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holy-puckslibrary · 5 months

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𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭

here's a list of every upload from the fic-mas event i did on patreon last year, as well as a link to the selection of said uploads that are now available to you here on tumblr (depending on when you see this post).

hope you enjoy, and happy holidays!

˗ˏˋ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ˎˊ˗

again, this is a list of ficmas uploads that are available on my patreon and will remain there for the time being. if you'd like to learn more about how to access them, please refer to 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓.

if you'd to pursue the content available now (or soon-to-be) on tumblr, please refer to 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓.

˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 ˎˊ˗

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — stargirl!connor mcdavid x famous!reader 𝐰𝐜 — 3k 𝐜𝐰 — none, excluding cavities. 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — romance is not dead if you keep it just yours. (requested)

need a refresher or to get caught up? here's the 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐄𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐗𝐌𝐀𝐒 ˎˊ˗

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — ceo!sidney crosby x assistant!reader 𝐰𝐜 — 2.8k 𝐜𝐰 — mild angst, but that's it! 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — sidney's hatred of the holiday inadvertently thwarts the enjoyment of it by someone he definitely doesn't hate. (inspired by a #darvey scene from suits)

˗ˏˋ 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 ˎˊ˗

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — jamie drysdale x reader 𝐰𝐜 — 2.4k 𝐜𝐰 — references to past hook-ups but nothing explicit and heavy angst (per the request) 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — merry meddling brings two volatile foes back under the same roof. can holiday magic mend the burned bridge between these former enemies-with-benefits?

˗ˏˋ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐒 ˎˊ˗

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — adam fox x heiress!reader 𝐰𝐜 — 3.2k 𝐜𝐰 — a smidge of angst. 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — the princess of park avenue and the hotel manager's son, once childhood sweethearts, are reunited by a precocious permanent resident just in time for the holidays — and the heiress' wedding. (inspired by the best movie of all time, eloise at christmastime)

˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒 ˎˊ˗

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — sidney crosby x reader 𝐰𝐜 — 2.8k 𝐜𝐰 — references to a previous one-night-stand and some drama. 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — five years ago, she left the club's annual holiday celebration with an unexpected party favor. said party favor meets more than just st. nick when they return this year.

˗ˏˋ '𝐓𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 ˎˊ˗

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — tyler seguin x oc (caroline allen) 𝐰𝐜 — >10k 𝐜𝐰 — adult themes and content, angst (and a lot of it), description and repeated reference to an injury + chapter-specific warnings.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — tyler seguin will attest that caroline allen, acclaimed author and his childhood love, is "the one that got away" until his dying day. even though the "got away" half is (more than partially) his fault. but that didn't matter much when he was thousands of miles away, skating his heart out and partying the years away. by some stroke of luck or a cruel twist of fate (he isn't quite sure yet), a season-ending injury has sent him back to recover in the one place he knew she'd always be. will this second chance to make things right be the gift of a lifetime, or just another lump of coal weighing down his heart?

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For over 100 years, the jolly citizens of this aptly shaped island located just off the coast of Washington have been spreading holiday cheer amongst themselves and all who visit. This year, Mayor Seguin has selected you all as the guests of honor for our annual Winter Wonderland celebration - the longest-running of its kind!

Be sure to join us from December 18th through Christmas Day for festive fun, friendly competition, and the opportunity to create unforgettable memories with your loved ones. Make sure to keep the exclusive flyer handy (attached after the stylized map designed by our very own Benny Allen), as it will be your ticket into the 8-day, all-inclusive event!

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swissboyhisch · 11 months

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Fun Shenanigans

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mcdavid97: She may be annoying but I love her❤️ || 📷: yourbestie tagged: yourinsta

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yourbestie: My photo, yes. But couple goals! And now you can't argue with me cause it's official!

stephlechance: Why so cute?! Couple goals ❤️❤️

user: I wish I had a relationship like them ❤️

user: I want a boyfriend like Connor 😍😍😍 His smile when he looks at her is precious ❤️

yourinsta: I love you too Con ❤️❤️❤️ Is it time to work out though?

mcdavid97: let's go

user: she works out too?

yourbestie: they always work out together! It's quite cute.

user: Happy. Happy. Happy.

user: Couple goals. I want to be like them.

clairefaye: of course 😒😒

user: anyone feel like their theme song is I'm Lost Without You by Blink-182

user: agreed

yourinsta: they're my favourite band, also one of my favourite songs 😍

zstrome: aren't you supposed to be at the gym yourinsta

user: oh zstrome caught you out

yourinsta: We are on our way to the gym, Con is driving username zstrome

user: This couple never fails to make my life seem boring 😂

dylstrome19: have fun weirdo gym couple! You can get sweaty while I'm gauging on chips on my couch watching Disney

user: DYlan 😂😂😂

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mcdavid97: I'm proud of my girl doing the sport she loves so much! This is a selfie I received (while I was at training) when she got ready to go to karate, training for the Olympics in 2020, Japan. tagged: yourinsta

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user: SHE DOES KARATE!

tess.caldon: Won't be repping USA together 😭😭

yourinsta: I'm sorry tess.caldon!!! I'll be repping Canada if I do go 😭

username: what belt? Has she represented a country before?

yourbestie: 3rd dan black belt. She has also first represented USA when she was 14 and has continued to represent her Dojo, State and Country.

user: wasn't she just in Ireland?

yourinsta: yes, I was just in Ireland for the World Championships just before I moved to Canada!

yoursis: Proud older sister here!

cammcdavid: Proud. Proud. Proud.

user: OMG I WAS THERE! MY SISTER COMPETED AGAINST YOU. HOW DID I NOT REALISE IT WAS YOU?! YOU ARE SO GOOD AT KARATE! YOUR KUMITE (free fighting) IS SO GOOD AND YOUR KATA IS IMPECIBLE! SHE IS THE CURRENT WORLD CHAMPION!

user: world champion?!

oscardaniels: she has been the reigning champion for a few years now

user: 😍😍😍😍

user: mcdavid97 will you go to support her?

mcdavid97: I'll support her through everything of course

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keltalbot: #WAGDateWednesday tagged: mikkymarrelli, yourbestie, brittlucic, yourinsta and laurenrodych

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laurenrodych: Love our weekly dates 😍

user: honestly goals.

user: They are all gorgeous 😍😍😍

edmontonoilers: Oilers WAGs are the best 🥰

yourinsta: hell yeah we are

user: These girls are honestly friend goals

yourinsta: Love you all 🥰

user: #WCW every day is y/n.

yourbestie: Ah we are cute 🥰

mkaberg: Best WAG date as Y/n is finally an official WAG

mikkymarrelli: ain't that the truth mkaberg

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cammcdavid: These two are super annoying…..ly cute 🤮🤮🤮 tagged: mcdavid97 and yourinsta

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user: #couplegoals

user: How are they so cute?!

user: I still can't believe they weren't dating before this week

yourbestie: right?!

mcdavid97: You make me so happy y/n

yourinsta: love you Con

user: Love the caption 😂

drat29: I swear he's never serious around y/n

user: siblings right?

user: The look on y/n's face 😍

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comphy-and-cozy · 2 years

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Work For It - Connor McDavid

Summary: After a road trip, Connor is determined to show you how much he missed you, but only if you work for it. Connor McDavid x Reader (f).

