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apologies for asking. i recently got into tennis and i didnt know...

guess ill go dig a hole and lay in it now lol

-dh1 anon

first of all: welcome to the tennis fandom!! 💕💕

and noo! pls don't feel bad! it's totally alright :) when i first got into tennis i also liked him for some time, so i understand you! unfortunately he can play very decent tennis and he is quite talented and can be very charismatic but he's still a terrible person 🙈

but there are so so many amazing players who a really sweethearts, you will definitely find some players to love and support 🤗🤗

if you need anything or just want to talk about tennis (and tennis players) my ask box and dms are always open & if you have any request ideas for a player feel free to send it 🤗

[morbidapples]

good luck charm

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖽!𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝖽𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖽!𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 4,474 words; 24,496 characters

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: penis in vagina sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), fucking on a couch, praise kink, pet names, cursing, art is lowkey kind of a freak here, oral fixation, needy! art donaldson, established relationship, lovesick fools, brief mentions of future plans yada yada ya, reader is also a tennis player.

𝗮/𝗻: hey... i'm ovulating right now so i had to crank out another art donaldson smut fic. i am genuinely obsessed with the man, it's a little scary. but, i am actually starting to write smut more and mayhaps have another art fic coming out soon that involves a kitchen countertop... anyways. this is a medium length piece, not as long as the other art donaldson smut fic, but still a decent read (I hope). Don't be a ghost reader, and if you have any requests for anything, feel free to dm me.

Art loved you. You were always there for him. In the stands at every match, patching up minor scrapes after a fall. You were always there when he needed you.

He craved your attention like a drug, like it was the oxygen he needed to breathe. A bit needy, in your eyes. But you never minded.

"But you always come to my matches."

He had a small frown on his lips, his hands gripping your waist as you stood in front of him, your hands gently massaging the nape of his neck.

You smile softly at him and his antics. "I know, but I have my own match tomorrow. I can't miss it."

His pout deepened, whining a bit as he pulled you down on the couch next to him, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you onto his lap, making you straddle his thighs.

"But you're my good luck charm," he whined again, burying his head in the crook of your neck, lips planting gentle kisses over your skin.

Your breath hitches slightly at the feeling of his lips against your skin, but you still manage to speak. "Y- you don't need luck. You're a good player, baby."

He continues kissing, moving upwards to the spot on your neck that he knew you loved, his hands running up your thighs, slowly but teasingly.

"Sure, I don't need luck, but I want it," he mumbled against your skin, his hands now slipping under the hem of your shirt, calloused fingers tracing patterns along your sides.

Your head instinctively tilts back to give him better access to your neck, as you struggle to focus on anything other than Art's mouth pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to your skin. "Are we really... talking about this right now? It's hard to... think rationally right now."

His lips curved into a smirk as he nipped at a sensitive spot on your neck, knowing full well the effect he was having on you. His hands continued to wander, moving higher on your sides, thumbs gently rubbing over your ribs.

"Thinking never got anyone anything, sweetheart," he whispered, his warm breath against your skin doing nothing to help your current state of arousal.

His lips slowly make their way to your ear, his mouth nipping at the lobe before he spoke again.

"Besides, thinking is overrated. You should just 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭."

With that, his hands found your waist again, and in a swift motion he had you pinned against the couch, his body hovering over yours as he looked down at you with darkened eyes.

His mouth continued its work down your neck, moving along your jaw until he reached your lips, his mouth claiming your own in a deep, passionate kiss.

Art shifts, trapping your legs between his as he grinded his hips against yours, a low growl escaping him as he continued to devour your mouth.

You gasp into his mouth at the sensation, hands holding onto the side of his stomach. You're breathless, hungry for him.

He takes advantage of your gasp, tilting your head back to deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth and exploring every inch of you.

His hands move lower, finding the hem of your shirt and starting to tug at the fabric. He breaks the kiss to pull the shirt over your head, tossing it aside before his eyes roamed over your exposed skin.

He leaned down, his mouth returning to your neck, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses down your collarbone and between your breasts.

"You taste so good," be murmured, his fingers tracing over the lace of your bra, teasing you as he moved lower to your stomach.

His hands went back to your hips, holding you in place as he continued to shower your skin with kisses. He moved down your stomach, his lips tracing the lines of defined muscles, marking you as his own.

He could feel you squirming under him, your breathing becoming ragged, and he couldn't help but smirk against your skin. He loved having you like this, all flushed and needy, completely at his mercy.

Art's hands moved behind your back, easily finding the clasp of your bra and freeing you from the lace. He pulled away from your stomach to look at you, his eyes roaming over your exposed chest, a hungry glint in his gaze.

"So beautiful," he whispered, his calloused fingers gently tracing the curves of your body. The way he was looking at you made you feel exposed. Vulnerable. It was something only he could make you feel. You were okay with that.

His mouth was on you again, his lips attaching to one of your breasts, teasing and pinching your sensitive flesh. His teeth latch on to your pebbled nipple, nibbling on the hardened bud.

He heard you moan, the sound going straight to his groin, making him grind against you again, trying to get some friction.

He pulled away, his breath hot on your skin as he spoke. "You like that, sweetheart?"

He watched as you tried to nod, your eyes half-lidded, your body arching up against his touch.

He chuckled under his breath, his thumb and forefinger gently pinching your nipple.

"Use your words, baby."

You bite your lip slightly, trying to form a coherent thought, chest flushed and littered with love bites, gaze hazy as you look at him. "Y- fuck, yes-"

He smiled at your response, pleased with the sound of your voice as you spoke.

"That's a good girl," he murmured, his mouth continuing its journey down your stomach, his teeth nipping at the skin.

He moved lower, his lips trailing over the waistband of your sweatpants, his hands pushing the fabric down your legs.

He sat back for a moment, his eyes roaming over your body, taking in the sight of you sprawled out on the couch, completely exposed to him.

He smirked, his tongue poking out to wet his lips as he leaned back down, his mouth attaching to the inside of your thigh.

He left a trail of kisses up your thigh, his teeth gently biting at the sensitive skin. His hands held your hips down, keeping you in place as he slowly but surely made his way to your core.

He inhaled deeply, the scent of you driving him on as his tongue slowly traced over your folds, tasting you. He'd thought about being mean, teasing you, but his own desire overruled that thought process.

He heard you gasp, your body arching against his mouth, and he couldn't help but smirk against you, knowing how wet you were for him.

He continued to explore you with his mouth, his tongue swirling and tasting as he found the spots that made you moan and jerk against him. His hands kept you in place, his strong fingers gripping your hips as he worked you into a frenzy.

You felt like you were floating, the pleasure making your head spin. God, he was fucking good at this.

One of your hands grips his hair, while the other squeezes your breast, giving you that extra stimulation. Your head lolls back against the couch, half delirious and hazy, as you let out needy whines and moans.

"Art- Art, fuck- s' good... so good..."

His mouth never left its place between your legs as he heard you call his name, the sound going straight to his cock. He hummed against you, the vibrations against your sensitive cunt making you squirm even more, your hand in his hair tugging at the locks.

He pulled away for a moment, his mouth slick and shiny with your arousal as he looked up at you.

"That's right, sweetheart. You're being so good for me," he purred, his voice gravelly and low from arousal.

His mouth returned to you, his tongue picking up its pace as he devoured you. He could feel you getting closer, your body tensing, moans growing louder and more frequent.

He held you down even more, his fingers gripping your hips almost painfully as he pressed you into the couch, his mouth never stopping its relentless assault.

Your moans are rising in pitch, voicing his name repeatedly like a prayer. Your cunt is clenching around his tongue, and your chest is heaving up and down. You're going to cum very soon, and he knows it.

He could feel you getting closer, your body practically shaking with need. He doubled his efforts, his tongue working overtime as he pushed you higher and higher.

He looked up at you, watching the expressions of ecstasy on your face as he brought you right to the edge.

"That's it, that's my girl. Come for me," he growled against you.

His words combined with his tongue send you careening into your peak, hips canting up, core clenching, moaning his name almost pornographically.

"Oh, god- fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck- s' good to me, Art-"

He keeps mouthing at you through your climax, prolonging it by never letting up his efforts. He loved this, the feeling of you coming undone under him, the sound of his name leaving your lips in between gasps and moans.

He pulled away once he was sure you were spent, but he couldn't help but tease you just a bit more, his tongue darting out to swipe up the last bit of your arousal.

You whine, hips twitching at the overstimulation. Your gaze is hazy, lips bitten, eyes dilated, as your head tilts back against the couch, half delirious from your orgasm.

He watches you for a moment, a satisfied smirk on his face as he moved up your body, gently pressing a kiss to your stomach before capturing your lips in a deep, possessive kiss.

He pulls back to look at you again, his hand cupping your face.

"You're so pretty like this," he murmured, his thumb tracing your bottom lip where it was bitten red.

As Art's thumb presses into your mouth, your tongue darts out to trace it. He swallows hard as he slips his middle and ring finger into your mouth, and you keep eye contact with him as you suck on his digits, eyes blown wide with desire.

He watches you intently, the way your lips wrap around his fingers and your tongue swirls around them nearly making him shiver in anticipation.

He leans forward, his mouth hovering over your ear as he speaks, his voice low and seductive.

"You look so good with your mouth full, sweetheart."

You moan around his fingers, tongue still coating his fingers with saliva. You've always been a sucker for praise, especially from him.

He chuckles quietly at your response, his eyes darkened with lust as he watches you take his fingers deeper into your mouth.

"You like that, don't you? You like it when I tell you how good you are?"

He pushes his fingers deeper, his other hand holding the side of your neck, thumb rubbing over the skin gently.

You moan again, eyes fluttering. You both have a heavy oral fixation, you know it, and he knows it, too. Your hands go down to his jeans, fingers grazing over his erection. You want to please him, too, just as he had done for you.

He can feel your hand on his jeans, the gesture not going unnoticed as he sees your eyes flutter. He growls lowly, the sound somewhere between a laugh and a moan.

"You want to take care of me too, sweetheart? You want to show me how good you can be for me?"

