#ross colton smut

[leafs-lover]

Who should I write about? Central Battle

I've had this idea in my head for weeks now, and I just can't get it out of my head, so I'm going to write it :)

That said, I am wildly impartial to who the player is and have decided to leave that up to you! There are some requirements for the player in order to make the story work, so unfortunately some players are not eligible for this.

This story is more smut than anything else, so the player isn't all that important to me. To make it easier to navigate, I am splitting the polls into each division, these polls will last one week. I will be taking the top 8 overall and making a poll with them. The winner of that poll is who I'll write about.

Pacific Poll // Metro Poll // Atlantic Poll

Quick fic summary:

Reader insert. Reader and player grew up together but an unlikely friendship (he was a jock and she was a socially awkward band member)

Smut, smut, and even more smut! (I may mix in a sliver of plot, but its basically all smut)

Not a friends to lover trope

Player will be readers teacher, coaching her on everything in the bedroom 🥵

Could have multiple parts but they will all be stand-alone pieces. May also be months between them (I long ago gave up the idea of committing to writing schedules)

Don’t forget to reblog!

[cellythefloshie]

;; Tainted Love 500 Follower Celebration

Summary: The stars seem to align for the first time when you and Ross Colton meet up for drinks while the Colorado Avalanche are in town. But it's a dangerous game you're playing because the spark is still there and is hard to ignore even with the both of you being spoken for. Kinks & Tropes: CHEATING (putting this in all caps because I want to make sure it's clear. It is a very prominent theme in this fic), alcohol consumption, car sex, unprotected sex, no forms of contraception used, pull-out method, dirty talk Word Count: 4.5k+

I've got to get away from the pain you drive into the heart of me.

The cold, caught somewhere between a fall and winter wind, reddened your cheeks more than blush ever could. It stung as you walked through the quiet streets; you head down and the collar of your jacket popped in a desperate attempt to stay home. It was late, the only life seen in the bars and restaurants on either side of you as you passed. The streets were empty, the bustle of traffic long forgotten. The only vehicle was a single cab picking up patrons or dropping them off. There were still four hours until closing time. 

This, usually, was late enough for you to crawl into bed. You'd throw on a Netflix show, or listen to an audio book until you fell asleep. But you made plans. With your boyfriend out of town, you shouldn't have, but you did. 

You felt like you had to, because this might have been the only opportunity you had to see Ross. 

In town for one night only, and with his curfew broadened just because they had granted him more time to spend with his family, you couldn't say no. You never had said no to him either. The two of you shared a connection like you couldn't describe. Ever since you had first met on a dating app after one casual swipe in the right direction, you had clicked.

And even after the first date didn't work out, the encounter lasted no more than 5 minutes. You still kept in touch. You would get the occasional check in text. But beyond that, the two of you had gone your separate ways. 

You had your boyfriend, and months later he had his girl. And your respective relationships remained unbroken, fully committed. But in time, even after months of not speaking to one another, you always ended up in each other's messages. Just to catch up, nothing more, always innocent - or at least, that was what you told yourselves. 

And that's what meeting up in a bar you'd never been to would be. Just catching up over a drink. Nothing more. 

That was what you told yourself when you stopped at the front door, her head tipping back to look up at the dimly lit sign. Your body quivered with a shaky breath. 

Nerves? No. Ross never made you nervous. 

You knew what you were feeling, but you couldn't admit it to yourself. It was wrong. Yet, you did it anyway. 

You were greeted with a gust of warmth, a smile spreading over your face as you entered the busy bar. Bodies crowded around the bar top, music blared, and each television was broadcasting one sports event or another. 

Finding a table near the back, the broadcast talking about tomorrow's Devil's game was a welcome distraction. You watched it as you draped your jacket over the back of your chair, and as you glanced over the menu, you had pulled up on your phone with the help of the QR code stuck on the tabletop. It was a distraction more than anything. You almost always ordered the same drink, no matter where you went. You just wanted to look busy until Ross arrived. 

He announced his arrival discretely to not draw the attention of the surrounding people. He did it simply by speaking your name as his hand caressed over the small of your back in a featherlight touch. 

Your smile was too wide as you answered him, “Ross.”

Without thought, you stood up from your seat and threw your arms around him in a brief embrace. And he returned it, the strength of his arms wrapping around you and pulling you close. And for a moment, the two of you just stood there - just long enough to enjoy his embrace, but not long enough for it to be awkward. Then, your limbs fell away from him so naturally as you perched yourself back up on your chair. 

From there, you admired him as he rounded the table to sit across from you. Ross was over dressed in every sense of the word. He wore a white button down, your eyes drawn to the black buttons that trailed down his chest, and he shrugged off his sports coat, the color one you couldn't quite make out under the dim multi-color lights of what you deemed a dive bar. 

He draped the coat over the back of his chair, and his eyes that were bright with his smile found you. 

“I'm a bit over dressed, huh?” His question laced with a chuckle as he sat. 

You nodded. “Just a bit.” 

“Just came from dinner with the family,” he explained, as if you needed one. You weren't going to complain. He looked good in a suit. There were worse things you could get stuck looking at. 

“How was it? They must have been excited to see you.” 

And that was how the conversation began. So effortlessly, so naturally, as you moved from one topic to the next. His family, yours, how he had settled into Colorado, his girlfriend, your boyfriend. You talked about it all over a drink that quickly led to two. 

Once you finished sucking back nothing more than melted ice cubes from the bottom of your glass, you were cursing yourself for being such a lightweight. You could feel the buzz of alcohol coursing through you. The jitters in your hands, and the racing of your heart in your chest. One drink more and your brain would have fogged, but there wouldn't be another. 

It was late, and Ross was already asking for the bill. 

He paid it in full. 

“Thank you, you didn't have to do that,” you said as you stood up from your seat. Thankfully, you didn't waver on your feet. 

“You can cover it next time,” he said in such a way you believed him. 

But you knew there wouldn't be a next time. He would be flying back to Colorado after the game, and he had a girlfriend. You had a boyfriend. It couldn't happen again. It shouldn't. 

Together, you shrugged on your coats in the first awkward silence of the evening. Was this where you should say goodbye? Should you let him go on ahead and order yourself some water?

“Let me walk you to your car?” Ross’ voice cut through the silence. He had made up your mind for you. 

You nodded. “Yeah, sure. That'd be great.”

Keeping your head down, you left the bar together. Ross’ frame leading the way through the crowd that was now dwindling. It would be closing time soon. 

Stepping out into the cold air, you took in a sharp exhale. Its harshness almost left you light headed - or maybe that was the alcohol. 

You should have drunk some water. 

“I'm parked just up this way,” you told him and began the walk along the sidewalk with a casual stride. 

You walked together, your arms bumping up against one another with each casual stride. The contact left a soft smile on your lips, your gaze rising to look at him out of the corner of your eye. His hands had dipped into his pockets, and his collar popped to keep himself from the cold. And you stared for a moment, admiring how the city light reflected off his features. And how it ignited his too-perfect smile when he caught you staring. 

“You look amazing tonight,” his voice cut through the silent street, sending goosebumps to rise on your skin. 

Your smile tugged a little tighter at your cheeks. 

He shouldn't be giving you a compliment like that. You shouldn't have liked hearing them. But you didn't stop them. 

“Thanks, but I feel a little underdressed.”

Ross’ smile split wider, and a laugh erupted from his lips as he threw his head back. It was a laugh so comforting, so familiar, that it warmed your entire body as you came to stand in the empty parking lot where your vehicle sat alone. 

“This is me,” you gestured to the mid size SUV with the lazy sway of your arm. 

“Well,” he sighed out almost hesitantly, “it was really nice seeing you-”

You nodded slowly. “Yeah. Yeah it was.”

For a moment, the two of you just stood there, smiles on your faces and your eyes fixated on one another. Unmoving. Not quite wanting to leave. 

Then, he was stepping forward, his arms encasing you in his embraces, and your arms winding around him in return. Your cheek rested against his chest, his warmth radiating to you as he held you. You stood there, your eyes shutting for a moment as you relished in the feeling of him. The feeling of his arms wrapped around your body. The feeling of his hands on your back, and one dipping down. Down to where your ass peeked out from the edge of your jacket. There he gave it a gentle squeeze, and you could feel his gentle exhale as your own was trapped in your own chest. 

He shouldn't have touched you like that. 

You shouldn't have let him. 

And you shouldn't have liked it. 

Drawing back slowly, you tilted your head back to look up at him. And Ross was looking back down at you. His bright eyes were half closed in a dreamy gaze and the corners of his smile had gone soft, leaving his lips slightly parted as he let out each exhale. 

It washed over your face in a blossom of heat, and smelt of the sweet alcohol on his tongue. Ross’ face was so close to yours you could practically taste it–no, you just wanted to. 

“Good luck tomorrow,” you muttered out a quiet goodbye, your limbs not ready to recoil away from his body yet. 

“You should come, I can get you a ticket,” he offered, his words a breath into your hair that ignited your skin as he spoke. 

“I might take you up on it,” you told him, but you wouldn't. 

“I'll see you soon,” Ross sighed, his words igniting your skin as he spoke. 

Yeah, sure you will. Was what you wanted to say. To mock him with those words and a hint of a laugh. Because you knew how this would go. You would go home tonight, and Ross would go back to the hotel room. He would ask if you made it home safe, and you would answer. But then you wouldn't hear from him for days, weeks, maybe months until you crossed his mind again, or he was left with the lonely opportunity to message you. 

Instead, you said nothing, and you smiled a soft, tired smile. 

It was then his hands fell away from you, his touch trailed down your curves, ghosting over the peaks of your hips before you were void of his touch, his warmth, and left numb by his absence. 

So suddenly you felt cold, empty as you stood there in the parking lot. Your head spun, your eyes shutting tight as you tried to process a single thought. But there, as you sought for reason, for logic, there was only action. 

Your arm lurched out before you could stop it, and your hand found what it was looking for as fingers wrapped around Ross’ wrist and dragged down to coast over his palm. Your fingers traced over each crease slowly until you could feel his fingers so close to slipping away, but then his hand captured your hand in return. 

The sudden grasp of your hands together had his body recoiling into your own. There was a moment of tension in your arms before Ross stepped back into his place in front of you. Then, he took another step, forcing you to step back again and again until you were trapped between his body and your car door. He didn’t say a word, and neither did you. You didn’t have to. You could see all of what he wanted to say in the look of his eyes and how they searched yours so desperately for what you wanted from him. 