Word Count: 4.2K

Author's Note: Written by my beanie kink because of the above lewk in this interview (yes, it was months ago, sue me). I do not claim responsibility for what happened after.

Warnings: Filthy smut (18+ ONLY). Cocky Connor, swearing, dirty talk, sexting themes, masturbation (f), brief toy use, unprotected sex, mild verbal degradation, creampie.

When you and Connor first started dating, the frequent road trips were hard. The closer you got, and the more you fell for him, only made the time apart more difficult. Your heart would ache watching him leave, and the nightly phone calls were your solace during the longer stretches.

Once you moved in together, the distance got a little bit easier, though you still exchanged frequent texts and calls to let him know when you were thinking of him. Connor’s favorites included photos of you and Lenny snuggled up on the couch watching his game, and the Snapchats of you when you’re just waking up. ‘Freshly slept’ was one of his favorite looks on you, and he liked to pretend he was there in bed with you even when he was miles away. You, on the other hand, appreciated the team plane selfies with Leon and the low sound of his voice when he called you before bed to say goodnight, keeping his voice down to avoid disturbing his hotel neighbors.

The Oilers were on a west coast road trip and had faced a tough loss against the Ducks. You stayed up as late as you could to watch, but ended up falling asleep halfway through the third — probably for the best, considering they lost 5-1. The next morning when you woke up, you scrolled leisurely through your socials while laying in bed, pausing when the post-game video of Connor popped up. Your eyes were immediately drawn to the army green hoodie he had on, his black beanie making him look so cozy — and hot, in more ways than one.

Interest piqued, you clicked in and made the video full screen. Your eyes trailed over the scruff of his beard, a few days untamed, and the shape of his cheekbones, your body instantly heating up over how delicious he looked. The low tone of his voice was the cherry on top, though you were hardly listening to what he was actually saying.

Opening up your messages, you decided to let him know exactly how you felt.

‘Saw your postgame,’ you wrote. ‘You looked so hot.’

Pressing send, you didn’t hesitate to keep typing another message, not bothering to wait for a response. ‘Miss you, baby.’

Going back to the video, you replayed from the beginning, heat creeping further down your body through your belly until your hand began to trail between your thighs of its own accord. Your mind wandered to the way his hands felt on your skin and the feel of his beard scratching against your neck, longing for him.

Then, a wicked idea crossed your mind, followed by a matching smile. Slipping off your oversized Adidas sleep shirt — your favorite one of his — you posed your hand seductively over your breasts, pouting your lips before taking a photo and sending it, captioning with, ‘Can’t stop thinking about you.’

Glancing at the time, you realized he would probably be at morning skate, meaning you had some time before he’d be back to his phone. You posed for a few more teasing photos, showing skin but never quite everything, to keep him on his toes. To top off your onslaught of messages, you sent a video of your hand trailing down your chest and between your legs, the bedsheet shrouding the view but definitely not the implication.

Satisfied with yourself, you opted to play his video again, this time not stopping your hand as it slipped between your thighs, feeling the wetness gathered in your panties. Your eyes closed and a sigh fell from your lips as you gently prodded your clit, enjoying the pleasure that rippled through you with each touch.

Slowly, you worked yourself up, watching the movement of his lips and the flex of his hands, imagining they were gripping your hips. The low, dulcet tones of his voice filled your ears, no longer comprehending what he was saying, instead imagining him whispering praises in your ear.

With a wicked thought, you stretched and reached for the side table drawer, pulling your favorite vibrator out of its silk slip cover. Toying with the settings, you reveled in the feeling of the buzz across your skin, enjoying the wave of goosebumps that flared in its wake. The pulse in your core grew deeper as the head of the vibe neared the apex of your thighs, and you let out a sigh when it finally grazed your clit.

Eyes closed, you continued drawing pleasure with your toy, losing yourself in the sensation. Your mind floated back to the last time Connor used the wand on you, coaxing you through three orgasms while he fucked you leisurely on a slow morning-turned-afternoon. A wistful smile formed on your face at the memory, your heart — and other body parts — longing for him.

After a brief moment’s hesitation, your eyes flickered to your phone beside you, clicking it open. Your thumb hovered over the record button, the thought of someone overhearing passing through your mind. But, you reminded yourself, Connor was a private guy and he wouldn’t dare open it in front of his teammates, especially not after seeing the accompanying messages.

Pressing the vibe against your core once more, you allowed yourself to sink back into your thoughts. A blur of green eyes, copper hair, and a scruffy beard swam through your mind, drawing you closer and closer to your release as you clicked the button on your toy to increase the vibrations.

Hitting record, you let the moans fall free from your lips, calling out for your boyfriend as you neared the edge. You cursed, eyes closed as you raced over the finish line, waves of your orgasm crashing over you as the pleasure seeped into your body.

Once you came down, you smirked and hit send on the recording, tucking your toy away and moving to take a shower and go about your day.

A few hours later, you were just getting back from a hike with Lenard when you checked your phone to see messages from Connor.

Text: [Connor:] You little tease [Y/N:] Who me? [Connor:] Fuck [Connor:] Got me so hard [Y/N:] Oops 😜 [Y/N:] Guess you have to return the favor huh? [Connor:] Oh I certainly will sweetheart [Connor:] You’re gonna pay for that when I get home [Y/N:] Guess you better come home soon then baby [Connor:] Only two more days 😘

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Two long days went by, the anticipation only growing in your chest as you counted down the hours. Connor wasn’t a particularly detailed texter, but you could tell that even he was ready to be home with you again. Fortunately, you were able to busy yourself by cleaning the house and preparing for your parents to visit that weekend. Connor had an extra day off between games, and they were going to see their first ever Oilers game — while conveniently staying at the Captain’s house.

The day arrives, and Lenny’s whines alert you to Connor’s arrival first, followed quickly by his excited steps as he leaves you in the guest bedroom, folding the throw blanket neatly for your parents’ arrival later that evening. You hear paws bounding down the stairs to greet the visitor, and you chuckle, standing up to follow suit, your heart fluttering in anticipation with the same excitement that Lenny demonstrates as he waits anxiously by the door.

You can’t help but bite your lip as you smile when Connor comes in the back door, instantly greeted by Lenny up on his hind legs, offering kisses and knocking his own tail into the wall wagging incessantly. His suitcase is left to the side as Connor happily greets Lenard with a playful, “Oh, hi there,” followed by full body pets.

Your heart warms with happiness at your little family, then your smile fades and that warmth is quickly replaced by heat when you realize that Connor is wearing that green sweatshirt. Your eyes trail over his beard, even longer than it was in the video, and his hair tucked into the same black knit beanie.

This fucker knows what he’s doing.

Once Lenny’s received his quota of dad pets, Connor’s eyes meet yours and you gulp, the tension instantly palpable in the small space of your mudroom. He smiles warmly, opening his arms to wrap you in a hug, and you step into him. You inhale his scent, the mixture of eucalyptus from his body wash and faded sandalwood from day-old cologne on his sweatshirt, and it’s nearly enough to make you dizzy as he pulls your body into his. He kisses your forehead, and you’re instantly flooded with heat, in your cheeks, in your chest, in your belly, along with the pleasant flutter of butterflies that you always loved feeling when he returned home from a trip.

“Hey, you,” he says.

“Hi, yourself,” you reply, swallowing thickly as he moves to set his suitcase by the foot of the stairs. “Nice trip home?”

