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ivyglow · 2 years

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love is an open door | stepdad!anthony beauvillier

A/n: I had this idea forever, it started w an ask and I decided to turn it into an imagine. It's quite simple, I hope you guys like it. Oh! and I'm sorry, sweeties, it's not proofread!!!

word count: 1.8k

warnings: baby talk, supportive parents (maybe this should be a tw, not sure, but better be safe than sorry), food mention and that's pretty much all I guess. Let me know if you find any other <3 oh! and be aware this is pure fluff!

pairing: stepdad!anthony beauvillier x female!singlemom!reader

Summary: y/n is a single mother who starts dating a hockey player. Months into the relationship, she begins falling in love with said player, but the last thing she was expecting was her daughter to love him too to the point of asking Anthony to be her father.

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Being a “single mother” -as people liked to call it- wasn’t easy. Especially considering y/n has been doing it since she was eighteen years old, all by herself, granted she had her parent’s help, but she wanted to take the responsibility and although she counted on her dad to take care of Madison during finals, or her mom to pick up the kid on daycare while she was busy with work, y/n used to do everything in her power to not fill her parents with her duties. For four years she only had time for Madison and her work, the former being her main priority since the beginning, so that meant not only didn’t y/n have time for boyfriends, but she also didn’t want to. She didn’t want to risk getting heartbroken again and now involving her daughter in the process, she didn’t want to spend her energy getting to know someone only to realize that he was not the one, that he wouldn’t be a good person to keep around her kid. So she carried on happily going with things, proud of her growth, proud of her baby girl, proud of everything she had accomplished, and she was sure there wouldn’t be anybody else for a long time, that life would consist only of her and Madison…until Anthony came around.

She was afraid at first because being around Anthony made her feel safe and cared about, and what if things don’t work out? What if Maddie doesn’t like him? Her head was full of “what if’s”, but not for long whereas Tito was fast to brush them away, he talked and talked, and told her about how he felt and how he wanted to get into her life and meet Madison, and how he respected her decision whatever it was and he would wait patiently, always.

And that he did.

Their relationship would only get stronger with time, both of them had now on each other a shoulder to lean on, and while Tito didn’t meet Maddie y/n would tell him everything about the kid, her likes and dislikes, her favorite color, what she hated and what would make her giggle. And weren’t Anthony falling even harder after all these details?! Every passing month there was the hope that this would be the one where he would meet the kid, where he and y/n would finally let all their walls down. It was a couple of months, but he was understanding.

After all, all this waiting and anguish proved to be worth it when he first met Madison. Your shy four year old fell in love instantly with Anthony and he became part of your life completely. Not only did he know Maddie, but she actually enjoyed his company and he proved to be great with kids. Tito would have tea parties with her and they would watch movies together whenever she asked him because he would give in just that easily, she would ask him whatever she wanted and he would gladly answer yes.

That’s how y/n ended up getting ready for a movie theater night on her free day from work. Frozen II was finally out on the theater and Madison wanted to watch the sequel. No doubt, she wanted Beau to be there because they would watch the first one together on the couch whenever he visited. Over the moon because Anthony was joining the movie theater that night she asked to wear her favorite overalls and held tight to her stuffed dragon Beauvillier gifted her a while ago.

When Beauvillire rings the bell, Madison runs so fast to open the door y/n can’t help but laugh. He’s standing there holding a bag of something and y/n instantly knows it's for Maddie because he loves to spoil her and she can smell the sugar from afar.

“Hey, little one!” there's a bright smile on his face, a full and big smile she came to realize he doesn’t use with everyone. “I got you and mommy some chocolate chip cookies from my favorite coffee shop,” he crouches down to her level and she smiles before wrapping her little arms around him and saying a shy thank you. He gets up and y/n hugs him too, leaving a small peck on his lips.

After settling Madison on the baby car seat he bought specially for her -his nephew and niece being way too small for the seat- they drove to the theater. The whole ride there’s some calm music playing while Madison goes on about how Frozen 2 is gonna be cool and she can’t help but watch it, while Tito agrees and they discuss theories -because yes, she got him into the movie just like she does with everyone around, Madison was this charismatic.

The night went on smoothly, the three of them shared a medium popcorn bucket, Tito drank orange juice with Maddie while y/n went with water and they shared a bag of skittles close to the end of the movie. He would smile at y/n every once in a while and hold her hand, but his focus was mainly on Maddie because she seemed so happy and energetic, she was glowing and so was y/n because Madison’s happiness was hers too.

When the movie was over y/n went to the bathroom and Maddie waited for her mother with Beau, her small hands being swallowed by his and y/n couldn’t help but notice how they looked for the people passing by. They looked like father and daughter. Y/n took her time washing her face and fixing her hair since the two times she came to the bathroom during the movie was to take Maddie to pee. After washing and drying her hands she got out and the scene in front of her melted her heart. Madison is now on Tito’s arms, head rested on his shoulder and eyes closed, her face seems so peaceful y/n instantly knows she’s in her deep slumber, she smiles walking to them.

“Hey,” it's a whisper, even though the place is full of people and there’s noise enough to wake Madison.

“Hey, there” he answers, giving y/n one of his signature smiles, “she seemed tired and she asked me to hold her, is she asleep?” he asked, turning a bit so she could see Maddie’s face.

“Yup, it usually takes forever for her to sleep outside especially when it’s noisy around,” y/n points out and he smiles shyly. “Thank you,” she whispers holding his free hand and Tito blinks at her.

“No need to thank me, y/n. You know I love her,” he voices while holding her close. He motions for y/n to grab his hand when she starts to walk to the parking lot, their fingers thread together and his hold is warm, Tito always feels so warm. There’s the safety sensation around, he makes y/n’s heart warm too and she knows it’s real love, she knows she was finally the lucky one.