But what was it that you wanted? 

You said your goodbyes, yet it didn’t feel like enough. It never did, and that was probably why you so desperately clung to any kind of relationship with him. To fill and satisfy a void your boyfriend left in you, but also in hope that one day have the satisfaction of being with him the way you always thought you might but never could be. 

You had always run to Ross in a sense, especially during hardships. He knew you better than most, and he knew more of your secrets than anyone - and you were the same for him. Through tears and through laughter, the love you shared was unique. Unlike any other. Tainted. So close to friendship, but there would always be more. 

And for the first time, it truly felt like you could finally cross those lines together. With his girlfriend back in Colorado, and your boyfriend away on business, it almost felt like fate that the two of you were left alone in New Jersey together. 

His girlfriend didn’t know you existed, but you knew about her. 

Your boyfriend didn’t know he existed, but Ross knew about him. 

The two of you knew every little detail of each other's lives with your partners and helped each other through problems in your relationships that no one else seemed to understand. And it all seemed to be for nothing as you stood there in the night just waiting, hoping that he would kiss you. 

You held your breath as Ross’ hand came up to stroke over your cheek. His touch was so warm, so gentle, that it left your every thought melting from your brain. You held no worry, only anticipation that coiled in the depths of your stomach and left your limbs to tremble. All you could focus on was his fingertips and how they traced every angle of your cheek, down over your jaw, and finally to your lips that quivered with an uneven breath. 

It left your chest aching as you held the softened gaze of his eyes as they moved in as he closed the distance between you. You managed a single jagged breath before it was stolen from you, the warmth of his mouth all consuming as the kiss started in what was the careful brush of his lips against your own. 

Then, it was like a dam broke. 

There was no innocence in how Ross kissed you. His teeth moved hungrily against you, mouth open, and tongues gliding along one another before teeth clashed and desperate inhales were taken before you both dove further into self indulgence. It left you dizzy, your body pressed firmly back into the dirty door of your car. There, Ross knocked your legs just a single step apart and wedged a single leg between yours. You could feel him against the inside of each of your thighs, and so close to their apex. With just the single tilt of your hips, you could have ground yourself against him. Instead, you fumbled in your coat pockets for your keys. 

Your fingers moved over the buttons blindly in your pocket, moving over one button and then the other until the lights flickered and you heard the locks disengage. The loud thud was like the gunshot at the beginning of a race. You couldn’t move your hands fast enough, and neither could he as you both reached for the same door handle, his hand gripped your, gripping it and pulling open. It sent you stumbling away from the door and into his body that helped you into the backseat of your car. 

It was a spacious SUV. One you had slept in the back seat of on a road trip years ago. It wasn’t the most comfortable, but it was what you had, so it would do. You crawled up the length of the bench seats, giving Ross room to climb in behind you - but there was no space left between you when you heard the door shut firmly behind him. 

His hands were quick to find your body, his grasp so firm on your hips to draw you back into him. Your bodies were a knotted mess as you tried to get situated in the back, the driver’s side seat digging into your front, then your side, and finally your back as you threw your leg over his to straddle him. With his warmth back between your thighs, you stripped off your coat to try to ignore just how hot he made you. Tossing it aside, your hands were freed to explore. Your hands found his body, your touch stroking over the angles of his own face as you kissed him, tasted him. 

You were sure you had kissed him once before, but it had been so long you had forgotten the taste he left on your tongue. It was intoxicating, coaxing a moan up your lips as your hands found their place to rest knotted in the dark wisps of his hair. You toyed with the locks that would threaten to curl if they were only a little longer, as his hands trailed down the curves of your body. Ross caressed just under your breast, his thumb curiously reaching up and grazed just shy of your pert nipple that was pressing into the inside of your bra with the desperation of wanting to be touched. Then, his hands dipped lower over the circle of your waist, the rushed movement wrinkling the fabric, leaving the small of your back exposed. 

Touching your skin was like adding gasoline to an already raging fire. It sent Ross’ lips wandering from yours as his fingers stroked your soft, exposed flesh. His kiss traveled down over your chin, tickled your neck, and found your collarbone with a playful nip. It sent your heart racing. 

He knew you would like that. 

But you had to be careful. 

“No marks,” you breathed out, your eyes shutting as you tried to ignore why that had to be. 

“Yeah,” he breathed out quickly, “yeah, got it.”

With your exchange, it brought you both to a pause. Your chests heaved for breath, and your eyes seemed to look at everything except at each other. A decision needed to be made. You could stop before things could get any more complicated, or Ross could take off your shirt as he so desperately seemed to want to as his hand dragged along its delicate hem. 

You bit your lower lip firmly as you tried to look out the already fogged window. You could see the rainbow of colors that were the city lights shining through each drip of condensation. Focusing on a single droplet, you followed it down to the edge of the window and took a breath that escaped you with a sigh.

You knew what you wanted to do, but before you could say anything, Ross’ voice filled the air, “We don’t have to-”

Your head snapped to look in his direction. “You don’t want to?”

“That’s not what I'm saying,” he answered slowly, his teeth biting his own lip as his eyes fixated on yours. 

You knew what he was getting at. You were nervous, hesitant, but you knew you wanted this. You just needed the assurance that he wanted you as badly as you wanted him. 

“Ross…” you breathed out his name. It was the very beginning of the thought that threatened the very tip of your tongue, and that was left strangled in your throat as you felt Ross grip the swells of your hips. 

He held you firm in each hand, and with that hold, he guided you back and forth over his lap. Your hips angled instantly, grinding your needy core over the expense of his lap. You moved to and fro with his moments, and quivered at the feeling of his stiff cock beneath the thick seam of your jeans. 

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked you, his words slow and clear. He knew what he wanted, but he needed to hear it from you, too. Ross needed you to make the decision on your own, and to hear it from your own lips, even if he had already made up his mind for himself. 

“I-” you gasped out, your heart beating up into your ears like drums. It pulsed through your body, right through to your core that throbbed against the stiff outline of his cock. 

You should have told him to stop. 

You should have pulled your coat back on and sent him on his way. 

But you didn’t. 

“Don’t you dare,” you answered him after a moment, your voice stern, “just,” you took in a long inhale, “let’s be quick - unbutton your pants.”

Your bodies strained in the tight place as you both fought close quarters to undo your pants. You leaned back against the driver's seat to try to get the angle just right to work your jeans down, while Ross pressed down onto his heels and lifted his hips up high to work his hands just low enough for his cock to spring free. 

And while his pants rested around his knees, and that’s all he needed to do to be ready for you, you struggled. You let out a frustrated huff as the head of the driver’s seat dug into your back, and your arms fought the tight denim down your hips. The awkwardness left you slipping. Ross’ hand was quick to catch you before you could fall awkwardly onto him and his stiff cock that was so exposed, hard and ready for you to take him. 

“I got it,” Ross’ words were a rushed promise, his hands gripping the fabric and pulling them down your legs until they rested on the floor of the car with your shoes - but your panties they remained. You watched as Ross admired them for a moment. The simple pale colored lace that looked gray in the darkness. 

Your core clenched as his finger toyed with them, pushing and tugging at the fabric as he lured you back in close to him. And when you were a mere breath away, his finger dipped beneath the fabric and dragged along your slick core, if only just to tease you as he pulled the damned fabric to the side. 

“I wish I could enjoy you, the way you deserve to be enjoyed,” Ross hummed out, his hand guiding you forward to hover above the very tip of his cock. 

You nearly quivered at his words. Many times, he had told you how he would fuck you. How he would enjoy tasting your sweet cunt on his tongue before leaving you moaning as you took his cock like the slut girl you were. But there was no time for those luxuries. 

Angling yourself over his cock, you took hold of it in your cold hand carefully. The hiss that left his lips left your grinning, but it was him that was left with the last laugh as he thrust up into your wet cunt, leaving you overtaken by a pathetic whimper that came with the feeling of taking his cock inside you for the very first time. 

“You like that?” Ross asked you in a whisper, his hands remaining firm on your hips to guide him along his cock with the slow roll of your hips. 

You nodded feebly, your mouth opening to tell him just how good his cock felt, only to unleash a moan instead. 

“Look at you,” his grin grew, “so pretty as you take my cock, and taking it so well you don’t even have the words to tell me - and you’ve always been so good with your words,” he purred, “such a shame really.” 

Ross reached up with his hand, his fingers stroking over your lips as you were left on the verge of another moan. One you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of having just yet. 

“I like when you tell me what a dirty slut you are,” his thumb tugged at your lower lip playfully as he thrust up hard into your cunt, coaxing that moan you had choked back into the depth of your throat, “but you sure do have a pretty moan.”

Your core clenched around his cock at the compliment, your hands lurching forward to grip at the leather head rest behind him. 

“Shut up,” you spoke through grit teeth. 

“Oh?” he raised a brow up, his heels digging into the floor again and thrusting so deep your body couldn’t physically take him any further. “You don’t like when I talk dirty to you?”

Your core clenched again, then you gasped, “no, I-”

You moaned again, your entire body reverberating with the sound. 

“You’re so close, I can fucking feel how desperate you are on my cock.” Ross didn’t bite his tongue. He liked to see you so close to the verge of pleasure, practically melting in front of him, and your cunt flexing around him. 

With weak legs, you met every single thrust, but it wasn’t enough. Not for him and not for you, either. 

Ross gripped the fleas of your ass firm in both hands and used it as leverage as he lifted you up and guided you to lay out on the leather seats all without leaving the warm wet embrace of your cunt. With you sprawled out, Ross gripped your hips and guided your legs to wrap around his hips just right. Every thrust made you tingle, made you moan, and soon your toes were curling, your body near recoiling with pleasure. Yet, he thrust through each wave, through every flex of your core, sending his eyes rolling back in his own pleasure. 

“I’m close,” he choked out, your heart suddenly racing with panic. 

“Pull out,” you told him, voice stern, “I’m not, fuck I’m not on the pill. Pull out.”

“What?” he seemed shocked, his cock still buried deep inside you for a thrust, then another before he pulled out and found the warm embrace of his own hand. 

You lay there, panting, legs still quivering, as he worked himself through his climax. His face softened, his body arching over you as he painted the inside of your thighs and the leather seats with his cum. 