He pauses, giving you an amused look, before letting his eyes blatantly slide down your legs, cotton shorts revealing everything from mid-thigh down. “That’s what you’re gonna lead with, huh?”

“Y- Why not?”

“So shy all of a sudden,” he says, his smile teasing you. “You weren’t too shy the other day, were you?”

Your mouth all but falls open as you watch him plop down on the couch. Leisurely, he reaches up to adjust his beanie, drawing your eyes very intentionally to the object, as if to remind you that he knows what it does to you. You feel your mouth go dry, like he’s performing a cheesy thirst trap on Tik Tok, except that it’s real and it’s for your eyes only.

“Come on, baby,” he says, spreading his legs as he leans back against the sofa. “You knew what you wanted when you sent those pictures, so why don’t you come and get it?”

Your heart pauses in your throat, frozen as you look at him, hesitant. He’s smug, regarding you with a lazy glance, and he smirks when he sees your eyes flick to his thighs, muscles taut as he lounges.

“You like what you see, do you?” his voice is teasing as it pulls you out of your trance, and you jump slightly, embarrassed for having been caught. You nod shyly, cheeks warm, and he lets his arms rest on the back of the sofa. “Well, come on then, sweetheart.”

Slowly, hesitantly, you step forward, the air in the room getting tighter and tighter as you inch closer to Connor, waiting expectantly as you finally reach the space between his spread thighs. His eyebrows quirk upward in an amused look, then says, “Strip.”

“I- what?” you can’t help the way your voice shakes, and you wish you could summon confidence and poise, the same way he does.

“You heard me.”

A shiver runs through you at his tone; you’d never seen him like this, but the fire in his eyes heats you from the inside out. The hem of your shirt is soft between your fingers, tickling the skin of your stomach as you pull it over your head; with one look from Connor, you’ve lost control of your hands, unable to stop from doing as you’re told.

Green eyes flick to your chest as your bra falls from your body, and a satisfied smirk forms on his face, confidence oozing out of him, rolling in waves off of the army green sweatshirt that hangs on his form. Somewhere along the way, that confidence morphs into desire as it makes its way to you, consuming you with a fire that heats your skin as it’s exposed, inch by inch, to him.

Once you’re bare, feeling doubly so standing in front of him, fully clothed, Connor gestures to his lap, and you let your eyes drag down to his legs, licking your lips when you remember what lies at the apex. You step forward, tentative, feeling the heat from his body, and you’re unable to stop yourself from slinking into his lap.

He watches you, calculating, as your lip sinks between your teeth at the feeling of some friction, even if it is just the material of his Adidas joggers that slides against the sensitive inside of your thighs, rather than the firm muscle of his quad like you’d prefer. You look at him bashfully, eyes connecting with his, cheeks burning with — embarrassment? No. Desperation? Maybe a little.

Holding your gaze, his hand moves to slide slowly, antagonizing, up the back of your thigh. The contact instantly has you shivering, biting back a moan, and his face cracks into a rare grin, amused at how badly you’re strung out.

“Told you,” his voice is soft, matching the caress of his fingertips, and you silently beg him to touch you more, but his hand pauses at your hip, not moving. “You gotta take what you what. Work for it.”

You know what he’s asking, and you know he’s not going to budge; he’s one of the hardest working, most disciplined men that you know. Hell, he makes a living because of it, and now is certainly not going to be an exception. Still, you fruitlessly attempt to goad him, leaning forward to kiss him, desperate to connect. His lips are warm against yours, and while he doesn’t make an effort to pull you closer, you can feel the desire he has as he kisses you back. The weight of his tongue against yours draws your confidence, and you find your hips swiveling over his groin, cunt brushing over the bulge that’s hardening even as he plays hard to get.

The breath in your throat catches as you apply more pressure until soon you’re grinding shamelessly against him, the slick of your sex staining the dark material of his sweats. Connor’s eyes are dark as they watch you, and even through his perfected emotionless expression, you can sense that he’s enjoying this almost as much as you, the sight of you writhing in his lap and using him to get yourself off.

Almost as if he can see the crest of your high rising in your body, he stills your hips with a firm grip of his hand. Your eyes shoot to his, ready to protest, when his other hand reaches between your bodies to tug at the waistband of his joggers, shifting you slightly to pull his erection out. Unable to prevent the whimper from leaving your throat, you watch as he leisurely strokes himself, hot and hard in his hand, before setting his hand back at his side and flicking his eyes back up to yours.

“You want it so bad, don’t you baby? Prove it.”

He’s right, you do want it so bad that you’re desperate for it, and you can hardly move fast enough to sink down on his length completely, releasing a satisfied sigh at the sensation. Connor might be acting indifferent, making you do all the work, but even he can’t hide the look of pleasure that’s graced his features, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of your tight heat wrapped around him. Your forearms rest on his shoulders, fingers curling into the fringes of hair at the base of his neck, simply reveling in the way he stretches you.

“You wanted to come, didn’t you?” his voice is low, commanding, and you yelp when his hand cracks down over your ass. “Guess you better get to work.”

“Con —“ you whisper.

“Don’t act all innocent now, sweetheart. I saw your pictures, heard your slutty little moans. Your secret’s out.”

Despite the burn of embarrassment in your cheeks, you press your lips against his again in a weak attempt to shut him up. You can’t help but moan into his mouth as you begin to move, resuming a similar rotation of your hips.

Connor’s hands move to your waist, not guiding, just resting, and his touch encourages you to keep going, already feeling the burn in your thighs as you rise up and down. His breath is hot against your chest, coming out in ragged puffs. A moan of his name draws his attention back to you, and you’re inclined to repeat yourself just to keep his eyes on you — despite the fact that he’s rock hard for you, there’s a desire to break through his facade of indifference and into the pleasure that you know he feels too.

“Fuck,” you breathe, leaning back, feeling his tip hit in the perfect spot, and suddenly you’re repeating your movements, searching for what will allow you to hit it over and over and over again.

He hums, eyes staring at the place where you two connect, watching himself disappear into your tightness. He’s unmoving, hypnotized by the movement of your hips, steady and consistent, as you pump yourself with pleasure with each push of your thighs.

The high begins to rise in your chest, flame licking the insides of your belly, and your hand snakes from your breast down to your clit, the pad of your middle finger brushing lightly, so lightly, but just enough to send a moan through your lips.

“You needy little slut,” he drawls, not bothering to look at you, eyes focused on the bounce of your breasts. “You didn’t miss me, you just missed my cock, didn’t you?”

“No, Con,” you pant, lips brushing the scruff on his cheek, tender despite the rough scratch against your skin. “‘Course I missed you.”

“You sure about that?”

Before you can respond, Connor’s hands are gripping your sides, hauling your body and flipping you over, settling on your hands and knees. He finds purchase on your hips, tugging them back toward him before he’s lining himself up with your dripping slit, your mouth falling open as he pushes back into you.

“Come on, sweetheart. Show me how bad you want my cock. Told you, you have to work for it.”

As if to encourage you, he pulls your hips back until your ass is crashing against his hip bones, and a cry escapes your throat as the tip of him caresses your cervix. But then, he stills, waiting for you to continue, and you can’t help but push yourself back onto his cock, greedy for more.

“That’s it,” he groans, and you can practically feel his heated gaze boring into your ass, watching it bounce with each clap backwards. “Fuck yourself like the little slut you are.”

