“Well if it isn’t my favorite police man.” You smiled as you picked up your cellphone. The other end of the phone uncharacteristically silent.
“Now normally that gets a response from you…” you spoke, nothing but his breathing greeting you, “Carlos… you are creeping me out.”
“He freaked.” He whispered as you shut your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose
“Carlos, I told you this was a bad idea.” You replied
“No, you told me that it was a sickeningly sweet gesture and you were so excited that someone loved your brother enough to buy him his dream apartment.” His tone changing as you responded, “And then after that?”
“You said he would sabotage it.” Carlos sighed, “I just didn’t think it would be this bad.”
“Sweetie, it is TK, we all know that he will freak and in a few hours he will come back.”
“He left.” He whispered
“I know.”
“No…. I went out to get dinner, and he…. He left a note… he broke up with me. I tried to go to your dad’s but he has Mateo guarding the door, and he won’t let me in and…”
“Carlos, breathe.” You instructed, as your hand reached for your keys, “Give me like 30 minutes.”
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“Tyler Kennedy!” You called as you opened the front door, your body turning as you shut it, and put the keys to your vehicle on the hook your father dedicated to you. When you turned back you heard your father’s chuckle, “You are so screwed.”
As you walked into the kitchen, you saw the 3 males standing around the island, two of them looked to you, while one hung his head, eyes locked on the granite countertop as you replied, “You just gonna stand there and look like a puppy who is being scolded, or are you gonna come hung your sister.”
He reluctantly pushed away from the countertop, and leaned his body into yours, your arms engulfing him as he buried his head in your shoulder. You signaled to the other two to leave the room, and the moment you heard the door close to the den you whispered, “They’re gone.”
And with those 2 words the floodgates opened, and your little brother melted in your grasp. Your embrace pulling him closer as his sobs broke your heart, all you could do was whisper, “It’s okay TK, it’s okay.”
Once he was done, you whispered, “I love you, but sometimes TK, I want to shake you.”
You felt him smile a little, before he responded, “I know, but it just…”
“You did what you always do, you panicked, and exploded the situation.” You whispered, “We can get through this, we always do.”
“I messed up, he hates me.”
“I mean he did just spend a lot of money on you… and instead of a thanks, you broke his heart.” You joked, “But you two will get through it. You always do.”
“You knew, didn’t you?”
“Of course I did, and I told him it was a horrible idea, but this is Carlos we are talking about, he is one for grand romantic gestures, and he is obsessed with you, meaning he is not going to listen to your sister who knows you better than she knows anyone in this world when she advises him not to put your name on the deed, because you know it will result in something like this.”
“Did you talk to him?”
“He actually called me, he let me know you left, and I ran straight here, cause…”
Your statement was interrupted by someone pounding on your father’s door, causing you to raise an eyebrow, “Did dad order Uber again?”
“No idea.” He said as you jogged to the door, and opened it to a red eyed Carlos.
“Hey.” You greeted, as you leaned in the door, “What are you doing here?”
“I came to get my stuff.” He sighed, “Seeing how I am no longer dating your brother.”
“And I am trying to fix that.” You whispered, as he sighed, his eyes casting to the floor as he replied, “There is no fixing it [Y/N]. I’m sorry I dragged you into this.”
“Carlos….” You started, but he just pushed past, and went to the room both he and TK had been sharing, his eyes never meeting TK’s. You stood there baffled, and when Carlos finally passed you again with his suitcase he looked to you, “I’m sorry [Y/N].”
“Me too Carlos.” You whispered, “Me too.”
Once you shut the door, you slowly walked back to your brother, new tears streaming down as he whispered, “So that’s it.”
“Guess so.” You replied, “Wanna come to my house for ice cream, and we can watch whatever you want.”
“Have I ever mentioned you are my favorite sister?” He smiled, as you threw an arm over his shoulder and replied, “I’m your only sister.”
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When they got back together, Carlos and TK invited you over for dinner, your hands full with Mac and Cheese and biscuits as Carlos opened the door.
“Wow, I see why he loved this place.” You stated as Carlos took the food from you.
“No, he loved it for the giant bathroom upstairs, there’s enough space for all his hair products.
“Ahh, I forget sometimes he inherited that from my dad.” You smiled, “He’s up there doing his hair, isn’t he?”
