#kirby dach x you

[blakeswritingimagines]

You Look So Cute Down There (Kinktober)

Word Count: 2.9k

It was a lazy afternoon, and Kirby Dach and you were lounging on the couch in your small apartment. Kirby, a tall and muscular hockey player, lazily wrapped his arm around your petite frame, and you snuggled against him contentedly. As he absentmindedly traced circles over your shoulder, his fingers began to drift lower, tracing the curves of your body. The touch was innocent enough, but there was something about the way his hands moved and covered nearly your entire stomach that stirred a heat in the pit of your stomach. As Kirby's hands continued to roam across your body, tracing the curves of your frame, you couldn't help but feel a stirring heat building within you. You snuggled closer to him, your body molding against his muscular form. Kirby seemed lost in thought, his eyes fixed on the television in front of you, but his hands betrayed his thoughts. They continued to move lower, exploring the expanse of your stomach with a possessiveness that sent a shiver down your spine.

Kirby's large hand slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, his calloused fingertips grazing the sensitive skin of your lower abdomen. A soft gasp escaped your lips as he explored this new territory, his touch sending sparks of electricity through your body. He looked down at you, his blue eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and desire. "You're so tiny," he murmured, his voice low and husky. His other hand cupped your face, tilting it up towards him as if seeking permission for what he wanted to do next. You tilted your head up to meet Kirby's gaze, your heart thudding loudly in your chest. The way he looked at you, his eyes darkening with desire, sent butterflies fluttering through your stomach. You felt so small and fragile compared to him, his large hand resting possessively on your bare stomach, sending little sparks of pleasure through your body. A small, involuntary gasp escaped your lips at his touch, and you found yourself leaning into him, silently begging for more. "And you're so big," you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper. Kirby's thumb brushed over your bottom lip, a smirk playing on his mouth as he took in your reaction to his touch. "I know I'm bigger than you, sweetheart," he said, his deep voice dripping with a confidence born from years of physical dominance on the ice. His hand slid further under your shirt, fingers splaying wide as they explored the dip of your waist before drifting higher, skimming the underside of your breasts. "But don't worry, I'll take care of you." His words were a promise, a vow to protect and cherish every inch of your delicate form.

Your heart thundered in your chest as Kirby's touch skimmed over your skin, his fingers leaving a trail of fire in their wake. You shivered at the huskiness of his voice, the promise in his words sending a thrill through your body. "I know you will," you murmured, your own voice a breathless whisper. You arched under his touch, craving more of his possessive, gentle touch. The feeling of being completely enveloped by his body and his promises of protection and desire was overwhelming, and you found yourself submitting to him completely and easily. Kirby's hand slid fully under your shirt now, his palm coming to rest just below your breast. He could feel the rapid beat of your heart, the quick rise and fall of your chest as your breathing grew shallow. With a gentleness that belied his size, he cupped the soft mound, his thumb brushing over the peak until it hardened under his touch. "You're so responsive," he murmured appreciatively, his hot breath ghosting over your ear. "I love how you react to me." His other hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head back to expose the column of your throat. He leaned down, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the smooth skin, his tongue darting out to taste you. The feel of Kirby's hand on your breast, coupled with his hot breath against your ear and the gentle caress of his tongue on your neck, had you swooning against him. His possessive touches and tender words of appreciation only served to ignite the fire within you, making you crave more of him. "Only for you," you gasped, arching your neck to give him better access. You tangled your fingers in the fabric of the couch cushions, holding on for dear life as Kirby's touch and kisses threatened to consume you.

Kirby's lips trailed down the side of your neck, his teeth nipping lightly at the sensitive skin. "Mmm, you taste even sweeter than I imagined," he growled, his voice rough with desire. His hand left your breast to slide up your ribcage, his fingers dipping beneath the strap of your bra to toy with the delicate lace. "Let me see all of you, please," he urged, his breath hot against your skin as he spoke. With a swift motion, he tugged your shirt up and off, exposing your torso to his hungry gaze. His eyes roamed over your exposed flesh, taking in the sight of your pert nipples, already puckered and begging for his touch. "So cute." Your skin tingled and burned wherever Kirby's lips, teeth, and fingers touched, a wave of heat spreading through you. The way he said please, his voice thick with desire, made you eager to comply. You lifted your arms to let him remove your shirt, feeling a shiver of anticipation as his eyes roamed over your now-exposed flesh. At his compliment, you couldn't help but let out a small, breathless laugh. "Only you would call them cute," you murmured. Kirby chuckled, the sound rumbling in his chest as he reached behind you to unclasp your bra. "Well, they are," he insisted, his thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks as the lacy garment fell away. He palmed your breasts, his large hands engulfing the small mounds. "Perfect for my mouth," he added, leaning down to capture one nipple between his lips. He suckled gently, his tongue swirling around the bud as his hand kneaded the other breast. The dual sensations of his mouth and fingers working in tandem had you squirming against him, a needy whimper escaping your lips.

Your back arched and you let out a soft moan as Kirby's mouth and fingers worked their magic on your sensitive flesh. His touch was simultaneously gentle and possessive, and you found yourself completely lost in the pleasure he was bringing you. "Kirby," you gasped, your fingers tangling in his hair. "Please…more." Kirby released your nipple with a pop, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he gazed up at you. "As you wish, baby girl," he rumbled, his voice thick with lust. He captured your mouth in a burning kiss, his tongue delving deep to claim every inch of your sweetness. One hand never left your breast, continuing to knead and massage at the sensitive flesh while the other roamed lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your pants. His fingers found the damp heat of your core, teasing through the thin fabric of your panties. "So wet for me already," he groaned against your lips, his fingers circling your clit with deliberate slowness. You moaned into Kirby's kiss, your hips bucking involuntarily as his fingers teased your most intimate area. The sensation of his warm hand on your sex, combined with the press of his hard length against your thigh, had you trembling with need. "I can't help it," you panted when he broke the kiss, your voice breathy and wanting. "You make me feel things I've never felt before." Your hands fisted in his hair, pulling him back for another searing kiss as you ground your hips against his touch, desperate for more friction.

Kirby groaned into the kiss, his hips rocking forward to grind his aching erection against your hip. He loved how responsive you were, and how eagerly you met each of his touches. Breaking the kiss, he sat back slightly to quickly divest you of your remaining clothing, tossing the garments aside carelessly. His heated gaze raked over your naked form, drinking in the sight of your exposed skin and peaked nipples. "Fuck, look at you," he rasped, his hands sliding reverently over your curves. "So beautiful, all spread out for me." He settled between your thighs, nudging them apart to make room to rest over his broad shoulders. Ducking his head, he pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your clothed sex, his tongue tracing the seam of your folds through the damp fabric. A sharp gasp tore from your throat at the first swipe of Kirby's tongue over your covered sex, your hips jerking up involuntarily. The heat of his mouth, even through the barrier of your panties, was almost too much to bear. "Oh god," you whimpered, your fingers tightening in his hair. "Please, Kirby…" You weren't even sure what you were pleading for, only that you needed more of his touch, more of this incredible feeling. Your legs trembled where they rested over his shoulders, and you could feel your arousal soaking through the flimsy material of your underwear.

Kirby's hands slipped beneath your rear, gripping the firm globes as he pulled you harder against his face. With a deft tug, he ripped your panties aside, baring your slick, swollen sex to his eager mouth. His tongue delved in without hesitation, lapping at your essence with long, sweeping strokes. He focused on your clit, flicking the sensitive bud rapidly as he sucked the delicate flesh into his mouth. One hand slid between your thighs, two thick fingers plunging deep into your tight channel. He pumped them in and out, curling to stroke that spot inside that made your vision blur and your mind go blank with pleasure. "That's it, baby," he growled against your sex, his voice vibrating through you. "Come for me, show me how much you need your big strong man to help you come." Your body bowed off the couch, a keening wail tearing from your throat as Kirby's skilled mouth and fingers worked you into a frenzy. The dual sensations of his tongue lashing at your clit and his fingers pumping in and out of your dripping core pushed you closer and closer to the edge. "Yes, yes, oh fuck yes!" you chanted, your hips bucking wildly against his face. The pressure coiling in your belly finally snapped, sending you hurtling over the precipice into blissful release. Waves of intense pleasure crashed over you, your inner walls clenching rhythmically around Kirby's thrusting fingers as your orgasm rocked through you. You collapsed back onto the couch, panting and trembling, your sex still pulsing with aftershocks. "Kirby," you managed to gasp out, your voice weak but filled with awe.

Kirby gentled his ministrations as you came undone, his tongue slowing its frantic pace and his fingers ceasing their thrusts. He lapped lazily at your quivering sex, savoring the taste of your release. As the last tremors subsided, he kissed his way up your body, pausing to lavish attention on your breasts before capturing your mouth in a deep, satisfying kiss. "Look at you," he murmured against your lips, a smug pride in his tone. "So gorgeous when you're coming apart for me." He shifted, positioning himself between your thighs once more. This time, however, he guided the thick head of his cock to your entrance, rubbing it teasingly along your slit. "Ready for round two, baby girl?" Still floating in the aftermath of your intense climax, you blinked up at Kirby dazedly, a lazy smile curving your kiss-swollen lips. "Mmmm, always ready for you," you purred, wrapping your legs around his hips to pull him closer. The feeling of his hard length pressing insistently against your sensitive folds sent a fresh surge of arousal through you, stoking the embers of your desire back into a raging inferno. You rolled your hips, trying to urge him inside, craving the stretch and fullness only he could provide. "Please, Kirby," you breathed, your nails dragging lightly down his back. Kirby's control snapped at your plea, and with a low grunt, he surged forward, burying himself to the hilt in your welcoming heat. Your slick passage enveloped him like a velvet vice, squeezing and rippling around his throbbing length.

He paused for a moment, savoring the exquisite sensation, before setting a relentless pace. His hips snapped forward, driving into you with powerful thrusts that bottomed out again and again. The couch creaked in protest, but Kirby barely noticed, his focus entirely on the primal pleasure of claiming you so thoroughly. Leaning down, he nipped at your neck, marking you as his own as he pistoned in and out of your clinging sex. "Fuck, you take me so well," he growled, his breath hot against your skin before he groaned as he notice he could see his cock fucking into you. "Such a perfect little cunt for my cock." Your back arched off the cushions, a high-pitched mewl escaping your throat as Kirby's thick cock split you open, stretching you deliciously wide. Each brutal thrust hit that sweet spot deep inside, sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through your veins. "Yes, yes, just like that!" you cried out, your hands scrabbling for purchase on his toned back. The lewd squelch of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, punctuated by Kirby's grunts and your own wanton moans. When he bit down on your neck, marking you as his, a thrill of possession shot straight to your core, making you clench greedily around his invading length. "Harder, please! Fuck me harder!" you begged, your hips rising to meet his punishing drives. Kirby's grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh as he picked up the pace, slamming into you with reckless abandon. The force of his thrusts rattled the coffee table, and you could hear the wet slap of skin-on-skin echoing through the room. He angled his hips, ensuring his cock rubbed against that magic spot inside you with every plunge, determined to wring every ounce of pleasure from your quivering body. "Take it, baby," he snarled, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Take my cock like the dirty slut you are." As if spurred on by his words, your inner muscles began to flutter and clench around him, signaling your impending climax. Kirby felt the change in you and redoubled his efforts, fucking into you with savage intensity. "That's it, cum on my dick,"

Your entire world narrowed to the searing friction of Kirby's cock pounding into you, the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure pushing you ever closer to the brink. The filthy words spilling from his lips only fueled the fire burning within you, your shameless desire for more of his dominant touch growing with each passing second. "I'm so close, Kirby!" you wailed, your voice raw and desperate. "Don't stop, please don't stop!" The coil of tension in your core wound tighter and tighter until, with a scream torn from your very soul, you shattered. Your pussy spasmed wildly around Kirby's thrusting cock, milking him for all he was worth as wave after wave of euphoria crashed over you. Kirby roared as your cunt clamped down on him like a vice, the rhythmic contractions of your orgasm triggering his own. With a final, brutal slam of his hips, he buried himself to the root and exploded, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself deep inside you. He ground against you, prolonging both your shared pleasure and the intimate connection until the last tremors faded. Panting heavily, Kirby collapsed onto you, his weight a comforting press against your spent form. "Fucking hell, baby," he muttered, his voice husky with satisfaction. "You're amazing." He peppered your face with tender kisses, gradually soothing the marks left by his earlier passion. As he lifted his head to gaze at you, a soft, genuine smile curved his lips. "I love watching you fall apart for me."

Your limbs were heavy and unresponsive, your mind adrift in a sea of post-coital bliss. The warmth of Kirby's body pressed against yours, his gentle kisses brushing away the lingering sting of his bite, was a balm to your overstimulated senses. "Love you too, Kirb," you murmured, your voice barely audible above the rapid thump-thump of your heartbeat echoing in your ears. A languid contentment settled over you, replacing the frenzied need that had consumed you mere moments ago. Despite the mess you were in, despite the disarray of the room around you, there was an undeniable peace in this quiet intimacy. And so you lay there, wrapped up in each other, lost in the sweetness of the moment. Kirby's arms tightened around you, holding you close as he rested his cheek atop your head. "We should probably clean up and get some rest," he said, though there was no real urgency in his tone. "But I'm not moving until you do." He nuzzled into your hair, inhaling the scent of sex and sweat that clung to you both. "I like you like this - all soft and pliant after I've wrecked you." A chuckle rumbled in his chest, warm and rich. "Though I suppose we can't stay here forever. We have a game tomorrow, remember?" He pulled back slightly to look at you, his expression a mix of affection and playful reprimand. "Better get your energy up for cheering me on, sweetheart."

[prettytoxicrevolver]

2 (dialogue prompt) with Kirby Dach

The jump from summer to winter always took you by shock ever since moving to Montreal when your boyfriend got traded to the Canadiens. 

You swore one day you were good in your biker shorts and big t-shirts and then the next second you’re freezing your butt off in a pair of leggings and a long sleeve. It was cruel, really. 

Kirby had noticed this from the jump, your refusal to wear a jacket or bring a sweatshirt because you always claimed you were too lazy to carry it around whenever you got hot and that they always ruined your outfits anyway. He had instinctually started wearing jackets and sweaters in case you got too cold. 

