i’ve been thinking about this for quite some time. a blurb of every single song taylor swift has released from the main eras. i will add self titled and reputation vault tracks when they are released. I WILL NOT BE UPDATING THIS REGULARLY. it will usually be when i’m just feeling like posting a little something, but not a full written thing.
thoughts on gabe speaking french during freaky time
this is hot asf. also i'm not confident enough to put actual examples in here so just hold my hand and walk with me
NSFW 18+ DISCUSSION BELOW. clearing out the freaky ask backlog! 😇
he gets whinier in french, it comes out when he doesn’t know what to say, when you’ve been drawing out his pleasure so long that he’s run out of sayings to repeat in english. he talks dirtier as well, calling you names and speaking to you in ways that would never leave his lips otherwise. he knows you don't understand what he's saying, he can talk on and on in any way he wants and you'll just keep going, finding immense pleasure in the tone and rhythm of his voice.
i think it happens the most when you're giving him head, he starts to lose himself as you tongue over his sensitive tip. when he digs into the back of your throat his words draw out into nasally whines and a waterfall of french syllables
if you look at my pinned post, you’ll see my eras by eras collection! pls pls pls pls request a song! players i write for are down below and i’ll see what i can do!
may add more but for now!
Leo Carlsson - ANA
Lukas Dostal - ANA
Frank Nazar - CHI
Connor Bedard - CHI
Jacob Fowler - MTL
Gabe Perreault - NYR
Will Smith - SJS
Lukas Reichel - VAN
plus a lot more! so request with a player and i’ll see what i can do!
if you look at my pinned post, you’ll see my eras by eras collection! pls pls pls pls request a song! players i write for are down below and i’ll see what i can do!
may add more but for now!
Leo Carlsson - ANA
Lukas Dostal - ANA
Frank Nazar - CHI
Connor Bedard - CHI
Jacob Fowler - MTL
Gabe Perreault - NYR
Will Smith - SJS
Lukas Reichel - VAN
plus a lot more! so request with a player and i’ll see what i can do!
dallas may have won but i just saw my gorgeous princess diana blonde haired blue eyed will smith hockey interacting with the common people (a sea of children) so who's the REAL winner here
Summary: The aftermath of the Pittsburgh game and Will’s injury.
Warnings: cursing, mentions of Will's injury
Requested: No
Word count: 1.5k
You were about to turn the game off. Pittsburgh was up and there seemed to be no hope for the Sharks to win the game.
You sat on the couch, tracing Will’s form over the TV screen with your eyes. He reaches out for the puck when a Penguins player hits Will against the boards and moves him across the ice a little. His stick goes flying and William is there to lay a hit in retaliation.
Then you see his face. Scared, pained, hissing like he was about to cry. And then you're on your feet, hands running through your hair as you watch him get off the ice and go straight back to the locker room.
Immediately you're texting Will, asking if he's okay, telling him to call you when he can. You know he won't be able to answer now. But you need to know he's okay as soon as possible.
You watch the unbelievable comeback, returning from a 4 point deficit. You don’t know who’s screaming and cheering louder when the OT goal from Klingberg hits the back of the net, you or Randy Hahn.
You turn the game off, and the worry settles back into your chest. An hour passes before your phone buzzes again. Will.
Will: Hey. I’m okay, just shaken up and hurt. I'll know more Monday. Can you talk in a few?
Monday. It seemed like forever away. You didn't know when he was coming home. And once he was home, it was a waiting game until he could get scans and a doctor.
You: Yeah. Call me whenever
The second you turn the screen off and put your phone down, the FaceTime call comes in from him.
“Hi,” you whisper, your lips slightly upturned, happy to see him. “You okay?”
“I will be. Everything just happened so fast.”
“I know. I saw your face and got worried. But that comeback was amazing.”
“I know. And Mack got in his first fight.”
“Yeah, you're the people’s princess Smitty,” you joke, and it's enough to pull laughter from him. And the sound is music to your ears given the current situation.
“Well it's an honor.”
The conversation lulls. You hear the hotel furnace in the background kicking off, faint sounds of sirens and honking from the city.
“Are you leaving tonight?”
“No, in the morning. Everyone is just exhausted right now.”
You continue talking until his exhaustion catches up with him.
“I love you baby,” you say to him, kissing the camera. It was cheesy but you didn't care.
“I love you too, sweetheart. I'll see you tomorrow.”
You say your goodnights and hang up. You immediately start nesting, just in case he wants to stay over at your apartment.
You run to the store, getting some painkillers and a new ice pack and anything else you thought he might need. Drinks, snacks, you name it, you bought it.
When you got home, you made sure everything was nice and cozy.
