, recently coming back from a lovely date at the nearby park. Despite being your second year of dating, this had been the first summer you had fully spent together. Staying at the Dach household had been an interesting but nonetheless exhilarating experience; you found out just how quickly chaos could ensue when Kirby and Colton were left to their own devices under the same roof. Proving that age was just a number, from day one it was plain and simple that they naturally retreated back to their little child selves, most of their interactions ending up with a playful physical altercation of some sort.

“You can’t tell me he wasn’t being entirely too cocky, Y/N.” he said with his mouth full of fries, his eyes widening over at you.

“He is your baby brother!” you exclaimed.

“Well, he’s no longer a baby. It’s a fair fight, that’s all I’m saying.” he chuckled.

Kirby hadn’t been this excited for a summer in a long time. 

Your internship now having wrapped up, he finally had the time to steal you and your newfound free time. He knew as soon as the season ended that he was going to keep you in his hometown all for himself. 

Seeing you interact with his family made Kirby’s heart flutter; cooking with his mom or ice skating with his dad and brother after their practice. 

You had met them before, but these were novel circumstances for the both of you. 

Any nerves he might have had swiftly vanished as you both settled in, making yourself at home in the most respectful way possible. 

He was able to forget about the stress of hockey and fitting your schedules together, and just revel in the normalcy of slowly waking up with you, knowing that you had virtually no strict plans for the day. 

“You guys are insane. These are full-on fights!” you laughed.

“You should have seen them when we were younger. They were actually much worse.”

“Oh, don’t worry. Your parents told me all about that.”

You naturally clicked with everyone in his family, so much so that his grandparents came fastly to meet you as well. It astounded him how you were able to pull everyone in so genuinely, leaving his introverted soul wrapped up in admiration. 

He was proud to have you with him. You completed each other nicely and in very practical ways.

“Oh god, please don’t remind me of all the embarrassing stories they brought up.” he blushed.

“Why? You really don’t want to talk about that little bath stor-”

“No, no! I’m changing topics! I’m pulling that card out!” he exclaimed.

“Alright, alright.” you laughed, throwing your head back against the headrest. As much as he was blushing, you could see him hiding a smile underneath it all. 

However, his house perpetually rustling came with its downsides. He enjoyed it most of the time, however, he missed the privacy of your shared apartment back in Montreal. 

When he watched you walk around his family home every morning his mind couldn’t help but flash back to seeing you strut around naked, getting your coffee ready, all from the comfort of his messed up bed, underwear, and clothes scattered on the ground from the night before. 

He missed that. A lot.

It was hard to have some alone time knowing his family members were around you both constantly. 

The last thing he wanted to do is make anyone uncomfortable. Not when there were literal months left in the summer.

So, Kirby decided to get creative. 

Much to his surprise, it ended up sparking a newfound love for public affection, in more ways than one, for the both of you, which just pushed him to explore more. 

Your first date of the summer that started with a picnic at the lake, and lovingly ended with you both hiding behind some trees for a while. The feeling of getting caught rushed through you equally as you consummated your love truly in public for the first time. 

So you unconsciously kept it going for most of the summer, looking for new places every day to spend time at. 

“You know, you’re bad for making me eat this.” he snickered at you.

“Oh, c’mon, tell me you don’t miss eating this junk during the season.”

“I do, I do.” he said, wiping his hands clean. “You know what I miss more though?”

“Mmm?” you asked, piling all the trash together.

“You.”

You turned your head up to find Kirby staring at you, his signature smirk peering over at you. 

“You’re so sweet.” 

“I mean it.” Kirby took his fingers to move to your hair behind your ear, gazing over your features. “I just wish I had a little more time with you every day.”

“Hey, we still make it work pretty well, right?”

“We do.” Kirby’s fingers lingered on you, now cupping your cheek. “I’m still going to enjoy this summer. As much as I can. I’m not letting you out of my sight, baby.”

His eyes trailed down to your mouth before he closed the gap between you two. 

The kiss was smoldering, both of your intentions clear as your brought each other closer despite the console dividing you.

“Kirby…”

“Baby..?” he said, his lips grazing against yours.

“Mm… here?” you asked.

“Mmhm.” Kirby answered in between kisses. “The back windows are tinted anyways.”

You turned your face to tentatively look at your surroundings, Kirby’s hands beginning to mess up your clothes already, his fingertips at your exposed bra strap. The parking lot was mostly empty, all families in their homes as the sun began to set. 

“You sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure about anything before.” Kirby said, his eyes dumbfoundedly fixated on your cleavage. 

“About doing it here, dingbat.” you snapped him back to reality, playfully hitting his arm.

“It’s more private than the park...” he said, smirking again. “...and the lake, and the rink, and the boat, or the mal-”

“Okay, okay.” you laughed, rolling your eyes. 

“C’mon, baby.” Kirby winked as he stepped outside while you moved in giddiness to the backseat over the middle console. 

You came face to face as he quickly shut the door behind him, your hot breaths colliding as he began to crawl above you, sending your back to lay against the warm leather of the seats. 

“Hi, beautiful.” he said, a smile appearing on his face.

“You’re quite the charmer for someone who’s about to take me in the back of his car.” you uttered, eyes focused on his lips, inching closer to you.

“...take you?” he asked, millimeters away from you. “I’m not going to take you, baby. I’m going to fuck you.”

Kirby wasted no time and aggressively sent his tongue inside your mouth, his pelvis already rubbing against your jean shorts. 

The walk in the park had been nice, but it had left you both a little heated and damp, in every way imaginable.

“That’s the Kirby I know.” you moaned, his tongue now trailing behind your ear and neck. “Always so hot and heavy.”

“Hey, I can be sweet.” he uttered defensively against your skin. “You want me to make love to you?” 

His head snapped up as he asked you, his questioning and piercing eyes looking for an answer in yours.

“Fuck no. I like you hot and heavy.” you said, bringing his face back onto yours, chuckling into the kiss.

He adorably kept giggling as he planted loud and silly kisses on your chin, moving down your chest and further lowering himself down the axis of your body. 

He had a tough exterior at times, but Kirby was playful at heart, and he didn’t leave that outside of the bedroom either. You found yourselves laughing and joking during your sexual escapades quite often actually, and it fulfilled you in the most endearing of ways.

“You’re smoking hot, babe.” he uttered against your belly.

“It is pretty hot outside.” you said, sitting up on your elbows. 

“Oh, you’re funny.” he laughed, sitting up as he began to undo the button of your shorts. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

“And you know I don’t know how to take compliments. Not even yours.” you lifted your hips up, Kirby ripping your bottoms off of you. 

“Well, let me tell you a different way then.” he smirked.

“Kirby Dach, you are the cheesi-.”

You were hastily interrupted, Kirby licking up your pussy vigorously before bringing your hips all the way up to latch his mouth against your heaving sex. Forthwith, the sensation took you back to the countless nights your boyfriend had spent buried in your pussy, relentlessly getting you to the point of having to pull him off of you before your legs twitched hard enough to accidentally hurt him. 

The truth was that time stopped for Kirby whenever he lowered his face in between your thighs. He loved to get his jaw wet with spit and juices; even more, he loved grinding against the mattress for hours, sending tingles up his spine every time. Knowingly playing an edging game with his body, and your own at the same time, taking you both closer to the edge with controlled and precise force.

Despite not having enough space in his beloved G-Wagon for you both to lay down, he wasn’t going to skimp out. Bringing you all the way up to him was a risky move, but he wasn’t up for much thinking when he had you so bothered underneath him like this. 

He held your body securely, his biceps flexing around your ass and hips. As his tongue lapped in circles, he couldn’t help but trail up your body with his gaze. The nature of your position allowed for your shirt to bunch up, showing the softness of your stomach that he adored so much. However, seeing your breasts up to your chin, flushed just as much as your cheeks were, your face overcome by pleasure, had him gripping your hips extra tightly.

“God, baby.” he whispered against you, covering your skin in goosebumps. “You’re going to make me bust.”

“Fuck me, Kirby.”

He dropped your hips immediately, letting it hurt as he unzipped his pants, his erection serendipitously springing onto you. 

“I love you so much, baby, that was so good, but I-, I simply can’t wait.” you pleaded.

“I love you more baby; a couple more seconds of you wriggling like that in my arms and I wouldn't have been able to wait either.” he answered, removing as much clothing as possible.

Kirby was hot and heavy in every sense of the word. And it felt so good as it slapped your pussy whenever he pulled himself free of his clothes. 

“God, take a look at that.” he growled.