It’s only months later, Tito being around more than ever, that Maddie decides that she wants him to come to the parent's reunion at school. Tito only went to Madison’s school a couple of times, most of them to either drop her or get her after classes, only two of them for her recital/presentation. That being said, it would only take a bat of an eyelash and a pout for Tito to do whatever she wanted, so that's how y/n found herself sitting together at a small chair sided by Anthony who held Madison on his lap. She had this big smile on her face, and her expression only grew prideful when the kindergarten teacher dropped some drawings and exercises on the table.

“As I was saying, Maddie is such a great kid. She’s fast to learn, always curious, and ready to help others” the teacher smiles at both of you.

“Look, daddy!!! I made this one just yesterday, it’s me, you, and mommy!!” Madison kept explaining the colorful sheet and y/n could see the doubtful expression her boyfriend gave her as if asking if that was ok.

Tito smiled attentively at Maddie’s explanation. He dropped a kiss on her forehead and y/n smiled without really knowing what to do. The teacher went on talking about Madison, mainly good things, while Tito nodded his head and eventually asked some things. Y/n only had the energy to say goodbye at the end of the meeting and try to pretend she wasn’t shocked while Tito drove them home.

Their routine went on, they would have dinner together, maybe watch a movie or play with Madison, she would fall asleep easily afterwards and Tito and y/n would take the time to enjoy each other all alone. This time however, both of them were distracted by what Madison kept calling Anthony.

“Baby, why are you calling Tito your daddy?” y/n asked once they got home and changed, Madie sitting between both of them, small eyes focused on the screen.

“because, mommy, in school one of my friends told me that a daddy is someone who takes care of you, gets you to school and reads for you to sleep…daddy Tito also loves me, right?” She looked over at him as if waiting for confirmation and he smiled and nodded.

“I do love you, sweetheart.”

Your heart melted when she climbed closer to him and laid her head on his chest.

“You can be my daddy, right?!” she asked, looking at him, curiosity and hope all over her small eyes. Anthony caressed her curly hair, kissed her forehead and looked briefly at y/n as if asking. Y/n’s heart skipped a beat when Madison asked again and she couldn’t help but nod to him. She knew he loved both of them, knew he would be a permanent figure in their lives. He was kind, generous and caring. He was everything Madie needed in a father figure and he was also everything you once looked for in a lover.

“Of course, sweetheart, I would love to be your daddy,” his reply is soft and y/n can see some tears streaming down his face. Madison is quick to notice as well, and her kid brain cannot help but ask: “are you sad, daddy?? What happened?”

“I’m not sad, love. These are happy tears. Daddy is really happy to have you and your mom, that’s all,” he explains and y/n feels her face wet. Madison hugs him tight and Beauvillier extends his arms, opening space for his girlfriend. The three of them hug, the adults knowing they’ll eventually have a deeper conversation about the topic, and Madison happy to have the family she always dreamt about.

Love was really an open door and y/n had just pushed it wider to walk in with her daughter and Anthony.

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swissboyhisch · 10 months

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Drunken Mistakes

Pairing: Mathew Barzal x Reader

Summary: After receiving some bad news, you just wanted to not be alone. After a couple drinks, what most likely is a bad decision, starts to sound too good to miss.

Word Count: 2576

Warnings: Alcohol, friends with benefits, bad thoughts

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Alcohol. Something to numb the pain. Anything honestly.

After the news you just received, you wanted some kind of distraction. You didn’t want to stay in your hotel room alone. Being in the city, away from your home. You wanted some kind of comfort. Sure, you had some friends living in the city, but everyone was busy. Leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Mat then popped into your mind. An ex-fling. Your childhood best friend that you had reconnected with. One you had a friends-with-benefits situation with. After nights of constant talking and hours-long phones on the way home from work, you had caught feelings for Mat. In return, he ghosted you. Yes, he had warned you not to catch feelings, but it still hurt.

Neither of you had messaged each other for months. The last thing you discussed was your travels through Europe and how you were doing amazingly. During that conversation, Mat had admitted he was lonely. But something was telling you to text him at this very moment. Maybe it was just your desperate need not to be alone.

Hey

Within minutes Mat had replied. When he asked how you were going, you told him the truth. Not good… Well, more like horrible. With that admission, Mat drove to your hotel to pick you up. Promising to be there as quickly as he could.

You grabbed some clothes for the night and the phone charger before heading down to the lobby to wait for Mat. It didn’t take long before the familiar mop of hair weaved through the few people standing about the lobby.

“Hey,” Mat muttered, pulling you into a hug. He could tell you weren’t doing the greatest. “You’re gonna be okay.”

You relax into his body. Your body goes slack in Mat’s arms, holding you against him. “Can we go to yours?”

“Let’s go,” Mat replies.

The brunette grabbed your bag from your hands and placed his hand on your lower back to guide you out of the hotel. His luxurious car was parked in the valet. Mat opened your door, allowing you to slide into the passenger seat and get comfortable. Once Mat pulled out of the hotel, he drove through the city. The music playing on Bluetooth became the soundtrack to your life as you stared out the window.

“The new place,” You finally spoke up, seeing the building come into view.

“Yeah, the new place.”

You noticed things that were not Mat’s when you walked into his apartment. A pair of shoes near the door that wasn’t his style. A pair of keys to a car that wasn’t his. Well, that you knew of.

“No roommate?”

Mat chuckled at the question, “I got a roommate, one of the traded guys.”

That made your heart hurt—more than it already was. Anthony Beauvillier was one of your closest friends, especially when you and Mat were hooking up. And now he lives in Vancouver. If you were hurting, you could only imagine how Mat was taking the whole ordeal.

“Have you talked to Tito recently?” You ask.

“Every day. Want a drink?”

