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🐰 ARIANNA. twenty she/her writer sharks <3

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main players i write for:

will smith, macklin celebrini, beckett sennecke, fraser minten, connor bedard

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[angelicbrini]

Pleaseee do something for Connor, I feel like there isn’t enough out there!!

MISSING YOU • CB98

Pairing — Connor Bedard X Girlfriend!Reader

In Which — Connor’s comes home after a week of away games, craving his favorite thing to eat (you).

W.C. 1.3k

Warnings — NSFW. Oral F!Recieving. Slight Biting? Fingering. (Connor Is A Munch).

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Sometimes you find it difficult being Connor’s girlfriend. It’s not anything to do with your feelings towards him, but you hate how he’s regularly on the road. Since he’s a hockey player, he’s almost always on a flight or the Blackhawks bus, playing away games and leaving you alone. You don’t blame him. It’s part of his career and he’s worked hard to be one of the best in the league. You like how committed he is to that.

But it sucks when you’re left alone at home with nothing to do and no boyfriend to fuck you. Thankfully, Connor’s supposed to be coming back home tonight.

You can’t help but smile to yourself when you finally hear the sound of the front door unlock. You’ve missed Connor so much, more than you can put into words. Maybe it’s because every time you watched him play on TV, all you could think about was the way he always has you whining and moaning beneath him.

The bedroom door creaks open, revealing Connor standing there. He has a duffel bag thrown over his shoulder, looking even more attractive than you remember. Except, it’s in that tired athlete type of way.

“Hey, pretty,” Connor murmurs, quickly setting his bag down. He wastes no time making his way towards the bed, taking a seat at the edge. “I missed you.”

“Con!” you practically squeal his name out of excitement. “I missed you more.”

Connor grins before he twists his body around, climbing on top of you. Your faces are flush against each other’s, close enough that you can notice almost every new change since you last saw him.

He’s got facial hair now, the light hairs appearing above his top lip and on his chin; he doesn’t like to shave while he’s on the road. He also has a new scar on his cheek, probably because he got shoved into the boards during his last game.

Connor knows that you’re staring at him, trying to examine his features. He likes that you’re observant, but there’s honestly only one thing on his mind right now.

You.

His face between your legs.

Your pure moans of pleasure.

He leans in closer until his lips are pressed against yours, capturing them in a hungry kiss. You missed the feeling of your tongues overlapping, and you can tell he did too. He’s kissing you like he hasn’t seen you in years, nipping your bottom lip with his teeth.

“Missed something else too,” he whispers through the kiss, his hand moving from your waist to your clothed cunt. He cups it, slowly rubbing you through the thin material of your sleep shorts.

You bite your lip to stifle your lewd sounds. “Fuck, Con,” you whimper. He doesn’t say anything, he just applies more pressure. “Please.”

“Please?” Connor repeats in that same whiny voice you’re using, mocking you. He’s trying to act like he’s not the one fighting the urge to rip your clothes off.

You roll your eyes before you grab his face, your fingertips pressing firmly into his cheeks. “Please, you know what I’m asking for.”

He grins. Typically, he’d press you for a clear response, but he simply cannot be bothered to do that right now. Throughout the entire flight back to Chicago, tasting you was the only thing on his mind.

Connor leans in, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before moving to your neck, sucking and biting your soft skin. He moves further down, peppering light kisses on your almost exposed stomach. He stops his movements once his head is between your legs, looking up at you.

“Missed this,” Connor repeats, trailing his tongue across your thigh. He’s just teasing you now, his eyes staying on yours.

“Please…” you whine, knowing what you want. You don’t want to beg, but you’re desperate.

He presses a kiss above the waistband of your shorts before he slowly pulls them off. Now you’re left in your black cotton underwear, your bottom lip wedged between your teeth as your gaze stays on him.

Connor’s movements are painfully slow. He likes watching your desperation, he likes seeing how much you need him just based off your body language. Even though it’s killing him inside as he’s silently begging to taste you, a large part of him is enjoying this.

He takes the waistband of your underwear between his teeth, pulling it down until you’re left bare for him. Connor just stares at your glistening cunt, eyes sparkling while his lips part.

