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They Shoot Websters, Don't They?

Hi! It's me with another fic to wreck you (but there's hope in this one I promise).

This is for @antoineroussel's winter fic exchange! I had the honor of writing for the lovely @laurenairay! Thanks to my girls @assmanselke @matthewtkachuk @kat-hearts, @raysofcrosby and Demi again for reading and editing this and threatening me to write a happy ending which I still didn't really listen to but here we are.

The title and the end of this are inspired by the Season 3 episode of Gilmore Girls titled "They Shoot Gilmores, Don't They," so iykyk

Warnings: Drinking, Swearing, Asshole boyfriend

WC: 5390

“It’s Christmas Eve, and you’re sitting by yourself on the couch, doing nothing but eating a bowl of chips like a pack mule,” Noel hears through her speakerphone and scoffs at the accusation. 

“That’s mean.”

“Am I wrong?”

Noel hesitates. “No,” she says, begrudgingly, putting the bowl of chips down in front of her as if Andre can see her. “What point are you trying to make?” 

“Let me pick you up. You can spend the day with me instead of on the couch by yourself.”

She hesitates again. There’s no reason why she should be disrupting her quiet day in the warmth of her apartment and the coziness of the blankets. Her favorite tea is sitting next to her in her favorite mug, she was getting ready to pull up her favorite movie to play in the background, and a stack of books on the side table calling her name as they had been since she got off work the night before. “I don’t want to get up.”

“I’m coming over anyway.” 

“Hey, no,” she protests.

“I’m turning on your street right now; I’ll see you in less than two minutes.” 

She tries to argue back before he inevitably hangs up without letting her get in another word and contemplates putting the chain on the door so that he can’t get in without her physically letting him in. But that means she will have to get up from the comforts of her blanket and the couch and actually put the chain on the door. Is stopping him from coming in really worth moving? 

What’s the harm in spending a day with her best friend? She can’t be with her family because they’re on the other side of the country, she isn’t extremely close with her work friends to have one of them invite her over, and Andre isn’t with his family either. He’s her best friend. That’s it. Any boyfriend she’s ever had never had as much stuff left behind in her place as Andre did. 

They know each other better than they know anyone else. Andre has multiple sets of clothing left behind in her apartment, and she has the same at his. He has overnight stuff stashed away for all the nights he spends with her after road trips or when he needs to get away from the guys, and she has stuff at his place for the same reason. He knows where everything is  in her kitchen to just start making food for them whenever he wants, and she does the same at his place. He has a copy of her favorite books and movies stashed away somewhere for her in his bedroom, and he has the same thing in her place. 

“Webster, you look pathetic,” Andre says, bursting through the door, Noel regretting giving him a spare key, breaking her out of her spiraling about their relationship.

“That key is supposed to be for emergencies, you know,” she fires back, making a face at the use of her last name. 

“Based on your current state, this is clearly an emergency,” Andre tells her, flopping down on the couch and attempting to unwrap her. “Hey, don’t hit!” 

Noel grumbles, doing her best to attempt to rip the blankets back from him. There’s no need for him to be doing this. She was perfectly fine sitting on her couch. “Stop it,” she tells him, trying her best to get away from him. “You’re being mean.” 

The two of them continue to fight with the blankets, Andre ending up with the entire thing behind him, Noel trying her best to reach for them. He puts them behind him, laying down so that they are under his back. Without thinking, Noel’s legs and one arm were on one side of his body, practically laying on top of him while she tries to get the blanket. She feels herself wobbling, Andre’s free hand shooting up to steady her, wrapping it around her and landing on the small of her back. The two of them stop for a minute, both of them breathing heavier than normal from their stupid struggle. Noel swears she sees Andre’s eyes flick between her own and her lips, their heads moving closer and closer ever so slightly. He wants to kiss her, more than she realizes. The moment ends when Noel launches herself back to her corner, clearing her throat and trying to act like nothing has happened. 

“So what does your Christmas Eve look like, then?” she asks him, breaking the silence. 

“Well, when I was younger, we would go sledding, but there’s no snow for that right now, so that’s out of the question. I would make cookies with my family, and eventually, we would bring them around to our friends.”

“That takes up a whole day?” 

“A couple of hours, yeah.”

“Andre,” Noel whines.

  “Come on, we can make cookies, watch your Christmas movies, drink the tea you love out of the mug you love, I will even read you the books you have right there while we’re baking if you want.” Andre turns to her, taking her hands in his. “Please, Noel?”

She rolls her eyes at the goofy grin covering his face, the puppy dog eyes that he flashes at her making her unable to say no to him. “Fine. What are we starting with?”

Andre jumps off the couch, his hand still in hers as he drags her to the kitchen. “We can make all the cookies I made with my grandmother growing up, and any you have that you want to make.” He starts to look through her cabinets, trying to find anything that would resemble the ingredients of a cookie and laying them out on the counter. “You only have flour and sugar. You don’t even have eggs. Or milk?”

Noel shrugs, knowing that she has nothing. “I was going to wait out the Christmas chaos and go shopping after the holiday. I have enough to survive, why get more?” 

“We’re going,” he tells her, pulling out his phone to see what is still open and for how long. “The market a block over is open until 5, so we have plenty of time to get everything we need.”

“That’s mean to go on Christmas Eve,” Noel tries to protest as Andre starts throwing her coat and hat at her. 

“Come on, Webster,” he pleads, calling her by her last name even though he knows she hates it, “We’re going to be in and out. We can even bring the store owner cookies as a thank you if they’re still open when we’re done.” She starts putting on her stuff, not wanting to go outside on the day she’s supposed to stay tucked in. He is just lucky that the stuff she wears around the apartment is something she would go out in on a normal day, too. “Don’t be a Grinch.” 

“I’m literally named after Christmas. I can’t be a Grinch by default.”

Andre grins at her, taking her hand in his and dragging her out of her apartment. “This’ll be fun, I promise.” 

Andre starts rattling off recipe after recipe, ingredient after ingredient for what is sounding like a plethora of cookies that Noel knows she doesn’t have enough utensils, bowls, and cookie sheets for.

“How many types of cookies do you normally make on Christmas Eve?” she asks, scared for the answer.

“Swedish tradition is seven.” 

“Seven?” Noel nearly screams. She can’t even think of seven cookie flavors she likes, let alone seven flavors she can make. “Why seven?”

Andre shrugs, opening the door to the market, suddenly overly conscious that he is still holding Noel’s hand. “Less made you look stingy, more made you look like a show off.” 

“I kind of like that.” Noel grabs a basket, trying to keep up with everything that Andre was absent-mindedly throwing at her. 

“What kind of cookies did you make when you were growing up?”

“Never had any. Christmas isn’t really a big thing for us. I didn’t really ever celebrate it until I moved out here and met…” Noel starts, trailing off as Andre puts more and more in the basket she’s holding. 

“Met Myles,” Andre finishes her sentence for her. He turns his back to her, pretending to look at the different raspberry jams in front of him, swallowing hard at the thought of Noel’s boyfriend. “What’s he doing tonight?”

“He’s been with his family at their ski house since Sunday. I told him not to wait for me since I had to work yesterday, and that I would see him for the New Year.” 

“Even more of a reason to be together tonight, then,” Andre chokes out. “We can’t be with our families, we might as well be with our friends instead.” 

They finish up at the store, Andre talking a mile a minute about the cookies he wants the two of them to make. They aren’t going to make seven, only the three that Andre knows how to make without looking up the recipes: hallongrottor, schackrutor, and nötkakor. Noel has no idea half of the things he is saying as they walk back, both of them with arms full of bags. She isn’t even sure what he’s talking about is even baking related by the time they get back to her apartment. 

“Oh, so you get started on the chess board cookie dough, I’ll do the thumbprints.”

Noel nods and measures and mixes as Andre tells her what to do. It’s soothing, making vanilla and chocolate dough. While she’s mixing, she looks over at Andre, who’s already shaping his cookies. She smiles while she watches him, the intensity that he has on his face as he focuses on making perfect circles, indenting the center just enough so they can hold the raspberry jam he picked out earlier without breaking from the weight of how much jam he plans on putting on the center. 

He has flour on his forehead, right above his eyebrow. Noel wants to go over to him and wipe it off. But that would be weird, wouldn’t it? There’s no reason to do that. She can just tell him that it’s there. Or just help him and get it off, because there’s nothing to make it weird. 

He can feel her staring at him, a smirk on his face forming when he tries to catch her eyes. Every time he looks at her, she looks away, Andre knowing that she felt heat rising to her cheeks as she pretended to focus on the dough in front of her. “Let me know when you need help rolling the dough out,” he tells her.

“Check what I have.” He walks over to her, the two balls of dough looking pretty good in front of her, ready to roll out. 

“You have to keep it so it’s about two centimeters thick,” he says, dusting the counter with flour, hearing her scoff. “What?”

“Centimeters,” she teases, knowing it will irritate him. 

“I get it, you’re American. You use inches. You want it a little less than an inch thick. Happy?” he asks her, throwing a little bit of the flour in her face.

“Oh, come on,” she replies, taking some of the flour and throwing it back at him.

The two of them start a small food fight, getting flour everywhere, covering every inch of themselves rather than the counter they are supposed to cover. The flour gets on the floor, Noel’s cabinets, all over their clothes and stuck in their hair. In her socks, Noel slips on the flour that has accumulated on the floor; Andre catches her just before she falls. 

His arms are wrapped around her as tight as he has allowed them to go, trying to process the feeling of her in his arms, finally holding her despite the fact that it isn’t something he’s able to do freely.

“Are you ok?” he whispers, his voice low. He can feel himself getting nervous, his heart racing, convincing himself that she can feel it beating against her. 

Noel nods before she can find the words. “Um, yeah,” she stammers, “Thanks.” 

Andre lets go of her before he does anything else, taking a moment to look around at the mess they made in that short amount of time. “Should we keep going with the cookies, or clean first?” 

“Cookies, then clean.” 

He nods, following her back to the counter to help her roll out the dough. “You don’t want to put too much pressure on the dough.”

Noel nods again, feeling Andre getting closer to her as she starts to follow his directions again. She grips the rolling pin so tight her knuckles start to turn white, subconsciously letting out her frustration over the two missed moments on the dough. 

“Not quite like that,” he says, coming up next to her. He rests his hands on hers, his one arm stretched across her chest as he tries to show her what he means. “Loosen up a little bit.” 

He holds her hands in his, guiding the rolling pin over the dough as gently as he can. “Like this,” he says, turning his head to face her. Noel stares at the dough, trying her best to not look at him. He studies her, the way the lock of hair tucked behind her ear curls at the ends, the way she’s clenched her jaw, the feeling of her hands relaxing with his around them.

Noel swallows hard, the feeling of his arm relaxing ever so slightly against her making her heart race. Myles. She needs to think of Myles. But she could just lean in. 

Noel’s phone buzzes, nearly vibrating itself off the counter. Both of them jump apart. “It’s Myles.” 

“Go on, I’ll finish these.” Noel leaves the room, her flirty ‘hello’ ringing in Andre’s ears as he tries to not listen to her talk to her boyfriend. He takes out his own phone, pulling up the group chat with some of his teammates.

Jesus Christ, he texts, starting to type another message immediately.

You rang? Phillip replies immediately. 

Stop that, he responds, rolling his eyes at his teammate. I’m with Noel.

And? Larsson asks. 

I swear we almost kissed three times already.

Here we go, Alexander says.

Not this again, comes from Larsson at the same time, Andre practically able to hear the groans from his friends. 

Anyway, Andre types again, Myles left her to go ski, she was all alone.

And you had to be the one to spend time with her? Phillip asks. 

He knows his teammates are over his pining over her, but that doesn’t stop him from trying to get their help in the slightest. She’s my best friend...

Before he can read their responses, Noel comes back into the kitchen. Andre’s unable to read her expression. “What’s up?”

Noel shrugs, not making eye contact with him. “He just wanted to call and say, ‘hi.’ I asked how the slopes were, he said they were fine. He asked what I was doing, I said I was with you,” she tells him, trailing off.

“And?” he asks, hoping she’s finished her sentence. He can already tell what she’s about to say. It’s the same thing that Myles says to her every time Andre’s name comes up in conversation. It’s the same thing that Noel has come to him for multiple times during her relationship with Myles.

Noel shakes her head, forcing out a short laugh. “Same shit, different day. He’s not happy that I’m spending time with you ‘unsupervised.’” 

