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Oscars night (Quinn Hughes x Reader)

hey gang how are we doing on this lovely Wednesday evening? anyways this is my first fic in like forever and it was kind of rushed so don't hate me I just wanted to write something.

summary: fluff, the reader is an actress going to the oscars for the first time with her childhood crush friend Quinn Hughes where there are several tension filled moments between the two until if finally cracks. the reader has a very strong friendship with the Hughes family with Luke looking at her as an older sister

warnings!! cursing, suggestive (???), marijuana, lil bit of angst (maybe), jealousy, mentions of alcohol, kissing, and lmk if I missed any but it's basically just fluffy as hell. I didn't fully proofread and it's lowk rushed but enjoy!!

wc: 4.2k

It was your first awards season with Quinn by your side. The two of you had been friends since you were kids, with you being the same age as Jack. You’ve always just been best friends, but the past couple of months things have shifted and the tension has been stronger than ever. You’re unsure if you're delusional or if he also noticed the way your hands lingered close when he handed you something. The two of you were staying in a hotel room near downtown Los Angeles for the Oscars. You were nominated for best supporting actress, and the film you appeared in was nominated for best picture. Your agent set up the hotel room and when she scheduled the room, she assumed you’d be sharing with your now ex boyfriend. While you and Quinn shared the room, there were two separate beds which disappointed you a bit, but you couldn’t voice it. You stayed in the bathroom getting ready for the night. Your agent wanted to have a hair and makeup team come to get you gussied up, but you insisted that the only person who could make you look the way you wanted, was you. You went for a more laid back look with less bold eye makeup, a blowout, and a floor length green gown with spaghetti straps. You put the final touches on your makeup look and slipped on your dress. The problem was, you couldn’t zip the dress up all the way unless you were trying to dislocate your shoulder. You thought about possibly asking one of your friends to do it when you got there, but the thought of showing up to the Oscars in an unzipped dress was mortifying. You decided to suck up your fears of intimacy with Quinn, and slowly opened the door. Quinn couldn’t hear the door open with the soft sounds of Mac Demarco playing from your bluetooth speaker. He was standing in the mirror fiddling with his tie trying to get it on the right way. You stood in the doorway for a moment just admiring how he looked in his prada suit. His hair hung messily parted in the middle just the way you liked it. You had to beg him to let you do it since he normally opted for the beanie + suit combo. You stared at him as he began to get frustrated. Huffing and puffing as he moved the tie around his neck trying to center it perfectly. You let out a silent laugh with a small smile and walked over towards him. 

“Here let me do it.” You grabbed his shoulders with both hands and moved his body to face you. Quinn was speechless as you untied his tie and began doing it your way. Your eyes were focused on the tie around his neck, but his were centered on you in your stunning gown looking beautiful as ever. He had seen you several times in various different articles of clothing including his own, but never like this. He had never seen you so glamorized before, at least never in person. You fit into it so naturally, and he had to remind himself that you were dressed for your world and not his. He had gotten so used to seeing you in the box wearing his jersey with a pair of leggings, and completely forgot what you looked like doing the things that you loved. The nerves of the night came over him like a wave. Worried that he wouldn’t do the right thing or that he might embarrass you, but nothing beat his thought of wanting to see that green gown on his bedroom floor.

“You look beautiful.” He said in his trance-like state which caused you to look up from where your hands were on his tie. Never in his life had Quinn looked at you like this, or even spoken to you like this.

“I-uh…thank you.” You gave him a small closed mouthed smile to which he returned back. You turned your attention back to his tie trying to cover up the red tint that had washed over your face. “You look very handsome.” You could feel his breath on your forehead as he smiled. His face was now painted with the same red tint as yours. “Lucky to have a guy like you as my date.” You finished with his tie and turned around signaling him to zip up your dress. He very gently moved your hair out of the way and began to zip up the dress. His knuckles subtly touching your bare back as he made his way up, which sent shivers down your spine. When the dress was fully secured he grabbed both of your arms and turned you to where you were both facing the mirror. He placed his head on your shoulder admiring the stunning sight in the mirror. He was taking mental pictures in his head and in this moment he declared that this was his favorite spot. Being so close to you knowing that his lips were close enough to leave soft and rough kisses trailed down your neck. The way he could hear your faint breathing against the top of his head and it made him wonder if your heart was racing just as much as his.

“The only lucky person in this room is me.” He planted a soft kiss on your jawline and walked to the other side of the room to retrieve his phone. You, on the other hand, were left standing in the mirror, but that red tint covering your face had become significantly more saturated. 

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When the two of you arrived at the red carpet before the show, cameras flashed at full speed as people were shouting incoherent things at you. Quinn had dealt with cameras at awards shows several times, but nothing as intense as this. He had to remind himself that you were also a star and being an actress came with more publicity issues than being a hockey player. He was nervous. Not visibly nervous enough for everyone to notice, but enough to where you noticed. You felt bad for bringing him to this crazy event, but you knew that things would calm down eventually. Absent-mindedly, Quinn placed his hand on your hip pulling you close. He felt the need to protect you from the flashing cameras, and he didn’t love the photographers yelling at you to pose in a different way. There was one photo that stood out prominently that you knew would be the talk of the internet. You were wearing a small closed-mouthed smile leaning your head towards Quinn, while he had a stare that could kill as his hand held and strong grip on your waist. This was abnormal for him, as he was always smiling during award show pictures. As you moved down the carpet, Quinn’s hand moved from your waist to the small of your back, making sure that his presence was known behind you. You grabbed his free hand with yours, pulling him to where he was next to you as you whispered in his ear.

“You okay?” You asked as he looked directly into your eyes

“Yeah. I’m fine, just not used to all this.” He let out a slight laugh along with a smile that brought your nerves down significantly. You decided to intertwine your fingers with his and you both moved down to an interviewer from entertainment tonight. When you stopped, Quinn took his place standing next to you, but stepped back a bit. His hand found his way back to your hip which was cut perfectly out of camera view. The interviewer asked you several questions about your movie while Quinn stayed back. His thumb was tracing circles on your waist which sent shivers down your spine, but you did your best to hold back those thoughts during the interview.

