Julie LeClair knows very well who Will Smith is. For the past 3 summers, he’s been coming to Willowbend expecting her to let him drink with that lame-ass fake ID. He thinks with a wink and brush of that blonde curly hair she’ll melt and give him his way, but no. Except this summer, she can’t tell him no. He’s officially 21, and he’s planning to spend as much time at the country club as possible.
Julie
-23
-Leo
-Bartending at Willowbend country club during the summer, teaching 2nd grade during the school year.
-Fiercely independent and self-sufficient. Does not need or want a man!
-No relationship with her family due to her not wanting any part in the family Law Business.
reading the most insane primer in the whole world. when people reference the usntdp, there's always this aura of heaviness present and finally searching it up and reading it literally broke down my whole psyche because wtf is that fucking program. the amount of content that detailed smitty's experience from it, the abuse, the psychological torture, and the absolute power imbalance that were happening in that program.
it really puts into perspective why the bc line are so close even now and no matter how messy or how seemingly they've drift apart, they can't get rid of each other, they've trauma bonded.
reading all the articles and sources that were listed in the primer just makes me more saddened and angry about smitty's place in the sharks. oh im so fucking angry about warso omfg, i have to kill that guy. smitty doesn't deserve to get treated like whatever the fuck happened in the latter half of the season. not only that but the increasing talks about trading, benching, and so much hate that he receives especially now is so goddamn frustrating.
still despite all of that shit happening to him, he still maintained relatively true to his personality despite how seemingly the usntdp tried to get rid of it. same with the players i've imprinted while being in the hockey fandom who happened to also survived that program (z and cole).
i urged everyone to read the primer especially those who are new to the fandom and/ those who just were here for the willmack of it all. it's critical wsh lore and it's truly such a fascinating read about the absolute insanity that is the north american ice hockey sports. pt.1, pt.1.1, pt.1.2, pt.1.3, will in usntdp
summary: You‘re attending BU and your boyfriend has come back into town just in time for Marmon which ends with a little tipsy Macklin
warnings: underaged drinking ig but cmon he‘s canadian…
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The music is loud enough that it sort of blurs into the background, bass thumping through the floorboards of the frat house while sunlight pours in through half-open windows. It’s too early in the day for this level of chaos, but it’s Boston Marathon Monday, which means nobody cares.
You’re wedged between your friends in the kitchen, red cup in hand, laughing at something that probably isn’t even that funny anymore. The air smells like cheap beer and sweat and something citrusy someone spilled twenty minutes ago. Every few seconds, someone shouts, someone stumbles, someone starts chanting for no reason.
Mack had been fine earlier.
More than fine actually. Annoyingly charming, a little buzzed, arm slung around your shoulders while he kept pressing quick kisses into your hair like he had to make sure you’re real, after having been away from you for so long. Then he’d gotten dragged off by his brother and a group of guys chanting something about a keg, and you’d just laughed, letting him go.
That had been… a while ago.
Your phone buzzes in your hand, but you ignore it for the moment, still mid-conversation, until someone bumps into you hard enough that your drink sloshes over the rim.
“Okay,” you laugh, stepping back, already excusing yourself from your friends. “I’m gonna go find him before he—”
You don’t even finish the sentence before you spot him. Across the living room, trying, and failing, to walk in a straight line.
You immediately start laughing.
“Macklin—” you push through people just in time to catch him as he stumbles over absolutely nothing, your hands grabbing his arms before he can faceplant into the hardwood.
“Whoa, okay,” you steady him, biting back a grin as he blinks down at you, eyes glassy and unfocused.
“Oh,” he breathes, like he just discovered something incredible. “There you are.”
His grip on you tightens instantly, like he’s afraid you might disappear again.
You take him in properly now. His cheeks flushed, eyes bloodshot, hair sticking to his forehead with sweat despite the fact it’s barely 40 degrees outside. He looks like an absolute mess.
“What happened to you?” you laugh, pushing his damp hair back from his forehead.
He groans, letting his head tip forward until it drops onto your shoulder, his full weight leaning into you. “Someone made me do a keg stand,” he mumbles into your collarbone.
“Someone?” you repeat skeptically.
“I was peer pressured,” he insists weakly. “It was aggressive.”
You huff a laugh, adjusting your stance so he doesn’t drag you down with him while your fingers absentmindedly comb through his hair again, brushing it back as he stays tucked into you, eyes closed now like he might fall asleep right there.
“Why are you handling this better?” he mutters after a second, voice muffled. “It’s not fair.”
You grin, tilting your head slightly so your cheek rests against his hair. “I’m in my third year of college while you’re off ripping up the NHL,” you say. “Of course I’m better at drinking than you.”
He makes a soft, offended noise but doesn’t argue, just burrows closer.
Your phone buzzes again in your hand.
You shift slightly, pulling it out while still holding him up with your other arm.
A message from Will pops up.
Will: Why’s Mack doing keg stands and why’s he terrible at it????
You barely have time to process that before another message comes through, a link.
You tap it.
The video loads, and within two seconds you’re laughing so hard you almost lose your balance.
It’s Mack.
Upside down or more like horizontal.
Completely unstable, legs flailing while two guys try to hold him up.
You clap a hand over your mouth, shoulders shaking as you try not to laugh directly into his ear.
“What?” he mumbles, not lifting his head.
“Nothing,” you say, failing to sound convincing as you glance down at him, still half-asleep against you.