Andre hates this conversation. “Jesus,” he breathes out. The two of them stand there in silence for a minute, both of them going back to their cookies and Noel not noticing the complete lack of progress Andre made in her absence. “Should I leave? Would that make things better?”

“What?” she shrieks, causing Andre to drop the cookie he was shaping back on the counter. “No. Do you want to?”

“I don’t want to. Do you want me to?”

“God, no,” she lets out, probably a little too fast. “No, Myles is just being annoying. He knows what our relationship is. He knows that we’re...”

“Friends,” Andre finishes for her.

“Best friends.” They fall back into silence, Andre getting the oven heated up so that they can start baking the plethora of cookies that they had made. Noel can remember the last time she saw this many cookies in front of her, let alone the last time she had helped make this many cookies. “We should take a picture of this.”

Andre looks up at her, “Of the cookies?”

“Yeah,” she starts, pulling out her phone and bringing up the camera. “Of us and the cookies.” 

She hands Andre her phone, standing closer to him as he positions the camera, her holding up one of the baking sheets. They can’t help but laugh, forgetting they were still covered in flour from earlier. Andre pulls her closer, wrapping his free arm around her as she tilts her head toward his chest. The two of them smile, unable to stop as they look at their current state. Noel doesn’t hesitate to post it, no caption, putting a heart and tagging Andre. It’ll make Myles furious to see that post. 

Good. 

“So,” Andre starts, looking at the notification from Noel and seeing the heart next to his name. It meant nothing. It’s a platonic heart, he tries to tell himself. “Some of the guys are getting together tonight.”

“Don’t you guys spend enough time together already?” Noel jokes, tossing him a towel to start washing off the flour. 

“Well, yeah, but not all of us have other family around to spend the holidays with. So, we’re spending it together.” 

“Whose house are you going to?”

“Eberle’s.” 

Noel laughs. “Lauren must love hosting that.” Her phone starts buzzing, texts and notifications from Myles flooding her phone. “So, what time do you have to be there tonight?”

“Ebs said we can head over whenever.’

Noel stops trying to get the flour out of her hair. “We?”

“Oh, come on, you thought I would leave you alone for the guys?” 

Noel can feel her heart racing at his words. Myles had no hesitation leaving her for the ski house, not even putting up a fight when she said that he should go without her. Is it unfair for her to expect that of him? No, she tells herself. Myles is her boyfriend. Shouldn’t he want to spend Christmas with her when he knows her family never had the means to get all together for the holiday and that she was yet again going to be alone? 

Andre’s acting the way that Myles should have been acting for her, or at least the way she’s always wanted Myles to act.

“What do we wear?”

“Something nicer than the flour-stained joggers you have right now. You go clean up, I can pick something out for you,” he tells her, shooing her out of the kitchen. He takes a tray of cookies out of the oven; they’re baked just like he always made them with his grandmother when he was younger. He grabs a few for Noel on one of her plates before heading into her room to find her something to wear. 

The cookies finish baking, Andre finally cleans himself up and changes into a set of clothes he had left behind after one of his games, Noel is nice enough to wash his stuff with hers. He plops himself on the couch, scrolling through the texts from his teammates asking where he was. 

Her story??? Comes from Alexander.

You too look like more than friends at least, is from Phillip.

So she’s coming tonight? From Adam. 

He keeps scrolling, seeing the teasing from the guys, rolling his eyes at every comment that asks why he is hanging out with a girl he likes when he knows she has a boyfriend. He can’t help it. Even if he likes her, has whatever feeling he does for her, she’s still his best friend. His wanting more than that doesn’t change that. He won’t let it change that. 

Andre starts to type out a reply to tell them that he’ll be on his way soon, that he’s just waiting for Noel when she appears in front of him. He takes in a sharp breath; he definitely picked the right outfit for her, the sweater and jeans so simple yet they look amazing on her. Everything she wore was amazing on her, though.

“You look–” he says, searching for the right word to say to her. “Wow.” 

“Wow, yourself. At least you clean up well,” she laughs, clearly mocking his inability to talk. “You ready?” 

Andre gets up from the couch, unable to take his eyes off Noel as she moves through her apartment. He barely registers her complaints about finishing the cookies so late, breaking his promise to her from earlier that they would drop some off at the market.

He wants to reach out and take her hand, walk her to the car. He wants to press her against the door as she reaches for the handle and kiss her right there. He wishes he could do that disgustingly cute thing while he’s driving where he rests his hand on her thigh, her hand resting on top while they drive to his teammate’s house. 

He wishes she wasn’t with Myles. 

The two ride without talking to each other, the only sound in the car coming from the Christmas music playing on the radio while they drive to the Eberle’s house. Noel’s phone keeps buzzing; Andre watches her type furiously out of the corner of his eye. It has to be Myles texting her. There’s no one else who would spend so much time texting her like this, causing the sour look on her face.

“Everything ok?” he asks her when they finally pull up near his teammate’s house.

“Myles is being a dick,” she mumbles, locking her phone and practically throwing it in her purse. She doesn’t wait for him to say anything else before starting on a rant. “He’s telling me that if I was planning on going out on Christmas Eve, then I should have met his family at their ski house. That by spending the day with you instead I’m being a bad girlfriend, when he didn’t even fucking invite me up to the house in the first place. The only reason he invited me is because I told him I was spending the day with you. That you came over because you were also alone, that we made cookies because it was something you did when you were younger, that we were going to your teammate’s house because it was something you were doing anyway and the guys invited me.” 

“You didn’t have to come out tonight,” he starts, feeling anger bubble up inside him.

“No, it’s not that,” Noel starts before he can say anything else. “It’s that he’s getting mad at me for being with you. He had no issue with me spending Christmas by myself. He was fine with me sitting on the couch the entire weekend. It wasn’t until I told him I was with you that he started to act like that. It’s always when I’m with you that he starts to act like this.” 

“Noel,” Andre whispers, trying to figure out what to say. “Why are you still with him?”

She looks down at her lap, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. She shrugs, knowing that whatever she could tell him won’t be enough for him to believe her. She isn’t sure that anything she’s about to say is actually going to be true, anyway. “I love him. I loved him.”

They sit in silence for a moment, both of them trying to process what she just said. Andre wishes he could just reach over the center console and kiss her, hug her, do anything to stop the tears he was watching roll down her cheeks. Noel just wants to go inside and forget the entire conversation with her boyfriend happened, forget for a night that she has a boyfriend, and just spend it with her best friend instead. 

“Let’s go in, Webster. I’m sure there’s something in there that will be better than this.” Andre gets out of the car, rushing around to the passenger side to give Noel his arm and walk her in. “You’re going to be fine. Whatever happens is going to happen for a reason.”

“You sound like a bad fortune cookie, you know that?”

They let out a laugh, letting themselves into the house to be welcomed by the screams of Andre’s teammates and their families. Some of his teammates look way too drunk for their own good, Andre already getting excited at the prospect of the embarrassing stories to come out of tonight. Noel can feel her heart melting at the cuteness of the children running around and playing, some of them with mini hockey sticks while others had random toys.

Andre takes Noel’s hand and leads her through the house, looking for drinks. If there’s one thing Noel needs tonight, it’s alcohol. She wants to forget Myles’s anger from earlier for just a little while, pretend that the moments she had with Andre weren’t messing with her and making her want to break up with him more than normal. She was spending the day with her best friend.

The two of them wander around the party, Noel downing her first drink much faster than she should have. But that’s fine, she tells herself, because it’s already helping her take her mind off of Myles. He didn’t matter if he was going to tell her who she could hang out with. He had no care in the world about her being alone, so why is he all of a sudden mad that she was with Andre? 

She looks at Andre while he’s talking to Phillip and Alexander, his other teammates milling around them in their own worlds. There’s no denying that he’s attractive, that she’s attracted to him. How could she not be? He’s gentle and sweet to her, they know everything about each other, good, bad, and otherwise, and they still want to spend all of their free time with each other. She sees spending time with Myles as a chore, but spending time with Andre is something she wants to do all the time. She thinks about the last real date Myles took her on, how she kept checking her phone when he wasn’t looking to see what Andre had texted her, how his game was going, what the guys were doing. 

He’s just her best friend. Right?

The group of them start drifting through the house together, Andre’s teammates leading them in what seems like an odd path until they stop suddenly. The two of them exchange looks, Noel rolling her eyes at his teammates’ antics. They’re up to something, she just doesn’t know what. 

“Hey, you two,” Phillip says, finally pulling Noel into the conversation that had been happening in front of her the entire time. “Look up.” 

They do as they’re told, noticing that Andre’s teammates have led them to an entryway to the living room, where Jordan and Lauren have hung mistletoe. 

“Oh, come on,” Noel groans, a teasing smile on her face to hide the fact that her heart has started to race at the thought of finally being able to kiss Andre. If they do, it won’t mean anything. It’s just a stupid thing that people do when they’re caught under the mistletoe. 

“Guys, she has a boyfriend,” Andre starts to argue, his teammates not willing to listen.

“You’re both standing under it, you have to now,” Alexander says, an evil smirk on his face that makes Andre’s heart sink. He hates them at that moment. 

This isn’t how he wants to kiss Noel for the first time. It isn’t supposed to be in front of his teammates and their families. It isn’t supposed to be when she was dating Myles. He isn’t sure what it’s supposed to be, but at least he knows it shouldn’t be the situation at hand. 

Phillip and Alexander start chanting for the two of them to kiss, slowly bringing everyone else around them as well. He knows his face is bright red, feeling the heat in his ears as he looks at Noel with the most panicked expression he can give her. 

Noel lets out a laugh, hoping Andre isn’t able to pick up on her nerves. She leans towards him and whispers, “It’s no big deal. It’ll only last a second. It’s just a stupid tradition, right?”

“Right,” he says, not feeling any better. 

Andre bends down, Noel’s hand finding his shoulder. Andre ghosts her lips, trying to force himself to just kiss the girl he’s wanted more from since he met her.  

“Hey,” they hear, causing them to pull apart. Everyone around them falls silent, the chanting stopping, the kids not running around anymore. 

“Myles?” Noel asks the panic in her voice now clear. “What are you doing here?” 

“Looking for you,” Myles yells. In trying to forget everything about that day, Noel also forgot that she and Myles had shared their locations with each other when they first became official, meaning he could find her and she could find him whenever they needed.  “I came to get you, and I find him making a move on you.”

“It’s mistletoe, it doesn’t mean anything,” Andre says, moving in front of Noel. 

“It doesn’t mean anything?” Myles laughs. “You really think I don’t know what this is? You two are always together. Half the time I can’t even get a hold of Noel because she’s with you. Do you think I don’t see the way you talk to each other? I call you today and I find out that you’ve changed your entire day because you’re spending time with him?”

“We’re just friends,” Noel lets out, trying to process everything he was saying.

“I just pointed out that she has a boyfriend,” Andre tries, not knowing how that was going to help him in the slightest. “Not anymore, she doesn’t,” Myles says, storming off. Noel follows him, tears streaming down her face, trying to talk to him while he makes his way outside. “No, Noel. I’m sick of this. I don’t want to be with someone who doesn’t want to be with me. I don’t want to be with someone who hangs out with a person I hate. I don’t want to be with someone who is so obviously in love with someone else.” 

The two of them stand on the porch, having left the house before Myles continued to yell at her. She has no jacket on, the cold air adding to the numb feeling that is overtaking her. 

“I’m done, Noel.” 

He leaves without another word, Noel left to crumble on the porch step and watch him drive away. She can’t bring herself to cry, not feeling sad like she thought she would after a relationship ended in the way it just did. She wanted to break up with him, but she didn’t think it would be in front of a group of people, and she didn’t want it to be because of whatever feelings she has for Andre. 

“Hey,” she hears, Andre appearing beside her. “Are you ok?” She can’t bring herself to talk, just giving him a nod as he sits next to her. She can feel her heart racing as his thigh rests against hers. “He’s a jerk. Yelling at you like that in front of everyone?” 

“It’s not like he was wrong, though,” she sniffles. “Everything he said about you and me, about how we were in a relationship with someone we didn’t want to be with, about how we have feelings for each other. He was right. Wasn’t he?”

Andre opens his mouth, not wanting to outright admit it just yet. There has to be a better way to tell her. 

“Well, he was right about me, at least,” Noel tells him, feeling her heart break over his lack of answer. 

“No, he was right. About everything.” 