“So, Ms. Y/Ln, care to introduce us to your date?” You smiled and placed your hand on Quinn’s shoulder to move him up closer next to you 

“Yes. This is Quinn Hughes. He’s a defenceman for the Vancouver Canucks. We’ve known each other since we were kids, and I thought why not take him to the oscars.” You let out a small forced laugh and Quinn looked at you and smiled.

“So Quinn, how's your first experience at the Oscars going? Do you love it? Do you hate it? Do tell.” Quinn turned his attention away from you and over to something in the distance, not wanting to make direct eye contact with the interviewer or the camera. 

“It’s-uhh…it’s definitely not something I'm used to.” He rubbed his neck and laughed, looking back at the interviewer. “I don’t know how she does this all the time. Truly she’s a champ for being able to walk through this chaos. Put me on the ice in front of thousands of people and I'm fine, but put me in front of a bunch of cameras and I freeze.” You laugh at Quinn’s comment which causes him to crack a smile at you.

“Sooo what’s the scoop here? Are we dating? Boyfriend and girlfriend?” The interviewer asked and you and Quinn immediately froze. Both of your smiles dropped in an instant along with your hearts. Without hesitation, Quinn stepped up to the mic and said “No. We’re just friends. Have been for a long time.” You felt your heart shatter on the red carpet. You knew that the two of you were just friends, but hearing it said out loud? By him? So publicly? It was bound to crush you. You couldn’t stop thinking about how quickly and naturally it came out of his mouth like he didn’t even have to think about it. The both of you said your goodbyes to the interviewer and made your way down the carpet. He made sure to keep his fingers intertwined with yours not wanting you to get lost or taken. He didn’t know why he had that fear, but it definitely showed. 

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After the insane red carpet frenzy, you and Quinn finally made your way inside. His hand was still intertwined with yours as you made your way through the groups of people. You were stopped by several costars and famous actors you wanted to introduce Quinn to. While standing around with Quinn, you excused yourself to the powder room as he went to get drinks for the two of you. The infamous bathroom was filled with women you’ve only ever seen on a screen and you had to fight the urge to ask for a photo while you were washing your hands side by side. You looked up into the mirror, fixing your hair as your hands were shaking. The only thing you could think of was how Quinn answered that question. You were freaking out on the inside and just wanted to ball up on the floor and cry it out, but you couldn’t. Quinn wasn’t the only thing that influenced your nerves, it was also that you were nominated for your first oscar and the thought of losing was killing you. In all honesty, the thought of winning was actually worse. Having to go up in front of an entire room of some of the most hardworking people in the world and read a speech that you wrote in your notes app last night while giggling on the phone with Jack. You held back your tears as you stared in the mirror. You let out a couple deep breaths, each one shakier than the last. Suddenly, as if she was a gift from god, Billie Eilish moved in next to you, hitting her vape pen. The two of you had met on several occasions and have become “Award Buddies” being so close in age.

“Billie.” You let out, trying not to hyperventilate. She looked up from her phone at you.

“Yes?” She gave you a half smile as you stared at her blankly.

“That THC or nicotine?”

“THC.”

“Can I hit it please?”

“Go for it.” Billie handed you her pen and you took a long drag. The smoke already calming your nerves just from the feel of it in your throat. You weren’t a big smoker at all. You only really got high with Luke when he was staying at your house. It was kind of a sacred thing between the two of you, sometimes with Quinn joining along. It was safe to say that your tolerance was low, but you weren’t thinking about that when you took another long hit of Billie’s cart. After three long hits of the pen, you handed it back to Billie, thanked her, and made your way out of the bathroom. You expected to see Quinn at the door when you walked out, but instead you were met with a long line of women waiting for the bathroom. You made your way through the crowds of people standing around, your high still not hitting quite yet. You stopped yourself when you finally found yourself in the eyesight of the bar. Quinn was standing there, two drinks in hand, talking to a beautiful woman. She looked about his age, a bit shorter than you, and her healthy chestnut colored hair fell into flawless curl patterns. Her head flew back in laughter at something he said, his face gaining a smile with teeth which was something he only reserved if he was actually having a good time. You felt your blood boil and your heart sink as you watched this wholesome interaction between the two of them. You watched as her hand reached up to touch the tie that you had put on him just hours before, and you decided that was the final straw. Your territorial instincts kicked in as you pushed through the crowd trying to make your way to the two of them. You reached Quinn and you placed your hand on his back, rubbing it around.

“Hey baby.” You’ve never called him that, but it’s now or never. Quinn was startled by your presence but quickly put his arm around your waist, pulling you close. His touch made your high kick in immediately as you leaned into him. Your body felt like it was melting into his. You visualized laying in his arms at the lake house while Luke and Jack were laughing about something stupid. That’s where you wanted to be right now, not here.

“Hey pretty girl.” He kissed the side of your head and handed you your drink, subtly hinting to the girl that he was taken. The girl only smiled and walked away letting out a “Nice to meet you.” You moved your head into Quinn’s chest and began laughing uncontrollably.

“What? What’s so funny?” He cracked a smile. Your head burying further into his chest as you let out a muffled “Quinny I'm so stoned right now.” You laughed through your words. 

“What are you talking about?” He laughed along with you. You lifted your head up slightly so he could see your eyes. Your chin still rested in his chest while your arms were limp. 

“Holy shit. You were sober when you left me.” He placed his hand on your cheek and smiled. You leaned into his touch and kissed his hand before looking back up at him with a cheesy grin. He let out a soft laugh and rubbed his thumb against your cheek bone. Quinn knew how overly touchy you got when you were high. Every time the two of you smoked together, you insisted he held your hand, or you leaned your head on his shoulder. The night always ended in you lying on top of him because you liked the way the rise and fall of his chest made your brain feel. He moved his hand from your face down to your waist, to which you responded by holding onto his wrist for dear life. You stared at his facial features as a smile grew on his face.

“I love you so much Y/n, but you have to act sober, or the internet will go crazy.” His words made you immediately lock in, suddenly remembering where you were. You removed your chin from his chest but kept your grip on his wrist strong. You widen your eyes, trying to make yourself look less dopey, but Quinn immediately responded with a cringed face.

