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HIII okay im going to start off by saying my list lowkey varies i write for anyone that you seen me already post on my page.

macklin celebrini

connor bedard

clayton keller

arber xhekaj

fraser minten

sidney crosby (2000s)

will smith

cole caufield

matt rempe

igor chernyshov

ryan leonard

matthew knies

william nylander

leo carlsson

patrick kane (2000s)

gavin mckenna

tbh this may sound biased but i really on write for people i find attractive idk it makes more sense for me because when i find the person attractive i can write better and my imagination puts these stories together a lot better, i will keep this list updated as i go.

so i don’t really have a list of people i don’t write for because who i find attractive might change overtime!!!

(i will NOT write for ivar stenberg so please stop asking.)

smut and fluff is what i write i prefer fluff, please when requesting put a plot doesn’t have to be long but don’t just give me and name with smut or fluff.

@secretly-s is my other blog!

i absolutely love your writing!!

WS2.||will smith.

fluff.

will wine drunk.

“Will, slow down with the wine,” Cat said gently as Will poured himself a fifth glass.

“Whattt? Whyyyy?” he whined, dragging out his words, visibly wine-drunk.

“C-Cat, I’m twentyyyy-one now,” he giggled, stumbling slightly and leaning his entire weight on me to catch his balance.

“We know, baby, but no more after this, okay?” I said, trying to keep him upright. He gave a sloppy nod, chugging down the rest of the glass in one go before handing the empty cup to me.

I took the glass and turned around to set it on a nearby table. When I turned back, Will was already darting across the backyard, trying to play tag with Stella.

“Oh my god,” I laughed, watching as his coordination completely failed him. He tripped over his own feet, falling face-first onto the soft lawn. I shook my head and jogged over to help him up while he just rolled around on the grass, wheezing with laughter.

“William, get up,” I said, extending a hand.

He sat up, looking up at me with a goofy, lopsided smile. “Baby... wanna go for a swim?” he asked, stumbling back to his feet and immediately swooping in to lean on me again.

I shook my head, rubbing his back as he pressed his forehead against my shoulder. “No, love. We didn’t bring swimming stuff today. Maybe another day.”

“Macklinnnnn, help! He’s heavy,” I called out, struggling under Will’s dead weight.

Instead of helping, Macklin was a total giggle fest, holding his phone up and recording every second of Will’s drunken antics for his Snapchat story. “Y/N, this is absolute gold,” Mack wheezed, finally stepping closer and giving Will’s back a light pat.

“Guys... I need to swim,” Will suddenly announced, his eyes lighting up.

Before any of us could react, he burst into a run toward the deep end. We all lunged forward, yelling his name and trying to tackle him before he reached the edge, but it was too late. He launched himself into the air and splashed into the pool, fully clothed.

“William, get out!” I squealed as he resurfaced, blindly splashing water in every direction.

Within seconds, it became clear he was honestly too drunk to stay afloat, and he lowkey started sinking beneath the surface without even realizing it.

“I got him!” Tyler yelled, kicking off his shoes and diving into the pool. He grabbed Will under the arms, hoisting him back to the surface and dragging him toward the edge.

As soon as Tyler hauled him onto the concrete, Will started coughing and choking on the pool water. Panic spiking, I scrambled straight to his side and dropped to my knees.

“You’re okay, just breathe,” I coaxed, quickly pulling off his soaked shoes and socks, then peeling the heavy, drenched shirt over his head.

Cat rushed over, unfolding a warm, dry towel and handing it to me. I wrapped it snugly around his shivering shoulders before unbuckling his wet pants and sliding them off, leaving him in just his boxers.

“Why on earth did you do that?” I fussed softly, patting his back while he tried to clear his lungs. Once he stopped coughing, I wrapped my arm around his waist and helped him stand. “Come on, let’s get you inside.”

I guided his shaky steps through the back door and straight into the guest bathroom. Cat darted in right behind us, tossing a pair of dry, oversized sweatpants over the towel rack.

“Thanks, Cat,” I breathed, easing Will down onto the edge of the tub. He sat there looking up at me with glossy, sleepy eyes while I worked off his damp boxers and pulled the soft sweatpants up his legs.

Once he was warm, dry, and bundled up, I took a gentle hold of his hand, lacing my fingers tightly through his.

“Okay, let’s go home, baby,” I whispered.

He offered a sleepy nod, letting me drag him back through the house so I could grab my bag, apologize for the chaotic night, and say goodbye to everyone before getting him safely into the car.

i’m finally getting requests on my other account so happy!!!!

reader and gavin just pretty much making love to one another, like just sweet sweet love

GM72.||gavin mckenna.

smut.

gavin making love to his gf.