[ilyasorokinn]

Hi love!!! Hope you're doing well, I was wonder if you could do Brandon Tanev taking care of the reader after they get injured, I just healed from a sprained ankle and it would have been nice to have someone like him. Also serious lack of content for him. :)

NURSE TANEV

okay, i'm so freaking sorry! this has been sitting in my inbox for probably a year, maybe more maybe less. so long, i don't even remember which celly this was for. and i do agree, there is not enough content for mr. ghostman haha

another note: requests are closed! please don't send anything in. if someone does, i will deactivate my account istg

tw: injuries (sprained ankle)

"call if you need anything." your mom spoke through the phone.

"i will, but i don't think i'll need to. nurse tanev has yet to leave my side since we left the hospital." you looked over at him, to which he only shrugged innocently.

"good. i'm glad you have him."

"thanks, mom. it was so nice talking to you." you sighed.

"all right, bye-bye, now."

"bye." you hung up and flung your phone across the room.

"i'm so glad you and your mother have such a wonderful relationship." brandon joked as he pushed himself off the couch. he kissed your head as he made his way toward the kitchen.

"i know." you flashed him a sarcastic smile. you loved her, you did. but could be a little overbearing at times.

he came back over to the couch, where your food was propped up on the coffee table on top of a pillow, with a bag of ice. he carefully placed it on your ankle.

"there anything else i can get you?" he asked.

you smiled, "i'm okay. you can calm down a little, and watch the rest of this movie with me."

"i can do that." he nodded, walking around the coffee table so as to not disturb your ankle, and sat down next to you.

you grabbed the remote and hit play, leaning your head on his shoulder as the movie continued. later that night, after begging brandon to go out for dinner because you "didn't have any food in your home", you were finally going out.

you used the crutches to get down to the parking garage. still, when it was finally time to get into the car, you looked over at brandon, "do you need help?" you nodded, "all right." he set the crutches aside before picking you up as carefully as possible and sat you in the passenger seat.

"thank you." you smiled sweetly as he put on your seatbelt and kissed his cheek.

"you're welcome." he smiled before going to the driver's side.

requests are closed my loves <3

[haddonfieldwhore]

offline - vince dunn

streamer!vince dunn x reader

summary: everyone in vince’s chat thinks he’s in love with you, which makes hiding your relationship interesting

warnings: a few uses of y/n, i think that’s it. not too proud of this one

word count: 0.9k

“bluepanda2, thank you for the 5 gift subs,” you heard vince say into his microphone as you passed by his streaming room. he had been on for nearly 4 hours already, and while you were used to the long streams he did by now, nearly six months into your relationship, you did still get impatient waiting for his attention sometimes. you had been friends with vince for a few years, having met through a mutual friend and staying in touch via text, until one day he gained the courage to ask you out, and here you were now. knowing the stress that the public eye could put a lot of stress on a new relationship, you had both decided it would be best to keep your romance a secret, at least for the first little while. months had gone by and some people were suspicious, and some people just wanted it to happen from the few times you had appeared on or been mentioned in streams.

you didn’t always watch his streams, honestly not having the time to some days, and also feeling like you were spying on him sometimes when you did. but tonight you found yourself missing the man who was just up the stairs from you, and curled up on the couch in his living room with the stream pulled up on your phone.

“guys i’m gonna wrap things up soon. i have a friend coming over so i have to hop off early tonight,” he explained.

- is it y/n?

- i bet it’s y/n

- ^^ i wish they would stream together again

“maybe one day y/n will come over and come on the stream again. i’ll ask them.” vince smiled, reading the chat.

- he’s blushing!!!

- dunner is in love <3

- //youtube link - vince simping compilation//

- are you two dating yet?

- ^^ they’re just friends

- ^^ sure they are lol

"chat, i need you to stop linking clips about me crushing on y/n," he laughed, the crinkles by his eyes on full display, along with the dimple in his cheek that you loved so much. “we’re just friends.”

you smiled as you watched your boyfriend interact with his viewers, knowing how much they meant to him. hopefully one day soon you would be able to tell them the truth, but you both weren’t ready yet. vince wrapped up the stream, and you shut your phone off as you heard his footsteps coming down the stairs.

“hey, you’re offline early today,” you smiled as he flopped onto the couch next to you. “how was the stream today?”

“it was good. did you watch any of it?” he asked.

“i just caught the last couple minutes,” you smiled mischievously. “you know, when everyone was saying how much you love me.”

“hmmm,” he hummed, pulling you close and kissing your lips softly. “they’re right.”

“do you think we should tell them soon?” you asked, and he shrugged.

“i want to,” he ran his hand over his face. “i just know how people can be. and once it’s out there we can’t take it back, you know?”

“yeah, i get it. for now i’m happy having you all to myself,” you smiled, pulling on his arm until he laid on top of you, his head resting on his chest. your fingers ran through his curls, the soft locks slightly matted down from wearing his headset for so long.

“did you miss me or something?” he teased, and you flicked his forehead with your finger.

“yes, actually,” you pouted, and he laughed as he crawled further on top of you, his hands on either side of your head as his body hovered above yours.

“baby if you want my attention, you just have to ask,” he said sweetly, kissing you again.

“another quote that would get added to the compilation video?” you teased.

“definitely,” he smiled, and it was you that kissed him this time, hands tangling in his hair as you pulled him down. his teeth played with your bottom lip as you felt more of his weight on top of you.

“are you tired, vin?” you asked, and he nodded, laying fully on top of you now and burying his face in the crook of your neck. you giggled as he kissed your neck, his stubble tickling against your skin. “vince-“ you whined as he nipped at the skin softly, his hands on your waist, fingertips sliding just under the hem of your sweater. he only hummed in response as he left wet kisses up to your jaw. his lips finally traveled up to your again for one more kiss, before he sat up.

“i’m sorry i never pay enough attention to you,” he said, and you shook your head.

“it’s okay, i’m just being clingy,” you laughed. it honestly wasn’t an issue, there were just some nights you wanted to be close to him when you couldn’t. “maybe i could hang out with you on stream again soon, if the viewers are okay with it.”

“sure, you can tomorrow night if you want,” he said, and a devilish smile tugged at his lips.

“why are you making that face?” you asked nervously and he laughed.

“no reason,” he laughed, before pointing at your neck.

“but if you’re going to be on the stream, we’re gonna have to hide that hickey.”

•

prompt @novvasdreamscape

disclaimer: all screenshots, events, and/or interactions depicted in this are a work of fiction. i have no association with any parties mentioned

[lukeevangelista]

imagine vince streaming and you walk into whatever room he’s in wearing only his shirt and he. can’t. take. his. eyes. off. of. you. and his viewers are either giving him shit or just flat out confused when he ends the stream just to spend time with you

Shirt - V. Dunn

Coming back with a draft I’ve been holding onto for a little bit <3 enjoy

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You crawled out of bed, Vince’s tshirt from the night before gracing your body as you heard his voice echoing up the stairs.

Slowly walking down the stairs, you heard his voice getting louder and louder as he continued to yell at Sammy and some of the other boys, who you assumed he was playing with.

You hit the bottom step when you heard him let out a ‘ah fuck’, signaling he had died; once again.

“Another round? You really want to get killed again?” You heard him chuckle into his headset as his eyes slowly looked over at you as you reached up into the cabinet to grab a glass to fill with water.

His eyes quickly left your body as he started up another round. You walked over to where he was sitting, standing beside him, but out of the camera view.

“Dude what the hell?” Vince shouted as he died, his attention on you; him suddenly not caring about the game that was dancing across his two monitors.

His chat was suddenly flooded about how he was playing like shit in the last few minutes and how the others were kicking his ass.

He pointed out a few comments as they came in while the round was finishing, making comments back as the boys quickly went to start up another round, but Vince had other ideas.

He muted the mic as he watched you walk towards the couch, his shirt gracing your body, “Is that my shirt?” He asked, already knowing the answer to his question.

Of course it was his shirt. Matter of fact, it was his dress shirt that went with the suit he was wearing the night before. He remembered how it felt feeling your hands taking it off his body after the game- of course he recognized the shirt- and the very thought had him wanting to shut down the stream immediately and drag you back to bed to relive last night’s activities.

An notification popped up on the screen to alert him that he’d died.

Yet again and this time, you were the one to blame.

You sat on the couch just out of view of the camera but in his perfect line of sight- his eyes catching you over the top of his monitors, but for some reason, he couldn’t remove his eyes from your figure as a beep came through his headphones, signaling another round was fixing to start.

It wasn’t like you were doing anything particularly sexy, and maybe that was the frustrating part. Just by existing, he was ready to toss his headphones and jump your bones.

You were scrolling on your phone when you bit your lip and laughed at something under your breath. A few seconds later, you laughed again and threw your head back, exposing the marks he left on your neck last night that trailed from your neck down to your chest where they peaked out from the collar of his unbuttoned shirt.

Another notification popped up on his screen to signal that he died.

Perfect.

While his chat was screaming at him for sucking ass the entire time, all he could focus on was getting you back in bed. He bid a quick goodbye and ended the stream before tossing his headphones aside and striding over to you.

“Done already?” You asked as you felt his hands grabbing at you, pulling you to your feet; his hands caressing almost every inch of your body.

“Shut up.” he said as he kissed you. “Bedroom, now.”

[hockeyboysimagines]

Work wife

A Vince Dunn blurb for @cellythefloshie. This is not in any way related to Fuck me like I’m famous. This is just a fun blurb we talked about brought to life.

Warnings: Sex, cheating

“There’s my work wife.”

You half turned to find Vince coming down the hallway smiling at you.

Working for the Kraken was a dream come true really.

You couldn’t actually ask for a better job, or better environment to be in. It was a tight knit group full of great people who worked hard, and got along well.

And then there was Vince.

You two had clicked from the beginning. He was easy to talk to, and you liked him a lot. The more time you spent together, the more you got to know him and the more comfortable you became with him.

Maybe too comfortable.

Which is how you wound up screaming his name one night after drinks, after the flirtation between you guys had finally boiled over and spilled into his apartment. It had been extremely awkward when you saw him on Monday, but when he caught you in the parking garage and asked to talk, you’d agreed. And that’s how it all started. Secret meetups, sneaking around, and even texts from a fake phone number, your assistant “Jessica”, to keep things under wraps. It felt both wrong, and exciting, but you just couldn’t stop. While it had started as a secret hookup, it hadn’t stayed that way. There was genuine feelings there now.

The term “work wife” had started as a joke, thrown out by a coworker of yours, who obviously had no clue what was happening behind closed doors, but it stuck. There was really only one problem with it.

You were someone’s real life wife.

The idea of Vince made your husband clearly uncomfortable in the beginning, before anything was actually going on, but there wasn’t really anything you could do about it, and you didn’t really want to either. Your husband was a good guy, but being around Vince made you realize you really didn’t have a thing in common. He was 8 years older than you, and you had married young, feeling the pressure from your family to marry someone who was financially stable. You “loved” him, but you weren’t really “In love” with him, at least not anymore. Not that you were in love with Vince either, but your feelings for him had drowned out the feelings for your husband. And beyond that, you had suspicions that he was embroiled in his own case of infidelity.

You felt really bad at first, but then he started staying late, random business trips with no warning, and you’d even found a receipt for purchased jewelry that you hadn’t received just last month. He often smelled of perfume and the lipstick you’d found on the inside of one of his shirts was a color you’d never worn. You hadn’t confronted him because you just didn’t care, and truly you had no room to talk.

It was a rock and a hard place situation that you’d landed yourself in, but the thrill of it all overrode the anxiety of being found out.

Not only would you lose your job, your respect in the work place, and your marriage, but it would also put a black mark on your career moving forward and make Vince look bad, none of which you wanted.

He made his way past you and winked, but then paused at the end of the hallway, just below a camera so he couldn’t be seen, and motioned for you to check your phone. You absently pulled out your phone, turning away from him so it looked like you just happened to get a message.

Meet me in the room.

“The room” as he called it was a vacant room in the basement of the arena that was used mostly for storage, and sat in the middle of a hallway that was void of cameras. It wasn’t ideal, but sometimes there was no other choice. There was few places you could go with him that he wasn’t recognized here, so you were limited to the room, his apartment and your place only if your husband was on a business trip out of state and even then it was risky.

You took the long way, careful not to rush, giving small glances here and there to make sure that no one was following you, and slipped into the hallway that your office was located, which conveniently also led the the hallway he was waiting for you in.

You made you way down the corridor, a set of stairs and then down to the vacant room. He was leaned against the wall, eyes moving up your bare legs and you neared him.

