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[comphy-and-cozy]

Bad for Business - Mikko Rantanen

Pairing: Mikko Rantanen x massage therapist!Reader (f)

Summary: Mikko has a crush on his massage therapist.

Word Count: 4.2K

Author’s Note: I don't know where this came from and I’m not sorry. I didn’t research if this is anywhere near factually accurate (I’m pretty confident it’s not), but it does the trick.

Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY). Language, unprotected sex, risqué sex, voyeurism (kind of?), size kink, morally/ethically gray professional decisions (don’t fuck your clients people), Mikko’s a little bit of a simp.

NHL Masterlist

Hockey is and always will be Mikko’s first true love. The feeling of stepping out onto a fresh sheet of ice, the sound of a puck hitting a stick right on the tape, the euphoria of scoring a goal under bright lights and the eruption of thousands of fans—it’s something he’ll never, ever get tired of.

The other perks—millions of dollars, private jets, personal chefs and five-star cuisine—are all great, but not why he got into the league in the first place. They certainly don’t hurt, though, especially not the myriad of girls at his disposal. His DM’s are chock full of them, some more blatant than others, but either way, he’s definitely a fan of the accessibility his celebrity provides.

And then there’s you. One of the team’s massage therapists, but you’re undoubtedly everyone’s favorite, considering the other two are middle-aged men. You’re not employed directly by the team, so you technically have other clients, but the Avalanche are certainly your highest priority and most important. 

Most of the guys certainly prefer when they’re on your schedule, but they don’t complain if it’s one of the other two. Mikko, on the other hand, specifically requests you, a half-assed excuse that your smaller hands work his muscles better. But really, he just likes getting to talk to you afterwards. 

It’s safe to say he has a crush. A hopeless crush, one that’s surely unrequited, but it doesn’t stop him from asking you about your day, your weekend, and of course, your cat.  

What he doesn’t know, what you’ve never told him, is that he is your favorite client for that exact reason. For the most part, all of your clients are polite, especially the Avalanche players, but Mikko’s the only one who’s made a real effort to talk to you, to get to know you past the usual salutations. Sure, a few of the guys flirt a little, but it’s all surface level, while something about Mikko seems so genuine.

You’re not sure you’d use the word “crush,” but you certainly feel a flutter in your chest when you see his name on your docket for the day, pleased that he’s your last appointment. Maybe, if you’re lucky, he’ll walk you to your car so you can spend a few more minutes bathing yourself in his sweet smile and the deep boom of his voice. 

So, maybe it is a crush. Whatever. 

It’s a quarter to 4, and Mikko’s knee bounces as he pulls into the parking lot. He likes to arrive early even though he’s already filled out the paperwork, just in case you’re free to spend a few minutes chatting before the session. Today, he’s disappointed when it’s only the receptionist that greets him with a smile, offering him a lemon water and asking if he needs to be walked back to the locker room.

He doesn’t, instead glancing down the hall toward the massage rooms, wondering if you’re in one and who you’re with. Once he’s changed into his robe, he sips his lemon water as he waits for you.

“Hi, Mikko,” you greet him with a smile, and he smiles nervously back. “How are you?”

“Hi,” he breathes, his heartbeat quickening at the sight of you—the exact opposite of what it should be doing. “Good, and you?”

“I’m good,” you say, and he hopes that he’s part of the reason why.

He follows your lead into room 4, appreciating the intimacy that’s created when you quietly close the door behind you. 

“The usual, right? Swedish deep tissue massage?”

“Actually, I’ll take the Finnish massage,” he jokes, then immediately wants to kick himself for how stupid it is. You laugh anyway, and he feels warmth emanating in his chest.

“Any problem areas?”

He grimaces. “My shoulders and my quads are pretty tight. Think I might’ve strained something in practice.”

“We’ll take a look at it. You know the drill by now,” you say, gesturing to the table. “Dress to your comfort level, and we’ll start with the back first—so face down on the table. I’ll give you a few minutes to get situated.”

Mikko nods, watching you step out and shut the door quietly, finally breathing once it latches. He hadn’t realized he was holding his breath. The robe is soft on his body, discarded and set on the table beside the massage table as he climbs in the warm bed, letting the sheet cover his back. He adjusts so his face is resting on the cushion, enough room for him to breathe. 

As promised, you return a few moments later, knocking softly and pausing before gently pushing the door open. Mikko listens to the sound of you preparing the towels and nods when you quietly ask if the temperature of the heated table cushion is okay.

He can feel himself tense even before your hands touch him, when they’re still collecting the oil you’ll soon rub into his back. He almost jumps when your hands come into contact with his shoulders, soft and warm and already working sinful magic on the sore muscles between his shoulder blades.

“Is the pressure okay?” you ask, voice soft. 

All you hear in response is a low groan of approval, followed by a muffled, “Perfect.”

For the next while, it’s quiet except for the sound of the aromatherapy steamer humming softly in the corner and the slick sounds of your hands and arms rubbing over his back. Mikko can’t tell what feels better; the way your fingers expertly massage out the tension in his back, or the gentle, smooth glide of your hands on his skin. Either way, he’s in heaven, lost in the haze of your presence. 

When you carefully pull his arm out from under the sheet, you gulp almost audibly when you see the size of his bicep. It’s strong and prominent in your hands as you work your way down his forearm. When you reach his hands, he feels the tingle where your fingertips caress his, threading your fingers with his to maneuver his wrist. Mikko closes his eyes and pretends that you’re just holding his hand because you want to, and not because you’re being paid to.

He has to stop himself from huffing in disappointment when you let go, placing his hand back down. Then it’s on to his other arm, and he gets to enjoy your fingers laced together for another few precious moments. 

Every time you’re finished with an area, he’s filled with a brief despair before you’re moving onto a different body part, and he’s appeased again once your hands return to his skin. This time, you’re moving to the end of the table, shifting his left leg out from under the sheet. It isn’t until you’re halfway up his leg that you realize there is no additional fabric barrier around his hips—he’s naked.

This time, you can’t help the gasp that leaves your throat. You can feel your cheeks turn hot, embarrassed even though he chose this; you did tell him to dress to his comfort level, after all. It certainly isn’t your first naked client, but it is the first one that’s stopped you dead in your tracks, mind shamelessly wandering to what lies between the apex of his massive thighs. 

You keep yourself contained, though you can’t help from glancing at the edge of the privacy sheet that’s bunched near his ass, part of you wishing he’d had a sore glute so you could have an excuse to touch it. The second leg is a little easier, and you lose yourself in the motions and the feeling of his strong muscles beneath your fingertips.

“Mikko,” you whisper, unsure if he’s fallen asleep. He hums to let you know he hasn’t. “I’m going to lift the sheet over you, and I want you to flip over onto your back and scoot down, okay?”

“Mmhmm.”

It’s only once he starts to turn around that he realizes he’s got a problem—one that’s throbbing against his leg. Before he can do anything to adjust himself, you’ve laid the sheet down over him and made a small gasp of surprise as you, too, realize his situation. There’s a tent—a big one, you think as you gulp—in the sheet, and for a moment all you can do is stare. You don’t know if you should acknowledge it or ignore it, teetering on the edge of indecision.

Mikko stammers an apology, mortified, his cheeks pink as he tries to tuck it between his legs. He wishes he could melt into the massage table and never show his face again. 

“It’s okay,” you say gently. “It happens more often than you think.”

You meant for it to be comforting, but all it does is make Mikko blind with jealousy, the thought of your hands on his teammates and witnessing their boners. He wonders, have any of them ever made a pass at you? Do you wish any of them had? Is there any part of ou that wishes he would?