You whine, needy and uninhibited. You want to make him feel good, too. Your mind is fuzzy with only one thing, him.

He smirks faintly, watching you get lost in the feeling, the sound of your whine making his cock twitch inside the denim confines.

"Alright, baby," he purrs, taking his fingers out of your mouth and gently lifting your chin with his hand.

"You know what to do, don't you?"

You're quick to discard him of his jeans and shirt, and underwear, as you lightly push him back on the couch, his legs spread. You settle in between his legs, on your knees on the floor, sucking and biting the skin of his thighs and hipbones, your slender hands pressing down gently on his thighs.

His head rolls back at the feeling of your lips and teeth on his skin, a low moan leaving his lips. He watches you through half-lidded eyes, his muscles tensing as your touch sends jolts of pleasure through him.

"That's it, sweetheart," he gasps breathily, his grip on the couch tightening. "You're so good to me."

One of your hands move to cup his base, squeezing gently, and you begin to leave teasing kitten licks at the top, the other hand gripping his thigh.

Art hisses at the feeling of your hand on him, his hips involuntarily bucking at the contact, his toes curling against the carpet.

"Fuck..." he gasps, his hands finding your hair and fisting the locks, trying to control himself. "You're playing a dangerous game, sweetheart."

When your tongue runs up from his base to his tip, and flattens against his slit, he nearly loses it. And you haven't even put your mouth over him fully yet.

His eyes are squeezed shut, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his hands trying to ground himself in your hair. He's never felt so wound up, so worked up, the touch of your tongue making him lose his mind.

"Baby-" he gasps, his head rolling back against the couch. "I- I won't last if you keep this up."

When your mouth closes around him, his mind goes blank. It's so warm, so soft, so good. Your tongue is swirling around his slit now, hands gripping his legs as you take him in fully.

Art can't think, can't form a coherent thought, can't do anything except feel the sensation of your mouth on him. His hips twitch, his hands gripping your hair tighter, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps and moans.

"Oh, god-" he gasps, his back arching off the couch slightly. "That's- that's good- s' so good, sweetheart-"

It isn't long before his hips are stuttering forward into your mouth, and you're taking it like it's nothing, mouth wrapped around his cock. You aren't letting up, and he's on the cusp.

He knows he can't hold on much longer, the pleasure building higher and higher, his hips involuntarily bucking into your mouth, needing more friction.

"I- I'm gonna-" he chokes out, his hands gripping your hair tighter again. "I'm gonna- sweetheart, I-"

After a few seconds, you ease off, and he scrambles to get himself the rest of the way off. His hand frantically moves up and down, he's so close, so, so close- he cuts himself off with a strangled moan as he cums, releasing on his hand, and all over your chest, dripping down the valley between your breasts.

He can barely catch his breath, his chest heaving as he comes down from his high, his body shaking slightly from the aftershocks.

He looks down at you, a mixture of satisfaction and awe in his eyes as he takes in the sight of you, your chest covered in his release. The sight nearly does him again.

"You're- you're amazing, sweetheart," he gasps, his voice hoarse from the strained vocal chords. "So fucking good to me."

You look at him then, eyes hooded and half-lidded. Then, you take your index and middle finger, scooping up his creamy spend on them, and suck your digits clean, all while keeping eye contact with him.

𝘖𝘏 𝘔𝘠 𝘎𝘖𝘋. He could come again just from watching you.

Art's eyes widen as he watches you, a guttural moan escaping his lips. "You're going to be the death of me, you know that?"

He reaches down, grabbing you by the upper arms and pulling you up onto his lap, his mouth finding yours in a desperate, messy kiss, tasting himself on your tongue.

You moan into his mouth, hands cupping his face, hips rolling against his. God, you're soaked, he can feel the wetness against his exposed cock.

He breaks the kiss, his mouth trailing down to your neck, biting and sucking at the skin, leaving his mark on you. His hands are on your hips, gripping them tightly, helping you move against him.

He can feel how wet you are, how much you want him, and it drives him wild.

"You want me, sweetheart?" he murmurs against your neck, his breathing ragged. "You want me inside you?"

You gasp, tilting your head back to give him better access to your neck. His cock is hitting the right spots to make you squirm, and that's all you can think about.

"Yes- fuck, please- need you-"

He smirks against your skin, his hands roaming all over your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

"You need me, huh?" he teases, his mouth now on your ear, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin. "You want me to fill you up, sweetheart?"

Your voice takes on a high and breathy tone, bordering on begging. At this point, you are.

"Please, please- I need- need you to fucking fill up- Art-"

He leans back slightly, his eyes roaming over your body, raking over every inch of skin. He takes in the sight of you, desperate and needy on top of him, and it takes all his self-control not to give in right then and there.

He captures your mouth in a rough, hungry, messy kiss, mostly teeth clashing and tongues licking into each other's mouths.

"Get on your knees, baby."

You do as he says, as he places a cushion under your hips. Always thoughtful, he is, even when he's completely feral for you.

He presses hot, open-mouthed kisses to your spine, as he positions you comfortably and prepares you.

He takes his time, his mouth and hands roaming over your back, leaving a trail of kisses and bites in their wake.

He positions himself behind you, his hands gripping your hips, his breaths hot on your skin as he speaks.

"You ready for me?"

You nod so fast he swears you could've given yourself whiplash, moaning softly, needily. "Yes, yes- please-"

He holds your hips steady, his cock pressing against your entrance, teasing ever so slightly.

He leans down, his chest pressed against your back, his mouth by your ear.

"Take a deep breath and relax," he murmurs, his voice almost sultry.

He takes a moment to let you adjust, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your hips, waiting until you give him the okay to continue.

When you do, he pushes into you slowly, watching your face for any signs of discomfort. It's a struggle to not start pounding into you immediately, but he's coherent enough to recognize you need a minute.

You moan once he fully bottoms out, your hands curling into the fabric of the couch, arching up against him. You feel so full, so stuffed.

Art holds you close, his chest pressed against your back, his mouth leaving tender kisses on your shoulder. He takes a moment to gather himself, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps.

"You okay, sweetheart? M' not hurting you?" he asks, his voice thick with arousal, his hands on your hips holding you still.

You take a second to adjust to the stretch, and when you feel like you're ready, you tell him. "I'm good. Y- you can move."

He nods against you, his hand coming up to gently grab onto your hair, pulling lightly to get your attention.

"I want you to look at me. Can you do that for me?"

He watches as you turn your head to look at him, your face flushed and your eyes hazy with desire.

"That's my girl," he praises, his grip on your hair tightening slightly. "Now hold on tight."

Within a second, he's pulled out, turned you over so you're on your back, and gone back in. He wants to see your face as he makes you feel good. And you already look wrecked.

He looks down at you, his eyes scanning your face, taking in every little expression— the way your mouth hangs open, how your eyes flutter shut, the moans and gasps leaving your lips.

"That's it, baby," he murmurs, his hands coming up to cup your face, holding your head in place so he can watch you come apart under him.

He continues to move, slowly at first, his eyes never leaving your face, taking in every reaction you have to his every touch and movement.

He watches as the pleasure builds within you, your body arching up towards him, your hands coming up to cling to his shoulders.

He leans down, his mouth finding yours in a deep, messy kiss, his tongue delving into you, tangling with your own.

He feels your legs come up, wrap around his waist, pulling him even closer, deeper, the new angle making him let out a guttural moan.

You moan into his mouth, as he hits a deeper angle inside, nails digging into his shoulders, leaving half crescent moons in their wake. The room is warm, not only from the hot summer air, but also the heat coming off of both your bodies.

He breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against yours as his breaths come out in ragged gasps. He can feel your nails dig into his shoulders, and the stinging sensation only serves to drive him wilder.

"You're so good to me," he pants, his hands roaming over your body, tracing over every curve and contour. "So goddamn good to me."

He quickens his pace, his hips snapping forward harder and rougher, his eyes locked on yours, not wanting to miss a single expression.

He can't even think coherently anymore. All he can focus on is you. How you feel, how you look. Every noise that is drawn out of you with each thrust of his hips.

He can feel his own release building, the pleasure coiling in the pit of his stomach like a tightly wound spring, ready to snap at any moment.

He continues to move, his motions growing sloppy and erratic as he begins to lose himself to the sensation.

"I'm gonna-" he gasps, his voice strained and uneven. "I'm gonna-"

He's determined to bring you over the edge first. He reaches down in between your bodies, thumb finding your clit, and applying pressure.

You moan, eyes fluttering, lips parting, jaw going slack. Your nails dig into his shoulders, as you clench around him. You're so close, he can feel it.

The feeling of your walls clenching around him drives him insane, the moans and gasps escaping your lips only adding to the sensation.

He keeps up the pressure with his thumb, his own release building, his muscles tense and taut with effort, but he refuses to let go until you've come undone first.

"That's it, sweetheart," he gasps, his voice low and rough. "Come for me. Let me see you come apart."

"F- fuck- Oh, oh god-" His thrusts hit just the right spot inside you, and it sends you careening over the edge, eyes rolling back, voicing his name over and over like a prayer.

He watches as you fall apart beneath him, your body writhing and trembling, the sight of you coming undone pushing him right to the edge.

His movements become erratic, his hips stuttering as he clings onto the precipice, the sensations almost too intense.

"Oh god-" he moans, his voice trembling. "Gonna- I'm gonna-"

When you clench around him again, it's enough to finish him off. He moans hoarsely, hips thrusting through his own release.

His release hits him like a freight train, his hips stilling, his body shuddering with the intensity of it. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps against your skin.

"Fuck-" he pants, his grip on you tight, his whole body shaking from the aftershocks.

He tries to catch his breath, his body still slumped over you, his heart racing in his chest. He lifts his head up slightly to look at you, and god, the sight of you, so utterly wrecked and breathless, nearly does him in again.

You look down at him, eyes hazy and filled with affection, as your hand comes up to gently card through his sweaty hair.

He practically melts under your touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he lets out a contented sigh.

He moves slowly, carefully pulling out of you, trying not to hurt you. He then collapses beside you on the couch, his head resting on your stomach.

