#mercer reader

[stereoqueen]

sunshine - pt1 - l.hughes

summary: luke walks into media after a win and recognizes a pair of eyes he hasn’t seen since he left the university of michigan behind. espnreporter! x luke hughes au

< au what to know > < next >

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"You have media in 10, Hughes!" Keefe yells through the locker room as Luke sighs, putting up his gear. Fresh off of a win, he was tired and ready to go home. He quickly showered and put his extra pair of clothes on, slipping on a hat over his wet curls. Leaving the locker room, bag in hand, he says goodbye to everyone as he walks to media.

The media room was large, podium in the middle with at least 20 reporters to talk to. Mercer walked out as Luke walked in. “Good luck bro, same old questions,” Dawson said as Luke sighed. He thought about even if they won, the questions are still the same and stupid. Dropping his stuff near the podium, he looks down to see a text from Jack.

Jack: Solid game bro. Have leftover pizza at home with your name on it! 🍕

He laughed as he quickly typed back,

Luke: Going to need it after suffering media… AGAIN!

Putting his phone down, he walks up the podium, fixing his hat so he can see through the bright lights better. The questions start to roll in as he gave the same basic answers. Nothing was new, until he heard the door open.

The back door creaked open as a woman sneaked in. She was wearing black trousers, white top, and a black trench coat. Her hair was pulled half up in a clip, and her media tags around her neck. She took a seat in the back, taking notes on her ipad in her left hand, and holding her recorder out in her right as Luke continued answering the question. His mind however, was on the woman, and why she looked so damn familiar. It’s like his memory was trying to assess why she was so familiar. Was it because she was one of the prettiest reporters he’s ever seen? Or was it the brown eyes that caught his attention.

“Luke— you were saying?” The reporter who asked him a question caught his attention back to reality as he sighed. A small smirk in his lips as he made eye contact with her and then back to the original reporter. “Sorry, I lost my train of thought. What I was trying to say is that this playoff push is….” He continues answering as his gaze lingers on the girl in the back.

15 minutes later and that was it. Questions were over, and the back lights turned on, giving Luke a clear look on who tripped him up earlier. She was packing up her stuff when he was leaving the podium. He was headed to ask what her name was and introduce himself when Amanda beat him to it. He tried to ease drop on the conversation, walking slow and taking his time out of the media room. He didn’t catch her name, but he did figure out how she looked so familiar.

“How was your first time in the media room? Crazy right?” Amanda asks her as Luke walks by. Her gaze follows him as she assessed his 6’3 frame. “It was great! Way bigger that Umich that’s for sure,” She said as Luke walked out the door.

His eyes widened when she said that.

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Flashback: Umich, 2022

It was a cool September day walking to practice on campus. Sophomore Luke Hughes was feeling good. Games were about to start, and he was going to prove why he should be in the NHL now. He decided to stop by the coffee shop next to the rink before practice, as he needed a caffeine fix after a long day of class. Loud, full of students, and busy, but absolutely worth the wait. He placed his order and waited in the corner on his phone, texting Dylan, his roommate that he would be cutting it close to practice.

“Coconut latte for Hallie!” The barista said as Luke looked up, thinking that the H was going to be Hughes.

A girl in jeans and a bright sun yellow top went up to the coffee bar to get the latte. Luke’s eyes followed down her frame subtlety as she said thank you to the barista. Her hair was long, honey blonde highlights popping against her tan skin. She turned around to walk towards the door, and towards him — he couldn’t help but stare. She was gorgeous. The embodiment of yellow. She waved to a few girls to his right, smiling as she rushed off. He moved out of the way and held the door as she looked back to him.

“Thanks! I appreciate it!” She said to him, smiling big as she walked out the door. Stunned by her genuine thank you, his face turned pink. “No problem,” He mumbled to himself as the door shut behind him. All he thought of was how beautiful her brown eyes were. They looked like little chocolate kisses. Oh how he wanted to get lost in them—

“Iced coffee for Hughes!” The barista yelled through the shop, snapping him out of it as he looked down at his watch. “Shit!” He said to himself as he grabbed the coffee and sprinted out the door to practice.

Rushing to practice, the guys laughed as Luke ran through the front door and up to the locker room. His coffee, half full from sprinting in his hand as he dropped his stuff and put his gear on faster than one can say Go Blue!

He made it to the ice with two minutes to spare, gaining looks from his friends. “Dude, what took you so long?” Dylan whispered as Luke tilted his head, trying to make up a better excuse. “Um, took longer than I thought?” He mumbled as he fixed his gloves.

“Okay! Before we start, I want to introduce some of the ladies you are going to be working with this season. We have Gab, Maggie, and Lauren as our returning social media team! and our newest member is our on ice reporter, Hallie!” Coach said as Luke looked to the bench, recognizing the girl from the coffee shop.

He had his helmet on so he was praying she wouldn’t recognize him. He was embarrassed that the first interaction was that way. Him stumbling over words and being distracted by her smile.

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Luke was on fire his second year at Michigan. He couldn’t help but wonder if she was the reason why. Scoring or making a crazy play would lead him to her to be interviewed. So, he did everything could to be interviewed, building his stardom as he did. It also helped that he had a crush on the reporter. Her energy was contagious, questions were detailed, and he could tell that she was into her job, and the sport which was a good change. Her soft honey brown eyes had him head over heels since the coffee shop. The team could see the change in the young defenseman’s demeanor. He wouldn’t avoid the camera as much anymore. He would try to interact with social media more, and get to know the social staff.

Hallie didn’t know that Luke was originally “afraid” of media. They would have to pull teeth to get him to interview or interact with the camera off the ice. But when she came around, it all changed. She noticed this when Gab came up to her after practice and said something.

It was December 2022, the high of the season before the break. Hallie had just finished interviewing Luke, who had scored twice this game. “Well that’s all I have for our superstar. Our next game is after the break, see you then.” She signed off to the camera as Luke wiped his face off, leaving the camera’s sight. “Thanks sunshine, see you after break,” Luke said, crooked smile as Hallie returned the smile. “See you then, superstar!” She joked as she walked over to Gab.

Gab was laughing as she passed Hallie her water. “What’s the laughs for?” She asked Gab as she shook her head. “I don’t know what you’ve done, but I’ve never seen Luke interact this way with media— ever!” Gab said as Hallie shrugs. “No idea, Maybe he likes the attention?” Hallie joked as Lauren comes up next to them, “If you’re talking about Hughes… he has a huge crush on you. Anyone with a pair of eyes can see it, Hals.” Hallie’s face dropped as Lauren said that, “No way.”

Lauren leans against the wall, camera in hand — showing a picture of the two of them interviewing. His eyes were locked into hers as she asked a question. Her smile bright. The Live Photo goes as she can see his eyes go down to her lips and back up to her eyes, a small micro change in view. Hallie’s face turns hot. “Oh my,”

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Present time, March 2025

“Way bigger than Umich huh? That’s what Hughes said almost two years ago when he got here,” Amanda says to her as she smiles. “Did you know him?” She continues as Hallie tilts her head.

“Kinda. I wasn’t close to him but we knew of each other. But now, I’d be shocked if he knew my name,” Hallie tells her colleague as they walk out of the media room, walking down the hall to the parking garage. They talk about what Hallie needs to do for the upcoming week, with correlation to the Devils’ schedule in alignment with ESPN’s. By the time, they reach the garage, most of the cars are gone.

“Well, you have my number if you need me! See you on Sunday for morning skate!” Amanda yells across the garage as they go to their separate ways.

A BMW rolls past Hallie as she looks up to see the infamous man himself. He stops at the exit, not noticing her, but some little kids asking to sign their jerseys. He rolls down the window, signing them and making conversation. She walks by the exit, knowing her car is parked in a different lot since she didn’t get her passes until now.

Finishing up with the last kid, Luke looks up to see the woman walking to her car. She opens the back driver’s door to set her bag in the back. Looking up slightly, she sees his hazel eyes looking at her intently. He smiles, a real smile, not one he does for the camera as her brown eyes light up. He would never forget those eyes.

She hops in the car, windows down as she goes to back up and exit the area. She looks to see the BMW pass again, windows down as “Brown Eyed Girl” by Van Morrison plays through his speakers.

“I guess he did remember me after all,” She said to herself as she backed up out of her parking spot to head to her apartment.

By the time she made it to her apartment, her phone had blown up with new followers on Instagram and Twitter.

Instagram: lhughes_06 has sent you a follow request!

Instagram: lhughes_06 has sent you a direct message!

Instagram: lhughes_06: Think I saw a ray of Sunshine in the Devils media room tonight.

She blushed, shaking her head as she approved his request and typed back a quick message.

halliebrooks: Just as original as the last time I saw you, superstar.

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“Rusty! You’re back! Traffic was that bad?” Jack asked from the couch as his little brother huffed into the apartment.

Luke shut the door, dropped his stuff and immediately flopped onto the couch. He felt so dumb, stalking her instagram and then immediately dm’ing her. His mood was ruined if she took it the wrong way. Jack, confused on why his brother didn’t run to the open box of pizza, stood up and over him. He put his hand on his face to feel his head. “Nope, not warm but something is definitely off,” Jack said as Luke swatted his hand away.

“I’m just not hungry,” Luke grumbled as he felt his phone buzz. Excitedly, his mood instantly changed as he sat up and read the notifications.

Instagram: halliebrooks accepted your follow request!

Instagram: halliebrooks has sent you a direct message!

Instagram: halliebrooks: Just as original as the last time I saw you, superstar.

Luke jumped off the couch, grabbing a beer from the fridge and starting to eat the pizza as he tried to craft a message back.

“Okay I don’t know what the fuck just happened but you need to explain. NOW!” Jack pestered as Luke talked through his pizza. “I take that back. Eat and then explain why you just pulled a 180 like that.”

The commercial’s annoying jingle ended as ESPN came back on the screen. Luke immediately pointed to the TV, where the Devils broadcast was wrapping up. Hallie Brooks, ESPN Reporter was doing her highlight review of the game, taking over for Emily Kaplan. Jack’s gaze whipped from Luke eating to the TV and then back to Luke who was glued to the TV.

“This is THE famous Sunshine? No way.” Jack says as Luke shoves another piece of pizza in her mouth. “You gotta explain, start from the beginning before you put another piece in your mouth, or I’m calling Q.”

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taglist: @chiblackhawks @hwalllllllelujah @dancerbailey3

[brainddeadd]

omg baby devil asking the devil boys and matt to open an orange for her

The Orange Test 🍊

Y/N sat on the couch, phone propped up, barely able to hide her grin. “Alright, let’s see how the boys react when I ask them to open an orange for me.”

She had seen this trend all over TikTok—the “orange test” to see how guys would react to a simple request. And what better way to try it than with the most chaotic group of hockey players she knew?

She grabbed an orange and turned to her first victim.

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Jack Hughes

“Jack,” she called sweetly, holding out the orange. “Can you open this for me?”

Jack turned his head, immediately squinting at her in suspicion. “Are you serious?”

“Yes.”

“Do your hands not work? Did something happen? Blink twice if you’re being held hostage.”

“Jack.”

“Y/N.”

She rolled her eyes. “Just open it.”

He sighed dramatically, flopping onto the couch like she had just asked him to carry her up a mountain. “I swear, I do everything for you. You’re so needy. What would you do without me?”

“Live peacefully.”

Jack peeled the orange aggressively, muttering under his breath the entire time. “I play in the NHL, and this is what my life has come to. Peeling oranges like I’m a damn personal chef—”

Once it was open, he held it out to her with an exaggerated flourish. “Your highness, your peeled fruit.”

Y/N took it with a smirk. “Thanks, Jacky.”

