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SCORE: A HOCKEY MUSICAL (2010) ↳ Directed by Michael McGowan | Starring Noah Reid, Olivia Newton-John, Nelly Furtado, and Wayne Gretzky's Dad?!?

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Jeff Skinner - desperate times (SMUT)

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It always sucked when Jeff and the team had to leave for a longer road trip but this time the experience had been downright tortuous. The Sabres had only been gone for two days out of an eight day trip when your only salvation, your beloved vibrator, broke. A tragedy. When you told Jeff you had thought that he would offer his condolences, maybe even hoped that he would offer for you to buy a new one on his card, but what you got instead was him telling you to wait until he got home and that you could pick out a new one together.

So when Jeff walked through the door of your shared house a week later —a week filled with failed masturbation attempts— it was no surprise that you skipped the welcome home and went straight to jumping him. 

The bags he was holding fell onto the ground as he wrapped his arms around you, securing you as you kissed him hard enough for your lips to sting a little when you pulled back.

“Hello?” He looked so adorably confused with his toque pulled over the ears, the deep blush on his face, and the scruffy beard. It looked like Jeff had skipped shaving for a few days and you couldn’t wait to feel it between your legs.

“Hi.” You smiled at him before connecting your lips again.

It was pretty easy to corral Jeff into the bedroom after he caught onto your intentions. Watching him struggle to get naked while you laid back on the bed even almost made up for the time spent apart. When you finally had all of him to yourself again you didn’t waste any time, pulling him onto the bed in a stubborn single mindedness. He went willingly, his hands automatically coming up to your hips to help steady you as you straddled him. Jeff wasn’t fully hard yet, but you could feel him starting to thicken against the back of your thigh. God, you needed him to hurry up.

You were too impatient to wait for him to fuck you, too impatient to wait for him to get you off. So instead you started to move. Small but rough grinds against his strong thigh between yours. He didn’t say anything in response, only bit his lip as he laid back, obviously enjoying the show.

“You don’t know how bad this week has been.” With one hand braced against Jeff’s chest you reached behind yourself to take his dick in your other. “The damn toy died and I haven’t been able to get off. When I touch myself the angle hurts my wrist and the water pressure in the shower is a joke. Do you know how hard it is to be horny for a week straight? Without being able to get off, Jeffrey?”

Jeff swallowed hard and you could feel his dick twitch against your palm. You gave him a couple strokes until you thought he was hard enough, before rising up and guiding him into you as you sank back down.

There was nothing gentle about the way you were riding Jeff, shamelessly and selfishly. There simply wasn’t any time to wait until you adjusted to his size or to spend thinking about his pleasure. You had waited a week to get off and you wouldn’t be made to wait any longer.

Jeff for his part didn’t seem to mind. He seemed perfectly content to just lay there and let you take what you needed. You set a fast pace, fully knowing that you couldn't manage to keep it up for long, but you didn’t need to. This was about a quick orgasm, not endurance. Below you Jeff shifted his hips, changing the angle of himself inside you and drawing a moan from your lips. He was hitting all the right spots inside but even though the muscles in your thighs started to burn, release still felt so far away. Your rhythm started to falter and you were so close to giving up when Jeff brought his hand to where you were joined and circled his thumb around your clit, pushing you over the edge.

The sudden release did more than just making your thighs shake. It caught you off guard, knocking the air out of your lungs and the thoughts out of your head as you fell apart above him. Once you calmed down enough for your brain to start working again you noticed only two things.

you were still sitting on his lap, albeit a little more slumped forward 

Jeff continued to be hard inside you, filling you up completely even after you had come... meaning he didn’t

“I'm sorry.” Embarrassment washed over you and for a moment you wondered if post-nut clarity was a thing for women as well. Did you really just jump your boyfriend and used him as a glorified sex toy?

“Don’t be.” He looked up at you, breathing heavily, with a big smile on his face. “That was hot.”

It took a few more moments before you had the energy to move off him, letting yourself fall onto the sheets beside him. You didn’t want to make the first move but thankfully Jeff noticed and brought an arm around you to pull you against his chest.

“It’s been a long week.” You started, feeling the sudden need to explain yourself. Pressed against him so tightly you could feel your lips graze his skin with every word. “I just couldn’t concentrate or focus and you were gone so I wasn’t able to take care of it.”

Jeff stroked your bed softly, calming you down while you laid there. The afterglow was slowly fading away when he motioned for you to move a little so that he could get up. “I’ll just…” he gestured towards the en suite. It took you a second to get it but between his sheepish expression and his still rather prominent erection it was clear to you that he was excusing himself to take care of things in the bathroom.

Oh that sweet man.

“Don’t.” You held your hand out and when he took it you drew him back onto the bed beside you. “Let me take care of you.”

Jeff was wonderfully hard when you took him in your hand, moaning deeply when you gave him a few strokes. One of the things you loved the most about your boyfriend was how vocal he was in bed, even if he tried his hardest to silence himself. You took one last look at him, sprawled across the bed —curls messed up and his chest flushed all the way down to the trail of hair below his navel— before bending down and taking him in your mouth as far as you could.

You didn’t try to draw things out, to tease him or to make him wait for it. You just wanted to make him come. The need flowing through you felt different than the one before that had you chasing your release relentlessly but not any less intense.

He writhed on the bed as you worked him over, thighs trembling under your hands where you held them open. Jeff tried not to buck up, tried not to choke you on his dick even though you wanted him to. Swallowing around him nearly made him sob but you didn’t stop.  

You ran your tongue up his entire length, from the base to the top before circling his tip. Jeff groaned and you repeated the motion. When you looked up through your lashes you were greeted by a beautiful sight. Jeff was a mess, biting his lips in an attempt to silence his moans and gripping the sheets hard enough for his knuckles to turn white. It didn’t take much more to set him off. You moaned around him and dug your fingers into the thick flesh of his thighs as he fell apart below you.

You swallowed without letting the taste of him linger but continued to hold him in your mouth while he softened.

“Maybe.” He spoke after both of you had calmed down, cuddled up under the blanket. “Maybe we should do that again. You’re really hot when you’re desperate.”

That earned him a slap against the chest. “Don’t even think about it.”

You woke up the next morning with your face pressed firmly against your boyfriend’s hip. It took a moment for you to blink awake, but when you did you could see that Jeff was sitting up with his back against the headboard, laptop balanced on his lap. He had his bottom lip drawn between his teeth, gaze locked intently on the screen in front of him as he scrolled.

For a moment you debated sitting up to lean beside him but the lingering idleness of sleep paired with the sting of the beard burn Jeff had given you during the second (or was it the third?) round last night made you feel just lazy enough to stay horizontal. 

It took Jeff a while before he noticed that you were awake but when he did, his face lit up. “Good morning.” He mumbled, brushing your hair back from your forehead.

You lifted your head slightly, just until you could rest your head against his lap properly, pillowing it on his thigh. “Morning.” 

It was only when Jeff shifted his laptop to let you see the screen that you noticed what he had been looking at.

 “I know we wanted to look together, but I think I found a few toys you would enjoy.”

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — teacher!jeff skinner x teacher!reader 𝐰𝐜 — 2.4k 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — their students decide to play matchmaker before a school dance; will their scheming pay off?

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“I know we’ve been having a hard time concentrating this week, which is understandable with all the excitement surrounding the Snowball Dance, but you do have one more day of work before you can totally kick back and check out,” Jeff Skinner, a high school social studies teacher, says after the tardy bell chimes.

The students are settling into their seats but listen intently.

