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Pairing | Matt Boldy x afab!reader Summary | (Boston College, fluff) | Matt had been in her orbit since they were freshmen, all day, every day. Until one night, when three words shifted everything. Authors Note | First ever Matt Boldy piece, don’t hurt me, I’m learning the ropes of him <3 Thank you, Cappy for beta reading this!!

She leaned her back against his bedframe, listening to the muffled music from the party below but taking a long observation of Matt’s room. She’d never properly had a look, not noticing the photos on his wall, the abandoned clothes in his hamper, the friendship bracelets and trinkets she’d given him on his desk. It was peaceful, a hiding place. His place of solitude. 

But she was far from peaceful. Her eyes hung heavy and the dread of going back downstairs and through the crowds loomed over her shoulders like an anchor. Parties were only so much fun for a while until the energy started draining and all y/n felt like doing was curling up under the sheets and falling asleep. 

The door opened a crack, and she sat up straight but sunk back down upon seeing Matt’s head peek in, followed by his body and closing the door behind him. He kicked his shoes off and sat next to her, shoulder to shoulder, tilting his head down to meet her eyes and smiling warmly. His whole presence was inviting and comforting, her shoulders feeling lighter as their limbs pressed into one another. 

“So, this is where you’re hiding, I’ve been looking for you. You okay?” He asked, his eyebrows raising with worry, face nervously close to hers. She never admitted it to anyone, but she loved the nasally undertones to his voice, something about how it was naturally rumbly and low managed to set little sparks in her chest alight.

“Sorry for intruding, I just needed somewhere quiet…” Her eyes searched his and she smiled. “I’m okay, just a bit tired and overwhelmed now.”

Matt took a deep breath and chuckled, unable to contain it when she made him feel so fluttery and giddy all the time. His heart found a slow pace again, only hammering when he thought he’d lost her downstairs, unable to find her hanging around their usual spots and he feared he’d been ditched. The relief to find her in his room was nothing hockey could ever compare to but all he wanted was to pull her close and cuddle until the sun came up. But he couldn’t risk that jump - they were friends first.

“Hey, it’s cool. Come here whenever you want, I don’t mind.” He nudged her shoulder with his lightly, cherishing the giggle she released as his chest swelled at how calming to his ears it was, the song he could listen to forever.

Matt always had this way to her heart. He had the right words, and the right thoughts and read her like a book. And she adored him. Painfully adored him to the extent that she was at his beckoning call, and she knew he was like her shadow too. Matt had enamoured her, to the pits of her heart and that’s what made her persistently nervous whenever he was in her proximity.  

“Sounds like you want me in your room more, Matty. Got those dirty fantasies going on, huh?” She smiled and poked his chest playfully, pushing aside her own fantasies for once and mirroring his grin.

“Well, no, that’s not what I meant- I mean I wouldn’t mind- Nevermind.” He fumbled over his words with rosy cheeks, his attempt to defend his honour ending in defeat when he hid his face in his hands. 

With the tenderness her fingers wrapped around his wrists, his muscles flinched upon the contact, y/n slowly pulled his hands away and tilted his head back to look at her.

She brushed strands of his hair away from his face and softly murmured. “I’m teasing, you’re just cute when you’re flustered. Thanks.” 

Her hands dropped to her lap, his following, but his hand edged closer to her thighs while never breaking eye contact. If her nerves weren’t raging as they were before, they stirred violently in her stomach at the sudden shift, her heart thrumming in her ears and the insatiable urge to grab him by the t-shirt and kiss him into the mattress more consuming than ever. Their faces inched closer, smiles dropping feeling their breaths tangled.

“I can take you home if you want…ooor you can…” Matt’s voice rumbled in his chest quietly, eyes flickering to her lap as his fingers crept closer and then back at her eyes. He hesitated, licking his lips and swallowing.

She only broke his gaze when his fingers laced with hers, warmth spreading through her palm and the heavy weight on her shoulders lifting completely, his affection giving her a floaty feeling that incited a fuzzy excitement in her stomach. 

He finished his sentence in a whisper, squeezing her hand with gentle pressure. “...stay with me?”

“I’d love to stay.” She gave a small smile. “Why were you looking for me? All your friends are down there.”

His hands felt sweaty, worryingly sweaty since she was holding it as well and a perfectly coherent sentence in his head blurted out in a flustered panic. “You’re also my friend, my best friend, actually. Why wouldn’t I wanna be with you? That’s what best friends do, they-”

It was an opportunity, an opening, and she exhaled deeply. The pink dusting over his cheeks and sweaty palms gave her all the motivation she needed to spit the words stuck on her tongue out. Adrenaline coursing and enough time between them to hold memories to support his intentions - the hand holding, the quality time, the adoration in his eyes and the bumbling nerves whenever they sat close - were not one of a friend.  