“Don’t do that. You look crazy.” He laughed. You stayed there with your widened eyes just staring at him, unsure of what to do. Absentmindedly your mouth parted slightly in response to the lazy state your body was in. Quinn quickly took his index finger to your chin and pushed it up to close your mouth.

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Making your way to your seats was a challenge in itself. If Quinn wasn’t there you were sure you wouldn’t have been able to make it. He held your hand the whole way there keeping you close as you attempted to make yourself look sober. Sure, you weren’t the only person there that was high, but you weren’t a big smoker, so you didn’t know how to handle it. Not to mention, you’d never been high in public. When you made it to your seats, you made sure Quinn’s hand never left yours. You were in public, but you were still the same girl that gets high at the lake house with his little brother. You looked over at him remembering that he was just as nervous as you were before. You wished he was in the bathroom with you to hit the pen. His leg was bouncing up and down as the lights dimmed, so you removed your hand from his and placed it on his leg, drawing circles with your thumb hoping to calm his nerves. He looked at you with a soft smile that said “Thank you”. As the ceremony went on, Quinn found his hand behind your back, fidgeting with the strap of your dress, twirling it with his fingers. His touch made your face red and you wondered if there were any cameras on the two of you at this moment. Your hand on his leg, and his playing with your dress. You looked over at him to see him only watching the stage as someone was accepting an award. You leaned in close to whisper in his ear.

“Do you realize you’re doing that?” He whipped his head to face you. Your faces now only inches away from each other.

“Doing what?” He asked. His voice low but not quite a whisper. The feeling of his breath on your nose made your heart ache, as you realized you’ve never been this close to him before.

“The strap of my dress. You’re playing with it.” You gave him a slight smile, your eyes never leaving his. He mumbled out a quick sorry and moved his hand away, but you stopped him before he could do so. “No no. It’s cute. Leave it there.” His face turned pink as he smiled at your comment, and turned to look back at the stage. You cheered to yourself in your head at this sweet, and public, intimate moment between you and Quinn. After an hour of people receiving awards and terrible jokes made by the host, your category was finally up next. The high helped your nerves, but you were still shaking. Quinn removed his hand from the strap of your dress and grabbed your shaking one. Your eyes never left the stage as you sat at the edge of your seat in anticipation. Quinn glanced at you with a side eye. He hated seeing you all amped up like this when he’s so used to your calming presence. He leaned in close to your ear. 

“I have a really funny idea to piss off Jack, and throw everyone else off.” You turned to him, your eyes filled with fear, but softening at the idea of Quinn plotting something. It was something the two of you always did together. He was clearly doing it to try and calm down your nerves, but good lord was it helping. 

“What?” you asked, leaning back in your seat, letting him whisper in your ear. 

“If you win, I get to kiss you before you walk up.” Your heart dropped to your stomach as you flipped your head to look at him. Your eyes were in shock and your mouth parted slightly. You knew Quinn would suggest something crazy, but never THIS crazy. The thought of your first kiss with Quinn being in front of the whole world made you sad. You always wanted it to be an intimate moment, maybe in your apartment or down by the lake, but you also couldn’t pass up the opportunity to finally kiss him. You smiled at him, your faces so close to touching.

“Okay. Deal.” You handed out your hand for him to shake. “Jack is gonna lose his shit.”

The moment eventually came. The presenters were announcing the nominees and you got to see yourself in the camera on the screen. Your posture was slumped, you were leaning into Quinn, and your eyes were slowly falling closed. You quickly fixed yourself at the sight, widening your eyes in the way Quinn said not to do. He laughed slightly next to you. You quickly grabbed his hand with your gaze still locked in on the screen.

“And the Oscar goes to…” The presenter left everyone on the edge of their seats as she opened the envelope. You squeezed Quinn’s hand harder than before and he sent back exactly three squeezes which you knew meant “I love you” You looked over for just a split second to give him a smile, before looking back to the stage.

“Y/n L/n!” Your eyes widened more, if that was even possible. Cheers roared from around the theater. Quinn stood up first, holding out his hand for you to take. You were so caught up in the adrenaline rush of winning that you had completely forgotten about the deal you made with him. You stood up slowly trying not to burst into tears of joy. Quinn’s hands were set on your waist, so you rested yours on his biceps. You let out a little scream and jumped up and down twice. Quinn laughed at your reaction before he grabbed your face and planted a closed mouthed kiss on your lips. It wasn’t how you imagined it would be at all. The kiss wasn’t tension-filled or long like how you wanted it to be. You pulled back, your face red, suddenly remembering the deal. Without thinking, still at the peak of your high, you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him in for a longer kiss. You made sure his bottom lip was tucked in between yours, wanting to get rid of his closed-mouthed idea. It was long awaited and hungry. You weren’t thinking about where you were as you moved your lips against his. You pulled him down slightly, letting him dip you. His grip on your waist tightened as you let your hand move to tug his hair. Quinn let out a slight groan as he pulled back and whispered in your ear.

“Not here, Movie Star. Go get your award.” He let out a slight chuckle and you quickly unwrapped yourself from his touch to jog up to the stairs. When you finally made your way up to the stage, all the nerves that had been building up had suddenly washed away. Not only had you just won your first Oscar, but your childhood crush just kissed you in front of everyone. The adrenaline of that was enough to quickly sober you up. Your speech was breathless and short. You made sure to exclaim your excitement through the microphone. You thanked everyone who worked on your movie, your family, and of course your “Sexy Date”. You quickly made your way off the stage, grinning wide with a slight pep in your step. You made it back to your seat looking at Quinn who had the cheesiest smile on his face. He quickly pulled you into a tight hug, burying his head in your hair.

“I love you so much. You’re amazing.” He muffled through your shoulder.

“I love you too. You have no idea how long I've wanted to kiss you like that.” Quinn pulled back from the hug and grabbed your hand to guide you to sit. Your heart began to race as you realized what you’d just said to him. Your mind started running through all the possibilities of what he would say. 

“Baby, I want you to kiss me like that everyday for the rest of my life.” He faced you, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. You bit your bottom lip and grinned harder than you ever have before. You shifted your focus back to the stage as you rested your head on his shoulder, his hand finding its way back to your waist. You basked in the glamorous vibe of the celebrity-filled room, realizing the prize wasn’t the golden statue you’d just won, but the man sitting beside you.

