#mika zibanejad blurb

[laurenairay]

If its still available, #9 for mika zibanejad

Thank you choosing Mika for this one, anon – it’s always a joy to write for this sweetheart! Also tagging @tippedbykreider as it’s because of her I adore this beautiful man.

“You came all the way to give it back to me?”

Words: 958

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Here goes nothing. You knocked on the front door that you’d walked away from only a few months ago, taking a deep breath as you heard footsteps shuffling the other side. Eventually the door opened, revealing your ex-boyfriend, who took one look at you and sighed.

“What are you doing here?” Mika said tiredly.

You swallowed heavily, biting your lip briefly as you looked him over. To anyone that didn’t know him well, they probably wouldn’t notice any difference. But that wasn’t the case for you – three years with him had given you plenty of time to notice all the little things about Mika, and there was so much that concerned you already. The way his hair was ever so greasy at the roots – he hated letting his hair look so unkempt, and you couldn’t actually remember any time other than when he was sick with the flu that he’d let it get this way since you’d known him. There were also the little dark circles under his eyes – he had always been a good sleeper, always woke up with glowing skin, always looked awake and perky and fresh, so for him to have those tired eyes? And then there were his lips – usually so soft and perfect, so pink and pink, but right now they were dry and chapped, with a clear crack in the bottom lip too, and it wasn’t like him to neglect his self-care like this.

And it only solidified your gut feeling of needing to come over to see him tonight.

“I wanted to give you this back,” you murmured.

Mika frowned as you held out your hand, but his lips parted as you opened your fist to reveal a soft pink scrunchie. His soft pink scrunchie.

“You came all the way to give it back to me?” he said softly, confused.

“Yes?” you said hesitantly.

Mika’s confusion shifted to a soft smile. “Really?” he said, raising an eyebrow.

You felt your cheeks heat up, busted, but you bit your bottom lip briefly before offering him a shrug. He always had been able to read you, always did call you out on the untruths, and even though you weren’t together anymore, clearly that hadn’t changed.

“I miss you. I miss you so much. And maybe it’s crazy but I had to see you,” you admitted.

Mika huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. “You’d better come inside. My neighbours don’t need to hear this.”

Well he had a point there – and there was no way you were going to waste this chance, not if he was extending the olive branch like this. Mika stepped to the side, letting you walk past him into the house you used to call your home, but it wasn’t until he’d closed the door behind you that he cleared his throat.

“I thought you didn’t want to wait around for a guy who couldn’t prioritise you?” Mika said softly.

You winced at the sadness in his eyes, knowing that all the stupid things you’d said to him in the heat of the moment were just that – angry flyaway comments that should never have been said, and yet you’d said them all to his face anyway. And you’d hurt him.

But the fact that he was even still standing there, talking to you, holding the scrunchie that you’d – let’s be honest – used as an excuse to see him again, it gave you hope.

“I was stupid. And wrong, so so wrong, Mika. I was angry at your schedule, at the fucking NHL having a Rangers away game on my birthday. Every year you missed things that were important to me, through no fault of your own, and that night was three years of built up frustration. I should never have taken that out on you,” you said softly.

If you could be vulnerable with him right now, be completely honest, putting all your cards out on the table, then it had to mean something, right?

“No you shouldn’t have. It wasn’t fair on me at all, and you know it. You knew it then and you still said it anyway. What changed, for you to come back here?” Mika said shortly.

Alright, you deserved that, you could admit it, his words and his tone of voice.

“Waking up in a bed that isn’t ours, without your arms around me, it doesn’t feel right. Not hearing your off-key singing in the shower, or smelling the amazing food you cook, or making you laugh so hard that you get tears in your eyes – I miss it. I miss you. And I miss us, because we were so good, and I threw it all away like an idiot.”

Mika’s lips parted in surprise at your rant, his cheeks flushing softly, but it was the small smile on his lips that made you lose a little of the tension in your shoulders.

“You’re not an idiot,” he murmured.

You let out a dry laugh, shaking your head. “I let you go, of course I am.”

He chewed his bottom lip as he fell silent in thought, and it was all you could do to keep your hands from shaking, your heart completely laid out for him. If he turned you away now, that was it. There was nothing left that you could say. It was all on him now, as it should be.

“Do you want to stay for a drink?”

Mika’s soft voice broke you out of your spiralling thoughts, and his smile widened into a grin as he realised it too. But you just nodded, smiling shyly back. This was your chance, your second chance with him, and there was no way you were going to waste it.

“I’d like that.”

[skjeinon]

Chris has a voyeurism kink and asks if you wouldn’t mind him watching you fucking one of his teammates (Mika) while he jacks off

18+ ofc

this has been in my ask box for like maybe a week now and i wanna try to give it justice oh my god but my inspo has been slipping

this definitely isn’t as long as the original one was gonna be, but i hope you can bare with me :)

no proofread

- “have you ever thought about mika?”