“Oh, Gavin...” I moaned, my back arching off the bed as a shiver ran through me.

“Yes, baby. You’re so tight,” he groaned against my skin, his lips pressing soft, burning kisses along the curve of my neck. With every rhythm we created, the headboard thumped steadily against the wall, a beat to our shared friction.

“Gav... it’s too much,” I gasped, the sensation overpowering as our bodies melted together. Every thrust was deep, deliberate, and paired with a gentle kiss that left me entirely breathless.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. My eyes rolled back as the pleasure pulled me under, grounding me only in the feeling of him.

“Do you feel me, baby?” he asked, shifting slightly to look down at me. We were locked in missionary—Gavin’s absolute favorite position for making love, the one where he could look into my eyes, touch my face, and watch every expression cross my skin.

“I feel you...” I shuddered beneath him, completely consumed by the sensation of being so full, so utterly his.

“Mhm, tell me,” he rasped, his eyes dark with intensity.

I opened my mouth to put the feeling into words, but all that escaped was a high, helpless moan. Smiling softly, Gavin leaned down until our foreheads rested against each other. Our breathless, frantic air mingled between us as a warm, electric knot in my stomach tightened with every beat.

“Gavin!” I whimpered, my fingers digging into the muscle of his back as the tide finally broke.

“Cum for me, baby,” he whispered, burying his face in the crook of my neck as I let go entirely. The wave of my orgasm rushed through me, shattering my thoughts into pure heat.

“Fuck... oh, I love you,” I cried out, wrapping my arms tight around his shoulders and pulling him as close as humanly possible, holding onto him as the waves slowly began to settle.

i love all the requests thank you all❤️

MC71.||macklin celebrini.

fluff.

macklin needy for milk.

“Mmmm,” Macklin whined as I tried to sleep.

“What’s wrong?” I yawned, sitting up slightly to look at him. His blotchy cheeks—flaring up with his usual rosacea—were bright pink against the dim light of the bedroom.

“Milk,” he cried, reaching out for me desperately.

I sighed softly. “Macklin, no, you can’t.” I shook my head, denying him of his need.

“Why?” he sobbed, sitting up completely. Tears began streaming down his cheeks, glistening in the dark.

“Baby, you can’t be so dependent on this. It’s bad,” I murmured, leaning over to gently rub his back.

He shook his head, refusing to listen. “Milk,” he whimpered again, his eyes darting down to my chest while his lip trembled uncontrollably.

“Mackie, how about we cuddle instead?” I asked gently, trying to bargain with him.

He shook his head furiously. “Milk!” he cried louder, the distress evident in his voice.

I chewed my lip, my mind racing as I tried to think of a solution. “Do you want chocolate milk? I can go downstairs and get some from the fridge,” I suggested.

He immediately rejected the idea, shaking his head and reaching out toward my chest once more.

“What are you going to do when the season starts back up again?” I asked, leaning back against the headboard.

Instead of answering, he buried his face straight into a pillow, his muffled cries growing even louder.

“Baby, please...” I continued to stroke his back, trying everything to soothe him, but he wouldn't budge.

Glancing at the bedside clock, I saw the glowing numbers read 3:30 AM. I knew I couldn’t have him up like this in the middle of the night.

“Okay, fine. Come here,” I finally gave in.

He rolled over instantly to look at me. As I lifted my shirt up, his eyes widened slightly.

“Milk,” he whispered, his voice soft and hopeful now.

I nodded, gently guiding his head toward my breast. His mouth found my nipple, quickly latching on. He began to suck softly, his small, rhythmic breaths mixing with the occasional lingering sniffle.

Reaching over, I grabbed the edge of the blanket and gently wiped the wet tears from his warm, flushed cheeks.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” I whispered, pressing a light kiss to the top of his head.

Slowly, his heavy eyelids began to flutter shut. I closed my eyes as well, softly twirling my fingers through his hair, feeling his breathing steady against me. Wrapped in the quiet warmth of the early morning, we both drifted back into a peaceful sleep.

some people will hate this.

Hope your doing well. Can i request a fic with a clingy Ryan Leonard? Super fluffy. Love your work❤️

RL9.||ryan leonard.

fluff.

clingy ryan.

“Baby, are you sure you don’t want to go golfing with Will and Gabe?” I asked Ryan as he clung to my side, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist.

“Mhm, don't wanna go,” he murmured into my shoulder, a soft smile playing on his lips as his grip on my arm tightened, anchoring himself to me.

“Are you hungry?” I asked, slowly shuffling toward the kitchen to brainstorm something quick we could make for dinner.

