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Post-Practice… 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎 ♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ 𝒢𝒶𝓇𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝒽𝒶𝓂⁴⁴ 𝓍 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

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c/w ᝰ.ᐟ soft dom!garrett, free-use, oral (fem. receiving), s0mno, overstim, multiple orgasms, swearing, pet names (my girl, baby, pretty, sweetheart + no yn), praise, possessive! + clingy!garrett, brief unprotected c0ckwarming, fingering + est. relationship

Your body is torn from a dream, your orgasm crashing through you, making you gasp and bunch up the sheets in your arms as he wakes you up in his favorite way.

"Baby?" You pant. "Mmm... fuck. How—"

"Missed you," he murmurs into your sex. “I need this. Let me keep taking care of you.”

“Keep taking care of me?” You whisper, lifting your fingers to catch a tear rolling down your cheek.

“Number three… goin’ for four.” His laugh rumbles low before he slaps your pussy, and you swear you can feel him smile. “Been down here since practice, baby.”

Your legs try to close, but he grabs your thighs and pushes them into the mattress, keeping you spread for him, thumb rubbing along the crease of your thigh.

Garrett leans in, his shoulders flexing, eyes locked on yours as he gives you a few slow licks.

He wraps his arms around you, dragging you closer to his mouth. He teases your entrance with his tongue before licking a long stripe up your folds, landing on your clit again.

You glance down and meet his half-lidded gaze. He looks completely gone.

grahamsangel44

Light Activity… 𝓼𝓶𝓸𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓱𝓲𝓶 ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ

𝒢𝒶𝓇𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝒽𝒶𝓂⁴⁴ 𝓍 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

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c/w ᝰ.ᐟ post op/sports injuries, pet names (baby, pretty, pretty girl, my girl + no y/n), weed/smoking, intox, possessive!garrett, unprotected p in v, praise, overstim, needy!/clingy!garrett + language

You’re still standing in the doorway when Garrett looks up from the joint between his fingers, eyes closing for a second, a grin pulling at his mouth like you’re exactly what he’s been waiting for.

“There she is,” he mutters.

Three weeks post-op and finally cleared for light activity this morning. No skating yet. No lifting. No contact. No drug testing for another couple weeks either.

He’s been restless for days now—sleeping upright, on a never-ending loop of painkillers, ice packs, physical therapy, and everybody telling him what he could and couldn’t do.

Garrett Graham immediately decided to break his rigorous routine and indulge mid-season for once in his whole-damn life.

The second one of the boys handed him a joint downstairs, he was texting you with a dopey grin like the whole night was playing out in his head.

Now he’s sprawled across his bed shirtless and high, sling still strapped around his shoulder, gold chain catching against his chest while black curls fall messily into his eyes.

His brown eyes already look heavy, lingering on you slow enough to make you feel it.

grahamsangel44

That’s My Girl ♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ

𝒢𝒶𝓇𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝒽𝒶𝓂⁴⁴ 𝓍 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

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c/w ᝰ.ᐟ slight exhibitionism (during online class), teasing, oral (fem. receiving), fingering, praise, pet names (baby, good girl, princess, pretty, that’s my girl + no y/n), possessive!garrett, unprotected p in v, cockwarming, established relationship + swearing

"Fuck, baby..." His eyes work up your skin slowly, hands holding and kneading the globes of your ass. Garrett's big hands trace your soft skin before cupping your breasts, squeezing, and watching the way you melt into him.

Grabbing for his t-shirt, you tug it over his head. Your lips claim his as your fingers trace over the deep indentations of his abs, his cut v-lines disappearing below the band of his sweats. You curl your fingers under the elastic as your tongue slips in his mouth, swirling with his as you pull his pants off.

Garrett lifts you clean off the floor, mouths still tangled as he walks you backward toward the bed. Heat curls low in your stomach when your thighs brush his bare skin, his grip tightening instinctively around you.

He throws you down on the bed and crawls on with you—the devilish grin on his handsome face spreading wider. "I needed this," he hums against your lips.

Your gaze drifts down his perfect body, Garrett's hard dick pressed between the band of his boxer briefs and his hot skin. His tip’s slick with precum, making your mouth water. You reach out your finger, teasing his fat tip, tracing his slit as his mouth falls open. Lifting your finger, you bring it to your lips, running it along your tongue.

kooksandpearls

garrett graham ❄︎ one drink limit.

pairing – garrett graham x reader notes from me – i know i usually only write rafe/drew but i'm on my second rewatch of off campus and i couldn't help myself!! warnings – alcohol, drunken silliness, soft/protective garrett, party chaos, mild innuendo word count – 4.1k

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The thing about Garrett Graham being on a one-drink limit was that it made him unbearably observant.