He clears his throat in an effort to vanish some of the discomfort that hangs in the room, accepting the weighted cover you place over his eyes, grateful for an excuse to hide his face. If you’re flustered, you don’t show it, though part of him is disappointed you didn’t react—selfishly, he wants you to be impressed, or turned on, or something. Mostly, he’s glad that you didn’t instantly kick him out, never to speak to him again.

You pull out his tree trunk of a leg, tucking the sheet underneath in an effort to keep him protected and contained. Your work on his leg begins, intimidated by the sheer size of his thigh that’s staring at you. The bareness of his hip reminds you of his lack of clothing, and you’re once again struck with the revelation that only a very, very thin sheet lies between you and his most private possession.

You do your best to ignore it, but as your fingers massage his leg, it’s difficult to avoid brushing him in more delicate places. But, hell, maybe you want to.

It’s on the next leg that your knuckles graze against something soft between his legs, and he lets out a guttural groan that has your low belly igniting in a blazing flame. You mutter an apology, even though you don’t entirely mean it.

The first time was an accident. The second, less so. The third time—well, now you’re just playing with fire. 

A warning flashes through your mind, a memory seared into your brain of ethics and boundaries, and part of you can’t believe you’re really considering crossing them, here, now, for this man in front of you. His eyes are covered, but you’ve seen him lick his lips enough times to wish his tongue was your own, and you’ve stared at the aromatherapy steam puffing and billowing for long enough in an effort to avoid the dilemma that’s still standing proudly before you.

The question is out of your mouth before you can stop it. Though, once it’s out, you don’t regret it.

Mikko’s eyes shoot open from underneath the covering over his face, hearing the way you purr the words. He doesn’t know if it’s real or if he imagined it, not until he feels your fingers tracing the inside of his thigh in a massage technique he’s pretty certain is not something you learned in school.

“Do you want me to take care of that for you?”

He can’t nod fast enough, the words caught in his throat as he tries to swallow his sharp inhale. His hands fight against the sheet over his torso, quickly ripping off the face covering to find you smiling.

“You don’t—I—you—” he stammers, his cheeks flushing a gorgeous shade of pink.

“I don’t? You don’t want me to?” you pout. His eyes nearly bulge out of his head when he sees your hands move to the buttons on your polo.

“No—I mean, fuck yes I do—” he gulps, eyes darting down to the shadow of cleavage that you reveal. “I just want to make sure you’re sure.”

It’s sweet, so incredibly sweet, that you can’t help but smile. You walk to the head of the table so you’re looking upside down at him as you gently lay him back down, only this time, instead of covering his body with the sheet, you’re working it down his torso. Your movement is slow, deliberate, holding his eyes as you press forward. 

“I’m sure, Mikko.”

His mouth surges forward, blindly mouthing at the material of your uniform as he pulls your body to him. The next thing you know, his hands are tugging the material of your top down to get a better taste of your breasts. It’s clumsy, given your position, but neither of you care; he’s just happy to finally get his hands on you after so many months the other way around. 

Mikko maneuvers your body with ease, pausing frequently to grope your body and press his lips against any open skin he can find, ultimately getting you where he wants you: on top of him on the massage table. The new position is intimate, somehow more intimate than you with your hands all over his naked body; this time, you can feel the width of him as your legs straddle his hips, the sheet barely covering his modesty—and certainly not covering the cut muscles of his torso. 

His hands run up the sides of your legs, scorching you even through the material of your uniform pants. You’re distracted as you trail your hands up the firm muscle on his stomach, one of the few places on his body you’ve never touched, and certainly never at your own leisure. Mikko flexes his abs, hard and tight as he gives you a cheeky wink, allowing you to admire the fruits of his labor. What’s the point in being a professional athlete if not to have pretty girls ogle your body?

Before long, your desire urges you to move past his muscles—though you’re convinced he’s got nicer tits than you do—and lean down until your face is inches from his. His expression is soft despite the darkness in his eyes and the pulse in his neck that’s heightened with every touch on his body. 

Mikko pauses, waiting for your action, itching to know what it feels like to have your lips against his own. His eyes are drawn to the way your tongue darts out to wet your lips, slow and teasing in a way that has him twitching between your thighs. 

“I could get in so much trouble,” you murmur. There isn’t an ounce of hesitation in your voice; instead, it’s replaced with desire, a compulsion to do something bad.

“We don’t have to,” he says quickly. He means it, but he’s hoping—praying—that you won’t change your mind.

“Maybe I want to get in trouble,” is your reply. Mikko doesn’t even wait for you to say anything else before he’s lunging forward to kiss you, finally capturing your lips with his. It’s just as magical as he thought it’d be, even better that he’s already naked.

His tongue slides into your mouth, meeting yours for the first time, and you moan when your hips begin to move of their own accord, dragging your core over the flimsy sheet and his throbbing length. It doesn’t take long for the temperature to reach searing levels, his hands fumbling with the hem of your top before you’re helping him to tug it off, tossed haphazardly on the floor. 

Mikko’s frozen in place, staring at the way your breasts sit, perfect, in your bra. Part of you wishes you’d put on cuter undergarments today, but then you remember you weren’t exactly planning on this happening. He doesn’t seem to be fazed by the ‘boring’ nude, too transfixed by the way your breasts feel in his large hands. Before you know it, he’s shifting you so he can sit up, pressing his mouth against your chest while his hands work their way to the clasp of your bra, expertly flicking it open. He barely pauses when the fabric falls between your bodies, flinging it blindly out of the way before his mouth is attaching to your nipple, hot and wet in a way that causes you to gasp.

“Mikko,” you sigh, and he decides in the moment that the way his name sounds in your mouth is his new favorite sound. He hums against your chest, switching to grant your other breast attention while his hand is quick to replace his mouth against your now wet nipple.

His hum morphs into a groan when your hand snakes between your bodies to stroke his erection, almost painfully hard now. Your eyes widen when you feel how fucking thick he is, barely able to fit him in your fist, and you let out a mewl as you imagine what it’ll feel like inside you.

“Fuck,” he grits out, mouth trailing up to the sensitive place where your neck meets your shoulder, careful to nip gently to avoid making too big a mark. Your hands are magic, having worked miracles on the majority of his muscles, though this time undoubtedly takes the cake for his favorite session with you.

He can’t wait any longer, his hand sneaking past the elastic waistband of your uniform pants, teasing at the hem of your panties. His fingers dance over your mound, familiarizing himself, before he’s probing at the damp fabric at the apex of your thighs with a curse, deeply aroused at how wet you are. A choked moan leaves your throat, vibrating against his lips that are trailing across your neck.

When his fingers slip into your panties, the mere heat of his hand against your clit is enough to make you moan. The feeling of his finger slipping inside your walls has you throwing your head back, relishing the way he grunts at how snugly you squeeze him. 

“So tight, baby,” he murmurs, voice muffled as he laves at your collarbone. A second finger joins his first and immediately they curl together to hit the spot that makes you see stars. He grins when he feels your hand clutching onto his shoulder as he works you, drawing out the sweetest whimpers. 

After a brief pause to shove your pants further down your hips to grant him more space, his fingers are back in your greedy cunt, eagerly accepting the long, thick digits. Mikko knows what he’s doing, knows exactly where to put his fingers, knows how much pressure to use, knows the perfect way to circle your clit with his thumb. He wants to drink in the erotic noises that spill from your mouth, heart beating faster at the way his name sounds like in a moan.