“Mm, no,” he replied, shaking his head gently. He didn't let go for a second, seamlessly following my every step like a shadow as I turned around and headed toward the living room couch.

I sat down and reached for the romance novel I had left on the coffee table. Before I could even open it, Ryan was practically on top of me, resting his chest against mine and burying his face into the crook of my neck.

“What are you doing?” I asked with a soft laugh, resting the book in my lap and looking down at him.

“Nothing, I’m just laying here,” he said innocently, looking up with a sweet, sleepy smile.

I picked my book back up, using one hand to hold it open while running my other hand through his soft hair. Within minutes, his breathing evened out, and he slowly fell asleep against me.

Hours passed like that. Every time he woke up briefly, he’d follow me around the apartment like a puppy—clinging to my waist while I grabbed a glass of water or trailing behind me as I picked up around the room. Eventually, the heavy exhaustion caught up to him again, and he was fast asleep on the couch once more.

I carefully unangled myself from his limbs, slipping off the cushion so softly that he barely stirred. Wanting to wash off the day and wind down for the night, I quietly snuck off to the bathroom.

As I stood under the warm stream, rinsing the shampoo out of my hair, I heard a faint, heartbroken whining sound coming from just outside the glass enclosure.

“I’m in the shower!” I called out over the sound of running water.

A moment later, the bathroom door creaked open further. Ryan stumbled inside, rubbing his eyes like a confused toddler as he pulled back the shower curtain.

“You left me,” he pouted, resting his forehead against the cold edge of the doorframe.

I couldn't help but smile at him, shaking my head fondness. “I’m sorry, baby. I just wanted to take a quick shower.”

He made a quiet noise of disapproval, crossing his arms. “Why couldn’t I come?” he asked softly, his voice thick with sleep.

“I didn’t want to wake you up,” I said, turning off the water faucet and reaching out to grab my towel.

Stepping out onto the bathmat, Ryan was already standing right there, leaving absolutely zero space between us. He immediately caught my hand in his, guiding me toward our bedroom while I dried off and pulled on a comfortable pair of pajamas.

“I want to cuddle,” he insisted, practically pulling me down with him as he climbed onto the mattress.

I opened my arms for him, pulling him close until he was tucked tight against my chest.

“You’re so clingy today,” I teased gently, pressing a warm kiss to the top of his head.

He hummed in contentment, resting his chin on my collarbone as his eye fluttered shut. “I just love you,” he mumbled into the quiet room.

he’s a cutie pie.

PK88.||patrick kane.

smut.

jealous patty.

“Baby, stay here, okay? I’m gonna go get us a drink,” Patty said as we stood in the packed, sweaty bar on a chaotic Friday night.

“Okay,” I murmured, leaning up to kiss his lips quickly before watching him weave through the suffocating crowd toward the dimly lit bar counter.

“Hey, beautiful,” a deep voice murmured. A remarkably tall man suddenly loomed over me, blocking out the flashing neon lights. I offered a polite, cautious smile.

“Hi,” I responded, having to raise my voice slightly as he leaned in closer to be heard over the pounding bass of the music.

“Wow, you’re so tall,” I laughed genuinely, tilting my head back to look up at his face.

“I’m strong, too,” he said with a cocky grin, his hand suddenly reaching out to grab my arm. Before I could pull away, Patty was already there. He slammed our drinks down onto a nearby sticky table, the glasses splashing over, and shoved the stranger hard in the chest.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Patty yelled right in the man's face, the veins in his neck bulging as my heart dropped straight into my stomach.

“Baby, let’s go, come on,” I pleaded, tugging urgently at his sleeve, but he scoffed and shook me off.

“Oh, I’m strong, too, so what’s up?” Patty shouted back, completely ignoring my presence as the tension in the air snapped.

“Your girl seems to like tall guys,” the stranger joked with a smirk, a taunt that made Patrick instantly swing his fist, sparking a chaotic scuffle before security swarmed in, tearing them apart.

I hurried behind him as the bouncers forced him into a back booth, trying desperately to de-escalate the volatile situation.

“Baby, calm down,” I whispered, sliding onto his lap and wrapping my arms tightly around his shoulders.

“You flirted with him,” he accused, his jaw clenched so tight it looked painful. I vigorously shook my head.

“Telling a guy who clearly has zero interest in respecting boundaries that he’s tall is flirting” he hissed, his voice trembling with anger as his hands clamped down hard around my waist, his fingers gripping me tight enough to bruise.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think,” I whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his hot cheek. Without another word, he shoved me off his lap, stood up abruptly, and began storming toward the exit.