“Don’t move,” Connor grumbles. Then he wastes no time, diving straight in. His tongue lands on your clit, sucking and lapping at the bud.

You immediately throw your head back, one hand landing in his hair as the other grips onto the blanket beneath you. You tug at his messy strands, squirming while attempting to stay still for him. He scored in all of his games. You should listen to him. He’s been waiting for this and he deserves it.

Connor’s strong, veiny arms wrap around your thighs, pinning you down and limiting your movements. “C’mon. Quit moving, baby,” he whispers, speeding up his movements. “Just lay back and let me enjoy this.” His breath is hot against your core.

“I’m— I’m trying,” you manage, eyes squeezing closed. You can feel his facial hair scratching against your delicate skin, the burning sensation adding a new feeling that makes it even harder to stay still.

You can’t help the pornographic moans and whimpers that leave your lips as he sucks on your most sensitive area. You absentmindedly grind against his face (which he doesn’t complain about), trying to seek your own release.

He drags two fingers over your folds without warning, parting them and giving him easy access to slip them both into your hole. Your moans become even louder while Connor remains unfazed. His eyes are closed as he moves his fingers and tongue at the perfect pace, enjoying this way more than he should.

He’s hard right now. Painfully hard, because his cock is quite literally straining against his sweats and begging for attention. But Connor’s choosing to ignore it. He’s fully focused on you and especially how good you taste.

“Holy shit— It feels so good, Con…” you trail off, your grip on his hair tightening. Your facial expression contorts out of pure pleasure—cheeks flushed, eyebrows furrowed, nose scrunched. You’re a fucking mess.

Connor just hums in approval because he doesn’t have anything else to say. This is what he’s been craving for days, and here he finally is. Tasting you, listening to your moans, feeling your fingernails dig into his scalp as you struggle to listen to his orders and stay still.

You’re shifting around repeatedly; Connor knows that you’re close. He increases his pace, not even giving you the chance to say anything. He curls his fingers inside of you, hitting that perfect spot that makes you stutter out a series of moans.

It doesn’t take you long to reach your climax, although that doesn’t stop him. Sure he removes his fingers, but his tongue continues to lap at your folds, collecting every single liquid and not letting a single droplet go to waste. At this point, you can’t even function. All you can hear is the sound of Connor slurping and his satisfied noises.

He eventually pulls away. You look down at him, staring at your juices coating his lips and chin. “Too much?” he asks.

You shake your head, reaching out to wipe his chin. He grabs your wrist, stopping you from cleaning him up.

“Ew, Con,” you tease him. “You’re so fucking gross.”

Connor just shrugs. He doesn’t care. This is what he’s been missing for an entire week, so he’s not just going to let this moment pass. And as long as he has a say, this is definitely about to become some sort of sacred tradition every time he comes back from an away game.

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🐰 bedsy definitelyyy needs some more appreciation on this app <3 thank you for the req!! i hope i wrote this well i lowkey had no idea what direction to take this in

[angelicbrini]

I love your will fic I would love to see something similar with Mack except reader rides his hand/ abs or something instead

SOMETHING NEW • MC71

Pairing — Macklin Celebrini X Girlfriend!Reader

In Which — You can’t help but want to try something new with your boyfriend. It involves riding, except it’s his abs.

W.C — 0.9k

Warnings — NSFW. Kissing. Ab Riding. Dry Humping. Praise Kink.

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Macklin groans against your mouth as you straddle his lap, rolling your hips against his. You’re in his bedroom, your breaths mingling as your tongues overlap.

The second Mack got home, he was on you. He spent most of the morning at the gym with Will, getting his hours in during an off-day. As soon as he walked through the front door, it was like he was starving.

You’ve been making out for a while now, purposely grinding your core against him. Right now, you’re craving something more. Your movements are fast, and it’s almost like he can tell you’re desperate for something else. You’re throbbing. You want some sort of stimulation. You normally like kissing Macklin, but you’re undeniably horny right now.

“Fuck,” he whispers, pulling away for a second. He can tell when you want something more. “You alright?”