“Hi wifey.” He said smiling cheekily as he held the door open for you, allowing you to step inside before following you in. You gave a little shudder as the room grew dark when the door closed and you felt his hands on your waist.

“You look nice today.” He said in your ear, turning you to face him. Goddamnit he was gorgeous, even more up close. In curiosity you had done a google search of him right after you’d started working there and saw that everyone else thought that too, not to your surprise, but you were lucky enough to see all his body parts up close and personal and you felt bad for the people who didn’t get to.

“You say that to me everyday.” You ran a hand up his arm as he reached forward to press his lips against your neck.

“Well then I guess it’s true.” He said softly, hand gripping your chin as he pulled his mouth off your neck and caught your lips a very hot, wet kiss.

You felt a heat start to spread in your stomach as he backed you up against a table, tongue pushing in your mouth, cutting off your air. The way he moved his tongue against yours made your heart race, fingers gripping at your blouse, which was tucked into a pencil skirt, and pulling it loose so he could unbutton it, and hoisted you up to sit on the edge of the table. His hands, slightly rough against your skin as he reached the bottom button and ran his hands up your waist, pausing at your bra and pulling away from you.

“Is this new?” He asked breathlessly gesturing at your bra.

You nodded and watched as he reached a hand forward and ran a finger across your collarbone, down your chest to your sternum, hooking a finger in the front band and running it along your ribs.

“I bought it just for you. It matches these.” You gestured down and inched your skirt up to reveal black underwear. He smiled slowly eyes staying on them for a second before they moved back up to yours and he smiled.

“Can’t wait to take them off.” He reached down hooking a thumb on either side of them and gave them a tug, pulling them down your legs, hand coming back up your legs to pull one up underneath your knee, and to spread the other one wider, leaning you back as he eased himself into you.

Your head fell back, hair spilling off your shoulders as he pulled out and pushed back in. You felt a hand on the back of your neck as Vince pulled you up to kiss him, pushing in and out finding a rhythm. You caught his lip between your teeth, and he gave your hair a small tug, goosebumps erupting across your skin. It truly never got old feeling him inside you and his hands all over you. He brought you to highs you’d never been at before and each time was better than the one before.

He angled his hips upward and hit a spot you didn’t know existed and you cried out, biting down on your lip to stop from making too much noise. A curl at the front of his hair fell across his forehead as he picked up his pace. Your lower back was screaming in pain as it hit repeatedly on the table and you felt your legs begin to tighten and heat explode in your stomach as a crippling orgasm swept from your lower half to your upper half, Vince’s lips at your neck as it shuddered through your body and your vision went spotty. You gave a shaky breath as he slowed his pushes and let his head fall forward, breath hot on your neck. After a moment he picked his head up to look at you.

“You’re amazing.”

You blushed and pushed the curl off his forehead, as he helped you down and handed you your underwear. You gingerly pulled them back up, and took several deep breaths attempting to cool yourself down.

“What are you doing tonight?” He asked reaching a hand out to intertwine his fingers with yours “Come over after work for a little bit. What time does he get home?”

“6:30. I guess I could for a little bit.”

“Great.” He smiled widely and gave you one last short and sweet kiss before he left the room, making his way back to wherever he was planning to go and you made your way to your office, now tasked with spending the next three hours at your desk having to think about him, and what you would be getting into with him later on.

You sometimes wondered if keeping this thing you had going with him was for the worst rather than the better. How bad would it hurt to rip off the bandaid when it inevitably went south, or had to end due to whatever reasons. And what would happen if he met someone else?

Would you be cast aside? Replaced? A side piece?

You couldn’t handle that. And it wouldn’t be fair, which you knew because it wasn’t fair to him that he was currently a side piece. He didn’t seem bothered, or he was a great actor because he never spoke up about it when you asked and even managed to crack a joke about it here and there for your benefit. But it still wasn’t right. And it wouldn’t be right to drag this out knowing he should have the right to go out and meet girls without having to wonder what would happen with you and him.

You got so absorbed thinking about it, you lost track of time and nearly ended up staying past your clock out time, rushing to get out of the arena and over to Vince’s. He greeted you with his usual “wifey” at the door and pulled you inside.

After your second romp of the day, your breath evened out, you checked your phone and sighed. You pursed your lips and glanced at him.

He shook his head “Don’t say it-“

“Time to go.” you said quietly, sitting upright and grabbing your bra and blouse. You heard him sigh behind you and lean back against the headboard. It was quiet for a while as you hooked the clasp, and pulled the blouse over your shoulders. You hated this part. The afterglow wasn’t even over and you had to leave, go home and play housewife to someone you barely even had conversation with day to day. You’d not been intimate with each other in over a year, since you’d started working for the Kraken, because you were both getting it somewhere else. It felt silly to continue to live a lie.

“I think you should leave your husband.” Vince said off handedly from behind you.

You paused and turned slowly “What?” You said eyes moving up to meet his as you buttoned your blouse.

“You heard me.” He said from his spot on the bed “I said I want you to leave your husband.” He was looking at you straight faced, serious and not joking. He’d made lots of “leave your husband” jokes over the last few months, but he wasn’t kidding this time.

You gaped at him “I-Why?”

“Please.” He rolled his eyes “I think it’s pretty self explanatory. I mean if you really loved him would you even be here?” He gestured around.

He wasn’t wrong. You’d been going over this in your head for months, and you’d come to the conclusion that your husband just wasn’t it.

“Even if I would….Id have to quit for this to go any further.”

Vince pursed his lips “I mean. I can’t ask you to do that, but I do know that you should leave him. And I think you know that too.” He added quietly “I mean even without me in the picture, it wouldn’t be any different.”

He was right.

Part of why you took the job with the Kraken was to fill your time and pull yourself out of being a housewife and hanging out with all his business buddies perfect wives. Working with the Kraken gave you the freedom to do your own thing and be whoever you wanted to be, rather than locked up in that condo.

You nodded “Your right. But what about my job? I can’t be with you and work here.”

“Let’s worry about that another time. I can help you with this.” He reached forward and gripped your hand “I just really want you to be happy.”

You were quiet for a minute, eyes focused on the bedsheet as you realized this could be your one chance to get out of the mess you were in. Your one opportunity to truly change the direction of your life. Maybe things never went forward with Vince, but maybe they did. Even if they didn’t, he had given you the confidence to make changes and leave a guy you didn’t even love, and for that you would always be thankful.

“Well?” He asked after a few moments of silence.

You looked up and took a deep breath “Do you promise? To help me?”

He nodded eyes lighting up “Yes. So are we really doing this?” He looked so hopeful, leaned forward, eyes bright. It was actually making your heart hurt how beautiful he was at that moment.

You nodded “I think- I think so.”

He smiled the most beautiful, breath taking smile you’d ever seen on him, which you didn’t think was possible because they were all beautiful, but this one was different.

“This is going to change your life I promise you. I’m going to change your life. For the better.”

“You already have.”

He pulled you right back down, kissing you like he never had as you became a tangle mess of limbs and clothes and you felt like things would get better for the first time in a long time.

Maybe being a work wife wasn’t so bad.

[chukys-mouthguard]

hey bestie 🙂 if you are comfortable can you write a heavy smut with angst for Vince Dunn x reader please ?

pleaseher

words - 3.2k

genre - slight angst, heavy smut

request - yes

warnings - 18+ content, minors DNI; daddy kink, degradation, lots of dirty talk, choking, oral (m+f receiving), p in v; sorry if i forgot any, this is the smuttiest smut I’ve written so I’m new to warnings 🙊

featuring - vince dunn x female reader

What a cocky son of a bitch.

Rolling your eyes as you tossed back a shot, you watched as Vince stood on the booth in his roped off section of the club. Bottle in hand as he chugged the vodka like it was water. His shirt now hardly buttoned as his chest was peeking out from underneath. Sweat beads glistened against his tan skin from the glare of the club lights.

Vince was an attention whore, he knew it and wore that badge proudly. Loving when girls would drool over him, practically taking their panties off after one glance from him to try and get him interested in them. Sure he dabbled in the occasional hook up with those girls, but they’d never compare to you.

The two of you had been an off and on thing for several months now. Never fully wanting to commit to dating, but the second you tried being with anyone else, you’d come crawling back to one another. Or, in your case, when you wanted Vince and he was too busy with other girls, you’d do everything in your power to make him jealous.

Jealous Vince was your favorite to put it plainly. The way he’d become protective over you, not wanting any other guys hands on you, or dick inside of you for that matter. Sure it was a game to you, to get him riled up knowing the sex was always amazing when Vince was that worked up. But you enjoyed teasing him and getting what you wanted.

Watching as he swayed back and forth to the music, bottle still in hand. His eyes briefly caught yours, and for a moment you almost folded. Wanting to walk up to him and pull him from the club by his collar. But you remembered it was Vince who cut you off a few weeks ago, wanting to explore other options. The reminder of that being the only motivation you needed to stick to your plan.

As you headed to the floor, his eyes followed you, turning into more of a glare as he saw you snake your arms around a random guys neck.

You’d been scoping the crowd all night, in need of a guy you knew would have Vince crawling in his skin mad. Settling on a tall, tan, blonde haired guy, nice build with a few tattoos. You’d begun talking him up at the bar earlier, setting the tone for the events to follow.

Joining him on the floor his hands immediately latched onto your waist, soon enough falling to grip your ass. Tossing your hair over your shoulder you found Vince’s eyes still on you. The vodka bottle tight in his grip as you could see his jaw clench from a mile away. A smirk coming across your lips as you spun around, firmly placing your ass on the man’s crotch, grinding against him as his hands freely roamed your body. Head resting on his shoulder as his lips found your neck in a few short kisses.

As you looked back towards Vince, he was no longer there. Soon enough he was making his way through the crowd towards you. While you were happy you’d gotten him riled up, the last thing you wanted to deal with was him getting into a drunk fight at the club. Trying to explain that to his coach at morning skate come Monday was not something sober Vince would enjoy doing.

“Wait here? Gotta run to the restroom.”

Giving a quick kiss to the man who’d practically had his hands in your pants on the floor, you headed off towards the restrooms. Only to be pulled from your path, Vince pinning you to the wall. Hands above your head as his hips held you in place.

“Think it’s a fun game huh? Putting yourself on display like that. Practically getting fucked on the floor in front of everyone.”

A smirk on your lips as you were pleased to know your plan had worked.

“Oh please Vinny baby, you wish I’d let you fuck me in front of everyone here.”

A hand dropped from holding yours to lightly gripping your neck. Vince loved dominating you, making sure you knew at the end of the day, regardless of how many girls he messed around with. You would always be his number one girl.

“Oh yeah? Should I pull those panties to the side and bend you over the booth in my section? Let everyone see what a whore you are for me? You’d probably love that.”

He voice sending chills down your spine as his lips traced your jawline as he spoke. His free hand exploring your body, stopping at the waist of your skirt which was now riding very high on your thighs.

“Only one problem, I’m not wearing any panties.”

You bit your lip as the look in his eyes went from lust to pure desire. Immediately needing every inch of you on him. His hand moving to the hem of your skirt, pulling it up even further in an attempt to call your bluff. But as his fingers glided along your folds, already dripping wet for him, you swore his pupils went black. A low groan coming from him as he smirked.

“Such a fucking whore. I love it.”

He pulled his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean as he savored the taste of you. “Mmm, so sweet for me baby girl.”

If you weren’t in the middle of the club, you would’ve had him take you right there. Not sure how much longer you could wait, needing him to have his way with you until you couldn’t walk.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna go tell my friends I had to head out, you’re gonna go get in daddy’s car and make sure you stay nice and wet for me okay?”

His lips hovering just above yours, though not giving in for the kiss. Earning a soft whine from you as he knew that’s what you wanted.

“And if I don’t?”

You wouldn’t dare disobey him, but the idea of testing him, knowing it would only make tonight more interesting, was one you’d gladly entertain.

A soft chuckle left his lips as shook his head. “Sweetheart, we both know that you’re gonna do what I say.” His thumb brushed across your bottom lip as he headed off to bid his group farewell. He’d given you his keys to go find his car in the back lot. Climbing into the passenger seat you impatiently waited, knowing that you’d be in for it once you got back to his place.

As Vince climbed in the driver's seat, his eyes glanced to your lap, noticing how tightly you’d crossed your legs.

“Someone desperately needs to be fucked huh?”

He laughed as a hand rested on your thigh, lightly gripping the skin as you were dying for him to touch you where you needed it most. But he knew you all too well, and he certainly wasn’t going to give in to you just yet.