The yes flew out of your mouth faster than you could predict. After looking through Mat’s vast selection of expensive alcohol, you decided to have a Jack and Coke. He grabbed the bottle of whiskey and mixer, a glass from the cupboard, and a shot glass.

“How strong?”

“At least a double,” You answered.

Then the tour began. He started in the kitchen and living room. The occasional picture of his family is scattered on the walls and shelves. Next was the balcony. Quite considerable and well-decorated. The area's main feature is a comfy couch facing the city's view. The last room on the list was his bedroom, which was very Mat: simple colours, well shades of black and white. The wardrobe with mirrors for sliding doors was on the left as you walked in. Across the room was a large window. A dresser with a tv opposite his bed sat centre on the wall to your right—every bit Mat as you’d like.

“My teammate isn’t home, so do you wanna watch a movie in the lounge room?”

“Let me get comfy first,” You mutter, placing your drink on the dresser as you put your bag in the corner of the room.

After changing, you joined Mat on the couch. His feet kicked up on the poof he had, and an enormous blanket lay over his lower half. Without saying anything, you slid under the blanket and sat directly beside him, despite the space on the couch.

“What movie?”

You look at the options on Netflix, “I don’t know.”

“You choose,” Mat decided, handing you the remote.

“Why?” You laughed.

“You’re the guest.”

“Come on, Mat.”

You gave up on that argument quickly and just flicked through the app. Nothing piqued your interest, and Mat wasn’t any help. Then you came upon Molly’s Game. From the description, it was about an Olympian who runs a high-end poker game for the mafia and prominent stars who ends up on the radar of the FBI. It sounded exciting, and you hadn’t watched it, so you pressed play.

The two of you sat watching the movie, alcoholic drink in hand. The occasional comment or questions asked between you about things that had happened recently. After a bit, you finally got comfy. You were leaning into Mat’s side, head on the shoulder. His arm slides up and around your shoulders. He was holding you tightly against his side. Both of you were settled. You came to trace shapes on his chest as you focused on the movie. His lightly ghosted up and down your back.

It was quiet until Mat broke the silence between you both. “I forgot how easy it is with you.”

You felt that deeply. Whenever you and Mat had spent time together in the past, you didn’t have to try. Didn’t have to actively think about what to do. You both just worked so well together. Sometimes you wondered why he didn’t want a relationship with you if that was his thoughts.

“Me too.”

You finished your drink quickly. It's likely quicker than you should have. Mat didn’t hesitate to grab your empty glass from your hand and get up to make you another drink. You watched as he walked around the couch and to the kitchen. Even twisting so you can lean on the back of the couch and watch him. He saw you looking at him and smiled at you. For a quick second, you felt those butterflies in your stomach, similar to when you two had first hooked up.

“Want to do a shot?” Mat asked as he finished making your drink.

Your eyes lit up at the suggestion. Quickly joining Mat at his alcohol stash. “Of what?”

“I don’t know.”

After having a flashback to having had many nights when you were younger doing shots, you knew what you wouldn’t shoot. “Anything but vodka.”

“How about Fireball?” Mat asked as he grabbed his half-empty bottle.

“Sounds great.”

Mat poured out the two shots. Pouring on the smaller side as the shooters were quite large. You both clinked your glasses before throwing back the amber liquid. Cinnamon. Quite pleasant, you thought. You both put down the glass before sharing a laugh. That was when you looked up at Mat and saw how close you were. Without hesitating, you went in for the kiss. Sure, neither of you had discussed how the night would end between you, but it seemed like there was an underlying tension, sexual.

You both smiled at each other and settled back onto the couch. You were drinking and paying little attention to the movie on the large screen. Most of your attention was on Mat. Your hand started to wander. Starting on his chest and then making your way up to his jaw. He currently had more stubble than you had seen him with in the past.

“I like the scruff,” You comment.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Then silence once more. Both yours and Mat’s hands wandered, touching each other lightly. Nothing too inappropriate. Even the occasional snuggle into Mat’s chest resulted in his hand coming to scratch the back of your head lightly. Just comforting touches that you needed after the news you had heard earlier.

You watched Mat skull the last bit of his beer, then place the empty bottle on the coffee table to his right. After handing him your drink to place on it, you struggle to get out of the tangled mess of blankets and legs. You made your way through the dark, well, low light, to the kitchen to grab a beer for the fridge. Mat watched in amusement as you walked a little tipsy.

“You didn’t have to,” Mat stated as you opened the fridge.

You grabbed the beer he was drinking, “Twist top?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool,” You hum before opening the bottle and returning to Mat’s side, handing him his drink before snuggling back to his side. Not without a quick peck to his lips.

Midway through the movie and a few more drinks later, the kissing intensified. Your hand cups Mat’s scruffy jaw as he pulls you in closer. Fingers tangled into your hair.

“Wanna move to the bedroom?” Mat mumbles against your lips.

“Sure.” Mat turned off the tv and placed the empty glass and bottles on the kitchen counter. You went to the bedroom while he did that. Placing your phone on charge and climbing in under the covers.

Mat walked in and slipped off his t-shirt, revealing his abs. A sight you had missed. God, he was so good-looking. Angelic really. The light was changed to red, a staple between you and Mat when you were hooking up. It also doubled as a warning to Tito that you two were fucking.

“Looking hot,” You grin as Mat makes his way to bed with you.

With a hard tug, Mat falls on top of you. He dipped his head once more to capture your lips with his. You pressed your hips against him, feeling his hard-on under his sweats. Hands slid under your jumper. Pulling up the hoodie. Mat broke the kiss to slip off the article of clothing and throwing in the direction of your bag before returning to kiss your lips.

“Mat,” You moaned as the brunette moved to kiss down your neck.

He gently bit that sweet spot he had memorised, then smirked as you moaned again. “Found it.”