The two of you were taking a stroll around downtown Montreal, popping in and out of shops with coffee clutched tight in both your hands, bodies huddled near each other as you walked. The breeze had picked up and the cold wind was slicing through you like frozen icicles pricking your skin. 

“Do you want my jacket?” Kirby asks when you step back into the cold weather and a shiver makes its way down your back. 

“I’m okay,” you promise, shaking your head with a small smile on your lips. 

“Baby you’re shivering,” Kirby frowns at your ice cold state and your face falls as well. 

Without another word, Kirby pulls his jacket off, revealing a thick sweatshirt underneath and you look up at him with accusing eyes. 

“You never bring a jacket,” he says, shrugging his shoulders and wrapping the warm cloth around you. 

You instantly slip your arms into the jacket, zipping it up to your chin and snuggling deep in the warmth and soft scent that makes up your boyfriend. 

“Let’s get home before you freeze to death, yeah?”

You nod and Kirby wraps an arm around your shoulder, holding you close as you head back to your shared apartment.

[mrshischier]

THE KIRBY CONTENT I’M NEEDED <3

New look- K. Dach

Kirby Dach x fem! Reader

In which Kirby comes home sporting a new look and you can’t keep your hands to yourself!

Warnings?: SMUT, road head (unsafe but this is fictional!), reader takes off seatbelt (I do not support if you are in a REAL car), oral m receiving, kissing, cursing, hair pulling, sorry if I missed any errors!

You hadn’t thought twice when Kirby gave you a kiss and said he was going for a haircut, you kissed him back and reminded him to be home in time for your dinner reservations.

An hour and a half later you were seated at your vanity when you heard the door open and arms soon wrap around you while Kirby’s head tucked into your neck.

You could feel the tickle of his scruff the trimmed hair leaving a delicious tingle behind as you pulled away to greet him properly.

“Hi bab-your hair, what did you do to it?” You cut yourself off noticing the usually styled and slicked back locks were loosely placed on his forehead and relaxed.

“I trimmed it but he was out of the gel I like so I just said I’d style it at home.” He shrugged.

“Don’t” you rushed out, cheeks heating as he looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Why?” He smirked.

“I-I like it, looks good like that.” You blushed even darker from being put on the spot.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm”

With a shrug and a nod of his head Kirby pulled away placing a kiss to your head before he disappeared into the walk in closet thoughts running through his mind.

You however sat there with a dull throb beginning between your legs, if there was one thing you loved on Kirby it was his messy hair. Something about the way it looked after your fingers were tangled in it all night or how it fell perfectly on lazy days at home when he used no product.

You knew keeping your hands to yourself tonight would be a struggle especially since Kirby always requested a private booth at the restaurant where no prying eyes could be on the two of you.

Soon the both of you were dressed and heading out the door, Kirby’s dark green sweatshirt hugging his toned arms just right.

He made sure to walk behind you on the way to the elevator to grab a sight at the way your ass looked in your skirt, the tight material hugging it in just the right spots.

He couldn’t help himself from slapping the curve of your ass as he opened the door of his G-wagon for you.

“Kirby!” You scolded but the smile on your face showed you didn’t really mind.

“Sorry baby, couldn’t help myself.” He teased before shutting your door and rounding the car to get in on his own side.

The feeling was mutual it took everything in your body not to lock him in the bedroom and say fuck the reservations when he walked out of the closet in that damn sweater, his expensive cologne filling your senses, the watch you bought him for his birthday sitting pretty on his wrist.

You both behaved on the way to the restaurant light conversation filling the car as he told you about all the prep the team had planned before their long road trip coming up.

Once you two got into the restaurant the host was quick to guide you to your usual booth in the far back of the restaurant away from the normal restaurant.

Kirby slid in first and you quickly followed both of you looking over the menu despite already having a good idea of what you wanted.

It was kinda cheesy to some people that you two went to the same restaurant for date nights a lot but it had became a part of your routine and when the foods that good, nothing beats it.

“So Rob thinks I need to dye my beard.” He spoke up.

“Why?” You questioned confused as to why his Barber would suggest that.

“When he was trimming my beard he said the parts around my mouth are lighter than the rest, like they’d been bleached or something.” He smirked.

“Oh my god.” You were positive you were as red as a fire truck, humiliation, embarrassment, but also amusement flowing through your bones.

“He didn’t ask why did he?” You cringed.

“No and I acted clueless, didn’t really wanna tell the guy it’s from eating my girlfriend out a lot.” He laughed.

Your hands flew to cover your face as a soft laugh fell from you as well, “That’s awful Kirby.”

“Hey at least he didn’t know what it was from.” He shrugged.

You looked up at him to find him already staring at your with a look of pure amusement, however the curls on his forehead once again caught your attention.

His polished but messy hair look really doing numbers for you, and that familiar throb was back between your thighs.

“What?” He asked, his own cheeks turning red from your heated stare.

“Nothing, just admiring how handsome you are.” You smiled leaning up to kiss his jaw softly before returning to your menu.

-

The rest of dinner went teasingly well, Kirby’s hand lingering high on your thigh his thick fingers occasionally slipping under the material of your skirt earning him soft gasps here and there.

But you didn’t let his actions go without consequences as your own hand rested on his thigh, manicured nails scratching against the inside of his denim covered thighs.

Needless to say by the time you two were standing to make it to the car you were praying you didn’t have a wet spot on your skirt and Kirby’s was adjusting his jeans the best he could to hide his bulge.

However your games didn’t end in the car your hand quickly resumed its spot on his thigh however this time it rested right below where he needed you most.

Kirby could feel his breathing hitch every time one of your nails inched a tiny bit higher doing his absolute best not to thrust up into your touch.

“Baby?” He spoke up.

“Yeah?”

“I need you to move your hand or I’m gonna cum before we even make it home.” He panted.

You looked over at him heat flowing taking over your body at the sight of his flushed face, hands gripping the steering wheel so tight they were white.

Taking false pity on the man you moved your hand down just a bit using the other to unbuckle your seat belt.

“What are you doing?” He questioned.

“Just stay still and pay attention to the road Kirby” you instructed.

You noticed you were about ten minutes from home and that’s exactly what you needed to get what you wanted from him.

Reaching over you unbuttoned his jeans before pulling down the zipper, Kirby lifted his hips out of instinct to help get the material down enough for his cock to spring free.

“Oh fuck” he gasped feeling your cold hand wrap around the base of his cock before you stoked him slowly.

Kirby thought he was going to explode at the feeling of your lips leaving wet open mouthed kisses on the tip of his cock venturing as far down as you could before you returned to the tip.

This time your tongue poked out to slowly circle the tip, moving deliberately slow earning a deep sigh from the man above you.

He drops one of his hands from the steering wheel to tangle in your styled hair and when he pulls on the roots just enough to tell you to knock your shit off your mouth swallows him.

Your movements are hungry and desperate, your hand still wrapped around his cock moving in sync with your mouth squeezing the base just the way he likes.

Kirby was doing his best to keep his eyes open and focus on the road ahead, his chest heaving in and out as his soft grunts of pleasure filled the car.

Thank god for tinted Windows the Canadian thought.

“Fuck baby, getting close” he panted.

He laughed softly as you gave him a thumbs up but it was quickly cut off when he felt your lips back on the head of his cock.

His sounds grow louder as your mouth drops back down, wet mouth moving with hunger as your hand follows right behind with a tight hold.

Kirby doesn’t mean to but he pulls your hair hard enough to guide a moan out of your throat and the simple vibration of your throat is what sends the man over the edge.

“I’m coming.” He chokes out in a warning.

He groans loudly from the pleasure flooding his body his body heaving as you continue to stroke him through his high, only coming back up once you know he’s done coming.

And right as you sit back in your seat he’s pulling into his reserved spot in the parking garage.

“What in the hell was that?” He smiled over at you with a look of shock.

“Couldn’t help myself, you looked too good over there.” You smirked.

He shook his head before moving to tuck himself back into his jeans, getting out of the car he moved to your side and opened the door for you.

Pushing you against the cold doors he dipped his head down he made sure he was eye to eye before speaking up.

“You get a head start, I want you in nothing but your bra and panties when I get up there.” He instructed handing you the keys to the apartment before stepping back.

He laid a swat to your ass and with that you were off and running for the elevator.

Needless to say neither of you got much sleep that night and neither did the neighbors next door.

-

[drysdalesworld]

i loved what you wrote about the boys with super energetic kids but what about them with kids who are the complete opposite? like a very shy, quiet kid

them with a shy, quiet child

i was planning on doing this anyway but i love that you asked for it bc i wasn’t too sure if anyone else wanted that as well. hope you enjoy! <3

the boys with a shy & quiet kid (+ x fem!reader)

the boys with a shy, quiet daughter:

JACK HUGHES

— is so patient & gentle with her it’s crazy

— ^ like he’s so careful with his words when speaking to her & always makes sure that she’s comfortable

— speaks for her when she’s too shy to speak. like when the three of you are out at a restaurant & she’s too shy to tell the waiter what she wants, he’ll do it for her & always makes sure to ask her exactly what she wants beforehand so there’s no mistakes when ordering

— holds her hand when she gets anxious & squeezes it a couple of times to make sure she knows that he’s there for her

— she much prefers you over jack due to how calmer you are as a person but he doesn’t mind at all. if anything, he’s glad that she’s able to find solace in the reader as he can only imagine how hard it is to be shy & quiet as a child

— he genuinely tries to be more calmer & quiet in her presence. it’s a work in progress

— jack often finds himself going to quinn for advice on how to do better with his daughters shy & quietness. he only wants to do good by his daughter & it shows in his actions

— encourages her to speak her truth & speak up for herself when needed. he knows that it’s a hard thing to do but he encourages it by practicing & setting an example with reader as they both openly communicate how they feel to each other

— encourages her to speak her truth & speak up for herself when needed. he knows that it’s a hard thing to do but he encourages it by practicing & setting an example with reader as they both openly communicate how they feel to each other

— will literally wear a princess dress to the movies if a new disney movie comes out & she decides it’s her new favorite princess & wants to dress up. he has no shame

— during the summers, he makes sure to lather her in sunscreen. he’s deathly afraid of her burning so he goes the extra mile

— ^ tries to convince her to go wake boarding with him but she always says no. until a couple of weeks into the summer months, she finally agrees & has a blast as jack holds her tightly & does all these cool spins & tricks on the board

— he 100% always joins the readers & their daughters nap times when he gets back home from morning skate. the sight of the two of you wrapped up & cuddled around each other is so cute & makes his heart melt

— jack makes sure to give her a puck before every home game & blows her a kiss before skating off. he also makes sure to dedicate his second goal to her, his first dedicated to you always

KIRBY DACH

— she’s so small in comparison to kirby it’s insane

— he always holds her close wherever they go together. since you both live in montréal, & it’s cold, he always bundles her up so it’s quite funny to see him carrying just a ball of wrapped baby

— kirby’s so much more gentler & quieter with her. he can definitely tell when she’s having a more quiet day & is the best in making her comfortable

— 100% tries to help with her shyness by signing her up in sports or other activities to try to get her out of her shell

— ^ you once suggested summer camp & kirby was super hesitant about it but she ended up loving it so much that she couldn’t wait for the next summer. kirby lowkey felt sad at that bc all he wants to do is spend time with his baby girl & her going off nearly every summer for however many weeks just goes to show how much she’s growing

— whenever she gets nervous or eerily quiet, he holds out his hand for her & just dance around with her. it never fails to put a smile on her face & always gets her out of her funk

— kirby made her a bracelet when she was younger & she wore the shit out of it. it’s now just string but she always played with it whenever she got nervous or approached a new person at school in hopes of being their friend. she still carries it around with her for comfort

— is so supportive in whatever she does

— ^ she wants to play pickleball instead of hockey? he’s already checking out all the gear she’ll need. decides last minute to wear a princess dress instead of her school uniform? he’s asking her which dress she wants. she wants to try to make a friend by herself at the park? he’s sitting back & observing w/ a smile on his face

— kirby’s very big on communication so he always makes sure to check in on her & her feelings. it’s gotten to the point where she’ll just tell you how she feels instead of reader or kirby having to ask

— is also the type of dad to have matching costumes with his daughter

— ^ one year they went as (pink) kirby & princess daisy. it was so fucking cute. it’s one of your lock screens in your phone hehe

— is the one to wake her up in the morning & ease any anxiety she has about school or making new friends

— ^ he’ll brush back the hair from her face & softly speak to her as she voices her concerns & he’s so good at proving that she has nothing to be afraid of. he also makes sure that she’s confident in whatever she wears so kirby allows her to choose her outfits (she’s a little fashionista fr)

NICO HISCHIER

— mans will be the gentlest giant with her

— ^ cuddles 24/7 & nothing but affirmations from this man

— he can understand how hard it is to be so shy & quiet so he always tries his best to make little goals with his daughter in hopes of breaking her out of her shell

— ^ he’ll ask her what she wants to achieve that day on their way to school. it can be anything ranging from making a flower crown to asking someone to play with her during playtime. he’s always so proud of her when she runs up to him after school with the biggest smile on her face, telling him what she achieved that day

— nico’s heart always warms whenever he sees reader & their daughter together. she’s a lot like you & he’s so proud & thankful that he’s been blessed with this kind of life

— encourages her to go to practices with him whenever she’s allowed to

— is def the dad to be up on the stage with his daughter during her ballerina recital

— takes her to new places for exposure & although it’s nerve racking for the both of them, it’s something that neither of them will forget bc of the fun memories

— she does eventually “grow out” of being quiet & shy. she’s got a lot more tools to work with when she’s anxious or feeling shy & nico is always there to help her whenever she needs it

— plays with her hair when he sees that she’s going back into her shell

— ^ he allows her to do so most days but he knows the importance of building up your confidence when young & making friends so he plays with her hair for a bit while he talks to her to bring back up her mood. it usually works

— 100% the one to talk to her about her anxieties & make her feel better about them after

— nico tries everything to get her more out of her shell. he puts her into sports he thinks she’ll enjoy. makes sure she goes to her classmates birthday parties. all that stuff with different goals in mind so even if she doesn’t make a new friend, she’ll still have something to be proud of herself for