He set his blue eyes on the tip of his cock, parting your folds, glistening with his saliva and precum. The sun was lowering itself beautifully on the other side of the park, its rays peeking through the trees and his seats to create shimmering windows of light on your bodies. He felt the ridges of his member dampen as he kept plunging himself back and forth on top of you. He could feel the lust of his heartbeat in every single one of his veins and quickly into yours as he slowly dipped his cock inside you with a groan. 

You were mostly sure he had never realized it, but Kirby loved to push the tip of his dick inside you first and pause, just for a handful of seconds. 

Inadvertently, filling your cunt up with his body was one of his most cherished parts of fucking. 

There was something about the overwhelming feeling that took over his entire being when he felt your walls surround him concretely, soaking himself in all the gushy desire that had been building up inside you. 

He felt as if you had been waiting for him, and he loved to feel responsible for absorbing the aching that resided inside you as he bottomed himself out. 

Continuously, Kirby never took his eyes off you when he first thrust; the first time you had sex, he had to immediately take a break, the look on your face almost sending him over the edge completely. 

The sigh. 

The way your eyes rolled back. 

And he could always hear your vocal cords contract in the back of your throat in the slightest moan, but never strong enough to let it out.

It was almost inaudible, but it was there, and it drove him mad.

He loved being the only man that got to see you like this.

And you loved being the only one that got to notice the ritualistic thinking in your boyfriend, without fail.

His legs trembled as his pelvis came flush with your legs, pushing himself all the way inside you after feeling you clench once around the ridge of his head. 

Right underneath it, squeezing around him so deliciously as a signal for more. 

As soon as he saw that lovely look on you he was quick to throw your legs on his shoulders before he began thrusting steadily inside you. 

He tried to resist himself every time, and his efforts were never futile, but you knew they never lasted long. 

The more you showed your pleasure, the more he lost it. 

Kirby liked it deep and fast, and you were never one to complain about it. 

He let his head lull forward as he anchored a rhythm in his thrusts, his eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. 

“Oh, Kirby.” you moaned. “That feels so good, baby.”

He didn’t dare to look, feeling your hips begin to tilt forward already as you arched your back in the delight of his shoving inside you.

His brain went offline completely, letting all of the muscles in his face relax entirely, preoccupied only with the movement of his cock. 

“Keep talking, baby.” he uttered, almost whispering. “You sound like a fucking angel.”

The tremble in his deep voice was crystal clear, the knuckles of his fingers turning white as he gripped onto the flesh of your thighs. 

“I thought I was going to lose it today, babe. I wanted you so fucking bad.” you moaned, the leather quietly creaking as you angled yourself closer to him again. 

Kirby’s chest began to rumble, attempting to hold his moaning back as he stayed transfixed in the physical sensation of your bodies uniting. 

You could see him begin to sweat, flushing deeper every time he pulled out of you with a low, tight-lipped groan; a droplet lovingly trickled down the long hair strands that hung in front of his face before falling on your stomach. Every time they dripped onto you, it felt like you could hear a sizzle, your skin enveloped in lust as it flinched back with every single thrust.

It was nearly lovable how much he tried to control himself, always to no avail, but you could tell today, through your half-open eyes, that it wasn’t going to last long.

The reality was that the more he focused on the physical sensation, the hotter he got. 

The more relaxed you felt his whole body, the harder he became inside you, growing against your most sensitive spots. 

Quite curiously, the slowly blinking of his eyes open happened to come at the time your head fully tilted back, a glorious arch in your figure as your eyes fluttered closed. The muscles of his belly tensed at the coiling that he felt growing inside him, the only thing that was now softening being his jaw as he opened his mouth at the reverie of the woman reaching a  climax in front of him and underneath his touch.

“Oh fuck, like that, baby?” he asked, speeding up his movements just enough to let his skin stickily slap against you. 

“M-,m-,m-.”

Unfortunately for you, speaking was never your forte as you reached your edge. 

Fortunately for Kirby, it made him so horny he involuntarily hunched over, his body spasming as he swore he could see your pupils at the back of your head underneath your fluttering eyelids. 

He took the hint to increase his pace, slowly but surely, your shoulders trembling all the way down to your hips. His rough pubic bone came in contact with you, rubbing against your clit and exquisitely sending you over the edge. 

Your system went haywire as you came, sweet moans filling up the steamy car as you shook in pleasure underneath and around him, scratching his beloved leather seats. 

Any attempt to moan his name was inefficacious, but the effort was noticed by your boyfriend who pushed your convulsing legs further down, coming close to your face.

He had officially lost it, now dedicating himself to keeping you in this state as long as possible.

Kirby was able to somehow plant his feet against some steady surfaces of his luxury car, having the fresh ability to speed up, his eyes still stuck on your delirious elation that wouldn’t concede.

“Fuck, baby, you look so fucking good like this.” he moaned.

His muscular thighs tensed as he pounded into you, your cunt now gushing liquid all around him; you could only turn your head around as you sharply inhaled, letting the glee send sparks throughout your nervous system, your body moving on its own. 

It was so much that you both failed to feel the car shake with the power of his thrusts as he recognized the familiar creeping sensation begin to move inside him, his orgasm not far behind yours.

“This is-, this is-, fuck, baby, I can’t hold back.” he groaned, letting his forehead fall next to your head, his wet hair seeping sweat into yours. 

Finally, you managed the find the strength to move your fingers to the back of his neck, holding onto his hair for dear life as you began to descend back to earth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Kirby came loudly as he let himself go, shooting his hot and milky seed inside you with deep thrusts; roaring, he was noisy enough to be heard outside of the vehicle, but neither of you cared as he stayed inside you, flesh to flesh, his cock still twitching and painting your insides white. 

“Oh my fucking god, Y/N.” he said with his head still down before placing a kiss on your shoulder.

“I could say the same thing to you.” you laughed, smart enough to reach slightly above you and open the passenger door only a crack. 

The evening, fresh air barged its way into the stuffy car, the fog on the windows starting to disappear slowly. The change in temperature made Kirby snap up, deeply inhaling almost unknowingly before finding you.

“Good?” you asked, Kirby’s favorite smile looking right at him.

“Better than good.” he coaxed. “You’re a dream, Y/N.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, Dach.” you chuckled, an adoring kiss planted on your forehead.

“I love you.” he whispered into your skin.

“I love you.” you answered just as lovingly.

....

“Where do you want to go tomorrow, baby?”

[letsgetrowdy43]

Western summers ❧

Kirby Dach x reader

Very random edit, it has no plot whatsoever, just wanted to make something for bae!!

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Ynofficial EDM —> MTL

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Colecaufield breaking the distance 😚

Ynofficial 🤫

User83 this is so cunty 🤭

Colton.dach 🤨🤨

Ynbestfriend I miss you dearly 😔

User93 okay committed relationship!!

User38 I love how you post him as if none of us know who you’re dating??

Ynofficial LET ME LIVE IN DELUSION 🙏

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Ynofficial I 🫶🏻 Alberta summers

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User28 loving this era of you!!

User83 why are you wearing an American flag sweater??

Ynofficial It’s comfortable… I pretend it’s not there

Ynbestfriend you’re living my John Denver dreams 😌

Ynofficial you live 5 minutes away, come join the dream <3

Dylstrome19 ewwww

Ynofficial don’t you have a girl dad things to be doing???

User10 Dylan strome??

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Colecaufield save a horse ride a cowboy @ynofficial ??

Kdach77 you’re a dog

User73 back to Chicago 🔜

Canadiensmtl off season king!!

User73 he said “private, not secret”

User28 I love hicks!!

Ynofficial THIGHS 🤤

Ynofficial HOT HOT HOT

Ynofficial that was really slutty of you…

Ynofficial lucky lady 🫣

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User38 I just know she was giggling while picking out the photos…

Ynbestfriend the dog 🥹

Ynofficial IK

User83 THE SWIMMING PICTURE BITCH ?!

Colecaufield I hate (love) this

Kdach77 ❤️❤️

User28 we’ve lost him 😪

User37 plzzz tell me that was a joke!

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Colton.Dach I would say ew, but I like her more than you…

Ynofficial 3/4 pictures are abt me!? I think you’re in love with me 🤭

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User29 hockey szn soon!!

Colecaufield OMG I MADE THE POST 😚

User20 priorities should be on the rink!!

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[cuttergauthier]

The Story Of Us

Kirby Dash x Female Strome Reader

Warning: Trade, Pregnancy, Fluff, Wedding

word count: 2.0k

This insta edit to Follow this pic.

let me know what you guys think🤍

The One Where He Gets Traded

I am currently in Kirby's home town, Kirby and I have been dating for 2 years now. I'm so glad my brother introduced us when Kirby first arrived in Chicago.