"You're going to be the death of me, y'know that?" he mumbles sleepily, his voice rough but fond.

You laugh quietly, a faint smile appearing on your face. "That wouldn't be so bad, would it?"

No, it wouldn't. It really wouldn't, he thinks. You are marked with love bites, put there by him, you're this wrecked because of him. You love him.

He grins at your comment, his eyes drifting up to take in the sight of your marked skin. He feels a sense of pride at the sight of the love bites he left behind, a silent claim that you were his.

He lifts himself up, propping himself up on his elbow so that he's staring down at you, his gaze soft but possessive.

"You're right," he answers quietly, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your skin. "It wouldn't be so bad at all."

The adrenaline is wearing off, and you're both tired. Art can feel his eyelids drooping, the allure of sleep calling to him. And you're not faring much better, drowsy and content being here.

He can tell you're just as tired as he is, both of you coming down from the adrenaline high and now feeling the exhaustion seeping into your bones.

He pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you flush against his chest. He burrows his face into your hair, inhaling the scent of you.

"Let's take a nap," he murmurs sleepily. "Just a little one. We can clean up later."

You hum softly in agreement, body perfectly melding into his. As Art drifts off, he's only thinking about how much he never wants this to end. He never wants to stop having you.

The last thing he remembers as he slips into unconsciousness is the feeling of your body against his, the sound of your breaths, and the gentle beat of your heart.

He falls asleep dreaming of a life with you, filled with love, laughter, and happiness. And he knows, deep down, that he'll do anything to make those dreams a reality.

[222col]

sugardaddy!art is completely devoted to you, as are you to him, until a dm from patrick lights up your phone late one night | 18+

it was tashi who introduced you two, at some adidas party. she'd met with you the day before, pitching the idea of forming some kind of relationship with her husband. she admitted that she knew he needed more than her, he needed intimacy, attention, devotion. things she wasn't capable of giving, her focus was on his tennis and recovery. art was attractive, and successful, you were considering. tashi explained that in return for your devotion to her husband, the two of you would supply you with anything you wanted. "so, i'd be his sugarbaby?" you questioned her. she simply shook her head. "you'd look after his needs, while we looked after yours."

she introduced you to her husband, "this is the girl we talked about." he had followed you on instagram the night before, so you imagined tashi had shown it to him after your conversation. she leaves the two of you alone. you're younger than him, much smaller in frame, you can feel the power he has over you. but he strokes your arm lightly, telling you he can't wait to get to know you better.

art falls head over heels for you, you see him nearly every day. always giving him every ounce of attention he craves. it's not hard, he's beautiful, funny, always doting on you, complimenting everything about you. he fucks you like the world stops moving once he's inside you. you're like oxygen to him, he can't really breath until he's with you. art and tashi sleep in separate rooms, as months go by, you start staying over. occasionally bumping into tashi the next morning, she always greets you with a smile and thanks you for looking after her husband. the dynamic is strange, but it works.

art kept you very private, away from his fast paced life in tennis. he followed your instagram, sure, but you were a sportswear model. who's to suspect anything strange about a professional tennis player following a sportswear model. it's a year into you and art's relationship that patrick follows you on instagram. you knew he and patrick had patched up their friendship, since they played each other in a challenger somewhere in new york, some nine months ago. but still, you can't imagine art ever mentioning you to anyone other than his wife. one, for the sake of his public image, but two, he'd never want to share you. he always asks you if you go on dates in your time away from him, but always reassuring him that you don't. "i'm yours art, i don't want anyone else."

stalking patrick's instagram, alone in your apartment, payed for by art, you see how much he's turned his life around since playing in that new york challenger. art had mentioned that patrick wasn't reaching his full potential while they weren't on speaking terms. but now he's playing in big tournaments, winning them and earning his reputation back. that's obvious by his instagram, he's travelling the world, in style. you see the notification of him liking one of your posts, as you swipe through his. no, this is bad, you think. another notification, a message this time. shit. you have to tell art. does he already know? has he told patrick about the relationship you share? it's late, you know art has a match tomorrow, you decide not to call him.

patrick's messages are flirty, you can't work out what he knows, if he knows. you flirt back. you know it's wrong, but you do it. you think about art's pout as you tell him you're flirting with his best friend when you're sworn to him. you wipe that thought from your brain, reading the messages patrick is sending you. he's in your city for a tournament, you question how he knows what city you live in, it's in your bio, he responds. oh, yeah.

what are you doing right now?

fuck. fuck. shit. it's 10pm, you're still dolled up from the dinner art took you to. you look back at your phone.

wanna meet me for a drink? there's a nice bar at my hotel.

he sends you the address, it's only two blocks from your apartment. your feet are moving you off the couch, discarding of your robe, the dress art instructed you to wear to dinner still gowns your body.

be there in 15.

why the fuck did you do that, you think, reapplying your lipstick. your mind is running a mile a minute. you slip your heels back on, grabbing your handbag and locking your apartment door behind you. art. patrick. art. fuck, you can't stop thinking about art. you still don't know if patrick knows, but you can't ask because then he'll definitely know. you haven't been with anyone else since the day you met art, it would break him knowing you're going for drinks with another man. let alone with patrick. you collect yourself as you arrive outside the hotel, you'd been here with art. you didn't recognise the name, art always books the rooms. you stayed here with him the night before he signed the lease to your apartment.

walking towards the bar, you remember the way, patrick is perched on the end of the bar. he smirks when he sees you, you smile and walk over to him. standing to greet you, he kisses your cheek, "glad you could join me, i was getting lonely." he's in a white button down and jeans. "glad i could be of service then." you flirt, sitting on the stool next to his. your knees touching his as he orders you a glass of wine. "there's no way you got this dolled up in 15 minutes, sweetheart," the bartender places your wine down next to you. taking a sip and giggling. "no, of course, i'd only been home an hour when you messaged me, i went out to dinner and hadn't gotten changed yet." patrick is leaning towards you, like he's trying to read you.

"you're telling me, you went on a date, came home, then came to meet me? that's hot." patrick laughs into his beer. "no, no, it wasn't a date," you lie, art would cry if he heard you say that. "it was just dinner with a friend." patrick doesn't really believe you, but he doesn't push. "so, you're in town for the tennis tournament?" you question, sipping your wine. "yeah, i play my first game the day after tomorrow." you know it's the same tournament art is playing in. "i was actually going to stay at a friends place who lives near by, but boy am i glad i didn't now." his hand lands on your exposed thigh. fuck, he must mean art. you don't even realise you're leaning in closer to patrick. "me too," he just smiles at you, drawing circles on your skin.

you come to the conclusion that he doesn't know a thing about your relationship with art, the most he could know was that art followed your instagram, he will have seen when he followed you himself. you don't know how it happens, but after a few more glasses of wine and flirting, patrick's lips crash onto yours. they're not as soft as art's, he doesn't have the same respect for you to wait for you to open your mouth to push his tongue in. his hand is moving further up your thigh, pulling away from the kiss. "what'd say? wanna fuck a famous tennis star?" he whispers in your ear, he's so fucking arrogant. another famous tennis star, you think. you can't resist him, he's so different to art. art cares so deeply for you, touches you so softly, asks if you're okay. patrick is cocky, only sees you as a girl to add to his list. you can't say no, you know you should but you can't. all you can do is look up at him through your lashes and nod.

he fucks you from behind, ripping your dress off your body as he pounds into you. you'll feel guilty about that tomorrow, art loved that dress. he spanks you repeatedly, he doesn't care that it hurts, he just cares about getting himself off. he flips you over, holding your ankles and pushing your legs close to your head as he keeps fucking you. your fresh set of nails dig into the skin of his thighs, nails moving to his back once he drops your legs down. you scratch the length of his spine, he winces with a smile on his face when he realises you've drawn blood. he spits in your mouth, slaps your face, its animalistic. he pulls out and finishes all over your stomach, he doesn't care that you didn't finish. he collapses beside you, instinctively you start kissing and caressing the marks you left on his body. kissing every bite mark and scratch you gave him. he softens, breathing gently as he strokes you hair. "no one's ever looked after me like this," he states, sitting up to drink the water your holding for him. you simply kiss his forehead in response, his heart is nearly beating out his chest at the sweet way you're looking after him, after just fucking the life out of you without giving a single fuck. you pull the blanket up over his naked body, getting out of bed to gather your belongings. "stay with me?" he pleads, you can't resist.

you wake up in patrick's arms, shit. shit. shit. it's 9am, you check your phone, a text from art, two hours ago.

good morning, baby. hope you slept well, off to my morning training session before the match later today. call you when i can xx

you turn around and look at patrick, fast asleep. you reply quickly to art.

good morning, my love. have a good session, already can't wait to hear ur voice <3

you're not lying. you hear his voice everyday, it's part of your routine. you put your phone on the nightstand as you start getting out of bed. "please don't leave just yet," patrick mumbles in his morning voice, holding out a hand for you. "let me just use the bathroom real quick." you respond. you smooth out your hair in the mirror, attempting to clean up your make up with only your finger, slipping into a robe on the back of the bathroom door. you return to patrick, sitting on the edge of the bed as he sits up now, leaning against the headboard. "i have a proposition for you," you tilt your head at his words. "i need you in my life, i need your body, your kindness," he begins. oh no. "i was thinking, if you were to look after me and my needs, i could do the same for you." you know exactly what he means, you've heard it before. your phone lights up, your ringtone playing. 'A.D' flashes across the screen. fuck.

[yeahtimesten]

18+, mdni / maybe modern!au or 2019!patrick if you want tbh idk but smartphones r involved

you and your friends are out barhopping on the city strip, you’ve already hit three different places and you’re ordering at least two drinks per place. you and the three other girls you go out with are rowdy and obnoxious at this point, definitely wasted. and your shared ‘locker room talk’ with the besties is something so perverted, so nasty. but they say drunk words are sober thoughts. and the topic at hand is something probably every woman universally agrees on.

yeah, dick pics are gross and all, but: “nut vids with the sound on,” you’re cackling at your friends proclamation. “those get me freaky. like wet wet.”