TREVOR ZEGRAS

— tbh, he has no clue what to do lol

— he’s learned a great amount of patience with his daughter

— he def tries to understand why she’s so quiet & shy. this leads him to reading about it more & seeking out answers on what he could do to accommodate her more

— trev 100% had to go to jamie for help since they’re both alike in personality. he’s such a big help

— will do anything to protect her & make sure she’s comfortable

— ^ whether that be in his arms or by herself, he’s ready to do whatever

— practices speaking up for herself. trevor will be so much more talkative about how he feels & what he’s doing throughout the day w/ her that she’ll eventually pick up on it & do it herself

— ^ if she’s not confident enough to verbalize it, she’ll write it & sometimes he & her go back & forth with letters. reader got the whole family a notebook so they all can communicate through that if verbalizing it is too hard

— mans literally shed a tear when she made her first friend

— the entire ducks team adore her

— let’s her take the reins in some things. it gives her the confidence to do things for herself & he can see the change in her behavior when she has more control over certain choices

— if she’s feeling shy or anxious, trevor will suggest they play hide ‘n seek or another game to get her mind off things or to simply just make her laugh & have a good time

— always on high energy when he wakes her up & sometimes she bounces off him with it but most often, she doesn’t so he has to check himself a lot & be a lot more calmer around her in the morning

the boys with a shy, quiet son:

JAMIE DRYSDALE

— is so happy to have a kid just like him. he literally looks just like jamie & acts like him it’s kind of eerie

— before jamie leaves for morning skate, he always presses a kiss to the crown of his sons forehead, whispering a promise of coming back & waking him up for breakfast

— ^ jamie takes great pleasure in waking up your son every morning after he returns from morning skate. he just looks so cute with his dark hair all sprawled about, still wiping the sleep from his eyes as he reaches out for his dad. jamie always chuckled to himself as he takes his son into his arms & rubs his back soothingly, making his way out to the kitchen where you are

— you & jamie are one of the only people your son plays with so it’s always a hassle to try to encourage him to play with other children his age

— ^ the one time it works is when jamie took him to the park & started talking to one of the other dads there. his son saw him talking to someone new so he decided that if his dad can do it, then so can he. he made two friends that day & they regularly go on play dates

— you always encourage both jamie & your son to be more friendly & talkative as you know it would most likely help them break out of their shells a little bit

— he put your son into hockey in hopes of him coming out of his shell a little bit & it def worked. jamie sometimes has to drag your son off of the ice bc he doesn’t want to leave just yet

— he’s really only friendly to certain people like trevor or mason since he’s known them since he could remember. it’s just other people he’s super hesitant about but both him & jamie are working on it together!

— loves loves holding him & taking him everywhere

— he always talks to him too about whatever & his son usually responds talking about something random. it’s how he developed his rambling habit whenever he meets new kids lol

— when he got traded, jamie was really nervous to see how your son reacted to the change since it was so sudden & abrupt. but he surprisingly took it really well. he even said hi to some of the other players after the game, head buried into readers collarbone as he waved to those walking passed him

— ^ the flyers def love your son & always include him on their “barking”. once he gets comfortable enough, he just kind of screams instead of barking but the whole team just eats it up & loves it, cheering him on

LUKE HUGHES

— he & his son are one in the same

— ^ they have the same facial expressions for everything & it’s too funny when they overhear someone saying some random shit & make the exact same face

— your son may be shy & quiet but he’s also calm & mellow. he speaks through his eyes & facial expressions

— ^ has a rbf & is not afraid to use it (especially if someone’s bothering him or you lol)

— reader 100% believes that her son is an old soul & is just done with living. like little dude barely tries to make friends (granted he is shy & it’s a little difficult for him) & just doesn’t have much to say & when he does, he has you reevaluating your life after a conversation

— lukes fav thing to do with his son is put a shit ton of blankets on the couch, make a fort, & watch his favorite movies while snacking on mac n cheese & homemade cookies. they do it nearly every night luke’s home

— he’s super gentle & patient with him as he tries to navigate his shyness. luke encourages him to make friends but doesn’t pressure him at all & also puts him into sports in hopes that he makes them naturally through that

— ^ & it does work! he’s made so many friends through hockey, soccer, baseball, etc.. although he is still quite shy & quiet during his games, which he is actively working on

— whispers to him when he’s overwhelmed & rubs his back in comfort as his son crawls into his arms

— puts him to bed & reads him bedtime stories

— at the lake house, luke is ever the more observant & cautious with his son. he makes sure to put sunscreen on him & that he always has his hat on to protect him from the sun

— ^ when he asked luke if he could go wake boarding with him, he nearly squealed in excitement. his son doesn’t really feel comfortable trying new things so this is a HUGE step in the right direction. holds onto him so tight as he giggles whenever luke does tricks. he has such a blast

QUINN HUGHES

— these two are a mirror image of each other it’s insane

— ^ ellen pointed it out to you a few weeks after you had given birth & you can’t unsee it (your son & quinn are twinsies fr)

— even tho his son is shy, he highly encourages him to make some friends in pre-k but assures him that he should take it day by day & that he’ll always love him no matter what

— definitely tries to make him less anxious by taking him in his arms & giving him raspberries in his neck or on his stomach. it helps take his mind off of whatever he was thinking about

— his son always wants to see him right after quinn’s games, which isn’t always possible so sometimes he has him join him for interviews. just quinns presence makes his son calm

— ^ quinns def encouraged him to answer or speak into the mic & his son is always a blushing mess after he says hi into it, hiding his face in the crook of quinns neck as everyone awes

— quinn always has a hand on his son. whether it be on top of his curly hair or on his back as his soothingly rubs it. he always has to have a hand on your son as quinn knows that he’s his son safe person. it makes the both of them feel better

— always tries to include him in everything (when it’s appropriate) so he’ll def bring him to events or practices. it exposes him to more things & it eases his sons anxiety with stuff like that

— 100% does arts & crafts with him. it’s so fucking cute istg

— when he’s old enough to understand certain words, quinn will tell him about his struggles with being a quiet child as well. he wants his son to know that he’s not alone & never is

— gets him a bear that has a voice recorder in it with the both of you saying “we love you bud! you got this!” that he plays every morning & it 100% makes him feel better about whatever he was worried about

— his son’s biggest cheerleader fr

— ^ the loudest you will ever hear quinn be is at his sons sports game or when he gets an award. he’s so proud of him & all of his progress, no matter how great or small

LUCA FANTILLI

— is off the walls ecstatic to just have a child really

— loves him either way

— luca is definitely his sons safe person so luca always has him in his arms or has a hand on his head as he clings onto his leg

— always refers to him as “buddy” or “my little buddy”, which gets him out of his shell sometimes since he wants to be just like his dad

— so so patient & understanding

— ^ will sit by his son as he’s trying to express himself without feeling nervous & lets him take his time. also helps him through his emotions as well

— encourages him to practice his “social skills” on him so he can remember what to say or do when he wants to make a new friend

— takes him to practice when allowed & just lets him chill or play around with the pucks

— ^ the entire umich team loves loves your son & although he is shy, they always make an effort to talk to him or fist bump him every time they skate by him. they respect his boundaries 100% too

— ^^ monday questions with him is always 50/50. sometimes he’ll be up for it & other times he won’t. but when he is, he’s so cute & giggly as he answers the question (most definitely copying his dads answer)

— reader is the one to wake him up more often than not & he much prefers it that way. you’re much calmer than luca at times so your son loves to just cuddle up to you as you pick him up & make your way to the kitchen where luca is making breakfast

— luca has him do the “shakes” whenever he’s feeling anxious about something

— ^ he told his son that it helps with getting the nerves out & he’ll absolutely just start shaking his arms or whole body out of nowhere to get rid of them

— the king at back rubs fr

— gets all papa bear when he hears from his sons teacher that some kids were making fun of him for being so quiet. luca literally gives a stern talking to to their parents & tells his son that bullies only do that to make themselves feel better since they feel “bad/insecure” about themselves. him being shy & quiet is something that he shouldn’t be ashamed of as it is apart of him & luca & reader love every inch of their son, no matter what

— posts “ootd” stories on his insta & hypes up his son as he poses & giggles

— always makes sure to shower his son in praise whenever he achieves a goal or makes a new friend. he’s so excited for his little buddy & his progress!

COLE CAUFIELD

— is surprisingly good at this for some reason

— knows all the tricks to encourage his son to get out of his shell & interact with others

— ^ you’re suspicious of him sometimes bc whatever he does or suggests always works. it’s like he’s psychic or something

— if he’s not having a good day, cole will gather his son in his arms & hold his close to his chest. sometimes he even puts his sweatshirt over him as he’s wearing it so he feels even safer

— cole throws ice cream parties whenever his son makes a new friend or talks to someone for longer than five minutes

— ^ you think it’s a bit excessive but start to see the progress he’s making in breaking through his shell so you don’t stop cole from continuing to throw them. you eventually find it super cute & heartfelt

— def encourages him to find something he’s passionate about to take his mind off whatever he’s feeling anxious about. sports is something he wants to try so cole sort of threw him into whatever sport he thought he’d enjoy

— ^ soccer is something your son enjoys as communication has to be constant between all the players & it encourages him to be more vocal

— is really good at implementing coping techniques/mechanisms for his son if he ever needs them. lowkey a therapist fr (he’s got extensive knowledge about this shit that you sometimes wonder what cole would be like as an actual therapist)

— gets super excited when he does something out of his comfort zone & makes sure his son knows how proud of him he is

— is super patient & understanding

— it’s a tradition for cole to take him to practice once or twice a month (or week) & the boys absolutely love your son!

— ^ little dude is a completely different person on the ice it’s insane. all of his shyness & quiet tendencies disappear & he just has so much fun that it sometimes makes cole tear up with pride & happiness

[turcott3]

those damn grey sweats

kirby dach x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, kissing, smut, fingering, unprotected sex

masterlist

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your eyes fluttered open to your, now, sunlit bedroom. you rolled over seeing that you were now alone in bed, not knowing kirby’s whereabouts. once you readjusted to the light, you smelled breakfast being cooked, knowing exactly where he was.

you rolled out of bed and rubbed your eyes again, straightening up your clothes before walking out into the kitchen.

“good morning m’love.” he says lowly, his mouth full of pancake.

those damn grey sweatpants.

your love/hate relationship with them were strong. you loved how comfy they looked and how damn good he looked in them, but you hated how good they made him look, how they made you subconsciously rub your thighs together. how the eventuated his dick print. how hungry they made you.

“good morning.” you smile, wrapping your arms around his waist, pressing a short kiss to his back before leaning your cheek on his warm skin.

“how’s my sweet girl?” he asks sweetly.

“good but sleepy, i was a little sad not waking up next to my boy.” you frown.

“well i was trying to be fast so i could surprise you in bed but you woke up before i could be done in here.” he giggles.

“i’m sorry i ruined your surprise.”

“no honey it’s okay, don’t aplogize, i should’ve gotten up earlier.” he replies, pulling one of your hands up to press a short kiss to.

“well i appreciate the thought.” you say pressing another kiss to his back.

“someone’s feeling cuddly this morning huh?” he says tossing the final pancake onto the large plate.

“mhm.” you mumble as he moves your arms turning around, allowing you to grab back on, his hands running up and down your back.

“pancakes are hot, it’ll need a few minutes.” he says into your hair. you didn’t reply. it felt unnecessary.

you pulled away, grabbing his face and bringing his lips to yours intimately. his hands smoothing over your ass, covered by no fabric as you didn’t wear shorts to bed.

you moaned lightly as his grip tightened a little bit, a quiet chuckle leaving his lips.

“kirby.” you groaned.

“what is it?” he replies, teasingly.

“need you.” you say quietly, looking down avoiding eye contact with him, failing as his two fingers were caught under your chin, forcing eye contact.

“so so needy baby.” he says before picking you up and placing you on the counter, standing between your thighs as he reconnected your lips, groaning at the proximity. carefully his hand slipped between you, pushing your panties to the side, pressing two fingers into your wet core.

“oh fuck.” you moaned loudly, your head crashing onto his chest.

“sensitive today huh?” he giggles, pumping his fingers inside you at a medium speed, just enough to get you ready for him.

“yes.” you say practically in a whisper. he removes his fingers from you, sucking them clean of your juices before pulling down the waist band of his pants, his throbbing cock now free from its constriction.

carefully, he slides into you with ease. a loud moan shared between the both of you as he bottoms out, your arms hugging around his shoulders.

“fuck kirby.” you gasp, your bottom lip catching between your teeth as your nails dug into the skin of his back with each thrust. his thrusts were deep and thorough, hitting the soft, sweet spot buried deep inside you with ease.

“so fucking good for me baby, so fucking good.” he grunts as his fingers returned to your clit, rubbing it in sensitive circles. he pressed sweet kisses in the crook of your neck before you sat up, craving his lips to be locked on yours again as he pounded into you smoothly.

you locked eyes with the brunette as he thrusted into you, your eyes growing into hearts with each moan. you couldn’t believe how perfect he was, it was almost like he wasn’t even real. he put you and your physical needs first, also meaning you always finish first.

a man like him changed your entire outlook on men.

you’re snapped back to reality as his eyes leave yours, bending over to nip on the skin of your neck, your hands gripping onto the hair on the back of his head as he continued his deep and smooth thrusts, the wet sound of your skin slapping making you impossibly hornier by the moment.

“i’m so close.” you whisper, your forehead now pressed against his.

“i can feel you, my fucking gorgeous girl.” he said as his hips snapped impossibly deeper, his lips caught back on yours like a drug.

your walls tightened around him one last time before releasing. sending you spiraling into oblivion as your orgasm came crashing over you. your moans snapping up an octave as your eyes fluttered and rolled back, moaning his name and various nasty words.

he fucked you all the way to the end of your orgasm, spilling his own deep into your cervix, his hips stuttering as his hands gripped around your back. broken grunts and groans spilling from his mouth as he slowed to a stop.

“you think the pancakes are cool now?” you whisper in his ear, as his forehead laid on your shoulder.

“i’d say so, yep.” he giggles, pressing a warm, sweet kiss to your lips before pulling out and reaching for a paper towel, cleaning you of the mess he’d made between your legs. pressing delicate kisses to your face and your lips as you caught your breath, readjusting himself back into his sweats.

