#vince dunn prompt

[chukys-mouthguard]

smut #19 w vince dunn maybee??!? pls

Prompt: “I’m weak for you.” 

Note: um hi…can someone please explain how I never knew this gorgeous specimen of a man aka Vince Dunn existed? Cause wow 🥵 might have watched like 20 tik tok edits of him before writing this and now I’m down bad…thank you anon 🫶🏼

Warning: sexual content

“Fuck!” 

Vince cursed as he ran his hands through his hair, groaning as he’d lost yet another game of whatever it was he and his teammates spent hours playing every night. You never paid much attention, only knowing they shot at each other and were trying to be the last person standing to win. 

You didn’t mind hanging out while he spent a few hours playing his video games. Just enjoying being in his presence. But you’d be lying if you didn’t get some enjoyment out of the moans and curses that would leave his lips from time to time. Whether he realized it or not, they were hot. Point blank period. 

Each time another moan escaped his lips you’d feel yourself getting more hot and bothered. Squeezing your legs together as you could feel yourself getting wet just by the sound of his voice. 

Normally if Vince were online where he could be seen, you never sat in the room with him. But, tonight not being one of those nights, you figured you’d try your luck at getting him to call it quits early. 

Walking over you wrapped your arms around his neck, a soft moan escaping your lips as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. The kisses trailing down to his neck as he moaned against your touch, subconsciously tilting his head to give you better access. 

“Fuck…”

He cursed as his breath hitched in his throat. Your hands having moved down his chest and grazing over his crotch. Nothing the growing bulge in his sweats. He head falling back as you palmed him over the fabric. 

“Guys I don’t know how much longer I can play. I’m getting fucked tonight.” 

Trying not to chuckle at his choice of words, you made your way in front of Vince. Sinking to your knees as he stared at you with lust filled eyes. The muffles of his teammates in his headset as they were surely trying to convince him to play another round. 

He lifted his hips as he saw your hands making their way to his waistband, giving you easy access at pulling them down along with his boxers. Freeing his cock and earning a slight groan from him at the feeling. 

Looking over your shoulder you’d noticed they started another game, but you were already having your fun, so why stop now? 

Bringing his cock to your mouth, you slowly began licking up the sides before taking him in your mouth. “Holy shit…yeah no no I just sniped someone. All good.” 

Vince doing his best to not get too distracted, but as you deepthroated him that was proving to be harder than he imagined. 

“Fuck! Okay that’s it-“

He tossed off his headset as he exited his game, pulling you from you knees and into his lap. His lips finding yours, hungry and full of need. 

“God, someone decided to be a little naughty tonight huh?” 

He slapped your ass, adding emphasis to his words as he bit his lip. Grinding yourself against his cock you elicited another moan from him, never getting tired of the sound. 

“And someone didn’t really seem to want to stop me from acting on my impulses, huh?” 

Mocking his words playfully you locked your fingers in his hair as his hands traced up your back before he lightly tugged on your hair. 

“Mmm, what can I say? I’m weak for you.” 

You were practically dripping at this point. The way his words were laced with so much want, while still being cocky enough to not sound needy. 

Vince’s lips now covering your neck in kisses, mixed with the occasion bite. He was loving being able to touch you and not have to watch his words or control his noises. 

“God damnit-“ 

Vince’s phone buzzing on the table as he pulled his lips from you. 

“Hello? Yeah, no dude I’m literally getting fucked tonight. A little urgent, sorry.” 

Tossing his phone back on the table his fingers playfully teased at the waistband of your shorts. 

“Now, get these off so you can ride me baby.” 

[uluvjay]

List two prompt 26 with Vince Dunn please!?

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

Vince Dunn x Established relationship fem reader!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[hockeyboysimagines]

can u do 1 and 17 of the smutty prompts with vince dunn please 🙏🙏 ur writing is so good

I got a little carried away, but here you are anon. I hope you like it🤍

There was nothing to be ashamed about in terms of lack of sexual experience. You’d been preaching it for years, mostly to convince yourself that you actually believed it, but also because you wanted to make it seem like you willingly didn’t have any.

That was not the case.

It was a you problem more than anything else. You just could not find anyone who got you going and the only person who would was emotionally unavailable.

You knew Vince well, through Jordan and Lauren Eberle, that you guys had become fairly good friends. In the past year you’d been hanging out quite a bit and while you liked him a lot, he was a walking red flag.

Not that he was a bad guy, he was in fact the opposite. You’d not met many people as sweet and caring as he was. And that was exactly the problem.

It was damn near impossible to dislike him and even if he had been a colossal douche, you still wanted him. You’d never made a move, for fear that he’d recoil like you were some kind of repulsive bug. Guys like him didn’t bother with girls like you.

But you were jarred from your thoughts when Vince himself materialized at your elbow with a small smile “Hey! When did you get here?”

“Just a little bit ago I-“

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere! I need a beer pong partner, come on-“

He grabbed your hand and you sucked in a sharp breath as he towed you through the people in the Eberle’s back yard to where two pong tables had been set up. The last time they’d had a gathering, you and Vince won 9 straight games and you’d regretted all of them the next morning.

“No way!” Jared yelled pointing at you “I’m not playing against her! That’s an automatic loss.”