“Mikko, I’m—s-so—”

His lips press kisses against your jaw as your eyes squeeze shut, an explosion erupting in your belly. Your hips roll against his hand, dragging out the waves of your high as you feel him hum against your skin. He’s pleased with himself, feeling the way his balls clench at the way his entire hand is soaked with your juices. 

“Fuck, gotta have you,” he mutters, more to himself than to you, before he’s wrenching his hands away from your core and flipping you onto your back. Your legs can’t kick off your pants fast enough, his hands smoothly slipping your panties over your thighs. Once all of the offending garments are removed, Mikko takes a moment to admire the sight of you, spread out and naked for him after all this time. He’s sure none of his teammates have had this type of session.

His calloused hands are rough on your skin as they slide up your thighs, spreading them apart slowly to create space for his hips. As he sits up on his knees, the privacy sheet slips from his body, freeing his erection. Your jaw drops as he releases one of your legs in favor of stroking it, and your mouth waters watching it slide in and out of his hand. Unconsciously, your leg falls open as you begin to imagine what it’s going to feel like inside you, part of you wondering if it’s even going to fit.  

Mikko smirks at the way your legs spread for him, taking in the lust in your eyes. He can’t believe he’s here, right now, with you, and he wants to pinch himself. But, he thinks, if it is a dream, he’s not ready for it to end quite yet—not when he hasn’t even been inside you.

He has to squeeze his eyes shut at the mewl you let out when he lets the tip of his cock bump against your swollen clit. Repeating the action, Mikko bites his lip as the sound trails directly to his balls. He isn’t sure how much longer he’s going to last before he loses control, but he pushes through it as he guides himself down, positioning himself at your entrance. 

“You sure you want this?” he asks with a smile that tells you he knows you want it and that he just wants to hear you say it. 

“Yes, Mikko,” you whine out, bucking your hips until he rewards you with the very tip pressing into your entrance. With a frustrated sigh, you add, “Fuck me, Mikko.”

He groans at your words, eyes shutting again as he wills himself not to finish right then and there. Another call of his name brings him back to the present, eyes connecting with yours, powered by the desperation in them. Slowly, patiently, he pushes forward, feeling the way your pussy grips even the first inch of him. He watches the way your eyes roll backward, relishing the way he stretches you.

It’s delicious, and as much as you want to tell him you can take it, part of you loves how he takes his time, letting you feel every single ridge and vein as they ease past your drooling lips. Before long, though, he’s sheathed inside you, feeling the flutter of your walls surrounding him.

“Holy fuck,” he groans, face buried in your neck. “You feel so fucking good.”

“You f—so—” gasp— “big. Fuck, Mikk—”

He wants to celebrate the fact that he’s rendered you almost speechless, that you’re a whimpering mess stuttering about how big his dick is, but he needs to move or he’ll die. He does, and he’s rewarded with your fingers digging into his shoulder blades—which is impressive, considering they’re covered in massage oil.

You’re in awe of the sheer size of him and the way that he reaches places you didn’t know existed. He reveals more of them each time he punches his hips forward, and you’re absolutely positive that he’s touching your organs when they nestle against the back of your thighs. It’s hot, it’s raw, it’s real, the way his skin feels on yours and the hot puffs of breath he exhales onto your neck.

Mikko is loving the way you mewl in his ear, determined to keep drawing those delicious sounds until you’re crying out his name and creaming on his cock. A hand slips from his shoulders to frantically paw at your clit, adding fuel to the fire that’s now roaring in your core. He can feel how wet you are, how tightly you’re squeezing him, the way your body is begging him to let you come.

The way you orgasm is ethereal, he thinks, how your mouth falls open and your head tilts back and your eyes flutter closed as the ripples of your release flow through you. The sound of the cry of his name is even better. He drinks it in, using it to drive himself home inside your quaking walls. A few pumps later and he’s pulling out to shoot his load on your lower stomach with a groan. Your pussy clenches at the sight, already wishing for a round two as you gaze up at him and how big he looks kneeling over you.

With a shy grin, Mikko slides off the bed and grabs an extra cloth from the counter to clean you off. It isn’t until after he’s pressed a few gentle kisses to your lips that he searches for your clothes and hands them to you; as the moment returns to normal, the reality of what you’ve just done sinks in and you gasp.

“I can’t believe we just did that—I—this is so unethical,” you say, envisioning the Board tearing your license to shreds.

Mikko frowns, slipping his robe back over his shoulders. “I’m not going to tell anyone, you know.”

You glance at him gratefully but shake your head. “It’s not just that—it’s so taboo and—I mean, a relationship is one thing, but just sex is so demeaning to myself as a female massage therapist—”

“Do you want to go out with me?”

“—and I—what?”

“Like, to dinner.”

“What?” you repeat incredulously.

His pinks turn pink and he casts his eyes to the floor. “Oh, it was just a question—”

“Mikko, I’d love to go to dinner with you.”

With the excitement of a child, your heart melts at the way his eyes light up in an instant. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nod with a smile. “You owe me for making me risk my career.”

“I think that’s more than fair,” he grins. “But I can’t honestly tell you I’m sorry.”

“Me either.”

Six days later, when you’re panting through your third orgasm of the night, Mikko’s name a prayer on your lips, you think to yourself it was more than worth the risk. 

[equallyshaw]

soft launch feat. Cale makar x reader

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[eightmakar]

Hiiu!!! I'd love to see something for Mikko with the prompts "Please be gentle" and “still hate me?” “definitely” “just as much?” “hmm…maybe * pinches fingers* a little less” where they don't really like each other much but they end up getting steamy and... You know the enemies to lovers thing when they are actually gentle and loving with each other.

posting nsfweekend blurbs - thanks for all the requests <3

never in a million years would you have believed that you'd be in bed with mikko rantanen, the loud, annoying guy you happened to work with, and yet, there you were, on your hands and knees, ass up, with him pounding into you. his thrusts were rough and snappy and...just a little too much.

"mikko," you said seriously, stopping him in his tracks. you turned to up at him and, once you saw the concern on his face, were reminded why you really didn't hate him.

"what's wrong?"

"it's a little, um, a little too much," you said, embarrassed. "please be gentle?"

mikko's face instantly softened and he nodded. he pulled out and offered you his hands, saying, "roll over?"

you awkwardly grabbed his hands and rolled over so you were facing him laying on your back. he kept hold of your hands before inserting himself back into you, reestablishing a slow, rolling pace that had your toes curling. he peppered your face with soft kisses as you came on his cock, with him not far behind you. he collapsed next to you and pulled you over to lay on his sweaty chest.

"still hate me?" he teased, tangling his fingers in yours again.

you rolled your eyes. "definitely."

"just as much?" he asked with a hopeful grin.

"hmm..." you thought playfully. "maybe, just," you awkwardly pinched your fingers as they were still entangled with his, but got the point through, "maybe a little less."

[senditcolton]

for your 1k celebration, could you please do a “wild and wacky” vintage chocolate cake for going to a sauna with mikko rantanen?

okay, i immediately love this idea and concept and i know Mikko would be so down for it!

Especially if you never experienced a traditional sauna before

Mikko would love to bring you into such an integral part of his culture

Say Mikko invites you to spend a summer in Finland with him

He has his own house or rents a place by a lake with a private sauna

And you want to immerse yourself in the culture

Not only because you want the full-experience

But because you really love Mikko and want to share your life with him and vice-versa

He tells you everything, walks you through every step

(and you are somewhat shocked to learn that this can go on for hours)

Maybe the first time you do it, you keep your swimsuit on for some level of comfort and security.