You were buzzing with excitement and anxiety the next morning waiting for Will. You knew the time difference would be rough when he finally got back home.
Will texted you a little later that he had landed and was on his way to you. You asked if he needed a ride, but said Mack was already driving him.
“Oh I’m sure,” you chuckle as the text rolls in. Because of course he was.
You decided to clean the dishes from your breakfast, clean the sink out, and wipe down the counters in the meantime, wanting to be able to make him something if he wanted.
When the knock sounds through the apartment, you're quick to open it.
“Hi,” Will says softly as he finally sees you in the flesh for the first time since he left. The five game roadie wasn't fun for either of you.
“Hey.”
He wraps his good arm around you, embracing you in a hug that is still the warmest you've ever felt despite it having one less arm than usual.
“Thank you Mack. For driving him,” you say over Will’s shoulder.
“Anytime.”
“And thanks for fighting for him,” you add, laughing lightly. You feel the vibrations from Will’s laugh against the skin of your neck.
Mack leaves and you urge Will inside so he can get comfortable and rest.
What Will doesn't expect is a day full of you going full mother hen, not letting him lift a finger.
He objects when you make him lunch. Huffs when you cover him in a blanket when you see him shiver. Groans when you race off to grab his phone he left sitting on the kitchen counter.
“Y/N. I’m fine,” he says, going to move his shoulder but winces in pain when he just barely lifts it. He just wanted a glass of water. He wanted to do something for himself.
“Uh huh. Totally fine,” you say, grabbing the cup for him and setting it down on the counter, kissing his cheek before skipping off to another room.
Later that night, he wanted a proper shower. Mack couldn't exactly help him like you can. But he was hesitant to ask. He knew it was a lot for you having to do everything. But he wanted to be able to relax.
“Hey babe?” he asks tentatively, picking at his cuticles and the sides of his nails anxiously.
“Hmm?” you answer, looking up from your book.
“Can you-,” he starts, trailing off and wondering if this was stupid. “I want to take a shower but I need help.”
“Are you just trying to get me naked?”
The tension eases in him at the sight and sound of your teasing joke and laughter.
“Please,” he faux pouts, batting his eyelashes at you. His unfairly long and gorgeous eyelashes.
“Let's go get you clean.”
You take your time washing, and to his dismay, conditioning his hair. Your nails scratch along his scalp and it sends shivers up his spine. It's the first time he's truly relaxed and let go of everything from the night before. You use your fancy eucalyptus and mint body wash, but only after you make him wash his face well.
You full-on pamper him when he gets out and is fully dressed. Moisturizers, serums, lotions. He doesn't know exactly what, but he feels like he's at a spa. You put product in his hair to make his curls look nice the next morning.
He finally leans back against the headboard, and you lean over him. He doesn't process what you're doing until you're done.
“Those lips needed some chapstick or you might cut my lips open.”
He rubs his lips together like he's seen you do a million times and tastes the vanilla lip balm.
“I think you need some too,” he says, smirk playing on his lips as he grabs your chin and gently pulls your face to his, slotting his lips against yours, making sure to share the love.
When you pull back, you rub the balm into your lips and smile at him.
You finish unwinding and slip into bed next to him, cuddling into his left side.
“I hope I don’t miss too much time,” he mumbles against your temple.
“Me either. But if you do, you just train harder during the off season and come back better. Stuff happens, you just gotta roll with the punches sometimes.”
“Thank you. For today. I don’t know how I'd be able to do anything alone.”
“I’m here for you during the highs and the lows. You can get through this. I'll be here the whole way to help you and support you.”
“What did I do to deserve you?”
“You love me,” you answer quickly. The answer is automatic, you didn't even have to think about it.
The room is quiet for a minute before you speak again.
“You know this is why I call you Bambi.”
“What? Why Bambi?” he asks incredulously.
“You fall a lot, do stupid shit on the ice. Stumble over your feet. And your words. You exude the energy of someone who has been on this earth for no more than ten minutes.”
“That's so mean. I’m so glad my own girlfriend thinks so highly of me.”
“Well you're hurt right now so you're not exactly disproving my point.”
“I was hit! It wasn't my fault!”
“I mean. The hit was clean and you put yourself in that position.”
“You're a traitor!” he exclaims, left hand digging into your side. You wrestle it away before talking more, trying to catch your breath.
“It was more aggressive in my opinion, but I’m biased. And you're still my ray of sunshine, baby.”
“Thank you,” he says, and you two settle back into your positions laying down and cuddling together.
What you say next catches him off guard, but ultimately doesn't surprise him.
“Wotherspoon better watch his fucking back. No one touches my Bambi.”
Please do not copy, translate, or repost my work as your own!
