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[datsyuks]

Winter Wonderland-Vince Dunn

(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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[hockey-fics]

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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[hockeyboysimagines]

F*ck me like I’m famous

Warnings: phone sex, implied sex, alcohol, swearing, fluff, Vince being a sad boy.

Sorry this has taken so long. I struggled through the phone sex part, so if it sucks. Please be nice to me. Thanks to @cellythefloshie and @jostyriggslover96 for talking me through it.

Enjoy, let me know what you think🤍

J:How’s Canada?

V:Oh you know, Canada is Canadian.

J:Not having fun?

V:I am. But I miss you a little. Not a lot though.

She giggled a little, biting her lip, before she answered.

Vince had left for Canada the week after their official first date. They’d spent every night together until he went home, leaving Josie here in St. Louis. It had been pretty sad, and Josie realized how much she liked him now that he was gone. The days had drug on, and they’d been making it work on the phone, talking when they were able, and nightly FaceTime calls. It was pretty unfortunate though if she was being honest. The most pivotal time in a relationship where you really get to know someone was being done through a phone screen. It had been tough to start, but smooth sailing for the past week. She would be heading to Ontario on Saturday afternoon and staying till the following Sunday. She was excited to see him but also nervous.

J:You miss me, or you miss my lady parts? Cuz she misses you too.

V:Jesus Christ.

J:Your gonna need him when I get to Lindsey next week.

V:🤣🤣🤣no I think that’s you.

J:Oh yeah?

V:Oh yeah. You should start praying now so you can get used to being on your knees.

Josie choked on her water and her whole body shivered.

After having sex everyday for the last two weeks or so, going without it for two weeks sucked. They’d exchanged some flirty banter but this was escalating. The more time Josie spent with him, the more things she learned about herself. And this was a new thing.

J:I’ll get on that right after I get off of you.

V:Just come now. I’ll pay to change your plane ticket.

J:No can do. I still have to finish packing.

V:So what are you doing? Besides tormenting me.

J:Just organizing my underwear drawer for my trip. What’s your favorite color?

She followed it up immediately with-

J:Nevermind. I think I’ll just go without them for the week.

And then her phone buzzed and Vince’s face appeared on the screen.

She answered on the third ring, shaking with laughter.

“Hello?”

“Are you fucking kidding me???” He whispered angrily on the other end of the phone.

“Vince hi!” She said cheerily “What brings you to call me so late in the evening?”

“What brings-you know what.” He was quiet and let out a long breath. Josie felt almost bad.

Almost.

“Are you okay?” She asked.

“No I am not. And it’s your fault.”

“Me?!” She giggled “What did I do?”

“You know what you did.” He mumbled.

She could just imagine him sitting hunched over, arms crossed, pouting so she decided to help him out a little. She bit her lip and took a deep breath.

“You know.” She said softly “I’m not wearing any underwear.”

He was very quiet on the end of the phone but she could hear some movement before he spoke “Really?”

“Mhmmmmmmm.” She wasn’t actually wearing any underwear, just a large T-shirt she’d acquired from his room over the course of the last two weeks. She let a hand trail up her leg “I’m thinking about you.”

“What about me?”

“About how much I miss you. How I can’t wait to see you…how I can’t wait for you to fuck me.” She felt a redness come to her cheeks. Vince brought out a whole new side to her she didn’t even know existed and she was appalled at herself right now. She had never even thought about having phone sex before and yet here she was.

It may have also had something to do with the four glasses of wine she’d consumed but if anything, this conversation was sobering her up at an alarming rate.

He coughed on the other end “And how would you like me to do that?”

“Uhm how about everywhere? How many rooms are in your house?”

“Nine.” He answered a little too quickly “And a pool.”

“A pool? Now we’re talking.” She said lowly with a small giggle.

“FaceTime me.” he said softly “I wanna see you.”

“Uh uh. This is more fun. Are you thinking about me?”

Her voice was sweet on the other end of the phone and she had him so keyed up he was thankful he was alone “I’m always thinking about you.” He responded. It was true. He woke up with her on his mind and went to bed with her on his mind. But she was clouding other parts of his body now besides his brain.

“Do you miss me?” She asked.

“Yes.”

“How much? Cuz I miss you a whole lot.” Josie let her hand slide between her legs and let out a little gasp “She misses you too. She’s been so lonely since you’ve been gone, with no one to take care of her.”

Vince chuckled nervously on the other end of the phone “And what is she going to do about that?”

Josie rubbed her fingers over herself and squirmed a little “She’s so wet. I have no choice but to take care of her myself.”

She heard the distinct sound of a belt unbuckling and Vince adjusting himself in whatever he was sitting in and he cleared his throat “Tell me about it.” He sounded almost a little nervous and she wondered for a second if this was a first for him too, but now wasn’t the time to ask. She felt some confidence exuding now because for once she felt like they were on an even playing field in terms of sexual experience. Most often she felt like he had the upper hand, but today things felt even.

“When I get there next week she’s going to need all your attention.”

She heard his breath hitch on the other end of the phone “You know she’s gonna have it.” He murmured.

“I hope so. Because she’s been so empty, with no one to take care of her.” Her fingers felt good as the moved inside of her and while this whole thing was totally hot, it would have been better if he was here. But this was the best she was going to get.

“Are you touching yourself thinking of me?” She asked sweetly.

“Mhm. I wish it was you though.” His breath was heavy on the other end of the phone and it made Josie hot just thinking about it “Fuck.” He swore on the other end. His voice was ragged like his breathing and Josie too had reached her limit.

“Are you going to cum for me?” She whispered, fingers moving faster inside of her. She definitely was, but she was holding out until he did as well, just like when they had the real thing.

“Yes I-Jesus fuck.” He he ground out from the other end of the phone.

Josie closed her eyes, head falling back “Vince I-“ but the words died as they came out of her mouth. It wasn’t a mind blowing orgasm like she’d become accustomed to, but it was enough to get the job done. It did however bring her down to earth when she realized if things didn’t work with Vince, she might not find another person she had that connection with. But that thought went out the window when she heard him breathing heavily on the other end of the phone.

He was quiet for a few moments before he cleared his throat “Did you-uh-“

“Yes. Did you?” She waited with baited breath for a second before he answered.

“Yeah.” Then he laughed a little “First time for everything I guess.”

She breathed a long sigh of relief and then laughed a little herself “Glad I could pop your phone sex cherry.”

“Can we FaceTime now. I wanna see your face.”