“Ah! No backing out now!” Vince picked up the ball and chucked it at him.

It was a loss, and a humiliating one at that. If there was one thing in life you dominated at, it was beer pong. After your third win, your party mood completely died and all you wanted to do was leave. You tapped Vince on the arm “Hey I’m gonna head out.”

His smile dropped and he slouched “What? Why?”

You shrugged and jingled your keys “Just not feeling it is all. I’m tired.”

“Well. I’ll come with you.”

“No you don’t have to just stay-“

“Nah. I wanna hang out. Come on.” He once again reached for your hand and you felt a little flutter as his fingers intertwined with yours. This was extremely unusual for you and you felt a little uncomfortable. It wasn’t often that guys held your hand and you couldn’t really even remember the last time.

“So what do you wanna do?” He asked as you walked to your car. You glanced at him and then down at your hand, which he was still holding and took a breath.

Hes drunk. It doesn’t mean anything you said in your head, hoping he couldn’t see the redness pooling in your cheeks.

“Oh idk, whatever.”

You guys ended up in his apartment, seated in front of the sofa and two large windows that overlooked Seattle.

“Are you okay?” He asked handing you a glass.

“Yeah why?”

He frowned “It seems like something is bothering you. You can talk to me you know.”

“It’s fine. It’s a ‘me’ problem.”

“Come on. We’re friends, tell me.” He leaned forward a little “Maybe I can help.”

You chuckled “No I don’t think so. It’s just-I don’t know. Gets old being single.”

“That’s what’s bothering you? Being single? I thought you didn’t want a boyfriend, or is that not what you said?” He furrowed his eyebrows in thought “I kind of remember you being in the ‘no sec’ mindset or am I wrong?”

“I didn’t say I was against sex. I just said I wasn’t having any, and not because I don’t want to.”

“I don’t follow.” He shook his head and took a sip of his drink “If you want to have it you should, and don’t come at me with any nonsense about guys not wanting to date you, because it’s not true.”

“That’s not the problem. I don’t want to date them therefore I’m not having sex.”

He paused eyebrows raising as he glanced at you “Wait are you a virgin?”

“No I’m not a virgin, I’m just not…experienced is all.”

He stared at you blankly “But like…what do you mean?”

Your face was burning from the alcohol but mostly the embarrassment of having this conversation with anyone but especially him.

“I’ve had sex okay. Once and-“

His mouth fell open and he let out a breath “Once? Bullshit.”

You shook your head “No really but it-“

“Lemme guess.” He said holding up a hand with an eye roll “There was no orgasm.”

You looked at your feet and shook your head responding with a very small “No.”

He shook his head “Fucking figures.”

“What?”

“Just a guy thing. Most guys don’t really give a shit if their partner orgasms or not, just themselves. And it pisses me off that someone treated you that way. If you were my girl, I’d make sure you did every time.”

You coughed and crossed your legs “Well. As nice as that is it’s not your problem it’s mine.”

“I mean.” He looked out the window “It could be my problem. If you want it to be.”

When you didn’t answer he continued “Maybe i could give you your first.”

Your mouth fell open “I’m sorry what?”

“Why not? We’re friends. You’re hot.”

“You think I’m hot?”

“I have eyes don’t I? Of course I think you’re hot.” He rested a hand on your leg and leaned forward “And I wanna do this.”

You glanced at the large floor to ceiling windows and then back at him “Really? right here? you know people are going to see us...”

“So? Let them look.” He leaned forward suddenly, lips pushing right up against yours. You froze for a minute, shocked, until you felt his tongue swipe across your lower lip, and you melted like butter, kissing him like you’d never kissed a guy before. You felt dazed as one of his hands came up to thread through your hair. There was nothing that you’d experienced that even came close to kissing Vince. In fact you were so distracted by it you didn’t even realize that he was leaning you back on the sofa, tugging at your shirt. In no time, he had you down to nothing, right in front of the windows, where you were sure all of Seattle could see, but you didn’t care. Your breath felt heavy as he shed his boxers and settled himself between your legs, pressing a kiss to the base of your throat.

“Ready?” He breathed in your ear.

Unable to speak you nodded, eyes sliding closed as he eased in. You let out a long breath you didn’t know you’d been holding in as a wave of pleasure swept through you, and your head fell back as you arched up off the bed.

He pulled out and pushed back in, soon finding a rhythm. Your whole body felt like it was a live wire, nearly ready to catch fire. He bottomed out, and you let out a strangled moan, tensing up momentarily at the small ache of pain, and then loosening up again.

“You’re doing so good love” he said leaning down to kiss you again.

You felt a warmth begin to pool in your abdomen and your body started to shake. He smiled widely and started to push faster.

An orgasm, or at least you thought that’s what it was, washed over you in waves of euphoria and your eyes closed and you let out a long, low, throaty noise as it did, nails digging into his shoulders. His breath was warm on your neck as his pushes slowed down, and his head fell forward. You were a sweaty, shaky mess as he pulled out and leaned back, handing you a blanket to cover yourself with.

“So?” He asked smiling at you “How was your very first orgasm?”

You opened your mouth and then closed it finding the words after a minute “It was great, but I think my second one could be even better.”

Vince smiled and leaned forward to kiss you.

Maybe being inexperienced wasn’t so bad after all.