Mikko doesn’t mind – even though he tries to convince you to take it off

But you go through the whole process and it is so relaxing and fun

And you can tell Mikko loves to see you enjoying yourself so much

Perhaps one night you convince him to use the sauna again

And surprise him by showing up with nothing on

And Mikko is trying not to make it sexual (because that’s not what a sauna is supposed to be)

But you look so fucking sexy that he is losing his mind in the heat

And when the two of you jump into the nearby lake to cool off, he can’t resist pulling you close and kissing you fiercely

(and perhaps you go back in the house and heat up in other ways)

[happer08]

sorry for being nsfw but like

who do you think on the avs would have an innocence/inexperienced kink 👀

please and thank you 😭🫶

oh i love you so so much for this.

i have a little list.

Gabriel- look at him, he is a walking corruption kink.

Mikko- but i think it plays into the size kink of it all, and it’s just in the way that he talks to you.

ross- and hes kinda mean about it in the hottest way.

NATHAN - i will give no context but trust

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andrei “all star” svechnikov , andrei svechnikov

note, finally my all-star fic is here! this year, it was between sid, svech, ilya and petey. i did write a petey blurb, so go check it out. if you want. anyways, i hope you enjoy. another note, this fic is part of the "mr. and mrs. svechnikov" series. check out this masterlist for more. in this fic, theo is around 4 while ana is 3. pair, andrei svechnikov x reader summary, the svechnikovs go to their first all-star game together. warnings, children/kids word count, 2717 words

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Andrei, the entire way home, was tying to figure out a clever way to tell you he had been invited to the All-Star games. It came to him as he turned down the street of your house.

He quickly pulled into the dirveway and hooked his phone up to the speakers. He made it to the doorway when he finally pressed play on the song.

"Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid"

He heard you let out a scream when the song first started and laughed, pushing the door open to find you gaping at him from the living room, "What the hell?!"

"I'm an All-Star, baby!" He exclaimed.

"There are so many better ways you could have done that." You tried to slow your beating heart. Even your watch was asking if you were okay due to your elevated heartrate.

"Oh, come on, it was funny." He pointed out.

"We'll get back to that when I'm not about to have a heart attack."

-

After the initial shock, you were excited. You were going on a paid vacation, most expenses were paid for (most) and the climate was set for hot and even hotter so you were excited, to say the least.

Because the Canes were playing till the very last second, you didn't get into Florida until Thursday morning, but you were set to stay until the next Thursday.

The moment you stepped off the plane, there were cameras everywhere, all part of the Canes media or the NHL media. Andrei held Anastaisa's hand and helped her down the stairs, flashing them a professional smile. You stood behind Theo, watching him carefully climb down the stairs behind his sister.

After you got settled into your hotel room, you went with Andrei to media. You weren't normally allowed to be with him, but exceptions were made.

The three of you stood off to the side, watching him and looking around at everyone else who was doing media. Theo ran up and hugged Andrei's leg, looking up at all the reporters nervously. Andrei, not wanting to lose his train of thought, only placed a comforting hand on Theo's head, acknowledging him.

When all the questioning was over, the Canes media wanted to get some shots of him "Is it okay if we ask Theo and Anastasia a question?" One of the media people asked, "We're asking all the kids questions and putting together a little compilation."

Once they were given the okay, the cameras were on Theo and Anastasia. Andrei was crouching next to them as Theo held an iconic tiny microphone for both of them.

"So, Theo, tell us, who are you most excited to see this weekend?" Theo looked around at all the other tables to see who else was at the event.

"Crosby." He answered, "And Ovi, oh, and Marner!" Theo exclaimed happily.

"And what about you, Anastasia?"

Anastasia pondered the question for a second before answering, "Moose and Juice," She stated.

Andrei smiled in response before translating, "Mikko Rantanen and Juuse Saros."

Theo tugged on Andrei's pant leg, grabbing his attention and everyone else's as well, "Can we go swimming now, daddy?" Theo asked.

Everyone laughed, "Yeah, we can go swimming, buddy."

-

Theo had stated that he wanted to walk the carpet with Andrei where all the fans would be and all the paparazzi would be before the Skills competition.

You got him dressed in his best outfit, one which he chose specifically for this situation, "Will people ask for my autograph?" He asked excitedly.

"I don't know, buddy." You tied his shoe as he answered all his questions best you could, "But I do know you're gonna get your picture taken by all those people with cameras."

"Really?" His face lit up.

"Yeah, really." You nodded, a smile finding its way onto your face.

"Like daddy?"

"Just like daddy." You nodded, smoothing down his hair.

When both Andrei and Theo were ready, both you and Anastasia sent them off, with a promise of seeing each other in a couple hours. You got yourself and Anastasia ready before you headed over to the arena.

She was sporting one of the jerseys you had customized with "Little Svech" on the back with the number 37. You waited for Andrei and Theo in the hallway near the locker room.

As more and more players started filing out of the room, her eyes would go wide as they walked past, giving each of them a high-five, even if she didn't know who they were.

"Mommy, you see?" She jumped up and down as she gave Kirill Kaprizov a high-five.

"I did." You nodded, before spotting Andrei and Theo coming out of the locker room, "Look, there's papa and Theo." She whipped around and ran over to greet them.

Andrei was wearing a reverse retro Canes jersey and a hat while Theo wore his matching "Little Svech" jersey.

"Mommy, mommy!" Theo ran over to you the best he could in skates.

"What, what?" You asked.

"I met Breadman and Hughesy," Theo told you excitedly.

"Did you really? Wow."

"We missed Sid and Ovi." He frowned.

"That's okay, I'm sure you'll meet them soon." You reassured. You turned your attention back to Andrei who was smiling so big, and opened your mouth to say something but switched your attention to Theo and Anastasia who were excitedly talking to each other about all the people they met.

"Hey, I have an idea," You grabbed their attention, "Do you guys wanna be with papa out on the ice or do you want to sit with me in the stands?" You knew the answer before you asked the question.

They each latched onto one of Andrei's legs in response, to which both you and Andrei both laughed, "All right, I'll see you both later. Be good." They both nodded, "Listen to the adults in charge." They wrapped their arms around you, "Love you." You kissed their heads.

"Bye, mommy." They each kissed your cheek.

You stood up to meet Andrei. You wrapped your arms around him, "Skate really fast." You told him.

He laughed, "I'll try." He responded, "And don't worry about them, I've got them. Have fun, or as much as you can."

"I'll have two beers in your honor." You pulled your head away, with a smile on your face, so you could look him in the eyes.

"Sounds good." He leaned down and kissed you softly before you both pulled away.

You found your spot rather quickly and took a sip of your beer. From the ice, Anastasia spotted you and waved enthusiastically. You laughed, waving back to her.

"She's cute." The woman sitting next to you commented.

"Thank you." You beamed.

Down on the ice, Theo and Anastasia were having the time of their lives, hanging out with all the other kids and meeting all the other hockey players.

Theo and Anastasia were sitting on the bench, Ilya Sorokin sitting in between them, babysitter. At the same time, Andrei participated in his skill, snacking on ice cream bars as they watched the fastest skaters.

"Ooh." Anastasia winced when Cale Makar tripped and went flying into the boards. She looked up at Ilya, who laughed at her reaction. She giggled in response.

Kevin Fiala skated around the rink, and both Anastasia and Theo enjoyed it, but when they saw their dad step up to the starting line, they jumped up off the bench and started cheering.