She but her lip “Sure.”

The phone started to ring and Josie took a deep breath before she answered. Vince was a little flushed and disheveled on the other side of it, but he smiled when she answered. She looked down at her lap shyly before she looked back up at him.

“You.” He said brushing a strand of hair from his forehead “Are a very bad girl.”

“Only for you.” She winked and rolled to her side, propping the phone up on her nightstand so she could fold laundry and talk with him at the same time.

“So are you all packed?” He asked, eyes peering at her through the screen. She got lost in them for a second, although the camera didn’t do them justice, and then nodded.

“Half packed.” She turned the phone to show him her open suitcase “It’ll be here before you know it.”

“Yeah.” He said frowning a little with a small sigh.

“I’ll see you in a week okay?” She smiled reassuringly at him through the screen and he nodded.

“Yeah. I’ll pick you up from the airport?” He seemed troubled, eyebrows furrowed.

She nodded and gave him a tight smile, settling into her bed “Just wish you could come earlier is all.”

He actually missed her. Not just the sex part, if that was all it was he wouldn’t be flying her out to Canada for a week knowing his mom would be around. He could find someone at home for sex.

“Cheer up lover. It’s only 5 days. Then you have me for a whole week. That’s a lot of time for activities.” She wiggled her eyebrows and he laughed.

“Yeah you’re right. Next week is going to be exhausting. In more ways than one.”

She giggled and smiled at him “Anything for Lord Stanley. And you too of course.”

They chatted for a few more minutes, as she reminded him of her flight times before they said good night and hung up the phone.

He sighed and set his phone down on the table and leaned back in his seat, arms folded. Josie had turned him inside out and he had no idea how she’d even done it. He’d never really been opposed to have a girlfriend, but he’d also never really wanted one either.

And amidst all that here he was, flying a girl across the country and FaceTiming her goodnight.

Which is why he found himself sitting on his mom’s sofa a short while later.

“So mom. There’s something I wanna talk to you about.”

She froze in her seat across from him “Oh boy. I don’t like where this is heading.” She set down her cup and turned to him eyebrows raised.

“No it’s nothing bad. Just something…good I guess. Well it is good I just-“

“Vince.” She said smiling “What’s going on?”

“So next week on my day with the cup, I’m gonna have a friend from St.Louis fly in and she-“

“SHE?!” His mom said eyes lighting up “She! A girl?”

He rolled his eyes “Yes mom a girl. Anyways she-“

“A girlfriend or a ‘girlfriend’?” She asked air quoting.

“A gir-.” He frowned “Actually to be honest I have no idea. A girl…friend.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know what that means, but tell me about her. What’s her name? What’s she like? How did you meet?”

He was definitely going to have to think something up for that last one because he couldn’t tell him mom that he’d taken her home an hour after he met her and then spent every night with her since then. She would yell at him for not being a gentleman but he also didn’t want that to impact the way she saw Josie either. He knew she was great, and he wanted her to think the same.

He couldn’t tell that to his mom.

“Her name is Josie. She’s great, I think you’ll really like her. And I met her out one day.”

She knew he was lying but she didn’t call him on it. He’d never asked but he was sure his mom had seen the photo of them that ended up online, and if she hadn’t he wasn’t going to start admitting to things now. Though he was an adult, technically, he went out of his way to keep his extra curricular activities private from everyone, but especially his mom. He suspected she knew about a lot of it, but it definitely wasn’t something they talked about.

“That’s it? That’s all you’re giving me?”

“I’ll let her tell you the rest. I don’t want to give away everything before she gets here.”

“Well you must really like her if you’re bringing her all the way here. This is a big week for you.”

He shrugged but she shook her head “No no. Don’t shrug at me. You don’t have to admit it, but I know that you wouldn’t fly her here if you didn’t like her…a lot.” She added at the end “But it’s your business. Either way. Looking forward to meeting her.”

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Josie usually slept flights away, but she was too amped to sleep. In just a few short hours she’d be seeing the guy she’d not known just over a months ago, but now she couldn’t imagine not knowing.

It was a little scary if she was being honest. Not Vince himself but everything that came with him. The recognition, the sport, the being a citizen of a whole other country.

Which was actually the scariest part to her.

What if Canadian Vince didn’t like her as much as St. Louis Vince did. What if when she got there he realized he’d rather have a girl from back home celebrating with him.

Was there a girl from back home?

She felt silly but the longer she sat on the plane the more she realized she was stepping into a place she’d never been, with people she didn’t know, to celebrate a trophy for a sport she’d never watched.

Given the opportunity she would have parachuted out of the plane but she didn’t think the pilot would be too understanding about her nerves. Though if he knew who she was flying out to see, he might.

The plane was fairly empty, and she had no seat mates on either side, which left her to anxiously bounce her knee without disturbing anyone.

There was too much cloud cover for her to really see anything. Canada would be a complete surprise and for a few minutes her excitement overrode her anxiety.

That was until the plane hit the runway and she felt like she was going to puke. The flight attendant glanced at her and did a double take, holding out a bag.

“Ma’am your green. Are you gonna throw up?” She leaned back a little bit.

“What? No I’m okay. Just…I’m okay.”

“Right…well maybe you should take this anyway.” She pushed the bag forward again and Josie took it.

“Have a good time!” The attendant called “Don’t throw up!” She said pointing at her.

Josie laughed and exited the plane, locating the baggage claim and grabbing her suitcase, when she felt her phone ding.

V: Let me know when your at the doors. I’m parked outside

She started typing to respond as she exited the doors and got a face full of sunlight, blinding her from seeing two feet in front of her.

J:I’m outside. Marco!

“Polo.” She heard from behind her.

She turned and standing some feet away, was Vince leaning against a black BMW, smiling at her. He was just as beautiful as she remembered, and as he had been the first time she’d ever seen him. His smiled widened as she made her way to him. It seemed like it took ages to reach him, her heart beating just a little bit faster with each step. As she came within a foot of him, she dropped her suitcase and he pulled her into a very hot, wet, long kiss right there in the airport parking lot. She wasn’t sure what to expect if she was being honest. In St. Louis everyone had already seen them making out on the news, but this was his home field and she wasn’t sure if he wanted to be kissing her so openly in public.

When he pulled away she was looking at him surprised.

“What?”

“Nothing, just didn’t know if you wanted people to see us making out in the airport parking lot.”

