#txsl writing

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Hey, wanna be tagged in some pure, unadulterated, filthy Matt Martin smut? Lemme know and I’ll tag you when it’s posted. 😇

[texanstarslove]

I’m gonna be spending my day writing today. Should I work on a new or something I haven’t touched in god knows how long?

WE GOT OPTIONS:

New idea!

Tyler and Izzie

My long lost Mat Barzal fic idea (y’all remember that one?)

That super smutty idea I had for Matt Martin (again…y’all remember THAT??)

I’m down for any of it so let me know what y’all think!

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Y’all I am unwell, coming up with fic ideas when I have NO BUSINESS DOING SO…

Anyways here is a little blip I wrote:

This is a rough draft as I clearly have no hockey picked out or a name for my OC…though I’m open to ideas so….yeah 😅

“What do I want?” she exclaimed, frustration evident in her voice, “All I ever fucking wanted was you, how could you not see that?!”

The emotion in the air suddenly shifted, from tense and strained to sudden realization and she watched as his face mirrored that change, his eyes widening.

“Me?” Words seemingly escaped him, only managing the single word.

She shook her head and laughed humorlessly. “Yes, you. It’s only ever been you.”

His heart began to beat rapidly, his breaths coming at a quicker pace. “But…I thought…”

“You thought wrong,” she cut him off, snatching her keys from the table before grabbing her coat and shoving her arms through the sleeves. “But it’s alright, I’m leaving in the morning. You don’t have to worry about me anymore.”

He reached out and grabbed her hand as she walked away from him, one last attempt to get her to stay. She tried to keep up her stone faced expression but her features softened as she caught his eye.

“Don’t go.” He whispered, “Please, just stay.”

She smiled sadly at his wounded expression, turning to face him fully. It was clear to her he never meant her any harm but it didn’t make it any easier on her mind.

“Think of me,” she said softly, her hand coming up to brush the stray hair from his face, “Because I’ll think of you always.”

She smiled sadly at his wounded expression, turning to face him fully. It was clear to her he never meant her any harm but it didn’t make it any easier on her mind.

“Think of me,” she said softly, her hand coming up to brush the stray hair from his face, “Because I’ll think of you always.”

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Y’all…I have writing ideas again.

👀

[texanstarslove]

Alrighty y’all. Want a title reveal with the little graphic that I made today? Take a peak below the cut.

Presenting......

“If she’s amazing, she won’t be easy. If she’s easy, she won’t be amazing. If she’s worth it, you won’t give up. If you give up, you’re not worthy.” -Bob Marley

Coming soon. 😘

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Something Different-Part 2

A/N: Here it is y’all. 2.6k worth of more Sidney Crosby smut. Thank y’all for being patient as I worked to get this one out. I hope y’all enjoy!

Part 1

Warnings: Language, smut, a hint of a choking kink if you squint, unprotected sex (again, these two are in an established, committed relationship...wrap it up peeps!).

Your day had started as it did with most every morning, lazy cuddles with Sidney and coffee in bed. Having the hockey season on hold meant so much more quality time together at home, you didn’t know what you would do when normalcy returned. The two of had spent the majority of the pause at his home back in Nova Scotia. This place had become your second home outside of Pittsburgh and you were pretty sure you’d never want to leave once the season started back up. 

The intimacy in your relationship had grown tenfold and you were thankful for it. Spending so much time together had brought the two of you so much closer. The sudden change in routine had been quite the shock to Sidney at first, him not knowing what to do with himself for the first few weeks. As time progressed, and you both settled into the new normal, he relaxed a bit more and began to treat it as a mid season vacation.

Eventually, the time came for the two of you to actually get up and be productive. You both begrudgingly got out of bed, Sidney helping you pull the sheets and blankets back up the bed. “I have that conference call here in a little bit,” he said, putting the pillows in their place, “We have the whole day after I’m done.”

“That’s fine,” You replied, giving him a quick kiss as you walked past to your closet. “I can go for my run while you do that.”

You finished getting dressed, throwing on your workout clothes and running shoes before heading downstairs. Sidney was already getting set up in his office when you walked by. He called out to you causing you to backtrack, poking your head into the office.

“Forgetting something?” He smirked, making you roll your eyes at him in jest. You walked to where he was situated at his desk, bending down slightly to give him a kiss.

“There, needy.” You teased, “Can I go now?”

His eyes trailed over your body and he hummed in appreciation. “I suppose.”

As you turned to make your way out, you felt a playful smack on your ass. You looked back at him and smirked. “Don’t start something you can’t finish yet, baby.”

“Can’t help it,” He grinned, leaning back in the office chair he was sitting in. “Those shorts make your ass look really good.”