For the past 2 summers I've been coming to Kirby's hometown to spend time with him and his family.

It’s late in the afternoon, I am sitting outside on the porch swing reading a book, while Kirby was inside taking a phone call.

It is a beautiful sunny day. I am enjoying the sun shining on my face.

I heard the door open and closed. I looked up to see Kirby making his way to me. He looked stressed so I put my book down. He sat down next to me and let out a breath. 

I put my hand on his shoulder, looking at him worried.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

“Not really,” he sighed. He was looking at the lake. I put my hands on his cheeks and turned his face to look at me.

“What’s going on Kirby?” I asked. He started to worry me, did something happen? Is he going to break up with me? Is he going to tell me to go home?

I sighed before putting his hand on my right thigh. 

“I just got off the phone with my agent… I got traded” he said. My eyes widened. Oh my god.

“I’m so sorry Kirby… where are you going?” I asked. Is he going to break up with me now? I the aren’t going to be in the same city anymore. Is he going to ask me to go with him?

“Montreal, they’re going to announce it tonight at the draft.” He said

“Oh kirbs, it’s going to be okay” I said, he put his arm around me and pulled me closer. I laid my head down on his shoulder.

“What’s going to happen to us?” I asked

He sighed before kissing my forehead.

“I was hoping maybe you would come with me? But if you don’t want to i totally understand, we could always do long distance, all i know is i don’t want to break up.” He said, I smiled softly at him before I raised my head and kissed his cheek.

“I would love to go with you Kirby” I said, his eyes widened.

“Really?” 

“Of course, i love you, i don’t want us to be living in 2 different countries” i said

“I love you so much,” he said, smiling.

“I love you too, here’s to a new chapter in our lives” I said happily 

“I can’t wait to do it with you,” he said smiling.

The One Where He Proposes

Kirby and I have been living in Montreal for the past five months, it’s now the all star break. We have been dating for three years. I couldn’t be happier, as much as I miss Chicago, Montreal is amazing.

My brother Dylan is now in Washington, Chicago ended up trading him also.

Thankfully none of my brothers made the all star team so we all decided to go on vacation together to Hawaii. I've always wanted to come here, it’s absolutely beautiful.

Tonight is our last night here so Kirby said he wanted to take me out on a date so I am currently getting ready. 

I decided to wear a beautiful knee length silky pink dress. I curled my hair and put on some mascara, I didn’t feel like doing my full makeup since we are on vacation.

Once I was done getting ready I left the bathroom to see Kirby sitting on the bed scrolling on his phone. When he heard me he looked up and smiled.

“You are absolutely gorgeous,” he said.

“Thank you, you look handsome yourself,” I said.

“Are you ready?” he asked. I nodded. 

He got up, put his phone in his pocket and took my hand. We made our way to the restaurant.

The food was delicious, we talked and laughed the whole time.

When we left the restaurant Kirby looked at me and smiled, the sun was about to set.

“You want to go for a walk and watch the sunset?” He asked.

I smiled.

“I would love to” 

We walked to the beach which was only like 5 minutes. When we got there we took off our shoes and left them on the sand before we started walking by the water to watch the sunset. 

I kept looking at the sky. It was stunning, it took me a few seconds to realize that Kirby wasn’t next to me. 

I turned around to see where he went only to find him down on 1 knee with a ring in his hand. 

“Oh my god” I said shocked, My hands went to my mouth.

Kirby smiled.

“Yn you have made me the happiest man alive, you have been by my side for the past 3 years, i love you more than you’ll ever know, i want to spend the rest of my life with you, will you marry me?” He asked. My hands are shaking, and tears are rolling down my cheeks.

I started nodding.

“Yes, yes” I said shakily. 

He put the ring on my finger and pulled me in a kiss.

“I love you so much” i said

“I love you more” he said 

We heard cheering behind us. I turned around to see my brother and their wives along with my 2 nieces.

They all congratulated us.

I couldn’t be happier.

The One Where She Finds Out They're Pregnant

Kirby and i have been married for 4 months now and we have been trying for a baby for the past 2 months 

We had no luck.

I woke up a little later than usual, Kirby was already gone for morning practice. I got out of bed and put on a hoodie since it was chilly this morning. 

I went to the kitchen to make myself some breakfast. Kirby won’t be back for 2 hours since Morning practice just began.

I started cooking some eggs and the smell made me nauseous so I put it aside, turned off the burner and rushed to the bathroom to vomit.

Once I was done I brushed my teeth. My eyes widened when I thought about what could make me feel like this.

I rushed to grab my phone to check when my last period was. The last time I should have had it was last month when Kirby was on a road trip but I never did. How did I not realize before?

I rushed to our bedroom and changed into leggings and grabbed my purse and jacket before making my way out the door.

I rushed down the street from our apartment building. There was a small pharmacy.

I went in and bought two pregnancy tests. The cashier lady smiled when I paid and told me good luck. I thanked her and made my way back to the apartment.

My mind was going crazy, could I really be pregnant? Or am I just stressed?

I went straight to the bathroom to take both tests. Once I was done I washed my hands and put a timer on my phone for 5 minutes.

Kirby and I really want a kid, so I am really hoping that the test says positive.

When the five minutes were up, I took a deep breath and turned both tests around.

My hands flew to my mouth, tears started rolling down my cheeks. We are having a baby.

I couldn’t believe it.

I didn’t want to wait to tell Kirby I was pregnant but I also wanted to do something cute. Thankfully Emilia Armina  lives next door to us, and she has 1 kid so I thought I could possibly ask her if she still has baby stuff I could borrow just to put in a box and I could give Kirby once he got home. 

I got out and went to knock on her door.

She opened the door and saw I had been crying so she pulled me in a hug.

“Are you okay?” She asked worriedly.

I nodded

“Yes, sorry i didn’t mean to worry you, i um… just found out I’m pregnant, i was wondering if you still have a little onesie and baby skates i could borrow… I want to surprise Kirby as soon as he gets home and he’ll be here in less than an hour so I don't have time to go to the store but I want to do something cute… i’ll give them back afterwards, "I rambled. She smiled big and pulled me in another hug.

“Oh my god, Congrats! I know you guys have been waiting for this” she said.

“Thank you” 

“Come in, I'll go get the stuff, “ she said smiling.

I nodded. We went in and she made her way to another room. She came back with baby skates and a cute little white onesie.

“Here you go, Kirby’s going to be so excited,” she said.

“Thank you so much, I promise I'll bring it back tonight.” I told her.

“No rush, take your time, and congratulations again, you and Kirby are going to be amazing parents, '' she said, giving me one last hug before I made my way back to my place.

I hate an old box in my closet so I took it out and put the onesie and the baby skates in it along with both pregnancy tests. I left the box on the counter so I can give it to him when he gets home. In the meantime I went and cleaned the food i didn’t eat this morning and decided to eat a bowl of fruits instead.

Once I was done eating I went to put the bowl in the sink when I heard the front door open.

Kirby made his way to the kitchen, when he saw me he smiled before making his way to me.

“Hey babe,” he said before kissing my forehead.

“Hey kirbs, how was practice?” I asked.

“ Not too bad,” he said. He made his way to the fridge and got himself a bottle of water.

“ I have something for you,” I said nervously. He looked at me confused.

“You got me something?” He asked. I nodded and gave him the box.

He looked at me then the box.

He put it down on the counter and I went in front so I could see his face.

He slowly opened it. 

When he saw what was in the box he froze. I stood there nervously.

He looked up at me with tears in his eyes.

“Are you serious?” He choked out.

I nodded with tears in my eyes.

“Yes” 

“Oh my god” he rushed to me and pulled me in a hug

“We’re going to be parents” he said

“You’re going to be a dad” i said

“I love you, and I can't wait for the baby to be here,” he said smiling widely.

“I love you more,” I said before kissing him.

The One Where They're Baby Girl Is Born

My due date was supposed to be yesterday, but the baby decided he didn’t want to be born yet.

We decided to stay in Montreal for the summer since I was 8 months pregnant once the season ended.

My parents came down from Toronto, Kirby’s parents and brother also decided to come down. My brothers and their wives said they would be here today. Everyone wants to be here to meet our baby girl.

It’s now 5 p.m. and I finally started having contractions but they are far apart so I knew I still had time before we had to go to the hospital. My mom called my Ob to let her know, so she’d be prepared.

At around 7:30 p.m. they were much closer apart so Kirby took me to the hospital. Our parents said they would meet us there.

After what took forever at 10:45 p.m. our baby girl was born, she was precious.

I’m holding her in my arms while Kirby sits next to me on the bed.

“She’s the cutest baby ever” Kirby said in awe and kissed the side of my head.