- “yeah.. maybe..”

- “would you let him fuck you while i watch?”

and now you’re tangled up with mika , post game, back at you and chris’s humble abode. chris is uncomfortably sitting in the chair in the corner while your hair is tangled in mika’s. mika and chris’ style of fucking you are very different. chris is controlling but not demanding, while mika probably more so is than chris. he has you unbuckle his pants and undo the buttons of his shirt while he fingers you. he praises you when he sees the color of your lingerie was something chris had said that mika would like and as mika goes to eat you out, chris is practically begging to just jerk off. he holds out though, just so he can watch you get fucked and cum at the same time. but while sitting there, holding out, he’s painfully rutting against his palm, practically begging to jerk himself off. you and mika ignore it, or try to, while you just want to help him so badly.

mika’s goal is to make you cum at least 3 times. his stamina would provide that dream after he makes you cum on his tongue. he took your hand and gently placed it against his cock to slowly get a feel for him before he placed it against your cunt. “i’m sure this can’t be too bad for you, right princess?” he knew about how well…endowed… chris was. he knew that you could take him all the way, so maybe mika wouldn’t be a challenge. but despite what mika knows, you still struggle with chris’ cock. meanwhile, chris finally has his cock out, pressed to his lower stomach before he wraps his hand around the length. momentarily he spits in his own palm to make it more pleasurable but he practically is seething for any touch against him.

your back practically rises off the bed as mika enters you. his hands squeezing your thighs, you can see the white spots from his fingertips pressed to your skin. he was trying so hard to not break the facade he had put on, but your pussy was fucking wonderful. “ngh.. you feel so fucking good..” his head fallen forward as strained mumbled fell from his lips. your moans filled the room, dragging chris on to stroke his cock, even matching the thrust patterns of mika. your hands were wrapped around mika’s wrists while he gripped your thighs until you were overwhelmed and couldn’t focus on anything but his cock inside of you.

chris was also a little mouthy, his groans were loud and noticeable and it only drew you on further. fuck you wanted both of them so badly. you could feel yourself coming closer to the point of breaking and your strung together words , broken from the absolute state of being fucked dumb, notified mika. mika was still going strong, while his cheeks were flushed and he was clearly holding back, he NEEDED to make you cum twice. meanwhile, chris is practically rutting into his own hand. he wanted to cum , especially inside of you, but he knew he wouldn’t get that, so he had to hope and pray that mika would fill you up.

your first orgasm passed and chris was even just edging himself at this point while you could tell mika was getting closer. his eyebrows knitted together as his heavy breathing became sharper. “fuck.. i’m gonna cum. i’m gonna fill you up ..” fell from his lips as he had you close to riding out your second orgasm while chris followed along as well.

the room filled with orgasmic cries, mostly from you as now you’re overstimulated and full of your boyfriends best friends cum but also from chris as he had been edging himself since your first orgasm. his cum , shot up his stomach, was embarrassing for him. he had to get the shirt he wore dry cleaned. mika slowly pulled out, watching as his cum slowly dripped from you. he let out a small laugh to himself before your eyes finally met chris’

“you okay?” his voice filled the room. i nodded and he smiled. he held his hand up to show some of the remaining cum, his cheeks pink with embarrassment. your laughed while beckoning him over to lick his hand clean. “you seemed to give her a good time” chris said, looking over at mika who was pulling his hair back into a ponytail, shrugging. “i dunno, maybe we should do it together some time. she seemed pretty needy for you every time she looked at you.” mika laughed.

“i could say the same thing for you.” chris shrugged as he felt you stop. he leaned down on the bed and gave you a small kiss. “good girl, i love you.”

“i love you too” you smiled gently as the two of them pulled some clothes on and helped get you cleaned up and settled. mika decided to stay the night, cuddled up with you between him and chris.

[tippedbykreider]

i can’t pretend | m. zibanejad

Word Count: 1,750 words Warnings: Vague hint of jealousy, mentions of alcohol Summary: There comes a time where feelings must be confronted and you can’t pretend like you’re anything other than how you feel in your heart. Mika Zibanejad x Reader Author’s Note: Fic title is from Don’t Let Go by En Vogue but I was very much inspired by the Lusaint cover <3

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Life is full of disappointments, despite all of our best intentions and no matter what we do to try and shield ourselves from them, sooner or later they will come knocking. You’d experienced disappointment before, of course you had, but none of them compared to the violent wrenching you felt in your stomach at the sight before you right now.

The loud music all around you faded into nothing and all you could focus on was the loud whoosh of your heart thundering in your ears, like a train passing at speed. Your eyes had suddenly found the vodka and coke you were holding very interesting and whatever conversation you’d been having with Chris and Pavel was quickly forgotten and while Pavel was still trying to work out exactly why your words had died on your tongue, Chris was surveying you with a worried expression and his hand was heavy on your knee.