“I’m leaving now.” You laughed, finally leaving for your morning run. As much as you both would have liked to skip over your prearranged plans, you knew waiting until later and building anticipation wouldn’t hurt in the slightest.

The route you normally take for your run usually took you about 30 minutes. You decided to take a more leisurely pace, knowing the conference calls Sidney took normally lasted at least an hour if not longer. With the extra time to kill, you thought enjoying the nice weather and beautiful surroundings sounded like a good way to do just that. When you finally made your way back to the house, you had been gone just under an hour. You could still here voices coming from the office as you slipped off your shoes and socks, the conference call still going. You made your way into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water before walking back to the office and quietly sitting on the love seat across from where Sidney was sitting at the computer. He gave you a smile, acknowledging you before turning his attention back to the call. 

Your smile turned into a sly grin, an idea popping into your head. Knowing he couldn’t react too much, you decided to mess with him just a little. You stood up and began to stretch, a little over the top and exaggerated in your movements. You noticed him do a double take, his eyebrow raised in question when he saw what you were doing but continuing the conversation he was in. He knew you were taking advantage of him not being able to react, a suspicion that was confirmed when you slowly peeled your tank top over your head. You held the tank top out in front of you between your fingers before dropping in onto the floor. Biting your lip, you turned to face away from him, hooking your thumbs into the sides of your shorts. You heard his breath hitch from behind you as you shimmied your bottoms down leaving you in just your sports bra and plain black thong. Glancing over your shoulder, lip still between your teeth, you saw his darkened eyes roam your body. He was struggling, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. Satisfied with his reaction, you walked out of the office, an extra sway in your hips as you made your way upstairs to shower.

You had barely stepped into the shower when you heard the bathroom door open. A split second later, the shower door swung open and you were pulled into Sidney’s naked body, your back flush against his chest.

“What exactly do you think you were doing down there, (Y/N)?” He growled into your ear. 

You smirked and ground your ass against him, his hardened length pressing against you. “I was just letting you know I was home.”

“You were being a tease,” He turned you to face him and spun you both around, pressing you up against the tile wall his hands gripping your hips firmly. “Weren’t you?”

“Maybe,” You bit your lip, eliciting a small groan from Sidney.

“You’re doing it again,” His hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb pulling your lip from between your teeth. “You know what that does to me, baby.”

“Do something then.” You capture his thumb between your lips and suck, swirling your tongue around it.

He chuckles darkly, taking your hands in his and pinning them above your head. His lips collide with yours starting a frenzied kiss, your tongue tangling with his. You feel one of his legs move between yours, parting your thighs. You groan at the feeling of the thick muscle against your core, rolling your hips instantly against him. His lips move down your neck to your collar bone, nipping at your skin as your head rolls to the side to allow him better access. 

“God, that feels so good.” You breathe, feeling him move down your body. His hands releasing yours and slowly drag down your arms, stopping to gently squeeze your breasts and pinch your nipples taut. His tongue and lips follow, soothing the slight sting from his fingers. He falls to his knees, peppering kisses across your stomach and to your hip, pulling that leg onto his shoulder. The combination of the hot water from the shower head hitting your chest and the feeling of Sidney’s lips on your skin elicit a low moan in your throat.

“You’re not the only one who can tease, you know.” He grins against your inner thigh, his teeth lightly grazing the sensitive skin. He traces the inside of your high with his fingers, causing you squirm. You hear a chuckle fall from his lips as his fingers draw closer to your slit. You inhale shakily, your eyes following his fingers as they continue to brush over your skin. His fingers lightly run over your wet entrance and you do what you can to suppress a loud moan. 

“Sidney, please,” You beg, your eyes locking onto his. “What do you mean, please?” He queries, his fingers still tracing over your folds. “Just do something already,” You groan. He arches an eyebrow and a mischievous smile plays on his lips. “You mean like this?” he asks, barely slipping his finger inside of you. “Fuck...” You whimper, moving your hips in hopes to get him to go in further, but he pulls the digit out. “Patience, (Y/N),” he murmurs, running his long fingers over your slick opening. He slides his finger into you again, going a little deeper this time, but still not far enough to bring much satisfaction. You tilt your head back into the tile and let out an unhappy groan of frustration. You really can’t take any more of what you imagine is his cruel punishment for denying him earlier. “I said patience, baby.” “But you’re being such a tease…” You pout. He smiles, standing up again and planting a kiss on your lips. He reaches behind him to turn off the water and opens the shower door, stepping out and pulling you along with him. He leans you against the counter top facing the mirror, pressing himself onto you from behind, your hands bracing yourself on the marble top as he smirks at you through the mirror. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” 

In one swift movement Sidney grabs your hips, turns you around and lifts you to sit on the vanity, your hands gripping the edge. He’s trailing more kisses down your body, sinking to his knees in front of you once more. You watch him as he draws his lips closer to the growing heat between your legs. He runs his tongue along your slit and you inhale sharply as your hips involuntarily buck. His hands firmly grasp your hips, pushing them back down to the counter top. You whimper and look down as he kisses the inside of your thighs before returning his lips between your legs. You gasp as his tongue teases your clit and your eyes fall shut. Moaning, one of your hands comes up to his head and you tangle your fingers in Sidney’s hair, urging him to continue.

