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haddonfieldwhore · 3 months
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offline - vince dunn
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streamer!vince dunn x reader
summary: everyone in vince’s chat thinks he’s in love with you, which makes hiding your relationship interesting
warnings: a few uses of y/n, i think that’s it. not too proud of this one
word count: 0.9k
“bluepanda2, thank you for the 5 gift subs,” you heard vince say into his microphone as you passed by his streaming room. he had been on for nearly 4 hours already, and while you were used to the long streams he did by now, nearly six months into your relationship, you did still get impatient waiting for his attention sometimes. you had been friends with vince for a few years, having met through a mutual friend and staying in touch via text, until one day he gained the courage to ask you out, and here you were now. knowing the stress that the public eye could put a lot of stress on a new relationship, you had both decided it would be best to keep your romance a secret, at least for the first little while. months had gone by and some people were suspicious, and some people just wanted it to happen from the few times you had appeared on or been mentioned in streams.
you didn’t always watch his streams, honestly not having the time to some days, and also feeling like you were spying on him sometimes when you did. but tonight you found yourself missing the man who was just up the stairs from you, and curled up on the couch in his living room with the stream pulled up on your phone.
“guys i’m gonna wrap things up soon. i have a friend coming over so i have to hop off early tonight,” he explained.
- is it y/n?
- i bet it’s y/n
- ^^ i wish they would stream together again
“maybe one day y/n will come over and come on the stream again. i’ll ask them.” vince smiled, reading the chat.
- he’s blushing!!!
- dunner is in love <3
- //youtube link - vince simping compilation//
- are you two dating yet?
- ^^ they’re just friends
- ^^ sure they are lol
"chat, i need you to stop linking clips about me crushing on y/n," he laughed, the crinkles by his eyes on full display, along with the dimple in his cheek that you loved so much. “we’re just friends.”
you smiled as you watched your boyfriend interact with his viewers, knowing how much they meant to him. hopefully one day soon you would be able to tell them the truth, but you both weren’t ready yet. vince wrapped up the stream, and you shut your phone off as you heard his footsteps coming down the stairs.
“hey, you’re offline early today,” you smiled as he flopped onto the couch next to you. “how was the stream today?”
“it was good. did you watch any of it?” he asked.
“i just caught the last couple minutes,” you smiled mischievously. “you know, when everyone was saying how much you love me.”
“hmmm,” he hummed, pulling you close and kissing your lips softly. “they’re right.”
“do you think we should tell them soon?” you asked, and he shrugged.
“i want to,” he ran his hand over his face. “i just know how people can be. and once it’s out there we can’t take it back, you know?”
“yeah, i get it. for now i’m happy having you all to myself,” you smiled, pulling on his arm until he laid on top of you, his head resting on his chest. your fingers ran through his curls, the soft locks slightly matted down from wearing his headset for so long.
“did you miss me or something?” he teased, and you flicked his forehead with your finger.
“yes, actually,” you pouted, and he laughed as he crawled further on top of you, his hands on either side of your head as his body hovered above yours.
“baby if you want my attention, you just have to ask,” he said sweetly, kissing you again.
“another quote that would get added to the compilation video?” you teased.
“definitely,” he smiled, and it was you that kissed him this time, hands tangling in his hair as you pulled him down. his teeth played with your bottom lip as you felt more of his weight on top of you.
“are you tired, vin?” you asked, and he nodded, laying fully on top of you now and burying his face in the crook of your neck. you giggled as he kissed your neck, his stubble tickling against your skin. “vince-“ you whined as he nipped at the skin softly, his hands on your waist, fingertips sliding just under the hem of your sweater. he only hummed in response as he left wet kisses up to your jaw. his lips finally traveled up to your again for one more kiss, before he sat up.
“i’m sorry i never pay enough attention to you,” he said, and you shook your head.
“it’s okay, i’m just being clingy,” you laughed. it honestly wasn’t an issue, there were just some nights you wanted to be close to him when you couldn’t. “maybe i could hang out with you on stream again soon, if the viewers are okay with it.”
“sure, you can tomorrow night if you want,” he said, and a devilish smile tugged at his lips.
“why are you making that face?” you asked nervously and he laughed.
“no reason,” he laughed, before pointing at your neck.
“but if you’re going to be on the stream, we’re gonna have to hide that hickey.”
prompt @novvasdreamscape
disclaimer: all screenshots, events, and/or interactions depicted in this are a work of fiction. i have no association with any parties mentioned
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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 3 months
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Like no one is watching
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summary: a little stream rekindles feelings that had been lurking somewhere in between the lines. Or have they?
a/n *hits chest* guilty, guilty, guilty... yet I had to write this because I was about to go insane. Don't come for my head. Had never written for this man before. Enjoy. 🤍🫧
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It was supposed to be a chill night. Nothing big. Nothing special. All Vince wanted was to hang out with a couple of his old friends and mess around for a bit on stream. He needed to get his mind off the last couple of games that weren't his best. And it was just that—a good evening filled with goofy jokes—until Brian went quiet for a minute before saying, "Uuu, Y/N is coming over," and Vince's body nearly had an out-of-body experience. One that makes you fella as if, suddenly, you are standing a foot away from your body, and it almost feels like tunnel vision, but then it all snaps back into place. Yet Vince pulled the most neutral facial expression he could master before saying, "The one from the game?" making Brian simply hum in confirmation as he typed out a message to you.
The thing was, that it was stupid to even pretend that Vince didn't know you. Or that he only had seen you in one of his games as Brian's plus one. Well, besides being one of the NHL investor's daughter—a tag you shook off with a frown every time. You had made quite a name for yourself on your own. You had graduated from medical school with honors. And had opened a boutique in downtown Chicago... Not that Vince was keeping tabs or anything.
The truth was that he had never paid much attention to you at sports events or gatherings. Not that you were there often. But something about you standing there in the stands during his last game had messed with Vince's brain chemistry, and Vince just hadn't been the same ever since. He had, of course, asked Brian about your friendship and felt even more whiplashed when his friend casually shrugged while saying that you two had known each other for years. A friend of a friend. And since the energy was comparable, you had stayed in touch.
"Vince, keep the chat entertained while I let her in," Brian got up quickly, but not before stopping to address chat too, "Guys, your favorite person is here." Vince was once again left wondering how many times you two streamed together. And kicking himself for never really finding the time to watch his friends' lives. Laughter echoed from the hallway, and Vince had to mentally tell himself not to look back so he wouldn't come off too desperate. Paying extra attention to the sea of messages about how everyone was so excited to see you.
"Make some noise, make some noise," Brian shouted as he sprinted back, clapping his hands. He pulled the mic to his lips, "The one and only, Y/n Y/L/N." Your laughter filled the room, quickly followed by the clicking of your heels. "You are insane," you muttered, stepping through the door. A slight surprise washed over your face when your eyes fell on Vince, sitting in one of the chairs, but it was quickly masked by a warm smile. "Oh, hey, Vince," you muttered before leaning forward slightly to wave at the camera.
"Hey guys, long time no see. Please tell me that you've been making fun of Brian for me", you smirked, sticking your tongue out at him. "Changed my mind; I don't want you here," he huffed, playfully pulling at your hand. Vince blinked a couple of times. Finally realized that he had been staring at you the whole time, but then who could blame him? You had caught his eye back then with a messy bun, baggy jeans, and his team's jersey on. Now, with a black dress, heels, and full of glam. Lord was on his side, and he was sure glad that he had been sitting.
"Do I know Vince?" you read, your eyes darting to the awfully quiet hockey player to your right. "Yeah, we met. Was at his game, actually", you nodded slowly. "I should know all the rules by now, but..." Pulling a face, you shook your head. You avoided the games like a plague. Daddy's girl in the stadium. Those words alone made you want to run. You would rather fall face-first into dog shit. "We'll get you to more games, and you'll get it in no time," Vince's voice made your head snap back to him. The fucker dared to smirk too. Oh, but you knew his type. Heard all about it, and two could play this game. "Is that an offer?", you asked innocently. Vince only shrugged as he leaned back in his chair, "A fact." Your eyes stayed glued to each other. You hated how you could never get a read on him. How could a guy look both like the biggest mistake and like a gift from the Lord himself?
"They want to see your fit, Y/n," Brian's voice made you blink. Turning your attention back to the camera, you muttered, "Oh, wait," you backed up slightly. Trying to fit at least most of your body in a frame. "Do a twirl," Brian clapped his hands like a kid, making you shake your head. "Of fuck you, that's stupid," you muttered. "No cap, do a twirl," he motioned with his finger for you to do as he said. You rolled your eyes, but then you did feel cute today, so a little hype has never hurt anybody. "It's nothing," you said as you twirled a couple of times, "a black dress and these awful heels." You lifted one of your feet slightly, showing the sparkly, black heel.
"My turn!" Brian shouted, stepping up front as he went on a rant about what he was wearing. You stepped aside with a giggle. He was way too excited to do this, so alcohol had to be involved in this steam in some way. "Sponsorship event?", Vince said under his breath, clearly only trying to catch your attention. "You know it...", breathing out, you let out a sigh. People might call you ungrateful for this, but you hated attending anything that involved your father and his money. You were like a shiny toy for him. "Do you hate them?", he asked, catching a slight frown on your face. "Tell me about it," you said, laughing under your breath. "I ain't a fan as well," he added with a nod. "Oh, I know", you muttered, stepping aside from his chair.
"I will go for now; I need to get out of these before I start bleeding all over the floor," you chuckled, pointing to your feet once you found a minute of silence. You didn't want to just get up and walk out, so one way or another, you would have to find a little excuse to slip away. "Just get them off here," Brian muttered, not seeming to care as he scrolled through his playlist, looking for a new song to sing along to. "And flash the chat while doing so?", you rolled your eyes, "You wish for free content like that." You were about to wave your last goodbye when Vince cut in, "I'll get them." For a split second, you had hoped that you had misunderstood his intentions. So you just shook your head with a polite, "It's okay," but Vince scooted his chair closer. "No, no, I got it," he muttered, bending over.
A breath hitched in your throat as you felt his hands on your skin. "No, Vince," you muttered. But he just continued pulling at the strap; his warm fingers touching your cold ankle, sending shivers down your whole body. He fidgeted with it for a moment, but with an awkward angle, it sure wasn't an easy task. You were hoping that he was just going to give up, but his palm grasped your leg just slightly above your knee as he nudged it to a more comfortable angle for him. You nearly let out a shriek, but it turned into you biting your lip. Your hands pressed against his shoulder as you steadied yourself.
But God the feeling of relief once he finally pulled the scrappy shoes off. Near heavenly. Making your head fall back as you hummed in delight, "Remind me to boycott high heels from today," you muttered. Not to mention that you didn't miss the way Vince's hands lingered on your skin before he pulled back away from you. His gaze moves upwards to catch your eyes. And the urge to just take his face between your fingers and... Pull yourself together, Yn. You turned away quickly. Hoping to hide the slight blush on your cheeks. "It was nice seeing you guys", you waved your hand to the camera before quickly picking up your heels and padding out of the room.
Vince's heart was beating so hard against his chest. He was toying with a dangerous line. Girls like you were off-limits for a reason. The rules were pretty clear, too. It was bad enough that this was on the internet. One stupid move and his head would be drilled raw with people screaming at him. Nor did it help that your daddy dearest had spent some pretty coin on his team this year. Yet Vince was itching to get up and follow you. Little could be done with the cameras on, but outside this room, where no one could see you...
"Do you want another drink?" Vince said, causing Brian to shake his can, which, to Vince's luck, was indeed empty. "I'll get..." Brian had started, but Vince was already up and out of his chair. "I've got you, man," he said, tapping his friend's shoulder. He only had one shot at this. You can only get lucky so many times. But he didn't even need to go looking for you because the moment Vince rounded the corner to the kitchen, you were there. Leaning against the counter with your hands crossed over your chest.
"You're following me or something?", you muttered, tilting your head to the side. Vince tossed the empty cans out. "Or something," he muttered back. "Now you think you're funny?", you raised an eyebrow at him, pushing back from the corner to step closer to him. "What do you want, Dunn?", you asked, narrowing your eyes at him. A smirk tugged on his lips. That devilish one. One that turned him from an angel to a man of sins in seconds. "Back to the last name once again; you know I like it." His words were breathy and low as he reached up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, causing you to pull back.
"You look really good," Vince muttered, letting his eye fall down your body. Following your curves before your laughter filled the empty place. "Why are you laughing?" he asked, frowning slightly. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you shook your head, "You came here to tell me that I looked good?". This guy was something different. Yet your fingers reached up to his jaw, brushing over his jawbone. "You're adorable," you muttered. This time it was Vince who was pulling away, "I'm not adorable."