Hughes fam & weird neighbor girl

Ellen Hughes: *Picture of Y/n holding Luke when they were kids* Lukey loves his big sister <3 Good luck tonight!!!

lukey pookie: *Picture of Y/n and Quinn kissing at the Oscars* Yeah apparently so does Quinn

jack attack: WHAT DA FUCK

Ellen Hughes: Jack. Language.

captain quinny: What can I say? Couldn’t help myself.

jack attack: Y/n ur bringing me to the next one and I get to kiss you

You: no.

I can’t believe he’s gone😭

closer

OMFG WE JUST WON!!!!!!!!!!

Best day ever

marchy and a ref, 12/1

Uzi-El Chavo Leo Konser♥️⭐⭐

Heaven will be empty at this point, haven’t we all been invested in toxic age gap yaoi. like who among us hasn’t had questionable emotions about old men who really want to fuck

you can’t forget the “be bisexual” from the og post because they sure as hell do that too

All stars know is codependency, soulbond, incorrect embellishment penalties, eat hot chip, and lie

Obsessed "Baby, Only You!" It filled every inch of my heart with love! May I ask what your fave Beatles album and song are? Mine are Revolver and "Dear Prudence." May I also please make a request for Jack Hughes? Anything more with him and a more stoic/quiet in public girl, would love to see where your incredible mind takes you. The way he understands and defends is just...yes! I needed that lol. Please and thank you!

i’d do it a hundred more.

(JACK HUGHES x reader)

hey!! thank you so so so much literally this made my day. 🫶🏻

my fav beatle albums def are sgt peppers and help (i adore the movie), and my fav songs are the long and winding road, i want you (she’s so heavy), across the universe, sgt pepper’s lonely hearts club band and julia :))

warnings: no mature subjects, fluff, no proofread (you can tell i never proofread my stuff)

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you had always been a quiet kid, stoic and stern looking. that obviously lead to you having a resting bitch face, making not many people approach your phlegmatic gaze.

not many kids were your friends, forcing you to turn your back to society and do things yourself, cold walls lifting to sternly keep out outsiders.

that was,

until jack. he melted those ice walls, wiggling himself in a short period of time, to be the centre of your universe. you fell in love with this man, the way his wide smile made your lips curl into a grin, the way his blue eyed gaze was boyish and gentle, the way he reassured you when a girl tried to get his number and hit on him, he stood up for you, most important of all. he was your everything.

he understood everything about you, your reactions, how you felt in public and how you were the most loud and outgoing person on the inside, when it was just them two, locked away giggling together.

jack held your heart and kept it protected, he knew your past, and you like the back of his hand, so he made it his part to protect you from jabs that people made.

one of his teammates girlfriends took a shot in mocking you and jack was sure to glare at her and tell her off.

“why do you look like that? you aren’t even in jacks league. don’t even pretend you aren’t not trying in the relationship.” the girlfriend snootily said, her boyfriend did nothing in reply to defend you. you glanced towards jack and could see him get angry, so you squeezed his knee, but he still started to yell at the girl, making her jaw drop and her eyes open wide.

“you don’t know her!”

“don’t ever speak about her in that way!”

“don’t speak on our relationship!”

jack roughly grabbed your hand and walked you out.

“you didn’t have to do that.” you said quietly, kicking some tiny rocks on the pavement with your shoe.

“for you? i’d do it a hundred more times.”

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sorry if this ain’t any good but

🫶🏻❤️🤍

babe, only you.

jack hughes x reader

to feed my jack obsession recently, here’s a bit of angst and fluff (no mature content). please, enjoy.

also: there’s no proofread, so..

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you found yourself always wondering; “am i good enough for him?”, “do i deserve him?”. comments had been lashed out earlier this evening to darken those already eerie thoughts that you fought so hard to not reside with. a long, long stay.

jack came into the room, that was the man that’s ‘in love with you’. those thoughts slashed at your mind little cuts kept wracking your head. the trance you were in was broken by your lovers lips lovingly placed onto your head, and you felt the couch slightly dip when he sat down beside you. his arm snaked around your shoulders and pulled you close to him, your head lying on his shoulder.

no one questioned if he did enough in this relationship. no one made snarky comments on how he was so quiet, how he looked like he never put enough effort into how he showed his love, but they did to you. and it was torture trying to hit those thoughts out of your brain. every single one of those comments lingered for longer and longer each time someone made another.

“what’s wrong?”

his soft voice lingered in the room as he ran his calloused hands up and down your arm. the television was playing in the background, an old re-run of big bang theory, muted, but with subtitles.

“jack, it’s just,” you started, why couldn’t you form words. a pang in your heart stung against your chest. “i don’t deserve you.” you whispered, he froze, eyes straying from the tv and to your slumped form against him.

“what makes you think that?” he murmured, his blue eyes connected with your glossy (e/c) ones.

“i- im not good enough-“ you were cut off by a sweet kiss to the lips. “don’t talk like that. i don’t care if your quiet, i don’t care what people say about our relationship, (y/n)!” he exclaimed. “people don’t know you, and how lucky i am to actually know and to be with you. i thank anyone in the skies above that they let me hold your hands. you are everything, my universe, my world. don’t let people tear into you.”

he rubbed his hands up and down your spine as you sobbed painfully into his chest, dampening his shirt.

the thoughts were still there, but at least you had someone to guide you along this long and winding road.