I trailed behind him at a distance, hesitant, until he suddenly spun around, grabbed me by the waist, and effortlessly threw me over his shoulder like a sack of grain, carrying me all the way to the car.

Once we finally reached home and slammed the front door behind us, I kicked off my heels in the entryway, watching as Patty angrily peeled off his jacket and shirt, leaving them scattered haphazardly across the floor.

We made it back to the bedroom, and before I could even catch my breath, he grabbed me by the arm and threw me down onto the mattress, making the air rush from my lungs in a sharp gasp.

“Shut up,” he ordered roughly, his eyes dark as he began tearing my clothes off my body piece by piece.

I lay there frozen in the center of the bed, entirely quiet, letting him do whatever he wanted as a heavy numbness washed over me. He grabbed my ankles, forcing my legs apart to stare down at me with hungry, clouded eyes before abruptly flipping me face down onto the mattress.

“Arch, now,” he commanded harshly, his hand stroking himself as he waited for my compliance. Trembling, I arched my lower back, and he seized my hips, pressing into me with harsh, ungentle movements before shoving himself inside me all at once, not even giving my body a second to adjust to him.

“Baby, oh—,” I whimpered, the sudden pressure feeling entirely too heavy and overwhelming to handle.

“Shut up. You like tall guys, right?” he spat into my ear, his words dripping with venom and jealousy, making me cry out softly into the bedding.

He planted his hand heavily against the small of my back, pinning me down as he pounded into me harder and faster, my muffled sobs lost against the sheets as I tried desperately to stay quiet under him.

A few moments later, he groaned loudly, his movements turning frantic as he finished inside me, pulling out immediately afterward and storming out of the room without a backward glance.

I lay there completely limp, tears spilling over my eyelids and soaking into the fabric of the pillows, until he finally reappeared holding a warm, damp towel, gently wiping me clean in silence.

“Sorry, baby,” he whispered, his voice suddenly softening as he pulled me tightly against his bare chest, holding me securely in his arms and pressing endless gentle kisses into my hair.

my last post was so short sorry guys.

MC71.||macklin celebrini.

smut.

giving mack hickeys.

I trailed kisses over Mack’s shirtless body as he moved around softly.

"Stoppp, it tickles," he whimpered softly, squirming under my touch as my mouth attached to a part of his tummy, sucking gently against his warm skin.

"Babyyyy, ughhh," he moaned, weakly trying to push me away by my shoulders.

"What’s the matter?" I asked, looking up at him while dragging my tongue lightly along the line of his abs.

He shivered at the sensation, his dark eyes watching me closely as his breathing turned shallow.

"Stay still, love," I purred, flashing a soft smile before leaning back down to leave a slow, bruised hickey just above his waistline.

"Mmmguh," he groaned, his back arching off the mattress, a subtle tremble running through his frame.

My hands slid up to frame his ribs, holding him in place as I took my time, soothing the fresh mark with a soft kiss before humming against his skin. "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?"

thank you for all the new requests!!!

WS2.||will smith.

fluff.

will kissing all his gfs beauty marks.

“Today I was on TikTok and saw this video where they talked about how all your beauty marks are places your past lover used to kiss you,” I said softly to Will, resting my head against his chest as we lay in bed, waiting for sleep to pull us in.

“That’s cool.” He smiled, turning slightly to look down at me. His eyes slowly traced the surface of my skin, examining every spot where he’d seen those tiny dark dots. “Man… you have so many,” he paused, a cheeky glint entering his eyes, “you were an absolute freak in your past life.”

A sudden burst of laughter escaped me, shattering the quiet room. “Shut uppp!” I protested, poking him playfully in the ribs.

He chuckled softly, leaning in to quiet me. His warm lips brushed against the soft beauty mark situated just above my upper lip, lingering for a beat before drifting over to press against the one resting on the right side of my face.

“Just marking my territory,” he murmured against my skin, his breath sending a delicate shiver down my spine.

He moved lower, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to the mark near my collarbone, and then another right behind my ear. I let out a quiet sigh, completely melting into his touch as his gentle hands trailed down my waist. He worked his way down the bed, his lips finding the faint beauty mark near my knee.

“My turn to make some new ones,” he smirked, his eyes dark with warmth as he began to reverse his path—leaving a trail of soft, lingering kisses along my thigh, the curve of my hip, and across my stomach, making every inch of my skin tingle.

By the time he worked his way back up, my heart was fluttering. I brushed a lock of hair away from his forehead, looking up at him with a soft smile.

“William, you are ridiculous,” I whispered fondly as he finally captured my lips in a sweet, tender kiss.

