so close to what | a social media au! series - part 1
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-> featuring mat barzal and female reader; numerous side characters of other NHLers and their significant others 
a/n: this is my first post/writing in a long time after a hiatus so i apologize if it’s not the best, hopefully things will get better as this series progresses 🤞🏼🙈
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barzal97
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barzal97 offseason recap
pagertrain don’t remind me it’s over
-> barzal97 back to the grind bud haha
user4406 mat has got to be the hottest guy in the nhl like damn 😍
-> user1039 can we get him on the bachelor or something? I’d tune in every week 🤣
-> user1022 no way this man is single haha, but one could hope
titobeauvi91 what a beaut
-> barzal97 you looking at yourself in that picture bud??
your.name definition of hot boy summer 🥵
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-> barzal97 can’t have a hot boy summer without a hot girl 👀
user1104 I’d give my kidney for a chance with this man
-> user3003 I’d give more than that haha
trevorzegras STUD
thomaschabot5 there he issssss
user1049 😍😍😍
user9080 how is he real?
jackeichel nice not including anything from our round of golf where i smoked you bud 🤣
-> barzal97 yeah we need to run back the tapes on that one eichs haha
user4403 thank god hockey season is back so i can see him on my tv again 😩😍
austonmatthews documenting the last summer of just the boys eh? lol
-> barzal97 it was a good final run 🫡
user1013 i swear these guys always confuse me with their comments 🤣
-> user5506 well a girl definitely commented and mat commented back, soooo he’s probably not single like everyone thinks 🤷🏼♀️
your.name
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your.name finders keepers 🤞🏼
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barzal97 🔒❤️🔥
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your.name 😘
daniellepulock my favs 😍
katyavas finallyyyyyyy 😩🙌🏼
-> your.name had to let everyone know since there seemed to be some confusion 😜
user2040 no. way.
-> user3202 the amount of hearts that were just shattered with this post 🥲
user3035 wake up user1110, barzal97 is officially off the market 😭
-> user1110 NO NO NOOOO
cambeeby what took you so longgggg lol
-> your.name better late than never haha
pagertrain now cambeeby can finally gift you a wags jacket since it’s official lol
-> cambeeby I’ve only had it made for months…
-> your.name that seems like something you need to take up with barzal97 🤣
-> barzal97 hey you said it, better late than never 🤷🏻♂️
user4035 i can’t even be mad because she’s really pretty and seems like a great girl
-> user1034 you thought he’d date an ugly girl? 😂
-> user4035 HAHA i mean no, it just would make it easy to dislike her if she was…
-> user1034 pretty sure people will dislike her regardless cause she’s dating him 🤣🙄
emmasimard_ the cutest coupleeee 🧡
-> your.name that’s definitely you and titobeauvi91 😉
-> titobeauvi91 no wayyyy, barzal97 is a stud and you know it!
-> barzal97 ily titobeauvi97 🫶🏼
-> emmasimard_ should we give you two some alone time? Haha
user2305 what a start to my day seeing this 🥲
-> user5675 as if anyone in these comments had any shot with him to begin with…lol
so sorry for being on suchhhh a hiatus 🙈🥲 life has been just life for a few months, literally been so removed from things i have no clue what’s happening in the NHL anymore 😩🤣🤣
Butttttt i might have something in the works to get back into the mindset of writing 👀 hoping to have that posted this week if i get it to a place I’m happy with!!
Also, please feel free to update me on what has happened in the literally months I’ve been MIA 😂😂 i feel like I’m becoming an NHL fan for the first time I’m so clueless on things happening lol
a boy who’s jacked and kind, can’t find his ass to save my life
featuring -> arber xhekaj x female reader
word count -> 1.1k
genre -> fluff, very mild mild angst
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You let out a sigh as you made your way up the stairs of your apartment complex, another night seemingly wasted on a guy who only took you to dinner to try and get in your pants afterwards. And while sure, it had been awhile since you’d slept with anyone, you weren’t solely looking for that. And sex on the first date was never a good start to a relationship in your eyes.
So now here you are, going home with your tail between your legs after another failed date. A bottle of wine calling your name once you took off your makeup and swapped your heels and uncomfortable bodysuit for an oversized T-shirt and reruns of Gossip Girl.
Fumbling with your keys as they got caught in the zipper of your bag, you let out a groan.
“Woah, tough night?”
Your neighbor Arber smiled at you as he came up the stairs, a soft chuckle leaving his lips as he watched you struggling.
“Yes, Arber. Thank you for pointing out the obvious.”
With a huff, you finally got your keys untangled and unlocked the door of your unit. Heading inside you kicked off your heels and threw your bag on the counter, leather jacket flying across the room to land on the couch as you made a b-line for the fridge to get your hands on that bottle of wine.
“Do you wanna talk about it?”
You practically ripped the handle from your fridge as you jumped. Arber had a habit of lingering, and while you appreciate how he took interest in your life and when you were upset, he could do a better job at not scaring the crap out of you.
“Arber, seriously?! How many times do I have to tell you to knock or make your presence known a little less jumpscary?”
“Sorry.”
He laughed as he closed the door, taking off his own jacket and laying it over the back of a bar stool tucked under the kitchen island.
“So, what was this guy’s problem? Did he smell? Oh no, I got it. He likes to collect stamps.”
Shooting him a glare you returned the wine to the fridge after pouring two glasses, then sliding one to Arber.
“My grandpa collected stamps, relax. And no, didn’t smell. Simply just wanted in my pants, like all the other guys out there.”
Arber found himself a spot on your couch while you quickly went to change, opting for an oversized shirt and shorts now that you had company. Sure Arber had accidentally seen you in nothing but a t-shirt the few times he’d come barging in without warning, but you didn’t willingly want to give him anything to get wide eyed over.
“Hey now, not all guys want in your pants, you just must have really shitty luck with the ones you find.”
You rolled your eyes as you found a spot adjacent to him on the couch, taking a healthy sip of your wine.
“I just. I don’t know, I like to think I’m a catch. Like any guy would be lucky to find me. But it just feels like I’m never good enough, and I always end up hurt and alone. Maybe I’m just meant to be a single cat lady in this life.”
Though you were somewhat joking about the forever alone comment, you couldn’t help but feel like maybe there was some truth to it. Trying not to let the wine get you in your feelings, especially in front of Arber. Though you’d grown close, you didn’t feel like your relationship was on the level of crying while wine tipsy just yet.
“Y/n, stop with the pity party, you know none of that is true.”
“But what if it is? I mean, you said it yourself I suck at picking guys. Why don’t I deserve to find a guy that will listen, that wants to be around me, that likes me for me! Not just for the opportunity to get in my pants at the end of the night. Why can’t I find a guy like that? One who is kind, funny, can deal with my sarcasm and silliness and dish it right back. Why is that too much for me to ask for?”
Arber sighed as he set down his wine glass, sitting up on the couch as he pondered how to say what was on his mind. Not wanting to come across mean, but he felt that maybe some tough love was what you needed.
“You know what your problem is y/n? You’re oblivious!”
His words came out a bit harsher than he’d wanted, but the few drinks he’d had at the bar earlier mixed with the glass of wine had him feeling a bit relaxed and comfortable speaking his mind to you.
“Excuse me?”
He paced the floor as he let out a slight laugh, running a hand through his hair while you sat up confused.
“You’re so fucking busy looking for Mr. Perfect who checks all your boxes, that you fail to see a good guy when they are staring you in the face. You’re too hung up on the apps, face buried in your phone as you swipe left and right, that you fail to realize that maybe what you’ve been looking for, has been right in front of you. But don’t worry, message received loud and clear. Sorry I don’t want to sit around and hear you complain about your shitty luck with guys and how no one sticks around, when I’ve been here the whole fucking time. Goodnight y/n.”
With a slam of your door he was gone, and you couldn’t have felt like a bigger idiot. Of course, it was clear as day.
Arber.
Every time you’d come home crying because of a shitty date, or embarrassed because of the guy being a total weirdo, and every other story inbetween. Arber was always there. A glass of wine and a handful of jokes to make you feel better. To pick you back up and get you feeling confident in yourself again. To help you feel like there was still hope of finding someone. But little did you know they were just across the hall this whole time.
“Y/n you fucking idiot.”
Setting down your glass you quickly made your way across the hall. Hesitating as you pondered whether Arber would even open the door for you. But as you faintly knocked three times, you heard the lock click, and he soon appeared from behind the frame.
