#sm35

[hab-a-nice-day]

—Kirby Dach, Montreal Canadiens, professional goalie hugger

[huronsshoreline]

Habs dogs part 3! This time the goalies <3 Big fluffies for our net guardians and I think they turned out pretty cute!

I have a couple dogs left to do for the Habs and then the whole lineup will be finished (+some rocket guys…) so that means I need a new team to do! Let me know what team I should animorph next 🫶

[babygirlfowler]

rewatching the old games like a fucking dead wife in memoriam every time monty is even briefly on the screen

[puckslut4thehabs]

Look What You Made Me Do | Sam Montembeault (NSFW)

requested by @juliepiercyr

revenge. that's all that was on your mind after you found out your boyfriend had cheated on you. and it's not even that you found out through the grapevine. you witnessed it. in your apartment, in your bed.

funny. he'd been the one begging you for a place to stay when his lease ran out. and now he's all but basically locked you out.

you'd seen the signs; how he laughed when he lied. made you play the role of the fool anytime you questioned it. you didn't like his little games. but you're smarter. all you're thinking about is karma.

you didn't throw a fit. didn't scream or cry or kick him out. instead, you hatched a plan. maybe a pretty far fetched plan, but a plan nonetheless. one that would have his blood boiling. you'd be the actress staring in his bad dreams.

so, you put on your tightest dress that made your body look impeccable. curled your hair just right. not enough makeup where it'd be caked on your face; a natural look. killer heels that made your legs look longer than they were. an outfit that would certainly get attention.

you knew he frequented a bar downtown quite a bit. one he'd probably picked up girls at multiple times before, but the one you also knew his favourite hockey team, the montreal canadiens, frequented after games.

he'd always told you the story of how he should've made it to the nhl, but that the league was, in his words, blindsided. yeah, sure, okay. you knew he was insecure about it, and you were gonna play on that.

when you got there, your ex was already there. sitting at a corner booth, bottle blonde hanging off his arm, but his eyes weren't on her. they were on the canadiens across the room. perfect.

you made sure to sway your hips as you made your way to the bar. you exuded confidence, so it didn't take long for multiple people in the room to notice you. your ex included.

you ordered your favourite drink at the bar, but before you could even fish your wallet out of your purse, an accented voice spoke up from next to you. perfect. he said something in french to the bartender, lightly pushing your hand away from unzipping your purse.

'i'm sam.' he introduced himself as the bartender slid your drinks across the bar to the both of you.

'y/n.' you responded. you didn't thank him for the drink. that'd been your plan all along.

'you here by yourself?' he asked, sitting down at the bar next to you.

'mhm.' you said, crossing your legs, making your dress slide up. and his glance didn't go unnoticed by you. 'just found out my boyfriend cheated on me.' you said, playing up the 'poor me' act.

'cheated? on you? must've been an idiot.' he said, taking a sip of his beer.

'oh, he was. definitely not... athletic enough for me.' you said. 'so, instead of being sad about it, i came out. just looking for a little fun.' you added, placing a hand on his leg.

that's how a few minutes later you were walking straight past your ex and the girl hanging off his arm and to the bathrooms at the back of the bar. you didn't even look at him.

the minute you and sam found a single bathroom that had a lock, you were in it, lips locked and his back pressed against the door. he backed you up towards the sink, lifting you onto the edge of the counter by your thighs.

you barely wasted any time as your tongues danced together. you reached between the two of your, unzipping his jeans, pushing them and his boxers down enough to free his cock.

you spat in your hand and pumped his length in your hands a couple times before moving your panties to the side and settling into a more comfortable position so he could line himself up, using your wetness and your spit as lubrication.

he was bigger than your ex. so much bigger. so, it was a bit of a stretch once he pushed into you to the hilt, pulling you flush against him. your legs tightened around his hips, signaling you wanted to go him to go faster.

you didn't want slow. you wanted something quick. something dirty. something good enough to make your ex realize what he lost. something that would make you forget about him.

and with the way sam was pounding into you, you definitely would.

you bit his neck lightly to keep yourself quiet. you licked at the wound, soothing it as he tilted his hips to reach a deeper angle inside of you.

'harder, sam.' you whispered into his ear.

he obliged, his cock driving in and out of your soaking wet cunt, making obscene sounds echo throughout the bathroom. he grunted into your ear as you couldn't help but clench around him, tilting your head back in a loud moan.

he nipped at your neck that was now bared to him, making you clench around him again. you'd never had sex like this before. never felt like this before. your ex had never been able to make you finish, but it looked like sam was going to.

you're sure your ex could hear how loud the two of you were being as he was sitting very close by to the bathroom out in the bar area, but you found you didn't even care. all you cared about in this moment was sam and the way he was making you feel.

he felt you clench around him again, and with one more harsh thrust, you felt your walls flutter around him as you finally reached an orgasm. you bit down on his shoulder to keep yourself quiet. you'd never felt anything like that before. nothing that good.

your orgasm spurred sam's on, and after a couple more thrusts, he was pulling out and spilling onto your bare thigh wrapped around his waist.

the two of you stayed there for a few minutes, twitching through the final bits of the aftershocks. the music picking up outside in the bar is what snapped you two out of it.

you expected him to zip back up and leave, but he didn't. he did zip back up, but then he grabbed some paper towels to clean his cum off of you. he let you catch your breath, and then held out his hand to help you off the counter. tonight was far from over.

you didn't spare your ex another glance as you left the bathroom with sam and the two of you made your way to the door, even though he was glaring at you with every fiber of his being. you weren't gonna concern yourself with him anymore

look what you made me do.

[breaking-the-habsit]

Monty should get a gun since they wanna keep getting up in his personal bubble

[kentjohnson91]

i felt we all needed to see this…..monty what

[awkweirdlymajestic]

Getting to see things like this is the only reason I haven't yeeted myself out of the hellspace that is Twitter. Carey...my Shayla. Mans just be out here on a random ass Thursday making me cry by propping up his goalie ducklings.

[fowlerplay]

Oh Monty you deserve every last one of those head pats king