“dude, yessss, that’s what i’m sayinggg,” another friend agrees.

and you’re laughing along. but really, you had never received one. you knew the meme, and you saw the appeal, but you had never seen one.

don’t get me wrong, you and patrick are still gettin’ it on over the phone and video chat, doing everything else possible to bridge the gap that distance brought you. being a tennis player on tour, working up to the big leagues, was something you wholeheartedly supported for your boyfriend. to keep morale up, you even sent him a gift box once complete with polaroids, a spicy letter spritzed with your signature perfume, and a pair of worn panties, baby pink and silk with a lacy little trim. you liked to treat him like that.

and he treated you too, with new panties and outfits he wanted to see you in and other miscellaneous gifts, and good dick too whenever he was able to come around and see you. but when you got to thinking, you realized a majority of the gifts he gave you, were really a gift for himself as well. yeah, he’d jerk off to you on video calls, but it wasn’t for you, it’d just be weird if his cam wasn’t on when yours was too.

another round of shots were had before the four of you were making your way to the next bar, the last stop of the night. and you were trailing behind your three friends, typing on your phone to him. partially because you are ovulating, definitely because you were drunk, and you were a tad bit in your head now too thinking about the things patrick could be doing for you, but you were going absolutely feral in his dms.

babyyy wen r u gna see me next :(

i miss uuuu hehehe

need ur hand around my neck while u finger me NEOWWW

and he’s receiving all your texts with fervor. you’re totally exciting him and arousing him. but hes crossfaded (on tour? smh, but he’s celebrating a win as well as the end of this leg of travel) out with other players that he’s met so his replies are just as desperate and sad and pathetic as yours.

soon gorjus

be there b4 u kno it

cant wait for u to take my dick

send pix ?

and when you get to the next bar, you immediately excuse yourself to the bathroom, locking yourself in a stall, posing with your shirt lifted. your perfect tits are exposed to the camera, and because you love and trust your boyfriend, at least half of your face is still in frame too. your lips are slightly pouting, and you know that detail will drive him mad. and you snap another, but this one is an underskirt shot; you standing up in the stall, with your panties pulled down over your mid thighs, also in frame, from behind at the perfect angle to showcase your ass, with a hint of your pretty pussy in frame. and you send both to him in a photo set.

earlier, you sent him more innocently posed but still quite sexy outfit photos and selfies before going out. you did this every time you left the house basically. it was both endearing and such a huge turn on for him, no matter how you were dressed. your outfit was especially scantily clad tonight, so he was already having dirty thoughts of you. he was supportive of what you wore, and was never really controlling, but he wished he were by your side protecting you from other creeps who’d love to sneak a peak. and he had already fantasized about taking you to a dingy bathroom in one of these dive bars you frequented that he saw in the background of your photos, and bending you over the sink and fucking you from behind, both of you watching in the mirror.

both of your data connections were shitty, but he was texting you that he was heading home. he couldn’t wait any longer and needed to get off to you now. and he asked if you were going home any time soon.

another shot, and nursing a midori sour, or whatever your drink of choice is, you and your friends are still chatting and having a wild time, but you’re having flashbacks to the last time you both were together. you remember him boring into your wet cunt, on top of you, in the back of your car at the airport, because you couldn’t bare to part without one last fuck. your thighs squeezed together, trying to dismiss the warm pit forming in your stomach.

you were relieved when one of your friends decided to call it quits, and since your apartment complexes were so close to each other, you decided to share an uber. as you two waited for the ride, you finally received his texts and confirmed you’d be home soon too and that you two could call and take care of each other. and on the ride back, while your friend is talking your ear off, you check your phone again to see a snapchat. patrick sent you a video.

without thinking, you clicked on the notification to see what he sent. and now who would have guessed, that in this moment, you’d see a video he recorded of his cock out, laying in the dark on his bed, his flash was on. his dick glistened with his spit, as he slowly started stroking his shaft and playing with his tip. in a panic, you lock your phone and stuff it back into your purse, face flush with embarrassment.

your friend looks at you with furrowed brows. “you okay?” and you nod, hoping she hadn’t taken a good peak at your screen.

“i’m fine,” you smile. you’re more than fine, you’re seeing stars. and you’re anxious to reach home. after what feels like an eternity, you’re finally there. you skip up the steps and and climbed the flights of stairs until you reach your floor. the anticipation is getting the better of you as you fumble with your keys. but finally, you’re inside and it’s oasis. your place to be horny and out of control.

you flop on your bed and reopen snapchat, 5 more segments of that video waiting for you to open. you turn up your volume to max. in next clip of the video, he’s still taking his time stroking slow and you can hear his breath hitching, yours matching in real time. his breathing is heavy and loud, as little moans and groans escape his lips.

i fucking love you baby, he says in the clip. i’m so fucking hard for you.

and you’re so wet for him, as you reach down and start rubbing circles into your clit above your underwear. the video keeps going, and he picks up the pace, his moans getting louder. you love how he isn’t silent in bed. he’s so vocal and sweet, showing you he’s enjoying it just as much as you are.

the next reel starts, and he is fully jerking off, his breathing getting faster. you know what’s about to come. him. and with one final guttural groan, he does. glistening white cum leaks out gently, and he continues to stroke, much slower, making sure to milk every last drop.

r u home yet baby ?

he texted you.

- ya

and immediately, you have an incoming facetime. you answer and the camera is pointed to just his face, still sitting in the dark.

“hey, princess, how was your night out,” he asked.

“it was good,” you said. “i accidentally opened your snap in front of my friend though.”

“i texted you to wait until you were home to see it,” he laughs at you.

you didn’t receive that text. but you were just stunned he practically read your mind, that you wanted exactly that video.

“i missed you.”

“how much baby?”

“so so much, i couldn’t wait to get home and talk to you,” you pouted.

“me neither,” he whispered. “i’m hard again, baby. wanna see?”

and before you answer, he’s pulled his phone back to angle on his cock, with his abdomen and face still in frame. he’s moving it around, teasing you with its length.

“i miss fucking you so bad. do you miss fucking me?” it’s your turn to tease, and you move your phone down to reveal your panties with a big wet splotch soaked into the fabric.

“you really were thinking of me all night, huh?” he’s starting to stroke himself again, and you do him the favor of bringing the camera back and pulling your shirt off. he’s obsessed with how hard your nipples are, and he moans for you.

“your tits are so perfect,” he breaths out. “touch yourself for me, baby. i wanna see you rub your clit.”

and like it’s a royal command, you pull your panties down, and show him your finger swirling around your wet cunt.

“that’s perfect, you’re perfect,” he says.

you’re watching each other get off and his mind is racing with things he wants to do to you, with you, for you. and he’s sharing about half of them with you.

“i can’t wait to fuck you again. i can take you out to dinner and a movie, and we can sit in the back row by ourselves and mess around.”

“and you can ride me in the passenger seat of your car.”

“i wanna play with your ass so bad and eat you out from the back.”

“finger your pussy for me, sexy. let me see you fuck yourself with your pretty manicured fingers that i paid for. you’re so fucking wet for me.”

and besides his new request, everything is in one ear and out the other. your sole focus is watching him get off so you can get off. and it’s working, the heat in your pelvis growing stronger, you are about to release any second. you can tell he is too, as his breathing is heavier and his words and incoherent and slurred, he sounds tortured. you move back to rubbing your clit.

“are you gonna cum, baby? i’m going to, i want you to cum with me,” he sighs.

“yeah baby, i’m gonna cum. i’m gonna cum patrick!”

your moans harmonize with each other as you both finish together and you both continue to touch yourself as the tension in your groins lessen. you’re still pulsating for moments after.

“i can’t wait to see you any longer, im booking a flight for tomorrow to see you,” he says, still huffing. and you can’t wait either.

[b0r3dtod3ath]

hello! could you maybe write something for Andrey and tennis player reader? where they know each other since juniors and they end up falling for each other over time, I was thinking about something really fluffy in the vibes of "paper rings" by Taylor you know? :)

I also combined it with a request from @antadogoias from my DM’s:  they met while they were still young and maybe they start to develop feelings for each other but they don't have the courage to admit it, but at some point they cross the barrier of just being friends.

It all started when you and Andrey were barely teenagers, meeting for the first time at a junior tennis tournament. You remember the moment vividly: Andrey’s shy smile, the way his eyes sparkled with excitement, and him hiding behind his friend’s body. Daniil, with his tall frame and confident demeanor, nudged Andrey forward, encouraging him to go up to you and talk. Little did you know, this wasn’t the only time he helped you two..

You were practicing your serves when you noticed the pair approaching. Andrey, with his unruly blonde hair and wide, nervous eyes, looked like he’d rather be anywhere else. Daniil, on the other hand, wore an easy smile.

“Go on, Andrey. She won’t bite” Daniil teased, giving his friend a gentle shove.

Andrey stumbled forward, blushing furiously. He hesitated for a moment, glancing back at Daniil, who gave him an encouraging nod. Gathering his courage, Andrey took a deep breath and walked up to you, clutching his racket tightly.

“Hi,” he mumbled, barely meeting your eyes. “I’m Andrey”.

You paused mid-serve, turning to face him fully. For a moment, he thought you were going to murder him for interrupting but there was something endearing about his nervousness, and you couldn’t help but smile. “Hi, Andrey. I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you”. 

Daniil stepped closer, giving you a friendly nod. “And I’m Daniil. Sorry for interrupting your practice. We just wanted to say hi. We’ve seen you play, and you’re really good”. 

Your smile widened, feeling a warmth spread through you at the compliment. “Thanks! I’ve seen you guys play too. You’re both amazing”. Andrey’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red as he fixed his gaze on his feet. “Thanks,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

Daniil chuckled, clapping a hand on Andrey’s shoulder. “He’s a bit shy, but he’s got a killer backhand. We were just about to get some ice cream. Want to join us?”. The invitation took you by surprise, but the thought of ice cream on a hot day and the chance to make new friends was too tempting to pass up. “Sure, I’d love to”.