“I’m so proud of you, thank you for making me a dad” he said with teary eyes.

“Couldn’t have done it without you, i love you both so much” I said

“I love you both, my two beautiful girls,” Kirby said smiling.

[prettytoxicrevolver]

19 dialogue & 30 scenario with Kirby Dach? Something to soothe my sadness with the fact that he’s injured

(my heart is broken thinking about sad and injured Kirby :(((( sir I will give you my ACL)

You hated horror movies. 

Ever since you watched the third paranormal activity at your 12th birthday party and couldn’t sleep for two weeks straight, you had hated horror movies. 

As an adult you tried to ignore the fear, always getting some kind of jab or joke thrown at you when you explained your nerves and fear around the movie genre. 

So, when your best friend of 5 years and boyfriend of 2 asked you to watch one, you hesitated at first but caved seeing his big brown eyes and soft smile on his lips. 

Kirby had been around a lot more recently since his injury that took him out of the habs lineup for the rest of the season. He tried to act tough about it but deep down you knew he was utterly heartbroken at the idea of missing a whole entire season with the team especially after missing half the season last year. And maybe that was part of the reason you said yes when he asked to watch a horror movie. 

You’re curled into Kirby’s side, trying your best not to flinch at the exorcism happening on screen but Kirby notices and slides his arm tighter around you so you’re face is fully hidden in his chest, 

“Do you want me to turn it off?” Kirby murmurs in your ear. 

“No no,” you start to say, lifting your head to look at him but a loud screen causes you to jump and Kirby smiles at you. 

Without a word, he turns off the tv, turning towards you and pulling you until you’re straddling his lap and your chests are flush against each other. 

“Are you okay?” 

“That kind of scared me,” you admit, pushing your face shyly into his neck. 

“Don’t worry,” he says, rubbing his hands up and down your back in a mesmerizing trance. “I’ll protect you.” 

You relax in his arms, trying to push the images of the horror movie from your mind but with no luck. “Come on,” Kirby whispers, nudging you off him and you both stand up. 

He holds up a finger to you, silently telling you to wait and you watch as Kirby carefully starts to move his big luxurious couch around. You suddenly get the idea, rushing towards his bedroom and grabbing all of the blankets and pillows you could carry and bring them out to the living room. 

It takes about 20 minutes but when you’re finished, Kirby has assembled the couch to be a giant bed and you’ve both thrown so many blankets and pillows on top that you can’t even tell where the pillows end and the couch starts. 

Kirby wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you down on the couch with him. You two snuggle up together and he grabs the remote once more, turning the tv back on and playing your favorite disney movie. 

“I love you,” you tell him as the beginning credits start to roll. 

“Love you too baby girl.” 

[uluvjay]

Short Temper-K. Dach

Kirby Dach x fem! Reader

In which you and kirby both have a thing for choking!!

Warnings?; Unprotected sex(a big no no!!), choking(obvi), cursing, kinda mean kirby, mentions of a hockey fight, small bar scene, rough sex, porn with a plot tbh, sorry for any errors!

Day three of my kinktober special!

Kirby was mad, fuming even.

The game was horrible, his goal and assist meaning nothing to him when they still ended up losing 2-6. To make things worse he’d gotten into a fight early in the third, busting the scabs he already had on his knuckles from a previous fight, the cut on his cheek looking just as fresh.

And for some reason he accepted Arbers invitation to get a few drinks after the game however he only ended up more pissed off as the bar tender persistently flirted with you again and again despite your locked hands and Kirby’s last name that was painted on your Jean jacket.

The red crystals that you had added to the letters sparkled under the bars shitty lighting catching the eyes of many customers yet he still found the guys eyes glued to your ass in your tight jeans.

He called it an early night, bidding his few teammates that joined a goodbye after not even have three sips of his beer.

He dragged you to his expensive g-wagon, still opening your door like he always did but he wasn’t very nice to the car as he slammed the door with much more might then needed.

He didn’t speak a word as he got in on his side, resting a still slightly bloody hand on your thigh as he peeled down the busy streets of Montreal.

The ride was silent, the only sound filling the car was the sound of your mixed breathing. Finally pulling into his parking spot in the parking garage he moved to open his door when your hand moving towards your own handle caught his eye.

“Don’t” he snapped and you quickly obeyed by retracting your hand.

You waited for him to round the car, opening your door for you he gave you his hand as you exited the large car.

“You know I’ll always get the door for you, so don’t try it again.” He spoke with a sharp look towards you as you two made it into the parking garage’s elevator.

“Yes sir” you replied, a small smirk tugging on your lips as you playfully saluted him.

His hand that had been lingering behind you on the bar was quick to swat your ass, a yelp breaking from you at the contact.

“Kirby!” You scolded the brunette.

He did his best to hide it but you saw his lips twitch, no doubt trying to hold back a smirk at your reaction.

“Watch your mouth then.” He shrugged, stepping out of the metal box as it reached your floor and taking off down the hallway.

You were quick to follow behind, doing your best to keep up with his long strides you made it to his side just as he got the door unlocked.

Once the two of you got inside he went straight for your bedroom while you took your time taking your shoes and jacket off before following after him.

You found him stripping down by his hamper, admiring his toned body as he pulled the white button down off. His dress pants quickly followed, his thick thighs on display while his tight boxers did nothing to hide his very obvious boner.

“You like watching me get naked?” He piped up.

“Mhm, one of my favorite hobbies actually.” You teased as you moved past him into the closet to hang your jacket.

Coming back into the room you were stopped in your way by two large hands grabbing your hips, he didn’t speak as turned your body to face his and lifted your arms as he pulled your shirt off.

You felt your heart speed up as his eyes locked with yours, you didn’t dare to break his stare as his cold hands moved down your body to unbutton your jeans next.

You choked on a gasp as he dropped to his knees tugging the denim down with him, next to go was your panties. His thick fingers hooking around the thin lace as he pulled them down, smirking at the small damp spot that was present.

He stood back to his feet, fingers reaching around you to unhook your bra watching contently as it slid down your arms and onto the floor.

Dipping his head down his soft lips tickled your skin as he kissed along the side of your throat, stopping just below your ear.

“Well getting you naked is one of mine.”

You swear you felt your knees buckle slightly as he whispered against your skin, very thankful for his large hands that were resting on your waist.

Picking you up he carried you towards your bathroom, sitting your feet on the floor he moved to the shower turning on the water before opening the door.

“Coming?” He asked over his shoulder.

You’d never moved so fast in your life. Stepping in behind him you watched as he dipped his head back, letting the hot water soak his head.

You could see the tension slightly leave his body as the water relaxed his muscles. You were so caught in your head that you didn’t notice his hands moving towards you until your body was the one under the water.

His body was pressed against yours, arms wrapping around your front as his large hands moved up and down your stomach softly.

Your eyes caught his scabbed knuckles as flashbacks from earlier tonight filled your mind, the way he gripped the other player up by his jersey before laying a punch to the man’s face.

You hated that seeing him be so violent turned you on but there was no denying the throb that always formed between your thighs at the sight of him beating someone’s ass.

Especially after the way things ended up for you two after the last fight, how he wrapped his bloody hand around your throat and pinned you to the mattress.

It was the first time he’d ever choked you during sex but you knew it wouldn’t be the last, you got a taste of it and you were addicted.

“What’re you thinking about baby, I can feel how heavy you’re breathing.” He asked behind you.

“N-nothing.” You stuttered.

“Hmm, then why are your thighs rubbing together?” You could hear the smirk in his voice.

Fucking caught.

Turning your body in his arms you threw yours around his neck before pulling his lips down to meet yours.

He didn’t hesitate to kiss back, pushing your body against the marble wall of your shower he didn’t hesitate to push a thigh between yours.

You moaned at the feeling of his thick thigh against your clit, body shuddering at the feeling of him pressed against you.

His tongue fought against yours but you didn’t give up, nipping at his bottom lip you basked in his soft growl. You were giving his energy right back until you felt his strong grip at the base of your throat.

You pulled your lips from his sucking in a sharp breath as your eyes locked, a look of understanding between the two of you.

Within seconds you were back in his arms with your body pinned against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist, his body pressing into yours.

You wanted him, you really did-but not here.

“Bed Kirby.” You moaned as his lips sucked against your sweet spot.

He didn’t need to be told twice, switching the water off he had you two out of the shower and onto the bed without wasting a second.

He didn’t give a fuck that you two were soaked, he only cared about fucking you until the both of you passed out.

He laid you down on the pillows before crawling over your body, positioning himself between your thighs he hooked yours over his.

Running his cock through your soaked folds he watched as you flinched slightly from the sudden pleasure.

