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Working out with Jon and things are getting sweaty so you strip off your shirt and are just in your sports bra and leggings...

Cleaning up the last of this from after I went to bed last night!

Working out with him would be a task in and of itself because your battle of wits would rise to a whole new level as you stretch and sigh and grit alongside him, his own tactics just as impactful as he purposefully flexes those well earned muscles with each pass of your eyes over his damp skin. With one lingering look, Jon thinks he has you but you lick your top teeth and pull your shirt over your head, chucking it square at his chest.

“Two can play that game,” you smirk, though his responsive steps have him to you in a beat, hips pressed to yours as you’re guided back to the wall.

“Yes,” he groans, hands falling to your hips while he teases his tongue along your earlobe, “two certainly can.”

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CW: angst, angst, angst, angst, bad language, references to racism, angst.

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Word Count: 5012

@whatishockey​ killed it with the banners again!

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CW: smut, flithy smut, racism, self-doubt, smut, discussions of some kinky ideas. You know me.

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All Bets Are Off

banner created by the amazing and talented @whatishockey​

Nina Jackson has loved the past five years working for the Penguins as a PT. They welcomed her after she finished her DPT and now, after working with a team full of interesting, feisty, and sometimes difficult athletes, it’s time for her to go out on her own into her own practice.

Sidney Crosby isn’t the world’s most patient man but he is definitely one of the most determined men. He’s wanted Nina ever since he saw her but out of respect for her and her career, he’s stayed back. Now that she’s leaving the team…

All Bets Are Off

Sidney Crosby x BIPOC Fem!OC

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six: April 2, 2021 (?) There’s heavy smut in this chapter. Very heavy smut, and it’s not even the most explicit smut I’ve written in this fic.

Because fuck a hiatus.

CW: steam, smut, a bit of daddy!Sid, tiny age gap (3 yrs), angst, references to racism, romance

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ok i hate to be the hot burst bitch on anon but i can’t help it. nolan looks like the kind of guy who eats you out so good he makes you squirt on his mouth and loves it

🥵 @hookingminor i think your anons are in my inbox now lol

“Oh fuck, shit, I’m about to cum.”

Your hands alternated between trying to push Nolan away and bring him closer. You knew you were going to have bruises on your hips from how his hands were gripping them, keeping you in place as he tongue-fucked you. He looked up for a second and you swore Nolan gave you an impish look before he licked your clit the exact way you liked and you gushed. 

He mumbled something against your pussy as you came for him. You rode it out as he ate your pussy, greedily licking all of your juices. Then as you came down, you feebly protested, “Too much,” as you felt yourself crest again. 

Nolan moved away, replacing his mouth with his fingers as two fingers fucked you slowly. “Give me another one?”

You shook your head as your back arched. Nolan added a third finger, fucking you hard and fast with his fingers at first. The sound of your wetness around his fingers made him grin before he twisted his fingers into a come-hither motion. You screamed, the overstimulation causing you to cum again for him, squirting for the first time all over his fingers. 

“So good,” he crooned as you crested for him, hands clutching his arm and your bed. “I knew you could do it for me.”

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Listen, I’ve discussed this on my blog before but I’d really just love to smoke a joint with Nolan and have some really slow, lazy sex but have him just say the filthiest things in my ear. Like, I feel the difference there would be phenomenal. 🤷🏻‍♀️🤙🏻

Ya girl officially has 420 followers so lets do this 420 themed blurb 🤙🏾

The room smelled like the best indica you ever smoked. You took a deep inhale, the smoke filling your lungs before blowing out. So relaxed as you shifted in Nolan’s lap. He was still hard inside of you but still as he took his own drag. You began to grind your hips, needing some kind of friction but his heavy hand kept you in place as he put the joint down. 

“Needy girl needs to get fucked?”

You nodded at Nolan’s question, his gravelly deep voice even deeper from arousal and his high. The irises of his blue eyes were blown open and you knew yours had to be too. You keened a low noise when Nolan began to lazily thrust into you, one hand now splayed on your ass, the other grabbing your face. 