His words made you laugh lightly. Then cut off again by a moan since Mat slid a hand up into your hair. A tangled mess and slight tug. A staple move by the big-shot hockey player. In retaliation, you grazed your hands over his cock under his sweats, making Mat halt in his movements, a silent moan. You tug his sweatpants a little.

“You want them off?” Mat smirks.

“Of course.”

Mat listens to your needs and stands up, gripping the waistband and sliding them down. His hard cock sprung out of the waistband. Slapping his abs with a satisfying skin-on-skin sound.

“Your turn.” You lifted your hips, allowing Mat to slide off your sweatpants. Mat chuckled at your underwear. “You planned on getting some, didn’t you?”

“Can ya tell?”

Without saying anymore, Mat slipped off your underwear and pulled your legs, sliding your body to the edge of the bed. You wrapped your legs around his waist. You needed him closer.

“Mat…”

You reached your hands up and pulled him down to your lips. Lips. Tongues. Wandering hands. A little biting on your part. After you and Mat hooked up last time, you knew to hold back on the biting. You moved to kiss down Mat’s neck, nipping and sucking as you went.

His fingers tangled into your hair to pull you away, “Careful. No marking, you know that.”

“I know, I know. I wasn’t planning on doing it.”

The following day you awoke to Mat lying shirtless beside you in bed. Little snores were the only sound echoing around the room. Your phone was suddenly receiving notifications, buzzing on the side table.

“What time is it?” You mumble to yourself. Leaning over to look at your phone. The glowing white numbers. 6:00 AM. “Fuck.”

You had forgotten to change the sleep focus for last night. Usually, you’d be up for work at this time hence why your phone turned notifications back on. You flicked it back onto sleep focus and rolled over to curl into Mat’s side.

“What’s the time?” He mumbles, barely even awake.

“6.”

“Go back to sleep,” Mat huffed.

For the next two hours, the pair of your drifted in and out of sleep. Either you would shuffle and wake Mat or vice versa. Then it got to the point you couldn’t be bothered to try to go back to sleep. Instead, you pulled up Instagram to scroll through whilst Mat slept. You knew Mat liked his sleep, and he had a later morning skate at 10 AM if you remember correctly.

“Mat, it’s 8:30,” You mumbled when you noticed the time. Both of you needed to shower before leaving. And Mat had offered to drop you back at your hotel on his way to practice.

The two of you fell into a routine of getting ready for the day. You showered before changing back into the clothes you wore to Mat’s. Mat jumped in the shower after you. He came out of the bathroom dressed in jeans and one of his many Islanders hoodies. Something that made him look so good.

Mat came over to where you were sitting on his bed, slipping on your Apple Watch. He leant down and pressed a kiss to your lips once more. Probably the final one of the morning. “Want some food before I drop you off?”

“That sounds good.”

You grabbed your bag, and the pair of your made your way to Mat’s car. He had mentioned a bakery near your hotel that was good. It didn’t take too long… in city time that is. The two of you entered the cafe. Browsing all there was to choose from. After looking at all the baked goods, you decided to get juice—something to quell your unsettled stomach, hopefully. Mat stood before you, eyeing up something in the glass case.

“What do you want?” Mat asked.

“Oh, I’m just getting a juice. Don’t feel like getting any food at the moment.” Mat plucked the juice bottle from your hands and placed it on the counter with his drink. You groaned, going to try to grab the drink back, but he smacked your hand away. “Mat, I can get my drink.”

“Don’t stress about it. I don’t mind.”

You didn’t expect Mat to pay for your stuff. Honestly, you hated having people pay for things for you. Mat was a good person, and you knew that. So it really shouldn’t have been a surprise. After he paid for your things, you both returned to his car, and he started to make his way to your hotel. It was quiet until you pulled into your hotel driveway.

“Thank you for last night,” You stated as you grabbed your bag. “I need it.”

“Me too,” Mat smiles.

“Good luck for tonight.”

Mat says a quick thank you. “Keep me updated.”

“Will do.”

“Bye.”

You send him one last smile. “Bye.”

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princessphilly · 3 years

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Kinktober Day 9: Cock Worship: Anthony Beauviller

Kinks: blow jobs, cock sucking, pet names

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You really couldn’t explain it, even if you tried.

As you licked his balls, your hand stroking his cock, you found yourself lost in the sensations. His groans were like music to your ears as you sucked one, then the other in your mouth. Then your lips moved back to his cock, sucking softly on the tip. His hand was on your head, his voice urgent as he said, “Fuck, baby, I’m so close.”

A devilish look in your eyes, you sucked harder, willing Tito to fall apart. And he did, pumping into your mouth, giving you the reward you craved.

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im-only-joking · 3 years

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Do Not Disturb on the Hotel Door Part 1

This fic has been a LONNNNNGGG time coming, based off this edit that @bbbarzal made that I am in love with and have watched probably a thousand times at this point. I mean... can’t go wrong with 2 pretty best friends, right?

https://bbbarzal.tumblr.com/post/650623516756131841/introducing-two-pretty-bestfriends

Warnings: Threesome; mentions of sex in this chapter, but no actual full smut yet; not really infidelity, but like mentions of looking at someone who is not their partner; non-negotiated kinks. ummm think that’s it, but I tried to make it so that it was clear that everything was clear-headed and consensual!

Anthony Beauvillier x Mat Barzal x Reader

Mat’s birthday fell at the perfect time to also celebrate the series win against the Penguins, meaning an even larger affair, more drinks, buttons on carefully pressed shirts being undone to bare muscled chests and dresses’ hemlines were barely covering anything.

And while your boyfriend was passed around-as the birthday boy was due to be- your eyes wandered a bit in search of conversation.

Conversation fell into your lap happily, as a drunken Beau tipped onto the couch you were perched on.

