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So Close To What

Series masterlist

Track one, Miss possessive: Jack Hughes

Track two, 2 hands: Nico Hischier

Track three, Revolving door: Will Smith

Track four, bloodonmyhands: Trevor Zegras

Track five, Dear god: Quinn Hughes

Track six, Purple lace bra: Arber Xhekaj

Track seven, Sports car: Quinn Hughes

Track eight, Signs: Luke Hughes

Track nine, I know love: Clayton Keller

Track ten, Like I do: Jack Hughes

Track eleven, It’s ok I’m ok: Jamie Drysdale

Track twelve, No, I’m not in love: Cole Caufield

Track thirteen, Means I care: Luke Hughes

Track fourteen, Greenlight: Macklin Celebrini

Track fifteen, Nostalgia: Kirby Dach

Track sixteen, Siren sounds (bonus): Arber Xhekaj

I’m writing these how i see fit if you don’t like it don’t read it 🫶🏻

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MISS POSSESSIVE COMING SOON ‼️

to try and get back into writing, i’m gonna write a short fic for each of tate mcraes new album songs! once i listen to each song, ill figure out who gets written to each song. i hope you look forward to it :)

coming after feb 21 <3

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new tate album AND canada wins 4 nations?? oh tonight is goooood

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LORD PLEASE PART TWO 🙏���🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Yes, it's very possible, he just looks so sweet, but it the sweet quiet boys that r freak in the sheets. Pls

content warning, not necessarily nsfw but talking about sex... part 2?

macklin is breathless, hands trembling where they rest at your waist, his fingers pressing in just enough to feel, just enough to hold. his lips are swollen from kissing, from letting you take your time exploring his mouth, teasing him, pulling back just to hear the soft, needy sounds he makes when you leave him wanting.

you’re in his lap, straddling him on the couch, your weight resting against his thighs. his whole body is coiled tight, his breath hitching when you shift just a little closer. he’s gripping the hem of your shirt like he needs something to hold onto, but he’s not the one in control here—not even a little bit.

when your hands slip under his shirt, dragging up over the bare skin of his stomach, he gasps against your lips. his body jerks, heat rolling off him in waves. your fingertips trace up the faint lines of muscle, the slight dip of his waist, feeling him, taking your time.

but then—he pulls back, suddenly, his whole body shuddering. his breath is uneven, his face burning, and he’s shaking his head, eyes wide like you’ve just caught him in something he wasn’t ready to admit.

"mack?" you whisper, blinking at him. his hands come up, pressing against your arms, not pushing you away, not exactly, but holding you just far enough that he can breathe.

"s-sorry," he stammers, his voice wrecked. "i—fuck, i just—gimme a second."

you wait, watching him, feeling his chest rise and fall beneath your hands.

“are you okay?” you ask, softer now.

he nods, but the way he swallows thickly, the way his fingers tremble against your skin—it tells you there’s more to it.

so you tilt your head, studying him. “mack,” you murmur, “have you ever done this before?”

his face burns. he sucks in a sharp breath, looking anywhere but at you. then, after a moment: “y-yeah.”

but his voice wavers.

your brows lift. “how many times?”

his lips part, close again. then, finally, so quiet you almost don’t hear it: “twice.”

you wait for him to go on, and when he doesn’t, you press gently. “and…?”

his whole body tenses.

“i didn’t really… like it,” he admits, so soft, so ashamed, like he’s worried you’re going to think less of him.

you frown. “why?”

he hesitates. then, after a long pause, he exhales shakily, forcing himself to meet your eyes.

“it was just… plain,” he mumbles. “like, it felt good, obviously, but—i dunno. it was always the same thing. and i was always, y’know, on top, and i—” he stops himself, shaking his head quickly, as if trying to physically shove the thought away.

but you catch it.

you lean in a little, tilting your head. “and you didn’t want to be?”

macklin goes utterly still.

he’s flushed down to his chest, his lips parted, his breath shallow. then, slowly, he shakes his head.

“i—” he starts, then swallows. “i wanted… something else.”

you watch him, heart pounding, fingers still resting against his stomach, feeling the way he’s practically vibrating beneath you.

“like what?” you ask, gentle, careful.

his breath stutters.