You tilt the phone slightly, showing him the paused frame of him upside down, hoodie riding up, expression completely gone.
He squints at it.
“…that’s not me.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Mack.”
He stares at it another second, then groans, dragging a hand over his face. “Okay, that might be me.”
You laugh, shoulders shaking, thumb hovering over the screen as you replay the clip for half a second before stopping it again.
“You know you’re supposed to be in a handstand while doing this?” you tease, turning the phone slightly toward him.
He blinks at it, then at you, expression offended in a way only drunk people can manage. “Not my fault they can’t hold me,” he slurs, like that’s a completely reasonable defense.
“Yeah,” you grin, locking your phone and slipping it back into your pocket, “I’m sure it’s entirely their fault.”
He huffs softly but doesn’t argue, immediately going back to hiding in your shoulder like if he just refuses to acknowledge it, the whole thing didn’t happen at all.
“I missed you,” he mumbles quietly after a beat, voice softer now, less sloppy.
Your expression softens a little, your hand settling at the back of his neck. “Yeah?”
He nods against you. “A lot.”
For a second, the chaos around you fades a bit. The music, the shouting, the mess of bodies packed into the house.
You press a quick kiss to his temple, smiling to yourself.
“Next time,” you murmur, “maybe skip the keg stand.”
He hums, already half gone again. “No promises.”
For a second you think he might actually drift off right there, his weight heavy against you, his breathing evening out just slightly but then his fingers tighten in the fabric of your hoodie, grounding himself again before he can fully disappear.
“Stay with me,” he mutters, voice quieter now, a little more real than the slurred teasing from a second ago, like that one thought managed to cut through everything else.
Your expression softens just a touch at that, your hand steady at his side.
“I am,” you murmur back, adjusting your grip on him so he doesn’t tip over. “Can’t let you get dragged into more frat activities.”
You laugh under your breath, shifting your grip so you can pull him upright again, one hand firm on his arm when he sways a little too far to the side. “You okay though?”
He squints like he’s trying to focus on something very far away, then gives a loose shrug. “Whole world is spinning,” he admits, words running together just slightly. “And I lost track of what and how much I drank, which is like… the exact thing you shouldn’t.”
“Yeah,” you snort, “that’s kind of rule number one.”
He nods seriously, like he’s just been given groundbreaking information.
“Okay, come on,” you say, tugging gently on his hand. “Let’s get you some water.”
He lets you lead him without protest, trailing behind you through the crowded hallway and back into the kitchen, where your friends are still posted up, leaning against counters and yelling over each other.
The second they see you and more specifically him, their faces light up.
“Oh my god,” one of them laughs. “What happened to him?”
“You look rough,” another adds, grinning.
Mack lifts his head just enough to squint at them, like he’s trying to figure out if they’re real.
You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling, guiding him over to the counter and grabbing a bottle of water. “Hey,” you say, nudging his shoulder lightly, “be nice.”
You crack the cap and hand it to him, keeping your hand under it for a second to make sure he actually has it before letting go.
“God forbid the superstar wants to be a frat boy for a day,” you add, shooting your friends a look.
That just makes them laugh harder.
“Superstar can’t even stand,” your best friend shoots back.
“I’m standing,” Mack mumbles defensively, even though he’s very clearly leaning most of his weight into the counter now.
“Barely,” you mutter under your breath, but there’s no bite to it.
He takes a slow sip of water, like he’s concentrating way too hard on the act of drinking, then exhales like it took effort.
Right as you reach to take the bottle back and make sure he keeps going, a familiar voice cuts in.
“Well,” Aiden says, amused, “this is a sight.”
You turn your head, immediately spotting him pushing into the kitchen, one look at his brother and he’s already grinning.
“You good there, little bro?” he laughs, taking in the flushed face, the messy hair, the general disaster that is Mack right now.
Mack just squints at him. “I was doing fine,” he insists, which, objectively, is not true.
You point at Aiden accusingly, eyebrows lifting. “Why’d you leave him alone?”
Aiden raises both hands in mock defense. “I didn’t leave him, he wandered off,” he says. “Next thing I know he’s upside down and people are chanting his name.”
You take the bottle from Mack for a second, so he doesn’t take too much at once, before pressing it into his hand again. “Drink more.”
He obeys this time without argument, slower but steady, his shoulder bumping into yours as he leans closer again.
Aiden watches the two of you for a second, grin turning a little softer. “You got him?” he asks.
You glance at Mack, who’s now half-focused on not spilling water on himself.
“Yeah,” you say simply. “I’ve got him.”
Mack hums like he heard that, his head tipping back toward your shoulder again, a little less unsteady this time.
“Don’t let them flip me again,” he mutters.
You laugh quietly, steadying him with a hand at his side. “I won’t.”
From across the kitchen, one of your friends calls out, “Round two later?”
You don’t even hesitate. “Absolutely not.”
Mack lifts his head just enough to nod in agreement. “Retired,” he mumbles.
You shake your head, smiling despite yourself, keeping a steady grip on him as the noise swells around you again but this time, he doesn’t drift away.
Beside you, Aiden pulls his phone out absentmindedly, glancing down at the screen and then immediately freezes.
“…oh no,” he breathes, before a grin starts creeping in.
“What?” you ask, glancing over.
He turns the phone slightly so you can see.
Five missed calls.
Dad.
And a string of messages underneath:
Dad: Why‘s Mack at a BU party??
Dad: Why’s he on top of a keg??
Dad: Where are you? Where’s yn??