His words inject heat into your veins, arousal dripping out of you and lathering him in it; he doesn’t have to say it for you to know it, but you can hear the sound of him crashing into you, and it’s enough to make you want to cover your face with embarrassment, if not for the waves of pleasure he’s sending through you.

A few more moments pass as you push yourself back onto him, the sounds escaping your mouth adorable and pathetic. Connor knows you’re not really getting what you want, can’t get what you want — at least, not on your own; you need him if you’re going to get the release you really want.

He’s patient, but he almost wants to laugh at how sweet and helpless you are, desperately pushing back in search of a release, too cock-drunk to think properly. And he tells you that.

“You’re so sweet, baby, so desperate for me you can’t even fuck yourself properly, can you?”

“Con – please –”

“Uh uh,” he says. “You’re the one who wanted to tease.”

A desperate whine falls from your mouth against your will as you force your hips back onto him with more force than before, frustrated tears brimming in your eyes. You’re hovering near the edge, but with each push, you begin to realize you’re never going to be able to bring yourself over it, not by yourself. He knows it, too; you can feel it in the smugness that oozes off of him in very un-Connor-like waves, threatening to swallow you whole with the new, or temporary, aura. Whatever it is, it suits him, despite his quiet and humble exterior. The best player in the entire world should be a little cocky every now and then, no?

“Can’t… can’t do it the way you can, baby,” you whisper, playing a new game. Keeping the waver out of your voice is hard, and this time you don’t bother trying. “N- no one fucks me like you do.”

“I sure hope not,” he says, a humorless chuckle following. A clear sign he isn’t falling for your tricks.

“Been thinking about you since you left,” you breathe.

Connor hums, striking your ass with one clean slap. “I saw that.”

“Been wanting to c- come, all over your dick,” you stutter, pausing briefly to groan at the way his tip brushes your g-spot. He doesn’t respond, space filled by his heavy breathing, short pants into the air behind you.

Another moan falls from you as you twist your head, pausing your movements to look him in the eye, his pupils dilated, swallowing much of the beautiful green that’s highlighted by the hue of his sweatshirt. “But mostly just want you to cum in me.”

You swear you can hear the gears shift in his head as your words sink in, settling in his core, and you know he’s taken the bait. His grip on your waist tightens, free hand pressing against the back of your neck to press your face into the couch cushion, instantly setting an unrelenting thrust of his hips. The sound of your moan is muffled, your eyes squeezed shut as he drives the head of his cock into you over and over again, animalistic and unrestrained.

The orgasm you’d been waiting for springs up without any warning, and before you can even gasp the words out, it overtakes you, seizing your limbs and freezing your muscles with pleasure. Connor keeps moving, exhaling an amused chuckle, teasing words on the tip of his tongue that can’t quite make it out for the feeling of you gripping him so tightly.

Your fingers weakly clutch the pillow, body absorbing as much of his rough movements as it can, though you know you’ll be aching and sore tomorrow. A carnal groan leaves him, in symphony with the sound of his hips slapping against your ass, and it stokes the fire inside of you, burning blue as the remains of your high revs up.

Either Connor can read your mind, or maybe he can just feel the way you squeeze him, letting him know your release is building back up like a tidal wave, but somehow he knows to reach around you, fingers fumbling to find purchase on your clit. He messily rubs with the pad of his finger, the way you taught him to, keeping firm pressure while maintaining his steady rhythm with his hips.

“Give me one more, baby,” his voice is a hot whisper, breath loud against the shell of your ear. “Please.”

It’s the pulse of his middle finger against your clit that does it this time, along with the raw desire in his voice, sending you spiraling with a cry as you contract around him. Your hips writhe against his, walls clenching tightly as they pull his own release from him, a low groan echoing as you feel warmth filling you up.

His eyes are squeezed tight as he slows his hips, letting you milk him for all he’s worth, before stilling his hips, savoring the feeling of you wrapped around him. Your cheek rests against the soft material of the couch as your heart drums in your chest, and he leans forward to press a kiss against your shoulder blade.

“Con,” you pant as you catch your breath, feeling his own heartbeat against your back. “If you pull out, we’re going to make a mess on the couch.”

“Mmm,” he hums, pressing another kiss on your skin, like he’s got all the time in the world. “And?”

“And my parents are gonna be here in like, an hour.”

He huffs, then groans, the sound vibrating against your spine. His arms wrap around your torso, maneuvering your weak body around so that he can pick you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he makes a heaving noise to pull you off the couch and move toward the stairs. Your arms wrap around his shoulders to give him some leverage as he carries you up, and you smile at him before pressing your lips against his. “That was fun.”

“You’re a little minx, you know that?” he asks, his voice lighthearted, and you squeal as he reaches into the shower to turn the faucet on, drops of cold water splashing your back. Once it’s warm enough, he steps in and presses you against the tiled wall before carefully setting you on your feet, slipping out of you as he does so. Connor kisses you deeply, so deeply that your breath all but leaves your lungs, and you’re so into the feeling of his lips on yours that you barely notice his fingers sliding their way between your legs, until they’re replacing his softening dick and he smiles as you gasp against his mouth.

“Gotta keep all of it in,” he murmurs. “You’re gonna be dripping when your parents show up at the door.”

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yourfavewriteress · 2 years

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check you out (part 6) | connor mcdavid

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

Teaser: "Every time I tell you you’re beautiful, I mean it."

Your week had not been going well. It was only Tuesday, yet you were approaching your final breaking point. Your exam for one class was on different chapters than you had anticipated, your exam in another was harder than you could have imagined, and you received a not-so-nice score on an essay worth forty percent of your grade in a third class. It felt like your entire schedule was laughing at you day after day.

Although you spent the week buried in books, it felt like your efforts were for nothing. How the hell am I going to come back from this?, you thought.

But, that wasn't all that you had in your path. The icing on the cake was Connor telling you he would be out of town for two whole weeks, leaving for a team trip. They would be spending the time at a new training facility, their coaches citing it as a chance to work in a different environment, minus all potential distractions. Of course, they paid him more than enough to steal him for two weeks, but why now?

You didn't let him know how terribly timed this trip was, or how you felt your heart shatter in your chest after the words left his mouth. It wasn't like he had a choice, or that you would never see him again. You were sad that you wouldn't be able to retreat into Connor as you had gotten used to. You were sad that you couldn't rely on him to hold you so you fell asleep in a reasonable time rather than toss and turn through your anxiety-ridden thoughts.

You felt like you were being irrational, wanting him to stay so bad. It was selfish.

You were quieter than usual this night, but Connor didn't think too much about it. There was a movie playing, so he didn't expect you to be talking much anyway.

But really, you were holding back tears.

Your first resort when you were this upset was always to cry. You cried earlier before you saw Connor, and yesterday in the shower. Crying wasn't a big deal to you, you knew it helped you feel better after. Still, you didn't want Connor to see you cry. Especially when he was part of the reason why.

Connor still had you wrapped in his arms, your back against his chest as you both faced the TV. You did your best to shut your mind off and enjoy the feeling and smell of Connor. This was one of the last nights you would have with him, and you didn't want it tainted by your mess of emotions.

He absentmindedly drew shapes on your stomach where his hand was sprawled. Lasting almost an hour more than usual, you managed to fall asleep on the couch with him.