There wasn’t anything more in this world that he liked more than seeing how responsive your body was to him, the little ways you’d move or respond to his movements.

He pushed his cock into you slowly allowing you to get adjusted to his size before he began to fuck you.

His lips worked on your chest, lips switching from Brest to Brest as he sucked and nipped at them earning sweet moans from you.

Feeling you buck against him he knew you were ready, adjusting your thighs to be wrapped around his waist he pulled out of your tight cunt before pushing back with much more force than the first time.

You cried out at his sharp thrust, heading dropping back into the pillows as the hot pleasure consumed your body. It felt like you were on fire, every touch and caress from Kirby pushing you closer and closer to a blazing edge.

You watched the man above you as his own head was tipped back in pure bliss, taking his frustration of the evening out on your body just as you’d hoped he would.

“Fuck” he grunted, the feeling of you purposely clenching around his cock pulling him closer and closer to his climax.

His eyes snapped open as he heard a giggle from you scoffing in response his large hand wrapped around your throat as he pushed two of his fingers into your mouth.

He shook his head when you moaned around them, tongue moving around the digits as if they were his cock. He could feel you moaning around his fingers are he switched his pace, pressing his hips into you he fucked you so slow and deep.

You could feel every vein and ridge of his cock, your desperate cry’s for more drowned by his thick fingers he smirked as you did your best to move against him.

His spare hand pressed your hips into the mattress stilling your movements slightly as you weren’t strong enough to fight against him.

He didn’t give in, continuing to fuck you slow and steady he grunted when you clenched him tightly, your warm walls hugging him so tight.

It was only when he felt your teeth sink into his fingers did he knock it off, pulling his fingers from your mouth you drew in a sharp breath before speaking.

“Fuck me-please Kirby.” You begged, chin glistening with spit that his fingers were also coated in.

The sight of your messy appearance had Kirby ready to come then, the way your mascara was still running, your flushed and hot cheeks, messy hair and swollen lips.

He adjusted your position, hooking your ankles together around his back he wrapped a hand around your throat.

You weren’t sure what he was doing until soon your felt his hips start at an ungodly pace, words colliding in your throat as broken moans as hot pleasure consumed you once again.

“Shit! So good, so fucking good.” You cried into the air, nails dragging down his back causing him to hiss at the burn.

He sat up to pull you into a messy kiss, teeth colliding in a fight for dominance however what you weren’t expecting was the tightening of his hand on your throat when your teeth nipped his lip a little to hard.

Squeezing just enough to cause you to gasp before returning to his normal hold, the action causing a whole new wave of arousal to rush through your body.

He knew you were getting close when your thighs started to shake, your body arching into his as your moans got more incoherent by the second.

“F-ahh, Kirby!” You babbled but he didn’t need you to tell him, he knew you were coming and he was ready, right on the edge of his own climax.

“Go ahead baby, come for me like the good slut you are.” He cooed in your ear.

His free hand moved to your clit as his thumb circled around the sensitive bud, watched in admiration as your body shook below his.

Your mount dropped open in a loud moan as you arched off of the bed, your orgasm breaking through your body.

The way your walls hugged him brought him to his own climax, his thrusts slowing as his hips began to stutter and soon he was pressed against you as he came.

You moaned at the feeling of his warm cum filling you up, the sensation dirty but so so good.

His hand that was around your throat loosened as he collapsed on top of you, the exhaustion of the game and sex finally getting to him.

Neither of you cared as you both fell asleep right there, his cock still deep inside you as he cuddled close into your side.

-

You were the first to wake up, the bright sun filling your room causing a small groan to rise from your throat.

You moved to stretch but the weight over your body and the ache between your thighs had you stilling.

Looking down you found Kirby’s large body still pressed against yours, his head resting right below your boobs while he held you close.

Images from last night flooded your mind and you feel your cheeks heat up at the thought of what you two did.

You realized his cock was no longer inside of you and he was dressed in a pair of boxers while you were swallowed by one of his shirts.

Shaking him awake lightly he tried hiding his face in the pillows but you weren’t letting that happen.

“Kirby baby get up, we have to shower.” You cooed as you ran a hand through his hair.

“Why.” He groaned.

“We went to sleep right after having sex bubba, gotta get cleaned up.”

“Cleaned us up and got you dressed.” He mumbled again.

“I see that but we need a proper shower.” You laughed.

“Can we get a bath?” He asked as he finally picked his head up, eyebrow raised as he looked at you questioningly.

Realizing his body was probably sore you nodded and moved to get a bath started, pouring in some epsom salt that he used you let it fill up while you went to get him.

He fought slightly but finally complied and followed you into the bathroom, stripping off his boxers he got in first allowing you to lay against his chest.

You thought he was sleeping until he spoke up, “Sorry if I was a little to rough or mean last night. I was pissed about the game and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

You smiled at his words, dropping your head back you looked up at him sweetly.

“Trust me, I didn’t mind it. Not one bit.”

“I’m sure you didn’t.” He laughed slapping your thigh slightly as you both broke into giggles before relaxing in the bath until the water was cold.

-

[blakeswritingimagines]

Wiping Away A Kiss

Quinn Hughes: He would react with a mix of amusement and affection. He would probably chuckle and playfully swat at your hand, teasingly telling you to stop. At the same time, he would feel a sense of warmth and affection for you, knowing that you are just enjoying your time together. He might even playfully kiss your hand or face to retaliate, just to keep the fun and flirty banter going between you.

Jack Hughes: If you played around and wiped his kisses off with a playful gesture, he would laugh and playfully pretend to be upset. He'd jokingly tell you how it's unfair to mess with his affections and playfully act like he's hurt by the action. He'd probably then laugh about it, pull you close, and give you another big, affectionate kiss.

Luke Hughes: If you playfully wipe off his kisses, he would likely respond by laughing and playfully trying to kiss you again. He may tease you a little bit and act mock offended, then grin and laugh as he playfully tries to lean in for another kiss. He'll playfully joke with you and say something like "What, you don't love my kisses?" or "Am I not the best kisser you've ever had?"

Nico Hischier: When you playfully wipes off his kisses, he'd playfully pout and try to give you more kisses. He might jokingly pretend to be offended, but in reality, he finds it endearing and playful. He'll playfully protest and try to give you more kisses, saying something like, "Hey, you're not allowed to wipe that off! I gave you a kiss, and you're supposed to keep it!"

Timo Meier: If you playfully wiped off his kisses, he would likely respond playfully as well. He might playfully pretend to be hurt and say something like "Oh, you're rejecting my kisses? I see how it is." Or he might try to steal another kiss and say something like "Oh, you thought I didn't see you try to wipe off my love! Well, you underestimated me!" It's all just in good fun and a playful way of showing affection.

Dawson Mercer: If you playfully wiped off his kisses, he might react playfully too, perhaps trying to playfully "steal" another kiss, while smiling and playfully bantering about it. He might tease you a little, or even make a silly pouty face, pretending to be "hurt" or "disappointed" by the gesture. He'll make a lighthearted comment about how he'll have to redouble his efforts to win your heart again.

John Marino: if you playfully wipes off his kisses, he has a good sense of humor and would likely have a big smile on his face. He would find it cute and amusing, and appreciate your playful and affectionate nature. Maybe he would jokingly chase after you and attempt to give you more kisses.

Kirby Dach: He would likely react with a mixture of amusement and affection. He might chuckle and playfully protest, saying something like, "Hey! Don't wipe off my kisses!" He would also appreciate the gesture, finding it sweet and lighthearted. He would likely continue trying to give kisses and playfully bantering with you in a loving and affectionate manner.

Juraj Slafkovsky: If you playfully wipe off his kisses, he would smile and laugh along with you. He would probably playfully pretend to be offended, like pouting or looking sad, even though he knows it's just a joke. Then, he may try to steal another kiss, or playfully tease you about it later

Arber Xhekaj: He would react to you playfully wiping off his kisses with a playful grin and a teasing quip. He would probably say something along the lines of "oh no, you're erasing my kisses! I'll have to give you even more!" He would then playfully chase after you, giving you quick kisses on the cheek or neck as he tries to "retake" his kisses.

Cole Caufield: When you playfully wipes off the kisses he gave you, he can't help but smile and feel a little mischievous. He loves it when you try to tease him like that! It's like a playful game between you. He might even playfully say, "Hey!" or "Don't wipe that off!" in a playful manner. He might even give them a goofy or silly grin, depending on the mood. It's a fun and playful way to show affection and flirt with each other.

Trevor Zegras: When you playfully wipe off his kisses with a cheeky smile, he feels a mix of amusement and affection. He may playfully pout or protest, but deep down, he loves your playful banter. He might even playfully chase after you to plant another kiss, continuing your silly and affectionate moment together.