“Should have given me a heads up,” he panted out after a moment. 

“Would it have changed anything?” You countered. 

His head shook, “no, but I would have gotten you to suck me off or something-”

“You wish,” you shoved him playfully, “now, get your pants back on.”

Ross settled back into the seat the two of you had started in, but you remained laying there for a moment. You were seeing stars as you stared up at the ceiling, your one hand dipping between your legs and swiping over your cunt to make sure there had been no accidents before you put your panties back into place. Then, each of your moments had to be deliberate. The cum on the inside of your thighs had already begun to dry, but the cum on the seats was still hot and sticky. You couldn’t risk getting it on any of your clothes. It would have to be something you had to clean up before you got home, but first, you had to say your goodbyes. 

You pulled your pants up slowly in silence, then your shoes before you heard the door open and the cold night air infiltrated the car. It sent a shiver coursing through you, your hands desperately reaching for your coat as you slipped out of the car behind him. 

“Are you good to drive home?” Ross asked slowly, his hands in his pocket. 

You nodded. “Yeah, I’m good.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Message me when you get in?”

You looked to your empty driver seat, “yeah, just-” you sighed gently knowing you would be going back to the apartment you shared with your boyfriend even if it was empty for the next week, “don’t be surprised if you’re blocked in the morning when you try to message me.”

Ross’ feature faltered into a frown. “Regretting me already?”

Your heart sank. You didn’t know how to feel, or how you would feel in the morning when you had the night to fully comprehend the choices you had made. 

“Regret you? Nah, never.” You gave him a reassuring smile as you stepped in, your hands on his chest as you pressed up to give him a goodnight kiss. It was a soft, gentle kiss, one that had you pulling back like the gentle rise and fall of waves until he pulled you back in with both hands and kissed you deeply, making sure that you left with the taste of him on your lips. 

Then, you got into the driver's seat of your car, and brought the engine to life with the turn of your key. It reeked of sex, of cum, but it was nothing a good wash and a new air freshener couldn’t mask - but even then as you sat there, your eyes fixed on Ross as he stood there in the parking lot, watching you leave, you barely noticed the smell. No, the heavy feeling in your chest was too distracting. This time really felt like a goodbye. And not just a goodbye for now, but a goodbye forever. 

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The Masterlist

my hockey boys ✷

Hello! Welcome to my Masterlist this Masterlist will consist of only hockey players. It'll be much appreciated if you call me JJ. I write both smut-angst. If I do make smut works it'll be for 18+ if you're a minor DNI. If you'd like to request then shoot me a message or press the button on my profile that says "Request Here"Please choose from my prompt list. Blurbs Series NSFW Alphabet Request Here

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~Masterlist~

Requests are open: ~But I hold the right to delete any request I do not feel comfortable writing! Also if it takes me more than three weeks to create the one shot/part to series it may not be published. Last Edited: 11/16/24

Fluff- ❤︎ Angst-★ Dad Fic- ✿ Spicy (Implied Smut or actual Smut)-✖︎

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Cale Makar

Say Isn't it Strange pt. 1 ❤︎ pt. 2 ★ Lover ❤︎ Dog Days are Over ❤︎ just like heaven ❤︎ Castles Crumbling ★✿ Coconut Perfume❤︎

Nathan Mackinnon

The Fall of Home ❤︎✖︎ I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles) ❤︎ Colorado (For the First Time)★ ❤︎ Fix You ★ ❤︎ Blessed❤︎ Carry On, Carry On❤︎ Love You, Miss You, Mean It★ ❤︎ This is Home - a series Daylight ❤︎

Cole Caufield

5 foot 9 ❤︎ When He Sees Me ❤︎ Shadow in the Sun ★✖︎ Break up in the End ★ Half as Good as You ★ Until I Come Home ❤︎✖︎ Be My Forever✿❤︎ Ode to a Conversation Stuck in Your Throat❤︎ Halloween❤︎

Kirby Dach

Small Talk ❤︎ ✖︎ Your Needs, My Needs ★ Love You Goodbye ★✖︎ Say Love ❤︎ the boy is mine ❤︎ Please Please Please❤︎ Close to You❤︎

Alex Newhook

To Love Someone ❤︎ Heaven ❤︎ Hey ★✖︎

Nico Hischier

Isn't She Lovely ❤︎✿ because i liked a boy★ think later❤︎✖︎ Hard Sometimes❤︎✿ Oh Well, So What❤︎

Jack Hughes

Espresso ✖︎❤︎ F.Y.B.F pt. 1 ✖︎ pt. 2 ❤︎ Do I Wanna Know? ✖︎ Happier Than Ever ★ No Caller ID ❤︎★ Teenage Dirtbag❤︎

Ross Colton

Room for Two ❤︎

Quinn Hughes

Oh! Darling - a series Champagne Problems★ Meant To Be ★ Happily ★ What's It To You ❤︎ Feelslikeimfallinginlove ❤︎ Light my Love ��� Kiwi❤︎ Blowing Smoke❤︎

Ethan Edwards

If You Love Her❤︎

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Walk Me Home

miles wood / ross colton

Someone once told Miles that if something doesn’t scare the shit out of you, it probably isn’t worth doing. Signing to a new team, moving halfway across the country, then promptly falling in love with one of his linemates probably wasn't what they had in mind.

(29k, super slow burn, lots of pining, happy ending, fluff and smut. told myself I wasn't going to write hockey rpf then promptly wrote this monster of a fic, so enjoy)

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• I was told you’d like to receive a fic with fluff and smut. [No hurt/comfort, angst - unresolved] Do you have any specific plot/storyline you’d like me to follow for your fic?

• Any specific songs you’re interested in to go along with the fic? [This could determine the mood of the fic and give me more of an idea for it! If you want to skip this question just put N/A]

• Please correct me if I’m wrong or if I missed some players. The players you’d like to read for are JT Compher, Andrei Svechnikov, Tyson Jost, Brady Skjei, Matt Martin, Mikko Rantanen, Adrian Kempe. Connor McDavid, Vince Dunn, Ross Colton, Tyler Bertuzzi. Do you have a preference for one of these players? [I’m completely fine with writing for any of these players.]

• Any additional information I should know about?

I can’t wait to start writing. I look forward to future interactions/updates.

Ahhh hi!!! Putting my answers below a cut :)

Would you like your fic to be Reader Insert or OC? / What pronouns would you prefer me to use

I’m good with either - whatever you are most comfortable with and feel fits best for the story. I’d prefer she/her pronouns but would be okay with gender neutral as well.

Do you have any specific plot/storyline you’d like me to follow for your fic?

No specific plot! I’m good with established relationship or not - up to you.

Some tropes I generally enjoy: friends to lovers, fwb to lovers, exes to lovers, sharing a bed, roommates, grumpy/sunshine, forbidden (best friend’s brother/sister, brother’s best friend, etc)… basically any of the cheesy tropes I’m in for!

Any specific songs you’re interested in to go along with the fic?

I don’t have anything specific in mind but I know songs can really help me when I’m writing, so here are a few with varying vibes if any of them speak to you:

Summer Jam - Jake Owen & Florida Georgia Line

When You’re Ready - Shawn Mendes

Crush - Dave Matthews Band

Better Together - Luke Combs

Heartbeats - Childish Gambino

When Did You Fall - Chris Rice

Coming Home - Leon Bridges

Late to the Party - Kacey Musgraves

And when in doubt, John Mayer sings the music of my soul (so sorry Taylor) so JM can be included any time, any way, anywhere if desired.

Would you like your fic to be Reader Insert or OC?

I’d like to revise and remove Ross and Vince from the list, and as far as preferences go my favorite guys are JT, Andrei, and Brady - but am completely okay with any of them! Could def go with something spicy for Matt or Mikko too 🤓

Any additional information I should know about?

I’d prefer to not include anything pregnancy related, but other than that I’m open to pretty much anything!

If you need or want to include a side character/friend (not romantic), you can have pretty much any Red Wing - but again don’t feel obligated to include this!

As you can hopefully tell I am very flexible! Please feel free to ask if anything else comes up. Super excited to read what you put together!!! 🥰🩷

[ao3feed-hockey]

12 Days of Kinkmas 2022

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/6GC1pcK

by CellytheFlowshie

A collection of smutty holiday-themed one-shots featuring various players from the National Hockey League.

*All chapters are cross-posted on Tumblr (cellythefloshie).

Words: 13060, Chapters: 7/12, Language: English

Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Chris Kreider, Matthew Tkachuk, Adam Lowry, Ross Colton, Brandon Carlo, Nico Hischier, Leon Draisaitl

Additional Tags: Kinkmas 2022, Smut, Holidays, Anthology, One Shot Collection, POV Second Person, POV Female Character

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/6GC1pcK

[luvmmarner]

TAMPA BAY LIGHTNING

This is the list of ONLY the Tampa Bay Lightning players' imagines/fics.

✶ = smut

♡ = fluff

✰ = angst

ANTHONY CIRELLI ➮ i hate you not ✶ together ROSS COLTON (coming soon)

[leafsbabe]

how Ross Colton is like in bed

what Ross Colton is like in bed:

- he’s a tease

- likes to get you all hot and bothered and then pull away before doing it all over again

- wouldn’t necessarily fuck in public but he’d definitely start things in public

- getting handsy and whispering dirty things in your ear

- he got a talented tongue but he’s lazy

- will just tell you to sit on his face if you want him to eat you out

- but he will also wind his arms around your legs so that he can pull you closer and you don’t have a chance to escape his mouth

- when you’re blowing him he’s always so vocal

- his hands will just tangle in your hair but he doesn’t push your head or fuck your face unless you tell him to

- Colton is not picky when it comes to positions

- but he has a soft spot for doggy

- can get a little rough in bed but never to the point of hurting you or leaving marks beyond some hickeys or his handprint on your ass

- you might be sore the next day but he tries his best to take care of you

- might spank you but it’s not something he does every time you fuck

- can go more than one round but he mostly just likes to get you off one or two times before he fucks you

- if you allow him to he loves to come inside of you

- just watch his come leak out of you and maybe finger it back in just so none of his hard work gets lost

- Ross absolutely loves cuddling after sex

- he just enjoys the contact

- he’s the little spoon

his dick:

- pretty average width

- above average length though

the experience:

8.5/10

[cellythefloshie]

;; The Morning After The Honey Magnolia Collection

Summary: The morning after you and Ross hook up the first time you struggle to do the impossible: You have to hide it from your parents. And that's easier said than done when his mother finds evidence of a girl having been in his room. Read the Honey Magnolia Collection. Notes: “you” was written as an athlete (softball) recovering from an undisclosed injury that needed surgery to recover from, it left a scar.  Kinks & TW: stepcest, unprotected sex, bathroom sex, trying not to get caught sex. Word Count: 4015

Waking up in the morning wasn’t easy. Not during your recovery, and especially not after the night you had. You had been up too late. The early hours of the morning when you had crept back into your room feeling more like minutes than 4 hours of sleep ago as you lay sprawled out on your bed in nothing more than an old t-shirt. It was all you had pulled on after your walk of shame from Ross’ room down the hall. The lightweight fabric was enough to keep you covered if someone were to show up unexpectedly at your door, but best of all, it wasn’t heavy against the marks he had left on some of the most intimate parts of your body. 