As the three of you walked to the ice cream stand, Daniil filled the silence with easy conversation, talking about the tournament, the matches, and his love for chocolate ice cream. Andrey, on the other hand, remained quiet, but every now and then, you caught him stealing glances at you, quickly looking away when you noticed.

You wanted to include him in the conversation. “So, Andrey, what’s your favorite ice cream flavor?”. He looked at you, surprised that you’d addressed him directly. “Uh, strawberry,” he replied, a small smile playing on his lips. “Strawberry’s a great choice,” you said warmly. “I think I’ll get that too”.

When you reached the ice cream stand, Daniil ordered first, followed by you and then Andrey. You all found a spot to sit, enjoying your ice cream and each other’s company. As you chatted, Andrey gradually began to relax, his initial nervousness fading away. He started to share stories about his tennis journey, his eyes lit up anytime he was talking about his beginnings in the sport. 

As you said your goodbyes, Andrey hesitated, then quickly handed you a small piece of paper. “It’s my number,” he explained, his cheeks turning pink again. “Maybe we can practice together sometime?”. You took the paper, your heart skipping a beat. “I’d like that, Andrey”. 

As you walked away, you glanced back to see Daniil playfully ruffling Andrey’s hair, the two of them laughing.

As a few years passed you and Andrey had become inseparable, your friendship growing stronger with each match, each shared victory, and each comforting word after a defeat. Climbing up the tennis ladder together brought you closer. 

It was during one of those long training sessions when you first realized your feelings for Andrey were more than just platonic. You watched him from the other side of the net, drenched in sweat, his hair a mess but his smile radiant as he nailed a perfect serve. Your heart skipped a beat as he hit an ace, and you found yourself blushing, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

But he did notice. He always noticed. He caught your gaze and gave you a playful wink, unaware of the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You laughed it off, pushing the feelings aside, convincing yourself it was just a fleeting crush.

But years went by and the feelings only grew stronger. The two of you became top tennis players and with fame came rumors. The media often speculated about your close relationship, but neither of you ever confirmed or denied anything, keeping your true feelings hidden behind friendly smiles and inside jokes.

At this point both of you were madly in love but were too scared to confess. It was painfully obvious for everyone around you. 

One evening, after a long season, you found yourself at a small gathering organized by Daniil. He had invited a few close friends to his place to unwind, and as usual, Andrey was there, by your side.

Although the night wasn’t very warm, the group had migrated to Daniil’s backyard, the air filled with laughter and the soft hum of conversation.

You sat on a garden sofa next to Andrey, his shoulder hanging on yours ‘to keep you warm’. His hand brushed little circles on your arm, sending little sparks through you. Daniil, ever the observant friend, had noticed the lingering glances and unspoken words between you and Andrey for years.

As the evening wore on, Daniil grew more and more determined to bring your feelings to light. He watched as Andrey absentmindedly tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. It was too much, it was time to intervene.

Daniil cleared his throat and stood up, catching everyone’s attention. “Hey, guys, let’s go check out the stars by the lake,” he suggested, his tone casual but his eyes focused on you and Andrey. “It’s a clear night, and the view is amazing”. 

There were murmurs of agreement, and soon the small group was making its way to the nearby lake. You and Andrey walked side by side, his arm still around you, keeping you close.

When you reached the lake, Daniil subtly maneuvered everyone so that you and Andrey ended up slightly separated from the group, standing on the edge of the water. The moonlight reflected off the surface, creating a serene and intimate atmosphere.

“Alright, everyone, I think we should give these two some space. Let’s go, they will come back eventually” one of your friends suggested pointing at you and Andrey standing in the distance.

The others nodded leaving you and Andrey alone by the water. The silence was comforting.

Andrey turned to you, his eyes reflecting the moonlight. “It’s beautiful out here,” he said softly, his words referring to something more than just nature. You nodded, unable to tear your gaze away from him. “Yeah, it is”. You stood basically glued to each other, ‘it was cold’ you reasoned. 

Finally, Andrey took a deep breath. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you,” he began, his voice trembling slightly. “Something I’ve kept inside for a long time”. 

Your heart pounded in your chest, and you squeezed his hand, silently encouraging him to continue. “I’m in love with you,” he confessed, his eyes searching yours for a reaction. “I’ve been in love with you for so long, but I was afraid of ruining what we have''. Small tears welled up in your eyes, a mixture of relief and joy washing over you. “Andrey, I feel the same way,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “I’ve loved you for so long, but I was scared too”. 

A smile spread across Andrey’s face, and he gently cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear. “We’ve been so silly, haven’t we?” he murmured. You nodded, a laugh escaping your lips. “Yeah, we have”. You felt his soft lips on your forehead and smiled feeling the weight being lifted off your shoulders. 

The next season you came back stronger than ever. You won match after match while Andrey’s on-court mentality improved a ton. Everything felt different but in the best way possible. You continued to support each other on and off the court, but now there were stolen kisses, secret smiles, and late-night whispers of love. Your relationship became a beautiful story of childhood friends turned lovers.

At a press conference during the Madrid Open, a reporter asked about your relationship. Andrey smiled at the thought of you. “We’ve always been close, but now we’re happier than ever,” he said. “Being able to share this journey with someone you love makes everything better”.

Everyone around you, especially Daniil, were happy for you. During tournaments, he would occasionally snap photos of you and Andrey in your candid moments, posting them with captions like, “My favorite lovebirds”.

During the final of Madrid open you were watching him from the stands. Your mind filled with happiness and concern as he was sick for the entirety of the tournament. When he finally reached his victory he fell on the ground, unable to believe that he had achieved it. As he stood up, his fist action was to look up at you, his biggest supporter, cheering louder than anyone. 

He ran to the stands as soon as he could, and without hesitation, he pulled you into a passionate kiss. The crowd erupted in cheers, seeing their favorite couple on tour. That kiss became an iconic image, shared by everyone everywhere.

July 25, 2024

[glasshouses-and-stones]

💙 About Me 💙

🔹️ Hi! I'm Matthias, but you can call me Matt, Matty, or M. Or GH&S, if you want to go off my blog name.

🔹️ I go by any pronouns! I like people. I would like labels, but they aren't a fan of me, unfortunately. Taken by the most wonderful person ever🔒 This is a very queer blog! If that is not appealing to you, leave! Hate will NOT be tolerated <3

🔹️ I write. I read. I watch TV and sports. I listen to music. (send me recs/suggestions of all of the aforementioned things!) This blog is a conglomeration of all of my interests, so if you're here for something specific, sorry <3

✨️Current Hyperfixation/Special Interest: Hockey✨️

🔹️Current Song Infiltrating My Brain:

🔹️My ao3:

I write for hockey rpf, Carry On, RWRB, The Great Gatsby, White Collar, etc. I take suggestions? Maybe? Send them to my inbox or DM me!

🔹️Sports I like:

-hockey (Mitch Marner above all else, Leafs, Caps, Oilers, any others) (I would kill and die for the baby Sharks) (I post ab ANY team and player, so be aware of that.)

-football ⚽️ (Barca, Real Madrid, Spain)

-others (tennis, lacrosse, baseball, rugby, basketball, football, anything else atp)

🔹️If you'd like to know more/something else about me, send me asks or messages! I love talking, especially about myself. I'll answer if I would like to.

dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more <<<3

[dewisnation]

I've been following you for a while for the dewis content but I saw your recent post about posting more about tennis and I'm don't know much about tennis or follow any tennis blogs here but my friend invited me to boss open this year and I wanted to learn a little about it before I go so if you could give me some info about your faves and maybe blogs to follow I'd appreciate it so much :)))

Hey anon,

First of all kudos on going the Boss open, that tourney looks like such a good time, and always attracts a good batch of ATP players so you’ll definitely enjoy it.

Unfortunately I don’t follow a lot of tennis blogs on here because this blog has been so F1 centered. I mostly follow some talking heads on twitter but don’t really interact cause y’now toxicity. But if you want some podcast to follow who are really informative I can recommend

Black spin global (they mostly follow BIPOC players)

Tuned into tennis

Gill Gross on YouTube (he goes really good match and player analysis

As for my fav players, I’m always supporting my American peeps so

Coco Gauff (ranked 4th)

Taylor Townsend (ranked 80th)

Ben Shelton (ranked 16th)

Frances Tiafoe (ranked 17th)

Tommy Paul (ranked 14)

Outside of the US players I also support

Naomi Osaka (she just had a baby so her ranking is irrelevant as she's making her comeback)

Leylah Fernandez (ranked 35)

Elena Rybankina (ranked 3)

Carlos Alcaraz (ranked 2)

Jannik Sinner (ranked 4)

I Don’t really dislike anyone except for Novak Djokovic because he’s a dick so if you have other favs this blog is mostly a safe space

If you ever have any questions about matches or players in general please feel free to DM me, im no expert but I know how it feels to be new to a sport with a whole bunch of rules and technicalities.

Hope this helps, my brain is dead from the late nights so far.