He groaned. “I take it back. Next time, starve.”

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Luke Hughes

She turned to Luke next, holding out the orange. “Lukey, can you open this for me?”

Luke blinked at her. “Why?”

“Because I asked.”

He stared for a few seconds like he was processing the request, then shrugged and took the orange. Without another word, he started peeling it like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“You’re not even gonna question it?” Y/N asked, surprised.

Luke flicked a piece of peel at her. “Nah. Too much effort.”

She snorted. “Appreciate it, Lukey.”

Luke handed her the orange with a nod. “Anytime, I guess?”

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Nico Hischier

“Nico, can you open this for me?”

Nico took the orange but immediately looked at her like she had just asked him to solve a math equation. “Why?”

“I just can’t do it.”

“Why not?”

“I just can’t.”

Nico frowned. “Are you hurt?”

“No.”

“Then why can’t you do it?”

She huffed. “Nico, just open it.”

He sighed, peeling the orange efficiently but still watching her like she was a puzzle he needed to solve. “You’re sure you’re okay?”

“Yes.”

“You’re not injured? You’re not hiding something?”

“Nico,” she deadpanned.

He handed her the orange but kept his captain face on. “If you need help with something, you know you can tell me, right?”

She melted a little. “I know, Neeks. This is just a TikTok trend.”

He rolled his eyes but ruffled her hair before walking away. “Unbelievable.”

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Dawson Mercer

“Daws, can you open this?”

“Yeah, of course,” Dawson said easily, taking the orange.

Y/N sat back, waiting.

Dawson… just sat there.

Holding the orange.

Not peeling it.

A full minute passed.

She waved a hand. “Dawson?”

“What?”

“The orange?”

“Oh. Yeah. One sec.”

Another minute passed.

Y/N sighed. “Dawson, you literally said yes. Why aren’t you doing it?”

Dawson grinned. “I forgot.”

She smacked his arm. “How did you forget? It’s in your hand!”

Dawson just laughed, tossing the orange in the air. “I’ll get to it eventually.”

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Matt Rempe

Then came Matt.

She held the orange out to him. “Matt, can you open this for me?”

Matt didn’t question her. No hesitation, no teasing. He simply reached out, took the orange gently, and began peeling it with the most focused expression she’d ever seen on him.

She watched him, taken aback by how effortlessly he seemed to do it. He wasn’t making a big deal out of it like Jack or questioning her like Nico. It was simple. Calm.

"You're not going to mock me or make some sarcastic comment?" she asked, surprised.

Matt looked at her, soft brown eyes meeting hers. “You don’t always need to do everything yourself, Y/N. It’s okay to ask for help sometimes.” He said it so casually, but it meant so much more than just peeling an orange.

She smiled, the warmth of his words washing over her. “Thanks, Matt.”

Once the orange was perfectly peeled, he handed it to her with a small grin. “Anything for you. Besides, it’s a perfect excuse to spend a few minutes with you.”

Her heart fluttered at the sincerity in his voice. "You're sweet," she whispered, feeling a warmth rush through her chest.

Matt leaned in, his voice low and soft, “I’m just doing what feels natural.” He gave her a wink, and she knew that there was no one else who could make her feel quite like he did.

She smiled at him, holding the peeled fruit in her hand, but in that moment, it wasn’t just about the orange—it was about the connection they were building, one small gesture at a time.

“Thank you, Matt,” she said, quietly but with more meaning than ever before.

[nobitchs-world]

What people think I mean when I say I like white boys:

What I actually mean:

[blakeswritingimagines]

You Wearing Their Clothes

Quinn Hughes: Quinn's eyes light up at the sight of you wearing his clothes, a wide grin spreading across his face as he approaches you. "Well, well, well… aren't you looking cozy in my clothes," he teases, unable to keep the hint of affection from his voice as he moves closer. His hands instinctively reach out to draw you near, gently tugging you closer so your body is pressed against his. He runs his fingers lightly across the collar of his hoodie you're wearing, his touch tender and possessive at the same time.

Jack Hughes: Jack’s face lights up when you wearing his clothes, his eyes instantly soften and a warm smile spreads across his face. "You look so comfortable in my clothes," he says, his voice filled with affection. He approaches you, his gaze roaming over your form, admiring the way his clothes drape on her figure. His hand reaches out involuntarily to touch the fabric, his fingertips grazing it gently, as if he’s afraid to disturb the moment. "You look so natural in them," he whispers, leaning in slightly.

Luke Hughes: Luke would probably find it cute and endearing if you wore his clothes. He might feel a sense of pride and tenderness, but also would find it adorable and charming. He might tease you about it playfully, saying you look good in his clothes or that they suit you better than him. He would likely enjoy the fact that you're comfortable enough with him to borrow his belongings, and he would appreciate the way that you look in his clothes. He would probably feel a sense of closeness and intimacy, and would hug you tightly. Overall, Luke would be pleased and charmed to see his partner wearing his clothes.

Nico Hischier: Nico smiles warmly as he sees you wearing his clothes, particularly his hoodies which are a bit big for you. He approaches you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. He nuzzles his face into your hair and takes a deep breath, inhaling your scent. He can't help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction seeing you in his clothes, as if it's a visible sign that you're his. He gives you a gentle squeeze and whispers in your ear. "You look cute in my hoodie."

Timo Meier: Timo's face lights up with a mix of surprise and admiration as he lays eyes on you wearing his clothes. He can't help but smirk, feeling a combination of affection and possessiveness in that moment. He takes a step closer, his gaze tracing the way you wear his shirt, and how it fits snugly on your figure. Timo runs a hand through his hair, a hint of pride in his eyes. "You look damn good in my clothes."

Dawson Mercer: Dawson takes in the sight of you wearing his clothes, and a warm grin spreads across his face. His heart feels full with affection and pride at seeing you in his clothes. He notices how the clothes sit on your body, hugging your curves and emphasizing your figure. He can't help but admire how adorable and sexy you look wearing his clothes, and it makes him feel a sense of possessiveness, knowing that you're wearing something that belongs to him. He takes a step closer, gently placing his hands on your hips. "You wear my clothes well."

John Marino: When John sees his partner wearing his clothes, he can't help but feel a wave of affection and warmth. He loves the way you look in his clothes, and it makes him feel proud and possessive at the same time. He may tease you gently and say something like "You know you look sexy in my clothes, don't you?" and give you a playful swat on the butt. He'll feel a strong sense of intimacy and closeness, and he'll likely pull you closer and wrap his arms around you, unable to keep his hands off you.

Kirby Dach: Kirby would find it endearing and amusing to see his partner wearing his clothes. He would likely tease you gently, calling you cute or adorable for wearing his oversized hoodie and sweatpants. He would find you even more endearing if you looked particularly comfy and cozy in his clothes, with your hair slightly messy and a satisfied smile on your face.

Juraj Slafkovsky: Juraj’s face lights up with a mix of affection and amusement as he sees you wearing his clothes. He finds the sight absolutely endearing and it warms his heart. He walks over to you and wraps his arms around you, giving you a tight embrace. “Well, look at you! You look absolutely adorable wearing my clothes. It’s a bit oversized on you, but it looks so cute.”

Arber Xhekaj: Arber’s eyes light up with contentment as he sees a glimpse you wearing his clothes. He cannot help but to let out a low whistle, taking in the sight of you in his attire. He stands there, arms crossed against his broad chest, his gaze roaming over your figure, appreciating how the clothes fit you so snuggly. A small smirk plays at the corners of his mouth as he takes a few steps towards you, his gaze fixed on you with a hint of desire. "You look good in my clothes."

Cole Caufield: Cole would be both amused and flattered if you wore his clothes. He might tease you playfully, but he would find it endearing and sexy. He would likely notice and appreciate how his clothes looked on you, and he would probably steal glances at you and admire you wearing his clothes. It would make him feel possessive and protective, and he would enjoy the sight of you in his clothes, feeling a sense of intimacy and connection with you.

Kaiden Guhle: Kaiden face lights up as he sees you wearing his clothes. He can't help but feel a warm and fuzzy feeling inside, as the sight of you donning his clothing is both endearing and incredibly sexy. He feels a sense of possessiveness and pride, as if he's marking his territory, but in a loving and protective way. He smiles warmly, admiring how good you look in his clothes. He can't help but feel drawn to you even more, admiring the way the fabric clings to your body.

Jamie Drysdale: Jamie's expression instantly lights up as he sees you wearing his clothes, a mixture of affection and curiosity flitting across his face. His eyes roam over you, taking in every detail of how his clothing looks on you. He can't help but notice the way his shirt fits your body, how his jeans or sweats hug your curves, and how the familiar scent of his laundry clings to your skin. A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he approaches you, his fingers twitching with the urge to touch.

Matt Rempe: Matt is initially surprised but also secretly thrilled and even a bit excited. He finds it endearing and cute when you wear his clothes, and he can't help but smile at the sight. He might make a playful comment, like "You look good in my shirt" or "That outfit suits you". He also finds it comforting and a bit possessive to see you in his clothes, as it reinforces the bond between you and make him feel like he's claiming you as his.

[zegrasdrysdale]

[ let me show you ] d. mercer

day 5 of kinktober (praise kink w/ dawson mercer)

paring : Dawson Mercer x fem!reader

summary : Dawson shows his best friend how sex is supposed to feel

warning(s) : smut ! inexperienced!reader, soft dom!dawson, oral (f recieving), p in v, protected sex, praise kink, pet names during sex

author’s note : being so serious when i say that this is (i think) the first time im writing for merc so plsss bear w me and tell me what you think. it was supposed to be on she shorter end, but i got a lil carried away so there is actual plot including. enjoy <33

kinktober schedule

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That is not how sex is supposed to feel. Even with only one hookup prior to tonight under her belt, she doesn't think it was supposed to be that bad. Both her hookups to this day were honestly bad, and she's starting to think it has something to do with her.

She didn't think she would ever be the one to sneak out of someone's bed after hooking up with them, but here she is. She quietly and quickly gathers her clothes before she gets dressed so she can make her escape.

On the way down to the Uber that she ordered once her date fell asleep, she calls Dawson because she needs to tell someone about her night.

The phone rings a few times before he answers the phone.

"Aren't you supposed to be out on a date right now?" he questions as soon as he picks up the phone.

She pushes the door open and is met with cool New Jersey air. It whips through her hair. "Supposed to be are the key words," she tells him. "No, he brought me back to his apartment and attempted to fuck me."

"Attempted?" he asks, confusion evident in his voice. She can only imagine his face. "How did he attempt to fuck you? Because usually he did or he didn’t."

Before she gets into the Uber, she says in a hushed voice, "He couldn't figure out how to put his dick in me, Dawson. That's what I mean when I say he attempted to fuck me. He just went down on me instead and he came just from doing that. And I’m pretty sure I didn’t orgasm.”

He howls with laughter as she gets into the backseat of the Uber. "No way," Dawson laughs. "You're telling me he didn't know where to put it? Oh my God."

"It's embarrassing for me too, Merc," she tells him, face red like she is having this conversation face-to-face with him. "It's not like I knew any better either. Both hookups I’ve had have been the worst experiences of my life and taught me next to nothing about what I’m supposed to do.”

Her best friend is quiet as the Uber starts the drive to her apartment building in Hoboken. She raises her eyebrows, but he starts talking before she can ask if he’s still there.

“Come to my apartment,” he tells her. Dawson sounds a little more serious than he did thirty seconds ago.

“Why?”

“Just ��� come to my apartment,” he reiterates. “I’ll tell you why when you get here.”

Confused flood her body. “Okay,” she sighs. She tells the Uber driver Dawson’s address before she turns her attention back to the conversation. “You’re being very suspicious right now and I’m not sure I like it.”