“i love you.”

life hates to see me winning, and now my macbook charger is frying itself everytime i plug it in and i would like to not burn my apartment down so idk when i’ll be able to write again, so rn el’s return to tumblr celly is paused :(.

saw someone call quinn ugly. immediate block.

idk if ur still taking requests but if u are matthew knies with either 12 or 22 please :)

[smut] in the club

pairing: matthew knies x fem!reader

summary: matthew doesn’t like the club, but he likes you

authors note: reader is on birth control for the sake of bc i said so. not proofread at all, or edited so yk.

warnings: smut, mentions of alcohol, p in v, unprotected sex, use of “good girl”, cussing, reader calls matthew handsome idk, lmk if i missed any

matthew never really liked going out. sure, he’d go to the club to celebrate wins with the team,

or to celebrate friends birthdays, but he didn’t like the constant noise or the slew of girls that came up to him looking for a quick fuck just because of his name and status.

but tonight was different. he was once again out celebrating another win with the team, rejecting girls and trying to make sure mitch didn’t make a fool of himself. he was convinced this night was another bust where he’d be stuck taking care of those who lost themselves in the endless drinks, but then he saw you.

you’d just walked in, hand in hand with a few friends, laughing at some lame joke. dressed in a red dress that hugged your figure perfectly. gold and silver jewelry has never looked better together, he was absolutely convinced. your black heels made your legs look absolutely delicious, the muscles in your thighs accentuated with every step you took.

his staring didn’t go unnoticed.

“you’re being eye-fucked” your friend leaned over and whispered to you. your eyes scanned the room before locking on a tall, broad man. striking green eyes catching yours, neither of you making any move to break eye contact.

he was dressed in a pair of jeans and a white shirt that gripped his biceps in a way that had your thighs squeezing together. he was yummy.

“dude, go get her,” matthew was snapped out of his daze by auston slapping a rough and on his shoulder. he looked at the drink in his hand, mitch clinging to the couch, and back at auston who shook his head, “i’ve got him. you go.”

matthew nodded, “i’ll see you guys later.” auston smirked, “no you won’t.”

matthew downed the rest of his beer and began making his way to the empty seat next to you. you made it a point not to notice, or point out that you had, him.

the bartender walked over and matthew held his bottle up signaling for another, before also nodding over to your close to empty drink. “another for the pretty girl also.” you smiled.

“pretty girl, huh?” you’d stopped swirling the remnants of your martini in the glass and turned to face the large man next to you. his green eyes were captivating, but also slightly scary. they felt like they were staring into your very being.

“just being honest.” matthew shrugged at the words and thanked the bartender for your refilled drinks. “you here with anyone?” he knew you were. your friends had left you the minute he made his way over.

“why? wanna take this conversation elsewhere?” the insinuation was unexpected to him. those lips looked like they’d never uttered a lewd word in your lifetime, but god he couldn’t resist knowing what they felt like wrapped around him.

he smirked and pulled your chair closer to him, “i was intending to talk to you more, but if you wanna skip all that,”

you smiled at his words, and downed the rest of your drink before standing up. “come on handsome, i don’t bite. unless you want me to.”

matthew swore under his breath and grabbed your hand leading you down the hallway toward the bathrooms. he shoved the door open and pushed you inside, pressing you against the door and connecting your lips in a hungry dance.

teeth clashed and matthew reached behind you to lock the door. his hands raked over your frame, pulling at the red dress that captivated him. your hands slid down to the waistband of his jeans, popping the button open and sliding one hand inside.

he was semi hard, just from the kissing. you squeezed the tip of his cock and he hissed into the kiss, pressing more into your hand. you pulled away from the kiss to drop down to your knees, taking his pants and boxers down with you.

his cock stood tall, tip tinged a bright pink accompanied by a thick vein that ran down the shaft of it, your hand barely wrapping around the girth. “fuck, you’re so big.”

matthew grabbed onto your hair as you began stroking him. you brought his cock to your lips and began tapping it against you. this whole situation was so erotic, matt was convinced he’d be thinking about it for weeks.

“come on pretty girl, suck it for me.” his voice was so much deeper, slightly raspier, and who were you to say no?

you took what you could into your mouth, hallowing your cheeks around it, and dragging your tongue against the tip on its way in. the man above you cussed and gripped your hair a little tighter. his hips bucked slightly making you gag slightly, the squeeze of your throat bring him closer to the edge.

you pulled off of him, using your saliva to coat the rest of him, allowing your hand too glide across him easier. matthew used the hand in your hair to pull you up and reconnect your lips. you moaned into the kiss and he gripped your thighs to lift you up. he walked you over the counter and turned you so you faced the mirror.

he lifted your dress up so it gathered around your hips and pulled your thong to the side. you were already soaking just from sucking him off and he loved it. matthew stuck his middle and ring finger into his mouth, coating them before bringing them down to your cunt. his eyes connected with yours in the mirror and he watched as your jaw fell open at the intrusion of his fingers.

matt curled them down seeking that spongy spot deep in your cunt, smiling when you let out a high pitched moan when he found it. his fingers fucked into you in such a way you weren’t sure you’d be able to replicate by yourself. you’d never felt so full, just from his fingers. your legs began to get weak at the thought. matthew noticed this and pulled his fingers out making you whine in protest.

“calm down,” he said and lifted your hips to line himself up with your entrance. he moved his hands so one was holding you up and the other was guiding his cock into you. he relished in the deep moan you let you and the way you squeezed around him with every inch he pushed in.

“there you go, taking me like a good girl. look at that. such a pretty pussy you got.” his words made your head spin, the look in his eyes almost making you cum on the spot. this. this was heaven. he filled you so deep you didn’t even think this was possible. he pulled out slightly before he began hammering into you.

every thrust of his hips sent you into the counter, you were sure it would leave bruises along the tops of your thigh but you couldn’t find it in you to care at the moment. not when the big hockey player behind you was the cause of it. every thrust had your vision going blurry. his tip kissed your cervix every time he pushed in, balls slapping against your clit in such a way you never thought you’d feel pleasure from.

matthew let out deep groans every now and again, a breathy fuck left his lips everytime you’d squeeze around him, and a lewd squelching sound echoed in the dim bathroom everytime he pushed back in.

“close. i- oh fuck- i’m gonna cum.” your moans picked up, and so did matthew’s thrusts. he put both hands on your hips to pull you back into his, “cum for me pretty. come on, i know you can.”

your vision went dark, your legs shook and your hands gripped the sink in front of you. matthew had never heard such an ethereal moan than yours when you came. cum began gathering at the base of his cock and his thrusts began to fall out of rhythm.

