taylor. she/her. nhl: NYR, ANA, SJS. friends with COL, MIN. khl: traktor chelyabinsk. pwhl: MIN. || this ass is owned by chris kreider, jacob trouba, & filip chytil. often on loan to rangers #93, #49, #13, & #4. and ducks #91, #25, & #1. || i write and make gifs. || this is a vladi tarasenko, ryan reaves, kirill kaprizov, vitali kravtsov, sarah nurse, & hilary knight appreciation zone. || explicit writing tagged "dvaw" || no minors please
May I offer Braden getting traded to Anaheim and really and truly getting to spend time with Troubs (and maybe reader 👀) for the first time since trouba’s trade. Poor switchy Braden who hasn’t really known how to scratch that itch since Trouba left and he’s so desperate for them he almost or does? 👀 cum in his pants
thank you! I am going to adjust this ask slightly because of fuckass free agency (I am still coming to terms with my new team)
also maybe a little hint to the dichotomy jacob universe we built ;)
finishing birthday thirst asks
braden thought, briefly, that he was about to be traded to anaheim. he spent a full day in this headspace, thinking how great it would be to be around jacob all the time again. he missed him terribly, more than he knew how to really articulate.
and then mason mctavish went to the blues, and he deflated. at that point, he didn't want to be anywhere but new york.
and then july first rolled around, jacob signed with san jose, and braden's agent called him-- there's a possibility in california still, he said, remembering how enthused braden had been about the opportunity on the coast earlier that week.
once braden heard it was with the sharks, he told his agent to do everything in his power to make it happen.
when it went through-- officially-- he paced his living room, rotating his phone in his hands, knowing he needed to text jacob, unsure of what to say.
but then his phone buzzed. tell me you're coming out soon.
a wide grin spread across braden's face. never thought i'd be this happy to be traded.
i plan to make you forget new york even exists.
braden arrives in san jose and you and jacob greet him at the airport. braden remembers you from new york: the captain's toy who left the rotation and followed jacob to anaheim.
he knows jacob cares for you deeply. you know jacob cares for braden deeply. but you had never felt threatened by each other, and that hasn't changed. "it's good to have you back with us," you say warmly, and give him a big hug.
jacob immediately clocks the cross on a chain around braden's neck. it had been braden's collar-in-plain-sight when they played together in new york, when braden casually jumped in jacob's g-wagon like they were friends carpooling after practice only to be taken to jacob's bedroom and put on his knees to worship. his cock twitches in his pants thinking about those nights when jacob lightly touches the cross. "you still have it."
"never stopped wearing it," braden admits, though he doesn't know if he should have gone that far.
jacob wraps him up in an easy hug that could pass for friendship, but it's just an excuse to get close to his ear. "good boy," he whispers, and braden goes a little weak in the knees.
the drive to jacob's new house is unusually quiet, both of them cursing every goddamn red light, just needing to get to a room with a bed where they can fucking go back to each other after so long apart.
you and jacob have barely unpacked; boxes litter the space, furniture is still not in its right place. all of the attention has been paid to the bedroom, and braden is thrilled to see jacob has the toys they'd both loved in new york all carefully unpacked and laid out.
"god," braden sighs, "i have missed--"
jacob grabs his chain and gently pulls him to his knees.
"--that."
"i trust you haven't forgotten anything," jacob says, and braden shakes his head as he undoes jacob's pants.
"forget. how could i forget. i spend half my waking hours absolutely undone over the fact that i don't get to be on my knees for you every week anymore. it's stupid," he adds, although he doesn't think it's stupid at all.
"now you don't have to. now we can go back to the way things were."
braden closes his eyes as he takes jacob into his mouth. god, this just makes sense, he thinks. it makes no sense and all the sense in the world.
"braden doesn't need a shirt," jacob tells you, and you obediently cross the room to free him from it. there had been a few times back in new york with all three of you, but jacob had mostly kept you apart. it was only right at the end that jacob realized how much both of you liked serving him at the same time-- and then two of you were on a plane to california and one stayed behind.
