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Office Hours | Pierre-Luc Dubois

Ahaha professor Au smut anyone???

Warnings: Spelling and grammar errors, SMUT, NSFW CONTENT, choking, oral (m giving, f receiving), mentions of m receiving oral, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), slight degradation, semi-public sex, cream pie, hair pulling, uh idk i think that about covers it.

Word count: 4.7k

Fem!reader x Professor!PLD (*Ahem* PLDaddy)

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the four times you took care of matthew and the one time he gets to take care of you

Pairing: Matthew Tkachuk x Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: swearing, very brief smut, concussions, vomiting, drinking, sickness

Summary: You always take care of Matthew, from injuries during games, tough losses, and even through sickness. But Matthew loves the rare times he gets to take care of you.

The banging on your door startled you up from your position on the couch. You were in the middle of binging the fifth collection of The Great British Bake-off, curled up with the dumb but insanely loved Flames blanket Matty had gifted you a few months ago and a cup of tea to settle in for the evening.

Said blanket was now on the floor and luckily the tea was almost gone when the knocking happened and nothing had spilled. You shoved the cup onto the coffee table and headed over to your door, just as whoever was on the other side of it got impatient and banged on it once more.

Looking out the peep-hole you saw Jacob and Johnny holding up a miserable looking Matthew. Elias was the one knocking and was carrying all of Matty’s stuff. 

You pulled the door open, eyeing them. “What the hell happened?” You asked, taking in Matty’s state.

You were practically shoved away as Jacob and Johnny walked into your apartment and deposited Matthew on the couch, who let out a loud groan and proceeded to push his hands into the sides of his head.

“Your boyfriend here rammed his head into the goal post during practice. It’s just a concussion.”

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star ☾★ tyson jost

“painted just like an angel, i thank the lord that he made you” or a look at the photo collage on your bedroom wall 

word count: 3.7k

warnings: literally nothing this is the fluffiest thing i’ve ever written

(track three of my fics inspired by cosmic by bazzi series! masterlist here)

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“babe, the trucks gonna be here in 10, you ready?” tyson calls through the apartment for you.

“sure thing!” you yell back, turning back to the wall. your were staring at the photo collage in front of you, a conglomeration of your first year in denver and all the great memories you had made. your baby cousin had made it for you. it was a cork board that was cut into the shape of a 5 point star with glitter glued edges, a little bit messy but full of adorable heart. it was her gift to you when you moved to denver to start your new job, something to remind you of home and that she loved and missed you. and also a place to store all your new memories as they were captured on camera. it was quite the sophisticated idea, surely your aunt’s doing that turned into an arts and crafts project for her little tyke. staring at the board now, you can’t help the wide grin on your face as you recall all the moment in the pictures, each one with a unique story.

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serendipity - pierre-luc dubois

ser·en·dip·i·ty/ˌserənˈdipədē/: 

noun

the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.

pairing: pierre-luc dubois x reader

warnings: alcohol, cursing, children, brief mention of death/dead parent

word count: 9.1k 

authors: @babytkachuks​ & @bricksatlandyswindow​

a/n: this is an au where pierre does not leave columbus as it was written way before the trade. also, we’re sorry we haven’t been as active. we’re currently going through some things in our personal lives but we promise we are working on all of the blurbs sent in. much love and let us know what you think ❤️

It’s in the silliest of places where you first meet: Calgary International Airport. The Blue Jackets have a game against the Flames on their Canadian roadie, and you’re on your way to Cabo for spring break, stuck on a layover in the cold Canadian city.

It’s a girls trip, your last spring break of college and after getting your ass handed to you in first term finals you feel like you and Jo have earned the right to sit like gluttons and suck back top shelf margaritas at Chili’s during the longest layover ever. Six hours is a long time, but the near $200 savings on tickets? Totally worth it. 