“Am I though?” She asked abruptly, his eyes widening slightly as his jaw faltered, finding the words.

“-No…no, you’re more than that.” He breathed, releasing her hand and cupping her cheeks, closing the small space between them with a long-awaited and yearning kiss. 

She threaded her fingers through the hairs on his nape, pressing herself close to his body letting the anxieties free from her, mind emptying into a bliss where she bathed in his soft hums vibrating against her lips as they moved with hers languidly. His hands glided from her face down her chest, stopping at her waist to pull her onto his lap, a hand on either of her thighs that straddled him before caressing their way back to the curves of her midriff. The feeling bursting between them felt ecstatic like pieces of their puzzle finally fell into place.

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perv | pt. 2 | s. crosby

after being called out for his perverted actions, he gets a taste of his own medicine.

warnings: smut (18+ ONLY MDNI, piv, oral, for visual purposes only), sidney being a perv,

retired!sidney crosby x younger!fem reader

read pt. 1 here

"i was wondering, if you'd wanna see the real thing?"

sidney was sure he was in a dream. how did he end up here? how did he get himself in this promiscuous situation? oh, right. he was being a perv, that's how.

he was frozen in time. his mouth slightly agape as he was stuck, watching her- the stunning young woman in front of him take her bikini top off. the top strings come undone, gravity making them fall and unfold on top of her stomach. god, he feels like a teenager again, remembering what it felt like looking at a playboy magazine for the very first time. hard. painfully hard.

then she reaches around her back, pulling at the delicate bow that sidney had politely tied for her. then, it falls.

she steps closer to him, reaching for his hand. inside she's freaking out a little bit- why hasn't he said anything? but she pushes the thoughts aside and takes his hand, forcing him to palm her breast. he breathes in sharply, biting his lip.

"y'know sidney, i've heard rumors about hockey players," she whispers, leaning into his touch as his hand plays with her breast.

"probably all bad," he chokes out. he takes his other hand and rests it on her back, pulling her closer to him while he squeezes lightly on her round flesh.

"just mostly, that hockey players only care about themselves in bed," he hums, "they only have one setting when they're fucking women," he raises his eyebrow.

"and what might that be?" he teases, the tip of his nose just centimeters away from hers.

"rough. hard, fast," she runs her hands up his chest, she can feel the toned but soft muscles that are underneath his soft t shirt. she feels his breath pattern change, his eyes have grown a little bit darker by now. "i've even heard that they can't even make a woman cum." he grins, "is that true, sidney?"

by now, his hands have started to play with the strings on the bottom pice of her bikini. he's lightly playing with the bows that are holding it together, teasing to pull them apart.

"partially," he grips her hips, pulling her close to him as he starts to walk backwards into a hallway. "what part is not true?" she responds.

he opens the door to his bedroom. he backs her up to the bed, the back of her knees hitting the mattress and forcing her to sit on the bed. he stands in front of her, taking off his shirt to reveal his broad, tan chest. she takes in a deep breath.

"not true? that i can't make women cum," he takes her legs in his hands, spreading them as wide as she would let them go for him. she bites her lip while feeling his rough hands smooth over her soft thighs. she lays back on her elbows as he sinks to his knees, putting her legs over his shoulders.

he stares at the bright red, thin material that's been keeping him from getting the good stuff this whole time- it's been taunting him. he presses his nose up against her clothed cunt, taking in a deep inhale of her scent. she doesn't know whether to be turned on or turned off, but the feeling of his nose pressed up against her clit is heavenly. he mouths at her pussy a couple times, his teeth grazing against her clit draws a moan from her. he chuckles.

"you sure you wanna keep going?" he asks.

"now you're asking for consent? after taking pictures of me, groping my breasts, and putting your nose in my pussy?" she laughs, untying her bottom piece and shimmying to get it off, tossing it onto the floor. "get to work sidney, show me you're not lying about that rough and fast part."

he takes a rough grip on her thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs there's going to be bruises in the morning. he doesn't care, she asked for it to be rough. he spits on her pussy, taking his tongue and pressing it flat against her clit, shaking his head side to side.

out of pure physical response she spreads her legs wider, arching her back off the mattress. she moans, feeling the hot, wet friction against her clit. sidney pulls back to get a breath, kissing the inside of her thigh just briefly before sucking at her folds. inserting his tongue into her hole, then licking up a stripe along her wet cunt.

she's giggling out of pleasure, gripping the sheets and moaning into the air. she takes a hand and stuffs it into his salt and pepper hair, gripping tightly, as if she is holding him in place. "don' stop," she breathed out, grinding her cunt up against his mouth. she feels him smile against her, what a dirty dog.

he starts to lap up her juices, licking fat stripes up and down her cunt. she's giving him the loudest moans he's ever gotten, letting out a string of curses with his name mixed in with it.

