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Desert Sunsets

He was nervous, Like sweating from every pore nervous. But of course, you wouldn't have noticed that between the steep climbing and the Arizona sun, you could only focus on surviving this beast of a hike you for some reason agreed to go on. You wouldn't have if he wasn't so weirdly adamant about going. Usually, when you tell him you don't wanna exercise with him he just sighs and walks away. But not this time, this time he practically begged, and played every card he had including a movie night of whatever you wanted and multiple promised coffee runs. What made things even worse was you weren't even in the cool air of Toronto you had grown accustomed to in the multiple years of living with Auston.

 but you were back in AZ and usually, you did okay with the summer heat when you had AC in the comfort of your Scottsdale apartment even with the sun setting it was still scorching, but on the plus side apparently, Auston couldn't take the heat either and had lost his shirt about a mile and a half ago and that was the only motivation you needed to keep your head up, as you were approaching what you were praying to be the top he looked back at you and you noticed something in his eyes, a kind of fear like he was waiting for you to run for the hills and not look back but you couldn't, you wouldn't dream of it these past few years had been the best of your life, you would walk to the ends of the earth if he asked you too. A shaky voice broke your thoughts “babe come up here for a sec” “give me a second felix is really into this bush” as you pull the doodle to your side and make your way up the little pathway the view hits you,various shades of pink an orange fill the desert sky and all of the thoughts leave your head “is this what heaven feels like” is all you can seem to get out.

you hear a chuckle behind you as you take out your phone to capture the moment,it felt like eternity as you were trying to get that perfect picture that you'd completely end up forgetting to post in the end but what broke you away from that screen was the shaky breath coming from the man behind you and as you turn around you immediately felt yourself tearing up and from the looks of Austons face he was about to as well 

“honey I owe everything I am today to you,you have got me through some of my hardest days and made my best a thousand times better,You have stuck by my side and single handedly been my biggest support system when i was trying to navigate through a whole new life in Toronto,you have been the best mom to felix and I know your gonna be an even better one to our kids one day. Hell you dropped everything to move across the country with me and I know I'll never be able to repay you for everything you've done for me and our relationship but I'd like to spend the rest of my life trying if you'll let me” by this point you fully sobbing and he's even slipped a few tears. “I would love to” you manage to choke out in between sobs that are slowly turning into laughs as you see his face relax and the stress in his eyes fade to a love you've only seen in movies and Taylor swift songs. He pulls you into the tightest embrace he can muster and he holds you in front of the desert sunset

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The Morning After

~Trevor Zegras~

i’m back babyyyy

TW: slight mentions of nsfw

word count: 1149

When you woke up, you immediately realized three things.

You were incredibly sore and had a horrible headache.

You were not in your bed.

And the arm draped across your naked body.

You sat up quickly, wincing at the pang in your head. The memories of the night before slowly flooded back as you shut your eyes and slowly turned your head to the side. Opening an eye, you were greeted with the sight of a peaceful looking Trevor Zegras, mouth open slightly.

“Oh shit,” you whispered, swiveling around so your legs hung off the bed, maybe you could sneak out without him noticing.

However, before you could move you heard a raspy voice from behind you, “Don’t tell me you’re thinking of leaving without saying goodbye, huh darling?”

A shiver ran down your spine as you clutched the blankets to your body and turned around with a sheepish smile, “Of course not, I just, was thinking of maybe taking a shower,” you bluffed.

Trevor looked up at you through thick lashes, a tired smile on his face, “I would join you, but I should give you a little break,” he winked, “Bathroom is just over there, clean towels in the cabinet.” He gestured to a door that was slightly ajar.

You blushed as you stood up, holding the sheets closer to you. Your face grew even more red as you stumbled a bit and heard him chuckle, “Right, thanks.”

You quickly went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. Letting go of the sheets, you took the time to look at yourself in the mirror. Your hair and makeup was a mess and marks littered your neck and chest. After a few moments, you struggled trying to figure out how to turn on the shower, but once you got it you stepped under the water, relishing the heat. You weren’t shocked at the amount of hair care items Trevor had in the shower, considering how much he cared about his ‘flow’. You opened the bottles and the familiar smell of citrus and cinnamon filled the air.

As you went through the motions of taking a shower, you took the time to reflect over the previous night. Being the social media manager of the Anaheim Ducks, you went to the small cocktail party that they held. After fulfilling your duties, you had a few drinks, maybe one too many. Trevor started to flirt with you, and you flirted back, which eventually led you to his apartment and. . .

Your face grew hot just thinking about last night, in disbelief at the things you did. You rinsed off your body one more time and turned off the shower, stepping out and wrapping yourself up in a towel. Slightly opening the door, you peeked your head out to scan the room, but Trevor wasn’t there. In fact, the door to the room was closed. Hesitantly, you stepped out and wondered what you would change into, your clothes were practically ruined. Something on the bed caught your eye and you got closer, seeing a fresh pair of boxers and an oversized t-shirt laying there. Your stomach flipped as you realized he took the time to lay this out for you, along with a bottle of Tylenol and a water bottle.

After taking the medicine and putting on the clothes, you dried your hair off with the towel. Your stomach growled after you finished and you could vaguely smell bacon through the door. Walking out of the room and following the direction of the smell, you were greeted by Trevor who was cooking at the stove. All he wore was a pair of gray sweatpants, which hung dangerously low on his hips. You nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt a wet nose push against your calf. You looked down to see Trevor’s dog, Louie.

He whined at you, so you bent down and started to pet him. However, this caused Trevor to turn around and see you, giving you a small smile, “Good morning princess.”

Clearing your throat, you stood up, “Good morning.”

He smiled and grabbed a mug, “How do you like your coffee?”

You told him how you take your coffee, and he quickly made it for you, handing it to you with a smile, “Thanks.” Trevor turned back to the grill with the pancakes cooking on it and you hopped up to sit on the counter, holding the mug in both hands. You sat there awkwardly for a moment before deciding to speak up, “Hey, last night was. . . ” You started to say, Trevor turned around and gave you an amused look, “I was drunk and not thinking clearly so I. . .”

Trevor cut you off, “Are you saying it was a mistake?”

You lowered your head and nodded a little bit. You didn’t look as you heard footsteps coming closer to you, until you felt strong hands take the mug out of your hands. You watched as he set the mug aside and tipped your chin up, “So you’re not attracted to me at all?” his eyes glinted with humor.

Your throat tightened, “No,” you lied.

He smiled and used his other hand to run up your arm, leaving goosebumps in its trail, “What a strange reaction for someone who isn’t attracted to me.” You blushed and he played with a strand of your hair, staring into your eyes. Your eyes betrayed you and flickered down, taking in his bare chest and then floating back up to his lips. He smirked and leaned in, his lips barely brushing over yours, “Your move,” he whispered.