"neither do you," jacob says, and you strip for him. braden sees you out of the corner of his eye and has to fight the urge to reach out and touch you.
they settle into their old rhythm easily, braden on his knees with his back arched, hands flat on jacob's thighs, the perfect picture of obedience; jacob's palm rests on braden's head, gently controlling. jacob's voice is low, heavy on the praise: you haven't lost a beat, you still know how to get me all the way down that tight throat of yours, god i hope your ass is just as tight as i remember it, because i'm going to fuck you there next. if you're a very good boy maybe i'll have her suck your dick while i pound you. would you like that?
he's whimpering around jacob's dick by this point, and straining against his pants so hard that he doesn't know how long he'll be able to hold on. it's too much: having jacob back, the promise of your mouth dangling like a carrot, the litany of praise, the knowledge of what jacob would take from his body next.
you palm him playfully over his pants, and he gasps out. "oh god," he cries, "oh no-- I--"
you feel the wetness spread over the front, and he turns beet red.
jacob seizes his chin. "why did you stop?"
"he came," you report, and braden wanted to disappear through the floor.
jacob tilts his chin up. "good boy," he says, and that's not what braden expects. "you want it so fucking badly you had to show it."
"i couldn't control it."
"no. it's because i control it. that body belongs to me and it's so fucking aware of this fact that it came at the thought of being used by me." he steps back and pulls him to his feet. "i would hate to disappoint."
when he's out of his pants, jacob bends him over the bed. "she's going to clean you off with her mouth," he says, "and it's going to be too much for you to take." he takes a fistful of braden's hair. "but you will take it."
he nods.
"and you will take this."
you get the privilege of watching jacob's dick disappear into braden's body before sliding onto the floor to take braden in your mouth.
jacob's fucking him so hard you think the force might break your nose, but god if you couldn't listen to him scream and cry and plead all night long. they're screaming each other's names and braden's shaking like he could come again and jacob's saying you fucking grit your teeth and take it, and then jacob is coming and braden nearly collapses the second he stills.
you figure it falls to you to go get some towels to clean up; when you come back, they are on the bed together, braden's head on his shoulder, jacob's arm around him.
"you'll get yours," jacob promises, knowing you haven't had your own orgasm yet.
yana tarasenko visits the ryan reaves sex-dungeon-verse!
i don't smoke and i'm gonna need a cigarette
finishing birthday thirst asks
ryan has you on that st. andrew's cross in the center of the club when she walks in and makes eye contact
you've seen her here before, once, dragging a solidly built man on a leash and making him kneel. this time she's on her own.
this time, she is dressed in a vinyl catsuit that leaves nothing to the imagination, her hair pulled up in a high ponytail.
she marches directly up to you. someone you don't know has their mouth on you and yana pulls him back by the hair. "leave," she says imperiously. though he is annoyed, the man senses she isn't to be argued with.
"you're so good for ryan," she coos into your ear, "and tonight you're going to be good for me."
your eyes find ryan, who is seated at the bar. he raises a glass in your direction, indicating this is going down exactly as it should.
"what's your name?" you ask, and she laughs.
"you'll have to earn that information."
her accent is beautiful. you want to listen to her speak to you all night; you pray she's a talker like ryan, not a quiet domme who wants to speak only with her flogger.
she slides three fingers into you. "first, let's see what that mouth can do for me. then..."
she switches into russian. you can understand a few words of what she says, but her accent is different from what you're used to and she's difficult to understand fully. you can sense the gist of what she's saying, as her fingers curl and her other hand lands a good slap across your face, but you're almost glad you can't comprehend her words. it's the best of both worlds. you know she has a plan and you get to hear her describe it. but you still have no fucking idea what's coming.
you pray to god she'll allow you to feel her lips on you. you pray she'll hit you across the face again-- but harder.
she takes you off the cross and grabs your pussy and leads you to one of the beds, where she strips off her catsuit and puts your face between her legs.
your fucking mouth waters. she smells incredible. you don't know if you're supposed to await further instruction but you can't stop your tongue from darting forward to get a little taste, and you whimper when you find she's already dripping wet.
"let me make you come," you beg. "please."
"i like your eagerness to serve." she smiles ever so slightly. "my name is yana."