You’re two drinks in, a happy buzz as you pick at your southwest egg rolls while Jo knocks back her burger. You watch as she misses her mouth, your head falling back in a fit of giggles as she looks at the burger in betrayal. 

He’s drawn to the sound of your laugh and the curve of your smile. It brightens his sour mood at having to travel alone, finally given the all clear to meet up with the boys midway through the Canadian west coast roadie after a rough check when his head was down in San Jose. 

You make eye contact as he approaches, and he’s surprised but not offended as he spots his team’s logo across your breasts. A small smirk appears on his face then, “Nice shirt,” he says simply. The flush on your face says you noticed where his gaze had just rested, and the slightly wide eyed glance you return says you know who he is. 

“Thank you,” you say, lifting your cup in a cheers motion that he returns with a cheeky wink as he continues on his way. Jo just stares at you in confusion, her bright blue eyes wondering what the hell just happened and who the handsome stranger was.

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soarin ☾★ matthew tkachuk

“found love in empty bottles, i guess we’ll never learn” or the voicemail you were never supposed to hear

word count: 2.6k

warnings: mentions of sex, swearing, mentions of alcohol

(track two of my fics inspired by cosmic by bazzi series! masterlist here)

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you and matthew had an agreement of sorts. it was very clear where lines were drawn, where affection was deemed gratuitous and where platonic friendship veered into romantic gestures. neither of you were interested in being tied down to a partner, which made the rules of your .. entanglement much easier to establish.

condom. no matter what. 

no gifts given or received 

be honest if you’ve been with someone else

ask permission before trying something new (consent is always sexy)

FULL transparency if feelings are caught.

while matthew tried to get around rule number 2 occasionally, the rest of it worked well. you had been friends with benefits for the better part of 6 months, the consistent sex doing wonders for your stress levels and for matthew’s public image. no longer was he seen as the pest playboy from st. louis, now he was just a regular pest. something he could get behind. 

the two of you met because the company you worked for was a flames sponsor, and you attended one of the many galas the GM had the team play nicely at. all of them were dressed to the nines in spiffy suits, but one caught your eye from the moment you walked in. you weren’t really sure why, either. his hair was way too wild for a formal event, his aura felt incendiary from yards away. but that crooked smirk and those crystal blue eyes had you curious. 

it’s not like this was one sided, either. what’s matthew supposed to do, avoid how sublime that satin dress hugs your body, how soft your skin looks? how that slit going up your thigh is dangerously tantalizing and how you know he’s watching you? 

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between halls and thin walls → part two

summary: friends who fool around almost never work. almost.

↳ pairing: mathew barzal x you

↳ warnings: swearing, sex toys, masturbation, sexual/suggestive themes, and yenno, mathew :(

↳ genre: angst, smut, roommates au, best friend’s best friend, friends with benefits, 18+ minors dni*

↳ length: imagine/series; part one, part two (5.9k)

↳ masterlist: the barn

↳ track: listened to a lot of beyoncé for this one !!

note: part two’s here!! and i know it’s late for an update but i just wanna thank everyone for commenting on the first part 🥺 really glad that you guys liked it. reading your tags are everything to me it means a lot! happy reading <3 (gif used: mine)

You come out of your bedroom dressed and ready for work. Your handbag was slung over the depth of your forearm as you headed for the kitchen and the other, scrolling past emails on your phone, admittedly bracing yourself for the mess you know will eventually greet you.

To your surprise, what you see instead were Mat Barzal’s guns rippling through the jet black sweater he had worn last night. A memory that sent your mind to less than eight hours ago, before eventually landing on what happened shortly when the two of you had woken up.

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I hate you I love you

HI DID YOU MISS ME AND THIS SERIES?

Ignore the fact that its 4 am and that this is probably riddled with typos but I’ll fix those eventually probably not.

But here we are with the part that serves as both the epilogue to 10 things I hate about you, and the prologue to 10 things I love about you. It’s kinda long for me (almost 6k) but ya know, whatever. Hope you like it! Sorry if you think I’m mean but be a little worried for what I have planned!