Usually, at parties like this, Garrett was loud in the easy way he always was when the room already liked him. Leaning against the kitchen island with a red cup in one hand, shoulder knocked against Logan’s while Tucker said something dry enough to make both of them laugh through their noses, still getting pulled into conversations every two minutes by guys who remembered Briar had a game tomorrow and thought “bury those assholes” counted as both analysis and encouragement.

He was still doing that, still smiling when somebody slapped his shoulder on the way past. Still nodding along when a freshman he vaguely knew started talking at him about the power play with the intense glassy-eyed sincerity of a man who had consumed too much cheap vodka and exactly one hockey podcast. Still charming people mostly by accident, because Garrett had never once walked into a room and thought maybe he should make himself smaller for everybody else’s sake.

But sober Garrett had range. Unfortunately for her, sober Garrett noticed things.

godskent

⠀⠀⠀do you dare or not ? ⠀⠀✹⠀⠀garrett graham x fem!reader.

warnings: cute nicknames, soft kisses, french kissing, gentle butt squeeze, best friend x best friend.

a/n: I've had this draft for weeks, i'm uploading it because i'm not happy with it at all and i feel like my english is terrible.

PS: I LOVE GARRETT GRAHAM SO MUCH.

PS2: I thought about making a taglist, if you read this part, let me know in the comments if you want to be included.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀So, to sum up how you ended up standing in front of Garrett Graham, about to be taught how to kiss a guy properly and awesomely? Well, it was a long story, not that long.

The two had known each other since last summer, having met at hockey practice. You wanted to be a great journalist, a really good one who left her mark everywhere you went, but having Garrett around like a real pain in the neck... Ugh, it was annoying.

You needed an interview to get into an important committee and he... Well, he didn't need any benefit, but he just gave you the incentive to be his new female friend: a friend without any preconditions, no sex, no kisses, just a genuine friendship.

You accepted without hesitation, and from that moment on... well, you shared a certain special friendship. Every party he went to, you had to go, like a set of rules. He had practice, you had to go; you had to study, knowing that Garrett hated spending time studying, he was... things like that.

Until that summer passes, the new season arrives and you start to see a boy on campus in a different light; what's more, you'll have a date with that boy.

The only problem? You didn't know how to kiss.

You were inexperienced. You hated men, yet you started to like one and there was no going back.

And asking Garrett for help hadn't been that complicated because he gladly agreed if it meant making you nervous.

Now they were here, in the gym, where Garrett was working out, and you were waiting around like an idiot. You tapped your foot on the floor, trying to get his attention.

⠀"Heyyyyy," you greeted him, and he smiled. "Stop ignoring me. I have a date with a guy in three hours, Garrett! And if i don't learn to kiss properly, i might be embarrassed for the rest of my life."

⠀"Can you calm down? It's not the end of the world, sunshine," Garrett mocks, still holding the dumbbells.

⠀"I hate that nickname," you said, shaking your head. You reached out to snatch the dumbbell and sighed because, yes, it was a little heavy. "Stop holding these dumbbells and show me."

⠀"Why are you so needy? Do you want to learn or kiss me?" Garrett teases, trying to make you nervous.

You rolled your eyes, you couldn't believe it, did he really have to be so... mocking? You had no words to describe him, however, you took the other dumbbell and put them back in place, when you turned to look at him again, he was already in front of you.

Damn... Having him near made you blush a little.

⠀"I haven't even touched or kissed you and you're already blushing."

⠀Garrett smiled again. His smile was so... sexy, there was something about him when he smiled that... "Do i make you nervous, sunshine?"

⠀"Idiot," you muttered, crossing your arms. "Now, give me the advice, i don't know, the step-by-step instructions."

⠀"Okay, first: don't be so nervous. You're going to make the guy realize you're inexperienced at this," Garrett advises, looking down at you as he takes a step closer. "Second: if he doesn't give you 'the look,' don't go near him."

⠀"'The look?' What's that supposed to mean?" you asked curiously.

⠀"This..." Garrett lowers his gaze to your lips and looks back at you. "Look"

Holy shit, you thought to yourself. Your eyes got a little more... Well, how to explain it? Your pupils dilated and he noticed that, and he knows it's having an effect on you.

Garrett gave you every piece of advice, every instruction that made your hair stand on end, especially when it came to placing your hand on a particular point.

There was a point where they almost kissed, however, he stepped back to look at you first; you didn't notice it, but you felt it: your cheeks were as red as could be.

⠀"Now. Make this a scene," Garrett instructs. "I'm the guy. Let's say dinner's over, you're chatting, and you want to see if I'll let you have a kiss. What's the first thing you'd do?"

⠀"Ah... I don't know." You said nervously. You're such an idiot, nervous and shy about a scene you don't even know will happen with that guy.

⠀"Come on, sunshine, i've given you all the steps, just let yourself go." Garrett says.