🤭🤭🤭 had to jump on this one because damn. 🩷💕 thank you for your ask!
+18 -> smut | riding stolie after a shutout
𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓷𝔂 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻𝔃 𝔁 𝓯𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻
c/w: ownership, pet names (baby, sweetheart, honey), anthony calls reader a slut once “you’re such a slut for me”, drinking, heavy praise, size difference, unprotected p in v.
1.8k
You were pacing in front of the door, heart racing like you had just played three periods instead of him. The apartment smelled like the strawberries you’d dropped into the flutes, like the faint hint of your perfume warmed by nervous excitement. You smoothed your silk robe, the cool slide of it over bare skin doing absolutely nothing to calm your anticipation.
Anthony had a shutout. Focused, unbeatable, fierce, and you’d rushed home when the final second ticked down, buzzing with pride and need. He deserved to be celebrated, and you were gonna do just that.
The keys jingled outside the door, and your breath caught. You grabbed the bottle of champagne, thumb pressed against the loosened cork.
He stepped in, his cheeks flushed from the cold, his smile soft and proud—until he saw you. You grinned, eyes gleaming. “SHUTOUT, BABY!” you cheered, cracking the cork with a loud pop.
Champagne erupted, a fizzy stream catching the light as it splashed and glittered to the floor. You laughed, careless and radiant, holding the bottle aloft like a trophy, already drenched in celebration. His eyes dropped slowly, lingering on the robe slipping off your shoulder, to the lace peeking through the part in the silk. That boyish grin of his twisted turned darker, hungrier even, because how the hell was he supposed to think about anything but you?
“Congratulations, baby.”
He chuckled low in his chest, shaking his head. You hadn’t forgotten how horny he was this morning, how he’d kissed you a little too long by the door before he left, fingers twitching like they didn’t want to let go. But he’d needed to lock in. And now? Now he got to celebrate.
His eyes roamed slowly, drinking you in like every inch of you was a prize he’d earned. Anthony’s stride was lazy, full of that natural swagger. Your eyes drifted higher the closer he got, the man towering over you, even as you stood in heels. Your heart hammered in your chest, your stomach fluttering, pussy throbbing because, as usual, because you were his to handle, and you couldn’t wait.
“Hey, honey,” he murmured, his voice low and tender. His hand brushed your waist, fingers curling around the satin tie. He played with it for a second, teasingly twirling his fingers through it, letting his thumb drag under the knot. “You really know how to work me, don’t you? You know the shit I like—fuck, you look good.”
And in one soft tug from him, the robe opened, slipping down your body, pooling around your heels on the floor.
He stepped forward, arms wrapping around you in one smooth motion, lifting you like it was nothing, those big hands gripping your thighs as you wrapped your legs around his waist.
Your body molded to his, soft against the hard lines of muscles. Stolie leaned in, and you didn’t wait, claiming his mouth in a deep, hungry kiss as he started walking straight to the bedroom.
You giggle teasingly against his lips, your nose brushing his as he carries you down the hall. “That was fast—”
“You knew exactly what you were doin’,” he hums, his voice sweet and thick like honey. You grin, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I got a shutout,” he continues, nudging the bedroom door open with his foot. “You got all pretty for me…” He lowers his voice, sending chills down your spine. “Now we’re gonna celebrate all night long.”
“Is that so?” you ask, capturing his bottom lip between yours, sucking off nice and slow.
“Mhmm,” he groans, the sound vibrating against your mouth. “You’re gonna ride me.” You giggle again, making him grin at the sound, his grip on you tightening just a little. “Such a slut for me, baby. I knew you’d love that.”
Anthony kicks the door shut with a loud slam, the sound echoing through the room as he strides straight to the bed with you still clinging to him.
He tosses you down and you bounce slightly on the mattress, hair splayed, laughter bubbling from your lips as you look up at him.
He yanks off his T-shirt, muscles flexing, eyes locked on you. He reaches for the bottle of champagne and takes a sip, drinking in every inch of skin.
His boxers are the only thing left, his long, thick cock pressing against the fabric, stressed from the stretch. He moves to the mattress, landing on you, crushing you gently beneath him as you burst into another giggle, breath trapped under only a fraction of his weight.
You gasped as he rolled you onto his lap, his big hands settling on your hips as you straddled him, your knees sinking into the plush mattress on either side.
You reached behind your back, fingers finding the clasp of your bra, undoing it, lowering the straps teasingly, before letting the lace fall away completely.
Your breasts bounce free, nipples hard, body bare, nothing but a pair of crotchless panties and garter belt cinched around your waist, hugging the fullness of your thighs.