“Hi, I’m not sure if we’ve met? I’m y/n, and, I know this is random and possibly extremely forward of me. But I had a shitty first date tonight, and I’ve got a bottle of wine calling my name but I figured some company might be nice? Would you like to join me for a glass?”
A soft smile appeared on Arber’s lips as he accepted your hand in a shake, stepping out into the hall before closing the door behind him.
“Nice to meet you y/n, I’m Arber. And I’d love to join you.”
genre - smut; threesome, minors DNI, 18+ content, unprotected sex, P in V
featuring - auston matthews x female reader x william nylander
summary - auston’s girlfriend goes on a podcast and picks william in a game of; kiss, marry, fuck - so auston decides to give her what she wants
note - the ending kind of sucks, i haven’t written in awhile if you couldn’t notice from the lack of posting on my blog, so enjoy this as my return? Hopefully?
Settling into your seat, you’d taken advantage of the complimentary cocktail you were offered prior to recording. You were appearing on your friend’s podcast as a special edition episode for the upcoming NHL All-Star game. Being one of the WAGs with a bigger social media presence, you often got invitations for appearances such as these.
“You ready?”
Looking at Chelsea you took a deep breath, followed by another quick sip of your cocktail before nodding your head.
The beginning half of the podcast focused on you, your relationship with your boyfriend now captain of the Maple Leafs, Auston Matthews. The second half delving into the more gossip style questions, which you were sure would wind you up in some trouble.
“Okay, so, as much as we all love talking about your man, we gotta talk about the other men of the Maple Leafs. So, let’s play a nice little game of: kiss, marry, and fuck.”
A blush quickly fell over your cheeks as you knew this would not end well. Looking at the camera as you warned, “Auston please turn this off now,” before allowing Chelsea to continue.
“Obviously, Auston will not be an option for this game because that would be cheating. So, without wasting any more time, first member of the Maple Leafs: William Nylander.”
“Fuck.”
Chelsea’s eyes went wide at your almost immediate response to the first player she’d promoted with, which of course she had to inquire about.
“Okay, I’m going to need you to elaborate because that answer was instantaneous. Why are you fucking Willy?”
“I mean, have you seen him? He’s got a good fashion sense, and if not Auston, I would one-hundred percent have to fuck Willy.”
The moment the podcast ended you knew that Auston would not be happy with the game of kiss, marry, fuck. However, you hoped it was at least taken more in a comedic sense versus people taking it to heart. Regardless if your answer was genuine to how you felt or not, you didn’t need your boyfriend thinking you had thoughts of his teammate on a regular basis.
The night was being capped off with a dinner for the Leafs all-stars and their guests they’d brought to town for the weekend. Auston sat in silence as he watched you put the finishing touches on your outfit of some simple gold earrings and a few bracelets.
“Okay, looks good?”
You turned to him with a smile as you gave him an opportunity to look over your outfit, Auston always giving you his stamp of approval before heading out the door.
“Yup, good. Ready to go?”
He stood up from the chair in the corner of the room as he headed towards you, taking your hand to pull you towards the door of the hotel room.
“Aus, everything okay? That was a bit of a lackluster response compared to your usual comments.”
He let out a soft sigh as he stopped to turn back towards you.
“You’re right, I’m sorry. You look great, I’m sure Willy is definitely gonna want to fuck you seeing you look this good.”
Auston rolled his eyes as he continued towards the door, pulling you with him as you sighed.
The podcast had not gone over well with Auston, specifically your comments about Willy being the one guy besides Auston on the Leafs that you’d choose to fuck. No matter how many times you told him it was a game and you weren’t thinking about fucking his teammate regularly, he didn’t want to hear it. A chip very much on his shoulder as the idea of you thinking about any of his teammates in such a way made his blood boil.
“Aus, babe, how many times do I have to tell you. It was a game on a podcast, you have nothing to be upset or worry about! I promise!”
Placing a kiss on his lips you were happy to see him slightly relax at your reassuring words. His thumb lightly brushed over the back of your hand as a smile came across his lips.
“Okay, I believe you. I just, I can’t help but be jealous. I know my girlfriend is hot as fuck, so naturally I assume that everyone else knows it too. And the idea of you wanting to fuck one of my teammates, definitely had me hot and ready to explode.”
“Not hot and bothered?”
You playfully joked as Auston rolled his eyes, not caring for any sarcastic comments of yours as he pulled you down the hall.
“No way, I don’t even want to think of Willy or any of the guys getting you all to themselves.”
A smirk found its way across your lips as you two waited for the elevator, Auston eyeing you confused as the ding alerted you two of the ride's arrival.
“What? You know I don’t like it when you start smirking like that.”
“Nothing, you just said you don’t wanna think about any of the guys getting me all to themselves. But, I wondered what you’d say if it wasn’t one of them, just by themselves. Like what if-“
The ding of the elevator arriving in the lobby stopped your thought, Auston staring at you in confusion as you made your way out and towards the group that was waiting for the two of you.
Shaking his head he let the words escape him as he caught up to you and the group, lacing his fingers with yours as the group headed out for dinner. Auston, Mitch, and William had been voted to the All-Star game and it was a tradition they’d started to do a dinner with friends and family that they flew out for the festivities.
As you found your seat at the table, you failed to notice it was directly across from William. Normally you wouldn’t care or pay it any mind, but with Auston still not thrilled with your comments made on the podcast, you were sure this would add more fuel to the fire.
“Y/n.”
You heard William’s voice softly break through the rumbling of conversations at the large dinner table, pulling your attention as you made eye contact with him. Taking a sip of your wine you waited for him to speak, noticing that Auston was turning his attention to Willy though he tried not to make it obvious.
“You look gorgeous, that’s the dress you were eyeing in Paris yeah?”
A smile came across your face as you thought back on the trip you took with Auston that had seen you coming home with tons of new clothes. Some of which you couldn’t decide on, leading you to enlist the help of resident Maple Leafs fashionista William Nylander. The dress he urged you to get was the one you wore tonight; it was simple, strapless, and you paired it with a vintage Maple Leafs racing style jacket.
“It is, you remembered.”
He offered you a cheers of your wine glasses with a smirk, shrugging his shoulders as he brought the glass to his lips.
“How could I not remember when you look so gorgeous in it? I can understand why you and Auston were late to meet us all for dinner.”
Willy shot you a wink as you rolled your eyes, the smirk on your lips fading as you noticed Auston clearly not amused by the conversation. Turning your attention to some chatter coming from the opposite end of the table, you hoped Auston would just drop the entire thing. But as he and William got up and headed towards the bar, you were sure that wasn’t the case.
“What can I get you boss?”
William smiled at Auston while flagging down a bartender, Auston simply replying “tequila on the rocks” as he leaned an arm on the counter.
“You good? Things seem off with you tonight.”
Auston chuckled as he accepted his glass from the bartender, taking a sip as he shook his head at William.
“Am I good? You were fucking flirting with my girlfriend right in front of me dude. I mean it’s bad enough she made comments on that podcast about wanting to fuck you, but now I’ve got to sit through you hitting on her and shit?”
William immediately put his hands up in protest, chuckling as he shook his head.
“I meant nothing more than a simple compliment. I mean, yeah y/n is gorgeous. And I think any guy you asked would be lying if they said they didn’t wanna sleep with her. But I’m not trying to cross any lines here, honest. You think I’d do something like that?”
Auston sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, believing that William was telling the truth. But still confused by the comments you’d made earlier in the elevator.
“I mean, I don’t know. Y/n was saying some things earlier, it almost made me think the comments she made on that podcast weren’t just a joke or for entertainment.”
William’s eyes went wide as he sipped his drink, slightly coughing as he wasn’t sure how to respond.
“Wait, you think, she was serious? That she wants to sleep with me?”
“Not exactly, she said something in the elevator about what if it wasn’t just William having me all to himself.”
William started laughing as Auston furrowed his brow, not appreciating the humor that his teammate was finding in this situation.
“Dude, I’m gonna go ahead and say that your girlfriend is hinting at wanting to have a threesome.”
Auston’s eyes went wide as he glanced to the table, seeing you laughing about something Mitch was telling the table. The thought of a threesome was never something he imagined you’d be interested in let alone think about.
“A threesome? What? No way, with you? You really think that’s what she was hinting at?”
William shook his head, laughing at Auston’s sudden awkwardness over the thought. Simply patting his shoulder as he grabbed his glass to head back to the table.