“fuck fuck fuck fuck,” matthew let out before slamming his hips into you, shooting ropes of cum deep into your cunt. his breathing was heavy and he let go of your hips causing him to slide out of you slightly.

he slowly thrusted, riding out the rest of his climax and overstimulating the both of you before fully pulling out. a mix of your cum and his leaked out of you and onto the floor. he moved your underwear back into place and helped pull your dress down.

your legs were weak and sore, but tolerable. you watched the man pull his pants and boxers up and look back at you.

“i’ve got a nice shower at my place. you know, so we can clean up.” matthew said, a sly way of inviting you back to his to “clean up”. you smiled at him and stuck a hand out, “take me home, handsome.”

Andrei Svechnikov smut headcanons if u so please? :>

[headcannon] sex w svechy

pairing: andrei svechnikov x fem! reader

summary: how svech would be during yk

authors note: written in collab w someone special, coming (back) soon ;)

warning: illusions to sex obviously, mentions of cussing, use of the word slut, lmk if i missed anything!

- so

- obvi we've all seen that one pic of svech

- hold, let me go through my fav pics to find it

- this. this right here

- water dripping down his face

- so obvi he LOVES

- LOVES

- LOVES

- to eat you out

- like

- no hesitation

- legs = SHAKING

- you = SOAKED

- he's on the hurricanes for a reason (;

- i feel like he's the type to praise & degrade

- like a combo

- "my good slut" type shit

- USES RUSSIAN

- LIKE

- SWEARS UNDER HIS BREATH WHEN HES FUCKIN

- MID STROKE

- LIKE

- WAIT

- SLIDING INTO YOU

- STRETCHING YOU OUT TYPE SHIT, bc yk he’s big like

- AND HE LETS A RUSSIAN PROFANITY SLIP

“Гавно, you’re so tight. love being in this pussy”

- LAWD YES

- but he's also the type

- to slow down when you're ab to cum

- and i feel like he goes

- deep

- hard

- rough

- you name it

- then backshots???

- heaven. literal stars

- he shoved your face into the mattress

- until you are CRYING

- eats it from behind

- cuz he's an eater

- call him ice spice

- he likes cowgirl tbh

- bc he likes to look at you when he's in you

- he likes you on top

- be he also likes your boobs

- & messes w them

- to stimulate you yk

- then

- after all the fuckin is done

- he takes SUCH good care

- like

- will clean off all your smeared makeup

- clean you up

- maybe help you shower if that's how you're feeling

- then later

- if you guys fuck early in the day

- cooks you dinner

- be you are #sore

- makes you stay in bed

- literally this man PAMPERS you

- ООН

- ALSO

- HE LEAVES MARKS, very territorial. it shows you’re his

- LOTS OF EM

- esp on your boobies

- sometimes on the neck and jaw

- maybe a few sneaky ones on the ass

Гавно - shit

wrote a matt fic & he scored his first goal this season. coincidence??? 🧐🧐🧐

maybe im j a witch

Matt Rempe 1. “Make it fit” Please or childhood best friends to lovers ;)

[smut] so big

pairing: matt rempe x fem!reader

summary: you want matty, all of him

authors note! inspo from this video. it is twt porn so be warned. this is also unedited bc i like lost the plot and then refound it idk

warning: smut, size kink, swear words, mentions of pain during intercourse, p in v, unprotected sex, begging. lmk if i missed any!

masterlist!

el's return to tumblr celly!

you and matt have been dating for a few months now, and you’ve done just about everything. except have sex. no matter how much you begged and pleaded with the man, he would not budge on his firm no. 

it wasn’t that matt found you unattractive, or didn’t wanna have sex with you. god, his mouth told you the exact opposite everytime his tongue glides over your cunt. he didn’t wanna hurt you. 

matt was very aware of his size, you were very aware of his size. after all, the length had to match the height, and that was matt’s biggest worry. you weren’t the smallest of girls, but compared to him? you stood no chance. or so he thought. 

you had a plan, though. you wanted him, all of him, and tonight was the night. 

matt had a day off between practices and games and had been gaming all day. you didn’t complain, it gave you more than enough time to plan how you’d actually make it happen. 

you walked on light feet into his gaming room, very careful to not get picked up on his mic. he didn’t mind if you were in here, loved it actually, but you assumed he didn’t want the guys to hear what he was about to fall victim to. 

you crept over to him, giving his head a kiss when you were within reach. matt turned to look at you and brought his large hand up to cover his mic, 

“what ya doin?” 

you gave him a sly smile and uttered a quiet “nothing” before falling to your knees and climbing under his desk. he gave you a stern look, but the way he licked his lips and lifted his hips when you grabbed hold of his sweats told you something else. 

your hand wrapped around his length, just barely covering the girth of it. you ran a thumb against the spot you knew always got him hard almost instantly, before pulling away to spit in your hand.  

the saliva added a slickness that helped you easily glide over the man’s length. matt let out a sigh above you, it mixing into the ramblings of his teammates and not coming to attention. 

you gave him a few more strokes before taking the tip into your mouth and sucking, causing a sharp “oh fuck” to leave the brunettes lips and his knees to jerk toward the top of his desk. he quickly muted his mic, bringing one of his hands down to stroke the side of your face before threading his fingers into your hair and pulling you off of him. 

“let me finish this match, baby, then i promise i’ll take care of you.” you pouted at his words and moved to sit on his lap, his cock rubbing against your folds. his eyes darkened at the feeling of your bare cunt against him. 

“but matty, i want you now,” you paused and stared straight into his eyes while grabbing his length in your hand and lined it up to your entrance, “all of you.”

you finished your sentence by sinking down onto his tip, hissing at the way he stretched you. matt’s head fell back, headset falling to the floor, and his hands gripped at your waist, “don’t wanna hurt you.”

“please. needed you in me all day.” he looked unsure at your words, “are you sure you can take it? it might be too big for you, hun.” you whined at his words, “it’ll fit. just fuck me.” 

the man picked you up, pulling out what little bit of his length was in you, and walked you both over to the bed. he laid you on your stomach and pushed your face down into the mattress, “as much as i’d love to see your face when i went in all the way, it’ll be easier this way. i need you to promise me you’ll let me know if it’s too much.”

