Vienna

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I LOVE GABE! he’s so cute i can’t even describe how much I love the look of him, if you’re taking requests for him could you please do like a FWB one where Gabe is hooking up with like Ryan’s little sister or something and when people find out it’s gets kind of messy?

Off-Limits

You knew it was a bad idea from the start.

Gabe Perreault had been your brother Ryan’s teammate and best friend for years. You’d grown up around the hockey world, always the annoying little sister tagging along. But somewhere along the way, the way Gabe looked at you changed. Those stolen glances turned into late-night texts, which turned into him sneaking into your room after parties, hands and mouth everywhere.

Friends with benefits. That’s what you called it.

No strings. No feelings. Just really, really good sex.

At least that’s what you told yourselves.

It started innocent enough — a hookup after a big win. Gabe showed up at your door flushed from adrenaline, still buzzing, and you ended up against the wall with your legs wrapped around him. From then on it became a regular thing. Quickies in his car, slow nights at your place when Ryan was out of town, stolen moments in hotel rooms when you visited.

Gabe was addictive. Sweet in public, filthy in private. He’d text you “miss your mouth” at 2 a.m. and show up twenty minutes later. He’d hold you after, tracing patterns on your back and calling you “pretty girl” in that soft voice that made your stomach flip.

But you both knew the rule: Ryan could never find out.

Until he did.

It happened at a team party.

You and Gabe had slipped away to one of the upstairs bedrooms, too worked up to wait. He had you bent over the bed, skirt pushed up around your waist, fucking you deep and slow while covering your mouth to keep you quiet.

You didn’t hear the door open.

“What the fuck?”

Ryan’s voice cut through the room like ice.

Gabe froze inside you. You felt him curse under his breath as he quickly pulled out and fixed your skirt. Ryan stood in the doorway, eyes wide with betrayal and anger.

“It’s not—” Gabe started.

“Don’t,” Ryan snapped. “My little sister? Are you fucking kidding me, Gabe?”

The fight that followed was brutal. Ryan felt betrayed by both of you. Gabe tried to explain it wasn’t just sex, but Ryan didn’t want to hear it. You were caught in the middle, tears stinging your eyes as your brother looked at you like he didn’t even know you.

Word spread fast after that. The team found out. Teammates started picking sides. The group chat went dead silent. Gabe got pulled into a meeting with the coaching staff because “team chemistry” was now compromised.

For two weeks, everything was messy.

Gabe was texting you constantly, wanting to talk. Ryan wasn’t speaking to either of you. You felt guilty and heartbroken and angry all at once.

Then one night Gabe showed up at your door anyway.

He looked exhausted, hair messy, eyes tired. The second you opened the door he pulled you into a hug so tight it hurt.

“I don’t care what Ryan says,” he said against your hair. “I’m not giving this up. Not giving you up.”

You cried into his chest. “It’s a disaster, Gabe.”

“I know.” He pulled back, cupping your face. “But I’m tired of pretending I don’t have feelings for you. This stopped being just hooking up a long time ago for me.”

Your heart stuttered.

“I’m in love with you,” he said quietly. “Have been for months. I don’t want to sneak around anymore.”

The kiss that followed was desperate and messy with tears. Clothes came off in a trail to your bedroom. This time it wasn’t just sex — it was slow and intense, Gabe looking into your eyes the whole time, whispering how much he loved you as he moved inside you.

Afterwards, tangled together in your sheets, he held you close.

“We’ll figure the rest out,” he murmured, kissing your forehead. “Ryan will come around eventually. But I’m not losing you.”

You believed him.

It was messy. It was complicated. Your brother was furious and the team was awkward.

But lying there in Gabe’s arms, feeling loved and wanted… it felt worth it.

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Hi! Can you write a Will and Fraser threesome?

Between Us

The tension had been building for weeks — stolen looks across the apartment, lingering touches in the kitchen, late-night conversations that always danced a little too close to dangerous. Tonight, it finally broke.

You were waiting exactly as they asked: on your knees in the living room wearing nothing but a tiny black lace set — a sheer bra that did almost nothing to hide your nipples, a matching thong, and thigh-high stockings. The second the door opened, Will and Fraser stopped in their tracks.

“Fuck,” Will breathed, eyes raking over you slowly. “Look at our girl.”

Fraser’s gaze was darker, hungrier. “So obedient. Already wet for us, aren’t you?”

They didn’t waste time closing the distance.