“Threesomes can be a good time, don’t knock it till you try it, that’s all I’m saying.”
Dinner had wrapped up and you’d noticed Auston was rather quiet after his trip to the bar with William. You normally would assume it’s because he’s tired with all the hustle and bustle of All-Star Weekend, but you couldn’t be so sure.
“You okay babe?”
Squeezing his hand tight you searched his face for some sort of sign, something to let you in on what had him so quiet.
“Can I ask you something?”
The two of you were behind the group so he wasn’t worried about anyone overhearing, though you’d become a bit nervous for what he had to say.
“Do you, have you. Do you want to fuck William?”
Rolling your eyes you couldn’t believe this was being brought up again, despite your effort to shut down the silly comments made during a game on a podcast, it was clear Auston wasn’t letting it go.
“Aus, I’ve told you. It was a game on a podcast, there’s nothing more to it than that.”
“Do you want to fuck me and William? Like together?”
Your eyes went wide hearing the question pour from your boyfriend’s lips. Taking a moment to replay the question in your mind just in case maybe you’d heard him wrong.
“What, like, you think I want to have a threesome?”
Your voice got quiet on the final word, praying no one around could hear the conversation as you felt your heart begin to race. Your palms sweating as you could see Auston was awaiting an answer, and he’d know if you were lying.
“I mean, I don’t know. Maybe. Yeah? It’s just one of those random sexual thoughts you get sometimes. Haven’t you ever had one?”
Auston slightly chuckled seeing how flustered you’d become, shaking his head as he took your hand in his. The rest of the walk back to the hotel was silent, minus your heart that was beating loud in your head as you’d wondered what admitting to your thoughts was making Auston think.
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It wasn’t uncommon after a multi-point night on top of a commanding win for Auston to be ready to rip your clothes off the second you’d get home. His hand slowly finding its way between your thighs on the ride home, trying his best to drive the speed limit though his foot would be glued to the gas pedal racing through Toronto traffic.
Though you would try to please and pleasure him after a multi-point performance, Auston can never give up control that easily. Always wanting to have things his way, despite your begging to make him happy.
“Baby, you remember what you asked me…the night of the dinner at All Star weekend?”
He spoke in between kisses, his breath heavy as his hands quickly worked on your jeans, then moved to discard your jacket and top to the side.
“Mmm, sure…No, of course not I don’t fucking remember anything from that night right now Aus. Can this wait?”
You pleaded with him as he slipped a hand past the waistband of your thong, fingers slowly tracing your slit as he smirked seeing you flinch beneath him at the feeling.
“It could, but I wanna talk about it now.”
Groaning you reluctantly gave in, thinking back on that night, trying to remember what you asked him. Of all the things you could’ve said, nothing was coming to mind.
“Aus, please just tell me so we can get this over with.”
Grinding your hips you tried your best to urge his fingers to continue, but he stopped their movements as he pulled his hand from your thong. His thumb tracing over your cheek before holding your chin as he brought you closer for a kiss.
“You asked me if I’d ever had a random sexual thought, like how you thought of a threesome with me and Willy.”
His eyes looked down at yours, lust filled as he smirked, watching as your chest rose and fell with sharp breaths as you tried to be patient. Auston always hated when you would rush him.
Before he could finish his thought, a knock came at the door along with a groan from your lips. Auston chuckled to himself as he gestured for you to go and get it. Scoffing at him you crossed your arms over your chest, as if to protest that you were not moving.
“Baby, look at me, I can’t answer the door like this!”
His arms were open wide as he shrugged, his gaze falling to his cock that was rock hard in his briefs. Rolling your eyes, you threw on his dress shirt as another knock came at the door.
“Fine! But you owe me, big time!”
“Oh don’t worry, you’ll get your wish.”
Auston sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his forearms as he watched you hurry off to the door.
“Coming!”
You shouted as a third knock came, quickly checking that all the buttons were done and your matching blue lace bra and thong couldn’t be seen beneath the dress shirt.
“Can I help-“
As you opened the door, you were greeted with the blonde hair and blue eyes of none other than William Nylander.
“Willy? What the fuck are you doing here?”
Quickly wrapping your arms around yourself, you did your best attempt at hiding the fact you were simply in a bra and thong beneath the dress shirt. Thankfully your face was already red from the events that had begun upstairs so it hid your blush of embarrassment seeing William at the door.
“Auston told me to come over.”
“He what?”
William had shown himself inside, leaving you confused as you shut and locked the door. You expected Auston to have trailed behind you, but he was nowhere in sight.
Heading upstairs you kept glancing back at William as a smirk remained plastered on his face as you rushed to get some sort of explanation from Auston.
“Aus, what the fuck? Why is he here?”
Your whisper yelling was useless as William had followed shortly behind, now leaning in the doorway of your bedroom as Auston reached out to tuck some hair behind your ear with a cocky grin.
“Didn’t I say you’d get your wish baby girl? Well, this is your lucky day.”
Looking from Auston to William, you’d felt the lightbulb click in your brain as you felt your cheeks turning red. William moved to lean on the dresser, arms crossed over his chest as Auston took your hand in his, pulling you in for a kiss.
“Auston, I told you, it was just a random thought. You don’t need to do this, he’s your teammate.”
He playfully bit your lip before moving you off of his lap, standing up next to William as you sat on the edge of the bed.
“Well, we are gonna take care of this random thought once and for all. William and I talked, there’s no reason for it to be awkward. He’s gonna respect my rules, and we’ll have some fun. Sound good?”
You were trying to pick your jaw up off the floor, the idea of Auston ever being okay with something like this seemed ridiculous. But as both men smirked at you, sharing a laugh at your inability to speak, you realized they weren’t kidding.
“Why don’t you help Willy out a bit, we got a head start on things. Get him up to speed.”
Auston made his way to the chair that sat in the corner of the room, watching as Willy made his way over to you while already starting on his belt. Your breath hitching in your throat as you glanced from Willy to Auston, just waiting for the moment they both would burst out laughing telling you this was a prank. But as William did away with his pants and boxers, leaving him fully exposed to you, it was clear this situation was very real, and you were indeed going to fulfill this fantasy of yours.
“Go ahead baby, it’s okay.”
Looking at Auston, he was already palming himself over his briefs as he was impatiently waiting to watch you. Normally he’d never be okay with such an idea, but hearing that you’d thought about this, even if it was just once, he found himself desperate to experience the idea. Not that he was excited to watch you pleasure his teammate, but the idea of watching while you and William had to follow his rules turned him on more than anything.
You glanced up at William with innocent eyes, slowly moving from the edge of the bed you fell to your knees as your hands slowly trailed up his thighs. Noticing how he slightly flinched at your touch, his breath sharp as you finally wrapped a hand around his cock. Bringing it to your mouth as you began to bob your head up and down his length, feeling as he grew hard against your tongue.
“Fuck, she’s fucking amazing.”
William threw his head back as he brought a hand up to your hair, gripping it as he helped to guide you.
“Hey! What did I say? No touching her.”
William quickly dropped his hand, both of them resting on the comforter as they gripped it tight, desperately needing something to hold as he was overwhelmed by how good your lips felt wrapped around his cock.
“Sorry Auston, she’s just fu-holy shit! She’s really fucking good at this.”
“I know she is, but we talked about this. You don’t touch her, or else this is over.”
William nodded as he let out a few soft moans, his lustful eyes watching you as you slowly took all of him into your mouth, gagging slightly as more expletives fell from his lips.
“Is he up to speed baby?”
Auston stood up from his place, discarding his briefs as he was rock hard from watching you. His hand slowly stroked his cock as he made his way over to you, helping you from your spot at the foot of the bed as you wiped the corners of your mouth.
You felt William’s eyes scanning you from your head down to your eyes, undressing you was more the vibe as Auston began working on the buttons of the dress shirt. Sliding it off your shoulders as he wanted William to see how good you looked in your bra and panties.
“Isn’t she sexy?”
William nodded as he bit his lip, so badly wishing he could have his hands on you. Watching as Auston stood behind you; one arm reaching around to pull your lips to his for a kiss, the other wrapping around your waist and slipped past the fabric of your lace thong.
A gasp left your lips as his fingers slid past your clit, dipping into your heat while he groaned at how wet you were for them already.
“Mmm, she’s so wet for us. Her panties are soaked.”