“i promise matty, swear it. just please- please fuck me.” he complied with your words, stroking his cock a few times before sliding into you, very slowly. you let out a high-pitched moan, the stretch slightly burning your cunt. 

“oh fuck- you’re so so tight.” matt threw his head back, taking deep breaths to not cum too early. he bottomed out and stayed for a few moments, giving you a chance to fully adjust to his length. it didn’t take long, as you began fucking yourself onto him. moans of his name spilled from your mouth and this is something he’d have on his mind forever. he knew it.

he grabbed onto your back to stop your hips from moving and pulled his length out nearly to the tip before shoving it back into you, you moaning every time he hit that spot deep inside of you. you swore you could feel him in your ribs. he sped up his thrusts, your moans getting louder and more frequent the faster and harder he went. he thrusted a few more times before pulling out of you fully, causing you to whine but it didn’t last for long.

matt grabbed you and flipped you onto your back and was hammering inside of you before you could fully complain about missing him. this view was truly erotic. your face becoming more fucked out, eyes rolling back and mouth wide open. matt couldn’t take his eyes off himself going in and out of your cunt, a ring of cum collecting around the base of his cock. his eyes drifted up and spotted something that truly made him nearly come undone. 

“look baby. you see that?” you lifted your head and looked down. your stomach bulged every time he slid in. you could see him, his cock, poking up with every manic thrust the man above you gave. you nearly came at the sight, but you really started to feel the knot when matt placed his hand over where is cock was bulging out and applied pressure. 

“oh fuck matty, not gonna last long.” matt’s hair fell in front of his eyes and he leaned over you to go even harder. he brought the hand from your stomach down to your clit and rubbed his thumb over the nerves. your vision went black, and your body began to shake harder than ever before. matt’s orgasm was very shortly behind yours, sped up by the feeling of you squeezing around him. 

he pulled out and came on your stomach, falling to the side of you, chest heaving with heavy breaths. he looked at your face and saw nothing but pure bliss. your eyes were still closed, a small smile on your face. you laid like that for a few more seconds before turning to matt,

“round 2?”

el's return to tumblr celly!!

told u i’d be back :)

rules for my blog are on my pinned post! read those before requesting anything!!

who:

— NATIONAL HOCKEY LEAGUE

* indicate my personal favorites

seth jarvis *

andrei svechnikov *

pyotr kochetkov *

sebastian aho

mat barzal

matt rempe *

luke hughes

jack hughes

quinn hughes

sidney crosby

joseph woll

auston matthews

jamie drysdale

trevor zegras

arber xhekaj *

cole caufield

jeremy swayman

juraj slafkovsky *

nico hischier

alex holtz

dawson mercer

conor garland

trent frederic

matt knies

luke evangelista

— FORMULA ONE

* indicate my personal favorites

lando norris

logan sargeant *

max verstappen *

sebastian vettel *

oscar piastri

lance stroll

fernando alonso

franco colapinto *

oliver bearman *

liam lawson

— NATIONAL FOOTBALL LEAGUE

* indicates my personal favorites

joe burrow *

andrei iosivas *

josh allen *

joe andreeson

tua tagovailoa

trey hendrickson *

cj stroud

justin herbert *

ladd mcconkey

foster moreau

taysom hill

— TV SHOWS

* indicates my personal favorites

spencer reid *

aaron hotchner

! others can be requested from any category, but that doesn’t mean i’ll write for them !

prompts!

(smuts red, fluffs blue, could be both purple)

1. “make it fit”

2. “i’m too old for you”

3. “look out your window”

4. “too much”

5. “move your hand”

6. “be quiet or they’ll hear you”

7. “m’sorry, i just needed you”

8. “are you gonna touch me or do i need to get him to do it”

9. “give me a few more”

10. “you look so pretty with my name on you”

11. “only good boys/girls get to cum”

12. “i don’t bite… unless you want me to”

13. “wore them just for you” ”you aren’t wearing anything…” “yeah that’s the point”

14. “let’s make a movie”

15. “let them know who you belong to”

16. “your brothers gonna kill me”

17. “help me forget… please”

18. “you’re a virgin?!”

19. “celebrate with me mama”

20. “three's never a crowd when it's you”

21. “just need you”

22. “need to fill you up”

23. “gonna look so pretty with my babies”

24. “i’m more of a visual learner”

25. best friends brother trope, can’t think of a quote

26. “you taste so sweet”

27. “just like that”

28. “doing so good for me”

29. “you make me feel good”

30. “i only want you”

31. “you were made for me”

32. ”i love you”

33. “marry me”

34. “i’m pregnant”

35. “will you be mine?”

36. “you’re what’s best for me”

37. “i never stopped loving you”

38. “i’ll go anywhere, as long as i’m with you”

39. “kiss me”

40. “i’ve wanted you since the first day”

41. “dance with me”

hey guys i dropped out of college to work instead 😋🙌 but now ill actually have time to write bc i do enjoy writing, just never had the time.

& plz don’t bully me for dropping out, college is NOT!!! for me but i tried anyway.

thinking of a p2 to baby zegras but idkkkk we’ll see where the wind takes me

anyway, peace love & hockey pucks

omg please write the jamie n trev smut

just saw this 😏😏😏 i get my laptop next week, my other computer broke 👅👅 so next monday, i’ll start writing it bc this is party of my deepest darkest fantasies

so hi it’s me again. user changed but it was previously marsmcgroarty & ella_hughes, same me tho.

i kinda wanna write a little smutfest thing, kinda like kinktober or something like that. i’ll make a prompt list & who i’ll write for & a little request form if enough people want it but i also might do it anyway bc i already have ideas

guys, not to be that person but let’s get fucking serious. wattpad user @kyleeswing has decided to copy and paste my trevor smut, and others’ smuts as well, without posting any credit or saying that they aren’t his. plagiarism isn’t a joke, hobby writing or not. don’t steal someone’s shit. if you can’t come up with your own works in that genre dont.

a huge thank you to @uluvjay for noticing it. you’re a real one sweetheart, giving you a virtual kiss 💋

anyway, other writers i suggest you go through his book and see if they’re yours.

stupid tiktok sounds make me want to write a jamie & trev smut 😣😣

draft day draft day 💃🏽

scouting the new hotties (including bedsy)

who next fr?

