#guentzel

[barkovsasha]

don't threaten ME with a good time

' do you like it when i bleed for you? ' matthew tkachuk + whoever u want :P

Matthew can’t stop staring at Sam.

That should really have been the clue that something was going on but Matthew, for the life of him, can’t even think about why he’s staring or the fact that he should stop. He really should stop.

Matthew keeps staring.

He watches as Sam touches his fingers to his lips, watches as they come away red, blood dribbling down the length of his fingers and pooling darkly at the base. Matthew can barely focus as a little of it drips down onto his palm and he has the sudden urge to lick it clean.

He blinks, brow furrowing as he tries to get a hold of that thought and wonder why the fuck he’s thinking that. About Sam, no less. Sam, his friend, one of the closest he’s ever had. Someone he has never thought about like that before. Well, okay, not never. He’s only human. It’s totally normal to think about your closest friends the way he’s thought about Sam.

Well, is it? He’s always thought it was. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s thought about a friend in a non-friendly way. But with Sam, it’s always been there. Since they first met. Even more now that they’re on the same team again. But with the way Sam has been playing lately, he’s doing so well, he’s taking care of Matthew so much. He’s jumping into fights just for Matthew. The entire thing makes him feel like he’s floating, like if he isn’t grounded enough, he’ll just float up and up and up until he’s living in the clouds.

“Chucky?”

Matthew blinks, vision blurring at the edges when he realises Sam is staring at him. He realises with a start that he’s been staring directly at Sam the entire time.

“Hey, Benny.”

His gaze darts to where Sam’s lip is still bleeding and Matthew wants to bite it, dig his teeth into the split somebody put there with their knuckles. He doesn’t even remember which player it was on the other team, who grabbed him, if it was the same guy who hit Sam or somebody else. All he knows is how badly he wants to make it bleed more.

If Matthew were a smarter man, he wouldn’t stare at his best friend like this. So openly, plainly. In a way that nobody could misconstrue as innocent or platonic. He can practically feel the heat in his gaze, the flush in his cheeks. Matthew doesn’t think he’s ever wanted anything as much as he wants Sam in this moment.

When he drags his eyes back up to Sam’s, the look in his eyes is curious, searching. Like he knows what Matthew is thinking and he’s trying to figure it out for himself. Matthew isn’t sure if he wants Sam to work it out or not, but he knows Sam will. No matter what, Sam will get it out of him. He knows Matthew better than he knows himself most of the time.

And maybe it shouldn’t make sense, maybe Matthew should be scared that there was somebody who meant so much to him and they knew so much of Matthew. That they could take Matthew apart with just a few words, dig their fingers into all of his soft parts and rip him open until he was bleeding for them. Maybe he should be scared that that person is Sam.

But he isn’t. It makes sense, really, when he thinks about it. Sam has known him for so long, Sam has seen him through it all. Sam has stuck by him. Sam was part of the reason why Florida had looked so inviting, so close to what he had been searching for. Sure, he would have made his way to Florida even without Sam, but that didn’t happen because Sam was here. And now, Sam was fighting for him. Sam was bleeding for him.

Sam was talking to him and Matthew couldn’t fucking focus.

“Sorry, what?”

Sam laughs, shaking his head as he runs his tongue over his lower lip, Matthew’s eyes tracking the movement eagerly.

“Do you like it when I bleed for you?”

Matthew goes rigid, shoulders tense and drawing up. He’s on edge and he doesn’t know what to do with himself. It’s not that he’s been caught out, it’s that Sam is the one to do it. And of course he is, hadn’t he just been thinking about how well Sam knows him? But God, it’s one thing to think it and another for Sam to make it so plainly obvious.

He swallows thickly around the lump in his throat as he shakes his head, trying to keep what little composure he might have left. He’s still staring at Sam’s mouth, utter refusal to even consider looking in his eyes and looking anywhere else feels like a cop out. It also feels like a cop out not to look him in the eyes, but Matthew is afraid of what he might see there.

