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second intermission: jost | 3.29.21

#josty #puckbunny material

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“and there’s no doubt i mean tyson jost this is the best hockey he’s ever played for the colorado avalanche” 🥺🥺🥺🥺

#i screamed when this happened

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i love u 🥺🥺🥺🥺

my really late fic recs

hi, so, this is kind of a list i compiled. i don’t think we’ll do this monthly, but i’ll try to. so, this is a list of things i’ve read, not just this month, but in general. so, to all these authors, a huge thank you for all that you do. i love you all, even if i don’t express it, i really do love each and every one of you. i think you should read everything these authors write, not just the things on this list. 

little do you know - tyler seguin ( @raysofcrosby )

okay, i think everything you write is genius. and i have a deep love for tyler and really like angst, so, if you mix those two things together, it’s the best mixture. i often re-read this because i love angst and tyler. 

whatever life throws at you - matthew tkachuk ( @raysofcrosby )

i feel like this one doesn’t need an explanation. i think your sending me even deeper into baby fever, which i didn’t even know was possible. really, in conclusion, i love you, and love everything you write.

professional - jonathan toews ( @aereres )

it’s the right amount of fluff and smut, so it’s perfect. also, i love anything jon. all-in-all, i love everything you write. 

 sun kissed desires - sidney crosby ( @storiesbymads )

i feel like i didn’t know i needed this. i feel like there aren’t enough words to explain how much i’m excited for this. you’re so talented, and really everything you write i enjoy very much.

your love is not an illusion - sidney crosby ( @danglesnipecelly )

i love a good slow burn, and i re-read this the other day, and it still melted my heart. 

that’s all you know how to do - tim stützle ( @moritzseider )

this kind of contributed to me falling head over heels for tim. again, good angst never fails to make my soul crush, but then that hopeful ending-ugh! 

the story of madeleine - mat barzal ( @fallinallincurls )

i’m always really into my mat feels, and then you add mat with a baby and then i‘m dead on the ground. please, i would have this man’s children.

not so coincidentally - jake virtanen ( @barzypatty )

i love jake (basically, i’m in love with every player, but not really, if you know what i mean), and his dogs, so this effectively made my whole day. 

okay, and here are the writers who i love, and i love everything they write: @softbarzal @honeybearbarzal @samsteel @chicagoblackhawkslover96 @babytkachuks @quinnhughxs @kempe @stardustseguin @miracleonice87 @butgilinsky @shelbsatans @barzzal @bowenbyram @beauvibaby @denis-scorianov @calgarycanuck @sixmapleleafs @ipuckwithwriting @ollywahlygator

everyone on this list, every single writer, i re-read everything you write. there are so many more, and i know i’m probably missing some of you, so i’m really sorry. again, love you all, and if anyone ever needs to talk, please know that i’m always here :)

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TRAVIS KONECNY BLURBS

all request info is on my full nhl masterlist

* = nsfw

blinding lights

catch fire

wish

burning up

she used to be mine

#travis konecny #travis konecny blurb #travis konecny imagine #masterlist

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DUCKINF TYSON BABY NDISNSJSNJSNS

#avs lb #MY MANIFESTINF FUCKING WORKED

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I FORGOT THE WMOJIS OMG WAIT: 🌵 for the first one and 🥐 for the second

it’s ok bb i forgive u 😌😘

#inbox #sortagaysortahigh

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i love u SO MUCH you don’t understand 😩🦋💞

2 and 8 with josty omg

waste the night by 5 seconds of summer

i don’t wanna say goodbye to another night // and watch you walk away

Tyson pulled out of you with a groan before he slid off of you and onto the other half of the bed. His curls were incredibly frizzy and his chest was still heaving as he rolled the condom off his dick and tied it into a small knot.

You were up a moment after him, tugging your semi-ripped underwear back up your legs before grabbing the bra that had been slung over Tyson’s bedside lamp. Deciding to forego an attempt at rezipping your bodycon dress, you grabbed one of Tyson’s sweatshirts from out of his drawers. You were sure you’d find a time to return it.

“You got dressed fast,” he commented when he exited the bathroom, grabbing his boxers from where they landed beside the bed and pulling them up his thighs.

“Yeah,” you mumbled. “I gotta get home.”

Tyson sighed, contemplating his response.

“No, you don’t,” he settled on. “You don’t have to go home.”

“You say that like I can stay here,” you let out a dry chuckle. That was the rule. His rule. No staying the night.

His hand came up to rub his brow bone as if the action would give him strength to continue.

“Yes, you can,” he said, taking a step closer to you from where you were standing across his bedroom. “Please, just stay with me for one night.”

“Tyson,” your gaze was heavy as it settled on him.

“I don’t wanna say goodbye to another night and watch you walk away. I don’t want to make the same mistake I’ve been making for months. Please, just stay with me,” he begged. He was only about two steps away from you at this point but your eyes were glued on his. There was a desperation hidden in the cloudiness of them that you hadn’t seen before.

“I can’t- We don’t know- This isn’t what we agreed on,” you stuttered out. Casual sex, that was it. No sleepovers, no dates, no feelings. That was it.

“I know, but- I can’t give you up, again. I won’t give you up,” he said.

“I don’t know.” He reached up to place a hand on your cheek, only a breath away from you now.

“Give me one night,” he said. Your response was a short nod, one you barely had the strength to give him, before he pulled you into his chest.