He probably could hear how loud your heart was pounding, you probably shouldn't have done it, but you leaned in and closed the gap. His leg pressed between yours and he wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling you closer. You moved your hands up and entangled your fingers in his soft hair. You took in a sharp breath as his hand traveled to the top of your thigh and up, then to your inner thigh. He paused and pulled back, putting his forehead against yours.

You breathed in, but was met with the smell of something burning, immediately pulling back further, you looked at the grill with the pancakes and saw a small flame flickering, “Oh my god, fire.”

He quickly turned around and grabbed a rag, running to the grill and flapping at it. Eventually, the flame went out and he turned around, when you met eyes the two of you burst into laughter. He picked up the charcoal pancake with a fork and raised it in the air, “You still hungry?”

You laughed and hopped off the counter, walking over and kissing him on the cheek, “I think I have a better idea.” He did not object as you took the pancake away from him and guided him to the bedroom.

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Happy New Years

~William Nylander~

this is my very first time writing something like this

TW: cheating, NSFW

word count: 2448

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” you said, standing in shock at the doorway to your bedroom. Your boyfriend of 3 years laid naked in bed with another girl. You bitterly laughed at the look of horror on his face, “What a nice surprise.”

You scoffed as you turned around, slamming the door shut and walking into the kitchen, grabbing the keys that you had discarded, “(Y/n), wait,” your now ex-boyfriend said, scrambling out of the room still pulling up his boxers, “It’s a misunderstanding.”

Whirling around, you crossed your arms, “Oh so a naked girl magically teleported into your bed? And you somehow randomly got those hickeys? At least wipe the fucking lipstick off your face before you try to make excuses.”

His cheeks turned red as he wiped his face, “I don’t know why you’re so shocked, you’re hardly ever home, what else was I supposed to do.”

You clenched your fists, “Because I’m a fucking nurse! I had the shittiest overnight shift ever and all I wanted to do was come home and spend,” you wish you could say that you maintained your composure , but your breath got shaky and tears welled up in your eyes, “And spend time with my boyfriend on New Year’s eve! Is that too much to goddamn ask for?”

He went to speak, but you held up a hand, “No, I’m sick of it, I’m leaving,” and with that, you walked out of the apartment, slamming the door behind you and leaving that cheating bastard behind.

It was surprising that you managed to not crash the car, considering the tears that were blurring your eyes. But soon enough, after a bit of speeding, you were in front of the much nicer apartment complex that your friend lived in. You quickly made your way up to his apartment and knocked on the door, praying to god that he was home.

The door swung open revealing the blonde hair, blue eyes of a Swedish hockey player. At first glance, Willy smiled at you, but as he did another sweep of you, his face fell, “Hey,” you choked out, not being able to fight the onslaught tears.

Willy immediately tugged you into the apartment and shut the door, turning around and pulling you into a tight hug. You couldn’t keep it together as you sobbed into his chest, definitely ruining his shirt. He didn’t complain though, he just held you close and drew soothing patterns on your back, putting his chin on your head.

Once you managed to calm down a bit he pulled back slightly to look at you, “What happened?” His voice was incredibly soft.

Your bottom lip trembled, “He’s cheating on me.” Another strangled sob came out and you ducked your head back into Willy’s chest, squeezing your eyes shut.

You didn’t know this, but Willy was absolutely furious. His teeth gritted together as he kept his arms wrapped around you, thinking of different things he could do to your douche bag boyfriend, “Want me to hit a puck at his face?”

You weakly laughed as Willy pulled you to the couch and sat you down, “Sure,” you said. He smiled at you before disappearing into the kitchen, returning with a glass of water in his hand. He gave it to you and crouched down in front of you, his piercing eyes searching yours.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, to which you shook your head. He sighed and sat on the couch next to you, putting his arm around your shoulders, “I’m so sorry.”

His comforting words and gestures just made you burst into tears again.

-

You didn’t remember falling asleep, but you blinked open your swollen eyes, realizing that you were laid down on the couch with a pillow under your head and a blanket wrapped around you. You went to sit up before hearing Willy talking to someone on the phone.

“No I can’t come tonight Auston,” Willy said, “I have something more important here.”

Willy finished his conversation and walked into the living room, seeing that you were awake and smiled, “Hey, are you feeling any better?”

“Please don’t ditch out on your New Year’s eve celebrations because of me,” you said, sitting up fully.

He rolled his eyes, “Don’t worry about it, I didn’t even want to go to the party anyways.”

You crossed your arms, “I still feel bad.”

He smiled at you, “Don’t, I'd rather spend New Year’s with you.”

You smiled back at him, “Thank you, for everything.”

“No problem, I’m gonna run to the store real quick, make yourself at home while I’m gone,” Willy said, you nodded and waved goodbye as he left the apartment.

You decided to have a shower, since you haven’t washed up properly since your 12 hour shift. Thankfully, you always kept a bag of spare clothes in your car, in case you needed to change directly after work. You grabbed the clothes and went into the bathroom, turning on the shower and waiting for it to heat up.

You relished the feeling of the warm water against your skin, standing for a few moments with your eyes closed. You grabbed the only thing in the shower, the 3-in-1 shampoo that made you wrinkle your nose. When you used it, you were pleasantly surprised by the nice smell.

Once out of the shower, you wrapped yourself in a towel you found in the cabinet and dried yourself off. You put on your underwear and your bra, but left the shirt and pants in the bag, deciding that those would be too uncomfortable. You were sure Willy wouldn’t mind if you borrowed some of his clothes. You went to his room and rummaged around in the dresser, pulling out an oversized Maple Leafs t-shirt. Putting it on, it fell to about your mid-thighs.

Once finished, you walked out of the bedroom and sat on the couch, going on your phone and immediately seeing all the messages from your ex-boyfriend. The first few of them were pleading you to come back, then it slowly faded into him threatening you and calling you names. You didn’t even notice the door open, Willy walking in with grocery bags in his hands.

“Are you ready to party?” he asked, but paused when he saw you staring at your phone. Willy set down all the bags and walked over to you, looking at your phone. His face hardened as he grabbed the phone out of your hands, pushing a few buttons and blocking his number, “None of that tonight.”

You gave him a grateful smile and wiped at a stray tear that fell down your cheek, “Thank you.”

Willy handed the phone back to you and bent down over the plastic bags, pulling things out and setting them on the table, “We have everything we need tonight, booze, snacks, and party favors.”

You grinned as you reached forward to grab a bottle of alcohol, popping open the top as taking a long drink out of it. “Let’s get started.”

-

The night slowly passed on with you and Willy getting more and more drunk, munching on snacks and watching any movie that caught your guys’ eyes. Once it was ten minutes until midnight, Willy turned on the streaming of the celebration in New York.

The two of you drank a little more and chatted until the minute countdown started. Willy pulled you up and you laughed, stumbling slightly. He handed you a party popper that he bought from the store and the two of you started to count down together.