Shifting underneath his touch, you did whatever you could to try and urge him to move his hand to the inside of your thigh. Craving to feel his fingers on you once again. But instead he pulled away, a whine coming from you as you pouted your lips.

“Such a needy little thing. You missed how I fuck you? I know you did. That’s why you pulled that shit at the club tonight. Teasing me and making me watch someone else touch you. I should’ve put you on your knees right in front of him. Let him see how good you take my cock.”

His grip on your thigh tightened slightly as he spoke, holding you from clenching your thighs to give yourself some much needed friction. Your pussy throbbing, aching to be pleasured by him.

“You’re gonna wish you never pulled that little stunt. Once I’m done fucking you, I promise you’ll never try to make me jealous ever again.”

A smirk on his lips while he eyes kept on the road, you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol, but something in you was wanting to be a bit of a pain right back. To combat his cockiness that you very much couldn’t stand, mostly in situations like these.

“Well maybe if you stopped leaving me for other girls, I wouldn’t have to tease and make you jealous. I’d be all yours, alllll the time.”

He pulled his hand from your thigh, breath hitching in your throat as you instantly missed the contact. Watching as he moved to undo his belt buckle, his button and zipper following suit.

The car slowing to a halt a he’d reached a red light, hurrying to pull his pants down, freeing his cock as it slapped against his stomach.

“Just for that comment, get your mouth on my cock.”

Your mouth watered as you eyed his erection from the passenger seat, feeling yourself only getting wetter by the second. Undoing your seatbelt to get on your knees and lean over the console. Tossing your hair over your shoulder before slowly taking his length in your mouth.

“Fuck.”

Vince threw his head back as he pressed his foot on the gas, doing his best to drive the speed limit, but the twitching of his legs was going to prove to be a challenge. His hips adjusted to give you a better angle, allowing you to deepthroat him with ease. His fingers tangled in your hair as he held you at the base of his cock, listening to you gag around him.

“Such a good little slut. Can’t talk back when you’ve got your mouth full of my cock huh baby?”

As he pulled you from his length, he let you catch your breath. Sitting back in your seat as you wiped the saliva from your chin. Seeing Vince’s apartment straight ahead, as he quickly pulled into the parking garage, not bothering to check his park job. More focused on getting you inside so he could finally have his way with you.

Vince hadn’t bothered to buckle his belt, letting it hang as he pulled you from the passenger seat. Finally placing his lips on yours as he pressed you against the car. His cock still rock hard beneath the fabric of his pants. Tongues fighting for dominance before he pulled away with a quick tug of your lip between his teeth.

“Let’s go, daddy needs to make sure you can’t walk tomorrow.”

Within seconds of closing the door, Vince already had you on the kitchen counter. His lips devouring yours as one hand held your throat, the other tracing your curves before finding its way under your skirt. A smirk on his lips the second he felt how wet you were.

“God I’ve barely even touched you and you’re practically dripping for me. I fucking love it.”

He pulled your legs closer to the edge of the counter, pushing your skirt up in the process. That cocky smirk back on his face as he kissed along your thighs, leaving love bites before he’d nestled between your legs.

“Oh my god, fuck!”

The second he’d finally given in, his tongue immediately lapping at your clit, you could’ve came. Feeling so desperate for his touch that your hands gripped his soft curls tight. Holding him in place with no chance of letting him go. He laughed at your neediness. Immediately pushing a finger inside to accompany the work of his tongue.

Your breath was hardly controllable as could feel yourself already close, not bothering to hush your moans as you were in ecstasy. Vince truly knew how to take care of you and find all the perfect places to have you melt in his touch.

“Yes, just like that. Fuck.”

Vince groaned at your nails digging into his scalp, not minding the tinge of pain as it only urged him to continue, slipping another finger into as he picked up the pace with his tongue.

You were shaking beneath him as his free hand tried to hold you still, not letting you move away from him. Your hips bucked as your head fell back, expletives pouring from your lips as you could barely form a sentence.

“You gonna cum for me? Be a good little slut and cum all over daddy’s face huh? Can you do that for me? I wanna taste you.”

His words pushing you over the edge as you came, covering his lips in your juices as his tongue slowed it’s pace, licking every inch of you. The overstimulation causing you to flinch at each flick of his tongue.

Pulling his fingers from you he immediately brought them to your lips, to which you gladly accepted. Hollowing out your cheeks as you kept your eyes locked with his. Seeing his eyes filled with desire as he looked down at you and the mess you’d made on his counter.

“So fucking sexy. I need those lips back on my cock. Now.”

He lifted you from the counter, setting you down and immediately you dropped to your knees. Stroking his cock while he grabbed a fistful of your hair.

Your eyes locked with his as you took him into your mouth, bobbing your head painfully slow. Watching the way his eyes rolled back as he let out a low groan. Soon enough his hips started thrusting to match your rhythm, the sound of you gagging like music to his ears. Eyes watering as your mascara started to run, his hands holding you in place as he fucked your face. His grunts making your pussy soaked, surely leaving a mess beneath you.

“Mmm yes, your throat is mine. You hear me? Fuck you’re such a good slut letting me fuck you til your makeups running down your face.”

Vince pulled himself from your lips, sensing you needed a break to catch your breath. Pulling you to your feet he crashed his lips to yours before grabbing at your thighs to lift you up. Legs wrapping around his waist as his cock brushed against your wet folds. A soft whimper coming from your lips as your head fell back, Vince taking the opportunity to kiss and bite at your neck.

He carried you down the hall, tossing you onto the bed as he finally discarded of his clothes. Allowing you the chance to gawk over his physique, something you’d never get tired of looking at. Making your way to the edge of the bed your fingers traced over his chest and down to his abs, while he hands pulled at your shirt before making quick work of your bra. Tossing it to the side before his lips found your breast, his hand taking the other in his palm, pinching at your nipple as he laid you down.

The feeling already having you writhing beneath him, arching your back into his touch as your nails marked up his back. Earning a growl from him at the burning sensation.

“Ready to show me what a good girl you are while you take my cock?”

You nodded at him with wanting eyes as his thumb traced over your bottom lip before dipping past, instinctually you sucked on it. Vince smiling at you as he teased you with his cock, loving how wet you still were for him.

“Please…Vince, I need you. Now.”

He loved hearing how needy you were, begging for him to give you what you wanted. Without warning he’d thrust into you, a gasp leaving your lips as your eyes rolled back. Hands gripping his biceps while his held tight to your hips. Thrusts slow but hard, his eyes fixated on how your tits perfectly bounced with each buck of his hips.

“How’s it feel baby?”

“So fucking good, you know only you can fuck me like this.”

“Mmm, you know I love hearing you say that.” A few more thrusts and Vince felt himself nearing his climax, though not yet done with you. “Show daddy what a good girl you can be while you ride his cock.”

Vince quickly pulled himself from you as he laid down, pumping his cock while he followed your motion, climbing into his lap as you lined him with your heat.

As you slowly lowered yourself, feeling every inch of him stretch you, the two of you moaned in unison. Hands resting on his chest to help steady you as you slowly began grinding into him, the way you rocked your hips had Vince melting beneath you. Though he absolutely loved fucking the shit out of you, watching you lose yourself as you rode his dick was so much better.

“Feel good baby? Bouncing your ass on my cock and being a good girl? God you’re such a whore, creaming all over my cock with your tits bouncing in my face. I fucking love it.”

One hand left your hips as it moved to grip your throat, Vince loving that you weren’t afraid of him being rough with you. Tilting your head back to give him a better grip as your bouncing was now out of rhythm. Feeling yourself beginning to tighten around his cock, whines leaving your lips as he caught on, thrusting his hips up to push you over the edge.

“You gonna cum for me? Cum all over my cock?”

“Yes daddy, I’m such a good little whore, cumming all over daddy’s cock.”

With a slew of expletives, your hands fell to his chest as you quivered on top of him. Legs shaking as you came, Vince rocking your hips to guide you through your climax. Just as you felt the euphoric high fading he’d pulled himself from you, a gasp leaving your lips at the loss of him.

He quickly stood up as he stroked himself, bringing his own climax closer as his grunts were low and sporadic.

“Knees.”

Climbing from the bed you took your spot on the floor in front of him. Gazing up at him, wanting eyes as your hands gripped his thighs.

“Cum for me daddy, please. I’ll be a good little slut and take it all, I promise.”

Hearing you call him daddy always sent shockwaves through his system, the words so beautiful spilling from your lips. As his head fell back and you heard a deep fuck come from him, you took his length in your mouth. Hands taking over stroking him as you flicked your wrist until you could feel him buck his hips, his warm seed hitting your tongue.

Vince quickly gripping your chin, “not yet baby,” opening your lips you’d showed him how good of a girl you were, taking every drop, his cocky smirk on his face as he lightly closed your jaw. “Such a good girl, swallow every drop baby.”

He watched as you swallowed, the action alone had him ready for round two. You weren’t normally one for the extra dirty actions, but with Vince you threw all of that out the window as he had such a hold over you you’d never thought twice.

Pulling you from your knelt position, Vince laid you down in bed before grabbing you a tshirt to throw on. He simply grabbed some boxers before he climbed into bed next to you.

“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you pulled a stunt like that just to get me all riled up, so I’d fuck you like crazy.”

“Well, it worked didn’t it?”

[mack-devereaux]

Hiii i wanna ask if ya can write something with Vince? Maybe him getting into a fight (so hot i love it) and hin hurting his wrist are something? And reader taking care of him afterwards. Plleeaassee

Vince Dunn

Omg this is my first request!! I’m so sorry it took so long! Also check out my other fic about Vince. I think they have a similar vibe. But This has no relation to that one. I had so much fun writing this. Just a reminder this is a work of fiction and my imagination, this is not based on true events. Thank you to the anon who requested!

Picture is from Pinterest, no triggers except for cursing and mentions of blood. I think that’s it! Enjoy!

When Vince first moved to Seattle he was excited. This was a brand new team and he had more opportunities to make a name for himself as one of the more aggressive defensemen in the NHL. He had always had a temper on the ice, even in his early days in high school and in the OHL, and he was good at running his mouth. He was always respectful to the medical training staff and the coaching staff, he never took his anger or frustration out on the people who helped him get back on the ice.

Did he cause the fights on purpose? Maybe.

Was he mad about being hauled into the cute medical trainers office to get patched up? Absolutely not. He enjoyed talking with y/n and getting to know her a bit better.

Did he cause fights just to see her? No, he truly has a passion for the sport, he just sometimes got a little too involved with the banter sometimes. However a perk to all this was those few minutes alone with y/n. Although she never really spoke to him much outside of work and was always very quiet he knew how passionate she was about her job. No matter what she was always so attentive to the injury and informative about what she was doing to help said injured player.

Y/n loved the energy of the home games, she typically didn’t get to travel very much with the team, only to close games, but something about the atmosphere of home games had her just buzzing with energy. Most of the time she got to watch the game from the tunnels, it was the perfect spot to see most of the game and it was easy to drag injured players back to the locker room to tend to the injuries. Tonight’s game was a home game against the Colorado Avalanche again, a team known to get the Kraken a little riled up. Just the week prior Vince had gotten himself into quite the scrum and ended up with a cut on his nose while playing against the Avalanche.

*flashback to a week prior*

Y/n was sitting in the medical room at Ball Arena, going through the medical kits organizing some of the supplies. She had heard the roar of the crowd and immediately knew there was a fight that happened. Shortly after that, the third period had ended. Hearing the players stomping down the tunnel shouting and cheering she already knew who was headed her direction.

“Vince..” y/n sighed pulling all her medical supplies back out.

“Don’t act like you aren’t happy to see me” Vince chirped at the girl.

“You’re gonna have some serious damage to your nose if you don’t stop” y/n said as she was washing her hands and throwing her gloves on “I’m surprised you don’t have a permanent scar from how many times I’ve seen it busted”.

“That just means you are doing a great job babe. I’ve got you to thank for keeping me looking good” Vince smiles.

Y/n rolled her eyes and turned around trying to hide her blush. Knowing this was the exact reason as to why she fell for him. He was just so charming. He knew exactly what to say and that’s why she could never date him. That and the fact that she technically worked for the same organization as him. Were they coworkers? No, but surely it was still frowned upon. At least that’s what she told herself anyway. As she was cleaning off the blood from his nose she caught herself admiring him. He truly was one of the most beautiful people she’s ever laid eyes on. Once the bleeding stopped she checked for other injuries, and sent him to be with the rest of the team.