You bit your lip, trying to keep a serious face. Of course, he would get offended by a comment like that. "Yeah, I forgot that you're an angry puppy, my bad," you said with a firm nod of your head. Vince let out a huff, licking his lips as he stepped forward once more, towering over you. "Careful," he breathed out, leaning closer to your face. "Or what?", you urged him, not willing to back down. Your own hands moved to rest against his chest as you stepped on your toes. His warmth seeped into your palms. Vince's arms were pressed on either side of you. Caging you within his arms, "Or you might see a very different side of me." Your smirk matched his now as you bit your lip, tilting your head to the side. "Like..." you pushed on, wanting to see just how far he would let himself go.
"Not afraid that daddy will get mad?" The warm feeling in your stomach turned to ice. The smile faded from your lips as you reared back. "Oh, fuck you," you hissed, pulling at his arm to get away from him. You should have known better. "Y/n," Vince tried to grasp your arm, but you yanked it away quickly, "Forget it, Dunn." With a quick look around the kitchen, you grabbed your stuff and headed straight to the door, cursing yourself for willingly choosing to come here in the first place.
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leafsbabe · 5 months
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Vince Dunn- thigh riding (SMUT)
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Vince and you had only just started dating when you came up with the idea. The two of you had spent every waking moment going at it like bunnies, so it was no surprise that your Valentine’s Day gift to Vince was something related to sex. Granted, maybe the sexy coupons were a little self serving, but so were the multiple sets of lingerie he had gotten you. 
Now, several months later, you had worked your way through most of the little booklet (and more than one pair of lacy nothing). The spark was still very much present, but Vince liked peeling you out of a pair of sweatpants just as much as he liked unwrapping you out of lingerie.
You were camped out on the couch when Vince came home from hanging out with the boys. He looked so good, even if he insisted on wearing shorts in the chilly autumn weather. 
You watched as Vince toed off his shoes before he made his way to the couch, lifting up your blanket so that he could crawl in with you. The tip of his nose felt cold against your skin as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. 
“Did you have fun?” 
He hummed against your skin before lifting his face so he could look at you. 
“I missed you though.”
Vince looked so cute as he said it, rosy cheeks and pretty curls. You wanted to respond and tell him that you missed him, too, but then he shoved his cold hands under your hoodie so you had a few less than sweet words for him. 
A little time passed with the two of you laying there. Vince had his hands still buried under your hoodie while yours alternated between combing through his curls and stroking his back. It was a cozy evening for the two of you, and you were half convinced that he had fallen asleep on you when Vince lifted his head again. 
“Do you want to use up another coupon this weekend?”
You gave his curls a tug, smiling as he let out a small moan before smiling back.
“We can do that.” Sex with Vince was always fun, but the times you tried new things just stood out. “What do you have in mind?”
There were several coupons left, but it had been a while since you looked over them.
Vince’s smile didn’t leave his lips as he leaned down, letting his mouth ghost over your skin and pressing the softest kiss to your neck. Another one followed, this time against your jawline, before he finally spoke —not in a whisper but in a low tone that you listen closely.
“What’s your fantasy, Bunny?”
He pulled away without kissing you again, but when he saw your pout he relented and leaned back down to kiss it away.
“Need me to get anything for it? Special lube? New toys?” He paused to kiss you again. “A costume for roleplay?”
There had been a certain fantasy in your head when you had written it down. One you hadn’t yet tried even after months of dating. It was a simple fantasy, but something about it just made you feel awkward.
But if Vince could be brave and choose to fulfill a fantasy not knowing what it was, then you could be brave enough not to shy away.
“No, we don’t need any of that. I just need you. And maybe some lube.”
He bit his lip, so wonderfully Vince that you wanted to pull him down and kiss him again, but the look in his eyes made you pause.
“You don’t want to put something in my ass, right?”
“Not until you want to put something in my ass.”
The relieved look on his face lasted for maybe three seconds before his face fell and the pout returned. He’d survive.
You sat up properly and Vince followed. The blanket you had been laying under fell away through the movement, giving you the best view of Vince’s pale thighs where he was spreading them on the couch.
At least you managed to catch yourself staring.
“You’re not allowed to judge, okay?”
Vince nodded, holding up his little finger in front of your face.
“Pinky promise I won’t.”
Instead of linking your pinky with his, you leaned forward and gently bit his finger. He laughed but let you climb into his lap.
“I want to ride your thigh.” You said, sat across both of his legs. Vince looked like he was about to say something so you quickly continued. “And I know it’s selfish, but I promise I’ll get you off right after and you don’t even have to do anything, you can just lay down and let me do the work. It’ll be fun.”
You definitely rambled at the end but you couldn’t help it. You were so nervous for his reaction.
“That’s so hot.” 
That wasn’t the reaction you had imagined.
“Fuck, Bunny, please. Yes. Whatever you want.”
Vince’s arms wrapped around your middle and pulled you closer against him. This also caused your laps to touch, making you gasp when you realized that he was starting to grow harder underneath you. Vince seemed into the idea though, rutting up to seek out the contact. Oh.
“You’re into it?” It felt like a stupid question but you needed to hear him say it.
"Yes. Take off your pants.”
He was already tugging on your waist band, one large hand sliding inside to palm your ass and pull you closer again while he leaned in for a kiss.
Laughing, you pushed against his chest to get some space between you two. “You’re going to have to let me get up if you want me to take them off.”
It wasn’t until you were standing in front of Vince that you realized how fucking beautiful he looked. Wild curls, flushed cheeks, oversized hoodie, and these tiny shorts you wouldn’t even need to push up in order to ride his thigh.
It didn’t take you long to take off your pants and sit down on Vince’s lap again, this time with only one of his thick thighs between yours. 
The first touch of your pussy against his bare leg made you moan, the feeling of his warm skin against you nearly enough to make you miss his own moan, echoing yours.
“Fuck, Bunny. You’re so wet.” His voice sounded so fucked out already. Low and needy. So pretty.
You slowly started to move your hips, riding his thigh like you had fantasized about. At first he only looked at you, but it didn’t take long for Vince to start moving, too.
His hands found your hips, your waist, the soft part of your middle. Everywhere and nowhere at once as he pulled and pushed. You moved with him, riding and grinding, getting yourself off on his thigh.
It was almost funny how fast you got yourself worked up, but the feeling of finally getting what you wanted overshadowed it.
Vince leaned up to kiss you while his hands gripped your ass and pulled you harder against him. His hips seemed to move on their own, fucking up to let you feel just how hard he was for you and mindlessly chasing his pleasure not unlike yourself.
The change of angle made you moan but Vince wasn’t deterred, mouth moving from your lips to your neck and sucking hard enough to leave a tender mark within seconds. 
“Please, Vinny, please.”
He kept on guiding you, dragging you against his thigh and against his hard bulge, not hard enough to hurt but enough to give you all the friction you needed.
You picked up your pace, riding him like you needed to, not following the rhythm he was trying to set. It was so easy to get lost in the overwhelming pleasure. You barely managed to get your hand into Vince’s curls to pull him up and unto a kiss before you fell apart, still grinding against him, continuing the pressure on your clit.
You didn’t know how long you continued to move —no control over the way your hips rolled against his skin— but at some point the overstimulation stopped and you sat there with shaking thighs, still straddling Vince’s lap. When you looked down you saw it were his hands that were holding you still, the soft surface of his skin between your bodies shiny from your wetness.
Your voice was still shaky when you spoke after what felt like an eternity. “Thank you. That was…” You trailed off, not knowing how to describe the experience.
“Fuck.”
“Yeah. That.”
Vince and you smiled at each other before both of you laughed, a short sweet giggle that made you want to lean down and kiss him. So you did.
It was only when his hands on your hips tightened that you remembered something.
“Hey, let me…” You tried to reach for his shorts but Vince stopped you.
“You don’t have to.”
“I told you I’d get you back. It’s fine just let me…”
He just chuckled, leaning back against the couch. “I’m good. Give me like… ten minutes to recover.”
When you just looked at him he relented. “Maybe fifteen.”
It was only then that you noticed the dark spot on his shorts. At first you assumed it was from you grinding against him but then you realized.
“Did you come in your pants?”
“Did you expect me not to?” One of his hands came up to ruffle through his hair. 
That and the look on his face —a perfect combination of bashful and cheeky— just made you clench around his thigh again.
“Fuck, Vinny, that’s so hot.”
“I try.” 
You let yourself fall against his chest, cuddling closer when his arms curled around you. At some point he picked up the discarded blanket and wrapped it around the two of you before relaxing back.
“We’re getting you those shorts in every color.” You finally decided.
Vince just pressed a kiss to your temple before resting his head on yours.
“Whatever you want, Bunny.”
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lukeevangelista · 7 months
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imagine vince streaming and you walk into whatever room he’s in wearing only his shirt and he. can’t. take. his. eyes. off. of. you. and his viewers are either giving him shit or just flat out confused when he ends the stream just to spend time with you
Shirt - V. Dunn
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Coming back with a draft I’ve been holding onto for a little bit <3 enjoy
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You crawled out of bed, Vince’s tshirt from the night before gracing your body as you heard his voice echoing up the stairs.
Slowly walking down the stairs, you heard his voice getting louder and louder as he continued to yell at Sammy and some of the other boys, who you assumed he was playing with.
You hit the bottom step when you heard him let out a ‘ah fuck’, signaling he had died; once again.
“Another round? You really want to get killed again?” You heard him chuckle into his headset as his eyes slowly looked over at you as you reached up into the cabinet to grab a glass to fill with water.
His eyes quickly left your body as he started up another round. You walked over to where he was sitting, standing beside him, but out of the camera view.
“Dude what the hell?” Vince shouted as he died, his attention on you; him suddenly not caring about the game that was dancing across his two monitors.
His chat was suddenly flooded about how he was playing like shit in the last few minutes and how the others were kicking his ass.
He pointed out a few comments as they came in while the round was finishing, making comments back as the boys quickly went to start up another round, but Vince had other ideas.
He muted the mic as he watched you walk towards the couch, his shirt gracing your body, “Is that my shirt?” He asked, already knowing the answer to his question.
Of course it was his shirt. Matter of fact, it was his dress shirt that went with the suit he was wearing the night before. He remembered how it felt feeling your hands taking it off his body after the game- of course he recognized the shirt- and the very thought had him wanting to shut down the stream immediately and drag you back to bed to relive last night’s activities.
An notification popped up on the screen to alert him that he’d died.
Yet again and this time, you were the one to blame.
You sat on the couch just out of view of the camera but in his perfect line of sight- his eyes catching you over the top of his monitors, but for some reason, he couldn’t remove his eyes from your figure as a beep came through his headphones, signaling another round was fixing to start.
It wasn’t like you were doing anything particularly sexy, and maybe that was the frustrating part. Just by existing, he was ready to toss his headphones and jump your bones.
You were scrolling on your phone when you bit your lip and laughed at something under your breath. A few seconds later, you laughed again and threw your head back, exposing the marks he left on your neck last night that trailed from your neck down to your chest where they peaked out from the collar of his unbuttoned shirt.
Another notification popped up on his screen to signal that he died.
Perfect.
While his chat was screaming at him for sucking ass the entire time, all he could focus on was getting you back in bed. He bid a quick goodbye and ended the stream before tossing his headphones aside and striding over to you.
“Done already?” You asked as you felt his hands grabbing at you, pulling you to your feet; his hands caressing almost every inch of your body.
“Shut up.” he said as he kissed you. “Bedroom, now.”
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mack-devereaux · 4 months
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Hiii i wanna ask if ya can write something with Vince? Maybe him getting into a fight (so hot i love it) and hin hurting his wrist are something? And reader taking care of him afterwards. Plleeaassee
Vince Dunn
Omg this is my first request!! I’m so sorry it took so long! Also check out my other fic about Vince. I think they have a similar vibe. But This has no relation to that one. I had so much fun writing this. Just a reminder this is a work of fiction and my imagination, this is not based on true events. Thank you to the anon who requested!
Picture is from Pinterest, no triggers except for cursing and mentions of blood. I think that’s it! Enjoy!
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When Vince first moved to Seattle he was excited. This was a brand new team and he had more opportunities to make a name for himself as one of the more aggressive defensemen in the NHL. He had always had a temper on the ice, even in his early days in high school and in the OHL, and he was good at running his mouth. He was always respectful to the medical training staff and the coaching staff, he never took his anger or frustration out on the people who helped him get back on the ice.