[pastryleclerc]

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hello everyone! ✨️ below you will find the most important information about the author and the links to tagged games, etc. which will offer a little deeper view into the author's head (and life) 👀 if you wanna know more, you can always send me a dm or ask 🥰

name

i have a classic german name which i won't post publicly, but just call me anne or annie for short :)

age

at the time of writing this i am 21 years of age and i'll start my taylor swift year on december 12th 🎂

looks

i am a brunette girl with shoulder-length hair and green (and a hint of grey) eyes (side fact: i have the same eyecolor as charles leclerc and it's the rarest eye color), my height is 162cm or 5"3', i have three tattoos (bound to become more) and a lip piercing at the same place luke hemmings used to have his, i am absolutely not thin but i'm currently trying to loose weight 👩

job

i'm currently a trainee at our district administration in the system of the dual education (1-2 days of school per week and the rest in the office) with the intention to get my bachelor in public administration afterwards! 👩‍💼

places i've been to

the netherlands 🇳🇱, france 🇫🇷, italy 🇮🇹 and greece 🇬🇷 and - of course - germany 🇩🇪

interests

obviously f1 and football, but also: movies, tv shows, cooking, baking, singing (fun fact: i sing in our local choir), dancing, playing handball, playing tennis/badminton, hang out with my friends, going to parties/concerts/etc., travelling, reading, listening to music, swimming, riding the bike, inline skating, ice skating, talking about history (there's more that i can't think of right now but will definitly add) 💛

favorite movies/tv shows

movies: i will watch anything from marvel and dc, the golden age of barbie (aka the early 2000s-2010s movies), mamma mia 1 & 2, top gun 1 & 2, the m:i movies, dirty dancing, pretty woman, titanic, pearl harbor (judge me as much as you want i liked the movie), more that i currently can't think of - tv shows: hawaii five-0, gossip girl (og), pretty little liars, supernatural, desperate housewives (again, judge me as much as you want), bridgerton, more that i currently can't think of

football favorites

clubs: bvb and man city / players: basically all of the bvb squad, john stones, stefan ortega (my friend knows him lmao), christian pulisic, ben chilwell, cesar azpilicueta, kdb, erling haaland (there are probably more haha) ⚽️

motorsport favorites

charles leclerc, sebastian vettel (side fact: he's from the same state as i am), george russell, lando norris, oscar piastri, michael schumacher, daniel abt, nico hülkenberg - teams: ferrari (and mercedes, due to my family) 🏎

artists/genres i listen to often

first things first: i normally describe my taste in music as "everything i love" which is actually such a weird mix / artists: taylor swift, abba, katy perry, the weeknd, ariana grande, lana del rey, måneskin, dua lipa, 5sos, wet leg, wincent weiss, lady gaga - genres: musicals, indie, edm, house, pop 🎶

fun facts

we have a dog at home, my favorite animals are penguins, i have been to the first ever bvb vs. chelsea game, i've been to concerts of 5sos and wincent weiss, i like to build legos, i am an only child, i don't have a favorite season, there also isn't a color i don't like but i prefer beige pink and yellow, the glass is half full when you intentionally fill it up half way and half empty when you drink from it, my favorite quote is "even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise" from victor hugo's "les misérables", my english level is c2, my french level is b2, my spanish level is b1, i once had ancient greek in school, i hated the sciences (math, biology, science and physics), i'm bisexual ☀️

tagged games

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How do you run a combat encounter with a group being split. Last session I(the DM) had to run a combat encounter for my group when the party was split over half a mile of ground.

Should you do group A's combat and then group B's combat or should you try doing both at the same time. I tried both at the same time because it sounded smart but it was hell to manage.

As always love your work

This is a really good question, and a situation I’ve found myself in quite a few times as well. Obviously it depends on what works best for your group size and personal style of DMing, but here are some ways I try to handle these tricky combat scenarios

1. The Domino Effect: Consider the enemies that your separated groups are fighting, and start with the group whose enemy is the weakest and/or whose fight will take the least amount of time. Run through the encounter until either A. the enemy is defeated, at which point the players can either rejoin the other group and help in the next fight or continue doing whatever it was they were doing before the encounter started or B. The players go down. If this happens I generally switch to one of the other groups and either allow them to run through their encounter or I give a convenient plot related excuse for one of the players (usually the healer) to escape their fight and save their downed teammates. (Of course if you’re playing in a more ruthless campaign this might feel like a bit of a cop out.) While one group is fighting, those not involved can take this time as a break (especially if you’ve been playing for a while) to get up and stretch, use the restroom, or just check their phones for a bit.

2. The Tennis Game: This method generally involves switching between encounters after a round (or a few) of combat. This method relies pretty heavily on the DM to not only keep track of both enemy stats in various encounters and the players level of entertainment. For my players I usually switch between encounters after 2 rounds of combat or I feel the other group is getting antsy to play again. This method works best for smaller groups with enemies that are similarly leveled or your players have relatively low attention spans (like mine). Like I said before, this method relies pretty heavily on the DM keeping track of fight details for the groups, so it can be very taxing if the fights go on too long.

3. The “How’re They Gonna Know?”Method: This is personally my favorite and most used method in my current game, because no matter how many times I tell them not to, my group always splits the party in the most inconvenient places. This method basically revolves around either giving the separated parties incentive to regroup then trigger the fight (loot, plot, etc.) or if that fails only allowing one of the groups to start an encounter so the other players can rejoin them as back-up. Of course, this method also has its issues (mainly that the players can also initiate combat) if both groups have decided they want to start combat still separated, I refer to the two previous methods. Otherwise. unless it’s for plot, or just the general vibe of the game, I’ll only initiate combat on one group at a time.

So these are my most common methods for dealing with split encounters, certainly not perfect by any means but they work for me. And don’t be afraid to mix and match the methods, if you start out with one, but your players aren’t feeling it, don’t be afraid to switch back and forth as needed. And don’t forget, you’re a player too! And if you have issues with the split party encounters don’t be afraid to talk to your players about it. The best conversation is an open one after all and you deserve to have fun too!

[deerstar4]

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Hi I’m orion, 🤩 This is my blog

(animation by @lowpolyparrot)

Dni nazis terfs maps etc and anyone who can’t handle weed or sex jokes. AND ALSO TENNIS PLAYERS DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT I HATE YALL /hj. Also lmk if I reblog from any freaks

More about me and fursona pics under the cut :33

If you know any other names I go by outside of tumblr, that’s cool but I’d prefer to be called Orion here on the tungler

26 years old ♏️☀️♉️🌙♌️⬆️

some kind of gender, your guess is as good as mine (they/any), bi, demiromantic, probably poly

I have adhd, a bit of autism, and probably other silly things going on

American from Arizona (mst)🌵

Working towards a career in music therapy!!

I’m a lifeguard

Former touring performer: I’ve performed in America, Japan, Germany, Hong Kong, Poland, The Netherlands, and Lithuania

Trying my damnedest to learn music production (link to my soundcloud in my blog description)

Novice piano player, baritone, wind chime owner

My dream in life is to hear a stranger sing a song I wrote!!

INTERESTS:

Music (edm, hyperpop, indie, rock, orchestral/choral, jpop, dance/club) some favs include Adam Tell, underscores, Former Hero, Porter Robinson, deadmau5, Wolfgang Gartner, Mord Fustang, AIKA, Wave Racer, The 1975, CHVRCHES, Puppet, The Midnight, six impala, Astrale, Vylet Pony, Daft Punk, Fox Stevenson, Glass Animals, I The Mighty, Muse

Gamez 😈 (fps and rpg are the big ones) Destiny 2, Borderlands 3, Fallout 4, Tiny Tina’s Wonderlands, Town of Salem, Dragon Age: Inquisition, Apex Legends, Dead by Daylight, Dishonored, Pokémon, Danganronpa, Among Us, D&D, TF2, Fall Guys, Cult of the Lamb, Warframe, sigh.... ovw 2, Disco Elysium

Netflix shows and movies (1899, Delicious in Dungeon, kdramas, anime)

Furries, and yes…deers

Science (physics; both astro and quantum, psychology, computer science)

Cinema4d and other digitally rendered art

Ghosts and the paranormal

Japanese culture

Space and celestial bodies

Retro technology

Poetry and other forms of written art

Halberds, and other polearms

I mostly tag posts for organizational reasons, lmk if you need anything tagged! Here’s a tag list:

#ori - original posts

#fur - pictures of furries

#aesthetic - posts i want to upload my brain into

#typography - cool lettering and word art

#joak - attempts at being funny

#asks - asks

#music talk - music talk, usually about edm

#deers! - deers

#schrödinger the cat - the cyclops that lives in my house

#currently listening - songs im fixating on and have to share (please interact)

#deer songs - original music

#deer poems - original poetry

#polearm gang - polearms

Feel free to send asks, dms, or song recs👀, it might just take me a bit to gather my thoughts for a response

some more serious things: please include my url if you’re going to screenshot my tags or replies, don’t show me dead or graphically injured deers, and please dont bring up sexual vore with me

Here’s the sona:

ref by @zannadoodles

by @catjest3r

By @popfizzles

by @mo0nsides

by @dnadonna

by my friend @clubhousecocoa

by @extrasentientrat

by my friend @jesterpup

by my friend @pirogieses

by my friend @notsoaverageviiya

by @prisma-bunny

Bonus evil fursona, Onion:

[game-set-canet]

I love Christmas and every year i can't wait for December and Christmas because somehow the Christmas holidays are something really important for me. I love to spend Christmas in a quiet way with my family and every year i write a little letter to my closest friends of how much they mean to me. And i want to do the same here on Tumblr:

Dear mutuals, dear people i love to see on my dash bc you make me happy, dear friends,

my year wasn't easy. There was so much happening in my life in 2022 and a hugh part of it wasn't that positive or beautiful.

But as funny as it might sound i think you guys really helped me through this whole sh*tshow disaster: sometimes with your really sweet and caring dms, sometimes with encouraging comments under my posts, sometimes with very creative and funny asks or just because you made me smile a little with one of your posts.

I love loging on to Tumblr because i know i won't get judged because of things that i do or things i don't do. I know i can be quite ✨special✨ sometimes and i can be really annoying or i don't make any sense. And i know that it's not always easy with me (since i tend to open dms, read them and forget to answer them or stuff like that but i want to say i appreciate every single message you send and i love talking to you).

So i want to say thank you: thank you for listening to my (sometimes really uninteresting) person rambling (and still liking it), to my motogp/2/3 followers: thank you for dealing with my tennis obsession (sometimes I'm not aware that a third of my blog consists of Alcaraz, Rublev and all the other tennis players), to my tennis follower: thank you for dealing with my motogp/2/3 (and Rinaldi) obsession (and sometimes I seem to forget that another third of my blog already consists of posts about how much I love Canet, Bezzecchi and Rinaldi), to my wintersport-fan-followers: thank you for following me although i seem to forget that all the wintersport athletes still exist in summer and don't post a single word about them.

Thank you for making me laugh with your posts, comments and asks. Thank you for often encouraging me when things aren't going so well.