“Promise me you’ll keep out of trouble for at least the next week” she called to him as he walked away.

“For you? Never.” He added with a wink.

*present*

Five minutes left in the third period and y/n had gotten to watch maybe 10 minutes total of the game. Partially because she didn’t like seeing Vince fight much, and because the players definitely kept her busy. This was probably the most bloody noses and knuckles she had tended to in her entire career. Normally the crowd goes crazy and encourages fights, and she definitely enjoyed that. But for some reason she couldn’t stomach seeing Vince getting hurt. I guess she had Cupids arrow to thank for that. After a few more minutes gloves went flying, curse words were being yelled and the crowd went wild. Reluctantly she looked over in front of the players bench and Vince had thrown a Colorado player on his back.

“Oh for fucks sake Vince” she muttered under her breath.

“You got him or do you want me to take care of him this time” the head medical trainer asked y/n chuckling and shaking his head.

Y/n looked across the ice as Vince and the Avalanche player got tossed in their respective sin bins, she sees that Vince has his helmet off and is holding his wrist.

“I think he hurt his wrist, do you see him messing with it?” y/n points to Vince.

“I’ll take a look when we get back there but I’m sure he’s fine. I think you can handle it after that” the trainer says as they walk back to the locker room.

After the game y/n was in her office waiting for Vince, it had been nearly 40 minutes since the game ended. What was taking him so long? She knew Coach had told him to stop by after their after game meetings and interviews. While she was waiting she decided to tidy up and clean a bit. As she was cleaning her desk she found the puck that Vince had signed and gave to her earlier that year.

*flashback to late last season*

Y/n was standing behind the players bench. It was the last home game for the season, then they were headed into playoffs. Looking onto the ice she watched the players warm up and interact with fans. Vince was watching y/n as he was skating in circles, getting a boost of confidence he picked up a puck and signed it with a note. Smirking he passed by and shouted “hey y/n! Catch!”

Panicking y/n shot both of her hands in front of her face as the head medical trainer caught the puck before it smacked her in the face.

“Really Dunn?!” Y/n shouted.

Vince grinned and skated off, shaking her head she looked at the puck she noticed it said “hey pretty girl” with his signature. Blushing she shoved it in her pocket before she could get scolded.

“Oh he’s so got it bad for you” the trainer said.

“Leave the chirping to the players would you” y/n muttered “besides it’s not like I can date him anyway.”

“Technically…”

“Don’t tempt me” y/n sighed “my heart can’t handle the heartbreak that comes with that one.” She continued to watch him skate around and talk to his teammates with a huge smile on his face.

*back to present*

Y/n smiled at the memory. Not knowing she wasn’t alone, because of course Vince would walk in at that very moment. Leaning up against the doorframe Vince coughed snapping her back to reality.

“My God Vince, now you choose to be quiet? You scared me” y/n shoved the puck back into the drawer.

“I’ll make sure to knock next time” he softly smiled. He totally saw that she still had the puck and it definitely boosted his ego.

“Let me see your wrist” y/n said.

“It’s fine” he muttered.

“If it’s fine let me double check then” y/n challenged.

Vince walked over and sat down on the bench in her office, while reluctantly holding his wrist out. He watched her face as she examined his wrist.

“I think if we wrap it for tonight and tomorrow you should be fine, but the swelling needs to go down significantly before you play again. I’ll clear you for practice but you have to be easy on your arm for the next few days” y/n said as she was grabbing the necessary supplies.

“Thank you for taking care of me y/n, I’m sorry for fighting” Vince whispered.

She smiled at him as she sat down and started wrapping his wrist. Knowing full well that he was watching her face closely the entire time.

“I’ll walk you to your car” Vince said.

“I’d appreciate that, thank you” y/n said as she turned back to him after putting the supplies away. With yet another boost of confidence Vince grabbed her by the waist and pulled her face to his and kissed her, she immediately kissed him back. The kiss was short and sweet. Electricity shot through her body and she felt as if she was on fire. After pulling away y/n whispered “we should go.” Neither of them saying anything as they left the arena. Vince was feeling defeated for the first time in a long time, why hadn’t she said anything? Did he over step? Did he make her uncomfortable? A million more discouraging thoughts ran through his head. Him not knowing she was in shock and on cloud nine all at once. Y/n unlocked her car and opened the door. Before she got in she turned to Vince and pulled his face to hers and slammed her lips onto his. Vince cockily smiled into he kiss and pulled her into him as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. After a few minutes they both pulled away, breathing heavy and trying to get as close as possible to each other.

“Thank you for walking me to my car Vince.”

“Let me know when you get home so I know you’re safe.”

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[mp0625]

Hiiii hope u are okay 🥰 could ya write something about Vince where reader (his gf) gets hurt. She was supposed to be at the game but instead was in the hospital. Him being worried when he couldn’t find her in the stands. Whatever comes to your mind :)

Sushi

Taglist. Masterlist.

Vince Dunn x reader

Anon Request: Hiiii hope u are okay 🥰 could ya write something about Vince where reader (his gf) gets hurt. She was supposed to be at the game but instead was in the hospital. Him being worried when he couldn’t find her in the stands. Whatever comes to your mind :)

A/N: I’m doing pretty good. Damn I forgot how much I like Vince!! I’m still taking requests for Vince Dunn or any players/Drivers!

TW: Angst, Car Cr*sh

“Hey baby, sorry I’m running late. The meeting ran late at work again.” Sighing while you walk to the car.

“It’s ok, you’ll get here when you get here. Be careful driving, there was lots of traffic coming into the arena.” He said with concern in his voice

“I will, I promise. Love you Babe!! I’ll be in my normal seat and should be there by the anthem.” You said with a smile in your voice.

“Love you too, baby.” “Hey, one more thing, can we go get sushi after we, you know what?” He asked quizzically with a laugh at the end.

“Definitely! That sounds delicious.” “See you at the game.” You said as you hung up.

As you were pulling out of the parking garage of your office building, a car blew through a stop sign. T boning your car. Causing your car to flip on to its side. Witnesses come running calling 911 and seeing if they can help.

As he stepped onto the for warm up and he didn’t see you he thought, “She hasn’t made it in yet, but I know she’ll be in for the anthem and opening face off.”

As Vince went back down the tunnel he still did not see you and that was starting to concern him but to calm his nerves he told himself that you were probably getting a snack.

When he came back onto the ice for puck drop. He looks to where you normally are sitting, and he doesn’t see you. “Where is Y/N at?? She’s probably in the bathroom. Hopefully she’ll be back for opening faceoff.” He thinks to help calm his nerves.

When he got that goal against Bobrovsky he looked to see his good luck charm in the stands and you still were not there. He thought maybe you were in the bathroom again.

When the game was over, with the kraken winning he didn’t feel the elation or the happiness that the rest of the team or the fans were feeling. He was very concerned about you. As he went into the dressing room he got his phone out of his bag seeing all of the calls he got from your phone. Listening to one of the voicemails. “Hello this is nurse Macy from Kindred Hospital Seattle, I’m calling to let you know that Y/N has been in a wreck and you were in her phone as her emergency contact. Please call us back to this number and we can give you some more information about her condition.” Vince almost dropped his phone in shock.

When trying to redial your phone number his fingers slipped multiple times and almost called Matty Beniers who was across the dressing room. When he finally was able to call your number it picked on the second ring. “Hello”

“Y/N”

“Sir, is this Vince?”

“Yes”

“Mr. Vince, This is nurse Macy, Y/N was involved in a T bone accident her car flipped onto its side. She seems to be OK other than a few broken bones right now she is asleep.”

“Oh thank everything! She is ok.” He said with a big sigh of relief. “Can I come see her?”

“Yes, you can.” “See you soon.” She said hanging up.

Vince breathes a sigh of relief knowing what happened, but is very concerned about what happened to you. He quickly showers and gets dressed to go see you.

The thing that wakes you up thinking it was a nurse coming to check your vitals. But instead it was Vince holding a box.

“Hi, I brought sushi!” He said with a smile.

Taglist: @studioreader @honethatty12 @slafgoalskybaby @swissboyhisch @topguncultleader @wondershells @cixrosie

If anything looks wrong or is messed up please let me know my tumblr was fighting me to post this. It looks ok to me, but I might have missed something.

[thyln4gf]

Ice cold

✞ Your boyfriend finally has enough. Can you handle him while he's this desperate?

✞ Word count - 1,5k

✞ I have synesthesia! But, instead of sharing the usual 5 songs that I associate with this fic... Why not the whole playlist? https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4FX9Tut6F7nOFnDiaTvzTw?si=JgwTGoW7SxaxZvFiPQ817Q / alternatively - https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4Mdch3Xq1CsoYGIx4jMBO0?si=EAdvxbsQTlGw4-xX8rCB5Q

✞ Warnings - blood, being aggressive, unprotected sex (wrap the beast before the feast babe).

✞ Vince Dunn x Reader

Another warning.

Vince receives the news, and groans in annoyance. The mans head just wasnt in the game today - and, perhaps, this time you were at fault - you had made the choice of wearing a pretty short skirt. You wore some black tights underneath as well, yes, but it still left so little to the mans imagination - he had seen all of you before. Enough times to be able to paint you on a canvas, blindfolded. The fact that you were wearing one of his hoodies, and sporting a jersey of his so well did not help.

Vince takes a mental note of the fact that hes just one warning away from being sent out of the rink. He breathes in, and out, trying to calm down the intense wave of arousal that kept washing over him, a new one coming back even stronger than the one before. He just couldnt help but get aroused by the idea of what he would do to you when you finally got home to celebrate - his team was currently ahead, and it did not look like its going to change anytime soon. He couldnt help but keep glancing your way either, almost drooling at the sight of your awfully gorgeous body, which he has been basically worshipping for the past few years.

And thats how he doesnt even notice the puck, flying his way. Right. Towards. His. Face. A teammate of his made a fucky wucky, youd say - he wanted to throw the puck over the border for the fans, but he found himself miscalculating his throw instead - he was throwing the thing from almost all the way acrsoss. Fuck.

It makes contact with his mouth, giving the nose a good taste of the blow as well, and he almost falls over from the surprise. You cant do anything, just watch, your face contorting with worry. You quickly found those feelings starting to melt away, though... Because Vince has looked up now, trying to find the source of... whatever the fuck that was. You cant even notice anything else - the blood gently flowing down his face almost fascinates you, leaving you curious about how his lips would taste right about now. You watch as he makes his way on the ice a little further, leaving a few drops of blood behind him. The sight alone made you ache, and the concern that you felt initially is long forgotten. Everything else goes by in a daze-like state, because all you can focus on is his face, which was getting more and more bloody by the second.

Before you knew it, he was off the ice, and angrily making his way to the locker room. You hesistate for a second or two, but you do end up following him, your eyebrows scrunched up with worry.

You walk into the locker room, and before you could even get a word out... You feel a pair of strong hands grip your waist with force, slamming you against the now closed door, and leaning in to kiss and nibble on your neck.

"You have been testing me today, babe..." Vince murmurs, almost groans into your neck, his hot breath coating it with ease. The metallic scent of blood sneaked up your nostrils, paired with the somewhat sweet notes of sweat. He could be currently found smearing his blood all over your neck, and he didnt even seem to care. You didnt, either. You found it hot, and it somehow powered up your urges even more.

"I have no idea what youre talking about." You answer him with a small smirk, pretending like you didnt put on the skirt on purpose - you had planned this from the very start. However, the smirk quickly gets wiped off as he bites your neck hard - you cant help the moan slipping past your lips.

"Mhmmm." Is his response, as he continues using your neck like his personal canvas. His body presses against yours even harder, only leaving just enough space for his hands to go up underneath your clothes, desperate to feel your body, to knead at your skin. He never wasted time when he was in an explosive mood, and you knew it.

Right as the thought of him finally moving on from your neck appears, he raises his head enough to connect his lips with yours. The contact almost made your stomach drop - it was aggressive, desperate, and fast. It was so him, when you think about it. As much as you loved him being all gentle and sickeningly adorable with you, this was what you secretly craved the most. You just wanted to be roughly handled by him like his personal toy, and get fucked till no coherent thoughts can appear in that pretty head of yours.

And that seemed to be just his plan - you feel him lifting you up, right against the door. You cant help but moan against his mouth, and he does the same - he waited for too long. Too long. He had already managed to change into some sweats before you entered, but no shirt could be seen on his torso yet. His boner presses against you almost instantly, making you chuckle a little, and he only deepens his kisses, making you hiss at the feeling of it. He starts grinding against you subconsciously, desperate to feel you around him.