Chris’s eyes had seen the same thing you had and he was perceptive enough to notice the way your face had fallen when Mika had walked into the bar with someone else, saw the way your shoulders sagged with the exhale of your breath and saw the sparkle that’d been in your eyes dull and diminish into nothing. He leaned in as he flexed his fingers on your leg reassuringly, voice low but still audible above the thumping bass.

“I had no idea he was bringing anybody, I swear.”

You shrugged nonchalantly at that, despite the ache in your chest and despite the tears that had suddenly begun to burn behind your lashes. “Mika can come out with whoever he wants.”

“Not when he was the one who invited you,” Chris countered, tone a little firmer this time but you knew him well enough by now to know that his annoyance wasn’t directed towards you. “What the hell is he playing at? Making such a big deal about you coming out with us tonight and then turning up with her.”

“It’s not a big deal, Chris. Can we just… can we just drop it? Please?”

Chris narrowed his eyes at you slightly, knowing you well enough to know that even you didn’t really believe the words that came out of your mouth but he was cognizant enough to know not to push and so he lifted his hands up in front of him, a wordless acceptance of what you were asking, before reluctantly going back to his Guinness.

You, on the other hand and despite yourself, couldn’t tear your eyes away from how the girl Mika had brought was draping herself all over him and how Mika seemed to like it. You weren’t entirely sure just how long you’d been staring and you were certain that the others would have started to notice how your eyes hadn’t moved at all since Mika had walked through that door; but even though it felt like someone was twisting a knife further into your gut with every second that passed, you couldn’t bring yourself to look anywhere else.

It shouldn’t have surprised you really, that Mika wasn’t interested, that he didn’t see you in that way because when you looked at the woman with her arms draped around his neck and with her legs that seemed to go on for days, you realised that you were nothing alike and if that was his type then it was no wonder that he didn’t see you as anything more than his friend. You’d known Mika for the best part of four years now and while you were sure that there was more to the way he’d touch you and there was more to the softness in his eyes whenever he looked at you, you realised then that those touches and looks weren’t anything special, even if they felt that way to you.

It was the sight of his lips ghosting the shell of her ear that had you setting your glass down onto the table forcefully and reaching for your coat. He hadn’t even made it to the table yet but you knew that there was no way you were making it through the night without losing it and there was no sense in making things awkward for everybody else too. Better to leave now and lick your wounds in the privacy and solace of your apartment than be the subject of the quiet sympathetic looks you were sure would be sent your way.

“Wait, are you going?” Chris asked, the concern evident in his voice. “You just got here.”

“Headache,” you replied, your voice rough in your attempt to keep a lid on the emotions bubbling up from your chest to your throat.

“I’ll walk you home-”

“I’d really rather you didn’t,” you snapped, immediately regretting the hostility with which you replied upon seeing a momentary hurt flash across Chris’s face. “I mean, I’m okay, thanks. I-I can get home myself. Thanks for the offer though.”

You knew that Chris didn’t like that idea and you knew that he was just doing what a good friend should, but if you let him walk you home that would only give him an opportunity to talk about you and Mika and your feelings and you certainly didn’t want that, especially not now. Chris seemed to get the message because he simply nodded, albeit reluctantly. You picked up your purse and slipped out of the bar into the cool New York night without another word spoken to anyone.

Being as oblivious and wrapped up as he was, Mika hadn’t noticed you leave and so the confusion in his expression was evident when he approached the table and his eyes didn’t immediately find yours like they usually would. He went to speak but Chris cut him off curtly, eyes burning and jaw set.

“She went home.”

“Why?”

Chris gave Mika a pointed look and glanced quickly at the woman hanging from his arm before his stony stare found Mika’s eyes once more. “Headache,” he replied with a sharpness that Mika didn’t miss but took a couple of beats to catch up to everything that Chris wasn’t exactly saying.

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” Chris replied from behind his glass. “Maybe you should go check up on her? Make sure she’s okay.”

“Yeah,” Mika said quietly. “Yeah, you’re right.”

Within five minutes Mika had given his apologies to Sarah, or Jess, or whatever her name was and was sprinting through the streets of Manhattan towards your apartment. It’s funny how things only become clear when they suddenly start to slip through your fingers and Mika knew that this was one of those moments. He cursed himself for not seeing it sooner, for not seeing that you were right there in front of him, waiting on him to catch up and finally acknowledge just what sat between the two of you. It was the way his skin sparked whenever he touched you, it was the way his heart fluttered whenever you smiled or laughed, it was the way you understood just how crazy his life was and it was the way you understood the pressures he felt and the weight and expectation he carried on his shoulders. It was all of those things and more and Mika knew that if he really allowed himself to think about it, those were things that had been there since day one. He could only hope that he hadn’t thrown it all away in his complete ignorance.

