#those player are all like 6’3

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New fav pic of MSL just dropped

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Random Gojo Headcanons

If yall want me to put any of these into a separate post to better fit your blog theme let me know. It’s just random thoughts rn.

Tw: NSFW below cut. MDNI. One of these mentions breeding qnd pregnancy kink, the other mentions that gojo is a service switch.

SFW Headcanons (Realistic)

He's canonically addicted to sweets so do not underestimate what he would do for a Klondike bar.

On a museum date he would giggle and point everytime he sees a naked statue.

Doesn’t sleep often but when he does he often has nightmares about his past. Never when you’re around.

Doesn't drink but is fluent in drunk and can often be found being a bad influence to intoxicated people at parties.

Hope you don't get embarrassed easily because he has no shame and there will be loads of PDA.

Doesn’t wear headphones for the same reason he doesn’t get drunk.

He would steal your clothes, then when you catch him wearing your stuff, he'd deny that they're yours. You can't really fight him about it because he honestly wears it better anyway.

If you’re shorter than him (he’s 6’3 so likely), he rests his chin on your head when he hugs you from behind.

Chronically late so you have to tell him things in advance.

He always wins competitive games so now he tends to stick to creativity oriented ones like Minecraft. From an artistic perspective he tends to suck at those.

Obscure/Crack Headcanons

He licks the icing off the oreos and puts them back in the package.

Snags bites of your food but complains if you eat his food.

To make up for stealing your clothes he'd order you a "smoking hot outfit" he saw online. But when it arrives it’s barbie doll sized.

Don’t worry, he also got you these really nice shoes. But when the shoes come in they're also barbie doll sized. He puts them on his fingers and walks them up your face.

When he grabs ass or gropes you anywhere he says honk honk or beep beep or something like that.

Still has the original flappy bird on his phone. He holds the high score. Could have gotten higher but he lost interest after a couple thousand.

He made a portrait of you out of macaroni art. You keep it at your job. Your coworkers often say how they wish their children were still in the cute art making stage.

His phone wallpaper is a picture of you naked with hot face emojis censoring your private bits.

His lock screen is you with the potato filter.

Keeps a plant because plants are often unpredictable so even he wouldn't get that right by default.

Had an Undertale phase. You know how Sans is lazy and puts forth no effort because he knows it’ll all just be reset by the player anyway? Gojo canonically doesn’t get involved in major conflicts or try to solve everything because he knows that when he dies it’ll all just revert back to the usual. Twinnem.

Actively played pokemon go when it came out and was definitely on team instinct. Probably trespassed in weird places tryna catch rare pokemon and was single handedly carrying team instinct in his region. (Arguments could be made for team Mystic)

NSFW headcanons (realistic)

Bros the type to beg for sex in public then giggle loudly when you're trying not to get caught in the public bathroom

Since he's kinda just the best at everything, he's been worshipped his whole life, so praise would just go over his head. But degrading him? Using power play to humiliate him or make him seem inadequate in some way? Works wonders.

He would send you really explicit texts and get you all hot and bothered only for it to turn out that he was talking about tres leches cake.

Playfully mocks you for not being able to keep up with his stamina.

While he may have infinite cursed energy, he has a limit to his physical stamina and does eventually get tired after going too many rounds.

Believes that the future rides on the youth, so heavy on the breeding kink and pregnancy kink. Wants kids so if you'll allow it best believe this man is not pulling out.

Obscure/Crack NSFW Headcanons

As a service switch he's more than willing to make up for outperforming you by servicing you on demand. It doesn't matter where or when you're horny, he's all yours.

He gets even more turned on when you push him past his limits to use him like a toy.

Says he wants to bring "a special friend" to bed but it's just a stray cat he found. (If you're allergic, it's a life sized cat plush.)

Answers the phone during sex and doesn't care how loud you are, will talk as if nothing else is going on

"Oh, I have to take this. Oi, Nanami. Yes, this is a good time. Hmm? Oh, nobody's hurt, that's just (Y/n). Say hi (Y/n)."

You'd think his favorite sex toy would be some type of gawk gawk 3000 but no, it's a fleshlight that glows in the dark.

Would love to be a rope bunny but he’s just too strong and always breaks the restraints when he gets excited.

He’ll still want to be tied up if only for aesthetics. Maybe you’ll find curse imbued cuffs on the dark web or something.

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Baseball Boy - College AU

Part 2

Baseball Player! Schlatt x Fem! Southern Sorority girl reader

Part 1

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Schlatt moves down south to play baseball for a Division 1 school. At a party, he meets a girl who is the exact opposite of him. She’s a sorority girl who obviously has money and a very strong southern accent. She believes there is good in everyone and Schlatt isn’t as much of an asshole as he is letting on.

The beginning of the semester is always your favorite time. You love spending too much money on a planner and choosing an appropriate color for each class. When you receive the syllabus, you put all the assignments in your planner in their respective color. You also love seeing your friends and sorority sisters. It warms your heart to be back on campus in the place that feels the most like home.

You are glad that you had gotten an early start on planning because there’s only been one thing on your mind since Saturday Night. Schlatt. You don’t know why he has taken up so much space in your mind. Frankly, he’s a bit of a douche, but you want to break his shell. You are curious to see what is hiding under that tough exterior. There seems to be more than meets the eye and you want to know what it is.

You have always been curious, wanting to understand how things work and know every detail of it. You hate the unknown and he seems to be the biggest mystery you have ever encountered.

On Sunday, you decided to go on Instagram and search for Schlatt’s name. He only has a couple hundred followers. The only mutual friend you have is Alex Lopez. You saw them talking during the party. There wasn’t much information you got from his account. There were about 6 posts and he only had one that included his face. The rest are just photos of him playing baseball.

Baseball. That seems to be the only thing you know about him. That and he’s from somewhere up North. You are not sure where, but it seems like it might be the New England area.

The other things you know are what you can see on the outside. He’s tall, probably about 6’3”. He has messy brown hair and puppy brown eyes that seem to be constantly squinting into a glare. You're surprised he doesn’t already have crow’s feet. He’s annoyingly gorgeous.

There is so much you do not know about him though. What’s his major? Where exactly is he from? Why did he brush me off when every other guy would be falling at my feet? It’s what made you the most curious. You took the time to talk to him and he barely batted an eye. You know most guys only like you for my money, but he didn’t even care to know your name. Maybe that’s what made you somehow want him even more. He does not know who you are, so he cannot judge you. Even though it seems that he already has.

As you have a meal plan, you make your way to the Cafe to get some dinner. “How was your summer break, Miss.(Y/N)?” Ms. Debra, the sweet lady at the front who scans our cards, asks you. You made it your mission in your first semester to learn every staff member's name, especially those who work at the Cafe. You learned after a semester that if you are nice to every employee, they make your college experience enjoyable.

“It was pretty boring honestly. I’m happy to be back here. How was your break?” You ask her back.

“It wasn’t too bad, sweetie. I was here for most of it as many students take summer classes. The family and I went camping a few times.”

“That sounds amazing. Have a good rest of your night Deb.” you make your way through the main line to grab some chicken fried steak, rice, and peas. You missed the food served here, especially since it wasn’t made by someone who thinks you should be on a diet.

After you get your food, you see your friends sitting at their usual table towards the right side of the cafe. You smile at the familiarity that rings through you as you sit down with the three girls I missed the most during the summer. Gia’s boyfriend Alex is also there. He became a part of the group as soon as they started dating two years ago. Your friends and you all met in your freshman year. Lucy and Gia were assigned as your roommates along with another girl, Sara Beth. Sara Beth however did not stick around as long as the other two. Sara was a nice girl but she never really fit into your group. She came here with her high school boyfriend so you barely saw her. Lucy, Gia, and you all ended up rushing KKG where we met the fourth member of your group, Haley. Haley is Gia’s big who didn’t bond as well with the girls in her year, so she quickly joined your friend group.

Even though you only met them two years ago, you feel like you have been friends with them your whole life. You all live in different cities so you didn’t get to spend the summer together. This is the first time you have all eaten together since May. As soon as you sit down, they all give me a big smile. “How was your first day of classes, (Y/N/N)?” Gia asks you with Alex’s arm around her tiny waist.

“Pretty boring. Just a syllabus day as the first week always is,” you tell her.

“Same for me,” Lucy says as Haley nods in agreement.

“Did Alex tell you about his asshole roommate from the North?” Haley speaks up.

“(Y/N) has met him,” Alex says, with a wink. You raise my eyebrow at him. You didn’t even know Alex had a new roommate, much less met the guy. Alex notices my confusion. “You spoke to him at the PIKE party.”

It finally clicks. “Schlatt is your roommate?” You ask. He just nods. As in on cue, you see Schlatt with a few slices of pizzas on his plate walk to a small table in the corner. His fluffy hair is hidden by a baseball cap. He looks a lot more comfortable than he did at the party. You ignore the butterflies in your stomach when he combs through his hair before putting the cap back on. You also ignore how lonely he looks as he scrolls through his phone.

“(Y/N)!” you hear Gia say, snapping me out of the one-sided staring match. You look over at her. “I said,’ Was he that guy who made you feel bad at the party?’”

“He didn’t make me feel bad. He just didn’t know anyone and I was being too pushy. Do you guys think he looks lonely?” you ask, looking back over in his direction.

“Do not say you feel sorry for him,” Lucy says. “I should’ve kicked his ass when I had the chance.” Lucy is always the one threatening to beat anyone up who ‘hurt’ the ones she cares about.

You roll your eyes at her forwardness. “Maybe I should go give him company. No one wants to sit alone,” you say.

“Didn’t you just say he called you pushy?” Alex comments. “Plus I think he is one of the few people who likes being alone.”

“Like I said he doesn’t know anyone. I’ll die of regret if I know I let him sit by himself when he didn’t want to.”

“God you’re too sweet,” Haley pipes up. “If you do go over there, please just be careful and don’t get upset if he’s an asshat to you.”

You grab your plate and make your way over to him. He doesn’t notice, so you clear your throat. “Can I sit by you?” You ask him.

He finally looks up from his phone. “It’s you again. Why do I feel like, if I tell you no, you’ll do it anyway?”

“You looked lonely over here so I figured you needed some company, so can I?”

“Whatever,” he mutters, paying attention to his phone. You feel like this was maybe a bad idea but you can’t back down now. You have to prove everyone else wrong.

“So Schlatt right? Did you have any classes today?” He just simply nods. “Awesome. How were they? My professors just went over the syllabuses or syllabi I guess is the right term for it.”

“I’m not interested in joining your sorority or whatever cult you are a part of,” he says, finally looking up from his phone.

“Obviously, you can’t join my sorority seeing as you’re a male. Or at least I assume you are since you play baseball and live with Alex. I don’t want to make any assumptions.”

“Definitely a male,” he confirms with an eye roll. He takes a bite of his pizza and makes a face in slight disgust at it.

“Yeah, the pizza here is disgusting. They were serving chicken fried steak which is much better. If you don't want southern food, they always have pasta.” You take a bite of your food, savoring how good it is. White gravy is a gift from heaven.

“Do you always dress like you’re going to an event ?” He asks, looking you up and down. You’re not even that dressed up in your mind.You are wearing a pink flowy tank top with white jeans and flats. The only jewelry you’re wearing is a pair of pearl earrings and your Kendra Scott necklace.

“This isn’t that dressed up, but I always try to look nice. I feel better when I take the time to do my makeup and pick out a nice outfit.”

He just snorts a bit before scrolling again. You sigh seeing that the conversation has gone one-sided. Though you should just walk back to your friends and accept defeat, you continue. You take a look at what he is wearing. He has on a baseball cap and a plain T-shirt. You noticed he was also wearing joggers earlier, meaning that he prefers to dress comfier than you.

“What team is that?” You ask, motioning towards his hat. The logo isn’t one of any team you recognize.

“It’s the school I played at before I came here. Don't look it up. I don’t want you stalking me.” You feel a tinge of guilt. He thinks you’re some creepy girl who can’t take a hint. Maybe this really was a bad idea. Why didn’t you listen to your friends? “I’m joking,” he says, noticing my discomfort.

You let out a fake laugh. “Obviously. I knew that.” you sigh. You’re usually really good at reading people, but he’s so hard to read. You feel like the whole douchebag thing is a cover-up, but he’s making it seem like that’s not the case. You want to learn who the real Schlatt is. The one who doesn’t feel like he has to be a lone wolf to not let anyone in.

“Did anyone teach you it’s not nice to stare.” He looks at you with his soft puppy brown eyes that make you want to melt in your seat.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to stare. I’m just trying to figure you out.” God that sounded a lot less creepy in your head.

He raises an eyebrow at you. “Why are you trying? I’m obviously an asshole who isn’t worth your precious time. Don’t you have some impressional freshman girls to join your cult, I mean sorority.” He cracks a small grin as if he thinks he finally broke you.

“I’m a really good judge of character and you seem to not be as bad as you are putting on. Plus I’m a junior, I did my duties of talking up KKG as a sophomore.”

“Sorry to break your heart, but I’m really a douchebag. There’s no act I’m putting on. So why don't you just go back to your little friends and talk bad about some helpless girl who doesn’t know how to dress?”

You scoff. “This isn’t high school. Unlike you, I’m not pretending to be someone I’m not to feel better about myself. I’m a nice person just trying to help someone who knows no one here or even in Arkansas for that matter.” You look at your plates which are both now empty. “Do you want some dessert? I think Miss. Brenda made peach cobbler. It’s really good. It will make you happy you came here.” You know desserts are the way to anyone’s heart.

“I have a few questions for you first. One, are you offering to grab me dessert after I was rude to you? Two, what the hell is a peach cobbler? And three, you know the name of the lady who makes desserts.”

“Yes because like I said I’m actually a nice person trying to help someone out. I learned every staff member's name here during my first semester and it’s like a warm pastry with peaches and cinnamon. It’s really good.”

He sighs. “I learned that you don’t take no for an answer, so I guess if you’re getting one.”

You smile making your way to the dessert line. “Hi, Mrs.Brenda. Did your grandbabies have a good summer vacation?” You ask her.

“Hello (Y/N). Yes, we went to Pigeon Forge and they had a blast. Did you have a good summer?” She asks you, putting more bowls of peach cobbler on the line.

“Yes ma’am. I spent a few days with my granny and papa in Fort Worth. I would have stayed the whole summer if I could.”

“I bet they enjoyed having you there.” She hands you a bowl.

“I hope it’s not too much to ask, but could I possibly have two bowls? My friend over there is from the North and hasn’t ever had peach cobbler. So of course I told him he had to try it from the best.”

“You’re too sweet, darling. Of course, you can take two.”

You smile at her as you grab the two bowls and some spoons. You go over to the ice cream machine to add some to each of the cobblers.YouI make your way back to the table and set one bowl in front of him. “It’s best with ice cream,” you tell him, taking a bite of your own. The noise that comes out of your mouth is sinful, but it’s deserved as you missed Mrs. Brenda’s dessert.

Schlatt looks up at you with wide eyes before taking a bite for himself. “It’s good. A bit too sweet.”

“You’re in the south. Everything is a bit too sweet.”

“So I’ve learned,” he looks at you with a smile small enough that it’s barely noticeable and it makes you blush a bit. You feel like maybe just maybe his douchebag act is melting like the ice cream in your bowl.

You both sit in silence for a bit, just eating your desserts. After you finish, he looks at your empty dishes. “Are you done?” He asks and you nod. He takes them, adding them to his dirty plate and bowl. Instead of saying goodbye, he puts his phone in his pocket and takes your dishes to the conveyor belt where they get washed.

You probably look like such a creep watching him leave with a big smile on your face. You look over to see your friends looking at you with faces of disbelief. You smile at them knowing that even if you didn’t feel like you made much progress, they think you turned Schlatt into a total softie who put up your dishes. You grab your things and make your way towards the exit. You smile hoping that someday you will see the full softie that you feel like Schlatt is hiding behind his douchebag exterior.

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A/N: Here is reader’s POV. As I mentioned in the first part, I changed the point of view from forts person to second person. I hope you enjoy this part. This gives you a little insight into reader. I’m sorry she is so stereotypical, but I promise there is more to her character. Let me know what you think!

[mrsbsmooth]

Suzi, now… before the reveal I NEED you to rank the islanders based on their names and resumes (we mostly have similar opinions Id love to see your prospective)

Oh you NEED it well then okay I guess I gotta do it 😂 y’all wild.

Note: this does NOT indicate which LI I’m going for this season. I’m waiting for the rest of the sprites because I’m ✨ shallow ✨

Anyway, here you go!

(Hope this doesn’t come back to bite me in the ass)

Season 8 islanders ranked worst to best

Based on nothing but their applications

#8 Sports Physio (Jack)

Cyclist. Last place.

#7 Wedding planner (Emel)

Hannah/Juliet hybrid. Thinks she knows everything about love. “Can always tell when a couple aren’t right for each other”, now wouldn’t that be convenient if you’re coupled with someone she wants??? It sucks because she sounds so smart and cultured and I hope she’s nice, but I just have a feeling they’re gonna make her the villain.

#6 Acrobat (Sophie)

She could be interesting, but she’s screaming “I’m quirky! Look at me! Want to watch me do a handstand?” Like come on, at least Rohan had a personality outside of his job. It might end up being endearing like Tim with his rap career but somehow I don’t see it happening. I hope not though because I do so love the Irish.

#5 Cat Cafe Manager (Luna)

Idk what it is about her she just sounds laaaaaaame. And this is coming from someone with a cat who adores them more than life itself. One of those people who makes coffee their whole personality, you know??? I feel like she’s gonna be Thabi from S4 but without the personality quirks that made her unique.

#4 Firefighter (Oakley)

He sounds a little boring but I have a feeling he is going to be like, next level hot. Like NEXT LEVEL hot. I’m immediately picturing Blaze from Love Is Blind (Netflix Game) and if he is I might die. 6’3!?!?!?!? Strong silent type, Jake Wilson-esque, might be our “slow burn” (😏) of the season because I feel like one of the girls is gonna latch her claws into him like that cat he saved and NEVER LET GO.

#3 Underwear Model (Jin)

Don’t get me wrong, he’s gonna be hotter than the sun, but honestly his personality is just boring to me. It might be how it’s written, but the whole “I’m funny because I tell you I’m funny” is getting a bit old. I hope he’s got a serious/romantic side to him (a la Bruno 🥰) otherwise he’s gonna get on my nerves real quick (a la Bryson 🤢).

#2 Dentist (Claudia)

I’ll be honest I’ve already seen her sprite and holy moly mother of Mary she is a STUNNER. I already know MC is gonna have nothing on her, but she’s gonna be stuck in friendship couples for her whole time in the villa because she’s a female LI. This also means she’s probably a bestie option. She seems so smart and funny, and it seems like she doesn’t take things too seriously. She’s gonna be fanfic fodder for sure.