Nolan kissed you, lazy but passionate, your tongues meeting and melding. You sighed into his mouth, hips rolling from his slow and steady thrusts. He kissed you like there was nothing else in the world; nothing but you, your lips, and the sweet gasps and moans you were giving him. He pulled away, his lips now at your ear, his hand lightly grasping your throat.

“I love how your needy pussy takes me cock,” he crooned, “Always so wet for me.”

“Only for you,” you gasped as Nolan gave you a stroke at a different angle, hitting your g-spot.

“You’re going to come for me baby?”

You nodded at Nolan’s words, his hand tightening slightly before relaxing. 

“Come for me baby so I can fill my pussy up.”

You came, shuddering as you creamed his cock, each upstroke hitting your gspot. Nolan wasn’t too far behind as he filled you with a groan. You slumped on his chest after your orgasm, too lethargic to move yet. Then you felt him harden inside of you. 

“Again,” you asked, slightly incredulous.

Nolan nodded as he grabbed the joint and took another toke. “Don’t worry, you can take it.”

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197.  N. Patrick - Sparks

I said filthy but… this isn’t filthy. 

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Ooh I would love number 8 with Nolan! ❤️❤️💖💖

Thanks for requesting this one @chicagoblackhawkslover96 – I had a lot of fun writing it!! Also tagging @texanstarslove because you always get me into the Nolan mood.

“They don’t need to know”

*

Summer. Some things never changed. Your family still lived in the street you’d grown up in. Your neighbours had barely moved, the adults and ‘kids’ growing up alongside you. With the longer days of sunshine came the gatherings of family barbecues, a huge group of people that were always there, that always cared. Some things never changed and you liked it that way.

But something had changed this year. Something…unexpected. Not that you were complaining, but still. It was your little secret, just yours and his, and that’s exactly how you wanted it to stay. Fuck knows your mom was nosy enough. No, this…new thing - brand new exciting and heart racing – was something you wanted to keep just to yourself.

What had changed?

Well…

“Fuck, Nolan, that feels so good,” you whispered.

You could feel Nolan smirking against your skin, where his chest was pressed to your back and his lips were gently kissing your neck, and his arms tightened that little bit more around your waist.

“Yeah, it does,” he murmured, pressing you against the counter, the hard line of his cock evident against your ass.

You swatted at his forearm, giggling, earning a huffed laugh from him. This was what was new. Sneaking around with, hooking up with, messing about with Nolan Patrick, the boy from down the street. Of course, he wasn’t exactly a boy anymore, having grown up just as much as you had, but there was something that just fired up and clicked into place the moment that the two of you saw each other this summer. Risqué rendezvous and heated hook-ups had defined the past month, and you were more than happy to keep things a secret. Fuck knows that gossip spread in the neighbourhood fast enough as it was – and this was something that you wanted to keep all to yourself. Drama really wasn’t your forte, and you knew it really wasn’t Nolan’s either – which was why this was exactly what you needed.

Another day, another barbecue – this time at your house. You’d volunteered to fetch more beer from the basement as well as a couple more bottles of wine, and before you knew it Nolan had snuck down there behind you. Not that you really minded – it was difficult trying to get privacy with him at the best of times – but people knew you’d gone down to fetch more alcohol…and they would eventually come looking for you.

Nolan’s teeth nipped just below your ear, breaking you out of your thoughts and making you moan softly. Fuck.

“Nolan, stop! I’m supposed to be helping out,” you giggled.

“How can I stop, when you make so many incredible sounds?” Nolan murmured.

And with that, he nipped your neck again, earning another gasp. Fuck.

“It’s like you want them to hear us,” you teased.

And wouldn’t that be a thing.

“Hmm, no, they don’t need to know,” Nolan snorted.

You couldn’t help but laugh, tilting your head to the side, allowing Nolan more access your skin.

“Mmhmm you just want me to be your dirty little secret,” you grinned.