⠀"What if i mess it up? It's one thing to practice with you, where there's a certain level of trust and..." you paused, gesturing with your hands. "And it's another thing entirely to kiss the guy i'm going to date, you understand?"

⠀"Can you stop babbling and do it? I swear I'll leave here and..." Garrett is interrupted by you.

⠀"Okay, grumpy! I'll do it," you exclaimed, shaking your body to get rid of any nerves that might make you refuse to do this. "Here i go."

The moment you approached him, taking slow steps, your heart pounded wildly, especially when he stepped back slightly, making you feel a little rejected. However, instead of feeling that way, you replaced the emotion with something more pleasurable, a fury at him for provoking you like that. So you grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled him closer, glancing at one eye, then his lips, then the other, and so on, without making it too obvious.

Garrett was mesmerized, in fact, he realized your trick and yet, he remained still in front of you while you stood on your tiptoes, caressing the back of his neck and he looked at you.

It was a step towards you kissing him, and as soon as you did, you felt the softness of the kiss, his lips brushing against yours as you pulled him closer. He didn't hesitate to lower his large hands and gently squeeze your bottom, eliciting a gasp from you that made him kiss you with more hunger than he had anticipated.

His tongue collided with yours, he pressed you against the dumbbells as you spread your legs slightly to feel him between them, and without meaning to, as you lowered your hand, you could feel how hard he was... And an obscene thought made you blush until someone cleared their throat behind you.

⠀"Am i interrupting something?" Logan asks, raising his hands as he holds the water bottle with one.

You turned around, unintentionally, covering Garrett's bulge, who, with great discretion, was able to adjust himself completely.

⠀"Aaaah... No, no. I was... Well, i..." you stammered nervously. "I have a date and... Well, i wanted Garrett to give me some advice about something, I... I won't say anything else, I'll go."

⠀"Okay... Whatever you say." Logan nods, stepping aside to let you pass.

You say goodbye to Garrett, thanking him as he leaves the room with a sigh. Damn, your best friend just got a boner because of you... You did that to him with a practice kiss. You couldn't believe what your hand felt and what your mouth tasted.

Meanwhile, inside the room, Logan looked at his friend and smiled mockingly.

⠀"You should cover up..." Logan points at him. "You look like a teenage kid with his first high school crush, dude."

⠀"Oh, come on, shut up." Garrett shakes his head, settling back to listen to his friend's laughter, and he laughs too.

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a/n²: do you want a second part to this? i'm capable of turning it into a fanfic now that i realize it.

angelicstarkey

captain's jersey

garrett graham x reader

summary: garrett shows you how much he truly loves the way his jersey looks on you

content warning: mirror sex, explicit sexual content 18+ MDNI

w/c: 827

a/n: taking an *incredibly* blind shot at this :P

The mirror in Garrett's bedroom was going to be the death of you, but perhaps it’d all be worth it.

You'd pulled on his jersey that morning, the fabric hanging loose past your thighs as it smelled like him, cedar and sweat and entirely Garrett. It was hard to miss the way his eyes had darkened when he caught you wearing it when you came down for breakfast, but you hadn't expected this.

"Well, well," he'd drawled from the doorway, arms crossed with the same infuriating smirk playing at his lips. "Stealing my jersey now? That's a serious offence, you know. Could get you in a lot of trouble."

"Trouble?" you'd asked, turning to face him, trying to look innocent. “You don’t say.”

jacksabbotts

. ⋆ ⁺₊ ❅ . RESPECT THE ICE

━━ garrett graham x figure skater!reader ; wc 1.5k tw ; 1 mention of readers hair being slicked back ( color, texture, or length is not described ) , garrett is so mean in this tbh ( but all in good character development ) , reader's sport is severely under appreciated ( by the school + the hockey team ) , fem!reader , curvy!reader , body image issues , weight tracking ( by someone other than the reader ) , unedited part one \ part two

Cold lived differently inside Briar Arena than it did outdoors.

Outside winter wind bit at exposed skin and sent people rushing for heavier coats. Inside the rink, the cold settled deeper than that. It seeped through fabric slowly.

kooksandpearls

garrett graham ❄︎ full immersion.

pairing – garrett graham x reader summary – a random class assignment sends garrett to celibacy club, where a stupid bet, four weeks of tension, and one almost-kiss turn into a much bigger problem. warnings – sexual tension, abstinence/celibacy themes, masturbation mention, party setting, suggestive content, strong language notes from me – thank u anon for the request!! such a fun idea <3 word count – 9k

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The assignment was already stupid before Garrett Graham got involved. That was the part she kept coming back to. She’d walked into Sociology of Community and Campus Life that morning with a coffee she’d paid too much for, half a bagel wrapped in a napkin at the bottom of her tote, and the soft, optimistic hope that Dr. Miller would spend the first twenty minutes talking through the rubric while she sat in the third row and slowly became human.