He pulled me flush against him, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist and tucking my head under his chin. “I love you,” he murmured into my hair, pulling the blanket up over both of us as the warmth of the room wrapped around us.

i need requests like urgently.

Thank youuuu!!

AX72.||arber xhekaj.

smut.

folding for arber.

I threw my shoes out of my hands the second we walked through the front door. We had just gotten back home from a night out, and my chest was still tight with anger.

Arber and I had gotten into a heated argument in the car because he wouldn’t let me use his phone, which immediately led my mind down a rabbit hole of assumptions.

“Baby, I promise I’m not hiding anything bad,” he said, his voice calm as he locked the door behind us.

Ignoring him, I stomped down the hallway toward our bedroom, practically tossing my purse and whatever else I was holding onto the dresser.

“Yes, you are!” I yelled back, stripping out of my clothes as fast as I could just to vent the nervous energy.

Arber paused in the doorway, watching me with a heavy sigh. “If I was cheating on you, why would I even still be here?” he asked, the irritation in his tone giving way to genuine hurt that I’d even think he was capable of that.

“I don’t know, Arber! Why are you here?” I snapped, pulling my hair up into a quick, messy bun.

“Baby,” he said softly, his voice dropping into that quiet, grounding tone he always used when he wanted to pull me back. “Come here.”

He held his arms open. I paused and finally looked at him. His expression was soft, The tension in my shoulders began to dissolve, and I slowly walked over to him.

He pulled me into his arms, resting his chin on my head. “I’m sorry I said no earlier,” he explained softly as I settled into his lap, a sudden wave of guilt washing over me. “It’s just... there’s a surprise on there for you, and I didn’t want you to see it yet.”

My heart softened completely. I leaned up and kissed his lips—slow, deep, and passionate, pouring every ounce of my silent apology into it.

He shifted, gently turning me back onto the bed. His hands were warm and deliberate as he stripped out of his clothes and pulled away my remaining lace. I let my legs fall open for him, the lingering heat of our argument turning into a sudden, deep craving for his touch.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured breathlessly, resting between my thighs. The tip of his cock brushed against my entrance before he slowly, slid all the way inside.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered again, starting a rhythm that wasn't rough or rushed, but slow, deep, and impossibly loving—his way of proving that he never meant any harm.

“I forgive you,” I moaned, reaching up to grip his firm biceps for support as he gradually picked up the pace.

“I love you so much. I’d never do that to you,” he spoke between soft, ragged breaths, the sincerity in his voice making my heart flutter against my ribs.

“I know,” I breathed back, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist as he nodded against my neck.

I leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his chest. “I’m sorry for being mean,” I apologized softly. “And I’m so sorry for accusing you.”

Before he could answer, a sharp wave of pleasure rippled through me. My back arched up off the mattress, my fingers digging deeper into his shoulders as the coil in my stomach pulled impossibly tight.

“Cum for me, baby,” he rasped, wrapping his arms securely around my back to hold me flush against his chest.

I felt his cock twitch inside me, and that was all it took. The tension snapped, and we tumbled over the edge together, our soft moans blending into the quiet warmth of the dim room.

i lowkey am running out of requests.

RL9.||ryan leonard.

smut.

makeup sex.

It had been three days since Ryan left on a roadie, which meant it had been three days without talking to him—completely ignoring every single call or message he sent me. Right before he left, we had gotten into a massive argument where he called me a bitch out of pure frustration. I’d been giving him the cold shoulder ever since.

A few of his teammates had even messaged me to check in, but I ignored them too. I really didn’t care at the time; I just wanted him to feel the weight of what he said.

Today, though, Ryan was supposed to get back. Id be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous. I had been anxiously checking the clock all day, watching the minutes tick by with a knot tightening in my stomach.

By 8:30 PM, I had just finished taking a hot shower and was settling down for the night. I walked into the kitchen, brewed myself some warm tea, and turned on the TV to catch up on my favorite show.

I was sitting on the couch, trying to stay focused on the screen, when I heard the front door unlock. Ryan walked in. Instantly, the air in the room felt suffocatingly thick. I tried my absolute best to pretend he wasn't there, keeping my eyes glued to the television.

He locked the door behind him, stole a quick glance at me, and headed straight upstairs to put his stuff away and get into the shower himself.

I let out a long breath I didn’t even realize I was holding. I nodded to myself, assuming he’d probably just crash in bed after his shower—giving me the clear signal to sleep on the couch in peace.

Then, the doorbell rang. I got up, walked to the door, and found a delivery driver holding a box of fresh pizza. Ryan must have ordered it on his way home.