He’d climbed the stairs to your apartment a hundred times before but the three flights had never felt as towering as they did right now. Perhaps it was the fact that he’d run the ten or so blocks to your place or perhaps it was the overwhelming fear that he’d thrown away the best thing he could’ve had, but either way Mika was sure that his heart was about to burst right out of his chest as he knocked urgently at your door.

His stomach dropped through the floor at the sight of your tear streaked face as you opened the door to him and he was ready to list every single reason why he was an idiot and tell you just how sorry he was but he was cut off and knocked back by the rawness in your voice.

“What’re you doing here?”

“I need to talk to you,” Mika rushed out, hoping beyond hope that you’d hear him out and not slam the door in his face.

“There’s nothing to say, Mika,” you replied in the best strong voice you could muster, not wanting to fall apart in front of him.

“Please-”

“I’m sure your girlfriend is missing you.” Your expression is stony as you look at him and your arms are folded tightly across your chest and nothing at all like the frantic look in Mika’s eye and the way he’s tearing his hands through his hair.

“She’s not my-”

“You know what, Mika?” you interrupt, deciding that you’re not in the mood to listen to whatever excuse was going to come out of his mouth. “You don’t owe me anything. You can go out with whoever the hell you want, but don’t bring me into it. Maybe it was my own fault for thinking that there might have been something more between us and that you wanted to be more than friends and I’m sorry about that but I can’t pretend, Mika. I can’t pretend that I don’t feel what I feel, okay? I’m miserable when you’re not around. I think about you more than I should. Fuck, I thought we were on the same page, I thought that maybe there was something different in the way that you looked at me and the way that you talked to me but I guess I was wr-”

The words coming out of your mouth died in the air as Mika’s hands cupped your face and his lips crashed into your own.

“Stop talking,” he breathed between kisses as his body pressed against yours and guided you back into your apartment, his foot kicking the door shut behind him as you went. “Just stop talking for one second.”

You knew that you needed to pull away, knew that you needed to stop this and for you both to use your words to work through this, but your heart betrayed your brain and your hands found themselves winding their way into his hair while you kissed him back with everything you had. 

[going-full-shmoo]

Men Who Are Not Trash Night!

So...we’re all angry...sick to our stomachs...lost our faith in men...all understandably so

SO, in order to make us feel a little better, I’m going to be doing a blurb night where we talk about all the men who are Not Trash

● Send in blurbs, thoughts, and love for men like ●

Elias Pettersson

Brock Boeser

Jake Virtanen

Jacob Markstrom

Jake DeBrusk

Colton Parayko

Tyson Jost (yes, even he is making a comeback on this blog...we need it)

Tyson Barrie

Most of the Avs and Canucks rosters lets be real

Mika Zibanejad

Chris Krieder

Mat Barzal

Nolan Patrick

And whoever else is not a certified piece of trash

LETS GOOOOOOO!

[ao3feed-hockey]

No Ordinary World

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3iNXieI

by kreiderrider

An epistolary fic: a series of blurbs, drabbles, poems, letters, journal entries, text message conversations, etcetera. It does all form one linear narrative involving Chris J. Kreider, Ph.D., who has married his colleague and moved from academia to an assistant coaching position behind the Rangers' bench. As they discuss opening their marriage to a third partner, the perfect person for the role emerges—who, incidentally, has been there all along.

Words: 22937, Chapters: 17/31, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Less Is Impossible

Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Mika Zibanejad, Chris Kreider, Kevin Hayes, Mats Zuccarello

Relationships: Chris Kreider/Mika Zibanejad, Chris Kreider/Original Female Character(s), Mika Zibanejad/Original Female Character, Chris Kreider/Mika Zibanejad/Original Female Character

Additional Tags: a very happy triad, the new york rangers say gay rights, maga twins need not apply, kevin hayes is a delightful supportive himbo, mats zuccarello is a good friend

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3iNXieI

[dilftraviskonecny]

okat i still have one request for a blurb (its a Mika zibanejad one and I know nothing about him) so im gonna sober up tonight and do some research bc I want this to be perfect okay good night I love you make good choices

[skjeinon]

cockwarming mika z while he makes music but after a bit he gets impatient and just fucks the shit outta you

18+

you both have this apartment in new york, you’ve been living with him for a good 4-5 months now and you’re aware that he takes time to himself to make music , especially when he gets the rare time

week long christmas break? you both decided to stay in new york , together. going home was difficult to swing for either of you so you’re both occupying your time in new york while chris goes back to boston and the other guys are here, doing their own things with family.

mika, busy with his music, let’s it occupy a day or two and he’s acknowledged to himself that he hadn’t taken care of you enough so one time while he’s sitting at his desk, he pulls his headphones off and turns to see you sitting on the couch, wearing one of his hoodies in a pair of flimsy shorts and fuzzy socks, looking down at your phone. your eyes flick to his , smiling to see he was looking at you. your screen was bright on your face as night had fallen over the city, lightning up the apartment with the lamp from across the room, his computer screen and the city light from the large windows.