That had been the dream. A gentle lecture. Maybe a discussion board reminder. Maybe one of those meandering tangents about institutional belonging that sounded important enough to write down but loose enough that nobody really had to understand it.

Instead, there was a hat on the front desk. Ugly, brown, soft around the edges, with little folded pieces of paper sitting inside it like the world’s least exciting raffle.

kooksandpearls

garrett graham ❄︎ study break.

pairing – garrett graham x nursing student!reader summary – clinical exam spiral, meet garrett graham’s preferred method of stress relief. warnings – smut, fingering, praise kink-ish, dirty talk, orgasm, exam stress, suggestive humour, strong language notes from me – decided these two needed some actual smut 🙂‍↕️ enjoy!! word count – 3.4k

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She lasted forty-three minutes after Garrett told her to close the textbook. Forty-three minutes of sitting cross-legged on his bed in one of his old Briar hockey shirts, hair twisted up badly with a pencil shoved through it, one sock half-slipping off her foot, tapping the end of a highlighter against her bottom lip hard enough that he was going to start taking it personally.

Garrett had been trying to give her space, which was very generous of him, actually, considering she was in his bed looking like that and pretending the brachial plexus was more interesting than him. He’d stretched out beside her with his phone in one hand and his other arm tucked behind his head, quiet in the way he only got when he was making a conscious effort not to be annoying, but every few minutes his eyes shifted from the screen to her face.

The little crease between her brows. The tense set of her mouth. The way she kept rereading the same paragraph and absorbing absolutely none of it.

kooksandpearls

garrett graham ❄︎ chain reaction.

pairing – garrett graham x reader summary – four times garrett’s chain causes problems, and one very smug hockey captain pretends he isn’t loving every second of it. warnings – suggestive content, making out/grinding, mild sexual references, implied oral sex, drinking, party setting, garrett being smug and whipped. notes from me – as part of my 1k celebrations, here's the top requested fic!! enjoy 🫶🏼 word count – 5k

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The first time Garrett realises his chain is a problem, they're in his room with the door locked, the bass from downstairs moving through the floorboards in lazy, uneven pulses and the old house doing what the old house always does around a party, which is pretend it’s not seen worse.

There are voices below them, Logan’s laugh cutting through once in a bright, drunken bark, Dean yelling something that sounds like an accusation and Tucker answering with the sort of dry, patient tone that means someone is absolutely about to be called an idiot.

But up here, everything has gone smaller. Warmer. The room narrowed down to Garrett’s weight between her thighs, the soft give of his mattress under her back, the skirt shoved high enough on her hips that there's no point pretending it’s even a skirt anymore, and his mouth dragging over hers like he has all night and no better use for it.

kooksandpearls

garrett graham ❄︎ hydration police.

pairing – garrett graham x reader summary – garrett's girlfriend is drunk, freezing, and extremely loyal. so loyal, in fact, that she refuses his water, his jacket, and his flirting because she’s waiting for… garrett graham. warnings – fluff, drunk antics, alcohol, post-game party, protective boyfriend garrett, reader doesn't recognise him for most of the fic notes from me – part of my 1k celebrations!! & based on this request!! thank u anon, such a cute idea 🥹 word count – 4.4k

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There was two versions of Garrett Graham. The version people got in the rink, all sharp focus and captain voice and that very specific game-day intensity that made even strangers in the stands start sitting a little straighter when he skated past.

Then there was the version people got after he’d won, showered, changed, and been handed exactly two beers at a party by Logan, who had called it recovery hydration with the confidence of a man who had never once been trusted by medical professionals.

That Garrett was looser. Warmer. Still tired in the shoulders, still carrying the ache of a hard check somewhere along his ribs, but smiling more easily now, head tipped back while Tucker said something dry beside him and Dean yelled over the music from the kitchen like volume could make a story better.

kooksandpearls

garrett graham ❄︎ house law.

pairing – garrett graham x reader summary – dean’s ex was meant to be off-limits. garrett has several problems with that. warnings – suggestive content, heated kissing, sexual references, situationship tension, arguing, strong language, dean being possessive-ish, party/alcohol setting notes from me – loosely based on this ask!! thank u for sending it through babe! xx word count – 8.9k

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The first time she realises Garrett Graham might actually be a problem, he’s sitting on the players’ bench after practice with damp curls, flushed cheeks, and a towel slung around the back of his neck, talking about leadership like he hasn’t spent the last forty minutes making half the men on the ice look mildly unemployable.

The rink has that post-practice emptiness to it now, all scraped-up ice and cold metal and fluorescent light, the air still carrying the sharp wet smell of snow, rubber, and boy sweat no amount of ventilation has ever fully defeated.