His hold on your hips remains strong as he continues to trace over your clit with his tongue. Each stroke drives your closer to the edge. One of his hands releases your hip, and you bite back a scream as he pushes one of his fingers inside of you. Your breathing becomes fast and shallow as he pumps his finger into you, his tongue still working its magic on the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Fuck, Sid,” You say, panting heavily. A thin sheen of sweat is covering your body and you feel yourself nearing your peak. Just a little more and you will be completely over the edge. And he knows it.

His finger slips out of you, and you whimper in protest. He pulls his lips away; another unhappy whine leaves your mouth. He smirks at you, and you lick your lips, knowing that his lips are wet with your juices. Somehow, the thought only turns you on even more. “Why’d you stop?” You ask, breathless. “Couldn’t have you coming so soon, could we?” he says as he moves up to bring his face to yours. “It’s not like you couldn’t just make me come again.” He chuckles, his darkened eyes meeting yours. “But it’s just so much fun to see you squirm; so much fun to watch you beg for it,” he whispers before crashing his lips into yours.

Your pulse pounds in your ears, and a shiver runs through your body as his fingertips lightly graze over your stomach. As his fingers draw closer to the heat between your legs, you roll your hips in an attempt to feel them on your aching pussy. His fingers finally trace over your wet slit, causing you to gasp into the kiss. You feel his lips curl into a smile as he kisses you. You moan against his lips while his fingers continue to tease you. Your hips buck once more under his touch, desperate for more, but he holds back from you and pushes your hips down. He deepens the kiss and shifts his body, spreading your legs wider. You can feel the tip of his erection lining up with your entrance, and you gasp as he guides himself into you agonizingly slow. His lips leave yours and make their way down to your neck. Your eyes instinctively fall shut, enjoying the feeling of his soft lips against your skin. He places a kiss on your lips before he begins to rock his hips, quickly creating a steady rhythm. You moan as you wrap your arms around his neck, holding him closer as he thrusts into you. His name passes from your lips as you move your hips in time with his.  “Keep your eyes on me, baby.” He whispers, giving a light squeeze to one of your hips. After a moment, your eyes flutter open and they lock onto his smoldering gaze. 

He rests his forehead against yours, his intense stare making your breath hitch in your throat. His thrusts become harder and deeper as he hits that deliciously pleasurable spot inside of you. You moan loudly, dropping an arm from around his neck and grasping onto the edge of the counter.

“Right there, baby,” You plead, your head falling back. “Oh god, there.”

He stops moving his hips, keeping himself buried inside of you, and you furrow your brow. You look up at him, frustrated and confused. He simply smiles down at you as he runs a hand down your leg. Shivers run through your body and you bite your lip in anticipation. He lifts your leg, rests it on his shoulder, and resumes thrusting into you, harder and faster than before. You gasp as he hits that spot from a different angle.

“Fuck,” You groan loudly, and he smirks back at you.

“Are you gonna come?” Sidney asks, knowing full well how close you are. You can only respond to him by moaning loudly. Not satisfied with how you answered, he brings one of his hands to your neck, gently squeezing but not to the point of cutting off air circulation. Just enough to get your attention. “Answer me, (Y/N), or I’ll stop right now.”

“Yes!” You cry desperately, “Please, don’t stop. I’m gonna fucking come.”

  His rhythm is fast and steady, and you moan with each of his thrusts. You feel his fingers from the hand not around your throat slide down your body, gliding down your lower stomach, and you cry out in pleasure as they begin to rub your clit. Your arms come up to grip his shoulders tightly, your toes begin to curl, and you feel yourself tighten around his dick as you near your peak. His head falls to your shoulder, turning slightly so he can suck at your neck. His thrusts become sloppy, and you know that he’s just as close as you are. 

“Fuck, (Y/N), do it now,” He growls into your ear, his hands moving to grip your hips tightly. “Come with me right now.”

The scream you release echos throughout the bathroom as you come, trembling harshly and digging your nails into the skin on Sidney’s shoulders. He groans out a string of curses into your neck, keeping himself buried completely as he releases inside of you. 