William’s hand gave his cock some much needed attention since it was aching now without your lips wrapped around it. The sight only turned you on more as Auston made sure you were watching him.
“What do you say baby? Do you want us to fuck you?”
Auston’s fingers picked up speed, earning soft whimpers from you as you were melting for him with every pump of his fingers inside you.
All you could muster were soft whimpers, Auston chuckling at how worked up the situation had you.
“Use your words baby girl, tell us what you want.”
“I-I, I want you to fuck me. Both of you. Please.”
With that Auston pulled his fingers from you, making quick work of your bra as he gave William a nod to discard of your panties. William then taking his place back on the bed, waiting impatiently for Auston to instruct of the next moves. It only turned you on more, knowing Auston was in control and William was having to listen. You could feel your blood rushing through you as you waited to finally have them, the excitement of not knowing how or who first had you even wetter than before.
“Let’s let Willy have some fun first huh?”
Auston helped you onto the bed, positioning you face down ass up as he stood in front of you. His cock begging for your lips to wrap around it, but you waited until he gave you instruction. Realizing this was Auston’s show and you and William were merely participants.
“Hands on her hips and ass, that’s it.”
William nodded as he slowly stroked himself as he positioned himself behind you. You felt your pussy throbbing knowing how close he was, knowing that you’d finally get to see if the rumors around William being a solid ten in bed were true.
“Fuck, she’s so wet.”
William groaned as he teased your slit with his cock, earning soft moans from you. You couldn’t help but instinctually try and push back against him to get him to slip inside, but he knew to wait. Sitting back as Auston grabbed your chin, pulling your eyes to meet his.
“Go ahead, tell him what you want.”
Looking over your shoulder your eyes met Williams before scanning his entire body. Taking in his built frame and amazing legs as he stood stroking himself, eager for your permission.
“Please William, I need you.”
His eyes flashed to Auston for approval before one hand fell to your hip while the other slowly teased his cock up and down your slit. Both of you moaning out as the feeling was already better than you could’ve imagined, the sexual tension exploding like fireworks as he finally dipped inside.
“Oh my god, fu-“
You couldn’t even finish the thought as you gripped the sheets, the feeling of William’s cock stretching you was a whole new experience than what you’d grown used to with Auston. It was different, and a whole new feeling that you couldn’t believe you were getting to experience.
“Does he feel good baby?”
Auston brushed your hair from your face as you bit your lip, nodding as you could barely form words while William slowly found a rhythm behind you.
“Well don’t leave me out honey, use that pretty mouth of yours for me.”
His words sent chills down your spine, as if there weren’t already enough there with how amazing William was making you feel. His soft grunts and expletives that were spoken under his breath had your pussy dripping for me.
Letting your grip go on the bed sheets, you took Auston’s cock in your hand, slowly stroking him as you gladly took him in your mouth.
A low groan erupted from him as his hand fell to your hair, holding a tight grip as he forced you down on his length.
“Fuck baby, you’re so hot. Let me hear how good he’s making you feel baby don’t be shy.”
With that William bucked his hips a bit hard, a slight laugh leaving his lips as he heard you moan in approval.
“Mmm it feels so good Aus, I’m so wet for him. For both of you. I love it.”
“Yeah? You think you can make us both cum for you baby?”
You hummed a confirming response as you took Auston’s length back into your mouth. The stroke of your hand matching the bobbing of your head as you tried your best to not lose focus while William’s thrusts were growing a bit sporadic, letting you know he was close.
Auston loved how confident you were, loving even more the idea of both men cumming just for you. And he wanted you to make it happen, but there was no way he was ending the night with only getting his dick sucked.
“Come here.”
He pulled you from his cock, pressing a harsh and sloppy kiss to your lips while William groaned at the loss of your pussy clenching his cock.
Auston took your face in his hands as a cocky grin slowly appeared on his lips.
“I want you to make him cum. And you don’t stop until we’ve both finished okay?”
You nodded your head with a slight bite of your lip, though you were confident in your ability, William was slightly bigger and thicker than Auston.
Flipping your position around, Auston was now the one with hands on your ass as he wasted no time thrusting into you. A loud moan escaping your lips as William traced his thumb over your jaw before bringing his cock to your mouth.
“Open up pretty girl.”
His smirk was just as bad as Auston’s and you could feel your pussy clench around Auston’s cock at the sight. The way he held your gaze as he watched you slowly bring your lips around him, a string of expletives leaving his mouth as you began to slowly stroke him as you bobbed your head. His hand falling to your hair as he couldn’t be bothered to abide by Auston’s rules, needing to keep your pace as he could feel himself coming apart.
“Such a good girl baby, gonna make us both cum. Fuck!”
William’s grip in your hair was growing tighter as you could see his thighs flexing as he was fighting back the urge to cum, trying to hold out as long as he could. Your strokes of his cock matching perfectly with the motion of your head as you tried your best not to slow down while Auston’s thrusts were hard and fast behind you.
You couldn’t help but giggle at William’s reaction, but you did as he asked. Continuing with that same motion as his breath began to become hitched, and he couldn’t control the moans that were leaving his lips as his head fell back.
“God you’re so fucking sexy baby. You ready for us to cum?”
Auston’s fingers were digging into your hips so tight you were sure he broke skin as he gave you three final strokes, a low groan escaping him as he came.
“Fuck, oh my-holy shit yes. Oh fuck.”
William followed suit as he came, his hand holding tight to your head as you felt his seed fill your mouth. Your strokes on his cock slowed as you swallowed every drop, eventually pulling your mouth from him as he tried to catch his breath.
Auston had already gone to grab a towel to clean you up, laughing at the sight of his teammate weak in the knees upon his return.
“You good Willy?”
William smirked and gave a thumbs up as the three of you laughed. Your mind still trying to comprehend what just took place, as all of this started from a simple game of marry, fuck, kiss.
Auston tossed you an oversized t-shirt as you tried to come to your senses, William finding his own clothes while Auston threw on some briefs.
“So, that was, fun?”
William awkwardly interrupted the silence, not sure what to say as he now had to do the walk of shame in his suit he’d worn to the game.
“Fun is definitely a good word.”
You chuckled out a response as you sat on the bed while Auston rolled his eyes helping to make sure William had all his things.
“You know, I’d totally be down if you guys ever wanted to-“
“William, no way. This was a one and done so my girlfriend will shut up about how bad she wants to fuck you. See you at practice tomorrow.”
He simply nodded his head, bidding you both farewell as he knew the way out.
Auston just laughed as he climbed into bed with you, pulling you into his chest with a kiss on your head.
“Thank you, I, I honestly never expected you to be okay with something like that.”
“Hey, there’s always a first for everything. And now that we’ve done that, let’s not do it again. I like you much better all to myself.”
You nodded as you pressed a kiss to his lips, wrapping your arms around him as you got comfortable.
“Okay but hypothetically, if I also was thinking the same thing about let’s say like Matthew Knies? Would that be a possibility or?”
“Babe, shut up. You know he has a girlfriend. And I’m never sharing you with another man ever again. But nice try. You’re stuck with me and only me.”
Warnings: unwanted advances, men not taking no for an answer, Clayton's involved in a fight.
Summary: You're not dating Clayton Keller, but there's one thing he can't stand and that's a guy not treating you with respect...turns out he hates it enough to fight a guy in a bar after a game.
Notes: All I have to say is i'm in my Clayton brain rot era.
Totally happy to take requests/ideas/prompts at the moment in my ask box :)
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It's a normal night or it starts that way. Being friends with a bunch of pro-athletes means you're often dragged out after home game wins to whatever bar they decide is best that night. Tonight it's Sunny's, a common choice for the Utah Hockey Club because of the pool table, dart board and the fact that most of the people who come in are old middle age men or contractors. Guys, who might ask for an autograph but not the usual screaming crowd that make it impossible for them to have a drink or two.
You never really had being friends with the lot of them on your bucket list, but Michael had met you when he'd taken his cats to the vets and you'd been there with your own, a fat black moggie called Gremlin who'd fallen in love with Ranger. From that point on cat dates had been a thing because in Kess' words 'you can't separate true love', you weren't entirely sure whether Gremlin loved Ranger or just wanted to lick the other cat bald.
Either way the moment you became friends with Kess was the moment you became friends with the entire team, suddenly you were being asked to events, invited to home games and the celebratory drinks after. It was nice, for the most part you felt like you were their sister, someone for them to look after but also mock, just as much as you made fun of them. You had a little community, a gang, a group where you belonged even if you weren't actually on the team.