The rest of the team has already filtered out in waves of noise, sticks clattering, showers starting somewhere down the hall, somebody yelling something obscene about Logan’s tape job from the locker room. Garrett had stayed behind because she’d asked for a few more minutes, and because being captain also meant being professionally accommodating to journalism majors with deadlines and a possibly self-destructive interest in his forearms.

Sports journalism was, allegedly, her actual academic focus. This was supposed to be clean. Useful. A feature piece on Briar hockey culture through the lens of the captain everyone on campus already had some opinion about.

kooksandpearls

garrett graham ❄︎ second chance second date.

pairing – garrett graham x petal!reader summary – after running into garrett at the coffee shop, dinner feels like either a terrible idea or the first careful step toward something they both still want. warnings – exes to lovers, second chance, emotional tension, soft/flirty banter, alcohol mention notes from me – finally gave these cuties their dinner date!! hope u enjoy babes xx word count – 5.2k

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The restaurant wasn’t fancy enough to make the whole thing feel terrifying, which she appreciated, but it was nice enough that she had spent twenty minutes standing in front of her closet like she was preparing for a court appearance.

Small tables, warm lighting, a chalkboard wine list behind the bar, and that low evening hum of cutlery and conversation and people pretending not to listen to the table beside them.

The windows were fogged faintly at the edges from the cold outside, little beads of condensation collecting near the wooden frames, and the second she stepped through the door, the heat hit her cheeks hard enough to make her feel like she had already been caught doing something.

Which was ridiculous, because she was simply getting dinner. With Garrett. After a coffee shop conversation that had made her chest feel like someone had taken a key to a locked room she’d been avoiding and turned it very gently.

So, normal. Completely normal.

sunnydilaurentis

girls night | garrett graham ✶

summary: in which garrett receives an almost unreadable message from you while you're out celebrating one of your close friends birthdays. offering to pick you up, garrett has an interesting car ride home and rest of the night.

pairing: garrett graham x fem!reader

notes: hi! just some established relationship fluff! i hope you enjoy <3

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saying you were slightly intoxicated would’ve been a drastic understatement. it was the night of allie’s birthday, and while the celebrations had started off relatively tame - just a small night in with close friends, somewhere between the second round of margaritas and the dangerously sweet cocktail allie kept forcing into everyone’s hands, you’d managed to consume more alcohol in a few hours than you normally drank across an entire semester.

you weren’t big on drinking, and that made your tolerance for it incredibly low.

the soft buzz of garrett’s phone vibrating against the kitchen counter interrupts the sound of the hockey highlights playing quietly from the television in the background. it was nearly one in the morning, and despite the fact he had conditioning at eight and an early lift before practice, he’d promised he’d stay awake to pick you up.

you had tried to tell him at least six separate times that you could just uber home.

he hadn’t listened to a single one.

garrett was stubborn in a way that felt gentle rather than frustrating, and once he’d decided something, there was really no changing his mind.

especially when it came to you. he’d told you earlier that evening that there was “absolutely no universe” where he was letting you get into a random rideshare drunk and alone at one in the morning.

so eventually you’d given up.

stretching across the couch in the hockey house living room, garrett reaches for his phone, the corner of his mouth immediately twitching upward the second he sees your contact flash across the screen.

y/n <3: garrettttt

a laugh slips from his lips.

y/n <3: garret

y/n <3: garret grahm

y/n <3: i mis u

he shakes his head affectionately before typing back.

garrett: miss you too sweetheart

garrett: you okay over there?

y/n <3: yes

y/n <3: maybe

y/n <3: no

y/n <3: allie keeps pouring me more margarita mix

another quiet chuckle leaves him.

garrett: yeah i figured

garrett: want me to come get you now?

y/n <3: im fineeeeee

y/n <3: very fine actually

y/n <3: grace says i am glowing

garrett: that sounds terrifying

y/n <3: ur mean

garrett: i’m coming to get you

y/n <3: ok

y/n <3: i lob you

his entire expression softens at that.

garrett: love you more, y/n. see you soon

garrett grabs his keys from beside dean’s protein shaker before making his way out the front door.

the winter air is freezing, cold enough that he immediately shoves his hands into the pockets of his jacket while making his way towards his jeep.

twenty minutes later he’s pulling into the dorm complex where allie lives.

only one other car remains parked outside.

everyone else had obviously already left.

garrett jogs up the stairs two at a time before knocking lightly against the door. he barely waits ten seconds before allie swings the door open, smiling at him sheepishly before opening the door wider, signalling for him to follow her inside.

"she's in the living room", allie states, a hint of amusement evidently laced in her voice.

garrett follows the sound of your voice before finally spotting you curled up sideways across the couch, your heels abandoned somewhere near the coffee table while you sat clutching allie’s decorative throw pillow against your chest.

the second your eyes land on him, your entire face lights up.