Read the first series here!

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The music was blaring, everyone was drunk and screaming. The amount of noise surrounding everyone in the bar was palpable, the vibrations shaking every single bone in his body to the point of discomfort. 

“What the hell are we doing here, man?” Matthew leans over to Trevor and Conlan, trying not to scream too loud but having to out of necessity. 

“You were in Calgary,” his childhood best friend starts, “so Brighton volunteered to plan everything. And he planned this.” 

Trevor was getting married the next day, his last night before he said ‘I do’ to the girl of his dreams, his high school sweetheart. Despite being away in Calgary, Matthew was still Trevor’s best friend aside from Brady, the best man at Trevor’s wedding, back home at his bachelor party which should have been planned by him, not the rich kid who somehow weaseled his way into their friend group when they were kids, never seeming to go away no matter how much they wanted him to.

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cartier ☾★ vince dunn

“nothing on you when you naked, except a cartier bracelet” or you and vince’s anniversary 

word count: 2.2k

warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wear a damn condom ffs,) swearing

(track 12 of my fics inspired by cosmic by bazzi series! masterlist here)

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“i’m pretty sure i find something new to love about you every day,” vince says, intertwining your fingers with his after you took you earrings off in the vanity mirror. your cheeks heat up and you smile bashfully, not expecting him to say that out the blue. he had been watching you remove your makeup and jewelry, something he liked to do often, but it was a special day, and he was feeling some special kinda way.

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what do you think makes matty the softest? like what’s something his girl does that just makes him 🥰🥺

matty strikes me as the guy who is like annoying and everyone thinks he's a cocky ass but when he finds The One he is so fucking soft it's a complete 180 like it takes everyone aback by how fucking soft he is around you like no matter what you do he's never raises his voice at you and his chirps are always light and don't hold the same weight as when he chirps his friends he's so fucking smitten it kinda disgusts everyone but he doesn't care

everyone always asks how tf you did it specifically his close friends/teammates and family bc he's never been like this with anyone but you but matty is literally in love w everything about you like whatever quirks you have maybe it's humming along to songs without realizing it or the foot tapping you do when you're working on stuff or when you brush his hair out of his eyes (when it's curly and long) not even realizing it or the little cheek kisses you give him whenever you pass him in the kitchen as you're both making lunch or something or if you wear glasses he thinks it's adorable the way you scrunch your nose the way you wear your hair the way your tongue sticks out when you're super concentrated on something like whatever small things you do without realizing he loves so much but overall you in general just make him soft and bring out his sweet side

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got a hold on me - kevin hayes

summary: kevin left new york without a word and everything fell apart. in philadelphia, things come back together.

warnings: alcohol, recreational drug use, this contains smut. if you are under the age of 18, back away now. No one else has looked over this, so please tell me if anything is horribly wrong.

word count: 11,391

songs: lovers + strangers - starley | tell me how - paramore | sunrise - kygo feat. jason walker | know by now - the kite string tangle

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something just like this | c. parayko

I don’t know how I’ve done it but somewhere between this morning and now I managed to get possessed by the ghost of fic-mas past and this ended up being finished. Don’t ask me how, I don’t know. I’ve learned to just go with it when it happens. Author’s note: I don’t speak Greek or Italian so I apologise to any native speakers for any incorrect grammar. I am also white-British in my ethnicity. I wanted to really challenge myself and write a female character who came from a mixed heritage, mediterranean background and I hope that I did her and the communities that she represents, justice (there was a lot of research and reading!) Word count: 13.3k Warnings: None apart from one brief, passing mention of infertility. Song Inspiration: Something Just Like This by The Chainsmokers ft Coldplay Summary: When Cassandra Constantinou picks up her roots and moves from NYC, the only city she’s ever known, to St Louis, the last thing she expects is to fall into friendship with her neighbour, Colton. Colt, on the other hand, comes to realise through his friendship with Cass that perhaps home isn’t a place after all. Tagging: @danglesnipecelly, @texanstarslove, @kallmekmk (I know you’re not the biggest fan of the blues so please don’t feel pressured into reading!), @princessphilly, @thebookofmags, @denis-scorianov, @propertyofkreider (because I promised to get you on the Colton train!), @whatishockey​, @laurenairay and @sleepy-space-queen

