What can I say about @peoplediedrobert / @bisexualalienblast that would ever do her justice? I feel like I’ve known her forever, one of my best friends and favourite humans. My petty partner. My wife.
She takes the time to interact with everyone and anyone in fandom that reaches out to her. She’s giving and kind (though she’d never admit it). She is hilarious and intelligent. She has helped me become a better version of myself for which I am eternally grateful.
On top of it all she’s a kickass wife, a loving mom to her adorable babies and she works so hard everyday. No seriously y’all, you have no idea. She works SO HARD. She’s never had anything handed to her and she never lets that keep her down. She is strong, vibrant and the kind of woman we hope all our daughters become.
I can’t wait for more adventures with her and @illgetmerope. I look forward to old age as we sit in rockers on a front porch, drinking and talking trash. I don’t ever want to not have her light in my life.
Happy 29th Birthday Amanda.
I love you. Absolutely. Just the way you are.
My offering to you in celebration is probably the most niche thing I will ever write. I hope you enjoy it.
His Cowboy - A Michael Guerin/Tyler Seguin PWP
He was sure he wasn’t as drunk as he felt, but the moment Michael’s lips touched his, tongue hot and scalding in his mouth, Tyler suddenly felt dizzy. And hard, the painful kind that made him whimper when Michael pressed him against the door. He knocked the ridiculously hot cowboy hat off Michael’s head without thinking and grabbed a fistful of curls to anchor himself. It was that or just slide to the floor in a melted heap. He chased those lips when they pulled away, annoyed that his body still required oxygen when his dick had other ideas.
“You don’t want the hat to stay on?” It was a growl in Tyler’s ear, and this time the whimper did escape. For a second Tyler wondered if Michael was even real, because hook ups could be hot but they were never this good. Must be something about the New Mexico sun.
When he walked into the small out-of-the-way place, sex with a stranger had been the last thing on his mind. He was travel-weary and annoyed at the thought of another night in a hotel bed. He missed his dog and his own sheets. He changed his mind as soon as he noticed the cowboy leaning against the bar like a wet dream, playing with the neck of his beer bottle as he surveyed the room.
Tyler would have to be blind not to notice that he was attractive but given the kind of place they were in he didn’t expect to be able to do anything other than look. That was until those eyes locked with his for just a second, then darted quickly to Tyler’s lips before glancing away.
It was enough for him to make his way over, after a beer or two to get up the nerve, and slide onto the stool next to him. Tyler wanted to know his name, he wanted to know what his voice sounded like.
Tyler took in the handsome profile before he finally whispered, “Howdy.”
Those eyes turned to him, they were dark but the smirk on those lips told him he’d made the right decision.
“I’m Tyler.”
He felt like a school kid instead of an All Star NHL player, especially when the cowboy ignored the hand Tyler offered for a shake and turned to look out at the half-filled bar. There was a god-awful song playing and somewhere a woman was cackling in a high pitched voice. For a brief moment he thought he was getting the brush off until he heard “Michael” before the cowboy finished the last of his beer in one long sip.
He debated his next move. Dropping his sports celebrity status wouldn’t work with this one, that much was clear. He resisted the urge to flex his arm muscles, especially when Michael seemed to be admiring his tattoos. He decided to go for a corny pickup line, see if he could make the cowboy laugh when he was surprised once again.
Michael had a sinful voice, made even more so when he leveled Tyler with a heated look and simply said, “So, your place or mine?”
Tyler’s hotel was around the corner and he sort of stuttered the words out and getting to his feet. He didn’t look to see if Michael followed him, he knew he would, hoped he would.
They were silent on the short walk, air thick in the elevator, and he started to wonder if this was a good idea as he slid his keycard into the lock. Michael was tempting but Tyler had never been one for the silent type before. All thoughts of calling it off vanished as soon as the door opened and Michael shoved him up against the wall, Tyler unable to do anything but open his mouth to the assault and give in.