Will pulled you to your feet first, crashing his mouth against yours in a deep, possessive kiss. Fraser pressed in from behind, hands sliding around to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over your hardening nipples through the lace. You moaned into Will’s mouth as Fraser ground his hard cock against your ass.

They stripped you slowly, savoring every inch. Will dropped to his knees, threw one of your legs over his shoulder, and licked a long, slow stripe up your soaked pussy. His tongue circled your clit while two thick fingers pushed inside you, curling just right. Fraser held you steady from behind, kissing and biting your neck, whispering filthy praise in your ear.

“That’s it, baby. Let Will taste how much you need us.”

Your legs were shaking by the time they carried you to the bedroom.

Fraser laid down first, pulling you on top of him. He guided his thick cock into your pussy, stretching you open with a low groan. “So fucking tight… been dreaming about this.”

Will moved behind you, slicking himself generously before pressing the head of his cock against your ass. “You ready to take both of us?”

“Yes—please, I want it,” you gasped.

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until you were completely full. The overwhelming stretch made you cry out, nails digging into Fraser’s chest. Both of them stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust, murmuring soft praises.

“So good for us.”

“Taking two cocks like you were made for it.”

Then they started moving.

Fraser thrust up into your pussy while Will fucked your ass in deep, steady strokes. The rhythm was perfect — one pushing in while the other pulled back — hitting every sensitive spot until you were moaning loudly, lost in the pleasure. Will reached around and rubbed tight circles on your clit, pushing you closer and closer.

You came hard the first time, clenching around both of them, body shaking as the orgasm crashed through you. They didn’t stop. They kept fucking you through it, drawing it out until you were whimpering.

They switched positions after that — Fraser taking your ass while Will fucked your pussy, then had you ride Fraser while sucking Will’s cock. They used every hole, praising you constantly, hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks.

“Such a perfect little slut for us.”

“Look at you, taking everything we give you.”

By the third round you were a wrecked, blissed-out mess. They finally let themselves go — Fraser coming deep in your pussy with a groan, Will pulling out to paint your tits and stomach. You collapsed between them, covered in sweat and cum, breathing hard.

Will kissed your forehead softly. Fraser stroked your hair, both of them holding you close.

“You okay, baby?” Will asked, voice gentle now.

“More than okay,” you whispered, smiling.

Fraser chuckled. “Good. Because we’re nowhere near done with you tonight.”

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I’m building furniture

Show me

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I’m dehydrated

Let me go through your fridge pls

It’s locked

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thank you rei <3

my six (more or less) recent faceless photos

it’s so hard trying not to doxx where I go to school😭

no pressure tags!: @crazy4voter @frasybear @pachooeypuck

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Thank you pookieee 🫰🏻🫰🏻

My six pics 🤗

No pressure tags: @xobiggs @viennajoell (you two better do it) @moonssyrup @casssssssi

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Tagged by my Soph and kay💗😘

No pressure tags 🤗 @xobiggs @ruinix @oscmints @patosduck

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I wish I spoke Spanish

That would be so cool if you did

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I’d fight all three Hugh’s brothers on sight

Por Que

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I don’t think you guys realize how much fomo I have from Morgan Wallen walking out with the Hughes brothers

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can i request a part two to “caught in the open”. maybe a day where they ask her to “be ready for them” and she’s all dolled up with lingerie and they use her. (maybe some double penetration)

Caught in the Open – Part Two

The text came through the group chat at 5:12 PM.

Mack: Apartment’s ours tonight. Be ready for us at 8. Wear something we’ll like.

Will: And don’t touch yourself before we get home. That pussy stays needy until we say so.

You spent the next few hours turning yourself into their favorite fantasy.

Black lace lingerie — a sheer babydoll that tied between your breasts, the matching thong barely covering anything. You left your hair down, put on the perfume they loved, and waited on your knees in the middle of the living room like a good little roommate.

At 8:03 the door opened.

Both of them stopped dead in the doorway.

“Jesus Christ,” Will muttered, eyes raking over you.

Mack’s jaw flexed. “Look at our pretty little toy… all dolled up and waiting to be used.”

They were on you in seconds.

Will hauled you up and kissed you hard, tongue claiming your mouth while Mack pressed in from behind, hands sliding under the babydoll to grope your tits. They walked you backward toward the couch, stripping off their shirts as they went.

“On your knees,” Mack ordered.

You dropped instantly. They pulled their cocks out, hard and leaking already. You took turns sucking them — Will’s thick length stretching your throat while Mack fucked your mouth in shallow thrusts, praising you the whole time.

“Such a good slut for your roommates.”