“10. . . 9 . . . 8 . . . 7 . . . 6 . . . 5 . . . 4 . . . 3 . . . 2 . . . 1,” you popped the tube, confetti flying in the air, “Happy New Year!”

You laughed as the colorful paper flew through the air and the tv sounded out with cheers. You saw all of the couples turn to kiss each other , then you turned to Willy.

You didn’t miss the way his eyes sweeped your body, lingering on your lips. You shouldn’t have done it, you were drunk and sad, but you couldn’t control yourself as you walked over to him and drew him in by his neck, roughly kissing him.

He let out a noise in shock, but didn’t pull away, instead grabbing you by the waist and pulling you closer to his body. Your fingers twisted into his hair and tugged, drawing a groan out of him that made your stomach flip.

The two of you stumbled backwards and he fell onto the couch, panting heavily, “We probably shouldn’t be doing this,” he said.

“No we should not,” you agreed, but your actions didn’t match as you straddled his lap, continuing to kiss him feverishly.

“(Y/n),” Willy muttered against your lips.

You hummed in acknowledgement and moved to plant kisses down his jawline and to his neck. You placed your hands on his chest and subconsciously rolled your hips.

Willy’s head fell back against the couch as he groaned, “Oh jesus fucking christ.”

You smirked as he hands fell to grip your waist and hold you down. You rolled your hips a few more times for good measure, drawing out more of the delicious noises from his lips.

You went to kiss him again, but his hand stopped you. You looked up at him confused, studying his eyes that were blown wide, “We really shouldn’t do this,” Willy said.

His eyes were full of hunger and you knew he wanted to, but was stopping himself, “Please Wil,” you whispered, bringing a hand up to his cheek.

His eyes momentarily fluttered shut, but then he opened them and bit his lip, thinking. “I just, I just need to know that you don’t just want this because you're drunk.”

You shook your head, “No, I want you,” you couldn’t feel more sober.

He smiled slightly and leaned forward, drawing you into a more gentle kiss, extremely different from the urgency before. His hands slowly made his way down your body as he kissed you. They reached to the hem of your shirt, which was his, and slipped under. You shivered at the feeling of his cool hands on your bare waist. He started to slowly lift the fabric up, and you broke the kiss to help get the shirt off. Once off, you sat on his lap on just your bra and panties.

His eyes lit up as he took in your appearance, hands trailing up and down your sides, “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said softly, pressing his lips again to yours.

You felt like you were going to cry, Willy treated you and handled you with a sense of worship that you had never felt. A sigh left your lips as his lips traveled down to your neck and shoulder, his hands leaving trails of fire all over your body.

However, you felt that he was too clothed, so you reached and pulled his shirt over his head, taking in the sight of his muscular body from his years of hockey. Your hands wandered down and landed at the top of his pants, starting to pull slightly at the waist band.

He chuckled, his breath hot against your skin, “Eager are we?” His low voice causing shivers to roll down your body.

You nodded your head and he smirked, signaling you to stand up as he took off his pants, leaving him in only his boxers. He pulled you back down to straddle his lap and kissed you. You whined at the feeling of the minimal cloth separating you and you rocked your hips forward, dying for any kind of friction.

One of his hands stayed on your hips as another traveled down to rest in between your thighs. He moaned as he felt the wetness pooling between your legs, “God, so excited just for me?”

You let out a whimper and let your head fall forward onto his shoulder as he pushed aside your underwear. His fingers teasingly running along your entrance, you moaned embarrassingly loud as he pushed in two fingers and curled them, hitting the perfect spot. Before you could move, he immediately withdrew his hand and lifted it up, locking eyes with you as he licked his fingers.

Willy pushed you up to stand again, pulling off your underwear and pulling down his own boxers. He then gently guided your hips down, groaning as you sat fully down, “Fuck baby,” he said through gritted teeth.

You squeezed your eyes shut and waited a few moments for the pain to subside. Capturing his lips with yours, you tentatively moved your hips, gasping at the feeling of pleasure that washed through you. He kept a hold of your waist as you slowly lifted up and then sat back down, letting you set the pace.

“Ok,” you breathed, “I’m ready.”

His eyes lit with a flame as he roughly kissed you, biting your bottom lip. He immediately picked up the pace, helping you lift up and down much faster, his own hips rising up to meet yours. He swallowed your moans as he mercilessly continued to drive into you.

You gasped for air, “Don’t stop.”

“Wasn’t planning on it baby,” he replied, kissing you again. As you could feel yourself start to unravel, his hand traveled down to where your body’s met and circled his thumb around the sensitive spot that made you shriek. “It’s ok love, let go,” he whispered, continuously drawing circles and pulling you down hard.

With everything going on, you quickly came undone, biting your lip as you soared through your high, rocking your hips back and forth. He worked you through it, slowing down and kissing you gently. Once you came back to your senses, your head fell backwards as you panted. He pulled out of you and finished, adding to the mess between you. The both of you sat there, catching your breaths.

Eventually, he got up, moving you so you were still sitting on the couch. Your eyes were shut when Willy came back with a washcloth, gently wiping you down, then himself. He helped you put his shirt back over your body and kissed you softly.

“Do you need water?” he asked, one hand on your cheek.

You shook your head, “I just need sleep.”

He laughed gently and picked you up from the couch, carrying you into his bedroom and onto his soft bed. He slid on some new boxers and climbed under the sheets with you, wrapping his arms around you.

“What a way to bring in the New Year,” he said.

You laughed and closed your eyes, slowly falling asleep to his breathing.

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kicking my feet and giggling rn

Pregame Naps - Nathan Mackinnon

One thing everyone knew about hockey players is there superstitions and how serious they took them.Your Fiance especially took his very serious his day always started with eggs and pre workout and he'd only do cardio that day and very light weights because he doesn't want to lose “his physique” even though you've tried to tell him that one day of rest won't deflate his abs.But the one thing he holds to the highest importance are the pregame naps.This adult man sleeps like a toddler and you think its the cutest thing ever.He passes out as soon as his head hits the couch (he refuses to sleep in the bed because he says its bad luck).

Which brings you to today's game. It's a home game against the maple leafs and you hear the front door open and the nails of your dogs' paws scratch on the hardwood to go greet the visitor who you recognise immediately as you hear him start to baby talk your two 90 pound mastiffs.

“Babe are you here?” he shouts from the kitchen

“In the bedroom hun”you say slightly quieter 

“Oh good you're already in position” “position for what exactly?” expecting him to say something not pg he simply states “for nap time”.you then remember that you're soon to be marrying a hockey player and you should've expected that answer.”Fine get in here” he then throws his under armor shirt on the floor somewhere and just as you were about to scold him he jumps into his arms and kisses your forehead and everything including the shirt leaves your mind completely and the only thing you can focus on is the smell of old spice and aftershave.”y'know there's a lot of things I love about hockey, the games,the fans, my teammates but the one thing I love the most is getting the excuse to hold you in my arms and fall asleep with you every home game” “that was the cheesiest thing you've ever said to me” “I know im thinking about putting them in my vows” “please don't” and with that you start to drift off and just when you start to fall you feel two tornadoes of dog jump into your shared bed and even though your mad you got woken up you realize there's no where else you'd rather be.