You nod. “Yeah, Mack. It’s just…I wanna try something new.”

You’ve had this thought for a while. Every time you see him without his shirt off, the same idea popped into your head. You’ve been trying to push it away, but you can’t help yourself. Whenever he walks around with his top half fully on display, you can’t help but wonder.

Macklin tilts his head, intrigued. He rakes his fingers through your hair, his thumb rubbing against your cheek. “Oh, okay. What is it?”

You don’t say anything else. You grab the hem of his shirt, slowly pulling it over his head. He stays quiet, watching your determination and focus as you trace your fingertips over his abs.

Macklin’s built well; he’s a hockey player, he trains on a regular basis, and he’s almost always at the gym. He knows you love how his frame. You practically worship it, always spending more time dragging your tongue over his muscles when you’re peppering kisses on his body.

“Lay down,” you say.

He wastes no time following your orders. He likes when you take control. A small grin tugs at the corner of his lips as he watches jump up, discarding of your shorts, then your underwear. You’re standing in front of him now, your bare cunt on display for him as he lays back, using his elbows to prop his body up.

“You’re gonna ride me, baby?” Mack asks.

“Something like that,” you hum, crawling on top of him.

His big, veiny hands find your waist as you straddle his stomach, only hovering above him for now. Mack knows what you want, he’s not an idiot. He loves it. He loves trying different things with you. It turns him on whenever you come up with something new. He helps to lower you, guiding your cunt back and forth against his abs.

“You like it?” Mack asks, looking up at you as he bites his bottom lip. He’s barely doing anything. He’s just watching you fuck yourself on his stomach, the sight making him painfully hard.

“Yeah, Mack. Oh— Fuck,” you curse out, your bare cunt gliding over his muscles. He purposely tenses beneath you, and you can’t help the moan that slips from your lips. You splay your hands over his chest, trying to steady yourself. It’s embarrassing. You’re already wet.

Macklin grins, knowing. “Go on, keep using me,” he whispers, looking up at you as your jaw hangs open and your hair falls over your face. “Keep it going, baby. You’re doing great, don’t stop.”

He places his hands on your ass, grabbing your bare skin while he continues to help you move. You whine at his words as you continue your quick movements. You love it when he praises you; when he tells you how good you’re doing.

“Feels s-so good, Mack,” you manage, chewing on your bottom lip to stifle your moans. You don’t want to be too loud. You don’t want your boyfriend to know that you can cum just from fucking yourself on his stomach.

All he wants to do is make you feel good, even if that means he has to lay down and watch you get yourself off while his cock painfully strains against his shorts. Right now, he doesn’t care about that. The sight above him is perfect—your flushed face, jaw hanging open, sweat droplets forming on your forehead. It’s taking a lot for him not to cum just from that.

“You almost there?” Macklin asks, looking up at you. You nod your head and he purposely tenses beneath you, earning quiet whimpers that slip from your lips. “Feel that?”

“Yeah— God, yes,” you moan, feeling your climax coming. The pleasure of his abs beneath you, combined with his words is all too much.

You feel your orgasm coming, the knot inside coming undone. He grins, watching your face twist in pleasure as you release all over his stomach, shamelessly coating his abs.

You shakily exhale, looking down at the mess. You’re a little embarrassed, your face heating up as you climb off of him.

“Holy shit,” Mack murmurs, blinking repeatedly while he examines the puddle formed on his abs. His eyes widen. “Fuck. That was so hot.”

You bury your face in your hands. “Really?” Your voice comes out muffled.

Macklin reaches up, moving your hands away. “Yeah, baby,” he says, placing a kiss on your knuckles. “So fucking hot.”

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🐰 thank you for the rec <3 this is so short omg but i hope you like it!! i mighttt write the hand riding one too...perchance

[angelicbrini]

OFF-SEASON GROWTH • WS2

Pairing — Will Smith X Girlfriend!Reader.

In Which — During Will’s softball game, you can’t help but notice how much your boyfriend has grown during the off-season. Or more specifically, how much his thighs have grown.