The exception to that rule being Clayton Keller...you definitely did not want to feel like Clayton Keller's sister.
It was bound to happen, that you'd have a crush on at least one of the team. It wasn't really your fault, and well, Clay had this way of treating you, all soft and sweet and like a girl, that had you flushing under his attention and preening at any compliment he gave you. You were almost certain it was a one-sided crush doomed to go nowhere and leave you pining after the captain until you settled for some mediocre guy in finance. He was just so nice to you, so sweet.
Still, Clay was half the reason you'd agreed to come out to Sunny's that night. Determined to spend some time with or at least around him. You'd even gone home to change after the game into a nice dress before coming back out again because maybe, just maybe, this would be the night that Clayton Keller realised you were the girl he wanted.
You're waiting for your coca cola at the bar, leaning on your forearms and watching the room from over your shoulder. Kess and Dylan were playing a game of pool in the corner, Kess appearing to be losing based on the glare he was sending Dylan's way. The rest of the guys were sat around their usual table, beers in hand laughing and joking. Your eyes find Clayton like he's a magnet, he's smirking at something O'Brian's said, Tuna probably making some stupid dirty joke or telling a story at the expense of Kess.
"Hey, pretty..." You're pulled out of your people watching by a slurred drawl far too close to your ear for comfort. Your eyes shift to the man next to you, who might have been considered handsome if he wasn't staring at your boobs so blatantly that you suddenly understood what a tasty pastry felt like in a patisserie window. It wasn't particularly flattering.
You shift away from him as much as you can without appearing rude because he'd managed to somehow sneak up on you and get within inches of your ear. Something you're sure he thought was seductive but just made your shoulders tighten and your body tense.
"Hi." You try to keep your tone short, not wanting to encourage the man but hating to feel like you're being unnecessarily rude as well.
"Can I buy you a drink, baby?"
"I'm good, thanks." You gesture at the soft drink your bartender just placed in front of you, thankful that this is your cue to leave and return to the safety of a group of hockey players.
Unbeknownst to you in that moment Marino is nudging Kells with his elbow, chin gesturing in your direction. You look uncomfortable, the way you're shifting away from the man leering at you, practically leaning over you, says enough. Every time you shift away from him, he shifts closer and it's clear to Clayton that you'd rather be anywhere else.
He can't help it, the way it makes his hackles rise, the way his fist clenches tight around his beer bottle as he takes another swig, forcing himself to be cool, to just let you handle it for a moment. It's not like you're dating, it's not like he has any right to storm over there and maybe he's wrong...maybe you're interested in the guy leering down at you like you're a piece of meat. Maybe he's more your type than Clay is.
He doesn't really blame the guy for showing interest. You're beautiful, always, but...there's something about the way you look tonight. Maybe it's that your dress accentuates your hips or the fact that the colour makes your skin look like its glowing...or maybe Clayton is just a little weak for you. That's not exactly a new revelation for him. He's been weak for you since day one.
"Seriously, baby, that's not a real drink, let me get you a real drink."
"I'm good." You stress your point this time, snatching your drink back from the man who just tried to take it off you and straightening to walk back to the guys. Any pretence of politeness dropped because you don't have to deal with this and you aren't going to.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" It's a shift in attitude that you should have expected, you've seen it before, but you don't expect the hand that wraps around your wrist to stop you walking away, your drink spilling as you're jerked to a stop. His hand is tight, uncomfortable so and the situation has gone from irritating to frightening, fear running down you're spine because this strange man has his hands on you.
Your eyes find Clay's almost instinctively, wide and scared but he's already out of his seat and shoving people out of the way with short, sharp apologies as he goes. It's not like he's alone either, half the team are now looking your way, waiting to see if their captain needs any help or not. Looking to see if they need to also step in.
"Get the fuck off me." Still, in the time it takes Clay to reach you you try to shake the man off, glaring up at him like it might help. It doesn't, if anything his grip tightens and he pulls you closer, a hand reaching for the skin of your thigh like he has any right to touch you.
It's that that has Clay seeing red. Going from thinking he'd calmly intervene to storming between the two of you like a bull in a china shop. It must be the surprise of someone intervening that does it, but the man let's your wrist go and Clay's pushing you gently back and out of the way before he's letting a fist fly at the guy's face without so much as a word towards the other man.
"Shit, Clay...What the fuck are you doing?!" All you can do is take another step back, hands coming to your mouth because out of all the guys on the team, Clay's the last one you expect to be starting a fight in a bar with a guy at least a head taller than him.
He doesn't answer you because he's too busy fighting, you're so shocked, so focused on what's happening in front of you, that you jump when Kess brushes your shoulder, pool having been deserted in favour of helping O'Brian and Marino pull the two men apart.
Despite the size difference Clay's winning or it looks like he's winning, you're pretty certain he's broken the other guy's nose and even with a bloody busted lip, he doesn't look winded or ready to stop. Part of you hates it. A stupid display of male pride and dominance that you should not condone at all...another part of you feels a thrill at Clayton fighting on your behalf, at the blood speckles across his white dress shirt, at the bruising on his knuckles, at the way he licks the blood from his busted lip and smirks at the guy sarcastically. Like he's completely and utterly in control.
You're not sure he's going to stop, eyes feral, mouth pursed, huffing like an angry bull when Kess finally has him round the shoulders and starts pulling him away. Tuna doing the same to the stranger. But, Clay does stop, just shrugs Kess off with sharp movements, "I'm fine. He won't be if he doesn't fucking leave though."
It's Tuna that escorts the stranger out of the bar and you're certain the only thing stopping the bar owner from kicking Clay out is the fact he's a local celebrity who brings in half the customers.
"What the hell, Clay?" You're still shocked by the brute display of force from him, not scared, just surprised. You can't deny there's a certain appeal to it. To the way he looks at you as he wipes blood from his chin, how his large hands clench and unclench testing his knuckles for a break. They're just bruised. He's hot...hotter than usual and you kind of hate that you feel that way, like you're setting feminism back 100 years. But, God...
“No one gets to treat you like that, you hear me? No one.” He can't stand it. The entitlement to grab you, the belief that anyone has a right to touch you without permission, to talk to you like that. He's half a mind to chase after Tuna and the guy, to keep going, but he knows he shouldn't...he's already done more than he probably should have. Headlines in the morning no doubt already looking like 'Utah Captain beats local man in bar brawl!'.
"That...you can't just fight someone for being a asshole," You can see Kess gesturing for everyone to give the two of you privacy as Clay steps into your personal bubble. He's still amped up, chest heaving like he wants another fight, lips parted to take in more air. You hate that you want to take a bite out of him, you hate that you want him to take that energy out on you in a completely different way than fighting.
"Why the fuck not?"
"Because...because..." all you can come up with is, "I'm not your girlfriend, Clay...you don't have to defend me."
He looks at you like you're an idiot, the only time he's ever looked at you like that. Like you're daft and it makes you flush with warm embarrassment because why couldn't you think of something better to say.
"No one gets to treat you like dirt. Like a piece of meat. Like he owns you, okay? Doesn't matter if you're my girlfriend or not, men better treat you with respect or they're dealing with me."
"Clay...I get it, you're a woman loving, modern man but..." You're convinced this whole display is just part of his gentlemanly stick, his righteous desire for fairness and justice in the world and nothing to do with you. it would be cute how oblivious you are, if he wasn't so fed up with it.
"And before you start that shit, yeah, I'd defend any woman in here, but I sure as fuck wouldn't be throwing punches over anyone else, baby." Clay runs his hands through his hair frenetically, the strands messy and loose, hat non-existent for once.
You feel like your head is spinning, buzzing, confused because surely he's talking about the fact you're kind of friends, that you're not a stranger. He can't possibly mean...he called you baby? When did Clay ever call you baby?
His laugh is sardonic, disbelieving as he watches the way you stare at him, all wide eyed and confused like he hasn't been trying to flirt with you for the past six months that you've known each other. Like he doesn't try to compliment you every time he sees you. Like he didn't give you his number the very first day so you could meet up. Like he's not totally irrevocably in love with you.
"Do I need to spell it out for you, sweetheart?" He's being a bit abrupt, a little bit mean in a way Clay normally isn't with you. Not quite so soft and he'll apologise for that later but he's still angry about the whole thing and you're obliviousness to his feelings feels like a slap in the face, like he's not good enough for you to even comprehend the idea of something more with. You don't owe him anything, but fuck, he's frustrated with the ignorance of it all.