He chuckled and grabbed her stuff “I’m a Stanley cup champion I can do what I want.” He said opening the trunk and putting her bag inside. She felt a little lurch in her stomach as he slid past her to open the passenger door, hand sliding across her lower abdomen as he guided her into it and then shut the door. He’d had his hands on every part of her body and a little touch on the wait was doing her in. She took a deep breath trying to will away the redness that came to her face as he made his way around the car and slid in. She couldn’t believe how nervous she was. But then he turned and smiled at her and she remembered they’d already done a plethora of sexual things in various places and she relaxed a little bit.

“Ready?” He asked brightly, starting the car and turning to her.

“I think so. Unless you’re sick of me already.”

“Sick of you? Never.” He backed out of his spot and left the parking area of the airport. As he drove she saw the buildings start to fade away little by little and they were replaced by some of the most beautiful scenery she’d ever seen.

“So this is Canada?” He glanced over to find Josie peering out of the window smiling a little “The view sure beats down town St. Louis.”

He smiled a little bit and shrugged “Yeah maybe. But Canada doesn’t have you so I guess that makes it even.”

Josie rolled her eyes and blushed “That was so cheesy.”

“I couldn’t help it. It’s true though.” She looked so good after not seeing her for a week. She always looked good, but he realized now how much he actually liked her. And he was pretty sure she felt the same considering that she’d flown all this way to see him for only a week.

“On a scale of 1 to 10 how likely am I to see a Moose?” She asked still leaned forward.

“Probably pretty likely, but I should warn you to not try and pet them. Not the friendliest. And actually just don’t pet any of the wild animals you come across. There’s not many friendly things running around the forests in Canada.”

“I guess I can only find friendly things from Canada on Ice then.”

“Ha ha.” He said with a smile and watched her, watch the outside.

“It’s beautiful here.” she commented glancing at him “I have no clue where I am, but it’s beautiful nonetheless.” The trees were so thick Josie couldn’t even see through them as they made their way down the road. She hadn’t seen a car since they left the airport.

“It is.” He was quiet for a minute before he spoke again “So….is it okay if I kill you?”

Josie turned slowly to look at him for a full 10 seconds before she burst out laughing “Sure. Just make sure I still look good for the open casket if you wouldn’t mind.”

“Okay deal.” He reached a hand over to rest it on her leg “It’s really nice to have you here.”

“It’s nice to be here. I like getting to see where you come from.” She sounded genuine, and she smiled at him, resting her hand on top of his “Thanks for bringing me on my first Canadian adventure.”

“Hopefully with any luck it won’t be your last. Just stay away from the Moose.”

**********

Josie could see now that Vince was just as popular here as he was in Missouri as she followed him along through the place there meeting his friends and family. She hadn’t even had a chance to unpack her stuff, which was still in his trunk, but she was excited to meet them and get it over with. He didn’t know it, and she wouldn’t tell him but her nerves were a live wire.

He made her nervous that first night but that was nothing compared to this.

“Come here.” He grabbed her hand and tugged her forward behind him through the crowd.

“Mom. This is Josie, Josie this is my mom.” Vince’s mom was smiling at her and waved away her outstretched hand and hugged her instead “It’s nice to meet you, I wish I could say I’ve heard so much about you but Vince only just told me you were coming yesterday and won’t give me any details.” She smiled cheekily at him and then looked back at her.

Josie looked at him for guidance. She wasn’t about to tell his mom that they’d met in a bar and he’d taken her home and had sex half the night.

“We met out one night after the cup.” He said smiling at her “Schwartzy spilled a drink on her.”

“Mr. Stanley Cup Champion over here swooped in like Batman and saved the day.” She gave him a nudge “My hero.”

“I do what I can.” He said with a shrug, but smiled and wrapped an arm around her waist.

The rest of the day went great. She was a bit all around. His friends and family kept pulling him aside to tell him how great she was, which he knew of course. He watched her as she interacted with friends of his, when he felt his mom at his shoulder.

“She’s lovely.” His mom said as she looked at Josie talking with them, laughing like she’d known them for years “And so gorgeous.”

Vince nodded “She is right?”

“How did you meet her again?”

Vince bit his lip and looked at his mom who continued “Because I vaguely recall someone sending me a photo of you kissing some girl that wound up on the news. That would happen to be her would it?”

“Uhm.” He glanced at Josie and then his mom and gave her his best smile, one he usually used to get himself out of trouble “That’s actually from when I met her.”

His smiled faded a little when his mom looked at him flatly. That smile never worked with her “Uh huh. Well maybe next time just think about who you’re kissing after you win a major trophy and remember, the internet is forever.” Then she smiled “You seem happy.”

He nodded “I am. She’s great, and I really like being around her.”

“I would hope so. You flew her all the way out here. You don’t fly someone you don’t like into another country.”

He shrugged “I do. But…I don’t know just seeing what happens I guess.”

“Hmmmm.” She pursed her lips and smiled glancing at him.

“Knock it off.” He said bumping his mom’s shoulder.

“I’m just saying. You seem different with her is all. None of my business.” She pinched his side and wandered away giving him a long pointed look as she did. He squeezed through people saying hello as he did, and found her sliding her glass to the bartender.

“You’re popular.” He said into her ear, one hand reaching forward to grip hers. She smiled at him and felt redness come to her cheeks, both from the wine and from him holding her hand in front of his family.

“Just like back home. I’m sorry you’re so lame and no one wants to talk with you.” She made a pouty lip at him and squeezed his hand. He rolled his eyes, smile widening.

She looked so good in Canada, in a bar with his family and friends, her white dress bright against her tan skin.

“Let’s get out of here. You have two weeks worth of phone sex and dirty texting to make good on.” He waggled his eyebrows at her. They said their goodbyes and much to her delight, he never let go of her hand, and they made their way into his car, driving mostly in silence, and then into his house. It was dark and late, and the sounds of the night could be heard from everywhere as he unlocked his front door and she stepped past him and inside. She heard him shut the door and lock it and a ripple of excitement started to creep through her, sending an electric current into every nerve in her body.

“So.” He said from behind her, causing her to turn. He was half illuminated, half in shadow as he dropped her bag by the door “Which room do you wanna start in?”

She grinned and took a step back “Catch me and find out.”

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[mack-devereaux]

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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[nolanscheeks]

Working the night shift and it’s chill and I’m bored. Also super in my soft thoughts about Jack. Indulge me and send your soft thoughts!!

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[yourfavewriteress]

right under our noses (part 4) | colton parayko

Teaser: "You avoid everything."