Aiden snorts, dragging a hand down his face, half amused, half already bracing for it.
“Shiiiit,” he laughs.
Mack, still leaning into you, barely lifts his head. “Don’t answer,” he mumbles.
Aiden looks at him, then back at his phone.
“…yeah,” he says, slipping it back into his pocket. “I’m gonna give that like… an hour.”
lukas and you take a roadtrip up to Idaho for a mutual's wedding, unfortuntely a blizzard hits not far from your destination and you are forced to take refuge. the small cabin hotel that you stop over in only has one bed left and the night is growing cold, luckily, you and Lukas keep warm with some less than PG activities
NOTICE: i am now writing for new players, one of which who as far as i can find does not have any fics on here, is lukas dostal. i do encourage people to check him out, he seems cute and sweet and is a czech so hopefully no trumpieness here. but i hope you give this a go, and don't skip because it's someone you've never read about before :)
a/n: i have a little list of prompts that i'm intended on working through to get me writing and posting more without feeling overwhelmed so this is post one and i'm not sure how i feel about it but i'm just happy but have had the motivation to get something out. also sorry if it's horrific, i literally just blurted this out and posted it :) hope you all enjoy and remember to leave a like/reblog, it helps writers out massively and really motivates me (which i could always do with more of)
wc: 1.9k
The frosty wind snapped at the car’s windows as you drove down the dimly lit road. An oncoming blizzard was filling up the entire horizon with swathes of white and the longer that you drove, the more treacherous the roads got. Groaning at the freezing cold weather, the car huffed and puffed with the effort of getting through the storm unscathed; the tires screeched as they struggled to maintain grip on the already frozen over roads. You gripped with steering wheel unsteadily, your attention piqued on the unpredictable movements of the car.
Lukas glanced over to you nervously, and said, “Perhaps we should pull over, find somewhere to stay.”
Assessing the storm and the dangerous conditions which were already growing more and more extreme, you replied, “There’ll be somewhere around here where we can stay, I’m sure.”
“Good idea,” He nodded as you peeled your eyes for any sign on the side of the road that might indicate a rest stop where you could hole up until the blizzard was over.
You were driving the both of you for a mutual friend's wedding - him a groomsman, and you a bridesmaid. Since you both lived in the California area, and were somewhat friends, you had offered to drive the both of you north for the wedding. It was in Idaho so you had agreed to split the fourteen hour drive between you. You were doing the final stint and had just crossed the state line into the destination state, only two hours left on the colossal journey.
You had wrestled with the thought that there was only a couple hours to go once you’d crossed into Idaho, but the storm was becoming far too intense to bear and you still had a day before you needed to be at the wedding destination.
Slowing the car right down in the hopes of catching a glance of a sign for accommodation, you could feel Lukas’ eyes on you as you drove - white knuckles curled around the wheel. Dressed in a Ducks hoodie, he had his hat flipped down from when he’d been catching some sleep earlier, you were similar in a slouchy knit jumper but it didn’t stop the shivers from reverberating through your body as the cold wintery air seeped into the old beat up car that you were driving.
The car began sputtering and you cursed under your breath, “Shit, don’t do this to me.”
“Look, there’s a sign.” Lukas butted in.
You sighed under your breath, putting your foot down on the gas in the hopes of keeping the car trundling along, “Yeah it sure is, a sign we shouldn’t go to this wedding.”
“No, an actual sign.” He replied with urgency.
Your head shot upwards, and sure enough a large sign stood at the side of the road. You slowly read it aloud as you crawled past it.
“Frost Place Winter Cabins, Vacancies and Walk Ins. One Mile.”
A silent ‘thank god’ passed over your lips as you kept the beat up car moving and you kept your eye out for the turnoff. It came sooner than expected and it lead you down a strange wintery road.
Tall pines stretched upwards and the snow turned into a light feathery dusting rather than the thick blinding white coming down on the main road. The creaks and groans of the car eased and your shivering stopped. For a moment, it seemed like the road might go on forever, but you weren’t utterly irritated by the idea - it would seem rather pleasant if you weren’t so exhausted from the five hours that you’d already spent behind the wheel.
Just as you were wondering if you might ever make it, you pulled up to a small cabin and parking area. Pulling the car in, you shrugged on your coat that was on the backseat and jumped out of the car.
Lukas followed quickly behind, you noticed that he had both your bags in hand as you approached the large wooden cabin, it’s traditional log features magical among the forest atmosphere. White dusted on top of it and the glow of the moon and a couple streetlamps.
The door chimed sweetly as you stepped inside, the snow dusting off your boots and Lukas’ too as he followed close behind. A receptionist was already standing at the counter as you approached, a gentle smile of her elderly face and smelling sweetly of freshly baked apple pie. You breathed it in deeply and glanced at Lukas to see if he was feeling similarly. Like he was in paradise.
“Hello, my lovelies, how can I help you this evening?” The woman chirped as you leaned onto the counter.
Smiling, you replied, “We’re just looking for two rooms.”
“No problem,” She smiled back, clicking through her computer until her smile dipped a little, looking upwards at you, she said, “Oh, I’m sorry. It looks like we only have one room available.”
Of course something else had to go wrong tonight.
Bewildered, you looked back at Lukas, but the man simply shrugged. Sidling up to you, he rubbed your shoulder comfortingly and leaned down to say,
“I will take the couch, it’s fine.”