[claireelle18]

Lucky Charm

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Daddy?” The toddler questioned her mama.

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

“Yay! I promise you’ll have fun!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[cellythefloshie]

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So this, this snuck up on me a lot faster than I had anticipated. 500 of you? Following me? Crazy. It seems I have blinked and it happened so I'm going to be doing something a little different for the celebration this time - because I swear I just posted the last of my 300 follower appreciation.

Inspired by @senditcolton 's Hozier prompt list (she did such an amazing job with it and her blurbs so go check them out), I have made a prompt list of my favorite songs from a variety of artists. There are 10 songs, which means only 10 blurbs (which will probably be more along the lines of tiny fics compared to the blurbs I did for the 300-follower celebration). Headlining are my favorite lyrics, here is the Spotify playlist with all of the songs for you to enjoy.

Submit your claim for a specific lyric paired with a player (make sure to read my rules regarding who I write for before you submit). It is on. first come first serve basis for the sake of my own sanity because I know if I do more than 10 I'll still be writing them when I hit my next milestone. The list will be updated as the requests are received. *Prior to posting I shared my prompt list with some friends who wanted to assure Vince Dunn got his prompt. Therefore he will not be eligible for any prompt except for the one that has already been decided for him: Prompt 3, Can't Fight the Moonlight.

;; 500 Follower Celebration

The Night We Met - Nico Hischier I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you.

Delicate - Freddie Andersen Phone lights up my nightstand in the black, come here; you can meet me in the back.

Can't Fight the Moonlight - Vince Dunn If you think that you won't fall, well just wait until the sun goes down.

Tainted Love - Ross ColtonI've got to get away from the pain you drive into the heart of me.

So Good - Adam Lowry Do I think about the one that got away? I know his name, I think about him every day.

Boyfriend - Mat Barzal What are the chances? Everyone's dancing, and he's not with you.

I Wanna Be Yours - Brandon HagelSecrets I have held in my heart are harder to hide than I thought.

I Ain't Worried - Anthony Beauvillier I don't know what you've been told, but time is running out, no need to take it slow.

Everybody Talks - Gabe Landeskog It started with a whisper, and that was when I kissed her.

Drops of Jupiter - Dallas Star of My Choice 👀 Jake Oettinger Was it everything you wanted to find, and did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?

And as always I'm going to wrap up this appreciation to shout out all of the lovely writers and readers who are such an important part of my little community! Every single one of them is talented and is just the sweetest of people so if you for some reason do not follow them already please do so.

@hagelpoint-3821 @starshine-hockey-girl @callsign-denmark @hischierdevils @wyattjohnston @laurenairay @luvmmarner @swissboyhisch @behoright @claireelle18 @midnightsnyx @snugglyducklingbrewhouse @manrocket-mo @txstars @senditcolton @equallyshaw @mp0625 @comphy-and-cozy @hoesforthecanes @puckmaidens @hockeyboysimagines @stlbluesbrat21 @iamveryborrrreddd

And I know I probably missed A LOT of people, so please be sure to check out @cellysbookshelf because I do my best to reblog all of the wonderful fics I read from this community that I couldn't be happier to be a part of.

[marvelobsessed134]

In this post I will talk about everything to do with requests.

I don’t respond to vague requests meaning ones like “Nikki and a breeding kink” I need some more details especially if I’m going through writers block ykwim 😭

How to request:

Click on the button of my page that says “ask me anything 🤍” and submit an ask either publicly or anonymously. Here you will be able to write and request anything your heart desires.

My favorite people/characters to write for are: Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Kate Bishop, Dwayne and Paul from TLB, Tommy Lee, Nikki Sixx, Vince Neil, Mick Mars, Tom Keifer, Eric Brittingham but I of course love to write for the other people listed below 🩷

Who/what I write for:

Bands/rockstars:

Motley Crue (all members)

Tom Keifer

Eric Brittingham

Gene Simmons

Tommy Thayer

Paul Stanley

Guns N Roses (all members)

Blackie Lawless

Kirk Hammett

James Hetfield

Courtney Love

Kurt Cobain

Dave Grohl

Elvis Presley

Joan Jett

Lita Ford

Bret Michaels

Jani Lane

Stephen Pearcy

Robin Crosby

Sebastian Bach

Peter Steele

Kenny Hickey

Dave Mustaine

Celebrities:

Actors of the marvel characters I write for

Taylor Swift

Lana Del Rey

Pamela Anderson

Cindy Crawford

Michael B Jordan

Sabrina Carpenter

Chappell Roan

Kacey Musgraves

Marvel men:

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Peter Parker (Tom Holland and Andrew Garfield only)

Tony Stark

Thor Odinson

Marvel women:

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Carol Danvers

Valkyrie

Kate Bishop

Yelena Belova

Kamala Kahn (Platonic only)

Jennifer Walters

Peggy Carter

Daisy Jones and The Six:

Daisy Jones

Billy Dunne

Karen Sirko

Warren Rojas/Rhodes

Stranger Things:

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Robin Buckley

Eddie Munson

The Lost Boys:

Paul

Dwayne

Star

DCEU:

Harley Quinn (Margot Robbie)

Misc characters:

Elaine Parks (The Love Witch 2016)

Elvira, Mistress Of The Dark

Nancy Downs (The Craft 1996)