Drumroll:

#1 Travel Photographer (Theo)

Not only is this one of my favourite names, it’s also one of my weaknesses. Greek men. Y’all saw me last season demanding Cassius and it didn’t eventuate so if Theo is as hot as he sounds I might pass away. The reformed player vibe is doing it for me so I’m REALLY looking forward to seeing if he’s all that. If nothing else he sounds like he’s going to be a huge source of entertainment and will probably get himself into a lot of trouble 😂

[sugar-petals]

get to know football prince kai havertz: intro masterpost

as my recent pretty boy agenda entails writing long ass meme essays about handsome male football players for you to look at and enjoy 

today’s the day you get to check out the man of all men

welcome to an extensive introduction guide on germany’s #1 cheekbone export

with the wholesome hobbies

and the most important goal in european football this year

if you wanna know more about this looker? join the ted talk it’s gonna be outrageous

the sleek specimen in question: mr. kai lukas havertz (22), accidental supermodel forward at fc chelsea in england, yeah that’s the london team with the dark blue shirts, go tell em your sexy number kai:

29 bc he has 2 great legs and 9 lives like a cat, he respawns from everything you throw at him, you can see it from a mile away

immortal vampire with a back problem kinda guy, we hired him to scare the opposing teams shitless with his ominous booty posing it works

ikr he always looked way older than he is, blame that intense bone structure and low brow, kai’s barely in his 20s the hell

and admirably already made it as far as you can in the clubs, in case you heard about the champion’s league (...where all the best and sassiest european clubs compete for a comically large silver goblet), he scored the final’s winning goal 

awkwardly, in typical fashion — my man tripped over the goalkeeper — but he did it, aged 21, very proud right here, this is how it happened:

wonderkid kai is also an attacker in the german national team, as the #7, which is the number of maximum years i predict it takes until he won the euros and the world cup at least once, it’s only a matter of time germany is gearing up we’re hotter than ever 😤

in both teams he’s basically um yeah moving his body back and forth gracefully on a large green field while looking amazing and doing genius things, that’s his job summary it’s simple on paper

the english press calls him the ‘silky german‘ and i get why, that silhouette that focus those fancy brows

since kai is a forward he’s also notoriously tangling himself up in the net of the opposing goal (you kinky mf, bondage in broad daylight)

and piercing through the competition with these absurd cheekbones 

(it’s not plastic surgery. he always had these)

a whole model menace but please he’s actually goofy 

should you wonder how to pronounce him at this point, roll the r a little harder and you got it down. he goes by kai havats if you consult most english commentators but the correct german rendition is kai-há-ve-ar-ts

he got a lotta fans learning how to spell it, eye of the hurricane, especially chelly simps for him 24/7

let’s find out in detail how my spaghetti-shaped husband is causing such a stir, this thread is structured with hashtags and we’re starting with the most obvious:

#LOOKS

so you’d like to know about his features and how to spot him (unsurprisingly: very easy, he’s a sore thumb everywhere, and surrounded by his puppy children)

we have all kinds of overly specific nicknames for his appearance, if you see ‘[random weird word] prince’ on football tumblr you’ll know it’s him 

catch kai by his goal celebration: sticking his tongue out as far as he can, he thinks he’s havertz thee stallion, then he ends up like this somewhere at the goal line

kai always seems like he just broke into a different dimension, like a christian saint picture almost? why is he always looking up, what does he see, why is there suddenly a ray of light 

he’s an offensive 6’3 tall, i guess he has a different perspective on what’s happening behind heaven’s door, maybe he consults with god on how to score after the next corner kick or something, no surprise he is so divine

anyway. never knew a bloke named kai who was unattractive, havi is no exception if not a prime example of overly serious tumblr sexyman

the whole fandom (i’m not aware that havertz stans call themselves a certain way universally, i just call ourselves the havies) agrees he’s the weirdest-looking 10/10 in the football game, and photographers eat him the fuck up

with a bunch of strange lighting and uneventful sponsored clothes he already brings on his inner lucky blue smith, holy mother of hair product they can make my giant baby look 35

even the way he just stands there is peak posing talent, he always tilts his hip to the right and hits the tyra banks, he came to be a statue

you can tell that people who stan this big ole asparagus all have cripplingly high expectations towards men and unfair beauty standards, a moment of silence for guys who are not kai havertz, when will they do notable slutty things every day like he does, when will they keep up, in their defence he was written by a woman i think (that’s arguably hard to achieve)

in that exact spirit he’s complemented ofc by lovely romantic curls and waves, contrasts well with his famously gaunt and bony face, love it when it’s longer and swept aside, very greek very heartthrob, i told you he’s unrealistic

he runs his hands through it every other second to indulge us, does he read our posts or what? log off tumblr kai practice your goal finish

he once had a straight hair phase back in the day and it was also very comely if not jawdropping, and don’t you say a bad word about his acne

the eyes are just amazing i’m aware, channelling some disney villain realness and then there’s kai’s doggo lmao, he is trying his best to paint himself as the most intense dog father ever like why, nobody’s gonna hurt your woofer smh

instantly recognizable long legs from a distance, kai stumbles across the lawn constantly. they do what they want faster than he can catch up, christ he’s talented

even at their most muscular they stay naturally slim, my man is very ectomorph, so streamlined mwah

since havi came to england from his former club leverkusen he did buff up a bit, his upper body is a lil different (also note the beautiful hands btw)

(more hand appreciation, they really are flawless)

his shoulder area is great too, the right balance of everything, a little geometry a little slope a little boyfriend vibes

and btw, geometrics: hey, chelsea. stop handing him these wild jersey prints. my head is spinning, kai’s already hypnotizing enough

and grant him more free time so he can indulge in his shaving fetish istg (...kai insists he hates having a beard on himself and his royal mood does turn more awry with every new grown millimeter — which is a problem since he gets a 5′o’clock shadow faster than his career took off, goddamnit havertz hormones)

that being said i bet his hair and aftershave smell so perfectly princely pristine like am i right or am i right, silky IS the right word, give this man a shaving commercial, come on gillette you cowards

...to sum things up. his face can’t be missed: everything’s flatter on the bone than the netherlands, his smile has these 3 fish-like wrinkles because he’s koi havertz our merman husband, touchable curly curls and browly brows, you almost never see the bottom row of his teeth, his suffering eyes are shaded like an anime swordsman on a vengeance streak, michelangelo went a little too feral when he put the chisel on kai’s cheekbones, aaand the fade up his nape and above his ears is so professionally done i’m about to faint from haircut bliss

razors and kai are best friends. spare my wig oh god why

he doesn’t have the same barber as chelsea’s goalie, but they look like brothers so watch out for major confusion, that’s mister ⭐️ kepa arrizabalaga revuelta ⭐️ for you right here, again for you to read it: ✨ arrizabalaga ✨

yes what a hot name, football twitter calls him kabi for short, i call him catty, or balenciaga, go on señor gato give us everything

mr revuelta is basically the 6’1 stubborn spanish version of kai with bigger gloves

kai’s hands are always cold so he wears gloves too, the man freezes as soon as the temperature drops below 25 celsius, he’s walking around like a bank robber, u just have to do a double take sometimes if it’s not kepi the cat ok

as a rule of thumb, kai is taller, like he would bang up his head standing inside kepa’s box lol

balenciaga’s cheekbones are deceptive and his frame is copy paste kai with slightly bigger tiddies i know, but kai’s silly ((( = u = ))) smile gives it away i think

ok now you know another sexy guy from chelsea and kai’s clone you’re very revuel-come

TL;DR — kai is ready for a milan runway, he’s very oddly sexy, kepa is the white gloves guy standing AT the goal and kai is the black gloves guy IN the goal because he crashed into the net for the nth time, i’m confident you can tell him apart on the pitch just look for a tall brunette with a knot in his legs

#PERSONALITY & PEOPLE

never let the royally stern expression trick you

kai is a raging enthusiast for rural life since early on. i know, adorable

you always find him somewhere squatting in a barn (he’s too tall for any ceiling) or outdoors. SOFT

donkeys are his thing, he’s big on animal rights (anti zoo, anti circus), he looks so beaten down if he can’t hug his donkeys daily, if someone calls them goats he’s rolling his eyes and goes off, this stuff is important to him he’ll protecc donkeys with his life thanks to him the whole fandom came to appreciate them

yes kai is ranty as hell once you set him off, he also cusses when he gets too excited and always ends up apologizing on twitter after winning something lmao

as a balancing opposite to being a swearing farmer he’s into the latest gaming technology, always scares the living hell out of himself when something unexpected happens

and guess who joins the gaming sesh and outdoor activities? oh yeah there’s a lady

kai’s childhood sweetheart and gf sophia weber. she’s not very much in the limelight or on social media but we do have some cute lq pictures of shy havi getting smooches 😌

been together for ages, very sweet couple, kai is always “my girlfriend my girlfriend my girlfriend my girlfriend my girlfriend” that’s right, i adore these two, we sometimes see some PDA at the big games ( ˘ ³˘)♥

sophia is all of us

i love it she’s so enjoying herself

what i want to say she is an exquisite lady who want to congratulate, but i don’t really have to tell her, she knows, the smile says it all 

not one doubt who’s the boss here let’s not beat around the bush

as far as we can tell by their updates kai is a very whimsical, cap-wearing but loving boyfriend and makes someone a very happy girl so we love to see it, she’s v proud of him like every german national team and chelsea fan so she’s our representative 🤗, his waist is free real estate i thoroughly approve

like isn’t miss soph lucky, and they are a little dog family 🐶😭

the man is a complete romantic he plays the piano and whatnot, superb hobbies what can i say 

meanwhile his raging hormones resulted in baby fever and spiralling dad instincts so kai has been out there collecting the most endearing big puppers left and right so he has something tiny to take care of

(granted, everything and everyone looks tiny next to him)

now ye know where the tongue goal celebration comes from he learned from the greatest

sometimes he’s a bouncy upbeat doggo himself, don’t let the pokerface and height misguide you

especially in the presence of a certain gentleman who is very important in kai’s biography

mister julian ‘bestie’ brandt (25), a north german footballer himself, very blonde very cute very sexy, a triple threat you’ll like him, yes he’s also in the dog squad

(brand means fire or arson in german. no wonder he’s so hot)

jules is kai’s former leverkusen co-player in the midfield hence their connection, they know each other they’re friends from work

these two bromance the living hell out of each other on ig, always did photoshoots together, kai was glued to julian, they partied with each other’s families they go on vacation together they did joint interviews and fanmeets and promos

the football world watched on and concluded: goals with ball — second priority. #bravertz goals — first priority (beaming grins, how we love that)

nowadays, bad news, they’re far apart bc career, julian became a yellow bumblebee at dortmund back in germany which is a big deal the club is a staple

they complain about missing each other all the time, even way before his departure to england kai’s smirk has been wiped from his face i worry a lot is he ok

maybe they meet again in the national team, under ideal circumstances they play together for the crosscontinental tournaments which the entire internet and football press loves, bravertz can inspire world peace they are a humanitarian institution come on let them play

so yeah talk about pokerface, i know i know the man might um radiate some slightly pink purple and blue particles through these cheekbones if you catch my drift, god bless him

fingers crossed for julian’s inclusion in the germany nt soon

and as far as blessings and humanitarian things go, anyway. kai auctioned off a hundred of his expensive ass boots to help german flood relief, you heard about what was going on, he raised lots of awareness

again don’t be fooled: his personality in interviews is basically one-liners, the english press thinks he doesn’t care about anything based on his exhausted face apparently

it’s true that kai’s pitch alter ego is a sickly victorian leg poser who’s had too much opium and an existential crisis after church, but with his friends he’s all giggles and we know he’s a snuggly boo, am very glad to see his benevolent koi smile shining down on us every time 🐟☀️

like. i mean. this bitch is a gemini. A GEMINI! his moon is in taurus, and he’s a slutty catholic. i like slutty catholic geminis with their moon in taurus, hence i like kai it’s simple, he has a lotta sides to him, a special charisma y’know

june 11, 1999. that just rolls off the tongue. he’s from aachen which is notoriously impossible to pronounce for non-natives so let’s just say he’s west german from a district that has a lot of medieval history, the architecture is as majestic as he is

yeah i’m also wondering. how on earth did a homoerotic westphalian farmer from the 8th century get reincarnated in such a strange and glamorous haute couture body i don’t understand it, how did that happen

gemini duality i guess, best of both worlds 👌

he’s young and old… beautiful and odd… progressive and countrified… sweet and grumpy… an absolute hoe and a moral institution… get yourself a dude who’s like men’s shampoo. 2 in 1

saint and sinner i’m telling you, miss sophie is my witness he can do both

wait. kai actually has his own men’s shampoo franchise i’m crying

anyhow, since he is so young and manifold, i’m glad that he has older players at chelsea and the national team to look up to, or um to look down to, he’s so huge bro, imagine having to work with him and all you see is this, it’s no wonder that our germany nt is waving the rainbow flag more aggressively these days, kai is level 10 crushcore

in the national team he’s taller than our goalkeeper (wannabe boxer manuel neuer, right) and our buffest midfielder (mister world leon goretzka, middle) RIP, especially to kai’s back

everybody looks like he is their grumpy supermodel nanny i swear

my man really has to grow into that role please go easy on him he’s more of a moody teenager than a leader, he can only glare so much from the bench like a renaissance painting

gladly enough kai’s brain is impeccably devoid of anything at all, how else could he handle that level of fame and football capitalism, like if you ever heard him speak it’s basically the sloth in zootopia talking about family and home life, on the pitch he’s just there to speed around and be stunning so thank you for your service my prince

#STOWY

so a little bit on his story, not too many endless numbers and data but rather a cute childhood pic first, he still bites down his lip that way nothing has changed

havi has come a long way

for a dude this illegally handsome, his parents sure do work for the german law, we don’t know much about them but his dad is/was a police officer and his mom an attorney

they didn’t do anything to stop and arrest him i guess. and frankly nobody’s mad. kai can be as criminally sexy as he wants when he wants where he wants he’s the prom king made in bayer 04 leverkusen my friends, for ten whole years

the interesting thing is: kai’s father ralf was actually a footballer much like kai’s granddad but had to quit since it didn’t bring in any money, look at them now at the european championships

safe to say they don’t have that problem anymore. i’m not joking with you twinkus maximus is worth a 100 (!) million

yeah us havies stan an unaffordable man. if i want him at my own hypothetical football club, i can maybe buy a small corner of a donkey barn and try to lure him with that so he comes for free. but y’know. his happy face is priceless that matters the most don’t forget that

chelsea on the other hand, madmen they are, really paid that fucking sum for him to break up with julian, leave germany, and take the next step, now he’s an english superstar; london and twitter adore him

recently his performance isn’t always top-notch usually resulting in a wave of sighs, oh well, people forget he got fucked up by having corona in 2020, and julian is nowhere to be seen in england, the guy’s happy pill is absent, but kai scores when it’s important as we know, the trophies don’t lie

recently the other chelsea attack stars got struck with injury so now he can show what he got and the goals are settling in one by one, he remains a wizard 

havi’s manager is a fellow german, the hopelessly crazed intelligence monster thomas tuchel, who somehow uses his shoes to hex his enemies & manages to accidentally create beef with any higher executives or big players every time, but i’d be damned if i wouldn’t say he recognizes quality and is passionate, his eyes are the keenest he analyzes it all

each premier league coach is completely gung-ho this is a fair warning, tuchi is not even close to an exception he’s the belly of the beast

thomas’ eyes and ears are very round that’s how you recognize him, i don’t know how else to describe this man. it’s like. he’s thinking about the ball so much, he became the ball. why are his ears so perfectly round

mind you a whole bucket of credit is due here, tuchi is a tactics and team building genius who sets very strict rules the german way so that’s exactly what kai needs he’s a whole ass bottom remember

it’s reassuring to know that they don’t have a language barrier because hav’s english skills are notoriously picasso-esque and 80% nasty words he picked up on the pitch (my man got so corrupted on the island 😭) and thomas is a true spiralling virgo weirdo who has to translate his english from the bavario-swabian linguistic complexities in his head. imagine the chaos

for those worrying that you have to learn german to understand kai: he talks in singular quips and chuckles, tweets in english, also in like four words or two unrelated emojis each, gemini again

…and half of football tumblr is both translating and clowning his every move. don’t fret my footie frens, you will know what he’s up to. and as with all footballers it’s the body that talks the most

and oh boy is kai talkative in that regard, body ody ody language

the havies can read his mood from the angle of his eyebrows by the millimeter, he is blatantly obvious and rejects being trained in PR i suspect, kai being unfiltered is v important to me and every football tumblr meme blog

for instance when he kaispreads on the bench he wants to be comforted and his disappointment is immeasurable that’s one rule

when he’s dragging himself across the pitch going >:| he is dire need of a particular huggy style. if he can’t bury his face in the crook of someone’s neck kai’s yearning turns into brooding turns into frowning turns into 24/7 emo grumbling. so please. give him hugs.

and when he goes *%&§#*+=?%&!! and his tongue is so far out it’s touching his toes he’s happy and carefree and trolling the press, get nasty kai 🤘👅

don’t you know that bottoms keysmash. he does that when he speaks. um kai this is not a text message it’s a real conversation

...you can tell we’ll hear a lot from him in the future

#TECH

and now the last segment: skills. but talking about football tactics and technique in text form is literally so dull though, let’s make it horny like the man himself

okay so you wanna experience what this pricey eyebrows bottom can do

if you see a constantly bent-over guy or a really tall person blocking people with his back on the field like a little spoon, that’s him at work. sometimes he squats down with his ass right in the camera

just peg him already

if u don’t believe me that he’s a little spoon ask sophia smh

he’s always running around in complicated swirls on the pitch, resembles his hair pretty much

kai kind of reminds me of a stork in his style of play, i mean it in the best of ways 

also. with all that tongue stuff it’s only logical kai’s head game is pure fire, he’s working with his height ugh he jumps so damn high

but then again. in front of the goal he suddenly becomes the most patient person on the planet?? like he starts doing little tricks when the area is empty and he could just put the ball in?? he’s literally waiting?? tf why is he like ok uwu time for some on-pitch orgasm denial?? wow, and how

JUST SHOOT ALREADY, SHOOT

the whole penalty area could be on fire and he is there… chilling with the ball… dribbling it left to right… channelling his inner donkey energy…

i think he just wants to have people yell at him what to do

yea the finish is a bit— you know, embellished 

(which includes almost busting his princely nose bridge by tumbling over the defense, kai please take care of your face the world depends on it)

#klutzykai

he’s also known for going completely overboard in one-on-one once provoked, his revenge tackles are more english than the english players, zero nuance detected, he has no idea how to be aggressive properly, also he’s throwing his co-players around like tomorrow never comes, cool down lukas nobody wants to celebrate goals with you anymore

you’re not a west london thug and you’re not built like mister romelu lukaku, kai please for the love of god when people test you stay classy

(^lukaku, also plays at chelly like kai, he’s five times as broad compared to our asparagus)

same thing when germany plays: the whole nation watches with horror as kai bodychecks another midfielder and then proceeds to axe some defenders he hates

he’s too skinny for it anyway but my man is officially disqualified from being a himbo he’s a rude one, but i think he’s targeting biphobes so i’m okay with it as long as he doesn’t collect red cards

i mean maybe he could need a little help from a friend. i think a lot of people are jealous of his vibes and prompt him, there’s a lotta ppl who wanna break these legs it seems

he’s had a player spit on him on the pitch in 2019, like wtf, so it’s understandable why he wants to send some don’t fuck with me signals, the referee is very busy with the guys around him i hate it here

dudes straight up wanna fight kai for existing. this madrid boomer nacho fernandez was wilding out on him at the champion’s league semifinal this year to the point where one of the chelsea veteran defenders had to free kai from his misery down there

mister césar azpilicueta you hereby receive the kai protection award from yours truly 

and @ nacho stop bullying the prince of germany and discriminating against bottoms

kai’s noodly looks and legs are not his fault. touch him again and 80 million germans lead by julian brandt are ready to break your nacho nuts i’m maD

we’re about to end nacho’s career faster than kepa kitty can kill a penalty

i am reassured to know that timo werner is also playing at the chels, he’s a bitchy german striker with the good hair and a confusing smile so kai has someone similar to talk to, lmao these two 

….although maybe some TLC would also be very nice for kai he’s just a very tall dog owner who’s very touch- and donkey-deprived, he’s kinda exhausting himself on the pitch without his cuddle battery being loaded

he’s great to watch regardless, the made in lermany (leverkusen + germany)  quality is undeniable, he’s so glam he’s got mentality he is the moment, look at my spaghetti spouse

his style is leggy it’s convoluted and relies on bending over way too damn much = all in all every reason for tops around the world to switch on the latest german national team circus performance

or another dramatic chelly game at stamford bridge or wherever else they’re implementing tuchel’s tormentation tactics

watching kai is like he’s playing effortless piano with his feet

i can understand why he is so damn expensive

the lovely legs cannot be fathomed by someone who never saw kai wind and little spoon himself through a wall of defense… chef’s kiss

so that’s it on kai havats, hope you enjoyed the wild ride, hope you support my gen z husband or at least liked the leg pics

and chellies: we gang up on nacho and the guy who spit on kai next friday at 5 pm behind stan-ford bwidge, tuchi just rage texted me he’s joining with his shoe

we’re waiting for u nacho <3

🌸 in the meantime 🌸

i wish kai a very champion of europe and i hope all your donkey farm dreams come true, thank you for blessing us with your saintishly sinful handsomeness, our curly prince beloved, our 2-in-1 men’s shampoo, the only cheek gills gemini we can accept, i love you twinkus maximus you’re one of a kind 🐟💙

[beardedmrbean]

Three University of Virginia star football players have been identified as the victims allegedly killed by a fellow student and former college football player in a mass shooting on the campus.

Linebacker D’Sean Perry, 22; Lavel Davis Jr, and Devin Chandler died on Sunday night when suspected gunman Christopher Darnell Jones allegedly opened fire around a parking garage on the university’s main campus along Culbreth Road in Charlottesville.

On Monday, Davis’s father Lavel Davis Sr wrote, “Lord please help me,” on Facebook, the Richmond Times-Dispatch reported. Davis, who was 6’7” tall, ranked No 2 in the nation and No 1 in the Atlantic Coast Conference for average yards per reception after the 2020 football season, the Associated Press reported.

He had returned to the field this year after suffering an injury in 2021. He was on a watch list for 2022 Comeback Player of the Year, per the AP.

Perry’s grieving father Sean Perry also confirmed his son’s death to the Richmond Times-Dispatch and said that he and the victim’s mother Happy were flying from their hometown of Miami to Virginia.

Perry, who was 6’3” tall and weighed 230 pounds, was a linebacker and defensive end for the Virginia Cavaliers football team – the same University of Virginia team that Mr Jones made the roster for back in 2018.

The 22-year-old football star played just hours before his death, when his team took on Pittsburgh on Saturday.

According to a profile on the Virginia Cavalliers website, Perry previously played linebacker, defensive line and tight end at Gulliver Prep and was named the South Florida Conference’s 2018 Defensive Player of the Year.

He also made the Team USA under-19s team and appeared in the International Bowl in Dallas, Texas.

After graduating high school, he majored in studio art at the University of Virginia.