So, to those who celebrate it: Merry Christmas! Apart from that, I wish you all the best, that your wishes and dreams come true and also (although today is December the 24th) all the best for 2023.

Every single one of you deserves the world and I probably wouldn't have made it through the year without you.

Yours, Mira

thank you to everyone who follows me and therefore reads this!

and a special 'thank you' for your dms/asks/comments or just that you are on Tumblr and post:

@waru-chan8 @colourful--bubbles @lxndonorris @bwehdal @andreyrublevs @lewizhamilton @tam-is-blogging @vivalaxnda @melissa-leaf @augustofernandez37 @soronya @ryoyukobayashis @aliceinqueensland @melxncholyman @charlitosalcaraz @thedutchgirl46 @collecting--stardust @racingmuppett @hola-felicidad @kodachromatics @worldchampionpeccobagnaia @ofbooksandstardust @bahattinscar @acrazybayernfan @kuumaasikas

I'm a 100% sure that i forget someone and i'm terrible terrible sorry! Feel hugged! You're very important to me!

[mirrorsmp3]

fine at the club last night i twirled around with two girls but my friend and i weren’t sure if they were interested in me because i thought the first one was twirling around with everyone and the second one was like so aggressive and i was like damn maybe she’s trying to make someone jealous which is exciting for her i guess and then later as we were literally about to go this man came up to me and was like talking in my ear about how i have a young and healthy glow and i look like i’m a tennis player and also from vancouver and he was like how long are you here for and i was like i’m about to leave but then like thirty seconds later i realized he probably meant about the city anyway people are so scary i never want to talk to or hook up with anyone ever like there is that guy from a math class i dropped last year who slid into my dms in the weirdest way and i responded because i thought it was funny and then on hinge which to be fair is a literal dating app i finally spoke to a guy and then he was like let me take you out but i haven’t responded properly because i think if i go out i’ll die and like maybe i really should just stay in my room for the rest of my life or stay in my room except for sundays to get brunch

[reavenedges-lies]

Rea's Taglist Masterlist

Please feel free to blacklist or follow any tags in this list. These are my commonly used tags from the last year or so (I'm still new to the tagging game) including but not limited to my hockey tags. If you'd like me to start using tags for certain things please let me know via ask or dm!

I won't be posting every tag as there are a lot of individual NHLers (and their respective teams) i've posted about (and tagged) due to suspensions, fines and the like, however I will be posting players who have custom tags along with their normal tag.

I will not be posting all of my "_____ opinion piece" tags separately as there is/or will be one for every team as needed, instead they will be posted as "opinion piece: list of team name/nicknames used".

Ask games have their own tags but also an overarching one, as such they won't all be listed either.

Items in lists are relevant to each other but are distinct as shown by commas.

These Are In No Particular Order

”(insert team name here) opinion piece” : habs , nhl draft , isles , yotes , caps , bruins , kraken , avs , tampa , pens

pens lb

pittsburgh penguins

pens stats

penguins tape

penguins goal

rens gdrive stuff

sidney crosby , making fun of sidney crosby hours? , elite goaltender sidney crosby

pens hockey injuries

nhl

my favorite fuckboi , zach aston reese , sweatypits__

back on the pk

infographic

yotes lb

arizona coyotes

starting lineup

nhl dops

2021 offseason

jared mccann , let the canner simping begin lol

1st intermission , 2nd intermission , 3rd intermission , 4th intermission , ect.

judgmental bird noises

bryan rust , rusty is hot leave me alone

i want change

tom wilson , tom wilson discourse

to the power play!

pens lb crew

penguins roundup

generic hockey thought

sad lad hours

teddy blueger , Teodors Bļugers

nhl dops stuff 2021 22, nhl dops stuff 2022 23

nhl rulebook 2021 22, nhl rulebook 2022 23

like pens jerseys make men out of tissue paper sometimes

jason zucker , zuckerpunched

conor sheary , conor shear the hockey love of my life

hockey injuries

nathan mackinnon , yunggnate29

nhl covid 19 protocol

nhl 2021 rulebook,

bad call ref

yotes tape

yotes goals

hockey

round up tapes

philadelphia flyers , im such a terrible pens fan for these boys

nhl draft (insert year here)

nhl awards (insert year here)

NHL Trade Deadline (insert year here)

hockeyblr

tristan jarry , elite goaltender tristan jarry

NHL 2013 CBA and 2020 MOU

wb/s penguins

nhl misc goals

hockey boy livestream

pens roster

leon draisaitl , german wonder bread

home opener 2021 22 , home opener 2022 23

pens cleanout day

kappy/tans aka the new bromance

4 on 4 hockey

nhl hockey injuries

hockeyblr rpf discourse

hockeyblr directory

penguins helm

mic'd up

bonus hockey

bonus bonus hockey

hockey smooches

1d to hockey pipeline

yotes hockey injuries

love your tendys tenderly!!

5 on 3 hockey

nhl suspension

post game interview

starting goaltender

I want change

NHL News

NHLPA

the bois are fighting

hockey is for everyone

nhl player safety

1st NHL goal

nhl free agency 2021, nhl free agency 2022

nhl discourse

Two Headed Monster

nhl related

pens dad duty updates

nhl cheatsheets

nwsl , national womens soccer league

rookie lap

goalie interference

hockey soulmates , and i dub thee hockey husbands

coyotes roundup

hockey birthdays!

🍆 trick , 🎩 trick

hockey rules/gen questions

'introducing me' by ren

chit chat is right

rea answers , thanks for rhe ask lovely!

ren rants

anon ask

ask game

ren is friend shaped

nhl ask game!

look its me!

fuck you guys ill be horny on main if i want

rea is a gamer , kanarenee on ps4 , kanarenee on twitch.tv

vic and rens 2am talks

rens tinfoil hat

rens pets!

queer as fuck , queer as in fuck you

massive blog changes?? , icon change again?

ren watches tennis

rens 3am hot takes

tag games

reas questionable taste in fashion and men

ren has no impulse control

ren rants no reblogs

rens blog got deleted

ren maybe rea on twitter

rea's taglist masterlist

ren gets political

my emotional support mutuals

ren is a petty bitch

delete later maybe?

genuinely angry rea

rea draws

ren jokes as a coping mechanism , for my own records , my edit , my memes

ren_maybe_rea on twitter

theatre nerd stuff

not quite theatre

tape recording

the athletic , athletic article requests

for reference

'pinned' post

kanarene 4328 9852 3365 , < thats my pokemon go username and trainer code

critrole watching

tiktok

tagging this for filtering purposes:

pic crew

my spotify

lgbtqia+

palaeontology

Pittsburgh Post-Gazette

players tribune

queer history

carl the iggy , the better aston reese , carl aston reese

shout out to @firefly-graphics for the page breaks/dividers

[please-buckme]

The Assistant

Hayden Christensen x reader

Chapter 3

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

It’d been three weeks since that night. At first there was tension between the two of you but that quickly went away, seeing as you had a job to do. But today you didn’t have to work for the first time in, what felt like, forever.

You hadn’t had a day off in so long that you felt out of place in normal street clothes, you even woke up at 4am to get ready to go to work.

Mr. Christensen came up to you the day before and told you not to bother coming in, telling you also that he needed a day to himself, “Okay?” Was all you could say before he resumed his trick to the elevators. Did he even remember that night? Of course, How could you forget almost making out with your assistant? Maybe you were just over thinking, you thought.

Being with him that night had changed the way you looked at him. Of course he was always handsome but now you see the hidden beauty and pain written all over his face. When you used to think he was just tired all the time, you’ve come to notice that yes, he is exhausted but not from lack of sleep. He showed himself in such a way to you that it made you wonder, how many people have seen that side of him? It made you smile thinking maybe you were the only one but you know that couldn’t be. Somebody had to have drunk nights with.

After blocking him from your mind for a bit you finished your coffee, threw on some tennis shoes and headed out the door with your roommate's dog, Franky. Franky’s a good boy, of course, and you love taking him to the park nearest you. You bring a whole backpack filled with toys, snacks and some water, depending on how long you decided you wanted to be there.

The park was packed. Going to the park on a Saturday may not have been a great idea but Franky was having a good time so you stayed. The other dogs ran around in circles closing in Franky as you entered the dog park section. You saw the other owners standing all in a group talking but you decided to stand by yourself.

It didn’t take long for Franky to tire of the other dogs. His way of telling you it’s time to go is pawing at the door in the gate. “Are you ready, sir?” You say to Franky but mostly to yourself. When you opened the gate Franky took off. “FRANKY!” You shouted. You repeated his name as you ran after him. For a split second Franky went out of sight but when you finally found him he was with a man. Trying to make yourself more presentable for the man you started to comb your flyaways with your fingers before approaching him.

“Sorry, thank you for catching him for me.” Embarrassment flushed your cheeks as your boss rose to his feet.

“You have a dog?” He sounded surprised.

“He’s my roommate’s. I don’t have time for a dog.” Your words came out harsher than intended but he ignored them and went back to petting Franky. “His name is Franky.” You say flatly.

While he swooned over Franky you directed your attention to his outfit. He had on cleats with high socks that ended just under his knee. The clothes he wore made him look like a professional soccer player. His name was printed on the back in big white letters ‘CHRISTENSEN’. He looked good, really good. He was sweaty and tan. The white outlines of the mostly black jersey really illuminated his skin making you almost drool just looking at him.

“What brings you here?” You ask.

“I’ve been a bit stressed lately, as you know. When I get stressed I come and kick out my frustration.” He’s still eye level with Franky as he talks to you.

“You play?”

“Haha. I used to play. I haven’t in a long time. I'm too busy nowadays. Do you play?” He looks up at you now. You shake your head as you laugh.

“How could I? If you’re busy I’m busy.” You hadn’t noticed how close the two of you had until He stood up smiling, something you so rarely get to see. As the awkward person you are, you once again won’t make eye contact. You try clearing your throat to relieve some tension before saying, “I- I should get going though, Mr. Christensen. I’ll see you in the morning.”