Sticking true to what he admitted to Alex and Jayne when the plan started, Colton couldn't fake an interest in Amy the night you were all out. It was pointless since he knew it wouldn't go farther than a night. The only thing on his mind was Alex’s warning before they left the locker room.

You should be on your best behavior tonight. He didn’t know what that meant, but he had a feeling you were at the bar, even if he had no idea who you were.

He discounted Amy immediately, seeing as he just met her and she for sure didn't know Alex or Jayne, the masterminds behind this elaborate plan. He would never be rude enough to cut a conversation short, Amy wasn't that bad. But within twenty minutes, he found himself moving back towards the group of guys and away from the woman who clearly wanted his attention.

After Vince dropped you off at your house that night, you almost convinced yourself that he was the person you were being set up with. He flirted as he usually did, but something felt different. Maybe it was you, in your head about finding your "perfect match." Any mutual friend between the three of you felt like fair play.

But, you knew Alex, and Alex would never set you up with Vince. In fact, he had told you numerous times in the past to steer clear. Not because he didn’t trust Vince, but because Vince was still living out his twenties, with the swarm of women around him.

There was nothing wrong with that, you didn’t judge. But, Alex knew how turned off you would be with someone who might struggle to keep his eyes only on you. If Vince was in a different stage of life, maybe things could work out. However, Alex's voice continued to ring through your ears: "I will murder you."

As the weeks went by and you were now a little over a month into this “experiment” put together by Jayne and Alex, you still had no idea who the other half of the equation might be. Clueless, was a better way to describe you.

“Okay, so,” Jayne smiled, dropping herself beside you on her couch. “You guys have talked. Obviously, we couldn’t really catch what you were saying but you both looked comfortable.”

“Okay?”

“We think you should try to talk to people more, about other stuff.”

“Like what?” You looked between Jayne and Alex, who was sprawled out on the other couch. “What does that mean?"

“You know what we mean,” Alex rolled his eyes. "There's a difference in the way you talk to me and some of the other guys on the team, right?"

"Well, you're my best friend's husband that I've known longest, so yeah."

"Yes, but you know how to avoid answering all questions and not sharing information about yourself with literally everyone. People are too phased to notice it, but as people who actually hear what goes through your head, you avoid everything," Jayne read you.

"I don't get what you mean."

"Hey, I get it, I hate people in my life and my head. But, our marriage wouldn't work if I didn't at least tell Jayne."

You sighed, staring at the wall ahead.

"Why is that so uncomfortable for you?"

You turned to look at Jayne for a few moments, tongue pressed to the top of your mouth. "I'm insane."

"What?" Alex asked with a laugh.

"Tell me I'm not," You challenged. "If I told everyone what goes on in my head, you think I would be able to show my face in public?"

"I think you have a normal amount of insanity," Jayne rolled her eyes. "And, who cares? It's not about if you're crazy or not, it's about you giving someone the opportunity to get close to you. This plan isn't going to work if you're skating around every conversation you've had with him."

"Who is him?"

"Nice try," Alex responded.

"It's been way too long for me, I hate this."

"What do you hate about it?"

"Letting someone in, getting hurt, feeling too vulnerable, it's disgusting. I don't know if I can actually do it."

"It's hard, I know. But, just trust us. I can't make any promises but you are literally one of the most important people in my and my family's life. The last thing I'll do is let you get hurt. I'll kill him before he even has a chance."

"So, he's on the team?" It was subtle and fleeting, but with how much time you spent with them, you noticed the quick glance Alex and Jayne shared at your response to Alex's promise.

"Stop fucking asking questions about him," Jayne rolled her eyes. "You both are so annoying."

“Are you sure I’ve talked to him already? I don’t remember half the conversations I have when you’re around.”

“We know.”

“What does that mean?” You raised your eyebrows. “What did I do?”

“Oh, nothing,” Alex sang. “You might forget, but we don’t.”

“What does that mean?” You groaned, sinking deeper into the couch.

“It means that you may have already approved of our choice, but that’s all we’re going to say.”

“When I was drunk?” Your eyes widened. "Why would you guys ask me when I'm drunk? How am I supposed to remember that?"

"Technically, ma'am, you brought it up and we just let you talk," Alex replied.

“Yep, and you can’t back out now, we’re in too deep,” Jayne said. “Look, just consider getting to know the people around you and you’ll see.”

“But I can’t just have deep conversations with every single guy I talk to, that’s crazy.”

“Well, it’s not every guy,” Alex rolled his eyes. “It has to be someone that we know, too, and someone that you don’t despise. We’re your friends, we know what you like so it’s not like we’re gonna go far to pick someone.”

"So, not on the team?"

"We're not answering that, that would give too much information either way."

You huffed, “So, you guys still think this is a good idea?”

“I think it’s a great idea,” Alex shrugged. “Come on, isn’t it kind of exciting?”

“No,” You rolled your eyes, standing up. “Have deeper conversations with strangers, thanks for that progress report. It really helped.”

“Oh, come on,” Jayne laughed. “You’re having fun and you know it.”

“Fun isn’t really the word. More like ‘stuck,’ because even though I think this is a terrible idea, I want to know who it is.”

“I guess you’re still on board then,” Alex shrugged with a smile on his face.

“I genuinely hate you guys,” You mumbled. 

“Hey, you never know, you might even figure it out today,” Jayne said as you walked out of their kitchen. 

“I doubt it but whatever,” You called back to her as you gathered your things. You had to head into work and probably wouldn't see them for another few days. “See you guys later.”

"Come out when we invite you!" Jayne yelled as you opened their front door. "Your future husband will be there."

When Alex invited Colton over for dinner a few nights later after a game, Colton knew he couldn’t decline. Any chance at possibly figuring out who he was being set up with was a chance that he was willing to take.

He didn’t expect to be so wrapped up in this plan. He wasn’t entirely focused on the plan, more so on the possibility of spending time with someone who was on the same page as him. 

He always had conversations with Alex and the guys about long-term plans and settling into a family, whether in the locker room or as they traveled from city to city. For a while, he felt that he was too young to settle down. But, now? Seeing all his bestfriends in relationships and starting to have families gave him FOMO, especially when he no longer salivated at one-night stands.

“How are you feeling, man?” Alex asked.

“I’m alright,” Colton shrugged.

“We wanted to invite you over to see how you’re doing with the plan. We’re over a month in now.”

“Honestly,” Colton started. “I have no idea who it is, or where to even start looking.”

Jayne laughed, “Neither does she.”