Colton Parayko would consider himself to be a lucky man. He had a dream job, he was living in a city that felt like home despite being thousands of miles away from his actual home. He drove a nice car, had a nice house in a good area and his neighbours were some of the kindest people he’d ever had the pleasure of encountering. Sure, there were days where he could kill a man for a Tim Horton’s but had to settle for a Starbucks instead, and those days made a pang of homesickness rear its head in his chest, but they were few and far between and if his biggest gripe was a lack of Tim Horton’s coffee in St Louis, then Colton thought he was doing pretty damn well if he was to say so himself.

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head over feet

A/N: Oh my lord. This fic holds such a special place in my heart. I felt like it could use a little bit of a face lift so I went ahead with one. I also combined it into just one long piece and made the main character an OC and I am so happy with the end result. I hop y’all are too!   

Word Count: ~14k

Warnings: Language, angst (ish), smut.

If you’d like, you should listen to Head Over Feet by Alanis Morissette as it was one of the inspirations behind this piece as well as this submission.

*Italics indicate flashbacks.

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Open Invitation (pt. 4)

a/n: After much anticipation, here it is, the fourth and final part of Open Invitation. I want to thank everyone who has read, commented, reblogged, and screamed about this fic. This was really fun to write and I’m kind of sad to see it end. That being said, I’m really happy with the final result and I hope you all are as well! Remember to have a long conversation about your partner when exploring kink, be with someone who respects your boundaries, and if you are in a dom/sub relationship and there is no aftercare, that’s abuse. The last thing I’ll say is this: *in sing-song voice* I’m going to hell and you’re all coming with me!

Taglist:  @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69​ @matbaerzal​ @extratragic​ @dreamypeaches​ @hookingminor​ @sweetlittlegingy​ @matbarzyy​ @puckbitchesgetmoney​ @hit-em-with-the-four​ @thirteenisles​

Song Word Count: 9.6k  Warnings: It’s a threesome, what do you expect? Oral (both m & f receiving), fingering, orgasm denial, spanking, unprotected sex, daddy kink, Dom!Tito, slight Switch!Mat, light bondage, little bit of choking, a smidge of degradation, and a whole lot of dirty talk!

~Part 1 ~Part 2 ~Part 3

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It seemed like you had been sitting in that booth for hours. And maybe you had been. As far as you were concerned, the world could have ended right outside the bar and you wouldn’t have noticed. All because of the weight from two hands that had never left your thighs.

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365 Pt. 2 // N. Patrick

Summary: 365 handwritten letters sat untouched under your bed in a small black box. 365 thoughts and memories spewed out on tear stained paper. Each letter was unique in its own way, but each letter still had one underlying similarity. They all collectively represented 365 days without Nolan.

Word Count: 1.8k

Italicized = flashback

Pt. 1

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Maybe Nolan finding the letters was for the best. A weight lifted from your shoulders. The unspoken words finally released, setting you free from the heartache you had to carry with you every day for the past 365+ days. 

Maybe he didn’t read them all, maybe by some miracle he only read one or two. Maybe he cringed at how stupid and pathetic you made yourself sound. How the independent and fun loving woman you once were, was now pleading for answers through unsent letters. 

Your list of “maybes” are what began to haunt you at night, leaving you to toss and turn, questioning every little detail of the words that Nolan now finally had the chance to read.