Feeling frustrated but somewhat placated, you turned back around to the receptionist and nodded, “That’s fine, we’ll take it.”
With a wide grin, she handed over the room keys.
The room was much more than you could have ever expected from a simple highway stop off. The place really was a magical winter wonderland and the room reflected that. Large, luxurious and decorated perfectly for holeing up during a blizzard. You gasped as you walked through and Lukas let out a sharp laugh in harmony and then you beelined for the fireplace at the centre of the room - the fire in it was already crackling, heating the room up and you shed your jumper and sat down on the sheepskin on the floor.
You watched as Lukas brought in the bags and then came to sit down beside you, where the warmth was radiating out. He too shed his hoodie, revealing the matching shirt beneath but also the rippling muscles that had previously hidden by the fleece. You tried not to stare at the bulk, but Lukas noticed your wandering gaze.
“You staring?”
Quickly averting your gaze, you replied, “No.”
Leaning closer to you, he questioned with a wide grin, “Oh really?”
Your voice came out strained, “Yup.”
Trying to distract yourself from his gaze and the goosebumps covering your arms, you reached for a blanket sitting in a basket by the fire. Unravelling it, you pulled the warm fabric around you.
When you looked up, you realised that Lukas had shuffled closer.
“Do you think it’s strange that we never hang out?” He asked, his eyes running over your bare pale skin and chest.
Breath stuttering in your chest, you replied, “I don’t know, maybe. Why do you ask?”
“It’s just, we both live near Anaheim, our best friends are getting married, we get along well.” He suggested, breathing in slowly and voice lowered.
Your eyes met in the silence, and you could feel the warm breath between you as Lukas’ gaze flickered just for a moment down to your lips.
With a light touch, he reached towards you, a hand bringing up the blanket which had just slipped off one shoulder - your gaze never fractured as he did so and you began to indeed wonder why the two of you never hung out. His hand lingers as he brings the soft fabric up your bare skin and your knee nudges his softly, shattering your carefully preserved breath that had made a home in your lungs.
“You’re still cold,” he almost whispered.
Without even thinking about it, you offered, “What are you gonna do to change that?”
“Maybe,” he replied, slowly leaning in, “this.”
His lips met yours softly, sending a rush of heat right through you, expelling any of the goosebumps resting on your skin. A hand curled around your neck and the other snaked around your waist, you took in the sensation that seemed to graze every nerve of your sensitive skin; his lips were warm as they pressed against yours. With soft, magnetic movements, he pulled you further in and slowly delved his tongue into your mouth. Melting into the kiss, you let your tongues dance around each other and sighed as he sucked on your plush lower lip. He tasted like fresh mountain water, just sweet with minerals and refreshing as you took him in bit by bit.
Gripping onto him, you mouthed at Lukas’ lips as he slowly lowered you down onto the plush carpet. You let out a little squeak as you back curved down and met the floor.
Lukas pulled away, sweeping a strand of your hair behind your ear and pushing back his own. Straddling you, he ran his hands down your frame and took in the sight almost hungrily, breathless from the kissing.
Top slightly shrugged down from the movements, you watched Lukas’ gaze snag on the little white lace just peeking out from under your cami.
Tracing the strap of your top, Lukas’ softly asked, “Can I-”
You nodded and sat up slowly to pull off the top. Lukas helped with considerate and dedicated movements, watching intently as the slow reveal of your chest unfolded. Lukas seemed to draw a breath in, snagging the top from your hands and tossing it to the side as he dove in for another kiss.
Palms grazing your lace bra, Lukas’ hands became heavy on your frame as his lips met yours much more fervently this time. Your body ground against Lukas’ as you felt his kisses trail downwards, meeting your collarbone and covering it in kisses.
You let out a soft moan when he began sucking at your tit from over the lace. Rocking your head upwards, you felt warmth flood your underwear and the sensation radiate through your entire body.
“Lukas, Lukas,” You groaned in hushed tones, “Clothes off.”
“Yes, for sure.”
His shirt came off almost immediately and suddenly, you were desperate for your jeans to come off.
Lukas seemed to understand that almost immediately, his fingers flew to your jeans and yanked them off as fast as he could - tossing them in a pile with your top. For a moment, he just sat there for a moment, straddling your and taking in your entirely lace clad body.
Pinging the elastic of your underwear, he commented, “I like these very much.”
“Hmm,” You smiled.
“I think I’d like what’s under them more,”
The thought of having it, right there, on the sheepskin covered carpet, by the fire sent floods through you.
Cool air rushed over your bare skin and you looped your legs around Lukas, pulling him in closer.
“The bed?” He suggested lowly, planting kisses up your neck.
Shaking your head, you replied, urgency and want surely leaking out of your voice, “I want it here, I want you here.”
Letting him graze a couple fingers over your clothed clit, you rocked against Lukas wantingly.
He groaned lowly, “You look so hot like this for me. Tell me how you want it,”
Feeling his fingers brush against the wetness and swirl in your folds, you lolled your head and cried out, “I need you- here. Don’t stop.”
“Oh you need it.”
He dove two fingers in slowly and your entire body clenched in pleasure.
Fumbling out for his belt, you let out a series of short gasps and he pumped in and out.
When he finally slipped out of his jeans, you let out a much louder gasp. Sex with the man was about to reposition your entire body,
“Oh fuck.”
“Still want it?”