“Yup.” He popped the p as you smiled and replied, “Good, cause I don’t want him to know I said this.”
You walked up beside him and whispered in his ear, “If I ever tell you something is a bad idea again for my brother, you better listen to me. Cause these past 4 months have been a nightmare and I am not doing this shit for a third time.”
“Yes ma’am.” He smiled as you took a step back, “Good, now what can I do to help.”
I have a tickliiiiiingggg scenario to ruminate on (18+)
So like. I have seen tons of posts from -lees talking about how much they loooooooooooooove can’t stand being tickled while high. How it amplifies the sensations and the anticipation (these are some of my favorite text posts btw, thanks y’all ❤️🔥)
But what about…a high -ler ??? Because literally, when I /partake/, some switch flips in my brain and I want to just. Tickle. Slowly. And methodically. ForEVER!!!! Like I have the patience of a saint, and I want to use it to pull apart someone bit by bit.
Imagine your -Ler is just…wordlessly enraptured by you. Absolutely visibly hot beneath the collar, feral to see you looking so deliciously ticklish and vulnerable. And they are determined to find all of your spots, every single last little one, and give them every little bit of love and worship and attention they deserve. Every. Last. One.
It could go on for sooooooo very long ~ because your -Ler cannot get enough of your breathless laughter, your weak, unconvincing pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears as they tickle and tickle and tickle, giggling when you do and utterly delighting in every ticklish~ squeal.
✉ Request: *BREAKS DOWN DOOR* yikes sorry didn’t mean to do that 😟 anyways I am literally on my knees for Yandere TK 😭😭 [Anon]
!!Warnings!!: Manipulation, Stalking, Obsession, etc.
+ TK would be a lot less psychotic than Peter, and a lot more methodical.
+ Your guard is down around them, you trust them, and they know this, but they really don't want to betray that bond that the two of you have.
+ TK's not as crazy as Peter, but they're definitely not as innocent when it comes to creepy stuff. They probably keep a box of all the items they've collected from you over the years while the two of you have been working together.
+ TK's definitely done their fair share of nightly check-ins just to make sure you're taking care of yourself.
+ They're not proud of the bad habits they hide from you, but they can't help it.
+ They see you as someone that's in need of protection and help, with how disorganized you tend to be, and they want to be the one to offer that sense of security to you.
+ They're slow in their planning, willing to wait, and work their way up the ranks to your heart.
+ TK would invite you into their home, under the guise of protection from your crazy stalker, but in reality, you walked away from one stalker, right into the arms of another.
+ "Y/N, stay as long as you need. I'll always be here for you, and it's not your fault you have some creep after you. Just make yourself at home."
+ They're pretty excited to have you in such a close proximity, but you won't be able to tell from their calm demeanor. Like I said, they're sneaky.
+ While you're staying with TK, they'll cook for you, and take care of you, until you start associating them with a feeling of comfort and safety.
+ I see them as they type to like physical touch, but always a bit cautious being the one to initiate it, for fear of pushing boundaries that you may not want to cross. So as a start, they'll casually brush against you, or bump into you. Anything they can pass off as an 'accident' in order to get some skin-to-skin contact with you.
+ If you don't react in a negative way, then the touches will become more frequent, and less accidental. They'll adjust your blanket, fix your shirt, or even wipe food off your face, and continue on like nothing happened.
+ Soon the little touches just become a norm.
+ When you decide that it might be a safe time to return home, it won't be. They'll make up a story, to keep you scared and locked in their home, where you belong.
+ You're always so eager, that sometimes you make decisions that aren't in your best interest, and that's where they come in.
+ They sat on the sidelines while you 'dated' Peter, when deep down they knew that he wasn't a good guy, and look how that turned out for you.
+ It's obvious that you can't help but make toxic decisions for yourself, so you need them there to help take care of you, so you can continue to be safe and happy.
You weren’t exactly sure why TK had a cowboy hat or, in all honesty, where he’d found it but by no means were you complaining.
warnings: smut, basically pwp
wc: 1.2k
You shut the door softly on your way in from work knowing full well that the chance of Travis being knocked out on your couch was through the roof; your apartment was just better for post-practice naps, according to him.