Head football coach Tony Elliott said early Monday afternoon that the victims “were all good kids” and he would speak about them when the time is right.

Sean Lampkin, an assistant football coach at Newberry College, confirmed that his cousin Davis was also killed in the shooting.

He paid tribute to the wide receiver as “one of his most kind, humble, loving soldiers” and said that his family is “devastated” by the news.

“Saddening, saddening news this morning. God took one of his most kind, humble, loving soldiers off of the battlefield last night. Please pray for my family as we are devastated by the passing my cousin Lavel Davis Jr. Love and already miss you, kid,” he tweeted.

As a talented wide receiver, Davis was added to the 2022 Comeback Player of the Year Watch List just last month.

Jack Hamilton, a professor at UVA, said on Twitter that both Chandler and Davis were in his class and remembered the students as “wonderful people.”

“[D]evin was new to UVA last spring (he was a transfer student) and I had him in a large lecture class. he nevertheless made a point to come to my office hours repeatedly, often just to ask questions about how things worked around uva,” Mr Hamilton tweeted about Chandler.

“Later I helped him declare his American studies major, which he was really excited about. he was an unbelievably nice person, always a huge smile, really gregarious and funny. one of those people who’s just impossible not to like. It is so sad and enraging that he is gone.”

Mr Hamilton also said about Davis: “One thing that struck me about vel was how much his classmates liked him and vice versa. in my experience star athletes often tend to hang out with other athletes (understandable, given the time commitment) but vel seemed to go out of his way to make friends with non-athletes

Originally from Dorchester, South Carolina, Davis played wide receiver and safety at Woodland High School before he was selected to play in South Carolina’s North-South all-star game.

The two victims wounded in the mass shooting are yet to be publicly identified.

It is not clear if the victims knew their alleged killer or if the shooting rampage was targeted or carried out at random.

UVA Police Chief Timothy Longo revealed on Monday that a UVA multidisciplinary threat assessment team launched an investigation after receiving reports that Mr Jones made comments about owning a gun to an individual unaffiliated with the university.

Mr Longo said that Mr Jones had not made threats at the time, but simply mentioned he had a firearm.

“Because I want to be transparent with you, I want you to know … Mr Jones came to the attention of the University of Virginia’s threat assessment team in the fall of 2022,” Mr Longo said. “They received information that Mr Jones had made a comment about possessing a gun to a person that was unaffiliated with the university.”

It is unclear how the investigation unfolded, but Mr Longo said that the individual in question and Mr Jones’ roommate, who did not see the gun, were questioned. Mr Longo also mentioned that Mr Jones had been investigated in connection to an alleged hazing incident but the inquiry fell apart after witnesses did not come forward with information.

The team learned that Mr Jones had violated protocol by not informing the university about a criminal incident in February 2021 in which he had been involved. The criminal investigation took place outside of Charlottesville and was in relation to a concealed weapon violation, NBC reported.

An hours-long manhunt took place for Mr Jones, a 22-year-old student and former football player for the college, before his arrest was announced just before 11am on Monday.

He was last seen wearing a burgundy jacket, blue jeans and red shoes and was thought to have been driving a black SUV with the licence plate TWX3580, police said.

A campus-wide lockdown was lifted on Monday morning after students had been told to shelter in place and warned not to approach the “armed and dangerous” suspect.

Multiple law enforcement agencies were drafted in for the search, with a Virginia State Police helicopter circling the area and classes cancelled for Monday across the university.

University of Virginia Police tweeted on Monday morning that law enforcement teams were carrying out a “complete search on and around UVA grounds”.

The shooting unfolded at around 10.30pm on Sunday at the parking garage before Mr Jones allegedly went on the run.

Three victims were killed while another two were wounded and taken to hospital for treatment, with their conditions unclear at this time.

Sophomore student Em Gunter told the Times-Dispatch that she was watching a lecture in her dorm room when she heard six gunshots ring out at around 10.15pm.

The 19-year-old lives in the International Residential College, located across from Culbreth Road where the shooting took place.

She quickly messaged the other 350 students in her dorm building warning them to stay inside and hunkered down with her friends in her room.

“I just have no words. This is insane,” she said.

Ms Gunter told the paper that she used to live in Southwest Virginia which was the site of the 2007 Virginia Tech mass shooting.

According to a profile for Mr Jones on the Virginia Cavaliers website – the University of Virginia’s football team – he was on the team roster in 2018 but did not appear in any games that year.

The bio lists the 22-year-old’s numerous accolades and honours during high school.

He was described as a played linebacker and running back at Petersburg High School who “earned honorable mention all-conference honors as a senior”.

He spent his first three years of high school at Varina High School “where he earned honorable mention all-conference as a freshman and second-team accolades as a sophomore and junior”, the bio says.

Mr Jones was a “member of the National Honor Society … National Technical Honor Society … president of Key Club … president of Jobs for Virginia Grads Program … named Student of the Year as a freshman and sophomore at Varina … son of Margo Ellis and Christopher Jones, Sr. … has three siblings, Eliza, Darrius and Varian,” the bio reads.

The 22-year-old was previously hailed as something of a success story after overcoming something of a troubled childhood to become a model student.

One of four siblings, he grew up in housing complexes in Richmond, according to a 2018 Times-Dispatch story.

Mr Jones’ father abandoned the family when he was a boy and he reportedly got into trouble at school for fighting.

But, the “smart and quiet” student appeared to turn things around, playing football and graduating from Petersburg in 2018.

As news spread of the campus shooting, Virginia Governor Glenn Youngkin released a statement saying he was “praying” for the university community.

“Suzanne and I are praying for the UVA community. Virginia State Police is fully coordinating with UVA police department and local authorities,” he tweeted on Monday.

“Please shelter in place while the authorities work to locate the suspect.

[leafs-lover]

We could be friends

A/N: This is a requested piece for Matthew Tkachuck. I struggled a bit, changing the intro a few times so I hope it flows well. 

Summary: A few months after a breakup you go out with some of the Flames players for a couple drinks. You end up having a wild night with Matthew Tkachuk after you both admit  to wanting this for a while.

Warnings: Drinking, swearing, mentions of cheating, smut, oral sex (male and female receiving), maybe something else?

Word Count: 6400

“Hanifin" you call out “you’re getting mic'd up tonight.” 

He smiles while nodding to you and continues down the hall. You work for the flames as a member of the social media team, have for the past 4 and a half months. You don’t really know a lot of the players on a personal level, most of them make casual small talk with you. 

Your interactions are kept relatively short, especially on game days. Players have a ritual, and you don’t want to intrude on their process. Beyond that you help with coordinating the media for team events, whether they are charity events or ones organized by the PR. During some of those events you get the opportunity to mingle a bit with the players, but as you are still at work you keep it professional.

After the game you are in the locker room unclipping the mic from Noah. Some players are conducting interviews while others have wandered off for a postgame treatment.  

“You coming tonight?”  

You aren’t sure if he is talking to you, even half full the room is buzzing; the boys are coming off a big win. You look up at the 6’3” defenseman who is easily 2 inches taller on his skates; he took his jersey off but waiting for the mic to come off to remove his chest protector before continuing. His light blue eyes stare down at you as he waits your response. 

“Coming where?” you ask turning the mic off. 

“A few of us were going to grab some drinks. Didn’t know if you were joining us” he explains. 

“Nah (Y/N) doesn’t come out. I’ve tried as few times but she always scurries home to her boyfriend” Tkachuk jokes coming to his stall beside Noah’s. 

Another reason why you don’t have any real relationships with the players is Mark. You have been dating for a while, and he is insecure about the fact that you work around all men, attractive men. If you spent some time outside the hockey rink you likely would have some knowledge on the boys besides their ridiculous nicknames for each other.

You haven’t wanted to cause any ripples so you never ventured out with the team. And honestly you weren’t too upset about it, after working a long day you enjoyed coming home and curling up in bed with Mark. But that all changed when you came home from the road trip a few weeks ago and found him in bed with Sarah, someone you thought was your good friend.

You shoot Matt a glance and turn back to Noah “you know I think I might come tonight” you say, turning around and walking away out of the locker room.

2 hours later you are sitting at the booth with a couple players. You quickly ran home after the game and touched up your makeup and changed into a pair of skinny jeans and your black long sleeve turtle neck. The bar is slightly casual but you don’t want to be under dressed so you throw on a pair of short heeled booties and a simple gold chain to dress it up.

A few of the older players and their significant others recently left as the time is encroaching on midnight. Some of the other players are scattered around the bar, you see Matt by the bar talking to a red head who is wearing a dress that is way too tight, and should likely have more fabric given the cool Calgary temperatures. She is laughing at one of his jokes, her hand lightly touching his forearm.

“He’s always like this” Noah says from across the table. “Makes a big deal about getting us out, team bonding and crap then wanders off never to be seen again.” You laugh hearing him say this and Noah gets up to go to the bathroom. You look down at your drink and see its basically melted ice at this point and get up heading to the bar.

As you wait for the bartender’s attention you feel a body brush up against you, you glace out the side of your eye and see light brown hair and immediately knowing who is there. The bartender walks over and you order another drink and Noah does too.

“So Matt said you have a boyfriend” he asks, you can tell he is just making small talk and doesn’t really know what to lead with.

“Uh we broke up” you respond.

“Oh, sorry to hear that.”

“Don’t be, he was a crappy boyfriend I just wish I saw it sooner” before you have a chance to continue talking and change the subject a body presses  between the two of you throwing an arm over both your shoulders.

“I can’t believe we finally get you out, and you decide to drink that garbage. I know you didn’t drink a lot but come on, 15 year olds drink that. Thought you would have acquired some tolerance by now” Matt says mocking your safe beer choice. “No hard liquor, and you went for a light beer too.”

Without responding you flag the bartender down who walks up to you “can I get four tequila shots?”

You turn your attention back to Matt “I like the taste of beer. But I went to school for communication I learned how to handle my alcohol” you say throwing back one of the tequila shots with ease.

“No salt or lime?” Noah asks watching you.

“Don’t need training wheels” you reply handing each of the boys a shot.

“Nah I’m good. I learned a while ago not to drink that poison. Have fun” he jokes setting his shot down and walking away.

“Guess you have to take two” you say as Matt shifts more of his weight to you, his hand sliding down to your mid back. You look around him to the red head that is shooting you daggers as she watches her hard work begin to unravel. You chuckle slightly because you know you won’t be going home with Matt tonight, given the choice he would obviously take home the red head.

Matt throws the first shot back, making a face as it burns going down his throat. He sets the empty glass on the bar before pulling your face close to his mouth so he doesn’t have to yell over the music.

“Maybe you should give me the passcode for your phone. That way when you start puking in the bathroom I can call your boyfriend to come get you” he jokes taking a sip of his whiskey.

“I’ll be fine, besides your little friend won’t take too kindly to me handing you my phone. She already looks like she is going to kill me just for talking to you.” You pass him the second shot and you both cheers before throwing it back, feeling the liquid slide down your throat. Matt gently squeezes your waist, likely an involuntary response to the burning from the tequila.

“I’m not too worried about her” he says placing the glass on the counter and sliding his hand further down your back, his pinky an inch above your jeans. You begin to feel a fire ignite in your core, a feeling you haven’t felt in a while. You play it off as the tequila playing games on you, you’re reading into this. There is no way Matt is flirting with you, he likely hasn’t even noticed where his hand is resting.

“So is your boy out of town or something?” he asks. You shoot him a questioning glance “you never come out, figured if you are it’s because he is away and won’t know” he continues. You flag down the bartender and motion for three more shots.

You don’t answer instead you turn your body slightly to face the bar, but stick your ass out a bit. You immediately throw one of the shots back, wincing slightly at the burn. You feel Matt’s hand slide off your back before you speak “no he is in town I think.”

“You think?” he asks sliding up beside you, leaning on his arm against the bar.

“Well I stopped caring what he was doing or where he was going when we broke up” you explain looking up at his dirty blonde curls.

“Oh sorry to hear that” he says smirking.

“No you’re not” you laugh back at him.

“Yeah, break ups suck. If you need anything, I mean I know we don’t know each other that well…”

“I’ve been doing alright, and these tequila I put on your tab have also helped” you smile at him inching closer to him. “But it happened like almost 2 months ago, so I’m actually pretty good.

“Two months, how did you keep it a secret?”

“Well it happened right before Christmas, and after the break there was the road trip but I didn’t go on it. And then it was all-star break. Haven’t actually worked a lot, and we aren’t really that good of friends. I didn’t consider you a top priority in informing of my personal life” you explain taking another shot.

Matt stands at the bar, holding the shot in his hand. He sways it in his hands staring at you for a minute. “Maybe we can change that” he says taking the shot, placing the glass upside down on the bar.

“Change what?” you ask.

“Us not being friends, we could be friends” he says moving closer, his thigh pressing against you. You roll your eyes at him “why can’t we be friends? We can go shopping, grab lunch. Send some text messages, maybe see a movie every now and then” his mouth is inches from your ear. You feel your knees get weak, wetness pooling in your core as you breathe in his cologne.

“Matty” you hear someone calls from behind you. Matt steps away from you and turns his attention to the voice, you look over your shoulder even though you know who is there. Up close you notice how her boobs are practically popping from her dress, and she likely spent hours doing her hair and makeup.

“Yeah” he replies slightly annoyed.

She walks up to him and is practically pressed against you, pushing you out of the way trying to capture his attention.

“Want to do a shot?” she asks coyly.

“You know I think I’m good, we’ve already done a couple” he says eyeing over to you. The red head follows his gaze, shooting you a scowl.

“Well I think we we’re thinking of heading to another bar soon anyways. This place is getting kind of boring.”

“Oh well have fun” he says to her. You immediately see anger bubble in her face, you turn away so she doesn’t see you laugh.

“You don’t want to come?” she whines.

“No I think I’m going to stay and chat with my good friend (Y/N). You have a good night.” He turns his back to her and you hear her huff out a breath of air as her heels click away. Matt looks at you and see’s the large grin on your face and he shakes his head.

“I don’t know what was better. That little interaction or you calling me your good friend.” “We could be good friends, she doesn’t know” he retorts putting his elbows on the bar beside you. “So tell me friend why did you and your boyfriend break up?”

Your eyes narrow slightly as you stare at him “good friends know about each other’s relationships. Like as my good friend you know I am single.”

He stops talking waiting for your response “he slept with my good friend Sarah. Part of the reason I’m not looking for any more good friends at the moment” you reply.

“Well as your good friend I promise to not sleep with any guys you date” he says smiling.

“What if I date a girl?” you ask.

“I promise I won’t sleep with anyone you date, man or woman. No real friend would do that” he takes a slow sip of his whiskey. “You date woman too?” he asks.

“I have, yes” you take a sip. “As my friend do you have a problem with that?”

“Oh the contrary. As your friend I just want you to be happy.” You shake your head at him and chuckle “you sure you’re okay though being cheated on sucks.”

You stare up into his eyes and see concern and  sincerity looking back at you, making you think maybe he has some experience with this. You were going to make some smart ass comment about what girl broke his heart but you feel maybe this isn’t something he wants to joke about.

“We were together just under two years but since we broke up I realized how much of myself I lost. Before him I had a lot of friends, guys and girls; but early on we got in some fights on about him being uncomfortable with me hanging out with my guy friends. He thought I wanted to sleep with some of them and I would cheat which is so ironic now” you take a slow sip of your beer before continuing. “I just didn’t want to cause problems with him, found it easier to just not see them to avoid a fight. I mean I shouldn’t have given up my friends, but I saw some of them at the holidays. I’m thankful all of my old friends, guys and girls, were willing to let me back in. But I haven’t been this happy in a while” you say smiling.

“Well that’s good, if you’re happy then I’m happy for you friend” he says playfully nudging you.

“Okay good friend, tell me some things you know about me” you joke.

He stares at you for a second “if we’re good friends you should know basic stuff like my birthday, where I’m from, favourite colour. I don’t know how we can be friends if all we know is the other person is single” you say smiling.

Matt’s eyes narrow, you can see the wheels turning in his brain as he takes a sip. He sets the empty glass on the bar, taking a deep breath. “Your favourite colour is (Y/F/C); you grew up in Calgary. You like tea instead of coffee, you love the show Friends, made obvious by your Friends mug and t-shirt you have rocked at the arena. You have a major sweet tooth, but not a big fan of salty, and prefer white to red wine.” He continues to ramble on a few more facts about you before you finally cut him off “how do you know all this?”

“You caught my attention on day one, but there is still lots I don’t know.”

You turn your head to him slightly “like what?” you ask him taking a sip.

He steps closer, his thigh pressing to the back of your legs “what it takes to make your toes curl. What it sounds like when you moan.”

You choke on your drink and start coughing as you try and capture your breath. “What?” you croak out.

You feel his hand return onto the small of your back, his pinky slides through your belt loop. You take a gulp as he grins, his mouth inches from your ear. “I have thought about this since the first day I saw you, what you look like under that shirt. What you taste like, what you feel like” he stops as a shiver runs down your spine.

His hand slips slightly further down, resting above your ass. “Tell me you haven’t thought of this and I will walk away right now, act as this never happened.”

You consider his words, and remember the first time you met him. The first time you saw him was in the locker room, he was in jeans and a tight black t-shirt.

“”This is the boys locker room” Sarah says opening the door. You walk in and see the back of a man who is standing at his locker, he has on a simple outfit with a backwards baseball cap. You can see his blond curls sticking out the sides of his hat, he hears people enter and quickly turns around.

“Oh sorry Matt I didn’t think anyone was in yet” Sarah explains as your eyes lock on his.

“Oh no worries I got her early to get my things set up. I don’t think anyone is supposed to be here for another hour” he explains smiling taking a few steps towards you.

“This is (Y/N), she is starting with social media and team engagement. I’m just giving her a tour of the building.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Matt” he says sticking his hand out which you accept smiling back at him. You know who he is, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a crush on him. Being a Flames fan your whole life you knew who the players were, but watching him on the ice the last couple years you developed a middle school crush on him. He skated around the rink with such ease and he seemed like someone who is fun to be around, someone who can make you laugh all the time.

Feeling his hand on yours, the same hands that you watch get in fights,  makes you begin to wonder what else they can do. You imagine what his body would look like under his shirt, your juices running down his chin. You get lost in his eyes, and don’t realize you still are holding his hand until Sarah calls you to continue the tour. You shake your head and immediately release his hand, your cheeks going red.

Matt smirks at you, running his thumb on his chin “look forward to working with you” he calls out as you turn to hide your embarrassment.

Matt is still staring at you, a sideways smirk on his face waiting for you to respond. You quickly turn your head away and whisper a soft no.

“Really? The redness on your cheek says otherwise. It tells me I am right, you have thought of this” he says shooting you a devilish grin. His mouth is now inches from your ear “tell me when your home alone, lying in bed. And you slip your fingers, actually you probably have a vibrator or two”

“Or three” you whisper softly. Matt heard you because he groans before he continues “so when you turn on your vibrator and slide it in, what do you think of? What gets you going? When you fucked your ex whose face did you picture when you would cum?” he gives your ass a light squeeze, as you feel his warm breath on your neck. You are practically dripping at his words, but you wait knowing he isn’t done “I’ll be honest, I’ve thought of you over the past few months. We’ve had some great times in my mind.”

“So tell me, have you had to bite your lip from screaming my name?”

“No” you reply lightly knowing that isn’t the answer he is looking for. You feel him tense up but before he moves away, you continue “I didn’t have to, because Mark never made me…he never…” you pause for  a minute, flustered and unsure of why you are telling him this.

“He never made you cum?” Matt growls in your ear and you just shake your head in response. You turn your head to look at him “if you let me I’ll make up for the shitty sex and-“ unsure what has come over you, you lean forward attaching your lips to his. His one hand firmly grips your ass while his other slides up to cup your face, your mouth opens allowing him more room.

You turn around in his arms, sliding your hand up to grab his bicep as your tongues dance in each other’s mouths. You feel a body nudge into you slightly and you suddenly become very aware you are making out with someone in the middle of the bar. You pull away gasping for air and whisper against his lips “take me home.”

Matt doesn’t respond instead he throws some bills on the bar quickly and pulls you out the door. You don’t even have time to zip up your coat on before he is opening the cab door and pushing you in. You slide across to the far seat and Matt crawls in sitting beside you. You smirk at him as you lean against the corner of the seat and door.

Matt tells the driver his address as the meter starts “there is a $50 tip if you keep your eyes on the road” he says, eyes dark with lust. Before you can respond he crawls over to you and slides his tongue back in your mouth, his hand slides up and down your stomach. This kiss is fast and passionate similar to the one in the bar, his hand slides under the fabric of the shirt and you pull away.

Your eyes go wide and Matt is smirking down at you. You shoot your eyes to the taxi driver “what if he looks” you whisper to him. Matt just smirks and sits up in the middle seat, pulling you to his lap.

“Can’t see anything now” he whispers before sucking on your neck. His hands are on your ass but are hidden from the driver thanks to your long coat. You rock your hips against him, feeling the outline of his bulge.

“Careful baby” he warns against your neck. You bite your lip as Matt begins nipping on your neck, you rock your hips more, getting closer to ensure Matt can feel it through the jeans.