“garrett!” you gasp loudly, as though you haven’t seen him in weeks instead of six hours.

his chest physically tightens at the sight of you.

god.

even drunk out of your mind you were still the prettiest girl he’d ever seen.

the apartment itself looked exactly like the aftermath of an allie hayes birthday celebration - empty margarita glasses scattered across the counter, half deflated balloons hanging from the ceiling fan, confetti covering nearly every surface imaginable. somewhere in the corner grace was asleep, wrapped entirely in a blanket burrito while allie attempted to clean up around her.

garrett’s attention shifts briefly toward the line of alcohol bottles littering the kitchen counter before settling back on you.

definitely the reason behind your texts.

“hi baby,” he says softly, moving toward the couch.

“you’re so handsome,” you mumble immediately.

garrett merely shakes his head, although he can’t stop the smile tugging at his mouth

“thanks sweetheart.”

“like offensively handsome,” you continue seriously, staring at him. “it’s actually rude.”

he crouches down in front of where you sat, reaching his hands out to fix your dress, "how'd this happen silly?" he questions, amusement laced clearly in the tone of his voice.

in an attempt to untangle your dress, he lifts the top half slightly, the movement exposing the black lace bralette beneath. his eyes drag briefly over the newly revealed skin before returning to your face, a quiet grin tugging at his mouth as he smooths the fabric back into place.

you stare at him intently, watching as he carefully repositions your dress.

“how much did you drink?” he asks carefully.

you stare at him for a moment.

“…yes.”

allie bursts out laughing from the kitchen.

garrett exhales through his nose, fighting back his own amusement before carefully helping you sit upright. his hand resting gently on your exposed thigh.

“come on baby,” he murmurs gently.

“let’s get you home.”

you slowly nod, wanting nothing more than to be in the comfort of garrett's bed, falling asleep in his arms. you allow him to carefully pick you up bridal style.

before leaving, he says goodbye to allie and hannah, thanking them for taking care of you while simultaneously apologising for your current state.

the cold air hits your face the second garrett steps outside, causing you to bury yourself deeper against his chest while he carries you towards the car.

once he gets you settled safely into the passenger seat and buckles your seatbelt himself, he finally climbs into the driver’s seat.

for a few minutes the drive is quiet.

his hand rests casually on your thigh while soft music hums through the speakers. you find yourself staring shamelessly at his side profile which had been illuminated by passing streetlights.

god.

he really was beautiful.

“garrett?”

“yeah baby?”

“are you real?”

his lips twitch upward instantly.

“pretty sure.”

“no but like…” you narrow your eyes at him thoughtfully. “you’re too attractive to be real.”

he laughs quietly, thumb rubbing soothing circles against your thigh.

“you’re drunk, y/n.”

“mhm.”

another few seconds pass before you suddenly turn toward him fully.

“kiss me.”

garrett glances over briefly before returning his attention to the road.

“can’t right now sweetheart, i’m driving.”

your entire face falls.

“but you love me.”

“i do love you.”

“then kiss me.”

“baby-”

“liar,” you mumble under your breath, crossing your arms dramatically and turning toward the window.

unfortunately for you, he hears it.

garrett sighs softly before signalling and pulling the car carefully off to the side of the empty road.

the second he parks, he turns fully towards you.

“look at me.”

you refuse.

“y/n.”

still nothing.

then his hand gently hooks beneath your chin, guiding your face back towards his.

“i literally pulled over just to kiss you.”

guilt immediately floods through you.

“sorry,” you whisper.

his expression softens instantly.

“c’mere.”

the moment you lean forward his lips meet yours, warm and familiar and impossibly soft. his hand slips into your hair while the other remains resting against your jaw, kissing you slowly like he has absolutely nowhere else to be.

you melt immediately.

when he finally pulls away, he presses several smaller kisses across your cheeks and forehead while mumbling quiet i love you’s against your skin, each one making your chest ache a little more.

you giggle softly, pushing lightly against his chest. “okay i get it.”

“do you?”

“yes.”

“good.”

eventually the two of you make it back to the hockey house.

the second you walk through the front door, you attempt to wander towards the kitchen, but garrett catches your wrist instantly.

“where are you going?”

“water.”

his eyes narrow suspiciously.

“…vodka”

“absolutely not, y/n.”

heavy footsteps suddenly sound from the stairs.

“g?”

dean’s voice carries through the hallway a second before he appears around the corner wearing grey sweats, clearly about to make himself an absurdly late-night snack.

his eyes land on you first.

then the way you’re practically hanging off garrett’s side.

then your smudged makeup.

then the heels dangling loosely from your fingers.

dean grins immediately.

“oh this is bad.”

“dean,” garrett warns tiredly.

“no, no,” dean continues, holding both hands up defensively while very obviously trying not to laugh.