“i love you so much.” he says against your lips, pressing them together for one last peck.

“and i love you.” you reply, hugging onto him as he helped you down, readjusting your minimal clothing.

“no let’s eat! all that fucking got me hungry.” you say grabbing a plate from the cabinet as he laughed behind you.

“well does this mean we can go again later?” he jokes and you turn around.

“absolutely it does.” you reply, taking a bite out of your warm pancake.

you’d never been so in love, and if it weren’t for those damn grey sweatpants, who knows where the morning would’ve taken you.

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[nhlclover]

CHRISTMAS TREE FARM KIRBY DACH

— event masterlist !

pairing: fem!reader x kirby dach

summary: yours and kirby's first christmas in your new house kicks off as you search for the perfect tree

warnings: nothing!

wc: 1.69k

notes: fic number four in my 12 days of xmas event! this is a cute idea in theory but i have heard one too many horror stories about spiders in trees to never get a real tree

Your first Christmas in your shared place with Kirby meant the changing of traditions.

For years, your four-foot-tall synthetic pine tree was the perfect centrepiece for your tiny apartment during the holidays. It fit perfectly in the corner of your living room, decorated in string lights and tiny baubles when the season came around.

But now, everything has changed. Your new home — a proper house, with more rooms and higher ceilings — called for something grander. The diminutive tree, once perfect, suddenly felt out of place in your freshly upgraded surroundings. It was time for a full-sized tree, one that matched the new chapter of your life.

Kirby, however, had other ideas. Firmly attached to childhood memories of fresh pine scent, he insisted on a real tree this year. His excitement was contagious, and soon, the two of you were bundled up and driving an hour outside Montreal to a picturesque Christmas tree farm.

The crisp December air bit at your cheeks as you and Kirby stepped out of the car, boots crunching on a patchwork of frost and dirt. Before you stretched a sea of evergreens - rows upon rows of firs, spruces, and pines, their limbs sagging under a heavy blanket of snow. The air was thick with the smell of pine and earth, mingling with the faint echo of distant voices and the whir of a chainsaw. This was not the bustling lot of pre-cut trees you'd frequented in the past, but a proper Christmas tree farm, sprawling and timeless, as if untouched by the haste of modernity.

Kirby, bundled in a black parka and a knit hat that sat slightly askew, surveyed the scene before him. “Alright,” he murmured, his breath curling in the cold air like smoke. “It’s out there somewhere. The perfect tree.”

You smiled, tucking your gloved hands into your coat pockets for warmth. “Just so long as it doesn’t take all day. My fingers are already frozen.”

Kirby grinned, his eyes alight with boyish enthusiasm. He hoisted the chainsaw out of the back of his car and started toward the nearest row of evergreens. “C’mon! It’ll be fun!”

The two of you meandered into the forest of trees, saw in hand, ready to claim a piece of this natural expanse for your living room. The first tree you approached was stately, its branches dense and green, with a satisfying triangular shape. You turned to Kirby with a hopeful look, but he tilted his head, squinting as if trying to solve a riddle. He circled the tree slowly, running a gloved hand along the needles.

“Hmm,” he murmured. “The back side has a bare patch.”

“It’s going to be against the wall,” you pointed out, already feeling a chill crawl up your legs.

Kirby shook his head, resolute. “We’ll keep looking.”

And so, the journey continued. Tree after tree presented itself as a potential candidate, only to fall short of Kirby’s exacting standards. Too sparse. Too lopsided. Too short. Too tall. The phrase just ‘pick one already’ hovered on the tip of your tongue, biting back the urge to utter it aloud as you trudged through the snow.

“Kirby, my fingers are about to snap off,” you finally said, rubbing your mitten-covered hands together for emphasis. “Can’t we compromise? Like, just a little?”

“We’ve only seen half the lot,” he replied, undeterred. “Trust me, the perfect one is out there.”

You sighed, casting a glance back toward the farm entrance where cheerful families bustled about, loading their chosen trees onto trailers. Kirby’s optimism was beginning to grate against your growing fatigue. You had dressed for the weather, accommodating the recent winter chill that had settled over Quebec, but the cold had seeped past your thermal socks and three layers of clothing.

At last, when you were two seconds away from abandoning your boyfriend in the snow, you found it — a towering Fraser fir, its branches full and evenly spaced, tapering upward in a perfect, natural silhouette. The deep, lustrous green of its needles seemed to absorb the fading light. Kirby circled the tree, his expression shifting from skeptical to satisfied, his gloved fingers brushing the branches as if to confirm its solidity. “This is it,” he declared, a triumphant smile breaking across his face.

You wanted to roll your eyes but instead let out a relieved laugh. “Great. Let’s cut it down before I freeze solid.”

Kirby started up the chainsaw, the sound of the engine roaring to life shattering the tranquil quiet of the farm. Kirby knelt in the snow, the chainsaw grumbling as he carefully angled it toward the base of the tree. The blade bit into the wood with a satisfying growl, and the tree began to teeter.

“Watch out!” Kirby called, grinning ear to ear. The tree groaned softly before yielding with a final crack, the weight of it falling into the bed of snow below.

Within a couple of minutes, workers — bundled in plaid jackets and exuding a practiced efficiency — arrived on a four-wheeler, securing your tree to the attached trailer and saying they’d meet you at the front of the lot.

By the time you and Kirby reached the front of the lot, the fading sunlight had stained the sky a dusky lavender. The towering Fraser fir sat waiting for you, propped majestically against a rustic wooden fence. Beside it, a cheerful teenager with flushed cheeks and a red woolen scarf waved enthusiastically as you approached.

As the tree was whisked away, Kirby dusted the snow off his knees, a victorious gleam in his eyes. “See?” he said, pointing dramatically after the departing four-wheeler. “The perfect tree was worth the search.”

You arched an eyebrow, pulling your scarf up over your nose to shield yourself from the persistent wind. “I think I lost feeling in my feet somewhere around tree number twenty-three. But sure, let's call it worth it.”

Kirby chuckled, brushing a light dusting of snow from your shoulder. “Come on, Scrooge. Let’s get to the front before you turn into a popsicle.”

The two of you began the trek back toward the lot entrance, Kirby glancing at trees as you passed. He nearly stopped by one, a full Balsam fir, but you yanked him away. The snow crunched beneath your boots, muffling your footsteps, and your breath curled in little white clouds between bouts of conversation.

“By the way,” you said, glancing sideways at him, “what’s the plan if this thing doesn’t actually fit in the living room?”

“Oh, it’ll fit,” he replied confidently.

“And if it doesn’t?”

Kirby shot you a playful grin. “Then we’ll just have to expand the living room.”

You laughed, the sound of it rising into the frosty air. “Great, I'll call the contractor. 'Hi, we'd like to add a wing to our house because my boyfriend couldn’t settle for a smaller tree.' That’s totally normal, right?”

He smirked, nudging you with his shoulder. “Admit it. You’re going to love it once it’s all lit up with the smell of fresh pine in the air. It'll make your little plastic tree look like a coat rack.”

You gasped, feigning insult. “That ‘coat rack’ served me loyally for years! It deserved a proper retirement, not slander.”

“Well,” he said, slinging an arm over your shoulders, “let's honor its service by making this Christmas the best one yet.”

The lot entrance came into view, marked by a small cabin strung with twinkling lights and wreaths. Workers were already waiting with your tree, neatly bundled and ready for loading. Kirby picked up the pace, his excitement ramping up again as he took in the scene.

Approaching your car, you surveyed the logistics of attaching the tree to the roof. Kirby grabbed the first end of the rope from a cheerful worker and gave it a determined tug. “Alright, teamwork time.”

“Teamwork?” you echoed skeptically. “You’re the one who chose a tree big enough to double as a communications tower. I think this is a you problem.”

“Correction,” Kirby said, hauling the tree into position with exaggerated effort, “it’s an us problem. Now grab the other side and help me tie this bad boy down.”

Reluctantly, you took your position on the other side of the car. The two of you maneuvered the tree onto the roof with no small amount of effort, grunting and laughing as branches poked and prodded at every exposed surface.

“Stop letting it slide toward me!” you scolded, trying to wrangle the base into position.

“I’m not letting it slide,” Kirby retorted, laughing as he reached over to steady it. “You’re just losing your grip!”

“My grip is fine. Your aim is questionable,” you shot back, attempting to keep your balance as you stood on the edge of the car.

Finally, after several rounds of repositioning, looping rope, and a near-miss with the antenna, the tree was secured. Kirby gave the rope one last triumphant tug and stepped back, hands on his hips as he admired the handiwork. “Perfect,” he declared.

You circled the car, inspecting the knots. “Perfectly ridiculous,” you muttered, though a smile tugged at your lips. “Are we sure this thing isn’t going to take flight on the highway?”

“It’s not going anywhere,” Kirby assured you. Then, as if to test his theory, he gave the tree a hearty shake. It barely budged. “See? Solid.”

“Great,” you said, brushing the pine needles off your coat. “Now let’s get home before I get frostbite.”

Kirby held the car door open for you with a mock bow. “Your chariot awaits, oh cold and cranky one.”

You rolled your eyes, but the corners of your mouth twitched upward. “If this tree doesn’t turn out to be magical, I’m holding you personally responsible.”

“Oh, it’s magical, alright,” he said, slipping into the driver’s seat and firing up the engine. “Just wait until you see it all dressed up. It’s going to be the best Christmas ever.”

As the car rumbled to life and pulled onto the snowy road, you stole a glance at the massive tree on the roof. For all the grumbling, the aching fingers, and the biting cold, you had to admit — Kirby might just be right.

[itsnotgray]

gray’s fic recs

my tagging/recommendation system is a mess beyond the point of fixing, so i made a masterlist. (i’ll slowly be adding fics to this!)

- an asterisk is next to players who play for the ahl team of said nhl team

- if works focused on more than one person, they’re listed under the other people, but only tagged in the first one you see in the list.

- also, apologies if the links don’t work correctly, it is in fact my first time making a masterlist

NHL/AHL

Anaheim Ducks

Jamie Drysdale

hey roomie by @emaanemaa

- trevor and jamie threesome. that's right, that's all it took to get you to go read it.

Trevor Zegras

chameleon by @hischierhaze

- listen- if you're someone who, whether it be consciously or unconsciously, changes themselves and their personality for those around them, or you have a history of it- please read this. I promise you, you won't regret it.

now that we don't talk by @sc0tters

- it's a toxic relationship with trevor, of course I'm gonna eat it up (she might end with trevor... or she might not. you'll never know if you don't read it.)

hey roomie by @ emaanemaa (fic linked above under jamie)

the penalty box series by @starsandhughes

I- if you're not already keeping up with this series... where have you been? every update is laugh out loud hilarious, and leaves you itching for more.

cruel weather- apart of the penalty box series by @starsandhughes

cruel weather gets it's own link because of the amount of emotional damage this inflicted upon me.

Arizona Coyotes

Boston Bruins

Buffalo Sabres

Devon Levi

like it very much by @jackhues

there aren’t many devon fics (which there totally should be), but the way i squealed when i read this one. further affirmed the fact that i think he’d be the best bf.

Calgary Flames

Nikita Zadorov

that scar hurt by the way by @swissboyhisch

- listen…. i’m the farthest thing from a flames fan, and can wholeheartedly admit it was an adorable read.

Carolina Hurricanes

Chicago Blackhawks

Colorado Avalanche

Columbus Blue Jackets

Adam Fantilli

to you, my adamo by @hischierhaze

- it's adam's birthday + his debut, can you blame me for crying?

his return by @hischierhaze

-this made me cry. but in making this, i'm convinced anything kei writes with the fantilli brothers makes me want to cry from either just how sickeningly sweet it is, or of course, sadness.

tiny dancer au by @letsgetrowdy43

god when i say sunny and adam have my heart- i mean it. they’re sososo special to me.

Dallas Stars

Wyatt Johnston

our song by @lovinbarzal

hands down one of my favorite wy jo fics/au’s. it’s wyatt x a barzal sister, a pairing i wouldn’t have thought of, but works so well!

Detroit Red Wings

Edmonton Oilers

Florida Panthers

Matthew Tkachuk

waking up in vegas by @doc-pickles

- matty t x hughes!sister is a dynamic i didn’t know i needed.

Mackie Samoskevich*

perfect girl by @dmercer91

- this had me feeling things like no other... a big hint as to why? she's shared.

Los Angeles Kings

Alex Turcotte*

who does it better? by @harry-hollands

one of the cutest social media au’s in a while (technically has two parts, but they don’t have to be read together)

Minnesota Wild

Montreal Canadiens

Kirby Dach

here with you by @sc0tters

- it's amber's writing + kirby, what's not to love? (if that's not convincing enough, maybe the line, "I will follow you to the ends of the earth," is.)

Nashville Predators

New Jersey Devils

Jack Hughes

timeless by @babydollmarauders

- if I hadn't originally read this in the middle of the grocery store, I can almost guarantee that I would've cried from just how heartwarmingly adorable this is.

out by @babydollmarauders

- equipment manager x jacky boy- aka a trope I never knew I needed, but now crave after reading this.

ballad of a homeschooled girl by @babydollmarauders

- hands down one of the best pics I've probably ever read in terms of conveying emotion. my stomach was in knots the entire time, attesting to just how realistic the writing is.

never grow up by @aliaology

- i'm sorry but you're not human if you don't get even the tiniest bit emotional at any fic with "never grow up" as the song. BUT A FIC WITH THE BROTHERS? this rendered me emotionally unavailable for a solid 20 minutes.

medía management au by @babydollmarauders

the media management au is an ongoing series staring mr jack hughes and his lovely girl, dove! the updates always bring a a smile to my face, and more than likely make me laugh out loud.

4:41 am by @sweetestdesire

listen, as much as i adore brynn’s smut like no other, her fluffy, soft and sweet fics just do something to me. she writes them so detailed, and consistently has me craving for soft moments with a significant other (a significant other i do not have)

John Marino

stay for a while by @sc0tters

- when i talk about made me feel things, i mean it. amber never fails in writing panty-dropping smut, while also having an thought-out plot.