What you weren’t expecting, though, was to see Travis sprawled out in your--well, his, since he’s pretty much claimed it as his spot in your place--recliner with a cowboy hat perched directly on the top of his head. Why he had it, you had no idea. Better question was where he’d found it in the first place. You were almost sure you’d never seen it before in either of your closets and it wasn’t like the small boutique down the street sold hats like that.
“Teeks?” you called out as you set your belongings down on the table near the door.
“Yeah, baby?” he called back, barely even glancing back behind him in your direction before looking back down at his phone. You crossed the length of the apartment in a few steps so that you were situated in front of the recliner. Travis shut his phone off and set it faceup on the end table beside him before opening his arms and inviting you to lay with him. Obliging, you draped your legs across his lap where his fingers met your shins in a familiar pattern.
“What’s this about, then?” you asked, flicking the brim of the hat down so that it covered his eyes. He scoffed lightly, adjusting it again so that it sat right on his head.
“Found it,” he muttered, moving his hand up so that it rested fully on your hip instead.
“I’m gonna give that a hard, no, you didn’t,” you chuckled.
“I thought it suited me.”
“I never said it didn’t.”
“Well you know what they say…” he trailed off, squeezing your hip in punctuation.
“What?” you asked, if nothing more than to just amuse him.
“Save a horse,” he said. You shook your head in confusion, your eyebrows furrowed.
“What-”
“Ride a cowboy.” You responded with a scoff of your own before slapping his chest lightly. It wasn’t long before Travis was kicking the leg rest of the recliner in and scooping you up out of the chair entirely. You hoped to God he got a good hold of your thighs before he dropped you onto the hardwood flooring--it wouldn’t be the first time. Thankfully, though, your wish came true, not without a squeal from you, as he carried you the short distance from your living room to your bedroom.
His lips are on yours in a second and they stayed connected to yours the whole way, only parting once for a second so that he could kick your bedroom door open enough to account for the two of you. You could feel yourself growing wetter as he took your bottom lip between your teeth.
“Please,” you whimpered, not even knowing what exactly you were begging for at that moment. You just needed more.
“Please what, baby?” he asked as he lowered you onto the mattress, maneuvering you so that his half-hard cock was now pressed into your thigh. It was very obvious to you that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath the shorts he had on. The hat, miraculously still perched on top of his head, was also seconds away from landing on the hardwood of your floor.
“Just-” you mumbled. “Please.”
“You’re gonna have to use your words, sweetheart,” he said, fingers delicately tracing the hemline of your pants.
“Fuck me,” you whispered.
“Yes ma’am,” he said, fully dipping his fingers into the waistband of your bottoms and pulling your pants and panties down in one go. A soft gasp fell from your lips as the cold air hit your bare pussy. He took his time kissing up the skin of your legs, especially taking his time at your thighs, before continuing up the rest of your body, completely skipping over the part you needed him most. Instead, he pushed the fabric of your blouse up enough that it bunched up just under your bra, his mouth following the delicate cotton.
“Don’t you think you’re a little overdressed, cowboy,” you said after a few tantalizing moments of his tongue against your skin. He pulled back from you, glancing down at the Flyers sweatshirt and athletic short combination that in no way matched the hat he was currently sporting. In an instant, he had placed the felt hat on your own head and was tugging the grey sweatshirt over his head. He tugged the black shorts down his thighs, letting them pool around his ankles as his, now, fully hard dick slapped against his stomach at attention.
Your mouth watered at the sight of him.
He was back on you in a second, though, mouth hovering over your own.
“As much as I would love to eat you out right now, I’m dying to be inside you,” he groaned, helplessly grinding into your core. One of his hands moved between your bodies and slipped into your work pants. He swiped the pad of his fingers across your clothes clit with a groan. “Honey, you’re soaked.”
“Just for you,” you said. “All for you.”
“You are gonna be the death of me,” he said before completely capturing your lips with his own.
“Let me ride you,” you moaned against him, his mouth almost swallowing the sound. He shuddered at the thought, even though he’d been the one to suggest it not even ten minutes ago.