“More than ever.” You responded, just as he pushed in and the storm enclosed itself around the two of you.
so i fear i’m now on the lukas dostal train because oh my god this was absolutely dizzying in the best way ever 😵💫😵💫 the way you write is oh so beautiful, like it so easily transports me into this little world, and as for everything else… wow. is it hot in here or is it just me?? literally going insane over this thank you so much for blessing us with literal masterpieces time and time again 😽🌟
and: heavy on giving newer players you’ve never read for a chance!!!! you get gold like this!!!
babe ily!!!! I’m so glad you liked this, I felt like this fic had a little magical world of its own and I’m happy you felt that too <3 I’m so here to stay
lukas and you take a roadtrip up to Idaho for a mutual's wedding, unfortuntely a blizzard hits not far from your destination and you are forced to take refuge. the small cabin hotel that you stop over in only has one bed left and the night is growing cold, luckily, you and Lukas keep warm with some less than PG activities
NOTICE: i am now writing for new players, one of which who as far as i can find does not have any fics on here, is lukas dostal. i do encourage people to check him out, he seems cute and sweet and is a czech so hopefully no trumpieness here. but i hope you give this a go, and don't skip because it's someone you've never read about before :)
a/n: i have a little list of prompts that i'm intended on working through to get me writing and posting more without feeling overwhelmed so this is post one and i'm not sure how i feel about it but i'm just happy but have had the motivation to get something out. also sorry if it's horrific, i literally just blurted this out and posted it :) hope you all enjoy and remember to leave a like/reblog, it helps writers out massively and really motivates me (which i could always do with more of)
wc: 1.9k
The frosty wind snapped at the car’s windows as you drove down the dimly lit road. An oncoming blizzard was filling up the entire horizon with swathes of white and the longer that you drove, the more treacherous the roads got. Groaning at the freezing cold weather, the car huffed and puffed with the effort of getting through the storm unscathed; the tires screeched as they struggled to maintain grip on the already frozen over roads. You gripped with steering wheel unsteadily, your attention piqued on the unpredictable movements of the car.
Lukas glanced over to you nervously, and said, “Perhaps we should pull over, find somewhere to stay.”
Assessing the storm and the dangerous conditions which were already growing more and more extreme, you replied, “There’ll be somewhere around here where we can stay, I’m sure.”
“Good idea,” He nodded as you peeled your eyes for any sign on the side of the road that might indicate a rest stop where you could hole up until the blizzard was over.
You were driving the both of you for a mutual friend's wedding - him a groomsman, and you a bridesmaid. Since you both lived in the California area, and were somewhat friends, you had offered to drive the both of you north for the wedding. It was in Idaho so you had agreed to split the fourteen hour drive between you. You were doing the final stint and had just crossed the state line into the destination state, only two hours left on the colossal journey.
You had wrestled with the thought that there was only a couple hours to go once you’d crossed into Idaho, but the storm was becoming far too intense to bear and you still had a day before you needed to be at the wedding destination.
Slowing the car right down in the hopes of catching a glance of a sign for accommodation, you could feel Lukas’ eyes on you as you drove - white knuckles curled around the wheel. Dressed in a Ducks hoodie, he had his hat flipped down from when he’d been catching some sleep earlier, you were similar in a slouchy knit jumper but it didn’t stop the shivers from reverberating through your body as the cold wintery air seeped into the old beat up car that you were driving.
The car began sputtering and you cursed under your breath, “Shit, don’t do this to me.”
“Look, there’s a sign.” Lukas butted in.
You sighed under your breath, putting your foot down on the gas in the hopes of keeping the car trundling along, “Yeah it sure is, a sign we shouldn’t go to this wedding.”
“No, an actual sign.” He replied with urgency.
Your head shot upwards, and sure enough a large sign stood at the side of the road. You slowly read it aloud as you crawled past it.
“Frost Place Winter Cabins, Vacancies and Walk Ins. One Mile.”
A silent ‘thank god’ passed over your lips as you kept the beat up car moving and you kept your eye out for the turnoff. It came sooner than expected and it lead you down a strange wintery road.
Tall pines stretched upwards and the snow turned into a light feathery dusting rather than the thick blinding white coming down on the main road. The creaks and groans of the car eased and your shivering stopped. For a moment, it seemed like the road might go on forever, but you weren’t utterly irritated by the idea - it would seem rather pleasant if you weren’t so exhausted from the five hours that you’d already spent behind the wheel.
Just as you were wondering if you might ever make it, you pulled up to a small cabin and parking area. Pulling the car in, you shrugged on your coat that was on the backseat and jumped out of the car.
Lukas followed quickly behind, you noticed that he had both your bags in hand as you approached the large wooden cabin, it’s traditional log features magical among the forest atmosphere. White dusted on top of it and the glow of the moon and a couple streetlamps.
The door chimed sweetly as you stepped inside, the snow dusting off your boots and Lukas’ too as he followed close behind. A receptionist was already standing at the counter as you approached, a gentle smile of her elderly face and smelling sweetly of freshly baked apple pie. You breathed it in deeply and glanced at Lukas to see if he was feeling similarly. Like he was in paradise.
“Hello, my lovelies, how can I help you this evening?” The woman chirped as you leaned onto the counter.
Smiling, you replied, “We’re just looking for two rooms.”
“No problem,” She smiled back, clicking through her computer until her smile dipped a little, looking upwards at you, she said, “Oh, I’m sorry. It looks like we only have one room available.”
Of course something else had to go wrong tonight.