"please," she inhales sharply when he wraps his lips around her clit and sucks harshly, "ohmygod- fuck i'm cumming sidney!" she shrieks, gripping onto his hair he thinks she might pull some of it out.

with just a few short hard sucks, she cums on his tongue just like he wanted her to. squeezing her thighs around his head, his ears ring just a little bit before he spreads them with his hands. one more lick to her cunt, getting every last drop on his tongue, he swallows everything she just gave him. dirty.

she sits up, brushing her hair back with her fingers and reaching for the waist band of his shorts. she pulls his hard cock out, grinning at how big he is. that gets his ego going.

she licks her hand, jacking him while looking deep in his eyes. this girl is going to kill him- and they only met twenty minutes ago.

"goddamn- lay back again. all the way on the bed," sidney climbs on the bed with her, keeping her legs spread as he stood on his knees in between them. he picked her up by the back of her thighs, pulling her against him to line his dick up with her aching hole.

he took his thumb, pressing it against her clit as he drug his tip through her folds. he got a kick out of watching her facial expressions, her eyes screwing shut as he teased her pussy. "ohmy- please put it in sidney-"

she let out a sharp gasp as he started to press inside of her, hearing him moan as he slipped inside her tight hole. "suckin me in baby," he pressed the palms of his hands on either side of her head, inching in all the way in her cunt until he couldn't go any further.

he saw tears brimming her eyes, for a second he felt bad but then he felt her thighs squeeze around him, pulling him forward as close as he could get. "it hurts so good," she breathed out, dragging her nails down his chest.

"yeah? you like your hole stuffed full of cock don't you?" she nodded her head while he started to thrust. starting off slowly, grinding into her in and out, in and out, in..and...out.

"keep going," she arched her back and moaned, locking her hands around his neck to try and bring him closer but he isn't budging. he wants to stay above her, to watch, to analyze. see how she's reacting to his big and bad attitude.

he hasn't picked up his pace, he's stayed slow and steady for at least a minute. it's driving her crazy, he can tell. and he loves it.

"c'monnnn sidney, is that all you got?" she whines, nails scraping down his shoulders, trying to get him to do something. "thought you were s'posed to be...fuckin' rough..or something," she whined in between thrusts from sidney.

"you want rough?" she nodded eagerly, "yeah baby?" he pulled out just halfway.

then suddenly he pushed back in, and started to push her halfway off the bed. the only part of her on the mattress were just her hips and nothing else. "fuckin' take it then," he said through gritted teeth.

holding onto her hips with an iron grip he fucked her hard, rough, and fast. just like she asked. the bed was creaking with every thrust he made and she was moaning and whining with every deep thrust she made, hitting her g spot every time.

he was deep inside of her, and she was so overwhelmed with pleasure. she shrieked again when she felt her orgasm coming along fast, her hands gripping onto the carpet underneath her while she felt him abuse her cunt with every snap of his hips.

"fuckin' cum baby, cum hard for me please-" that was all he had to say before she was screaming his name in pleasure, her orgasm coming like a tidal wave over her body. she felt her arms give, before she was going to fall completely sidney held onto her legs, using his strength to pull her up and face him again.

still inside of her, he kindly brushed hair out of her face and brushed his hands along her flushed cheeks.

"was that enough for you? or you want more?" he teased, both of his hands gripping her ass hard to keep her in place.

she's still catching her breath, but she lets out a light laugh, "give me all you got, captain."

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they'll show a close up of matthew knies and my fucking internal organs start clenching. my uterus is doing somersaults out here

why are all bucky barnes fics tagged sebastian stan x reader. i hate it. sometimes i don’t wanna read that!! i wanna read sebastian stan and i hate it and it’s so annoying

Why is it so hard for people to use tags correctly??

Why are you tagging your fics with character x oc as character x reader it’s so god damn annoying! I’m not gonna read your fic just bc you used the tag!! If I wanted to read about character x oc I would go in that tag to find it.

It’s really not that hard to tag things correctly so please do that. It’s so hard to find the fics you want to read when the tag used to find them are filled with fics that has nothing to do with it.

This also gos for when you tag A x B when the fic isn’t about those characters.

if i was president of the fia i would require teammates to do a good luck kiss with tongue before every race

i hope the entire tkachuk family rots in hell. fucking disgraceful family.

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