Luke Hughes

welcome back by @leaentries

- this literally made me swoon. a protective lukey- what's not to love?

nobody's love by @eyesthatroll

- my heart was in my throat while reading, and my emotions were all over the place. regardless of how emotional it left me, it was amazing and deserves all the love.

never grow up by @ aliaology (fic linked under jack)

- older hughes sister watches her brothers grow up + never grow up = tears

summer aches by @starry-hughes

- this fic makes me want a luke to take care of me when i get headaches, triggered by heat or not

what’s not to like? by @starry-hughes

- queen ellen and jimmy are a little apprehensive of you…

jack’s best friend by @lvrzegras

okay listen- any of the brothers x their best friends is great, but jack’s best friend x luke… it just hits different, yk?

Nico Hischier

I never could've seen you coming (I think you're everything I could've ever wanted) by @writingonleaves

- this is probably as close to a literary masterpiece as a fanfic posted on tumblr will ever get

will you take a moment? promise me this (that you'll stand by me forever) by @writingonleaves

- listen- it's apart of the universe she began in the fic above. I have the fic linked under nico (because the oc eventually ends up in a relationship with nico, as seen in the part above), but this is sososo found family heavy. if found family is your trope, then this is your fic

New York Islanders

Mat Barzal

it's nice to have a friend by @youunravelme

- put me through the emotional wringer in the best way possible.

winnie martin's favorite person by @ilyasorokinn

- god- i cannot even begin to describe how cute this is. all i can say, is that I need more pictures of barzy with kids... for science of course.

New York Rangers

Ottawa Senators

Philadelphia Flyers

Pittsburgh Penguins

Sidney Crosby

she was the (red) devil by @crosbyscurls

- hockey meets f1 is already a dream combination… but sid x f1? absolutely amazing

San Jose Sharks

Seattle Kraken

St Louis Blues

Tampa Bay Lightning

Toronto Maple Leafs

Vancouver Canucks

Quinn Hughes

these michigan summers by @lukevangelista

i feel like the only way your not aware this series exists, then your new here. because if you haven’t read this, where have you been? this is for sure one of my top three series’ on tumblr, finished or unfinished. will in fact, forever have my heart. (currently unfinished)

the sun to my moon by @ghostfacd

this fic is part of an au! i highly, highly recommend checking it out- quinny + a grumpyxsunshine trope, what’s not to love?

never grow up by @ aliaology (fic linked under jack's name)

- older hughes sister watches her brothers grow up + never grow up = tears

Vegas Golden Knights

Washington Capitals

Dylan Strome

it's never too late to come back to my side by @lukevangelista (a series)

- one of my recent favorites. particularly geared towards those who think back on old friendships (...and constantly overthink on whether you should reach out. spoilers- it's never too late)

Winnipeg Jets

NCAA

University of Michigan

Luca Fantilli

missing you, quietly by @bitchinbarzal

- emotional torture in the best way possible. i re-read a concerning amount

i lost him by @hischierhaze

- made me cry- but in a good way

baby 101- name reveal by @hischierhaze

- it's dad!luca... yeah that's right, now that you have that cute thought in your head, you kinda have to go and read it

I tell you that I think im falling back in love with you by @writingonleaves

- this fic is sososo special to me for so many reasons- and I think you should totally read this fic to figure them out... just saying

opposites attract au by @dmercer91

this is a link to the head anons for the au- but please go read this sweet au. luca and landen are one of the sweetest pairings.

Nick Moldenhauer

sundays are for textiles by @drewsbuzzcut

- super cute read, and it's apart of an even cuter au

all american lace by @drewsbuzzcut

- also apart of that super cute nick au she has- but this part was not so cutesy (it was at the end). had me on the edge of my seat, and tears building in my eyes. the type of angst you physically feel- but with the type of ending that makes up for it (trust me, it does!)

Mark Estapa

icy roads by @nicohischierz

the simplest explanation i can offer is that this broke my heart- but i loved it anyway!

Boston College

Gabe Perreault

princess!gf x gabe perreault by @yankstrash

- these two are on my mind at least three times a week. i aspire to become amelia- aka find someone who is as down bad for me as gabe is for “his meels”

[withwritersblock]

Close to You

~Close to You by Gracie Abrams~ Author's Note: requested! Loved writing this one Summary: Two strangers fall in love at first sight or rather fall in lust Warnings: implied smut ig Word Count: 2,096 Kirby Dach x fm!reader

This was an atmosphere she had started to get used to, Montreal had one of the best night life scene. She was always a fan of just going with her group of friends, drinking and sweating the night away. 

Every time herself and her friends went out there was an overwhelming amount of guys trying to get with them. Her friends would always take the bait but she was never willing to go home with them. 

Entering tonight, she had the same plans she always does. 

The glass in her hand was nearly spilling as she was dancing the night away. A blond guy walked up towards her intending to start a conversation but she happily danced away from him, spinning and holding her free hand in the air as she sipped her long island iced tea. A drink that always gives her the best nights. 

She spinned into her friend, Hailey, chuckling as they both met each other’s gaze. 

The song in the background continued to pound against her chest as she shut her eyes as she swayed along to the beat. The red dress squeezing her frame was something every guy in the club was obsessed over, some more than others.

She brought the drink towards her lips, sipping it as she spun around again and met his gaze. Her drunk smile on her lips faded as she continued to look in his direction.

Everything around her felt like it froze. 

It was just them and no one else mattered.

It was safe to say that he was the most attractive man she’s ever seen. Their eyes remained connected and she knew that he had the most perfect blue eyes. His lips curled upward as a toothy grin formed to his lips.

Her entire body erupted in flames as she continued to look deeply into his eyes. It was like an overwhelming part of her body needed him and she’s only met his gaze for a few seconds. 

Bodies bumped into her, she shook her head but instantly her gaze reconnected with his eye.

It was as if nothing else mattered, she needed to meet him.

Maybe she was drunk, maybe she wasn’t but she knew that she needed to shove her way through the crowd to meet him. She spun around, trying to finish her drink. Hailey was already gone, no where to be seen. 

She spun around and he was gone. Her entire body felt like it went cold. The music was still pounding against her chest, she still swayed to the music, avoiding the bodies beside her.

After a few seconds, her body lit up in flames as a body stood behind her. Her body erupted with goosebumps as she could feel his hovering hands over her body. 

She quickly spun around, looking up to meet his gaze, it was those beautiful blue eyes she saw from across the way. Her heart was pounding hard against her chest as she smirked. He rested his hands on her hips stabilizing her.

Her breath caught in her throat as his touch was the most perfect thing in that moment.

Her hands subconsciously rested onto his chest as she pressed her lips together.

“I’m Kirby,” he said loudly as he smiled as he squeezed her hips as he pulled her towards him. She giggled as she kept her hands on his chest, she took a hold of the silver chain on his neck. 

An image of him hovering over her with it dangling in her face flashed in her mind but it disappeared as fast as it appeared. 

“Y/N,” she yelled towards him. He nodded as he pressed his lips together before he leaned towards her. He took a hold of her chin, moving her head to the side softly. 

“You’re fucking goregous,” he whispered loudly into her ear. He slowly turned her head back towards him, meeting her gaze. She smiled softly as her cheeks flushed. 

She leaned towards him, brushing her lips against his ear, “Thank you, handsome,” she whispered. She pulled away as she continued looking into his eyes. His cheeks were red, the club was hot as they were surrounded by sweaty bodies grinding and dancing with one another.

“Can we dance?” he asked loudly, a giggle falling from his lips. She smiled towards him as she nodded, a soft giggle leaving her lips. He tightened his grip around her waist as she slowly spun around, pressing her body against him. 

Their bodies moved insync as they grinded against one another for several songs. 

He raised his hand up, brushing her hair away from her neck. He pressed his lips against her skin as she tilted her head back against his chest. Her eyes shut as she found her breathing start to get unsteady.

He trailed his lips from her shoulder towards her neck, to beneath her ear. His hands were running along her stomach as her hands reached down and interlocked with his hands. 

The music was pounding and their was more bodies surounding them as they continued to dance against one another.

It felt right, at least for her drunken mind, his body against hers was the only thing she’s ever wanted. Her eyes landed on Hailey who was talking with their other friend Lily. It was obvious that they were talking about her. 

His hands were starting to roam her body, traveling along her frame over the tight red dress. His lips every few moments would perss along her neck, that finally she decided to spin around to meet his gaze again. His eyes were so intoxicating and welcoming. She could meet his gaze forever.

This time she rested her hands on the base of his neck to pull him towards her, their lips connected urgently. 

His hands held her lower back tightly, as he pulled her towards him desperate to get closer to her. “Let me take you back to my place,” he mumbled against her lips. 

She always said no, but he was different. Everything about the way he touched her, looked at her, kissed her, everything was different. 

She nodded as she leaned towards him again, craving his lips against hers. He hummed against her lips. He slowly pulled away from her, keeping his arm loosely around her body. Possessively holding her to his body. 

Stepping outside, the cold air didn’t matter as her body was radiating heat as he waved a drunken hand in the air to call for a cab. “You live here?” he asked, somewhat loudly as their ears were ringing from how loud the music was inside. 

“Moved here last year,” she explained as she slipped away from his grasp, to finally get a full admiration of what he looks. His body was covered in dark blue dress pants with a white button up, the top button was showing the top of his chest, his silver chain was evident as he shifted on his feet back and forth.

“From where?” he asked as he shoved his hand into his pockets, he was scanning her frame as well.

“Denver,” she let out as she tugged her dress down, feeling it climbing too high on her body. She held her hand out towards him asking him the same question.

“Alberta,” he said simply, not wanting to get too specific. He stepped towards her, his eyes shamelessly flickering all over her frame. “You like it here?”

She nodded as she continued to look into his eyes, “Absolutely, still need to learn French,” she muttered as a cab pulled up beside them. Kirby chuckled as he walked up beside her, loosely wrapping his arm around her waist to guide her towards the car. 

She sat down in the back, adjusting her dress as she slid to the center of the car. Kirby slid beside her wrapping his arm around her. She cuddled into his chest as she raised her hand up and took a hold of his chain.

He explained where to go to the cab driver, the driver nodded as he pulled off and headed down the road.

Dropping his gaze, he looked into her eyes, He raised his hand up and rested it onto her cheek. He ran his thumb across her cheek, her lips curled up softly while looking into his eyes. He leaned towards her, delicately pressing his lips against hers. She felt herself fall completely into him, it was overwhelming with how perfect this was.

Pulling away, he kept his hand on her cheek, loving the feeling of being this close to her. He didn’t want to pull away, he didn’t want to be anywhere but here. Well, maybe in a bed and not in the back of a cab but something about her felt right.

The cab pulled outside of his apartment, and Kirby handed him fifty dollars without a second though. He opened the door stepping out, he held out his hand for her to take. She gladly let him take a hold of her hand to guide her towards the building. 

Once they were in the elevator, Kirby stepped behind her, taking a hold of her stomach pulling her towards him. A giggle fell from her lips as she tilted her head back against his chest. He brushed her hair away from her neck, leaning towards her he pressed his lips onto her neck for a few seconds waiting for the doors to open.

They stepped out of the elevator, she pulled away from him, holding her hand out to allow him to guide her towards his apartment.

“Are you rich?” she asked as her eyes danced around the hallway. He chuckled while shaking his head.

“Not rich,” he mumbled as he walked towards his apartment, pulling his keys from his pocket. “I play for the Canadiens,” he let out as he pushed the door open, he leaned his body against the door allowing her to step inside.

“You’re lying,” she mumbled as she stepped inside, Kirby shut the door behind her. He twisted the lock on the door as he walked towards her. Y/N began to pull her phone from the tiny bag she had strapped around her body. 

He leaned against the door, he tilted his head back against the door, a smirk toying to his lips. “Are you Googling me?” he let out barely above a whisper.

“Kirby-” she trailed off, lifting her gaze up, waiting for him to finished the sentence.

“Dach,” he let out, a chuckle leaving his lips. Her eyes widened, he began to spell the short word. She nodded as she waited for it to load up. Her mouth fell open as she saw his roster photo.

“But I just went to a game and there was no seventy-seven on the ice,” she countered as she set her phone down alongside the bag onto the kitchen counter beside her. He swallowed hard as he walked towards her.

“Been out injured,” he let out, sadly. She nodded, pouting her lips.

“Oh no, I’m sorry,” she let out as she tilted her head to the side.

“It’s all good, I promise,” he let out as he wrapped his arms around her waist. She raised her hand up and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“So, NHL player,” she muttered as she lowered her gaze towards his lips. He nodded as he guided her back towards his room which was only a few feet away from them. 

“Is that a good thing?” he let out furrowing his eyebrows. She shrugged as she ran her fingertips through the ends of his hair. 

“Hockey’s violent,” she let out. 

“I wouldn’t call it violent,” he teased. “Says the guy who’s injured,”

He chuckled while shaking his head, he reached behind her opening his bedroom door. He guided her towards his bed, letting the door shut behind him. They both kicked off their shoes as they stepped closer to the bed at the center of the room.

Slowly, she sat down looking up at him. He smirked as he rested his hand onto her cheek. “You’re different,” he let out. He found himself saying. Her eyes squinted slightly as she pursed her lips forward.

“Why?” she let out as she scooted away from him, laying down. He took a deep breath as he climbed on top of her, their faces were inches apart as he scanned her features.

“This isn’t a one time thing, is it?” he asked as he looked into her eyes. She smirked as she leaned towards him kissing him urgently.

[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

im tagging some ppl who ive read phenomenal fics and AUs from and mutuals and just overall great ppl. feedback is appreciated but don't feel like you have to ok bye fr this time <3

@kniesylenny @yankstrash @hischierhaze @heavenlyhischier @sweetestdesire @thatintrovertedwriter @starry-hughes @starsandhughes @drewsbuzzcut @bedsyandco @norrisjosh @theywantedplayer @sc0tters @bitchinbarzal @ladylooch @babydollmarauders @nicohischierz @nicohersheys @sunkissed-zegras @uluvjay

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Kirby Dach Would Include:

There’s just something special about your connection to him. You’re always there for him, and he tries to always be there for you. You have a chemistry and a bond that not many people have, and he's so grateful that he gets to experience that with you. You bring out the best in him, and he wants to do the same for you. All in all, I would say that dating him is amazing and you'll be so lucky to have found him.