He flipped the two of you over, his hands splayed along the backsides of your thighs as you situated yourself on top of him. You grabbed his length and ran the tip of him through your slick. Travis groaned as he jerked his hips up into your touch. Before allowing yourself to fully push yourself down on him, you adjusted the felt hat on your head so that it wouldn’t fall off.
“Please, baby,” he sighed below you. Nodding, you sank down on him until you bottomed out. It didn’t matter how many times the two of you hooked up, he always felt amazing.
“I could live inside you forever,” he groaned.
“Fuck,” you hissed as you started moving slowly. It took everything in Travis’ power not to hold your hips still and pound up into you but he’d let you have this—for a while.
The coil was already building in the pit of your stomach. You knew it wouldn’t be long before it snapped and with the way Travis was starting to meet your thrusts, he wasn’t far behind.
“Baby-“
“I know,” you cooed, clenching your walls around him. “I know. Me too.”
“Fucking hell,” he moaned as his fingers dug bruises into your skin. His hips stuttered against yours, triggering your orgasm and his own shortly after. You stayed on top of him for a moment longer just treasuring the way he felt inside of you. You swore it was like he was made for you.
After rolling off of him and onto the cold sheets of your bed, you tossed the cowboy hat that started this whole thing onto the foot of the bed next to you. You still didn’t know where Travis found these things but you really weren’t complaining at this point.
“Thank you, cowboy gods,” Travis quipped from beside you before chuckling to himself. And there was the dork you fell in love with.
summary~ travis fucked up, but he is going to make it better.
genre~ angst to fluff
word count~ 2.4k
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Everyone knew of Travis and his playboy reputation. You especially knew. Everytime you were about to go exclusive with him, suddenly he was interested in someone else. As much as Nolan loved Travis; Nolan couldn’t let you live like that. Nolan could see how hurt you were, when Travis had his arms wrapped around another girl. He advised you to just let Travis go, but something in you wouldn’t let that happen. When you were finally able to forget about Travis and his compelling ways, he was at your door begging for another chance. You always ended up giving him another chance.
Want to go stargazing with me? Travis texted you at one am. You knew you should say no, but you couldn’t ever seem to say no.
Sure you texted back keeping it simple.
I’ll pick you up in 10 he had texted back after a minute.
ok
You jumped out of bed and changed from your pajamas to some leggings and a sweatshirt that probably belonged to Travis is a previous lifetime. Waiting patiently on your couch, you noticed his headlights turn into your driveway. Before he even had a chance to text you, you were out the door with your bag. You had brought a blanket, water bottle, and some snacks to share.
Good morning!” you chirped as you climbed into his truck. “Your coach is not going to like you being out at 1 am.”
“Hopefully, he never finds out. Are you going to tell him, Sweetheart?” Travis’ eye briefly met yours, before going back to the road.
“My lips are sealed.” you faked zipping up your lips by running your pinched fingers along your mouth. Travis just chuckled and grabbed your hand with the one that wasn’t on the steering wheel.
“What have you been up to?” Trvais asked when he finally found a place to park.
“Just the same old stuff.” you shook off the question. You got out the truck, and laid your blanket out in the bed of the truck. The fall air was cool, and the stars were shining bright. They looked like diamonds. Travis pulled you into him, as you both just stared at the sky.
“Everytime I see you, I’m blown away by your beauty.” Travis whispered into your ear, as he hugged you closer.
“I bet you are.” you dismissed him. Sinking into his body. It’s always like this, but you were going to savor the good moments.
“I really am.” Travis concluded and you decided not to answer. He sat up and jumped out of your makeshift bed. You looked up at him confused when he took your hands, and tried to pull you out as well.
“What the hell are you doing, Travis?” you asked, confused.
“Come dance with me.” he simply said, as if he did this all the time. In reality Travis never wanted to dance with you. He barely wanted to show he knew you in public. Nevertheless, you got out the truck and let him sway you under the stars. Travis was staring at you, but you just kept your head tucked on his shoulder. Suddenly he started kissing your neck and you knew what he wanted. He only called you to be his booty call. You should’ve known. Travis was now kissing up your jaw, and found your sweet spot making you gasp out.
