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theo-is-dumb · 7 months ago
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Happy Pride Month to the gayest sport like ever
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just-hockey · 1 year ago
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We know you do buddy
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tkachukisms · 8 months ago
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read the last one as: nylander > marner > matthews. she's scruffed but i refuse to leave it out as it makes me cry every time i think about it. anywho | read the other fucked up newspaper editions i've created
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holy-puckslibrary · 11 months ago
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━ 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞. 
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pairing(s) �� JAMIE DRYSDALE x reader (est. relationship) wc — 1.5k synopsis — jamie can’t keep his hands to himself, and neither can his girlfriend. (prompted on this ask)
note — title’s from summertime by bon jovi + yes, this is a re-upload from the main blog (@holy-pucks) since nothing of mine posted there shows up in the tags. if you’ve already liked or shared that post, i would really appreciate you doing the same with this new one :) thx a million in advance! xx 
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specific content warnings listed below the cut.
cw — alcohol consumption/tipsy!reader x tipsy!jamie, accidental exhibitionism (jamie getting handsy at a bonfire bc he just can't resist lol), suggestive lang + innuendo, + general fluffy filth but nothing super explicit really, pretty tame for me tbh 
jamie drysdale has never been so pleased to have lost a fight in his entire life.
he didn't think it'd get cold enough to warrant lugging around an extra blanket (meaning him, not you—he's a gentleman). you thought otherwise, and pestered him until there was one neatly folded in the backseat.
objectively speaking, jamie was right; it wasn't even chilly. he was actually a little warm, if he was being honest, but that had a lot more to do with his wandering, beer-soaked mind than the weather or a superfluous layer.
—and he had a tent in his pants to prove it.
it's his own fault. he pulled you into his lap when there were more than enough lawn chairs scattered around the blazing fire, knowing full-well you fidget when you're tipsy. jamie knows you can't sit still to save your life, yet he sat you across his thighs anyway. and now he—and his raging hard-on—are paying the price.
he isn't embarrassed he's turned on, that's not the problem. that's never the problem. you've been dating for years, and anyone who's shocked by the effect you have on him has bigger problems than jamie's attraction to his own girlfriend.
it's the fact that he's about ten seconds away from pulling your suit to the side and rutting into you in the middle of a public beach with his friends not even a foot away.
someone across the half-moon crowd says something that makes you laugh—makes you wiggle. jamie's hands tighten on your hips to keep you still, but, by this point in the night, his body is too lax to be of much help. if anything, the impassioned touch eggs you on, and it isn't long before his hips are moving to match your mostly-involuntary movements.
jamie hisses through gritted teeth, jaw clenched so tight it aches. "baby, quit it—please."
fluttering half-lidded eyes meet his, clock his internal struggle, and immediately twinkle with mischief. under the guise of shifting your attention, you rub the outside of your thigh against the bulge threatening to tear his trunks.
"quit what?" you ask with a demure smile, your hands looping themselves around his neck. warm fingertips play with the feathered locks tickling his sunburnt neck, making him shiver.
"you know what," he glares. "i don't know when we'll get back home, and you're driving me insane."
"touch me here."
blinking in disbelief, he balks. "w-what?"
"touch. me. here."
each word is punctuated with a chaste peck to his ever-reddening cheek. the succinct affection bounces you in his lap, and jamie can't help but slide his hands further beneath the sandy blanket. at first, to halt the infuriating friction but, like usual, once his hands wander he just can't stop. consequences—and shyness—be damned.
"s'not a good idea." jamie nips your jaw, dotting a line of warm kisses along your neck, stopping once his nose brushes your ear. "my baby's loud as shit, and i'd rather not have an audience."
you swat his chest in offense, but giggle nonetheless. "am not!"
"are too." he smiles up at you.
"i can be quiet," you huff, determination furrowing your brow.
jamie reaches up to smooth the crease with his thumb. you catch his arm and press a sweet peck to the inside of his wrist. he shudders.
you hum into his skin, "i think you're projecting."
"that right?" your boyfriend feigns ignorance, amused.
