First off i love all the p!links and i appreciate how much time you put into them and I was wondering if you do more with either Mack or Fraser and they are needy and like can barley keep it together (especially during hand jobs than actual sex) and maybe a little bit of edging 😼 and them being a munch but whatever you make will be awesome!!
Macklin Celebrini - NHL P!LInks
Mack who's so needy his dick jumps when you edge him
Mack who's jacking off and fails to edge himself
Mack who's so overstimulated he starts laughing
Mack who lets you tie him up and overstimulate him
Fraser Minten - NHL P!Links
Fraser who's so handsy you have to tie him down while you ride his face
Fraser who's dick is twitching before its out of his boxers
Fraser who just LOVES his femdom
Fraser who can't help but hump the air while you jack him off
Fraser who's so miserable because you won't let him cum
Could you maybe write some nsfw for Fraser. There isn’t that much for him ☺️
Baby Daddy - Pt 1
Fraser Minten x Reader
Warning: p in v, unprotected sex, female reader, slightly ooc (they have a dog)
Pt 2
It’s late, an hour and a half past when the game was supposed to end. But double OT and a pile up right outside the garden delayed Fraser’s return home by quite a bit.
By the time he shuffles through the door, you’ve already been asleep for a while. He sets down his bag on the stool in the foyer. Fraser sighs and bends his back, the soft pops alerting the dog.
“Hi Zayna” He grins and pets the dog as she walks up, “Did you put mama to bed? Yeah?” He kicks off shoes and shuffles to the bedroom door. It’s open and he can see you under the covers.
Fraser trails the outline of your body, every curve and dip is a memory of how much he’s loved you. He watches you like that for a few minutes. His sweatpants grow tighter and his hand snakes over to palm himself.
Zayna huffs and attempts to push past him. Fraser gently pushes her back by the snout, stepping into the bedroom and closing the door until there’s just a crack of it open.
“Sorry ZeeZee…” His voice is barely above a whisper, “Go lay down.” His command is met with another huff as she tromps over to the couch.
He closes the door and strips off his shirt before crawling into bed. His arms wrap around you, pulling you closer to his body and waking you up.
“Fray?” Your voice is husky with sleep. You blink a few times, trying to wake up fully. The room is dim, and for a second you’re not sure if it’s really him or just a dream.
“I’m here,” His hand gently runs over your stomach, fingers dipping under your t-shirt and into your panties. Without warning, his middle finger lands on your clit and starts to massage circles on it.
You can’t help but let out a little sigh, “Oh, fray…” You’ve missed him, and watching him play on the TV got you more riled up than you’d like to admit.
“God, you’re so wet already…” Fraser’s voice turns your insides into honey. The moment you hear that desperate lilt in his tone, memories of every single time you’ve been under him come rushing back.
He slips his hand out and hooks his fingers in the edge of your panties, tugging them down to around your knees. He pulls his cock out of his sweatpants with one hand and uses the other to grab your thigh, hiking your leg back over his hip.
You let Fraser mold your body to his. You can feel the stretch in your groin but don’t mind. You’d happily be sore in the morning if it meant having Fraser half asleep and inside of you.
The hand holding his cock gently pumps before lining up with your slick cunt. Fraser rubs the tip against your clit gently, giving you the tiniest bit of stimulation before he sinks in slowly. You let out a groan as you feel the familiar stretch.
“Ah, fuck” Fraser groans, “Goddamn it, love…” He slowly rolls his hips, cock sliding in and out of you, hitting every spot of pleasure. It causes you to moan out, back arching sleepily.
The both of you sink into the feeling, losing yourself in the ecstasy and the feeling of your body on his. Your cunt flutters, causing more moans from Fraser and for him to thrust faster.
His hand reaches around to start rubbing your clit again, gathering slick from where the both of you are connected, causing you to moan even louder. His hips speed up, the bed creaks audible over the both of your voices.