Jamie Drysdale: Whenever you playfully wipe off his kisses, he usually reacts with a smile and a flirtatious response. He might playfully tease back and ask you why you don't want to be kissed by such a handsome guy, or he might simply lean in again for another kiss and playfully try to make it harder for you to wipe it off.

Matt Rempe: If you playfully wiped off his kisses, he would likely react with amusement and affection. He would probably playfully pretend to be offended, but he would appreciate the playfulness and the affectionate gesture. He might laugh and jokingly try to kiss you again, perhaps getting pretend revenge by grabbing you and kissing you all over your face until you surrender and give in to his affections.

[hrtsdevils]

look at me, i feel homesick. | fall to me au

fall to me au | instagram edit

pairing(s): platonic hughes brothers x family friend!reader

a/n this au is interactive so pretty please feel free to send ideas and feedback!! title is based on right now by gracie, and give me ideas for a nickname for reader!! enjoy<3

october 14, 2023

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liked by jackhughes, lhughes_06, elblue6, and 728 others

yourusername a collection of things i severely miss!!! the boys:( and my moosey!!!! weenie and the lake house (look how silly that throwback is on slide 6 i giggle)

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colecaufield also the soft launch is crazy

yourusername @/colecaufield how do you even KNOW what a soft launch is.

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[withwritersblock]

Your Needs, My Needs

~Your Needs, My Needs by Noah Kahan~

Author's Note: I love Kirby Dach and I miss him Summary: After Kirby gets injured Y/N comforts him Warnings: shouting and cursing Word Count: 1,069 Kirby Dach x fm!reader

He hasn’t come back to the ice after the hit into the Chicago bench. She anxiously sat in the back of the suit, staring at the television broadcast instead of the actual game below them. Caitlin walked over towards her with a sad smile on her lips.

“Have you heard from him?” she asked and Y/N shook her head. Shifting her gaze towards her phone, waiting to see if he texted her what was going on.

“It didn’t look that bad right?” Y/N questioned as she kept her gaze on the TV screen waiting for her boyfriend to return to the ice but he hadn't. She raised her hand towards her eye as she wiped a tear that was getting ready to trickle out of her eye. 

The team ended up winning the game without Kirby. He hasn’t texted her or even alerted her if he was going to be okay. She waited outside the locker room with Caitlin beside her. Kirby usually left the locker room during the middle of the pack but he was the first one leaving. Using crutches to help himself walk. He kept his gaze low for only a moment before he lifted his gaze to see Y/N waiting for him. He clenched his jaw as he felt his eyes tear up.

She walked towards him, furrowing her eyebrows. “It hurts like a bitch,” he muttered, shaking his head. She nodded as she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek for a brief moment. His head rested on her shoulder as he fought off a sob climbing his throat.

“You’ll get through this,” she let out as she pulled away from him. 

“Can you drive?” he mumbled, his voice was raspy.