“Wanna take this to the backseat?” Travis asked, looking into your eyes, and you nodded. You couldn’t say no to him. He was your kryptonite. He opened the door for you, and you climbed in. You started taking off your shirt for him, and he was taking off his jeans. You hadn’t worn a bra, and you saw the hunger grow in his eyes when he noticed. “You are gorgeous.” he mumbled out as he started kissing your breasts. His tongue was working on your left nipple, as his fingers were playing with your right nipple. You were a moaning mess. You saw him growing in his boxers, and you were ready for him. He knew your body was ready for him, but he wanted to play with you for a little while longer.
“Travis I want your dick.” you moaned out.
“Patience, Sweetheart.” Travis grumbled out, but moved to take off your leggings. He felt all the blood rush to his dick, when he saw you red thong. He pulled it off of you as fast as he could in the backseat of a truck. Then he got his boxers off, and rolled on the condom that was in his jean pocket. “You are so wet for me.” Travis stated the obvious as his finger found your pussy. You were bucking your hips into his finger wanting more friction. “I told you to be patient.” Travis reminded you as he pushed your hips back down.
“Please, Travis, give me more.” you whined out into the heavy air. Without warning, Travis slammed his penis into you. Stretching you in a way, no one else has. “Travis! Fuck!” you yelled out.
“You take my dick so well, Princess.” Travis praised you. “Do you like taking my dick?”
“Yes! Yes! I love taking your dick!” you were a hot mess, and he loved seeing you like this. Your hair was big and you were falling apart under him. Travis was slamming into you so hard you could feel the truck moving back and forth.
“Look how hot you are. Taking me so well.” Travis kept praising you as you were both getting sweaty.
“I’m going to cum.” you warned, and when Travis heard that his fingers went straight to your clit. He was pinching it and rolling it, getting you screaming even louder. You tightened around him, and he helped you through your orgaism. You were panting, but Travis was still chasing his high.
“I’m getting close. You are doing so well, Sweetheart.” Travis admitted, and you mustered enough strength to tighten around him. That did it for him, and he exploded into the condom. He pulled out of you, and tied off the condom throwing in an old grocery sack he used as a trash bag. “That was amazing.” He praised you one lat time.
“Yeah, it was.” you agreed with him. You promptly start getting dressed again. you didn’t know how much longer you could do this. You were Travis’ secret booty call. That was a tough pill for you to swallow. “Do you even want to be in a relationship with me?” you quietly asked, nervously.
“Oh come on,” Travis scoffed out, “Don’t ruin the moment.” you stated quiet for a couple minutes as Travis was still getting his head in order from the mind-boggling orgaism you gave him.
“Can you take me home?” you asked even quieter. He obviously only wanted sex from you, and you needed to get out of the car before you started crying.
“y/n, don’t do this.” Travis signed.
“Just take me home, Travis. Please.” you pleaded with him, and he huffed as he got himself dressed. You were packing up the back of the truck. He was in the driver's seat when you got back into the truck.
The car ride back to your house was awkward. The radio was the only thing to be heard. When you got home you broke down. How could you be so foolish to think he wanted something from you? You ended up crying yourself to sleep, and slept most of the next day away. You didn’t even bother to try and catch the game on TV, but knew they won when Nolan texted you asking for you to come out with the team. You didn’t want to see Travis, but you wanted to find someone else to fill the void he left.
You got into your best outfit, and did your hair and makeup. You tried telling yourself that you weren’t doing this for Travis, but even you didn’t quite believe it. Nolan picked you up, on his way to the bar.
“How are you?” Nolan asked as soon as you got into the car.
“I’m doing fine.” you stated, but Nolan gave you a look. He didn’t even believe you. “I’m fine, Nolan.” you said again with more force in your voice, and Nolan let the conversion go.
“Travis had been a wreck. Showing up to practice late and tired, almost got himself scratched.” Nolan quietly said.
“I don’t care.” you lied. You really did care about Travis. That's why you had put up with his fuckboy attitude for as long as you did.
“You do.” Nolan stated the obvious, “Travis is just scared of commitment. He really does love you. He’s just worried about fucking it up.”
“He fucked it up, even if he didn’t mean to.” you stated. “But tonight I am going to be leaving with someone that isn’t Travis.”
You and Nolan had made it to the bar, where the rest of the guys were. You went straight to the bar, before even looking at them. When your eyes found Travis, you were surprised to find his arms empty. He wasn’t flirting with anyone, which was weird for him. He shyly waved to you, and you turned back to the bar not wanting to talk to him. He got the hint and left you alone for most of the night.