"Papa!" They both jumped up and down, garnering the attention of people around them, who simply smiled at the two of them.

They didn't stop once as he skated around the rink. They only stopped when he skated over to where they were. They all looked up at the jumbotron and saw that he was now in first place.

"Wow." Theo gasped, and Andrei smiled proudly.

After Stephenson and Larkin went, Fiala and Andire were announced as the two finalists, "Go fast, papa." Anastasia told her father

"I will." Andrei laughed, kissing each of their heads once again. He skated out to the center of the ice with Fiala.

Andrei wanted to win it, but in the back of his mind, he knew that his 3 biggest supporters would be proud of him regardless of what happened.

Kevin Fiala went first and got 14.114. Andrei lined up behind the line and took a deep breath before he skated as fast as his legs could carry him.

He blocked out the sounds of people cheering and all the eyes on him and just skated. He skated until he made it back to the starting/finish line.

Once the timer stopped, he slowed down and looked up at the big jumbotron to see his time. He couldn't help but smile when he saw the 13.699 in big numbers.

He could practically hear Anastasia and Theo cheering from their seats and jumping up and down. He skated back over to the bench to do the interview but waved over across the bench to Theo and Anastasia whose smiles were almost as big as his.

"Andrei you realize, with Brady looking at you, you just outworked every single guy here with that lap. How do you feel right now?" Kevin, the reporter asked.

"I think I just got lucky, to be honest." He could hear his own voice come through the loudspeakers around the arena, "But I would never expect to win this, and I'm kind of excited."

"You know everybody around the league now is going to look at you as a Speedster. Are you ready for that title?" Kevin asked.

"Ah no, I'm not sure if they're gonna look at that" Andrei chuckled.

"Wow, great job congratulations, your first All-Star Game. You're the fastest skater." Kevin shook his hand.

"Thank you so much. Appreciate it." Andrei nodded.

-

After the tournament and the rest of the challenges, you waited in the tunnel near the locker room with a few of the other partners. You were talking with Johnny Gaudreau's wife while you waited for the rest of your family to come out of the locker room.

When Andrei finally exited the locker room, he was dressed and carrying both sleeping children in his arms. Your heart swooned when Andrei smiled.

He handed Anastasia off to you, "I have to get my bag, but I'll be back." He turned to head back into the locker room, but you grabbed his hand gently to stop him.

He looked confused as he turned around, "I'm proud of you, All-Star." You whispered, leaning up and kissing his cheek.

-

The next day, Anastasia and Theo were up bright and early. Jumping out of their bed and into yours, "Wake up!" They both shouted, jumping up and down.

You groaned, shoving your head under the pillow, "You promised us chocolate chip pancakes last night." Even though your eyes were closed and you couldn't Theo's face,

"Why did we do that again?" You reached over and softly punched Andrei in the shoulder who was in a similar position as you.

"To get them to sleep." He replied, his voice muffled by the pillow.

"Come on, come on!" Theo jumped off the bed and grabbed Andrei's arm, trying to pull him out of bed.

You both eventually pulled yourselves out of bed and got yourselves ready then took Theo and Anastasia down to get breakfast. After breakfast and spending some time at the pool, it was time to get ready for the game.

Andrei got ready a little quicker because he had to be at the arena a little earlier than you had to be, but he helped Theo get ready before he left.

"Goodbye, I love you both." He kissed each of their heads, "Be good for your mom. I'll see you on the ice." He booped Anastasia on the nose, making her giggle.

"And I love you, too." He turned his attention to you, "I'll see you later."

"See you on the ice." You kissed him, hugging him and savoring the feeling of him being there with you, "Love you, too."

-

Theo was sitting next to you chowing down on some popcorn while Anastasia stood on your legs, dancing to the music blasting through the speakers.

"Stormy!" Theo pointed a few rows over to the familiar mascot. That caught the mascot's attention, and he looked up. Theo waved erratically. Stormy finished the interaction he was having and then made his way up to your row.

You were luckily sitting at the end of the row, so Stormy sat down on the steps next to your seats after giving Theo and Anastasia big hugs. Theo and Stormy talked (which was more just Theo talking and Stormy nodding along) while you waited for the first game to start.

Al the set pieces were set up on the ice already so you waited excitedly as Anastasia babbled and danced away. The lights eventually dimmed, and Theo screeched, clamoring into his seat, holding tight to Stormy's hand.

The Central Division was announced first, then Atlantic, then finally Metropolitan, "From the Carolina Hurricanes, Andrei Svechnikov!" Andrei skated out from the big monitors.

Theo stood up in his seat and cheered loudly. Stormy jumped up and down with him, "Look, papa." You laughed, pointing down to the ice. Anastasia followed your finger down to Andrei. She giggled, looking up at you.

-

After all the games and Takchuk was named MVP, Andrei was in media, Theo sitting happily in his lap, "How was your first Al-Star game, Svech?"

"it was great, I had a lot of fun, and getting to bring the kids along is a plus."

"What're you gonna do now that you have a week-long break?"

"We're going to Disney World." He laughed, eliciting a laugh from the reporters in the room.

"I'm sure Theo and Ana are excited."

"So excited." Andrei nodded.

Theo tugged on Andrei's shirt sleeve and Andrei bent down, his ear to Theo's mouth, "Ovi and Sid." He whispered, but his whispering wasn't very quiet.

The reporters chuckled, "We'll go find them later." Andrei whispered back before turning back to the reporters.

"We won't keep you for long, Andrei. Seems like Theo is excited." Andrei nodded appreciatively.

"Thank you." He picked Theo up and exited the room.

The TikTok of the kids answering who they would want to see the most went viral, and in particular, Theo and Anastasia went viral. Most of the comments were saying that now Theo and Anastasia had to meet their favorite players, so the media set it up.

You and Andrei led Theo and Anastasia to the ice where Sid, Ovi, Mikko, and Juuse were waiting to meet their Number one fans, media all around you.

Theo let out a gasp when the rink came into view and he saw Ovi and Sid standing on the ice. Anastasia heard and turned her head to the ice.

"Juice and Moose!" She announced your presence, causing the four players to turn to you. All of you laughed as they skated over to meet you halfway.

Theo, suddenly shy, hid behind Andrei's legs as Sid bent down in front of him, "Hi, Theo."

"Hi." Theo waved shyly.

"I heard you were a big fan." Theo nodded. Ovi produced a puck and handed it to Theo. Theo reached out and took it.

"What do you say?" Andrei whispered down to him.

"Thank you," Theo responded.

"You're very welcome." They both smiled.

Anastasia was just as starstruck as Theo, hiding her face in your neck as Mikko and Juuse stood in front of her. They both smiled as Juuse produced a puck and handed it to her.

"Thank you." She responded.

"You're welcome, Ana." They both smiled, "It was nice to meet you."

She only smiled, clutching the puck to her chest. You smiled down at her, "Wow, Ana. You met Juice and Moose." She beamed. Theo bounced up and down as he flashed you his puck, "Wow, look at that! They both signed it!"

"We have to add it to my collection." He told you.

"We'll do it at home." You brushed a hand through his hair, "Now, come on, Disney World is waiting for us."