He continues, “That being said, I will still be collecting your annotations for chapters eighteen through twenty that we started during Monday’s class. While I’m doing that, a sign-up sheet for the Unit 5 case study presentations will be floating around the room. If I were you, I’d grab the earliest slot available to get it over with and be done for the semester. But, hey, that’s just me!”

His twelfth-grade AP Government class meets this with a chorus of groans. A subset of students lightheartedly boo him from the back row. Oddly, though, the ruckus pleases him.

Mr. Skinner strives to create a classroom environment where the teens feel comfortable sharing their honest feelings and have the space to do so if they choose. Their vocal push-back signifies their trust in him. He also appreciates their mutinous spirit because it arose after their deep dive into the Declaration of Independence and its twenty-seven grievances; they were combative but in the name of freedom for the cohort and the individual. Jeff saw that as a Teacher Win.

“I know, I know. I’m a tyrant, and you hate me. But unlike this country, this classroom is a monarchy, not a democracy,” he returns the teasing. “And if you looked at our agenda when you walked in this morning, you would’ve seen that—because I am obviously the nicest person ever—I have allocated today’s class period to independent work time. So, you can complete whatever you may need. That means putting any final touches on this week’s chapters, polishing up your Supreme Court case PowerPoints with your partner or group, or finishing any outstanding assignments.

And if you recall, I give full credit for late work, so long as it's on my desk before the cut-off tomorrow at noon. You’re welcome." Sarcasm is his favorite—and most effective—bonding strategy. "If you're squared away, you know where the board games and art supplies are. Just no more explicit drawings. I don’t care, but Mrs. Benson next door does.”

The class laughs, fondly recalling the fiasco the day before Homecoming.

A couple of students decided to use their free time to create a few political illustrations. While they were historically accurate and objectively hilarious, they were not “school appropriate,” according to the 9th-grade Geography teacher who glimpsed the comic strips as she passed the open door.

She demanded Jeff punish the perpetrators for their vulgarity, but instead, he had the drawings laminated and bound into a resource book. Said book has since found a home on a bookshelf, wedged comfortably between Howard Zinn’s A Power Governments Cannot Suppress and The Words We Live By: Your Annotated Guide to the Constitution by Linda Monk.

In his peripheral vision, Jeff sees a student waiting by the door and invites them in. He segues, “Before I leave you to your own devices, it looks like we have a visitor from ASB. So, please be nice, give them your full attention, and don’t embarrass me. Capiche?”

The class agrees to comply, and the boy, an underclassman if he had to guess, hesitantly walks to the front of the room.

Jeff remembers how intimidating seniors felt when he was that age, so he gives his students a pointed warning over the kid’s shoulder. A few of them perk up, noticeably straightening in their seats.

“Good morning, everyone. I’m Leo, and I will be filling in for Gabby today.” He looks down at the printout of the day’s announcements and clears his throat. Then, Leo begins reading them aloud:

“Feeling stressed this finals season? Stop by the quad next week during both A and B lunch blocks to decompress with some therapy dogs. If you need further or individualized support, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson will be opening up their schedules for one-on-one sessions. Appointments can be made using the yellow slips in the main office.

Work permits are available in the career counseling hub. If you plan on getting a job or need to renew, please submit an application as soon as possible. No permits will be issued during Winter Break.

Remember that your final exam period is not the same as your regular meeting time or day, so be sure to check your portals this weekend for the updated schedule.

Still need a ticket for the Snowball Dance tomorrow night? Please stop by the ASB room or contact Owen Power, the senior class president, before sixth period today. They’re $15 with an ASB card and $20 without one. Trust me; you don’t want to miss out!"

The audience of seniors cheers, hooting and hollering out their delight. The underclassman beams, confidence swelling, and tucks the script away. His smile grows. “And now…drum roll, please!”

As the students bang their desks with open palms, textbooks, and stray pencils, the ASB student angles a pair of jazz hands towards the open door.

“Santa Claus!”

Peyton, the current school mascot—in an ill-fitting costume that's certainly older than he is—materializes in the empty space. He hauls a lumpy velvet bag over his shoulder as he saunters across the room. The tiny gold bells affixed to the sack twinkle with every step.

“Ho, ho, ho! Candy Cane Gram delivery!” Peyton bellows.

His impression is unexpectedly convincing, in Jeff's humble opinion.

“Santa” roots around in the bag and pulls the first set out. They’re paper-clipped together, indicating both were for the same person. “Taylor Zimmerman? Two for you!”

He passes the slips of paper back to the student who raised her hand.

The distribution of festive notes, an annual fundraiser put on by the junior and senior class councils to bankroll the dance itself, fades into background noise as Mr. Skinner begins looking over the pile of essays he collected last period from his squirrelly 10th-grade World History class.

The prompt had been to explore the impact of globalization in the post-Cold War era, and they’re off to a great start. The first essay's author touches on “transnational actors” and their impact on overall global wealth—in the introductory paragraph. Pride blooms in his chest. Maybe someone had been paying attention after all.

Jeff gets through three and a half papers—all 95% and above, but who’s counting?—before he feels someone standing over him.

“Uh, Mr. Skinner?” Peyton whispers in his civilian voice.

“Yes?” Jeff replies.

To mark his spot, Mr. Skinner sets his pen below a particularly eloquent paragraph highlighting how American consumer culture polluted local ecosystems abroad.

The sophomore nervously looks around the room. After deciding his peers were too engrossed in the social politics of sending and receiving Candy Cane Grams and Ice Court nomination speculation to hear, Peyton pulls a slip of paper out from inside the thick, red coat and sets it on Jeff’s desk. It’s crumpled, and the miniature candy cane is barely hanging on.

“This last one’s for you.”

“Oh, thank you very much,” Jeff smiles. The polite expression is meant to relieve the student from his classroom, but Peyton remains glued to his spot. Gently, he asks, “Is there something else I can do for you, Mr. Krebs?”

“Aren’t you going to see who sent it?” the boy asks, all toothy grin and twinkling eyes.

Well, that’s not at all suspicious, Mr. Skinner thinks as he slides the slip closer.

He scans the generic template, reading his name and room number scrawled beside washed-out festive clipart, but doesn’t understand the fuss... until his eyes drift down to the section for an optional message.

Mr. Skinner,

Just like a snowflake, you’re one of a kind. Be my date to the dance tomorrow night? It would make me SNOW happy!

Jeff almost believes it’s from you. Had he not been familiar with your handwriting, it would have been an excellent forgery. But, he knew your penmanship. Maybe a little too well.

His anchor charts were all in your hand; he could see at least three from where he was sitting. Jeff can’t recall the last time he attempted one on his own.

In exchange for mercifully sparing him from teenage ridicule due to his poor penmanship, he handled the construction and refurbishment of the props and sets necessary for the Winter Showcase and spring musical every year. Whatever you, the brilliant and beloved drama teacher, dreamed up, Jeff dutifully built.

Including, but not limited to, an impressive Audrey II, the iconic Venus flytrap from “Little Shop of Horrors,” a life-size bubble for their Glinda to float around in during performances of “Wicked,”  and the massive tire that anchors the dilapidated junkyard set for “Cats.”

He was ambivalent about musical theater when he bartered the informal contractor role, but Jeff grew to love it after a few years. Due in large part to your infectious passion.

He gives the mastermind—or masterminds, props for trying, though.

“Oh, wow!” Jeff exclaims, deciding to play along. Peyton's face brightens; there’s no way he’s not involved. “Out of respect, let’s keep this between you and me for now, okay?”