"let me prove it," you whisper before leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose. with your forehead flush to his, you try again. "please, jamie. i can't wait anymore—and i certainly can't wait until t strikes out with whoever he's obsessed with this week."
jamie snorts.
you make a solid point; it could be another ten minutes or upwards of two hours. his guess was as good as any—trevor himself included. jamie's really starting to hate that him finally fucking his own girlfriend hinges on his best friend's ability—or inability—to seal the deal.
"you make even a peep, and i stop. got it?"
what's the worst that could happen if he indulges you a bit? no one's even paying attention to either of you, anyway.
you nod, bottom lip pinched between your teeth. jamie tugs it free, fingertip dancing over the fresh indentations. your tongue slips out to tease his sun-soaked skin, and it isn't long before the digit is flush to your hot tongue.
jamie's eyes are almost black with lust as they watch your lips welcome and release his finger over and over again. your eyelids fall as he slips into a trance, mesmerized by your mouth.
"words, baby. gimme words," he prods, the words barely audible.
you surrender his hand with a faint pop, blinking down at him like you're already teetering on the precipice. "no sounds or you stop—i got it," you parrot. "now are you going to touch me?"
"needy, needy, baby," jamie teases after stealing a kiss. "i've spoiled you rotten, haven't i? can't even go a couple hours without begging me to touch you... s'alright, i can barely keep my hands of you. 'specially when i've got you sittin' all pretty in my lap like this."
"—jamie, please, just... just touch me already—need t'feel you."
chuckling to himself, jamie mercifully pushes the sodden material out of the way. he nearly moans at what he finds.
how much of it is from the evening dip you took with a couple of the other girlfriends, it's hard to tell, but he'd put good money on it being little to none. no, the damp patch growing in his lap is all you. sweet and warm, and perfectly you.
you gasp when he collects some of the escaped arousal with a few of his fingers. jamie raises a brow in your direction and you cover your mouth apologetically. he bites the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. you're trying so hard to keep quiet, it's adorable.
"—haven't even done anything and you're already breaking your promise," he chides. "how am i supposed to give you what you want when you're already misbehaving?"
"the other one," you breathe. confused, jamie hesitates. "give me your other hand."
you fish his free hand out from between your bodies and bring it up to your mouth. his eyes bulge out of their sockets once your intentions become obvious; you mean to silence yourself by sucking on his middle and marriage as he fucks you with the other hand. your back is mostly to the group, but he's still paranoid as all hell.
yet, jamie can't bring himself to deny you—or himself.
"you're gonna be the death of me," he groans as your head dips.
too turned on to care, jamie relents and slips a gentle finger into you. your eyes pinch shut, teeth catching on his other hand, but no sound leaves you. as a reward for your good behavior, he sinks in even further, until he's knuckle-deep at both ends.
his movements are much slower than normal, but, somehow, it doesn't matter. jamie's thumb seeks out your clit, sensitive and swollen despite its neglect, and he traces lazy circles between deep, measured thrusts. all the while, he mouths at your neck with little concern for what evidence he might leave behind. jamie's sole focus is making you feel as good as he does right now with his half-naked, hot-as-hell girlfriend writhing in his lap, her pretty pussy clenching around his lucky fingers.
"—j-jamie," you warble around his drenched hand, hips bucking into the other with what little leverage you have positioned like this. "—close, s'close."
oh, he knows. he can tell. jamie knows your body better than you do; he's a diligent student.
"are you, baby?" jamie can't resist a bit of taunting. you're too far gone to push back. "poor thing, what do you need from me? tell me what you need to get there."
you're slow to answer, overwhelmed by the sensations attacking your mind from all angles. somewhere along the line, a second finger was added... and then a third. the burning stretch aches so good your vision blurs.
jamie, jamie, jamie—the beginning, middle, and end of your thoughts—jamie, through and though. he's everywhere, but it's still not enough.