You give him butterflies in his stomach whenever he's with you, and when he's not with you, you're always on his mind. It feels like there's a deep connection between you that's something that he's never felt with anyone else before. He's so glad he found you because you make him feel lucky and loved in a way that he's never felt before.

He's really attracted to your personality. You’re kind, compassionate, and very understanding. You always have something interesting to say and he loves how easy it is to talk to you. Your sense of humor is great, and you’re always making him laugh, there’s just something about you that’s really endearing, and he finds himself wanting to spend more time with you.

You inspire him to be the best version of himself. You're always encouraging and supportive, even when he has his doubts. You make him believe in himself, and he's always thankful for that. You make him feel so loved and appreciated, and he wants to make you feel the same way. With you by his side, he's going to make every day worth living and every moment count.

He loves going on dates with you. It’s a special time for you to spend together, and whether it’s a picnic in the park or a romantic dinner at a fancy restaurant, he always enjoys your time together. Whether you’re planning ahead or just making up plans on the fly, it always turns into a fun and memorable night. And, he always looks forward to every second, because he gets to see you smiling and laughing, and that’s the best part for him.

Jealousy is something that’s always going to come up in a relationship from time to time. For him, being in a committed relationship means putting his trust in you. So, if he ever feels jealous or insecure, he knows that it’s coming from a place of fear of losing you or not being enough.

When/if you argue, he knows it’s important to keep an open mind and be willing to listen to each other. That way, you can express yourselves, hear the other person out, and come to a resolution before things escalate.

For him, affection is something that makes him feel happy, secure, and connected to you. Whether it’s holding hands, giving hugs, or saying “I love you”, all of these things convey a sense of love and appreciation. Every time he sees you, he gets giddy and excited about all the fun you get to experience together.

His love language is physical touch. He likes to be close to you, to hold your hand, and to snuggle up with you. Physical affection is a way for him to feel connected with you and to express his love. He's a hugger, and he loves wrapping his arms around you.

When he has to go away for away games, he misses you so much. He likes to keep in touch with you over the phone or through video chats whenever he can. He also likes to send you messages or write little letters to let you know that he's thinking of you.

If you could come along with him to the away games, it would be really exciting. It would be a chance for you to experience a new city together and make some memories. Plus, he could show you around and share all the little things that he loves about the places he plays in.

His team really likes you They think that you're kind and supportive. They also say that they can tell how much he loves you, and that his teammates say that they are very grateful to have you in their lives and all love having you around.

Living together can be both exciting and challenging at the same time. It’s a great opportunity for him to get to know you even better and to be closer to you. You'll get to share your days, your meals, your space, and your lives together. But it also comes with its own set of challenges, like learning to compromise and adjust to each other’s habits.

If someone on another team was mean about you, he would defend you fiercely. He would do whatever he could to make sure you know that he has your back. And he would do everything in his power to protect you and make sure you felt safe.

He loves sharing you off online, little bits of your relationship. It’s fun to show off how much he loves and cares for you.

Marriage is definitely something that's on his mind, and he can see himself spending the rest of his life with you. The idea of committing to each other and vowing to love each other forever is a really special thing to him.

Having children is a big decision, and it’s one that he takes very seriously. But the idea of starting a family with you and becoming parents together is a very exciting thought. The idea of raising a child and watching them grow up and become their own person is something that fills him with a lot of joy.

If you didn’t want or couldn’t have children, he would definitely still want to be with you. Sure, he can see himself as a father eventually, but what matters most to him is that he has a loving and stable relationship with you. If you're both on the same page, then he's happy.

"You're my world, you complete me in so many ways. You're my missing piece, my soul mate, my other half. I love you to the moon and back."

Bondage - He enjoys the feeling of being restrained or restraining you. There's an element of excitement and anticipation that adds to the experience when one is taking charge of the other's mobility or limiting their movements.

Overstimulation - There's always the fact that he absolutely loves watching you cum. Seeing you lose control, shuddering and convulsing as you release all the built-up tension is incredibly satisfying for him. And knowing that he played a key role in driving you to that point is just the icing on the cake.

Roleplay - He also enjoys roleplay scenarios where he takes on the role of a teacher disciplining a naughty student, or a doctor examining a patient, or even a supervisor overseeing the work of an underling. These types of scenes allow him to explore his dominant nature while still maintaining a level of familiarity and comfort for you.

Body Worship - He loves focusing on his partner's body and paying attention to every inch. He'll explore with his hands, mouth, and breath, gradually finding the hot spots and erogenous areas that has you squirming with pleasure.

Foreplay - He takes time to warm up his partner, building up the tension and anticipation. He'll start with a gentle touch, slowly working his way up to something increasingly intimate.

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Four and One | Kirby Dach

Requested? Yes!! Let's go!!!

Warnings? A loooooottt of angst :)

Summary: You and Kirby continue to hurt each other unintentionally but there's promise for a truce

Word Count: 2,107 (strap in friends)

Four 

You sit in your room, giggling ridiculously loud with your best friend as Degrassi plays in the background. The episode had ended and the cut off of unreal lines has the two of you scream laughing at how bad the acting is. 

You calm down enough to wipe your tears and pick up your phone to check the time. The screen glares 9:45 pm and suddenly you’re slapped out of your happy demeanor. 

“Fuck!” you curse, dropping your phone back down and your best friend looks over at you in concern and confusion. 

“I missed Kirby’s game I was supposed to leave at 5,” you explain before flopping back on your bed and feeling like the worst best friend in the history of the universe. How could you forget his game? 

“Shouldn't he be back home by now?” your best friend questions. You take a second to look at your notifications, seeing not only did Kirby text you a million times, but Cole, Nick, Juraj, Arber, and what looks like half the habs team did. 

“Oh I suck,” you mutter out. 

Just as you’re about to type out a response to Kirby, begging for forgiveness and offering anything and everything to make it up to him, someone knocks on the door of your apartment. 

“You have 5 seconds to think of an excuse,” your best friend says, standing from your bed. 

You assume she’s headed towards the door and you slowly follow behind, watching as she swings open the door and Kirby is wearing his game suit, visibly frustrated by the whole situation. The two exchange words before Kirby steps into your apartment and you finally walk into the entryway. 

“I’m glad you’re okay,” Kirby says, just as you start to apologize. 

“I’m so sorry. I have no excuse, no good reason, nothing. I’m just sorry and I messed up big time I know that,” you say knowing that you had to own up to your mistakes. 

“My whole family was there. Everyone I love and care about. My 100th game and I scored twice. Every time I stepped on the ice I was looking for you and you weren’t there.” 

His words are knives slicing pieces of your heart off bit by bit. It didn’t help that you’re head over heels for your best friend standing in front of you and to watch him look so damn good in that suit and rip your heart apart with his words was a different type of pain. 

“Kirbs, I’m so sorry,” you say, taking a step towards him and reaching out to touch his arm only for him to pull back. 

“I’ll call you later.” 

His seemingly small six foot frame crumbles before you, stepping backwards until he’s out of your apartment and leaving you lonely in the hallway again. 

When the click of the door registers in Kirby’s ears, he finally lets the tears fall. He didn’t give a fuck about anyone else being at the game, he just wanted you. He wanted to score for you, celebrate with you, spot you in the crowd, watch your eyes light up and your smile stretch wide as he plays. 

But you let him down. 

Three

You could deal with it once. 

Once is forgivable. Once is understandable. Once is something you shrug at and tell them “no problem”. 

But after walking home from the restaurant for the third time in two weeks? It was bordering on unforgivable. After you had messed up and missed Kirby’s game, you had been making it up to him. However, now it feels like he was getting you back after standing you up three times in a row with zero explanation. 

You don’t even realize you’ve made your way to Kirby’s apartment complex until you’re standing outside the building and staring at the door wondering whether or not you should go in. Your petty side wins, heading up to the top floor in the elevator and proceeding to bang on his front door until you heard Kirby shout for you to stop. 

The minute the door cracks open, you’re storming in, angry words thrown out as you make your way inside his apartment. 

“Do you know how humiliating it is?” you snap, turning to face him. “Three times Kirby. Three!” 

You’re about to start on your next point of how horrible it is to have to watch people pity you for being stood up when Kirby glances towards his bedroom door. You follow his eyesight and you feel all emotions sink out of you when your eyes land on an unfamiliar girl standing in the doorway. 

“Sorry I heard yelling,” she says awkwardly, hands coming up to play with the neckline of what you recognize is Kirby’s shirt. 

“No it’s fine,” you let out. “I was just leaving.” 

Kirby physically winces at your words. He had been standing you up, had been ignoring your texts and calls and trying so desperately to get over whatever feelings held his heart captive. He didn’t want you to think that he was ditching you for just some fling though. However, he knew he couldn’t just admit his feelings for you and hope it would all work out the way he wanted. 

You offer the girl a pained smile before taking one last quick look at Kirby. He refuses to meet your eye and you feel the slice of pain in your heart a little sharper. You nod, as if convincing yourself you need to leave before this only gets worse and force your feet to move from underneath you. 

Thankfully, you make it outside the building before you start crying. 

Two 

You wait in the tunnel as Kirby gets changed and finishes out post game media. It had taken you a while to get over Kirby standing you up and finding him with some random girl, but you had a solid fight about it and eventually made up. You had decided together to let the past stay in the past. 

Slowly, players trickle out of the locker room. You smile and greet a few of them, let others run off to their wives and girlfriends. When it feels like forever has passed, you watch as Nick strolls out of the locker room. His face lights up seeing you and you can’t help the grin crawling up your lips as well. 

“Hi darling,” Nick greets, wrapping you up in a tight hug. “Waiting for Kirby?” 

“He’s taking forever,” you jokingly whine and Nick laughs against you. 

“Want a ride home?” he offers. 

You consider it for a moment, thinking that you should wait for Kirby to come out but you know you can always see him later but Nick you rarely see anymore. 

“I’d love that,” you respond. 

When Kirby walks out of the locker room, the only thing he’s looking forward to is seeing your face. He’s ready to be held in your arms and hear your soft voice and yet when he does walk out, there’s nothing. 

He convinces himself you had to have gone to the bathroom or stepped away for a minute and would be back any second. However, when he waits for ten extra minutes, he realizes you really did leave and his heart cracks a little. 

“Bro what are you still doing here?” Cole asks, finally leaving the locker room as well. 

“I was waiting for (y/n),” Kirby responds, still seemingly unsure of what had happened to you. 

“She left with Suzuki,” Cole says, like Kirby should have already known that information. 

“She,” he starts but trails off knowing he doesn’t have anything good to say. 

Cole gives him a pitying look, clapping him on the shoulder before walking off. Kirby looks around, seriously lost as to why you would just leave with Suzuki when you were supposed to spend post game with him. He needed you, needed your soft smile and reassuring words after the hard loss. 

But instead he has to go home alone.

One

Both you and Kirby had been pulling away. You knew on your end it was trying desperately to ignore or get rid of the feelings you had for your best friend. You were tired of hurting and being disappointed by Kirby and his actions. 

However, Kirby had just gotten back from a long roadie and had been missing you more than usual. He asked for you to come over and you promised to be on time. 

You gathered everything you’d need for a TV show marathon and headed over to Kirby’s place. You were dressed pretty lazily and offered to bring snacks for the night and Kirby had shot you a list of things he wanted. 

A wash of nerves flows over you as you get up to his apartment door. You push it down as you use your key to get in and pause just past the threshold when you hear more than one voice in the living room. 

“What about the one girl you’re always with?” you hear a soft voice ask, a girl no doubt but not one you recognize right away. 

“(y/n)? Nah she-” Kirby trails off and your heart skips when your name is released from his lips. “She’s nothing. Just a friend. We could never be together.” 

“And me and you?” the girl asks quietly, carefully. You hear a soft shuffle and the rustle of bodies moving closer. 

“Whatever you want baby,” Kirby whispers. 

You take the chance and peek around the wall into the living room and see Kirby kissing the unknown girl. Your hand slides to your mouth, desperate not to make a noise. You trace your steps back from where you came and the minute the door clicks shut behind you the tears flow freely. 

You never truly expected Kirby would confess his undying love for you. He didn’t drop hints that he secretly liked you, never explicitly said anything, or suggested there would be more. It seemed it would only just be friends. It didn’t make his confirmation hurt any less. 

And One

It’s been two weeks since you were supposed to have a TV show marathon with Kirby and now after what he thinks of you as ghosting him you weren’t answering a single text or call from him either. 

“What the fuck is going on with you?” Cole asks after a particularly rough practice for Kirby. 

“I’m just distracted man. Worried about (y/n),” he says, trying to shrug it off like nothing. 

“What happened?” Nick asks, tuning into the conversation. 

“I don't know man,” Kirby sighs. “We were supposed to hangout a few weeks ago at my place but she never showed up. I haven't heard anything from her since.” 

“Does she have a key to your apartment?” Cole asks. 

“Yeah?” 

“Was anyone at your apartment that night?” Nick asks. 

“Oh my god,” Kirby sighs out. “Oh my god!” 

It hits him like a ton of bricks all at once. What he said to Anna that night, the reassurance and the lies slipping from his lips. The sole focus on forgetting you, forgetting the intense feelings he has, the heartbreak he’s trying to avoid so desperately. 

You heard every word of it. 

He doesn't say another word to the boys, just grabs his stuff and heads to your apartment as quickly as humanly possible. When he gets there, he bangs on the door several times before listening to any movement that may have come from inside. 

“(y/n)!” he yells, still knocking on the door as hard as possible. 

“(y/n)!” he tries again, softer and more scared. 

“I know I fucked up,” he says, it’s almost a whisper but for some reason he knows you can hear him. He has the feeling you’re leaning against the door listening. 

“I know I did but,” he lets out a sigh. “don’t shut me out anymore. Let me in. please let me in.”

You lean your head against the door, closing your eyes and focusing on your heartbeat and the deafening silence on the other side. 

“Please darling,” Kirby begs quietly. 

You crack the door open and watch as Kirby’s eyes widen in surprise. You step to the side, letting the door open enough for Kirby to come in. He shuts it with a soft click and backs against it, his eyes never leaving yours. 