"You're not my girlfriend, but I sure as hell want you to be and I've been flirting with you for six months and if you're just not interested that's fine, I'll still be in your corner, but I need to know if I'm just wasting my time waiting." This time when you're backed against the bar top by a man, it's by Clay, and it's wanted. He's in your space but with enough room that he's giving you an out, you can slip under his arm and leave at any moment. But you don't.
"You like me?" It's every dream you've had about Clay, every want, rolled up into one. The way he barricades you in on the bar top. The smell of his cologne. The warmth of him. The intense stare of baby blue eyes as he tells you he actually likes you, that your stupid, silly little crush isn't actually as one-sided as you thought.
"Only been flirting with you since the moment we met, baby."
"You've been flirting with me?" You lean back to get a better look at his face, your mouth dropped in shock. In turn he leans back to look at you in a similar manner, eyebrows high, blue eyes blinking in confusion.
"Are you serious?"
"Fuck...I thought...I thought you weren't interested...I thought...I thought you didn't like me back..." You're practically having an existential crisis between his arms because he's just admitted he likes you that he's been flirting with you for months, that all your pining and your moping has been for literally nothing.
"Back?" Clay's smile is starting to grow, the one you adore, all teeth and dimples as he picks up on that one seemingly insignificant word and prods at it. As if that word has put all the frustration, all the anger, all the bad feelings of the night instantly to rest.
"I..."
"Do you like me, baby?" He's all teasing smirks and half-lidded eyes now, leaning back into your space so close that you're chest to chest, nose to nose. So close you can feel the warmth of his breath on your lips. So close it makes you stutter and freeze.
"Clay..." Your eyes dart to all your friends, all eyes on the two of you as you flush warm, cheeks growing supremely hot because fuck, Clayton Keller looks like he's about to kiss you in the middle of a bar with the entire team watching like they need popcorn.
You watch Clayton's eyes flicker to catch the audience watching, the way he takes a moment to pause, to think, whatever impulsive decision he had being put to rest for the moment.
"C'mon..." His hand is wrapping around yours in no time, tugging you along and out of the bar, away from prying eyes as if that isn't just as blatant, just as obvious as kissing you in front of all of them or whatever he might have planned to do. There's part of you that wonders if this might be all some big joke he's about to play, the insecure part, the little girl from your childhood part, that feels like he might turn around and laugh with a loud 'as if!'.
You let him lead you outside, the night air cool against your arms, the sort of chill that makes goose bumps raise on your arms. He doesn't even hesitate before shrugging off his jacket and throwing it over your shoulders, his arm coming to rest there, tucking you into his side like you belong, like its natural for him to do.
You don't speak as you walk, scared to break the silence until you come to a stop a few streets down in front of a shop that Clay had parked across from earlier in the night. No one is around but you and that's what gives him the confidence to push you against the brick wall of the shop, to lean back into your space and ask the question that he never got an answer to.
"Do you like me, baby?" It's more intimate this time, but less pressured. There are no eyes on you, there are no bright bar lights or teammates getting an eyeful. Something about the dimness of the night, the cool air, the feel of his jacket over your shoulders and him, oh him, leaning into your space again, has you answering honestly.
"Yeah, yeah I do..."
There's a silent conversation that happens as his hand comes up to rest against your throat, thumb rubbing against the underside of your chin. He watches you carefully and you try to answer him without words, that you want this, that you really do like him.
Whatever Clay sees must be enough because he's leaning in slow, just slow enough for you to dip out if he's misread the situation, hand tightening just slightly around your throat before his lips are slanting over yours.
It's not a frantic kiss, not forceful or aggressive. He kisses you like a slow dance, like your the sweetest thing he's ever tasted and he's trying to savour it, enjoy it for as long as he can. Lips soft and slow against yours, tongue licking into your mouth unhurried and patient. If anyone is impatient it's you, your hands tangling into his hair and tugging until he groans against you, until that patience breaks just enough for him to start devouring your mouth like he's a glutton for you.
When Clayton finally pulls back from you you're both heaving in breaths, chests bumping against each other and lips kiss bitten. The smile he gives you is so soft, so sweet it makes you want to melt into a puddle, his eyes crinkling as just a hint of his teeth comes out to play.
"Can I take you on a date?" His nose bumps against yours, purposeful in the brush against your own like he can't stand to be too far away from you right now.
"Yeah, you can take me on a date, Clayton Keller."
"Good, cause I really need an excuse to punch the next guy that looks at you funny," He jokes causing you to let out a huff of a laugh, hand escaping his hair to whack his shoulder admonishingly.
featuring -> quinn hughes x female reader; mention of nils hoglander
note -> not exactly proofread but needed to get something posted for you lovelies cause it’s been a minute 🤍
The image of Quinn walking out was one you’d never expect to erase from your memory. How easy it was for him to walk away from you, how little fight he’d put up to salvage things.
And despite what everyone said or thought, there was no changing him. His true colors had been shown and there was no going back. Though you had tried.
Despite the way he’d walked out and given up on you, something in you still felt like it was your fault. Like it was something you needed to apologize for or try hard to fix though you knew what the end result would be.
Text messages had gone unanswered but read, countless apologies falling on deaf ears as Quinn became cold. Eventually telling you to stop apologizing and being sorry for him no longer loving you. The words cutting like a knife, the idea of things being so easy to forget or toss aside something you couldn’t understand.
Once upon a time you saw yourself being with Quinn forever. The home you two shared maybe being filled with a family of your own one day. The future seemed so bright and exciting, then so quickly fell apart around you.
Moving out while he was gone on a road trip to make things easier on you, taking the steps to remove all the photos of you two from their frames since Quinn would probably never notice them and do it himself. Leaving your WAGS gear behind for Quinn to either toss out himself, or give to the next girl that would apparently soon take your place.
He never struck you as the type to move on quickly, which is why it made it so much more painful.
Photos of them plastered all over her social media, seeing her wearing his name and number; it broke your heart. While you’d grown close with so many of the wives and girlfriends, going to Canucks games weren’t the same. You’d go to show your support of Quinn’s teammates whom you’d grown close with, only to be reminded of how much you loved going and supporting Quinn. Despite the amount of Hughes jerseys that would fill the stands, and people chanting his name, you were always the loudest. You were always his number one fan, and now you simply blended in with those who’d cheer when he scored or made a great play. Having to put emotions aside and treat him like any other player.
But as time went on, it got easier. Your heart ached less and less when you saw him, the fear that would wash over you when Quinn got hurt began to subside, and you found a reason to start to be happy again.
As you waited with J.T Miller’s wife Natalie in the family area after another home game, you couldn’t help but notice Quinn’s new girlfriend. Her hand painted denim jacket adorned with Canucks colors, logos, and Quinn’s number making it painfully obvious who she was. You were sure she was a nice girl, but that didn’t change the fact that it still hurt how quickly she’d seemed to have replaced you.
And as Quinn soon appeared from behind the locker room doors, you watched as her face lit up. The same way yours used to when you’d see him, no matter the outcome of the game. You too were always so excited to see him.
A soft smile came across his lips as he noticed her, slowly walking over to wrap her in a hug. His eyes shifted their gaze from the floor immediately to you. But rather feeling your heart skip a beat, or your emotions start to overwhelm you, you simply offered him a smile before turning your attention back to the locker room doors as they opened once again.
And as he walked out to greet you, it was as if you’d forgotten Quinn existed. The interaction was washed from your mind as Nils grinned from ear to ear, wrapping you in a hug as you congratulated him on a great game. His arm remained wrapped around your waist as he kept you by his side while he talked to you and Natalie.
The entire situation not one you’d ever seen yourself being in, not the type to ever move on from Quinn with a teammate of his. But while you weren’t looking for anything like this to happen, with Nils it had somewhat fallen into place unexpectedly.
The two of you had always been friendly, as like many of Quinn’s teammates you had come to know each other well. Of course you never necessarily thought about or looked at Nils as anything more than a friend. But when things began to take a turn with Quinn, he was someone you confided in. Especially when Nils had been one to notice the changes in the two of you himself.
He’d helped you get things settled into your new place, never trying to make a move or shoot his shot with you. Just simply being there. Whether that was to surprise you with flowers and takeout on a rough day, sitting with you while you cried on your couch, or finally being able to bring some happiness back into your life.