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[smileysvech]

What are some of your favorite hockey boy fics? 🥰

this is not an exhaustive list by any means, so you can check my fic rec tags here and here, but these are some of my favorites (most of these include smut so please respect authors’ warnings if you’re not 18+)

andrei svechnikov

fake numbers and date numbers by @matsbarzal

glittery by @comphy-and-cozy

the love countdown series by @behoright

meet me at midnight by @senditcolton

the mystery of love by @comphy-and-cozy

playing pretend by @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

sundress season (and the sequel) by @comphy-and-cozy

when it gets crisp in the fall (and these follow up fics in the same universe: x x) by @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

andrei svechnikov/brady skjei

the after party and the after party II by @comphy-and-cozy

andrei svechnikov/dylan coghlan

919 temptations by @hoesforthecanes

brady skjei

adore you by @comphy-and-cozy

do I really have to tell you? by @senditcolton

midnight rain by @comphy-and-cozy

mat barzal

more than a vancouver sunset by @zuucc

praising you by @eberles

we've come so far baby by @mendeshoney

mat barzal/tyson jost

summer nights by @hookingminor

jt compher

our love was made for the movies by @jostystyles

slow mornings by @comphy-and-cozy

something to dream about by @comphy-and-cozy

mikko rantanen

bad for business by @comphy-and-cozy

you’re the reason I come home by @senditcolton

tyson jost

baby, you make me crazy series by @hookingminor

how I look on you by @hookingminor

like this series by @matbaerzal

longshot by @flashyfucker

open your eyes by @matbaerzal

matt martin

matt martin x sugar baby!reader blurb by @comphy-and-cozy

we're a bad idea by @senditcolton

[jostystyles]

it’s tyson tuesday!

aka my favorite day of the week. yes i know it’s monday but i’ve been missing mr jost lately and feel like he could use some love, so i am making an executive decision to celebrate tyson tuesday <3

send me any thoughts you have about him in general. y’all know i love to talk about him

pick a prompt (limit of 2 per ask) from this list and i’ll write a short blurb/drabble about him!

send me a topic/theme and i’ll make a moodboard

make me choose: send me a situation and another player/person/character and i have to choose between them and josty

send me a number and i’ll post that pic in my camera roll of him <3

for every song you send, i’ll give one that reminds me of him

give me a song lyric/theme and i’ll make a lockscreen of him

literally anything and everything josty. we’re giving him the spotlight he deserves.

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[laurenairay]

Day 29 – Mikko Rantanen

Trope: Frosted windows

Word Count: 960 words

A/N: The last of the new guys to write for. Mikko seems like such a sweetheart so I just had to include him!

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10. 26pm

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11.47pm

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12.18am

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1.03am

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You couldn’t sleep. Now that the nights were darker and longer and colder, when your boyfriend was away on his roadtrips, your sleep schedule was shaky at best. It wasn’t Mikko’s fault, not in the slightest – but you just slept better when you were in his arms.

With a sigh, you got out of bed and opened the curtains, staring up at the night sky. Despite the snowfall, it was a beautiful clear night. As far as your eyes could see, snow covered everything – the trees, the streets, the houses, the cars, as well as drifting down from the sky. And as much as you wanted to open the window to see your breath form a soft cloud, you could only imagine how icy it would be, so you resisted that much of temptation.

Instead, you traced a finger over the frost forming on the other side of the window pane, a delicate spidery pattern beautiful in its own right. At least if you couldn’t sleep, you had something pretty to look at. Like a giant snowflake, the frost stretched across the bottom corner of the window, splintering off into dozens of jagged patterns, all unique in their own way, all fragile and fleeting. You knew this temporary decoration would be gone in the morning, but for now it was comforting to know that you’d been able to witness something no-one else had, or ever would.

A new day. A new start. Tomorrow Mikko would be home. Or would that be today, technically? Maybe you really should try to sleep again, if you couldn’t even get the days straight. With one last tired glance through the frosted windows, you closed the curtains again and got back into bed. At least you were warm and comfortable – you could take pleasure in that much at least. You curled up on your side, facing the bedroom door, and stretched out an arm to the side that Mikko usually slept on. Soon. Soon enough.

But the moment that you closed your eyes, you heard what sounded like the front door opening and closing. Mikko? Was he home already?

You froze in place as you heard gentle footsteps coming up the stairs, and dared to open your eyes as the bedroom door slowly opened…revealing the man you were hoping to see.

“Hey, Mikko!” you said quietly, happily, flipping his corner of the duvet back for him.

“Oh fuck!” he flinched, hand clutched to his chest.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly while he slid into bed, getting himself comfortable. He was home! He was finally home!

“Kulta, why are you still awake?” Mikko asked softly, frowning, “It’s so late,”

The moment he was lying down properly, Mikko pulled you firmly against his body, allowing you to melt into the warmth that you’d been missing. How did he always know what you needed?

“I couldn’t sleep,” you admitted, snuggling into his chest.

“Is something wrong?” he asked a little frantically, pulling you away from his chest to look down at you, “Did something happen?”

You dislodged his hands with a huff, moving back to lie against him fully, clutching at his bicep for good measure. This was sweet, that he was so concerned, but that wasn’t what you wanted right now.

“Nothing happened, Mikko, I promise. I just…”

You sighed, running your thumb over his bare skin while you thought of the best way to explain how you felt. Mikko, the darling that he was, slid his arm around your back again to hold you properly.

“I just don’t sleep well when you’re not here,” you finally said, quiet and soft.

You felt Mikko’s body freeze slightly, and braced yourself for a big exclamation, but he just held you tighter and pressed a gentle kiss to your hair.

“I am so sorry. I had no idea,” he said, his voice full of anguish.

“You weren’t meant to find out,” you murmured into his chest.

“You weren’t going to tell me?” he said, and you could feel his frown against your head.

“No, I wasn’t, because the moment that you’re home everything goes back to normal,” you sighed, finally lifting your head to look at him properly.

Mikko’s face was full of uncharacteristic sadness, and it made you heart ache in the worst way.

“Kulta…”

“Hey, no, it’s okay. It’s actually not that weird that I sleep better when you’re here,” you said softly.

“I know, and part of me likes that you feel most comfortable when we’re here together…but I just hate that you’ve been suffering,”

“Not suffering, I promise,” you said, smiling up at him, “But maybe I’ll talk to some of the other wives and girlfriends? See if they have any tips for when its so dark and cold like this?”

“Please do?” Mikko nodded, eyebrows pinching, “I hate the thought of you struggling because of me,”

You huffed out a laugh before leaning your head up to kiss him softly, sweetly, and broke away with a small smile. “I’m better because of you. I’ll work this out, I promise,”

“If not I’ll have to buy you one of those ridiculous body pillows. And then you might start preferring it to me,” Mikko frowned.

This time you laughed properly, thunking your forehead against his collarbone. Ridiculous man. Your ridiculous man, but still.

“That would never happen baby, but thank you,” you mused.

Mikko just grinned before kissing you again, over and over and over until you melted into his arms fully. If this was the kind of welcome home you got, he could leave and come home as much as he liked. Well, within reason. Right now, he was in your bed and in your arms, and that was all you wanted.

[youngbeezer]

Holding my hand while he’s in the front seat and I’m in the back with Bowen Byram (if you can!)

hiii kelly thanks for sending me a request<33 sorry this took so long!

Referenced Post

Prompt-- 10. Holding my hand while hes in the front and I'm in the back (w Bowen Byram)

A/N: Here's another blurb from the 14 oddly romantic things blurb set. Thanks for requesting this, hope you like it :)

Word Count: 1249

Warning(s): mention of nausea, car sickness, a few curse words; Tyson Jost & Cale Makar are both mentioned (just in case you do not like them :/)

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‘u okay?’