While you talked, you noticed your eyes lingering on his exposed chest, his soft linen green shirt bringing out the blue in his eyes, his biceps flexing the material of the rolled sleeves.

Sydney Martin’s hand on your shoulder snapped you out of your daze and you gratefully accepted another drink from her, but nursed it slowly throughout the rest of the night. Clearly, it was just the alcohol in your veins making you think… things, about Beau. You weren’t a cheater, and you loved Mat more than anything. It was okay to look.

He was your boyfriend’s best friend though. Looking, even innocently, at him was like high treason, right?

You deliberated guiltily all evening over if you had been flirty in your conversation with Beau, whether you had been leading him on in any way. You reasoned that he had to know that you were tipsy and didn’t mean it because you were with Mat, but half your brain was telling you WHORE.

“You’ve been really quiet tonight,” Mat observed, startling you out of another guilty thought-spiral.

You teased, “I’ve just been trying to let you have your spotlight.”

Mat chuckled, gathering you in his arms, half undressed. “Always willing to share as long as it’s with you.”

“Cheesy,” you smiled, nose scrunching as you let him kiss your forehead.

“Maybe.”

As soon as you got in the door of your apartment Mat was on you, sucking marks on your neck, hands flying to grip your waist, pull you as close to him as possible.

“You gonna be a good girl for me?” Mat rasped, playoff beard scratching against your collarbone as he bit down, eliciting a sharp gasp from you, your hands tugging his locks.

“Daddy,” you whined, earning yourself Mat’s harsh grip on your chin.

“Use your words, baby,” Mat ordered, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and releasing it with a pop.

“I’ll be a good girl for you Daddy,” you whimpered.

“Then you’ll need to wait, we have a guest coming.”

Your brows gathered, confusion taking over your face, making Mat rumble out a laugh.

“You really think I didn’t catch you looking at my best friend? If you’re so interested in him, why shouldn’t I let him have a little fun with you? Share how good my girl can be when she wants to,” Mat smirked, tucking a hair that had fallen in your face behind your ear. “You think you can be on your best behavior for him?”

You shuddered with want, “Yes Daddy.”

“Atta girl,” Mat murmured, his hand possessive on the back of your neck as a knock on the door startled you.

“Why don’t you get naked and greet him,” Mat suggested, though his tone made it clear you weren’t to argue unless you were truly uncomfortable with it.

You gulped, nodded, and stripped to your panties, which were black lace, specifically picked out by Mat for you to wear for his birthday. He nodded, ushering you towards the door as another knock on the door beckoned you towards it.

You opened the door to see Beau as he had been dressed earlier, his blue eyes darkening as he took in your figure.

“What a warm welcome, chérie,” Beau hummed, fingers dancing over the lace at your waistline.

“Mat surprised me with this,” you mentioned, ducking your head a little. “I didn’t realize I’d been caught looking.”

Beau laughed gently, rubbing circles on your hip with his thumb. “You don’t have to be shy about it. Clearly, it isn’t a big deal, and it looks like Mat isn’t going to mind if you did more than look.”

You breathed out a giggle, hands finding Beau’s and you pulled him into the apartment to find that Mat wasn’t there.

“He’s in the kitchen, I can hear him,” Beau nodded to the archway that led to your kitchen, where the light was, in fact, on.

Beau sat on the couch, tugging you onto his lap with a squeal, your hands on his shoulders to stabilize you as you straddled his thighs. His hands explored your skin, running over your lace-covered breasts as you settled into his lap more, rolling your hips gently.

“You’re a naughty little thing, aren’t you?” Beau sniggered, hands sliding to your ass to give it a squeeze, rocking his hips up to meet yours in a dirty swivel. When you didn’t answer, one hand came up to your face to smack your cheek gently. “Mat said you were gonna be good for me. I’d like to hear an answer, doll.”

“Sorry, sir,” you gasped, rolling your hips down hard to hear Beau groan. “I like being naughty for Mat… and you. I’d like to blow you if you’d let me.”

Mat emerged from the kitchen then, a couple of bottles of water in hand, which he set on the table next to the couch.

“Thought I’d let you two get comfortable. I told Beau a bit about what you like to give him some ideas, but I know you’ll ask for what you want anyway,” Mat said, hand on your neck to tilt your face up to his for a kiss. You could feel Beau’s gaze on the both of you as you let Mat claim your mouth.

“She asked to blow me,” Beau stated, leaning back to rest against the back of the couch. Mat settled beside him, smirking.

“Well, give us a show then, darling,” he commanded, and you slipped off Beau’s lap to get on your knees in front of him, your mouth already salivating at the thought of having him in your mouth.

You groaned as sunlight woke you, streaming into the room through the cracks in the blinds, and you tried to sort out what was reality. What you realized was your legs and Mat’s were interlocked, your panties and even your sleep shorts were soaked through from your dream, and your hips were still rocking gently against Mat’s thigh.

“Well, good morning,” Mat grinned, clearly having woken up before you, and amused by the situation. “Sweet dreams, I guess?”

“Jesus,” you groaned, your head thumping back onto the pillow as you detached yourself from Mat’s leg.

“I wasn’t complaining, rather the opposite,” Mat laughed, ruffling your bedhead. “Just curious to know what got you so in the mood so I can recreate it.”

You froze, guilty again, as you remembered everything about the dream. “Well… it was pretty much like any of the times we get really frisky, you know. Like, you got all… commanding and sexy and stuff.”

Mat’s brow quirked, “That normally has a pretty good effect, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this worked up before… not from a dream, anyway.”

You bit your lip anxiously.

Mat frowned. “Is there… a new thing you want to explore?”

You took a breath, steadying yourself, and sat up.

“No, not really.”