“i’m just impressed she’s still standing. last time allie got her drunk she fell asleep in the booth at malone's still holding her drink.”

you immediately point at him. “that happened one time.”

dean chuckles, "and i'll never forget it, y/n."

garrett exhales a laugh under his breath while tightening his grip slightly around your waist to steady you.

“you’re both insufferable,” he mutters.

dean points lazily at him. “says the guy who physically cannot go one party without turning it into a hockey strategy meeting.”

garrett scoffs immediately. “that is not true.”

“really?” dean asks. “because last week at tucker’s thing you spent forty minutes talking about eastwood’s defensive structure.”

“we had a game next week,” garrett argues.

“we always have a game next week” dean says smugly. “normal college students drink tequila. you start analysing power plays.”

you’re not entirely sure why the conversation is suddenly the funniest thing in the world, but a burst of laughter escapes you anyway, hard enough that your forehead drops against garrett’s shoulder while your fingers curl lazily into the front of his hoodie.

dean watches you fondly before shaking his head.

“she’s gone.”

“completely,” garrett agrees.

“hey,” you mumble defensively, lifting your head slightly. “i’m still aware.”

dean raises an eyebrow. “really?”

you squint at him. “…why are there two of you?”

“there it is,” dean says proudly.

garrett pinches the bridge of his nose while trying not to laugh and before either of you can react, dean walks over and pulls you into a quick side hug.

“missed you tonight, troublemaker.”

the movement nearly knocks you off balance, unsteady from the amount of alcohol still coursing through your system. garrett’s arm tightens instinctively around your waist, grounding you before you stumble.

“dean,” he says sharply.

“relax,” dean laughs. “you caught her.”

you grin up at dean lazily. “you smell like fries.”

“thank you.”

“that wasn’t a compliment.”

dean places a hand over his chest in mock offence. “wow. i open my home to you, i support your relationship, i let you steal our food every weekend-”

“your food?” garrett interrupts. “she literally buys half the groceries in this house.”

“and yet somehow my cereal still disappears every time she stays over.”

you gasp dramatically. “because we both like the same cereal!”

garrett’s shoulders shake slightly with quiet laughter while dean continues pointing accusingly at you.

“last week i went to pour myself lucky charms and there were three marshmallows left in the box.”

you blink innocently. “well, that sounds like a you problem.”

“you’re lucky i love you.”

you immediately grin. “i know.”

dean narrows his eyes suspiciously before looking at garrett. “she gets mean when she’s drunk.”

“she gets mean when she’s sober too.”

“true.”

you smack garrett lightly in the chest. “not true.”

he catches your hand instantly, pressing a quick kiss against your knuckles while smiling softly. “still love you though.”

dean groans loudly.

“you two are disgusting.”

you’re still giggling when garrett finally starts guiding you toward the stairs.

“okay,” he says, voice warm with amusement. “time for bed before she starts another argument.”

“night, y/n,” dean calls after you.

you turn around mid-step. “goodnight deanie!”

dean immediately smirks and points at garrett. “she never gives you cute nicknames like that.”

“baby is literally a nickname.”

“not as cute as deanie.”

garrett flips him off without missing a beat, earning a loud laugh from dean as he disappears back into the kitchen while garrett continues leading you upstairs, quietly muttering about how he desperately needed a better roommate.

ange1archive

the perfect costume.

ৎ୭ characters. garrett graham x fem!reader

ৎ୭ synopsis. you and garrett are looking for a perfect couple costume for dean and beau's birthday party.

ৎ୭ word count. 2k

ৎ୭ warnings. cringe suggestive jokes

the blank notebook page on your bed seems to mock you, its stark white surface completely devoid of any good ideas.

monseille

Giving Garrett Graham the perfect post—practice relief ⋆ female reader, explicit language, oral sex (male receiving), handjob.

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“Fuck, baby.” Garrett rasped, his voice low and tired as the big hand he had wrapped around your silky hair in a makeshift ponytail tightened just a little.

The exhaustion from the ice still clung to him, you noticed from how his broad shoulders were slightly slumped, his muscles rigid, his playful smile not quite reaching his eyes.

So earlier, when you suggested doing something to take his mind off of hockey for a while, he’d figured you meant ordering takeout from Malone’s and watching ‘The wedding planner’ for the hundredth time. Certainly, not this.

Not you, looking so pretty in your knees right in front of him while he sat back in his desk chair, muscular thighs spread wide enough to make space for you.

You pulled back with a wet pop, strings of spit still connecting your lips to his glistening cock. “Told you this would help.”

“You did.” He laughed, low, running a hand through his tousled dark curls, just so he could look at you better.

Strands of hair fell down the sides of your face, lashes damp, swollen lips covered with his arousal, the strings of your lacy bralette sliding off your shoulders.