The two of you stay like that for a moment, trying to regulate your breathing. Sidney lifts his head to look at you, smiling before kissing you gently on the forehead, the tip of your nose then finally your lips. You pull away, your forehead resting on his. 

“God, I love you.” He whispers.

“Even if I’m a tease?” You ask, biting your lip once more.

He chuckles softly, his hips beginning to move again slowly. “Especially when you’re a tease.”

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“Alright daddy long legs, next joke please” with Marky?

“Babe....babe,”

Working from home was something you had appreciated being able to do when the pandemic began. Your place of employment was incredibly accommodating and most days you were able to plug away and get your work done in a timely manner.

Today, however, Jacob was extra attentive to you...and by attentive, you really meant annoying. There was a huge project you had to finish by the end of the week and your stress levels were off the charts. You looked up from where you were perched in your spot on the couch, Jacob grinning wildly from the opposite side.

“Jacob, I swear to god if you are about interrupt me with another stupid dad joke...”

“They’re not stupid!” He exclaimed, chuckling a little at the end of his statement. “These are gold!”

You sighed heavily, trying to bury your head back into the laptop screen. You felt Jacob stand from his spot and walk behind the couch, his hands falling to your shoulders to give them a squeeze.

“You’re stressed, baby,” He observed, “I’m just trying to lighten the mood a little bit.”

You craned your neck to look up at him, sighing once more.

“Come on, let me tell you one more and I’ll leave you alone.” He smiled down at you with that big, toothy grin. You couldn’t help but smile, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Alright daddy long legs,” You teased, “Next joke please.”

Jacob laughed heartily at your not so subtle chirp, reaching down to poke at your ribs. “See! Already making you feel better!”

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I want y’all to remember this quote....some variation of it is being used in one of my WIPs and I’m curious as to what y’all think this could be used for. 😏

“They’ve got you trapped, Rose. And you’re gonna die if you don’t break free. Maybe not right away because you’re strong but sooner or later that fire that I love about you, Rose…that fire’s gonna burn out.”

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'we're not supposed to be doing this' kiss with oleksiak?I know you wrote a bunch for him lately but I'm soft for him 🥺

Never too busy to write for my favorite gentle giant. I will always love writing for him. 💚 This got a little longer than I had intended, though. Sorry not sorry. 😉

15. ‘we shouldn’t be doing this’ kiss

You had never expected to land the job of handling PR for the team you grew up cheering for. You had worked your ass off, slowly climbing that proverbial ladder until you finally reached the top. 

You had developed many friendships with both staff members and player, it was just part of the job. However it was drilled into your head that it was a big no-no to form romantic relationships with any of the player, pretty standard business practice throughout the league and you had no problem with it.

Until you started developing feelings for Jamie.

You knew why it happened. 

You were always hanging out with the guys. Partly due to your job but mostly because they, for the most part, they were your friends and it was always a good time. They’d drag you along to post game parties and get togethers, any event the guys had to attend you were there. 

Jamie was always by your side. Your friendship with him developed quickly and easily. You two hit it off instantly and you were always together, at work and outside of work. He was your confidant of sorts, always down to listen to you vent about anything or just hang out with a couple beers and crappy cable television. It was really no surprise to you when stronger feelings came creeping in. You never acted on those feelings not only because you didn’t want to ruin a wonderful friendship, you didn’t want to risk your job.

So when a black and white gala came up on the schedule, you tried to push those feelings aside by bringing a date. It was very casual, just one of the guys in the office, Chad. You felt great in the dress you decided on, perfect for the event and subdued enough for a work function. The night was going great, you mingled with execs in the organization, chatted with some of the guys from the team, and carried on a decent conversation with Chad. Noticing your champagne dwindling in the glass, you excused yourself from your date, heading to the bar for a refill. You leaned forward onto the bar, waiting for your drink when you heard a low whistle beside you.

“Damn, (Y/N),” You turned to see Jamie standing not too far from you, “You look great tonight.”

He looked amazing, too. His suit tailored perfectly to his big body. It made you feel all sorts of crazy feelings. You smiled, gently bumping your hip into his as he came to stand closer to you. “What, this old thing?” 

He chuckled, handing you the new glass of champagne the bartender set down for you. You raise you glass to him, a silent thank you before taking a swig. “So didn’t you come with Chad?”

“Yeah I did,” You nod, “Why do you ask?”

He nods his head toward the main area where everyone is mingling. You turn and spot Chad chatting up another woman, leaning into her and whispering in her ear. The woman is giggling and blushing at whatever he is saying to her.

“Ah,” You sigh, taking another (bigger) drink of your champagne, “Well, that’s awfully nice of him.”