Nils had done all of that and more.
The look on Quinn’s face as he’d seen you on Nils arm wasn’t one you expected. Despite how cold he’d grown towards you and moving on himself, he looked heartbroken. Sure, you could’ve moved on with anyone but of course it being his teammate would sting significantly more. And maybe now he’d started to feel the pain you felt the day he’d walked out on you.
He watched as the two of you headed off towards the parking garage, his girlfriend snapping him from his thoughts as she’d noticed him paying her little attention.
“Quinn, hello? You okay?”
Her smile was a bit uneasy, as she wasn’t sure what had Quinn looking so down. But he softly chuckled as he shook his head, placing a kiss on her head before leading her towards the garage.
@asunsetgrace16 not you about to make me cry at my desk at work 😭😭😭 i was honestly soooo unsure about this!! I thought it wasn’t enough or too short or just lacking, but I’m so happy to hear you thought it was the right amount of everything 🥹🤍
featuring -> quinn hughes x female reader; mention of nils hoglander
note -> not exactly proofread but needed to get something posted for you lovelies cause it’s been a minute 🤍
The image of Quinn walking out was one you’d never expect to erase from your memory. How easy it was for him to walk away from you, how little fight he’d put up to salvage things.
And despite what everyone said or thought, there was no changing him. His true colors had been shown and there was no going back. Though you had tried.
Despite the way he’d walked out and given up on you, something in you still felt like it was your fault. Like it was something you needed to apologize for or try hard to fix though you knew what the end result would be.
Text messages had gone unanswered but read, countless apologies falling on deaf ears as Quinn became cold. Eventually telling you to stop apologizing and being sorry for him no longer loving you. The words cutting like a knife, the idea of things being so easy to forget or toss aside something you couldn’t understand.
Once upon a time you saw yourself being with Quinn forever. The home you two shared maybe being filled with a family of your own one day. The future seemed so bright and exciting, then so quickly fell apart around you.
Moving out while he was gone on a road trip to make things easier on you, taking the steps to remove all the photos of you two from their frames since Quinn would probably never notice them and do it himself. Leaving your WAGS gear behind for Quinn to either toss out himself, or give to the next girl that would apparently soon take your place.
He never struck you as the type to move on quickly, which is why it made it so much more painful.
Photos of them plastered all over her social media, seeing her wearing his name and number; it broke your heart. While you’d grown close with so many of the wives and girlfriends, going to Canucks games weren’t the same. You’d go to show your support of Quinn’s teammates whom you’d grown close with, only to be reminded of how much you loved going and supporting Quinn. Despite the amount of Hughes jerseys that would fill the stands, and people chanting his name, you were always the loudest. You were always his number one fan, and now you simply blended in with those who’d cheer when he scored or made a great play. Having to put emotions aside and treat him like any other player.
But as time went on, it got easier. Your heart ached less and less when you saw him, the fear that would wash over you when Quinn got hurt began to subside, and you found a reason to start to be happy again.
As you waited with J.T Miller’s wife Natalie in the family area after another home game, you couldn’t help but notice Quinn’s new girlfriend. Her hand painted denim jacket adorned with Canucks colors, logos, and Quinn’s number making it painfully obvious who she was. You were sure she was a nice girl, but that didn’t change the fact that it still hurt how quickly she’d seemed to have replaced you.
And as Quinn soon appeared from behind the locker room doors, you watched as her face lit up. The same way yours used to when you’d see him, no matter the outcome of the game. You too were always so excited to see him.
A soft smile came across his lips as he noticed her, slowly walking over to wrap her in a hug. His eyes shifted their gaze from the floor immediately to you. But rather feeling your heart skip a beat, or your emotions start to overwhelm you, you simply offered him a smile before turning your attention back to the locker room doors as they opened once again.
And as he walked out to greet you, it was as if you’d forgotten Quinn existed. The interaction was washed from your mind as Nils grinned from ear to ear, wrapping you in a hug as you congratulated him on a great game. His arm remained wrapped around your waist as he kept you by his side while he talked to you and Natalie.
The entire situation not one you’d ever seen yourself being in, not the type to ever move on from Quinn with a teammate of his. But while you weren’t looking for anything like this to happen, with Nils it had somewhat fallen into place unexpectedly.
The two of you had always been friendly, as like many of Quinn’s teammates you had come to know each other well. Of course you never necessarily thought about or looked at Nils as anything more than a friend. But when things began to take a turn with Quinn, he was someone you confided in. Especially when Nils had been one to notice the changes in the two of you himself.
He’d helped you get things settled into your new place, never trying to make a move or shoot his shot with you. Just simply being there. Whether that was to surprise you with flowers and takeout on a rough day, sitting with you while you cried on your couch, or finally being able to bring some happiness back into your life.
Nils had done all of that and more.
The look on Quinn’s face as he’d seen you on Nils arm wasn’t one you expected. Despite how cold he’d grown towards you and moving on himself, he looked heartbroken. Sure, you could’ve moved on with anyone but of course it being his teammate would sting significantly more. And maybe now he’d started to feel the pain you felt the day he’d walked out on you.
He watched as the two of you headed off towards the parking garage, his girlfriend snapping him from his thoughts as she’d noticed him paying her little attention.
“Quinn, hello? You okay?”
Her smile was a bit uneasy, as she wasn’t sure what had Quinn looking so down. But he softly chuckled as he shook his head, placing a kiss on her head before leading her towards the garage.
18+ - PROCEED WITH CAUTION - minor smut; not very raunchy
⊹ You're trying to put away the Christmas decroations when Arber decides the fun has just begun.
Typically you were the kind of person to leave Christmas decorations up until Valentine’s Day, anyways letting the ‘magic’ spread well into the new year. Now that you had been dating and living with an NHL player, the schedule made for the decorations staying up late anyways.
You’d used the holiday break to travel to see his family and when you got back it was time for him to start a roadie.
You’d take a few things down as best you could, the stockings, bows, wreaths and garland all packed away. The only thing that remained was the Christmas tree itself and the lights that had been hung up all around your apartment to give it the holiday glow you loved the most. You were holding out on the lights as long as you could, despite Arber’s constant ribbing about them still being up.
And now here you were, Arbers arms stretched above him as he pulled the lights off from around the tops of your kitchen cabinets. You were supposed to be wrapping them up as he pulled them down, and you had a few loops worked around your arm, but his t-shirt kept riding up every time his arms lifted. Could you really blame a girl when the dark hair of his happy trail kept flashing at you?
“Babe? The lights?” Arbers deep voice snapped you from your focus on the tops of his sweats. You saw the mess piled on the counter as you had slacked whisky wrapping up the lights.
“Oh shit now they’re gonna be tangled!” You started to quickly wrap the lights, through your hand, around your elbow, repeating the process until you hit a tangled knot.
“Here..” You grumpily handed Arber the loose end and moved the string around, desperately trying to untangle the mess that you had created. Except all you did was make it worse.
As you continued to mess around with the lights you started to get more and more frustrated with the mess you caused, all because you couldn’t keep your eyes off of your own boyfriend.
“Babe.” Arber’s deep and steady voice cut through your frustrations as his hands covered yours easily. “Why don’t you go start taking the decorations off of the tree? I’ll finish this up okay?”
“But we were supposed to do this together.” You tried to argue, wanting to savor the time you got with him while he was home. Your time was limited and the last thing you wanted to do was spend it in separate rooms completing busying tasks alone.
“I’ll be quick okay?” His lips press against your forehead as his hands come to your shoulders, steering you to the living room.
“The illusion of free choice,” you grumble under your breath as you’re all but shoved to the living room. So you relent and start unloading the ornaments of the tree, placing them into the plastic compartmentalized container.
It didn’t take long for you to have more than half of the ornaments off the tree, leaving the top layer and star for Arber to handle.
As if your thoughts alone summoned him, he rounded the corner, holding up the string up lights from earlier. Except now they were no longer a tangled mess, but wound into a perfect circle.
You let out a sigh, immediately frustrated with yourself again. “Come to gloat, have you?” You could take him off the ice and away from the boys, but his knack for shit stirring always came with him.
“Gloat? What about fixing the mess you made when you were too busy drooling over me?”
“I was not drooling!”
“Oh babe you definitely were.” He smirks and you feel your eyes roll instinctively. Your annoyance with him only fuels him though and he starts to stalk towards you, in a way that almost makes you feel like prey.