“Last warning” he hums in your ear sucking on your ear lobe. This doesn’t stop you, in fact it encourages you to keep going. Matt’s hands come around to the front of your jeans and quickly undo the button and zipper. He brings his lips up to yours and starts kissing you, when you feel him shove his hand inside.

He pushes your soaked underwear to the side and thrusts two fingers inside of you. You pull back and take a gasp of air “I warned you babygirl” he chuckles as his fingers begin to move inside of you. You burry your head into the crook of his neck as he continues to pump his fingers inside of you “can’t wait until we get home” he whispers. His thumb begins to press circles on your clit as his other hand massages your breast.

“Can’t wait until I get to hear you scream” he sucks on your neck increasing the pace of his fingers. You feel your orgasm quickly approaching, maybe because it’s been so long since another person has given you one, or it’s the tequila shots. Or it’s the fact that you’re in public with a stranger mere feet from you, something you never imagined yourself doing. Maybe it’s a combination but all you know is your orgasm is seconds away.

“Matt please” you whisper likely a little too loud.

He instead kisses your jaw “you gonna cum” he whispers. Unable to respond you nod and his fingers increase their pace. You grip Matt’s waist and bite his shoulder to try and supress your moans as he pumps you through it. You feel your walls spasm as liquid spills out coating his fingers, when you finish you rest your forehead on his shoulder and take a deep breath.

You feel his hand come out of your jeans as he gives your ass one final squeeze “we’re here.”

You look around and realize you were unaware the taxi had stopped, and you don’t even know how long you have been stopped. You roll off Matt as he pulls a $100 out of his wallet for the $20 fare. You jump out of the taxi, Matt quickly behind you. You stop on the sidewalk and attempt to do up your pants as his hands wrap around you “don’t bother, they’ll be on my floor in 2 minutes.”

Before you can react he pulls you inside to the elevator. You pull your coat in front of you, so nobody would know as you feel your cheeks flush. The doors ding close and Matt walks over standing in front of you. He gently lifts your head up to look at him “you okay?” he gently asks. ”We don’t have to do anything. I have a spare room, I can drive you home in the morning. Whatever you’re comfortable with, if it’s too soon since –“

“No it’s not that, I just can’t believe I did that. I let you finger me in a taxi, I had an orgasm and he was less than a foot away, I just can’t believe-“

“Hey” Matt says lightly kissing your forehead “first of all it was super-hot; like super-hot. I have never done anything like that before but fuck that was incredible. Two he received a very generous tip, and he could have kicked us out at any point. Besides I doubt he heard anything, you bit me pretty hard; I don’t think any sounds came out.”

You smile up at him, feeling more at ease so you lean in and kiss him. “It was a heat of the moment, next time I promise to wait until were in my apartment; assuming you want a next time.”

“At least a room with a lock on the door” you joke kissing him before the elevator dings for his floor.

“Deal” he says taking your hand and leading you down the hall. He unlocks the door and helps you out of your coat. You unzip your boots as Matt looks at you “want a drink or anything?”

You just smile and shake your head, walking towards him closing the gap between you. You jump up into his arms, he catches you with ease as he chuckles. You look into his eyes, fingers running through his curls “I want to see your bed” you say attaching your mouth to his neck.

Matt grans and carries you down the hall, stopping for a minute to turn on the bedroom light then he drops you on the bed. He grabs your ankles and pulls your jeans off your legs. A devilish grin spreads on his face before he crawls onto the bed and opens your legs. He smiles seeing the wetness in your underwear, as he hooks a finger into them pulling them down your legs.

He lies down on the bed, placing your legs over his shoulders and begins to lick some of the juices that remain from the taxi ride. “Fuck” he mumbles licking you clean “better than I imagined.” His mouth begins places kisses on your pussy, causing your legs to squirm slightly. His tongue slides inside your walls and begins to lick the inside of you.

His tongue begins flicking the inside of your pussy, your back arches off the mattress while Matt chuckles below you. He throws an arm over your waist pinning you to the bed. Your hands slide down to his hair, firmly tangling in them as his tongue continues exploring inside you.

His tongue becomes more intense pressing inside of you; he licks circles on your clit, your legs tightening around his head. You try to grind your hips, searching for more friction but he has you pinned down and laughs at your attempts.

“Keep it up and I’ll tie you to the bed” he growls before diving back in. He begins to suck on your clit for a minute before switching it with his thumb. He begins pressing circles on you as his tongue slides back inside.

Your moans become louder as your second high approaches. Your body tenses and you jolt slightly before your pussy spasms, warm liquid spills out as Matt continues to fuck you with his tongue. Matt slows his tongue as you finish, he pulls away looking up at you; your juices covering his mouth and chin.

Matt puts your legs back on the bed, and sits on his heels pulling his shirt off, exposing his hard chiseled chest.  You take him in, trying to catch your breath as he pulls his jeans off leaving him in his boxers. You can see his obvious bulge, straining the fabric waiting to be released. Matt leans down engaging you in a kiss, you can taste yourself on him, as your hands wander his bare back.

His hand slides under your shirt and pulls it over your head exposing your breasts. He leans down placing soft kisses on your stomach while his hand slips behind you undoing your clasp leaving you naked.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous” he says attaching his mouth to your breast and swirls his tongue around your nipple. You bring your hands down to the elastic of his boxer, and start to push them down his thighs, Matt helps and throws them on the floor.

You feel him line his cock up with your entrance, his tip grazing your folds. His mouth alternates sucking and nipping your neck and collarbone as he leans over to reach in the bedside table to pull out a condom. He pulls away when you reach up and grab the wrapper, placing it on the table. Matt looks confused as he stares down at you, but you have to have him in your mouth first so you push him on his back and straddle him.

You rock your hips over his hard dick a couple times before sliding down his thighs, your index finger runs down his abs to his treasure line. Finally you look down at Matt and your jaw drops a blush coming over your cheeks. Matt is average or maybe slightly longer than average but he is thick, you can tell he will destroy you, but that’s a problem for later.

You drop your head down and lick up his shaft, placing a kiss on his tip. Matt moans under you as you bring a hand and lift his cock sliding it in your mouth, gagging slightly as you taste his salty precum. You swirl your tongue around the tip as you bob on him, eventually taking him all in.

As he hits the back of your throat you gag again but keep going, bringing your hand up to massage his balls. You feel some spit begin to dribble down your chin, while Matt brings his hands to your hair. You expect him to pull it away from your face but instead he Matt pulls you off of him.

“I promised to make up for the shitty sex you’ve been having. That I wanted to make your toes curl while you screamed my name.” A pout comes across your face and Matt just laughs grabbing the condom and sliding it on, “if you keep doing that I won’t last.” He pulls you down for a kiss, and tries to push you on his back but you stop him “I want to ride you” you whisper pulling away.

“Fuck” Matt mumbles lining himself up with your folds. You quickly drop down, moaning loudly as you feel your walls being stretched by his width. You don’t give yourself time to adjust, you rise up almost completely and drop back down a few times.

“Jesus babe, you could have taken a moment” he moans putting his hands on your hips.

You place your right hand on his abs “I was worried if I waited I would get scared by the size” you joke setting a fast pace.

Matt’s hands grip your hips tightly as he fucks up into you “you’re so tight babe” he groans while you roll your hips on him. You feel your walls stretch around his thick cock, his fingers digging into your hips leaving marks.

Your breasts bounce up and down as you ride Matt as you increase the pace. He slaps your ass “fuck I’m not gonna last” he groans pulling your face down to kiss you. You feel your orgasm approaching and moan into the kiss .

“You close babygirl” he asks against your lips. Instead of responding, you slide your hands to his hair and kiss him. Matt keeps the pace, fucking up into you, pulling you down onto his cock with every thrust.

“Matt” you moan, knowing you are close.

“Cum for me (Y/N). I need you to cum for me” he moans becoming sloppy under you.

He slaps your ass one more time causing you to yelp as your walls tighten around him. You scream his name and a mixture of curse words as you spasm around him.

“Fucking hell” you hear Matt mumble before he spills inside the condom deep inside your cervix. You collapse on top of him and lie there for a minute. He gently runs his hands through your hair while both of your breathing steadies. Finally you pull yourself onto your forearms and look at Matt. He gently runs his finger up your arm as he softly kisses you.

“That was amazing” you mumble against his lips.

“Mhm” he hums rolling you onto your back and slowly pulling out. You whine at the empty feeling while Matt chuckles, leaving for the bathroom. You hear the shower start and Matt comes back to the room pulling you up from the bed so you are sitting on your heels. His hands slide around you to your back, and firmly grip your ass as he pulls you against his sweaty chest. Your hands tangle in his wet curls as you pull him in for a kiss “your sweaty” you joke attempting to push him off.

He pulls you in close, your breasts pressed into his chest. He dips down slightly and picks you up carrying you to the shower. He sets you down and steps into the warm stream, running his hands through his hair. Matt walks up behind you, and kisses your neck.

“So did I make up for all the shitty sex you were having?” he asks.

“I feel like one amazing night doesn’t make up for almost two years of crappy sex” you say laughing. “Probably have to do it one or ten more times.” Matt laughs in your ear kissing your shoulder “sounds good.”

You push your ass back against his semi-hard penis and he moans. Matt mumbles a fuck as you stand up straight letting the water hit you. You feel his hands on your waist as he presses his dick between your as cheeks; his mouth sucks on your earlobe.

“(Y/N)” he moans as you grind your hips back, feeling him harder behind you. “You have any idea what you do to me?” he growls. You turn your head and look at him, water is running down his chest “I have an idea” you moan. You reach behind you, and grip his shaft and begin stroking it up and down “you have any idea what this does to me?”

“I need you Matt” you whisper kissing him.

Matt steps away and opens the door, grabbing condom from the vanity drawer. He quickly rolls it on himself and he steps back behind you, placing a hand on your back. You feel him push inside, stretching your walls, as you brace yourself on the bench.

Matt uses a knee to spread your legs wider, pulling out and pushing back in. You cry out as he hits you deep, ramming into your cervix. His hands move to your hips and use them to pull you back against him. He pulls almost completely out, pulling your hips back and slamming back inside of you.

“Fuck” you cry out.

“God you feel so good” Matt mumbles setting a fast pace.

One hand leaves your hip and slaps your ass, as you jolt forward wincing at the pain. His hand returns to your hip, and continues to thrust in and out of you.

“You’re so fucking tight” he groans. The sound of skin flapping and moans fill the bathroom as he keeps his pace. He spreads your ass cheeks wider, pumping in and out of you. His thumb grazes over the entrance to your hole, while you whimper under him.

“You gonna cum for me?” he asks drawing a grunt from you, unsure if you can have another.

“I know you can. Do it for me” he growls behind you. You bring a hand down to your sensitive bud and start pressing circles on it, as Matt’s hand strokes your ass.

Matt’s pace is fast and erratic; you can tell he is close while he hits you at a deep angle, hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

“Come on baby” he cries out behind you. You know he is straining to keep going, waiting for you. You press hard circles into your bud; Matt bends his knees changing the angle slightly. Your walls begin to tighten as you clench around him. An intense orgasm rips through as Matt keeps his pace.

“Fuck Matt” you moan, your eyes roll back into your head. You feel Matt’s dick twitch, as he spills inside the condom. Matt stills behind you, you take a deep breath. Matt’s hand caresses your back for a moment as he finally pulls out. You turn around and sit on the bench while Matt steps out to throw away the condom.

He returns to the shower, adjusting the temperature to have more hot water. He grabs your hands and pulls you to your feet; you fall against his chest as he strokes your hair. Your arms wrap around his waist, bracing yourself on him.

You feel him put some shampoo in your hair, lathering it in before gently washing it out. He gently applies body wash to you before rinsing it, you lean against the wall as he completes the process on himself. He turns the water off, kissing you and opening the door to wrap a towel around you. He puts on a pair of boxers, and pulls a t-shirt over your head.

Your eyes are heavy as you stand in his bathroom, leaning against his vanity. Matt chuckles kissing your cheek, he carefully scoops you up and carries you to his bed. He gently lies you down and pulls you into his chest, while pulling the duvet up your chest. You listen to his breathing and slowly begin to doze off.

[raydenrrobertson]

Hi everyone!!! I’m trying to see if I’m any good at writing fan fiction and would appreciate everyone’s feedback!! ❤️ super short fic/drabble!

Warning: talks of body size and weight and potential bullying in past situations.

I wrote (Y/N) to be a muscular female as that’s how I saw her in my head. I hope that doesn’t offend anyone!!

How we met with Auston Matthew’s:

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Being the more muscular female in your friend group always meant unwanted attention and of course rude comments about your size, weight and body. It’s not like you looked like a man per say but you could see clear as day you worked out from how tight your jeans were on your thighs to how your biceps showed when you wore a tight long sleeve shirt.

You always worried guys wouldn’t like you or find you attractive till you met him at a cafe on a cloudy day in the middle of fall.

He came in like a dream and by dream I mean 6’3 220lbs of muscle and don’t even get me started on those thighs you immediately had sinful thoughts about. You were entranced by him and the way he carried himself. He was confident but seemed almost unsure of himself at the same time. You recognized him as Auston Matthew’s a hockey player for the Toronto Maple Leafs and so did everyone in the cafe.

Rather than being awkward and continuing to stare at the gorgeous man you averted your gaze. Up until he approached your table looking nervous and rubbing the back of his neck asking if he could join you.

You stuttered a reply of “yes of course” and he sat staring deep in your eyes while introducing himself, stretching his hand out to shake yours which you kindly replied with (Y/N). He smiled and after that conversation flowed easily.

You can’t remember how long you sat and talked for but his phone rang and after he hung up he quickly explained he had to leave.

Before he did he asked if he could take you out on a date and asked for your number with a blush adorning his cheeks and you couldn’t say no.

You grabbed your things and walked with him outside as he went to leave you gave him a hug and quick kiss on the cheek before parting ways.

You got about halfway down the block when your phone went off with a text saying “Thanks for letting me join you and for giving me your number, not everyday I meet someone as beautiful as you.”

You blushed and smiled so wide your cheeks hurt. Shoving your phone back in your pocket you chuckled to yourself thinking the rest of the walk back to your apartment ‘Maybe being me isn’t all that bad after all.’

That was the beginning of something beautiful.

[avengerscompound]

The Tower: Happily Ever After Character Reference

MASTERLIST

There are a lot of new additions to the cast this time around and to save on confusion I’ve created this page of info for all the children and grandchildren of the Sexvengers.

Please be aware, while I did name some of these characters after canon ones that have only just started appearing in the MCU now (Tommy and Billy will stand out) they are not those characters.  In some cases, I’ve given little nods to them but when naming children characters I like to look at children who already exist of the characters I’m writing because I figure that the characters must like those names for a reason.

Children

Riley Maria Skjodbærer

Age: 35

Height: 6’2”

Hair Color: Blonde

Eye Color: Blue

The firstborn daughter of the ‘Sexvengers’.  Biological daughter of Elise Cooper and Thor Odinson.  Riley is heir to the Asgardian throne and twin sister of Pietro.  She can control the wind currents and is able to use them to fly.

Pietro Charles Skjodbærer

Age: 35

Height: 6’4”

Hair Color: Blonde

Eye Color: Blue

The firstborn son of the ‘Sexvengers’.  Biological daughter of Elise Cooper and Clint Barton.  Pietro was born before the bonding ceremony that gave his parents their powers and extended life, so the only baseline human in the family.  He has no powers but has eaten one of Idunn’s apples to extend his life expectancy.

Rebecca Torunn Skjodbærer

Age: 30

Height: 5’7

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Blue

Rebecca is the biological daughter of Natasha Romanoff and Bucky Barnes.  She has always been interested in the superhero thing, and one of the only kids who followed her parents into it, becoming a key player in SHIELD.  She has the power of flight.

Sarah Lyra Skjodbærer

Age: 30

Height: 5’7

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Brown

Sarah is the biological daughter of Wanda Maximoff and Sam Wilson and the identical twin sister of Rose. She has always been the wild child of the family.  She is a lesbian and has a three-year-old son named Zak whose father she never named.  She can wish things into reality.

Rose Ada Adams

Age: 30

Height: 5’7

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Brown

Rose is the biological daughter of Wanda Maximoff and Sam Wilson and the identical twin of Sarah.  She was always the quiet romantic and ended up married fairly young and has been a happy stay-at-home mother ever since.  Her husband’s name is Paul Adams and she has two children.  Fraternal twins - Ziggy and Anna who are 9-years-old.  Rose has an affinity with plants.

Edwin George Skjodbærer

Age: 30

Height: 6’

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Brown

The biological son of Elise Cooper and Tony Stark, Eddie takes after his father in a lot of ways.  He did the playboy thing and has recently settled down with two people - Lyra and Rory.  He currently is the CEO of Stark Industries.  Edwin is a technopath.

William Ian Skjodbærer

Age: 28

Height: 6’3

Hair Color: Auburn

Eye Color: Green

The Biological son of Wanda Maximoff and Clint Barton.  Billy had balanced superhero work with family and ended up living with his partner Teddy.  Billy and Teddy adopted two children - Piper (4) and Flynn (2).  Billy can wield Chaos Magic.

Thomas Paul Skjodbærer

Age: 25

Height: 6’2

Hair Color: Red

Eye Color: Blue

The biological son of Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton.  Tommy had been trying a few things out in his life.  He went to college and studied business.  He has trained with his parents.  He has superspeed.

Marya/Mar Alex Skjodbærer

Age: 16

Height: 5’6”/7’7”

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Brown

Mar is the biological child of Elise Cooper and Bruce Banner.  They have struggled with school and their identity as a teen and has a little trouble dealing with their emotions (regardless of what those emotions are).  They have the ability to Hulk out but remains themselves when they do.

Thour Katherine Skjodbærer

Thour is the infant daughter of the group.  Biological child of Steve Rogers and Elise Cooper and the twin sister of Nova.

Nova Modi Skjodbærer

Nova is the infant son of the group.  Biological child of Thor and Elise Cooper and twin brother of Thour.

Grand Children

Zak Skjodbærer

The 3-year-old son of Sarah is being raised without a father.  He has lived his whole life with his grandparents who have all taken an active role in raising him.

Ziggy and Anna Adams

The nine-year-old twins of Rose and Paul.  Up until the move to Asgard they have been having a fairly typical upbringing.

Piper (4) and Flynn (2) Altman-Skjodbærer

The two adopted children of Billy and Teddy were having a relatively typical upbringing on earth. 

[missnewtuti]

Ok Woso fam, I feel like a lot of uswnt fans should get into softball.

The quick run down:

Softballs back for the first time since 2008. The US lost to Japan in the final gold medal game, and two of those players are on this roster (and this year will probs be a rematch)

Softball is basically faster, more fun to watch baseball. For the Olympics they have a bunch of “pace of play” rules that make sure the games average ~2 hours

A+ uniforms. Some have shorts! Some have pants and belts! Hats, visors, headbands, and braids galore.

Tall Amazon ladys throw ball real good

No fans means you get to hear the teams cheer for their batters and that’s real fun too

The US plays Japan in their final opening round game tonight at 9pm ET / 6pm PT. The gold medal game is 7am ET on Tuesday morning.

Ok, you in? Here’s the full scoop

The History

Softball hasn’t been in the Olympics since 2008, but it’s back this year. It probably won’t be in London in 2024, but it’s likely to be back in LA 2028 (LA has some great softball stadiums and has some of the best college programs).

The US won gold 🥇 in 2004 and were favorites to defend their title, but were upset by Japan 🇯🇵 in the gold medal match, walking away with silver 🥈

The US has two olympians from 2008, Canada has four, and Japan also has two. You can read more about them here.

The Format

6 countries are in this years tournament. They all played each other once, and the top 2 will play for gold. 3 and 4 will play for bronze.

So far, most teams have played 4/5 games. And with US and Japan both undefeated, they’re locked in for the gold medal game.

The Rivalry

So now the script is flipped from 2008. Japan - the host nation - is defending their gold. Japan has a professional softball league too, so a lot of folks play over there.

Two of the Americans from that 2008 team are back (more on them coming up next), looking to get some redemption.

Like c’mon this is one of those times we can root for the USA with some underdog vibes. Well ok maybe not full underdog, but at least we don’t have to do insane mental gymnastics to have a chip on our shoulder for this one.

The Amazons

Cat Osterman and Monica Abbott are both 6’3” pitchers who have been racking up strikeouts, and are looking to come away with gold after being upset in 2008. Osterman actually unretired when softball was announced for the Tokyo games.

They both still have a ton of impressive college records and some of the current team grew up watching them so that’s fun too. Apparently their coach calls them Fire and Ice.

Here’s an article about the fantasy draft new team every week league Osterman was a player/coach in. She always looks like she won’t take any of your shit and I dig that vibe. Apparently some of the team calls her Momma Cat which is adorbs.

I guess softball is less terrible for human bodies than baseball so these two ladies start every game, and so far Abbott has pitched 2 complete games and was the closer in Osterman’s two starts.