#anthony beauvillier smut #anthony beauvillier #anthony beauvillier imagine #anthony beauvillier x reader #mat barzal #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal imagine #mat barzal smut #anthony beauvillier x mat barzal #@bbbarzal with all the inspo on this haha #and gotta thank mel #@hotgirlhockey for ur help with writing this #I couldnt have even started it without your help lol

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kolsmikaelson · 2 years

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instagram edit and moodboard request rules

— send an ask with a full name from this list and a scenario (ex: sirius black and a astronomy tower date).

— if you don’t send a full name and i’m not sure who its for i will either assume somebody or ignore your request.

— i will not do anything that has to do with death, romanticized mental health, no nsfw etc.

— fem!reader, nb!reader, gn!reader (specify if you want specific pronouns, i’ll use gender neutral if not).

— i will do poly! x readers. ( ex: mat barzal x reader x anthony beauvillier beach date )

#blog stuff #find easily #instagram edit and moodboard request rules

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jostystyles · 3 years

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ayo, what? emmie’s writing again? yeah! in honor of just passing the 1 year anniversary of one of the greatest albums of all time, I present to you the heartbreak weather collection. this is very self indulgent, and i’m branching out a tad as to who’s included in it. the masterlist will be updated as written. fics will come slowly but surely because i’m still busy with school. i’m very excited for this, so please let me know if you want to be tagged in any/every/or all! many thanks to my love @gcdric for the header, and my besties for being my biggest supporters as always ⛈

track 01: heartbreak weather, nolan patrick x reader

track 02: black and white, george weasley x reader // coming soon

track 03: dear patience, mat barzal x reader //coming soon

track 04: bend the rules, fred weasley x reader // coming soon

track 05: small talk, fred weasley x reader // coming soon (part of @ch0colatefr0gs writing challenge)

track 06: nice to meet ya, george weasley x reader // coming soon

track 07: put a little love on me, mat barzal x reader // coming soon

track 08: arms of a stranger, james potter x reader, slight jily // coming soon

track 09: everywhere, mat barzal x reader // coming soon

track 10: cross your mind, ginny weasley x reader // coming soon

track 11: new angel, fred weasley x reader // coming soon

track 12: no judgment, kirby dach x reader // coming soon

track 13: san francisco, fred weasley x reader // coming soon

track 14: still, anthony beauvillier x reader // coming soon

track 15: dress, george weasley x reader // coming soon

track 16: nothing, nolan patrick x reader // coming soon

tagging some moots under the cut!

@ch0colatefr0gs @slytherinsunrise @vogueweasley @thisismynerdyself @jilyevans @breadqueen95 @rcwenaclaw @andromedaa-tonks @cedwardcullen @theweasleyslut @virgohufflepuff @keepawaythenargles @george-fabian-weasley @weelittleweasley @gryffindors-weasley @wand3ringr0s3 @wandsandwheezes @anchoeritic @love-peachh @lunalovecroft @hufflepuffhaze @sunshineandshadowss if I missed anyone i’m sorry, but let me know if you wanna be tagged! all the love as always xx

#emmie speaks #emmie writes #i’m nervous for this so pls go easy on me #george weasley x reader #fred weasley x reader #nolan patrick x reader #mat barzal x reader #kirby dach x reader #anthony beauvillier x reader #james potter x reader #heartbreak weather

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idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 · 4 years

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Let Me

Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

Requested: Yes – Anonymous

Fandom: NHL

Relationship: FWB; Anthony Beauvillier x Reader

Song: Let Me by Zayn

Summary: You might be friends with benefits with Tito, but you want more. Does he?

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Mentioned sex

A slight bang woke you up followed closely by a muffled ‘fuck.’ You groaned softly and rolled over, pressing your face into a pillow to try to go back to sleep. But, the scent of his cologne filled your nose and forced you to open your eyes. You weren’t in your bed. You weren’t even at home.

I must have fallen asleep, you realized as you took in your surroundings. You were in Anthony’s bed in Anthony’s apartment, which meant that the bang you hear as Anthony. It wasn’t unusual for one of you to fall asleep at each other’s place, actually it had become a routine. That didn’t stop you from thinking that sleeping in each other’s bed, more or less in each other’s arms, was blurring the lines between friends with benefits and more. And the more wasn’t something you could think about.

You would be lying if you said you had never thought about it. Anthony was one of your closest friends, even if you had only known him a year. And he was smoking hot. And you were fucking regularly in a “mutual agreement.” Between the sex and how close the two of you already were, it was easy for the black and white to become grey and for you to imagine that what you guys had was real, even just for a second.

And, well, those thoughts could be dangerous. Because it wasn’t real, and Anthony was your friend. You couldn’t lose Anthony. You just couldn’t. So you had to lock away that part of you that wanted more, and you had to force down the guilt every time you felt like you were taking advantage of him because you wanted more and he didn’t.

Like now, when you swallowed down your feelings and got out of bed. You put on a pair of panties and your sweats you left here for moments exactly like this and grabbed one of his Isles hoodies from his closet before you walked into the ensuite to brush your teeth and make your hair look somewhat presentable before walking out into the main living space of the apartment.

Tito was in the kitchen making breakfast. There was a cup of coffee on the sitting side of the island and another one where he was standing by the stove. He was shirtless, his hair messy from the night before and he was wearing his glasses. It made you stop in your step, a pang of pain in your heart as you took it in.

Who wouldn’t want to wake up to that every morning?

You took a deep breath and walked into the room, taking a seat at the island a pulling the cup of coffee towards you. It was warm to touch but not hot, so it had been sitting there for a bit, but not long.

“Bon matine.” He smiled at you and you murmured those words back to him. The was another wonderful thing about spending time with Anthony, French was being integrated into your daily life even though you lived in NYC. He had spent, and continues to spend, countless nights, most of them with a bottle of wine between the two of you, teaching you different French words and phrases.