I am picturing Jacob dressed as a priest, and you're alone with him in the church. He wants to bring you into the next level of the religion or theres some mystery ritual available to only a certain special level of ppl. You go to a room he unlocks bc it is only available to the priest and no one else is allowed there unless he allows them. Theres an altar and its lit by candles and he orders you to take your clothes off and tells you you are to treat him as the god, not the priest.
stop this instant
by which i mean please go on about this concept for hours
finishing up birthday asks
ugh like. lying on the altar as the offering
just there for whatever my god wants from me. your body is not yours, your body is his, you are here in service, you are here for his pleasure
shh let me just picture one more person in that room. let me think of braden schneider as like, idk what you would actually call this person or if they exist idk maybe braden is actually the real priest? oh my god give me a minute to picture that i'm throwing things
but it's braden's job to like prepare the offering. whatever you would call that person
and so you're on the altar and jacob makes you spread your legs and pulls you to the edge of the table and directs braden to eat you out until you come. it's his job to prepare you for his god. you need to be wet and ready
you are wearing a cilice (the hairshirt kind) and it scratches at your skin. it's making your nipples so fucking sensitive. you think you might go mad, but you have to wear it, it's a reminder that even though braden is allowed to do this to you, he is not the reason you feel good. you're not allowed unadulterated pleasure from this because it's not coming directly from your god, so you have to suffer while he eats you out.
and he can't enter you. that's too sacred. only a god can have full access to the offering
so then he is forced to leave the room. wanting. and you are left with nothing between yourself and something divine and terribly powerful
and you are warned that worship may be uncomfortable, may be painful, but not damaging-- never damaging-- and that obedience and true devotion are rewarded. you are asked if you're willing to offer yourself, fully, in any and every way.
yes, is the answer, without even a doubt.
and it somehow feels ritualistic even as he chooses what to do on the spot. you are allowed to remove the cilice when braden exits the room and jacob begins to use you, and the rough cloth is replaced with his soft hands, and you melt into his touch.
eventually you are made to kneel. he puts you at the prie-dieu and rests his dick on the ledge and you receive him in your mouth with your hands folded around him as if you are praying, which-- of course-- you are. you could not imagine a purer act of worship.
and then, once he is satisfied, back to the altar; he bends you over and fucks you mercilessly and lets you come once. and then he slips out and moves to your ass.
it hurts, but not a bad kind of hurt-- it hurts like a good stretch, and even as a tear slips out you whisper gratitude to him for blessing you by using your whole body, you know what's best for me,
and when you come this time you squirt absolutely everywhere, soaking the marble beneath you, and this is what he meant by rewarding devotion and obedience
Enquiring minds would like to know what sort of remote control vibe you have that works from another room. I am in the market.
I got a Lush Mini for my birthday! It is actually not a remote controlled one... it has an app that you and a partner both download and then they can control it from literally anywhere, you don't even have to be in the same place. I used to have a remote control one and this is WAY better. I'm super happy with it so far, it has a really long battery life and is a good fit if it's something you plan to wear for hours for a good teasing session.
troubs & kreids teaming up and taking u apart,,, very vague thoughts in my head but like. troubs doing the directing. kreids eating u out but only how troubs tells him. troubs stepping in when kreids is breaking down & rutting against the bed & giving u kisses before telling u to earn his dick or u can have kreids's instead. making out w his hockey bruises and making a possessive line of hickies across his stomach,,,, and then going back and getting lost in worshipping his thighs until he decides its enough and fucks u and kreids watches and waits and waits his turn and then you and troubs decide how he gets off. idk just vague thoughts.
this is 🤌🏻
finishing up birthday asks
jacob instructs you to undress, then sits you down on the bed and runs his fingers through your hair. "i have a present for you tonight," he says, and you immediately wonder what kind of collar or lingerie or new toy might await you. "but you're sort of a present for him, too."
him. "who are you bringing over here?"
"you'll be good for my friend, won't you? i've told him all about what you can take." his hand drifts down to your thigh.