Softball is fun

So, first off, softball is a lot of fun to watch. You get all of the good stuff from baseball - hits and running and stealing bases and strike outs - but it doesn’t feel like watching paint dry.

It’s seven innings, and there’s a ton of rules to make sure the game doesn’t drag on. Pitching changes are quick, and they move between innings so quickly they don’t need to cut to commercial.

The pitchers all have their own little pitch dance they do, like I have no idea what’s going on but it looks cool.

Oh also, this is neat. They don’t make you throw the four balls for an intentional walk. You can literally just say nah, I’m not pitching you, just head over to first.

Some pitchers even hit, which is super neat. This post is gonna be mostly US focused, but here’s Sara Groenewegen, a Canadian pitcher who also hits (she’s usually their DP when she’s not pitching).

The Fashion

Ok, so not to be gay (don’t worry, that’s coming up in the next section) but holy shit softball uniforms are great. So much variety but all just really work (baseball should be taking notes).

I’m biased, but the US has some of the best uniforms. They can go full red, white, or blue, or they can mix and match. The USA on the pants is a nice touch, and I’m a sucker for a good belt.

But there’s a ton of variety. Japan wears shorts! And long sleeves. And hats. I couldn’t find any great pics but here’s one.

And the headwear - the glasses, the visors, the hats, the hairstyles. In my very scientific observations, softball seems to have the highest braid to player ratio of any sport. I guess soccer has buns and softball has braids.

Personally, I’m a fan of some good headband game, I’m sure JJ fans feel me. Some ppl wear face masks and others don’t and there seem to be a bunch of different helmet shapes and styles. Most teams seem to go with visors (I’m thinking so they have more real estate for the braid designs) but some teams go with hats.

Go Gays

As Pinoe once said, you can’t win a championship without gays. It’s just science. All three of US softballs gays (at least based on my cursory Instagram search 🕵️‍♀️) were involved in the US’s extra innings walk off win against Australia. (Chiddy hit the walk off, scoring Haylie and Ally).

Haylie McCleney

She’s the US lead off hitter and has an absolutely insane .727 batting average so far. She also recently got engaged, so that’s cute. Every team has that insane iron man - and apparently McCleney is that for the US. The center fielder leads a bunch of the teams trainings and workout stuff.

Ally Carda

First baseman Ally Carda has also been having a good tournament and is (dating? Engaged? Married? Idk it wasn’t in the Instagram caption and I didn’t feel like digging in) to a former US Softball Olympian (2004, 2008).

Amanda Chidester

Finally, we have Amanda Chidester, an outfielder (and sometimes DP). She secured the US spot in the gold medal match with her eighth inning walk off, earning the US a 2-1 victory over Australia.

She also has the arguably funnest Olympics storyline because she actually played a game against her fiancée, who plays shortstop for Mexico. (She had a sweet Instagram post about it).

The chaos

Softball gets rid of a lot of boring stuffy baseball rules. Rosters are smaller and players can re enter the game under certain circumstances so there can be fun shenanigans with pinch runners.

Also if there’s 2 outs and a catcher up on base, someone comes and runs for them so they can go put on their catcher outfit. Softball appreciates an efficient costume change.

In CAN vs JPN, the umpires messed something up and weren’t gonna let a Canadian pitcher re enter the game and the whole Canadian team just walked off the field like we’re not gonna play til you get your shit together.

So, in conclusion, women’s sports are fun to watch and softball is neat. Hopefully they get some hype these Olympics and we see some investment in professional leagues.

[hjbender]

Weird anatomy question: since Loki’s a runt, and for the sake of this argument, dual-sexed, if he were to get pregnant with a regular sized frost giant would he safely be able to carry the baby to term? Jotuns and Aesir are capable of inter-species breeding, but what about runts and regular sized giants? Are those sexual dynamics even possible?

This is a really great question! (And one that I’m extremely happy to answer because size kink is my jam, man.)

I went back and rewatched the Jötunheim scenes from Thor (2011) to get a better idea of just how big these frost giants are, and also to see if I could grab some stills to analyze. After just a few minutes I discovered that the frost giants really aren’t so “giant” after all. (Props to the effects department, especially the sound mixers, who were able to make these guys feel a lot bigger than they actually were onscreen.)

I took this screencap into Photoshop to do some measuring and comparing:

I duplicated Loki’s image and superimposed it onto the jötunn’s, then I adjusted the scale of Loki’s face until it matched. 

Using this technique, I was able to determine that frost giants are about 15% larger than Aesir (and humans, and Vanir, and all the other races of man-like people).

That’s really not that much of a size difference at all. Even among adult humans, a 15% size difference is quite common. To give you a better idea, that’s roughly like a 5’5” person (165cm) standing beside a 6’3” (190cm) person.

Of course, it’s not just about height, but build, too. The frost giants are broad and packed with muscle, what you might call “an extremely athletic” body type. Still, there was a greater size and build difference between Shaquille O'Neal (7’1” or 216cm) and his former girlfriend Nicole “Hoopz” Alexander (5’2” or 157cm) than there is between humans and frost giants.

This ^ represents a size difference of about 37.6%, way more than the measly 15% difference between humans and frost giants. (This is roughly the same scale I use for Thor and Loki in The Little Frost Troll, by the way. Teeny tiny troll and great big man. I did tell you that size kink is my jam, man.)

So, yes, I believe it is possible for Loki to comfortably have sex with a full-sized frost giant, get pregnant, and carry a full-sized jötunn baby to term. He might encounter some difficulties during childbirth, perhaps requiring a Caesarean section if he can’t get the ligaments in his pelvis to relax enough to allow the baby’s head to pass through the pelvic inlet (or is it the outlet? I don’t know, I’m a writer, not a doctor). But I think he could deliver and care for a normal-sized baby frost giant.

For the record, the measurements for the largest baby ever born were 23 lbs 9 oz (10.7 kg) and nearly 30 inches long (76 cm). The average baby these days is about 7 lbs 3 oz (3.3 kg) and 19.5 inches (49.5 cm) long. So a frost giant baby, 15% larger than an average baby, would be about 8.4 lbs (3.8 kg) and 22.4 inches (56.9 cm). That’s not even really remarkable by human standards. 

Furthermore, there’s this (source):

[...] there are many contributors to birth size. Thus, it’s not possible to accurately predict childhood or adult size from how big or small your baby was at birth. A tiny newborn won’t necessarily be a petite adult, and a large baby isn’t guaranteed to grow up to be a football player.

So Loki could very well give birth to a "runty” baby who then grows up to be a full-sized frost giant. Or vice versa, a big frosty baby who stays small. Perhaps this might be what happened to Loki. Maybe he was actually a normal-sized frost giant baby who never grew, and Odin mistakenly thought he was a newborn when in truth he might have been closer to a toddler. Who knows? But it’s fun to think about.

In conclusion, anon, according to my very rudimentary calculations, the frost giants of the MCU are indeed sexually compatible with Loki and other mannfólk.

As for the frost giants in the comics... not a snowball’s chance in Muspelheim, I say.

[cloveroctobers]

IBRAHIM JARVIS —

IG info/bio: @/OFFICIALRAHIMJARVIS | 130k followers | pro🏌🏿, & yes i was on that dating show...don’t obsess over other people, obsess over water, stay hydrated friends!

22 (23) years old

From Birmingham, England

Pisces sun? + Virgo moon + Cancer rising

Parents are both Afro-Antiguan and Barbudans + migrated to The UK once they were pregnant with their first child

They’ve been married for over 20 years

He gets his height from both of his parents

His mother keeps her hair buzzed short, cooks the best Antiguan food + loves creole seasoning, she’s 5’11, & works as a bank teller

His father is 6’5, works as a substance a*use counselor & does not believe in tough love as a way of showing you care about your children. He learned that the hard way growing up

Ibrahim is a pro golfer & dislikes tiger woods, “he’s a proper arsehole, typical American yeah?”

Got into the craft thanks to his maternal grandfather who was also into golf along with other sports & taught him all he needed to know. At first Ibrahim didn’t like it, found it rather boring & would rather stick to video gaming but his grandfather wanted to break his grandchildren out of staying in the house all the time

It kept him fit and also relieved any anxiety Ibrahim had in life and he had a good amount

He’s got an incredible swing, thanks to his long arms

He’s 6’3

Has three older brothers: Jesse (27) , Keithroy (25), and Reuben (24)

He loves working out and spotting other people, feels likes it’s a team effort & he’s a team player

Drinks gallons of water on a daily and nothing else, it’s even better if he puts fruit in it

Always eating fruit, for breakfast/with or after his dinner. Rather eat fruits than vegetables...yes he’s an adult but he can’t stand broccoli or radishes

Canon: hates seeing other people test their fruit to see if it’s ripe or not. But it’s fine when he does it himself, he just thinks about all the germs that are on other peoples hands when they’re doing so; it physically makes him sick & irritated if he ends up touching the fruit that’s mushy/lumpy

He’s a big fan of comics. Always has been since he’s a kid and has a huge collection of them, his oldest ones are packed away in a couple of crates (in his loft room that he uses as a extra storage room) since he no longer has space in his room. Yes he has no shame (and shouldn’t) of having them on display even tho his oldest brothers clown him for it

Massive fan of black panther & was hyped when it first came to theaters. Saw it three times in one day

Was heartbroken when Chadwick Boseman p*ssed

He’s awkward at expressing himself & sometimes it makes him feel misunderstood & it’s frustrating

Hates people that come up with these ideas of him instead of allowing him to collect his thoughts and speak them the right way

Yet he can be the type of person that wants to ignore issues and hope they go away

He wishes people had enough patience like he did with others in the world

He seeks advice from his dad, since he’s a counselor & everything yet it’s slightly different?

Can be a sweetie & very romantic in relationships

Will do the most (he won’t see it that way) & drop $ on you if he wants to...buying things, trying & failing to DIY, doing wealthy ppl shit, expensive trips— canon: taking his girl to Spain? Was it? Or Italy? I don’t remember... the whole 9

Had 1 gf before the villa. He broke up with her for being too flashy with his things & found that she wouldn’t have liked him if he didn’t have a bit of money

His parents live with him. “They’re basically my roommates until or if they find a house they like.” He didn’t go overboard once he got his first paycheck, he didn’t need a mansion but he did go big enough, industrial style but homey with some minor modern touches for his dream home—he didn’t want it to feel cold or penthouse-like

Isn’t too flashy on the socials but will post something every now & then if he feels the need to show it

Doesn’t post much of his face, mostly what he’s doing in the moment...lots of golfing pics!

Dresses like a dad but it works for him. Loves a good snug polo & plaid trousers/regular that are cut above the ankle, “those are highwaters innit?!” “No mum, it’s the style.” Rolled up jeans, tall white socks & some patterned, baggy sweaters, fancy hats, picks oxfords over sneakers, etc...

Definitely takes the time to iron/steam/press his underwear & socks

Enjoys getting his hair braided, isn’t tender-headed at all (must be nice)

Only grows his hair out during the fall/winter seasons or cuts/gets a shape up

When he posts about his tournaments or time at the golf course, he can always count on Bobby to comment the usual... @/returnofdamckenzie: do you ever have moments where you Reenact troy bolton on the lovely green grass? @/officialrahimjarvis: Idk whether to block u or have a laugh mate, yes i had to look him up!

Dated Jo for about 5 months after the villa until she broke up with him, finding that their lifestyles were too hectic for them to continue, at least that was her public statement to the fans but they really grew apart & the “love” was no longer there

Ibrahim seemed to be more upset about it than Jo in the beginning resulting in snappy replies for awhile, which again stems from him not knowing how to express himself

She checked up on him A LOT, almost as if they never broke up but Ibrahim felt like he needed his space now. They talked it out the best they could over dinner and got closure but that didn’t mean it didn’t sting. He just didn’t think it was needed to be calling each other everyday to see how they were both holding up. If they were done, then that’s what they should be

Jo didn’t see it that way. She still cared for Ibrahim, that didn’t mean that they had to stop talking in her view. She wanted to know how he was coping, and was known for “sticking her foot in her mouth” so that was also a flaw in their relationship

She would say certain things that touched on how she was feeling but didn’t express them at the right times & then there was Ibrahim who didn’t know HOW to say the things he felt which left jo to assume things

Ibrahim was back to the single life and he hated it. He wanted someone he could come back home to, someone that wanted to be with him for the long run. A part of him feels like Jo wasn’t planning to be with him for the long run in the first place and in a way that was okay? Sometimes you don’t know where you’re going in relationships but there should be some sort of goal? Maybe? At least that’s what he thought. Yeah they had fun but he wanted more someday

He was still young he didn’t need to be hung up about it right? Sike. He didn’t know how to take things lightly. That wasn’t how he was built. And to get comments about his ex relationship and have fans dragging him about his choices in the villa A YEAR later!!! Was disheartening

Shannon seemed to be doing well. He thought they would still be friends, at least that’s what she showed before she left the villa. Before he got her dumped. They talked a couple of times since then, jo personally wasn’t a fan of that—Shannon didn’t care but it was clear there was some tension still there

Until he contacted her just to realize she probably had his number blocked but her IG was public and she had a new man & was traveling about

His dad and Reuben were the only ones rooting for them

He had no choice but to be happy for her. Who was he to come in between that? Not that he wanted to but it’s a natural reaction to wonder after a fresh breakup, “what if?”

Talks to Priya every so often now. He seems to find comfort in her, it’s the same for her on her end

His mother has a feeling Priya is the one her son will end up with. Even if she is older...Keithroy also liked her the best

While Jesse seemed to be the only one who supported his relationship with jo

I honestly thought he would have liked Hannah in the beginning but idk if it was him or Gary that said she was too unrealistic when it came to love? I think they both said something along those lines which is odd since it seems Ibrahim has no problem treating his girl like a princess

Probably only has one special dish that he can cook the best & it’s gumbo. otherwise hes out of the kitchen or having his personal chef cook for the family

Goes live on twitch—when he has time, playing many games with the boys from the villa, which pleases the fans

Talks to them all as much as he can

Noah seems to be the first to always text back since Bobby is the one who’ll start off responding in minutes then forget to text back cause he’s off doing handstands or booping people on the nose or some shit, Gary always ends up busy doing something with his nan or for Lottie—but Noah’s always around

They seem to be the closest outside the villa, they mesh well & hang out the most when they can

he likes having his sound on & LOUD when he texts! There’s something so satisfying about hearing the clicking of texting to him

Watches a lot of sports on the Telly, it doesn’t have to be just golf. Usually watching that sport sends him right to sleep while the others keep him active/vocal...yes he’s a tv yeller

Holds sports parties at his home & invites all of his family & mates, he HATES having to clean up afterwards. If it wasn’t for his mum he would save the cleaning until the next day yet he doesn’t mind cleaning his car twice a week

Continues to make his violet man drink & wouldn’t be opposed to someone giving him a endorsement deal for it

Is the “I love everybody!” Drunk

Enjoys yard work over cleaning the house

Has his own customized golf cart that he keeps in his garage

He likes driving that more than his Buick suv tbh

Wants kids some day, not too many, not too little just right— he’ll probably have two but for rn his Doberman pinscher is his bby

Either ends up with Priya with slight insecurities that she’s too good for him or he falls in love with a tennis player, either way I’m fine with both

Crushes/his type? : Jojo Levesque, SERENA WILLIAMS, China McClain, Brie Larson, Victoria Pedretti, Nathalie Emmanuel, & Keke Palmer

Listens to: Aminé, Big Sean, Frank Ocean, Brent Faiyaz, Pink $weats, B Young, Ali Gatie, Russ, Raveena, Jessie Reyez, Rayana Jay, Cosima, TianaMajor9 etc...

Anthem = Lucky Daye, “Buying Time”

[iheartsunset]

I love your headcannons they're (chef kiss), also do you have headcannons of my boi Connor? 👀

Papa Louie Connor HCs

(Ack you’re one of my favorite people on here and to hear you compliment my stuff is just 💕👌🏽 here’s some hcs for you my friend)

-Connor Grant is an 18 year old high school student and convenience store worker who lives with his newly remarried parents and his younger half brother, Peter Grant, who prefers to go by “LePete”. As the star basketball player at Burgerburgh High and best friend of the famous track star, Lisa Pereira, Connor is highly regarded among the townspeople for every championship he wins. Connor dreams of going pro, but he secretly wants to pursue a career as a playwright, though he is discouraged by his father’s encouragement of toxically masculine behaviors.

-Connor’s a true athlete, one that’s energetic and gung ho, always capturing the crowd’s attention with his confidence and encouragement. He likes to present himself as tough per his parents’ directions, but he’s actually real soulful and sensitive. Like a lot of times he’s shy and artistic, but he only does this when he’s alone or with Lisa. He tries to connect with his younger brother, but LePete’s jealousy of him has put a wedge in their relationship, leading to Connor also hating his parents’ expectations for them. He just wants to break free, like he’s soaring, flying, like there’s not a star in heaven that he can’t reach. He wants to bop to the top, be fabulous, to always bet on it, and find something that could be the start of something new. To also get his head in the game, but still not stick to the status quo.

-He and Lisa have lived down the street from each other their whole lives. They became best friends since Marty babysat both of them at the same time when they were 8. They both exercise together regularly, hang out at each others’ work, and even cheer each other on at games. Connor even breaks into the loudspeaker to play her favorite songs to make her run faster, and she does the same for his basketball games (except with the high school musical soundtrack). Connor even stalked- I mean observed Allan to scope out whether or not he’d be good for Lisa (he was). She’s one of the only ones who supports him becoming a writer. Anyways they totally still wear friendship bracelets, like the rubber band ones from the Cra-Z loom (anyone else remember those?).

-Whenever LePete runs away to sneaks out, Connor and Lisa will haul ass all over the continent to bring him home safely, mostly going to Calypso Island to find him hanging with his military bound mother or in Oniontown with his friends, Sarge Fan, Radlynn, Greg, Iggy, and Yippy, but he goes all over the place. He’s mostly overprotective of LePete, even though LePete doesn’t seem to like him at all. LePete will still piggyback Connor and hang around him and Lisa though, so maybe they’ll end up getting along in the future.

-Connor displays interest in both musicals and traditional plays. He’s mostly into modern musicals and contemporary plays, though, as opposed to Koilee and Carlo Romano’s shared love of classic musicals and Shakespeare. As in, he cries over works like Hamilton and Hadestown at least twice a day. They’ve also inspired him to write many of his own plays, which he helps Allan with as well since he’s the co-writer of the Grease remake. As for performing, he’s great at acting and can sing alright, but that’s okay since he prefers to direct and write anyways .

-Burgerburgh is a very close knit town, so he thinks of lots of the other citizens as his family. Look up the list of Burgerburgh residents, that’s everyone he loves more than his parents, just add LePete and Allan somewhere there. Anyways, they also love him very much, but can he please stop randomly bursting into song?

-He’s one fo the few characters to actually have a car instead of relying on airplanes and public transportation. He does this so that he and his passengers could jam out to musicals without being judged.

-He actually sucks at NBA video games. Even through they’re all about basketball, he can’t beat them unless he looks up cheats online. Tohru actually almost took a train to Burgerburgh just to punch him in the face for this, but luckily decided that staying inside and playing more video games was a better option.

-His favorite movie is definitely Space Jam. He’s seen it about 400 times and still somehow never gets sick of it. His DVD copy of it is one of his most prized possessions.

-He likes to give advice to his friends and teammates about not suppressing their emotions, acting like jerks, or disliking feminine things since he knows that lots of people force those ideas onto them. He’ll also stay up all night with them to hear them talk about their issues or help them with schoolwork. Connor’s just an amazing sweetheart honestly and we stan.

-His hair is very tall and is also thick enough to hide stuff in. He and Lisa used to hide snacks or their cell phones in his hair so that they could eat in the movies or sneak their phones into class. Now that she’s in college and he’s still in high school , Lisa can’t do the second one as much anymore, but she’ll still avoid paying for butterfingers at the movie theater by keeping a bag of them in his hair.

-Connor is really tall, like 6’3, so he often has bruises oh his forehead from hitting the tops of doorways or the shower heads.

-I love Connor so much since I also love basketball, but Ig I don’t really have too many headcanons for him taht don’t revolve around Lisa or LePete...oh well I still love him 💕

[the--blackdahlia]

Kicked Out (Duff x Steven)

Title: Kicked Out

Summary:  Axl kicks Steven out of the band when Duff's not around.

Warnings: Drug use, language, overdose, alcohol abuse, Axl being a dick

AN:  This is an AU where Steven's dismissal from GNR was during Nikki's drug days.

“You’re out,” Axl snapped at Steven. The two had been arguing from the moment Steven had stepped into the rehearsal room.

“What?” Steven looked up at the redhead, who was glaring him down.

“You heard me. You don’t contribute, you’re usually late, and your fucking addiction is getting in the way,” Axl snapped. Steven glanced over at Slash, wanting him to stand up and say Steven wasn’t the only one doing smack or drinking, but the guitarist said nothing. Like sharing a rig meant nothing to him. “Get out.”

“Axl…”

“Get. Out. Steven.” Axl sneered. Izzy and Slash watched the drummer’s shoulders slump as he got his things and walked out of the rehearsal room.