“O-of course, Mr. Skinner,” Peyton sputters, as though he’s shocked Jeff didn’t notice anything amiss or ask any follow-up questions. “That’s why I waited to give it to you. It felt too personal to announce in front of your entire class. Especially after the whole Homecoming thing.”

“Thing” wasn’t what he’d call it, but this kind of dramatic exaggeration was one of the many reasons he loved working with teenagers.

During a pep rally in October, the student body president crowned the two of you the faculty Homecoming King and Queen. Jeff wasn't even aware that was a thing he could win, and neither had you, but you bashfully accepted the titles and accompanying crowns in front of a thousand rowdy high schoolers anyway.

Later that night, you slow-danced to Ed Sheeran’s “Perfect” under a sky of twinkling stars—clear fairy lights repurposed from the previous year’s "Camelot" canopy—black glitter tulle, and a plywood crescent moon.

The students lost their minds then and were yet to get over it. Obviously.

“I appreciate that,” Jeff says, biting back his amusement.

Peyton salutes him and hoists the sack over his shoulder again. He and Leo say their goodbyes and move on to the next classroom on their route.

The remainder of the school day was agonizingly hectic. So much so that it meddled with his plan to swing by the auditorium where you held classes.

His projector kicked the bucket in the middle of his lecture on the two-way exchanges collectively known as the Columbian Exchange; Jeff couldn’t get it back into commission until his prep period, so he would have to explain how the triangular trade route emerged from colonial mercantilism policies in the new year. His 9th-grade World Geography class refused to participate in the activity he organized to mimic the Arctic landscape and harsh climate, so, somewhat reluctantly, he cut his losses and threw on an episode of Where On Earth Is Carmen Sandiego? And right before his sixth period, some bored senior pulled the fire alarm, forcing the entire school to spend the glacial afternoon lined up in the parking lot.

All that said, it was safe to say Mr. Skinner had never been happier to see his driveway and his dog than he was this evening. The border collie shepherd mix, Chips—affectionately named as a tribute to the trained sentry dog who became the most decorated canine in the Second World War—is waiting on the porch. Joyously, he howls when Jeff gets out of his car.

“Hey, buddy,” he says as he reaches down to scratch between the pup’s ears. Chips jumps up, his muddy paws landing on Jeff’s coat. He begins licking his owner’s cheeks with reckless abandon. “Okay, come on, crazy dog. Let’s get you back inside.”

Immediately after Jeff opens the front door, Chips darts down the hallway. He chuckles, shaking his head as he sheds his coat and tosses his keys into the bowl by the door.

Jeff rescued his dog as he was wrapping up his undergraduate degree at NC State, and the two were as thick as thieves up until a few years ago.

That’s not to say anything happened or there’s bad blood; Chips simply found a new favorite person.

Jeff trails after Chips, following the furry tail and the delicious scent wafting from the kitchen. He makes a pit stop at the fridge to grab a beer before turning to address his successor to the rescue's heart, standing at the stove stirring a giant pot of soup.  

“You won’t believe what happened in my second period today, babe. Every day, I’m surprised by how bold teenagers are. Hell, when I was their age, I was petrified to sharpen a pencil without asking. Their latest scheme wouldn’t have even crossed my mind. Seriously, I don’t think you could guess what shenanigans they got up to if you tried.”

He's met with melodic laughter, a sparkly sound that still makes his heart skip a beat.

“Maybe not, but I don’t need to.”

Jeff’s brows knit together, confused. Then his eyes zero in on the slip of paper identical to the one in his back pocket.

If it were possible, his jaw could sweep the tile floor.

“Guess we aren’t as sly as we think,” you smirk, waving a counterfeit Candy Cane Gram of your own in the air like a white flag.

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Decorating the house - J. Skinner

Summary: now that you and Jeff live together, it’s time to finally decorate your house for Halloween for the first time.

The seventh of my Autumn & Halloween blurbs! Everything about Jeff screams someone who’s enthusiastic about decorating.

Word Count: 642 words.

Tagging: @starshine-hockey-girl @tippedbykreider @lam-ila @tonyspep @cixrosie

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Every surface was covered with decorations. Fake cobwebs, brooms, fabric ghosts, fake spiders of all sizes, and lanterns that gave an orange glow propped onto the side tables. There were large plastic bats for hanging in the windows and pumpkins of all sizes, some carved and some not. And right in the middle of it all stood your boyfriend Jeff, hands on his hips and a wide grin on his face.

“I think we should have enough now,” he said triumphantly.

The pleased look on his face warmed your chest, even if the sight of all the work you had to do was more than a little daunting.

“Where do we even start?” you mused.

Jeff grimaced for a second before laughing. “Honestly I have no idea. Maybe I can start by hanging the lanterns off the porch and draping the fake cobwebs over the railing and bushes, and you can hang up the bats in the windows?” he suggested.

“Sounds like a plan to me,” you nodded.

That, and it was 100 times warmer inside than outside. You could only hope the kiss you pressed to his cheek in thanks was enough to keep him warm, even as he wrapped himself up in scarf, hat, gloves, and a thick coat. That’s what you got for following him to Edmonton, you supposed.

You could hear Jeff whistling to himself as he headed out the door and shook your head fondly. Definitely worth the move.

Time flew as you climbed onto the bay windows and put up the bats with their section cups to the window panes. The rubber detail made them light enough that it wasn’t a problem for them to stick, thankfully, and soon enough you were finished with that task. You could see Jeff was no longer up the ladder hanging the lanterns, which made you feel a little better, so you headed outside to see his progress.

“How’s it all going?” you asked, zipping up your thick coat quickly.

“Lanterns are done and all of their batteries work, thankfully. This is the last fake cobweb to stretch out too,”

“They look great, Jeff,” you grinned.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, absolutely. The giant fake spiders are going on top of the fake webs on the bushes, yeah? And you wanted to line the pathway up to the house with the fabric ghosts on those metal posts, right?” you asked.

“Yeah I think so. Definitely the spider idea at least. I was also thinking to somehow pile the pumpkins up in the corner of the porch, with the witches broomsticks resting on them?” he said, frowning.

“I’m pretty sure I can figure out how to artfully drape them over some kind of wooden crate while you hammer in those metal posts for the ghosts,” you grinned.

Jeff grinned back at you, dimples on full display, giving you butterflies as he always did.

“I’m definitely making us some hot chocolate after this though. I’m already cold and you’ve been out here way longer than I have,” you mused.

“Hot chocolate sounds amazing,” Jeff nodded quickly, “There’s no way I would’ve wanted you out here in the cold this long though.”

“You are the sweetest,” you murmured.

Jeff’s cheeks flared with blush as you stepped closer to him, and he eagerly leaned into your body as you leant forward to kiss him, slow and sweet and soft.

“Thank you for doing this with me,” Jeff murmured, sweet smiling lighting up your insides.

“There’s no one else I’d rather do this with.”

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Let’s do that hockey|| Jack Quinn

(None of the pictures are mine, I found them on Pinterest credits to the original owners)

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Good luck tonight boys!! Score goals and stuff. As they say in hockey, let’s do that hockey 🤪

Also should I be worried about Owen taking my boyfriend 🤨

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Good job on the win boys 👏👏 beyond proud of how you guys played today, and congrats to the love of my life for scoring a goal 🥰🥰

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What Ifs Part 5 || Jeff Skinner

Authors Note: First dates, first times, and some fluff. Have some Christmas in July...it only took me two years to finish this part. Set Dec. 19-20, 2020.