“So, how can this work if we never figure it out?”

“We still have a few tricks under our sleeves, give it time” Alex smiled. 

“Have you been seeing anyone though? Like, romantically,” Jayne asked.

“To be honest, this is all I can think about.”

“So, you haven’t brought anyone home for a month?”

“Basically,” Colton confirmed. “I mean, Y/N tried to get me with this girl that last time we were all out, but you told me to be on my best behavior, and to be honest, I wasn’t interested.”

Jayne did her best not to smile at the mention of your name, but Alex and she found it funny how oblivious you guys were to each other. It could work in their favor, or you both could continue to tiptoe around each other and never figure it out.

“Well, we know for a fact that you have talked to her, multiple times. But, we’re going to tell you the same thing we told her, just try to talk to people more. Ask questions and don’t just have those stupid 5-minute passing conversations. You won’t figure out who it is like that.”

“So, I’m just supposed to have long conversations with every woman I come across?” Colton furrowed his eyebrows.

“No, just the women that we all know, and that you could potentially be interested in. Any more details and we’re going to spoil it.”

“I don’t understand, we all know at least 100 of the same women.”

“Don't be dramatic,” Alex rolled his eyes, something he had been doing a lot of recently. “Just remember who you’ve talked to, and capitalize.”

***

"You good?" You felt a gentle hand on your back as you sat at the bar, staring at the TV screen in front of you. You didn't know what was playing, but you couldn't afford to have your attention anywhere else.

"Hello?" Vince furrowed his eyebrows when you didn't respond.

You snapped out of your trance, turning to him, "Yeah, sorry, I'm good."

His eyes searched your face as he got comfortable in the seat next to you. "You sure about that?"

There was no point in lying because you had been caught red-handed by someone who was never afraid to call you out on your bullshit. Instead, you reached for your drink and quickly downed the rest in one gulp.

"I'll be fine."

"Two more of whatever she's having," Vince said to the bartender.

"Did you come straight from work?" He asked, looking down at his watch.

"Yep, figured I'd get a head start on everyone."

He laughed, "Want to share more?"

"Do you really want to hear?" You raised your eyebrows.

"I'm asking, so yes, I want to hear," He smiled. You watched as he pulled his chair closer to yours as if getting ready to give you his undivided attention.

You started off slow, recounting your day that began with waking up 46 minutes into the scheduled check-in with your supervisor at work. This was of course followed by a scolding when you finally made it to the office, and an inbox full of unread messages.

Vince's attention never wavered, even in the chaos of the bar. You both hadn't even noticed that the group chat for the night had announced that everyone would be meeting at a different bar instead.

"They sent this 37 minutes ago," Vince said, looking at his phone. "do you want to go meet them? I think it's a few streets down."

"Not really, but if you want to, you can. I think I'll head home."

"I'll walk with you."

You nodded. You moved to reach for your wallet to pay the bill but Vince cut you off.

"You better not," He said, reaching for his own.

"You paid for my drinks last time, and I told you not again."

"I promise you, I'm not gonna argue about this but you're never paying for your drinks when I'm around."

"What the fuck is that?" You laughed. "Trying to wow me, Dunn?"

He rolled his eyes as he escorted you out of the bar that had gotten a lot more crowded since you sat down three hours before.

"Are you going to answer my question?"

He sighed, "I've known you for a long time, and we've seen each other through a lot, even if it's been from a distance. I can tell you're hurting, or whatever, so just let me do something."

"Hurting, or whatever," You mocked him with a laugh as you hugged yourself. He paused in his steps, walking behind you to position himself on the side closest to the road.

"Shut the fuck up," He laughed. "I consider you to be a friend, even moreso these past few months so yeah, I'm gonna pay for your drinks when we're out."

"I don't think I want to argue with you."

"Please, don't."

"So friend?"

"Trust me, I know you're way out of my league," He smiled. "No hidden agenda here."

"I could use a friend."

"I feel the exact same."

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[mp0625]

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[leafsbabe]

three date rule - Vince Dunn (blurb)

You weren’t an expert on this whole dating thing by a long shot but even you knew the ground rules. 

No sex until the third date.

While you didn’t know the origin of this arbitrary rule you knew it. And you also knew it was just that. Arbitrary. So it was only fair that you bend the definition of dates as well.

Meeting Vince in a club and dancing the night away? That’s date number one.

Him showing up at your work with a much needed coffee after a few days of texting because he realized that both a coffee shop you mentioned you liked (while planning an actual date with him) and your workplace were on his way home from the training facility? So much thoughtfulness definitely counted as date number two, even though you couldn’t talk for more than 10 minutes. 

Part of you almost wanted to count it as a third date as well. Vince was hot and he was thoughtful. Even if all of it was just a ploy to get into your pants you’d gladly let him. 

That didn’t happen until after your actual third (or maybe technically first) date though. 

Vince had been a perfect gentleman all through your date. Which just made him un-gentlemanly pressing you against the wall next to your front door all the more exciting. 

His lips were a little chapped but you didn’t mind. At first you tried to bite back a moan when his lips left yours to travel down to your neck, only for you to give up and let him know how much you were enjoying his attention when he pressed closer, letting you feel how much he was enjoying you in turn. 

Your hand found its way into his hair but you didn’t pull him off, only tugging hard enough to feel him moan against your skin. 

“My bed-” Another moan interrupted your words as Vince shifted one of his legs until it was braced against the wall between yours and you couldn’t resist grinding against his thick thigh just a little bit, if only to feel his smile against your neck before he bit down again. Surely you’d end up with a dark purple love bite tomorrow and you’d wear it proudly. 

“My bedroom is down the hall.” You finally managed to say.

“Yeah?” He asked, giving your neck one last soft bite before drawing his head back and up until he could look into your eyes. 

The look in his eyes just made the heat in your stomach hotter, excitement about what was to come almost bubbling over. Biting your lip you let your view wander up and down his body, taking in how he looked with his pink lips and disheveled hair. “Yeah.”

Vince took a step back, eyes raking over your body with the same intensity you imagined your gaze had only seconds earlier. “Lead the way.” 

He said it so easily, a coy little smirk on his slightly swollen lips. You almost wanted to draw him back in, back against you, and continue making in your hallway.

Instead you take him by the hand and lead him to your bedroom.