Then Nolan froze, his hands gripping tightly at your hips. What was wrong? But before you could ask, Nolan spun you around to face him properly, allowing you to look up at his frown with a matching one of your own.

“I’m not ashamed of you,” he said roughly, eyes staring down into yours.

Your lips parted in surprise, your heart beating a little faster, and you felt your cheeks heat up with warmth. Wow. That was more than a little unexpected.

“That’s good to know,” you said softly.

But Nolan kept frowning. “I mean it. This isn’t…I’m not not-telling anyone about us because I’m embarrassed about whatever we’re doing. I just want to keep you all to myself, to not put that pressure on,”

Oh fuck. You were really having a proper conversation about this then, rather than just the quick gasps of agreement like before. You felt your breath catch in your throat, your hands rising to rest instinctively on his chest.

“I get that. Feels nice to have something that other people aren’t constantly asking about, to just be us,” you nodded.

“Exactly! It’s just us, enjoying each other, seeing how things work without our moms giving us know-it-all side eye,” Nolan mused

Ugh god yeah, you could picture the whispering and tittering already. No thank you. You could only imagine the disgruntled look on your face, because Nolan took one look at you and laughed.

“Whatever it is that you’re thinking, exactly that,” he smirked.

“I really just like it being easy and no stress. It’s nobody else’s business,” you frowned.

His hands squeezed over your hips again, letting you know he felt exactly the same.

“Then we’ll keep it that way, until we decide…if we decide to tell anyone. Until then, they really don’t need to know,” Nolan shrugged.

Sometimes you wondered how you got so lucky, ending up in this happy casualness with someone that just got it. Maybe it was because you had known each other so long. Maybe it was because Nolan was just so easy to read. Maybe it was you both understood each other. But whatever it was, it worked. And what was wrong with that?

“On that note…we’d better get out there, before they really do notice that we’re gone,” you murmured.

Nolan tilted his head back, groaning softly in protest, making you giggle. It wasn’t like the two of you could hide away for much longer before you inevitably got caught…

“5 more minutes?” he asked.

As much as you knew it was a bad idea, the hope in his eyes made your stomach fill with butterflies.

“5 more minutes,” you smiled.

Nolan smiled back at you, even more so as your hands slid up from his chest to around his neck, before he ducked his head to kiss you, tugging your bodies closer together. Yeah, no-one needed to know – all of this was just yours.

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you can't make anyone care about you - matthew tkachuk

you can do everything right, but you can't control how others treat you

pairing: matthew tkachuk x reader

warnings: angst (soz), references to sex but no smut

word count: 400 (she's short babes)

a/n: me this morning to @bricksatlandyswindow: "DO YOU WANT TO WRITE A CUTE WIP WITH ME". me earlier to the discord: how do you write fluff 🥰. me tonight: i'm gonna break my own heart. obligatory 'i don't think matt's really like this in person' disclaimer

“You can’t make anyone care about you.”

It’s shitty and jarring and painful. But more than anything, it’s true, and it’s a reminder you need to hear.

You can’t make anyone care about you.

You can’t make someone put in the effort. Communication is a two way street, and you can’t help it if they’re headed for a dead end. You can beg and cry and scream and bargain, but at the end of the day you have to accept it.

You can’t make anyone care about you.

You can text him in the morning, and wish him luck before every game. You can cheer him on from the stands, or his living room, or your dark apartment all alone. You can tell him you’re proud of him even when the outcome isn’t what he wants, when he breaks his stick and bites down so hard on his lip that it bleeds.

You can’t make anyone care about you.

You can wear the prettiest lingerie and shave everywhere and curl your hair and put on your best lipstick. You can wait in his bed, and take comfort in his kiss and wandering hands, and let him chase his own release without any consideration for yours. You can leave with your pride injured and your thighs sore when he doesn’t ask you to stay.

You can’t make anyone care about you.

You can pick up his parents from the airport. You can laugh with his brother’s girlfriend and you can have a near four hundred day streak with his sister. You can make friends with Johnny Hockey’s fiancee, and babysit his captain’s kids and volunteer your time with the Flames Foundation. You can pretend it doesn’t hurt when he goes home to St. Louis and you don’t hear from him the entire summer until you’re a booty call at 2 am in the fall.