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one of my irls is a sabres fan and i genuinely do not know how she is surviving the season rn

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manifesting a josty goal rn

#avs lb

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2 and 8 with josty omg

waste the night by 5 seconds of summer

i don’t wanna say goodbye to another night // and watch you walk away

Tyson pulled out of you with a groan before he slid off of you and onto the other half of the bed. His curls were incredibly frizzy and his chest was still heaving as he rolled the condom off his dick and tied it into a small knot.

You were up a moment after him, tugging your semi-ripped underwear back up your legs before grabbing the bra that had been slung over Tyson’s bedside lamp. Deciding to forego an attempt at rezipping your bodycon dress, you grabbed one of Tyson’s sweatshirts from out of his drawers. You were sure you’d find a time to return it.

“You got dressed fast,” he commented when he exited the bathroom, grabbing his boxers from where they landed beside the bed and pulling them up his thighs.

“Yeah,” you mumbled. “I gotta get home.”

Tyson sighed, contemplating his response.

“No, you don’t,” he settled on. “You don’t have to go home.”

“You say that like I can stay here,” you let out a dry chuckle. That was the rule. His rule. No staying the night.

His hand came up to rub his brow bone as if the action would give him strength to continue.

“Yes, you can,” he said, taking a step closer to you from where you were standing across his bedroom. “Please, just stay with me for one night.”

“Tyson,” your gaze was heavy as it settled on him.

“I don’t wanna say goodbye to another night and watch you walk away. I don’t want to make the same mistake I’ve been making for months. Please, just stay with me,” he begged. He was only about two steps away from you at this point but your eyes were glued on his. There was a desperation hidden in the cloudiness of them that you hadn’t seen before.

“I can’t- We don’t know- This isn’t what we agreed on,” you stuttered out. Casual sex, that was it. No sleepovers, no dates, no feelings. That was it.

“I know, but- I can’t give you up, again. I won’t give you up,” he said.

“I don’t know.” He reached up to place a hand on your cheek, only a breath away from you now.

“Give me one night,” he said. Your response was a short nod, one you barely had the strength to give him, before he pulled you into his chest.

#song blurb night #tyson jost #tyson jost imagine

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the way i (s)creamed for my life NYI @ PIT | 29 MARCH 21

#mr. crosby #puckbunny material

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2) absolutely nothing new... Anthony's hand as a necklace 🥴🥵 Those pretty blue eyes looking into yours while he wraps his hand around your throat... I'll see myself out (congrats on 2K you deserve every one and so much more! love you!)

Thank you, lovely 🥰❤️(nsfw under the cut 👁👁)

Let's say he's spent the last few minutes between your legs, his lips wrapped around your clit, swallowing your cum, so they're swollen and glistening. Your body's buzzing as he makes his way up, leaving a trail of kisses up your body.

"Please" you manage to mutter out.

"Please what?" he teases, he knows what you want even though you don't even know it yet. Your mind can think of a hundred things to bed for and you don't know where to start until his hand tickles your skin as it makes its way to your throat, hands gentle at first as they rest there.

"Please choke me, daddy" he grips harder, just enough, knowing the perfect amount of pressure to make wetness pool between your legs. His free hand comes between your legs to feel it, spreading your arousal on your lips, fingers dipping into you, just teasing the entrance before they press down on your clit to draw circles.

A choked moan leaves you before his hand on your throat releases the pressure, his lips are on yours, swallowing your moans, getting you to the edge again before he leans up, demanding you to look into his eyes as you cum for him again.

#fic rec

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But hey, to my sweet amazing mutuals and followers- never forget how amazing you are! This fandom as a whole can be taxing but you are beautiful and a wonderful contribution to this space 💜

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Two types of  Slow Burn

Type I

100k of pining, accidental hands touching, sex dreams that end with passionate smut in the last chapter.

Type II

They raw each other in the first part of chapter 1, then spend 100k in denial, misunderstanding, and self-doubt

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Pour some sugar on me or Pony: Sidney Crosby

hey anon! if this is for blurb night requests are closed!!

#inbox #anon

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and 4 & 13 w ratty matty ✋😩

mine by taylor swift

you made a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter // you are the best thing that’s ever been mine

Matthew’s fingers rested just below the waist band of your shorts, though the touch was innocent in nature. Your body was slanted over his on the couch in a way that looked incredibly uncomfortable from a third party’s perspective but neither of you would change it for the world. There was a random sit-com on, just something Matt had turned on before he pulled you into him for the background noise.

“Do you remember our first kiss?” Matt asked, dragging his hand up your back so that it was resting under your sweatshirt where your bra usually was.

“Of course I do,” you replied, adjusting so that you could face him. “Why?”

“You remember where we were? At my parents lake house?” he asked. His lips were pursed as if he was thinking but the lack of lines in his forehead indicated that it wasn’t very hard.

“Matty, why are you asking me about our first kiss?” you asked. It’d been years ago at this point, four to be exact.

“Just thinking about it. Thinking about you, us,” he said.

“I hope they’re good thoughts,” you hummed.

“The best,” he said.

“Share with the class?” you offered, tapping his chest twice in punctuation.

“I remember how we felt sitting by the water. And everytime I look at you it’s like the first time. I fell in love with a careless man’s careful daughter. You are the best thing that’s ever been mine,” he said before pressing his lips to yours.

#song blurb night #matthew tkachuk #matthew tkachuk imagine