“You okay?” Jamie asks, concern lacing his voice, “I can kick his ass right now. Just say the word.”

“That will not be necessary.” You laugh, turning back to face the bar again, “I don’t need you causing a PR nightmare for me.”

“Fair enough,” He says, turning to face the bar as well, scooting closer to you.

“Besides,” You continue, swirling your glass, “It wasn’t anything serious. Just a casual date, if you could even call it that. No hard feelings.”

“If you say so.” He takes a drink from the beer in his hand. The two of you are silent for a moment before he sets his drink down suddenly, taking your hand into his. “Come with me. I want to show you something.”

“Right now?” You ask, standing up a little straighter, “We can’t just leave in the middle of the gala.”

“Oh, come on (Y/N),” He says, tugging at you a little more, “No one will even notice. Please?”

You giggle at his insistence, nodding your head before letting him lead you out of the main room where the event is, down a hall and up a couple flights of stairs. “Jamie, I’m wearing heels!” You whine, “Where the hell are we going?”

“Right here,” He says, opening a door the says Roof Access, leading you out to the most breathtaking view of the Dallas skyline. Even though you’ve lived here all your life, you’d never seen it quite like the way you were seeing it now.

“Wow,” you breathed, stepping closer to the balcony, leaning over slightly, “I don’t think I could ever get tired of staring at this.

“Yeah,” you heard Jamie say softly before he came to stand next to you. “Me neither.”

You looked over to see his eyes not staring in awe of the skyline, but gazing over you. There was something different in the way he was looking at you and it changed the moment entirely. You couldn’t stop the seemingly magnetic pull on your body as you moved closer to him, your hands pressing to his chest, never breaking eye contact. His hands came up to cup your face, leaning his forehead onto yours before whispering your name, almost in desperation. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“I know,” you whispered back.

You let out a shaky breath before his lips were pressed softly to yours, that breath turning into a soft, needy whine. One of his hands trailed down to your waist, pulling you closer while your hands softly gripped at his suit coat. The kiss intensified, still gentle but growing more passionate as his tongue tangled with yours. After what seemed like hours, you broke apart both of you left breathing just a little heavier than before.

“We should get back,” Jamie murmured, gently brushing a stray piece of hair from your face.

You nodded, biting your lip. “Maybe just one more of those before we go?”

He chuckled, kissing your lips softly one more time.

Send me more kiss prompts! 😘💚

[texanstarslove]

So here is how the prompt requests are shaping up so far. Believe it or not, some of the requests y’all made were the exact same! Great minds I suppose!

Also, I went on a first come first serve basis so if you see a player next to one that you requested with a different player, send in another request! I’ll update this post until they’re all gone. 👍🏻

“You’re a lot more flexible than I thought.” 

“I want to please you.” Jonathan Toews

“Tell me what you would want to do, if you were here right now.” Colton Parayko

“Your shirt got a little dirty, how about we take it off?” Tyson Jost

“I want to give you a hickey, so everyone can see how I feel about you.” Nolan Patrick

“Oh, I love that sound you make.” Jamie Oleksiak

“Do you want to take it off or should I do it for you?” Casey Cizikas

“I never imagined you to be so sensitive, but I love it.” Jamie Oleksiak

“Maybe you could use that mouth for more than just talking nonsense.” Anders Lee

“If we weren’t in public right now…” Matthew Tkachuk

“Your hand feels much better than my own.” Leon Draisaitl

“As soon as we’re both sober, we can do every dirty little thing you ever dreamed of.”

“Come on, you have to work for it.” Casey Cizikas

“I’ll take it that you like what you see.” Tyler Seguin

“Your moans will wake everyone up and I’m oddly fine with that.” Mat Barzal

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Ooh yes tell me all about your Tyler fic! Where did you get your initial spark of inspiration from?

Honestly? It was an idea I had AGES ago when I heard the song Just Like A Pill by Pink. I wanted to create a story where it wasn’t the typical “guy stringing the girl along” story so I decided to flip it and having Tyler as the guy in this just seemed perfect, you know?

Now the idea has morphed a little from that original idea but it’s still where he’s the one doing the chasing and trying to do the convincing and being strung along. I thought it’d be a nice contrast to the party boy vibe he is always giving us. It’s there a little in the beginning but....🤷🏻‍♀️

Y’all saw the preview. 😉

Come yell at me about my new (still untitled 🥴) WIP.

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I’m more a kissing in the rain gal, with like Jamie o

Oooof. This is something I would love to do with him.

NSFW under the cut.