Warnings: smut, condomless (but on birth control) sex, oral sex, mild alcohol consumption,

Word Count: 5,293

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The drive from Jack’s back to Jeff’s had been quiet though filled with swirling emotions. Upon arriving, Jeff helped you out of your winter coat before taking his own off, hanging them both in his entry. With shoes also discarded onto a mat, Jeff caught your fingers with his, pulling you back to him. 

His searching eyes must have found what he wanted because after a moment he dipped his head, kissing you once again. It was just as deep as the one on Jack’s porch had been yet some of the frenetic energy had passed causing the kiss to take on a more lazy, exploratory nature. 

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.” Jeff murmured between kisses. He was certainly right about that because until half an hour ago he’d given you no other sign that this was something he’d wanted. 

Sensing your hesitation, Jeff pulled back, his eyes full of concern. 

“I’m gonna need you to talk to me…” Letting go of your hand he swallowed hard. “If this isn’t something you want, that’s okay. I just…I thought we were on the same page.” 

Tears pricked your eyes, causing you to wipe at them frantically. 

“Of course it’s something I want.” You snapped softly. “But how was I supposed to know that you wanted it?” 

Jeff started to open his mouth but you shook your head causing him to pause. 

“You kissed me in Pittsburgh and then never brought it up again. I assumed it was a mistake.” You started ranting. “And sure you said you’d like to fuck me but I’ve known more than my fair share of men who sure would love to enjoy my body so long as it doesn’t come with any of the baggage of a relationship.” 

Pausing to swallow the lumps in your throat you sighed. 

“And I’ve gotten nothing but mixed messages since arriving here. You tease but how am I supposed to know what you mean by it unless you tell me?” 

Waiting a breath to see if you were finished, Jeff stepped back toward you before pulling you against his chest, hugging you tightly. 

“I’m sorry.” He murmured against your ear. “I didn’t want to make things awkward with the kiss but I should have made sure you knew it wasn’t a mistake. And yes I want to be with you intimately but not to use you. And I don’t care if that’s something you aren’t ready for, I still want you. You’re my best friend and I want you to be mine because I’ve never felt like this before. We can take things as slow as you want to.” 

Squeezing his side, you nodded and stepped back, moving over to where your coat was hanging. Reaching into the pocket of your jacket, you pulled out the box Jeff had given you earlier and opened it. Carefully pulling the chain from the soft padding you tossed the box aside and returned to Jeff holding the necklace. 

“Put it on for me?” You requested, a bit shy. 

Tingles raced through your body as Jeff took it, spinning you around before carefully latching it behind your neck, his fingers lingering against your skin. 

“Does this mean you want to give this a chance?” He asked. 

“It means you should kiss me and we’ll go from there.” 

Twisting you to face him, Jeff did just that, placing kiss after kiss on your lips filled with everything he was feeling. When your knees started to go weak, Jeff’s arms slid behind your thighs, carrying you over to the couch where he sat, pulling you onto his lap before resuming the kisses. 

Though Jeff never pushed for more than kissing with his hands resting on your hips or at the small of your back, you could feel his body responding under you as your own arousal pooled low in your stomach. 

Unconsciously, your hips pressed down against his and the groan that spilled from his throat only spiked your need further. 

“Baby…you gotta stop.” Jeff mumbled against your lips. “Y/N.” He repeated before lifting you off of him. “Not tonight. Not gonna take advantage of you like that.” Seeing your pout, he groaned but remained firm. 

“Go take a shower baby and then we’ll get some sleep.” 

Though your body wanted more, you knew he was right that you shouldn’t take anything any further tonight. 

Climbing off the couch, you moved to go get some pjs and everything you needed for your shower before slipping into the guest bathroom to get ready for bed. By the time you finished, pausing to look at the new silver chain adorning your neck, Jeff was already waiting in bed. 

This time there was no confusion about it being anything but deliberate and affectionate when he pulled you close, snuggling against you to sleep.

***

When you woke, you found Jeff watching you, causing heat to fan over your cheeks. 

“Will you go on a date with me tonight?” He questioned, voice still scratchy with sleep. 

“I think I can manage that.” You replied, stretching a bit causing Jeff’s eyes to flash at the feeling of you along his body. 

“Good. I’ve got practice in a bit but after that I’m all yours.” 

“Sounds good.” You agreed, kissing Jeff’s jaw before shifting to crawl out of bed despite his protests. 

Taking care of business, you moved out to the kitchen to start on breakfast, smiling to yourself as Jeff pressed up against you upon joining you. Everything about his actions this morning had been slightly more deliberate with him trying to more clearly communicate just how he was feeling. 

You couldn’t deny that since last night you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the physical aspects of a relationship. After all, you only had today and part of tomorrow left before you had to head home to spend Christmas with your family. And who knew when you’d get to see Jeff next after that. He’d said he didn’t mind waiting but really, hadn’t you both been waiting since Pittsburgh already? The attraction was there and very much mutual and you weren’t sure you wanted to wait for some uncertain future date to take that step. You couldn’t imagine going home not knowing what it felt like to be with him fully. 

You were grateful he’d stopped things last night but having slept on it, you knew what you wanted now. Though you certainly hadn’t brought anything for that kind of activity, a quick google search while Jeff got ready for practice revealed that there was a mall with a Victoria’s secret not too far away. 

It definitely wasn’t someplace you shopped for everyday wear but you were confident you could find something to wear under whatever you picked for your date later to surprise Jeff with when you came home. 

Once he had left promising to be back in a couple hours, you moved to get dressed yourself and head out to find something to suit your needs. 

It didn’t take too long to get to the mall and after looking around the store for a while you finally picked out a push up teddy that made you feel confident and desirable. Quickly heading back to Jeff’s you hid it amongst your things and moved to curl up on the couch excitement starting to rise. 

With Jeff still gone around lunch time you made good use of the leftovers from your first night here knowing that they were going bad otherwise. 

To your surprise, when Jeff returned around two o’clock he had a mischievous look on his face. 

“How do you feel about starting our date early?” He questioned. 

“I mean I need to get ready but sure.” You replied. Laughing a bit as Jeff waved for you to get on with it already, you moved to grab the lingerie and clothes before heading into the bathroom to change and do your hair and makeup. By the time you were done you felt hot and after cleaning up you met Jeff back in the living room his eyes going wide. 

“Wow…” He murmured, pressing his palms against his jeans. “You look...incredible.” 

“So do you.” You replied glad that he was just dressed semi casually signaling that this wasn’t going to be too crazy of a date. 

“You might want to wear your boots.” Jeff suggested as you headed over to get shoes on. Nodding, you pulled on your boots and reached for your coat assuming that if you needed boots you would certainly need it as well. 

As you took the elevator down, Jeff asked if you’d be okay walking since it wasn’t too far. Having no problem with that, you let Jeff lead you out the lobby into the cold snowy Buffalo streets. It was only a moment before Jeff slipped his gloved hand into your own and you smiled squeezing gently. 

“So I’d ask where we were going…” You started. “But I have a feeling you won’t tell me.” 

“Wonder what makes you think that.” Jeff teased, though the glimmer in his eye as he looked down at you revealed that you absolutely weren’t wrong. 

There was no hurry to your pace as you walked through the Buffalo streets. As you did, Jeff pointed out little tidbits about the places you passed and told stories from his time here. 

Though it was only approaching four in the afternoon, the sun was already starting to set and you knew it wasn’t long before it would get dark. And while you weren’t in the most built up part of town, you felt safe pressed up against Jeff’s side. Nearing a casino, you half wondered if there was a restaurant or something inside that he was taking you to, but Jeff showed no signs of stopping as you passed by it, crossing the street once more before turning left. 