You could feel the ache of them as you rolled out of bed and every step you took sent a quake through your breasts as you moved for a laundry basket of clean laundry you had yet to put away. You sorted through it by the fist full, pushing aside anything that would be too revealing for the breakfast table, and quickly settled on a sundress but made sure to tug a crewneck sweatshirt over top. The outfit wasn’t making any fashion statements with the look, and you were surely going to be a sweaty mess, but it covered up everything you wouldn’t have an explanation for. 

The marks were also the reason you wore your head down and even put makeup on the worst of them, even though you knew you were going to shower after breakfast. You were going to do anything to make sure no one could even think to question anything. 

That was easier said than done as you left the secrecy of your bedroom. You could conceal every inch of your skin if you wanted to, but there was no hiding the just-been-fucked confidence you always carried after a hookup. There was a bit of a hop in your step, and a smile constantly tugged at the corner of your lips as you made your descent down into the foyer. Worst of all, you felt rested for the first time in months and Ross’ mom noticed. 

“You’re cheery this morning,” she greeted you from the foot of the stairs, an empty laundry basket tucked under her arm as she prepared to go about her morning chores. “And awake before noon.”

“I know, weird, right?” you wrinkled your nose at her playfully, “must be all the sun I’ve been getting, all the rest.” You thought out loud with a shrug. 

But she wasn’t looking for an explanation. She was just happy to see you out of bed. “I’m going to be putting a load of laundry in. Do you have anything that needs to be washed?”

“No, I’m good. I still have to put my last load away, thanks though,” you smiled, making sure she knew that you appreciated what she did. You weren’t her daughter, but she treated you like one. 

Which made it all the more bittersweet as you looked to the right, through the archway, and to the living room. The television was on, but silent, the screen faded into that continue watching? message that blanket over the latest Netflix binge. He must have been up later than you had been, or at the very least he wanted to make it look like he was as he lay sprawled up on the couch in a pair of sweatpants and a loose-fitting t-shirt and nothing more to cover him than a throw blanket. He looked at peace as he lay there, his face soft, though you were sure he would have been more comfortable if he had slept in his bed. It left you feeling guilty, so much so that you thought about waking it to apologize. 

Instead, you let him rest. 

Retreating into the kitchen, you found the stool that you had claimed as your own since you were a teenager and smiled up at your dad as he worked at breakfast. He didn’t do much more than glance when he heard the stool drag across the floor before his focus returned to the scrambled eggs and bacon on the stove, but it wasn’t long until he was doing a double take. 

“My daughter, up this early? I must be dreaming,” he quipped, a bit of a laugh in his voice. 

“Ha, ha,” you forced out your mock laughter, “Very funny, Dad.”

“You sleep well?” He asked, the early morning small talk almost leaving you groaning. Any other morning, you would have been able to tolerate it. But the morning after sleeping with your stepbrother was not the morning you wanted to talk about how great you slept. 

“Yeah, great actually,” you said enough to satisfy him as nerves shot through you and you could sit still. Pushing up from your stool, you moved to the fridge and searched for something to drink. You hid yourself behind the fridge doors, carrying out the awkward-for-you conversation without looking back at him. 

Trying to distract yourself from the uneasy feeling in your stomach left your stomach heavy and left you unaware of what was going on behind you until the harsh sound of utensils being dropped behind you left you jumping back from the fridge. Your neck snapped toward the clamor and your eyes fell on your father and Kelly as they stood together, off to the side of the kitchen. They huddled around the laundry basket, looking down, and you watched as your father’s face turned a bold shade of red. He reached down into the laundry basket, and then he was gone - marching off into the living room. 

“Daddy?” you croaked out, your stomach sinking as you followed his stride. Just what had Kelly found while gathering the laundry? And why did not knowing leave you feeling on the verge of vomiting? 

Freezing in the doorway, you watched as your father pulled the blanket from Ross’s sleeping form. Then the pillow from beneath his head, sending it falling to the couch cushion with the gentle force being just enough to rouse Ross from his sleep. But your father didn’t wait for the tiredness to leave Ross’ eyes before he was shouting. 

“What did we say when you came home for the summer?” Your father’s tone was hard, disgusted, as Ross stared up at him with his eyes still heavy with sleep. “What was the one rule you agreed to?”

He was met by silence. That only angered him more, but it finally revealed just what your father was so upset about. From his hand, he threw the familiar glossy condom wrapper down onto the coffee table that rested between them. Then, his voice filled the living room with its booming authority, “No sneaking girls into the goddamn house!”

Hearing those words should have put you at ease, but you could still feel the knot in your stomach and the muscles in your shoulder grew tense as your father reprimanded Ross like some kind of child out for something that didn’t happen. He hadn’t snuck anyone into the house. But you had snuck into his room, and that left you feeling guilty. But not for what happened. You didn’t regret a single second of it. You just felt bad that he was taking the heat for it, but there was no telling the hell you both would be put through if your father found out what happened. 

You couldn’t even bring yourself to look at him in fear that if you looked at Ross the wrong way, everyone would know, but it was so very uncharacteristic of you to stand there in silence. You needed to chirp him for the mess he had gotten himself into. 

“We don’t need your puck bunny sluts coming around here, Ross,” the words that would have once given you so much satisfaction to say, felt almost unnatural leaving your lips. 

But it worked because Ross was looking at you with a slack-jawed annoyance that was the very definition of your relationship with him and your father was quick to point a finger your way. 

“He doesn’t need to hear it from you too,” his firmness remained, even as he spoke to you. But you were only his focus for a moment before his attention returned to Ross. 

“You won’t be doing this again,” your dad pointed his finger at him as if Ross was a small child, and he sat there like one, knowing all too well that fighting your father on this could expose something far worse. “Take her to a goddamn hotel or-” your father let out a long groan, his hand raising to rub over his face before he muttered, “At least you got the brain to use a fucking condom.”

That was the sentence that ended the one-sided argument that Ross hadn’t even tried to combat. He knew better than to go toe to toe with your father over that. But if he had, he would have tried to deny it. Your father would have fought him harder. And it would have been so easy for the family to be sent into turmoil with the simple fact that he hadn’t fucked some random puck bunny, but that the girl he was fucking was you. 

It left a sour taste in your mouth as you gathered around the kitchen island for breakfast. The four of you ate in an awkward silence, with Rob joining you halfway through the meal before he was out the door. And that left the four of you in silence. There was nothing but the sound of forks scraping against glass plates and the occasional frustrated huff from across the table as your father would look from you to Ross who sat beside you with his neck craned down to focus on nothing but the food on his plate. Defeated. 

You wanted to apologize to him for getting him into this mess, but you couldn’t. Not with his mother and your father still at the table. Not when an apology would bring to light what really happened. So, you did the only thing you thought you could to put him at ease. You propped your heel against the rung of the barstool at the counter and let your leg fall to the side slowly. Casually, your bare knee came to rest against his leg. 

Ross didn’t flinch away. Not even as your father got up from the kitchen island and excused himself from breakfast. He had work to do in his office, and his absence eased the tension in the room. 

With just Ross and Kelly there, you brought yourself to look up at him, your eyes almost pleading with their silent apology as his mom reached out to take your empty plate. 

“No, Mom, I got it.” Ross interrupted her reach, his hand reaching and taking your plate before her fingers could meet it. “I’ll clean up after breakfast, it’s the least I can do, really.”

Looking up from how his hand wrapped around the edge of your plate, you took in his mother’s features and how they softened at his words. The plates she held in her hand, she put down at the end of the kitchen island and rounded the corner to wrap her arms around her son before placing a kiss on the dark hair that contrasted her blonde. Then she muttered something to him, something you couldn’t quite hear. You weren’t sure if it was an apology on behalf of your father’s actions or an apology of her own for how things escalated further than she had intended to. But when they parted they exchanged soft smiles and Ross cleaned up the kitchen, leaving nothing but his warm behind on your bare leg. And Kelly’s attention fell to you. 

“I’m going to spend my day down on the beach. Did you want to come with me, and get some sun?” Kelly offered. 

On any other day, you would have accepted, but you wouldn’t be able to get away with wearing your sweater in the July heat. You needed its coverage to hide the marks her son’s mouth had left on her body, and there was no bathing suit in your closet that would even come close to covering anything. So you declined. 

“I’m just going to stay in today. I think I got too much sun by the pool yesterday,” was your quick excuse, and she required nothing more from you. Kelly was good like that. She never did. 

“I’ll meet you down there when I’m done here,” Ross assured his mother, drawing your eyes to him for but a moment before you were abandoning your stool in the kitchen and going upstairs. 

You would have to save your apology for later. 

He would spend his day out on the beach with his mother, away from you and the new tensions you tried to fight and you would fall back into your usual routine. Starting with a shower. You made a quick pit stop in your room to grab your towel and toiletries before moving back down the hallway to the bathroom that was wedged in between your father’s office and your bedroom. 

You piled your things on the counter around the sink and turned on the water as a warning. Anyone who needed that bathroom needed to use it now or get stuck waiting. When there were no quick footsteps along the hall, you moved to close the bathroom door, only to be met with the hollow sound of a palm meeting the surface of the door. 