“Of course,” she mumbled as she stood beside him, “Let’s get you home,” she muttered as she delicately rested her hand on his arm.

~~~

It had only been an hour since they got back to their shared apartment and the pain was slowly starting to get worse. He tried to pretend that it wasn’t hurting by trying to maneuver through the apartment. He didn’t want to talk about it, he just wanted it to be fine.

She emerged from the bathroom wearing her pajamas to find him standing up near his dresser. “Baby, please sit down and-”

“I dont want to sit down!” he shouted. She pulled her head back at the sudden tone of his voice. His lips quivered as he looked towards Y/N. His eyes tearing up. “I just want,” he let out a huff of air.

“I know, I know,” she muttered as she took a small step towards him.

“I’m-I’m sorry. I’m sorry I shouldn’t-” he said as he started to cry. He had spent several hours holding it in but now looking at his own reflection and the future of his season it all came crumbling down. 

Her eyes widened as she walked towards him quickly. Her hand began gently rubbing circles along the center of his back as he clenched his fists and delicately hit them against the top of the dresser. He looked towards her and she met his eyes. “Honey,” she muttered as he turned his body to face her.

“I didn’t mean to yell,” he mumbled as he engulfed her in a hug.

“I know, Honey,” she mumbled against his chest, holding back her own tears. 

It was rare to see him show emotions. He was always good at keeping the way he felt inside but he was frustrated. Year after year, he could never catch a break. “Come lay down, it’ll feel better,” she muttered as she delicately looped her arms around the center of his back guiding him towards their bed. She helped him lay down onto his back before she climbed beside him. 

He rolled onto his side, unable to look her in the eye any longer. She slowly wrapped her arms around his chest, feeling the unsteady breathing. She ran her hands up and down his arm and his back. 

“It’ll be okay,” she mumbled, her voice cracking slightly, “Injured for the season or not, you’ll be okay,” she said as she pressed her lips to his upper back. He stayed quiet as her touch began to calm him down. 

~

The next morning, she woke up to Kirby slowly running his hand up and down her back. She took a deep breath as she rolled over to face Kirby. He smiled softly as he met her gaze. “How are you feeling?” she let out barely above a whisper. He shrugged slightly as he looped his arm around her waist.

“Getting a scan today,” he mumbled as he showed her his phone that was lying near the pillow. She rested her hand onto his arm as she inched closer to him. “It’ll probably need surgery,” he mumbled as he toyed with the end of her t-shirt. 

“You don’t know that,” she mumbled as her hand landed on his cheek. She ran her thumb across his cheek, the stubble of his beard scratched her hand slightly. 

“I can’t put pressure on it, Baby. Season’s done,” he muttered as he clenched his jaw.

“Then you’ll have one hell of a comeback,” she said as she tapped her hand against his cheek. He smiled softly as she leaned towards him and delicately pressed her lips against his. “Welcome back seventy-seven!” she said with an echo effect in her voice. He rolled his eyes playfully, “What a goal by Kirby Dach!” she continued.

“Enough,” he muttered before he kissed her urgently. “I’m glad you're here with me,” he said against her lips.

“Come on, handsome. Let’s get your comeback started now,” she muttered as she kissed him briefly. She stood up from the bed as she walked towards his side of the bed, “Do you need help?” she questioned. He shook his head as he sat up from the bed.

“I’m okay, Baby,” he mumbled as he started to stand up from the bed.

“Are you sure? Because I was thinking I could help you in the shower,” she mumbled as she widened her eyes slightly as she met his gaze. He raised his eyebrows as he pursed his lips forward.

“Now that I’m thinking about it, I could really use your help,” he pouted his lips forward as they wandered towards the bathroom together.

“Oh really?” she teased.

[lfghughes]

Hello luv 💗 May I request a dad!Kirby fic? We all know he is very tall so I think it would be adorable if his wife is on the shorter side and their babygirl gets those genetics. She would almost look comically small when she’s with her father

a/n: to all my kirby peeps, don't worry we got more kirby stuff coming soon

Seeing Kirby become a father was one of the favorite journeys the two of you had taken. It wasn’t exactly planned but when both of you had found out it hadn’t even mattered because both of you were so excited for this. Throughout the whole pregnancy Kirby was one of the most supportive people and once your baby girl was born it was like it had transformed him into the ultimate girl dad.

Now here you were five years later with a mini me and you meant that quite literally, your daughter was a miniature version of you and even though it was possible she would have a growth spurt in her teenage years and end up as tall as her father it was definitely looking more like she was going to take after you and be on the smaller side. Even compared to kids in her school she seemed smaller but she was extremely adorable especially when she stood next to her father.

Right now you watched your husband walking with your little one, her small hand in his giant one, and step right onto the ice. Of course one thing she loved was similar to her fathers likes which was skating around. But it was always funny watching them because Kirby spent most of his time hunched over so he could be closer to his daughters height. “Okay, you are the reason for my future back problems, kid.” He straightened himself out and at the same time lifted her up in his arms.

“Wanna go super fast?” He asked and she immediately nodded her head at him, giving him the okay. You couldn’t help but smile as you heard her giggles fill the whole rink. After a few minutes both of them got their energy out and made their way over to you. Kirby leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “And you are the second reason for my future back problems, short stuff."

[sc0tters]

Change of Power | Kirby Dach

summary: when you got a day off you figured it was about time to bring kirby’s fantasies to life.

kinkmas: day ten (bondage)

warnings: sexual themes, p in v, bondage, swearing

word count: 2.21k

authors note: we are back with an underrated favourite in Kirby Dach! This one took me way longer than I want to admit but nevertheless it is here! if you want to see more of kinkmas you can find the playlist here!

The last couple of days had you feeling guilty with how you hadn’t had time for Kirby.

It was only because you had been busy at work leaving him at home with nothing to do besides for going to his physio sessions as he struggled around the house. But today as you had finished early you decided to bring Kirby a gift early. Cole had let it slip to you when Kirby’s injury came that Kirby wanted you to take control sometime. The American sighted that it was now ‘the perfect opportunity to do so.’

Thus bringing you to today as you stood in your closet with a velvet red robe barely covering your lingerie. Your red lips served as a contrast to your fluffy Christmas hat that sat on your head as you smiled staring at yourself in the mirror “let’s do this.” You hyped yourself up hearing the door to the apartment open up.

The smell of your favourite bath and body works candle traveled through the apartment reminding Kirby that you were home “baby?” He called out dropping his gym bag on the floor as he heard the sound of your heels clicking on the wooden floor.

You smiled as you walked out of the bedroom revealing yourself to him “what’s all this?” Kirby smiled as he motioned to your outfit as he cleared his throat.

His cast was still on his leg as he brushed his hands over your waist “this little thing?” You gave him a twirl showing him the outfit in full swing “thought I’d give you a surprise today.” You shrugged bringing your hands to cup his cheeks as you tilted his head down to kiss his lips.

The kiss was soft as Kirby melted into your touch, allowing him to get carried away in how you felt against him “any particular reason?” The hockey player wriggled his eyebrows smiling down at you.

You shook your head as you grabbed his hand “all will be revealed in the bedroom pretty boy.” Your voice was soft as you tugged him in the direction of the master room.

Kirby had to admit that he was surprised but as he watched your little ass play peekaboo with him from beneath your robe “you look real fucking cute tonight princess.” Kirby blurted out as you turned back to face him shutting your bedroom door behind you as you pushed him against the door “sweet talking won’t get you very far tonight.” You clicked your tongue with a smirk.

He swore he was dreaming by the harshness of your tone “where do you want me?” The question was innocent as Kirby’s eyes sparked with passion as you caught your lip between your teeth.

You thought about it as you tugged at the ends of his shirt “want you on the bed with your shirt off.” You gasped letting your lips hover over his before you pulled away only to be stopped as his hands wrapped around your wrists “take it off f’me.” Kirby shot back in an effort to remind you just who was truly in charge.

It seemed like he knew what you were trying to do and he thought it was cute “understand why Chanty works with you.” You grumbled revealing his toned chest and stomach. There was no secret about your dislike for the teams physio who had all too much of a fond mindset for your boyfriend “know I like you more princess.” Kirby reminded you as he pecked your lips frowning as you stepped back throwing his shirt to the side.

You let the ribbon from your robe go as you shook your head “get on the bed.” You ordered motioning to the bed feeling yourself grow a bit surprised as he listened.

The boy situated himself on the plush mattress like you had asked him to. Kirby smiled watching you dig into your bedside table as you went to find the ribbon “need you to be a good boy for me.” You mumbled pressing your knee into the mattress as it dipped down.

Kirby was like a puppet as he let you move his hands to the top of the bedpost “is this what you needed all of that ribbon for?” His laugh was short lived as you flicked his chest.

You had come home with about all of the red ribbon that the local material shop had when you started Christmas shopping at the start of December “don’t ask me questions right now Kirbs.” You warned bringing tying his hand up as you did a bow in the ribbon.

As you went to do the other arm you straddled his hips “hi pretty girl.” Kirby smiled watching you stretch over him pressing your breasts against his chest “you excited tonight?” You asked making sure that the other bow was tight enough.

He nodded as you sat back straight staring at him “you’re in charge baby.” You felt your cunt clench as you heard him speak. Your lips were plump as you pulled the hat from your head as you placed it on his “don’t you forget it.” You giggled watching him pout his lips as it made you kiss him.

You rolled your hips against his making the boy screw his eyes shut “please let me touch you.” Kirby begged letting a whimper leave his lips as he tugged at the constraints. The idea of not being able to hold you made Kirby feel sick as he wanted to do more than just kiss you.

It made you giggle again as you pulled the robe off of your body revealing your matching orange lingerie set “fuck!” Kirby groaned realising that this was a set that he had seen when he went shopping with you at Victoria Secret on your trip to California over the summer.

The boy had picked this set but you never gave him the chance to see it, until now “you’re so hard.” You mumbled palming his cock through his sweatpants “wonder why.” His voice oozed sarcasm only making your smirk widen.

You stopped your movements as you unclipped your bra letting it drop to the side of the bed as you cupped your breasts tugging at your nipples “you are gonna kill me y/n.” Kirby shook his head tugging at his constraints “but I feel so good.” You let your lips form a pout as you rolled the peaks between your fingers.

Kirby whimpered feeling your hips grind against his rubbing your panties over his boner “please fuck me.” The hockey player begged not longer feeling interested in any type of foreplay “look at the pretty weather outside.” You smiled seeing the snow fall outside of the apartment as the floor to ceiling windows gave you the perfect view.

You chewed at your lower lip as you smiled “shame we aren’t on a lower floor cause I’m sure someone who love to watch me finger myself.” You leaned forward to his ear as you nipped at his ear lobe “you fucking dare.” Kirby warned having enough of the game that you were playing.

It was cruel the way you held this so well over Kirby “you want to watch me do it instead?” Your lips popped as you shifted smiling as you drove your fingers over the visibly wet patch on your panties “y/n I will tie you up the moment you let me go if you don’t fucking behave.” Kirby warned tugging at his constraints once more as he glared at you.

Your heart pounded against your chest at the thought as you gulped “would have loved to see that happen.” You leaned forward placing your hand on his chest as you pecked his lips “but unfortunately I need to fuck you.” Your vulgar words made Kirby grunt.