Did he cause the fights on purpose? Maybe.
Was he mad about being hauled into the cute medical trainers office to get patched up? Absolutely not. He enjoyed talking with y/n and getting to know her a bit better.
Did he cause fights just to see her? No, he truly has a passion for the sport, he just sometimes got a little too involved with the banter sometimes. However a perk to all this was those few minutes alone with y/n. Although she never really spoke to him much outside of work and was always very quiet he knew how passionate she was about her job. No matter what she was always so attentive to the injury and informative about what she was doing to help said injured player.
Y/n loved the energy of the home games, she typically didn’t get to travel very much with the team, only to close games, but something about the atmosphere of home games had her just buzzing with energy. Most of the time she got to watch the game from the tunnels, it was the perfect spot to see most of the game and it was easy to drag injured players back to the locker room to tend to the injuries. Tonight’s game was a home game against the Colorado Avalanche again, a team known to get the Kraken a little riled up. Just the week prior Vince had gotten himself into quite the scrum and ended up with a cut on his nose while playing against the Avalanche.
*flashback to a week prior*
Y/n was sitting in the medical room at Ball Arena, going through the medical kits organizing some of the supplies. She had heard the roar of the crowd and immediately knew there was a fight that happened. Shortly after that, the third period had ended. Hearing the players stomping down the tunnel shouting and cheering she already knew who was headed her direction.
“Vince..” y/n sighed pulling all her medical supplies back out.
“Don’t act like you aren’t happy to see me” Vince chirped at the girl.
“You’re gonna have some serious damage to your nose if you don’t stop” y/n said as she was washing her hands and throwing her gloves on “I’m surprised you don’t have a permanent scar from how many times I’ve seen it busted”.
“That just means you are doing a great job babe. I’ve got you to thank for keeping me looking good” Vince smiles.
Y/n rolled her eyes and turned around trying to hide her blush. Knowing this was the exact reason as to why she fell for him. He was just so charming. He knew exactly what to say and that’s why she could never date him. That and the fact that she technically worked for the same organization as him. Were they coworkers? No, but surely it was still frowned upon. At least that’s what she told herself anyway. As she was cleaning off the blood from his nose she caught herself admiring him. He truly was one of the most beautiful people she’s ever laid eyes on. Once the bleeding stopped she checked for other injuries, and sent him to be with the rest of the team.
“Promise me you’ll keep out of trouble for at least the next week” she called to him as he walked away.
“For you? Never.” He added with a wink.
*present*
Five minutes left in the third period and y/n had gotten to watch maybe 10 minutes total of the game. Partially because she didn’t like seeing Vince fight much, and because the players definitely kept her busy. This was probably the most bloody noses and knuckles she had tended to in her entire career. Normally the crowd goes crazy and encourages fights, and she definitely enjoyed that. But for some reason she couldn’t stomach seeing Vince getting hurt. I guess she had Cupids arrow to thank for that. After a few more minutes gloves went flying, curse words were being yelled and the crowd went wild. Reluctantly she looked over in front of the players bench and Vince had thrown a Colorado player on his back.
“Oh for fucks sake Vince” she muttered under her breath.
“You got him or do you want me to take care of him this time” the head medical trainer asked y/n chuckling and shaking his head.
Y/n looked across the ice as Vince and the Avalanche player got tossed in their respective sin bins, she sees that Vince has his helmet off and is holding his wrist.
“I think he hurt his wrist, do you see him messing with it?” y/n points to Vince.
“I’ll take a look when we get back there but I’m sure he’s fine. I think you can handle it after that” the trainer says as they walk back to the locker room.
After the game y/n was in her office waiting for Vince, it had been nearly 40 minutes since the game ended. What was taking him so long? She knew Coach had told him to stop by after their after game meetings and interviews. While she was waiting she decided to tidy up and clean a bit. As she was cleaning her desk she found the puck that Vince had signed and gave to her earlier that year.
*flashback to late last season*
Y/n was standing behind the players bench. It was the last home game for the season, then they were headed into playoffs. Looking onto the ice she watched the players warm up and interact with fans. Vince was watching y/n as he was skating in circles, getting a boost of confidence he picked up a puck and signed it with a note. Smirking he passed by and shouted “hey y/n! Catch!”
Panicking y/n shot both of her hands in front of her face as the head medical trainer caught the puck before it smacked her in the face.
“Really Dunn?!” Y/n shouted.
Vince grinned and skated off, shaking her head she looked at the puck she noticed it said “hey pretty girl” with his signature. Blushing she shoved it in her pocket before she could get scolded.
“Oh he’s so got it bad for you” the trainer said.
“Leave the chirping to the players would you” y/n muttered “besides it’s not like I can date him anyway.”
“Technically…”
“Don’t tempt me” y/n sighed “my heart can’t handle the heartbreak that comes with that one.” She continued to watch him skate around and talk to his teammates with a huge smile on his face.
*back to present*
Y/n smiled at the memory. Not knowing she wasn’t alone, because of course Vince would walk in at that very moment. Leaning up against the doorframe Vince coughed snapping her back to reality.
“My God Vince, now you choose to be quiet? You scared me” y/n shoved the puck back into the drawer.
“I’ll make sure to knock next time” he softly smiled. He totally saw that she still had the puck and it definitely boosted his ego.
“Let me see your wrist” y/n said.
“It’s fine” he muttered.
“If it’s fine let me double check then” y/n challenged.
Vince walked over and sat down on the bench in her office, while reluctantly holding his wrist out. He watched her face as she examined his wrist.
“I think if we wrap it for tonight and tomorrow you should be fine, but the swelling needs to go down significantly before you play again. I’ll clear you for practice but you have to be easy on your arm for the next few days” y/n said as she was grabbing the necessary supplies.
“Thank you for taking care of me y/n, I’m sorry for fighting” Vince whispered.
She smiled at him as she sat down and started wrapping his wrist. Knowing full well that he was watching her face closely the entire time.
“I’ll walk you to your car” Vince said.
“I’d appreciate that, thank you” y/n said as she turned back to him after putting the supplies away. With yet another boost of confidence Vince grabbed her by the waist and pulled her face to his and kissed her, she immediately kissed him back. The kiss was short and sweet. Electricity shot through her body and she felt as if she was on fire. After pulling away y/n whispered “we should go.” Neither of them saying anything as they left the arena. Vince was feeling defeated for the first time in a long time, why hadn’t she said anything? Did he over step? Did he make her uncomfortable? A million more discouraging thoughts ran through his head. Him not knowing she was in shock and on cloud nine all at once. Y/n unlocked her car and opened the door. Before she got in she turned to Vince and pulled his face to hers and slammed her lips onto his. Vince cockily smiled into he kiss and pulled her into him as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. After a few minutes they both pulled away, breathing heavy and trying to get as close as possible to each other.
“Thank you for walking me to my car Vince.”
“Let me know when you get home so I know you’re safe.”
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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Winter Wonderland-Vince Dunn
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(Note: Happy Hoildays! It's been crazy over here. Enjoy this piece featuring Mr. Hotter than Starbucks coffee Vince Dunn. Enjoy and stay safe. See you soon.)
Warnings: p in v, oral both f and m, spitting, one mention of alcohol.
Peering out the glass door you could tell the sky was getting darker. The grey clouds rolling in could only mean one thing: snow. The winter was always your favorite time of year. You had fond memories of waking up to the news of school being cancelled and spending all day outside with friends sleding or throwing snowballs. If it was as bad as the weather channel said it would be every surface of Seattle would be covered in thick fluffy flakes.
A sudden arm wraps around your middle makes you tense up until you got a whiff of his cologne. “Ready baby?” Vince asks lowly in your ear. His fingers spread out over your belly caging you between his hand and his chest. His other hand softly grabs your coat from over your arm.
You turn your head to look up at him, “let’s go home.” You could feel his excitement as soon as the word left your mouth. On your last visit to Seattle, you slipped up and called his condo “home”. At the time, it seemed to not faze him, but he hasn’t forgotten it. This trip you noticed he added a vanilla scented candle to his coffee table, a drawer in his bathroom with the exact skincare products you use, and the exact fleece throw blanket you commented on while in Target.
Vince holds your coat open, carefully sliding your arms in. Gathering your hair gently pulling it out of your coat and careful not to get any hair caught on your necklace. You grab his hand and he leds you outside to the awaiting car.
“I need to see this from the bedroom window!” You exclaim as you burst through the condo door. Not bothering to unclasp your heels, you head straight to the bedroom. His bedroom window was above any surrounding buildings making it the perfect place to see the snow. And it was well worth the wait. Snow covered every exposed area in a glitterly wonderland. even the bay was covered. The streets were turning abandoned as cars and people were turning in for the night.
“Enjoying the view?” Vince asks finally joining you by the window. He slips his right hand on your waist, massaging your hip.
“It’s beautiful.” You lay your head back on Vince’s chest. The snow was covering every surface by now and showed no signs of stopping. Even the bay was covered.
“It is.” Vince agrees and brings a glass to his mouth.
“Is that a drink? I thought we were going to drink together?” You ask. Vince leans over to set the now empty glass on the side table.
“Just a little bourbon. I didn’t want you to miss your view.”
While at dinner you talked about making drinks at home and talking about upcoming plans. One good thing about his schedule was that games and practice were always laid out weeks in advance.
You are both quiet as you gaze into the night sky. Vince’s hand skims down your hip to the slit in your dress. His hand feels warm against your bare thigh.
He turns his head and places little wet on your should leading up your neck to your earlobe where he gently bites.
A gasp leaves your mouth when his mouth continues back down your neck. His right hand moves up and he cups you through our underwear. Your hips involuntary grind against his hand.
His mouth continues to leave open mouth kisses on your neck, gently sucking at the place below your ear. "Vince," you whine, wetness already forming in your underwear. He doesn't answer as his hand movments seize. "Vince?", you try again, this time coming out like a question starting to turn around. "Stay," he orders and places his hands on your hips to keep you in place. You can see him on his knees behind you.
His hands move under your dress and hook into your underwear. Slipping them down your legs. He doesn't ask you to step out of them but gently picks up each foot and slips the underwear off throwing them somewhere behind him.
His hands ghost up your legs, spreading them apart until he is able get between them. He bunches up your dress into one of his hands and massages your butt with the other. He leaves wet kisses up the back of your thigh until he gets to your butt, which he gently bites.
"Don't move." He says as he situates himself between your legs with his head aginst the window.
You open your mouth to protest but he cuts you off attaching his mouth onto your clit.
Pleasure runs through your body as he continues flicking his tongue. "Ohmygod," you moan, not even caring that you are in front of his window anymore. His tongue slips inside a moment before he pulls it out. He adjusts his head trying to go deeper but it doesnt work. Pulling back he lets out a huff, "lift up," he demands, already picking up your leg to place it over his shoulder.
You wobble on your heel, holding to the window for support. He doesn't wait until you are stable before diving back between your thighs. The new placement of your leg on his shoulder gave him the access he needs to push his tongue further into you.
Reaching a hand down to his hair you give him a light tug, "im close baby," you rasp. The mix of his fingers digging into your thighs and his nose brushing against your clit has you going over the edge.
He leaves little kisses on the inside of your thigh before carefully placing your leg back on the ground.
The sudden realization hits you, "I cant belive you made me come in front of the window! What if someone is watching!"
Vince chuckles, "nobody is watching baby. This building towers over them all." He leans down for a kiss. His tongue immedailty finding its way into your mouth. His hand comes up to grab your chin and hold it firm as he spins you two around so now your back is against the glass.
The cold glass doesn't even faze your hot skin. Your hands come up to tangle in his hair and gently pull him back. Your chest heaves, "i want to make you feel good." Without breaking eye contact, you slide down the window and bring your hands up to unbuckle his pants. "You dont," he mumbles shyly, "you dont need to do that." His hand brushes through your hair.
"But i want to. And don't worry no body is watching" you jab back, innocently. With a smile on his face he shakes his head. Not breaking eye contact, you lick a strip up his length. His breathing becomes heavier watching you take him in your mouth. "Im not going to last long." He moans as you slide him out of your mouth, placing a kiss on his tip. "Keep me in your mouth," you listen to him and he shuffles foreward until your head is pressed right up against the glass. His slowly starts to move his hips, making you take him deeper in your mouth.
"You okay?" he asks, placing his hands on the glass. You could only nod. He picks up his pace slightly, hitting the back of your throat. You bring up one hand to rest on his thigh and the other plays with his balls.