The coil in your stomach turns as hot as fire. Whispered ‘I love you’s flow out of your mouth as your hips grind back into Fraser. The heat stretches down your thighs, up your chest, filling your body with electricity.
He’s already close to cumming, the exhaustion from the game making it too much to drag this out. You are too; you’ve been practically trained on his cock since the moment he entered you for the first time.
“Oh god oh god oh god” Fraser’s voice melts into a whimper as his hips press up. His cock twitches once, twice, thrice as his semen pumps into you.
His orgasm triggers yours. The coil in your stomach bursts, the electricity sparking into fire as your cunt twitches and flutters. You keep grinding back against him, moans slipping out alongside his.
Eventually they both taper off. His gasps for air softening to heavy breaths, Your grinding slows to a stop. He presses kisses into your shoulder, nuzzling against you and hugging you closer as sleep once again starts to drag you both under.
“G’night baby” Fraser whispers against your neck, “love you…”
You whisper back to him, “Love you too…gonna pull out?” You wiggle your hips.
The stretch from him entering you stings slightly. You haven't gotten used to his size in the months you've been dating, and honestly you don't think you ever will.
Fraser is kneeling infront of you on the bed, your ankles over his shoulders as he fucks into you. Your shoulderblades dig into the mattress underneath you, the pillows doing nothing to help the dull ache.
His hips roll slowly, tenderly, making sure you feel every inch of him move in and out. Curls stick to his forehead, body sheening with a thin layer of sweat from the heat between your bodies.
You hum out in approval with each thrust. The depth he's hitting is better than anything you've ever felt.
"Yeah?" He whispers in response to your moans, "feel good baby?" You try to respond, opening your mouth, yet only a whine comes out.
He smiles, happy that he's making you feel this good. His lips meet yours before trailing up and down your neck. He measures thirteen kisses exactly from behind your ear to the center of your collarbone.
His hands grip your hips, hiking you up further and pulling you onto his cock rhythmically. Fraser's hand reaches down, thumb pressing into your clothes and rubbing circles into it.
"Cmon baby...cum for me" He breathes out, hips slamming harder as you tighten around him. You start whimpering and blubbering. It's too much, the way he hits that soft spongey spot insid of you.
The fire inside of your core burns hotter, hotter, hotter, until it floods your whole body. Your stomach flexes, back arching, hips rutting back onto his cock. The heat burns up your chest and down your thighs and to every atom in your body.
You shake so bad that Fraser has to grab your thighs. "I know baby I know..." His cock continues to pump in an out of you as he chases his own high.
His balls tighten, lifting slightly as his cum spills into you. White paints your insides, furthering your own orgasm. Fraser's eyes stayed locked onto your face. He drinks in every expression, every sign of your pleasure.
Slowly, you both come down from your highs. He gently pulls out, puts your legs on the bed, and lays down beside you. He throws an arm over your waist to pull you against his chest.
You lie in comfortable silence for a while. The only noise is the AC and the intermittent kisses Fraser presses into your shoulders.
Your eyes start to get heavy. You're worn out, you can tell Fraser is too from the way his breathing is slow. Eventually, you relent, letting sleep take over you.
if possible could we get some more fraser plinks? specifically sub fraser who begs for permission to cum and cries when you peg him 🙏🙏 he’s so cutie i love him 😭
Of course love!
Fraser Minten - NHL P!links pt 10?
Needy Minty
2 person chain
The shit he sends you as soon as he gets to the hotel
It’s been 3 weeks since that night. Fraser had come home late, slept with you, and forgot to pull out. Which meant that the semen had no where to go but up.
You’re sitting on the bathroom floor currently, Zayna next to you chewing on the bath mat. On the counter sits a red solo cup. Inside, a pregnancy test from 5 minutes ago.
You haven’t checked it yet. What if it’s positive? You don’t know if you’re even ready for a baby yet, much less Fraser. It’d be impossible to fit a baby into his schedule, and with the stress of playoffs you doubt he’d be able to handle it.