“Jesus Rose,” Izzy sighed. “Way to kick the kid when he’s down.”

“Should’ve been a fucking team player,” Axl sighed. “I got a guy lined up to take his spot.”

“Yeah, but who’s gonna tell Duff when he gets here?” Slash pointed out. Axl paused for a moment then shrugged.

“Not my problem anymore,” Axl shrugged. “Duff’ll get over it. And you guys are gonna fucking love Matt.”

****

Steven walked into the apartment he had been sharing with the bassist for a few years now. What had started out as a roommate situation had turned into something more. Steven half expected to come into the apartment to see Duff on the couch, deciding to skip practice because he could. But he wasn’t anywhere to be seen.

That’s when Steven’s mind started getting the best of him. Duff had been late to practice and wasn’t here because he didn’t want to see Steven. Because he knew Axl was going to kick him to the curb like yesterday’s trash and he didn’t want to see the heartbreak spread on his boyfriend’s face.

That was, if Duff wasn’t breaking up with him too.

Steven dropped the bag that had his drum sticks and other items in it on the floor. He went to the kitchen, seeing some half opened bottles of vodka in the fridge as well as some new ones. He grabbed a brand new one and started downing it. He was sure that Duff would be pissed that he drank all his vodka, but Steven just didn’t want to feel anything anymore. He wanted to drink until he couldn’t move.

But as he emptied the bottle not long after coming home, it did nothing to ease the pain. Instead, it amplified the words Axl had hissed at him. So Steven reached for another bottle and started to chug it. But each drop just made the words louder and louder to the point that Steven just chucked the bottle across the apartment.

The band meant the world to him. He thought he was contributing just as much as everyone else. Yeah, he wasn’t as great of a songwriter as the others, but Axl never wanted to listen to anything he offered, so he just gave up. Axl didn’t write as many of their songs as people thought. He would throw out a word or two but then demanded that his name get added to the credits for his contributions.

The more Steven thought about it, the more upset he got. So he headed over to the phone, took a deep breath, and dialed a number, hoping the other person would be home.

“Yeah?” A voice answered.

“Sixx? It’s Steven. Get your ass over here. Bring the good shit,” Steven told him.

“Why the fuck should I?” Nikki asked. “The good shit is expensive.”

“I’ll pay you,” Steven told him. “Whatever you want. I just know the dealers give you better shit than they give me.”

“Okay, okay. Don’t get your panties in a bunch. Give me like ten minutes. Fucking hell,” Nikki groaned. “You owe me big time Adler.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll get you whatever you want,”

“Those are dangerous words drummer,” Nikki’s voice was deep and sent a shiver down Steven’s spine. It was almost like talking to the devil.

Guess that’s what happens when you screw around with black magic while working on Shout at the Devil. You become the thing you were shouting at.

“I’ll see you soon Sixx,” Steven hung up and ran a hand down his face. He honestly thought Duff would’ve came through the door. He thought that would’ve been a sign not to call Nikki, not to ask for drugs, not to want to get high with this much vodka in his system. But he didn’t. Because he was in on Axl’s plan and they were probably all laughing it up at Steven’s expense.

Steven fiddled with a chain around his neck. Duff rarely played with a pick these days, but back when they first met, after Steven got turned down by London and Duff was fresh to LA and in need of a band, he used one. And he laced it on a chain and put it around Steven’s neck when Road Crew broke up, not long before the two of them remet up with Slash and found Axl and Izzy.

It hung there all the time, but right now, it’s weight felt really heavy. Steven sighed and slipped it off his head, laying it on the coffee table. He kept staring at it until he heard a loud bang on the door. Steven opened the door and saw Nikki standing there, towering over him. Fuck, why did everyone he hung out with have to be so much taller than him.

“Hey,” Nikki gave him a smirk. “You gonna let me in?” Steven stepped to the side to let the bassist in. “Shit man, you guys got a nice set up.”

“Uh, yeah,” Normally, when Steven was hanging out with Nikki, Slash or Robin Crosby were there as well. And it was never at Steven’s place. Nikki flopped down on the couch and put his feet up on the coffee table.

“You know, you pulled me away from a very good bed with a very good partner,” Nikki chuckled.

“Sorry,” Steven mumbled.

“It’s cool. Just anxious to use my favor card at some point,” Nikki smirked.

“Yeah, yeah,” Steven shook his head. “You got it?” Steven reached into the fridge for another bottle of Duff’s vodka before going to sit over by Nikki.

“Not much for foreplay, are you?” Nikki laughed. “Yeah, I got it. Give me a minute. Drink your damn vodka.” Steven took a drink as he watched Nikki get the drug ready. Nikki had done it so many times that he could do it while watching TV or anything else. “Turn on the TV,” Nikki told Steven.

“What? Why?” Steven looked confused.

“I wanna see if there’s anything good on,” Nikki shrugged. He looked over at Steven. "What? You think I came all the way over here to shoot you up and leave? I'm gonna use it and I like to watch TV."

"Oh, ok," Steven nodded. Nikki smiled as he got the drug to the right consistency. Steven flipped the TV on to whatever channel they had had on last.

"Haven't seen you around the hangouts much," Nikki made small talk as he got ready.

"Uh, haven't actually done anything in a month," Steven admitted.

"One month sober? What made you change your mind?"

"Axl kicked me out," Steven sighed. "I'd even been writing songs. He just didn't want to even look at them." Steven looked down at his hands.

"Well, if you knew guitar, I'd convince the others to make us a five piece. But Tommy ain't sharing his drum kit with anyone," Nikki chuckled. "Think you can handle a normal dose?"

"I wouldn't see why not," Steven nodded. A dark smirk spread on nikki's face and Steven started regretting it instantly. "Come here babe."

"Don't call me that," Steven sighed.

"Then quit being so cute," Nikki licked his lips as he tied the tourniquet on Steven's arms. "So many nice veins." Steven just took another big gulp of the clear liquid. He didn't even look as Nikki filled up the needle and injected it into Steven's arm.

And instantly, Steven could feel something wasn't right.

"There we go. All done," Nikki patted his cheek. "Feel better?"

"No not really…" Steven admitted.

"Give it time," Nikki tied up his own arm to inject himself while Steven stood up, stumbling some. "Where you going? You're gonna miss this block of videos."

"I'm not hurling in here," Steven barely could get his feet to listen to him as he tried to take steps. Nikki shrugged and turned his attention to the TV. Steven snagged the chain with Duff’s guitar pick off the table and took a couple shakey steps towards his and Duff’s bedroom when his legs gave out under him and he fell to the floor. He thought he heard a door open, and he thought he heard someone yelling his name, but he was sure it was just Nikki. Steven let his eyes slip closed.

****

Duff had showed up for practice about twenty minutes after Steven had left in tears. He had bought his boyfriend a present to celebrate one month of sobriety, and to cheer him up some. But upon walking into the rehearsal room, Duff’s smile fell when he saw a dark haired man talking with Axl, Slash, and Izzy, and no Steven in sight.

“Who’s this?” Duff asked. Axl glanced up from where he was. Slash watched from the sidelines, but Izzy spoke up.

“This is our new drummer,” Izzy explained. Duff looked over at the guitarist.

“New drummer? But we have a drummer,” Duff didn’t like where this was going.

“Not anymore,” Izzy told him. “Because Mr. W. Axl Rose over there fired the ray of sunshine.”

“Fuck,” Axl whispered under his breath. Matt, the new drummer, took a step back as all 6’3” of Duff towered over the frontman. “H-hey Duff. What’s up?”

“You fired Steven?!” Duff yelled. “Without telling me?”

“You would’ve said no!” Axl shot back. “And he doesn’t contribute! His heroin addiction is getting in the way! I’m tired of him!”

“He hasn’t touched heroin in a month!” Duff screamed. “He didn’t want to say anything yet, because the first few months are always the hardest!”

“He what?” Axl asked.

“That’s why I haven’t seen him around the normal hangouts?” Slash asked Duff. “I thought he was just whipped.”

“He wanted to get better, because he realized how much this,” Duff waved at the instruments and the room. “Meant to all of us! Meant to him!” Duff marched over to an amp case and rummaged through it, finding some things Steven had left behind when Axl kicked him to the curb. Reaching into the bottom, Duff found a notebook that Steven had been so excited to show him.

“What’s that?” Axl asked.

“Steven’s song book,” Duff snapped. “He tried to show you, and you were a dick to him about it! Yeah, his songs aren’t fucking “Welcome to the Jungle” but he could’ve done the filler songs!”

“He...he was writing…” Axl whispered. Slash took the book and flipped through the pages, coming to a song dedicated “To Axl”.

“‘The One You Hated”,” Slash announced. “Dedicated to you Axl.”

“God, were you really that mean to the kid?” Izzy asked.

“I gotta go,” Duff went running towards the door.

“Where are you going?” Axl called after him.

“Who knows what kinda damage you’ve caused, you prick!” Duff ran out to his car, leaving Axl, Slash, Izzy, and the new guy behind.

****

“Come on, fucking move it!” Duff screamed at the traffic. His mind kept wandering back to Steven. His loving and sweet boyfriend who had been trying so hard to better himself. Yeah, Duff wasn’t perfect. He drank too much, but he could see that Steven actually wanted to be sober.

But traffic was moving so slow and he just wanted to get home.

It felt like too many long minutes before he pulled up in front of the apartment building where him and Steven lived. He bypassed the elevator and took the stairs to their floor, where he quickly threw open the door.

“Steven?” Duff called into the apartment, hoping he was here. He saw a headful of black hair sticking up over the top of the couch. Duff made his way over to see Nikki staring blankly at the TV. “Nikki?”

“Oh, heey Duffman,” Nikki smiled at him. “Come to join the party?” Duff saw the needle and rig laying on the table.

“Where’s Steven?” Duff asked.

“I dunno,” Nikki looked around. “Think he went that way.” Nikki motioned vaguely over towards the bedroom, but also to the front door. That wasn’t helping Duff in his search very much.

“Fuck,” Duff was about to turn around and walk out of the house when something in the corner of his eye caught his attention. He turned to find his boyfriend laying on his side, his necklace he always wore laying in his hand. “Steven!” Duff screamed

The bassist ran over to the drummer and turned him onto his back. Steven’s head just swayed with the movement and Duff’s heart stopped. What if he touched his neck and didn’t find a pulse? What if he held his hand over his nose and didn’t feel a breath? What if Steven was gone?

But Duff pushed those thoughts down and shakily touched his fingers to Steven’s neck, finding a very slow and sluggish pulse. But it was there and Duff could take a small breath.

“Sixx!” Duff called over to Nikki. “Fuck! Nikki!”

“What?”

“We need to call an ambulance!” Duff called to the other bassist. Nikki looked over and the look on Duff’s face was enough to help sober him up a little bit.

“What’s wrong?” Nikki asked, pushing himself to his feet. Unlike Steven, Nikki had yet to stop, so a larger dose was nothing to him.

“I think Steven OD’d. Nikki please call for help. Or give me the fucking phone. I’m not leaving him,”

Nikki nodded and brought the phone over to Duff. He knew that in his state, he wouldn’t be able to relay things right. Duff sighed and took the phone, calling for help while holding onto Steven the whole time.

****

Duff sat in the waiting room with his head in his hands. He had filled out the paperwork the best he could, telling the orderlies that Steven had been clean for a month and had been doing so good. Now, he was alone. That was, until Nikki slowly walked up to him with a cup of coffee in each hand.

“Here,” Nikki held out a cup of the mediocre hospital coffee. Duff took it, but didn’t drink it. “I called Slash. I figured you’d want your band here…”

“Axl doesn’t fucking care,” Duff whispered. “If it wasn’t for him, we wouldn’t even be here right now.”

“What happened?” Nikki sat down by the blonde.

“You know how Axl is,” Duff sighed. “Steven tell you that Axl kicked him out?”

“I think so, yeah,” Nikki nodded.

“Steven hadn’t touched heroin in a month. I was so proud of him, he was so proud of himself,” Duff stared down at the coffee. “We should’ve told the others. But he didn’t want them to tease him. And he didn’t want to let them down if he relapsed…”

“I...I’m sorry…” Nikki sighed. “Tommy’s been asking me to stop. Thought about it a couple times. But that’s as far as it got.” He paused. “I should’ve told him no.” Duff didn’t say anything. He wasn’t mad at Nikki, but he wasn’t happy with him either. Nikki would’ve been down right pissed if someone had done that to Tommy. They sat in silence for a little bit before a familiar face walked up to them.

“Duff, how is he?” Izzy asked. Duff noticed Slash and Axl loitering behind him.

“I don’t know yet,” Duff shrugged. “He had a pulse when I found him, but he wasn’t awake.”

“Shit,” Slash shook his head. “He probably took a bigger dose than his body could handle.” Duff just nodded. Nikki looked up at the other three and saw Axl staring at the ground. He could see the guilt radiating off of him.

“I’m gonna head out…” Nikki said, standing. Izzy, Slash, and Duff all looked at him, but not Axl. “Uh, call me when you find something out?”

“Yeah,” Duff nodded. Nikki excused himself from the group. The three took seats in the waiting room.

“I, uh, I looked at the notebook…” Axl said after several moments of silence. “His songs aren’t bad, but…”

“You don’t want him in the band still.” Duff stated, matter of factly.

“Duff…”

“Why don’t you like him?” Duff turned to look at the frontman. “What did he ever do to you?”

“He came into the band and...everyone just fucking loved him...including you…” Axl sighed.

“You kicked him out because you’re fucking jealous?” Duff asked. Axl just shrugged. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I didn’t expect him to OD!” Axl yelled. Duff jumped up.

“If he dies, I hope he haunts your ass,” Duff sneered. “Because of your pettiness, he gave up his sobriety, and he might pay a big price for it.” Axl stood up, ready to smart off to the bassist, when someone’s voice could be heard.

“I’m looking for the family of Steven Adler…”

Duff turned to look at the doctor, standing there in her coat and holding her clipboard.

“That’s me,” Duff walked away from Axl. “Duff McKagan.” The doctor looked at her clipboard and nodded. “Is he…”

“Have a seat and we’ll discuss everything,” She told him. Duff didn’t like the sound of that one bit, but took a seat next to slash, who threw an arm around his shoulder, trying to provide some comfort. “As you already know, Mr. Adler was brought in for an overdose to an opioid.”

“Yeah…”

“As we were pumping his stomach, his heart did stop and we had to use a defibrillator to bring him back.”

“And he…”

“He is alive,” She told him. “We are monitoring him closely, but he is alive and breathing on his own, which is the good thing.” Duff let his head drop into his hands. He had honestly believed that she was coming to tell him that Steven was gone.

“When can we see him?” Izzy spoke up. Duff looked up at the doctor.

“Well, he’s currently in the ICU, so only two people can see him at a time. But I can have a nurse show you there and you can go see him.” The doctor explained. Duff ran a hand down his face.

“Thank you,” He whispered. She offered him a smile before leaving. Once Steven was out of the woods, she would have to speak with them about treatment plans. But right now, he just needed to get to a point where he could open his eyes.

A nurse came to get them to take them to the ICU waiting room, and from there, two could go see the drummer. But as Axl stood, Izzy and Slash stopped him.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea Rose,” Izzy told him.

“What? Why?”

“Well, for starters, we wouldn’t even be here right now if it wasn’t for you,” Slash told him.

“And you just told Duff you fired the kid out of spite,” Izzy added. “I think you should just go home.” Slash nodded in agreement.

“Fine,” Axl rolled his eyes. “Later.” He marched out of the hospital. Duff looked at the two guitarists.

“You didn’t have to do that,” He told them as they made their way to the ICU.

“Eh, we didn’t know he was kicking him out either,” Izzy shrugged. Duff nodded as they were led to the new waiting room.

“Okay, who’s going in?” The nurse asked with a smile.

“You go on Duff,” Slash told the bassist. “You need to see him more than we do.”

“Are you sure?” Duff asked. The two nodded. Duff took a deep breath then and followed the nurse to Steven’s room. He told himself he was prepared for anything. But he realized that wasn’t the truth when he saw his usually lively boyfriend laying completely still in the hospital bed. He had wires attached to him, an oxygen cannula under his nose, and he was so damn pale. This was not the usual ray of sunshine that Duff was used to.

“He’ll probably sleep for awhile,” The nurse told Duff. “A drug overdose is traumatic enough. But he had a lot of alcohol in his bloodstream too.”

“He did?” Duff glanced over at her. He didn’t even notice the empty bottles when he was panicking about keeping Steven alive.

“Yeah,” She patted Duff’s arm. “I’m just a call button away.”

“Thank you,” Duff made his way over to Steven’s bed and took a seat. He carefully reached out and grabbed his hand that wasn’t attached to anything. He brought it to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on the knuckles. “I’m right here babe.”

****

At some point, Duff had fallen asleep. He woke himself up with each check a nurse did on the drummer, but he would fall back asleep after that. It wasn’t until the sun started rising that he officially woke up. With a groan, Duff stood to stretch his back.

“Nice view,” He could’ve sworn he heard Steven say. Turning back around, Duff was greeted with a sleepy eyed Steven Adler. He had a small smile on his face, but he looked exhausted.

“You get your energy from the sun. I just knew it,” Duff laughed a little as he leaned over and kissed Steven’s forehead. “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit,” Steven admitted. “I’m sorry.”

“I wish you would’ve waited to talk to me before calling Sixx,” Duff played with his fluffy hair.

“I...I was scared,” Steven told him. He didn’t have to say anymore. Duff figured it out. He was scared that Duff had agreed with Axl, and he was scared that Duff didn’t want to see him anymore.

“Babe, you never have to be scared as long as I’m around,” Duff cupped his cheek. “I love you. And Axl is fucking worthless.”

“Maybe he’s right though,” Steven shrugged. “I’m never gonna be as good of a songwriter as you guys. I can’t sing. All I do is hit the drums. And Axl has told me several times that I’m not as good as half the drummers on the scene…”

“He wouldn’t know anything good if it bit him in the ass,” Duff told him. “But you’ll be great without him. You’ll get a kickass band, and I’ll be your biggest supporter.”

“Maybe I could steal his bassist sometime,” Steven shrugged. “Because you’re not quitting.”

“You think I’m staying there without you?”

“Yes,” Steven nodded. “Because you’re fucking awesome, and your talents would be wasted on anything less. I mean, look how far we got with Road Crew.”

“Babe…”

“Please?” Steven looked at Duff with those eyes he couldn’t say no to.

“Okay, okay. I’ll stay. But the minute he says something to me, I’m choking him with one of those fucking bandanas,” Duff smirked a little.

“Fair enough,” Steven laughed a little but his eyes started to fall closed.

“Get some rest babe,” Duff placed a gentle kiss on his lips. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

The End

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[leafs-lover]

If he’s lucky I’ll let him join

Part 1: Wildest Dream

Series Masterlist

A/N: I wrote this kind of quickly. I’ve had this idea for a while now, i hope you like it. In case you haven’t noticed I have a thing for Fred, but how can you not? 

Warning: Swearing, some drinking, and smut lots of smut, this is pure filth. I actually toned it back from my original plan a bit believe it or not...

Word Count: 7500

“You don’t have to do this” he says looking into your eyes. You stare at the man a few meters away in the corner of the room, his light eyes full of care and compassion. You turn your head to the man beside you; his pupil’s dark and dilated, full of lust.

You have talked about this a bit, but you have thought about it even more. You had been thinking about it for months, unsure how to bring it up. You and Fred only met in December and had been hanging out for almost a month when he invited you out for drinks with some of the players and their girlfriends.

They all seemed really nice, and welcomed you in to their circle. You felt calm and at ease until the door opened and a 6’3” brunette entered. He had broad shoulders, similar to most of the men in the room. His shirt showed off his sculpted arms, almost looking one size too tight. He had on a ball cap, dark hair peeking out under it as he entered smiling at his friends.

He greeted everyone before making his way to you, “you must be (Y/N). Auston, nice to meet you.” You smile back at him “yeah you too.” You spend most of the night chatting with Fred and Mitch, while some of the players play beer pong. You kept getting the feeling someone was looking at you, and every time you turned around you often found Auston staring at you from the corner of his eye.

You think it happened when he pulled you in for a game of beer pong as his partner. His hand hit the small of your back and the hair on the nape of your neck stood up in response. “Fair warning I’m not the best at it” you say stopping beside him at the table. “You’ll probably have to carry me.”

“I think I can handle that” he says smirking at you. He gives you a gentle shove as you set the cups up. You immediately feel wetness pool in your core.

You continue with the game and the playful banter has your mind wandering. Thinking about his body pressed up against you tongue drawing slow circles along your neck. You could feel yourself practically dripping as you continue to play.

Mitch throws a ball and it begins to swirl around the rim of the cup, you bend to blow the ball out when Auston hooks a finger in pulling it out before it touches the liquid. Watching him makes you wonder what it would feel like to have his fingers curled inside you.

You immediately glance over to Fred who was none the wiser to what his friend was making you feel. You know if you stay beside him longer you won’t be able to pull yourself away. As soon as the game is over you manage to pull Fred away; you barely made it through the door before pressing him against the wall.