Gloria (Modern Family)

Barbie (Barbie 2023)

Ken (Barbie 2023)

Count Dracula (Dracula 1931)

Edward/Master Gracey (Haunted Mansion 2003)

Topics/prompts I DON’T write about:

Dom!Reader

Age regression/play

Piss kink

Switch!reader

Suicide (whether that be self harm or the act itself)

Body image/EDs/Body insecurities

G!PReader

Angst without a happy ending

Male reader (female reader only)

OCs (I do not write for any original characters that aren’t mine or reader with a face claim)

Male on male sex. I will write MMF threesomes though

Anyways, my requests are always open, so ask away! Also just because my requests are open does not mean I’m going to do your request. It is a request not a demand <3 sometimes I simply just don’t want to write a prompt cause I don’t like it or whatever

[leafsbabe]

𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐟𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡

𝐡𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐬, as you might have guessed from the title i hit a pretty big follower milestone at the beginning of the month and thought we could have some fun with it! i still can’t believe there are four fucking thousand of you following this silly little blog, i love you all so much! send me a player and a number and get something nice xoxo

𝟏𝟏𝟏 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - send me a player and a song (or just a player and i’ll pick a song i think fits them) and i’ll write you a little something for them

𝟐𝟐𝟐 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 - send me a player and a prompt and i’ll make you a little insta au

𝟑𝟑𝟑 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 - send me fic recs, blogs to check out, just things that need a little love

𝟒𝟒𝟒 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - send me a player and i’ll write you a boyfriend headcanon for him

𝟓𝟓𝟓 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 - send me a player and i’ll write you a dad headcanon for him

𝟔𝟔𝟔 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭 - send me any ask game, fuck - marry - kill, who’d you rather, players and a prompt for me to rate...

𝟕𝟕𝟕 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤 - send me a player and get a smutty headcanon, be it a sex headcanon, nsfw alphabet, maybe even a breeding kink... you can request a specific one or just let me pick

𝟖𝟖𝟖 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - send me a player and i’ll make you an aesthetic/moodboard for him

𝟗𝟗𝟗  𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 - send me a player and a prompt and i’ll write you a little blurb, can be fluffy or smutty, whatever your little heart desires

blurbs will probably be around 500 words & things will get posted towards the end of the month and early april , requests are closed ♡

♡ Kirill Kaprizov - nsfw alphabet

♡ Quinn Hughes - breeding kink headcanon

♡ Elias Pettersson - insta au

♡ Jeremy Swayman - nsfw alphabet

♡ Colton Parayko - moodboard

♡ Colton Parayko - insta au

♡ William Nylander & Auston Matthews - insta au

♡ Owen Power - nsfw alphabet

♡ Luke Hughes - nsfw alphabet

♡ Leon Draisaitl - boyfriend headcanon

♡ Vince Dunn - blurb

♡ Luca Fantilli - sex headcanon

♡ Jordan Kyrou - breeding kink headcanon

♡ Lucas Raymond - boyfriend headcanon

♡ Nathan MacKinnon - song blurb

♡ Alex Turcotte - nsfw alphabet

♡ Andrei Svechnikov - song blurb

♡ Morgan Rielly - breeding kink headcanon 

♡ Mat Barzal - blurb

♡ Brady Skjei - boyfriend headcanon

[wildrangers]

1989 (From the Vault) /Hockey Writing Challenge

Hi y’all! I had an anon ask about more hockey writing I had up my sleeve (answer: not much) and I’d also been thinking about doing a little challenge for myself. I love the vault tracks from 1989 (TV) so I’m going to do a little mini challenge for myself. I’ll leave this open for the weekend and if no one responds (because I feel like I’m shouting into the void lol) I’ll just plug different guys in and DIY it. Im basically using each song as a prompt for myself so I guess we’ll see what this ends up looking like! If you want to send in someone for a specific track, send a message or ask 🫶🏻

“Slut!” / William Nylander

Say Don’t Go / Ryan Lindgren

Now That We Don’t Talk / Vince Dunn

Suburban Legends / Trevor Zegras

Is It Over Now? / Auston Matthews

[ao3feed-hockey]

writing challenge compilation

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/jAO4B3K

by mendeshoney

"apricity - the warmth of the sun in the winter + cafune - the act of running your fingers through the hair of someone you love" with andrei svechnikov

Words: 5915, Chapters: 8/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Andrei Svechnikov, Nico Hischier, Mathew Barzal, Tyson Jost, Vince Dunn

Relationships: Andrei Svechnikov/Original Female Character(s), Andrei Svechnikov/Reader, Nico Hischier/Original Female Character(s), Nico Hischier/Reader, Mathew Barzal/Original Female Character(s), Mathew Barzal/Reader, Tyson Jost/Original Female Character(s), Tyson Jost/Reader, Vince Dunn/Original Female Character(s), Vince Dunn/Reader

Additional Tags: Writing Exercise, Writing Prompt

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/jAO4B3K

[crownrots]

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BALDUR'S GATE 3 ──

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Aerona Zonvasses - tag | ♡ shadowheart

Marik Thayer - tag | ♡ astarion

Varyamë of the Lythari - tag | ♡ lae'zel

CALL OF DUTY ──

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Drew Guidry - tag | ♡ helen espinoza