Michael was full of surprises, but so was Tyler, and he needed to get both of his heads in the game as it were. A sharp press of teeth to his earlobe had him grabbing for Michael’s belt, using the buckle as an anchor as he pushed them the few feet to the bed. He pulled his cowboy in for another kiss as he toed out of his shoes, less coordinated than he’d like to be.
He was keyed up, rough hands sliding under his shirt, blunt fingernails against his abs. If the groan Michael poured into the kiss was anything to go by, he liked what he found.
It emboldened Tyler, suddenly desperate to prove something, even though he wasn’t entirely sure what. Michael bit Tyler’s lip hard as he pulled away, his shirt up and off before he could blink.
Michael’s mouth was scalding on his chest, teeth grazing, tongue leaving a trail of heat that had Tyler clenching his hands into Michael’s shirt. He shoved at the fabric, needing to feel the skin beneath. He wanted to know if Michael’s body was as fascinating as he'd imagined it had to be. No one was that confidant without the goods to back it up.
Finally he changed tactics, nudging Michael until he was sitting on the bed, lips wet and eyes heavy. He still had that smirk on his face and Tyler decided right then and there what his mission for the night was.
To wipe that smug look right off.
“Shirt.” Tyler made it a command, not a request. Michael seemed like he would argue for a minute until Tyler dropped to his knees before him. He made quick work of the belt, let his fingers dip just a little, brush against soft skin and hair. He looked up to see Michael’s head thrown back, his hands grasping into the thick duvet.
Tyler decided to be a little cruel, nuzzling his nose into the straining zipper and letting the thrill of Michael’s low groan send shivers up his spine. He continued the slow trace, his hands making quick work of removing the cowboy’s boots. When that was finished he slid his hands up Michael’s thighs and squeezed his fingers as he went.
Rough hands grabbed his face, pulled him up into a bruising kiss. He lost himself to it, Michael sucking on his tongue, dragging them both until they were flat on the bed.
The cowboy was a warm weight beneath him, hands already snaking up his back, curling in. Tyler let Michael lead at first, tempted to let himself fall into that mouth over and over again. Until their hips met in a perfect rhythm and he realized this could all be over before it began if he wasn’t careful.
He pulled back, waited until Michael opened his eyes. They were beautiful, brown and rich, and eager. They smiled at each other for a second, a sincere moment as hot hands ran teasingly up and down Tyler’s arms that braced him above.
He dipped his head to kiss at the underside of Michael’s chin, teasing and soft. Let his mouth explore against dark stubble. Michael stretched himself out below him, offered himself up for Tyler to take.
The dip at the base of Michael’s throat, the curve of his chest and the hard planes of his stomach, Tyler couldn’t get enough of it, or the sounds his cowboy made. Desperate and primal but without words, or at least not coherent enough for him to make out.
Tyler just wanted his mouth one place and finally it was before him. He looked up again, and this time Michael’s eyes never left his. Not when Tyler unzipped the annoying jeans, not when his hand moved aside the offending underwear, not until he finally got to look his fill.
It had been a long while since he’d done this, and suddenly he was eager. He didn’t bother to tease, just licked the salty tip before taking that beautiful dick into his mouth. It was the perfect weight on his tongue, he moaned around it when Michael’s hand dug into his hair and pulled gently.
He lost himself to it, enjoying the sounds he pulled from his cowboy when he swirled around the head, the way he had to hold Michael’s hips down with his arm and stop him from chasing his pleasure to quickly.
“Christ, don’t you dare st...”
At those broken words Tyler gave one last stroke of his tongue before releasing Michael from his mouth. He grabbed at the denim, pulled it down and off Michael’s legs before crawling back up and demanding another kiss.
Michael was grumbling into his mouth, hands needy and digging painfully into Tyler’s ass. He just kept kissing him, wet and open and dirty. He debated staying like that a long while until hot hands slid into the front of his jeans.
He hissed, had to bury his face into Michael’s neck as a calloused hand wrapped around him. He bucked into it wantonly, desperately, gasping with every twist over the head, precum slicking them both.
“You better have stuff.” Michael gave a squeeze with his words, making sparks flash behind Tyler’s closed eyes.