He quickly realises that he cant undress you, nor him, while you two were in this position. He pulls you away from the door harshly, turning around to place you onto the floor. This man was filled to the brim with anger, and it almost made you pull away. Vince sensed it - he quickly pushed you against the lockers nearby, his lips staying glued to yours the whole time.

You dont know if its him being all over you or the beers you had making you so dizzy, but everything seems to go by in a haze. Before you knew it, he was stood there with no clothes on, your tights ripped open at the crotch. He would usually eat you out to have you cum once or twice, but this time, he was far beyond desperate to wait - he lifts you up against the lockers again, his length slipping all the way in. The first few thrusts are slow, but he quickly loses patience and just starts fucking the ever living shit out of you. The loud moans that belong to both of you echo in the empty room. That, and the wet sounds of your encounter - it was as sweet as the honey in his morning tea.

"You look very pretty while taking me so well, doll." He murmurs as he pulls away to attack your neck, again, his kisses and movements getting sloppier the closer he was getting the both of you to the edge. You find a moment to lick your lips, tasting the still warm liquid on them - it makes you shut your eyes instantly. And no, it wasnt even the fact that he was thrusting up into you harder and faster than he had ever done before - you just never knew just how much you liked blood, and never realised that you have been missing the presence of it in your sexual life. Vince saw you close your eyes. While he normally would have made you look back at him, he just didnt find the strength now - all he could focus on was his orgasm getting closer. You were at this point of the encounter already, your walls starting to squeeze around his cock. That was his final push - his liquid filled you up in an instant, a groan slipping past both of your lips. He could feel your hips shaking slightly, and his own as well - but he wasnt ready to stop just yet. His movements only got slower, enjoying the feeling of your warmth around him. He looks up at you with the familiar look in his eyes - you could recognise the shine anywhere. He leans in to kiss you again. However, this time it was slow, sweet, and loving. The contrast between what was happening just a minute ago and now was making your head spin, again.

Moments like these made you fall in love with him over and over again. He could have had anyone else, but he chose to have you. You had sex pretty often, which could look a little gross from the perspective of someone else - But thats now how you knew him. Thats not how you knew yourself, and you both. You found yourself being grateful for his presence in your life as he kissed you sloppily, a smirk appearing back onto your lips.

"Mine. All mine."

"All yours, doll."

[uluvjay]

List two prompt 26 with Vince Dunn please!?

26. “I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it

Vince Dunn x Established relationship fem reader!

Warnings?; SMUT, slight exhibition kink, teasing, dirty talk, degrading, p in v, unprotected sex( don’t be silly, wrap ur willy), breeding kink…, talk of getting reader pregnant..

I hope you enjoy anon and thank you so much for requesting! I apologize for any errors

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You knew better and he knew that you knew better then to act up a team event so he was confused as to why you thought it was a good idea to flirt with other guys at His team event.

“I just don’t get why my fiancé is going around letting random businessmen and donators buy her drinks” he scolded you in the hotel elevator.

The team had rented out enough hotel rooms for all the players incase they were to drunk and didn’t want to get an Uber home, Vince was perfectly capable of driving you both home after only have two drinks at the beginning of the night, but he couldn’t wait to make it home to teach you a lesson.

“I wasn’t flirting! I was talking with Amanda when that one guy came over and offered to buy me a drink” you tried defending yourself even though you did flirt and you did it to get this exact reaction out of your fiancé.

“Oh and you just decided to except it!?”

“He’s one of the biggest donors to the team! I didn’t want one wrong thing to make him feel some kind of way, and he even complemented my ring! He knew I was engaged” you tried

“That’s because it’s a damn Rock Y/n! It’s not hard to miss” he grumbled as he unlocked the hotel room door.

as you walked in you noticed the floor to ceiling windows and Vince getting undressed.

“Take your dress off and go wait by the windows” he instructed you.

He was getting ready to scold you as you walked over to him but when you tuned around and moved your hair out of the way he realized you needed him to unzip your dress and that he needed to take a deep breath.

You gave him a light thank you before doing as told, you laid your expensive dress on the bed before taking your heels off and walking over to the windows. The view of Seattle was absolutely stunning and you could see all of the strip that the hotel was located on.

You felt his presence behind you before he even made a move on you, “beautiful isn’t it?” He asked to which you only nodded in response.

He pulled you into him so that your back was pressed up against his chest as he began to kiss down your neck. “I wanna fuck you right here against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it” he whispered in your ear making your breath hitch.

“Now go be good for once and press yourself up against the glass” he told you giving you a slight push.

You did as told and soon felt his hands running around your body, starting from your thighs and all the way up to your breast as he gripped them and pinched your nipples making you moan out.

“Gonna be a good girl for me? Let everyone watch you get fucked and put in your place?” He asked.

“Yes sir” you told him finally deciding to drop your scheme and submit to him.

“Good girl” he said before pushing your front completely against the glass and running his fingers through your folds.

“All this for me? Or did you get this wet talking to that old bastard?”

“All for you V, promise your the only one that can get me this wet” you moaned as he slipped a finger inside you, getting you ready for his cock.

“Yeah? Only a slut for me?” He asked laying a slap on your plump ass.

“Yes!” You moaned as he added a second finger and sped up.

He worked you close to the edge before pulling his fingers out and putting them in his mouth, moaning at how you taste. You let out a gasp as you felt the head of his bare cock run through your folds.

“Maybe I should get you pregnant eh? That way everyone will know that you’re taken, since that fat ass rock on your finger doesn’t do it.”

You moaned at the thought of him getting you pregnant, kids had been in the talks for a while but you were in the process of planning a wedding.

“Yeah? Would you like that? Being all round and full with my baby in your belly?” He asked.

“Yes! I want your babies Vince, so bad” you moaned out to him and your confession making him moan as well.

That was all he needed to hear before he slipped inside you with one harsh thrust that took your breath away and allowed him to let out a deep groan.

He gave you a second to get used to the girth and length of his cock before he began moving again. You felt his hand in the middle of your back pushing you a little more forward and pulling your hips out as he fucked you.

“Fuck!” you let out as he began to slap your ass.

“Such a slut for me, letting me fuck you against windows for the whole city to see how desperate you are” he groaned as his thrust were now deep and slow making you cry out at the new pace.

“Ohh shit v” you moaned as you felt his tip hitting your cervix.

You began to thrust yourself back onto his dick the best that you could from the position he had you in. “Yeah that’s it baby” he encouraged and he began to speed up again.

You felt his body lean over yours and a arm hood around your stomach making him go even deeper somehow.

“Holy shit!” You called out in a cloud of immense pleasure.

His balls were slapping against you as he fucked you hard, letting out louder groans then usual, you loved when he got possessive and jealous.

“Vince! I’m gonna cum! Please can I cum?” You began to beg.

“Go ahead baby, I’m right behind you” he moaned out as you started to clench him even harder.

Your orgasm helped push him over the edge and he came deep inside of you. He stood up and let go of your hair before slowly pulling out as you moaned at the sensitivity.

He helped you find your balance before turning you around to find that your mascara had ran due to tears of pleasure and hair was matted to your face.

You grabbed his face and pulled him down for a kiss, “you know I love you right? And that I don’t want anyone else? I only excepted that guys drink to get you going and I never even took a sip. I’m really sorry” you apologized to your beautiful fiancé.

He smiled at you before giving you a quick kiss on the head and pulled you in for a hug.

“I’m not mad honey, I figured you were just trying to get my wound up” he told you.

“Are you serious about wanting to get me pregnant though?” You asked pulling away enough to look in his eyes.

“I mean I know we should probably wait till after the wedding, especially since you already picked your dress but if it happens I’d be very happy” he explained to you.

“Me too, I want all your babies Vince” you teased him.

“All of em?” He asked as his hands began to move down to your thighs

“Every single one” you confirmed before a squeal left you as he picked you up and ran towards the bed for round two.

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[claireelle18]

Lucky Charm

Prompt: When no one knows that they’re secretly married, but after scoring in the Stanley Cup playoffs he sees her in the stands wearing his jersey and holding the kid no one knows he has…and he’s almost knocked on his ass because he can’t take his eyes off her, and the moment is featured on national TV.

The day had been a long one of keeping up with the rambunctious toddler. Of course she wouldn’t exchange it for the world. Between the two parents, she agreed to be the stay at home mom while he provided for them.

It was a last minute decision to be down there at the arena, let alone up against the glass. She wasn’t sure how her girlfriend managed to get the tickets, pretty sure she had them, but the other guests bailed on her. 

“Linds, I can’t come! I’ve got no one to watch Salem tonight.” 

“Sage, just bring her! I have enough tickets for all of us. She can sit between us. Besides I bet she would love to see her Daddy play!” Salem had just recently turned two-and-a-half, and had only seen her Daddy play on tv and during the open practices.

“Sails you wanna go watch Daddy play?” She giggled and clapped. 

“Daddy?” The toddler questioned her mama.

“Yeah, baby. Daddy is at work. Want to go see him?” She nodded, and clapped more. “Okay, fine Linds we will see you there! Text me the tickets!” 

“Yay! I promise you’ll have fun!” 

With the heavy amount of traffic, both automobiles and pedestrians, it took a little longer to get past security than originally planned. Which meant warm ups were just wrapping up when the pair met up with the friend. “Hi ya Salem!” Salem laughed and waved hi back to her Aunt Linds. “You just missed him, but he will be back out soon.” 

The two women chatted as Salem watched the lights and people all around her. He wasn’t a starting player for the game, so she observed him on the bench. He was so sucked into the game, not knowing she was there, so close. 

First intermission came in a flash. He had a few shifts during that first period, and she could see how as the game progressed he became more comfortable. Before anyone knew it, second period was under way. Now they would be scoring on the goal the three sat behind. Sage cradled Salem on her hip as she wasn’t tall enough to see over the boards the action of the game. 

Her wedding ring glittering off the arena’s obnoxiously bright lights, casting tiny rainbows across the floor, as she held onto her daughter. Her daughter’s wide cerulean blue eyes captivated by the speed of the men whizzing around the large frozen sheet.  “Daddy! Daddy!” The young girl cheered as she caught her first glimpse of him, her long dark curls bouncing as she squirmed around.

He was back across the ice, then back in front of her again. His next shift he lead the puck, finding the back of the net past the Avalanche’s Georgiev. As he comes around the back of the net in a celly, he sees both, and cannot take his eyes off of them. 

His teammates flock around him, and he almost gets his ass slammed down to the ice because he gets run into. His only savior being Yanni Gourde and Adam Larson catching him. Even then he cannot seem to break the little trace he’s in. “If you’re watching this round of the Stanley Cup Playoffs, you may have just witnessed Vince Dunn almost get taken out by teammates because something outside the rink, in the crowd is distracting him,” an announcer calls. 

No doubt that would be the hockey meme of the night, and for the weeks to follow. The Kraken social team was quick to use the gif made from it to post about taking the lead. 

@seattlekraken: “us when we realize we have the lead currently” 

Salem squeals again in excitement as she sees him smiling at her. She can hear the clicks of cameras sounding off around her as he smiles at them. Sage’s jersey proudly representing her last name of Dunn, and Salem’s with Daddy across the back and Vince’s number. He blows Salem a kiss and a sticking tongue out face, causing the previous reaction to repeat, before skating off. 

After winning the game, which gave the Kraken the lead in the series, the biggest question was asked during the interview, “what was that almost landing on your ass about?”

“Well, I-uh…I honestly didn’t expect to see my wife and our daughter standing there right behind the glass,” he smiled. “It definitely caught me off guard, in a good - I mean great way.” 

“So that was your daughter?” A report repeated. 

“Yes, my wife and daughter were here tonight. Now if you don’t mind, I would love to go see them, so please one final question.” He bounded off, in search of his favorite people. Adam had her outside the locker room, chatting and occasionally bouncing Sails up and down. 

“Daaadddyyy!” She screamed when she spotted him, taking off from everyone else. 

“Hey my little pumpkin!” He grabbed her kissing her cheek. “I see you came to Daddy’s work!” She nodded vigorously. 

“Come on you three, take a family picture!” Linds cheered, pushing Sage into her family. A few photos snapped of the little family.  “Glad you were able to not cause too much chaos tonight,” Sage teased Vince. “Even if you’re still leading in PIMs this season.” He jokingly goes to nip the tip of her nose in retaliation and Salem pushes his face. “Bad daddy. No bites!”