He sighed when he noticed, kissing the back of your head gently so he wouldn't disturb you. I'm gonna miss this, he thought. Connor was just as torn as you. He had a job to do, one he was on contract for. And, one that he was always happy and motivated to excel in.

With you in the picture, however, everything was more complicated. He didn't like the travel aspect of his job as much anymore. He didn't enjoy the lack of privacy or the limited free time, even just from the team staff. Once they found out you had attended one of the games, Connor was getting bugged daily about making you a regular and inviting you to team events.

This was all a nuisance now. All because they got in his way of spending time with you undisturbed. It was unhealthy, really, how much he thought about you and wanted to be with you. The closer you got, the happier he was.

He wasn't really watching the movie, his mind racing with all the different changes he had experienced this past year. He no longer only thought of himself, it was always Connor and Y/N. Even his grocery list started to be influenced by your favorites and not just his. When he was deciding if a night with the guys was happening, he always factored in your schedule, and if it was a better night to spend time with you than others. He would drop almost anything for you because he knew your schedule was just as busy as his.

Yet, he couldn't say no to this trip. And that was the problem: work would always trump what either of you wanted.

You could hear the quiet hum on the TV as you opened your eyes a few hours later. You looked around, noticing that you were in a different position than you remembered. You were laying on your stomach, which would never be possible if Connor was still beside you.

“Con?” You mumbled, slightly stretching and nuzzling you face into the pillow.

“Right here, baby,” You felt a squeeze to your calf. You sat up on your elbows, seeing Connor sitting with your feet in his lap.

“What time is it?”

He looked at his watch, “9:30. Did you have a good nap?”

“Not really,” You mumbled, laying back down. Connor moved your legs from his lap before sliding between you and the back of the couch again. You sighed as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into him.

You loved that he never hesitated to be wrapped around you now. You hadn't even been awake thirty seconds, and now you were engulfed in his arms. How are you ever going to get used to this?

“Was it too short for you?” He asked, laughing.

“I feel like I could sleep for weeks,” You said, tangling your legs with his. “What have you been doing?”

“Watching games,” He said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Are you hungry?”

“Not really,” You sighed, closing your eyes again.

You could feel Connor chuckle as he spoke up again, “Do you not sleep at night?”

“It is nighttime,” You smiled into his shirt.

“You’re lucky you’re cute when you sleep,” He mumbled against your head. "We should head to bed, then."

"Did I ruin any plans?" You yawned.

"Of course not," He answered, squeezing you in his arms. "There were no plans, just you."

You leaned your head up to kiss his pulse point. "I hate that you have to leave for two weeks."

"I know," He let out a sigh. "But, it'll go by fast and I'll be back."

"Can you carry me upstairs?" You smirked. You could feel him roll his eyes as he sat up.

"You're also a pain in my ass, baby," He said, using the remote to turn off the TV. "You're lucky I like it."

"So lucky," You teased.

"Shut up," He laughed. Unannounced, he slid his arms under you and pulled you into his arms. You gasped, grabbing for him to anchor yourself.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You could have warned me."

"You wanted a ride, I'm giving it to you. I can put you down, no problem."

"Has anyone told you how much a brat you are?" You mumbled into his neck.

"A few people, actually," He laughed. He carried you up his stairs and into his bedroom.

"Bathroom, please," You requested. Connor obliged, letting you down at his bathroom door.

"Your highness," He joked.

"Thanks, baby," You smiled.

He leaned down to press a kiss to your lips, "Don't take long."

You did. To be fair, you finally remembered to bring each step of you nighttime skincare routine, something you always failed to do. It wasn't absurd, maybe 12 minutes of steps, but Connor would never understand. He only washed his face and then dried it with a towel...

"Babe," You could hear him groan from his bed.

"Just a second," You rolled your eyes in the mirror. Finally, you put on your moisturizer before tucking everything back into your bag. You changed into your PJs for the night, one of Connor's old boxers, and your old T-shirts.

“You look cute,” You heard Connor say from his bed once you turned off his bathroom light. You rolled your eyes as you put your clothes in the laundry hamper.

“Shut up.”

He laughed, “What? I’m being serious!”

“I told you not to say anything about how I look before bed,” You replied.

“Yeah, and I don’t know why. You look cute, you always do,” He responded.

Sighing, you slid into his bed next to him. “I can’t tell if you’re being serious or just an asshole, so I don’t know what you want me to say”

He laughed, reaching over to pull you to his chest, “You know I’m serious. Every time I tell you you’re beautiful, I mean it."

You cuddled into his chest, both of you enjoying the silence for a few moments. You were just beginning to get used to having Connor around for your routines. One time, he sat in the bathroom just to watch you do every step. Now, he settled for waiting from the bed and rushing you. It felt incredibly domestic. Things with Connor had been starting to feel more and more like this as time went on.

You loved this trend, because you were finally getting the true experience of having a boyfriend. In your past, you had always been the one giving more and feeling more. But with Connor, he was just as invested as you.

That's why, the next day when you had hit the peak of your anxiety, your first instinct was to find a corner and call Connor. He had left you at his place for early practice, and now you were at your school's library because you couldn't focus anywhere else.

You studied for a bit, and then took one of your online exams... which went terribly. It took everything not to slam your computer close and scream. Instead, you slowly closed your laptop, picked up your phone, and moved yourself to an empty stairwell.

You went to your recents, which surprisingly was only Connor and family. Dialing his number, you leaned back against the wall.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Con,” You bit your lip. “Are you busy?”

“I’m at the rink, so a little,” He responded. “Why? What’s up?”

“I just had a tough morning and wanted to talk,” You mumbled. “I just failed my test. I studied so ha-”

“-Wait, I’m sorry. I really can't stay on the phone, I’m with the team,” He cut you off. “Can I call you after practice?”

You paused, “Uhm, okay? I didn’t even finish my sentence.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” He breathed, sighing after. “I have practice soon, and I really have to focus. They’re counting on me here.”

“Mhm,” You nodded, although he couldn’t see you. You were doing your best to hide your disappointment because it really wasn't his fault, but add another point to the world against you. “Sorry I called.”

“I don’t want you to be upset with me,” He responded, pausing for a beat. “I want to talk to you, I want to help, but I can’t right this second, especially if it can wait.” You could wait.

“Understood,” You mumbled.

He sighed, “Can we talk when I’m done with practice? Please? I want to be able to give you my full attention.”

“Sure.”

“Baby, I can hear it in your voice, I know you’re upset,” He said. “I'm just not in the space or environment right now to give you the attention you deserve and need."

"You have no idea what I need, Connor. You're not even listening."

He let out a deep sigh, and you were sure he was probably scratching his head about what to say to not make things worse. "Y/N, please."

“When you go through your shit with hockey, I’m always there and I listen to everything you say to me. You’ve called me while I was slammed with work or assignments before and what did I do? I gave you time to vent. I tried. You barely did that and for once, I actually just needed my boyfriend to listen. But of course, hockey comes first. Have fun at practice, Connor. I guess I’ll talk to you after, like you said.”

You could faintly hear him say your name as you removed the phone from your ear and ended the call. Well, that's not what you wanted.

Your phone buzzed seconds later with a text from him.

Connor: I'm sorry. I don't want you to be upset. I'll come over right after I'm done, I promise.

You were so over it.

You went back to your desk, gathered everything, and headed back home. When you got to your bedroom, you dropped your stuff at your door before laying face down on your bed until you settled in for a nap.