“You love me anyway,” he laughs. “See you soon.”

Then the line beeps dead and she pulls the phone away from her ear. She blinks at the dark device and questions why he suddenly told her to come over. It’s almost one in the morning and she’s pretty sure he has morning skate at ten, yet he told her to come over.

If he wants to make her feel better, he could’ve waited until it wasn’t the middle of the night. They could’ve gone to lunch tomorrow when he got done practice and before he took his pre-game nap. Dawson didn’t have to tell her to come over.

The drive to Dawson’s place takes ten minutes longer than the drive to her apartment would’ve taken. It’s close to 1:30 in the morning when the Uber pulls up out front of his apartment building. She thanks the driver and heads up to Dawson's fourth floor apartment.

Three knocks later and she's face-to-face with Dawson in his pajama pants and Devils t-shirt. He looks her up and down where she stands in her little black dress and heels. The dress isn't too revealing but it shows off her curves with the way it hugs her body.

She walks past him without a word. Her cheeks threaten to turn red as she turns back to face him. Dawson shuts the door and she asks, "Is there a reason I'm in your apartment in the middle of the night?"

"You said your hookup experiences weren't the best," Dawson slowly says, hesitating a bit.

"Did you seriously ask me to come over so you could make fun of me because of my lack of experience?" she asks, annoyance evident in her voice. "Because not all of us can be a professional hockey-"

"I might be your best friend, but I wouldn't make fun of you for that," he interrupts. "God. Who do you think I am? I make fun of you for a lot of things but not because of your lack of experience."

Her body begins to relax because she really thought he was going to make fun of her. "Then why did you ask me to come over if it wasn't to make fun of me?" she tries again.

There's a moment of hesitation like Dawson's unsure of what to say next. She raises her eyebrows in confusion until he speaks.

She's very surprised at the words that leave his mouth.

"Let me show you how sex is supposed to feel," he tells her. "I'm your best friend. I hope that means you trust me enough to let me show you how good sex is supposed to be."

As soon as the words pass his lips, she's taken aback.

They've been best friends since they met their freshman year of high school and she never fathomed hooking up with him. She would be lying if she had she never thought about it though, because she has a few times. He's attractive, an insanely good hockey player, and has the best sense of humor. She knows that; she just never thought he'd want to hook up with her.

"You would do that?" she questions. "For me?"

Dawson nods and takes a step toward her. "I'd do anything for you," he replies. "Including this, if you want. So you're not embarrassed and know what you're doing next time someone takes you home after a date."

Slowly, he crosses the living room until he's standing in front of her. She looks up at him and sharply inhales when their eyes meet for a second.

"I, um ..." she trails off. "Yeah."

A small smile forms on Dawson's lips. "Yeah?" he asks. "Is that a yes?"

She nods and reaches out to touch him. She hesitates, gnawing on her bottom lip. "It's a yes," she tells him. "Before we do though, just promise me that it won't change anything. You'll still be my best friend and you'll still make fun of me for stupid things and I'll still get to make fun of you every time you fall on the ice."

The grin on Dawson's face grows. "Nothing will ever change," he tells her. "You'll still be able to make fun of me every time I fall on the ice. As a matter of fact, please keep making fun of me when I fall on the ice because it's one of my favorite things when you do."

A smile forms on her face as she looks up at her best friend. "Then okay," she sighs. "Show me how sex is supposed to feel."

With her permission and consent, he leans down and captures her lips in a long, deep kiss. Her heart races in her chest the longer their lips touch. She reciprocates it, matching the slow pace he instigated the kiss with. His forehead rests on her as the kiss deepens slightly.

Dawson brings his hand up and cups her jaw, holding her close. She rests her hands on his waist, grabbing his shirt lightly and pulling at the thin fabric so he doesn't get too far. His free hand mirrors the other one. She hums at the feeling because she's never been kissed like this.

While she lacks experience in bed, she's had her fair share of kisses in her life. Teenage relationships in high school, a little experimentation during her college years, and a handful of dates since she moved to Jersey to be close to Dawson.

In all those years though, she's never been kissed the way her best friend is kissing her now. The way he's holding her, deeply kissing her. She's not sure she'll want to kiss anyone else but Dawson after this.

He moves his hands down to her waist and she slides hers up over his chest until she wraps them around his neck. Dawson's hands rest on her butt and she smiles into the kiss that follows. He kisses her smile before he takes advantage and licks into her mouth. She gasps and hums at the feeling.

Yeah, she may never kiss anyone but Dawson after this.

The kiss turns rushed, heated, and full of tongue. She kicks off the heels she's wearing while Dawson picks her up after he wraps his arms around her waist. She wraps her legs around him and he carries her off to his bedroom down the hallway.

A soft light illuminates the room from the lamp that's lit next to his bed. That's the only light in the room when Dawson crawls on his knees on the mattress before he lies her on her back. She rolls her hips against his and Dawson pulls back.

"Okay," he breathes out with a smile on his face. "You're rushing. Don't rush. You're chasing after something you have to build to first so take a second. I have you and I'll make sure you feel good."

She nods and relaxes her entire body under his. She stares up at him and bites her bottom lip. Dawson sits back on his feet and pulls his t-shirt over his head. Her eyes widen at the sight of him without a shirt and his checkered pants hanging low on his waist.

"Oh, fuck me," she breathes out.

"That's the plan," Dawson replies.

He hooks his fingers around the thin straps that sit on her shoulders. He pulls them down off her shoulders very slowly, pulling the fabric down with the straps. When she pulls her arms out, Dawson keeps pulling the dress off.

Her breasts are exposed and she doesn't feel the need to cover her chest up. She lets Dawson keep looking at her the way she can't help but look at him.

She lifts her hips so Dawson can pull off the dress. It hits the floor with a soft thud. Her fingers splay across his torso and run up his chest. Dawson wraps his hands around her wrists and pulls her so she's sitting up, chest against his.

Dawson lifts her head up with a curled pointer finger. "I've always thought you were pretty," he softly tells her while his eyes study her face. Her face turns red. "But holy shit. You are so beautiful. I'm going to make sure you feel so good, my pretty girl."

His words shoot straight to her core. "Merc," she sighs. "You can't just say those things."

"I can," he replies while he runs a finger between her breasts. "And I will because in this moment, I'm allowed to." His fingers trails down her stomach until it reaches the waistband of her ruined panties. "So get used to it."

She shivers at his words and allows him to pull off the thin fabric. She is completely bare in front of him, and he looks at her like she's the only thing in the entire world.

It might be because they're sharing this intimate moment, but she can't help but think maybe he feels something for her. She's had a couple of moments where she thought maybe they could be more than friends, but she didn't think he shared those sentiments so she never said anything. She's never initiated anything, but he suggested they do this tonight so she can't help but wonder if he feels something for her.

Dawson lies down on his stomach with his face between her legs. He licks his bottom lip and mumbles, "So wet, pretty girl. All for me?"

Pretty girl rings throughout her head and leaves her tongue-tied. All she can do is nod in response to his question. Dawson grins and kisses her thigh. Her body shudders in response. He trails kisses from her thigh to her core. He licks a slow stripe over her core and she lets out a soft hum as her hands find a home in his hair.

"God, Dawson," she gasps. His lips wrap around her clit and he hums, sending shocks throughout her entire body.

In the two hookups she's had before this one, it's never felt like this. Her body has never reacted like this before. An unfamiliar knot has already formed in the pit of her stomach, and Dawson has only used his tongue on her. He hasn't touched her, but it already feels so good.

His tongue runs through her soaked folds. Soft hums pass his lips every so often, and each time she gasps.

"So good for me," Dawson tells her. "So patient for me. You taste so good, baby."

Before she can even react to his words, he slips his tongue inside of her. A borderline pornographic moan passes her lips while her fingers curl in his locks. She throws her head back in pleasure as Dawson licks her closer to her inevitable orgasm.

He shifts his position on the bed so he’s more on his knees than his stomach. His hands rest on her belly for a second before they slide up to cup her breasts. She hums and rests her own hands on his.

“Merc,” she sighs. “I think I’m close. Please.”

If her shaking legs and knot in her stomach are any kind of indication then she’s close. Closer than she probably thinks she is.

Dawson pulls back and she whines at the loss of contact. He stands up next to the bed and completely undresses himself. She basically starts salivating at the sight of his cock springing free of it’s checkered confines. She gnaws on her bottom lip and can’t wait to get her mouth on his dick.

Tonight is not that night though. Dawson probably won’t let it happen because he’s so bent on making her feel good.

He reached into his bedside table drawer and pulls out a small silver package. She presses her lips into a tight line when she realizes that is going to be inside her.

Dawson crawls back onto the bed between her legs. He rips open the package with his teeth and slides its contents onto his dick. He lines his tip up with her entrance and she lets out a sigh.

“I’ve got you,” he promises. “You’re doing so well for me.”

His praise is one thing she never expected to turn her on. The more he praises her, the closer her orgasm gets. It’s new, but she likes hearing Dawson talk to her like that.

She lets her legs fall to the side and Dawson hovers over her. She pulls him down for a deep kiss. He pushes into her.

There a pinch of pain when he stretches her out before it turns into pleasure the further into her he pushes. She hums as he buries himself into her. “So big, Merc,” she tells him between kisses. “Might ruin me for anyone else.”

“Wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world,” he replies. She smiles into the kiss that follows.

He allows her to adjust to his size for a second before he starts rolling his hips. She gasps as he feels his cock inside of her. Again, there’s slight pain for a second before it turns into pleasure.

The room is quickly filled with the creak of the bed and soft sounds that rise from her throat. She wraps her legs around his waist and he changes his angle to move even deeper into her.

“Fuck, Dawson!” she gasps. “Fucking me so good. God.”

Dawson smiles and quickens his pace.

She throws her head back and his lips leave hers to attach to her jaw. She wraps her arms around his neck to keep him close. One of his hands rests on her waist while he moves.

“So tight for me, pretty girl,” Dawson tells her. "Perfect little pussy. All for me."

"All for you, Merc," she pants. Her legs begin to shake as she does everything she can to keep herself from coming before she wants to.

Dawson slows his pace but continues to move deeply into her. He hits a sweet spot and she cries out his name.

"Come for me, pretty girl," Dawson pants. "Make a mess on my cock."

With his words, the knot in her stomach comes undone and a wave of pleasure overcomes her. She completely blacks out. Her vision whitens and Dawson's name falls from her lips. Dawson fucks her though what's probably the first proper orgasm she's ever had.

She's so out of it that she doesn't feel Dawson come into the condom he's wearing, pull out of her to dispose of it, go into the bathroom and come back out to clean them both up.

That experience was so much better than the last two. The first time she had sex in college was messy and painful. The second time was that night before she went to Dawson's. Third time really was the charm because she's never felt that good when having sex.

That's the Dawson Mercer experience.

Eventually, she finds the strength to move and Dawson laughs. "You okay?" he asks. "I lost you for a second there."

"You are ..." she trails off. "That was-- Dawson. Holy shit. No wonder women keep wanting to fuck you."

He grins, proud of himself. "I guess that means it was a much better experience than you've already had?" he asks.

"Much," she laughs. "I don't think I'll find anything better than that."

"Well, you're welcome to come back whenever you want," he tells her. "Honestly. It felt really good for me too so I wouldn't say no if you ever wanted to run it back."

"Yeah?"

Dawson hums as she curls up around him. She looks up at him and tries hard not to stare at his swollen lips, unsure if she can kiss him at this point.

Their moment is over, but she suspects that it won't be the only moment they share in the coming weeks or months. Maybe their whole relationship will change after tonight. Who knows?