It didn’t take you long to pull his cock from his boxers as you fluttered your eyelids taking in the sight “take it f’me princess.” Kirby watched as you nodded. Slowly you pumped his cock before you pushed your panties to the side letting the rub against your clit “need you.” He blurted out shuddered as you let yourself sink down on his cock.

You both stayed still letting your foreheads press against each other as you moaned beginning to move your hips against his in the shaky attempt to gain some pleasure from this “fuck you’re so big.” You cooed bringing your hips up and down as you began to fuck yourself on his cock.

Kirby used all of his strength to try to tug the ribbon off of his wrists but it was no use as the actions only ended up forming red marks on his skin “you feeling so wet.” The hockey player noticed that his lack of touch to you actually meant he was noticing other things in a much stronger way “all for you baby.” You mumbled placing your hands on his chest to steady yourself.

Your eyes began to slowly roll back as pleasure shot through your body “even when you think your in charge I still am aren’t I?” Kirby clicked his tongue taking in how you bit your lip “if you’re in charge I want you to touch me.” You knew you were playing a dangerous game as this was a virtual impossible task.

So it was safe to say that it took you by surprise when Kirby dropped his head to your chest catching your breast in his mouth “fuck Kirbs.” You moaned dropping your head back as you shook your head pushing your body even closer to his as you had thought it was an impossible task before.

His tongue swirled around your nipple before he let his teeth graze over the sensitive bud “h-hey!” You stammered clenching your cunt at the sensation “don’t act like you didn’t like it.” Kirby shot back as he smirked up into the point you forced your chest away from him.

Your hand wrapped around his neck softly squeezing as you repositioned your legs practically allowing yourself to bounce on his cock, quickening your pace. Your eyes locked on his as he watched your every movement “I’m in charge Kirby.” You mumbled as his hands went soft deciding to stop tugging at their constraints.

Kirby felt his cock throb between your legs as he pressed his head against the headboard of his bed “don’t stop.” He begged feeling your cunt clench around him “want to watch as I rub my clit?” You knew Kirby loved your sensitive little bud. The way he could get you so responsive from the mere flick of his finger had him ready to come in his pants on most days.

He nodded letting out a gasp “you’re so fucking pretty.” His eyes were glued to your cunt as you dropped your two fingers between your legs as you began strumming at your clit as though it was the strings of a guitar “you’re gonna make me come.” You groaned gripping your hand around his lower leg.

Having to watch you as your eyes screwed shut Kirby felt himself whimper “can’t wait to hold you pretty girl.” He confessed eliciting a moan from you once more “I’m close.” You announced feeling your legs begin to shake as you used all of your energy to keep yourself upright.

Kirby felt the same way as he nodded “keep fucking my cock like that.” He ordered feeling himself go as you let out a cry “s-s-shit!” You groaned beginning to writhe against his touch as your eyes rolled back into your head when the coil in your stomach snapped.

Your orgasm had you crashing down against his chest as your body shivered “princess.” Kirby’s voice was soft as he began to steady his breathing watching you almost come back into your body.

It took the remainder of your energy to look up at him as you nodded “you did so good.” He cooed pecking your lips “so fucking hot.” Kirby added as he kissed your head.

You were still on his cock making him struggle to keep in a groan “need you to untie me though.” The hockey player laughed as he could see you were in need of a warm bath with some probable cuddles heading your way.

A smile formed on your lips as you nodded sliding off of his cock as you reached over to untie his left wrist. When the ribbon fell to the bed Kirby didn’t hesitate to cup your cheek so he could kiss you properly. His tongue swiped across your lower lip before you pulled away “want a bath.” You mumbled with your eyes shut.

Kirby smiled hearing those words leave your lips “do my other arm and you’ve got yourself a deal.” He tapped your waist motioning to his other wrist.

As the secondary ribbon came down Kirby began to think about all the ways he could tie you up next time “you coming?” You asked with a giggle as you stood at door of your bathroom crossing your arms as it pushed your breasts up “yeah yeah.” Kirby nodded getting off of your bed.

For now those ideas of a later night in bed would have to wait.

[luvmelikelluvu]

Behind the Bench

Chapter Eight Crossroads

Kirby stared at the puck skating away from him, frustration tightening his chest as he watched the play slip past. He skated to the bench, catching his breath as he glanced up at the scoreboard, his pulse matching its ticking seconds. Another missed opportunity, another reminder that his focus was starting to waver. His mind drifted to Ophelia, their hidden nights, her laughter echoing in his thoughts even as his coach’s voice pulled him back to the rink.

The game ended in a loss, and Kirby couldn’t shake the feeling that he was letting himself down. He knew he should be all in, but keeping his relationship with Ophelia a secret was eating away at his concentration. At the rink, he felt his commitment splitting in two—between his team, his career, and Ophelia, the one person who made him feel like himself.

Later that night, Kirby sat in his empty apartment, staring at his phone. He wanted to text her, to feel a connection after the silence that had weighed on him all night. But he knew it wasn’t that simple; their relationship came with so much risk, so much care to keep things quiet.

Across town, Ophelia sat at her desk in her office, the soft glow of her computer screen illuminating her face. She was sorting through patient files—case studies of children struggling with neurodevelopmental disorders and cognitive delays. Her job as a neuropsychologist demanded full focus and empathy, but lately, she felt a tug, like a thread pulling her attention away. Her mind wandered to Kirby, and she couldn’t help but think about the sacrifices they were both making. Between the demands of her work and the need to keep their relationship hidden, she felt a constant tension, like she was walking a tightrope without a net.

The next day, Kirby’s struggles became more apparent. During practice, he was slower, more hesitant, his mind clearly elsewhere. His teammates noticed, and his coach pulled him aside after a missed shot.

“Look, Kirby,” coach Bennett began, his tone firm but not unkind. “I don’t know what’s going on, but you’re off your game. Whatever it is, handle it. We need you here, one hundred percent.”

Kirby nodded, swallowing hard. He knew he had to refocus, to find a way to balance everything. But he couldn’t shake the image of Ophelia, the quiet café where they’d stolen a few hours together, and the feeling of peace he only ever found with her.

Later that night, as Kirby sat next to Ophelia, the weight of their shared secrecy felt heavier than ever. Ophelia could see it in the tension in Kirby’s shoulders, in the way he tapped his fingers on the couch.

“You look tired,” she murmured, reaching for his hand.

Kirby let out a small sigh, squeezing her hand in return. “I just—sometimes it feels like I can’t keep up. Like I’m dropping everything trying to keep this together.”

Ophelia felt her own heart tighten. She knew the risks of their relationship went beyond just their reputations; their careers were at stake, their futures. And yet, sitting here with him, she couldn’t imagine letting him go.

“Maybe we just need a better plan,” she suggested gently. “Some way to keep this… balanced.”

He looked at her, his eyes softening. “You’re worth it,” he said quietly. “No matter how hard this gets, I want to figure it out. With you.”

Ophelia nodded, her resolve strengthening as she held his gaze. They both had careers to protect, lives to build. But for the first time, she felt like they might just be able to find a way through the maze they’d created—together.

[turcott3]

main thing

kirby dach x fem! reader

warnings?: mild smut at the beginning, disgustingly tooth rottingly sweet fluff and cursing (i wrote this for myself and my delusions tbh)

~all i wanna do is spend my time with you, even when the learnings done and nothings new~

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“oh fuck.” you moan out. you could feel his bright blue eyes piercing your body as your eyes squeezed shut, an orgasm quickly approaching.

“so so good for me baby.” he coos as you collapse over his chest, feeling weak and shaky as your orgasm jolts through your body, hips stuttering as he coated your walls with his own high. you laid on his chest as you both breathed heavily.

“i love you so fucking much.” you say between breaths, pressing a sweet kiss to his jaw.

“i love you more.” he replies, delicately wrapping his arms around your weak body. you laid there for a moment inhaling his sweet scent with your eyes shut.

“baby, you gotta get up.” he giggles brushing your hair out of your face as you sat up slowly. you get up off of him, collecting his discarded shirt and pulling it on over your freshly-fucked body. it was moments like these that you felt the most beautiful. you learned very quickly that post sex glow is very real if you're with the right person.

you slid on your underwear and pulled the lazy brunette out of bed, forcing him to put sweatpants on and tugging him into the kitchen.

"y/n it's 11 pm."

"and i want a bowl of cereal with my boyfriend? i dont see the issue." you giggle as you pull the bowls out of the cabinet.

"fair." he replies emerging from the pantry with the box. this was your average night. you always see couples going out together and partying, which was fun in the beginning but you both quickly learned that both of you preferred staying home with each other. you were home bodies.

“hey baby.” he muffled with his mouth full.

“yeah.” you replied after you swallowed.

“you need your back rubs tonight? you didn’t get em last night.” he says finishing his bite.

“oh, you don’t have to it’s okay.” you reply, heart melting at the gesture. when you were younger, you dislodged a disk in your back during your solo. it had bothered you ever since. occasionally causing you intense pain and somehow, every show week you had he remembered. he’s spent the whole season out with and injury which was both a blessing and a curse. you loved that he was always at your beck and call but it broke your heart knowing that he had to miss an entire season of the one thing he’s most passionate about.

“you don’t seem relaxed, you seem stiff.” he replies which was the truth but most times it felt ,to you, like a burden on him.

“kirbs, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” you reply running your finger through his soft curls.

“no i do want to. i want to make sure you sleep so good tonight. you have a big show coming up baby. i can’t wait to see you look so fucking beautiful on that stage.” he smiles, kissing your cheek sweetly.

“okay.” you smile at the gesture, putting the bowls into the sink. you laid flat on your mattress, pulling the shirt up to your shoulders as his warm hands worked out the tightness of your muscles. you sighed as the pressure was lifted from your back and into thin air. you frowned as his hands left your back for the last time.

“feel better pretty girl?” he says lowly close to your ear and you hum in approval as he presses a soft kiss to your back. a ritual the two of you shared, kissing your “ouchies” better.

it could be all in your head, but it felt like the pressure of his kiss always solved your pain. physical, or emotional.

“thank you baby.” you smile sitting up as a relief washed over your body.

“of course.” he smiles back, kissing you sweetly on the lips. only a smile and a giggle breaking it apart.

“you ready for bed sleepy girl, you got a big rehearsal tomorrow.” he says as you tuck yourself into bed.

“oh definitely.” you yawn out as he joins you in bed. you roll over facing the boy who was already admiring you.

“sorry for staring.” he giggles.

“oh never apologize for that, i’m just as guilty.” you giggle as he pulls you to his chest snuggly.

“you’re just so gorgeous, my beautiful baby.” he whispers into your hair.

“stop.” you giggle turning red.

“what? am i not about to gloat about how lucky i am to be with someone as beautiful and talented and sweet and,”

“kirby.” you say sternly leaning up to his cheesy smile.

“what?” he giggles.

“not too much, you know me and compliments.”

“baby i already told you, you just need to say thank you, you do not have to compliment me back. just let me admire my gorgeous girlfriend.” he replies kissing you on the forehead as he speaks.

“thank you.” you smile.

“of course, you deserve it all baby,” he says placing his chin on the top of your head.

“goodnight my love.” he whispers

“goodnight handsome.” you giggle, pressing a short, sweet kiss to his lips.

the pet names practically made you sick to your stomach with sweetness but with time you grew to love them. you felt so lucky to have been chosen by a man like him. so effortlessly loving and generous.

“i love you.” he whispers, reaching to pull the lamp chain.

“i love you.” you reply as your eyes grow heavy at the sound of his heart thumping calmly in his chest.

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