The air was too stuffy, and you needed a break from everything. You were leaning against the outside wall. “Hey, you okay?” when you turned your head to the side and found Carter Hart, the rookie goaltender.
“I think so.” you mumbled out.
“Bars not your thing?” Carter asked, and you scoffed out a laugh.
“You could say that,” you replied, “It’s proving to be increasingly difficult to avoid someone.”
“So your hiding?” Carter clarified.
“I guess I am.” you concluded, and just then Travis walked out the door, with no girl in his arms. “Fuck. Speaking of the devil.” you mumbled.
“Oh shit. You’re Konecny’s girl?” Carter asked.
“I am not Konecny’s girl.” you clarified. You saw the hurt that flashed in Travis’ eyes, but decided he was worthy of feeling that pain.
“Can I talk to you, y/n?” Travis asked, “Alone.” Travis waved off Carter. Carter left with no problem, and you cursed under your breath.
“What do you want, Konecny?” you sharply asked him.
“I want to ask for your forgiveness. I fucked up. Really badly. I was leading you on, and that was unfair of me. I truly do love you. I’m just not that good at showing it.” Travis pleaded with you. You glared up at him, but you saw the sadness in his eyes, and knew he was telling the truth.
“You really hurt me.” you confessed with tears in your eyes.
“I know. Please let me make it up to you.” Travis' eyes were also glossy. You just nodded, and his face exploded into a smile. “y/n l/n will you please go on a date with me?” Travis asked you.
“Travis Konecny, I would love to go on a date with you.” you smiled, when his smile got even bigger, which you didn’t even know was possible. With the light music coming from the bar, Travis dragged you off the wall and swayed with you under the stars. Just like he did a couple days ago, but this time it was in public. Travis leaned down to kiss you, and the kiss was sweet. He barely tasted like alcohol, which made you more confident. You now knew for sure that was him talking, not the alcohol. When he pulled back, he just let your forehead rest on each other.
Travis picked you up the next Friday night for your date. He was dressed up in a suit you’ve never seen him wear, making you think he went out and bought it. You had on a red dress, and did your hair and makeup. You felt beautiful and confident. Travis knocked on your front door, and led you to his truck. Then he opened the door for you helping you up into it. Everything was going great. He even let you play your music from the aux cord.
The restaurant he took you to was nothing less than fancy. There was chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and there were candles on the table. Everything was so romantic. You insisted on paying for your meal, but Travis was having none of that. He insisted that it would just be ungentlemanlike to let you pay, and you rolled your eyes.
After dinner, Travis asked if he could blind fold you. You were skeptical, but trusted him. He was driving through winding paths, and after what felt like ten minutes, Travis stopped the truck. He killed the engine, and opened your door for you. When he had you take off the blindfold, he had his arm wrapped around your waist. “This is where I go to just get away from everything.” he explained. Travis had taken you to his hiding spot. The spot was up on a hill, and overlooked Philly. All the lights were shining. When you looked over at Travis you found him already looking at you.
“It's beautiful.” you mumbled.
“Yeah it is.” He agreed but didn’t even look away from you. You stood on your tiptoes, and he leaned down to let your lips meet in a kiss. After the kiss, Travis got a blanket that was in his backseat, and laid it out on the ground. He sat down and you followed suit. He held you as he told you stories about his family and hockey teammates. Travis was letting you in, and you couldn’t be happier.
“I love you, Travis Konecny.” you interrupted his story, about something Nolan had done on their most recent road trip.
“I love you too, y/n l/n.” Travis said back. Leaning down to kiss you again. “Will you be my girlfriend?”
“Yes.” you said. As you laid under the stars, you couldn’t help but fall even more in love with Travis Konecny, and he couldn’t help but fall more in love with you.
I might have to do the rest tomorrow, babes. I’m starting to come down from the Winterhawks game win high and I’m falling asleep. I’ll do like two more tiny ones.
While I sleep, you’re more than welcome to toss me more concepts.
We like playing the game so lets do it.
I’ve added Teeks to the playlist. Drop some asks for the little country bumpkin. if the mood strikes you.