I am only able to get a quick peek at my phone to read the text message that comes from my boyfriend, who is sitting right in front of me in the passenger seat, before I feel another wave of nausea hit me. I continue doing my breathing exercises to try and calm my body down, and so I don’t make a scene in front of the other two people in the car with us.

Right now we are currently on our way to the lakehouse my brother, Tyson, rented out for the week. In the car we have Tyson driving (recklessly may I add), Bowen sitting next to him, and another one of their teammates, Cale, sitting beside me in the backseat. There are two other cars following behind us filled with some more of Tyson’s teammates and their significant others. They all figured they should have one last hoorah together before they all part ways to their respective homes for the offseason.

Now everyone on the team just expects I’m coming because Tyson is my brother and I wanted to spend more time with him. But, the actual reason is I just wanted to be able to spend some time (albeit most of it will be with others around) with my boyfriend Bowen, which no one knows is actually my boyfriend. We have both decided to keep it on the down low for a while to figure out if this is something that can potentially grow serious, before we tell my crazy overprotective brother, who will most likely throw a huge hissy fit.

I’m abruptly pulled out of my thoughts when Tys makes another sharp turn. I let out a low groan when I lurched forward as far as my seatbelt could take me, and bile started to climb up my throat. Cale notices my uncomfortable expression and gives me a worried look.

“Hey, are you alright y/n?” He cautioned, not sure what was going on.

Tyson’s eyes meet mine in the rearview mirror with a matching worried expression. Once he sees my distraught look, he looks back at me for a quick second before averting his eyes back to the road.

“y/n/n what’s up? You’re looking a little green.” Tyson commented.

“Can you pull over?” I croak out.

Tyson lets out a dramatic sigh. “C’mon we’re almost at the cabin.” He drawls out. “You’ll be fine. Just take some deep breaths.”

“Well then can you stop driving like a fucking maniac. You know I get car sick.” I snap. I see Tyson huff a little through the rearview mirror, but thankfully I do feel the car slow down a bit.

Bowen turns around in his seat to face me with a pained expression once he sees how much discomfort I am in. He tries to give me a little smile, but all he gets in return is a little shudder from me as I rest my head against the cool window.

“Here, you wanna try drinking some of my water?” He offers.

I take the bottle out of his outstretched hand and mumble out a quick, “thanks.”

As Bowen turns back in his seat, I just barely notice the slight eye roll that comes from my brother. I try not to focus too hard on what that could mean and instead focus on taking some deep breaths. Another low groan escapes my lips during a sharp turn, and that’s when I notice the hand peeking through the passenger seat and the door. I immediately go to take Bowen’s hand and instantly find comfort in his touch. His thumb rubs soothing circles onto the back of my hand that actually does wonders to calm me down.

For the rest of the car ride, Bowen and I keep our hands interlocked with each other-- him continuing to rub those soothing circles and every once in a while giving my hand a little squeeze when Tyson pushes down on the gas a little too hard, or we take an unnecessary sharp turn. And if Cale notices are conjoined hands, he doesn’t say a word.

Eventually, we made it to the cabin, surprisingly all in one piece.

“Remind me to drive back with Mikko and the others please.” I semi-jokingly say to Cale. He lets out a little chuckle, whereas Tyson just gives me a little glare from his seat.

Bowen and I finally part our hands once Tys takes the keys out of the ignition. Everyone then starts making their way out of the car, myself taking it a little bit slower so I don’t end up throwing up everywhere once my feet hit the ground.

As we are getting all the luggage out of the the trunk of the car, Tyson turns to both Bowen and I and surprises us with his next words,

“Byram, help y/n take her stuff up to your guys’ room?” Both of us raise our eyebrows and try to act confused at his words.

“Sorry?” Bowen squeaks out.

“You guys are sharing a room since you’re dating,” Tyson states matter-of-factly. “You are together, correct?” He says it so smugly, knowing that he has caught us in a lie. Obviously we weren’t as inconspicuous in our sneaking around as we thought we were. Bowen just clears his throat awkwardly before taking my bags and moving to stand next to me. I see him give me a pleading look, urging me to be the one to say something.

“How’d you know?” I questioned.

Tyson lets out a little scoff before replying, “You guys aren’t as slick as you think you are.” Out of the corner of my eye I see Cale nod his head in agreement. I meet Bowen’s eyes and let out a breathy chuckle while shaking my head.

“So you aren’t mad?” I pondered to my brother.

He let out the littlest sigh and approaches me to put his arm around my shoulder.

“Nahh. First off, you’re kinda grown up now so I can’t really tell you what to do anymore. And second,” he pauses and looks over at my boyfriend, “Byram’s a good guy, so I trust him.” They both smile at each other and do that little bro hand shake thing. Tys still has a grip on Bo's hand though when he warns, “But, if I hear a single noise come out of that room, I will beat your ass.”

Bowen clears his throat before pulling his hand away from Tyson’s and moving it to scratch the base of his neck awkwardly. “Noted.” He stutters out.

Both Tyson and Cale then leave us alone to make their way into the cabin. Bowen closes the gap between us two to bring me into a hug.

“Feeling better?” He mumbles into my hair, leaving a few kisses as he does.

I lift my head off his chest to meet his eyes and give him one of the biggest grins ever. “So much better now.” I smiled.

He gives me a quick peck on the lips, since Tyson was still in range of view. With a tiny smirk forming on his face he grinned, “Let’s go to our room then, eh?”

I grab ahold of his hand and let him lead me into the house, smiling at the fact we don’t have to sneak around anymore and I get to openly enjoy our time together with the love of my life.

This week just got a whole lot better.

Taglist: @joelsfarabees @heatherawoowoo @barzy-xoxo @barzysandmarnersbitch @hockeyplayerstories

Tagging some mutuals as well,,, @tessisawriter @luukasreichel @lovereadinghockeyy @carepriceisgoodathockey @2manytabsopen @frederikanderson @bb-nhlqueen7 @gigissports @jamiesdrysdales @heybarzy @cherrylita @cherrybarzy @prettyboyjackhughes @kentjohnsons

[comphy-and-cozy]

creampie and/or size kink, my fellow depraved bestie 🫶🏼

LMFAO TIFF why you gotta expose me like this? let's try... literally every single thing on my masterlist????

creampie masterlist: there are too many here to also include blurbs but know that there are about 483904823 additional blurbs with creampies because i'm a whore sundress season (andrei svechnikov) ruin me (andrei svechnikov) glittery (andrei svechnikov) the mystery of love (andrei svechnikov) the after party (andrei svechnikov, brady skjei) work for it (connor mcdavid) can't let this moment go (jt compher) something to dream about (jt compher) already ready to go (jt compher) a night in paris (jt compher, tyson jost) bad for business I and II (mikko rantanen) jealous (matt martin) earn it (matt martin)

size kink: most of these aren't like, specifically size kink but have size kink themes glittery (andrei svechnikov) sundress season (andrei svechnikov) ruin me (andrei svechnikov) bad for business I and II (mikko rantanen) jealous (matt martin) send a trope/kink that you associate with my blog and I’ll make a masterlist of my fics to that theme!

[comphersjost]

BIG BITCH MIKKO!!!!

OUR FAVORITE BIG BITCH!!! this turned out softer than expected sjsjjs

send me your thoughts and blurb requests here!

really, this whole thing was mikko’s fault. after fucking you stupid and nearly collapsing on the mattress, he’d cleaned you up and tugged you tightly to his chest before knocking out the second his head hit the pillow.

which brings you here, the sun peeking through the blinds and mikko’s arm still heavy around your waist. you try to move as little as possible as your search for the best way out of your predicament.

you really really didn’t want to go through the awkwardness of the morning after one night stand’ ‘this was a casual hookup’ talk with mikko today - or ever really.

with that in mind you slowly begin to shift out of mikko’s embrace, awkwardly shuffling out from underneath the weight of his arm as you slide towards the side of the bed. you’re almost out, just having place mikko’s arm back down on the mattress and turning to leave, when his hand curls around yours.