I took the box, murmured a quiet "thank you," and set it down on the kitchen island before returning to the couch and my show. A little while later, Ryan came downstairs, freshly showered with his hair still damp. He noticed the box on the island and walked over to it.

“You can have some... if you want,” he spoke nervously, his voice soft and hesitant.

I ignored him entirely, getting up from the couch to walk past him, wash my teacup in the sink, and walk right back. He watched my every move as he ate a quick slice. When I turned the TV off and laid down on the couch to scroll through my phone, he closed the pizza box, gulped down a glass of water, and kept his eyes on me as he retreated back upstairs to our bedroom.

I let out a heavy sigh once he was finally gone, staring at the ceiling as my thoughts ran wild.

Around 1:00 AM, the soft sound of footsteps creaked down the stairs. A moment later, I felt a heavy presence standing right in front of the couch.

I looked up to see him standing there. He had a comforter wrapped loosely around his body, his hair was a complete mess, and his eyes were bloodshot and swollen.

“I’m sorry... I’m so, so sorry. Please stop ignoring me,” he sniffled, his voice cracking painfully. “I tried apologizing so many times while I was gone. You never opened my messages, and you never answered my calls.” He continued to babble, overwhelmed by the silence between us.

Of course I had seen all his messages—I had read every single one. But hearing him say it aloud, sounding so genuinely broken, made my heart ache.

“I thought about you every single day,” tears streamed down his face, glistening in the dim light of the living room. “I was always completely alone whenever I wasn’t on the ice. Baby, please... I’m so sorry.”

He dropped to his knees right on the floor beside the couch, burying his face in his hands. I sat up, biting my lip as my stubborn anger completely melted away.

“Ryan... it’s okay. Get off the floor,” I finally caved, opening my arms to him.

He looked up, his face tear-stained and desperate. I reached out, grabbing his hands and helping pull him up onto the couch so he could lay on top of me.

“Shhh, don’t cry. It’s okay... I forgive you,” I whispered softly, kissing the top of his head and rubbing his bare back beneath the blanket.

Eventually, the heavy quiet set back in as his tears stopped and his breathing evened out. He let out a shaky sigh and sniffled.

“I missed you so much,” his raspy voice grunted into my neck.

I nodded, wrapping my arms tighter around him. “I know.”

“That’s the longest I’ve ever gone without talking to you,” he murmured, rubbing his puffy eyes with the back of his hand. “And I felt so alone.”

Hearing the vulnerability in his voice made my heart ache all over again. “Well, it’s all better now. I’m right here, and the argument is over.”

“I hate arguing,” he confessed, chewing anxiously on his lower lip.

I couldn't help but smile at how sweet and soft he was being. Reaching up, I cupped his chin, gently pulling his face up so he was forced to look at me. I leaned in and pressed my lips firmly against his.

The moment our mouth met, a soft, involuntary moan escaped his throat. The kiss quickly deepened, turning from a quiet apology into a needy, passionate make-out session.

He shifted his weight, grinding his hips down into mine as his breath hitched. I let out a light giggle at his impatience.

“Are you needy?” I asked teasingly.

Ryan blushed deep red, burying his face in the crook of my neck to hide his embarrassment, but he didn't slow his movements for a second. “I just want to show you how sorry I am,” he mumbled against my skin.

“Yeah? Show me,” I encouraged him softly.

He reached down, pulling his pants off and quickly helping me out of mine.

“Mmm... keep going,” I whispered as his hand guided himself against me, slowly sliding all the way in.

I gasped, my legs wrapping tightly around his waist as he began to move. He thrusted into me—hard, deep, and steady—releasing days of built-up tension, frustration, and raw emotion with every single stroke.

“Ugh,” he groaned deeply into my shoulder, the sound sending a shiver through me and causing a quiet whimper to escape my lips.

“Ryan... oh fuck, ugh,” I moaned, my nails digging into the bare skin of his back as the rhythm intensified.

“I missed you... I missed you so much,” he repeated, his voice thick with emotion, making sure I felt every word.

The pleasure built rapidly between us, overwhelming and fast.

“I’m gonna cum,” I gasped, squeezing my eyes shut as the waves started to hit me.

“Me too,” he groaned, picking up his pace to a fast, desperate rhythm.

A second later, I felt him twitch buried deep inside me, a rush of warm liquid filling me up as he let out one last heavy groan. We collapsed against each other on the narrow couch, tangled in the comforter, panting heavily in the quiet room as we simply held each other and took in every second of being close again.

awh guys i think i really enjoy writing about ryan.

MC71.||macklin celebrini.

smut.

mack pillow fucking.