A growl admits from his chest startling you. “Seriously, please call me Hayden.” Hesitantly you looked up at him, he was smiling. “It’s just unnatural to hear ‘Mr. Christensen’ outside of work.” He says with a hint of laughter in his voice. His smile easily has become one of your favorite things. The way his full lips formed around is perfect teeth sent butterflies all throughout your body.

You’d gotten so lost in his smile that it seems your mouth couldn’t hold back words anymore, “Your smile beautiful.”

..Wait was that an actual sentence? You stutter trying to fix what you’d said when he grabbed your arm and gently squeezed, making you look up in shock. “You know..,” he trails off, “I think.. that I have a beautiful smile too.” Unable to control yourselves, you burst out laughing.

“Wow, conceded much?” Why couldn’t he be this way all the time? You thought and then you said, “Why can’t you be like this all the time?” He gradually stopped laughing but kept the smile as he looked you in the eyes.

“It’s hard for me to be this way.”

“Happy?” You blurted out again.

“Yeah, happy.” You can’t help but smile shyly. Do you make him happy? If you do he doesn’t show it very often.

Before you could think too far into it he slides his hand down your arm and grabs your hand, gently squeezing as he did with your arm and let it go. “Meet me at Louis’ bar tonight.” He says.

“Oh don’t know Mr.- I mean Hayden. Don’t you think that a little.. unethical?” As much as you’d love to meet him for drinks and actually get a kiss this time it just wasn’t right. You shouldn’t have to remind yourself so often that he’s your boss.

He backs away from you heading back to the field and starts to pick up the balls he brought, “If you do I’ll be there and if you don’t I’ll be there alone. That’ll be on you whether I drink alone or with a beautiful woman.” Your breath hitches in your throat. “So please show up so I don’t have to drink with a beautiful woman.” He smirks before laughing once again at himself. You just roll your eyes trying not to laugh.

“I’ll think about it.” You say before putting the leash on Franky and walking back the way you came. You couldn’t contain the smile he left on your face. That goofy smile last the whole way back to your apartment, too excited for tonight to even care.

Chapter 4

Taglist: @shads121 @haydens-moles @anakinswhore @anakin-obsessed @princessxkenobi @missgirlnoname

DM me to be added to the taglist!

[ren-is-being-silenced]

Ren’s Taglist Masterlist

This Is Being Changed Currently <3

Please feel free to blacklist or follow any tags in this list. These are my commonly used tags from the last year or so on my main. If you’d like me to start using tags for certain things please let me know via ask or dm!

I won’t be posting every tag as there are a lot of individual NHLers (and their respective teams) i’ve posted about (and tagged) due to suspensions, fines and the like, however I will be posting players who have custom tags along with their normal tag.

I will not be posting all of my “_____ opinion piece” tags separately as there is/or will be one for every team as needed, instead they will be posted as “opinion piece: list of team name/nicknames used”.

Ask games have their own tags but also an overarching one, as such they won’t all be listed either.

Items in lists are relevant to each other but are distinct as shown by commas.

These Are In No Particular Order

”(insert team name here) opinion piece” : habs , nhl draft , isles , yotes , caps , bruins , kraken , avs , tampa , pens

pens lb

pittsburgh penguins

pens stats

penguins tape

penguins goal

rens gdrive stuff

sidney crosby , making fun of sidney crosby hours? , elite goaltender sidney crosby

pens hockey injuries

nhl

my favorite fuckboi , zach aston reese , sweatypits__

back on the pk

infographic

yotes lb

arizona coyotes

starting lineup

nhl dops

2021 offseason

jared mccann , let the canner simping begin lol

1st intermission , 2nd intermission , 3rd intermission , 4th intermission , ect.

judgmental bird noises

bryan rust , rusty is hot leave me alone

i want change

tom wilson , tom wilson discourse

to the power play!

pens lb crew

penguins roundup

generic hockey thought

sad lad hours

teddy blueger , Teodors Bļugers

nhl dops stuff 2021 22

nhl rulebook 2021 22

like pens jerseys make men out of tissue paper sometimes

jason zucker , zuckerpunched

conor sheary , conor shear the hockey love of my life

hockey injuries

nathan mackinnon , yunggnate29

nhl covid 19 protocol

nhl 2021 rulebook

bad call ref

yotes tape

yotes goals

hockey

round up tapes

philadelphia flyers , im such a terrible pens fan for these boys

nhl draft (insert year here)

nhl awards (insert year here)

NHL Trade Deadline (insert year here)

hockeyblr

tristan jarry , elite goaltender tristan jarry

NHL 2013 CBA and 2020 MOU

wb/s penguins

nhl misc goals

hockey boy livestream

pens roster

leon draisaitl , german wonder bread

home opener 2021 22

pens cleanout day

kappy/tans aka the new bromance

4 on 4 hockey

nhl hockey injuries

hockeyblr rpf discourse

hockeyblr directory

penguins helm

mic’d up

bonus hockey

bonus bonus hockey

hockey smooches

1d to hockey pipeline

yotes hockey injuries

love your tendys tenderly!!

5 on 3 hockey

nhl suspension

post game interview

starting goaltender

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✰. — √ ❝ eѕpn eхclυѕιve. ❍ { MARS X NIKE ( !! ) }

“ i am one of the few football players that genuinely enjoy every sport. while football is my first love, i played everything from baseball, soccer, basketball, and tennis. hell, i even mini golf during the off-season. playin’ sports gave me a purpose in life. i don’t know where or who i’d be if i was unable to play. i am more than just a football player — i am an athlete. ”  — MARS KNIGHT.

what is the nike crossover project and why do you feel you were chosen to be the face of it?

MARS nodded his head slowly as he mentally gathered different components to provide an adequate answer to the inquiry. while doing so, he glanced to the side to see his agent mouthing an answer for him to use. instead of using the politically correct definition of the project, as mentioned in his contractual agreement, he cleared his throat and proceeded to convey his own version. “ the nike crossover project is a challenge to all athletes to showcase themselves playin’ a sport that they do not play professionally. it is an ode to the solidarity of sports, as well as a lesson to children that you do not have to box yourselves inside of one specific sport despite what society may tell you. ” after supplying an answer for the first part of the question, he glanced over his shoulder to scan the ensemble of photography used to promote the newest addition to nike’s roster of projects. “ i mean, you see these pictures, right? i look good in every sport. ” the wide smile brightened his features before he offered a hearty bout of laughter to indicate that he was only joking. “ actually, this is a project that i presented to nike. i wanted to create sumn’ that would give back to the community. when i was younger, the only place i could recall that allowed the enjoyment of multiple sports at one time was field day. now that we are partners, i plan to start my own annual TRIP TO MARS event, which will be a field day at different youth centers across the nation. so, to all my youngins out there, shoot me a dm if yo’ city has a boys and girls club, ymca, or any facility that we can use to make things happen. ”

my research shows that you played basketball, football, and ran track while in high school. why football professionally?

“ football changed my life. ” MARS replied shortly. he tilted his head to the side, configuring the verbiage to hone his statement. without providing too many details on the troubles of his adolescence, he spoke. “ i was goin’ down the wrong path after my parents died. a lot of people gave up on me. not that i blame them, but i went years without anyone remindin’ me that i could do sumn’ more than what i was doin’. it took one person watchin’ me play football and tellin’ me that i could actually be sumn’, if i took it seriously, to change my whole perspective on what i wanted out of life. plus, football is a contact sport. it gave me a reason to be aggressive without gettin’ into too much trouble. ” he confessed, laughing along with the sports commentators.

what advice would you give those up and coming athletes who are stuck in between two sports?

“ this is probably goin’ to sound absurd, but there’s a method to my madness. ” MARS released a chuckle beneath his breath following his statement. as someone who had experienced the same circumstance, he wanted to give the proper advice that he felt helped him along the way. “ i was stuck between football and basketball for two years. while i was tryna’ make a decision between the two, i decided to run track. not only did that help build my strength, endurance, and agility for both sports, but it also gave me a clear head to navigate which sport i felt was more fit for me. ” his visage hardened slightly as he began to lose himself in his own thoughts. swiftly, he trampled through a few of his own experiences. when he landed on a memory that he considered beneficial, he decided to share an anecdote. “ my track coach in high school told me that it’s never about where you’re runnin’ from but where you’re runnin’ to. you just have to keep runnin’ ‘til you reach yo’ final destination. keep runnin’ and eventually, you’ll get there. you’ll find yo’ way. ”

while you currently play for your hometown team, the SAN FRANCISCO 49ERS, we know that your contract is nearing its end. we hear that there’s a bidding war between the KANSAS CITY CHIEFS and the BALTIMORE RAVENS. care to give the fans a statement on that?

as the commentators knew, MARS was not allowed to speak on his knowledge of which team was trying their best to get him to sign a contract. “ where did you hear that? ” the inquisitive visage matched his facade of pretending to be ignorant of the rumors of where he would be furthering his career. while he had an immense amount of loyalty to his hometown team, he hadn’t planned on staying in one place for the rest of his life. however, now was not the time to share that with the world. “i dunno’ ‘bout any of that, man. however, i’m blessed to be able to play the sport. wherever i end up, just know i’m on the field. ” he concluded with a humble response to dismiss the topic as a whole.

you may not be able to tell us about the potential trade, but you can at least give us your thoughts on the espn body issue that everyone is buzzing about. while there hasn’t been any confirmation, the people seem to want you to be on the next cover. are you in talks with espn to do the next body issue?

“i mean...” MARS placed his hands on top of the table in front of him, then released a light chuckle. while his social media presence became a quest to figure out what he was wearing beneath his football pads and workout gear, he had been iffy on the subject for some time. he wasn’t keen on the process of a naked photo shoot, though he was assured repeatedly that none of the ‘tasteless,’ or extreme nudity, images would ever see the light of day. “ who am i to deny the people of what they want? espn, give my agent a call. ” he curled the three fingers between his pinky and his thumb towards his palm, bringing his hand to his face to mimic the action of being on the phone. “ if it’s my body they want, it’s my body they’ll get. tell espn to cut the check. ( !! ) ”