As you lounged on your couch later that day with Netflix playing on the TV, your phone buzzed from the table.

Connor: Are you still home?

You sat back, locking your phone. Minutes later, it buzzed again.

Connor: Can we talk? Please

You: I’m home

Instead of a text, you heard a knock at your door. You got up, opening it.

“Did you text me after you got here?”

He nodded, his hands in his pockets. “I literally just left practice, I haven't gone home yet.”

You stepped aside to let him in. As he took his coat off, you walked back over to the couch, laying back down. Connor came over, sitting by your legs but facing you. “Can we turn this off for a second?”

“Why?” You kept your eyes on the screen but you could feel his staring at you.

“Baby,” He said, softly. “Please.”

You reached for the remote, pressing the power button. You sat in silence for a few moments before Connor spoke again.

“Ever since I was six, my life has been hockey. I’ve never cared about anything as much, and I’ve been fine with that. It’s brought me a lot of success and it makes me hap-”

“-I get it,” You cut him off. “You love hockey, and hockey loves you.”

“Can we, just..?” He huffed before gently pushing your legs off of the couch and moving closer to you.

“What are you doing?” You asked, shifting on the couch so you were sitting up.

“You’re pissed, and I deserve it. But, I’m trying to talk to you and I can’t do that if you're not even looking at me.”

“I can still hear without looking at you,” You mumbled. “And, I’m not pissed.”

“I don’t know how to be someone’s boyfriend,” He sighed, running his hands through his hair. “I know it’s common sense, and I’m trying but I fucked up today. You’re right, I could have at least given you five minutes, and I’m sorry for that. I had the coaches in my head and I was being a fucking idiot. You’re supposed to be able to call me whenever something happens, and I’m supposed to listen. I want to listen. As important as hockey is to me, so are you and I know I need to do a better job of showing that.”

You didn’t say anything as he looked at you. You got up from the couch, walking over to the kitchen to pull out the wine bottle from your fridge. Connor followed you, sitting at the counter.

A few hours after your phone conversation, you realized you bit Connor's head off, not because of anything he did, but moreso the combination of circumstances that pushed you to call in the first place. He was working, he had the right and reason to cut the call short.

“You have always been there for me whenever I was going through something and you didn’t deserve me shutting you down like that. I’m really, really sorry.”

You filled a glass with wine, looking over at him. “Do you want one?”

“Babe, seriously,” He said. “We have to talk about this.”

“I heard everything you said, Connor.”

“Can you come sit?”

You sighed, bringing the bottle and glass with you to sit next to Connor.

“What happened today?” He asked softly, pulling you chair closer to his.

“I spent the whole day crying, Connor,” You responded, looking over at him. “The entire day. And, I thought that calling you would help but it just made everything worse. I’m exhausted, sad, and just over it.”

“You don’t want to talk about it?”

“Not at all,” You took an embarrassingly large sip of the wine.

“Can I stay?” He searched your face. “Or, do you want me to leave? I would understand if you did.”

“Please stay,” You whispered. You didn’t expect your voice to fail you, but Connor caught on as his shoulders fell. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. This is what you needed. You called Connor that morning because in a matter of seconds, he could make you feel better. Having that backfire made your problems even worse, but now, finally having him exactly where you needed him, you didn’t even care about this morning.

I’m fucked, you thought, as you relaxed into him almost immediately. How can one person make everything better, even after a major failure?

Besides this morning, Connor always made you feel safe and heard. You didn’t know how you had never experienced this with your exes, but you wouldn’t mind never having to give this up.

“I’m sorry that you had a bad day,” He mumbled into your shoulder after a few moments. “And, I’m sorry I made it worse and was such a dick.”

“I forgive you.”

He pulled back, making you look at him. “Never again.”

“I shouldn’t have called you at practice, anyway,” You responded, reaching for your glass again.

He shook his head, “That's not true. You can call me whenever you need me. I was in the wrong today, not you. You needed me and I wasn’t there.”

“It’s fine,” You said. After taking another sizable gulp, you set the glass back down and looked back at him. He was already looking at you, like you had guessed.

“What do you want to do?” He asked softly, moving the hair that had fallen past your face.

“Cuddle,” The barely audible word was loud enough as Connor smiled.

“I can definitely do that.”

"And, I'm sorry I snapped at you earlier. I should have known that calling you at work would not bode well."

"You were having a tough time," He started. "I'm your boyfriend, you have a right to call me, even if I was on the ice. I can't guarantee that I'll answer, but at least I'll know I need to call you back. I don't want you to stop yourself from asking for me and my time. I want to know what you need so I can give it to you. I didn't give you that chance to tell me this morning, and that wasn't okay."

"I feel like I should be doing more apologizing."

"Well, I'm not gonna let you because you don't have to apologize anymore," He said, standing up. "Let's move back to the couch."

He grabbed the bottle for you, and you followed him to your living room. He placed the bottle on your coaster before disappearing back into the kitchen. He came back a few moments later with a beer in his hand.

You didn't even like beer. But, once you noticed how Connor's home bar was filled with this particular brand, you made sure to always have a pack in your fridge for him. You smiled to yourself, for the first time that day, simply because you were reminded how much Connor had taken over your life, in all the best ways.

"What?" Connor couldn't help the smile that was fighting its way onto his face from your expression. He could feel his heart skip a beat as he got comfortable in his spot on your couch.

"I hate beer."

He rolled his eyes, "I'm well aware."

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adelphenium · 11 days

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favourite davo pic feat. poor matthew tkitty tkat..

#a puppy is the least squirmiest thing to hold like . i cannot imagine the chaos that would be connor + cat #connor mcdavid #matthew tkachuk #hockey art #pawkey art #yjart #tkitty tkats #hrpf #hockey rpf

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19871997 · 14 days

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2015 draft class continue to be inexplicably connected in mysterious ways (mm16 and cmd both being the first male victims of misogyny) (mitch marner being told to smile more by toronto media connor mcdavid being asked at age 26 about his worry for his biological clock)

#connor mcdavid #mitch marner #the biological clock interview always makes me laugh imagine ur team just got kicked out of the pmayoffs and jerry from sportsnet wants to #mnow if you think youre about to enter menopause at your physical prime.

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bedsyandco · 6 months

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exposed | gretzky!daughter x c. mcdavid

note: THIS IS PURELY FICTION. I was bored, took this idea and sprinted with it. Idk what this is😭 but hopefully you can get some enjoyment out of it. I couldn't find good quality clips of wayne on the tnt panel so...excuse the bad quality <3

summary: in which Wayne Gretzky accidentally confirms rumours and exposes his own daughter's relationship.

hockey.news.daily

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hockey.news.daily: Wayne Gretzky's daughter, Winter, and Connor McDavid spotted together after the game last night. Credit to the fan who sent these in.

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user21: they look cozy👀

user28: we're just taking photos of hockey players without them knowing now?

user22: its been happening a while now. I mean he is the best hockey player in the world, that comes with a lot of attention

user28: still not okay. he's not some A-list celebrity, they're normal people.

user90: this was news worthy because?

user11: greatest player of all time's daugther and Connor McDavid dating? big news in the hockey community

user77: there's no proof that they're dating, people are just speculating based on nothing

oilersfan9729: she has a name, let's use it. she's more than just Wayne Gretzky's daughter. Winter is a valueable member of the Oilers organization and whether or not she's dating Connor is none of our business.