"Ohmygod." he moans. "As much as I want to come in your mouth, I'd rather do it in your pussy."
He steps away and brings you up. "Hands on the glass." he says and slides into you with one motion. Moans leave both of your mouths as he pumps into you. He hikes up one of your legs, bringin him deeper into you. "Good girl," he says into your ear, "such a good girl for me. Allowing me to take you against the window. Letting everyone know your mine." He doesn't last any longer, spilling inside of you. He pumps a few more times before pulling out.
You notice the glass behind you is now foggy. Vince turns you around giving you another kiss. "That was amazing," you say, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Good." he says, pulling you in again. One of his hands trails down your body between your legs. He pushes two fingers in and holds your chin with his free hand. Curling them in and out, pushing them deeper he analzyes your face with every movement. Your breathing hikes up, "if you keep this up i'll come all over your hand." Vince stops and slides his fingers out, popping them into his mouth. "mmm" he groans, " we taste good. Wanna try? " You open your mouth for his fingers, but he angles himself above your mouth and spits into your mouth.
You can't even react as he slams his lips down on yours. The extra siliva makes it messier. You grip his hair to stablize yourself.
He pulls away, breathless. "Now that was amazing. You wanna to round two on the bed?"
You giggle. "Mmmmm, maybe?"
"Maybe?" he asks flabbergasted, "after that?
"What if i want round two in the shower?" you ask, innocently.
Vince's eyes widen for a second, before he breaks out into a smile, "baby, lead the way."
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uluvjay · 10 months
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Vince Dunn list 3 cleanse
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Vince Dunn x Fem! Reader
Warnings?; smut, bathtub sex, p in v, unprotected sex(use protection!), soft sex, handjob(m receiving), pet names.
The playoffs had been fun but they did take a toll on your husband not just emotionally but physically and mentally as well. From beating last years Stanley cup champions to a long seven game fight against Dallas you knew your man would need some tlc when he got home.
You had waited for his text that we was leaving the airport and would be home in twenty minutes before stripping out of your clothes and sliding on his favorite silky robe. Then when he was a about five minutes away went and started him a nice warm bath.
As you were adding some bath salts to help his body you heard the garage door open and quickly put everything down to meet Vince at the door.
“Hone-oh? What’s this?” He asked as he looked up before setting his bags down.
“I have a surprise for you, cmon” you told him as you held a hand out for him to take.
He didn’t hesitate to quickly follow you through the house and up the stairs, groaning at the outline of your plump ass through the robe.
He kept quiet as you led him through your bedroom and into your en suite bathroom, you turned to face him as you made it and and seen him looking at you with the heart eyes.
“I know your body probably hurts so I wanted to draw you a bath and let you relax for a little” you told him as you wrapped your arms around his middle.
“What would I do without you” he smiled and placed a kiss on your head.
“Be in pain, now come on and take your suit off” you told him before walking over and turning off the water.
When you turned to face him he had taken his top layers off, you walked up to him and began to unbuckle his belt for him.
Vince held your eyes the whole time you slowly and teasingly took off his pants and boxers, “Someone’s excited to see me” you smirked as his hard cock sprung from his boxers.
“Been a few days” he mumbled
“Mhm it has” you replied before having him step out of his pants and make his way to the bath tub. As he sunk down into the warm water he let out a loud groan.
“Your not getting in?” He asked as he watched you get a wash cloth from the closet and make your way down onto your knees ok the side of the tub.
“I will, wanna take care of you first though” you smiled and put some of his body wash on the cloth.
You started at the top of his chest moving in slow circles and teasing your way down his body. You watched as his abs clenched and his breathing picked up when you made it to his lower stomach.
His head leaned back against the back of the tub, eyes shut as he felt you abandon the cloth and your hand run over his hard length.
“Honey..” he whimpered
“What do you need Vince?” You asked looking at him with innocence in your eyes.
“Need you to touch me baby, need some help” he groaned
You didn’t reply just sent him a smirk as you began to tug his length up and down, thumb rubbing his tip.
You had to hold back moans of your own at the sight of your husband, His head thrown back and eyes clenched shut. His hands held the side of the tub, fingers white from the grip he had. The moans he let out were louder and whimper then his usual groans.
“Honey I’m close” he moaned out, moving his eye to look at you.
“Yeah? Gonna cum for me V?”
“Yea, oh fuck honey” he loudly cried shooting a hand down to hold your wrist.
You watched with satisfaction as he let out a loud moan and his cum shot all over his abs, you continued working him until there wasn’t anymore Cum coming out.
You pulled your hand away and looked up to meet his eyes and smirked at his blissed out face. “Feel better?” You giggled
He didn’t reply just leaned over the tub and pulled the tie of your robe and pushed it down your shoulders. He pulled you up and into the tub with him causing a sequel to release from your mouth.
“Vince!” You giggled as he pulled you close to his chest in the tub and began placing kisses on your neck.
You couldn’t help the moan that escaped when you felt him getting hard under you again, he placed kisses down the column of your throat before getting to your chest and taking your left breast into his mouth.
"Oh shit" you moaned as he began to slightly nip it, one of his hands playing with your right breast.
He ran his unoccupied hand down to your folds and teasingly ran his fingers through your folds, moans getting caught in your throat at the pleasure.
"Want to cum while I'm riding you" you whined as he slipped a finger inside your tight cunt
"Yeah?" he teased as he finally pulled away from your abused boob
"Mhm, please V"
He pulled his fingers out of you before he began running his tip through your dripping folds, both of you letting out cries at the feeling. You cried out his name as he slid inside you, stretching you out.
"Fuck honey, you hug me so tight" he groaned
you pulled him in for a kiss as you began to bounce on him causing water to splash over the side of the tub. You let out a loud cry that was swallowed by his mouth as he began to thrust up into you.
"Shit! m' getting close Vince" you notified him as you felt the familiar warmth in your lower belly
"Me too honey, go ahead and cum for me" he groaned throwing his head back
Your cries got caught in your throat as you felt your orgasm rip through your body, thighs shaking and body shuddering. Vince was not far behind at all as you felt him grip your ass and bounce you faster on his cock, watching as his eyes clenched shut and he let a loud moan of your name.
you stayed on top of him as you both came down from your highs and caught your breath. "Thank you" he whispered in your ear and gave you a kiss to the side of your head.
"Anytime" you giggled as you placed you own kiss to his neck.
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hockey-fics · 6 months
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Instagram Official - Vince Dunn
Social media influencer: a title that was hard to accept. Girlfriend: a title even harder to accept.
Word count: ~2,800
Warnings: very, very toxic behaviour all around, drinking.
“You’re pissing me off.”
Lifting your head from your phone you focus on the source of the statement, standing across the kitchen island from you. “Alright,” you mutter, shrugging your shoulders. “I haven’t done anything.”
“You just spent like an hour on FaceTime with some guy you’ve been fucking for months-.”
“Oh my god,” you groan, cutting him off. You roll your eyes before turning your attention back to your phone, to the text message you were in the midst of sending. 
“Look at me,” Vince snaps, getting your attention again. “Why’d you fly up here if you were just going to spend this whole weekend acting like a bitch?”
“Get over yourself,” you mutter, pushing yourself away from the kitchen counter. “I’m going to get ready for tonight.”
Disappearing into the bedroom you yank your suitcase onto the end of the bed, digging through your haphazardly packed suitcase. Vince. He had messaged you on Instagram one day, a DM so bland and boring you should have ignored it. But how could you when he looked the way he did? You were an influencer, as much as you hated that term. So it wasn’t like you were shocked to receive an unsolicited DM from someone of Vince’s caliber, but it was shocking when he came up the weekend after the first DM to attend a party you were having.
That was six months ago. 
You had spent six months seeing each other here and there, when he would fly up to see you or you would fly down to see him. You were lucky that money wasn’t of a major concern for either of you, allowing you to make last-minute, unplanned trips back and forth. Nothing ever really came of those trips. Lot of drinking, partying, hooking up. The two of you had never once had a conversation about ever being more than just that, friends with benefits. Tugging your t-shirt off you toss it carelessly onto the ground. 
“I don’t want you to see him anymore.”
Turning around you look over at Vince, leaning against the doorframe of his own bedroom, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to come in. 
“What?” you mutter, eyes narrowing as you shake your head. 
“Riley,” Vince states, saying his name like it disgusted him. “I don’t want you seeing him anymore.”
“Fuck off,” you mumble, turning back around to try to find the specific pair of jeans you were fairly sure you had thrown into your bag before you left.
“Fine, then this is over,” Vince snaps, catching your attention again, in all the wrong ways. 
Slowly turning around you cross your arms over your chest. “What exactly is going to be over, Vince?”
“This.”
“Alright...doesn’t bother me,” you mutter, eyes staring unflinchingly into his. You knew it wasn’t true, he wasn’t really going to end this. There wasn’t anything worth ending. If it wasn’t worth making official he wasn’t going to officially end it. 
You could tell you had gotten under his skin, not falling for his fake threats. “Just get dressed,” he mutters, pushing his shoulder away from the doorframe. 
“Sorry, are we still going out tonight? I thought this was over?”
“Get dressed,” Vince states again before turning around and leaving the room before you have the chance to say anything else. 
Sighing loudly you turn back to digging through your suitcase. Eventually you piece your outfit together, heading into the bathroom to finish getting ready for the night. You’re not in there long before Vince appears in the open doorway again, quiet for a few minutes. “Do you want a drink?”
You look at Vince through the mirror in front of you, not bothering to stop what you're doing to talk to him. “Is that your way of saying sorry?”
“Do you want one or not?”
Sighing you roll your eyes again. “Yes,” you mutter. You watch him leave the room, returning a moment later with a can of Twisted Tea, setting it down on the counter in front of you. “Thanks,” you whisper. 
“How much longer are you going to be?” Vince asks, his eyes transfixed on you. “We could go for dinner before meeting everyone at the bar.”
You turn your attention fully to Vince this time, pivoting to face him. “That doesn’t sound very over of us.”
Vince groans loudly, shaking his head. “Do you want to go or not? I don’t know what you want from me.”
“To say sorry, Vince. You’re being an asshole.”
“Fine, I’m sorry,” he huffs. 
You knew the apology wasn’t as sincere as it should have been. You knew you probably shouldn’t accept the apology. But at the end of the day, the two of you were never serious enough for a serious apology. “Where do you want to go for dinner?”
Vince’s demeanour shifts, straightening up as a slight smile spreads on his lips. “You can pick.”
“Lucky me,” you whisper with a playful smile, continuing on with getting ready for the night. 
The dinner with Vince passes quite uneventfully. He tells you about his recent games, fills you in on the never-ending drama with his friends and his teammates. You tell him about your upcoming plans, events you were attending, collaborations you were doing. The two of you manage to survive dinner without any arguments. 
You had been to this club you were going to once before with Vince, one of the first times you came to Seattle to see him. Walking in this time the vibe was different, louder, rowdier. Finding the familiar group of people you had spent time partying with every time you were in town you go through a round of hellos at the booth tucked away in the corner. 
“Let’s go get a drink,” you say to Vince, setting your hand on his bicep, smiling up at him. 
Vince nods, sliding his hand to your lower back as he guides you through the building to the bar. Leaning into the bar you feel Vince run his hand around your waist, tugging you into his side. Giggling you turn your attention to him. “What are you doing?”
“What?” Vince asks, pulling you even closer. 
“Why are you being like…this?”
“I’m not doing anything.”
Rolling your eyes you turn your attention away from him when the bartender steps in front of you, asking what you’d like. “Two tequila shots, a vodka soda, and a rum and coke, please,” you tell the bartender. 
Vince pulls back and when you look at him you notice his wallet in hand. It wasn’t like he didn’t always try to pay for you, but after so many times of insisting on paying for yourself you were surprised that he would still try. Shaking your head you place your hand over his, pushing his wallet away as you fish some cash out of your wallet, handing it to the bartender quickly. 
“I can pay,” Vince whispers, leaning down so close his lips were brushing against your ear as he said it. 
“I know you can,” you tell him, watching the bartender set a couple shots of tequila in front of you. “But so can I.” Sliding one of the shots in front of Vince you pick up your own, waiting to cheers him before quickly pouring the liquid into your mouth and down your throat as quickly as you could. You watch Vince do the same before taking your drink, the two of you heading back to the table. 
You spend some time catching up with his friends before convincing Vince to follow you out onto the dance floor. His hands are all over you, yanking you closer anytime you would stray away from him. The slightest attempt to pull away would lead to a harder tug back.