I laughed as Mack made a joke, but stopped, noticing Will's usual happy mood shifting.

“You okay?” I asked, looking at him.

He nodded softly, holding his head. “I have a headache,” he said, and I immediately got up from my spot beside Macklin.

“Come take a nap,” I said, guiding him toward my room. He thanked me, lying down and closing his eyes. I left, heading back to the living room, where Macklin sat on the couch with a mad face, his arms crossed and pouting.

“What happened, love?” I asked, grabbing some water and medicine to take to Will.

He turned his head away and got up, walking toward the guest room as I went to my room to give Will his medicine and water. A couple of hours passed, and I offered Will a ride home since he still didn’t feel well. He agreed.

“Mackie, I’m going to take Will home. Wanna come?” I asked.

He ignored me completely, so I left, not thinking anything of it. The drive to Will's house wasn’t far, and about fifteen minutes later, I was finally back home.

I walked inside and took my shoes off, hearing faint noises coming from my room. I walked quietly and peeked inside, watching. Macklin naked, cock buried deep in the pillow Will had been using.

He held the pillow tightly in his hand, folding it over and thrusting into it, soft whimpers leaving his throat.

“Not fair... my girlfriend,” he spoke softly as he moved faster, trying to assert dominance over a pillow.

“Macklin,” I said, loud enough for him to hear.

He looked up at me, drool running down his parted lips. “Mmmm,” he moaned desperately.

“Baby, what’s all this?” I asked, walking over to him, my hand lightly scratching his bare back as he continued his heavy strokes, his body growing jagged and tense.

“My pillow...” he let out a pathetic sob, his knuckles turning stark white from the fierce grip he had on the fabric.

“All this because of jealousy over Will sleeping in my room?” I asked.

He nodded, panting heavily, not stopping his frantic movements for even a second.

“Is my baby going to cum?” I asked, watching as his entire body began to shake.

I gently took the pillow from his hand, holding it firmly in place for him so his hands could brace against the mattress, and he quickened his pace even more.

His ragged cries filled the room as he finally let go, thick ropes of cum painting the folded pillow I held for him.

“Good boy,” I praised him softly, letting go of the now damp pillow as he collapsed against the bed.

“Go get cleaned up, and no more jealousy,” I laughed, shaking my head before turning and heading to the laundry room.

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PK88.||patrick kane.

fluff.

our feature.

“Can you get her a bottle?” Patrick said as he carried his niece. The little girl was about two years old and ready for a nap, her head resting heavily against his shoulder while he rubbed her back as he walked towards me.

We had been staying at Patrick’s family’s lake house for about a week now, and my baby fever was beyond sky-high after watching him with all of these kids and seeing how naturally good he was with them.

I walked into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle out of the cabinet and carefully measuring out the right water-to-formula ratio before placing it in the bottle warmer.

“Are you tired, Mia?” I softly rubbed her little hand, making the baby yawn against his chest, her chubby cheeks squishing adorably.

I smiled, quickly snapping a picture of them together on my phone before turning back around. I grabbed the bottle, gave it a thorough shake, and tested a few drops on my wrist to make sure it wasn’t too hot. When I held the bottle out, Mia lifted her head and looked over at Patty. He gently took it from my hand and walked back outside to feed her on the shaded daybed.

I followed right behind him, but before I could even make it off the patio, one of his nephews came sprinting toward me.

“Y/N!” Carter, the three-year-old, cried out, wrapping his arms around my legs.

I immediately scooped him up into my arms. “What’s the matter, baby?” I gently wiped his tears as he clung to me, holding up his hand to show me a tiny scrape on his finger.

“Boo-boo,” his lips pouted, his lower lip trembling.

I rocked him softly and carried him inside, sitting him up on the kitchen island. I grabbed the first-aid kit from the cabinet, gently cleaned the minor scratch, and applied a colorful superhero band-aid. Pressing a soft kiss right over the bandage, I whispered, “All better,” which finally coaxed a small, half-shy smile out of the little boy.

After quickly tidying up the supplies, I carried Carter back outside toward the daybed where Patty was currently feeding Mia.

“What’s up, buddy?” Patty asked, his tone instantly shifting to concern when he noticed Carter’s still-watery eyes.

“Boo-boo,” Carter proudly showed off his bandaged finger.

“He had a little cut, but we made it all better,” I said, giving Carter a reassuring hug.

Not far away, huddled near the patio table, some of Patrick’s family members were quietly chatting.

“Look at Patty, he’s total dad material,” his cousin whispered, earning an immediate nod of agreement from one of his aunts.

“I know, I never thought I’d see him act so naturally with babies,” she added, smiling fondly.