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oilersfan97: leon is just out here liking comments💀

user20: the fact that he's proabably laughing at all these comments because he 100% knows whether it's true or not

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hockey.news.daily: On the TNT broadcast tuesday night, Wayne Gretzky was on the panel, and they were discussing players' set ups at home. He was asked if he's ever been in Connor's shooting room and how it compared to his own. Swipe to see what he had to say.

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user47: what part did he "out" their relationship?

user33: the part where he said "Winnie and Connor's house" as in they live together. share a house.

user47: doesn't mean they're dating though. they could be roomates. saving money by not living alone

user33: i don't think either of them are short on cash😭

user40: they probably shower together too, yk to save water and all that💀

waynegretzky: oops.

user00: LMAO 😭

hockeyfan22: people still didn't know about this? I thought it was well known after Leon practically confirmed it by liking a thousand comments on that other post.

oilerfan: anyone else wanna see McDavid's shooting room now?

user11: can you imagine they have a kid? Gretzky-McDavid? Insane.

user88: poor kid. would never be able to live up to the expectations that come with a last name like that.

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connormcdavid: guess the cat's out of the bag🤍❤️

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leondraisaitl: finally. only took you 4 years to make it public

user44: they've been dating for 4 years??!

user55: if they've been dating since 2019, it's absolutely insane that it stayed hidden that long

wintergretzky: 🤍

connormcdavid: ❤️

tysonbarrie: congratualations guys 🩷

mitchmarner: hardest secret I ever had to keep

user55: there's no way mitch knew. he is incapable of keeping his mouth shut. and for 4 years? there's no way

user22: he definitely ran to tell Auston the second he found out

user13: how'd he even know?

user90: him and Winter follow each other and I think they're pretty good friends. she's proabably been posting pictures of her and Connor together this whole time since her account is private

user31: happiest I've ever seen Connor

user11: right? they're super cute

#connor mcdavid x reader #connor mcdavid fic #hockey blurb #nhl blurb #hockey fic #nhl fic #hockey imagine

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toasttt11 · 2 months

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august x quinn

5”6 gf x 5”11 bf

morning person x morning person

loves the cold gf x loves the warm bf

loves baking girl x loves cooking boy

quiet girl x quieter boy

hockey player x hockey player

captain x captian

introvert x introvert

invisible string x invisible string

youngest sibling x oldest sibling

he fell first x she fell harder

loves the outdoors x loves the outdoors

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lfghughes · 11 months

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ok but hear me out, imagine McDavid's younger sister dating Matthew Tkachuk

a/n: i loved this concept and idk why but i just see connor being a very overprotective brother.

“I just don’t get why you’re moving here, why would you want to move when you can stay closer to your family?” You should have known that telling Connor your plans would have gone this way. He had always been the protective older brother but the minute you had really entered the dating world he had only gotten worse. It didn’t get any better when you started dating Matthew Tkachuk and even though they had no problems beforehand now Connor liked making problems simply because you were his baby sister.

“Maybe because my boyfriend lives here and flying back and forth is tiring. I finished school this past semester there’s nothing really keeping me there.” You told him and you knew the minute the words left your mouth it was. “Except your family.” There it was, you weren’t sure why he had to make this a picking game.

He had willingly come down to Florida to watch the Eastern Conference Final with you and spend some time here with Matthew and his family. For some reason you had thought now would be a good time to spring this information on him, something you and Matthew had talked about for months now but was actually close to becoming a reality. “Connor, you’re my big brother and I appreciate you but I’m not a baby anymore.” You warned him because you knew this wasn’t about just the moving.

“It’s just you’re my baby sister, you’re one of my best friends and now you start dating this guy and you’re just leaving.” You knew Matthew would be home soon, he had just gone to grab some takeout food for all of you and you wanted to get everything cleared up before he got back. “We’ve been together for a year this isn’t sudden.” You pointed out and he gave you a big sigh, nodding his head and you knew it was finally hitting him that he was being unreasonable.

At that same moment you heard the door open and in came your boyfriend with what seemed like enough food to feed the whole apartment complex. “I got a little bit of everything for us.” He told you as he set everything on the table. “Babe, there’s three of us.” A laugh left your lips as he gave you a quick kiss to the top of your head, the way he always greeted you regardless of how long it had been since the last time he saw you.

You all sat down at the table, grabbing different containers of food and enjoying the deliciousness of it. Connor took this time to finally speak up. “So Matthew, I heard my sister was planning on moving down here with you.” Your stomach did a flip because was he about to just freak out on your boyfriend about this. “Yeah, we talked about it but we also thought that for the summers and off season we could go up there to spend time with your family and mine.”

That was one thing you hadn’t mentioned to Connor because of the way he had originally reacted but you could tell what Matthew had said was enough to soften the whole blow of you moving away from your family. “Well, I guess all I can say is you better take care of her and don’t think that next season I’ll take it easy on you just because you’re dating my sister.”

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i was gonna watch the vgk-dal game to bandwagon the stars but then i realized that if i have to see hertl in that jersey even once it's literally my last day, and also mike grier's last day, on planet earth, so.

#KELLY MCCRIMMON I HOPE THE CEILING FAN FALLS ON U #pulling a dq and telling people to just throw me off a bridge honestly #i usually try to have a value-neutral position on teams idc abt but the hertl trade made me blacklist every possible variation of the #team's name and lb and every associated tag so. sorry. lol coming out of my cage and i'm not doing fine #i wrote robo/nick s instead #2.3k and nothing happens in it #they literally go drink boba and yearn for manju but the manju shop is closed #also have been given some valuable feedback. there are cities in which people recognize hockey players in the wild?? that happens in #quebec??? god imagine seeing and recognizing nick suzuki in the grocery store i would just leave #imagine seeing a shark in the grocery store i would not even notice i'd just be like get out of my way you're blocking the kombucha #so i have to do some rewriting anyway bc a chunk of the fic is like has nick suzuki ever been recognized in his life. answer: yes!!!#i assume robo is not being recognized by non-hockey fans anyway lol dallas has american football baseball and basketball #the city got other concerns #i always laugh when canadians are like isn't hockey one of your big four sports 🤨#i'm like. tiers of american sports: 1: college basketball and college football. 2: football basketball and baseball. 2.5: hockey #u could put connor mcdavid in a grocery store and people would be like get this guy's ass out of the fruit section he's killing the vibe #i spent 20 hours at church over the weekend guys and i refused to read or answer a single email from anyone associated with church #all day bc i was like i need a break from you people. but people started texting me instead i was like ....#didn't read or answer those either lol #i was gonna refill a queue tonight but a i just spent 45 minutes on these tags b i saw a picture of trea turner that got me in my 🥺#c was writing a touching tribute to manju and hot guys of which there are none in san jose (hot guys. there's plenty of manju #in san jose)#and now i am like. am i crazed enough to have an opinion on 150 posts in one hour??#let's find out lmao #fresno oilers.txt

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sergeifyodorov · 1 year

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The Wheel of Fortune is a card of destiny. Nobody knows what is going to happen next.

#connor mcdavid #edmonton oilers #hockey art #tarot #my art #connor... most doomed of men... least crowned of kings...#imagining having a destiny and that destiny being You Can Never Be What Comes Before #the cody art tag #hockeytarot

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Are They The NHL Power Couple or Just Best Friends?