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[leaentries]

shield | nico hischier

summary: nico is very protective of his girl, so when someone hurts her, he takes it personally.

warnings: protective nico, physical harassment, swearing, slight violent themes

wc: 1.6k+

a/n: another 3am nico fic 🕺 this one’s a lil bit heavier than most of my nico fics, but don’t worry! i have some new spicy things coming up!

the captain’s girl masterlist

The bar was jammed. Sweaty bodies pressed into every corner of the bricked building, the heat almost unbearable. A door in the back, propped open was your only solace, serving nicely with the winter air wafting in. Although, despite the sticky air and stench of beer, you couldn’t be happier.

You stood by Nico’s side, practically glued to him, not that he would complain. Nico loved the feeling of your body against his, it brought him comfort knowing you were safely tucked away from the world. He was over the moon, still riding the high of tonight’s win. It was a solid win too. Nico got out with a 3-point night, his ego soaring.

Now, you would never admit this sober, but you loved when he got cocky. The way his body demeanor would change and he would have a special swagger in his step. The sexy smirk that never seemed to leave his face every time his gleaming eyes would settle down to yours. It was almost embarrassing the grasp this man had on you, but you loved every second of it. 

His dark shirt clung tightly to his sweaty body, the heat around you two making a visible impression. 

You sat next to him at a table with some of the team, celebrating their win. Seeing the wide smile on Nico’s face made you want to take everything bad in the world and toss it away. That way Nico could smile forever. 

His arm rested on your thigh, corded with thick veins, squeezed slightly, just as reassurance. You squeezed his hand back. 

“You know, I still can’t believe that Merc just left like that! I was in the middle of talking too. What an ass.”

You looked over to where Jack’s voice echoed. His annoyed face set on where Dawson was talking to some girl near the bar. You felt a chuckle rise in your throat, causing you to shove your face into Nico’s arm in an attempt to smother it. 

Nico looked down at you with amused eyes, “What’s so funny, schatzi?”

You let out a breath, shaking your head, “Nothing much, Neeks. Just Jacky.” 

Nico glanced over his shoulder at Jack, who was still complaining to his, very bored, little brother. He nodded his head slowly in understanding. When he turned back to the table, he noticed your tired eyes. 

“You tired, pretty? You’ve been awfully quiet.” 

This was true, but only because you enjoyed watching Nico so much. To you, that was more entertaining than talking. 

“Yep, I’m all good!” You gave him a big smile. Nico searched your eyes for any insincerity but failed to find any. Accepting your answer, he turned back to Holtz, engaging in a spirited conversation about certain plays during the game. 

After half an hour or so, your drink had finally run out, your empty cup now urging to be filled. You nudged Nico’s arm, gaining his attention. 

“I’m gonna go get a refill,” You shook your empty cup, proving your point. 

His brows furrowed, “Want me to come with you?” His eyes flickered to the large number of people, “It’s a bit crowded over by the bar.” 

You smiled at his concern, but denied his request, “No thank you, baby. I’ll be fine.” 

He hesitantly agreed, placing a kiss on your temple and a quick, “Be careful,” as you left. 

Shimmying your way through the dense population proved to be a lot harder than you originally anticipated, getting bumped back and forth violently. By the time you had reached the bar, you could have sworn you had whiplash.

Quickly flagging down a bartender, you ordered your drink and secured a spot to wait. You bit the inside of your cheek, suddenly feeling uncomfortable by the obvious male gazes from every direction. You could only hope that one didn’t have the balls to approach you, but alas, luck wasn’t on your side tonight. 

A lean man, of about 5’8, approached you, clearly too inebriated to be thinking correctly. His scruff was patchy and gross, the tell-tail signs of a failed attempt at growing a beard. His red shirt loosely hung on his body, beer wetting the sides of it. At least, you hoped it was beer. He stumbled into the slot beside you, almost on top of you. 

“Hey, sexy. What’s your name?” His voice was grating, not a sultry tone to be heard. You found yourself repulsed by his presence, now desperately wishing Nico had come with you.

“None of your business, but thanks for asking.” You gave him a snide smile, hoping he would take the very obvious hint that you weren’t interested. 

“Whoa, attitude, missy. I just asked your name.”

“And I don’t care.” You rolled your eyes, the strange man not making an effort to leave.

“Damn, if you’re this feisty all the time, I know a much better way to put that mouth to use.”  

Fear pitted deep in your stomach at the dark look on the man’s face. Needing toi escape, you tried to make a move to leave, but he blocked your way, now caging you to the bar top. Your breath picked up in a panic, frantically searching for someone to help. It was far too loud to call for anyone and everyone around you was already preoccupied with their own conversations. 

Deciding to fight back, you lifted your arm to slap the man who was rapidly approaching you. His hand came up to grip your arm harshly, drawing a hiss from your lips as pain spiked through your wrist. Tears sprung in your eyes as you tried your hardest to free yourself from the man’s body. You felt helpless as your voice died in your throat, shutting your eyes tightly.

You prepared yourself for the worst until you felt the man’s weight abruptly leave. Your eyes shot open, seeing a blur of the man get thrown to the ground. The familiar figure of your boyfriend towered over the cowering stranger. 

Nico reached down, gripping the man’s collar, dragging him to his feet, and slamming him against the nearest wall. 

“What the fuck, do you think you’re doing?” Nico’s eyes were ablaze with fury, a hard look resting on his once-happy face. 

“I-I don’t know man,” The stranger was gasping, obviously terrified of the much larger man holding him to the wall, “I was just trying to get some pussy, like every other guy in the bar.” His meek words only fueled Nico’s anger. 

“Don’t you ever fucking touch my woman like that again. Don’t ever touch any woman like that. You’re a fucking pussy.” Nico’s voice was laced with disgust as he spat at the man. Holtz and Jack rushed over, attempting to pull Nico away. He dropped the guy, worry for you now seeping into his clouded mind. 

Nico was by your side within seconds, pulling your shaking form into his arms. He tucked you under his chin, tightly holding you, “It’s okay, schatzi,” He brought up a hand to cradle your head, “You’re okay. I’m here now, Nico’s here.” 

You let out a slight sob, your arms recoiling into your body as you gingerly held your bruising wrist. Nico pulled away, eyes desperately raking your body to determine the cause of your pain. Once his eyes settled on your wrist, he held out his hand, silently asking to inspect the damage.

Nico felt a new wave of anger take over his body, now practically shaking as he tried his hardest to not go beat the shit out of the guy. The man had hurt you. Hurt his girl. If it were up to Nico, that guy wouldn’t be breathing right now, but fortunately for the stranger, murder is illegal. Nico carefully guided your body to the exit, not bothering to bid goodbyes. 

Only once the two of you hit the cold parking lot and the adrenaline started to wear off, did you fully begin to comprehend the severity of what had happened. A fresh batch of tears formed in your eyes,  sobs rapidly pouring from your lips. Your body shook with the pure force of the cries that pierced their way through Nico’s chest.

He immediately pulled you tightly into his body, making sure to be mindful of your wrist. Nico felt his own tears well up in his eyes at your pain. He hated that he couldn’t help you, but he hated even more that he was in the building when it happened and didn’t get to you soon enough.

“I’m so sorry, baby.” Nico sniffed, “It’s all my fault this happened.” 

You shook your head against his chest, slightly pulling away to look into his deeply saddened eyes, “No, don’t do that. Don’t blame yourself for something you couldn’t control.” 

“I knew I should have gone with you. If I was there then he wouldn’t have hurt you.” He looked away biting his lip as he tried not to cry. His broken voice stabbed your heart. It was gut-wrenching to see Nico blame himself for what that man did. 

“Stop, Nico. It was not your fault,” You held his face gently, forcing him to meet your eyes, “Please, stop blaming yourself. I chose to go by myself, that’s not on you.” He opened his mouth to protest, but you were too quick, “Don’t say anything else. Please, for me? Stop.” 

He nodded slowly as tears silently slid down his cheeks. Nico reached up, carefully cradling your wrist that was near his face, leaning to place a sweet kiss on the black and blue splotches.

 “Let me get you home, schatzi. Wanna take care of you.” 

[obsidianimagines]

Stay

After he and his brothers track down and kill the men who murdered their mother, Jack returns home to find you waiting in his room, and he doesn't want you to leave.

Jack Mercer x f!reader

Warnings: mentions of death/murder/trauma, a little homophobia (Bobby refers to reader as Jack's beard), smidge of angst, comfort/fluff 🥺, cursing, a little mention of sex so MINORS DNI

Notes: This is my first try at a Jack imagine. Hope you like it ☺️ and please ignore how bad I am at titles

Jack's childhood bedroom looked about as you'd expected.

An electric guitar and amp. A stereo with a collection of rock cd's. Band and car posters plastered on the wall. And, of course, a stack of VHS tapes that you probably didn't want to inspect too closely—he'd been a teenage boy the last time he lived there, after all.

You eventually grew tired of looking around and propped his pillow up so you could sit back against his headboard. His bed was a lot more comfortable than the one in the crappy hotel you'd been sleeping in, mostly because it was Jack's, and that meant safety. It meant home.

It was already pretty late when you first arrived at the Mercer home, so you were having a hard time staying awake to greet your boyfriend. Maybe you should've just waited until the morning, but something told you that you might be needed. That was why you'd driven to Detroit with him in the first place instead of making him go on his own. To be there for him during such a devastating time.

You yawned and decided to rest your eyes for just a few minutes, not hearing the sound of the front door, or Bobby speaking a little too loudly as three of the Mercers entered.

"Seriously, Jackie. How much are you paying her?"

"I'm not paying her anything, Bobby." Like always, his brother was just trying to get under his skin. Sometimes, it really fucking bothered him, but after seeing your car parked out front, he just wanted to find you.

He didn't see you in the living room, and just as he realized where you likely were, Sofi came down the stairs and confirmed it. "She's waiting in your room."

"Thanks." Jack took the steps two at a time, passing Sofi as she eagerly went to meet Angel at the bottom of the stairs.

"Hey, she better not think she's staying here! We don't need another La Vida Loca!" Bobby called after Jack, which he ignored, chuckling as Sofi started cursing at the oldest Mercer in Spanish.

Jack opened his bedroom door, cracking a small smile the instant he noticed you dozing off on his bed. He'd had half a mind to have Jerry drop him off at your hotel, but it was late enough that he assumed you were already sound asleep. Now that he knew you weren't even there, he was glad he hadn't gone anyway because he wouldn't have heard the end of it from Bobby.

Your eyes fluttered open as Jack slipped off his leather jacket, tossing it on the chair while kicking off his boots. "Hi," you greeted with a relieved smile.

"Hey, gorgeous," he replied as he climbed into the bed with you.

Even though you'd only been together for about two and a half years, you could read Jack very well. It was clear when he was upset or thinking of painful things, showing right there in his eyes. At that moment, you saw not just the sadness and grief of the last several days, but something else that disturbed him.

You shimmied down the bed a bit and opened your arms, allowing him to practically lay on top of you and rest his head on your chest. "What happened, baby?" You gently embraced him, resting a hand at the nape of his neck.

Jack took a moment to relax in your arms, letting out a sigh as you began to run your fingers through his hair. It had taken some time and a lot of built trust for him to be fully comfortable with that kind of intimacy, and once that happened, he could never get enough. After everything that happened that day, he really fucking needed it.

"I–" He sniffled, blinking back the tears that stung at his eyes. "I saw the security footage. I saw my mom..."

"Oh..." Your heart clenched as you realized what he meant. "I'm so sorry you had to see that, Jack."

"We found the guys that killed her," he said quietly, his fingers toying with the fabric of your shirt. "Angel and Bobby took care of it, but I...I couldn't handle it. I'd never watched anyone die like that." Jack had done some dumbass shit as a kid, but he'd never gotten into some of the more extreme things his brothers—particularly Bobby—did. Not until his mom was taken from him.