Pressing his jacket off his wide shoulders you slowly dropped to your knees. Keeping your eyes glued on the 6'4” Dane above you, you pulled his thick cock into your mouth. You noticed his eyes straining his breathing getting uneasy, getting closer to spilling inside your mouth. Before his warmth was dripping down your throat he pulled you off your knees.

Within seconds he picked you up carrying you to his room. Instead of throwing you against his mattress he pinned you against the wall. He followed your lead dropping to his knees and throwing one leg over his shoulder. His mouth quickly found your slick heat, tongue sliding inside your walls.

An hour later you’re lying in his bed, the man beside you having just fallen asleep. You stare at the ceiling with a million thoughts running through your head. Thoughts about Auston and what you felt being around him.

You told yourself it was the drinks that had you feeling that way. You would never do anything with Auston, you are seeing Fred. You didn’t want to date Auston, but all you could think about was him railing you while Fred shoved his dick down your throat, him filling you with his warm cum. You had never had a threesome, never even considered one, but every time you were in his presence you only wanted him more.

You would never bring it up to Fred, mostly because you don’t know how to tell him you want his best friend to fuck you. You don’t want to create any tension between the two boys or for Fred to feel uncomfortable with you being around the team. You tell yourself it’s a stupid crush that will go on its own, and you only find yourself imagining these things when you spend time with Auston. It’s not like you think about him every day.

You and Fred haven’t discussed labels; you talk to him sometimes while he is on the road and exchange texts. For the most part you keep it pretty causal but you have amazing sex together. You spend most of your time in his apartment, but you occasionally go out on dates together. Regardless of the status of your relationship you don’t want to jeopardize what you have by bringing up his friend.

It didn’t help when the boys returned from their LA road trip in March and had a weekend off. They had a couple practices, but no games for 3 nights, and those days fell on an actual weekend. You all planned on going to a club, Early Mercy. You dressed in your favourite black dress. It was likely an inch or two too short, and the cut hung low accentuating your chest. You paired it with a pair of bright red stilettos.

Fred is dressed in a tight long sleeve shirt; it’s tight enough to show off his tight muscles underneath. The drinks have been flowing, and a few shots have been thrown back. You are feeling good as you sit lightly on Fred’s thigh, his arm around you. “You are driving me crazy” he whispers in your ear as your hand slides down his back. You lean in closer to his ear and chuckle placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

Turning your head you stare across the table to Auston in his tight black button down shirt. The top button is left undone, his chain peeking out from his firm chest. You grin at him as you feel his eyes glancing over you while he talks to Will. You think about how he is driving you crazy without even doing anything. He smirks at you taking a sip of his drink, before turning his attention back to William.  

You place a soft kiss on Fred’s cheek “I’m going to run to the bathroom” you say getting up. You look at Fred’s glass, seeing it is almost empty.

On your way back you stop at the bar to order you both another drink. Someone beside you stumbles back into you and you begin to lose your footing. You feel a strong pair of hands on your hip as they help keep you from falling.

“You okay?” you hear him say loudly over the music into your ear.

You feel a tingling in your core instantly recognizing the voice, his arms still on your hips and you can feel his breath on your neck as he leans in to hear a response. You turn slightly and smell his cologne and practically lose your footing there “yeah” you yell back “I’m good. Thanks.” You smile at him and he removes his hands from you before turning to the bartender to order drinks.

As he pulls his hands off, you feel the sensation burning where they once were. You can’t help but wonder what it would be like to have his fingers pressed deep inside you. His fingers fucking you, bringing you to a high.

Later that night you are in bed with Fred. He is on his back, you positioned between his legs sucking his cock. His hand is lightly in your hair holding it away from your face as you deep throat him. You haven’t been going down on him long, but you are completely ignited, fire radiates inside you. Fred senses your mood, and pushes his hips to fuck into your mouth. In less than 3 minutes Fred is holding your head steady as he is spilling deep down your throat.

After you finish licking him up you pull your mouth from him. You crawl up sitting on his stomach, his dick pressed under your hips. You rock your hips against him as you lean down and kiss him. Fred groans as you continue to grind back onto him, he tries to push you on your back to return the favour but you can’t wait.

You can tell he is half hard again underneath you, so you push his chest back down. You grin down at him and ride up, bringing a hand down to his member. After a few strokes he is painfully hard and you line yourself and his tip is pressing into your entrance. Fred reaches into the side table to pull out a condom, you shake your head.

“I want all of you, fill me with your cum” you say to him. His eyes go wide as he pulls you down by the back of your neck kissing you. His fingers slide to your hips and he pulls you down onto him, you both gasp at the feeling. Before allowing any time to adjust you set a fast pace. You cum twice on his cock before Fred finally spills deep inside you.

“Fuck, what came over you tonight?” he asks, pulling you into his arms.

“I don’t know” you say lightly.

“Well whatever it was, feel free to have it happen again” he mumbles into your hair.

You laugh as you hear him fall asleep. A ting of guilt washes over you; you know exactly what came over you. You kept imagining it was Auston’s dick hitting the back of your throat. That you were riding Auston as Fred kissed your neck and played with your breasts.

You tell yourself you will tell Fred, try and explain what you are feeling. Find a way to not make him awkward or uncomfortable as you tell him you want to fuck his best friend.

But before you have the chance the NHL pauses the season for the coronavirus pandemic. Fred takes off to quarantine with Auston, you aren’t that surprised. If he stayed you would be stuck in a small condo. But it does suck not having him around for sex for the next two months.

While he is in Arizona you talk periodically and exchange text messages. You know he is enjoying himself, but in mid-June he leaves to return back to complete his 14 day quarantine prior to the season starting.

You are sitting in your living room when you hear your phone chime.

F: Hey I just finished my quarantine want to hang out?

Y: Yes! Be there in an hour?

F: Can’t wait ;)

You walk into his apartment and before you can get the door closed Fred has you pinned against it “missed you” he mumbles kissing you.

“Missed you too Fred” you chuckle as he reaches down to grip your legs and carry you to his room.

An hour later you are tangled in his arms, your bodies a sweaty mess. “Sorry for dragging you here right away, I just missed you” he says brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Never apologize when you give me three orgasms” you laugh. “How was Arizona?” you ask him.

“It was good, hung out by the pool. Auston got a dog so got to spend my days with a puppy. It got pretty hot down there though” he laughs. “You still off work?” he asks.

“Yeah, schools might be starting up in September, if they do I will be back to work then” you reply.

You spend the next couple hours with him in bed exchanging orgasms. Your legs are practically jelly and your core is raw. You know you won’t be able to walk right for days but it’s worth it. The months of having to take care of things by yourself pale in comparison to anything Fred does to you. Around 10 you wake up from a nap and finally pull yourself away to have a shower, when you change you find Fred on Facetime in his living room.

“Got to go man, talk to you later” he says when he hears you.

“Auston says hi” he says when you sit beside him.

“Spent 3 months together and now you can’t go a day without talking? Cute” you joke and Fred laughs. “How is he doing?” you ask.

“He is alright, coming back soon” Fred explains trailing off. “He uh, he talked about you a couple times while I was down there.”

You turn and look at Fred waiting for him to continue. There is a slight flutter in your heart and quiver in your pussy at the thought of him talking about you. “He wants to…to…” he looks you in the eyes before taking a deep breath “he wants to know if you would want to have a threesome with you.”

Your eyes go wide at his words, and it takes a lot of will power to stop your eyes from rolling in the back of your head. You turn to look away when Fred puts a finger under your chin tilting your head to him. “I’ve seen how you look at him (Y/N/N). I know you think he’s attractive.”

Your face immediately goes red; you didn’t realize you were so obvious with your feelings. Fred chuckles and kisses you lightly helping to calm you a bit but your heart is still racing. You so badly want to agree and tell Fred everything, but a huge part of you is frozen.

“Okay, but how do you feel about this?” you ask him hesitantly.

Fred shrugs “I’m fine with it. I mean we aren’t anything serious. Besides I know he won’t make you feel nearly as good as I do” he has a devilish grin on his face with those words. His mouth moves a few inches from your ear, his warm breath fanning over your skin.

You sit there taking in everything he said, thinking of the consequences of going through with this “just think about it. 100% your choice and whenever you’re ready” Fred says before kissing your sweet spot.

This is what had brought you here. The boys have been participating in training camp, leaving to enter the bubble in 5 nights. Fred invited both you and Auston over for dinner, you hadn’t given Fred an answer, hadn’t even discussed it since then. You know that Fred invited him for just dinner, and there are no expectations for anything more.

All night you stare across the table at both men, trying to engage in conversation. Your attention kept getting pulled away to Auston’s arm, he was wearing a black t-shirt that showed his tattoo’s off. You thought about tracing his tattoos up his arm to his chest, but what would you do once you reached his chest? Where does your hand go, back down his arm? Further down his stomach across his abs? And then what?

After dinner Fred goes to the washroom and Auston picks up some of the plates, you grab the remainder and set them on the counter. Auston turns to grab them and put them in the sink when you practically jump onto him.

Your arms snake around his neck and you kiss him, he hesitates for a second before sinking into the kiss. His arms slide down your back to your ass giving you a light squeeze. You yelp as he laughs hoisting you on the counter. You wrap your legs around his waist “bedroom” you demand before he has the chance to kiss you again.

He picks you up and carried you to the bedroom with ease. You pepper his shoulder and neck with kisses “fuck I have thought about this for so long” he growls into your ear. You feel your panties become soaked at his words, hearing he has wanted you. Just like you want him.

He sits on the bed, you still straddling him, and wastes no time reattaching his lips to yours, you allow his tongue entrance as your hands play with the hem of his shirt.

You hear the bedroom door close as Fred enters the room. You both pull apart for a second and hear Fred say “leave you alone for two minutes and you stick your tongue down my friend’s throat.

You can’t gauge his expression so you climb off and sit beside Auston on the bed. You feel bad; maybe he isn’t comfortable with this anymore. Fred walks to the chair in the corner of the room, he smirks at you “you don’t have to do this” he says lightly looking into your eyes.

You stare at the man a few meters away in the corner of the room, his light eyes full of care and compassion. You turn your head to the man beside you, his pupils dilated and full of lust.

“You can if you want to, but you don’t have to” Auston says grinning. Your eyes turn back to Fred who is relaxed in the chair staring at you. You look between both men; you are soaked and wonder if you have soaked through your jeans.

You run through all outcomes, not the short term outcomes they all end in pleasure. You play out what will happen between you and Fred, between Fred and Auston. If it will be awkward between you and Auston moving forward.

Auston runs his right arm through his hair; his tattoos catch your eye. Before you can think you spring onto him pushing him onto his back. You rock your hips against him as you lean down kissing him. His right hand tangles in your hair as his left pushes up the hem of your shirt and strokes up your stomach.

You shudder against his touch when he quickly pulls your shirt off revealing you breasts. He pushes his hand up on your bra, squeezing you through the lace. You groan as his entire large hand easily engulfs your breast.

His lips are back on yours, placing a sloppy kiss on you. You open your mouth allowing his tongue in as he massages your breast. You moan into the kiss, as his hand in your hair slides down your back to easily unclasp your bra. He frees them of the fabric and pulls away, admiring you with a grin.

“Fred, you’re a lucky man” Auston says not bothering to glance at the man in the corner, attaching his mouth to your hard nipple, swirling his tongue around it. His other hand keeps massaging you, pinching your nipple when you hear Fred’s deep seeded chuckle from the corner “just you wait and you’ll see just how lucky I am.”

“Oh trust me, I plan on finding out” he says pulling away slightly. His hand slides down to your belt, and you look over at Fred. He is sitting in the chair staring at you. You are still fully clothed but he smirks as you stare at him. Auston pulls your belt through the loops when his hands stop wandering your body.

“(Y/N)” Auston calls turning your head to look at him. “It’s just you and me right now. Fred doesn’t get to touch; he has to watch as I destroy you over and over again.” He turns his head to Fred who smirks and rolls his eyes.

“If he’s lucky I’ll let him join” Auston grins before he turns his attention to you and flips you onto your back kissing your stomach. He is pulling your pants down your legs leaving you in just a pair of soaked purple panties. He spreads your legs and grins seeing the wet stain that has leaked through your thin fabric.

“Have you been this wet all night?” he asks, his finger dancing on your clothed clit.

“Since Fred told me you would be coming for dinner” you manage to whisper looking up at him. He lies down on his stomach looking up at your pussy and kisses you through your fabric, tasting your wetness. You groan as he lightly licks up your fabric nipping at the skin on your thighs.

He sucks hard on your pubic bone, as his fingers graze over your core. The teasing has you going insane, you try and push your hips up to get more friction.

“Be careful princess” he warns you. You smile lightly at the pet name he has for you “you get one more warning then I punish you for not obeying.”

He pushes your hips down and returns to leaving marks on your pelvis and thighs. You use all your willpower to not squirm your legs as his finger grazes up and down your thin fabric. He uses a finger and slides it to the side and finally slips one finger inside you. Your head falls back into the bed at the slightest bit of contact from him.

He slowly pumps it in and out of you. He isn’t trying to get you off, just trying to get you hot and bothered, to edge you. He continues slowly pushing a finger in you as your panties fall over top his hand. He pulls his finger out and immediately tears your underwear off.

“Auston!” you scowl.

“Relax” he laughs. “Fred will buy you a new pair” he says throwing them to Fred who laughs lightly.

He quickly shoves two fingers inside and starts thrusting them inside you. You gasp at the feeling of his large fingers and turn your head to Fred. He is still fully clothed, but now you can see his erection pressing against his shorts. He sits there staring, and appears to be calm; not fazed by his best friends actions.

Auston continues to pump his fingers inside you, when you feel his mouth suck on your nipple. You moan in pleasure, and feel a thumb press circles on your clit. The pace of his fingers increases, curling to hit your g-spot every time. You watch as his tattooed arm flexes, quickly thrusts his hand in and out of you.

Your hands reach to his hair and you give him a light tug earning a chuckle from Auston. His thumb presses hard into your clit and you gasp and turn your head to look at Auston.

“You getting close” Auston murmurs against your breast.

“Yes” you say, stretching your legs and rocking your hips into his hand slightly. He sucks on your nipple, lightly grazing his teeth over it before releasing it. He brings his lips to yours and places a sloppy kiss on your lips before he slips a third finger in.

“Fuck” you scream gripping his hair even harder.

“Cum for me princess” he growls in your ear, your pussy clenching around him at the purr of pet name. A few more thrusts and your legs shake as your orgasm washes over you. Auston slows his hand but he doesn’t take it out of you, working you through your high. “You’re so hot when you cum” he says slipping one finger out and kissing you.

His hand has completely stopped, 2 fingers still sitting inside you as you kiss him. Your tongues fight for dominance and you can feel his erection straining to be exposed from his jeans. You release one hand and attempt to slide it between you and undo the button when Auston starts moving his hand inside you again.

You gasp and pull away slightly as he laughs “no” you whisper bringing your hand to his wrist trying to clasp around it. Trying to pull them out of you.

“I told him you’d say no” Fred begins while Auston peppers kisses on your collar bone. You turn your head to look at Fred while Auston crawls down and lies on his stomach hooking your legs over his shoulder. “I also told him that if he doesn’t listen to you, pleasure will override the pain. Told him how you like it when I don’t stop” Fred explains shifting in his seat to get a better view with a large grin.

Auston licks up some of the juices that still remain on you, you whimper at the feeling before he pushes his mouth onto you. You feel his stubble rubbing against your thighs as he scissors you open and presses his tongue deep inside you.  He starts by cleaning out all the juices from before, then he begins to lick up your walls.

He brings a hand up and grabs your breast, while his tongue moves to suck on your clit. His fingers curled inside you continuing to hit your sweet spot. You grip the sheet and look over at Fred who is sitting on the edge of his chair, he looks at you and smiles. Something about Fred watching you turns you on more, it’s a thrill like nothing you have felt before.

“I wish you could see what I see skat” he hums before turning his gaze back down your body to watch his best friend.

“It’s too much” you moan, legs shaking.

You hear Auston laugh as he presses his tongue inside your walls, sucking on your clit. Fred doesn’t look up at you but answers “give it another minute, I can tell you are getting close.”

Auston’s tongue flicks inside you and you moan as your toes curl “told you” Fred says smiling. “I know your body. Keep it up man she is close again.”

Your head stays locked on Fred, he is gripping the arm rest firmly, eyes glued to your pussy.

“Auston” you moan, his tongue pressed deep inside you.

You feel your second orgasm approaching, your knuckles go white. You are sure the neighbours can hear you. Your legs begin to tremble as you bubble over, your juices dripping down his hand. His mouth making quick work to clean it up as his hands keep moving inside you, working you through your high.

When you stop moaning he pulls his fingers from you and crawls up beside you. He pushes his fingers into your mouth and you moan tasting yourself as you clean his thick digits. You bring a hand down to his pants and undo the button and zipper, you try to push them down his legs causing him to laugh “eager eh?”

He kisses your neck and whispers just loud enough for Fred to hear “he not taking care of you?”

Fred shakes his head and rolls his eyes, he pulls his shirt off of his chest and you stare at him while Auston kisses your neck. Fred stands up and removes his shorts, you can see his erection straining the fabric of his boxer. You know what is waiting for you underneath his boxers, and you want it now.

Auston pulls away from you and looks to Fred “you said I could have my fun first, well I’m not done.” Fred freezes and stares at him. Both of their eyes are dark and narrowed in on the other waiting for the other to flinch first. It is the hottest staring match you have ever seen, both trying to assert their dominance but it’s Auston who takes control first.

“Sit” he demands. Fred obeys and wordlessly returns to the chair, you feel some disappointment. You were really ready for both of them.

Auston quickly peels his clothes off. His cock slaps into his chest when he pulls his boxers off. Your jaw practically falls to the floor, earning a laugh from both men. Freddie was slightly longer than most men you had seen, but he was thick. You remember the first time you saw him you didn’t think you would be able to stretch enough for him. But Auston is longer than anything you have ever seen, easily an inch longer, but he isn’t as thick as Fred. You don’t know if you can take all of him in you.

He leans down to kiss you, erasing some of your fears, you stroke him up and down. He groans into the kiss before falling onto his back pulling you onto of him. You can feel his dick pressed between you as his hands tangle into your hair.

After a minute you pull away and grin at him before making your way down his body. Slowly peppering his chest with warm open mouth kisses, your nails raking down him as you press on. You finally reach the area where he wants you, his eyes locked on you.

“You’re in for something special” Fred says from his chair, and you raise your eyebrows to Auston. You suck hard on his pubic bone, next his thigh leaving marks along your way. He groans when you lightly kiss his tip, before moving to the other thigh sucking on him.

He bucks his hip up and you chuckle “impatient are we?” you ask teasing his tip.

“Fuck (Y/N) such a tease” he says. You begin placing light kisses on the throbbing vein of his shaft, never breaking eye contact. You bring a hand to pick up his dick and open your mouth; you lick up his shaft before putting him in your mouth.

You push down, and begin slowly bobbing taking the rest in your hand. They work in tandem as you swirl your tongue around him. You lightly rake your teeth on him as you suck on him, his head falls back into the bed as he lightly pushes his hip forward.

You begin taking more and more of him in your mouth “you can do it baby” Fred encourages you from the corner. You hollow your cheek and deep throat Auston, hearing him swear above you. His hands tighten their grip on your hair as you continue to deep throat him, gagging slightly as spit dribbles out.

Auston smirks when you choke slightly on his length, you respond by bringing a hand to massage his balls. “Fred you’re so lucky” Auston groans out.

You hear Fred chuckle as you keep bobbing on him. You can tell his orgasm is approaching when the bed dips beside you and Fred’s hand is on your back.

“Think you can let him take control babe?” he asks. You pull back slightly, still keeping Auston in your mouth you turn your gaze to Fred. He is rubbing your back lightly, as he waits for an answer. Your eyes go wide and you smile around Auston’s cock as you hum in approval.

Auston’s dick twitches slightly as you vibrate around his cock. He smiles, the glistening reaching his eyes. Fred smiles at you and helps you to the floor where you sit on your knees at the edge of the bed.

Hard wood is under your knees as you adjust your position. Fred returns to his chair as Auston moves to sit in front of you on the bed. “You’re about to see just how lucky I am” Fred says as Auston grips the back of your neck.

You open your mouth and he slides his wet cock back inside. You slide your hands up Auston’s legs, stopping on his thighs. He pushes his cock into you, hitting the back of your throat. He pulls back and slowly pushes back into you when you squeeze his thighs lightly.

He takes that as approval and increases his speed, ramming down your throat. He uses the hand on the back of your head to pull you forward fucking into your face. Your hands grip tight, leaving scratch marks on him.

He keeps going, chasing his high. You look at him through your lashes and can see him straining. He brings his second hand to your head and pulls you in close, shooting warm ribbons down your throat with a grunt. He thrusts your mouth onto his cock a few times until he is dry. He releases your hair and you pull your mouth off him, you stand up and kiss him.