Bewildered, you looked back at Lukas, but the man simply shrugged. Sidling up to you, he rubbed your shoulder comfortingly and leaned down to say,
“I will take the couch, it’s fine.”
Feeling frustrated but somewhat placated, you turned back around to the receptionist and nodded, “That’s fine, we’ll take it.”
With a wide grin, she handed over the room keys.
The room was much more than you could have ever expected from a simple highway stop off. The place really was a magical winter wonderland and the room reflected that. Large, luxurious and decorated perfectly for holeing up during a blizzard. You gasped as you walked through and Lukas let out a sharp laugh in harmony and then you beelined for the fireplace at the centre of the room - the fire in it was already crackling, heating the room up and you shed your jumper and sat down on the sheepskin on the floor.
You watched as Lukas brought in the bags and then came to sit down beside you, where the warmth was radiating out. He too shed his hoodie, revealing the matching shirt beneath but also the rippling muscles that had previously hidden by the fleece. You tried not to stare at the bulk, but Lukas noticed your wandering gaze.
“You staring?”
Quickly averting your gaze, you replied, “No.”
Leaning closer to you, he questioned with a wide grin, “Oh really?”
Your voice came out strained, “Yup.”
Trying to distract yourself from his gaze and the goosebumps covering your arms, you reached for a blanket sitting in a basket by the fire. Unravelling it, you pulled the warm fabric around you.
When you looked up, you realised that Lukas had shuffled closer.
“Do you think it’s strange that we never hang out?” He asked, his eyes running over your bare pale skin and chest.
Breath stuttering in your chest, you replied, “I don’t know, maybe. Why do you ask?”
“It’s just, we both live near Anaheim, our best friends are getting married, we get along well.” He suggested, breathing in slowly and voice lowered.
Your eyes met in the silence, and you could feel the warm breath between you as Lukas’ gaze flickered just for a moment down to your lips.
With a light touch, he reached towards you, a hand bringing up the blanket which had just slipped off one shoulder - your gaze never fractured as he did so and you began to indeed wonder why the two of you never hung out. His hand lingers as he brings the soft fabric up your bare skin and your knee nudges his softly, shattering your carefully preserved breath that had made a home in your lungs.
“You’re still cold,” he almost whispered.
Without even thinking about it, you offered, “What are you gonna do to change that?”
“Maybe,” he replied, slowly leaning in, “this.”
His lips met yours softly, sending a rush of heat right through you, expelling any of the goosebumps resting on your skin. A hand curled around your neck and the other snaked around your waist, you took in the sensation that seemed to graze every nerve of your sensitive skin; his lips were warm as they pressed against yours. With soft, magnetic movements, he pulled you further in and slowly delved his tongue into your mouth. Melting into the kiss, you let your tongues dance around each other and sighed as he sucked on your plush lower lip. He tasted like fresh mountain water, just sweet with minerals and refreshing as you took him in bit by bit.
Gripping onto him, you mouthed at Lukas’ lips as he slowly lowered you down onto the plush carpet. You let out a little squeak as you back curved down and met the floor.
Lukas pulled away, sweeping a strand of your hair behind your ear and pushing back his own. Straddling you, he ran his hands down your frame and took in the sight almost hungrily, breathless from the kissing.
Top slightly shrugged down from the movements, you watched Lukas’ gaze snag on the little white lace just peeking out from under your cami.
Tracing the strap of your top, Lukas’ softly asked, “Can I-”
You nodded and sat up slowly to pull off the top. Lukas helped with considerate and dedicated movements, watching intently as the slow reveal of your chest unfolded. Lukas seemed to draw a breath in, snagging the top from your hands and tossing it to the side as he dove in for another kiss.
Palms grazing your lace bra, Lukas’ hands became heavy on your frame as his lips met yours much more fervently this time. Your body ground against Lukas’ as you felt his kisses trail downwards, meeting your collarbone and covering it in kisses.
You let out a soft moan when he began sucking at your tit from over the lace. Rocking your head upwards, you felt warmth flood your underwear and the sensation radiate through your entire body.
“Lukas, Lukas,” You groaned in hushed tones, “Clothes off.”
“Yes, for sure.”
His shirt came off almost immediately and suddenly, you were desperate for your jeans to come off.
Lukas seemed to understand that almost immediately, his fingers flew to your jeans and yanked them off as fast as he could - tossing them in a pile with your top. For a moment, he just sat there for a moment, straddling your and taking in your entirely lace clad body.
Pinging the elastic of your underwear, he commented, “I like these very much.”
“Hmm,” You smiled.
“I think I’d like what’s under them more,”
The thought of having it, right there, on the sheepskin covered carpet, by the fire sent floods through you.
Cool air rushed over your bare skin and you looped your legs around Lukas, pulling him in closer.
“The bed?” He suggested lowly, planting kisses up your neck.
Shaking your head, you replied, urgency and want surely leaking out of your voice, “I want it here, I want you here.”
Letting him graze a couple fingers over your clothed clit, you rocked against Lukas wantingly.
He groaned lowly, “You look so hot like this for me. Tell me how you want it,”
Feeling his fingers brush against the wetness and swirl in your folds, you lolled your head and cried out, “I need you- here. Don’t stop.”
“Oh you need it.”
He dove two fingers in slowly and your entire body clenched in pleasure.
Fumbling out for his belt, you let out a series of short gasps and he pumped in and out.
When he finally slipped out of his jeans, you let out a much louder gasp. Sex with the man was about to reposition your entire body,
“Oh fuck.”
“Still want it?”