The fact that he and his brothers had found and killed their mom's murderers was not a surprise to you. Jack already told you that was the plan, and he'd shared enough about his brothers in the past for you to know he wasn't just talking. While killing was wrong, you had nothing against them getting revenge for Evelyn as long as Jack still came home to you in the end.

"But it's done now, right? You don't have to see that again."

"Nah, it's not over yet. Someone hired them to kill her."

Your hand stopped moving. "What?" Random robbery to contract killing? A pit formed in your stomach at the thought of him getting mixed up with something like that. "Who would want to kill your mom? She was amazing." You'd only ever talked to Evelyn on the phone, but between the lovely conversations and everything Jack ever told you about her, you knew she was a special woman.

"We don't know yet. I'll have to stay a couple more days..." Though it was important to find the truth and get justice, part of him really just wanted to be back home in your little shared apartment. He wanted things to be back to normal—as normal as they could be without Evelyn Mercer in the world.

"I'll add a few days to my hotel," you said as your fingers resumed playing with his hair. The idea of an extended stay didn't bother you at all. You knew he wasn't leaving Detroit until his mom was avenged.

"You should check out and stay here with me." He looked up at you with those soft blue eyes, and you already knew you'd be doing just that with very little convincing. Jack was hard to resist. "I miss you."

"It's not like I'm back in New York." Even though you laughed, you understood exactly what he meant. The cold Michigan nights really made you appreciate sleeping with him. "I miss you, too, but I don't want to intrude on you and your family."

"You're not intruding. You're my family, too," he assured you with a smile, which you returned as you stroked his cheek. "Besides, Angel's busy with Sofi, and Bobby's gonna be annoyed by someone or something no matter what."

You'd only met his oldest brother very briefly, but based on Jack's warnings and Sofi's rant about him when she let you in the house, you didn't doubt that he was a prickly as they come.

Jack watched expectantly, hoping he wouldn't have to spend another night alone. He had a hard time getting rest without you already, but it got worse after finding out his mom died. And he couldn't help the worry that whoever he and his brothers were after could end up targeting those close to them. That you could be hurt or killed just for being in town and being his girl. You'd probably be safer at the Mercer home.

"Okay, I'll check out in the morning."

He let out the breath he'd been holding and moved up your body to place a kiss on your lips. As he pulled back, you gazed up at him with the sweetest eyes he'd ever seen, and he thought for the millionth time how lucky he was to meet you. That you'd happened to end up at one of his shows three years ago was nothing short of a fucking miracle. "I love you."

"Love you, too," you said back without hesitation.

Underneath the rock and roll look, Jack was soft and sweet. You had seen tiny hints of it when you first talked outside of the bar his band had just played in, and he slowly let you in to see the rest. He respected and cared for you in a way that no other guy ever had, he made you feel safe and loved. Knowing you did the same for him after everything he'd been through meant the world.

When he laid back down beside you and pulled the blanket up over your bodies, you quickly turned on your side and snuggled right up to him.

Jack kissed the top of your head and slowly rubbed his hand up and down your back, and that was the last thing you remembered before finally drifting off.

Waking up was not quite as peaceful as falling asleep had been. A loud banging on the door shocked you both awake just in time to hear, "Rise and shine, Princess! We got shit to do today!"

Jack groaned and buried his face in your chest again. Even with Bobby's interruption, he really didn't want to move. After all, that was his second favorite spot to put his face. You were just about as eager to get up as he was, realizing just how much you'd needed this the last few days.

"What a charming wake up call," you said with a laugh, your voice rough from sleep. Considering how he'd referred to you as Jack's beard the first time you met, and at their own mother's funeral no less, a lack of tact seemed to be Bobby's thing.

"You get used to it," he mumbled into your t-shirt. "Unless you changed your mind about staying..."

"Nope." You reluctantly threw the blanket off and untangled yourself from him, taking a glance at your watch. "We've got plenty of time for breakfast, but I do need to be at the hotel by 9:30 to get my things."

Once you stretched and finally got out of bed, Jack sat up and scrubbed his hand over his face, his hair sticking up even more than usual. You went over to his jacket to fish his zippo and the pack of cigarettes out of the pocket and toss them over to him.

"Thanks," Jack said before placing a cigarette between his lips and lighting it up. He took a drag and watched amused as you slipped your shoes on and fixed yourself up a bit because, unlike him, you had a problem with looking like you'd just rolled out of bed.

Satisfied, you leaned down and tenderly cupped his jaw so you could press a kiss to his forehead. "See you downstairs, baby."

Jack's cheeks heated up at the sweet affection, and he blew out a cloud of smoke as you walked away with a sway of your hips.

Yeah, he was lucky as hell.

[astars-things]

Can you write about Jack daughter having a loose tooth and scared of it coming out. Maybe Jack calls the team for backup

“Hey, baby girl, what’s wrong?”

She hesitated, then slowly pulled her hands away just enough for me to see what was going on. Her bottom front tooth was slightly crooked, hanging on by what looked like a thread.

My heart squeezed. Her first loose tooth.

“Oh, sweetheart,” I said softly. “That’s exciting! Your first big kid tooth is coming in.”

Tears welled in her eyes. “I don’t want it to come out, Dada,” she whispered. “It’s gonna hurt.”

I pulled her into my lap, rubbing small circles on her back. “I promise it won’t be bad. Everybody loses their baby teeth.”

She sniffled. “Even Uncle Lukey?”

I grinned. “Even Uncle Lukey.”

Her grip on my shirt tightened. “I don’t like it.”

I kissed the top of her head, but I knew my reassurance wasn’t enough. I needed backup. With one arm still wrapped around her, I grabbed my phone and fired off a quick group text.

Jack- EmergencyY/N has her first loose tooth. She’s freaking out. Need reinforcements.

The replies came fast.

Luke- OMW. Dawson-Be there in 10. Nico-Tooth Fairy support squad activated. Timo- I’ll bring ice cream.

Within twenty minutes, my house was filled with half the Devils roster. Some guys looked like they’d just rolled out of bed, hair sticking up in weird directions, but they all showed up for my little girl.

Y/N was still curled up in my lap, peeking out at the group with uncertainty. “Y/N!” Luke plopped down next to us, flashing his usual goofy grin. “I heard you’ve got a wiggly tooth. That’s so cool!”

She shook her head. “No, it’s not.”

“Oh, it totally is,” Nico said, crouching in front of her. “That’s how you know you’re turning into a big kid.”

Timo held up a pint of ice cream. “And you get a treat after it comes out.”

“And the Tooth Fairy brings you money!” Dawson added. “She’s like Santa but for teeth.”

That got a small giggle out of her. Progress.

Luke leaned in, lowering his voice like he was sharing a big secret. “You know, my first loose tooth? It fell out while I was eating a hot dog. I didn’t even notice!”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “Really?”

“Swear.” He held up a hand like he was taking an oath.

[snowluvvie]

₊˚⊹ ♡ . MDNI 18+. warnings — reader is heavily intoxicated

Jack harbors a secret soft spot for you, you know because he always lets you crash in his bed when you’re belligerently wasted after parties and he doesn’t even complain when you drool on his pillow. This particular night, though, you’re drunk and pissed off. You got cut off at the bar, you tripped and scraped your knee on the sidewalk walking home, and all Jack said was “c’mon, pep up” when he was scooping your teary self off the ground. He band-aided you, but he wasn’t paying much attention to your bad mood. You wanted him, though, you always did, you drifted off to sleep every time this happened with your thighs pressed together as you fought to control how bad you wanted him while you were enveloped by the smell of his sheets. He always slept on the floor, even though almost every time you’d slurred through trying to convince him to just sleep on the bed with you.

Tonight, you weren’t having that. You were shoving against his chest with both hands, steering him towards the mattress, but he wasn’t budging. Sure, you were certainly moving towards the bed, but that’s cause Jack was putting you there—not cause you were pushing him. He was only halfway paying attention as he deposited you on the bed and told you to go to sleep, you’ll feel better in the morning. Your fingers fumbled at his belt, tugging at the front of his jeans and his belt loops and the waistband of his boxers peeking out, anything you could get your hands on. Jack was grabbing both your wrists in one of his hands, holding your grasp away from him and suppressing a grin at your shameless play. The argument you got into was one-sided, you were barely able to get out “just let me—I wanna—please—” slurring your words and pouting, while he easily ducked you and dismissed you with, “you’re wasted. just behave and go to sleep.”

Eventually he was slightly persuaded by the tears that pooled in your eyes, the droplets that fell down your face, your pathetic little sniffle as you cried and gritted your teeth in frustration that your already fucking terrible night was ending with you not getting what you wanted for the ten thousandth time. Jack pressed his thumb to your lips and you opened for him, hiccuping slightly as you took it as far into your mouth as you could. He shoved his thumb against your tongue and down the back of your throat, telling you “wider. mhm, wider.” Watching you with a pitying smile as you took it gratefully and your shoulders shuddered with a gag. He shook his head a little bit and pulled his finger out, making you chase after it with your lips and give another desperate cry.

“You want my cock in your mouth s’bad and you can’t even take my thumb. You’re out of your depth here. Go to sleep.”

You grabbed the one single beaten-down pillow he had on his bed and flung it at him, hard. He ducked and caught it with a loud, shocked laugh, before he threw it back at you. You weren’t laughing, his mocking making you dissolve into heavier sobs of anger as you buried your face in your hands, flinging muffled cuss words at him—not that the insults made sense, it was just whatever you could think of. He reached out to give you an awkward, sympathetic pat and you smacked his hand (still shiny with your spit) as hard as you could. He let out another deep, baritone laugh, which only made your drunken angry-sobbing intensify.

As you let out what could only be described as a shriek, and Jack realized you were practically inconsolable, he murmured a quiet “hey, c’mon.” And you heard the telltale clink of his belt being undone, his giant hands making quick work of undoing it and freeing himself from his boxers.

You’d never seen his cock before, and the sheer sight of it made you shut the fuck up fast, another hiccup making your shoulders jump as you took it in with wide eyes. He fed it to you inch by inch, you were no longer able to shout and sob in frustration, only gag and give half-attempts at muffled whimpers. He palmed the back of your head as he slid it all the way down your throat, gathering some of your hair into a ponytail at the back of your neck, and you heard him give a breathy laugh as you kept gagging violently.

“Told you it’d be too much. Y’better now?”

You couldn’t nod, but the way you’d stopped crying in favor of suffocating yourself on his dick told him everything he needed to know. Jack harbors a secret soft spot for you, all the way up to stuffing your mouth full of his cock and cumming down your throat to make you happy! He couldn’t let you have a temper tantrum, it’d wake people up. Besides, it turns out sucking him off puts you straight to sleep, drifting off peacefully.

He still sleeps on the floor afterwards. He’s not an animal.

[argisthebulwark]

Craving the Connection

summary: texting him after sleeping together for the first time smau gn reader, no pronouns or y/n used feat: Brynjolf, Miraak, Vilkas, Mercer, Teldryn, Farkas warnings: sexually suggestive, minors should not read or interact masterlist

[stereoqueen]

sunshine - pt2 - l.hughes

summary: luke runs into a coffee shop before morning skate, semi-hoping that hallie is there like old times.

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

"Where you going, Rusty?" Jack's voice echoes through their apartment as Luke shakes his head, picking up his bag. "To morning skate, where else would I be going on Sunday?" He replies as his brother pulls a protein shake out of the fridge. "I've never seen you up this early for a morning skate," Jack says quizzically. Luke shrugs, walking out the door, "See ya!"