Ross had snuck his way up the grand staircase and up to the bathroom without you hearing him coming, and he pushed his way into the bathroom so effortlessly it had you stepping back until you stood with your back against the bathroom counter. From there, with your jaw slacked and your hands gripping at the hem of your sweater, you watched as he shut the door carefully and engaged the lock behind him, trapping you inside the washroom with him. 

“What are you doing?” Your eyes went wide, “Dad’s office-”

“Is right on the other side of this wall,” he whispered back, knowingly, his words laced with his devilish smile. It was with that smile you knew he wasn’t there to use the washroom or to grab anything. He was there solely because that was where you were. Your father being in the next room only added to Ross’ satisfaction as he came to stand in front of you at the bathroom sink. And you could only stand there frozen, slack-jawed in shock as his hands found the smooth skin of your thighs and pushed up the skirt of your dress until his fingers found the flimsy fabric of your panties. It only took a single finger to drag them down your thighs, and once he hit your knees, Ross dropped the panties to rest around your ankles. Then his touch left your body and went to the waist of his sweatpants, tugging them down just enough for his already hard cock to spring free. 

A quivering breath coursed through you, your teeth biting down so hard on your bottom lip that it throbbed as he leaned in to whisper in your ear. 

“You going to be a good little slut for me?”

In an instant, as his breath washed over the shell of your ear and the skin of your cheek, your skin blazed hot. If it were any other man saying that to you, you might have slapped them. But you knew why Ross was saying it. You had fed the word right to him in the living room, and it was exactly what defined you as you hoisted yourself up onto the counter and felt the cold porcelain sink against the back of your thighs. 

The hot water clouded the bathroom with steam. The thick, hot air choking at your throat, leaving your breaths desperate as your hands tugged up the flimsy fabric of your sundress for him. And your skin perspired. It was a glistening shimmer of sweat that dripped down the angles of your body before he could even touch you. It left you tugging at your sweatshirt, drawing it away from the curves of your body and up over your head and bearing the marks of Ross’ mouth that mark their path down your neck and to your cleavage before disappearing beneath the fabric of your dress. 

You had almost expected Ross’ mouth to find the skin that he had claimed as his, but instead, he was leaning in, his lips finding yours to muffle the moans that were inevitably going to slip from your lips as his hands found your thighs and guided them open wide. The soft cotton of his sweatpants dragged against your inner thighs and paired with the firm grasp of his large hands around your flesh as teeth hit teeth. 

The first moan slipped up your throat and was swallowed up by his lips as a single hand left your thighs and slipped away. For a moment you didn’t know where it went, but then you felt it: the gentle stroke of the head of his cock against your core. With the careful guidance of his hand, he guided the tip of his length up and down from your core to your clit and back down again. Over and over until your core was slick with your arousal, and that same arousal was dripping down his cock. Then, you felt the pressure of his cock, the very tip of him splitting your walls and leaving you whimpering as his mouth left your lips and found your ear once more. 

“You gotta be a good girl and be nice and quiet for me,” he told you, his voice a low growl in your ear, barely heard over the drumming of the water against the bottom of the tub, “you saw how angry your dad got this morning. You don’t want to make him mad, do you?” 

You answered him with a simple shake of your head, your hair falling into your face at the force. If your father caught you, the two of you would be as good as dead. And that was the very reason Ross was in there with you. Ross wanted to fuck you out of spite for your father. It should have angered you, but it only excited you further. Especially when you knew your father was working at the desk just on the other side of the wall. 

His lips split into a smile as he muttered simple praise in your ear. His face was so close to your neck, you were left craning your neck out hoping he would kiss it, but Ross was all too caught up in your sweet cunt, your walls welcoming his cock in raw. You knew it was dumb to let him fuck you like that. Without protection. But this way, there would be nothing left for your father to find. No evidence that Ross had fucked you there in the bathroom. Nothing for your father to get mad at. 

And so you encouraged Ross, a soft, “You feel so good,” whispered in his ear as your foot ran up the back of his leg to draw him in as deep as you could take him. And that was all you allowed yourself to say. You knew that if you said anything else, moans would follow your words. You had to hold back or risk having your father overhear you through the thin bathroom wall. He might have overhead you already if it wasn’t for the downpour of hot water from the showerhead. And for that, you were thankful. Any soft sound that left your lips joined the gentle, rhythmic drum of water or muffled against Ross’ skin or mouth or hair as he left you reeling on the countertop. 

There was a certain pleasure that you felt when he fucked you like this. With nothing keeping him from you. Just flesh on flesh, two bodies both yearning, a desperate becoming one with each powerful, uneven thrust that left Ross’ hips bucking into yours and his thighs hitting the countertop. It left your legs winding around the back of your thighs, your core aching so close to your release that you didn’t know what to do with your limbs. You wanted so desperately just to coil around him. To wrap your arms and legs around him and feel the strength of his hockey-toned body and leave him to feel as your walls gripped around him. But that would be too great of a risk. 

Instead, your hands found the edge of the countertop, your knuckles paling as you gripped at it, and your legs fell away from him as your cunt throbbed with its pleasure. It left you whining, your teeth biting down so hard on your lower lip you thought it might bleed - and you only bit it harder as Ross let out a soft groan, his sweet praise in your ear as he relished in the feeling of you coming on his cock. 

Then, with a ghost of a moan, came his rushed warning, “I’m going to cum.”

His words sent your stomach into your throat and your body went cold. You didn’t exactly plan with him where he was going to cum. It left your heart pounding in your chest, almost feeling as if you were going to choke on your own tongue before he pulled away from you so quickly that there was a rush of cold air around your body. Then, with his hands stroking his own cock, Ross sent himself over the very edge of his climax and unloaded onto the angles of your pelvis and the thin fabric of your sun dress. 

You could feel the heated webs of his release as they threatened to drip down over your clit and soaked through your dress to be felt against your skin. You hated it when it got on your clothes. It was always so hard to wash out without doing a load of laundry properly and it wasn’t easy to hide from his mother. It sent a look of disdain over your features, and that wasn’t easy to hide from Ross, who stood smiling as he remained standing between your legs. 

“What?” there was a bit of a laugh in his words as he spoke, “it was that, or cum inside you…”

Just the thought sends a shiver through your body from your spine to your toes, and it didn’t go unnoticed. 

“Oh, you would like that. Wouldn’t you?”

And before you could answer, his hands were on your body again, one hand holding your thigh firm to the counter to keep you from slipping away and the other dipping between your legs. With two fingers, he found your sensitive clit and teased it slowly, gathering the cum you had yet to wipe or wash away before his fingers traveled down. Ross parted your sweet folds, dragging right down to your core before he pressed those same fingers inside, cum and all, all the while holding your wide-eyed gaze. 

And all you can do is let your mouth fall open in a ghost of a moan, your body near trembling and he let those fingers rest there buried in your heat. The mess you became in that moment left your legs trembling and Ross could only smile. 

In just under twenty-four hours, the two of you had gone from bickering by the pool to his cum inside you. You had become an absolute mess for him, and maybe he had become a mess for you, too. That, though,  he would never admit, but he would enjoy every minute of it. Luckily for the two of you, summer was just beginning and your parents had made sure they confined you both to the summer home for the duration of it. 

[ivyglow]

okay giving ross a blowjob so like imagine him strong the game winning goal and you send him a text that reads "you better be ready" or something along those lines and and he's all excited when he comes gets home and hw opens the bedroom door to find you in his jersey and lace black panties and you can just see his eyes go from all bright and happy to all of a sudden lust filled and dark. but you slowly walk over to him and palming him over his suit and that's what gets him. but you lead him over to the edge of the bed and just whisper "sit still" all quietly and breathlessly in his ear and home boy nearly busts right there. but you start by pulling his belt off really really slow and just looking him dead in the eye. and when you get him out of his pants and boxers you watch as his hard length slaps against his stomach and you lean lick from the bottom all the way to the tip and just place a very gentle and light kiss right where bis pre cum is sitting and your doing this all the while looking him in the eye. then you get him a moaning and moving mess on the end of the bed because of how deep your taking him and how wet your making him. then suddenly he blurts out "im gonna cum baby" while he's barred to the halt in your mouth and then he shoots his load all down your through and you swallow it all and just slowly kisses from the inside of his thighs up to him face and just say "good game baby" and he nearly melts right there. (sorry if this isn't the bet lmao)

*me going to sleep rn so I can dream about this scenario*

first, I love the idea of big ass man becoming a moaning mess, and second, to add: idk which vibes I get from him yet, but I think he would definitely either stroke your neck/jawline or hold your hair delicately pushing deeper inside your mouth. He would moan even louder once he notices you just swallowed all his cum

[coltonthelizard]

requested: connor l, o, q, r, y

L - Location

connor really digs doing it in places you might get caught. he’ll pull you into a dressing room at the mall or a stairwell at school because you just looked so hot and he couldn’t take it anymore. there’s a stairwell at school that’s basically abandoned and it has more or less become your spot. he’s got condoms stashed under the carpet

O - Oral

connor loves oral. he especially loves when you blow him since you know he���s mostly a dom and he can pull your hair and run his hands through it. but he knows exactly how to make you feel good when he’s giving you oral and he loves to drive you crazy with it

Q - Quickie

connor’s always down for a quickie. like if you’ve got twenty minutes to kill before you have to be somewhere guess what? sex. but that’s kind of what’s so special about it, that you have the kind of connection where you can just have hot giggly sex any time. most of the time you both prefer it to be longer so you can really get wild but quickies are a good time

R - Risk

you guys are super chill about trying anything even if you don’t think you’ll be into it. like you tried role playing once and you couldn’t stop laughing because connor was such a bad actor and couldn’t think of any of the right things to say. but you’ve tried out orgasm denial, anal, worship, hair pulling, switching roles, basically everything cause you’re always down to clown

Y - Yearning

this boy has the highest fucking sex drive. it’s unbelievable. his go to move is when you’re driving, he’ll have his hand on your thigh and slowly slide it up and start teasing you till you have to pull over and fuck him right there in the car. he’s got this little eyebrow raise down for certain situations that’s just like “you wanna go bang?” and he’s definitely used it at boring dinner parties he has to go to for larry

[huggybug]

MY list of guys who would fuck girls dumb (my opinion)

1) thomas bordeleau

2) josh anderson

3) brendan brisson

4) nick blankenburg

5) matthew tkachuk

6) leon draisaitl

7) cole sillinger

8) vince dunn

9) brock boeser

10) jamie oleksiak

11) ross colton

12) adam lowry

13) matty beniers

14) tyson jost

15) anthony beauvillier

my top five are a for sure but the rest of the list could use a second thought. idgaf if people judge me for this. -nick smut anon

DRAI ABSOLUTELY OMFG !!!!

mine🤭

1. matthew tkachuk

2. brendan brisson

3. matty beniers

4. nate mackinnon

5. jamie drysdale

6. mikko rantanen

7. pierre luc dubois

8. sidney crosby

9. leon draisaitl

10. ryder donovan

honorable mentions: nick blankenburg, owen power, nico hischier, nolan moyle

[cellythefloshie]

ＩＭＡＧＩＮＥ: Trying Not to Get Caught with Ross Colton *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ honey magnolia edition ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Celly's 300 Follower Appreciation Requested by @comphy-and-cozy

-who would have thought sleeping with Ross was exactly what you needed to be able to tolerate his presence

-and not only were you just tolerating it when you sat down at dinner together

-or had to sit a little too close during a family car ride

-you wanted to be spending your time together

-which was easy to do when you were stuck in the same house for the summer

-the tough part was trying not to make the change in your behaviours too obvious

-for years you hated each other

-finally getting along would beg too many questions

-and so you tread carefully as you moved into the living room where Ross was seating on the couch flipping through Netflix

-“what are you gonna watch?”