“you’re so gorgeous..” he mumbles, smiling at your own smile, he then beckons you to get up and you do. “what is it?” you mumble, walking over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “cmere..” he taps his lap, causing you to follow his orders, sitting down on his lap. you could feel where he was hard. you knew what he wanted and you had been hoping for it all day. you were cooped up in the apartment and just wanted him to bend you over and fuck you at any moment.

you , without acting like it was on purpose, rolled against his hips. a soft groan left him, his hardon becoming increasingly noticeable. you do it again, this time to bother him, while letting out a soft whimper against your own will. “fuck - babe.” he mumbled, placing his chin against your shoulder as he continued to work. sharing your body heat in the chilly new york apartment. readjusting, you do it again. “mika..” you mumble softly against him. he lets out a groan, but this times groan of annoyance.

“you trying to distract me?” he smiled as he pulled away, looking down at you. “yeah maybe a little. you were the one that called me over here,” you shrugged. he let you lean back against his desk as he moved his hands down to mess with his shorts. “i guess you’re right” he said as he pulled his cock out. “just sit in it for now, i’ll fuck you later i promise.” nodding, you pull the shorts aside and slowly slide onto his cock. you tried not to throw your head back as he filled you. his cock was perfect. it fit all inside, just snugly against your core, and everytime he fucked you it never got old.

sitting against his hips, you got comfortable but every now and again, with his headphones over his ears, he would tap his leg. you would try not to react but you could feel him tense up every time you tightened around him. he thought maybe he could get through it but he felt like he was gonna break as his foot tapped to a fast beat and you were basically trying not to melt under him. he finally pulled his headphones off and grabbed you, pulling you close to him as he stood up. you still on his cock, while he just carried you to the couch.

you had no words, just a little stunned as he pulled out, laid you down, and was setting himself back up to enter you again. “i couldn’t wait any longer, you just kept squeezing around my fucking cock and i just need to fuck you.” his hair was all unkept from the headset and falling over his eyes as he placed his hands on your hips, thumbs pressing up into your belly as he entered you.

once he got used to you again, he began to fuck you like an impatient dog. your head was thrown back as he mumbled “good girl- fuck my good girl.” his hand made it to your face, and gently grabbing your chin, he makes you look him in the eyes. “you’re my baby girl aren’t you..” and as you nodded, he shakes his head. “say it.”

“yes, i am..”

“good girl, and who does this pussy belong to?” god how long had he been holding in this urge. he never pulls out all the dirty talk stops like this.

“it belongs to you, mika..” he could tell you were close by the tremble in your voice, causing him to let go of your face and bring his hands back to your hips. he pulled your hips up closer to his, causing your eyes to roll back as he hit the spot that he knew would make you cum the fastest. “you’re close, aren’t you, baby..”

“yes , fuck yes i am..” with your hands, now wrapped around his wrists as he holds your hips, your hips would rut into his, desperately trying to cum on his cock until he speeds up.

“mhh baby i want you to cum oh my cock, please baby..” he groans, as he can feel you coming closer until you finally give him the satisfaction, the white hot feeling striking through you, leaving you shaking until his sped up thrusts result in his cum spilling into your cunt.

leaning over, with his cock still buried deep in you, your hips resting on his thighs, he kisses you. he mumbled a soft set of i love yous between those kisses before looking down to see satisfaction tracing your face.

[skjeinon]

hey queen just wondering what you think mika zibanejad's kinks would be? i mean that man is so cute and sensitive but he's also got like hella big dick energy...idk what do you think

whew- okay this may be complicated

18+

- i’m definitely thinking he’s very neutral yknow, definitely wants to be spoiled but totally wants to spoil you, or if anything, just soft vanilla yknow. nothing special.

- it all just depends on eithers mood. sometimes he’s willing to match yours or go total opposite

- the worst sex is when you’re both in a bad mood or upset, or when you’re grumpy and he meets your attitude. bitter x bitter isn’t great.

- i think you can grasp the idea of this concept. if he’s angry, you’ll let him use you, if hes upset, he’ll want you to make him feel better. same with you yknow.

- very touchy , and has his hands all over you no matter how he’s feeling, especially in public. you could simply be at a bar and talking to chris and mika will insist you sit in his lap while he has his arms wrapped around your stomach, his face in your neck.

- cocky when he needs to be, when he can be, that big dick energy has gotta go somewhere, and is overly cocky, especially in bed.

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cocky/angry mika:

- tears down your face, hair pulling, edging and all that. he just is very needy to make you feel *him*

sweet/soft mika:

- he’s usually comforting you, or neither of you are in some kinky mood yknow. it’s very slow and lots of kissing. he drowns in your whimpers and moans and just cannot stop the praise. so much praise. with his face in your neck, he just lets loose with the praises

down in the dumps mika:

- he receives lots of head and riding, minimal work for him, even if he wants to help out, you try to leave him out of it as much as possible.