"i'm yours," you whisper, "to loan out however you want." you're wet already, having discussed this fantasy with jacob so many times, and now he's making it real. "of course i'll make you proud."
you know jacob's entire aim is to break you into little pieces before the night's over, but he basically achieves that the moment he opens the bedroom door and welcomes chris into the room.
you know chris. it is a little awkward being absolutely naked in front of him, and you are certain jacob set it up this way to purposely make you squirm.
jacob tells chris to sit with you, say hi, don't be shy-- and when chris doesn't know what to do with his hands, jacob starts to direct him.
it's jacob who physically puts you on your back and spreads your legs wide for chris, then tells him to put his mouth on you. he sits at the edge of the bed, his hands roaming your chest, shoving two fingers into your mouth as he tells chris just how to eat you.
chris, to no one's surprise, is a very fast learner.
and it becomes very evident, very quickly, that he absolutely needs to be in you-- but jacob tells him he has to make you come with his mouth first.
meanwhile your mouth is watering and you want nothing more than to have jacob down your throat so you can scream around his dick while chris makes you come, and he fucking knows it, you can see it in his eyes. he strips down and sets his dick on your face, teasing you, daring you, but you know better.
...but you're getting close, chris' beard rough on your most sensitive parts, and your brain shuts off and you take him into your mouth just as you finally come.
jacob pulls roughly out of your mouth. chris is scrambling out of his pants, unable to handle it anymore.
"give her more," jacob instructs, and you whimper; jacob holds you by the arms and chris' mouth hits you again and you thrash wildly against him at the overstimulation, but his strong hands hold your thighs in place and you know pleading won't do any good.
jacob leans down and kisses you tenderly as though you are not having a threesome with one of his best friends. "you need to earn my dick," he says, "or you can have his and that's it."
chris is writhing against the bed, desperately wanting.
earn it. you are so fucking inescapably jacob's that you operate almost in a daze, dropping to your knees and running your fingers reverently over his thighs. you kiss his body like a human lucky enough to encounter a god, head bowed. your lips brush his bruises as if you are saying give me the pain.
chris can't help but touch himself for a little bit of relief, but jacob stops him. "not until she gets to you," he says, and he's so fucking authoritative that chris simply obeys.
after what seems like forever, jacob takes you by the chin and tells you that's enough penance. you've earned it.
and you let out a breathless thank you before taking him into your mouth.
he allows you only a few minutes of what you want before he bends you over the bed to fuck you from behind, leaving your mouth open for chris.
"she'll take you all the way down her throat," jacob promises, rocking slowly against you from behind. "won't you?"
you're sizing up chris for the first time, and you want to kill jacob for making the promise, because he's so fucking big and you honestly have no idea how you're going to live up to it. but you'll certainly try.
jacob bends over your back to whisper in your ear. "that's it, princess. take it all. don't make me a liar."
using every trick you know, you manage it. "holy shit," chris is spluttering, hand on your head to steady himself, "fuck, no one has ever-- no one has--"
"told you," jacob says, and you can hear the satisfaction in his voice as he strokes your spine. "good girl."
and then it's chris' dick you're screaming around as jacob fucks you mercilessly, hips red from his fingers digging in, entering a trance as jacob commands you, that's it, come for me, come for me right now, and you know your body's not your own when it simply responds.
you think chris might climb a wall out of frustration. jacob slides out and leaves you there, bent over, cum sliding down your thigh, and sits on the bed.
"your turn," he says to chris. "got her a little stretched out for you."
when he gets in, you literally see stars. you grab fistfuls of the blanket beneath you, gritting your teeth in preparation.
"she can take it," jacob assures him. "do what you want."
and as he speeds up you are screaming. screaming. it hurts and it feels so goddamn good and jacob sits there, fingers stroking your face, your hair, that's it, princess, you'll take everything from him, won't you? you're such a good toy for my friends. you're so obedient. anything to make me proud. i'm so proud of you, the way you take that big dick of his, how you just wipe your tears and make it work. you're something special, princess. so glad you're mine. that's it, we're going to let him come right inside of you, won't we? do you want that? all his cum mixed up with mine inside that tight pussy of yours? does it make you feel dirty? nice and used? you'd do anything i asked, wouldn't you? that's right. because this body belongs to me and i can do whatever i want with it.
his fingers move to play with your nipples and you think you can't come but that little extra sensation is pushing you over the edge and you're screaming both of their names
honestly ilya rozanov would be so proud of me right now, i am eating a tuna melt made for me by my husband while he controls the vibrator inside of me from the other room. i was promised ten minutes to eat in peace but unfortunately could not finish the sandwich that quickly.
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