“More than ever.” You responded, just as he pushed in and the storm enclosed itself around the two of you.
lukas and you take a roadtrip up to Idaho for a mutual's wedding, unfortuntely a blizzard hits not far from your destination and you are forced to take refuge. the small cabin hotel that you stop over in only has one bed left and the night is growing cold, luckily, you and Lukas keep warm with some less than PG activities
NOTICE: i am now writing for new players, one of which who as far as i can find does not have any fics on here, is lukas dostal. i do encourage people to check him out, he seems cute and sweet and is a czech so hopefully no trumpieness here. but i hope you give this a go, and don't skip because it's someone you've never read about before :)
a/n: i have a little list of prompts that i'm intended on working through to get me writing and posting more without feeling overwhelmed so this is post one and i'm not sure how i feel about it but i'm just happy but have had the motivation to get something out. also sorry if it's horrific, i literally just blurted this out and posted it :) hope you all enjoy and remember to leave a like/reblog, it helps writers out massively and really motivates me (which i could always do with more of)
wc: 1.9k
The frosty wind snapped at the car’s windows as you drove down the dimly lit road. An oncoming blizzard was filling up the entire horizon with swathes of white and the longer that you drove, the more treacherous the roads got. Groaning at the freezing cold weather, the car huffed and puffed with the effort of getting through the storm unscathed; the tires screeched as they struggled to maintain grip on the already frozen over roads. You gripped with steering wheel unsteadily, your attention piqued on the unpredictable movements of the car.
Lukas glanced over to you nervously, and said, “Perhaps we should pull over, find somewhere to stay.”
Assessing the storm and the dangerous conditions which were already growing more and more extreme, you replied, “There’ll be somewhere around here where we can stay, I’m sure.”
“Good idea,” He nodded as you peeled your eyes for any sign on the side of the road that might indicate a rest stop where you could hole up until the blizzard was over.
You were driving the both of you for a mutual friend's wedding - him a groomsman, and you a bridesmaid. Since you both lived in the California area, and were somewhat friends, you had offered to drive the both of you north for the wedding. It was in Idaho so you had agreed to split the fourteen hour drive between you. You were doing the final stint and had just crossed the state line into the destination state, only two hours left on the colossal journey.
You had wrestled with the thought that there was only a couple hours to go once you’d crossed into Idaho, but the storm was becoming far too intense to bear and you still had a day before you needed to be at the wedding destination.
Slowing the car right down in the hopes of catching a glance of a sign for accommodation, you could feel Lukas’ eyes on you as you drove - white knuckles curled around the wheel. Dressed in a Ducks hoodie, he had his hat flipped down from when he’d been catching some sleep earlier, you were similar in a slouchy knit jumper but it didn’t stop the shivers from reverberating through your body as the cold wintery air seeped into the old beat up car that you were driving.
The car began sputtering and you cursed under your breath, “Shit, don’t do this to me.”
“Look, there’s a sign.” Lukas butted in.
You sighed under your breath, putting your foot down on the gas in the hopes of keeping the car trundling along, “Yeah it sure is, a sign we shouldn’t go to this wedding.”
“No, an actual sign.” He replied with urgency.
Your head shot upwards, and sure enough a large sign stood at the side of the road. You slowly read it aloud as you crawled past it.
“Frost Place Winter Cabins, Vacancies and Walk Ins. One Mile.”
A silent ‘thank god’ passed over your lips as you kept the beat up car moving and you kept your eye out for the turnoff. It came sooner than expected and it lead you down a strange wintery road.
Tall pines stretched upwards and the snow turned into a light feathery dusting rather than the thick blinding white coming down on the main road. The creaks and groans of the car eased and your shivering stopped. For a moment, it seemed like the road might go on forever, but you weren’t utterly irritated by the idea - it would seem rather pleasant if you weren’t so exhausted from the five hours that you’d already spent behind the wheel.
Just as you were wondering if you might ever make it, you pulled up to a small cabin and parking area. Pulling the car in, you shrugged on your coat that was on the backseat and jumped out of the car.
Lukas followed quickly behind, you noticed that he had both your bags in hand as you approached the large wooden cabin, it’s traditional log features magical among the forest atmosphere. White dusted on top of it and the glow of the moon and a couple streetlamps.
The door chimed sweetly as you stepped inside, the snow dusting off your boots and Lukas’ too as he followed close behind. A receptionist was already standing at the counter as you approached, a gentle smile of her elderly face and smelling sweetly of freshly baked apple pie. You breathed it in deeply and glanced at Lukas to see if he was feeling similarly. Like he was in paradise.
“Hello, my lovelies, how can I help you this evening?” The woman chirped as you leaned onto the counter.
Smiling, you replied, “We’re just looking for two rooms.”
“No problem,” She smiled back, clicking through her computer until her smile dipped a little, looking upwards at you, she said, “Oh, I’m sorry. It looks like we only have one room available.”
Of course something else had to go wrong tonight.
Bewildered, you looked back at Lukas, but the man simply shrugged. Sidling up to you, he rubbed your shoulder comfortingly and leaned down to say,
“I will take the couch, it’s fine.”
Feeling frustrated but somewhat placated, you turned back around to the receptionist and nodded, “That’s fine, we’ll take it.”
With a wide grin, she handed over the room keys.