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- i totally think he would make you cum a few times before fucking you, especially when he just wants to make you feel good. when he’s in his little cocky mood, he does it because he likes to see you shake. when he’s just doing it to do it, just wants to make sure you’re getting the most pleasure possible.

- toys and lingerie. he spoils you and let’s you buy whatever as long as you promise to show him at some point. this means pics of lingerie, when he comes home from games to show him or whatever. but this also includes the toys.

- usually he’ll send back too 😁 he doesn’t leave you hanging but he swears that it gets harder everytime when on the road.

[laurenairay]

Thank you all for celebrating my 1.2k follower milestone with me – these stories ended up being over 11,000 words in total! I had so much fun writing these blurbs from the prompt list and I hope you had fun reading them!

Tyson Jost - “Sounds like you’re flirting with me.” “...I’ve been trying to do that for three years now.” 

Tyler Seguin - "Don't look at me like that." "Like what?" "Like you still love me." 

Matthew Tkachuk - “You’re so cute.” “What did you just - say?” “I said you look like a boot.” 

Chris Kreider - “You shouldn’t be here.” “I had to make sure you were okay.” 

Andre Burakovsky - “I might’ve had a few shots.” 

Morgan Rielly - “Stop getting crumbs all over my bed.” 

Mika Zibanejad - “You came all the way to give it back to me?” 

Tyson Jost - "Remember that summer by the cabin when we stole your grandad's boat and got stuck in the middle of the lake?" 

Nolan Patrick - “It’s locked!”  “You mean we’re stuck in here?” 

Tyson Jost - “You clean up nicely” 

Cale Makar - “You’re still coming, though, right? please?”

Matt Martin - “Please, don’t make this worse than it already is.”

[laurenairay]

Somehow I’ve reached 1.2k followers! 🎉

I appreciate you guys so much, you have no idea, and I want to celebrate with you! It feels like it’s been a long time since I put together a blurb prompt list, so here we go! All of these quotes were picked from various prompt lists I found on here.

First come first served for the blurbs below, and please only choose players from this list. Let’s have some fun this weekend!

1.       “You’re still coming, though, right? please?” “I should really learn how to say no to you.” - Cale Makar 2.       "Remember that summer by the cabin when we stole your grandad's boat and got stuck in the middle of the lake?" "I remember you being the reason we got stuck because you dropped one of the oars in the water." - Tyson Jost 3.       “You’re so cute.” “What did you just - say?” “I said you look like a boot.” - Matthew Tkachuk 4.       “Sounds like you’re flirting with me.” “...I’ve been trying to do that for three years now.” - Tyson Jost 5.       “You clean up nicely” - Tyson Jost 6.       “You shouldn’t be here.” “I had to make sure you were okay.” - Chris Kreider 7.       “Stop getting crumbs all over my bed.” - Morgan Rielly 8.       “I might’ve had a few shots.” - Andre Burakovsky 9.       “You came all the way to give it back to me?” - Mika Zibanejad 10.   “It’s locked!”  “You mean we’re stuck in here?” - Nolan Patrick 11.   “Please, don’t make this worse than it already is.” - Matt Martin 12.   "Don't look at me like that." "Like what?" "Like you still love me." - Tyler Seguin

[tippedbykreider]

stockholm summer | m. zibanejad

Word Count: 1k Warnings: None Author’s Note: Mika Zibanejad x Reader

You watched from the doorway as Mika’s head nodded to a beat you couldn’t hear, smiling as you leaned against the doorframe. The doors out onto the deck were wide open, filling his makeshift studio with fresh summer air. This was your second summer in Sweden with Mika and despite it being a year since you were last here you found it incredibly easy to drop down a few gears, ease up and fall back into the relaxed daily routine you both loved so much.

It would start with Mika quietly slipping out of bed to open every window in your bedroom to welcome in the new day before sliding back in behind you, his lips always finding a home on your shoulder and his arm around your waist to pull you into him. You would lay there for a while, sometimes in silence, sometimes talking in soft, hushed tones about your plans for the day. More often than not you found your body become pliant under his wandering hands and allowed yourself to indulge in each other’s flesh. There was nothing rushed, every movement, every touch, was steady and measured. That was the thing Mika loved most about coming home during the off-season, the fact that you could both just be. As much as he loved New York, being able to step out of his summer home and hear nothing but the soft lapping of the lake and birdsong was something that he would always look forward to and if the two of you ever craved the hustle and bustle of the city, Stockholm was only a short drive away.

You crossed the room with his coffee in your hand, your free hand brushing lightly across his back to announce your presence to him. He turned to look up at you with a smile and those soft eyes you loved so much as you set his coffee down on the desk, his earphones soon resting next to it. You bent down and pressed a kiss to his forehead while your fingers busied themselves with the strands of hair wound in the bun on his head.

“Thanks” he murmured as he wrapped an arm around your waist and took a sip of coffee.