One of his fingers reached for your cheekbone, tracing small circles on the flushed skin. “So beautiful, baby.” He whispered, the words coming out slurred from pure tiredness.

You leaned into his touch before wrapping your hand around his length and trying to hold all of him, which was impossible, you’d tried.

Garrett hissed like a wound animal, the hard ridges of his stomach contracting when you gave him one slow, cruel stroke. Feeling the drag of your fingers against his throbbing cock was everything he needed.

A deep, strangled grunt left out his lips as you slid your thumb over the red, slick–covered tip. You felt how it pulsed beneath your touch, at the same rhythm of his heartbeat.

“Fuck, wait, baby.” He cleared his throat, voice still coming out rough. “Slow down or I’ll come.” And for the millionth time, he dragged a hand through his curls, as if that were enough to ground him.

“That’s the point, Graham.” You said, too playful, too amused, but your eyes softened at the sight of him.

Small beads of sweat running down his forehead, hair a mess, his eyebrows deeply furrowed, chest moving up and down, the muscles of his jaw twitching each time you touched him just right.

“Right.” He started, the laugh he attempted to get out replaced by a trembling breath because you kept pumping your hand. “But— wanna come inside your mouth.”

You didn’t answered, with words, at least.

For the last time, you leaned forward, your lips leaving obscene open–mouthed kisses over the tip, your tongue tracing the prominent vein along his cock before pushing down, slowly, keeping your own pace, once again trying to fit all of him. But failing miserably.

Garrett’s sure his brain melted. “Oh, fuck.”

You kept the rhythm steady, lips sliding smoothly in an up and down motion all over his length as your hot tongue worked him with unhurried strokes. Meanwhile, your hand pumped in time what you couldn’t quite reach.

“Keep goin’, baby.” He rasped out, his voice hoarse. His thick fingers tangled gently through your hair, just holding, not guiding.

You hummed around him, taking him deeper, the vibration sending shivers down his spine, but you kept sucking with enough pressure, hollowing your cheeks.

Quickly, Garrett’s breathing turned ragged, the toned muscles of his thighs tensing, fighting back the pleasure.

“I’m close— fuck, I’m so close.”

And you didn’t pull away, not until you felt how his body locked up, how he panted your name under his breath along with a curse, and especially not until he pulsed thick and hot across your tongue, savoring the salty ropes of him.

He threw his head back with a low moan, now his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead and his lips parted, trying to catch his breath. You waited until you swallowed every drop to ease off and leave a final kiss to the sensitive tip.

Garrett, with the strength he had left, leaned forward in the chair, big hands sliding under your arms to pull you up onto his lap.

He wrapped you in his arms against his heaving chest, and you found your place in the curve where his shoulder met his neck.

“See how I was right?” You smiled against his warm skin. “You needed to relax.”

He pressed a lazy kiss to your temple, laughing. “Never doubting you again.”

“Glad you learned.”

“Damn right I did, baby.”

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note ⋆ posted two days in a row… who is this. i started this today and thanks to some miracle finished it, i reached flow state while listening to omar courtz, so yep, here’s the result. 🙂‍↕️

grahamsangel44

𝙲𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝙺𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚃𝚘 𝙷𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

𝒢𝒶𝓇𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝒽𝒶𝓂⁴⁴ 𝓍 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

1.2K words

c/w ᝰ.ᐟ fluff/smut, hand kink, phone sex, pet names (baby, pretty+ no y/n), oral (m. receiving + f. receiving), fingering, light restraints, garrett using every excuse imaginable to touch his girl, headcanons + 10/10 boyfriend behavior

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 Garrett's big hands in your hair, grabbing your cheeks, hooked under your chin so he can have your pretty eyes on his, laced around your neck tight enough to feel your rapid pulse thump under his broad palm…

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ 𝒲𝑒𝒶𝓀 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 of those hands balled up into fists, that game-day tie cinched tight around his wrists, bound to a chair as you bounce on top, mumbling against your lips about what he's gonna do when he gets his hands on you.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃’𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓅 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 those rare date nights during hockey season where you actually get him to yourself. His fingers find yours across the table, his thumb rubbing absentminded circles against your knuckles while he listens to you talk. Pulling your chair out. Holding doors open. Brushing some sweet cream off your bottom lip before you can catch it yourself, smiling to himself when you roll your eyes. Garrett never seems to know how to keep his hands off you for very long.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ 𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒾𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝑜𝓌 Garrett’s hands are always on you one way or another—at parties, walking across campus, around the house. His fingers are locked in yours, his heavy hand resting on your back, or his arm draped lazily around your shoulder.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ 𝒢𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓊𝓅 𝑜𝓃 his firm grip on your hips, guiding you and pulling you right where he wants you. He doesn't even ask most of the time, switching positions with a heavy hand, leaving you gasping on the mattress.

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