-“don’t know yet.”

-“that one looks good”

-and he scoffed, his bright eyes raising to meet yours 

-they were soft and didn’t match the annoyance he was trying to have perceived

-“sit down then-”

-you lay out on the couch beside him with your feet closest to him as you reached for one of the throw blankets

-the two of you settled in, the movie playing out on the screen while you heard his mother working on dishes in the kitchen

-Ross was quick to complain before the movie could really start

-“your feet are practically in my lap, sit up”

-he complained, and you sat up with a pout

-but his touch kept you from straying too far

-your eyes left the screen and looked at him as he tugged at your arm

-he drew you in close a trouble-making smile on his face

-“what are you doing?” you whispered

-“com’ere” he encouraged and drew you closer so that your head was resting on his shoulder

-“your mom-”

-“if you hear her coming, just pretend you’re asleep” 

-Ross slipped his hand beneath the blanket you had wrapped yourself in and tossed you a pillow to strategically cuddle over your frame

-it was the perfect cover for his hand as it slipped down the front of your sleep shorts and into your panties

-you took in a sharp inhale as your eyes went wide

-“Ross-”

-he hushed you

-“relax, unless you want my mom to know where my hand is…”

-you gave him a stern glance as you bit down on your lower lip in restraint

-you did your best not to move too much as his fingers stroked over the plain of your pelvis and dipped down

-but you did angle your hips just enough to help his hand with the awkward angle 

-you couldn’t risk anyone seeing the subtle movement of his arm

-Ross did his best to provide any of his movements and to disgust just where his hand had ended up by assuring that he was for the most part concealed by the blanket as well

-it was with that security that his hand began to move against you with confidence

-he had quickly learned what you liked

-and he enjoyed just how quickly he could have your reeling for him

-the added challenge of going unnoticed by his mother in the next room would only make it more difficult for you

-you would have to force composure

-you couldn’t make a sound

-and you couldn’t make a mess of the couch either

-it was a cruel thing to do to you really

-but it wasn’t purely self-indulgent

-as soon as his fingers could feel you becoming wet from his touch he began to struggle

-he could already feel his cock growing hard

-it earned a low “fuck” from his own lips as she leaned in to mutter his words into your hair 

-“i’m going to fuck you so good after they go to bed-”

-his final word was broken as he heard the shuffling of feet in the kitchen

-“you need anything before I head up for the night?”

-it was the voice of his mother

-sometimes she was too damn sweet for her own good

-because she walked straight into the living room and stood alongside the couch and down at you and Ross

-and you didn’t move an inch

-you weren’t even sure if you were breathing you had stilled so quickly

-petrified was the only way you could describe what you were feeling

-as Ross had delved his fingers deep inside you one final time before he stilled

-his fingers stayed there, deep in your cunt

-soaked in your arousal

-as you lay up against him pretending to have fallen asleep

-and she must had believed it

-because she didn’t seem to pry for more

-nor was she concerned

-you could only hear the smile in her voice as he spoke, “it’s so nice that the two of you are finally trying to get along”

-you felt Ross shrug and his head tilted carefully to one side as he gave off a nonchalant nod

-“i mean, i guess she’s alright”

-you did your best not to scowl

-and instead moved the only thing you could that his mother would not notice

-you flexed your cunt around his fingers

-and he made sure you know he felt it by hooking his fingers and dragging his fingertips over that spot that could so quickly make you unravel 

-“you headed up to bed?”

-“yeah, dad too,” his mom told him and you could hear her leaning over the arm of the couch to place a kiss on the top of his head

-“grab the lights?” Ross requested simply

-and then she walked away, her footsteps fading in the distance as she turned off the lights and left the main floor in darkness

-the two of you sat silent and still in the room for a long time

-your eyes opening up just enough to watch the movie

-all the while his fingers were still teasing the walls of your cunt

-“you think they’re asleep yet?” you whispered after what felt like ages

-“no way to know for sure…”

-Ross glanced back towards the stairs

-there was no glow from the bathroom at the top of the stairs

-and the house was quiet save for the credits of the movie 

-Ross reached for the remote with his free hand and turned off the tv to leave you both in complete darkness

-it brought a level of secrecy to the room

-one that gave you both the reassurance it shouldn’t

-with everyone else in bed, you shouldn’t get caught

-“you’re still soaked…”

-he told you carefully, his fingers returning to their slow pump once more

-it left you pushing the blanket aside and reaching for the drawstring of your shorts

-they were well soaked through and you were quick to dispose of them on the floor

-your panties were quick to follow 

-you kicked them aside before Ross was easing you back to lay out on the couch

-he pushed open your legs with ease and relished in the sight of you

-he pumped his fingers inside you deliberately, assuring to hit just the right spot that left you throwing your head back into the couch cushion

-your lips parted in a silent moan

-and while the sight of your pleasure was obscured by the darkness it left him grinning wide

-leaning in, he came to hover over you

-watching as your features melted with pleasure at his hand

-Ross didn’t stop until he felt your arousal dripping down his hands and the walls of your cunt flexing around his fingers

-and while he didn’t get to fuck you

-it would have been too much of a risk

-he was satisfied

-Ross withdraw his fingers, licking them clean before he reached down for your panties and sleep shorts

-he helped ease them back onto your weak legs before tossing the blanket back on top of you

-you looked up at him confused

-you should be making your way up to bed, and instead, Ross was making himself comfortable

-you raised a brow at him slowly, your head cocking to the side

-he opened his arm to you and welcomed you in as you came to rest your head against his chest

-he held you in his arms, his cheek pressed into the crown of your head and he became lost in the scent that was uniquely you

-“if my dad catches us here in the morning…”

-“it was a really boring movie, and you were already alseep,” he claimed

-and his lips coming down to kiss your hair carefully

-together you fell asleep on the sofa

-and come morning the sunlight would creep through the curtains and you too would wake together before his mother and your father could catch you

-and it wouldn’t be the last time you and Ross would take the risk

-the two of you liked to put yourselves in compromising positions…

[cellythefloshie]

;; 12 Days of Kinkmas Day 4 - Ross - Colton - The Layover Requested by Anon

Summary: There is nothing worse than travelling during the holidays, but Ross finds a way to pass the time.  Original Request: what about one where you two are like in public like at an airport maybe and you have a long layover and so he convinces you to sneak into the bathroom and y’all do it in the bathroom 😂 and like maybe someone comes in and he has to keep you quiet 😬 Kinks & TW: pre-established relationships, no foreplay, quickie, sex in public (airport bathroom), unprotected sex, thrill of potentially being caught, if I missed anything yell at me! Word Count: 1884

TAGLIST : @wingedwheelprxncess @mitchymainer @equallyshaw @starshine-hockey-girl  @beccaiscold @samanthasgone

You hated travelling. Worst of all, you hated travelling during the holidays. Airports were always busy, but they were flooded with people and their families as they wanted to fly home for the holidays or off to their vacation destination. It left the terminals loud with the cries of tired or hungry children, or the wailing of angry passengers upset by the delays or cancellations of their flights. It often left you with a headache, and the hustle and bustle of returning home for a few days often felt like a waste once the holidays were all over. It was all so much work, for little reward - but Ross, he was making it all worthwhile. 

It was your first holiday season together as a couple, and he had a limited number of days he could spend with anyone, and he had chosen to spend them with you, committing to meeting your family for the first time - and while that excited you, it left your nerves running haywire as you sat in the airport to wait out your layover. 

You were restless in your seat, your leg shaking as you finished reading the book you were supposed to read on the plane ride home. Tucking the book back into your carry-on, you let out a sigh, letting your head lull to the side to look at Ross who sat beside you as he aimlessly searched for a podcast to listen to. Noticing your gaze, Ross perked up, his lips curling up into a grin as if to silently say: finally. 

Tucking his phone away, Ross is reaching for your hand, his fingers toying with yours so effortlessly as his gaze meets yours - and that’s when you see it. The little glimmer in his eye. The one that only meant one thing. Biting your lip, you leaned in close and took in a heavy breath. And when you exhaled, you let out a low, uneasy whisper, “Ross, we can’t, no here-”

“No not here,” he grinned back at you, his words almost drowned out by the busy airport, “in the bathroom.”

You leaned back in your seat, glancing around him and to the bathrooms. You shifted in your seat almost uncomfortably. You craved to get up, to leave the horribly uncomfortable terminal seats and stretch your legs - hell, hooking up would ease a lot of your tensions, but in the airport's bathrooms? You almost scoffed, if you got caught you’d surely be banned from the airline. But, it didn’t deter you, not fully. 

“You’ve been thinking about this for a while already, haven’t you?” Your words earned a gentle squeeze around your hand, the prospect of you even considering it exciting Ross. 

“Yeah,” she smiled simply. 

“How long?”

He was hesitant to answer, earning a careful nod of encouragement from you that prompted his words: “Probably the last hour…”

Your body shook with a heavy sigh as you brought your free hand up to your forehead. “Jesus, Ross, really?”