But then again, what if it’s negative? Are you really ready to kiss all that goodbye before it ever starts? You can picture the little onesies, a mini jersey, the impossibly soft baby curls. Fraser was always gentle with kids, you can only imagine how he would be with his own.
You only snap out of your thoughts when your phone alarm goes off. You click it off and reach up. Your hand pats the counter until you feel the cup, grabbing it and pulling it into your chest.
Zayna’s ears perk up as you do that. She gets up and pads over, sniffing at your face and the cup.
“No ZeeZee…” You whisper to the puppy, gently shoving her away. You take your hand off of her chest and bring it to the stick in the cup. Lifting it to see it, you gasp.
You can hear the blood rushing in your ear, and your heart feels like it’s climbing up and out of your throat. You lift the stick up and turn it over, bracing yourself.
It takes a moment to register, but when it does, you can’t breathe. Side by side in the little window are two strong pink lines. There’s no denying it.
You’re pregnant.
Time speeds up and slows down at the same time. All you can focus on are the two lines. You only notice that you’re shrieking when Zayna paws her way into your lap to try and comfort you.
The stick clatters to the floor as you bury your fingers in her fur, trying to ground yourself. Your lungs seem to shorten as your vision starts to blur with tears. They stream down your face at an unfathomable speed while Zayna tries to lap them up.
An hour passes with you stuck in that cycle. You break down, cry yourself out of tears, and just as you’re starting to feel better you pick up the stick again, facing the two lines and an unknown future.
You’re in the middle of trying to pull yourself together again when you hear the familiar sound of Fraser’s keys in the apartment door. Oh god, you’re gonna have to tell him. Just the stress of that thought causes more tears to spill out. Hand over mouth, you pray Fraser won’t immediately come looking for you and get distracted by something else.
But ever the papa’s girl, Zayna perks up from your lap and starts yipping. She bounds for the bathroom door and scratches at it. You hear Fraser’s footsteps stop, and the soft shff as he turns on his heel.
“…Zee baby? Whacha doing in the bathroom silly puppy?” Fraser walks towards the door, and you can hear the smile in his voice, “You’re lucky I got home before mom did or she’d–“
Fraser swings the door open. Zayna jumps out. You grab the stick and toss it into the tub before he can see the lines.
“…Hey baby” You say, voice weaker than even you expected.
“…Hey baby” You feel light headed. Is it the dehydration? The shock? All you know is that the world is spinning out of control. You lose track of Fraser for a moment before you feel his hands try to steady you.
Fraser pulls you into him as he crouches next to you, one hand holding the back of your head and the other around your shoulders. His lips press into your hair as he tries his best to console you.
“It’s okay baby, breathe” He hugs you like his life depends on it. Because to him, it does. In his head, he came home to find his girl having a panic attack after locking herself and the puppy in the restroom. "What's wrong baby?"
You choke back sobs, fingers curling into the soft cotton of his hoodie. Your tears have already started to form a wet spot on the shoulder. He lets go of you with one hand, taking the cuff of his hoodie to wipe your face. Gathering your strength, you sit up once more, body shaking as you lean against the tub.
You had thrown the test in there when Fraser burst in, and it’s currently laying next to the drain. You reach in and grab the smooth plastic, turning it over to look at the lines once more. Before you can psych yourself out more, you turn and hold it out to Fraser.
“I’m pregnant.”
Fraser’s world explodes as those words leave your mouth. You’re pregnant? How?! Well obviously he knew how, he went to sex ed, but….HOW?! He looks between the test and you, mouth hanging ever so slightly open.
“I think it happened that one night you fell asleep inside me,” You continue, “I can’t think of anything else that could’ve caused it. We used protection every other time.” Tears start to fill your eyes again. You’ve been crying a lot lately, and you think ‘hopefully it won’t like this for the rest of the pregnancy’.
Fraser takes a moment to compose himself, tongue darting out to lick his lips before he speaks. “Okay. Wow.” He nods, surprisingly chill compared to what you expected. He reaches out for the stick and holds it up. Sure enough, two bright pink lines.