You can’t make anyone care about you.

On a cold and grey February morning you can finally put your foot down and demand better for you, from him. You can pack your toothbrush and coconut shampoo and eucalyptus candle. You can leave behind the jersey bearing his last name and the diamond earrings he bought you for your birthday. You can tell him you hope he treats the next one better than he ever treated you.

You can’t make anyone care about you. Not even when you do the right things. Not even when you care for them more than you’ve ever cared for anyone.

But you can begin to care for yourself.

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187. Toews - One More Time

This is for the Tazer anon who visited my inbox today and for @kallmekmk

Inspired by Alesso ft. DubVison - One Last Time; Tiesto ft. IRILA - Lose You; Dua Lipa - Don’t Start Now 

Word Count: 1,447

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Working out with Jon and things are getting sweaty so you strip off your shirt and are just in your sports bra and leggings...

Cleaning up the last of this from after I went to bed last night!

Working out with him would be a task in and of itself because your battle of wits would rise to a whole new level as you stretch and sigh and grit alongside him, his own tactics just as impactful as he purposefully flexes those well earned muscles with each pass of your eyes over his damp skin. With one lingering look, Jon thinks he has you but you lick your top teeth and pull your shirt over your head, chucking it square at his chest.

“Two can play that game,” you smirk, though his responsive steps have him to you in a beat, hips pressed to yours as you’re guided back to the wall.

“Yes,” he groans, hands falling to your hips while he teases his tongue along your earlobe, “two certainly can.”

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Flirt - T. Seguin

Prompt: “You think I’m a flirt but that’s only because I flirt with you”

Tagging: @texanstarslove​ @romanseggy​ @bestestbenn​ @thebookofmags​ @danglesnipecelly​ @denis-scorianov​ @chicagoblackhawkslover96​

A/N: this is the first of my Valentine’s Day prompt blurbs, so I hope you all enjoy it! Just a bit of fun 😘 if anyone wants to be tagged in the others on my list, let me know!

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All Bets Are Off

banner created by the amazing and talented @whatishockey​

Nina Jackson has loved the past five years working for the Penguins as a PT. They welcomed her after she finished her DPT and now, after working with a team full of interesting, feisty, and sometimes difficult athletes, it’s time for her to go out on her own into her own practice.

Sidney Crosby isn’t the world’s most patient man but he is definitely one of the most determined men. He’s wanted Nina ever since he saw her but out of respect for her and her career, he’s stayed back. Now that she’s leaving the team…

All Bets Are Off

Sidney Crosby x BIPOC Fem!OC

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five: Probably 3/23/2021 (Smut warning for this chapter)

CW: steam, smut, a bit of daddy!Sid, tiny age gap (3 yrs), angst, references to racism, romance

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All Bets Are Off Chapter 3

@whatishockey did the damn thing with the banners

Cw: bad language, kissing, pining

Word count: don’t know because I’m pasting this from google docs mobile

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@ohpuckyeah, @joelsfarabee

@besthockeyfics @Defiant-Mouse

@linkingdolans @chicagostylehockey

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@newlibrary @iangiemae

@puckbitchesgetmoney @Missymore

@himbos-on-ice @fiveholegoal

@pagirl6866 @willieshakesqueer

@nazdaddy @alphalib22

@romanseggy @laurenairay

@texanstarslove

@konecny-s

@cutiesara23, @myhockeyworld87

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Smutty microblurb #7: Freddie

94) “Be a good girl/boy and do what I tell you.”

CW: smut, kink, D/s vibes, a bit of daddy!kink

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Starry-eyed by every thought of you

Request: could i get some mutual pining for my boy 🥺 do ur magic boo!! @barzzal​

A/N: I never expected it to be this long & I’m not sure if I did the whole mutual pining thing justice, but I tried? 

Word Count: 1k+

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OTTER! SHUTOUT!