“I’m sorry,” he says and you’re not sure for what but you appreciate it anyway. 

“Can I,” he stutters. “Can we just-” 

You step forward, slipping your arms around his waist and he hesitates before grabbing you as tight and as close as possible. 

[bordysbae]

Can you do a cole caufield #2,4,16??? If not now worries just really need more cole content right now! Lov ur work btw

“injured”

cole caufield x reader

2. “you’re the only one who can calm him down”

4. “i’m here baby don’t worry”

16. “i need you right now”

ok so the scratched player part is a little confusing? i didn’t know how else to get the reader in the locker room, but just pretend it makes sense ok thanks

—

as you’re watching the game intently, cheering as loud as possible for your long term boyfriend cole, the world immediately stops spinning as soon as you see cole fall to the ground. he’s laying on the ice gripping his shoulder tight, clearly in immense pain.

“oh my god! why won’t he get up?” you exclaim, frantically scrambling for your badge incase you need to go down to the lockerroom.

jordan, kirby dachs girlfriend, rests her hand upon your shoulder in an effort to calm you down. “hey, y/n it’s okay i promise. he’s gonna be okay, the game is almost over there’s half a period left. you’ll see him soon, and if it’s anything super serious they’ll come get you okay? just try to relax,” she reassures you. you try to take deep breaths, but as he’s ushered off of the ice, visibly crying, you can’t help but worry even more. immediately cole’s mom starts texting you, and you just feel incredibly overwhelmed by the situation.

you watch as the coach tells one of the scratched players to go help cole to the locker room, which worries you even more. before you even realize it, the scratched player comes out and asks you to come with him to the locker room. “he’s totally freaking out, he thinks he won’t be able to play for the season. you’re like the only one who can calm him down,”

“fuck! that’s horrible,” you say as you both walk towards the locker room area. you flash your badge to the security guard and he lets you both through. as you enter the empty locker room, you can hear cole quietly crying in his stall.

“oh coley, i’m so sorry,” you say as you move towards him. you crouch in front of the injured boy, and wipe his tears for him.

“i need you right now, can you come sit next to me?” he asks, and you immediately obey by sitting next to him on the bench. you gently rub your shoes against the red carpet of the locker room, as cole complains about how everything happened. he finishes his ramble with an audible sigh, and rests his head on your shoulder.

“i’m sorry cole. i’m here baby, dont worry,” you state as you play with his damp hair. you usually hate the sweat, and refuse to hug or touch cole unless he’s had his post game/practice shower, but the only thing that matters right now is making your boyfriend feel better.

[turcott3]

IM GETTING MARRIED YALL

Birthdays-K. Dach

Kirby Dach x fem! Reader

In which Kirby makes it a birthday to never forget

Warnings?; Kissing, light drinking, crowds, teasing, prob some errors, I hope you enjoy!!

“Do I really have to wear the blindfold?” You huffed as Kirby pulled the soft material over your eyes.

“Yes, it’s a surprise for a reason.” He laughed tying the back into a secure knot.

You playfully shook your head with a sigh that quickly turned into a giggle as he pinched your side, feeling his large hand wrapped around one of yours as he walked you two towards something.

“Someone’s not gonna jump out and kill me are they?” You teased.

“Hmm..maybe, you’ll just have to wait and see.”

“Kirby!”

While you couldn’t see it due to the material over your eyes from the way giggles floated from his mouth you knew there was a big grin covering his face.

You figured you were heading to the car and when you heard the familiar beep of his G-wagon unlock you knew you were right.

“If we’re going to dinner why can’t I know where we’re going?” You questioned as he began to drive through the roads of Montreal.

“Because it’s a surprise.” He laughed not changing his answer from the last seven times you’d asked him about what, where, and why.

You eventually gave up and resumed a normal conversation for the rest of the car ride, butterflies beginning to flutter around when you felt him pull into a parking spot and the large car shut off.

“Are we here?”

“Yep” he spoke softly before exiting the car and rounding your side, opening the door for you and guiding you out.

He kept a tight hold on you as he walked you into some building, it was oddly quiet for a restaurant or something and it didn’t smell like food and for some reason it sounded like you were back at your house?

You were about to question him but his soft voice in your ear had you halting.

“You can take it off now.” He whispered as he placed a kiss just under your ear and stepped back.

“Finally.” You laughed pulling the soft material off only to be met with loud shouts and cheers coming from close friends and family.

“Surprise!!” Filled throughout what looked to be a venue, your parents running to hug you.

You felt tears prick your eyes as their arms surrounded you, leaving them back home and being in Montreal wasn’t easy and you had been missing them more than you’d like to admit.

They pulled back after a moment, both placing kisses to your head as more people came forward for hugs and to wish you a happy birthday.

There were many familiar faces from the team, players, ex players, wives and girlfriends that you’d gotten close with and Kirby’s family as well.

After many many hugs you set out to find the man that made this all possible, finding him tucked in a small corner of your kitchen with a snack and drink you wasted no time running over to him.

He smiled as you reached him, his arms surrounding you as your wrapped around his middle.

“You did all of this for me?” You cried into his chest.

“Of course, you deserve every bit of it.” He spoke softly.

“Thank you.” You said as you pulled back to look up at the Canadian.

“Don’t have to thank me baby, I wanted to do this for you.” He replied, dipping down to place a sweet kiss to your lips.

He held you in his arms for a few beats longer until he pulled away with a kiss to your head, his hand moving to wrap around yours as he pulled you to show you some of the decorations around the house

After about two hours of mingling and catching up with those you hadn’t seen in a while Kirby came up and pulled you from your conversation with Arber and His girlfriend.

“You wanna bring food out?” He asked softly.

“Yes please, I’m starving.” You blushed as your stomach rumbled right as the words left your mouth.

“Noted” he laughed before heading off in the direction of a kitchen.

A little bit later there was a table filled with food and a line around the table as people gathered for food.

“Arber dude, leave some for the rest of us!” Cole laughed from his spot behind the defensemen in line.

Arber simply replied with the flip of his middle finger causing the Slovakian behind Cole to giggle at his friends antics.

You joined in line behind Juraj but he quickly moved and put you in front of him.

“Juraj you don’t have to move, I’m find being behind you.” You laughed.

“No you’re the birthday girl, you go ahead of me.” He waved you off.

You shook your head in reply but stayed in your spot, moving down the line for food laughing as Cole continued to pick with Arber before finally filling your plate and having a seat at one of the tables.

You were in your own little world when you felt the chair next to you pull out and sat was your boyfriend but with no plate.

“Where’s your food?” You frowned.

“Wanted to make sure everyone got some first, I can wait.” He shrugged.

You moved to stand to go get him a plate but his hands on your arms stopping you and his little giggle had you freezing in place.

“Baby I’m fine, sit down and eat.”

You hated that even though his voice was soft and sweet there was still an edge of dominance in there that had you sitting in seconds.

You stabbed one of the potato’s on your plate before holding it front of him, watching as his mouth wrapped around the fork and his eyes locked intently on you.

“Don’t look at me like that.” You breathed.

“Like what?” He smirked

“You know what.”

He winked in response watching as you turned away and went back to eating your food, a soft blush not coating your cheeks from his teasing.

Once everyone was done eating most people found themselves outside in the large yard. A makeshift dance floor had been created, couples and friends dancing to the music that began to spill from the speakers Kirby had installed outside last summer.

You were watching Cole attempt to dougie when a hand slipped in yours and pulled you onto the dance floor.

The familiar scent of Kirby’s expensive cologne filled your senses as you pressed your back to his chest, his arms wrapping around your front as he swayed the two of you side to side.

“Are you having fun?” He questioned.

“So much fun, I really wasn’t expecting this.”

“I’m glad I could surprise you, wanted to make this day special for you.” He smiled softly.

“It’s been amazing.” You spoke as you turned to face him, arms thrown over his shoulders while his rested on your hips the two of you moving to the song that played through the speakers.

After a bit of dancing with him you were pulled away from some of the other Wags for pictures, many of them taking singles of you for you to post later and many group ones.

You once again found your way back to the tall brunette, this time in his lap as he rested in one of the patio chairs nursing the same beer he’d had for over an hour now.

“Do I get to know my gift?” You smirked down at him.

“Hmm, I don’t know. Have you earned it?” He teased.

“Earned it?! I’ll have you know I’ve waited alllll year for this mister.” You giggled.

“That right?”

“Mhm, been waiting to see how you could top last year.” You smiled thinking about the little kittens he’d gotten you for your birthday last year.

They’d been dumped and rescued together and after finding out they were bonded Kirby knew he couldn’t leave one and that’s how you ended up with two little furry children.

“I don’t think anything could top our babies.” He laughed.

“Definitely Not.” You agreed.

“But, I guess I can go get your gift for you.” He huffed playfully.

“You know you could get me a rock and I’d love it right?.” You asked.

“I know baby, and that’s why I like to spoil you whenever I can.” He smiled, placing a kiss to your cheek before singling for you to get up as he stood and headed into the house.

You went back to the girls, talking about trips they’d taken and offseason gossip, new things at target and everything you’d all missed in your short weeks apart.

You truly hadn’t noticed the body behind yours Until Gally’s Wife pointed behind you and you turned with a confused look on your face until you found your boyfriend down on one knee below you.

“Oh my god.” You cried, tears already begging to fill your eyes.

“Baby, these past years with you have been so special. You’ve stuck with me during some of my worst and hardest points in life and have never given up on me. Everyday you show me an unconditional love that I am beyond lucky to be able to experience, you show me how lucky of a man I am to have an outstanding woman like you to come home to. Waking up and getting you love you and our sweet fur babies everyday is something I want to do forever. So with that, will you marry me?.” He spoke, tears of his own escaping.

“Yes! God yes.” You cried jumping slightly as he slipped the gorgeous ring on your finger.

You pulled him into a kiss the second his lips were on yours, hands holding his scruffy cheeks tightly as tears began to mix into your kiss.

“I love you so much.” You sobbed.

“I love you more baby.”

He held you close for a little longer until you pulled back to take another look at the ring.

“This wasn’t the kind of rock I was talking about earlier but damn it’ll do.” You said causing both of you to break out in giggles.

“You like it then?” He asked

“It’s perfect Kirbs.” You smiled pulling him into another quick kiss before turning to the crowd and throwing your hand in the air.

Everyone cheered loudly, your family pulling you into a tight hug and Kirby’s after before you made it to your friends.

The girls screamed and cried with you, everyone looking at the ring and taking a picture of you with your hand up.

After all the commotion had died down a bit you found him once again, making your way to him you tucked yourself under his arm observing the crowd full of people you loved.

“Just so you know this didn’t top the kitties.” You laughed playfully.

“Like I said, nothing can top them.”

-

Dedicated to @turcott3 🎈

[drysdalesworld]

them with a highly energetic child

headcanons of the boys with a highly energetic child (& x fem!reader)

the boys who have a highly energetic daughter:

QUINN HUGHES

— poor man’s trying his best fr. his patience is always tested with his daughter

— he’s always tired before the day ends due to how energetic she is but he doesn’t complain as he tries to soak up as much time as he can with her as he’s usually gone due to hockey

— poor dude gets all blushy & awkward whenever she waved to strangers & talks to them. quinn mumbles an apology to them before whisking her away, telling her how careful she needs to be to those she does not know as some people aren’t that friendly

— loves loves seeing his wife/reader interact with their daughter. she looks so much like you

— ^ like she got all of your good qualities & he’s just in awe every time he sees the reader & their daughter interact. nearly brings him to tears every time

— accidentally falls asleep sometimes during playtime but his little girl honestly doesn’t mind! she always ends up joining him & reader finds them both passed out on the couch, cuddled together

— baby girl is NOT afraid to speak her mind so she always ends up saying lovely things to the tv or the refs during quinns games. very passionate about the game & her fathers safety on the ice

NICO HISCHIER

— he’s able to switch from being soft & gentle to highly energetic within seconds

— his face always lights up when he sees her it’s the sweetest thing ever

— loves picking her up in his arms & just kinda tossle her around as he knows she loves it. her high shrieked giggles is what always wakes you up in the morning

— is quite literally the only person that’s able to calm her down enough to get her ready in the morning. does her hair & gets her dressed for you before he has to leave for morning skate

— also got her a backpack leash. it’s a pink poodle & she ALWAYS has that thing on (she loves bolting)

— the devils absolutely love her & nico always ask if she can tag along for a practice & the answer is always yes

— nico wanted to put her in dance bc he secretly wants to be that dad that dances with his daughter on the stage for her first recital

— makes “parkour” obstacles for her during playtime to get her energy out

— randomly throws her over his shoulder sometimes & just runs around the house

— he always asks if the three of you could take his pregame nap with him just so he could have the reader & his daughter close to him before he has to leave

— he goes all out on halloween & all three of you have matching costumes. your daughter is so excited about it that she can’t shut up about it

KIRBY DACH

— he’s such a gentle giant w/ her & lets her climb him like a monkey without complaint

— ^ eventually he’ll take her into his arms & just dangle her by her legs & gently shake her as she laughs or blow raspberries into her stomach/neck

— she always runs through or around his legs so he’s always on the lookout for her whenever he’s home just so he doesn’t topple over her on accident

— he skates up to the glass wherever you two are sitting & puts his hand + forehead on it. she copies him before smacking the glass, letting him skate off before blowing reader & their daughter a kiss

— likes to take her wherever he goes, especially if it’s a new city she hasn’t been to yet while they’re traveling ( & when they’re allowed to attend the away game). he likes showing her his favorite places & her face is so cute when she sees all the pretty lights

— dances with her while the both of you make breakfast, lunch, or dinner. sometimes throws her up in the air & catches her

— they both have matching bracelets that she made. he never takes it off

— likes to take her energy out through painting/arts & crafts. she likes to get messy so she’ll be covered in paint with a gummy smile. kirby joins in at times so both of them are covered in paint (there’s too many pictures on your instagram of the two of them like that lol)

— she literally gets whatever she wants w/ just one look & kirby’s already putty & taking out his card 😭

JAMIE DRYSDALE

— poor man is a struggling first time father & having a highly energetic child on top of that as an extreme introvert is something he’s working on

— he absolutely loves her to death don’t get him wrong but there’s a reason why everyone chirps him for being so shy & quiet

— whenever he’s home, she demands for jamie to play w/ her & he’s immediately following her into the corner of the living room where all of her toys are

— always playing tea time with her & he loves loves it

— he’s always tired after playing with her & he gets tired super easily but he’s def getting better at it!