Suddenly Christmas music filled your ears and the smell of all sorts of good things filled your nose. After a moment, Jeff guided you through an archway on your right and you instantly felt like you’d been transported into a Hallmark movie. 

String lights were strung over the entire outdoor courtyard and pathway and little wooden chalets with vendors of all sorts surrounded you. It was absolutely breathtaking and screamed Christmas. 

“I was thinking we could walk around, do some browsing, get something to eat…” Jeff murmured nervously. “But if you don’t like it we can go somewhere else.” 

Though you’d been friends for months, it was clear that Jeff wanted to impress you on your first date. 

“Jeff…” You murmured. “This is perfect.” 

Seeing him smile, those dimples you adore so much out in full force, you couldn’t help but press up to kiss him softly. This truly was the perfect first date and showed just how well he knew you already. 

Tucked against Jeff’s side as the two of you walked around the market, you truly couldn’t have been happier. He’d bought each of you a cup of warm mulled wine which helped fight off the chill as it continued to lightly snow. You’d gotten both dinner and dessert (and a second and third dessert) from some of the many food trucks scattered around. 

While browsing some of the other vendors you picked up a few small things to take home to your family. Jeff did as well and you finally got the nerve to ask him about Toronto. 

“So your family was at the game the other night…” You prompted softly. 

“They were.” He agreed, squeezing your hand which was once again wrapped in his. 

“A game you invited me to come to…” You added. 

“I didn’t fully think that through.” Jeff admitted, quickly resuming his words so that you wouldn’t get the wrong idea. “I wanted my family to meet the girl I adore while she was visiting but I should have communicated a lot of things better before putting that into motion.” Breathing deeply, he sent you a nervous smile. “But as long as I don’t fuck this up there will be plenty of other chances for that.” 

“You really want them to meet me?” You whispered, insecurities filling your voice. 

“Yes I really want them to meet you.” Jeff declared fervently. “You may not know it but I can’t shut up about you.” Your stomach swooped at his words and it was no longer just the second cup of mulled wine making you warm. If it weren’t for the numerous children around you probably would have kissed him deeply. 

Instead you simply murmured ‘okay then’ before resuming walking through the vendor stalls, looking at what each had before moving to the next. Having walked the whole market, the two of you headed back to the small stage, listening to the music for a few minutes. The snow had started to pick up and Jeff squeezed your hand after shifting the bags he’d insisted on carrying. 

“Should we head back before the weather gets worse?” He questioned and when you nodded he worked to guide the two of you through the small crowd back onto the street to head back to his apartment. As you approached his building he slowed his pace a little, almost like he wasn’t ready for it all to end. 

“Did you have a good time?” He asked. “I know it wasn’t really a typical date but…” 

“I’m pretty sure it’s impossible not to have a good time with you.” You insisted, cutting him off. “The weather might be cold but I’ve never had a date as perfect as this one has been. The only thing that could make it more perfect is if you turn on that gas fireplace of yours when we get back.” As you spoke your voice shifted from serious to teasing, causing Jeff to giggle. 

“I think I can manage that.” He agreed, his pace picking up again as he dragged you down the street to his apartment building. 

Once inside, coats and boots were shed in the entryway and Jeff immediately moved to turn the fireplace on so it would pump out some additional heat. 

Following after him, you wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, hugging him close. 

“Movie?” You suggested, knowing that as much as you may have wanted to, you couldn’t just jump him as soon as you walked in the door. Jeff nodded and once you had let go of him he reached for the remote to turn the tv on. Though he moved to hand the remote to you, you told him to pick something while you headed to use the bathroom. 

Returning, you sunk into the couch, smiling at the Christmas movie that was playing. Jeff must have had the same idea because a minute or two later he appeared from down the hall and slid in next to you. After tucking you against his side, he pulled a blanket over you both, finally relaxing. 

Though your hand wandering over Jeff’s chest and stomach had initially been accidental, as soon as you felt Jeff shift slightly and realized, it quickly became intentional. You’d seen Jeff shirtless back when you first met and you’d slept pressed against him. Those things paled in comparison to actually being able to touch him. To feel how solid his body was, how his muscles responded to your touch. 

“Baby…” He groaned softly, the sound causing your core to clench with want. “You’re supposed to be watching the movie…” 

“I was…” You defended. “And then I discovered something far more interesting…” 

Pulling your gaze from the television, you looked up at Jeff to find him already looking at you. With your fingers trailing down his covered abdomen once more, you held his gaze showing him the desire you were feeling from your head to your toes. Though his warm brown eyes darkened, Jeff didn’t move a muscle, instead holding you captive under his stare. 

Curious to touch him without clothes in the way, you slid your fingers down to the hem of his shirt before carefully creeping under. The moment your fingertips made contact, his abs twitched at the touch and something snapped causing Jeff to crash his mouth onto yours. 

It was the culmination of every kiss you’d previously shared. Never in your life had you felt this wanted, this loved. 

By the time the kiss was broken for the two of you to breathe, your palm was firmly pressed against Jeff’s stomach and he’d pulled you even closer to his body. 

“I need you to stop me now if you aren’t ready…” He whispered against your lips. 

Though you appreciated the gesture, you couldn’t possibly be more ready. And while you could tell him that, it seemed easier to show him. As much as you didn’t want to stop touching him, it was necessary - at least for a moment - and so you pulled your hand away from him before shifting to perch more upright beside him. In as smooth of a motion as you could manage, you pulled your top off revealing the black lingerie beneath. 

Jeff’s jaw dropped. 

“Fuck…” He groaned, his tongue swiping over his lips as his eyes drunk in your body. 

“That’s the idea.” You teased softly, your hand dropping to rest over the bulge in his pants. 

“Baby…” Jeff hissed, still holding onto a shred of restraint. “I don’t want to take advantage of you. For you to feel like you have to. Are you sure?” 

Leaning forward, you pressed a kiss just below Jeff’s ear before whispering. 

“I can’t imagine going home not knowing what it feels like to be yours. To feel you pressed against me, inside me. I don’t want to wait for who knows how long until we see each other again.” Swallowing back the emotions triggered at the thought of leaving him, you took a deep breath and continued. “So yes I’m sure. I’m sure that I want you to lay me out right here on the floor in front of the fire with your Christmas tree twinkling and bury yourself inside me until all I feel is you. Us. Together.” 

As soon as you’d leaned back enough that Jeff wouldn’t headbutt you, his hands had cradled your jaw and he’d pulled you into a fierce but tender kiss. 

“Mine.” He murmured between kisses, your skin warming all over at the sound of it. 

“Jeff please…” You pleaded. You knew that you should appreciate the foreplay, just making out with Jeff after you had dreamed about it for so long. Yet you couldn’t help the desperation you felt for more…for everything. 

That need caused you to whimper as Jeff merely kissed you again. But then his hands dropped from your face to your ass and he stood in one fluid movement causing you to wrap your legs around his hips. Pressed tightly together, you could feel the insistent firmness of his length right where you wanted it most, causing an obscene moan to spill from your throat as Jeff carefully lowered you to the floor before sitting back on his knees. 

“I want to see all of you…can I?” He questioned, his usually soft voice rough from desire as his fingers slipped to the waist of your pants. All it took was a simple nod before he carefully pulled the pants from your body leaving you stretched out in nothing but the lingerie. 

When Jeff didn’t say or do anything after a long moment, the insecurity started to creep in. What if he didn’t like what he saw? Nervously, you lifted your head to look at him and your heart stopped at the sight that met you. 

There was no judgment, no displeasure on Jeff’s face. Just the biggest smile you’d ever seen, his eyes crinkled with delight and dimples on full display. 