You were sitting out on the patio, under the covered portion, enjoying the sound of the rain and soft thunder in the distance. It had an oddly calming effect on you, so much so that you almost didn’t hear Jamie come outside and sit beside you on the lounger. 

“What are you doing out here?” He asks, pulling you into his side. 

You nuzzle your head into his neck. “Just enjoying the weather.”

You feel him nod and the two of you sit in comfortable silence, listening to the sounds of the storm rolling through. You sit like that for a while, his hand gently rubbing up and down your arm, when and idea pops into your head. You stand up from your spot and walk out from under the patio covering and into the rain, your arms outstretched and your head looking up, closing your eyes as you feel the rain fall onto you.

“What the hell are you doing?” Jamie chuckles, still sitting in his spot out of the rain.

“Come out here with me!” You call, looking back at him and holding a hand out, “I want to do something crazy.”

He raises an eyebrow at you. “And what exactly is that?”

“Just come here!” He laughs again, standing to join you in the rain. 

“There,” He says, his voice a little louder over the rain, “What now?”

“Kiss me,” You grin.

“Seriously, (Y/N)?”

You nod your head giddily. He smiles down at you, shaking his head but nonetheless obliging. Slowly, he lifted your chin up towards him, sheltering your face from the pelting rain with his head, and kissed you tenderly. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him so deeply and so lovingly, feeling the rain fall upon you, feeling your wet hair dripping down your back, feeling his wet face next to yours, as rain drops rolled near your lips, you drank it in together as the two of you kissed so deeply and so passionately. Your body warmed as you held each other so closely, not caring that your clothes were soaked through, not caring that you were dripping wet with rain water. When you finally pulled your mouths from each others, he smiled at you and gently tucked a piece of wet drippy hair from your face to behind your ear and grabbed your hand. “That was new.”

You smile and pull your bottom lip between your teeth. Suddenly a loud clap of thunder erupted, a shriek erupting from you at the sound. The two of you look at each other wide eyed before bursting into a fit of laughter. 

“C’mon,” Jamie says, pulling you back under the patio covering, “Let’s at least move under here.” When you stepped out of the rain, you shivered, realizing how wet you were and how chilled your clothes felt. Your hair stuck damply on your neck, chilling you. You held onto him closer, shivering from the chill. "Do you want to let your clothes dry, dear?" a teasing grin upon his lips as he winked at you. You laughed at him. "Why not?" With that, you pulled your wet t-shirt above your head, exposing lacy white bra underneath. You wrung out your t-shirt as if it was a towel, and spread it on one of the patio chairs. When you looked up, you saw him staring at you, smiling slowly. You slowly unbuttoned your wet jeans and took them off, laying them beside your t-shirt to dry. When you looked up this time, you saw he had done the same with his clothes and now stood there in nothing but boxers. You almost leaped up and he embraced you in his warm arms, warming up your chilled, damp body. You kissed again, so passionately, so full of love and devotion that nothing else mattered. You couldn't hear the pit pattering of the rainfall upon the patio roof or the thunder roaring in the distance. You were lost within each other, lost within each other's souls. You felt his warm hands rub up and down your back so gently and so softly, massaging your skin, feeling it. When you finally pulled apart to gasp for breath, he sat back down on the lounge and pulled you into his lap. You could feel his hardness underneath you, growing bigger at each second. You nuzzled your face into his neck, feeling his damp hair on your face as you gently kissed and licked his neck, as a small moan of pleasure escaped from his lips.

You kissed down his collarbone, licking it gently, enjoying his pleasurable reactions. He reached over and pulled your left bra cup aside and gently pinched your nipple, feeling it harden between his fingers. Then he reached over and pinched your right nipple as well. When you leaned back from kissing his neck, he reached down and flicked his tongue across your hardening nipples, sucking on them gently. As he sucked and licked one, he played with the other with his fingers, gently pinching, massaging it. When Jamie raised his head again, you grabbed his hand and you kissed him so passionately and so intensely once more. You felt his hand gently massing your thigh as it crept closer and closer to your center. You gasped around his mouth as you felt his finger suddenly on your clit, massaging it gently, rubbing it slowly, and sending little shots of pleasure up and down your entire body. You moaned around his lips, drinking in his kisses deeper, grabbing his head harder and pulling him against you hard and you kissed more deeply and more intensely and harder. Sweat started glistening on your forehead, mixing with the wetness of the rainwater. He gently pulled back and whispered into your ear. "Do you want it?" "Yes, I do. I do..." You gently got off his lap and removed your panties as he slid his boxers down his legs, his erection standing up at attention. You gently climbed back onto his lap, lowering yourself on top of him. You moaned as he slipped inside of you, spreading you wide and burying himself deep within you. After a few minutes of intense kissing, you finally drew back to gasp out for breath and started moving yourself on top of him. Feeling his dick slid deep inside of you, feeling so full and intensely satisfied. Your forehead glistened from rain water and sweat mixed as you gasped and moaned in pleasure. You reached down and started to rub your clit harder and harder as you bounced up and down on him quicker and quicker, feeling your pleasure heighten as you did so. You stare deep into his eyes as you move, seeing his pleasure as well as your own reflected with his eyes. You smile at him, closing your eyes, holding yourself up onto him by grasping his shoulders. His hands were on your hips so that you wouldn't fall. You gasped out loud with intense pleasure as you felt your climax suddenly peak and explode. Soon after, you feel him release deep inside you, warming you up so much more. You feel your body grow limp and you fall onto him, burying your face in his neck again, feeling his warm arms around you. He kisses your damp hair and face, your bodies still connected, his now softening member still buried deep inside of you.