i’ll send $100 to someone who writes the dirtiest, toe curling, jaw dropping, panty wetting, hair ripping, coochie trembling, word stuttering smut of pyotr kochetkov.

look at this leg opener 🤭

[smut] baby zegras

pairing: trevor zegras x fem! reader

summary: trevor wants a baby and he wants one now

authors note: this took soooo long lowk hate the middle-end but whatevs

warning: trevor is a horny freaky fuck, bad words, breeding kink, children, pregnancy

gif not mine!

masterlist

trevor has always known that whatever his future had in store for him he wanted you in it. he had fallen in love with you from the moment he saw you at the age of seven, you six. he never got over the little girl with pink bows holding her pigtails in, who smiled a big grin at him and introduced herself, and certainty didn’t get over her when she became his best friend (he quickly made her his girlfriend after an impromptu sleepover during which she realized she didn’t bring her own clothes and had to wear his).

when trevor had gotten drafted, he knew that with his future pretty much figured out he needed to ensure that you’d be there forever, so he proposed. you of course said yes, i mean, who wouldn’t.

you’re still engaged nearly 4 years later, neither of you in too much of a rush to actually have the wedding and continue up the ladder just yet. you were never shy to talk about your future and what it could hold, and trevor definitely wasn’t shy about telling you he wanted to “fill you up” over and over again.

his little heart was bursting at its seams as he watched you playing with his little cousins and his teammates’ kids. so full, in fact, that he had to drag you home early.

early so he could drag you up to your shared room and rip your clothes off, and that he did. trevor grabbed the hem of your shirt and ripped in half, earning a gasp and scolding “trevor!” from you.

“i’ll buy you another one.” he said and began pressing messy wet kisses down your sternum, your nipples hardening from the cold air and the overwhelming lust that you felt. his kisses moved even lower, stopping just above the button of your denim shorts.

trevor skipped over them for now, moving his head so he can press kisses against your inner thigh. he could feel the heat coming from your cunt, the place you needed him the most, but he wasn’t going to give in and fuck you. not yet anyway. he wanted you to finish by his mouth or fingers before stuffing you full of his cock.

“y’looked so good playing with all the babies today. couldn’t get the thought of fucking you full out of my head.” you moaned at his words and trevor began unbuckling your shorts pulling them and your panties down your legs.

he ran his fingers through your folds, collecting the evidence of your arousal on his fingers. trevor dipped his fingers into your entrance pulling them right back out before he passed the first knuckle and used the remnants to helps his fingers glide over your clit.

“trev, do something please. it hurts.” you nearly sobbed. trevor is a huge tease, always has been and always will be. he teased you in the bronco on the way home, for example. placing his hand at the top of your thigh and stroking clit over your shorts and underwear, making you more turned on than you are just looking at him.

he gave into your pleads and placed his tongue flat against your entrance, moving it up to your clit. the contact made your legs tremble, loud moans leaving your mouth. thank god jamie isn’t home yet.

“you always look so pretty from this angle, baby.” trevor’s words vibrated against your clit, causing your thighs to clamp shut on his head. he smacked his hand against your right thigh and when you didn’t pull them open he forced them. this seemed to make the pleasure more overwhelming and your orgasm came quicker than expected.

trevor licked you clean and came up to kiss you, the taste of yourself on his lips was enough to make you needy again and he could tell.

he pulled away and began undressing, first his loose jersey, followed by the black under shirt and his sweatpants.

you we’re getting inpatient, and turned on. watching him strip seemed like it took forever and while you were still spent from your previous orgasm, you needed another.

while trevor was somewhat distracted, your hand slid down to your clit. it was still sensitive from trev’s previous assault on it but the circles your fingers were moving in felt so good. they glided easily from the cum and spit left down there after trevor’s messy clean up.

“uh uh, nope. no ma’am. move them.” trevor snapped his fingers at you and you whined out at him, “but trevor, please.” the man in front of you moved your hands away from your clit, bringing them up with his own to rest above your head.

trevor leaned his head down, connecting his lips with your own, rutting his hips against yours. his cock slid between your folds rubbing your clit before pausing at your entrance.

“you ready baby?” you nodded and trevor pushed in, moans leaving both of you.

trevor’s thrusts started off slow, trying to convey the love he felt for you with calm, languid movements. though, they didn’t last very long.

trevor sat up and released your hand from his own choosing instead to grab a pillow from under your head and put it under your waist.

“i’m gonna fuck a whole hockey team into this cunt. you want that, mama?” before you could reply trevor began slamming into you at a pace that left you breathless.

your body felt like it was on fire. every collision of your hips, everytime his tip pressed against your cervix, every dirty thought about breeding you that fell from trevor’s lips made you feel like you’d combust.

“you’re gonna look so pretty, so full of my babies.”

“god this cunt is so perfect, can’t wait ‘til i’m leaking from it.”

trevor’s pace never let up, if anything it got more and more intense the closer he got to his own high, your own still coming at a blinding rate.

the man above you paused to lean over, connecting you hands above your head once more. you looked up at your fiancé and he down at you. the pleasure he provided became overwhelming and before you could warn him, you came.

trevor, ever the gentleman, talked you through it before his own orgasm followed. he never stopped, fucking his release deep into you.

he collapsed on top of you, still supporting himself as to not crush you.

“trevor,” he hummed, “as much as i love you over me, i need to pee.”

the man above you immediately shook his head, “absolutely not. i am not risking any of my babies ending up on the floor.”

“well would you like to hold them in while i pee?”

“i mean if you’re offering…”

“trevor zegras! that was a joke!”

“i’d hardly think so.”

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in honor of it being monaco weekend, i figured i would surprise u guys. i’m currently working on a trevor smut, name still pending lol, and i’ve come to the realization that i can’t stick to one fandom sooo…

2-3 more masterlists are on the way, each will have a separate theme to match the fandom for example, shameless might have a halfway constructed list if i can pull my thoughts together and make the picture come to life.

the new fandoms are:

shameless (us)

formula 1

nfl (theme might match the nhl)

—might add in more if i so decide

i’ll def have that trevor smut out soon, it’s a long one and del likes it so far lol

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