“You’re incredible. Stunning.” He murmured, awestruck. 

Leaning over you, Jeff kissed you softly, mixing between soft tender kisses and playful pecks. 

“Mine.” He stated again, stealing one more kiss before his lips trailed along your jaw and down your throat. 

Tangling a hand in his hair, you sighed as he kissed his way down your body, missing not even an inch of exposed skin. He settled between your thighs, mouth nipping and then soothing the skin of your inner thighs in a way that would surely leave marks while also causing you to squirm against him. 

Gently you tugged at his hair and when he looked up, his eyes were nearly black with pleasure. 

“More.” You begged, aching to be filled, aching for release. 

Pulling away, after surely leaving another bruise on your skin, Jeff sat back and pulled his shirt off over his head. 

Perfection. Strong but soft. 

He was everything you could have wanted and more. Feeling him lay over you, chest to chest, you were certain that you would combust. He kissed you yet again and your hands wandered exploring his skin as he pushed your desire to heights you didn’t even know existed. 

“As much as I adore this bodysuit…” Jeff murmured in your ear. “It’s time for it to go.” 

You couldn’t possibly have agreed more and as Jeff guided the straps off your shoulders you adjusted your weight, letting him pull it down your body and off with ease. 

Laid bare, you watched as Jeff adjusted himself in his pants before he settled over you again, dipping to catch first one nipple and then the other in his mouth. The way he played your body was unlike anything you’d ever felt and a string of moans spilled from your throat as he brought each nipple to full arousal before kissing and sucking his way back down your body. 

“Jeff you don’t….” Your assurance that ‘he didn’t have to’ died in your throat as Jeff dived in, his tongue swiping through your core as he settled between your thighs. Your fingers quickly scrambled for purchase in the fibers of the soft rug and your head twisted, lost in the pleasure of Jeff’s mouth. 

“You taste so good.” He hummed, his fingers toying at your entrance. As he wrapped his lips around your clit he pressed first one and then a second finger inside of you, scissoring them. “Can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me baby.” He cooed. 

“Then get inside me.” You whined. Though his fingers were large, they still weren’t enough to make you feel full. Not in the way you needed. 

“Soon.” He promised before diving back into your slick heat. You couldn’t even describe the things he was doing with his tongue but between that and his fingers curling against the spongy tissue of your g-spot it was only a few minutes before you were screaming his name as your body shook with the force of an orgasm. 

Grinning, Jeff pulled his fingers out, wiping them on his pants as he tongue laved gently across your core, licking you clean. 

Regaining use of your extremities, you reached for Jeff only for him to kiss your head tenderly. 

“If you still want more I need to get a condom baby.” He explained. 

“I’m on birth control.” You insisted, not wanting him to leave for even a moment. 

“We should still use a condom…” He urged, though he made no move to get up. “But I trust you, so if you’re sure…” 

“I am.” You stated firmly. 

“Okay.” Jeff agreed. “Just give me a minute to lose the pants.” He stood up and a moment later his pants and boxer briefs hit the floor and were kicked to the side before he lowered himself back down beside you. 

You’d thought the top half of his body was perfection but it was nothing in comparison to the bottom half. Strong calves, thick thighs, that incredible hockey ass. And then there was his dick. You needed it inside of you more than you needed air. 

“Please…” You begged. 

“Needy.” He smirked, though he shifted to press his weight over you, the length of his body bare against yours for the first time. 

“I’ve been dreaming about it since Pittsburgh.” You admitted. Your words caused a string of curses to fall from Jeff’s lips and he quickly reached between your bodies to line himself up before burying himself inside of you. For a brief moment there was a sharp sting as your body worked to adjust but just as quickly as it started it faded and you were left with that fullness that showed how perfectly you fit together. 

Jeff looked pained from trying to remain still and you kissed him softly, rolling your hips up against his to signal him to move. 

“I’m okay.” You assured him. 

Kissing you deeply, Jeff tested out a few rhythms before finding one that worked best for both of you. Already you could tell that he wasn’t going to last long and you reached a hand between your thighs to help drive you over the edge. With the stimulation to your clit and the feeling of his length slipping inside of you with every thrust both internally and through your fingers, by the time Jeff’s hips stuttered and you felt the warmth of him spilling inside of you, you were already tipping over the edge into your second orgasm. 

When Jeff pulled out, he rolled off of you, onto the rug beside you. His skin was flushed, his hair looked like a bird had made a nest out of it and a sheen of sweat coated his skin. He was still the most attractive man you’d ever seen. 

“You’re a mess.” He murmured, grinning. 

“So are you.” You echoed. 

“My mess though.” He declared, pride filling his voice. 

And though you’d already had two orgasms and knew that he’d need a refractory period of at least a half hour, you couldn’t help but roll over and kiss him, tongue caressing his the way he’d just caressed your body. 

Breaking the kiss a few minutes later, Jeff did make you get up to go pee, his cum dripping down your thigh as you walked. While you did so, Jeff cleaned up the living room and by the time you finished he was waiting in bed where a twenty minute make out session led to another round of spine tingling languid sex. 

After that, Jeff carried you to go pee again and guided you into a warm soothing shower where his hands gently washed every inch of you before dressing you in one of his shirts and guiding you to bed. There, you cuddled against him and quickly fell asleep with his arms around you. 

----

When you awoke the next morning, the soreness from last night’s activities had settled deep in your bones and you winced slightly. There were absolutely no regrets, but it was definitely going to take some time for your body to get used to what sex with Jeff was like. 

The bed beside you was empty but before you could even ponder where Jeff had gone, the door to his room cracked open and he appeared, tray in hand. 

“Good morning baby.” He grinned, his gaze instantly filling you with warmth. “I brought you breakfast.” 

Shifting to sit up, you hissed softly at the movement, waving off Jeff’s look of concern. 

“Just sore.” You assured him. “It had been awhile…” 

His cheeks flushed as he set the tray down over your lap before leaning down to capture your lips in a soft kiss. 

“I’m sorry.” He murmured. 

“I’m not.” You replied, fingers tangling in his hair for a moment. The way that had him grinning into the kiss made your heart flutter and you had the sudden inkling that you were more gone for him than you had realized. 

And yet, this afternoon you were leaving. Jeff had to head to the airport for the final pre-Christmas road trip and when he did, you had planned to get on the road home. And you didn’t know when you’d see him next. 

It all hit you at once and you pulled back from the kiss, desperately trying to keep from crying. 

“Woah…baby…” Jeff murmured, reading the emotions written all over your face. As quickly as he had set the tray down in the first place, he moved it to the side before pulling you into his arms. 

“It’s going to be fine baby.” He consoled. “All star break is in a little over a month and I’ll come see you.” He promised. “It’s not that long…and we can text and facetime whenever you want.” 

Fist clinging to his shirt, you tried to take a few deep breaths. 

“I know.” You whispered. “I knew what I was getting into but it kind of just hit me that we only have a few more hours. I’m sorry, I’m being silly.” 

“Not silly.” He breathed into your ear. “Trust me…I’m dreading leaving to get on that plane.” 

Staying in his arms for a few more minutes, you eventually pulled back, your eyes still damp but feeling more secure knowing that everything you were feeling Jeff was too. You weren’t alone. 

“So what did you bring me?” You hummed, looking over at the tray Jeff had brought, filled with all sorts of good things. 

Shifting the focus to be present in the moment, you pulled Jeff close, the two of you cuddling in bed while feeding each other from the tray he’d brought. When your phone vibrated on the bedside table once you ignored it. When it buzzed repeatedly after that, you looked at Jeff before reaching for it. 