The drive to the practice facility was making him nervous. Nervous enough to drive in silence and drown his thoughts. Luke was never known to be an anxious guy, especially over girls. The fact that he could see her again and it would be real…. heightened his anxiety. The internet portrayed him in two ways -- the younger brother who has a lot on his shoulders: cute, quiet, and kept to himself; or the wildcard brother: cocky, arrogant, not Quinn and not Jack. Both sides had one thing in common: no public relationships.

In all honesty, he was a mix. He liked his quiet time; he was kinda reserved, but he was also headstrong, knew he could play better, and had big shoes to fill. The only person who really knew his love life was his best friend, Dylan. Sure, he tried to date a few girls in college, but they either wanted to date him to get to his brothers or just use him for his reputation on campus. That's where the "womanizer" branding came from; Jack's reputation also helped solidify it. He was hoping Hallie didn't know about it so he could have a fair shot-- or just didn't care.

Pulling into the practice facility garage, he decided to man up and go to the coffee shop across the street. He was over 45 minutes early before he had to change into his gear.

If she was there, he would work up the courage and talk to her.

If she was not there, he would get the coffee and get ready insanely early.

He exited his BMW, walked through the garage and across the street. The coffee shop's main windows had seating, and he could see her stuff through the window. He opened the door, and the dinging of the bell rang through his head like deja vu when he entered the small shop.

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Hallie was in line, trying to read the menu to see if they had her signature coconut syrup to put into her latte. She got up super early since it was her first morning practice because she had never been to the training facility before (and would rather die of embarrassment than be late). When she parked, she realized that there was a coffee shop across the way as her saving grace for getting there insanely early.

The coffee shop was adorable. Sage green walls, greenery falling down them, and flowers everywhere. She felt transported back to her hometown coffee shop when she stepped up to order. Feeling a presence behind her, she slowly felt it creeping closer. Starting to tense up, she immediately let her guard down when she smelt the cologne next to her.

"What can I get you both today?" The barista asks as Hallie smiles at them.

"Two iced coconut lattes, please," Luke's voice rings through her ears as she hears the order -- he remembered her order. Hallie nods. "And a cinnamon bun, too," she adds and hears Luke lightly laugh.

"That'll be $12.50," The barista says as Hallie starts to pull out her card.

"Absolutely not, sunshine," Luke mutters near her ear as he reaches around her to pay. His arm curls around her waist to reach the card reader, causing Hallie to try not to melt at the feeling.

The two separate as Luke follows her lead to sit back at the table where she has her stuff. She takes the booth as he takes the chair, the two giving light smiles at each other, comfortable silence engulfing them.

"You remembered," She said, cutting the silence off.

"Remembered what? You? Or the way you take your coffee?" He questioned, a teasing smirk on his face. The answer was cut off short as he got up to get the order, hearing the barista say his name.

"Damn, he's good," She said to herself. She studied him as he walked back. He was wearing a red Devils sweatshirt with his number on the arm, grey sweatpants, and a black backwards hat hiding his curls. He looked good, handsome in her eyes.

"You surprised I remember things about you or something?" Luke asked her as he sat the order down and then himself. She shrugged, "It's been a while since I last saw you, Hughes,"

"Oh low blow, not even Hughesy? No nickname?" He teased as she laughed.

"When were you going to tell me that you not only moved here but work for the NHL?" Luke asked as she took a sip of her iced latte. "I was going to, honestly, I just--" She cut herself off as she felt her phone vibrate.

Trevor: Have you talked with Hughes yet?

Luke's eyes flicker down to her phone. Who the hell is Trevor, and how does he know about him? A hint of jealously resides in him. It goes away when her looks back up at her. His curiosity about Trevor subsided as he really took in her face. She had light freckles on her cheeks, three sets of earrings in her ears that were all gold, and her lips were perfectly arched with liner, making them look so kissable-----

"Sorry, my nosey friend. I was trying to say that I was going to but was afraid you wouldn't remember me, Mr. Big Leagues." She said, snapping him back into the conversation.

He gave her a soft smile. "You were the only person on staff I enjoyed talking to; you were pretty." His sentence stops as she giggles. "Pretty memorable! I mean, you are pretty, but you know what? I am going to stop while I am ahead. I need this caffeine." He says, rambling, then cutting himself off to stop the embarrassment.

"Don't get all shy on me now, Lu," Hallie tells him, nudging his hand with hers. He normally hated that nickname until now. She picks up her fork to cut a piece of the cinnamon roll, plopping it in her mouth.

"So, you work for the Devils specifically now or..." Luke baits, hoping she doesn't have a crazy clause in her contract about dating players if she did work for just the Devils.

"My role is under Emily Kaplan. She's my boss. We work for ESPN and then go kind of wherever the network needs us. I'm currently working with Metro division teams. My time recently has been split between New York and New Jersey. I then write some articles if needed, but it's rare since I’m newer," She explains as he intently listens. He takes in everything: her voice, how she is talking with her hands, how her eyes crinkle up, how animated her expressions are.

“That’s amazing. I’m glad you’re here. I mean, you deserve it after how hard you worked at Umich. But I’m glad that you’re specifically here….” He trails off, stealing a piece of cinnamon bun. “Don’t tell Keefe or Nico I had sweets,” He mumbles as Hallie stirs her coffee.

“Your secrets are safe with me. I— I’m glad that I was memorable for you. You were definitely memorable for me,” She tells him, as he quirks a brow towards her.

“Really? In what way, Sunshine?” He asks, teasingly, hoping to get something more out of her.

“Well your cellys for one. The violin celly is still one of the best ones I’ve ever seen. I remember you running from the media girls all the time like toddler with Duker. The amount of times Gab had to convince me to convince you to answer the damn questions. Speaking of questions, my favorite— the if it could rain anything you wanted, what would it be. You were so sassy in that and I just found it so endearing,” Hallie rambles as Luke cracks a smile.

“I thought those questions were so dumb sometimes. The rain one is true! I would want it to flood everyday so I didn’t have to go to class. I did like the kitchen utensil question — I still think I’d be a machete,” He says, earning a smile from Hallie.

“Luke, you wouldn’t hurt a fly, a machete is very unlike you! Mr. I don’t fight I’m too scared,” She retorted in a different voice, impersonating him as he laughed. “Yeah….. I think I would be like a spoon or something,” He said, them both laughing as he took a sip of coffee.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The pair had caught up for the full 45 minutes before morning skate. Hallie eating most of the cinnamon roll with small slivers left for Luke. It was nice, refreshing even, to catch up. Hallie never lied, she wasn’t very close to him in college, it would be unprofessional.

But, since she technically doesn’t directly work for the Devils…… her mind opens up to the possibility. He was kind. He was the same Luke from almost 3 years ago; genuine, talkative, soft but in a manly way. She didn’t have a crush on him in college (even though she did find him attractive), but right now in this moment — she felt a spark.

“We should go before Amanda thinks you’re late,” Luke tells her as he picks up the plate. Hallie looks up to see him putting away the breakfast silverware and plate, and she stands up to get her stuff and pick up the coffees. It was almost domestic.

She meets him at the door, passing his coffee over to him as he opens the door. She looks back, smiles, “Thank you!” He looked into her honey brown eyes and felt the deja vu all over again from the first time he held the door almost three years ago. “No problem, sunshine.”

They walk to across the street to the arena together. He gave her a mini tour of the practice facility as she took mental notes of where everything was. She’d look up to see Luke looking at her when he spoke, and then she would look away to hide the pink on her cheeks.

“And to finish off the grand tour! This is where the torture… I mean media! happens,” Luke says jokingly as Hallie pokes his side. “Just because it’s torture for you doesn’t mean it’s not work for me!”

She sees Amanda walk up to them as Hallie moves away from him. Hoping it wasn’t noticeable to either of them.

“Hallie! I see that Rusty has shown you around the practice facility?” Amanda says, throwing a wink to Luke as he scratches the back of his neck. “I’m— I’m going to go, see you around, Hal,” He tells the two as Hallie waves him off. Small smile on her face as a new nickname is unlocked for both of them.

“Rusty? I got to know where that came from. But yeah, ran into each other in the parking lot and he wanted to show me around,” Hallie tells her coworker as Amanda leads them to watch practice.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Practice was relatively quick. 2 hours of talking, planning and figuring out the schedule for the upcoming week. It was nice to watch practice again, after a few week hiatus from not being able to watch the Rangers practice due to scheduling problems. She liked the family dynamic the Devils had. It was hard not to let her gaze linger onto his for too long. His skating had always been effortless and she loved to watch it in person. He was calm, collected, calculated on the ice.

Luke could feel her eyes on him while he skated. It gave him motivation to be better. When he walked into the locker room, the single guys talked about her after practice. “So, new reporter huh? She’s hot,” Dawson said, looking to Nico.

Nico, knowing of the little crush Luke had on the reporter from an inside source (JACK), decided to stir the pot. “Oh yeah. She’s gorgeous. Can’t wait for my interview, what about you Luke?” He questioned, and Luke gave a hard glare to the pair.

“She is— a friend. I don’t want her to become locker room talk,” Luke told them, jealousy laced in his voice.

“All right, I respect it. Is she single though?” Dawson asked as they packed up their stuff before heading to media.

Luke thought on his feet, not even thinking through his whole idea, “She’s not.”

Nico smirked, fist bumping Bratt as he passed by. “Oh really?” Luke shrugged, “Yeah, has had a boyfriend since college.” Dawson gave Luke a grin, causing Luke to tilt his head in confusion. “You just outted yourself big time bud, not only are you a bad liar, you are even worse at hiding your feelings. Better ask her out now before someone else does,” The guys laughed as Luke turned as shade of pink at the words.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“Good job today Hallie, Nico appreciated your time.” Amanda told her as they walked to their cars. Hallie smiled, “Just doing my job. I’ll see ya on Wednesday? I have to go to MSG tomorrow and then I have Tuesday off before the two games later this week.”

“Sounds good. See you Wednesday!” Amanda says as she goes to her car.

Hallie gets into her car, happy that her first morning skate went smoothly. She pulls out of her spot and starts her drive home. Luke runs out into the garage to try and catch Hallie before she left. The guys made a solid point in the locker room and he needed to make a move, quick. But by the time he got to garage, her car was gone.

Now, he walked to his car. Getting inside and turning the key into the car, the radio played a song that he recognized from his times on the lake.

Springsteen by Eric Church.

He hummed the tune while pulling out of his parking spot to drive back to the apartment. Siri notified the car that Like got a text from Quinn, and read it out loud:

Quinn: Heard sunshine is back in your life… going to do anything about it? Or dance around it like the last time?

That was it, he was going to man up and make a bolder move, as soon as the next time he saw her.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

taglist: @dancerbailey3 @hwalllllllelujah @chiblackhawks @cosmichughes

[brainddeadd]

Devils in Her Corner

Jack Hughes x fem!reader, Nico Hischier x fem!reader, Luke Hughes x fem!reader, Dawson Mercer x fem!reader, Trevor Zegras x fem!reader, Matt Rempe x fem!reader, Matthew Kines x fem!reader, Quinn Hughes x fem!reader

Drafted to the New Jersey Devils alongside Luke Hughes, a young, talented hockey player is determined to make her mark in the NHL. Having already survived the pressures of college hockey at UMich, she steps into the spotlight once again—only this time, the stakes are higher.

With old friends like Luke by her side and a newfound support system in Nico Hischier, Jack Hughes, and Dawson Mercer, she learns that success on the ice is only part of the battle. Off the ice, she navigates growing bonds, locker-room banter, and the challenges of being one of the only women in a male-dominated sport.