The room was much more than you could have ever expected from a simple highway stop off. The place really was a magical winter wonderland and the room reflected that. Large, luxurious and decorated perfectly for holeing up during a blizzard. You gasped as you walked through and Lukas let out a sharp laugh in harmony and then you beelined for the fireplace at the centre of the room - the fire in it was already crackling, heating the room up and you shed your jumper and sat down on the sheepskin on the floor.
You watched as Lukas brought in the bags and then came to sit down beside you, where the warmth was radiating out. He too shed his hoodie, revealing the matching shirt beneath but also the rippling muscles that had previously hidden by the fleece. You tried not to stare at the bulk, but Lukas noticed your wandering gaze.
“You staring?”
Quickly averting your gaze, you replied, “No.”
Leaning closer to you, he questioned with a wide grin, “Oh really?”
Your voice came out strained, “Yup.”
Trying to distract yourself from his gaze and the goosebumps covering your arms, you reached for a blanket sitting in a basket by the fire. Unravelling it, you pulled the warm fabric around you.
When you looked up, you realised that Lukas had shuffled closer.
“Do you think it’s strange that we never hang out?” He asked, his eyes running over your bare pale skin and chest.
Breath stuttering in your chest, you replied, “I don’t know, maybe. Why do you ask?”
“It’s just, we both live near Anaheim, our best friends are getting married, we get along well.” He suggested, breathing in slowly and voice lowered.
Your eyes met in the silence, and you could feel the warm breath between you as Lukas’ gaze flickered just for a moment down to your lips.
With a light touch, he reached towards you, a hand bringing up the blanket which had just slipped off one shoulder - your gaze never fractured as he did so and you began to indeed wonder why the two of you never hung out. His hand lingers as he brings the soft fabric up your bare skin and your knee nudges his softly, shattering your carefully preserved breath that had made a home in your lungs.
“You’re still cold,” he almost whispered.
Without even thinking about it, you offered, “What are you gonna do to change that?”
“Maybe,” he replied, slowly leaning in, “this.”
His lips met yours softly, sending a rush of heat right through you, expelling any of the goosebumps resting on your skin. A hand curled around your neck and the other snaked around your waist, you took in the sensation that seemed to graze every nerve of your sensitive skin; his lips were warm as they pressed against yours. With soft, magnetic movements, he pulled you further in and slowly delved his tongue into your mouth. Melting into the kiss, you let your tongues dance around each other and sighed as he sucked on your plush lower lip. He tasted like fresh mountain water, just sweet with minerals and refreshing as you took him in bit by bit.
Gripping onto him, you mouthed at Lukas’ lips as he slowly lowered you down onto the plush carpet. You let out a little squeak as you back curved down and met the floor.
Lukas pulled away, sweeping a strand of your hair behind your ear and pushing back his own. Straddling you, he ran his hands down your frame and took in the sight almost hungrily, breathless from the kissing.
Top slightly shrugged down from the movements, you watched Lukas’ gaze snag on the little white lace just peeking out from under your cami.
Tracing the strap of your top, Lukas’ softly asked, “Can I-”
You nodded and sat up slowly to pull off the top. Lukas helped with considerate and dedicated movements, watching intently as the slow reveal of your chest unfolded. Lukas seemed to draw a breath in, snagging the top from your hands and tossing it to the side as he dove in for another kiss.
Palms grazing your lace bra, Lukas’ hands became heavy on your frame as his lips met yours much more fervently this time. Your body ground against Lukas’ as you felt his kisses trail downwards, meeting your collarbone and covering it in kisses.
You let out a soft moan when he began sucking at your tit from over the lace. Rocking your head upwards, you felt warmth flood your underwear and the sensation radiate through your entire body.
“Lukas, Lukas,” You groaned in hushed tones, “Clothes off.”
“Yes, for sure.”
His shirt came off almost immediately and suddenly, you were desperate for your jeans to come off.
Lukas seemed to understand that almost immediately, his fingers flew to your jeans and yanked them off as fast as he could - tossing them in a pile with your top. For a moment, he just sat there for a moment, straddling your and taking in your entirely lace clad body.
Pinging the elastic of your underwear, he commented, “I like these very much.”
“Hmm,” You smiled.
“I think I’d like what’s under them more,”
The thought of having it, right there, on the sheepskin covered carpet, by the fire sent floods through you.
Cool air rushed over your bare skin and you looped your legs around Lukas, pulling him in closer.
“The bed?” He suggested lowly, planting kisses up your neck.
Shaking your head, you replied, urgency and want surely leaking out of your voice, “I want it here, I want you here.”
Letting him graze a couple fingers over your clothed clit, you rocked against Lukas wantingly.
He groaned lowly, “You look so hot like this for me. Tell me how you want it,”
Feeling his fingers brush against the wetness and swirl in your folds, you lolled your head and cried out, “I need you- here. Don’t stop.”
“Oh you need it.”
He dove two fingers in slowly and your entire body clenched in pleasure.
Fumbling out for his belt, you let out a series of short gasps and he pumped in and out.
When he finally slipped out of his jeans, you let out a much louder gasp. Sex with the man was about to reposition your entire body,
“Oh fuck.”
“Still want it?”
“More than ever.” You responded, just as he pushed in and the storm enclosed itself around the two of you.
mkay so I have tonsillitis rn (started having symptoms on Friday/Saturday) and all I can think about is the hilarious possibility that the guy I made out with at the club on Wednesday might have gotten it too
this is only hilarious cause he was a terrible kisser but clearly thought he was the best
any of my gals on here got medical/biology degrees and can tell me if this is possible