“Your jaw was hanging open and everything..” he quips and starts to unwind the lights within his hands a little. One hand moves up to your jaw, thumb rubbing by your ear where your jaw hinges together. The touch is gentle and only for a second, and within a flash he has the lights haphazardly looped around your back. With one tug he pulls your body against his.
“You know love, did you really think that I wasn’t going to notice that you couldn’t take your eyes off of me?” His lips curved back up into a smirk, one you were so used to seeing both at home and on the ice.
You feel your cheeks heat and a flit of excitement in your stomach.
“It’s been awhile, Arbs.” You knew he would understand what you meant, knew he was likely just as frustrated as the game schedule had picked up. His eyes narrowed on you, his lips twitching and making his mustache twitch in return. His shoulders lifted in a nonchalant shrug. He wrapped the lights all the way around your body now, crossing over behind your back and still holding each end in front of you. He was always such a tease about everything. You knew his knack for riling guys up on the ice was such a natural trait for him, he was shit stirrer in every aspect of his life and he loved riling you up the most.
“We should fix that then. Plenty of time to ease your frustrations right now.”
You raised a brow as he gave the lights a little tug, effectively tightening them around you. You looked down at the lights and the way they dug in against the cotton of your white shirt, the fabric was thin enough that you could feel them against your skin and it immediately made your imagination race. One thing about your relationship with Arber was that you were always leaving marks upon each other, whether from playful bites when you were actually wrestling to loving bruises or hickeys, or even from your nails on each other. You knew these lights would leave red marks on your skin and Arber could practically see in your eyes where your thoughts had gone. The gears of your mind were almost audible.
“Yeah?” You quipped back at him, “Gonna ease my frustrations are you? What are you gonna do? Tie me up with the Christmas lights?” You said it sarcastically, but bondage wasn’t something new to either of you, and something you had talked about and teased about before. Now his eyes flashed as his imagination ran wild with thoughts of you. Except he thought about where the lights would wrap around, and the way they’d reflect on your skin, especially the wetter parts of your body.
“Arber.” You let out a whine as he stood there and thought silently, frustration and curiosity were starting to get the best of you.
The lights fell to the floor as his hands dropped them, instead grabbing ahold of your face as he leaned down to plant a particularly deep and passionate kiss on your lips. There was no hesitation as you kissed him back quickly and pressed up against him. He kept one hand on your face, his lips never leaving yours as the other pushed anything off of the large coffee table that sat in the middle of the living room. It was more than big enough and solid enough to accommodate your weight as he walked you backwards towards it, finally letting go of you to gently push you onto its surface.
Instinctively you scooted back into the middle of the table and leaned back upon your elbows.
Arber loomed over you, his dark eyes locked on the way your nipples had already hardened and were poking through the very thin white fabric. His eyes traveled up and locked with yours as his hands grabbed the waistband of your leggings before giving them a tug, pulling them straight from under your ass and down your legs. “No underwear? You must have been in the mood all day, baby.” His hands gently grab your ankles and place them on the coffee table, bending your legs at the knees. “I told you, babe, frustrated..”
He let out a hum in response as he picked up the discarded Christmas lights from the floor, ever so slowly unwinding them. He came to stand back over you, letting the light fall over you, pooling on your bare lap. “Be good and stay still..” was all he said as he slowly began wrapping the lights around your legs. He was putting minimal effort into, haphazardly spaced out winds up your legs. Leaving a large gap from the tops of your thighs to your waist before stopping for a moment. “Sit up straight..” One hand came to hold the back of your head, the other pushing on your lower back. His fingertips trailed over your hips as he pushed your arms to your sides and continued winding the last of the string of lights around you.
Before you knew it, you laid naked on your coffee table, legs bent and wrapped in Christmas lights. This definitely hadn't been how you thought this day was going to go and surely not on your 2025 bingo card. Yet there wasn’t a second of hesitation and definitely no complaints.
“Truly a gift…” he remarked as his warm hands rubbed over exposed skin, then over covered skin as he pushed the lights against you. You whined when he pulled away and started to step back.
“Arber?”
“Just grabbing something baby, I’ll be right back.” You didn’t question his quick disappearance to the bedroom, assuming he was just grabbing a condom. Except condoms don’t click and flash like what he actually brought with him did when he returns to the room.
You picked your head up to look at him as he was shaking out the Polaroid, of course another deep smirk on his face. He set the camera down next to your head., kissed your nose and moved away again. This time Arber never left the room, moving just over to the Christmas tree where the extension cord laid. Before you knew it the light around your body had come to life, covering your skin in a multi-colored glow that reflected in the loving gaze Arber had on you.
The camera was in his hands again as he lifted your legs into the air. He took his time , offering praise as he shook out Polaroid after Polaroid.
After a small stack of photos had been taken, butterflies had formed in your stomach and goosebumps had covered your skin. His hands rub over your body yet again, thumbs working circles on your shoulders and jaw, lips trailing down your cheeks. Touches continue over your body until the backs of his fingertips are skirting up the backs of your thighs, pushing your knees to your chest. His fingertips ran back down your thighs until his palms were pressed flat against you and his thumbs were pressed against your folds, pulling you apart.
He slid his middle finger up and down. “How long have you been this wet baby? Did this start when you were gawking at me in the kitchen?”
“I wasn’t gawking..” your voice comes out whinier than you anticipated, his fingers knowing exactly the places to press and rub with the perfect amount of pressure.
“You sure about that?” His fingers pull away and so does he, as he pulls his shirt over his head. He runs his hands down his own chest, standing where you can see him, then he flexes his arms and abs. Despite seeing him shirtless, even completely naked, countless times you’re not sure where to look: his chest, his v-line or his happy trail. Your eyes settle on the vline, his sweats hanging low and showing off a bulge in the front. You let a whiny groan, frustration growing as he had yet to resume touching you.
And just as you were close to begging for him to touch he knelt down in front of you, taking your ankles back into his hands. His lips pressed open mouthed kisses from your ankles to your knees before your bound legs are placed on his shoulder and his fingers are back to pressing against your folds.
His index and middle fingers spread you open as he teases your entrance with his thumb, rubbing in circles and never going further than the first knuckle.
“If I would have known you were this ready for me in the kitchen I wouldn’t have kept messing with the lights…” His fingers pull away just long enough for him to lick his fingertips, causing his dark eyes to flare. Your ankles thudded against his back as he leaned forward, replacing his fingers with his tongue.
He licked slowly but firmly, up and down your core, purposefully never giving enough attention to your entrance or your clit. His tongue moved back and forth, teasing you relentlessly as worked. His fingers rubbed your ass gently, his warm hands setting your skin on fire before he finally pushed his tongue into you. His tongue pushed in and out, swirled around as his thumb found your clit. He played you perfectly, getting you worked up and close before he pulled away slightly before spitting on your folds.
His sweats were pushed down roughly, then he spits on his hand. He only strokes himself once before his head is rubbing against your entrance. His lulled back and a groan left his lips as you tried, desperately wiggling, to push yourself down and onto him.
“Patience.. Let’s find out how much you want it..” he hissed out as he continued to tease both of you, rubbing against you, barely dipping inside you. You cursed under your breath and continued to try your best at pushing your hips towards him. Arms wrapped tightly in the Christmas lights the only thing you could do was beg him to give in. To quite literally give into you.
He kept you wanting more before finally, with a quick and harsh thrust, pushing into you when you absolutely least expected it. His eyes locked onto yours, colorful lights reflecting in them as he pounded into you. It was like the dam finally broke down and his own frustrations of the constant road games came to fruition. Once he was seated fully inside you, it was like a bump straight to his bloodstream.
One hand held your legs in place on his shoulder and the other squeezed your waist where the lights were wrapped around the most. Little red marks were on your skin and his palms as his grip tightened with the increasing fervor of his thrusts.
“Doing this so much more.. you’re so fucking tight like this..” his teeth dug lightly into your knee, quieting the noises he was making. However nothing could quell the feeling inside you as he fucked you fervently.
He moved your legs off of his shoulder, flipping you onto your side and pressing his body down against yours. The angle changed completely as the head of his dick routinely pressed against the right spot. His long, sturdy fingers worked between your legs to rub your clit.
It wasn’t long before the lights were reflecting on both of your sweat covered bodies as he worked you both towards climax.
LIKE SIR??? Where on gods green earth do you think you’d ever see me with this man?! Because apparently that’s where my ass should be if it means I’m with him 🤣🤣