A quick glance at the screen revealed a string of instagram notifications and suddenly Jeff appeared a bit sheepish. 

Opening instagram, you scrolled past a few posts until Jeff’s username appeared on your screen, five little dots underneath the first picture. Taken on its own the first picture didn’t explain why your phone was blowing up as it was just Jeff when he’d gone to sit on Santa’s lap. 

Beneath it was a simple caption of “Santa came early this year…” Hesitating for just a moment you started to swipe through the photos, your heart beating out of your chest as you looked at each. The second was of Jeff staring at you at dinner with his friends as you laughed at something, his affection written all over his face. (How hadn’t you noticed that?) The third was Jeff holding you tightly after the game, his name and number on your back. The fourth…was you clinging to Jeff as he slowly pulled you around the ice at the end of their family skate. And the fifth. Well it wasn’t a photo of the two of you. Rather it was a photo of a letter to Santa penned in Jeff’s messy hand. 

Dear Santa, 

I won’t ask for much this year…after all, there’s just one thing I want. This Christmas please bring me a woman who is smart, funny, compassionate, and beautiful both inside and out. My best friend. Someone who understands the craziness of the life I live but who wants to be a part of it anyway. Wants me anyway. 

Jeff

Dropping your phone to the bed beside you, you looked at Jeff in amazement. That was as public a declaration as one could make. Any doubts you had about Jeff’s interest vanished and you shifted to straddle his lap. 

“Santa did come early this year.” You murmured, hands settling softly on Jeff’s chest. “He came in July when he brought me you.” 

There would be all the time in the world later to wade through the dms and comments. Now though, you just wanted to enjoy your early Christmas gift.

[cowboybarzy]

Summer Vacation Request:

Jeff Skinner in Paris… Because he loves Emily in Paris so much, lol. Long romantic dinners at cozy restaurants and so many Eiffel Tower makeout sessions. 😚

tysm for the request!! two requests for paris came in at the same time but I still wanted to something for you!!

come along the rest of the trip (only a few left!!)

📍paris, france with jeff skinner

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fuck.

[korshrimpski]

imagine jeff skinner doing between 2 stalls with connor mcdavid, it’s obviously not going to happen, but I can imagine it in my head

[pensherosjourney]

💫 my 2024 hockeyblr wrapped! 💫 (template link) (thoughts under the cut)

i started making a textpost about my top players but then i saw this template so of course i had to do that. my original post below:

i wanted to do the spotify wrapped of top 5 hockey players you talked about this year so here it is! i've done this mostly based on what tumblr told me are my most commonly used tags

sidney crosby. far and away the #1. i immediately imprinted upon him when i started watching in march

evgeni malkin. look. this is a pens blog run by someone who loves haterism and drama. do you expect me not to be entranced by geno

leon draisaitl. subject of my first hockey video edit <3 because i love haterism and drama. has any ever been more aggrieved to be kicked out of the face off circle every single time

connor mcdavid. i love bonded pairs AND i love martyr narratives (real or imagined)

linus ullmark. though he is coming in at #5, he is like if they engineered a hockey player to be maximum endearing to me personally. i am so charmed by everything he does

honorable mentions to: alex nedeljkovic, who i do love but who is simply not as posted about on this website, and nathan mackinnon and jonathan drouin, another bonded pair who i have discussed at length on discord

additional thoughts:

TEAMS: pens obviously my #1 team...this is a pens blog. i would say rn the avs are probably my #2 most talked about BUT i don't think i got into them as early on when i started watching and they didn't make it as far in the playoffs. i have fallen off a bit with the oilers this season because many of their games are so late. oilers 2024 cup run you will ALWAYS be famous to me but i cannot stay up that late all the time. no good explanation for why i haven't been watching bruins games, i think that somehow my personal schedule and their schedules are often conflicting OR they're playing at the same time as the pens and i'm watching the pens.

BROMANCES: bonded pairs are very important to me. even though one of these was cruelly separated this summer each of these pairings has history and are deeply intertwined in each other's lives in addition to being extremely good on the ice, which is also a big factor for me. much like with players, i have my fourth line princesses among pairings but i do not post about them as much.

FRESH FACES:

tito! when that london bridge video where he is dancing with oliver wahlstrom came out it was a redefining moment for me to sit up and take notice of this brand new penguin. i think he has a sweet face and i love a french canadian. i know almost nothing about him other than his current play and his historical romance with mat barzal (another cruelly separated bonded pair #beauback).

jeff skinner! the oilers need whimsy so badly because they keep getting rid of their whimsical players. his figure skating slay and interview series with the sabres have bewitched me. another haver of a sweet little face. i feel like he has not really found his place on the oilers yet but i am holding out hope.

ROOKIE: i am in general not a huge follower of rookies but who among us is not seeing all those posts about the baby sharks. i'm interested to see how things develop over in san jose.

BREAKOUT: for some reason i really latched onto ned in the offseason and now he is in a valentine on my fridge (real). he has the right combination of serious, sweet, and mischevious to appeal directly to me. i am not immune to a sweet little face. also he was obviously the breakout star of the pens last april in their not quite cinderella run to try to make the playoffs when jarry was struggling and he got SO many starts in a row.

honorable mentions to mikko rantanen and artturi lehkonen who did not quite make it into any of these categories but who i have grown quite fond of lately. maybe next year will be their year...

also my alternate image options for sid...also beloved to me

[ilyasorokinn]

edmonton oilers

* = from a prompt list 

leon draisaitl ! (no longer write for)

blurbs,

✷ surprise baby showers - leon, with the help of your friends, throws you a surprise baby shower.

✷ stupid questions - y/n has a laugh over leon’s interview.*

jeff skinner !

imagines,

✷ a cliche christmas love story - y/n gets dumped right before christmas, so to drown out her sorrows, she goes to a bar where she meets jeff. (part of “taylor’s 14 days of christmas” series)

blurbs,

✷ rainy days - y/n gets caught in a downpour of rain while walking the dog, so she calls jeff to come pick her up. *

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[laurenairay]

Jeff Skinner for “stop talking” kiss pls??

Stop Talking Kiss – Jeff Skinner

Words: 1.2k

Thank you for this one anon! I love Jeff so much and he needs much more appreciation on here.

~

The team party was in full swing, you having shown up about an hour ago with your friend, having swung an invite from her boyfriend. It wasn’t unusual though, tagging along with her. Whenever there was a party, you were an automatic plus one to the plus one, and it had been that way for over a year now. You couldn’t deny that these gatherings were one of the exciting highlights of your avid social life, and you were grateful that your friend had wanted to include you from the start. As far as she was concerned, the two of you were a package, and her boyfriend was more than happy to go along with that. Where she went, you went, and the team knew to expect you along with her whenever there was something going on.

Speaking of the team…

“Hi Jeff.”

Jeff Skinner, one of the other highlights of your new social life. There was just something about the cute curly-haired boy, from his wide smile to adorable dimples to his unabashed laugh. Your friend teased you relentlessly ever since the first time she’d seen you around him, teasing you about your crush, but you knew that unless Jeff said something, there was no way you were going to act on it. You couldn’t face the humiliation of a rejection – and to be honest, Jeff really had never given you any indication that he was interested in you too.

You had enough pride to hold out, at least.

“Hey! I didn’t know you were here,” he said happily.

Jeff rooted around in the fridge, pulling out a beer for himself and handing you a black cherry white claw. Your favourite. He remembered?

“I’ve been here for an hour already,” you mused, watching him blush in glee as you opened the can, “Nice to know you noticed.”