“Fuck,” he groaned, voice gravelly and thick as his eyes fell low. “These new? They are, aren’t they—Holy shit, baby,” he mumbles as his hands find the waistband of his boxers, his eyes devouring you like you were already stuffed full of his cock, riding him like he’s been dreaming about since he stepped off the ice. Having you like he’s been craving all day.
He sat up and pulled you into a deep, claiming kiss as his big hands came up to cup your tits, fingers spreading wide.
“You looked good out there,” you praised, soft and sultry, scratching your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. He let out a dark, smug laugh.
“Yeah? You look good right here, honey. So fuckin’ good.”
He leaned back slightly, grabbed the chilled champagne off the nightstand, and took a long, satisfied sip before handing it to you. You tipped it back a little too fast, and some of the bubbly liquid spilled over, slipping from your lips and trickling down your neck, over your tits.
“So fuckin’ messy,” he murmured, dipping his head and dragging his tongue along your skin, licking up the trail of champagne on the swell of your breast. Anthony grabbed the bottle out of your hands, dribbling just a little more onto one nipple, watching the way it beaded cold before he wrapped his lips around you, moaning as he sucked, his hot tongue circling slowly.
He kissed and licked his way back up, following the curve of your neck until his mouth met yours again.
Your hand slid between your bodies, wrapping around his thick, throbbing cock. He moaned against your lips as you squeezed, his dick hot and heavy in your grip, pulsing with every beat of his heart.
He let out a shuddering breath, hips twitching as you stroked him slowly, letting your thumb brush over the slick bead of pre-cum.
“Goddamn,” he groaned, his voice strained as his eyes fluttered shut for just a second. You pressed your hand to his broad chest, pushing him to the mattress. His back hit with a soft thud, eyes flickering to yours as he smiled as you pinned him beneath your palm. Anthony could easily overpower you in any situation, but this is exactly what he wanted.
His hand tightened on your hip as he held his cock steady, thick and twitching, guiding you closer. You swirl your hips, teasing the fat tip of his cock with your soaked pussy.
“C’mon, baby. Let me have it, huh? Did so good for you—”
“For me?” You whisper as you lower yourself slightly, already feeling the stretch.
“Everything’s for you,” he smiles, his hodded eyes twinkling as he looks up at you. Anthony grabs your hips, lowering you the rest of the way, inch by delicious inch. Letting you feel every curve and throbbing vein as your body swallows him up.
“Fuuuck. Mmm… That—” he rasped, his eyes glued to the spot where your bodies met. “Ugh, fuck. That’s it, baby. Feels so good. So tight. So fucking deep,” he mumbled as he pressed his hand against your lower stomach, letting his thumb rub soothing circles on your clit.
You started to move and grind, making his eyes roll back, feeling the way your pussy clenched around him.
His grip tightened with desperation hand wrapped around your neck, fisting your hair to guide you down, pulling you into a deep kiss. “You’re unreal,” he whispered against your lips. “Look at what you’re doin’ to me.” His breathing was quick against yours, the man driving his heels into the mattress, fucking up into your drenched core for a moment before giving you back control.
“You know how lucky I am? I’ve got it all. I’ve got you. Right here. In my bed. On my cock. You’re everything, baby.” His head dropped back with a growl, his hands flying to your hips, gripping tight as his entire body arched under you. “Ride me again. Let me have it—”
You moaned through a smile, pushing off his strong chest to sit up again, bouncing, skin slapping against skin. “Fuck, just like that. Just like that, baby. Feels so good… Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop—”
He reaches up, guiding you up and down, the wet clap of skin getting louder with his added muscle.
You lean back slightly, hands braced on his thick thighs as he fills you over and over again. His praises pour from his lips between gritted teeth. “God, look at this view,” he groans.
You feel your orgasm building, sharp and fast, the pressure coiling in your stomach, and he feels it, too.
Anthony sits up, wrapping his arm tight around your waist, the other twisting in your hair again as your body trembles uncontrollably.
You gasp, swiveling your hips, grinding down as he presses his face into the crook of your neck, breathing heavy.
“Cum for me, baby. Let go. Show me how perfect you are.” Your whole body clenches, back arching as you cry out, pulsing hard around him, your orgasm triggering his own. He growls your name, hips jerking as he buries himself deep, cumming hard, holding you so close.
He lets out a deep, satisfied sigh, pulling back just enough to find your lips for a tender kiss. “You’re amazing,” he breathes. “So good to me. You know that?” He whispers as his hands hold your cheeks, forehead resting against yours. “So perfect for me.”
You nod, still dazed, lips brushing his. “You’re perfect for me too.”
He grins, eyes dark and heavy-lidded as he pulls you closer, his voice a husky whisper against your lips. “Best part of a win, baby. Nothin’ like coming home to you.”