Wiggling yourself out of his grasp you attempt to step back, feeling him tighten his grip on you. “Jesus Christ, Vince,” you snap, shaking him off your arm. “I’m going to the bathroom.”
“I’ll come with you,” Vince calls over the loud music. 
“To the bathroom?” you reply, eyebrows raised as you stare up at him. 
“No, but-.”
Shaking your head you take another small step back from him. “Just let me have a little space, Vince.” Quickly you spin around, not waiting to hear any more of his arguments. Hurrying through the building you duck into the bathroom, the music quietening slightly behind the heavy door. Pulling your phone out you let your drunken hands text the group chat of your closest friends. 
‘help. he’s being weird.’
Olivia: ‘what does weird mean?’
‘clingy’
‘possessive’
‘kinda pissing me off’ 
Olivia: ‘girl, be for real, you know he’s in love with you’
Sam: ‘You’re too much for him’ 
‘what the hell does that mean sam??’
Sam: ‘He’s boring’ 
‘you’ve never met him’
Sam: ‘I’m assuming’
‘well he’s not'
Olivia: ‘look at you, standing up for your man’
‘he’s not my man’
‘gotta go’
Sam: ‘Gotta go back to your man’
Olivia: ‘have fun, stay safe’
Glancing into the mirror you do your best to fix your hair and makeup before leaving the bathroom. You find Vince quickly, easily. He had made his way back to the table, as you had expected. Sitting down next to him with a huff you stare straight ahead of you at the wall on the either side of the table. 
“What’s your problem?” Vince asks. You can tell he’s looking at you but you don’t turn your head to look back at him. 
“You,” you deadpan. 
“What did I do?” Vince exclaims, hands lifting in defence. 
Sighing you finally turn your head to look in his direction, eyes locking with his. “You’re being so clingy and it’s annoying.”
“Sorry,” Vince drawls, shaking his head. “I was just trying to enjoy my time with you but, whatever, guess you don’t want that.”
“Oh my god,” you groan. “Don’t be so fucking dramatic. We can have fun together without you needing to have a vice grip on me all night.”
“Wow, I’m so glad this is how I’m spending my Saturday night off,” Vince mutters sarcastically, pushing his empty glass away from himself on the table. 
Rolling your eyes you push your chair back dramatically, standing up a second later. 
“Where are you going?” Vince asks with a sigh. 
“I don’t know, Vince, but I’ll get out of here and let you have the fun Saturday night you were hoping for.” Your eyes hone in on the door, making a beeline for it. By the time you were outside, Vince had caught up to you, following you out into the cold night air. “Leave me alone,” you mutter, crossing your arms over your chest in a futile effort to keep yourself warm. 
“Where are you going to go?” Vince breathes out, watching you shrug in response. “Let’s just go back to my place.”
“Why? So you can bitch at me about all the guys I’m sleeping with and how I’m just ruining your days off?”
“All the guys?” 
You want to scream, right then and there on the streets of downtown Seattle. “You’re have to be fucking with me right now,” you state, turning to look at him. “You’re such an asshole.”
“I’m not the one always bragging about all the people I’m sleeping with,” Vince snaps. 
“I’m not bragging,” you yell back at him, no longer worried about keeping your composure. “I didn’t even tell you about Riley and I, you figured that out on your own, that’s not my goddamn fault. We have never, not once, made things official so don’t be such a jerk.”
“Whatever,” Vince mutters, shaking his head. “Can’t wait till you go home and I can screw someone who isn’t trying to fuck up my life.”
You can feel the pure anger ripping through your body, hot and furious and just a little jealous. Before you know what you’re doing your hands are on his chest, shoving him away from you. “Fuck you, Vince. I wish I never fucking met you,” you snap. 
Your hands are still on his chest, fingers shaking. You didn’t even realize you were crying, not till the tears were pooling on your cheeks and Vince was wrapping his hands around your wrists, pulling you into him. “Hey, woah, okay,” he mumbles, one hand on the back of your head, the other around your back. “Let’s go home, okay?”
With a quiet sniffle, you wiggle your way out of his arms, nodding in response to his suggestion. You watch him pull out his phone to get an Uber before sliding his jacket off and draping it over your shoulders. For a second you contemplate telling him to keep the jacket. He wasn’t your boyfriend, he didn’t need to be doing that, he shouldn’t be doing that. But you don’t. You don’t because you’re cold but you also don’t because honestly, you liked it. You liked how warm his jacket felt around you, his body heat still lingering on the fabric, how it smelled like his cologne. 
You hadn’t talked.
Not while waiting for the Uber. Not during the Uber ride back to his apartment. Not walking into the apartment, not in the elevator. Not in his bedroom while you changed out of your clothes and into one of his t-shirts. 
You’re curled up on one end of the couch, Vince doing something in the kitchen that you’re pretty sure was just to distract himself from the situation. You had contemplated texting your friends, giving them an update. But the idea of typing it out, trying to explain what you didn’t even understand felt too exhausting. 
Eventually Vince wanders in, hesitating along the edge of the room. “Hey,” he says, voice bleak and quiet. 
“Hi,” you whisper, pulling your knees closer to your chest.
“I’m sorry.” 
Your eyes flick over to him in surprise. This time it was genuine, a real, unprompted apology. “Me too,” you tell him, swallowing heavily. 
“I can’t keep doing this though,” Vince mumbles, his eyes falling to the ground. “I, um, I really do, uh…have feelings for you. I know I haven’t really, like, expressed that well. But yeah, I’m jealous, I care about you and I want you to myself, to be with you.”
“Vince,” you whisper, eyes welling with tears again. 
“No, it’s okay, I get it, that’s not what you want,” Vince interrupts. 
“Vince, listen-.”
“You don’t need to justify it, I get it,” Vince says, cutting you off again. 
Sighing you shake your head, reaching up to wipe away a couple tears. “Vince, please, just-.”
“I don’t need your explanation, it’s fine.”
Groaning quietly you pull yourself to your feet before making your way over to him. Reaching up you place your hands on either side of his face, forcing him to look you in the eyes. “Listen to me,” you demand, waiting to see if he would cut you off again before dropping your hands from his face and continuing. “If this is something you actually want then we can try it. I care about you too. I’m not going to stand here and tell you I’m confident a relationship between us will work out because honestly, I’ve spent more time drunk with you than I have sober. But I’m willing to try, I’m willing to make this real, make it exclusive and see where it goes. If that’s what you really want.”
There’s a long period of silence after you finish talking, Vince looking over at you, seemingly stunned. Suddenly he’s leaning in, his lips pressing against yours. It’s slow and chock full of emotions and feelings. His hands land on your waist, his touch uncharacteristically gentle. You slide your hands up his shoulders, resting your arms over them. 
He eventually pulls away, both of you breathing heavy, unsteady breaths. His eyes lock with yours and there’s a sincerity in them that you weren’t sure you had seen before. “So are we going to be Instagram official now, or…,” Vince teases with a playful smile. 
Giggling you run your fingers through his hair, not dropping your arms from around him. “You just want the followers,” you joke. 
“Wouldn’t mind,” Vince admits with a chuckle. “I just want everyone to know you’re mine.”
“You really are jealous, hey?” 
Vince shrugs, his eyes falling to your lips. “Maybe,” Vince breathes out. “But look at you, who wouldn’t be?”
Rolling your eyes playfully you lean up, till your lips are almost brushing against his. “It’s okay, I was jealous thinking about the women you’ve been with.”
“There haven’t been that many,” Vince tells you with a smirk. 
“Bullshit,” you giggle. “And don’t get too ahead of yourself, you’ve still gotta survive a soft launch on Instagram.”
“That’s really a thing?”
“Sure is,” you tell him before leaning in to kiss him again, not able to get enough of him. 
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hockeyjunkieblog · 10 months
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List number one numbers 22 and 98 with Vince Dunn. 😘
Vince Dunn
warnings: (18+) SMUT, soft mdom/fsub, oral, unprotected sex
22. “can you feel what your doing to me?”
99. “guess i’ll have to cum inside you then”
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Vince and the Seattle Kraken had such a remarkable season + playoff run and you couldn’t be more proud. As much as it sucked for the Kraken to be eliminated in the second round, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t happy with Vince being home more.
You missed him. A lot.
Coming home straight from a long flight, he wanted nothing more than to wash up, relax, and hold you in his arms. But you thought you’d take it up a notch. You had just gotten this simple but beautiful black lingerie set that you knew was gonna drive Vince crazy and make him wanna toss you onto the bed.
After he comes out of the shower, you have him lay on the bed, flat on his stomach, and you rub lotion in your hand to give him a massage because according to him, your hands worked like magic. Vince kept saying how relaxing and calming this moment was.
But the moans and whimpers coming out of his mouth when you rubbed your hands deep into his back caused massive butterflies in your stomach that you couldn’t contain yourself.
Vince flips onto his back and you straddle on his lap, your hands brushing his damp hair and he looks up with his smile, the smile that makes your heart flutter (and your 🐱 throb). You lean down for what was gonna be a quick kiss, but he brings you in and holds you down for a deep kiss. He’s biting your lip, and he grabs your ass so hard, you gasp and his tongue enters your mouth. Your covered moans turn him on and you feel him becoming rock hard underneath you.
“Can you feel what you’re doing to me?” he breathes out.
“Oh absolutely,” you chuckle. “I want you so bad.”
Enough said. He throws you onto the bed with him on top and in seconds, all your clothes are ripped off and he’s in awe at the sight of your beautiful body in the black lingerie.
He leaves kisses on your mouth and face, down to your neck, your chest, stomach and all the way down to where you need him most. But it doesn’t come without some teasing and inner thigh kisses.
“Please, Vince. I need you so bad,” you whimper.
“You gonna be a good girl for me?” He asks.
“Yes, sir.”
“Say no more.”
His mouth is on you in no time and your back arches at the feeling. God you missed this.
His tongue and fingers go in and out of you and hit spots you never thought were possible. His playoff beard (or should i stay stubble) that he hasn’t shaved yet was slightly rubbing against your inner thighs. He had you seeing stars and moaning his name loud, unintentionally letting the neighbors hear. But you didn’t care ofc.
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Well over an hour later and you’ve reached your 3rd orgasm of the night. He’s on top, pounding into you relentlessly. The bed’s creaking and shaking and both of you panting and wanting more.
“God you feel so good, baby,” Vince moans out.
You could barely let out a response because of how good this felt. All you could do was moan.
“Who’s my good girl, huh?” he grunts out as he holds your hair and tugs your head back lightly exposing your neck to him and arching you more.
“I am! I’m your good girl.” you cry out.
“Guess I’ll have to cum inside you then. Yeah, that what you want?”
You nod and moan with no hesitation.
“Go ahead baby. Cum with me. Now.”
You let go around him. You’re seeing stars and your legs are shaking. He releases inside you seconds later, groaning with his hot breath on your neck. You two take the time to settle down and catch your breaths before he climbs off of you, gets water from the kitchen, a warm towel from the dryer and helps clean you up. Ending the night with kisses and sweet sentences as you both drift off to sleep.
To say you missed having this man home was an understatement.
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doc-pickles · 4 months
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it’s enough to make a girl blush | adam larsson x reader x vince dunn
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summary: after an accident, your husband helps vince apologize to you properly
warnings: alcohol mention, smut (oral f/m receiving, handjob, f/m, m/m, f/m/m, praise kink, threesome)
a/n: I actually have no answer for this one but i do blame @loulucifer for brainwashing me. so thanks. anyways enjoy!
xoxo
nina
Swedish Vocab:
Älskling - Darling
Raring - Dear
Skynda - Hurry
Adam’s guilty pleasure is that he loves hosting. A bit standoffish and broody, most wouldn’t assume him to be the hosting type but he takes great pleasure in showing off the home you two share and having his close friends within the four walls. 
Tonight was one of those nights where your husband took pride in hosting some of his teammates, cooking them dinner, and showing off the newly remodeled living room. The night had wound down to just a few stragglers sharing drinks in your living room, the room peaceful and enjoyable. 
“Älskling, will you grab some more wine,” Adam whispers into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “Promise everyone will leave soon so I can take care of you.”
You respond with a nod and a kiss on Adam’s cheek, his fingers squeezing your ass just enough to tease what he’d do later. He’d slowly been teasing you all night, another thing he loved to do while hosting. 
Quickly, you refill your glass of Merlot before turning to bring the bottle out to the living room but instead run straight into a solid body. Red wine drips down your light blue blouse as you let out a shocked yelp. Thankfully you manage to keep both the bottle and the glass in your hands as the person in front of you mutters apologies. 