Holly McDowell - tag | ♡ esteban rojas

Alessandro Messina - tag | ♡ marnie daniels

CYBERPUNK 2077 ──

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Vianna Salvatore - tag | ♡ jamie valentino

DAYS GONE ──

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Terrence Walker - tag | ♡ regina angeli

Richie Scott - tag | ♡ beckett estrada

DC ──

Eloise Rigby - tag | ♡ adrian chase

Yvette Maxwell - tag | ♡ sunny santoso

FALLOUT ──

Archie Atkinson - tag | ♡ tris monroe

Emmett Turner - tag | ♡ kitty

Eddy Sayer - tag | ♡ claudia maris

FALLOUT (PRIME) ──

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FAR CRY ──

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Jaxx Ackerson - tag | ♡ jojo

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HOUSE OF THE DRAGON ──

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Myra Ryger - tag | ♡ gwayne hightower

Cassian Lannister - tag | ♡ lorenza martell

Grimm Harmlet - tag | ♡ nymora sand

MCU ──

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MIDNIGHT MASS ──

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RED DEAD REDEMPTION II ──

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RESIDENT EVIL ──

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SCARLET HOLLOW ──

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Jack Haggerty - tag | ♡ stella richmond

STAR WARS ──

Amara - tag | ♡ owen yonhatt

STRANGER THINGS ──

Patricia Upton - tag | ♡ jim hopper

Avery Slaughter - tag | ♡ eddie munson

THE LAST OF US ──

Rian Mccormick - tag | ♡ mari cross

Teagan Montgomery - tag | ♡ xavier cruz

Mason Novak - tag | ♡ raquel quint

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Savannah Alpert - tag | ♡ calum jackson

Mark Hudson - tag | ♡ gladys page

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Perry James - tag | ♡ johnny slaughter

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Iris - tag | ♡ leslie astor

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Cindy Ward - tag | ♡ /

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THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE ( 2000S) ──

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Eliza O'Rourke - tag | ♡ nix

Daisy Dunn - tag | ♡ /

Winnie Madison - tag | ♡ dominic cross

Emmett Turner - tag | ♡ lola

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Nina Bird - tag | ♡ william bird | ♡ adam du mortain

Eleanore Greene - tag | ♡ farah hauville

Agatha Elwood - tag | ♡ mason

[prettyboybarzal]

“Am I your Lock Screen?” With Vince ?

Vince liked to keep his personal life private, which you completely understood given his level of fame in St. Louis. He liked to keep everything quiet and on the down low. He didn’t want the outside world to feel like they had a say in his life. But, it was hard to gauge how he was feeling when he acted so distant. You knew he liked spending time with you, but how seriously was he really taking your relationship?

You’d told all your friends about him. He’d even made his debut on your close friends story on Instagram, so your relationship was somewhat public knowledge on your end. On his, however, it seemed like he was still the same single Vince that used to have girls falling at his feet. So, you thought it was justified to feel wary about whether or not he was still playing the field.

“I’m going to get the last of the groceries,” he spoke, placing his phone on the counter beside you before jogging out to the car for the last few bags. Suddenly, the screen lit up with a text from Sammy and you caught sight of the photo that lay beneath his notifications. You leaned over and pressed the home button to get another look at it just as he reentered the room.

“Am I your lock screen?” you asked playfully. He turned around immediately, lunging over to grab the phone from the counter and shove it in his pocket. 

“No.”

“That’s a lie, Vince,” you argued. “Show me!”

He rolled his eyes defiantly and tried to step away, but you were on him in a second, one hand slipping into his pocket to retrieve the phone. He groaned as you pulled it out and the screen lit up again. Then, he cleared the notifications for you. 

The photo was a screenshot of your private Snapchat story from just weeks before. You were laying in his bed, giggling through an onslaught of kisses to your throat and cheeks and lips, while Vince snapped a picture of the sweet moment. He watched as a blush bloomed across your cheeks and felt his own cheeks do the same before locking his phone and shoving it away. 

“I didn’t know you were into me like that,” you tried to joke, though he could sense a little bit of sadness to your voice. He sighed, running a hand through his hair as his other wrapped around your wrist to pull you into his chest.

“I am so into you,” he spoke. You rolled your eyes and pushed away from him just slightly only for him to tug you closer. “You doubt that?”

“No, it’s just that sometimes you’re so private,” you said quietly, gaze unsure as you shifted it to him. The corners of his lips turned down. “Almost a bit secretive.”

“Me? Secretive?” he asked. You laughed at his shocked tone of voice, though it was a bit humorless, and he pouted. “I’m kidding. I know that I’m not super open about our relationship. I just worry that outside factors might not be so kind to us. I like having you all to myself.”

“I guess I just worry that people would assume your single,” you murmured. “Or that you don’t think we’re serious enough to claim.”

“We are serious enough.”

“Well, we know that.”

“Okay, you know what?” he asked, pulling his phone out. You watched him click onto Instagram and post the same photo from his phone’s background to his story with the caption: My girl. “I’m all in and everyone should know that. You deserve to know that.”

He clicked send and up the photo went to his thousands of followers. He leaned in and kissed you softly before glancing back at the food cluttering his counter.

“Let’s start cooking, baby. I’m starved.”