If you know who Connor McDavid is then you would definitely know who Y/n L/n is. The young captain of the Edmonton Oilers, who is only aged 19, is very quiet about his private life, rarely posting on social media. But one thing for certain is that he constantly posts about his "best friend" Y/n L/n, or Y/n/n as he calls her. If either one of them isn't posting a picture about the other, usually someone else – either their childhood friends Y/b/f/n or Dylan Strome or a teammate of McDavid's – posts a picture of the two. The pair claims their just best friends but by the looks of the pictures, everyone expects them to be something more than just best friends. Even their close friends and family hint towards them being more than best friends. It seems like everyone wants them to be a couple.

From what we know, McDavid and L/n have known each other since birth; their parents were close friends before either of them were born. What we do know is that L/n was born in 1998, meaning she is only a year younger than McDavid. Our first public sighting of her was at the 2015 NHL draft, where McDavid was drafted 1st overall by Edmonton Oilers. There we witnessed McDavid celebrating the announcement by hugging his family and pressing a kiss to L/n's forehead, the young teenagers smiling at each other. As the years go on and McDavid becomes one of the best players in the league, their "friendship" becomes more public.

Currently, L/n is in Edmonton and our feed is getting flooded with photos of the best friends from both McDavid and L/n , along with their friends and family. These photos prove there is something between them but we don't know what that something is. Here are 10 photos to help you get to know the girl behind the youngest captain in NHL history and 5 photos that make us believe that there are sparks are flying between Connor McDavid and his best friend, Y/n L/n.

1) The Girl Behind The Captain

Y/n L/n seems to have her selfie game down pat though as she looks absolutely stunning in this picture she posted last month. It's a simple picture really, with not all that much going on, so the fact that she still manages to look so good speaks volumes. The selfie craze might be a little overdone in most cases but what we can say Connor is a lucky guy.

2) Besties

Y/n posted this photo during this past offseason when the large group of friends went on holiday to Europe, celebrating many things, like Octavia's Graduation and Connor's rookie season celebration. In this picture: Y/n L/n, best friend of Connor McDavid; Y/b/f/n, girlfriend of Oiler's forward Leon Draisaitl; Clover Bennett, cousin of New Jersey Devil's Forward Beau Bennett; Zara Strome, younger sister of New York Islanders' Forward Ryan Strome and Arizona Coyotes' Forward Dylan Strome; and Kennedy Moore, Girlfriend of Dylan Strome.

3) Prom Season

This past May, McDavid himself posted this picture to his Instagram, mcdavid97. Y/n, who was finishing her senior year, had asked Connor to be her date to her senior prom back in Erie. The caption was "Prom with Y/n/n 💕 #4". We believe that the hashtag four is the number of Proms they've attended together. Doesn't Y/n look just stunning though?

4) Talented

Just last month, Y/n represented the US at the Shotokan Karate World Championship in Paris. Her sister, Y/s/n, posted this photo, congratulating Y/n on her gold medals in her events. This isn't the first time she has been declared world champion. The young girl has travelled the world, competing and representing her country.

5) Siblings

Now we know McDavid has an older brother, but Y/n has an older sister named Y/s/n who we predict is roughly the same age as Connor's brother, Cameron McDavid. The two sisters are close, often posting photos of each other and photos together. And from the comments on their posts, all siblings are close, along with the Stromes and the Y/b/f/l/n. If we wanted to join any family, it would be the McDavids or L/n.

6) Support

Dylan Strome, now of the Arizona Coyotes, posted this after an Erie Otters game in 2015, McDavid's last season with the Otters. The caption thanked Y/n for always being at their games and being their number one supporter. It proves her, and Y/b/f/n, have been there since the start of both of their hockey careers.

7) Future Family

Earlier this year, McDavid's older brother Cameron finally married his high school sweetheart, Holly Jensen. The day after the event, the bride posted this adorable photo of herself and her bridesmaids, including Y/n L/n (Far Right). We knew that Willow was close to the McDavids but they were closer than we thought! At the age of 17, L/n was asked to be a bridesmaid for the McDavid family wedding. She looks absolutely beautiful and we wished our puberty was that good!

8) WAG Life

At the age of 18, young Y/n is constantly spotted with the older WAGs; and not just Oiler WAGs! Even though she is not publicly known as a WAG, L/n is known to hang out with Kelly Talbot, Y/b/f/n and Mikayla Marrelli (Darnell Nurse' girlfriend) in Edmonton. But the young adult is also friends with many of the Lady Leafs, such as Stephanie Le Chance, Molly Robinson, Lucy Cashin and Sydney Esiason. But it doesn't stop there, she's also been seen with Arizona WAGs such as her best friends, Zara Strome and Clove Bennett.

9) Adorableness

Posted only yesterday by Y/n, the two friends are shown skating together, McDavid having to hold the brunette steady as they posed for the picture. If you look in the comments of the post, McDavid replies with "Just as bad as last time ❤️" and Y/b/f/n state that she's still bad at ice skating even though "she's basically dating an NHL player". I mean is that confirming everyone's wishing of them being together?

10) Future Mum

Isn't this picture just adorable?! No, she doesn't have a child; L/n just happens to love kids! She is known to be the team's babysitter when she is in Edmonton. This was posted by the teenager's older sister. The baby she's holding is the girl's niece. Honestly, if McDavid and L/n have a baby, wouldn't it be the cutest baby alive?!

11) Potterhead

This summer, we got updates on the young Oilers rookie as he experienced his first offseason of his NHL career. With his first year paycheck, he could have bought many things but instead, he decided to spoil his best friend. McDavid ended up taking L/n to the place she had always wanted to go since she was a kid, The Wizarding World Of Harry Potter. There, the pair took over the Oilers Instagram, doing a live stream as the pair sat and drank butterbeer at the Leaky Cauldron. This photo, posted by a fan, was a screenshot of the Livestream as they headed to the ride, Forbidden Journey.

12) High School Sweethearts

Y/n's best friend Y/b/f/n, posted this when McDavid was in his senior year. This was taken during Homecoming where all the athletes are celebrated for their part in the school spirit. McDavid played ice hockey for Erie Otters at this point, and well recognised at the school, while Y/n was a cheerleader for her school team while also heavily training in karate.

13) Travel Bug

How is she only 18 and yet travelled to more countries than most of us have in our entire lives? Whilst travelling the world for karate competitions, she also regularly travels during the summer with her friends and family, this year travelling to Europe with a group of friends as a graduation celebration. This stunning photo was posted by McDavid last June, he captioned this by simply putting the heart emoji underneath it.

14) Animal Lover

Don't you just want to steal this cute pup? The L/n family pet is a rescue German Sheppard, which was gifted to Octavia by her family after Connor and Dylan had been drafted in 2015. Rightfully named after Oilers mascot, the gorgeous dog is named Hunter. We don't know if L/n brought the dog with her to Edmonton, but we hope that we get more pictures of this in the future.

15) The Look

And our favourite picture of the two best friends was posted by the Edmonton Oilers account its self, reposted by the NHL official account. This year's Thanksgiving fundraiser night was a blast and after his killer rookie season and being named the captain, McDavid had a stunning girl by his side for the night. The team account posted this adorable photo of the young friends, both looking amazing. But just by looking at them, you can tell there is something more. Now it's a waiting game.

We're just saying if they were together, they would be the NHL's power couple!

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