He blushed even harder, shaking his head.

“I always notice you. It’s kinda hard not to,” he murmured, taking a deep gulp of his own drink.

“I can’t tell if that’s a good thing or not?” you said, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course it’s a good thing. It’s always good when you’re here.”

“Oh?” you prompted, only teasing a little bit.

Jeff huffed out a breath, almost seeming to squirm a little with the attention solely on him, only making you smile more. What was it about this guy?

“You’re like, so pretty? And you’re funny, always making everybody laugh with your hilarious stories. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone command a room like you do, and it’s mesmerising. Whenever you’re around, I can’t take my eyes off you and it’s driving me crazy. You’re beautiful, and funny, and so smart, and…”

As he continued rambling, it felt like something inside of you snapped. That was it. You couldn’t take anymore. Almost a year you’d suffered through not knowing how he felt for you, and this was the closest he’d ever come to saying anything that gave you a hint that he liked you too. If you didn’t take this chance now, you didn’t know if you’d ever get it again.

“Oh my god Jeff, stop talking,” you groaned.

Jeff barely had a moment to look confused before you placed your drink on the side and cupped his face, pulling him down into a kiss. He froze for a second, long enough to make you hesitate, before that freeze broke and he slammed his own drink down, kissing you eagerly, clutching at your waist with both hands. Fuck, yes, finally. Jeff kissed you over and over again, sending electricity through your body, letting out occasional whimpering noises himself. You didn’t know how long the two of you stood in the kitchen kissing for, hands clutching and lips colliding desperately, but you found that you didn’t care the moment that Jeff’s tongue slipped into your mouth, swirling with yours in a way that made your head spin.

“Goddamn, get a room.”

You broke the kiss with a jolt, Jeff not looking away from you as he flipped Dylan off, resting his forehead on yours as he tried to catch his breath. Dylan just snickered, grabbing a beer from the fridge before leaving again.

“So that was something,” Jeff murmured.

The nervousness from before made you purse your lips, moving your hands from cupping his face to resting on his chest.

“How could you not know that I like you?” you asked, frowning.

“What?”

“I’ve been so obvious! You think I flirt with everyone like I flirt with you?” you asked, a little incredulously.

“You like me like me?” Jeff asked, lips parted in surprise.

You groaned and stepped out of his arms in frustration. How could he be that blind? You knew the stereotype of hockey players not being the brightest crayons in the drawer, but this was crazy.

“Hey, no, don’t go please?”

Jeff hand lightly rested on your shoulder, still clearly nervous, but you turned back to face him properly anyway. There was very little you wouldn’t do for this guy, you knew that much.

“I’m sorry I’ve been such an oblivious idiot. You deserve better than that. Better than me. I just honestly didn’t think a girl as pretty as you would be interested in me?” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

His self-deprecating words made you soften, and you smiled sadly.

“We have got to work on your self esteem bud,” you said, pursing your lips.

“Yeah, I know. Not my finest attribute.”

You huffed out a laugh, shaking your head as you leaned against the kitchen counter.

“I like you, Jeff. I thought you knew that and were just shy, but apparently not. I had no idea you were this nervous around me, but you really don’t have to be nervous, okay?” you said firmly.

“Still trying to get my head around the fact that you like me, let alone trying to stop being nervous,” he said, smiling wryly.

Bless his heart. His humble nature was one of the things that had drawn you to him, if you were being honest. That, and how cute he is.

“Are you going to ask me out for real or am I going to have to do that too?” you teased.

Jeff blushed but shook his head, walking up to you properly to take a hand in his.

“Would you like to go on a date with me? Because I would love to take you out to dinner,” he asked, raising your hand to his lips and kissing the knuckles.

Okay, smooth.

“I would love to go out with you, Jeff. About time,” you said, smiling up at him.

Jeff just blushed a little deeper, running his thumb over the back of your hand.

“Now kiss me again, we were interrupted,” you demanded playfully, hopping up to sit on the counter.

“I suppose it isn’t a team party until the rookies are traumatised,” Jeff grinned, stepping forward to stand between your thighs.

That was more like it.

[honeyeyesworld]

Snow day|| Jack Quinn

(None of the pictures are mine!!! Credits to the original owners 🫶)

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[sergeifyodorov]

jeff skinner jack eichel toxic yaoi question mark ?

question mark indeed... because like in truth i know they were sabres teammates together. i can go on hockeyreference and see that jeff signed with the sabres in the summer of 2019 and that jeichel was traded to the golden knights in november of 2021 which means that they spent two full years as teammates (19-20, 20-21). and yet i genuinely could not imagine them in the same room.

[annieqattheperipheral]

Player that made me fall in love with hockey?

Paul Kariya as a kid (mighty ducks 4eva✨)

then returned to it as an adult to investigate how much larger Sidney Crosby's beautiful huge ass had inflated (findings: astronomically)

Favourite player?

Nathan MacKinnon (fuck/marry/kill?? honey that'd be my entire life story with him (affectionate) no but fr tho I'm endeared and appreciate this weirdo so hard)

Comfort player?

William Nylander (imagining his thighs and breakaways inspires me at the gym🤷‍♀️)

Cale Makar (my youtube watches are so much of analyzing his play and edgework ...and imagining his costco shopping lists & how he stores surplus deodorant and body wash and trail mix in his condo)

Jeff Skinner (former figure skater and writer, producer, actor of between 2 stalls. need i say more)

Player I go nuts over?

Leon hot bitch Draisaitl

Player I miss the most?

Cole Caufield, damn fun to watch, been sad w him out since shoulder surgery over asg weekend

Player I will always root for?

kadri, mitchy, bunts, gio, jt, knies, lehky, landy, ej, frankie, jimothy timothy compher, owen power, brady and his clown car of senators, davo, hyman, stuart skinner, quinny, burky, tanev, grubi, robo, otter, seggy, tbear, ror, parayko, suzuki, guhle, xhekaj, zadorov, hellebuyck, morrissey, marchy--the good one--essault, skjei, antti raanta (say his full name), larkin, bergeron, wilson, kuemper...

Management/Coaches: spezzy, dubas, bedsy, sully, marty, keefer, mark fraser, sakic, yzerman

and oh yea this pesky lil rat I'm currently rooting against lmao. Matthew Tkachuk u love it, I've rooted for you enough times u can handle it bb

survey found here thx @kaleforcale888 💕

All the q's for you to copy, if u so wish to partake:

Player that made me fall in love with hockey? Favourite player? Comfort player? Player I go nuts over? Player I miss the most? Player I will always root for?

[letangent]

buddy this jeff skinner agenda is top notch! I do need the other universe tho. I need a peek between the gaps (pretty please) (although trying to imagine what he’s missing is almost more heartbreaking than having it)

MY AGENDA she is ready and roaring and my friends have not stopped sending me jeff posts since july 1st. this is my stanley cup frankly

writing that fic was honestly like a battle between my characterization demons because jeff is trying so bad to (re)connect with him and connor is just an injured tired guy who has suffered ten thousand lifetimes. and jeff has learned all of this back there but now he’s here and they r so similar but also so very different. and jeff remembers every single detail he’d brought back w him but obviously mcdavo wouldn’t notice jeff remembering until it was just too weird and then he would keep not noticing bc he has other stuff on his mind than his winger trying 2 aggressively befriend him.

and all that is to say that jeff suffers more than any of us will ever know. and that he knows davo’s coffee order, how to calm a knee spasm, the way con’s bedhead looks in the morning, the passcode to his house (though he won’t ever use it in this timeline, not now), and the taste of his mom’s cooking over christmastime. in that order