“Yeah, yeah...drawer.”
He was unceremoniously bucked off, flat on his back he wiggled out of his jeans and kicked them off just as a condom landed on his chest. He glanced at Michael who was already dribbling lube onto his fingers. He caught Tyler watching him, that smirk back on his face. It stayed there, and Tyler could have sworn there was a twinkle in the man’s eyes as he flung his leg over and straddled Tyler in a somehow graceful move.
It lined their cocks up perfectly, Michael rocking his hips as he leaned back, fingers dipping in behind. All Tyler could do was grip at Michael’s thighs and hold on.
“Are you sure?” Tyler grunted it out of clenched teeth. He wanted to, fuck did he want to, but he wasn’t about to assume.
Michael let out a gasp above him, working backwards on his own fingers. The pleasure on his face a moment Tyler wanted to imprint in his memory, bottle it up for long road trips as he slept in another hotel bed. Wanted to imagine his cowboy and how he rode.
“You complaining?” Michael’s words were breathy, but he still locked eyes with Tyler, cocked an eyebrow.
“Fuck no.”
The bastard actually winked at him, slapping his free hand on Tyler’s chest where the condom lay. He hated how his fingers fumbled to grasp it, his hips still bucking up, his dick chasing every move Michael made.
“Come on, fuck just…” Michael’s words were lost as he let out a shudder, he fingers digging into Tyler’s inked skin.
He didn’t know how he got the condom on honestly, but then in a flash Michael was up and sinking down. Tight heat squeezing the life out of both of them.
Tyler froze, waited until Michael let out a calming breath and leaned down to lick across Tyler’s lips. Then he opened those brown eyes and whispered words Tyler knew he would remember for the rest of his life.
“Time to ride.”
It was an assault on his senses. Michael rose and Tyler held on. It was like chasing a high when you were already drugged. Finally he had to grasp at the headboard, stretch his chin to the ceiling and swear to the sky. He was rewarded with hands on his thighs, a new angle that had him seeing stars.
Tyler bent his legs, got leverage to meet thrust for thrust. He was close, he could taste it and he needed his cowboy right there with him. He pushed himself up, pulled their lips together as he wrapped his fingers around Michael to get him there.
It was fast and there was sweat running into his eyes but he couldn’t look away. Michael was gorgeous, panting into the space between them, chasing the end just as much as Tyler was.
Then it happened, a mess in his fingers and Michael wrapped around him so tight he could do nothing else but fall.
When he came back to himself his muscles ached, in that delicious way that came after a winning game. Where he could either sleep for a year or dance all night. But first he had to relearn to breathe.
Michael was flopped beside him, arm over his eyes and a gorgeous sheen of sweat drying on his sun kissed skin. Tyler had enough thought to tie off the used condom and grab a hand towel he’d stashed in the bedside table for such a purpose. He tossed it on Michael’s chest and closed his eyes.
When he opened them again he was laying on his side, half covered in a blanket and the cowboy’s form silently redressing in soft lamp light. Tyler’s dick started to harden again, but he could tell Michael was probably a one and done kind of man.
As if he could read Tyler’s thoughts Michael looked his way and offered him what seemed to be an apologetic smile.
“Sorry I fell asleep.” He might have been worn out but he didn’t want to be rude. Michael had just fucked his brains out, he deserved some consideration.
The cowboy just shook his head as he ran his fingers through his hair and perched his hat back on his curls.
“Don’t worry about it. I take it as a compliment.”
Tyler smiled, surprised when Michael leaned over him and placed a soft kiss to his lips. Then he pulled back, walking backwards towards the door and leaving Tyler’s life with nothing but some damn good memories.
“Well, I have a new appreciation for cowboys.” Tyler leaned his head on his hand, tried to look memorable. Hoped Michael would think of him now and then.
His cowboy just tipped his hat, shot Tyler a wink and grabbed the doorknob. He stopped for a second and turned back around.
“And I just might start watching hockey.” With his trademark smirk he was out the door and gone. Tyler could only blink as the door shut, and then he dropped his head to his pillow and laughed.