— jamie’s managed to convince his daughter that she needs naps throughout the day to maintain her energy & to play so she always has him whisk her off for naps. he gently tucks her in & lightly sings her a lullaby to sleep (something he does during bedtime too). these are probably the only times reader & jamie has some peace & quiet so they definitely take advantage of it by relaxing or catching up

— is so gentle with her when he brings her along for morning skate. the entire team is, they adore her fr

— when he gets traded, he was a bit nervous to introduce her to the flyers but baby girl was so excited she practically wiggled out of his arms & introduced herself to every one on the team. he could only sit back & admire how friendly his child was

— super proud & thankful to have a child who is a splitting image of reader. he loves reader so much that he’s glad their daughter looks just like her. like, you both made that person? he feels like the luckiest man on earth

— doesn’t hesitate to let trevor babysit (when he’s proven himself worthy lol). trevor is ever more energetic than his daughter so she’s always passed out in her bed when jamie & his love get back from their date

COLE CAUFIELD

— his daughter may look like reader but she’s 100% coles kid with her attitude & personality

— literally bolts anytime she gets. she thinks it’s a game & always giggles when cole or you chase her around the house trying to catch her

— she climbs cole like a tree. climbs anything like a tree really

— the only time she is calm is when reader reads her a bedtime story. baby girl is literally silent as she grips onto every word you speak to her. it’s kinda eerie to see her like this as she usually speaks hundred miles per hour to you & cole

— cole always takes her to morning skate with him when granted permission. he slaps some skates on her & she immediately takes off. she’s not super well balanced on skates yet but she still has so much fun nonetheless. more often than not, she falls asleep in the car on the ride home

— cole attempts to dress her most days but it always ends up in a disaster as she most likely will look like she herself dressed herself lol

— always gets her a piece of jewelry for her birthdays. it was his signature with reader & now it’s also his tradition/signature with their daughter as well. it was usually small things when she was little & then he began to get her things like necklaces or rings when she got older & could keep more track of them

— holds her at any chance he gets

the boys who have a highly energetic son:

JACK HUGHES

— is 100% delighted to have a son that is literally a splitting image of himself

— ^ they’re partners in crime fr

— always takes him places during roadies when reader & their son join him. he loves showing him all of the places he’s visited & getting him cute little souvenirs for memory’s sake

— neither of them know how or when to shut the fuck up sometimes

— jack signed him up for hockey lessons when he was super young & started to show signs of being highly energetic but reader pushed back a bit bc she wanted their son to explore other sports than just hockey

— ^ he was a little heart broken when he found out you signed him up for soccer & that your son seemed more interested in that than hockey but little dude is such a menace on the field just like his dad so he can’t really complain about that

— poor reader is always tired out by both of her boys that they always catch her asleep on the couch or in their bed. the two join her in her naps & it’s one of the rare & peaceful moments they have where jack & his son are willingly quiet & calm as they join reader in her slumber

— he always makes new friends wherever he goes & always has a great time no matter the weather

— reader & jack’s son is so much like his father in the way that he’s protective over his mother & respects her

— ^ once at jack’s games, their son had noticed some rando trying to pick up on reader & boy was he having none of it. their little boy glared at the stranger & pulled reader closer to him before saying “my mommy” & shooing the dude away. jack literally high fived his son once he was told the story from reader (“that’s my little man! good job buddy!”)

— the summers at the lake house are always interesting. jack loves scaring the shit of you by holding your son in his arms as he wake boards. reader yells at him to not drop their son & has a heart attack when he “pretends” to drop him only to tighten his grip on their boys body. the two of them always go off & have their own fun during the summer while the reader enjoys her break talking & laughing w/ ellen

— jack puts your son to bed by 8pm bc he’s always hella tired by that time due to how much he’s running around & playing w/ his dad

LUKE HUGHES

— everyone should be concerned for this man bc his child does not give a single fuck

— ^ his son always wakes up in the wee hours of the morning just to run around & play. it’s lukes job to wrangle him back into bed

— luke bought his son a backpack leash so he doesn’t go running off when something else catches his attention (it’s a monkey one too)

— always has time for his son though so he’ll literally drop ANYTHING just for him

— is the one to put him to bed & read him a bedtime story. you always catch luke fast asleep on your sons tiny bed, his hand unconsciously rubbing the boys small back

— luke may not be the first person to wake up in the morning but he’s usually the one to keep your son busy while the reader makes breakfast or takes care of herself in the morning

— sometimes he just tossles him & carries him like a bag (yknow those tiktoks where they carry their kids by their jackets when they don’t want to walk) & he absolutely loves it. his son giggled so loudly as he just hangs or is getting thrown on the couch pillows

— during the summer, your son tends to burn more than you or luke so luke kind of goes overboard on the sunscreen & makes sure that he has a rash guard on for extra protection. puts a towel over him too on the boat if luke notices that his son is even a little red

— ^ throws his son into the lake all the time. he always asks for it too, practically climbing up luke as he begs for him to throw him into the water. his giggles always bring a smile to both of your faces as he shouts “again! again!”

— luke likes to gather the both of you into his arms & guide you guys into bed for his pregame naps. it’s usually luke, your son, & then you all cuddled together but sometimes it’s luke spooning you while you hold your son. it’s a cute sight

TREVOR ZEGRAS

— off the walls ecstatic to have a son that can match his energy

— this man is so happy to have a mini him it’s crazy

— loves running around with his & creating games for him to play

— def gets him into sports very early on & not just hockey. trev signs him up for soccer, basketball, baseball, golf, etc.

— he also sometimes just carries him or dangle him by his legs to “shake” out all the energy his son has before bedtime. it’s something that his parents used to do to him when he was younger & it seemed to work & help him so now he does it to his son too

— loves to post on his instagram story about their play times & adventures. it’s so sickeningly cute

— if his son were to scream out of nowhere randomly, then so will trevor. if his son just gets up & starts running out of nowhere, trevor will follow right after

— these two love to have cereal for dinner all the time it actually upsets reader sometimes lol

— you three are obviously invited to the lake house during the summertime by the hughes family & it’s always such a blast for trev & his son

— ^ yknow the picture of chris hemsworth w/ one of his children? the one where he has them by their feet at the beach? yeah that gives me major trevor vibes w/ his son at the lake house

— ^^ your son does not burn at all. he only tans, just like his father. but trevor still makes sure to put sunscreen on him just to be sure

LUCA FANTILLI

— also off the walls ecstatic to have a kid just like him

— his son looks & acts just like him (praying for reader)

— the entire umich team loves your son so often not, luca always brings him to practices, games, & other team related events

— he always informs either you or luca whenever he needs to get his “jitters” out. so when he gets the green light, he always just ends up violently shaking or running in circles around luca

— uncle adam is definitely his favorite person but dude purposely gets his brothers son all riled up just for the fun of it & it’s something you always scold adam for

— luca always deals with his son whenever he’s overstimulated or reader needs a break & he’s always happy to do so

— he’s the one to wake up your son in order to let you sleep in. luca holds him close to his chest & squeezes him tight before gently “shaking” out his morning jitters. they then have a race to the kitchen where luca gets started on breakfast

— ^ always gets him dressed too. he lets his kid choose his own clothing of choice for the day & always tells him how handsome he is, no matter how weird the outfit looks. then they’re both off to the nearest park to spend some time together before heading back home to wake reader up with a dog pile & breakfast in bed

— always give him a puck during warm ups before a game. he literally screeches in delight when it happens

— loves showing off his son & reader so much. his instagram is full of just you & your son

— on the days he’s allowed to bring him to practice he brings in his son to monday questions & have him also answer the question

— always spins him around when he picks up up after a game

— so so gentle & patient with his son too

[turcott3]

danger zone

kirby dach x fem! reader

warnings?: smut, edging, shower sex, mirror sex, unprotected sex, kissing, marking, cursing, alcohol, vomiting

happy kinktober mini series!!

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“come on baby, let it all out.” your boyfriend who was dressed as goose from top gun said, knelt down behind you as you tossed everything you ate that day, drinking a tiny bit too much at the team halloween party.

“ugh fuck.” you groan, instantly sobering up after throwing up everything that was in your stomach.

“you feelin better now?” he giggles, pressing a cold rag to the back of your neck. he agreed to stay sober to look after you.

“mhm.” i nod, wiping my mouth.

“you know, even after throwing up, you still look so gorgeous.” he says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“i definitely don’t feel gorgeous.” you giggle lightly.

“i’m gonna run us a shower okay my love, gonna grab us some towels.” he says and you nod as he turns on the shower. you begin unbuttoning your shirt before you stop, deciding you wanna wait for him to return, which he eventually does.

you begin unbuttoning your shirt, revealing your bright red lace bra, the same one he bought you on your anniversary.

“wow.” he says, standing there watching you shed your clothes, you notice the bulge in his pants growing.

“do i look good kirby?” you say, tugging your skirt down your legs.

“you look fucking delicious.” he replies, as he begins to undress, revealing his toned upper body.

you approach him, your lips landing harshly on his. your tongue tangles against his as his hand finds its way to the back of your head. he nips your lip lightly before pulling away, tugging the rest of his costume off.

“waters warm, come on baby.” he says stepping in, reaching out his hand for you to take. you step in, standing in front of him, feeling his biner graze you. you couldn’t help but bite your lip, already wet at the fact that he gets so hard just by looking at you. you turn toward him, sliding his hard cock between your legs, not pushing him into you, moving your hips along his thick shaft, getting some much needed friction.

“mmm fuck.” you moan quietly, his hands landing on your hips. he grunts lightly above you, preparing you for what’s to come. he pushes you away from him slightly.

“turn around and bend over for me, baby. wanna be inside you.” he says against your lips before kissing them once again. you don’t reply and do as your told, turning around and bending over, holding onto the rag bar.

he comes up behind you, his hands wandering around your ass.

“this ass. all mine.” he says lowly, your cunt clenching at his words before he pushed himself into you with ease, thrusting slowly and deeply in and out of you stretched cunt.

“fuck.” you moan.

“feels so fucking good, such a good girl taking me like this.” he says, pulling you hips onto him a little harder.

“y-you’re so big baby, oh my god.” you moan. he thrusts a little quicker before retracting out of you.

“w-why’d you stop?” you ask feeling high and dry.

“cuz, wanna get you in the mirror.” he replies, his hard cock still standing as he washes his hair.

“you’re so horny for me, you’ve been hard since i took my shirt off.”

“hard not to be, you’re so fucking hot.” he replies, grabbing your jaw and bringing your lips to his. the two of you finish washing up and step out of the shower, seeing the lightly fogged mirror. you see him begin to jerk himself off behind you as you dry your hair, looking at him before turning around and poking your ass out, ready to take him all the way this time.

“mmm so ready for me baby.” he say’s running a finger through your folds.

“fuck me kirby.” you say lowly, which he liked, instantly sliding his throbbing cock into you.

“fuck.” you wince not expecting it, earning a giggle from him. he thrusts deeply into you, making it hard for you to form any kind of conscious thought, his hand wrapping into your hair and pulling you up a little bit. as you look in the mirror, you can see your belly bulging as his swollen cock slides in and out of you. he follows your gaze in the mirror, seeing the bike he he’s causing, reaching his free hand over and pressing down on it, adding pressure inside you.

“oh my god.” you moan out as your legs grow weak and tired, your cunt tightening around him quickly.

“so close baby, gonna cum on my cock?” he locks eyes with you in the mirror before attaching his lips to your neck, sucking and nipping at the skin leaving you littered with hickeys as he fucked you so deep you couldn’t fathom it anymore. you felt a jolt of electricity as you came, hard. you saw stars as he fucked you through your climax, borderline bringing you to tears as he fucked you.

“oh my god.” you moan, grabbing harshly onto his hands as they help you up by your shoulders, tears leaving your leftovers mascara running as you came down from your high, spilling his own deep into your cervix.

“jesus baby, so fucking tight. fuck, taking my cum like a good girl.” he says as he pumps you full of his milky fluid, bottoming out and staying there.

“gotta make sure you keep it all baby. you’re all mine, that perfect pussy is mine. you’re mine. my gorgeous princess.” he says holding your jaw from behind and kissing your cheek. eventually he pulls out, his seed not spilling out of you as you pull a fresh pair of panties on, sliding on one of his shirts and climbing into bed, him following not far behind.

“mmmm i love you baby.” he says climbing over you.

“i love you too.” you can’t help but smile even though you know how sore you’ll be when you wake up.

“you’re all mine.” he mumbles against your lips, nipping at the skin before pulling away.

“all yours.” you reply as he reaches over to turn off the lamp.

“g’night doll.” he says next to you.

“goodnight.” you reply, your mind spinning in circles. sex being the only thing on your mind as you fell asleep.

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[droumack]

oh my god yes there is Definitely something there with evans/suzuki.....jake evans' deep case of catholic face really activates something for me

caufield/suzuki is imo the kind of ship that at first you're like well ofc it's so obvious. boring. and then you see the most intimate shit ever from them thats like oh wait.....that's insane of you to do (see: their recent goal celebrations that are only not kisses because of their visors, also this indicting video: https://x.com/canadiensmtl/status/1571891218220556288?s=46&t=riJtHhlsR19EPDNfKxxsrg)

also i feel like slafkovsky has NOT been ficced enough!!! he is so dramatic and expressive and Hates losing with an intensity thats somewhat unparalleled......kirby dach is a big gentle alberta boy who loves horses.......a franco goalie....hot coach.....franco bear veteran......natural blond defenseman.....they have it all !

please enjoy the habs polycule diagram i made the other night because yes they're not Great at hockey right now but they will be soon and they're all over each other. okay thank you for coming to my ted talk

to me caufield / suzuki doesn't make sense because i don't get how two bottoms being together works. like if you're a bottom and i'm a bottom who's driving the car etc etc etc

but i love that ship for other people

but yes i've heard great things about slaf x arber?

anyway this is diagram is incredible bravo