They bent you over the back of the couch first. Will fucked your pussy in deep, punishing strokes while Mack fed you his cock. Then they switched. Over and over until your legs were shaking and you were dripping down your thighs.

“Bedroom,” Will growled.

They carried you there.

Mack laid down and pulled you on top, sinking you onto his cock with a groan. Will moved behind you, slicking himself up with your wetness before pressing against your already full hole.

“You ready to take both of us, baby?” he asked, voice rough.

“Yes—please, I want it—”

Will pushed in slowly, stretching you open around both thick cocks. The feeling was overwhelming. You cried out, nails digging into Mack’s chest as they started moving — one thrusting in while the other pulled back, perfectly coordinated like they’d been planning this all day.

“Fuck, she’s so tight,” Mack groaned beneath you.

They fucked you senseless. The double penetration had you seeing stars, moaning their names like a broken record. Will reached around and rubbed your clit until you shattered — coming so hard you nearly blacked out, clenching around both of them.

That sent them over the edge.

Mack came first, spilling deep inside you with a low curse. Will followed right after, burying himself to the hilt and filling you up.

They weren’t done.

The night turned into rounds of them using you in every position — Mack fucking your ass while Will used your pussy, making you ride them, spit-roasting you on the bed, covering your tits and stomach in cum. You lost count of how many times you came, voice hoarse from screaming their names.

By the end you were a limp, blissed-out mess between them, covered in their marks and their spend.

Will kissed your forehead softly while Mack stroked your hair.

“Our perfect little roommate,” Mack murmured. “Took us so well.”

You smiled sleepily, safe and satisfied in their arms.

“Anytime you want me ready… just text me.”

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What time is your bday party

Richard told me to pull up

It’s rn hurry up soup

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Happy birthday

This is liek the 8th one you’ve sent

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Let’s all celebrate ur birthday by mailing you a strand of hair

Yes imma make myself a wig

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Happy birthday

ENOUGH

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Happy 73rd birthday

I hope the elderly facilities are treating you well

Oh please 🙄

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could you write gavin mckenna surprising his girlfriend with a puppy that he bought with his first nhl paycheck? tyyy

First Paycheck

Gavin had been acting weird all day.

He kept checking his phone, glancing at the door, and smiling at you like he was hiding the best secret in the world. You were curled up on the couch in his new Toronto apartment, wearing one of his Maple Leafs hoodies, when he finally stood up and offered you his hand.

“Come with me. I have something to show you.”

You raised an eyebrow but let him pull you toward the bedroom. He stopped right outside the closed door, looking adorably nervous.

“Close your eyes.”

“Gavin…”

“Please?” He gave you that crooked smile that always made your heart flip. “It’ll be worth it. Promise.”

You sighed dramatically but closed your eyes. You heard the door open, then the sound of his soft laugh and… something else. A tiny whimper? The click of little nails on the hardwood?

“Okay. Open them.”

You did.

Sitting in the middle of the bedroom floor was the cutest golden retriever puppy you’d ever seen — fluffy, golden, with big brown eyes and a little blue bow around its neck. It looked up at you, tail wagging so hard its whole body shook.

Your hands flew to your mouth. “Gavin… oh my god.”

He scooped the puppy up gently and placed it in your arms. The little guy immediately started licking your chin, making happy squeaky noises.

“I used part of my first NHL paycheck,” he said quietly, watching your reaction with soft eyes. “I know we’ve talked about getting a dog one day, and… I don’t know, I saw him and thought he’d be perfect for us. For our home.”

Tears blurred your vision as you hugged the warm, wiggly puppy to your chest. “He’s ours?”

“All ours, baby.” Gavin stepped closer, wrapping his arms around both of you. “He’s already crate trained and everything. I picked him up this morning while you were at work.”

You looked up at him, smiling through happy tears. “You’re ridiculous. This is the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

He leaned down and kissed you, slow and gentle, while the puppy tried to lick both your faces at the same time. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours.

“I just wanted to give you something that shows how much I love you. And how excited I am to build a life here with you.”

You kissed him again, then pressed your face into the puppy’s soft fur. “What should we name him?”

Gavin grinned. “I was thinking Yukon. So he always reminds us where we started.”

“Yukon,” you whispered, and the puppy yipped like he already approved. “I love it. I love you.”

Gavin’s arms tightened around you both. “Love you more. Welcome to the family, little guy.”

Later that night, the three of you were cuddled on the couch — Yukon fast asleep on your lap while Gavin played with your fingers, the city lights of Toronto sparkling outside the window.

Best first paycheck ever.