W.C — 1.4k

Warnings — NSFW. Thigh Riding. Dry Humping. Spit Kink. Finger Sucking. (DirtyFreak!Will).

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You tried your best to only focus on the game, really.

You went to the MayeDay Softball Classic to support Will during another one of his off-season activities.

You just wanted to cheer him on, and that’s what you were doing for the majority of it.

But you couldn’t help yourself when your gaze snapped to his thighs several times throughout the game, noticing the way his muscles flexed every time he ran.

Will wearing shorts isn’t new to you. He wears them all the time, mostly during the hockey season or when he’s going to sleep.

But ever since the off-season started, something’s changed. He’s been regularly going to the gym, eating more protein, and rarely baking sweet treats.

The change is evident. His biceps are more defined, the muscles in his back are thoroughly outlined with every shirt he wears, his abs are even more prominent than before.

And most importantly, his thighs. They’re thicker, wider, and they’re all you can think about.

It especially doesn’t help that you’re currently on the couch sat next to Will, while he hasn’t changed since you got back to his apartment. He’s still in those thin, blue shorts that leave nothing to your imagination.

You’re trying to focus on the movie playing, but you can’t stop looking over at his legs.

He hasn’t said anything about it, because he hasn’t noticed. Or maybe he has and he’s just trying to see how long you’ll keep this up for.

You look over again, thickly swallowing as your eyes trace over his thighs.

“Baby?” Will calls out, breaking the silence.

You clear your throat, repeatedly blinking.

“You haven’t said a word to me since we got back.”

That’s true. You congratulated him after he ran over with the trophy after winning the game, and you praised him for how well he played in a softball match despite being a hockey player.

But since you stepped through those doors, you haven’t said anything else to him. You’re not sure why you’re acting like this.

You and Will have done almost everything together. You’ve fucked in the backseat of his Bronco (more times than you can count), you’ve let him spit in your mouth (seeing his saliva land on your tongue will always turn him on), you’ve practically done everything with him.

So why can’t you just come out and say that you want to get yourself off on his thigh?

Then again, you know Will by now. He’s cocky, he’s confident, he’s annoying when you fuck. He makes fun of how vocal you are, he recreates your facial expressions just to piss you off, he claims you can’t take his entire cock.

He’ll probably make fun of you and call you sensitive if you can cum just from riding his thigh.

But right now, you’re horny and the only thing you want is to feel his muscles flex beneath your core.

“It’s just…” you trail off, chewing on your bottom lip. “Yourthighsarenice,” you blurt out in one ago.

Will’s eyebrows pull together, his jaw flexing as he chews on some peppermint gum.

“I mean— your legs. Your thighs are bigger, I can…tell you’ve been going to the gym.”

He nods, a smug grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “You can tell, huh? Think I’m almost ready for next season,” he boasts, smacking his thigh.

You fall silent, awkwardly twisting your lips to the side.

Will tilts his head, noticing how quiet you are. “That it, baby?”

You feel your cheeks heat up at his voice.

“It’s just,” you pause, dropping your head. “I want to try something else.”

Will chuckles. “You wanna ride my thigh?”

You look up, mortified that he even suggested that. Is he joking? Can he read your mind? Is he opposed to the idea?

“C’mon, baby. I’m not stupid,” he utters.

He looks at you, something different in his eyes. Then he moves his hand, patting his thigh for you to come over.

“You don’t mind?” you ask.

Will shrugs. “You think I don’t wanna see how quick you can cum just from fucking my leg?”

You bury your face in your hands, feigning embarrassment at his dirty words. But you don’t hesitate to jump up from the couch, standing in front of him.

He spreads his legs wider, his bulge poking through his shorts. “C’mon,” he mumbles, patting his thigh again.

You roll your eyes as you pull your shorts down, leaving yourself in a pair of black lacy panties and a tank top.

Will grins at the sight, reaching out and grabbing your wrist. He pulls you onto his thigh. You’re not riding him yet, just hovering as your core aches to feel his muscles tense beneath it.

He doesn’t give you any warning. Will places his hands on your hips, gripping your bare skin as he lowers your clothed cunt onto his thigh. Your breaths turn shallow as you move on your own accord, a quiet gasp slipping from your lips.