*New Instagram Post - posted photo series of Sage and Vince with Salem’s face not shown, back of her jersey is though* 

@vincedunn: “you could say I had my lucky charms in the building tonight”

Comment reply: @sagedunn: “yeah we know you mean @adamlarson 🙄” 

Reply: @vincedunn : “if I meant him then why are you sporting my last name on that jersey then? 😜😘” 

Reply: @sagedunn: “that’s because he’s forced to work with you” 

[snorky]

Hi how are you?

I was hoping you could write something with Vince? Angst and fluffy ending? Please ❤️

Hold Me Close, And Never Let Go

Hey y’all, and hi to the lovely person who requested this Vince Dunn angst and fluff story. I'm doing well, and I hope you all are too. The pronouns for the reader in this story are they/them (so if you want it changed, let me know *directed at the lovely requester*). I’ve been busy recently, and so I apologize for this request coming out a little later than I wanted. I hope you also all enjoy this fic, and take care of yourself!

Pairing: Vince Dunn x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Angst, Stressed reader

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Heavy storms raged outside their Seattle apartment, the rain pitter-pattering against the windows as they tried to focus on their work. Thunder snapped now and then, and the wind seemed to whistle in the air as a warning.

The paper in front of them was taunting them, a blank page with no answer. All the numbers, letters, formulas, instructions, whatever it was, just didn’t make sense. It was all an incoherent mess to their tired eyes.

Deadlines were chasing them, yelling, screaming at them as if the time ticking down like sand slipping away through their fingers.

The pen in their hands seemed to be ticking them off at every moment. Ink flowed inconsistently, slipping on the paper in the wrong direction, scribbles and scrawls seeming to be the only thing that marked up their page.

A knock came from their door as they were lost in thought. 

“Baby? I miss you.” He called out from behind the door. “Can we cuddle together?”

It had been so long since they heard Vince’s voice, gentle compared to his figure. As badly as they wanted to cuddle with him, they had work to catch up on and do.

They just wished he could hold them, telling them that ‘it’s alright’ and ‘you’re doing lovely,’ to calm the storm of stress in their mind. The storm seemed to mirror the outside weather that was rampant, windy, and rainy.

Instead, they sighed, almost in irritation. “Can’t. I’m working.” Even though they mumbled, their voice still cracked, amplifying their exhaustion.

“Please.” The door creaked open as he came in, his steps careful as he walked towards them. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you,” he said quietly. “It’s been so long since I’ve even heard your voice.”

The storm continued outside, a flash of lightning followed by thunder disrupting the silence in the room.

Taking a deep breath in, it felt uneven, irritating them further. “Vince, I need to get this done,” they groaned. “Leave me alone for a bit.” Their voice came out much sharper than they had intended, and it was evident when a look of hurt appeared on his face.

He stood there in the middle of the room in silence, looking at them, arms crossed over his chest. They turned their head and looked at him for a brief moment, noticing how sad and disappointed he looked when they said that, and a pang of guilt struck them as they turned back to their work.

“Why.” He sounded hurt, his words came out so emotionally and yet empty and hollow all at once. “Why can’t you just rest with me for a moment?”

They thought about it in silence for a bit. The deadlines seemed so sudden, and the pressure to keep the expectations high was suffocating. Their body felt worn out, tense, and exhausted.

Turning to look at him, tears welled up in their eyes, blurring their vision. “I don’t know,” they croaked. “There’s just so much—”

Vince walked over to them, crouching down to be lower than eye level, and rested his hand on their shoulder. “You need a break.” He pleaded. “Okay?” His voice was always gentle with them, even when they both were upset or hurt. He never spoke louder than he had to, ever.

They finally let out a sob, exhaustion catching up to them, tears streaming down their face as they leaned into his arms. His hands braced them, holding them close as he carefully moved them off of the chair and onto the ground in his lap.

Their breaths were rough and ragged, uneven and unsteady.  “I’m sorry,” they mumbled, sniffling slightly. “I’m sorry for getting upset at you.”

“It’s okay, you’re alright. I know you weren’t feeling the best and that you weren’t in the right state of mind.” His words were genuine, smile sweet as ever.

Vince being this kind to them, even when they were upset, made them cry more at how sweet he was. The tears continued to fall, running down their cheeks, their nose now stuffy and irritated as they cried.

 “Shh, it’s going to be alright,” he soothed. His thumb rubbed small circles into their back, their face hidden in the crook of his neck. “Stay here with me, just for a bit.”

They both remained like this for a while, on the floor together in each other’s embrace, the storm calming down outside to a gentle rainfall. His deep breaths steadied them, a solid rock in the ocean that never seemed to move in the most hectic storms. Despite the tears continuing to run down their face, they remained silent for the most part, taking breaths in every now and then.

He hummed softly into their hair, pulling them closer to his body as he did so. “Let’s move to the bed, alright?” Pressing his lips to their forehead gently, he spoke, “We just need a quick nap, that’s all.”

Tears welling up in their eyes again, the kindness and patience he showed never failed to disappoint them. He never once upset them or made them feel bad about themselves. He was always caring and sweet, he was always perfect in their heart.

“What’s bothering you, sweetheart?” His hand went up to their face, cupping it gently in his palms as his thumb wiped a tear away.

They shook their head, choosing to remain in silence in fear that if they tried to speak, their tears would start to fall again, unending.

“It’s okay, we can always talk about it tomorrow, okay?” he spoke softly.

Keeping his arms wrapped tightly around them, he got up and walked to their shared bed. Setting them down gently on the bed, he then got in bed and lay down beside them. He then pulled the covers over both of them, encasing them in the soft, thick blanket.

“Cozy, baby?”

They nodded in response, scooting closer toward Vince under the blanket. He wrapped his arms around them, holding them warmly as one of his hands held the back of their head as they rested it on his chest, the stress slowly crumbling away.

It was just the both of them, just him in their world at the moment. The deadlines faltering away somewhere else, the stress melting away as he held them close.

“I love you,” they mumbled quietly.

He gave them a gentle peck on the top of their head and smiled sweetly at them. “I love you too,” he said. “And I’ll never stop loving you, baby.”

They smiled at his words, and before they could start tearing up again, he peppered soft kisses all over their face, making them let out a small laugh. “That’s what I like to hear,” he hummed.

[haddonfieldwhore]

talk me down - vince dunn

vince dunn x gender neutral! reader

summary: after a late game penalty and a frustrating shootout loss, vince is in a bad mood. good thing he has you to make him feel better

warnings: mentions of violence, langauge, angry vinny, a bit of angst but mostly fluff

word count: 1.2k

as the whistle blew with only a few minutes left in overtime, you ran a hand over your face in frustration as a penalty was called on your boyfriend, vince dunn, for deliberately whacking another player with his stick. while there should have been a call for the opponent holding and tripping vince, the way that vince had reacted was unnecessary. you’re making it worse, you thought, as he punched fiala in the face, nearly hitting him with his stick before the refs separated them. even in the stands you could hear dunn swearing his head off, and you were shocked he didn’t get more than a 2 minute penalty for what he’d done. thankfully los angeles wasn’t able to take advantage of the extra man on the ice and score a goal, but things went to the shootout and eventually the game ended in favour of the kings.

a cloud of disappointment hung heavy in the air of climate pledge arena as kraken fans filed out, without a win but still with a point as the players left the ice. you sighed as you stood up from your seat, the other players wives and girlfriends who had been at the game also getting up to go find their partners. they were talking about the game, and while you could have joined their conversation, you were more concerned with vince. you made your way to the back and waited impatiently for him to come out of the locker room.

after what felt like forever - the team surely having had a long talk with their coach about the events of the game - a familiar curly haired brunette emerged from the doorway, a scowl on his face.

“hey,” you said softly as you stood up, walking over and grabbing his hand gently. to your surprise he didn’t pull it away, but didn’t say anything, simply tilting his head in the direction of the exit. getting the message that he just wanted to go home, you nodded, walking with him out to your car and getting in the drivers seat, and the two of you began a silent drive home.

when you arrived home to his house, he went straight upstairs without a word, and you heard the sound of a door slamming upstairs as he disappeared into your shared bedroom. you grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen, your fingers anxiously tapping the granite counter tops as you sighed. you hated seeing him like this; beyond frustrated and tired. you knew he would never do anything to hurt you, you also understood that it was best to give him some space and time to cool down when he got like this. you took a seat on the sectional in the living room and scrolled through different apps on your phone, avoiding anything you saw about the game. about 15 minutes went by before you began to yawn, and decided to head upstairs to find vince.

as you walked into the bedroom, you saw him laying face down on the bed, his head at the wrong end. his one arm was hanging over the edge while the other was folded under his head like a pillow. he had discarded his clothes except for his sweatpants, and you admired the toned muscles of his back that were on display as he lay turned away from the door. it was clear he had just collapsed onto the bed, the blanket barely covering his legs and crumpled from being kicked aside. you quietly got changed into some shorts and one of vince’s t-shirts, before padding over to the bed and sitting down next to him.

“i’m sorry,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by his arm and the mattress. reaching towards him you brushed your fingers through his messy curls, shaking your head, though he couldn’t see you.

“you don’t have to apologize to me,” you assured him.

“i still am.”

“i know,” you replied, moving closer to him as you let your hands travel down to his shoulders, gently massaging the tense muscles. he shivered slightly at the feeling of your hands on the back of his neck, but then sighed softly as you worked at the knots in his back, trying to relieve some of the tension from the game. you spent about 10 minutes in silence, and you were honestly beginning to think vince had fallen asleep, until he spoke again.

“i’ll be lucky if i don’t get suspended or fined,” he said, groaning softly as you kneaded a particularly sore spot on his lower back.

“yeah,” you agreed cautiously. “i’m sorry, vinny; i really don’t know what to say.”

“now who’s apologizing?” he laughed dryly, and while it was bittersweet, it was the first hint of a smile you’d heard in his voice all night. “i fucked up, i have to deal with the consequences.”

“that’s true. but they should have called a penalty on the other guy.”

“yeah well i guess they thought otherwise. i didn’t exactly make the situation any better. i think i owe joey an apology for sending us to the shootout,” he gave another halfhearted laugh.

“i wouldn’t say it’s your fault it went to a shootout. give me your other arm,” you instructed, having finished massaging the arm you could reach. vince rolled over onto his back, looking up at you as he extended his right arm into your lap.

“i guess it doesn’t matter in the end,” he sighed, watching you as your hands ran up and down his bicep, soothing the tired aching beneath his skin.

“you guys still got a point,” you said optimistically, trying to look on the bright side of a shitty end to the night. vince smiled at you, the admiring gaze going unnoticed as you continued pampering him.

“yeah,” he mumbled, as you lifted his hand, playing with his fingers gently. “thank you.” you finally looked at him, his eyes tired but full of love as he stared back at you.

“anytime,” you smiled warmly, and giggling softly as vince opened his arms for you to crawl into. you laid down next to him, letting him pull you into his side as he stared up at the ceiling. you closely admired each freckle and detail of his face, and if life were a cartoon your eyes would have had hearts popping out of them.

“i love you,” you spoke quietly, placing a few kisses on his cheek. he turned his face toward you, your foreheads pressing together as he bumped his nose against yours softly.

“i love you,” he whispered. “i don’t know what i would do without you,” he admitted, kissing the tip of your nose, and then your forehead before pulling you closer, tucking your head under his chin.

“you’d have a stiffer back for one-“ you were interrupted by your own laugh as he tickled your side, and you smiled as you curled your body into him, inhaling the scent of his body wash that lingered on his skin from his post-game shower. “okay - okay i’m done.”

“goodnight baby,” he squeezed you tightly in his arms before reaching over and turning off the lamp next to the bed. a wave of tiredness washed over you as the darkness in the room enveloped you, and you quickly fell asleep.

vince laid awake for a little while, listening to the tiny snores that fell from your lips as you slept. whatever repercussions were to come from tonight, and whether they had lost the game or not, he had you, and that was a win in his mind.

disclaimer: all screenshots, events, and/or interactions depicted in this are a work of fiction. i have no association with any parties mentioned

[arabellanextdoor]

She a future

Hockey wag

[alexavictoriano999]

These are the sweetest feelings in a long time… It seems to me that the victory over this particular team was fundamental.

[hmneighbors]

In honor of the hockey season coming to a close, here's all the top loaders I decorated this 2023-2024 season!