Meanwhile, connections with familiar faces—like Trevor Zegras and Matthew Knies—blur the lines between friendship and something more, while Matt Rempe, once a friend, now a rival, ensures every game against the Rangers feels personal. In the midst of competition, camaraderie, and a spark of romance, she discovers that finding her place in the NHL might be her biggest challenge yet.

With the Devils in her corner, she’s ready to take on whatever comes her way—on and off the ice.

Day one of training

Someone hits her hard on ice

Bad day

Sick day

All Star

Summer with the Devils Boys: Lake House Shenanigans - summer shenanigans

Loss

Meeting Quinn

Haunted house

Popcorn and panic

Halloween party 2024

Halloween party 2024 no.2

Little Sister of the Devils

Mic’d Up

Thanksgiving

Deck the Malls with Chaos and Hockey Boys

Lights, Chaos, Action: The New Jersey Devils Christmas Movie Marathon

Christmas Chaos with the New Jersey Devils

New Year’s Eve

Valentine’s Day

Rivalries and mixed feelings

Pretty in pink

Caught in the crossfire

Online hate

The interview

Yn's Birthday

Post-Game Interview: Colton Parayko on Y/N

Rivalries and dinner

Dropping gloves

Bar creeps and protection squad

Fights and firsts

First kiss aftermath

First Date

Secrets, Freak-Outs, and Confessions

Support and shovel talks

Between Rivalries and Romance: A Shovel Talk Initiation

Cuddles

Realisations

Through the dark

The Orange Test 🍊

The cancer game

A Day With Trevor

Line in the ice

Safe haven

Out of Sight, Out of Mind?

Support

Payback's a bitch

What the NHL is Saying About Y/N

What Other Athletes Think of Y/N

Two lines or one

Welcome Home, Baby Devil

Missing in Action

Protective Mode Activated

Announcement - part 2

Heels

Halloween party 2025

// upcoming chapters //

[blakeswritingimagines]

Princess Treatment

Quinn Hughes: Quinn is a generous and affectionate partner who loves to spoil his partner like a princess. He goes out of his way to make you feel special and loved. He surprises you with flowers and little gifts, just because he knows you’ll appreciate them. He opens your door for you, pulls out your chair as you sit down to a meal, and makes sure you're comfortable and cared for in any situation. He pays attention to the small details, like your favorite food or the way you like your coffee.

Jack Hughes: First, Jack is a very affectionate partner. He frequently uses physical touch to express his love and admiration for you, whether it's through hugs, kisses, or even just holding hands. He also makes sure to give you his undivided attention, whether it's in public or in private. He listens actively to your thoughts and feelings, and takes your needs and desires into consideration when planning dates or making decisions. Jack also enjoys trying to cook for you, and he takes pride in creating meals that he knows you’ll love.

Luke Hughes: Luke shows you princess treatment by making sure you feel loved, valued, and appreciated in various ways. He goes out of his way to do gestures that show he cares, such as surprise you with you favorite snacks, leaving sweet notes and small gifts for you, or taking you on a romantic and thoughtful date. He prioritizes the quality time together, listens attentively to your needs and feelings, and makes an effort to make you feel comfortable and happy. He regularly compliments you, expresses his admiration for you, and makes sure to show you how special you are to him.

Nico Hischier: Nico shows his princess treatment in various ways. He makes sure to always treat his partner with the utmost respect and consideration. He opens doors for you, pulls out chairs for you, and helps you with anything you need. He is never afraid to show affection and frequently holds your hand or puts his arm around you, making sure you feel comfortable and loved. He is always punctual and reliable, never keeping you waiting and always keeping his promises. He is attentive to your needs and goes out of his way to make you feel special and pampered.

Timo Meier: Timo loves to spoil his partner and show you how much he cares. One of his favorite ways to do this is by cooking you homemade meals and packing your lunch for work. He also enjoys taking you on special dates and surprising you with thoughtful gifts, such as flowers or jewelry. Timo believes that it's the little things that make a big difference, so he will often leave little notes or surprise you with sweet messages. He also enjoys giving you massages to help you relax after a long day and is always happy to listen and offer advice when you need it.

Dawson Mercer: Showing princess treatment means treating someone like royalty, he would do things like open doors for you, make sure you're comfortable, and just generally go out of his way to make you feel special and appreciated. He’d spoil you with gifts and surprise dates and always prioritize your needs and desires.

John Marino: John takes pride in treating you like royalty. He constantly ensures you feel special and treasured through small, thoughtful gestures. He surprises you with flowers or chocolates unannounced, often leaving them on your desk or bedside table where he knows you’ll find them. He cooks romantic dinners, complete with candlelight and your favorite music playing in the background. He often runs bubble baths filled with your favorite scents and provides massages, even offering a foot rub after a long day of work.

Kirby Dach: Kirby likes to spoil his partner and make you feel like special. He often treats you to surprise gifts, such as flowers or jewelry, and takes them out to nice dinners at fancy restaurants. He is also very mindful of your needs and will do little favors for you, such as running errands or fixing things around the house. In addition, he loves making thoughtful gestures to make you feel special, like planning a surprise getaway or leaving notes around the house expressing his love and appreciation. Overall, Kirby goes above and beyond to make sure you feel valued and cherished.

Juraj Slafkovsky: Juraj would treat you like a princess by showering you with compliments, planning special surprises for you, doing little things to make you feel appreciated, making sure you feel comfortable and taken care of, listening patiently to your thoughts and needs, and going out of his way to make sure you feel loved and cherished. He would also be more protective and sensitive towards your needs.

Arber Xhekaj: Arber takes great pride in taking care of his loved ones. He always goes above and beyond to make sure you feel appreciated, prioritized, and valued. He showers you with attention and affection. He often praises and compliments his partner, making you feel special and loved. He is always willing to listen without judgment. He gives you a safe space to express your thoughts and feelings, ensuring you feel heard and understood. He makes an effort to take care of your needs and wants. He often surprises you with thoughtful.

Cole Caufield: Cole tries to treat his partner like a princess in all sorts of ways. Like getting you flowers just because, or planning special dates and surprises. But it's also about the little things, like making sure you're always feels loved and supported, even if that means listening to you vent about your day, or just being there for you when you need him. He just wants you to feel like you're the most important person in his life. Because you are.

Kaiden Guhle: Kaiden is known for treating his partner like a princess. He goes above and beyond to make you feel special and loved. Whether it's bringing your favorite flowers, planning surprise dates, or simply cooking your dinner, Kaiden always puts your needs above his own. He frequently surprises you with thoughtful gifts like jewelry and makes sure to always listen to your thoughts and feelings. Kaiden is a romantic at heart and never hesitates to express his affection through physical touch and words of endearment.

Jamie Drysdale: Jamie is a hopeless romantic and he loves to shower you with affection and princess treatment. He opens doors for you, gives you small gifts, and constantly checks in with you to make sure you're happy. He always makes sure you feels comfortable and safe, and he never hesitates to give you a hug or a kiss on the forehead. He loves to plan cute dates and surprises for you, and he always makes you feel loved and appreciated. He’s also great at listening to your problems and offering support and guidance.

Matt Rempe: Matt treats his partner like a true princess. He always opens doors for you, carries your bags, and spoils you with small gifts. He always puts you first, whether it’s letting you pick the movie or making sure you get your favorite dessert after dinner. Matt is always ready to listen to you, and he always makes sure to tell you how beautiful and special you are, both inside and out.

[dearstvckyx]

Personal photographer - JH86

𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗓𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗅𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾6 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌

jackhughes✓ my personal photographer ♥️

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trevorzegras✓ TELL HER TO TAKE MY PHOTOS

⟢ jackhughes✓ no.

⟢ trevorzegras✓ fine, i’ll text your mom to ask her

lhughes_06✓ a lot of us just got replaced

⟢yourbff she abandoned taking my photos for him 😐

⟢jackhughes✓ not sorry y/bff/n

njdevils✓ we’ve been replaced 😔

nicohischier✓ waiting for her to be devils photographer

⟢ jackhughes✓ i keep telling her!

_quinnhughes✓ finally you’re posting decent photos

⟢ jackhughes✓ ….. i hope you get replaced as captain

⟢ _quinnhughes✓ damn who hurt you?

⟢ trevorzegras✓ 🤣🤣

⟢ _quinnhughes✓ shut it zegras

˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　　 .

𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽 _𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗁𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌

youruser if you need me, call. if you’re in love, fall. jackhughes ♡

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trevorzegras✓ jeans during summer is a bold choice

⟢ jackhughes✓ so?

trevorzegras✓ take my photos 🥹🙏

⟢ youruser✓ sure Trevs

⟢ trevorzegras✓ YESSSSS

lhughes_06✓ awe a couple who’s injured together 🙂

⟢ youruser at least Jack has a gf 🤷‍♀️

⟢ yourbff OOOOOH SHE GOT YOUR ASS LUKE

⟢ jamie.drysdale✓ damn quiet girl with the comebacks

dawson1417✓ waiting for the application to become our photographer

⟢ youruser✓ jeez you guys really want me to be your photographer huh?

⟢ nicohischier ✓ yes

⟢ jackhughes✓ YEAH!

⟢ tmeier96✓ OBVIOUSLY

⟢njdevils✓ yes.

elblue6 I hope your knee is feeling better sweetheart 🩷

⟢ youruser it is mama h 💞

yoursister YOU SAW HIM

⟢ youruser yess Quinn got everyone tickets 🥹

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Something short 🫶🏻

[leaentries]

postgame - luke hughes (aka pretty boy)

jets@njd

3/21/24

[turcott3]

safety net

jack hughes x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, semi slow burn, a kiss, angst and some fluff ofc

positions masterlist!

~trippin’ fallin’ with no safety net~

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you made your way into the bar, as it was your first weekend living in jersey. you walk in and head straight to the counter, asking for a drink that was sweet and didn’t taste too strongly of alcohol.

“hey stranger.” a voice says to your right and you turn your head.

“dawson?” you say, your eyes widening.

“hey y/n.” he says opening his arms for you to hug him, which you gladly accept.

“how have you been? oh my gosh it’s been what like 3 years.” you say smiling at your old school friend.

“i’ve been good, playing hockey here is fucking awesome.” he says.

“yes! that’s right you play for the devils, how could i forget you getting drafted!” the two of you laugh.

“well how’s your boyfriend? haven’t seen him in a few years either.” he asks curiously.

“funny you should ask, i broke up with him and that’s why i moved here.”

“wait really? why? you don’t have to explain if you’re not comfortable.” the brunette boy asks leaning on the counter.

“well things were so great when we started dating our senior year but within the last year he became a real fucking asshole, so i broke it off and moved away so he couldn’t try to find me and sucker me into being with him again.” you explain, leaving out any details you weren’t ready to share.

“well shit, i’m sorry y/n. i bet that hurt a lot.”

“it did but i’m over it, ready to find someone else.” you say and you practically see the light bulb turn on over his head.

“i think i have someone i want you to meet.” he smirks. you grab your drink and follow close behind him, holding onto his arm.

“hey jack!” dawson says to a brunette boy with bright blue eyes.

“what’s up daws, who’s this?” he says looking at you. you release dawson’s arm and give him a smile.

“jack this is y/n, y/n this is jack.” he says looking between you two.

“nice to meet you, jack.” you say.

“yeah, you too.” he smiles, causing a blush to burn in your cheeks.

“i have to go to the bathroom, you two have fun. don’t get too drunk.” he says giggling and walking off to the bathroom.

“so y/n, what brings you to jersey?” he asks.

“just needed a change of scenery from my hometown. dawson and i went to highschool together.” you tell him.

“oh wow, small world. are you still new to living here or?”

“yeah this is only my first weekend but i’m glad im already meeting people, it was getting pretty lonely.” you laugh.