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Mother’s Day

~Mathew Barzal~

he’s such a girl dad 😍

TW: none, pure fluff

word count: 638

Your eyes shot open as you heard the clattering of pots and pans in the kitchen, followed with high-pitched giggling and shushing. You groaned as you rubbed your eyes and checked the time, noticing that your alarm set for an hour ago never went off. Rolling out of your comfortable bed, you quietly walked out of your room and peeked into the kitchen, met with the cutest sight ever.

Your three year old daughter sat on the counter in a mini-apron holding a wooden spoon as your husband, Mathew Barzal, bent over to clean up the mess on the ground. You could smell pancakes and syrup, fresh fruit and bacon. Neither of them had noticed you, so you stayed hidden and silent, watching what they were up to.

“Shh princess, we don’t want to wake up mommy?” Mat said with a smile, only pure adoration in his eyes as he looked at his mini self.

You couldn’t believe how much your daughter looked like her dad. Everything with the thick black hair on her head to her blue eyes looked exactly like Mat’s. You carried that child in your womb for 9 months and went through 12 hours of labor only to be told, “Oh, she kind of has your nose.”

“Why mommy sleep?” she asked, tilting her cute little head.

“Because today is a special day, it’s mommy day,” Mat explained, reminding you that it was the second Sunday of may, mother’s day.

“What’s mommy day?” your daughter asked, watching her father closely.

He smiled and picked her up in his arms, twirling her around for a second, laughter filling the air, “Well today, we are going to be nice to mommy all day. We’ll give her gifts and bring her breakfast in bed. And then. . .” you covered your ears with a smile, not wanting to ruin any surprise.

You quickly made your way back to your bed and pulled the covers over your head, pretending that you were still asleep. A few minutes later, you heard a pair of footsteps, followed by a pair of smaller footsteps, walk into the room, “Go wake her up,” Mat said.

You felt your daughter climb onto the bed and yank the blankets off your head, “Mommy!” she shouted. Pretending to wake up just then, you yawned and stretched your arms, bringing them around to pull your daughter against you, peppering kisses all over her face.

“Oh my little girl! Oh how I’ve missed her so much,” you said dramatically as you tickled her, she shrieked and kicked away from you.

You smiled and looked up to Mat, who was carrying a platter with pancakes, fruit, bacon, and orange juice, “Happy mother’s day,” he said with a grin, setting the platter down on the bed and pecking you on the lips.

You picked up the platter and looked at the pancakes which were decorated with a chocolate chip smiley face, “I did that!” she said proudly.

“Someone call Gordon Ramsey, he’s got his job on the line,” you joked, kissing her on the cheek.

The three of you ate the food together in bed, probably getting crumbs everywhere. Once finished, you leaned back on the pillow, patting your stomach, “That’s going to put me in a food coma.”

Mat laughed and laid down next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, “I don’t know about you, but I could go for a nap right now.”

Your daughter climbed up and laid on your guys’ laps, opening her mouth wide and stretching her arms, “Ya, me too,” she said, her eyes fluttering closed.

You laughed quietly and gently stroked her hair, leaning your head against Mat’s shoulder. He kissed the top of your head and shut his own eyes, “I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you more,” he replied.

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Master list

Here’s just a list of everything I’ve wrote so far. Hope you enjoy <3

I do take requests :))

** = NSFW

Jack Hughes

Cupcakes

Lover (Request)

Quinn Hughes

Sleeping Beauty

Trevor Zegras

Jealousy

The Morning After

Jamie Drysdale

Wedding Bells

Mat Barzal

Mother’s Day

Willy Nylander

Happy New Years **

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Jealousy

~Trevor Zegras~

y’all don’t understand what this man does to me

no hate the Willy in this, I’m absolutely in love with that man, I just needed a guy to use. he’s portrayed as an asshole but i don’t actually see him like this lol.

TW: Fighting, Cussing, Not full-blow smut but very suggestive at end

word count: 1433

Trevor’s POV

Trevor was thankful for having a drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend, but at times like these, he wished that he could put a plastic bag over your face. No, not just your face, your whole body. The two of you were at a media party with the Toronto Maple Leafs, just before the game that was tonight. And you had decided to wear the most mouth-watering, toe-curling, hottest dress ever, which he definitely made a note to thank you for later.

However, the dress drew the wandering eyes of too many people that Trevor was comfortable with. He gripped your waist, slightly embarrassed of the territorial feelings he had over you. But he worked goddamn hard to get you, he wasn’t letting you go. Unfortunately, Trevor was pulled away for an interview and you gave him a kiss before leaving to the bar.

“Are you confident in the game tonight?” The interviewer asked.

Trevor nodded, “Oh yeah for sure, I’m not saying the Leafs are bad, but I think we’ve honed our skills enough to beat them.”

The interviewer continued to talk, but Trevor’s eyes wandered away to you at the bar, talking to Troy Terry’s fiance and laughing. He went to look away, but saw William Nylander stride up to you and do a blatantly obvious sweep of your body. Trevor tightened his fist, but said nothing and kept watching the interaction between you and Nylander. He watched as Nylander stood a little too close to you for comfort and brushed his hand against your arm.

“Yeah that’s it,” Trevor said, ignoring the protests from the interviewer and walking over you. He draped a protective arm over your shoulder and plastered on a smile, “Hey baby,” he said to you and turned to William, “Hey Willy.”

William smiled, “Hey Trevor, I was just talking to your beautiful girlfriend here.”

Trevor’s teeth clenched, “Ah, well we best be going now, see you on the rink.”

He steered you away from Nylander and out of the room, you turned and draped your arms around his neck, his hands coming to rest on your hips, “I’m gonna go home and change and be right back for the game,” you said, smiling up at him.

All of Trevor’s annoyance sweeped away at the sight of your smile, “Aw, but I like this dress.” He laughed as you rolled your eyes and gave him a quick kiss, turning around to leave, “Wear my jersey, yeah?”

You grinned, “Always!”

A few hours later, the arena was filled with fans, chatting, and music. Trevor grinned as he did his warm-ups, he always loved the atmosphere of the games, and the fact that he saw you sitting up at the glass wearing his jersey made him happier.

The first period kicked off smoothly, with Troy scoring the first goal, but Matthews scored a goal at the last second. The second period was similar, Vatrano scored a goal and so did Marner. It was in the middle of the third period where things started to get rocky, Nylander had scored a goal and they kept pushing offense.

The puck flew to the boards and Trevor quickly skated over, but William was also there, the two of them struggling over control. That’s when everything went downhill.