“mack,” you press, reaching for his hands, threading your fingers through his. “there’s no judgment. i promise.”

he squeezes his eyes shut, his fingers tightening around yours.

a beat of silence. then, finally, he exhales, and when he speaks, it’s barely above a whisper.

“i wanna be the one pinned down,” he admits, his voice shaking. “i want to be handled. like, i want to feel small.”

your breath catches.

he’s looking at you now, searching your face for something—fear, disgust, anything that might tell him he’s gone too far.

but you only nod, squeezing his hands. “okay,” you murmur. “what else?”

he sucks in a breath, eyes flickering with something—hesitation, maybe, but also relief. like he’s never said this out loud before. like he’s never had anyone ask.

his voice drops lower.

“i want to be...overstimulated,” he whispers. “held down and used, like—like i can’t do anything but take it.” his breath shakes. “like i don’t get a say in how much.”

your pulse spikes.

he keeps going, his grip on your hands tightening, as if grounding himself.

“i want to be told what to do,” he says. “i want to be touched until i can’t think straight, until i’m begging for it to stop but i don’t really mean it.”

his voice is breathless now, his pupils blown wide. he’s watching you so closely, like he’s terrified of what you’ll say next.

you stare at him, your own breath unsteady.

because macklin—soft, blushing, nervous macklin—just said that.

you wet your lips.

“fuck,” you murmur.

he stiffens. “is that—too much?”

you shake your head quickly. “no. not at all. just—” you exhale, squeezing his hands. “just wasn’t expecting it.”

he laughs, nervous, rubbing the back of his neck. “yeah, well. me neither.”

you take a breath, then lean in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth.

when you pull back, he’s staring at you, eyes wide, lips parted.

“we can do that,” you tell him, voice low. “if that’s what you want. we can do all of it.”

his breath hitches.

“you sure?” he whispers.

you squeeze his hands again. “more than sure.”

he exhales, shaky, relieved.

then, after a pause, he bites his lip, glancing away.

“…do you maybe wanna start now?”

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guys i miss these divas 😔

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Would you ever write for Loli Bahia?

gonna be so real idk who da fuck that is 🫦

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hi divas pls ask me questions 😔

inbox is always open

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to try and get back into writing, i’m gonna write a short fic for each of tate mcraes new album songs! once i listen to each song, ill figure out who gets written to each song. i hope you look forward to it :)

coming after feb 21 <3

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hi guys! here’s a list of people i’ll write for!

paige bueckers, cole caufield, all 3 hughes brothers, nico hischier, jamie drysdale, juraj slafkovsky, kirby dach, macklin celebrini, will smith, and arber xhekaj !

i am open to writing for other people if i get requests <3

stay tuned 🫶🏻

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hey guyssss, long time no see 😅

unfortunately i completely lost all motivation to want to continue the beginning of my writing journey, but I AM BACK

i have many ideas in the works (both paige bueckers and nhl) and i will see you all soon!!

xoxo 💋

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having a cat is great. there's a small little animal wandering around. effervescent

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hi i just wanna say fuck is*ael. now and forever. if u don’t support palestine and freeing palestine, you’re weird. truly weird. we need to keep speaking out. keep all eyes on palestine. please read up and educate yourselves on everything going on. donate, speak out, speak up. be the voice for those who can’t use theirs.

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pookie is back!!! war has ended!!!

addressing hiatus!

hiii everyone!!! i hope you guys are all doing well and had a good summer (it's officially at least to me autumn!!!!!)

so i've been gone for like a month (maybe longer) and it was honestly just because your girl needed a break from all the drama, i'm just gonna be honest. it was stressing tf out and i just hated feeling that way and needed a break. but i'm baaaaaaack!

idk if i'm gonna be back back but i wanna start clean & fresh when i do. school has started and your girl is officially a sophomore in college (damn im old) and i'm gonna be super busy but... i really miss writing and hockey season is around the corner so WHOOP WHOOP!!!!

also i've gotten a couple asks about my masterlist and that will be getting fixed soon (hopefully) but a quick fix for that is just searching up *players name* x reader on my blog and all my works should show up!!!!! anyways, yeah, i'll be back soon

i love you all!

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Don’t let the assassination attempt take away attention from the massacres happening in Palestine more than three hundred people were martyred today

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hey so i’m actually dead on the floor

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guys i see tate mcrae THIS MONTH ‼️

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if ur friends don’t react to ur face reveal like this are they really your friends?