“And look at Y/N,” Patrick’s mom chimed in, her voice lowering just a bit. “I honestly hope they get to making babies soon. They'd be so good at it.”

“Play!” Carter demanded suddenly, scrambling off my lap.

I smiled as Patrick carefully handed a drowsy, milk-drunk Mia over to me. Her bottle was completely empty, and her eyelids were already drooping. I cradled the sleeping toddler softly against my shoulder, while Patty stood up and let Carter drag him toward the lawn to play. I stood nearby, watching them and making sure to keep my movements quiet so I wouldn't wake up Mia.

Carter grabbed a pair of mini hockey sticks, using Patrick as his personal goalie. I cheered them on in a quiet whisper, giggling to myself as Patrick dramatically flopped onto the grass every time Carter managed to score goal.

As the sun began to dip lower, casting a golden hue over the lake, Carter and Mia were finally carried inside for a proper nap. The house grew wonderfully quiet, leaving Patrick and me completely alone on the spacious outdoor daybed, tangled up together in the cushions.

“Finally got my man back,” I joked softly, throwing one leg lazily over his lap and resting my head against his chest so I could press a light kiss to his neck.

“Your man never left,” he murmured against my hair, dropping a warm kiss onto the top of my head.

“You know, you looked too hot in dad mode today,” I teased, lifting my head up to look right into his eyes.

“What can I say? The kids practically worship me,” he joked back with a cocky grin.

I playfully swatted his chest. “Stop it,” I laughed.

He caught my hand, pulling me down for a slow, lingering kiss. When he finally pulled back, his expression softened, his arms wrapping tightly around my waist to keep me flush against him. “Thank you, baby. You looked incredible with them, too.”

I traced lazy circles against the fabric of his shirt with my fingernails. “Be honest... do you want a baby?”

He didn't hesitate for even a second. “Yeah, I really do,” he said softly, his hands sliding up to cup my face before pulling me flush into his lap, making my heart skip a beat.

“I want one too,” I whispered, leaning down to press my lips against his, his hands immediately finding their way back to my waist, gripping me gently.

“I mean... we could always try to make one tonight,” he whispered with a wicked, hopeful smile.

Right as I was opening my mouth to answer him, the backdoor swung open and Patrick’s mom hollered from the porch:

“Pat, don’t wrap it up tonight! I want a grandbaby!”

patty kane returning to the hawks dreams do come true.

CB98.||connor bedard.

smut.

beach day sex.

“Did you have fun today?” Connor asked as we packed up our beach bag and made our way back to the car.

“Mhm, the beach is always fun with you,” I smiled, leaning into him as his arm wrapped securely around my waist.

Getting into the car and placing the beach bag in the back seat, Connor started the engine and began to drive.

“The sunset looks so pretty,” I gasped, pulling my phone out to snap a picture.

Connor nodded, spotting an empty scenic overlook, and backed the car into the space, putting it in park.

“Let’s watch it,” he said, getting out and walking around to open my door. He then popped the trunk, and we climbed into the back. I laid out a soft blanket we kept on the backseat. With my hair twisted up into a messy bun, I cuddled closely against Connor, our eyes fixed on the horizon.

“I had a really good day,” I whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his neck.

Connor pulled me around so I was straddling his lap. “I had a great day, too. Why don’t we end it even better?” he smirked.

I giggled and nodded, my heart fluttering against my ribs.

I shimmied Connor’s shorts down, his cock springing free, while he gently pulled my bikini bottoms to the side. Guiding myself down, I slid onto him, a soft moan escaping my lips at the sudden fullness. I wrapped my arms around Connor’s neck, resting my head against his shoulder as he began to move me up and down on his lap.

His oversized sweater clung to my skin as a slight evening breeze drifted past us, carrying the salty scent of the ocean while the sky burned in a brilliant mix of pinks, oranges, and purples.

“You feel so good, baby,” Connor groaned, his lips parting as his breathing hitched.

“Mmmm,” was all I could manage in response, my body clenching tightly around him, completely overwhelmed by his warmth and presence.

“Connorrr,” I moaned breathlessly, shifting my hips.

“Yes, baby, what’s up?” he murmured against my skin, kissing my neck tenderly.

“Mmm, ahh,” I cried out, feeling a sudden, intense wave of heat rush through me as my orgasm approached, my entire body shuddering violently as I came over him.

“Good girl,” he praised, holding me tight and letting me ride out the peak of my high before slowly sliding out.

Our lips met in a deep, lingering kiss as we caught our breath, savoring the quiet magic of the evening before tidying up, sliding back into the front seats, and driving the rest of the way home.

hottest man alive.