“Wow,” You whisper, slowly willing your breathing to return to normal.

“Yeah,” He breathes into your neck, “Wow.”

The two of you sit like that for a while, listening to the rain some more. You definitely develop a new affinity for storms after that.

[texanstarslove]

do you have a favorite scene you’ve written so far?? in the nolan story that is

So honestly, I haven’t really written a whole lot yet.

I only started seriously brainstorming this over the weekend but I have some amazing ideas I’ve though of! When Abigail and Nolan meet...that’ll be kind of funny because Kevin and TK are involved. 🤣

That and the ideas that I have as far as their sex life goes..? Oh man. Y’all, it’s hot. 🥵

[texanstarslove]

So I got this idea from this request right here. I changed it up just a hair, not really the first fight of the relationship but one of the few. STILL ANGSTY THOUGH, and that was the main goal! I’m sorry it took so long to post! I hope y’all enjoy!

Warnings: Language

Every road trip seemed to be longer than it’s actual length. That feeling was always there, even though you go through the same routine every season. You’d watch the games from home, just as enthusiastic as you would if you were watching in person. And on the last night of every roadie without fail, you’d get the same text from Tyler.

I’m on my way home, baby. Can’t wait to see you.

It was as much a part of the routine as everything else so when that text never came, it threw you for a loop. You knew nothing was wrong, your friends with all the guys and talk to them regularly too. It still made you wonder why you never got the text.

This particular road trip had been a rough one, the Stars losing three of the four games played. The single win they had was one of two in the past ten games, so you knew frustration would be there. However frustrating the season may have been going, Tyler really never seemed to let it get to him when he was home. His goofy, happy-go-lucky demeanor was always there, it was one of the many things you loved about him.

You knew he was home before he even came inside, the dogs perking up when they hear his car pull up. The three pups scurried to greet him when he walked through the door. You didn’t hear his usual enthusiastic greeting upon seeing the dogs, nor did he call out to you, another thing he would do when he came home. Now you knew something was up.

Standing from your spot on the couch, you made your way into the kitchen and saw him standing at the island facing away from you. You noticed his suit jacket haphazardly thrown onto one of the bar stools and the dress shirt he was still wearing now untucked. His hands were resting on the counter top and his head hung low. You could see how tense he was as you came up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and kissing his shoulder.

“Hey,” You spoke softly.

He was still tense, turning his head but not looking at you directly. “Hi.”

“I didn’t get a text from you before you left.” You said, still speaking with the same soft tone.

“I know.” He removes your hands from around his waist and walks around to the other side of the island to the refrigerator, taking out a bottle of water and turning back to the island, now facing you but still not looking at you.

You furrow your brow in confusion as to why he was being so closed off. You never see him like this and you didn’t know how to handle it. 

“Ty...” You are trying to tread lightly, “What-I mean, are you okay?”

He scoffs, opening the water and taking a big gulp before replying. “Yeah, I’m just fucking peachy.”

His comment catches you off guard, kind of irritating you with the almost condescending tone in his voice. “You don’t have to be a jerk, Tyler. I was just asking.”

“Well it should be pretty fucking obvious,” he grumbles, loosening his tie and removing it, throwing with his discarded suit coat.

“Well it isn’t, hence why I’m asking.” You retort, growing more frustrated with how he’s acting. “Just talk to me.”

“Maybe I don’t want to!” He all but shouts at you, throwing his hands in the air, “Maybe I just want to come home and not be given the third degree. Maybe I just want my fucking space!”

The volume at which he’s speaking startles you. He has never taken the tone he is using now with you ever. “Why are you getting so upset with me?” You ask, your voice getting louder too, “I was just asking if you were okay and you bite my fucking head off!”