Ross grinned wide, leaning in close to you so that you could feel his words against your skin as he spoke; “I’m already half hard-”

Your eyes shut in an instant, your breath near trembling through your body as you took in the shaky inhale. There was something about how he lowered his voice, how it had seemed to darken as it washed over your skin in a hot breath and made your core weak for him. You looked around the room slowly, taking in the sight of the chaos that unfolded around you. There was so much going on that even you couldn’t focus on any one thing and that put you at ease - no one would even notice. 

You looked at him as you chewed on your lower lip, your hand reaching down to your carry-on bag with little hesitation. He didn’t need verbal confirmation, your eyes said it all. What happened next happened quickly. He grabbed his own bag in one hand, holding your hand in the other before you were both walking through the crowded airport. You kept your head down, following his guidance slowly and only did you look up when you came to the bathroom door.

“The men’s room?” You yelped out, your feet falling into stumbling steps. 

He hushed you simply, pulling you in behind him and guiding you back into a single stall before anyone could catch you as they were coming and going from the washroom. You go to hang your bag off the hook on the back of the door but was quickly knocked from your hand and sent to the floor as Ross took hold of your waist and guided you back so that you were pressed firmly against the stall. You almost cringed, but your eyes were wandering. The toilet was clean, and the ground and stall too were clean too. 

“How is it cleaner than the woman’s room?” you muttered to yourself more than anything, earning a chuckle from Ross as he worked at the belt around his waist. 

Your hands dropped to your pants quickly as you heard his belt clamour, and your fingers made quick work of the button and zipper before shoving them and your panties down your hips - with Ross’ hold quickly coming in to help. There was no time for foreplay - not with the foot traffic outside the door and the risk of anyone walking into the public restroom. He wore a troublemaker’s grin as he reached between you with one hand, running the tip of two fingers over your clit briefly before dipping down to your cunt. The thrill of sneaking around had helped draw you into arousal, but the touch of his fingers helped complete the job. He stroked your entrance quickly, his fingers gliding over it slowly before sliding them up inside you with a single thrust. He held them inside your warmth for but a moment, letting your core adjust to the breadth of his fingers, and preparing you for the spread of his cock. 

His fingers were wet with your slick when he withdrew them, leaving you void as he picked you up with both hands. With the help of the bathroom stall, Ross guided your legs around his hips and held you up with the strength of his arms. Your hands reached over his arms slowly, smiling at how his muscles flexed and strained to keep you from the bathroom floor, and out of sight of anyone who would enter. Ross struggled to hold you up as one hand left you, his hand dropping down to his cock - that was no longer half-hard, but now completely stiff with his desire for you - and guiding it to your eager entrance. He slid into you effortlessly, forcing you to choke back a moan, as his hands returned to your waist. He held you there with a firm hold as he thrust up into you, over and over at a steady enough pace to keep himself satisfied but not enough that would send the stall rattling. 

Your lips pressed firm together, your desperate attempt to keep yourself from moaning as his cock spread you and dipped deep into the depths of your cunt. All you could manage were whimpers, but even then that was too loud when you both heard the bathroom door swing open. Your eyes went wide, and one of Ross’ hands reached up, without hesitation, and was placed firmly over your mouth. Your whimpers were muffled in an instant, your eyes locking with his as you heard the footsteps of another shuffling through the bathroom - but the presence of another didn’t stop Ross. While he did slow his thrusts in an attempt to keep quiet, his cock delved deep inside you, hitting just the right spot with every thrust. 

Eyes began to water, and your thighs began to quiver around him as the careful force of his hand over your mouth only intensified the pleasure. Not even the flush of the urinal nearby or the rush of water in the sink just outside the stall could kill your pleasure. If anything, it was the presence of the other person in the room and knowing full well that there was a possibility of getting caught that drove you to your orgasm. Your arousal was dripping down the thick vein of his cock with every one of his thrusts, and your core pulsed around him with every wave of pleasure. The heels of your foot dug into his lower back carefully, trying to encourage him to thrust into you as deep as you could take him. You watched as Ross grit his teeth, fighting back his own orgasm that was being coaxed by yours. He denied himself, his every thrust agonizing until the bathroom door opened and closed again. For a moment you were alone and he would utilize every moment of it. Ross pressed you so hard against the stall that your body ached his hands reaching up to grip around the top of the stall. He used the leverage to fuck you hard, the door of the stall rattling with each plunge. Ross groaned, low and gravelling but loud enough that if you hadn’t been alone the whole washroom would have heard it, as your cunt was flooded with his cum. 

It was the quickest, mess-free solution - and you were quick to reach for your panties when he eased his cock from inside you and lowered you back down to the floor. You were uneasy on your feet, your legs weak and threatening to give out at the demand of needing to stand. You dragged your panties back up your legs, quickly eliminating the possibility of having to clean up the cum that would have surely threatened to drip down the inside of your thighs. Instead, it would pool in your panties, and you would be forced to sit in it throughout the remainder of your layover and your flight home. Your pants were quick to follow, securing them around your waist before you picked up your bag from the floor. Sneaking out was going to be a lot more difficult than sneaking in, but first, Ross stole a kiss. It was enough to send you back against the still wall of the stall, a single hand cupping your cheek - a silent thank you for letting him indulge in you. 

The taste of him lingered on your lips as he took your hand again, and lead you from the bathroom without looking back. You blended into the crowd with ease, and only earned a few strangers - but curious looks, from those who noticed. You had to stifle a laugh as you both found your way to empty seats in your terminal. Your eyes looked up to the screen, earning a sigh from your lip as you found little to no improvement in the delay of your layover. A hand slipped into your bag, drawing out the book you had already finished, and opening it to the front page once more. Beside you, Ross sat, his arm slung behind you on the back of your chair as he put in his AirPods and began to scroll through his podcasts and the two of you sat, waiting for your layover as if nothing had happened.

[cellythefloshie]

;; 12 Days of Kinkmas     Day 11 - Road Wife Holiday Special - New Years Eve

Summary: The organization throws a hell of a New Years party, but you struggle to find your place in a room full of coworkers, players and their wives - and a new years party is never complete without a new years kiss.  Notes: This oneshot is written as an independent piece and has no influence on the main plot of the Road Wife series. Featured Players: Anthony Cirelli, Mathieu Joseph, Alex Killorn (mentioned), Brayden Point, Ross Colton Kinks & TW: alcohol, excessive drinking, anxiety/depression type themes, loneliness, mentions of sex work and infidelity. Word Count: 3379

TAGLIST : @wingedwheelprxncess @mitchymainer @equallyshaw @starshine-hockey-girl  @beccaiscold @samanthasgone​

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Unlike the holiday party, which was very much family-friendly, the Tampa Bay Lightning organization liked to go all out for New Year's Eve. They hadn’t just set up entertainment and an early dinner this time, no, they had rented a hall to ring in the new year. Complete with catering, an open bar and a semi-formal dress code you instantly felt out of place. You walked in through the doors without a date on your arm, your clutch bag held tight in your hand as the room consumed you. In an instant, you felt as if your dress was constricting around your chest - even though you had bought it specifically for the event, and the dress fit your body perfectly - and all you could do was tell yourself that the feeling would pass as you moved further into the grand room filled with strangers. 

Sure, you were more than acquainted with the players, but tonight they were accompanied by their wives. You would not be needed, nor would the wives want you around, and so you were left to the wolves. Also known as, your colleagues: the media team. The team was great, welcoming and always excited to have you tag along when they would go out to explore the cities the team was playing in during a long road trip - but you weren’t as close with them as you could be. Not when you had obligations to the team that they didn’t know about. 

As you approached the table the team greeted you with smiles, if they had any suspicions of the role you helped with the team they hid it well - hell, you wouldn’t be surprised if they all knew as the players weren’t often discrete on the plane ride from one city to the next. And you could vividly remember a time you were sure Gabby Shirley had caught you with your clothes dishevelled as you left an appointment at the back of the plane. She had only smiled at you then, and it was the same smile she was giving you now as you approached the table - but this time it was paired with a welcoming hug. 

“We were thinking you were going to bail on us!” Gabby spoke into your hair, her arms wrapped around you effortlessly, before s she pulled back and introduced you to her fiance. Then, her gaze wandered, her petite form looking around you as if someone has hidden behind you. “Where’s your date?”

You could feel your stomach sink at her words, your grip on your clutch sending your knuckles white as you forced a smile. Your words were more of a question than a statement once you found them, “I don’t have one?” 

Taking your lower lip into your mouth, chewing it slowly and smudging your lipstick, you let your gaze fall on the table of your peers and their partners. They each wore the same look, caught somewhere between awkwardness and pity as they didn’t quite know how to feel about your situation - not that you could blame them, in the moment neither did you. 

“No shame in that,” Gabby was quick to fill the silence as she found her seat at the table once more, “still so young, you have lots of time to find someone.”

As if you could taste her words, your tongue slid over the back of your teeth trying to rid your mouth of the sourness. It lingered as you tried to find just the right words to say, your gaze going astray to take in the sight of what all surrounded you, but instead of putting you at ease, it added to the reeling thoughts in your mind. Everywhere you looked you seemed to see one thing, and one thing only: one of the players and their wife or girlfriend. It stung, and not because you were jealous. No, you were never jealous of the relationship the players had with their wives. You respected it and were thankful that you had been a part of it. What you were was lonely. 

As long as your name was inked on the contract, and you held the title of Road Wife, you wouldn’t be able to maintain a real relationship with anyone. Not a player, and definitely not an outsider. You would never get to show up at a team event on somebody’s arm, and tonight you would ultimately be ringing in the new year alone. 

Forcing a smile, you settled into your seat and tried to ignore the empty seat beside you that was meant for your plus one that didn’t exist. It was then your eyes settled on your wine glass, and your smile became genuine if only for a moment for you knew that come diner service, your night was going to become much more enjoyable. 

By the time the plates of dinner and dessert were cleared, you were pleasantly buzzed. It was enough to have you content with people watching from your seat - that was until the DJ started his set. The music flooded the room and it was met with cheers, including those from your own lips. You loved dancing, and you had consumed just the right amount of wine to want to be out on the dance floor in a room full of coworkers. 

“That’s my queue,” you told your table as you drained the rest of your wine from your glass and placed it down on the tabletop beside your purse. 