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[pocketsizedq]

extra players

Alex Turcotte

Blurbs

Imagines

Your going to be a good dad

Hc

Mason Mctavish

Blurbs

Imagines

Hc

Cuddling

Dawson Mercer

Blurbs

Imagines

Hc

Vince Dunn

Blurbs

Imagines

Hc

Lukas Dostal

Blurbs

Imagines

Hc

Cuddling

Juraj Slafkovsky

Blurbs

Imagines

Hc

#alex turcotte #alex turcotte x reader #mason mctavish #mason mctavish x reader #dawson mercer #Dawson Mercer x reader #Vince Dunn #vince dunn x reader #lukas dostal x reader #lukas dostal #juraj slafkovsky #Juraj Slafkovsky x reader

[cellythefloshie]

– ao3 – ask & i’ll answer –  for recs check out my bookshelf! –  join my taglist! – 

So this, this snuck up on me a lot faster than I had anticipated. 500 of you? Following me? Crazy. It seems I have blinked and it happened so I'm going to be doing something a little different for the celebration this time - because I swear I just posted the last of my 300 follower appreciation.

Inspired by @senditcolton 's Hozier prompt list (she did such an amazing job with it and her blurbs so go check them out), I have made a prompt list of my favorite songs from a variety of artists. There are 10 songs, which means only 10 blurbs (which will probably be more along the lines of tiny fics compared to the blurbs I did for the 300-follower celebration). Headlining are my favorite lyrics, here is the Spotify playlist with all of the songs for you to enjoy.

Submit your claim for a specific lyric paired with a player (make sure to read my rules regarding who I write for before you submit). It is on. first come first serve basis for the sake of my own sanity because I know if I do more than 10 I'll still be writing them when I hit my next milestone. The list will be updated as the requests are received. *Prior to posting I shared my prompt list with some friends who wanted to assure Vince Dunn got his prompt. Therefore he will not be eligible for any prompt except for the one that has already been decided for him: Prompt 3, Can't Fight the Moonlight.

;; 500 Follower Celebration

The Night We Met - Nico Hischier I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you.

Delicate - Freddie Andersen Phone lights up my nightstand in the black, come here; you can meet me in the back.

Can't Fight the Moonlight - Vince Dunn If you think that you won't fall, well just wait until the sun goes down.

Tainted Love - Ross ColtonI've got to get away from the pain you drive into the heart of me.

So Good - Adam Lowry Do I think about the one that got away? I know his name, I think about him every day.

Boyfriend - Mat Barzal What are the chances? Everyone's dancing, and he's not with you.

I Wanna Be Yours - Brandon HagelSecrets I have held in my heart are harder to hide than I thought.

I Ain't Worried - Anthony Beauvillier I don't know what you've been told, but time is running out, no need to take it slow.

Everybody Talks - Gabe Landeskog It started with a whisper, and that was when I kissed her.

Drops of Jupiter - Dallas Star of My Choice 👀 Jake Oettinger Was it everything you wanted to find, and did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?

And as always I'm going to wrap up this appreciation to shout out all of the lovely writers and readers who are such an important part of my little community! Every single one of them is talented and is just the sweetest of people so if you for some reason do not follow them already please do so.

@hagelpoint-3821 @starshine-hockey-girl @callsign-denmark @hischierdevils @wyattjohnston @laurenairay @luvmmarner @swissboyhisch @behoright @claireelle18 @midnightsnyx @snugglyducklingbrewhouse @manrocket-mo @txstars @senditcolton @equallyshaw @mp0625 @comphy-and-cozy @hoesforthecanes @puckmaidens @hockeyboysimagines @stlbluesbrat21 @iamveryborrrreddd

And I know I probably missed A LOT of people, so please be sure to check out @cellysbookshelf because I do my best to reblog all of the wonderful fics I read from this community that I couldn't be happier to be a part of.

#celly rambles #follower appreciation #follower appretiation post #;;500 #500 followers #celebration

[domesticmail]

did you take down ur nhl fics?!

nope! everything is still up i promise anon lol. for those who don't remember: i used to write under the username @kempe, and mostly wrote hockey fic. all my previous masterlists no longer work since i changed my user, so here's one for you now :)

please lmk if there's a link missing, or a fic you're trying to find but can't, i'm happy to help. enjoy your reading anon! <3

Brock Boeser

One of Them Girls

Am I Worthy? || One || Two ||

Erik Johnson

feeling insecure (halfway between blurb and fic)

Mat Barzal

The One Where You and Mat Become Parents

playing games blurb

everything's fine blurb

beautiful mornings blurb

baby's first hockey game

Mathew Tkachuk

dad!Matty

finding out you're pregnant + kid's first day at school

Pierre-Luc Dubois

yoga blurb

"if you keep kissing my face like that i'll have to retaliate" blurb

fly me to the moon blurb

pet names blurb

"what do you see in her?" blurb

Hero

Tito Beauvillier

unexpected consequences blurb

Vince Dunn

Happy New Year

#zoe's nhl masterlist #i used to try and keep up with keeping this stuff updated but it's been so long since i wrote nhl fic #kinda assumed nobody was really searching these out anymore #makes me happy to know someone wants them up & available to read though!!! #and like i said pls do lmk if you can't find something #hope you're doing well!! <3

[bqstqnbruin]

Seattle Kraken

Main Masterlist

If the links don’t work, please let me know!

Andre Burakovsky

Blurbs:

I think I’m in love with you

You’re washing the dishes but Andre is handsy

You’re in charge of the cupcakes for your friends wedding shower when Andre drops the M word

Your sink is busted so Andre comes to fix it

You’re out on a date when you fall for someone else

Fics

They shoot Webster’s, don’t they?

Vince Dunn 

NOTE: I do not write for this player any more but haven't had the motivation to rewrite all of these.