“Oh shit, I am so sorry,” Vince Dunn, Adam’s linemate, looks at you with absolute horror. He scrambles, grabs the roll of paper towels on the counter, and kneels to wipe up the liquid on the floor. “I wasn’t looking and fuck I’m so sorry.”
“Vince, it’s no big deal,” you place a hand on his shoulder and he looks up at you with wide green eyes. “I’m just going to run upstairs and hop in the shower. Seriously, it’s fine.”
“Älskling? Everything okay?” Adam appears in the doorway to the kitchen and looks between you and Vince who’s still kneeling on the floor. 
“All good. I’m going to wash off the wine,” you slip past Vince and press a kiss to Adam’s cheek before whispering to him with a smile. “Skynda, raring.”
You make your way upstairs and strip before stepping into the warm spray of the shower. The one thing you’d insisted on when you and Adam had looked for a house was a large bathroom with a shower and soaking bathtub. The shower boasted two shower heads, a sleek black tile backdrop, and a huge glass door. As you close the door, the warm spray of the shower washes over you and you gladly sigh in relief as your body relaxes. 
Not even fifteen minutes later the bathroom door creaks open and you smirk to yourself before calling out to your husband, “I’ve been waiting for you, raring. Thinking about this moment all night long.” 
“Älskling, Vince wants to apologize to you.”
You whip around and find Vince standing in front of the shower entrance, looking anywhere but at you. Adam stands behind him, a smirk on his face as his eyes stay locked on the younger man and his flushed cheeks. 
“He’s shaking like a leaf Adam,” you tut as you look over Vince. “It was just an accident, no need to be so harsh.”
“S-sorry about the wine,” Vince looks up from the floor and meets your eyes, not daring to look anywhere else. “I wasn’t paying attention.”
“S’okay Vince,” you assure him with a smile. He seems to calm down but as you meet Adam’s fiery gaze over Vince’s shoulder you know that trouble is brewing. “Raring-“
“Vince needs to learn a lesson, älskling,” Adam's voice is commanding as he lays a hand on Vince’s shoulder. “Strip.”
“But I-“
“Strip, Vince,” Adam commands. “So you can properly apologize.”
To his credit, Vince only pauses for a moment before he strips off his dark polo and shoes. His hands shake a little as he unbuttons his jeans and slides them down his legs. He’s all lean muscle and long limbs, a stark contrast compared to Adam’s thick arms and legs and toned torso. 
“All the way,” Adam mutters once Vince is down to his boxers. “C’mon Vince.”
Finally fully naked, Vince looks younger than he is as he stares at you, uncertainty clouding his features as he meets your eyes through the glass of the shower door. 
“Go on,” Adam pulls the door open and pushes Vince under the warm spray. “Kneel and apologize properly to my wife.”
You take a step towards Vince, your hands gently, pushing his shoulders until he’s on his knees before you. His eyes flick to yours, wide and unsure through the green haze of his irises. 
“You’ve gone down on a woman before, haven’t you Vince?” you ask with a smirk on your face as his cheeks flush. Even with the dark blush marring his cheeks Vince nods and you smile at him, running a hand quickly through his curls. “Good. Then you can make up for ruining my favorite blouse.”
Vince hesitates slightly before one hand curls around your leg to bring your body closer to his. His fingers drift up your thigh and slowly run through your folds, his tongue following their path. You let out a gasp as he slowly drives one finger into your wet folds and his tongue teases your clit.
“Oh my god,” you breathe out as you let one hand drift back to Vince’s now wet curls. “So good… Just like that Vince.”
You watch Adam observe the two of you, his erection straining in his dark slacks. His eyes meet yours just as Vince’s tongue delves into you and elicits a deep moan from you. You maintain eye contact with Adam as Vince continues to fuck you with his tongue, his fingers teasing your clit as he moves.
“Vince. So good baby,” you moan as your eyes flutter shut. “Such a good boy on your knees for me. So good for me, aren’t you?”
Vince nods and sucks your clit into his mouth just as Adam steps under the spray, his hands coming to squeeze your breasts as he pulls you into his chest. 
“He’s so good with his tongue, raring,” you gasp as Vince circles your clit again, your head falling back onto Adam’s shoulder. “So- fuck. So good. Want you to feel him, Adam.” 
Adams' erection presses into your back as he holds you close. In the same moment, Vince plunges two fingers into you and your orgasm claims you, your mouth agape as you tremble with pleasure. Adam holds you up as Vince continues to tongue you through your climax. 
When you come back down from your high Adam is kissing your neck, Vince’s lips pressed to your thigh. Adam is rutting against your ass but you push him off and motion to Vince who’s still kneeling at your feet, “Vince will take care of you, raring.” 
You smile as you run a hand down Vince's cheek, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before he looks back up to you. His bright eyes are no longer clouded with uncertainty but with lust now, “Won’t you, sweet boy? Take care of Adam like you took care of me? Use your tongue so well for him?”
Vince nods before he looks with uncertainty toward Adam, “I mean… If Adam wants.. Then I-“
Adam cuts Vince off by leaning down to cover his mouth with his own. The kiss doesn’t last long before Adam breaks them apart and nods at you, “You take care of our guest, älslking?”
You simply grin as Vince greedily takes Adam into his mouth, a string of Swedish curses falling from Adam at the motion. You kneel behind Vince, pressing your lips to his neck as you trail your hand down his chest towards his dripping cock. 
“Such a mess for me, baby,” you purr in Vince’s ear, eliciting a moan from him as you ignore his dick and slowly move down to cup his balls. “You want me to touch you while you suck off my husband? Can you taste us both on your tongue?”
“Raring,” Adam warns. “If you talk like that I’m not going to last long.”
You blink innocently up at Adam as you whisper in Vince’s ear, “Such a good boy, using your tongue so well for me, for Adam. I bet you can’t wait to swallow all of his cum huh? You want him so bad, don’t you?”
With a grunt, Adam grabs Vince’s face and holds him still as he comes down his throat. A strangled cry leaves Vince as his own release spills over onto your hands. Taking everything in with wide eyes you keep one hand slowly stroking Vince while the other gently strokes Adam’s thigh. The feeling of the two of them in your hold has your heart beating in double-time.
“Raring,” Adam whispers, a gentle coaxing. “Raring, time to get up. C’mon my love.”
Your eyes open slowly, taking in the surroundings that are definitely not the floor of your shower. When you finally look around you’re met with Adam’s smirk as he looks down at you, one hand stroking through your hair softly.
“Good dream?” Adam asks and your cheeks immediately flush as you hide your face in your pillow. “Sounded good to me.”
“Adam…,” you groan as you peek up at him.
“It’s okay, raring,” Adam soothes as he grins at you. “But maybe Vince can join us soon, if you’re a good girl.”
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haddonfieldwhore · 3 months
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talk me down - vince dunn
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vince dunn x gender neutral! reader
summary: after a late game penalty and a frustrating shootout loss, vince is in a bad mood. good thing he has you to make him feel better
warnings: mentions of violence, langauge, angry vinny, a bit of angst but mostly fluff
word count: 1.2k
as the whistle blew with only a few minutes left in overtime, you ran a hand over your face in frustration as a penalty was called on your boyfriend, vince dunn, for deliberately whacking another player with his stick. while there should have been a call for the opponent holding and tripping vince, the way that vince had reacted was unnecessary. you’re making it worse, you thought, as he punched fiala in the face, nearly hitting him with his stick before the refs separated them. even in the stands you could hear dunn swearing his head off, and you were shocked he didn’t get more than a 2 minute penalty for what he’d done. thankfully los angeles wasn’t able to take advantage of the extra man on the ice and score a goal, but things went to the shootout and eventually the game ended in favour of the kings.
a cloud of disappointment hung heavy in the air of climate pledge arena as kraken fans filed out, without a win but still with a point as the players left the ice. you sighed as you stood up from your seat, the other players wives and girlfriends who had been at the game also getting up to go find their partners. they were talking about the game, and while you could have joined their conversation, you were more concerned with vince. you made your way to the back and waited impatiently for him to come out of the locker room.
after what felt like forever - the team surely having had a long talk with their coach about the events of the game - a familiar curly haired brunette emerged from the doorway, a scowl on his face.
“hey,” you said softly as you stood up, walking over and grabbing his hand gently. to your surprise he didn’t pull it away, but didn’t say anything, simply tilting his head in the direction of the exit. getting the message that he just wanted to go home, you nodded, walking with him out to your car and getting in the drivers seat, and the two of you began a silent drive home.
when you arrived home to his house, he went straight upstairs without a word, and you heard the sound of a door slamming upstairs as he disappeared into your shared bedroom. you grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen, your fingers anxiously tapping the granite counter tops as you sighed. you hated seeing him like this; beyond frustrated and tired. you knew he would never do anything to hurt you, you also understood that it was best to give him some space and time to cool down when he got like this. you took a seat on the sectional in the living room and scrolled through different apps on your phone, avoiding anything you saw about the game. about 15 minutes went by before you began to yawn, and decided to head upstairs to find vince.
as you walked into the bedroom, you saw him laying face down on the bed, his head at the wrong end. his one arm was hanging over the edge while the other was folded under his head like a pillow. he had discarded his clothes except for his sweatpants, and you admired the toned muscles of his back that were on display as he lay turned away from the door. it was clear he had just collapsed onto the bed, the blanket barely covering his legs and crumpled from being kicked aside. you quietly got changed into some shorts and one of vince’s t-shirts, before padding over to the bed and sitting down next to him.
“i’m sorry,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by his arm and the mattress. reaching towards him you brushed your fingers through his messy curls, shaking your head, though he couldn’t see you.
“you don’t have to apologize to me,” you assured him.
“i still am.”
“i know,” you replied, moving closer to him as you let your hands travel down to his shoulders, gently massaging the tense muscles. he shivered slightly at the feeling of your hands on the back of his neck, but then sighed softly as you worked at the knots in his back, trying to relieve some of the tension from the game. you spent about 10 minutes in silence, and you were honestly beginning to think vince had fallen asleep, until he spoke again.
“i’ll be lucky if i don’t get suspended or fined,” he said, groaning softly as you kneaded a particularly sore spot on his lower back.
“yeah,” you agreed cautiously. “i’m sorry, vinny; i really don’t know what to say.”
“now who’s apologizing?” he laughed dryly, and while it was bittersweet, it was the first hint of a smile you’d heard in his voice all night. “i fucked up, i have to deal with the consequences.”
“that’s true. but they should have called a penalty on the other guy.”
“yeah well i guess they thought otherwise. i didn’t exactly make the situation any better. i think i owe joey an apology for sending us to the shootout,” he gave another halfhearted laugh.
“i wouldn’t say it’s your fault it went to a shootout. give me your other arm,” you instructed, having finished massaging the arm you could reach. vince rolled over onto his back, looking up at you as he extended his right arm into your lap.
“i guess it doesn’t matter in the end,” he sighed, watching you as your hands ran up and down his bicep, soothing the tired aching beneath his skin.
“you guys still got a point,” you said optimistically, trying to look on the bright side of a shitty end to the night. vince smiled at you, the admiring gaze going unnoticed as you continued pampering him.
“yeah,” he mumbled, as you lifted his hand, playing with his fingers gently. “thank you.” you finally looked at him, his eyes tired but full of love as he stared back at you.
“anytime,” you smiled warmly, and giggling softly as vince opened his arms for you to crawl into. you laid down next to him, letting him pull you into his side as he stared up at the ceiling. you closely admired each freckle and detail of his face, and if life were a cartoon your eyes would have had hearts popping out of them.
“i love you,” you spoke quietly, placing a few kisses on his cheek. he turned his face toward you, your foreheads pressing together as he bumped his nose against yours softly.
“i love you,” he whispered. “i don’t know what i would do without you,” he admitted, kissing the tip of your nose, and then your forehead before pulling you closer, tucking your head under his chin.
“you’d have a stiffer back for one-“ you were interrupted by your own laugh as he tickled your side, and you smiled as you curled your body into him, inhaling the scent of his body wash that lingered on his skin from his post-game shower. “okay - okay i’m done.”
“goodnight baby,” he squeezed you tightly in his arms before reaching over and turning off the lamp next to the bed. a wave of tiredness washed over you as the darkness in the room enveloped you, and you quickly fell asleep.
vince laid awake for a little while, listening to the tiny snores that fell from your lips as you slept. whatever repercussions were to come from tonight, and whether they had lost the game or not, he had you, and that was a win in his mind.
disclaimer: all screenshots, events, and/or interactions depicted in this are a work of fiction. i have no association with any parties mentioned
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snorky · 4 months
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Hi how are you?