Your words earned cheers of encouragement from the media team as you stood up from the table, and kicked off your heels so they sat toppled against each other beneath your chair. The walk to the dance floor was almost dreamy, maybe you were a little more than buzzed, eyes falling on you as you pushed between crowded tables. When you took to the floor there had only been a few couples to have taken to it, their dancing subtle, almost lazy - especially when it came to dancing next to you. You danced like there was nobody watching when most of the room undoubtedly had their eyes on you. You didn’t hold back - for tonight you didn’t have to. You had no obligations, and zero worries about being hungover on the flight to New York come morning. 

And apparently, neither had Tony. 

You sobered up the moment you spotted him through the crowds. He was slumped over in his seat at his assigned dining table, wearing that same dead look he had last worn back at the boat parade when he had let the alcohol get the best of him. The whole room seemed to go quiet around you as you became still, even if the party was still raging with life, and you left the dance floor behind you. Careful strides took you back to the tables and you didn’t stop until you had dropped to your knees in front of Tony. You spoke his name in a gentle voice, one that was joined by the gentle touch of your hand over his thigh. You watched as he looked down at you, his dark curls falling down into his face as he managed a smile at the sight of you. 

When he spoke your name, no matter how sweet he was trying to sound, there was no hiding how he slurred and how his breath stunk of alcohol. “Tony,” you sighed out, almost disappointed as you reached a hand out to stroke over the paled flesh of his cheek. He was so far gone, not even the pitcher of water on the table could save him. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that he would be ringing in the new year with his head in a toilet bowl and you were determined to be the one to take care of him. 

“We need to get you home, Tony,” you told him gently, and you watched his lips curl up at the idea of taking you home. 

“Killorn’s outside with the cab-” Mathieu speaks up from behind you, drawing your attention away from Tony for a moment. 

You offer him a thankful smile, you could always count on them to take care of each other. “Let me just grab my things and I-”

Mathieu said your name softly, offering you a hand to help you up from the floor, “you don’t have to do all this,” his words made your stomach knot and your lips parted to insist but he was quick to silence you with his own words, “you do so much for us already, and Tony’s not going to remember this night in the morning - but if he wakes up and sees that you had to spend the night taking care of him instead of being here celebrating with everyone,” Mathieu sighed, shaking his head as he looked down at his closest friend, “he wouldn’t want that for you. Not when you could be here having fun with everyone,” and then his voice dropped so that only you could hear, “looking that good shouldn’t be wasted on his bedroom tonight.”

“At least let me help take him out to the cab,” you spoke out, your words desperate as Mathieu leaned in to slide an arm under and around Tony to hoist him up from his seat. 

“You don’t have shoes on,” Mathieu told you firmly, offering you a sorry look, “he’s in good hands. I’ll take good care of him.”

Knees aching against the floor where you knelt, you watched Mathieu leads Tony off and through the party with his staggered steps the only thing holding them back. You remained there, watching them as they went until they had been lost in the crowd and had fallen out of your line of sight - and suddenly the party seemed all the more overwhelming now. 

Your focus had been drawn back to reality, the music no longer backgrounds noise for your mere moment with Tony. The dance floor was crowded now and was much more intimidating than it had been when you had walked onto it fueled by the confidence only wine could have given you. With the confidence having faded, there was only one logical thing to do: Get another drink. 

The lines around the many bars stations around the hall were winding as many of the guests in attendance had migrated from the dinner tables to mingle with coworkers, friends, and family over drinks. You blended right into them, the conversations and music around you a symphony in your ears. You didn’t listen to any one thing in particular, not the lyrics of the song, or the conversations behind had in front or behind you as you shuffled forward with each passing drink order. That was until you felt the touch of a warm hand against your back and the sweet breath of words against your cheek. 

“You look stunning, darling.”

You tensed slightly as you cast a glance to the right, taking in the sight of Brayden as he stood with his hand on your lower back as if it weren’t something out of the ordinary. His dress shirt was already loose around the collar, his jacket and tie were already lost, and his hair was already falling into the shaggy mess you were used to seeing. 

“Something tells me you just didn’t want to go to the back of the line,” you teased him, taking in a slow breath to try to put your body at ease. 

Brayden smirked, his bright eyes dropping to the floor as his hand slipped down a little lower on your back to stroke over the expanse just above your ass casually. When he let his gaze rise again, he leaned in close and let his voice drop down to a whisper, “can’t a man just want to enjoy a drink with his wife?”

Your cheeks grew so hot that you were sure you were blushing and your lips parted as if to chastise him for saying something like that surrounded by people - for touching you like that when someone could so clearly see but you were rendered speechless as you came to the bar. It felt as if you were tripping over your tongue as you leaned up against the pop-up bar and ordered another glass of wine. 

Your order left Brandon scoffing as he too pressed up against the bar. He leaned up against it with one arm, his hand resting over yours so causally it almost looked like an accident as he ordered two shots of Canadian whiskey and his favored drink to take back with him to his table - but Brayden wasn’t going to retreat until you had taken the shot with him. He held it out to you with a wide grin, his gaze narrowed yet playful. 

“I shouldn’t-” You started to protest, but then your eyes settled on the deep amber alcohol in the small, disposable, plastic cup. You knew better than to mix your alcohol, but if you already planned on being hungover come morning, there really was no harm in it. “Yeah, okay. Okay, give it here.”

Your fingertips seemed to tingle as they brushed against his to secure the cup in your hold. You took it between two fingers, raising it up to him in a silent toast before bringing it to your lips and knocking it back in a single motion. As you sipped it, and Brayden sipped at his own, you held one another's gaze. The whiskey burned down your throat, and his stare sent your entire body ablaze. The feeling struck you, right through to your core and it left you choking - or maybe that was the alcohol? It left you smiling all the same as you lowered the small cup and abandoned it on a nearby cocktail table. 

Brayden reached a handout, laughing as you coughed, and pat your upper arm with an endearing touch, “atta girl.”

His touch lingered as he retracted his hand, his coy smile wavering for a moment as he heard his wife calling out to him from a nearby table. “I was supposed to be getting her a drink,” he recalled, his head shaking as he realized that it had completely slipped his mind. 

“I won't keep you,” you assured, stepping back so that you stood just out of his reach - and you smiled a little wider trying to hide how your lips threatened to falter into a frown. It was the second time you had watched someone walk away from you all evening and it sent your mind into a spiral. You hadn’t meant to be a distraction, especially with his wife in attendance. It sent your stomach sinking and your palms grew sweaty against the glass of wine in your hand. Then your skin was crawling and your chest became heavy with guilt. You needed a refuge, but it wouldn’t be found with the players, their wives or your colleagues. No, you needed a moment alone. 

You found your solace outside where night blanketed the sky and the humid air had crisp and fresh on your face. The concrete was cool beneath your bare feet, but you paid no mind to it as you took slow, pacing steps up and down the length of the patio outside the venue. Time was lost as you enjoyed the patio, your eyes fixated on the city skyline beyond and how its lights glimmered brighter than the stars in the sky - but soon even they would be outshone as the time was winding closer and closer to midnight and fireworks would soon kiss the skies. 

Sipping your wine, you settled along the railing. The winds raised goosebumps over your flesh and sent chills down your spine. It had you contemplating going back inside for your coat, but you dismissed the idea. If you were going to enjoy one thing, it was going to be the fireworks even if you have to enjoy them alone-

Breaking your thoughts was the opening and closing of the patio doors behind you. At first, you didn’t look back, expecting a group to be coming out for some air or to prepare to watch the fireworks from the patio instead of through one of the many windows - but you only heard one pair of footsteps behind you. Curious, you cast a glance back, a curtain of hair falling over half of your face as it was caught in the wind, and your eyes settle on a familiar face. 

“What are you doing out here, sweetheart?” Ross’ voice was as soft as the night sky as he abandoned the party behind him and approached you by the railing. 

Biting your lower lip, you look back out over the city skyline, your shoulders giving off a lazy shrug in response to his question. You wanted to be able to tell him, or anyone really, how you felt - but you knew that there were only two people that would understand what you were going through: the road wife in St Louis, and the former wife of Tampa Bay. So you forced a half smile and didn’t let your eyes meet his as you heard the countdown begin inside. The new year was upon you. 

“It seemed like a good place to watch the fireworks,” you told him, but he could hear the dejection in your voice and the sigh that followed. 

Stepping forward, Ross spoke your name just loud enough to pull your eyes from the city and the skies. It was then you noticed just how close he was, and how he continued to steal the space between you. His hand reached up, stroking away the hair that had fallen over your face before his warm, gentle tough settled over your cheek. He stroked it slowly with his thumb, over the angle of your cheek and down over the length of your chin before grazing over your lip that had begun to swell oh so slightly from the own bite of your own teeth. The pad of his thumb against your lip had them falling open in the slightest of gasps, your eyes wide and glassy as they met his crystal gaze. 

“Ross,” you muttered, his thumb falling to your chin as the countdown inside grew loud, and closer to one. 

With his free hand Ross quickly found your hip, the silken fabrics of your dress wrinkling beneath his touch as he took hold of you. He drew you in with the smallest of steps until your body was flush against his, and then the countdown stuck the new year and the final breath between you was stollen and filled with a kiss. Ross’ lips descended down on you in a kiss that was far from something sweet. He was always someone who had kissed you with intent. There was not a single ounce of shyness in how his lips moved against yours with such familiarity and passion. He didn’t draw back to join in with the cheers, and neither of you flinched back as the sky was filled with the fizzling color of the fireworks. Instead, his thumb was pressing against your chin, drawing your mouth open to invite the stroke of his tongue. You near groaned at the flavors of him, a sweet mix of citrus, vanilla and vodka flooding your taste buds before he drew back, leaving you breathless. 

You stood in front of him, lips parted as you found your breath, and you watched the colors of the fireworks as their light was cast over his face. He wore that same cocky smile you had given you the very first night you had met during his rookie season as he stripped off his blazer. Reaching out, he draped it over your shoulders to keep you from the night’s breeze. You couldn’t help but  admire him for a moment. With just a single action every feeling of doubt, and loneliness had faded. A small, thankful smile blossomed over your features because of him, and you welcomed the warm touch of his hand lacing with yours. You welcomed it’s hold, giving his hand a careful squeeze, and together the two of you stood and watched as the fireworks painted the night sky.