Fics:

8 Letters

Blurbs:

Vince is over at your place but you have no idea what relationship you have with him

You and Vince broke up when he left for the NHL and now he’s back at home

Vince is acting sus and you finally figure out why

Vince is tired but not tired enough to not be a distraction

You and Vince are out in public and you call him your private nickname

You take home Vince when he’s drunk and you have an interesting conversation the next morning

You call your mom to tell her the big news

Vince has been streaming a lot lately and you want his attention

Vince has the man flu and calls you to take care of him

Vince tries to surprise you but fails in doing so

You and Vince take your daughter to visit her grandparents

Vince tries to make your birthday a little more special

What a shock, Vince is a lovey drunk

It’s your niece’s first birthday party and Vince meets your family

After a night out Vince meets your son, Ben, and fits right in

It’s your anniversary so you and Vince go back to the place you had your first date but Vince doesn’t like the initials on the high score list

You and Vince are out shopping and he’s teasing you the entire time

HCs

Vince’s reaction to hearing you call yourself Mrs. Dunn

Jamie Oleksiak

Fics:

Leave before you love me

And a bow on top

Not like I’m in love with you

Blurbs:

You talk about the other man you have a crush on

Your friend drags you to a ‘singles event’

Jamie is mean when you try to surprise him

You have news for your daughter and you aren’t sure how she’ll take it

You and Jamie aren’t a weird couple, but you really are

You’re in an uncomfortable situation with an ex and Jamie comes to your rescue

#andre burakovsky imagine #jamie oleksiak imagine #seattle kraken imagines

[hockeyboysimagines]

Work wife

A Vince Dunn blurb for @cellythefloshie. This is not in any way related to Fuck me like I’m famous. This is just a fun blurb we talked about brought to life.

Warnings: Sex, cheating

“There’s my work wife.”

You half turned to find Vince coming down the hallway smiling at you.

Working for the Kraken was a dream come true really.

You couldn’t actually ask for a better job, or better environment to be in. It was a tight knit group full of great people who worked hard, and got along well.

And then there was Vince.

You two had clicked from the beginning. He was easy to talk to, and you liked him a lot. The more time you spent together, the more you got to know him and the more comfortable you became with him.

Maybe too comfortable.

Which is how you wound up screaming his name one night after drinks, after the flirtation between you guys had finally boiled over and spilled into his apartment. It had been extremely awkward when you saw him on Monday, but when he caught you in the parking garage and asked to talk, you’d agreed. And that’s how it all started. Secret meetups, sneaking around, and even texts from a fake phone number, your assistant “Jessica”, to keep things under wraps. It felt both wrong, and exciting, but you just couldn’t stop. While it had started as a secret hookup, it hadn’t stayed that way. There was genuine feelings there now.

The term “work wife” had started as a joke, thrown out by a coworker of yours, who obviously had no clue what was happening behind closed doors, but it stuck. There was really only one problem with it.

You were someone’s real life wife.

The idea of Vince made your husband clearly uncomfortable in the beginning, before anything was actually going on, but there wasn’t really anything you could do about it, and you didn’t really want to either. Your husband was a good guy, but being around Vince made you realize you really didn’t have a thing in common. He was 8 years older than you, and you had married young, feeling the pressure from your family to marry someone who was financially stable. You “loved” him, but you weren’t really “In love” with him, at least not anymore. Not that you were in love with Vince either, but your feelings for him had drowned out the feelings for your husband. And beyond that, you had suspicions that he was embroiled in his own case of infidelity.

You felt really bad at first, but then he started staying late, random business trips with no warning, and you’d even found a receipt for purchased jewelry that you hadn’t received just last month. He often smelled of perfume and the lipstick you’d found on the inside of one of his shirts was a color you’d never worn. You hadn’t confronted him because you just didn’t care, and truly you had no room to talk.

It was a rock and a hard place situation that you’d landed yourself in, but the thrill of it all overrode the anxiety of being found out.

Not only would you lose your job, your respect in the work place, and your marriage, but it would also put a black mark on your career moving forward and make Vince look bad, none of which you wanted.

He made his way past you and winked, but then paused at the end of the hallway, just below a camera so he couldn’t be seen, and motioned for you to check your phone. You absently pulled out your phone, turning away from him so it looked like you just happened to get a message.

Meet me in the room.

“The room” as he called it was a vacant room in the basement of the arena that was used mostly for storage, and sat in the middle of a hallway that was void of cameras. It wasn’t ideal, but sometimes there was no other choice. There was few places you could go with him that he wasn’t recognized here, so you were limited to the room, his apartment and your place only if your husband was on a business trip out of state and even then it was risky.

You took the long way, careful not to rush, giving small glances here and there to make sure that no one was following you, and slipped into the hallway that your office was located, which conveniently also led the the hallway he was waiting for you in.

You made you way down the corridor, a set of stairs and then down to the vacant room. He was leaned against the wall, eyes moving up your bare legs and you neared him.

“Hi wifey.” He said smiling cheekily as he held the door open for you, allowing you to step inside before following you in. You gave a little shudder as the room grew dark when the door closed and you felt his hands on your waist.

“You look nice today.” He said in your ear, turning you to face him. Goddamnit he was gorgeous, even more up close. In curiosity you had done a google search of him right after you’d started working there and saw that everyone else thought that too, not to your surprise, but you were lucky enough to see all his body parts up close and personal and you felt bad for the people who didn’t get to.

“You say that to me everyday.” You ran a hand up his arm as he reached forward to press his lips against your neck.

“Well then I guess it’s true.” He said softly, hand gripping your chin as he pulled his mouth off your neck and caught your lips a very hot, wet kiss.

You felt a heat start to spread in your stomach as he backed you up against a table, tongue pushing in your mouth, cutting off your air. The way he moved his tongue against yours made your heart race, fingers gripping at your blouse, which was tucked into a pencil skirt, and pulling it loose so he could unbutton it, and hoisted you up to sit on the edge of the table. His hands, slightly rough against your skin as he reached the bottom button and ran his hands up your waist, pausing at your bra and pulling away from you.

“Is this new?” He asked breathlessly gesturing at your bra.

You nodded and watched as he reached a hand forward and ran a finger across your collarbone, down your chest to your sternum, hooking a finger in the front band and running it along your ribs.

“I bought it just for you. It matches these.” You gestured down and inched your skirt up to reveal black underwear. He smiled slowly eyes staying on them for a second before they moved back up to yours and he smiled.

“Can’t wait to take them off.” He reached down hooking a thumb on either side of them and gave them a tug, pulling them down your legs, hand coming back up your legs to pull one up underneath your knee, and to spread the other one wider, leaning you back as he eased himself into you.

Your head fell back, hair spilling off your shoulders as he pulled out and pushed back in. You felt a hand on the back of your neck as Vince pulled you up to kiss him, pushing in and out finding a rhythm. You caught his lip between your teeth, and he gave your hair a small tug, goosebumps erupting across your skin. It truly never got old feeling him inside you and his hands all over you. He brought you to highs you’d never been at before and each time was better than the one before.