“…you’re sure? How many have you taken?” He asks, his free hand resting ontop of yours in your lap.
“Just this one. But I’m also late, and I threw up this morning. Which doesn’t mean anything necessarily but….” You shrug. Fraser just nods, still staring at the test. Pregnant. He can barely wrap his mind around it. There’s a whole person inside of you. Well, not yet. It’s not even alive yet but still.
“Do you wanna keep it?” He looks up to you. He’s always been a bit blunt when it comes to the tough conversations.
“Do you?” You furrow your brow. If you have the baby it’s not just gonna be on you to take care of it. Fraser exhales, taking a moment to think. Once again he stares at the test. It’s a big thing, you’re not even married yet and he’s only home half the time due to work.
After a minute, he nods. “Yeah, I do.” His voice is light and airy, like even he can’t believe what he’s saying, “If you’re up for it, I want the baby.”
You stare at him. Usually it takes him days to make a decision. The only reason he ever picked out the Chevy was because there was only one option. But here he is, staring at you, face blank like the topic is baseboards instead of a whole mini human.
“Listen, we’ll do it all. We’ll get married, I’ll get you a nice house with a big backyard for Zayna and the kid, it’ll be perfect.” His voice drops to barely above a whisper. He holds your gaze, silently assuring you that he means every word. It wins you over.
Hesitantly, you nod. “Okay. Okay. Let’s do it. Let’s have the baby.”
PLEASEE write a blurb on Fraser minten putting aloe Vera gel on his gf after she got sunburnt im dying and I can’t reach my back 😐
SUNBURN SUMMER
Fraser Minten x Reader
Lowk worlds crappiest writing but im so writers blocked rn
You’re laying down on the couch, skin exploding in tiny pinpricks of pain. You and Fraser had spent the day out at the lake. You were smart and used sunscreen, SPF 30+ with regular reapplication. But much to your dismay, it didn’t work.
So here you are 3 hours later, laying on your couch, bright red with ice packs and aloe smushed all over you. Fraser isn’t helping with it despite what he thinks.
He’s got you by the ankles, hands running sticky aloe all over your shins and thighs. Sure it’s cooling, but Fraser’s giggles should count as a biblical punishment.
Every few seconds there’s a ‘teeheehee’ from next to you. He’s also been pressing shapes into your skin with his fingers, making the sunburn sting even more. Eventually you’ve had enough.
“…Fraser, Quit.” You peek your eyes open just enough to glare at him, causing him to go momentarily still.
He furrows his brow and sticks out his bottom lip in a pout, resuming the aloe massage. He switches body parts, lifting up your shirt and starting to rub aloe all over your stomach and sides.
You hiss as the cold touches your skin, practically kicking Fraser away with your flinch. That doesn’t deter him though, as he continues to smear aloe and giggle at how red you’ve become.
“You look like a giant Dorito” Fraser says. He automatically flinches back, expecting a playful hit. But you don’t. It’d hurt too much. You’ve only just gotten your arms to stop hurting and to move them now would be like inviting hell back for tea.
Instead, you just glare and huff. The sunburn is already knocking you out, words would be a waste of limited energy. So you lay there, letting him move onto your arms, chest, and neck. Once he’s done with that, he slides the ice packs out from under you and walks to the fridge, intending to replace them.
But when Fraser opens the freezer, he realizes that he’s used up all of the ice packs. It’ll take too long to wait for them to freeze again, and he’s sure you don’t want frozen peas on you. So he does the next best thing. Ice Cubes!
He carefully scoops them into a bowl from the automatic maker, and walks over. Before you can question him though, he starts grabbing them and shoving them under your shirt.
You can’t help but let out a little screech. “FRASER WHAT THE FUCK?!” He just continues to shove them places, offering quiet ‘sorry’s repeatedly. By the time the bowl is empty, you’re slimy AND wet. If it were any other situation that would be sexy, but not now.
Fraser still looks proud of himself though. “Cooler?” He smiles.