“well now that you’ve reconnected with dawson, you have a whole new group of people to hang out with.”

“oh are you guys like on the same team?” you ask.

“yeah we are, my brothers around here somewhere. probably tongue deep in some random girl.” he laughs.

“is he older or younger?”

“younger.” he says taking a sip of his drink.

“oh nice.” you smile doing the same.

“can i get your number?” he asks.

“yeah of course.” you say as he hands you his phone.

“what have i missed?” a tall, curly haired boy asks.

“ah yes, y/n, this is my brother luke.”

“nice to meet you.” you say.

“nice to meet you too.” he replies.

“so where were you?” jack asks as i hand him his phone back.

“i was talking to john but i didn’t wanna ruin his game so i came back.” he laughs.

“johnny getting some ladies?”

“he sure was.” luke laughs, taking a sip of his beer.

“i see you’ve met the other one.” dawson says returning from the bathroom.

“yes i have.” i laugh at him. you spent the next 2 hours with the boys, enjoying their presence and the fact that you’d made some friends in your new town.

“well i think im gonna call it a night.” you say taking the final sip of your drink.

“let me walk you?” jack asks.

“yeah sure.” you accept and the two of you make your way out of the bar.

“did you walk here or drive?” he asks stopping once you made it outside.

“oh i walked, i live like two blocks away.”

“okay cool, show me the way.” he says.

“jack you don’t have to.”

“i’m not letting you walk back to your apartment by yourself at midnight in a big city y/n.” he says firmly.

“oh, thank you.” you blush and begin your walk to your apartment. the walk was filled with small talk and laughter, the chemistry between you two growing more and more with seemingly every step.

“well this is my place.” you say arriving at your door.

“alright, have a good night y/n. i’ll text you.” he says as you pull him in for a side hug.

“goodnight jack.” you say shutting the door behind you. it’s been 5 days and you already have a crush on someone you just met. it felt almost wrong. you had broken up with your boyfriend just two weeks ago. you couldn’t allow yourself to move on too quickly. your phone buzzed in your back pocket and you see that dawson had texted you.

dawson: glad you made it back safe!

y/n: thank you! except really you can thank jack

dawson: hahaha well i guess so🙄 have a good night y/n

y/n: you too, see you again soon?

dawson: yes for sure, season starts in like a month and a half i’m sure you’ll get sick of seeing me

y/n: doubt it

dawson: only bc ill bring jack

y/n: bitch

dawson: i’m messing with you lmaooooo goodnight y/n

y/n: goodnight daws😭

-

you woke up the next morning to a text from jack saying good morning, to which you replied with a simple, good morning. texting a new guy felt so wrong. you didn’t know what to do about it but you couldn’t ghost him so you figure you should just keep chatting and see what happens.

“lunch?” you say reading his next text. the boy asked you to lunch, to which you hesitantly agreed to join him. you made yourself a small breakfast to tide you until lunch. you sat on the couch watching tv, growing more nervous by the second. he didn’t ask you on a date, just lunch. maybe he just wants to be friends? after you ate, you put on a casual outfit and added a natural touch to your makeup. he texted the address and you left your apartment, hoping to arrive after him. once you arrive at the, what appears to be, small coffee shop, you’re greeted by jack smiling at the counter.

“sorry i’m a little late.” you laugh nervously.

“no don’t worry, i was just about to order. what do you want?”

“oh jack you don’t have to pay i can’t wait in line.” you say.

“now what kind of man would i be to let a pretty girl like you wait in line and pay for her own food?” he says boldly, a blush creeping up on your cheeks.

“an iced vanilla latte and a buttered croissant is good then.” you simply reply, finding a seat at a table by a large window. he meets you soon after, with a table number in his hand.

“you ever been here before?” he asks, noticing you staring out the window.

“i haven’t, i didn’t even know it was here until you told me about it.” you say redirecting your attention to the boy who already had his eyes on you.

“i come here sometimes, it’s like my special little spot for special occasions.” he smiles leaning back in his chair.

“what’s so special about this occasion?” you question, wanting real answers.

“it’s our first date.” he smirks causing your face to burn bright red.

“well i guess it is isn’t it.” you laugh.

-

once you arrive back at your apartment, you throw your purse to the side and kick off your shoes.

“what have i done? what do i do? oh fuck me, i can’t do this.” you say, that piece of your heart never healing from your past relationship. you couldn’t let go of the mistrust you felt. you never wanted to make the same mistake again, so you called dawson.

“hello?” you speak when he picks up.

“hey y/n, what’s up?”

“can you come over, i need advice.”

“yeah of course, send me your address and i’ll be there.”

“thank you so much, bye daws.” you say hanging up and sending him your address. you sat on your couch almost in a panic. you told yourself over and over to not do this again, especially this soon. a short 10 minutes later, you hear a knock on your door and you open it to see dawson standing there in his sweats.

“did i wake you from a nap?” you laugh.

“yes actually you did, but it’s okay, what’s up?” he says stepping in and shutting the door behind him.

“jack is what’s up.”

“oh?” he says plopping down on my couch.

“so we went out to lunch, he called it our first date.” you say.

“okay what’s the problem with that?” he says.

“you’re not understanding, my ex and i broke up what 3 weeks ago? i can’t move on, how do i know i can trust him?”

“y/n, jacks a nice guy, i wouldn’t have introduced you two if i thought otherwise.”

“i just think it’s too soon dawson.”

“relax, calm down, chill out.” he says standing up and placing his hands on your biceps.

“how am i supposed to be calm?”

“y/n, no one is rushing you into a relationship. you are not committed to the guy, you went on ONE date. you aren’t married to him, just relax. i know it’s hard, i don’t know all the details of your break up but obviously you let your mistrust cloud your vision of good people. i wouldn’t let you go down a dark rabbit hole, and you know that.” he says calming your nerves. dawson always had a way of getting to you and calming you down when necessary, even though it had been years since you last saw the boy.

“okay you’re right.” you say sighing.

“and you don’t have to worry, he’s leaving to go to michigan for a couple days tomorrow, so you can spend time away from him and just texting, so you can get to know him better without it being to serious for you.” he adds.

“perfect.” you laugh.

“now why don’t we chill out and watch a movie, you’re clearly stressed and i want you to clear your mind.” he states, grabbing the remote and switching on the tv. after a couple hours, dawson heads home, leaving you alone with nothing but your phone.

jack: hey i’m headed to michigan tmrw morning, hang when im back?

y/n: yes for sure!

jack: ok awesome, see you then

y/n: *loved a message*

you sat with your thoughts. you were terrified of the possibilities with jack, you couldn’t help it. it’s like your brain had been hardwired to push him away, but you fought the urge harder than anyone could ever know.

-

it had been about two weeks and jack returned from his trip a few days ago. the two of you have been texting nonstop. you learned the silly facts about each other and his personality shined through even on text. he was beginning to give you that glimpse of hope that you thought you’d lost for good.

“i just don’t know.” you spoke to dawson through the phone.

“he’s never texted a girl this long, he obviously likes you.”

“well you never know.”

“he has had women throw themselves at him and he’s rejected all of them. don’t you see it.”

“i do but i just don’t know if it’s the best idea.”

“y/n, just give it another go. go on another date with him. you won’t regret it, you and i both know that as much as you don’t want to admit that your crush is more than just a silly little crush.”

“god, daws you always know how to pick my brain what is wrong with you?” you laugh.

“um nothing, im just correct.” he scoffs.

“okay whatever, ill call him tonight okay?” you reply hoping it’ll shut him up.

“i’m holding you to it, so you better.”

“whatever mercer.”

-

“hello?” you hear a muffled jack on the other end of the line.

“hey jack, i was wondering if maybe you’d wanna go out again some time? i had a great time with you.”

“yeah absolutely!”

“does tomorrow work?” you ask, holding your breath.

“yeah i don’t have any plans. ill come pick you up at 1?”

“perfect.” you smile to yourself.

“i’ll see you tomorrow y/n.”

“bye jack.” you say hanging up the phone, wanting to scream with excitement. you had no clue how this could feel the way it does so soon after your breakup.

-

2 months later

“hey,” jack says shaking you awake.

“huh.” you groan opening your eyes.

“i have a skate to go to, ill be back okay?” he says, you fully processing your surroundings.

“oh, yeah okay. have fun.” you smile as he leans down to kiss you on the cheek. you’d stayed the night at his house just like you have for a few nights every week since your second date though you never established a label for your relationship, just placing the boyfriend name tag on him when you’re out by yourself, too afraid to use it around him. the idea of him leaving you to skate sucked, and you shoved down these feelings so they wouldn’t get in the way of anything. you never wanted him to leave your sight. you hated that you’d grown so attached. you pulled out your phone to call dawson, always filling him in with updates.

“hey miss hughes, what you up to?” he asks picking up.

“dawson stop,” you laugh, “i just woke up, jack just left for optional skate.”

“oh that’s funny i’m on my way there now.”

“i’m sure he’ll ive you all the details.”

“yeah he always does but you’re gonna tell me what’s going on in that little brain of yours first.”

“i hate when he leaves dude. i hate it. i feel like i have no right to be this attached. being around him makes me so fucking happy, it’s like all my problems disappear when he’s around. but i need to face it, he probably doesn’t even want me.”

“you’re lying but go on.”

“lying about what?”

“you really think he ever keeps girls around this long if he doesn’t wanna be with them? be for real with yourself y/n.” he says plainly.

“okay well, point is, i’ve grown attached and i don’t understand my feelings daws.”

“i think you love him.” he laughs.

“you’re crazy.” you scoff.

“did you listen to anything you just said?”

“what part?”

“god damnit, think before you speak y/n. the way you feel when you’re around him is love. practically in its exact definition.”

“it’s only been 3 months that i’ve known the guy.”

“bitch do you really think love has a timeline?”

“well n-“

“THEN GO GET HIM.”

“i’m not gonna go, he’s skating.”

“i meant it figuratively, just wait for him to come back and see how different you feel compared to talking to me on the phone. don’t leave. don’t panic and push him away y/n. give him a shot.”

“okay okay, ill talk to you later dawson.”

“alright, bye y/n.” he says hanging up abruptly. you knew deep down that he was probably right and you couldn’t admit it to yourself. you sat on his couch for a few hours, waiting to hear the lock turn again, when suddenly it did.

“oh hey, you’re still here? i thought you’d be gone by now.” he laughs, hanging his keys on the hook.

“no i wanted to stay, your couch is cozy.”

“well i’m glad you’re still here.” he says, kissing you on top of the head as he passed behind the couch. dawson was right, you felt giddy when jack entered the room, and the feeling didn’t settle. he returns back to the living room.

“you look like you’re thinking.” he says sitting down next to you. you sit up and turn to him.

“i am thinking.” you say, anxiety running through your body at full speed, knee bouncing.

“what’s on that pretty mind of yours?” he giggles placing a hand on your leg gently.

“i think i love you.” you say quietly, the words slipping off your tongue with struggle. you finally let yourself trip and fall. it felt almost freeing. his demeanor shifts as a smile grows on his face. he sits up to get closer to you.

“what was that?” he asks, smile growing wider.

“i think i love you. no no, i do. i do love you. i love you jack. i know we never attached a label to whatever we are but i can’t keep pushing my feelings away anymore. i just love you.” you say finally being able to lock eyes with him. he connects your lips in response, framing your cheek with his callused hand. when you pull away his gorgeous smile returns.

“fuck, i love you too y/n.” he laughs, a wave of relief washing over you. you couldn’t believe how jack changed your perspective on love and men so quickly but it never felt more true to you. you couldn’t deny your feelings anymore no matter how hard you tried. you finally let yourself fall, and thank god it was into the right hands this time.

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