I was hoping you could write something with Vince? Angst and fluffy ending? Please ❤️
Hold Me Close, And Never Let Go
Hey y’all, and hi to the lovely person who requested this Vince Dunn angst and fluff story. I'm doing well, and I hope you all are too. The pronouns for the reader in this story are they/them (so if you want it changed, let me know *directed at the lovely requester*). I’ve been busy recently, and so I apologize for this request coming out a little later than I wanted. I hope you also all enjoy this fic, and take care of yourself!
Pairing: Vince Dunn x GN!Reader
Word Count: 1.1k
Warnings: Angst, Stressed reader
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Heavy storms raged outside their Seattle apartment, the rain pitter-pattering against the windows as they tried to focus on their work. Thunder snapped now and then, and the wind seemed to whistle in the air as a warning.
The paper in front of them was taunting them, a blank page with no answer. All the numbers, letters, formulas, instructions, whatever it was, just didn’t make sense. It was all an incoherent mess to their tired eyes.
Deadlines were chasing them, yelling, screaming at them as if the time ticking down like sand slipping away through their fingers.
The pen in their hands seemed to be ticking them off at every moment. Ink flowed inconsistently, slipping on the paper in the wrong direction, scribbles and scrawls seeming to be the only thing that marked up their page.
A knock came from their door as they were lost in thought. 
“Baby? I miss you.” He called out from behind the door. “Can we cuddle together?”
It had been so long since they heard Vince’s voice, gentle compared to his figure. As badly as they wanted to cuddle with him, they had work to catch up on and do.
They just wished he could hold them, telling them that ‘it’s alright’ and ‘you’re doing lovely,’ to calm the storm of stress in their mind. The storm seemed to mirror the outside weather that was rampant, windy, and rainy.
Instead, they sighed, almost in irritation. “Can’t. I’m working.” Even though they mumbled, their voice still cracked, amplifying their exhaustion.
“Please.” The door creaked open as he came in, his steps careful as he walked towards them. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you,” he said quietly. “It’s been so long since I’ve even heard your voice.”
The storm continued outside, a flash of lightning followed by thunder disrupting the silence in the room.
Taking a deep breath in, it felt uneven, irritating them further. “Vince, I need to get this done,” they groaned. “Leave me alone for a bit.” Their voice came out much sharper than they had intended, and it was evident when a look of hurt appeared on his face.
He stood there in the middle of the room in silence, looking at them, arms crossed over his chest. They turned their head and looked at him for a brief moment, noticing how sad and disappointed he looked when they said that, and a pang of guilt struck them as they turned back to their work.
“Why.” He sounded hurt, his words came out so emotionally and yet empty and hollow all at once. “Why can’t you just rest with me for a moment?”
They thought about it in silence for a bit. The deadlines seemed so sudden, and the pressure to keep the expectations high was suffocating. Their body felt worn out, tense, and exhausted.
Turning to look at him, tears welled up in their eyes, blurring their vision. “I don’t know,” they croaked. “There’s just so much—”
Vince walked over to them, crouching down to be lower than eye level, and rested his hand on their shoulder. “You need a break.” He pleaded. “Okay?” His voice was always gentle with them, even when they both were upset or hurt. He never spoke louder than he had to, ever.
They finally let out a sob, exhaustion catching up to them, tears streaming down their face as they leaned into his arms. His hands braced them, holding them close as he carefully moved them off of the chair and onto the ground in his lap.
Their breaths were rough and ragged, uneven and unsteady.  “I’m sorry,” they mumbled, sniffling slightly. “I’m sorry for getting upset at you.”
“It’s okay, you’re alright. I know you weren’t feeling the best and that you weren’t in the right state of mind.” His words were genuine, smile sweet as ever.
Vince being this kind to them, even when they were upset, made them cry more at how sweet he was. The tears continued to fall, running down their cheeks, their nose now stuffy and irritated as they cried.
 “Shh, it’s going to be alright,” he soothed. His thumb rubbed small circles into their back, their face hidden in the crook of his neck. “Stay here with me, just for a bit.”
They both remained like this for a while, on the floor together in each other’s embrace, the storm calming down outside to a gentle rainfall. His deep breaths steadied them, a solid rock in the ocean that never seemed to move in the most hectic storms. Despite the tears continuing to run down their face, they remained silent for the most part, taking breaths in every now and then.
He hummed softly into their hair, pulling them closer to his body as he did so. “Let’s move to the bed, alright?” Pressing his lips to their forehead gently, he spoke, “We just need a quick nap, that’s all.”
Tears welling up in their eyes again, the kindness and patience he showed never failed to disappoint them. He never once upset them or made them feel bad about themselves. He was always caring and sweet, he was always perfect in their heart.
“What’s bothering you, sweetheart?” His hand went up to their face, cupping it gently in his palms as his thumb wiped a tear away.
They shook their head, choosing to remain in silence in fear that if they tried to speak, their tears would start to fall again, unending.
“It’s okay, we can always talk about it tomorrow, okay?” he spoke softly.
Keeping his arms wrapped tightly around them, he got up and walked to their shared bed. Setting them down gently on the bed, he then got in bed and lay down beside them. He then pulled the covers over both of them, encasing them in the soft, thick blanket.
“Cozy, baby?”
They nodded in response, scooting closer toward Vince under the blanket. He wrapped his arms around them, holding them warmly as one of his hands held the back of their head as they rested it on his chest, the stress slowly crumbling away.
It was just the both of them, just him in their world at the moment. The deadlines faltering away somewhere else, the stress melting away as he held them close.
“I love you,” they mumbled quietly.
He gave them a gentle peck on the top of their head and smiled sweetly at them. “I love you too,” he said. “And I’ll never stop loving you, baby.”
They smiled at his words, and before they could start tearing up again, he peppered soft kisses all over their face, making them let out a small laugh. “That’s what I like to hear,” he hummed.
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leafsbabe · 5 months
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Vince Dunn - flu season
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cw: discription of reader having a flu... 1.3k words
Waking up sick was never fun but at least you got sick while Vince was away on a road trip with the team far, far away from your germs. The last thing you needed was to get him sick too.
What had started with a sore throat had quickly developed into a full on flu. You felt horribly gross and in pain but at least you didn’t have to worry about work since your doctor gave you a note that excused you for two whole weeks.
The boredom was the worst of it, since everything you could think of to pass the time hurt. No phone because looking at a screen made your headache worse. No TV either since the noises made your headache worse. You couldn’t even blow your stuffy nose or cough without making your headache worse.
So napping it was.
After days of naps you expected to feel at least a little bit rested but no. Everything felt exhausting. There was nothing besides sleep, painkillers, and plain yogurt in your life. 
Your muscles ached as you fought your way out of the blanket pile you slept under. Two days ago you had mustered up the strength to swap your bedding with the guest room set in an attempt to be surrounded by less germs. Today you shuffled to your closet and changed into a different shirt for the same reason.
Just as you were debating if you should try and make your way into the kitchen your bedroom door opened, revealing your boyfriend.
The two of you just looked at each other before you spoke up at the same time.
“You look terrible. Get back into bed.”
“I thought you wouldn’t get home until Tuesdays?”
You immediately regretted speaking, your throat burning now.
“It is Tuesday.” Vince said, dropping his bag with a dull thud. “Bed. Come on.”
You went without protest, letting yourself be tucked in and hiding your face in the blankets when he attempted to feel your forehead.
Vince didn’t stop fussing over you though. “Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” 
“Didn’t want you to worry. You needed to focus on the games.” It felt like a silly reason but you didn’t want to distract Vince during a road trip.
“Baby…” He trailed off, one of his hands coming up to brush over your sweaty hair. “Those games aren’t as important as you.”
You wanted to protest but Vince shushed you. “I could have at least asked the boys to send one of their wives over to check in on you and make sure you’re not dying.”
Just as you wanted to reply your body betrayed you, a coughing fit wrecked your body so hard your eyes started to water from the pain.
Vince didn’t comment on it; he just brushed your hair out of your face and tucked the blankets around you tighter. Well.. it looked like you would be staying in bed for a little while longer.
“I’m going to the store real quick.” Vince decided. “I’ll only be gone a few minutes but if anything happens promise you’ll call.”
“Hmmmm.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.” You mumbled or maybe slurred. You couldn’t quite tell.
It wouldn’t matter anyways because somewhere between Vince pressing a kiss to your feverish  forehead and him walking towards the door, you fell asleep.
By the time you woke up again twilight had set in. The low light coming through the window didn’t agitate your throbbing headache and you managed to get up and out of bed without the struggle you had earlier in the day.
The apartment was silent as you made your way out of the bedroom. It seemed like several hours had passed since Vince left but you couldn’t tell if he’d come back, which worried you more than the flu. You knew Vince wouldn’t just leave you alone while you were sick, that was the whole reason why you didn’t tell him about it in the first place. 
Finally you spotted light coming from the kitchen but the sight that greeted you when you went to investigate wasn’t something you expected. Vince was standing with his back to you, working on something on the stove you couldn’t see. From what you could smell —and that wasn’t very much— whatever he was cooking smelled amazing. You didn’t know Vince could cook.
“What now?” He spoke, his voice loud over the quiet noises of the boiling water. For a moment you thought he was talking to you before his mom’s voice filled the room.
“Turn the heat to low and let it simmer. It should be done in 15 to 20 minutes.”
Vince nodded and as he moved you could see his iPad propped up, his mother’s face on the screen on a video call.
“And you better set a timer because we both know you’ll just forget about it and let the soup burn.”
“Mom, that’s—”
“Don’t say anything. You know I’m right. Now show me what tea you brought.”
You watched in silence as your boyfriend picked up a bag and placed it on the counter before holding up box after box after box of tea.
“Oh dear. How many different kinds did you get?”
Vince shrugged, the muscles under his shirt moving from where you could see his back. “I dunno. Like ten?” He looked between the bag and his mother’s face on the screen, then held up two more boxes.
“The red box.” His mom decided. “Do you have a kettle?”
Vince didn’t respond for a moment, freezing up at the question. “Uh…”
“Cabinet to your left.” You decided to help him out, alerting him to your presence.
He jumped, dropping the boxes he was holding. “You’re awake.”
“You’re cooking.”
The two of you just looked at each other for a moment before he finally seemed to register that you were standing in the kitchen with him. “Why aren’t you in bed? You're sick and need to rest.”
He walked over to you and felt your forehead again. “You don’t feel as hot as before. That’s good right?”
“Feel a little better too.” Speaking still hurt a little but you’d manage for the moment. “I wanted to look for you.”
Vince smiled. “You found me. Now get back to bed. I’ll bring you some tea and some soup soon.”
You wanted to fight him just on principle but a weird shiver ran through your body. “Okay.” You conceded, turning towards the iPad and addressing his mom for the first time since you stepped into the kitchen. “Hi. Thank you for helping Vince with the cooking.”
“Of course sweetheart. Get well soon. I’m gonna log off but don’t hesitate to call if you need any more help, okay?”
Vince barely managed to get out a “Thanks mom. Love you. Bye.” before the call ended. He then turned back to you, placing his hand on the small of your back and gently steering you towards the hallway. “Come on baby. Let's get you back into bed. A little rest and we’ll get you healthy again in no time.”
You laughed a little at his attentiveness. This side of him wasn’t exactly new but it surprised you time and time again, the amount of attention he paid to every little ailment. Vince cared. A lot. “Whatever you say, Dr. Dunn.”
Vince tucked you in again, this time letting you sit against the headboard as he went back to the kitchen to finish the soup and bring it to you alongside two different mugs of tea and some medicine. Smiling, you carefully tried the hot soup as he watched, a small satisfied moan leaving your mouth at the taste. Not bad at all. When you looked at Vince he smiled down at you with a soft look in his eyes and you couldn’t help but hope for a quick recovery. The last thing you wanted to do was get him sick but you also really wanted to kiss him. Soon, you thought. You’d be back to health in no time, but until then you could be convinced to let Vince play doctor (and private chef) a little longer.
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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 3 months
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Do we have Vince Dunn girls here? Cause you and I could form an alliance. Because I have an idea that's been cooking in my head for almost two days and I won't lie I need it out of my system...
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swissboyhisch · 6 months
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Hockey Girlies Unite!
With the start of Hockey season starting soon, our discord is buzzing with activity. There is 50+ members and we'd love some more!
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If you enjoy hockey, writing and reading, you'd love our team. Games, trades and players all discussed. Anything and everything hockey and more. Even if you're new to the sport and want to learn more.