"my n-neck," you eventually gasp. "please—kiss my neck again."
your boyfriend is more than happy to oblige. lips latched to the tender spot just below your ear, jamie lets his hand take control of the pace; he's no longer content to drag this out. it's been a long day, and all he wants is to watch his pretty girlfriend fall to pieces in his lap.
your peak is ushered in by a series of pitiful little whines and whimpers, mostly muffled by his spit-stained hand, but jamie doesn't have the heart—or the sanity—to chastise you for it. if he had it his way, his mind would play those beautiful, broken sounds on a loop.
but the reverie is too good to last. it always is.
"get a room, you two!"
a chorus of laughter and vulgar remarks succeed trevor's call-out. and, hot under the collar, jamie's cheeks burn pink as he buries his face in the safety of your neck.
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noprxmises · 9 months ago
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help what game is this from
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v8mpvrse · 5 months ago
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that funny moment when their ship numbers are now 911. hey. guys. HEY GUYS?!?!?
anyways i’m having withdrawals and we haven’t seen these two together since january lol. i’m soooooo okay haha!!!! (i’m not. i miss u guys so bad. PLEASE) (it’s so dark in here lollllll jijiiiiii hahaaaaaaa lmfaoooooo)
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dallas-stars-in-my-eyes · 11 months ago
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okay so i'm loving all the posts about how Nolan Patrick came out of the woods to do a public tknp reunion because he's (not so) secretly a dramatic bitch and he didn't like his heartbreaking trade narrative being overshadowed...
BUT hear me out with this alternate explanation:
Jamie Drysdale shows up to Philly absolutely REELING from being traded away from his (hockey) soulmate and he's not hiding it well and as we all know, one person in his new locker room is acutely familiar with that feeling. so TK recognizes that look on Jamie's face, takes him under his wing a little, maybe invites him over after practice to hang.
Jamie is NOT doing well, and TK is kinda empathizing/comforting, but then Jamie starts talking about how not only is he not with Trevor anymore, but he's gotta figure out a whole new life and a whole new team and TK realizes it's not actually him who Jamie needs to talk to.
So TK texts Patty and begs him to talk to "the kid" and help him out and since the flyers are about to be in winnipeg anyway, NP agrees to come say hello ("but you can't force me to talk about feelings Travis. I won't do it"). And then despite everything he says, Patty sits down with Jamie and has a heart to heart with him and reassures him that some hockey (b)romances can actually survive a trade.
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berabiesphobic · 3 months ago
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I miss trevor zegras and jamie drysdale, 🐰💛🐶
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dvhaime · 8 months ago
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same same but different
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mcgayvid · 2 years ago
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not friends, not brothers, but a third, secret thing (hockey players part of a weirdly homoerotic bromance that is victim to the narrative)
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theo-is-dumb · 9 months ago
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Hockey Colors of Love
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The Hockey Colors of Love...
Individual Images under the break
Red: Patrick Kane and Jonathan Toews, 1988
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Red-Orange: Jamie Drysdale and Trevor Zegras, Drygras
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Orange: Connor McDavid and Leon Draisaitl, McDrai
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Orange-Yellow: Linus Ullmark and Jeremy Swayman, Swaymark
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Yellow: Sidney Crosby and Evgeni Malkin, Sidgeno
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Yellow-Green: Connor Dewar and Bryan Duhaime, Deweys
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Green: Jamie Benn and Tyler Seguin, Bennguin
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Turquoise: Vince Dunn and Adam Larsson, Larsdunn
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Blue: Auston Matthews and Mitch Marner, 1634
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Indigo: Alexander Ovechkin and Niklas Bäckström, 819
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Purple: Mike Richards and Jeff Carter, (idk their ship name)
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Pink: Erik Johnson and Nathan Mackinnon (again idk their ship name)
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🏳️‍🌈
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maxz-b · 2 months ago
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yeah I made another one of these. sorry. this one's hockey and it has monkeys? sorry
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korolrezni-nikolai · 5 months ago
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the venn diagram of drygras and hischier-hughes enjoyers is a circle
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tkachukisms · 8 months ago
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my mind is a beautiful place full of love | last post :)
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mochimarner · 1 year ago
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and i’m split in half, but that’ll have to do
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noprxmises · 9 months ago
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I need to learn every piece of tzjd lore there is to know because every time I learn something new I go a little bit more insane
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