“Your girlfriend is a looker eh? Mind if I have a hit?” Nylander said with a cocky smirk.

Trevor’s head snapped up, he barely even noticed Troy come in and take the puck, “What the fuck did you just say to me?”

William leaned in, “I said, I want to fuck your girlfriend,” he pronounced each word slowly. That’s when Trevor lost it, he shoved William back into the boards and pinned him there, ignoring the shouts from the players on the ice.

“Keep talking Nylander, I dare you,” Trevor said, his hands starting to visibly shake.

“Why are you being so defensive Zegras? Scared that you aren’t pleasing her enough? Hey, maybe I can make her scream my name and you can watch to take notes.”

Trevor shoved him again and threw his stick down, taking off his gloves and throwing the first punch. William responded by taking off his own gloves and fighting back, launching himself at Trevor. The referees tried to get in between them, but he shoved them away. William landed a good hit on Trevor, he could feel his lip split open and start to bleed. He smirked and wiped at the blood with his thumb, proceeding to hit William in the jaw. Their helmets had come off by now, laying discarded on the ice. After a few more hits, and a little bit more spilt blood, the refs were able to rangle them away from each other.

-

Reader’s POV

You’ve seen Trevor in plenty of fights, but you had never seen him that mad before. You couldn’t hear what Willy said, but it sent your boyfriend into an absolute frenzy. The rest of the third period went by in a blur, with the Ducks being able to score two more points and winning the game.

Soon enough, you were driving the car back home with Trevor in the passenger seat, completely silent. You could tell he needed to cool off, so you gave him space. Once the two of you got to your shared apartment, he went straight into the bedroom and you went into the kitchen. You decided to grab him an ice pack for his busted lip and went to the bedroom. He sat at the edge, hands holding his head.

“Trev,” you said softly, he looked up at you and you walked over to him. Sweeping his hair back with one hand and gently pressing the ice pack to his lip with the other, “Are you ok?” He didn’t answer, he just stared at you for a moment before removing your hand gently. He stood up and grabbed your waist, guiding you back until you hit a wall, “Trev?” you asked.

Suddenly, his lips were on yours, tasting slightly like copper. He deepened the kiss, softly biting your lower lip and slipping his tongue into your mouth. Your hands wander up to his hair, tugging on it slightly, to which he hummed in approval. A tap on your thighs signaled you to jump up and wrap your legs around him, you could feel him pressing against the area that was getting increasingly tense.

You tugged at his hair again as his lips wandered down your jaw line and to the soft spot between your shoulder and neck, definitely leaving a mark there, “Trevor, please,” you whined, hips pressing into his.

He smiled against your neck and went back up to attach to your lips. He turned the two of you around and placed you onto the bed, kneeling just above you. You watched in fascination as he took off his shirt, revealing his toned abs from his years of being an athlete. You immediately ran your heads down his chest and across his stomach, never tired of exploring every inch of it.

You went to take off your own jersey, but was stopped by his hands grabbing yours, “Keep it on, I like it on you.”

You smiled as he dipped for another kiss and slowly started to inch his way down your body. He went to slide down your leggings and panties, with your help kicking them off. Your legs trembled in anticipation as he stayed there at the base of your shins.

He picked your leg up slightly and pressed a soft kiss to it, “You’re all mine, you got that?”

You whined as his lips traveled up your leg to the inside of your thigh, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Unfortunately, he stopped there, teasingly drawing circles with his fingers on your other thighs.

“I asked, you got that?” he said again. You nodded your head, just wanting him to move his mouth a few more inches. He hummed against your thigh, an agonizing feeling, “Use your words sweetheart.”

He looked up at you through his thick lashes, “I’m all yours,” you said.

He smirked and finally moved, you ended up saying that phrase a lot that night.

[whore4hockeymen]

when the bff becomes an author 😍😍

Lake House Lovers - Quinn Hughes

You woke up to the sun warming your skin but the bed feeling unusually cold. Just as you were about to get up to investigate you hear voices in the kitchen downstairs and all the worry you feel suddenly disappears when you hear your boyfriend's voice join in on the meaningless argument that's happening. You work yourself up to leave the warm comfy bed to throw on some sweats you find in your open suitcase and reach for an old umich hoodie you find hanging up in Quinns childhood bedroom closet. Dragging yourself downstairs feels like a chore as you get closer to the conversation that doesn't sound like it's stopping anytime soon.When you get to the kitchen you lock eyes with the reason you're even on this trip and he gives you a genuine smile which you've been noticing he does more now that he's back home.

“Hi love, how'd you sleep?”

“Like I could do it for another week”. Quinn giggles at your comment and silently agrees with a nod.He then leans in and kisses your forehead like he does every morning. He grabs a cup of coffee from the counter and hands it to you “made just the way you like it”. “Thank you handsome”. As soon as the words leave your mouth you hear obnoxious kissing sounds from behind you and see Jack turned around with his hands on his shoulders fake making out with somebody and Luke on the couch laughing like you just told him the best joke ever. “Whatever dumbasses” You look back at Quinn expecting to see him rolling his eyes but when you make eye contact he looks back at you like you're the only thing in the world he wants to look at. And that gives you all the confidence you need to wrap your arms around his neck and lean in to kiss him. You swear you can hear the groans of the younger boys behind you but everything gets drowned out by the sheer warmth and comfort Quinn surrounds you with. 

He then pulls you over to the large sectional couch,effectively kicking Luke off in the process and quickly gets comfortable on your chest. “We were thinking of going out to the store in like 20 minutes. You guys wanna tag along '' Jack muffles over the sweatshirt he's pulling over. Before you have a chance to answer Quinn jumps in with a “were good” and you go along with it. “What if I wanted to go?” “You'd rather be with them than cuddle with me?”, He looks up from your chest with the best puppy eyes he can muster 

“God no, There's nowhere else I'd rather be”

[whore4hockeymen]

Lover

~Jack Hughes~

this was such a fun request to work on!! thanks to @jorjie-nhl for the request/idea!!

p.s, sorry to all the T Swift fans out there, she doesn’t exist in this universe :( (you’ll see why)

TW: absolutely none, fluff

word count: 2001

“Is this thing on? Can you guys hear me?” You asked into the phone, smiling as you saw the viewer amount start to rise, “How is everyone doing?” You waited as more people joined, making small talk with the people messaging in the chat. After a few minutes, you decided that it was time to start, “Alright, you guys may be wondering what I’m doing. As you guys may know, it’s my boyfriend’s and I’s four year anniversary in less than a month.”

It was a hard thing to wrap your head around, four years ago, your best friend Jack Hughes asked you out. You were surprised that the both of you lasted this long, with both of you being slightly too egotistical for your own good.

“So I’ve decided that I want to do something for him. I’m going to write him a song, and what better way to do that than live with everyone else?” You grabbed your guitar that was sitting at your bed, “You guys have to promise not to say anything though, I have him and all of his friends blocked from this account.”