Nothing could prepare him for seeing the smile that tugs at Sam’s mouth. He can’t look away from it. He’s always thought Sam had a beautiful mouth. It looks heavenly stained with blood.

Sam’s hand is suddenly in view, knuckles bruised and crusted over with blood. Matthew hadn’t even realised his knuckles had split from the fight. He moves without thinking, reaching out to wrap his fingers around his wrist, guiding his hand closer until all he can see is Sam’s hand in front of his face.

“Yes,” he whispers, “Yeah, I fucking like it.”

He thinks Sam sounds a little breathless, a little smug with how he was right. Of course he was right. It’s sickening how he’s always fucking right. Matthew is sort of insanely into it.

Before he can stop himself, Matthew is leaning closer to press his lips against Sam’s knuckles, pressing kisses across his skin. He can feel where the blood is still slightly tacky and he finds himself hoping that his own lips are stained with it. That when he pulls away, anyone who sees him will see that Sam is there, too. That Sam is a part of him.

When he does pull back, he finally allows himself to look into Sam’s eyes. They stare at each other for what feels like an eternity, where it feels like they might just be the only two people who even exist. Matthew licks at his lips, the familiar tang of blood on his tongue makes him feel slightly light headed. It’s not his blood for once, it’s Sam’s. Sam’s blood on his tongue. Sam’s blood in his mouth.

“You really fucking do like it, don’t you?”

Matthew doesn’t get to answer, Sam’s hand is grabbing at the back of his neck, tilting his head back before he crushes their mouths together. The last thing there is for Matthew to focus on is biting at Sam’s bottom lip, digging his teeth into the cut to draw more blood out.

[hischiersjohnston]

oooo can i get a snippet from "heaven is not fit to house a love like you and i" and tbd abo nylander/mitchy :3

of course you may! "heaven is not fit to house a love like you and i" is the fifth fic in the 'i was made for loving you' series. putting it and the a/b/o snippet under read more bc it might get long and it is... most definitely not safe for work sdsdf nothing explicit but! just to be safe sdfdsf

snippet from 'heaven is not fit to house a love like you and i'

"YOU'VE SENT away everyone?" Nico asked breathlessly, nipping at Roman's throat. "Yes... Only the bodyguards are outside. But I've ordered them to not linger nearby," Roman whispered. The newly crowned king and his husband (newly crowned King Consort) were alone in the throne room. Roman was on the throne, while his husband was sitting on his lap, legs draped on either side of Roman. It wasn't the most comfortable position, but he could ignore the need for comfort whenever his darling husband was involved. Roman craned his head slightly, allowing Nico to continue to kiss and nip at his throat. It didn't seem the best idea, what with the crown that now sat atop Roman's head. It nearly fell from his head when Roman's head would move, and he reached up to try and take it off. But his husband stopped him by grabbing his wrist. "Don't," Nico whispered breathlessly. "Leave it on, my King." A shiver ran down Roman's spine. He reached to take Nico by the chin, gazing at him with nothing but love and desire in his eyes. "You're demanding things from your king now, husband?" Roman questioned. Nico whimpered, but there's a little smirk on his lips. "But what if I tell you that I've fantasized about riding your cock while you sit on the throne, looking regal, my liege?" he asked. His voice was innocent. But his face and words were far from it. "What if I wish for you to knock me up while you sit on the throne with your crown? For your first act as king to put a baby in me?"

snippet from 'tbd: a/b/o william nylander/mitch marner'

"I'M NOT an invalid, you know," Mitch sighed exasperatedly. He should have expected this, really. Alphas were said to be even more protective of their Omegas when they were pregnant. But he thought Willy was not going to be that protective. After all, Willy was different than most Alphas. Willy had the audacity to pout at him. "I know you're not invalid. But I can't help but worry. I want to make sure that you're well-rested and not overexerting yourself." Mitch understood. This was his first pregnancy, and it'd be a lie to say he wasn't scared. He loved the pup that was growing inside of him already; a product of the love that he shared with Willy. "Reaching for a mug is not overexerting myself, though," he pointed out gently. "And you know I can't just expect you to wait on me hand and foot. I like it to an extent, but not always, baby."