Those were the best nights. You got to learn something new and hear Tito speak perfect French with his accent. And you got to hear the wonderful laughter of the man in front of you when you butchered a word or phrase.

“Sleep well?” He asked and slid a plate of breakfast across the table to you.

“Mhm, yeah,” you hummed. “You?”

“Yeah, it’s a lot easier to sleep with someone next to you than alone.” He answered before turning from you and busying himself with making his own plate of breakfast. You shook your head, forcing yourself to not look too much into his words.

You took a couple bites of your breakfast and you couldn’t help the soft moan as you closed your eyes. “Tito, fuck this is amazing. I would literally pay you to make me breakfast every morning.”

“You wouldn’t have to pay me to make you breakfast.” He answered, leaning back against the counter and taking a bite of his breakfast.

“Hmm?” You asked, “what do you mean?”

“I dunno.” He answered with a shrug, his words slurring together as he kept his eyes on the plate in front of him. Maybe you were just tired, but you thought he looked pretty vulnerable, which was something he didn’t normally look like.

You raised an eyebrow, looking for a better answer.

He looked up at you and sighed. “If we were really together, I would make you breakfast every day I could.” He finally said, his voice softening with every word.

You choked. Like full coughing fit choked. Anthony cursed to himself and put his plate down, reaching to grab an empty glass from the cabinet and filling it with some water and walking around the island to you, putting the glass in front of you and running a hand down your back.

When you were done choking, you drank the whole glass of water, tears in your eyes as you looked at him. “What else would you do if we were really together?” You asked, your voice rough from choking.

Anthony took a deep breath, unslouching his shoulders. His lips twitched up into a smile as he looked at you, confidence filling his body. “If we were really together, I would take care of you. Wine and dine you all the time, only the expensive wine too. I would take you to games and events, buy you whatever dresses you want. You could have a drawer here, a real drawer. I would take you home to Montréal in the summer to meet my parents. I would take care of you, make sure you were happy.” His voice softened significantly with the last part and if you weren’t already head over heels for this boy, you would be now.

“Yeah?” You asked.

His hand stayed on your back and he nodded. “Yeah, if you’d let me.”

You smiled and stood up from the chair, his hand fall from you as he took a step back to give you room. You took a step forwards so you were chest to chest with him and you looped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. His lips twitched up a bit and he brought his hands up to your hips.

“I would love that. All of that. Especially the expensive wine and dresses part.” You said with a soft laugh. Anthony laughed too, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against him.

“I’m glad.” He said softly before he closed the distance between the two of you. You had kissed numerous times before, but this time was different. This time there were real feelings. It meant something. It wasn’t about sex and helping each other out, it was about you guys together.

When you pulled back from the kiss, you both had a small smile on your lips and he brought one of his hands up to gently run his thumb along your cheek bone. “God, you’re so beautiful.” He whispered, making you blush and press your face into his chest.

“So does this mean I get one of those cute jackets that all the girlfriends get?” You asked, keeping your face pressed into him.

He rubbed your back with a light chuckle. “I’ll ask Sydney to order you one, okay?”

“Yay,” you said looking up at him. He couldn’t resist kissing your forehead and you closed your eyes, just taking it in. Everything was perfect.

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idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 · 4 years

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Keep Me Warm

Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

Requested: Yes - @victor-e-green

Tagging: @thirteenisles

Fandom: NHL

Relationship: Established; Anthony Beauvillier x Reader

Summary: You’re quarantined with Tito when the power goes out. Dancing in the candle light before cuddling for warmth during the cold New York night is the only option.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: None.

Comments: I kinda got away from your dream and I’m sorry, I hope you like it!!!

“Oh my god, Anthony, no!” You laughed as he dropped an egg on the floor. The two of you were trying to make banana bread. Trying being the key word.

“I’m sorry!” He replied, his eyes wide as he looked between you and the egg before quickly cleaning it up.

“Just you stay on the other side of the island.” You laughed as you turned your attention back to making the dough for the bread.

“But I want to help.” He pouted and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. You let your eyes close and leaned back into him.

“How about you just stay like this and let me do all the baking?” You asked him softly.

“Okay.” He whispered before kissing your neck softly. You took a moment to enjoy it before reopening your eyes and returning your attention to the banana bread.

It took you longer than needed, but you eventually got the bread in the oven. Then you had to do the dishes, which was also difficult to do because Anthony thought it was funny to pull the head of the faucet off and spray you with water, soaking you.

You screamed, he laughed.

And you got him back by squirting dish soap on him. He was very confused on the mater and his pause let you grab the faucet out of his hand and spray him back. So, both of you were very wet by the time you were able to take the banana bread out of the oven.

After cleaning everything up, changing, and enjoying some banana bread, you and Anthony curled up in the living room to relax. You were relaxing for around an hour before the room went black.

“Did the power just go out?” You asked, turning to Anthony.

“Looks like it.” He shrugged and closed his book. With the quarantine, he had been taking some time to catch up on some reading. Mostly, a couple books that you went on and on about. He knew that you loved them and you kept telling him to read them and now he finally had time to do that.

“Do we have any flashlights?” You asked, pulling your feet off Anthony’s lap and getting off the couch to look in the drawers for some flashlights. He followed suit, not that either of you found anything. Flashlights were not something Anthony was thinking of when he moved in.

“Uh, I don’t think so.” He said, giving you a lopsided smile. Hockey players… They really had no life skills…

“Candles?”

He thought about it for a moment before he nodded. “Actually, I think there’s a couple in the bathroom. I’ll go check.”

He came back a few moments later and, sure enough, he had a couple candles in his hands. You recognized them immediately as some of your favourites. You gave him a smile and he ducked his head with a small blush.