He turns you around and pulls you into his lap, kissing your neck.

“Look at what you’ve done to Fred” he growls in your ear. His large hand finds your throat holding your gaze on the man in the corner.

You can see beads of sweat on his forehead, and the obvious bulge in his boxers. You can tell his dick is pink, tip is throbbing waiting for you to touch him. Auston’s hand massages your breast “you want to touch him?” he asks in your ear.

“So bad” you whimper.

You try to stand up and move to Fred, but Auston has a tight grip on your throat holds you in place “not yet princess.” He slides his tongue in your ear, while fondling your breasts with his left hand, his right hand slides down and presses into your swollen bud.

“Fuck…I..” you stare at Fred so ready to finally touch him. Auston wraps both arms around you and stands up, he practically throws you onto the bed. You land on your stomach and stick your ass out to him. You feel his hand slap your ass causing you to yelp at the sting “not yet princess, turn over.”

You listen and roll over onto your back. Auston’s eyes are dark as he looks up and down you. He opens your legs and you stare at his naked body. Admiring his physique but also his tattoos, you are captivated staring at him, he notices and smiles at you making your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

He lays down hooking your legs around him, staring into your glistening cunt. He gently licks you three times before pushing his tongue inside you. His tongue is deep inside you, his nose pressed hard into your clit. He brings a thumb to start pressing circles on your clit as he licks your walls.

He curls his tongue inside you, and you are a mess, you squirm at the feeling and he throws an arm over your hips to hold you in place. Normally it would take longer for you to get there just from his tongue, but the previous two still has you on edge. His tongue is licking you and you can feel your third orgasm quickly approaching.

“Auston” you groan loudly, legs clamping around his head. He brings two fingers up and slips them into your ass. You gasp loudly as your head falls back into the pillow and rolls to the side, you look at Fred who is now naked and stroking himself. You see his thick cock, with salty precum dripping down it. Thick hand wrapped around it stroking up and down his harm member. You moan thinking about licking it up, putting him inside your mouth and sucking him dry.

Auston never moves his fingers, he leaves them deep inside you for the feeling, the stretching while he works on your pussy. Fred doesn’t see you staring, his eyes locked on his best friend sucking on your cunt. You watch a little longer, seeing his strokes increase in speed.

“Freddie” you groan, thinking of his dick so close to you, and what you want to do to it. Your mouth is watering, you can practically taste him on your tongue.

His eyes snap up to you and he grins, not stopping his motions. Auston chuckles below you but that only encourages him to go deeper and harder inside you.

“Fred” you moan lightly and he smiles. He knows you want it, but also that it’s his friend’s time. That he can look but not touch.

“Soon skat, soon you will wrap those pretty little lips around me” he says. His words throw you over the edge. Your legs spasm around Auston’s head, knuckles gripping his hair tightly as you feel your release. Your orgasm is intense causing you to squirt all over his mouth and face, you tremble around him but he doesn’t stop until you are finished.

He pulls his fingers out, and next lifts his face from your warm cunt. Both men are staring at you, Fred has stopped stroking himself.

“Wow” Auston says chuckling, his face drenched in your juices.

“Fuck, I’m sorry” you say to him.

Both men look to each other before back to you “never apologize for that” Auston says.

“That was so hot” Fred agrees and they both chuckle lightly.

Auston walks to the bathroom to get a towel to clean himself, Fred sits on the bed beside you “you are doing so well” he says stroking your hair. You place a hand on his thigh, pinky grazing his swollen tip. He brings his lips to your forehead “soon smuk” he whispers before returning to the chair as Auston walks back into the room.

Auston sits beside you and kisses you lightly “you are amazing” he whispers. His words alone almost pull your fourth orgasm from you. Something about his praise mixed with his assertion has you feeling so many things. Before you can relish in the words his lips are back on yours. It is soft and passionate kiss, your hand slides down to his hard shaft and you stroke it a few time.

“You ready for me?” he asks and you eagerly nod. He kisses you once more before pulling away slightly to kiss your forehead “hands and knees” he orders.

You crawl up higher on the bed, head near the headboard when Auston laughs. “No down here. Look at Fred so he can see your face.” You smile and oblige moving to position yourself to stare directly at Fred.

Auston stands behind you, his hands gripping your hips. You feel him toying at your entrance when a hand smack against your ass yet again. Fred laughs as he watches you jump slightly.

Auston quickly slides inside you, your juices from before providing an easy lubrication. He bottoms out your ass hitting his pelvis. You groan at feeling him hitting areas that haven’t been touched and you look down at the bed unable to keep your eyes open.

“No elskede, eyes up here. Let me watch you” Fred says lightly. You stare at him and see his hard cock, resting against his stomach. Auston begins to rock inside you, not giving you time to adjust he sets a steady pace causing you to groan loudly. He keeps his hands on your hips pulling you back onto him as you moan loudly.

“You’re so tight” Auston groans from behind you.

You fall onto your elbows, arching your back further for him. Reaching out in front of you, you grip the bedsheets tightly. Your body is filled with pleasure as you smile at Fred before they roll into the back of your head. You tightly clench the sheet as Auston bottoms out in you every time. Your moans and slapping noises fill the room.

Fred wraps his hand around his shaft and starts stroking himself again. You wish he was closer so it could be your hands wrapped around him. Your head falls to the mattress, unable to support yourself. Auston thrusts into you a few times, before he slows his pace. He reaches down and grabs your neck pulling you to his back.

His hand is wrapped around your neck, however he doesn’t squeeze it. Instead he uses it to hold you in place while he fucks you from behind.

“See what you’re doing to Fred?” he asks in your ear.

“Yes” you croak out watching as Fred strokes himself eyes locked on you. Watching your tits bounce every time his friend drives into you.

Auston’s other hand snakes to your clit and presses into it. Your head falls back to his shoulder, your eyes close.

“What do you want?” he asks.

You open your mouth but can’t respond as he keeps pushing inside you. He uses his hand to cup your chin making you look at Fred.

“Want to help him out?” he asks. You and Fred lock eyes before you see his throbbing cock.

“My mouth” you groan out as Auston keeps sliding in and out of you. “I can help with my mouth.”

Auston chuckles “I think he’d like that” he groans while rocking into you.

Fred walks over to the bed and Auston brings his hand back to your hip. Fred locks you in a sloppy kiss as Auston slowly moves inside you. Your hand slides down to stroke him a few times before Auston pushes your back, causing you to fall forward onto the bed.

Fred positions himself in front of you and you take him in your mouth. Auston is pulling you slowly back onto is dick as you take Fred in your mouth. He allows you to set a pace on him before his hips snap and he increases his pace.

You groan loudly and Fred grabs the back of your neck. He pulls you onto his cock, his pace following the one Auston has set. You know Fred isn’t going to last, he has been watching you and his friend for the last hour. He has been stroking himself, and you can tell his orgasm is close. You bring a hand to his ass and pinch him as he keeps fucking into your mouth.

Auston senses Fred is close and slows his pace so Fred can shoot down your throat. You bob on him a few times when both his hands grip your face holding you in place allowing you to suck him dry before he pulls out of your mouth.

As soon as Fred pulls out so does Auston, he lies on his back and you crawl up him. You use a hand to lift him to guide yourself on him when he stops you “turn around” he whispers.

You smile and turn to see Fred grinning “told him it’s your favourite” he winks before ducking into the bathroom for a minute. You sit on your knees, feet up by his sides. He helps guide you onto him as you lean forward and grip his large thighs.

You start using your legs to move up and down him. Auston has a perfect view of your ass as you slide up and down. Fred walks back into the room and sits on the edge of the bed watching you ride his friend.

You ride him, using your hips to control his cock. You thrust hard and then slow, grinding on him, he is in heaven. Using your knees to steady yourself as you bring your body up and down on his cock, watching as slides in and out of you.

You lean back placing a hand on Auston’s stomach feeling the curves of his muscles, your other begins massaging your breast. You hear one of the boys mutter a fuck but you aren’t sure what one. Auston grips your ass, your hand slides down to your clit. You moan out loudly with every thrust.

He pushes his hips, thrusting deeper inside than before. You moan loudly and know your orgasm will come quickly. You start chasing your high, pressing hard into your bud when Fred kisses you, his hand tangling into your hair.

You bring your hand from your clit and start stroking Fred as he groans into your kiss.

You can feel Auston getting sloppy, but you increase your pace. Fred’s large hand massages your breast pulling on your nipple rolling it through his thumb and index finger, his other hand turns its attention to your clit while Auston is gripping your ass. All that combined with his long dick pressing into your g-spot has you on the edge, waiting to fall off the cliff.

You can hear Auston say something, but you can’t focus on him chasing down your high. You scream out in pleasure still bouncing on Auston as Fred presses hard into your clit. You swear you can feel him hit your stomach with his length, the sounds around you fading into the background as you focus on one thing. Your release.

Fred sucks on your bottom lip and you feel yourself fill with warm cum. You stop moving as Auston thrusts a few more times, spilling deep inside you.

“Did you just –“ you start to ask Auston pulling away from Fred.

“I called out like 4 times” he explains. “You didn’t stop or get off. I’m so sorry (Y/N). Fred…man, I-“

“Don’t worry, I heard you” he says grinning and kissing you again holding you in place on his friend. “She was so close I thought we could get her there.”

He finally pulls you off his friend and you glare at him. “Frederik” you huff at him. You and Fred stopped using condoms but you hadn’t discussed it with Auston.

“Please I know you have wanted this since you played beer pong with him months ago. I know you have been imagining him while you fuck me. What it would feel like to be full of his cum.”

He kisses your neck “tell me I’m wrong” he mumbles in your ear.

You look at him, his light brown eyes staring at you. You open your mouth to talk, before you close it and think for a minute how to answer.

“You can’t say it because I’m right” he grins. He slips two fingers inside you and starts pumping them, Auston’s warm cum spills out around them.

“It’s okay skat” he says in your ear. “He can pull out next time if you want.”

“What?” you ask as his fingers press fully inside you. His thumb begins to press circles on your bud when you feel Auston’s breath on your ear “this was too much fun to just do once” he whispers as he helps you rock your hips on Fred’s fingers.

“Next time maybe he’ll let you finish first” Fred jokes turning his attention to his friend. Before you can answer Fred pulls you onto his hard member. He stretches you out, but you are wet from your juices and Auston’s cum still spilling out of you he slides in with ease.

You rise and drop on him a few times, hand tightly gripping his shoulders. He sucks a mark on your neck, his hands pulling you down on him.

Fred pushes you onto your back and pulls a knee up, wrapping his elbow under it. He pushes inside you, each thrust causes some of Auston’s warm cum to spill down your thigh. Auston brings a finger and wipes it up before bringing it to your mouth. You open your mouth and lick his finger clean.

Fred rocks his hips, quickly pushing inside you. Your head falls back to the bed as you groan loudly. Auston massages your breast, pinching your nipple while Fred thrusts hard inside you. Your hand snakes into Fred’s hair, digging into his neck.

“Come on smuk, I know you have to” Fred whispers to you.

“Let go princess Let us both watch as you fall apart” Auston mumbles in your ear. Your walls flutter at the Danish being whispered in one ear, and the new pet name being mumbled in your other.

“Ahh” you scream out. Your hand scratches down Fred’s shoulder and bicep. He keeps pressing into you, as you feel him getting sloppy. Auston moves his hand from your breast down to your clit and presses circles into you.

“Oh my god” you moan causing Fred to groan.

“Cum for Fred” Auston says to you. You come undone, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Fred continues to work you through it, as Auston pulls his hand away and brushes your hair.

“Fuck” you moan as it continues. It is the longest orgasm you have had, not just tonight but in your life. Every part of you is practically convulsing as you pulsate around Fred’s cock. You feel Fred’s dick twitch as he spills deep inside of you. After he has finished you have as well and he stops thrusting. Auston pulls you into his arm, brushing your hair slick with sweat from your face. Fred pulls out and falls to the other side of you, you wrap an arm around him.

His hand rests on your stomach, as Auston presses soft kisses into your temple. You snuggle in to his arm, while stroking up Fred’s.

Auston continues to place soft kisses on your temple as Fred soothingly strokes your stomach while his lips are pressed into your neck. You hand begins tracing the shape of Auston’s tattoo as you lay there for a few minutes catching your breath, both men holding you tight between their large bodies.

Fred is the first to move to the bathroom and he turns on the shower. While he is gone Auston turns you to look at him. You bring your hand to his cheek and stroke him before he places a soft and hesitant kiss on your lips.

“Thank you for this” he whispers. He kisses you once more, this time with a slight hesitation. It’s not until your hand runs back up his tattooed arm that he leans into it. His tongue swipes inside your mouth and you pull him down closer to yourself.

You expect him to be the first to pull away, instead he sinks into it a hand tangling into your hair. This kiss, this moment is unlike everything else you have experienced with him tonight. He easily could have pulled his clothes on and slipped out, but you get the impression he needs this. One last kiss.

Finally he pulls back and has a wide smile plastered on his face. With a quick peck on the cheek he pulls away and gets dressed and leaves the room. Turning to the door of the attached bathroom you see the large frame of Fred leaning against it. You don’t know what he saw but he grins, making his way to you. He picks you up, carrying you to the shower. He sets you on the shower bench and kisses you “be right back.”

A couple minutes later he returns and pulls you to your feet. He helps to clean you, and runs a finger over the marks on your body. “He really did a number on you eh” he laughs washing the shampoo from you.

After showering he helps you change and to bed. You realize that he changed the sheets and you both crawl into the freshly made bed. He runs his hands through your wet hair.

“Did you mean it?” you ask him looking up at him. “Next time?”

He looks down at you with golden brown eyes “if you want, yeah. Completely your choice” he says.

He continues running his hands through your damp hair as you shift tighter into his arm. Your heart rate slows and you lie there for a minute “I think I’d like that” you say before you doze off.

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Not A Leafs Fan, Part 2

Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

Requested: Yes – Anonymous

Tagging: @aw-hawkeye @caswinchester2000 @butcanijustnot @hockeybabe87

Fandom: NHL  

Relationship: Pre-Established; Auston Matthews x Reader

Summary: Auston laughed and shook his head before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “The entire city of Toronto and all the media will literally eat me alive if they find out that my girlfriend isn’t a Leafs fan, you do know that right?”

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: None.

Link to Part 1

Ever since that game, you and Auston had been texting a lot. He and the Leafs were on a western road trip, but as soon as he got back in Toronto, he asked you out, and you, after spending so many days texting and getting to know the guy, couldn’t say no.

More accurately, you couldn’t say yes fast enough and you couldn’t stop smiling since. Talking to Auston over the last few days, you started to get feelings for the guy. He was really sweet and funny and you really did want to spend more time with him and get to know him as Austonand notAuston Matthews™.

Auston took you to a nice restaurant for your date.

Ever since he sat down to talk to you at the coffee shop, he thought you were beautiful and funny and he wanted to get to know you and the more the two of you talked, the more those feelings grew for him.

Away on the road trip, he was texting you as much as he could, which did cause the boys (cough cough Mitch and Willy) to tease him about the sneaking texting and the smiles at the phone. They wanted to know what, or who, had snuck into Auston’s heart in the recent days.

Auston had given you his number because he wanted to see you again and texting you every day while he was away on the western road trip made him want to see you again so badly. Actually, Auston was still in Edmonton when he asked you out on a date, a real date, once he got back in Toronto.

And he cared about you. He didn’t know you long or that well really, but he wanted to, so he wanted to start things off on the right foot with you, so he took you to a nice restaurant.

After the two of you ordered, Auston leaned back in his chair, giving you a smile and you couldn’t help your small laugh as you shook your head.

Auston’s lips twitched and he leaned forwards to rest on his forearms. “What?”

You shook your head. “I just think it’s kinda funny that I’m on a date with the guys I would have considered to be my least favourite Leafs player.”

Auston’s jaw fell in a joking manner. “Really? I’m your least favourite?”

“Oh my god it’s Auston Matthews!”You mocked the fans and he laughed, nodded his head.

“Yeah, that’s fair.”

You gave him a soft smile. “If it means anything, you’re not my least favourite anymore.”

Auston laughed and pumped his arm in celebration. “I’ve gone from least favourite to favourite?” He asked hopefully.

You laughed. “I don’t know if I like you that much, Aus.” You teased, the shortened form of his name falling from your lips without second thought.

“I like that.” He said softly.

“What?” You whispered.

Auston reached across the table to touch your hand. “I like the way you say my name.” If it had been anyone else, it may have come off as creepy, but it was Auston and had such a soft intent.

You smiled at him and gave his hand a squeeze. “I like saying it.”

He paused and looked at you with a small smile and soft eyes. “You make me wonder how I ever managed to go on a date with me.”

“What?” You asked softly.

Auston shrugged. “I mean, I’m your least favourite Leaf—“

“Not anymore!” You cut him off with a laugh.

Auston laughed with you and nodded. “But I was, and you’re so…” He shook his head.

“I’m so what?” You laughed.

“Fucking gorgeous.” Auston laughed. “And smart and kind, and I really don’t know how I got you here.”

“If I remember correctly, I remember some nagging at the Air Canada Centre.” You reminded him.

Auston gave you an innocent expression. “I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“Uh huh.” You laughed.

“I’m glad I did.” He whispered after a moment.

“Me too.” You agreed. You knew you would have texted him after the game, even if he hadn’t called you out. But, if he didn’t call you out and made you laugh and gave the two of you that memory, there was a possibility that the two of you wouldn’t be there on that date.

And the date was amazing and both of you couldn’t wait to go on another one. Honestly, the more you and Auston talked, the more time the two of you spent together, the more it seemed like the two of you had known each other for years, not just a few weeks.

It was ridiculous in the best way.

For your second date, Auston took you ice skating at the Air Canada Centre long after the building was empty. The two of you had the whole place just to yourselves.

You guys played tag on the ice, which Auston had an unfair advantage of being a professional hockey player and 6’3, so he was able to stay out of your reach and tag you back soon after he allowed you to tag him.

Both of yours laughters bounced off the ice and neither of you could stop smiling the entire night.

Your game of tag came to a close when you reached out to tag him and he jerked to the side quickly and you nearly tumbled forwards. You would have fallen onto the ice if Auston had reached out and grabbed you, pulling you to his chest instead. It was the closest both of you had been since you met.

Auston looked at you with his soft brown eyes and brought a hand up to brush your hair out of your face. “Are you okay?” He asked softly.

You nodded your head.

Auston’s lips twitched into a small smile. “Good, I don’t want you getting hurt.”

You looked up at him, your eyes subconsciously bouncing down to look at his lips. That was enough of a sign for Auston as he slowly closed the distance between the two of you in a soft kiss, one hand gently cupping your cheek while the other was wrapped around your waist and your hands were pressed against his chest.

Auston pulled back from the kiss with a smile. “Is it too early for me to ask you to be my girlfriend?”

You shook your head, smiling. “I don’t think so.”

He laughed softly. “Then, will you be my girlfriend?”

You nodded. “I would love to.”

Auston easily scooped you up into his arms so he could spin you around in celebration, laughing as you screamed in surprise.

“As my girlfriend, you have to like the Leafs.” He said as he sat you back down onto the ice.

You laughed and shook your head before pulling out of his grip. “Nope. Not gonna happen. My team is the (team name), and not even you can change that, Auston Matthews!” You called as you skated away from him, causing him to laugh and wonder how he got so lucky.

After the skating date, Auston told the guys that he was dating someone, but you, much to their discontent, had yet to meet the team. Between classes and projects and the timing of practices and away games, things just lined up. (And it wasn’t like meeting the Leafs were really high on your to do list anyways).

It was a rare Saturday in which the Leafs were in Toronto but weren’t playing. When that happened, the guys usually got together to watch the other teams playing, but Auston blew them off to spend the night with you.

You went over to Auston’s that night. He thought he’d try to cook you some dinner. He got a simple recipe from his mom that he thought he could do, which you thought was sweet. After dinner, Auston thought that maybe the two of you would watch a movie or something like that.

That plan went out the window pretty quickly when you high jacked his TV to put hockey on.

Auston heard the familiar sound of hockey and stopped cooking, walking into the living room to see you holding the remote. He smiled to himself and shook his head. “(Favourite team)? Really? Babe, come on.”

You put the remote down and walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “I was coming back to help, I just thought I’d put the game on so we could listen to it.”

“Will I ever convert you?” Auston asked with a smile, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You pretended to think for a moment and shook your head. “Nope.”

Auston laughed and shook his head before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “The entire city of Toronto and all the media will literally eat me alive if they find out that my girlfriend isn’t a Leafs fan, you do know that right?”

You pushed yourself up to press a quick kiss to his lips. “I’m rooting for the Leafs and I’ll proudly wear your jersey, babe. Don’t worry.”

“Good.” Auston smiled before leaning down to press another kiss to your lips.

You melted into the kiss and brought your hand up to cup his check when you heard the familiar sound of the goal siren. Your team had scored. You quickly pulled away from the kiss and out of Auston’s arms to watch the replay, leaving Auston to walk back into the kitchen grumbling about how (favourite team) was “gonna get it next time I play them…”

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