“where are you going?” he mumbles sleepily, blinking up at you with blurry eyes. you tense, not sure how to explain your way out of being caught sneaking out of his apartment.

“i thought it would best if i got home,” you offer in response. it’s a lame explanation, you know it is, but the other option isn’t really one you want to deal with right now. 

mikko’s hand tightens around yours.

“stay.”

you raise your eyebrows, a skeptical look on your face.

“i don’t think that’s a good idea-”

“‘course it is,” mikko grins, not so subtly looking you up and down and taking in the view of you in his shirt and nothing else. “i’ll even make you breakfast.”

“w-what?” you sputtered, unsure of what exactly mikko thought he was doing.

“yeah,” he says warmly, shifting as he sits up and tugging you back onto the bed. you squeal when you land in his lap, but let him maneuver you into straddling him anyway. “maybe while we eat we can pick a place for our date.”

mikko watches you with his eyes filled with mirth as you stammer out questions, hands resting firmly on your hips

“what - what does that -? what? what do you mean? mikko-”

he cuts you off by tilting his head and capturing your mouth with his, smiling as you let out a surprised squeak before kissing him back.

“did you think this was a one time thing?” he murmurs when you separate, a hint of hurt in his voice as he peppers kisses over your cheeks and jaw.

“i just assumed - oh,” your explanation is cut off with a blissful sigh, mikko’s mouth working over your skin and making it hard to think.

“was never a one time thing with you,” he mumbles, nipping at your collarbone and pulling a soft whine from you. “stay for breakfast, let me take you on a date - please.”

you sigh again, this time in content, and tilt his head back up to you. the kiss you give mikko gives him the answer he needs.

[eightmakar]

smut prompt 11&12 with mikko? 👀

11. You know, you make me feel so naughty.

12. You make such pretty sounds,my love.

posting nsfweekend blurbs - thanks for all the requests <3

"fuck," mikko moaned beneath you as you rode him. he bucked his hips up, sending himself deeper into you.

you gripped at his hairline, pressed your sweaty head against his, and sinfully slammed down onto his cock. "you know," you whispered, "you make me feel so fuckin' naughty."

mikko laid his head back and brought his massive hands to massage your breasts. he teased your nipples with the pads of his fingers, eliciting a mewl from you.

"you make such pretty sounds, my love," he purred.

"all for you," you moaned.

"you gonna come for me?"

"fuck, yeah, i am." you moved your hands down to his shoulders, using them as leverage to roll your hips faster and faster, hurtling towards your orgasm. it hit you hard, making you cry out mikko's name, your body furiously clenching around his body. you slowed to a stop, but he was still rock solid inside you.

mikko grinned. "want me to take over?"

[senditcolton]

1k Cele-Bakery Masterlist

THE ORDERS

“Lead Me to the Garden” Chai Cookies (blurbs)

Blue Salvia [JT Compher x reader] Candytuft [Tyson Jost x OC Madeleine Murphy] (part of the “call my bluff, call you babe” universe) Daffodil [Mat Barzal x OC Delaney Pierce] (part of “the pull of you” universe) Edelweiss [Matt Martin x reader] (part of the “we’re a bad idea” universe) Gardenia [Andrei Svechnikov x reader] (part of the ”king of my heart” alternate universe) Gardenia [Colton Parayko x OC Elizabeth Astor] (part of the “would it be enough?” universe) Holly [Tyson Jost x reader] Myrtle [Casey Cizikas x reader] Myrtle [Tyler Seguin x reader] Oak [Brock Boeser x reader] Oak [Ryan Graves x reader]

“Showstopper” Sugar Cookies (moodboards)

“at least we were electrified” with Matt Martin (part of the “we’re a bad idea” universe) Carnival Date with Andrei Svechnikov “Knights of Silver & Gold” with Marc-Andre Fleury Lake Shenanigans with Tyson Jost Renaissance Faire with Brock Boeser Vacation with Mat Barzal

“Wild and Wacky” Vintage Chocolate Cake (headcanons)

Getting Lost on a Long Drive with Tyson Jost Going to a Sauna with Mikko Rantanen Moving Into a New Home with Roope Hintz

“Sweet Like Honey” Buttermilk Honey Bread (playlists)

Forbidden Royal Romance with Andrei Svechnikov (part of the “king of my heart” universe)Meeting in a Bookshop with Sidney Crosby Unrequited Love with Erik Johnson

“The Apple of My Eye” Caramel Rose Apple Pie (fic recs)

Jake Oettinger Mikko Rantanen Sidney Crosby Tyson Jost

“Too Good, Too Pure” Cinnamon Roll (ask games)

Top 5 NHL Players Top 5 Places I’ve Seen Top 5 Tropes to Read Top 5 Tropes to Write Top 5 Underrated Active NHL Players Top 5 Vacation Spots

THE THANKS

First, I want to give a special shoutout to a few very special people who I cherish dearly and can’t imagine my time on hockeyblr without them:

Demi ( @wyattjohnston )  You are a bright, shining, sparkling light in this community. You are always so wonderful and welcoming to everyone and I can’t imagine both my time without you nor hockeyblr without you. Thank you for the support on my fics, for hopping in my askbox, and for literally everything you do!!! 

Em ( @texanstarslove ) My goodness! I don’t even know how to describe how wonderful I think you are. You were one of the first blogs I followed here and I thought to myself “wow, she is so cool”. And look at us now! Thank you for allowing me to hop in your askbox and torture you with thoughts (or more accurately, thots) about our favorite hockey boys and for being an overall genuine and sweet person!!!

Lauren ( @laurenairay ) Words cannot describe how amazing and caring of a person you are! You are always taking time out of your day to send me sweet messages and always leaving the sweetest tags on my fics and just... wow! I always look forward to seeing you; in my askbox/messages, in my notifs, on my dashboard. Keep being the golden beautiful human you are!!

I also want to give a quick, special shoutout to three blogs that are not as active/inactive that I still consider very close friends and shaped my hockeyblr experience: Ilyana ( @hookingminor ), Alex ( @toplinetommy ), and Hannah ( @yeeehaw-hockey ). 

There are of course so many other people/blogs I consider near and dear to me and that have made these years on hockeyblr so wonderful & who I can’t wait to become even closer with:  @matthewtkachuk​ @thomasschabot​ @comphy-and-cozy​ @smileysvech​​ @dissonannce​ @ilyasorokinn​ @fallinallincurls​ @raysofcrosby​ @barzysunflower​ @sorryjustafangirl​ @jarmorie​ @cellythefloshie​​ @tippedbykreider​ @troubatrain​ @masonappleton​ @adamlowsy​ @rnuggethopkins​ @austennight​ @wanderinqhoul​ @kailyn-writes​ @typical-simplelove​ 

Shoutout to every single one of you for being here!! If you didn’t see your name above, that doesn’t matter; I love you just as much! When I say I couldn’t do this without you, I mean it!!! (no literally, this celebration wouldn’t exist if 1k of you didn’t decide to hit that follow button)

[happer08]

okay so! i will be posting a blurb list along with a list of NHLers y’all can request in a few hours! i really wanna get back to writing and was hoping a few of you could help me out!