“Damn it, (Y/N),” He speaks through gritted teeth before slamming a closed fist onto the counter top, startling you and the three pups at your feet. “I want to be left alone for a minute, alright?!”

You stare at him in stunned silence at his sudden outburst. You know he would never lay a hand on you in that way but the anger you feel radiating from him is something you’ve never felt before. You can’t help the tears that start welling up in your eyes, not out of fear but out of frustration. It was a quality in yourself that irritated you but it happened all the time when you got upset or angry. 

He almost immediately reacts to your stunned expression, his facial features softening in regret and realization. “Baby, I’m-”

“I’ll be in the guest bedroom tonight,” You say, cutting him off and turning on your heel walking quickly away from him and to the bedroom. You hear him try to catch up behind you.

“(Y/N), wait-”

“Good night, Tyler.” You say and slam the door. You lean yourself against the frame and hear him let out a sigh from the other side. You know he stands there for a minute or two before walking away. It was then you let those frustrated tears fall before collapsing onto the guest bed. 

You never really could go to sleep. Between the frustration you felt, the bed not being as comfortable, and knowing Tyler was upstairs probably feeling the same way, it made sleep very difficult to come by. You hated going to bed angry with him, it was something you always made a point to avoid. When you saw the alarm clock on the bedside table read 3:27 am, you decided to give it up. Taking a deep breath, you rolled out of the bed and quietly made your way upstairs to the master bedroom. When you opened the bedroom door, Gerry perked up from his spot at the foot of the bed. 

“Shh,” You whispered to the dog as his tail began wagging fiercely across the bed. The older two could not be bothered. You figured Tyler was already asleep as there had been no reaction to your presence in the room. When you slowly pulled back the covers and made your way into the bed however, you immediately felt his arms pull you close to him, your back flush against his bare chest.

“I’m sorry,” He whispered into your hair then tailing soft kisses down your neck and shoulder. You turn to your other side so you are face to face, tracing the tattoos on his chest, listening as he continued to speak. “I’m not very good at talking about my feelings.”

You nod your head slowly. “Yeah, you made that painfully clear.”

“I know,” He sighs, “I know. I just...” He rolls onto his back, taking you with him so you’re half on his body and half on the bed. One of his hands comes up to run through his disheveled hair before continuing. “I’m just so frustrated with how this season is going. It was supposed to be our year and it’s just fucking tanking.”

“Then just tell me, Tyler.” You say, resting your chin on the pectoral muscle you were laying on, looking up at his face, “Just talk to me. I will always listen to you.”

He nods, agreeing with your words. “I just suck at communicating is all. I know I need to get better.” 

You turn you head to rest on his chest again, listening to his steady heartbeat. The two of you lay that away for while, your fingers dancing lightly across his chest while he runs his hand slowly up and down your side. 

“You know I love you though, right?” He finally whispers.

You look up at him and smile, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Of course I do.”

[texanstarslove]

So thirsty for some Monday morning escapism today: maybe slow, cuddly morning sex with Sid. He seems like a good Monday morning distraction 😜

As I get to it on Thursday...I’M SO SORRY, ANON. This is honestly something I think about with A LOT of hockey boys. But with Sidney? HO MAN. This is perfect for him.

You’d wake up already wrapped in his arms, back flush against his chest, feeling of those plush lips on your neck and shoulder, goosebumps breaking out all over your skin.

Both of you are sans clothes from the previous night’s activities.

He doesn’t ever get too pushy in the mornings, as he knows coffee is typically your priority, but you can feel how much he already wants you.

You’d bring your hand up to his head, curling your fingers into his hair and turning your head to press your lips to his.

His hand runs up your side and cups your bare breast, gently pinching and twisting your nipple.

No words are needed.

He takes the small moan you let escape as a green light, moving that same hand down to your thigh, hooking your leg over his hips.

You’re already so keyed up from just the small amount of foreplay, he can push into with ease, both of you moaning softly at the sensation.

It’s slow, languid movements. Soft touches, sweet kisses.

Your fingers would tighten is his hair and he’d let out quiet curses into your neck as the two of you reach your highs together.

The two of you would lay like that for a while after, enjoying the blissful feeling, staying in bed way longer than you need to.

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[texanstarslove]

hello, I am here with a couple of questions about the Seggy fic! how long do you anticipate it being (if you know at this point) and what's been your favorite part to write so far (without giving too much away)? :)

Oof, I don’t know how long it’ll be eyes! It has the potential to be a longer fic so we shall see!

And my favorite part? Well, I haven’t written it out yet except for in outline form but there is a scene where Tyler gets his poor little heart broken...like big sad, okay? And it’s just a scene that makes his character so vulnerable and raw and it’s probably gonna be my favorite...because apparently I like pain.