He angled his hips upward and hit a spot you didn’t know existed and you cried out, biting down on your lip to stop from making too much noise. A curl at the front of his hair fell across his forehead as he picked up his pace. Your lower back was screaming in pain as it hit repeatedly on the table and you felt your legs begin to tighten and heat explode in your stomach as a crippling orgasm swept from your lower half to your upper half, Vince’s lips at your neck as it shuddered through your body and your vision went spotty. You gave a shaky breath as he slowed his pushes and let his head fall forward, breath hot on your neck. After a moment he picked his head up to look at you.

“You’re amazing.”

You blushed and pushed the curl off his forehead, as he helped you down and handed you your underwear. You gingerly pulled them back up, and took several deep breaths attempting to cool yourself down.

“What are you doing tonight?” He asked reaching a hand out to intertwine his fingers with yours “Come over after work for a little bit. What time does he get home?”

“6:30. I guess I could for a little bit.”

“Great.” He smiled widely and gave you one last short and sweet kiss before he left the room, making his way back to wherever he was planning to go and you made your way to your office, now tasked with spending the next three hours at your desk having to think about him, and what you would be getting into with him later on.

You sometimes wondered if keeping this thing you had going with him was for the worst rather than the better. How bad would it hurt to rip off the bandaid when it inevitably went south, or had to end due to whatever reasons. And what would happen if he met someone else?

Would you be cast aside? Replaced? A side piece?

You couldn’t handle that. And it wouldn’t be fair, which you knew because it wasn’t fair to him that he was currently a side piece. He didn’t seem bothered, or he was a great actor because he never spoke up about it when you asked and even managed to crack a joke about it here and there for your benefit. But it still wasn’t right. And it wouldn’t be right to drag this out knowing he should have the right to go out and meet girls without having to wonder what would happen with you and him.

You got so absorbed thinking about it, you lost track of time and nearly ended up staying past your clock out time, rushing to get out of the arena and over to Vince’s. He greeted you with his usual “wifey” at the door and pulled you inside.

After your second romp of the day, your breath evened out, you checked your phone and sighed. You pursed your lips and glanced at him.

He shook his head “Don’t say it-“

“Time to go.” you said quietly, sitting upright and grabbing your bra and blouse. You heard him sigh behind you and lean back against the headboard. It was quiet for a while as you hooked the clasp, and pulled the blouse over your shoulders. You hated this part. The afterglow wasn’t even over and you had to leave, go home and play housewife to someone you barely even had conversation with day to day. You’d not been intimate with each other in over a year, since you’d started working for the Kraken, because you were both getting it somewhere else. It felt silly to continue to live a lie.

“I think you should leave your husband.” Vince said off handedly from behind you.

You paused and turned slowly “What?” You said eyes moving up to meet his as you buttoned your blouse.

“You heard me.” He said from his spot on the bed “I said I want you to leave your husband.” He was looking at you straight faced, serious and not joking. He’d made lots of “leave your husband” jokes over the last few months, but he wasn’t kidding this time.

You gaped at him “I-Why?”

“Please.” He rolled his eyes “I think it’s pretty self explanatory. I mean if you really loved him would you even be here?” He gestured around.

He wasn’t wrong. You’d been going over this in your head for months, and you’d come to the conclusion that your husband just wasn’t it.

“Even if I would….Id have to quit for this to go any further.”

Vince pursed his lips “I mean. I can’t ask you to do that, but I do know that you should leave him. And I think you know that too.” He added quietly “I mean even without me in the picture, it wouldn’t be any different.”

He was right.

Part of why you took the job with the Kraken was to fill your time and pull yourself out of being a housewife and hanging out with all his business buddies perfect wives. Working with the Kraken gave you the freedom to do your own thing and be whoever you wanted to be, rather than locked up in that condo.

You nodded “Your right. But what about my job? I can’t be with you and work here.”

“Let’s worry about that another time. I can help you with this.” He reached forward and gripped your hand “I just really want you to be happy.”

You were quiet for a minute, eyes focused on the bedsheet as you realized this could be your one chance to get out of the mess you were in. Your one opportunity to truly change the direction of your life. Maybe things never went forward with Vince, but maybe they did. Even if they didn’t, he had given you the confidence to make changes and leave a guy you didn’t even love, and for that you would always be thankful.

“Well?” He asked after a few moments of silence.

You looked up and took a deep breath “Do you promise? To help me?”

He nodded eyes lighting up “Yes. So are we really doing this?” He looked so hopeful, leaned forward, eyes bright. It was actually making your heart hurt how beautiful he was at that moment.

You nodded “I think- I think so.”

He smiled the most beautiful, breath taking smile you’d ever seen on him, which you didn’t think was possible because they were all beautiful, but this one was different.

“This is going to change your life I promise you. I’m going to change your life. For the better.”

“You already have.”

He pulled you right back down, kissing you like he never had as you became a tangle mess of limbs and clothes and you felt like things would get better for the first time in a long time.

Maybe being a work wife wasn’t so bad.

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[ladylooch]

Do you have any fics or blurbs you’ll be posting soon?

Yes, I’ll have some new stuff this weekend!

RN, I am too busy during the week with my 9-5 to write. So I usually only post on Saturday and Sunday. If I post during the week, it’s a lil treat!

I’ve got lots of requests in my inbox for Timo! And some Vince Dunn, Kempe, Moore, Brady Skjei and everyone always wants Nico lol (I mean same 🤪)

#b answers #writing weekend is coming!!

[stardusttkachuk]

Could you write #6 from list 2 with Vince Dunn?

6. Tucking your head into their neck during a hug.

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You didn’t realize Vince was streaming. It had been a hard day and all you wanted was to cuddle him. He gammed often but rarely streamed these days, so you thought you were fine.

You tiptoed into the office he had all his gaming stuff set up in. He gave you a wave, ushering you to come in. Vince took his headset off, his headphones resting on his neck.

“Hi baby,” he murmured.

You outstretched your arms to him and Vince sat up in his chair, pulling you to him until you had fallen in his lap. He situated you in his lap, arms wrapping around you and holding the controller behind you.

He put the headset back on and as soon as he did, you tucked your head into his neck.

“Simp,” you heard someone say.

Your head raised, eyes wide. Vince turned his mic off, meeting your eyes. “oh my god. Are you streaming?”

Vince nodded. “I thought you knew.”

You felt your cheeks heat up and buried your head in his neck again, this time from embarrassment. 

Vince kissed the side of your head with a soft laugh. “Don’t be shy. Everyone loves you.”

“I didn’t need everyone to see me climb into your lap and cuddle you though.”

“Whatever. It’s cute. I can’t wait to see everyone make videos of it.”

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