“Feel good, baby?” Will breathes out, looking up at you.

Despite how cocky he always is, his face is flushed. His cheeks are a light shade of pink, and his jaw is slowly moving now as he chews on his gum, prioritizing your pleasure over the growing bulge straining against his shorts.

“Yeah— Fuck, yeah,” you manage, slowly rocking your hips as he purposely flexes his thigh. “Fuck, Will.”

“Yeah, keep it going,” he whispers, a wide grin breaking out. Normally, he’d make jokes about how you barely need him to do anything to make you cum. But now, he’s too caught up in the moment of feeling your clothed, wet cunt grind against his bare skin.

He purposely tenses beneath you, causing a small whimper to slip from your lips.

“Doesn’t take much for you,” he remarks, his finger tracing over your stomach.

“Shut— God, it feels so…” you trail off. This moment of bliss feels so good, too good for you to finish your sentence. Your jaw hangs open, chest rising as you continue to move against his thigh.

Will can feel the wetness slipping through the thin material of your lace panties, but he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t mock you, or laugh, or tease you for being so sensitive. He stays silent, except for the occasional quiet groans leaving his mouth every time you accidentally hit his clothed dick. He doesn’t want to say anything. He just wants to admire your pretty and flushed face as you fuck yourself on his leg.

You let out a shaky breath as you drag your clothed clit against his bulky thigh. You place your hands on his shoulders, steadying yourself. “God, Will.”

“You look so pretty,” he whispers, cupping your cheek. “So fucking pretty riding my thigh. You’re gonna cum just from that?”

You frantically nod, tipping your head back. Quiet moans slip from your lips every time he purposely flexes beneath you.

But it’s not enough. You push yourself off of him, wasting no time pulling your panties off and discarding them.

“So desperate,” Will comments, watching as you return to your previous position.

“Just— I needed— Fuck,” you cry out, the skin-on-skin contact feeling even better than before. You drag your wetness over his muscle, biting your lip to contain your moans out of embarrassment that this is all it takes.

He runs his fingers through your hair, sitting there and doing absolutely nothing. He occasionally flexes his muscles on purpose, but he wants to see how little he has to do to make you cum.

As you continue your movements, he places his thumb on your lips. You know what he’s trying to do, so you part your lips enough for him to slip his thumb in. He wastes no time exploring your mouth as you swirl your tongue around him, noticing the darkened look in his blue eyes.

“Fuck, baby,” he mumbles, removing his thumb. He rubs your spit over your lips, watching the rest trickle down your chin. He loves it. It’s taking a lot for him not to cum just by the sight of your fucked out expression with spit all over your lips. “You almost there?”

“Mhm,” you whimper, nodding your head. You speed up your movements, dropping your head to his shoulder as you feel your climax coming. You can’t help it. The feeling of his thumb in your mouth combined with your bare pussy rubbing against him is too much.

He grabs your ass, kneading it beneath his fingertips as you cry out. You stutter out a moan, feeling yourself come undone over nothing but Will Smith’s bare leg.

You climb off of him, watching your own liquid puddle on his thigh. He looks down, sharply exhaling. “That’s all it took?” he asks with a grin.

“Just— can you stop?” you whine, hiding your face with your hands.

Will shakes his head, standing up to probably go clean himself up. “Don’t worry, baby. My thigh’s here whenever you need it again.”

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🐰 my first fic on here! reqs are open!

[angelicbrini]

🐰 MASTERLIST

( smut — ✦ )

WS2

• off-season growth ✦

in which: during will’s softball game, you can’t help but notice how much your boyfriend has grown during the off-season. or more specifically, how much his thighs have grown.

MC71

• something new ✦

in which: you can’t help but want to try something new with your boyfriend. it involves riding, except it’s his abs.

BS45

• coming soon

CB98

• missing you ✦

in which: connor’s comes home after a week of away games, craving his favorite thing to eat (you).

FM93

• coming soon

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🐰 if a player isn’t on here i probably will write for them <3 just ask