You offered a gentle smile before turning your attention to the computer monitor in front of you both, music software on the screen.

“You working on some new stuff?”

His fingers were lightly dancing underneath your cami across your lower back as he spoke.

“Yeah, it’s still all over the place at the minute but it’ll come together”

He put the mug back down and moved his hand to the mouse, clicking around the screen while you moved to settle yourself on his knee, his strong arm steadying you and holding you agaisnt him. You watched the cursor move around, unsure exactly of what was happening or what each click of the mouse did, but content in seeing Mika relaxed. Your lips made contact with his temple as you curled your fingers across the back of his neck into his hairline, smiling against his skin as you felt him hum appreciatively.

“Did you want to listen?”

You pulled your lips away from the side of his face so that you could look at his face before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“I would love to listen, Mika.”

He gave you a shy grin before passing you the headphones and started the track off once you’d placed them on your head. He looked at you with an unreadable expression as you listened to the music, though you were certain you could detect an element of nervousness in his eyes. You loved the fact that Mika trusted you enough to share his music with you, despite it still being a work in progress and you couldn’t stop the slow spread of a smile across your face as the track played. You took the earphones off and placed them down, purposefully ignoring the expectant look Mika was giving you.

“Well?” he asked.

You responded only by sucking in air through your teeth, giving him a mischievous glance as you did so.

“Oh come on” he whined, earning himself a good natured laugh from you. You turned in his lap so that you were better facing him, your hand reaching up to cup his jaw gently as your thumb ran through his beard.

“It’s so good, Mika” you smiled. “Good at hockey, good at music… is there anything you can’t do?”

“Cook” he replied without so much as skipping a beat. “I’m a terrible cook.”

You laughed, full and rich, before kissing the end of his nose.

“Remember the first time I tried to cook you dinner?” He continued. You hummed in response, a smile on your face as you remembered a flustered looking Mika in his apartment kitchen, holding up a saucepan to show you risotto plastered to the bottom of it.

“We ended up ordering Thai if I remember rightly” you mused.

“And I had to throw out that pan.”

“There was no salvaging it” you giggled.

“Look, in my defence, risotto is hard.”

“You know I’d have been happy with chicken and veggies, right?”

He looked at you softly and you allowed yourself to get lost in his expression and the gentleness in his eyes.

“I just…” he started, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I really wanted to impress you.”

“Mika…”

He softened at the tenderness in your tone, pressing a chaste kiss against your lips. “Thank you for coming into my life and making it infinitely better.”

“It’s been my pleasure, babe” you replied honestly, your heart fit to burst at the smile on his face.

“Jag älskar dig.”

You held his face gently in both of your hands.

“I love you too, Mi.”

[skjeinon]

requests: closed

players i will and wont write for

* means smut ofc

Sidney Crosby

savior complex - (part 1) (part 2 *)

Tom Wilson

gold rush*

Brady Skjei

the all star break - w andrei svechnikov*

blue shirts - rangers!brady*

fangs - vamp au!*

blurb requests* (kinks)

kevin hayes

tell me you love me - blurb

cale makar

blurb requests - soft!makar

blurb requests* - soft/touchy!makar

chris kreider

blurb requests* (aggressive chris)

blurb requests* (breeding kink chris)

blurb request* (cock warming chris)

blurb request* (with mika!)

father’s day!blurb requests

mika zibanejad

blurb requests* (kinks)

nathan mackinnon

blurb requests*

father’s day!blurb requests

poly! nate x reader x cale

blurb request*

blurb request (soft hcs)

blurb request (teaching y/n to skate)

TJ oshie

blurb requests

jordan staal

go ahead and cry little girl - (part 1*)(part 2*)(part 3)

jeremy swayman

captain doesn’t have to know *

anders lee

thinking about you*

more on my AO3 @skjeinon

team building exercise - carolina hurricanes (smut)

[laurenairay]

One blurb, one winter trope, one guy, each day of December ❄️ i’ve finally picked tropes for all of the players, so have a look below to see which prompt will be with your favourite! I’m about halfway through writing them all - still got a way to go, but it’s been the most fun.

It’s going to be a winter wonderland ride to remember!

1. Tyson Barrie - Mistletoe 2. William Nylander - Seeing your breath 3. Chris Kreider - Christmas baking 4. Morgan Reilly - Travelling home 5. Laurent Brossoit - Nighttime snow 6. Leon Draisaitl - Christmas market 7. Frederik Andersen - Evergreens 8. Tyler Seguin - Tracks in the snow 9. Erik Johnson - Snowed in 10. Andre Burakovsky - Lost in a storm 11. Colton Parayko - Christmas sweaters 12. Andrei Svechnikov - Snowball fight 13. Cale Makar - Holidays movies 14. Elias Pettersson -Walk in the snow 15. Mika Zibanejad - Hot chocolate 16. Kevin Hayes - Building a snowman 17. Nico Hischier - Wrapping presents 18. Matthew Tkachuk - Blanket nest 19. Ryan Graves - Winter spices 20. Joel Farabee - Christmas music 21. Jacob Markstrom - Decorating the house 22. Miro Heiskanen - Work party 23. Roope Hintz - Chapped lips 24. Mitch Marner - Mittens 25. Dougie Hamilton - Curled up by the fire 26. Tyson Jost - Waking up early 27. Jamie Oleksiak - Ice Skating 28. Nathan MacKinnon - Renting a winter cabin 29. Mikko Rantanen - Frosted windows 30. Jeff Skinner - Bundled up 31. Sidney Crosby - New Year’s Eve