You smiled at the various “Yes’s” that spammed through the chat. Three years ago, with encouragement from Jack, you started your journey into becoming an influencer. You grew big on youtube and had a large amount of followers on your social media. Sometimes it was a bit stressful, but you don’t regret anything.

“I’ve done a few covers, but I have never written a song before, so let’s see how it goes,” you said with a grin.

The next few hours were spent strumming around on your guitar and scribbling down lyrics. However, you ended the stream when you heard your boyfriend come home from practice, “Hey baby, I’m home,” he called out.

You quickly closed your notebook with the words before he walked into your room, looking at the guitar in your hands, “Watcha doing?”

You shrugged and set your guitar down, “Just playing around, how was practice?”

He crawled onto the bed with you and wrapped his arms around you, burying his head in the crook of your neck, “Exhausting.”

You laughed and rubbed his back, which was all sweaty, “Go shower and I’ll order us a pizza.”

He grinned and kissed you on the cheek, “This is why I love you.”

“I’m glad you only use me for food!” You called as Jack walked away snickering. You grabbed your phone and quickly ordered pizza from the your guys’ favorite pizza place. After ordering the pizza, you peeked into the notebook on your lap and smiled.

-

3 weeks later

“Alright guys, let’s run it through again,” you said into your phone, proceeding to play the guitar and sing the song that you wrote. Once finished, you looked up at the camera, “Was that good?”

You grinned as a flood of positive comments filled the chat, “I do have one more surprise in store but you guys will have to find that out on Friday during the Devil’s game,” you winked at the camera then ended the livestream.

However, you kept your phone in your hands because you needed to ask a few favors from people. You flopped onto the bed, opening up your group chat with Quinn and Luke, and began typing.

-

Friday

“Are you seriously not coming to the game?” Jack asked, buttoning up his shirt.

You laid in the bed, “I’m sorry baby, I just don’t feel good at all.”

Jack pouted as he turned around to look at you, “But it’s our anniversary!”

You smiled, “I know, and we’ll celebrate it once I feel better.”

“Maybe I’ll just call Nico and tell him I’m sick,” he said, reaching for his phone.

“No!” you exclaimed, “I mean, I know you love playing against the Canucks so you can see your brother, just go to the game, I’ll still be here when you get back.”

Jack looked at you suspiciously, but walked over and gave you a quick kiss on the forehead, “Ok, just text me if you need anything, I love you”

“I will, I love you too,” I said as he started to walk out of the room, “Go kick Quinn’s ass!”

He grinned, “Oh you know I will.” With that, he left the room and you waited a few more minutes until you heard the front door to your apartment close.

You immediately sprung out of bed and over to your dresser, pulling on leggings, boots, and one of Jack’s jerseys. After quickly putting on makeup, you left the house and rode over to Prudential Arena, walking in with the rest of the hockey fans.

Once inside, you made your way up to the announcement booth, flashing a pass that you were given earlier. An older man greeted you when you walked in, “I just wanted to say, what a nice surprise this is,” he said.

You smiled, “Thank you, so you’ll be able to do it?”

“Of course!” the man smiled, “Anything for love, right?”

You laughed and thanked him again before leaving the booth and finding your seat in the arena just in time for warmups. Immediately spotting number 86, you noticed how he seemed to have a permanent scowl on his face. You couldn’t help but feel a bit bad about seeing how sad he was that you “couldn’t” come, but a surprise is a surprise.

The game started and you couldn’t help but lean forwards in your seat the whole time. The score was 3-3, two of which were scored by Jack. The third period had just ended and they were now going into overtime. Your knee bounced up and down as you watched Nico skate with the puck towards the Canucks goal. However, Quinn checked him against the boards and the puck went flying to Elias Pettersson. Jack skated towards him and was able to wrestle the puck away from him, steering it back into the direction of the Canucks goal.

You watched Jack maneuver his way between the Canuck’s players and had a clear breakthrough to the goal. You were pretty sure you were screaming your lungs off by the time. With a quick slapshot, the puck skimmed right over Spencer Martin’s glove and into the goal. You jumped out of your seat, screaming as the alarm went off and hats started flying into the arena.

Jack was absolutely beaming, he was pulled into a hug by Nico, then the rest of his teammates. As a few fans started to filter out of the arena and the hats were being picked up, Jack started to skate towards the bench, but was cut off by the sound of your voice.

You looked up at the jumbotron, your own face showing up on it. It was a video of your live stream from four weeks ago, “Hey Jack, I wrote a little something for you.”

You couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed as you watched yourself pick up the guitar and start strumming the chords to the song.

We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January

And this is our place, we make the rules

Your voice sang out as the screen switched to the slideshow that you put together with the help of Quinn and Jack. A video of you and Jack at Christmas kissing under the mistletoe played.

And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear

Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?

A clip of the two of you when you were seventeen and going to prom plays, Jack spinning you around in your dress. The video was probably taken a couple weeks after you became official, and Jack still looks at you the same way he did back then, with complete admiration.

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home

You're my, my, my, my

Lover

A video of you on Jack’s back played next, it was taken when you guys went to Universal Studios and you started to complain that your feet hurt. Jack had taken off your shoes that were digging into your heels and carried you on your back and held them.

We could let our friends crash in the living room

This is our place, we make the call

And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you

I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

A video from last summer at the lake house played, you and Jack had passed out on the couch together and Luke thought that it would be a funny idea to draw on your faces, of course not realizing he did it with permanent marker. It took two days to wash all of the marker off your face.

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever)

You're my, my, my, my

Lover

Another video at the lake house played, this time you were sitting in a tanning chair and Jack looked at the camera, putting a finger to his lips. He then ran at you and picked you up off the chair in his arms, proceeding to run and jump in the pool. You remember him feeling guilty after finding out your phone was in your pocket. (He bought you a new one).

Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand?

With every guitar string scar on my hand

A clip of you trying to teach Jack how to play guitar was next. He had the cutest look of concentration on his face, his tongue poking out slightly. You remember him being so happy after playing ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’.

I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue

All's well that ends well to end up with you

Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover

And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me

And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover

The next video was during Jack’s twenty-first birthday. He has just blown out the candles and you reached forward and smashed his face into the cake. He retaliated by pulling you close and kissing you, in the process he got cake all over your face.

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever)

The next video was of you and Jack when you decided you wanted to paint the wall of your bedroom a different color. You stood on the ladder as Jack pretended to shake it, causing you to scream and accidentally fling paint all over his face. The video didn’t show it, but it ended up turning into a full out paint war.

The screen switched back to you from a week ago, playing the guitar on your livestream.

You're my, my, my, my

Oh, you're my, my, my, my

Darling, you're my, my, my, my

Lover

You smiled at the camera, “I love you Jack Hughes, happy fourth anniversary.”