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Writing is something we also are passionate about. If you need inspo, editing help or just want to chat ideas, this is a great space for it. Need fic recs? I'm sure someone will give you many!
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mack-devereaux · 9 months
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Comfort
Vince Dunn
Authors note: Vince is my comfort player. I love him. So it’s only fitting that I write about him in a comfort fic. No clue on word count. Pictures are from Pinterest. I think the only trigger is like 3 curse words? And a little bit of angst, just a tiny bit.
❤️❤️❤️❤️
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Isn’t it strange? There are so many people out there who secretly love someone. And yet there are so many people who have no idea that someone secretly loves them.
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Vince was new to Seattle. He had just gotten traded, he knew it was coming, but yet he wasn’t prepared for how much of a difference it would be. In St. Louis he had his friends. But here, he was so new he didn’t have friends yet and with his family in Canada he was struggling trying to settle in. He just wanted someone to talk to and hang out with. His floor in his apartment complex was very quiet, as far as he knew there were only two tenants, him and a very very quiet person, as far as the other rooms, they were used for storage. He never saw his neighbor nor had he heard them when they came and went. Until today that is, he was texting on his phone while walking down the hallway when all of a sudden something, or someone, smacked right into his chest.
“Oh my god I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention I—“ the cute blonde stopped speaking immediately when she looked at him “wow your eyes are really pretty.” Vince grinned. Kinda taken aback by the chatty girl. “Oh I didn’t mean to say that out loud. I’m sorry, I’ll pay more attention next time” the girl stuttered.
“It’s really not a big deal. I’m Vince” he stuck out his hand. The girl took his hand and she swore electricity shot up her arm. “Y/n” she smiled dropping her hand and reaching for her apartment keys.
“Well for the record y/n you have very beautiful eyes as well” he added with a wink and a panty dropping smile. He felt an odd sense of calm and peace when they touched hands. “Do you flirt with all your neighbors Dunner?” She asked.
“Wait how do you—“ his eyebrows pinched together, she knew who he was.
“I work for the Kraken sometimes. I’m one of the extra medics they call in when you guys get too crazy out there. It’s my job to know who you guys are. But you should get going before you’re late to training” she leaned into her doorway of her apartment.
“Shit, yea. Well I guess I will see you around then, don’t be a stranger. You can come hang out anytime, I’m only a door away” he smiled and started to walk down the hall to go to the gym. Looking back over his shoulder he noticed her watching him “you too Vince”.
*a few weeks later*
Y/n was sitting on her couch alone, only because Vince was out of town on a roadie. She didn’t realize how much she had gotten used to his presence until he was gone. Literally. He was constantly in her apartment, and if he wasn’t at her place she was at his. At this point they were the equivalent to roommates. Vince tried to convince himself it was because he felt calm and peace around her, not that he had a massive crush on her. He made the mistake of telling his friend Sam about her and he hasn’t heard the end of it.
Y/n wasn’t mad about constantly having the cute hockey player in her apartment over the last few weeks, however she did wish he gave some heads up when he came over though. There’s been many times he just barged in when she was looking like a mess or had just crawled out of bed with her hair everywhere. He claimed it was a cute look for her but she was still mortified. He was like sex on legs, he constantly looked amazing. Between his dark curls and his bright green eyes she knew she was fucked. Plus his constant flirting and the need for physical touch was not helping her case. She quickly picked up that physical touch was how he needed reassurance. He always mentioned how she kept him grounded and not in his head, she took that as a huge compliment, he didn’t seem like the type to let people in very easily.
Her phone vibrated on the table, bringing her out of her trance she had fallen into, she reached out and saw a text from Vince.
From Dunner 😈:
Hey babygirl, you able to talk?
Babygirl, the name he called her when it was just them, she loved it. It often became Babe around his friends and teammates. But she wasn’t mad about that nickname either. She hit the call button and waited for him to answer.
“Someone’s impatient” she rolled her eyes when he answered.
“You’re the one who texted me, I figured it would be a waste of time by texting you, just to have you call me” y/n explained.
“That’s fair. What are you up to?” He said, he sounded tired.
“Laying on my couch” y/n said.
“Sexy, what are you wearing” he smiled.
“Vince” she rolled her eyes “don’t make it weird.”
He laughed “come on babygirl live a little, I know you’re wearing my shirt.”
Glancing down she scoffed “no I’m not” yes she was, “How was your game” she quickly changed subjects.
“I knew it” he grinned biting his lip. He loved when she wore his clothes. “It was good, did you watch?”
“I always do” she sighed “when do you come back?”
“I knew you missed me” he chirped.
“Quit teasing me or I will hang up” she pouted. Messing with the hem of the worn out shirt.
“No you won’t, you miss me too much. But I’ll be back in a few days babe” he yawned.
“I’m gonna fall asleep soon” she said also yawning.
“You should stay up, I wanna keep flirting with you” he whined.
“You’re ridiculous” she laughed.
“You never flirt back, it’s boring” he said.
“Umm yes I do, you’re just super attractive and it makes me nervous to flirt with you too much, I never know when you’re being serious” she laughed.
“I’m always serious babe” he said, after a note of silence on her end he added “get some sleep, I’ll talk to you tomorrow yeah?”
“Yeah, goodnight Vince.”
As y/n hung up he looked at his lock screen photo of them. They were out at a club with the team, she was in a dark blue dress and he was wearing a black t shirt and dark jeans. She was sitting on his lap with his arm around her back and they were taking selfies. He had just touched her exposed shoulder with his cold beer bottle when she jumped. Then he snapped a photo of them mid laugh. It was his favorite picture of them. For as much as he teased her about her missing him, he was certain he missed her way more. Being away from her was weird. Especially since they had only met a short while ago. He’s never clicked with someone this quick before. He didn’t know what to make of it. His friend Sam had tried giving him advice on asking her out but he wasn’t sure how she felt about the situation. A text came through bringing him back to reality.
From Babygirl 🥵:
Goodnight 💕
To Babygirl 🥵:
Goodnight babe
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We looked at each other just a little too long to be just friends.
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*a few weeks later*
Y/n was adding some final touches to her makeup before she heard her door unlock.
“I’m coming!“ she shouted as she grabbed a hair tie to throw on her wrist. She walked out into the living room seeing Vince drop his duffel bag by the door, he was wearing a dark game day suit and his curls were styled perfectly. It’s a shame that hair will be covered by a helmet soon. Damn he looked good.
“You ready?” He asked.
“Yeah, just let me grab a few things,” she grabbed her purse and her water bottle. She was going to the game tonight because they were playing the Canucks, the Kraken tend to get a little rough with each other when they played teams close to them. Mainly because the crowd was always intense and got the energy going in the arena. So naturally Vince had convinced her to carpool with him, with games like this he always got a little hotheaded. Just having y/n around him seemed to keep him calm. Which he would need after tonight’s match up with their Canadian neighbors. She was his first friend here, and somehow between the late night talks and flirting he had fallen for her. Even some of the teammates had noticed how he kept her close to him, literally and figuratively. Little did he know that she had fallen for him too. How could she not. The two of them just fit so perfectly together. The drive to the game was filled with flirty banter and small talk.
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The game was a bloodbath. Penalties were called left and right. Players were coming off the ice like crazy with cuts and bloody noses and injuries constantly. It was a good thing they called in backup, which they definitely utilized. She was right behind the players bench watching everyone with such intensity, even the other team. The end of the second period was nearing, she couldn’t wait for the team to have an intermission to cool down. The energy in the arena was out of this world. She had been to plenty of games before, but none had been this intense.
Then it happened, gloves came off and it was a blur of blue and white wrestling on the ice, punches and insults thrown around like nothing. She forgot how to breathe once she realized it was Vince who was fighting. As a medic she was used to blood, especially at the hockey games, it never bothered her but it was different seeing Vince bloody. She wasn’t sure how long they had been fighting. After what felt like a lifetime the refs finally ripped the players apart. Vince immediately going towards the bench, he was yelling. The teams physician pulling him to the side and down the tunnel checking for any major injuries. They had moved so fast it didn’t register to y/n that they were halfway to the locker room already.
“No, I want y/n! Please!“ Vince shouted. Y/n snapping out of her frozen stance she followed the physician down the tunnel and into the locker room where she heard him shouting. As she turned the corner she immediately went for gloves and gauze. Throwing her hair up in a bun the physician was explaining what she needed to do, he had his hands full with this game, she was happy to help but still in shock that Vince was the one she was tending to. “No concussion, but we need the cut on his lip and cheek cleaned up and check his teeth for any other bleeding. He’ll return for the 3rd period. When you’re done with him send him where the rest of the team is. Oh and check his shoulder too, he took a nasty hit.”
“Yep. Got it” she said as she was washing her hands and putting gloves on to look at his face. As she stepped in front of Vince she grabbed his face gently making him look at her, still in shock over what she had witnessed. Yes she knew hockey was a violent sport. Yes she knew there were lots of injuries. But seeing Vince get hurt and in a fight was something she wasn’t prepared for. He was breathing hard, still pissed off about the call and the fight. But as soon as y/n was in front of him he felt better. She was explaining what she was doing, and asking permission to clean him up. He wasn’t listening, he knew she had to do that for her job. He leaned forward and just hugged her waist, leaning his head into her side, not saying anything. His breathing still heavy but starting to even out.
“Vince, I need to clean that cut,” y/n sighed.
“Y/n please. I need to calm down. Just—Please.” He was wound up, he tried to keep his voice level, not wanting her to hear him yell. So she let him, his sweat and probably blood going on her shirt. She just stood there and rubbed his back, well she tried to rub his back. It was hard with all the pads and gear on. After about 5 minutes of him just hugging her he finally pulled away. She didn’t say anything, she just looked at him, he nodded to her and she started looking at his injuries. He never looked away from her face. He notices the grey swirls in her eyes, she was holding back tears, the long black lashes, the freckles lightly dotting across her nose.
The cuts weren’t bad, and his shoulder was fine. Relief flooded her, when she was done she took her gloves off and threw everything away, “Vince, are you ok” she said looking at him. He was already looking at her.
“I’m ok” he breathed out “thank you baby girl.” He stood up and kissed her on the forehead, letting his lips stay there for a second longer than he should have, and walked to where the rest of his team was. She let out a huge sigh and sat down. After a minute she walked back to the bench for the last period.
The game ended in overtime with the Kraken winning. Y/n was charting and filling out paperwork when the team was finishing up post game interviews and showers. Vince walked around the corner to meet y/n by the team parking, and they walked together to his car. Once in the car Vince’s hand soon found its way to y/ns thigh, still needing some sort of comfort from her, she set her hand on top of his and intertwined their fingers. They said nothing the entire way home. Not even as he grabbed her hand and walked past her door straight to his apartment. It was rare that he was this quiet after games. They always fell so easy into conversations, but she didn’t dare speak first this time. She sat on the couch as he went into his room to change. After a few minutes he came out and handed her one of his old shirts, she walked to the bathroom to change. She grinned once she saw it was her favorite shirt of his, a very worn out hockey shirt from when he played for the Icedogs in his OHL days. It fell to her mid thigh, which was fine, she normally wore boy short underwear so she wasn’t super uncomfortable in just the shirt.
As she walked out of the bathroom she saw him in the kitchen. His sweatpants hanging low on his hips. She could see the tension in his back muscles still. She walked up to him and just hugged him from behind, even though he towered over her. He turned around and lifted her up to where she was sitting on the counter and his hands were on either side of her legs. They stared at each other for a minute. Y/n reached out to brush his curls off his forehead. He leaned into her touch and as she went to grab the side of his face he grabbed her hand a kissed the back of it.
“Y/n. I am sorry for what happened earlier.”
“Vince, I’ve seen you fight before it’s not a big deal, I just panicked for a second when I saw that you were the one hurt, and with everyone screaming that loud in there I just shut down.“
“ No, let me finish please.” He sighed, “it’s not that. I—fuck. He made a comment about you and it set me off. Y/n you give me a sense of calm that I’ve never had before. I’m pretty hotheaded and get worked up pretty easy out there. You’re the only thing that can calm me down, and that terrifies me. Every time I’m around you I just feel peace, and comfort. I’m not sure how to explain it, and I know it sounds dumb but I just need you to stay with me.”
“Vince I’m not leaving, you make me feel the same. I’m not sure when it happened for me either but everything is easy with you. I don’t want it to stop” Y/n said.
“Can we go to bed then? Just relax for the night?” Vince looked at her.
“Yes.”
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