[laurenairay]

31 Days of December blurbs - Masterlist

One blurb, one winter trope, one guy, each day of December ❄️

This project has been a work of love over the past few months - thank you to everyone who encouraged and supported this madness! I had so much fun writing all the tropes for all these different players, so I can only hope that you enjoy reading them all.

Blurbs will be posted at 4.30pm UK time every day ❄️

1. Tyson Barrie - Mistletoe 2. William Nylander - Seeing your breath 3. Chris Kreider - Christmas baking 4. Morgan Reilly - Travelling home 5. Laurent Brossoit - Nighttime snow 6. Leon Draisaitl - Christmas market 7. Frederik Andersen - Evergreens 8. Tyler Seguin - Tracks in the snow 9. Erik Johnson - Snowed in 10. Andre Burakovsky - Lost in a storm 11. Colton Parayko - Christmas sweaters 12. Andrei Svechnikov - Snowball fight 13. Cale Makar - Holiday movies 14. Elias Pettersson - Walk in the snow 15. Mika Zibanejad - Hot chocolate 16. Kevin Hayes - Building a snowman 17. Nico Hischier - Wrapping presents 18. Matthew Tkachuk - Blanket nest 19. Ryan Graves - Winter spices 20. Joel Farabee - Christmas music 21. Jacob Markstrom - Decorating the house 22. Miro Heiskanen - Work party 23. Roope Hintz - Chapped lips 24. Mitch Marner - Mittens 25. Dougie Hamilton - Curled up by the fire 26. Tyson Jost - Waking up early 27. Jamie Oleksiak - Ice Skating 28. Nathan MacKinnon - Renting a winter cabin 29. Mikko Rantanen - Frosted windows 30. Jeff Skinner - Bundled up 31. Sidney Crosby - New Year’s Eve

[tippedbykreider]

masterlist

* denotes smut

Chris Kreider

your love is my turning page [OC] faceclaim

i just want you to be sure [reader insert]

god only knows [reader insert]

i can’t get my mind off of you [reader insert]

it’s all coming back to me [reader insert] part i, part ii, part iii, part iv, part v, part vi, part vII, part viii

four seasons [reader insert blurb series] (in order) summer, autumn, winter, spring

Jamie Oleksiak

talk some sense to me [OC] faceclaim

the art of the tease* [reader insert]

Colton Parayko

something just like this [OC] faceclaim (on the right) epilogue 2; epilogue 1 (read in this order!)

Ryan Graves

there’s a sting in the way you kiss me [OC] faceclaim (in planning)

Laurent Brossoit

planned OC fic (still very early stages of planning but it’s in the works!) faceclaim

this year’s love [reader insert]

Mika Zibanejad

i can’t pretend [reader insert]

stockholm summer [reader insert]

[laurenairay]

The players who I would write for

I figured it was probably time for me to put one of these lists together, for future blurb requests etc, and I’ll update with trades and so on when relevant. These are all players who I have either written for before or am comfortable writing for!

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Buffalo Sabres Jeff Skinner Tyson Jost Calgary Flames Jacob Markstrom Carolina Hurricanes Freddie Andersen Andrei Svechnikov Seth Jarvis

Colorado Avalanche Cale Makar Mikko Rantanen Nathan MacKinnon Dallas Stars Miro Heiskanen Tyler Seguin Roope Hintz Esa Lindell Jake Oettinger Jason Robertson

Detroit Red Wings JT Compher Edmonton Oilers Leon Draisaitl Zach Hyman Jack Campbell

Florida Panthers Matthew Tkachuk

New Jersey Devils Dougie Hamilton Nico Hischier Jack Hughes Jonas Siegenthaler

New York Islanders Matt Martin Casey Cizikas New York Rangers Chris Kreider Mika Zibanejad

Nashville Predators Tyson Barrie Anthony Beauvillier

Philadelphia Flyers Travis Konecny Joel Farabee Erik Johnson

Pittsburgh Penguins Sidney Crosby Ryan Graves

Seattle Kraken Jamie Oleksiak Andre Burakovsky

St. Louis Blues Colton Parayko Kasperi Kapanen Toronto Maple Leafs William Nylander Morgan Rielly Mitch Marner Vancouver Canucks Brock Boeser Elias Pettersson Quinn Hughes Elias Lindholm