The jumbotron went dark and you couldn’t bear to look at the rink as applause and awe’s broke out in the crowd. Finally, you looked down and saw Jack with the biggest smile ever scanning the arena for you.

You started running down the steps to the benches, his teammates letting you into the little area. Jack’s eyes lit up as he saw you and skated over. He didn’t bother climbing out of the rink, he immediately just pulled you in for a kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You pulled back and grinned at him, “Happy Anniversary Jack.”

He matched your smile, “Happy Anniversary princess.”

You couldn’t even hear the crowd as he pulled you in for another kiss.

[whore4hockeymen]

Wedding Bells

~Jamie Drysdale~

TW: none, pure fluff

word count: 1047

You were going to throw up, but everything was perfect. Your hair, dress, makeup, shoes, vows, they were all perfect. But you still felt sick to your stomach, “What if he suddenly decides that he doesn’t like me?”

Your best friend scoffed and rolled her eyes, “You're getting married, it’s a little too late for that.” She smoothed out your hair and looked into your eyes, “You’ll be fine.”

“What if I trip while walking down the aisle and break my nose?” you asked, wringing your hands together.

She gripped your shoulders and shook you slightly, “Girl, get your shit together. You are going to go out there, look gorgeous, and marry the love of your life. Ok?”

You nodded and smiled, thankful for your friend, “I got this.” Soon, you calmed yourself down and the music started to sound out from the wedding hall. Taking a shaky breath, you gripped the arm of the person you chose to walk you down the aisle.

The grand doors swung open and you were greeted with rows of people, but the only thing that your eyes focused on was Jamie Drysdale, standing at the altar with a wide smile on his face. He wore a nice suit and his hair was neat, but not super gelled. Your face matched his as you walked closer and closer. All of your fears of making a fool of yourself melted, because Jamie was looking at you, and Jamie would keep you safe.

You finally reached the altar and you noticed that his eyes were rimmed with tears, “Aw babe don’t cry, you’ll make me cry,” you said, reaching to wipe his eyes. You could already feel your throat start to tighten up. Thank god for waterproof mascara.

Jamie grabbed your hand and pressed it to his lips, “You look gorgeous.” The two of you smiled at each other as he held your hand and the priest began to speak. Soon, it was time to say vows and Jamie unfolded a piece of paper from his pocket, his hands shaking slightly.

“(Full name), when I first met you, I immediately knew that you would be my forever. You have made my life even more special than you think. You have loved me, laughed with me, cried with me, you have stolen my heart. Seriously, I’m pretty sure your name is written in sharpie on it,” a laugh rippled through the crowd, “I want to wake up everyday next to you. I want to raise a family with you. I want to grow old with you. I swear, with everything in me, that I will devote my life to you, I will keep you safe and I will always try to keep a smile on your face. I love you to the moon and further, I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

If you weren’t already crying, you were for sure now. You smiled up at him and took out your own paper, “Jamie Drysdale, I don’t even know where to start. You have changed my entire life and I love you so much for it,” you wiped your eyes, “Fuck I hate speeches. Jamie, you never fail to make my day better. You have seen the best and the worst of me. I hope that you will continue to let me be with you and love you. I promise to take care of you and always adore you.”

A tear slipped down Jamie’s cheek as he smiled at you, the rest of the ceremony was short with the exchanging of rings and such. Finally, the time came for the priest to ask, “Do you, Jamie Drysdale, take this woman, (Full name), to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and woe, for richer or for poorer, keeping yourself unto her for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do,” Jamie said with the biggest smile known to man.

“And do you, (Full name), take this man, Jamie Drysdale, to be you lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and woe, for richer or for poorer, keeping yourself unto him for as long as you both shall live?” the priest asked.

“I do,” you replied, matching Jamie’s smile.

“I now pronounce you, man and wife. You may kiss the bride,” the priest announced.

Jamie swooped forward and placed a hand on your lower back and another on your face. His lips met yours and you felt yourself dip slightly as you kissed your now husband. You couldn’t even hear the crowd cheering.

The reception was a full-blown out party filled with hockey players, friends, family, and more. You had changed into a shorter dress that matched the color of your wedding dress for the party. Jamie had taken his suit-coat off and his dress-shirt was rolled up to his elbows.

“Jamie! (Y/N)!” you heard a familiar voice call out. You smiled as Trevor approached you both and pulled you in for a group hug, “I’m so happy for you guys!”

“Thanks Z,” Jamie said, patting him on the back, “We appreciate it man.”

Trevor smiled and turned to you, “Let me know if he’s ever a douche, I’ll tie his skates together or something.” You laughed as you heard Jamie call out in protest. Jamie went to grab Trevor, but was interrupted by the DJ over the speaker, “Can we get the two love birds up here for a first dance?”

You grinned as Jamie tugged you up to the dance floor, people surrounding you guys in a circle. The song, Put Your Head on My Shoulder, by Paul Anka started playing, the first song you’ve ever danced to Jamie with years ago. He held you by the waist and you draped your arms around his neck. The both of you swayed together to the song as you stared into each other's eyes. As the song neared the end, he rested his forehead on yours.

“I love you Mrs. Drysdale,” he whispered with a soft smile.

“I love you too Mr. Drysdale,” you replied, leaning in for a kiss as the last notes of the song ended.

[whore4hockeymen]

Cupcakes

~Jack Hughes~

the loml 😍

TW: a little swearing, kinda heated towards the end

Word Count: 1239

It was July 7, and you were in the kitchen with Jack making cupcakes for his mother’s birthday which was the next day. You had known the Hughes’ family since you were little, so Ellen was pretty much your second mother. Jack and his brothers had come down to Michigan to celebrate their mom’s birthday, and you had roped Jack to come to your little apartment for some baking.

“Do you have eggs?” Jack asked, peeking into your fridge. You stood at the counter in front of the laid out ingredients, “Of course I have eggs,” you replied.

Jack hummed, “Really? ‘Cuz I’m not seeing anything particularly egg looking in here.” You scoffed and walked over, nudging him out of the way and looking into my fridge, which did not have a lot of contents.

“Dammit, did I really forget eggs?” you complained, shutting the fridge, “It’s fine, I’ll just go ask the neighbors for some.”

Jack snickered, “Unprepared, as usual.” You smacked him in the shoulder and walked out of the door. The old lady next door kindly gave you two eggs and you went back to your apartment.

You were greeted with the sight of Jack wearing your frilly pink apron you got as a joke a while ago, inscripted on it in cursive as ‘World’s Sexiest Baker’. You stifled a laugh and Jack turned around with a smile, “You like?” he asked, twirling it around.

“It looks better on you than it does on me,” you replied, setting the eggs onto the counter. “Alright do you want to get started on the cupcake part and I can do the frosting?”

Jack nodded and peered at the recipe you printed out on a piece of paper. You settled yourself on the other section of the counter and started to mix together the ingredients to the frosting recipe that you knew by heart. It was a comfortable silence as the two of you worked, the occasional sentence exchanged here and there. Soon enough, the cupcakes were in the oven and the frosting was in the fridge.