—

You can request from this list!!! (Or you can just send me an idea and I can write up a lil blurb)

[blueskrugs]

Party Time | Vince Dunn

this was another one that was supposed to happen last week, and clearly that did not happen. sorry again. congratulations @poltoncarayko​ you have the honor of being the only Vince request before I took him off my list. this, like many things, was borne somewhat out of a conversation with @robthomissed​. enjoy some of our favorite soft dumbass. the working title for this was “whatever emma’s request was” because I got lazy

37. team Christmas party

length: 620 words

Vince was drunk. 

It wasn’t the first time it had happened, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. The problem was Vince is a soft, cuddly drunk, and you were still at the team holiday party.

It had started out innocently, except no peace ever lasts when the Blues boys are together with no actual adult supervision. (With Petro gone and Steener retired, the voice of reason often fell to Colton, who, admittedly, was nothing compared to the combined wills of the younger guys and their idiocy.) 

Someone had passed both of you drinks as soon as you were through the door and coats were off, and soon Vince was flitting around annoying teammates, on his second or third glass of wine. That was fine. You kept an eye on your boyfriend as he ate and drank, but he was still harmless, if a little loud. 

Then someone broke out the Cards Against Humanity. Someone had collected all the expansion packs, including the holiday ones, so everybody was rounded up, new drinks were poured, and cards were dealt. Sammy and Vince sat next to each other and kept showing each other their cards and giggling. Bortz was a master of playing cards that always made everyone laugh, even if they didn’t fit the black card. Any round Colton won and then had to judge immediately turned into “play the crudest cards possible to try and make him blush.” It was Justin Faulk, though, who was excellent at the game, always picking the perfect card for each round. Always watch out for the quiet ones. 

You weren’t counting, exactly, but you were pretty sure he’d had at least another glass of wine and a Bud Light. (Which, gross.) He was louder than usual, which meant he was well past tipsy and on his way to properly drunk.

You were talking to Kelsey when Vince came over and draped himself over you. He’d gotten ahold of another beer somewhere since the last time you’d seen him only a few minutes ago. 

“How you doin’, bud?” you asked. Vince pressed his face into your neck.

“‘M hungry,” he said.

You and Kelsey laughed. You nudged Vince in the direction of the kitchen, where there was still plenty of food, but he dragged you with him. You watched as he grabbed three cookies, eagerly biting the head off a gingerbread man. When you raised an eyebrow at him, he offered one of the cookies to you.

Twenty minutes later found you sitting on the couch, Vince sprawled out across your lap, his head on your legs and his feet on Sammy’s lap down the couch from you. Pear snorted when he saw you running your fingers absently through Vince’s hair.

“Yeah, and he says living with Sammy is like having a pet,” he said, shaking his head at both of you.

The party was winding down around you, everyone tipsy and tired, warm and full of junk food. You were half-waiting for VInce to start purring or something, the way his eyes were half-closed and he let out a happy noise every once in a while. He stretched and nudged Sammy with his foot.

“Hey, hey. Sammy.” 

Sammy grabbed Vince’s ankle and sighed. “What?”

“You know I love you, right, bud?”

Sammy giggled. “Yeah, Dunner, I know.”

Vince reached up to poke your face then. He was possibly aiming for your nose, but ended up closer to your eye. “And you, too,” he said.

“Exactly how much did you drink tonight?” you asked. 

Vince pouted at you. “Say it back,” he whined.

You laughed. “I love you, too, Vince,” you told him, running your fingers through his hair again. He hummed happily. “Now let’s get you home.”

[princessphilly]

Will you do Babyface - Two Occasions for Vince Dunn if not taken already! xo 😘

'Cause every time I close my eyes, I think of you

And no matter what the season nears, I still love you

With all my heart and I wanna be with you

Wherever you are - Babyface - Two Occasions

It wouldn’t be a lie that you didn’t have high expectations for this day. 

You had only been seeing Vince for about a month. There really wasn’t a label on your relationship except for maybe “friends who fuck.” So the idea of getting a fancy gift for Valentine’s Day wasn’t something you were expecting for Vince. Plus, the Blues were playing on the west coast, so you really didn’t think he would get you anything. Your daddy always sent you a huge bouquet anyway so you had the extravagant gift category already set. But, you would love to have received anything from Vince if the Blues were in town.

So when you came home from work, you were surprised to see two huge bouquets. Your dad had sent you a bouquet with your favorite flowers, peonies and marguerite daisies. The other bouquet was full of pink and red roses with a note attached. You opened the letter, feeling bemused. Then you sighed as you read it. 

You’re the only one I think of when I go to sleep and when I wake up. I miss you. Happy Valentine’s Day - Vince

Maybe there was more going on between you than you had wanted to admit.

[miracleonice87]

8 w dunn!

from the evermore prompt list

“I know I’m just a wrinkle in your new life / Staying friends would iron it out so nice” - closure

“Can we at least stay friends?”

At Vince’s words, you hurled one of his worn sweatshirts forcefully to the floor, where a crumpled heap of similar articles lay.

“Oh, you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” you spat hatefully as you whipped his way. “You’d love to be able to tell everybody that we’re still friends. Well, quick newsflash for you here, Vince, we’re not friends. In fact, I think we’re pretty much the furthest thing possible from friends. I never thought I’d say this, but I’m pretty sure I hate you.”