You haven’t seen the outside of your apartment in 2 weeks, using all of your free PTO to stay curled up under the covers of your bed. You were beginning to revert back to your old ways. Ignoring phone calls from family and friends. You barely ate, showered, brushed your teeth. Your apartment was beginning to look like your closet had thrown up. Dishes and cups lined the counters. Take out containers overflowing from your refrigerator. 

You knew if anyone had seen the way you were living they would judge you and immediately push you to talk about your feelings, about Nolan, about everything that just seemed to be going wrong in your life. 

Molly calls you everyday but everyday you decline the call. Ever since you confronted her about telling Nolan where you live, you just can’t seem to force yourself to trust her again, let alone talk to her for a few minutes each day.

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take it out on me - matthew tkachuk

a/n: here’s the first part of my future nostalgia series! shoutout to @troubatrain​ for reading this like a long fucking time ago and also @davidpastrsnack​ bc kate is the reason we are even in this matty hole as always please lmk your thoughts

word count: 7.3k

warnings: alcohol, smut (+ unprotected sex)

song: good in bed

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There was nothing that pissed you off more than the sound of Matthew Tkachuk’s booming laughter. It was loud and obnoxious and so full of himself, much like Matthew himself.

Actually, there was nothing that pissed you off more than Matthew Tkachuk.

The arrogance that he exuded when he walked into rooms, the stupid smirk on his face whenever he saw you roll your eyes, his stupid head of curls that you had to watch whatever girl he was hooking up with at the time run her hands through all night, the way he looked you up and down before deciding if he was going to flirt with you or insult you. It all pissed you off.

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take me as i am

summary: like he always does, sidney picks you up after work. the only thing he didn’t expect was to see you kissing one of your workmates. the one he’s been jealous of, to be exact.

↳ pairing: sidney crosby x you

↳ warnings: jealousy, make up sex, and the whole narrative of sidney learning you love him for the first time, minors dni*

↳ genre: angst if you squint, fluff, smut, pre-established relationship (you’re not there yet but almost), +18

↳ length: imagine; 5.9k

↳ masterlist: the barn

↳ track: skin, drunk on love by rihanna

note: this fic has been in my drafts for a while and i’m just happy i get to share it with y’all now! a lil nervous putting this out but as always, feedbacks are very much appreciated! <3

Sidney has never gripped a steering wheel so hard in his life not until he spent the entirety of waiting outside the café of your building, watching the innocent touches and laughs you share with a colleague that he has been secretly observing every time he comes and picks you up after work or your usual work brunches such as this.

You hadn’t been dating officially which is basically the reason behind why he didn’t want his petty issues out in the open. But Sidney has got to admit that even though the obvious age gap between the two of you didn’t bother him, the sight of you hanging out with guys your age– someone who could potentially connect with you in levels he knew he never could, scares the shit out of him. 

So, when he sees you give that guy a kiss goodbye and a smile that he knows he only brings out of you, that’s when he lost it. 

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Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69​

Tagging: @thirteenisles​ @laurenairay​ @texanstarslove​ @mcmo-anon​ @ohpuckyeah​ @zuucc​ @whatishockey​ @great-puck-work​ @canadianheaters​ @denis-scorianov​ @notaccurateornice​ @marcostandella​ @mems06​ @hattrickkane​ @newlibrary @iamtheblondestblonde

Relationship: Andrei Svechnikov x Fem!OC

Summary: Andrei has had a crush on Katarina since he met her his rookie year. The problem? She’s six years older than him and only sees him as a kid. Now entering his third year in the league, he’s not a kid anymore and he’s ready to prove that to her. 

Word Count: 35k

Warnings: Smut. Alcohol. Mentions of a toxic relationship. Sexual choking.

Disclaimer: Yes, the title is from The Great Gatsby! 

Comments: I had so much fun writing this and I can’t believe that it’s finally done 😭😭😭 I’m not ready to say goodbye to Kat and Svech!!! 

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