#most importantly tyson barrie sucking dick (it's still happening i won't give up)

[dirtierhockey-blog]

this started with a simple (obviously innocent) observation of how solid Morgan Rielly must be and… well…

I ended up at ‘I want Morgan Rielly to literally squish me’...

he’s a whole (billed by NHL.com at) 6 feet 1 inch, 217 pounds of pure, good man- he comes across so sweet and youthful that we don’t often give him enough credit for the potential that body holds…

to start, I can only imagine him as a most affectionate boyfriend, very attentive and cuddly

he introduces you to the goodness of long ass hugs (like, when you have a bad day the first place you’ll go is the sanctuary of his arms because he’ll hug you until he literally can’t stand in that place anymore and still won’t let you go, he’d just find creative ways to stretch out a cramp or find a place to lay down still holding you the entire time if need be)

even if you weren’t a cuddler before Mo, the comfort of being surrounded by those strong arms converts you

then one day, he’s sitting on the counter being goofy as usual and succeeding in distracting you from making lunch when he wraps both legs around your torso and pulls you in to tickle you. you call it cheating but you’re definitely not opposed to being caged in by his thick ass thighs and you instantly want to melt into the pressure; you end up making out just like that, and lunch gets pushed back about an hour

as it turns out, it’s very easy to goad Morgan into crowding you up against a wall, or pushing you down onto the couch to make out and it gets you unbelievably hot so you just keep doing it

but just him towering over and above you doesn’t quite do enough- I mean, it Does A Lot as all of Morgan does, but still… you can’t let go of the mornings you wake up with his dead weight pressing you into the mattress

[side note: almost all of those mornings you wake him up by grinding up into him however you can and begging him to fuck you first thing, or you slipping out of bed to take care of yourself in the shower before work]

you kinda admit it’s a Thing when you try to squirm under him where he’s laying on the couch when you get home from work and he laughs, looks at you like you’re crazy and tries to get you to lay on top of him instead, but you pout and say, “babe, please, just lay on top of me. it’s relaxing… I mean, sometimes it’s a huge turn on but right now it would really help me calm down, pleeease.”

he’s pretty confused by it but he does lay on you with his back pressed into your front, you just wrap your arms and legs around him and you stay like that for hours while you catch up on Netflix

that quickly becomes your favourite way to lounge even when you’re not anxious, and his too; he also really likes napping on you with his face on your chest or stomach while you play with his hair (!!!)

you also like to flop over the back of the couch when he’s laying there on his side and fall right between his back and the cushions, wrapping yourself around him to pull him back into you but also to keep yourself from falling into the Sofa Void

but back to how it’s a huge turn on...  basically any way to feel his strength, size, or weight is Good (I mean it when I say I wanna run into him at full force just to feel how sturdy he is through the concussion it would give me, might just be me [it’s definitely just me])

one evening he asks if you ever planned to elaborate on that ‘huge turn on’ and you have to admit that not bringing it up was easier than trying to find the words to explain it. now you both know he won’t move on from it so he just starts questioning you- “Did you mean me being above you? My literal weight on you? Me holding you down?’ and as you nod to each question he gets more and more pink

“I like it all, Morgan- I just… you’re so big and I love that, I love your whole body and I just want to feel all of it...” you don’t know how to explain it any better and you’re blushing too now...

“Hm,” he bites down on his bottom lip, distracting you, and suddenly you’re on your back on the bed, his arms holding each of yours down and his torso holding you in place, “Like this?”

“Yeah,” you breath out, stunned and staring up at him with wide eyes- from there he pushes himself between your legs and grinds down just right through both of your clothes and teases you like that for what feels like hours before he finally gives in and makes you cum so hard you see stars with just two fingers inside you, letting you grind against his palm

that same night he fucks you so hard the bed frame dents the wall

which ends up happening enough that you invest in reinforcements behind the bed frame, because feeling his hips slamming into yours or against your ass so hard it’ll leave some slight bruising is definitely good for you (which you tell him constantly because he worries whenever he leaves bruises, but you know he likes it too)

he discovers he likes to pick you right up off your feet and pin you to the nearest wall, mostly because he knows he can have you whining and trying to ride the thigh he uses to keep you in place in mere minutes

Morgan’s always been pretty big on talking dirty, all forms of sloppy sex, and having a bit of control- but your greed seems to unleash a greed in him too-

the dirty talk gets even better and he turns into the biggest tease, whispering in your ear about how he wishes he could flatten you against the restaurant table when you’re out with friends, telling you how he’ll fuck you until you can barely walk when you get home while he’s standing right behind you at the grocery store with both arms clinging around your waist (the boy will do anything to get him some satisfaction, okay, even if it means looking like a dork following you around like that just to tell you nasty shit while you pick out fruit)

you’ve always liked going down on him because he can’t keep his mouth shut for the life of him, but when he presses his thighs around you while you kneel between them, mouth already stuffed full, and fucks up into your mouth his filthy words trail into the hottest moans you’ve ever heard (p.s. he cums in your mouth with both hands in your hair, thighs still holding you still)

one Saturday you wake him up grinding your ass into his morning wood and he gets a hand curled into your hair, yanking your head to attention before he even opens his eyes. you both sleep naked so he just needs to straddle your thighs and thrust in- he flattens himself along your back, his hand still keeping your hair taut, and rails you as hard as he can. eventually he gets fingers in your mouth, then grabs your jaw in one hand to get in a sloppy kiss while he cums balls deep inside you. without pulling out he slips a hand under you to rub your clit until you come apart around him, he sounds just as wrecked as you do

and boy does that position get lots of use; on the couch, floor, he even pushed you onto the table once and thankfully he finished just before the legs were about to give out(afterwards you appreciated the hella expensive table you previously didn’t think anyone needed a bit more)

he keeps getting more creative with how to squish and fuck, and he lives for it when you tell him how good he is at it and how much you appreciate it

I’m just going to stop here before I go on to write another thousand words about how Morgan would be so into this physicality that it would coax more and more of his dominant side out until you’re both obsessed, trying things you never even imagined before~