You threw the last line at him with a dry, distressed chuckle, watching as his green eyes flickered from sadness to confusion to disbelief as you spoke.

Welcome to my world, you thought to yourself.

As you turned back to your closet to finish ridding it of all remnants of Vince’s wardrobe, he ran a hand through his hair and shook his head, wishing he could find some magical rewind button to press.  

You felt physical pain as you ripped your favorite “Dunn” jersey from a hanger and discarded it onto the growing pile of clothing — even the shape of the letters on the back of the jersey made you ache.

“Can- can we just talk calmly about this? Please?” Vince begged, watching you shake out a garbage bag to stuff his belongings into. “This is just all… this is happening so fast. I don’t know how we got here. I don’t feel like we’re getting any closure here—“

“Closure?” you scoffed. “Is that a fucking joke, Vin?”

He blinked repeatedly and it occurred to him that you had never before spoken his nickname in such fury. What was worse, he realized, was that you very well may never speak his nickname again from this moment on.

“You might need closure, but I sure as hell don’t,” you spoke, your voice wavering despite your best efforts to keep it even. “I got all the closure I needed the moment I saw that text from her flash across your screen. It was over then, and I knew it. I don’t need your closure.”

Vince looked down at his feet, guilt and remorse and frustration washing over him at once as he recalled his gravest mistake once again. A fellow gamer he’d met only virtually through his streaming had begun texting him regularly in the last six weeks or so, and instead of distancing himself from her, he entertained it. He allowed himself to bask in her attention, in the affectionate texts she sent his way. The conversations were fairly innocent, but as Vince found himself smirking at the girl’s messages more and more, he realized it was going too far. Yet, he didn’t put a stop to it, and messages were soon being exchanged all day, every day.

Then, in the point of no return, Vince left his phone on the bathroom counter while he showered, and, when you popped into the bathroom to brush your teeth before work, you saw a particularly flirty text appear on his screen. Your heart split in two, and when you left the bathroom with wet eyes and without a word, Vince knew exactly what had just happened, wishing desperately that he could take it all back because nothing — nothing — was worth losing you.

And so, as you stood in front of him and kicked the trash bag his way, Vince repeated the words he’d uttered at least a hundred times since that fateful morning.

“I’m sorry.”

You rolled your eyes, arms crossed, exhausted of hearing the empty remark.

“You know what, Vince? Save it. Don’t stand here and pull the puppy dog eyes and beg for forgiveness,” you told him. “Take your things and go. Please. That’s the best thing you can do for me.”

You refused to meet his gaze, and as much as he hated himself for it, Vince still couldn’t think of a single damn thing he could say to save himself, to save what the two of you had. It wasn’t right, what he’d done to you, no matter the fact that nothing physical had happened between him and the girl, not even close.

He loved you so fucking much — he knew he always would — and he cursed the fact that he had let the stupidest mistake cost him everything.

Cost you everything. 

[mattytkachuk]

“Is this really necessary?” & "Do you want me to stop?" (:

from my high school trince au. featuring Elvis Merzlikins because it’s my au.  --- Tristan Jarry was, quite pointedly, not gay. He didn’t have anything against being gay; two of his best friends were. Maybe one of those two included Vince, who Tristan found himself staring at more than once or twice. Not in a gay way, but just an “I acknowledge that my bro is cute” kind of way.  He had never really thought about this, because why would he? His life was simple. He would wake up, Elvis would pick him up for school (Tristan’s truck broke down about a month ago), they’d pick Vince up, and then the day would start. Even though he had plenty of friends from his team, he still elected to hang out with those two, because sometimes the boys were loud and not always very nice. He was of the quiet type, anyway.  Now that the three were in their senior year, they were approved to leave school for lunch, which certainly was saving Tristan the “why do you hang out with those two weirdos?” conversation from his team. And sometimes he liked to get away. After school, he had hockey practice usually. If Vince and Elvis had nothing better to do, they’d stick around and watch from the bleachers, sometimes playfully booing him.  Tristan liked this setup. Just the three of them. It hadn’t always been like that, of course. It had been Vince and Tristan since primary school, the two growing up as neighbors (though Tristan had moved a few blocks away since then, which caused a little 8 year old Vince to cry for about two hours straight). Elvis had only been a recent addition, making them a trio in their first year of high school. Both the boys felt a little bad, because he mostly spoke Latvian (and Italian and Russian), but not much English. So, they taught him all the important things, and he taught them how to swear quite vulgarly.  It was an easy routine, in any case. But Teddy Blueger... Teddy Blueger did not think so. He was a friend of Elvis’, but Tristan knew him from hockey mostly. It was usually hard to distract Tristan in the net (Matt would kill him if he screwed up, probably, if Sid didn’t get him first), but Vince had some powers. He didn’t even have to do anything; he didn’t need to chirp him too hard or cheer too loud, but it was enough when, at practice thank god, Tristan looked over and saw the way Vince’s eyes were crinkling above his dimples, and even though it was too loud to actually hear his laugh, it rang through his head like a melody. He had that sound memorized, alright. So when Teddy Blueger came crashing into the netminder, who was not paying attention up until that point, he had some opinions. “Man, can you keep your eyes off your boyfriend long enough for us to get through practice? The last thing we need is an hour-long lecture from Sid, which would be thanks to you.” At first Tristan thought his misheard him, because Teddy sometimes had a thick accent on certain words, so his brain registered “best friend” and not “boyfriend”. But when, finally, he realized, no, Teddy said boyfriend, his eyes about bugged out of his head. “My-? No, he’s not... Vince and I... We’re-” Teddy cut him off with a laugh, shaking his head. “I didn’t even say which one I was talking about. It’s okay, Jarrs. I won’t tell.” Teddy left him with a wink and a whole lot of confusion, and probably a face the color of a rose, but Tristan couldn’t tell for sure.  --- Vince was sleeping on his floor tonight. He had plans to hang out with Elvis (Tristan was only a little jealous that they were going to hang out without him), but Elvis got invited to some party and both of them knew that wasn’t Vince’s scene. So he walked, all the way from his house to Tristan’s, just to throw rocks at his window on a schoolnight.  The two never had the issue of where who was going to sleep. When Tristan was younger, he had a bunkbed, but as he outgrew that and moved to a larger bed, Vince just migrated to the spot next to him, neither of them ever feeling that he should have to sleep on the floor. So there that lay, looking up at the ceiling, finally having calmed down from a brief bickering about Tristan being left out. “Don’t know why you care so much, not like you don’t have other friends.” Vince muttered, which was just like him to bring the issue back up even when it was done. Tristan rolled his eyes. “But we’re a team. It was always me and you. Why is it different now?” He whined, poking Vince in his ribs a little bit. Vince sat up, exhaling deeply. He appeared to be thinking about what he was going to say, which Tristan knew was never a good sign. “I’m just getting ready for the day when you’re going to leave, you know?” Which- okay, Tristan wasn’t expecting that. Vince started up before he could ask what he meant. “All three of us know you’re going to make it to the show, man. I don’t play hockey and hell, I don’t even know what I want to do with the rest of my life. You have it all ahead of you. And you’re going to go off to some big city and I’ll still be sitting here watching you on TV. But that’s all it’s going to be. And for the past, what, 13 years? You’ve been by my side. But I need to get ready for the day when you won’t be there anymore, because it’s inevitable.” If Tristan looked close enough, he could see some tears in Vince’s eyes, but they weren’t falling. He knew Vince, he wasn’t going to let them. His mind was racing. There were a million things he wanted to tell him right now. How he wanted to take him with him to whatever city he went off to, how he wanted Vince to be there every step of the way. And maybe that was too much to ask. To ask someone to leave their life behind to follow you to the end of the earth- how does he even ask that to a 17-year-old? How could he expect him to make that decision?  “I love you, Vince,” He finally settled on, surprising even himself. He didn’t even know how he meant it. Of course he loved Vince, they had known one another since the beginning of, well, everything. Most people said they were as close as brothers, but that didn’t sit right with Tristan. It was something more and- oh god, Teddy was right. Before he could stop himself, and his only thought was that Vince was already upset so what did he have to lose, he followed the statement up. “Like, love love you.” After a moment of silence, Vince burst out laughing. “Great, so now I’m a joke to you.” He was about to stand up and leave, but Tristan grabbed his wrist and pulled him back down. Vince stared at him with wide, green eyes, and Tristan knew he was done for. So he kissed him.  Much to his surprise, Vince kissed back, but only for a moment before he was pulling away. “Is this really necessary?” He asked, almost as if he still didn’t believe Tristan was serious.  “Do you want me to stop?” He raised a brow at him, to which Vince immediately shook his head. So Tristan leaned back in and kissed him again, and properly this time. When the two finally broke apart for air, Tristan smiled at him. “I’m not leaving you, dumbass.” He promised, lacing his fingers with Vince’s. Vince giggled, resting his forehead on Tristan’s. “You really couldn’t have told me you were into me sooner?” He asked him, rubbing their noses together.  “I only just figured it out,” Tristan admitted, a small laugh escaping past his lips.”Literally, like maybe 5 seconds before I kissed you.” “Took you long enough,” Vince muttered before pulling him back in for just one more of many.

[slafkovskys]

31 and 28 with Vince Dunn omg please

28. “make me.”

31. “stop biting that fucking lip.”

the club lights flashed in quick succession as you were escorted back to a roped off section. vince kept you in front of him so he wouldn’t lose you, his hand gripping yours.

when you got to the section, the cup was already there sitting on a table front and center. letting go of vince’s hand, you laughed and made your way to one of the couches to be with the other wags.

one of them handed you a drink and you thanked her, sipping on the straw. you go through two of them before vince comes up and holds out his hand. you smile and take it, letting him lead you away.

he pulls you into him and places a hand on the bare skin of your back, “you look so gorgeous tonight.”

“you don’t look to bad yourself, champ.” you say, looking him up and down. “whoever picked out your outfit needs an award, because damn!”

“haha,” he says, pulling you closer, “i wish you wouldn’t have worn that dress. makes it hard to not pull you into the bathroom and fuck you.”

you bite your lip, staring into his eyes, “and why don’t you?”

“you deserve better than getting dicked down in a club bathroom, princess.” he says, downing some of his beer afterwards. “stop biting that fucking lip.”

you smirk, pressing your chest into his, “make me.”

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