“When did you get these?” You asked, giving one of them a smell.

“A couple weeks back. I know you like them so I bought them so you could take nice baths here when you stayed.” He rubbed the back of his neck like he was embarrassed even though this was one of the sweetest gestures you had ever received.

You stood up and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek before wrapping your arms around him in a hug. He instantly melted into you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his face into your shoulder.

You got really lucky having someone like him.

You lit one of the candles to cast the living room of the apartment in a soft glow. You grabbed your phone and scrolled through the saved music on your phone and clicked play on a soft French love song. Anthony smiled and reached out for your hand, which you took smiling back at him.

Anthony pulled you to his chest, holding your hand in his, the other going around your waist. You bought your free hand up, around his shoulders and the two of you swayed to the music. It was nice. After a few moments you let your head fall to his shoulder and he pressed a kiss to your temple.

You guys stayed like that, swaying to the soft sound of the music. It was dark out and March. It was chilly in New York to begin, but it had been snowing. With the power out, the apartment cooled down rapidly. You shivered against your boyfriend, who pulled you closer.

“Why don’t we go to bed? I can keep you nice and warm there.” He whispered and you nodded.

He grabbed your phone and turned the music off, grabbed the candle and led you back to his room. You curled under the covers, pulling the blankets all the way up under your chin. Anthony laughed at you and placed the candle on your bedside table, making the bedroom illuminate in a soft orange before he pulled his shirt off, tossing it in the hamper and you let your eyes run over his body.

He was so hot it just wasn’t fair. All that smooth skin covering sculpted muscles. You could look at him all day and it really was sinful that he ever wore clothes.

“Like what you see?” He asked with a smirk. You nodded your head against the pillow and he laughed.

He slipped under the covers and pulled you closer to him. You snuggled closer, letting out a content sigh. You were warmer already. Anthony radiated warmth. And his smell was so comforting. He rubbed his hand up and down your back. “Good?”

“Mhm,” you hummed and pressed a kiss to his chest.

“Je t’aime.” He whispered into your hair.

“I love you, too, mon chum.” He snorted at your word choice. He thought it was so cute when you used Quebec slang.

It was perfect. You had Anthony who kept you warm and his heart beat was soothing, the room had a comforting glow from the candle and it was just the two of you, a soft snow falling when you looked out the window.

What more could you want?

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idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 · 5 years

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Camping Series, Part 4: Star Gazing

Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

Requested: Nope

Tagging: @savedbybishop @yourea-starling

Fandom: NHL

Relationship: Established; Anthony Beauvillier x Reader

Summary: Stargazing with Tito.

Word Count: 695

Warnings: None.

“Tito?” You called out when you got to the fire but found no boyfriend. You had just gone to the cabin to get another round of drinks and when you came back, he was gone. When he didn’t answer, you tried again. “Anthony?”

To that, you got a reply. “Babe, come here.”

You turned your attention away from the fire and towards the sound of his voice, which sounded serval meters away in the clearing where the fire pit was. You furrowed your brows and put the drinks down on the table before following the voice. You found your boyfriend laying in the grass, his arms and legs spread, looking up at the sky.

“What are you doing?” You asked him once you got closer.

“Looking at the stars. They’re so nice. Babe, you got to look at them.” He said, not pulling his eyes away from the stars.

You turned your gaze from him to the sky to look at the stars. You had to admit they were beautiful. The sky was so black from the lack of light all around you that all the stars just popped.

“Wow…” You breathed.

Tito nodded, though you couldn’t see him. “Come lie down with me, it’s better.”

You nodded in response and lied down beside your boyfriend, leaving just a few inches between you. You and he stayed like that for a while, just looking at the stars in silence.

“They just don’t look like this in Montreal or the Island.” He whispered and you nodded. They really didn’t. Both of those places were so populated, so filled with light pollution that you couldn’t see the stars, if you did, they were so soft. Out there, it was black and the lightness of the stars was a welcomed contrast.

“No, they really don’t,” you agreed. “That’s the Big Dipper, isn’t it?” You asked him softly, pointing your finger at a section of stars you were sure was the Big Dipper.

Tito chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, I think so. And if that’s the Big Dipper, we just have to follow the handle to Polaris and that,” he said, moving his finger from the handle of the big dipper to another section of stars. “Is the Little Dipper.”

You smiled and moved closer to him, rolling over a bit to rest your head on his shoulder. Tito rested his head against yours as you brought your hand up to his chest.

“They’re beautiful.” You sighed, your eyes still on the stars.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “But, not as beautiful as you.” You couldn’t help but blush at his words. Tito always had a way with words, always was a romantic. He always said things like that, and you always seemed to blush.

“Don’t…” You whispered with a smile and pressed your face into his neck.

He chuckled and shifted so that he could kiss the top of your head. “I only speak the truth.”

You shook your head, but didn’t argue. Instead, you chose to turn the conversation back to the dippers. “Aren’t the Dippers actually called Ursa Major and Ursa Minor?”

Tito hummed. “Yeah, the bears. The Big Dipper is the momma and the Little Dipper is the baby.”

You smiled and looked back to the stars, unable to stop yourself from picturing two bears in the sky, the mother looking after her baby.

“I really love that.” You whispered to him.

He nodded. “Me too. Maybe one day you’ll be momma bear looking after her baby.”

You felt your chest tighten and your smile widen. Of course you had thought about your future with Tito, but you were both so young that it wasn’t like either of you really sat down to talk about the rest of your lives.

Still, you still thought about spending the rest of your life with him. Getting married, having kids, the whole thing. And sure, it was only one comment made on one trip, but you still couldn’t help but think that maybe he was on the same page as you: one day it was possible.

“Yeah,” you agreed. “Maybe one day I will be a momma bear protecting her cubs.”

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