[hughesquinn]

🎱🛼🔪🪲

AAA thank u!!!!!!!! i got distracted writing LMAO

🎱 ⇢ post your AO3 total stats

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

👨‍❤️‍👨🧛🩸🥰🥵

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

uh. okay i dont remember Exactly what it was but i got into the movie 1917 in 2020 and i tried to do sm research for my fanfics for that :D so prob ww1 military LOL

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

accidentally did 88 words oops

THANK U FOR THISSS i love these sm

Writers Truth & Dare Ask Game

[muppetjohntavares]

☕️ who do you want the leafs to try to get during the offseason?

Hiii Kelsey ty for your q!! Regrettably I am too fresh into hockey to have a well educated answer on this so I am going on vibes alone.

imo Toronto is missing some Finns and that issue should be fixed pronto! To be fair most teams could be greatly improved through the addition of even more Finns. Is Ukko Pekka staying with Buffalo or is he available? See, I think I could make a case with an all goalie skating line- (I just want to prove my point that Pontus is the lovechild of Kniesy and Ookie Pookie)

[danhalen]

🍜🍉🎲🌦!

🍜 when i was little my dad made a breaded lemon chicken that i liked so much they just named it reny's chicken. that and some mashed potatoes is the most comforting food i can think of, so it's going to number one. cuz otherwise idk how to pick just one!

🍉 it's watermelon! but aesthetically, it's peaches. peaches are my brand.

🎲 hearts! it's old school and i can never find three other people to play it, but i do love it. it's good for just hanging out and talking. my family and i play five crowns a lot, which is fun. my favorite board game is probably clue. also i love DND does that count? 😂

⛈️ i love the occasional gloomy day, and i love big blanketing snow, but my ideal day is sunny, 60°F max, and a light breeze so i can go outside and do projects without sweating my buns off. a perfect spring day makes me borderline manic.

ty new friend! 💕

[poltoncarayko]

Top 5 foods? Top 5 TV Shows?

top 5 foods

honeycrisp apples

peanut butter

cashews

carrots

sour gummi worms

top 5 tv shows

the bear

abbott elementary

superstore

derry girls

new girl

ask me my top 5 anything!

[voltrons]

listening to hockey radio is just me standing in my apartment visibly shaking

[nowitsturbo]

when management trades your golden child and you’re actually really mad about it

[hunterrrs]

look what you did to my boys, kyle

[goatisbetheres]

grimly enraged/dejected mother mourns the loss of her favorite child

[barkovsasha]

okay im greedy i also need snipps from on your knees and dont make a sound

so happy to tell you that you DID pick a brpf this time <3 and i had to write some of it to show you something i haven't shown you before

on your knees - john gibson x connor mcdavid

“You’re such a good boy, aren’t you, sweetheart? You’d do anything for me.”

McDavid’s eyelashes are long and black against his cheeks when his eyes close and John wonders if they always look like that or if it’s the lighting, the angle. An angle most people will never see him in, meaning John is one of the luckiest men alive to get to indulge in this. 

Having Connor McDavid on his knees in front of him is already an experience and John is not going to pass it up. It’s an easy transition to drag his middle finger along the soft bow of McDavid’s mouth, watching as his lips part. McDavid welcomes the intrusion happily, John’s finger easing into his mouth and pressing against his tongue. He imagines it being his cock, pink pillowy lips framing it just right.  It’s easy to add his ring finger into his mouth, easing them in deep and slow. John reaches down with his other hand, grasping at McDavid’s jaw to make him gasp, mouth opening and tongue lolling out, impossibly slack. 

“Yeah, that’s it. Let me fuck your mouth like this.”