You dusted off your hands and turned around to face Jack, “Want to watch a movie while we wait?” you asked.

However, Jack didn’t respond, he was staring at something on your face with a lopsided smile, “You’ve got some frosting on your cheek.” You rolled your eyes and swiped your hand against your cheek, but nothing came off. “No, not that one, here.”

Your eyes widened slightly as he stepped closer, you could smell his minty breath from the gum he chewed a while ago. Your heart started to beat faster, is it too late to mention that you were madly in love with your best friend? It felt like time slowed as he reached his hand out and swiped a thumb across your cheek. Frosting was on his finger that he drew away, but he didn’t stop there. It was like you were in a trance as you watched him then pop his finger into his mouth, tasting the frosting. You were definitely blushing.

“That was pretty good,” he said with a smile, still very close to you. You both stared at each other for a moment, a weird tension starting to fill the air. You broke it by turning around, “Of course it is, I made it.”

Jack laughed and you made your way to the couch, trying to will the redness away from your cheeks. Sitting on the couch, you put on a random movie, but you couldn’t pay attention to what was going on. The scene kept replaying in your mind over and over, it also didn’t help that Jack had an arm lazily draped behind you on the couch.

A few hours later, the cupcakes were out of the oven and cooled. The two of you stood in front of the multitude of dessert that was on the counter, piping bags filled with frosting in hand, “Ok so watch what I do,” you said, turning your focus to frosting a cupcake, creating a perfect spiral.

Jack attempted to copy you, but it didn’t work out very well, “I suck ass at this.” You laughed, “You’ll get a hang of it.”

As you two both kept frosting cupcakes, Jack slowly started to improve and you fell into a nice rhythm. That is, until you heard Jack groan, you looked over to see frosting covering his hand, “Goddammit.”

You laughed, “How did you manage to do that?” He shrugged and looked around for something to wipe his hand off, unfortunately there were no rags in sight.

“Guess I’ll just have to use something else,” he said and turned to you with a smirk. Your eyes widened as he lunged towards you, wiping the frosting on his hand all over your face. You gasped as he stood there triumphantly.

“You are going to pay for that,” you said, picking up a cupcake and smushing it into his face, the remains falling onto the ground. He laughed in disbelief, “Oh it is on.”

You shrieked as he grabbed another handful of frosting, but you were ready and dodged his hand, running away. He chased you around the counter and into the dining room, you tried to use the chairs to block his path but it was no use. You skidded down the hall, running to the bathroom with the idea to lock yourself inside. However, you felt a strong arm wrap around your waist and drag you back. You screamed as Jack used his other hand to spread the frosting on your face, even in your hair.

He eventually let you go and you turned around to face him, taking in the sight of cupcakes and frosting all over him. You both broke into a fit of laughter, you had to lean into his shoulder and clutch your stomach, you were laughing so hard. Soon though, the laughter died down and something else replaced the air. You looked up at him, he stared at you with an intense look in his eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed and you watched as he licked his bottom lip.

You couldn’t breathe as he took a hand and placed it under your chin, tilting your face up. Your heart was beating so loud, you were sure that he could hear it. He got closer to your face, your lips barely brushing against each other. You couldn’t take it anymore, you closed the distance, fully pressing your lips to his. He immediately wrapped a hand around your waist and drew you close, your own hands wrapping around his neck. He tasted like the vanilla frosting you made and you assumed you tasted the same. The kiss was soft at first, but it soon got more and more deep. You nipped at his bottom lip and he groaned, tightening his hold on you. He suddenly drew away, but his attack didn’t stop. His lips traveled down your jaw and your neck. You shivered as he licked some frosting that was on your neck.

“Jack,” you whispered breathlessly. He made his way back up to your lips and pressed a softer kiss to them. He smiled and rested his head against your forehead, absentmindedly drawing shapes on your hip.

“Yeah those cupcakes do taste pretty good,” he said, licking his lips. You rolled your eyes and drew him back in for another kiss.

You couldn’t agree more.

[whore4hockeymen]

Sleeping Beauty

~Quinn Hughes~

first ever post lol, just a small little blurb for now

TW: none, pure fluff.

Word count: 602

Moving in with Quinn has made you realize one thing, that he sleeps a lot. He spent most of his free time with his eyes closed. Normally, this wouldn’t have mattered to you, but you were a very energetic person. You believed in making the most of your day and doing productive things instead of sleeping. In fact, the last time you had a nap was in highschool.

You understood that practice and games tired out Quinn and you knew he had trouble getting a full night’s rest. You honestly try your best to be patient, but you can’t help but feel a little bit neglected. However, you hated confrontation and didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, so you stayed quiet.

You stood in the kitchen putting together a fruit bowl for an afternoon snack when the door opened. Quinn walked in and took off his shoes, looking tired as usual, “Hey babe.” He walked into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. He reached forward and plucked a grape from the bowl, popping it into his mouth.

“Do you want me to make you one?” you ask, gesturing to the fruit bowl. Quinn shook his head, “I’m ok, I’m just going to hop in the shower then lay down for a bit.” You inwardly sighed, but smiled at him anyways and nodded. He gave you one last quick kiss and headed towards your guys’ room. Standing at the counter, you suddenly had an idea.

With a smile, you quickly walked into your room, hearing the shower running. Changing out of your jeans and sweater, you put on shorts and one of Quinn’s shirts. You hopped into bed and pulled the soft comforter over you. A few minutes later, the shower turned off and you saw Quinn walk into the bedroom with just a towel around his waist. He didn’t seem to notice you, turning his back to you to rummage through the dresser.

Your eyes happily took in the sight of his back with water droplets shining off it. As your gaze wandered downwards, you found yourself wanting his towel to come off. That’s not what we’re here for. You can wait. You mentally chided yourself. You tried not to watch as he put on his boxers and gray sweatpants that you loved so much. Once he turned around, he finally caught sight of you, surprise evident in his face.

“Hey babe!” you said happily, gesturing for him to lay down.

“Hey. . .” he replied, “What are you doing?” He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at you.

“I hardly see you anymore Sleeping Beauty,” you laughed a little, “Then I thought, well if you can’t beat them, join them.”

A grin appeared on Quinn’s face as he finally laid down fully onto the bed. You immediately cuddled up to him, your head on his shoulder, hand on his stomach, and leg draped over his. He gave you a soft smile as he looked at you, quickly leaning in to give you a kiss.

“I’m sorry, I know that I sleep too much, I’ll try to be better,” he said, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and giving it a squeeze.

“It’s ok,” you said with a smile, your eyelids already feeling droopy, “Maybe I can get used to this napping thing.”

You closed your eyes and fell asleep to the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest and his fingers drawing shapes onto your arm.

It was the best nap you’ve ever had.