The wet squelch as he fucks his fingers into McDavid’s mouth almost drowns out the cut off whimpers that spill past his lips and John grins. He slides his hand around to grasp at the back of his neck, fingers tangling in with his hair as he guides his head back further. McDavid’s tongue curls around his fingers and John fucks his fingers in deeper, relishing in the way he gags around them. If McDavid looks half as good as this with John’s cock in his mouth, he isn’t certain he’ll last very long. 

don't make a sound - sonny gray x willson contreras

His eyes flutter closed and it takes mere seconds for Willson to descend on him. His teeth are on his neck, biting and tugging, tongue sliding wetly across his skin to soothe the bruises that will follow. Sonny has always bruised easily, always will with the way Willson goes at him. His hole clenches around his cock, trying to drag him in even deeper, but with his thumb there, stretching him open, it’s hard. But fuck, it feels good.

Sonny’s cock spurts out pre cum against his abdomen and he shudders, tightening his grip against the headboard. He wants to be good for him, he doesn’t want Willson to punish him, not on the stream. It wouldn’t be the first time but during Miles’ first stream back, right across the hall, the last thing Sonny wants to do is draw more attention to them.

“Come back to me,” Willson mutters against his jaw.

He’s leaned up over him now, practically covering his body with his own and Sonny gasps, an ugly little sound that ripples through him. He blinks up at his boyfriend, lips parting at the sight. He looks angelic like this, the light framing his face just right, sweat dripping down his chest and undoubtedly his back. Sonny wants to touch him everywhere, let his tongue trace every drop.

Willson’s free hand dips down to swipe his fingers through the pre cum on his skin, lifting his hand up to Sonny’s mouth. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t close his mouth to stop Willson. As it is, Willson eases his fingers right into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue as soon as he can to smear the taste of him across it. His eyes roll back, lips tightening enough to suck at his fingers, beg for them deeper as he wriggles his hips against his cock.

[hughesquinn]

can i get siblings :[ and sick Quinn + canucks Baby Him?? 🫶🏻

yaya !! sorry if this formatted weird ag all i Am on safari on my phone 😭

siblings :[

sick Quinn + canucks Baby Him

wip title game

[muppetjohntavares]

4, 25, 28!

Wahoo, thank you Kelsey!!

4. Least favorite team:

Chicago (ofc) but also I am not too hot about the New York teams, sadly 😔

25: Favorite rookie:

Just had to look at a list of the current rookies because I started watching halfway through this season and I didn't want to miss anyone, but Joseph Woll, The Child™ (Bedard) and Faber!!

28: Favorite goal song:

I feel like I can never hear the goal songs on streams so I am bad at recognizing any, but I love that the pens have I Touch Myself as their win song - and TJ Oshie has Take Me Home, Country Roads as his goal song iirc, so I am adding that to the mix as well ✨

[tysonhos]

not his son!

[doingdathockey]

good eggs (x)

[intheupside]

Jake Guentzel will become a free agent this summer, making it possible for him to sign anywhere he wants, including a reunion with the Penguins.

However, after spending the past two months in Carolina, it appears Guentzel has a strong desire to re-sign with the Hurricanes.

“I loved my experience here,” Guentzel said Saturday. “It’s a great place to play. I don’t think you realize the behind the scenes, how good it is. The guys make it good too. We’re going to see what happens over the next little bit here.”

Guentzel was productive for the Hurricanes, scoring 25 points (eight goals, 17 assists) in 25 regular-season games to help Carolina finish second in the Metropolitan Division. He also tallied nine points (four goals, five assists) in 11 playoff games. The Hurricanes lost in the second round of the playoffs to the Rangers in six games.

“This team for sure can win the Stanley Cup,” Guentzel said. “I think it’s right there. This puts you in a good spot to do that. I want to do that more than anything, and that’s all I care about. That definitely plays a factor into it. Hopefully you can kind of get some stability and be able to sign here long term.”

Guentzel has scored 227 goals over his first eight NHL seasons, and won a Stanley Cup with the Penguins in 2017. As a 29-year-old with that kind of productivity and playoff experience, he'll likely get a sizable contract this summer.

from dkpitt