#leon draisaitl x y/n

[midnightsnyx]

hi!! i know it isn’t sunday anymore (you could do this next time if that’s easier) but just saw you’re taking requests so could i request the “your bed head is really cute” prompt with leon draisaitl?? thank you!!

warnings: mentions of one night stands. ty for the request!! i hope you like it!

It’s early - too early - when you wake. Your head is pounding and you’re trying to remember the previous night. It’s mostly a blur and you’re wracking your brain trying to remember when you hear a voice to your left and your eyes open and you whip your head to find a cute but slightly unfamiliar man laying next to you.

“Your bedhead is really cute,” the man says, grinning and can’t help but groan, realizing you had a one night stand. Flashes of last night come back to you when you take a good look at his face. “Can I buy you a drink” to “wanna head back to my place?” and the rest, well that goes unsaid. 

He’s watching you carefully, clearly unsure about your reaction. You’re not exactly the kind of person who does one night stands so he clearly made a good impression last night in order for you to agree for you to go home with him.

“I was gonna offer to make breakfast,” he says gently, “but I can call you an Uber if you’d rather?” 

Huh. You were expecting to get kicked out immediately so his breakfast offer takes you off guard but what really impresses you is him offering to call you and Uber instead of just telling you to leave. Your initial instinct is to leave, go back to your apartment and pretend this didn’t happen but he looks genuine and your stomach is grumbling so you can blame it on that. 

“Breakfast sounds great,” you say and his smile is brighter than the rising sun.

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#5

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36 notes - Posted April 23, 2022

#4

Black Tie

Pairing: Connor McDavid x reader 

Type: Fluff 

Warnings: None 

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: Every once in a while there was a black tie event hosted by the team that Connor had to attend. As a member of the Oilers organization you also had to attend. You and Connor both hated fake sipping champagne and talking to people you hardly knew. For the past two years that similarity drew you to each other. This year, though, had Connor feeling flirty. 

Request: Request #29 with Connor McDavid? 👉🏼👈🏼 (from anon) 

Fluff Prompt #29: “Who gave you permission to go out in public looking like that?”

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It was nearing the point in the evening when your social battery was dangerously close to zero. Like, blinking red about to be stranded in the middle of the ocean with no life preserver, dangerously close to zero. And if you knew Connor McDavid as well as you thought you did, his would be in the danger zone too. 

“That time of the night, Y/N?” Zach chirped as you walked past him. You shot him a look and playfully flipped him off as you continued on your way to what would become your safe corner for the night. You sat down and tried your best to look like you didn’t want to jump out the window. 

“I see the clock has struck midnight for the both of us,” the voice of your fellow introvert Connor McDavid had you genuinely smiling for the first time all night. 

“Thank god,” you sighed as he sat down at the table across from you, placing his drink down in front of him. “It looks like you lasted longer than me this year.” 

“I actually think we both tapped out at the same time,” Connor said, looking around for any sponsors he might have to hide from. “There are times I rethink my career choice and this is one of them.” 

“Yeah,” you agreed, making eye contact with him. Like always, your stomach fluttered. “This industry isn’t the best if you’re not an extrovert.” 

“I genuinely have no idea how Leon does it,” Connor said, looking over to see Leon Draisaitl in the middle of the room somehow managing three different conversations and one of them was in German. “Man is a god.” 

“He has to be,” you agreed, shaking your head in awe. “There is literally no other explanation.” 

Connor laughed and took a sip of his drink. He swallowed before turning his gaze onto you. Your cheeks heated up to the point you would have sworn your face was literally glowing. 

“So what was the conversation that did you in?” with his question the party around you seemed to melt away. 

“New camera equipment, believe it or not,” you answered. 

“Really?” Connor was surprised. “I thought you loved getting new gear?” 

“I do, believe me I do,” you worked for the Edmonton Oilers’ media department. Getting new gear before a season was like Christmas. “But there was just something about it tonight that I could not sit through.” 

“Business conversations are the worst,” Connor agreed. “I couldn’t even explain what the one I just abandoned was about. I think it was skate laces? I don’t even know.” 

“Who knew these black tie events could be so goddamn boring,” you said, eliciting a laugh from Connor. 

“Agreed.” 

Connor thought for a second before speaking again. He wasn’t sure if it was the amount of drinks he’d had at the party or if it was something else, but he had a little extra courage that had his threshold for stupidity so far up it was in danger of becoming part of the ballroom ceiling.

“Hey, wanna leave?” 

“I’m sorry?” you looked at him in shock. You had been to countless of events like these and ended up in this scenario countless of times before but not once had Connor proposed the idea of ditching. “I know you won’t get fired but I still have my job to worry about.” 

“Oh don’t worry about it,” Connor said as he stood up. Oh. He was serious. “If someone gives you a hard time just point them in my direction. I’ll say you were feeling sick and since I was with you you just asked me to take you home.” 

“Alright, I guess that’s believable enough,” you answered and took his hand, allowing him to help you up from your seat. 

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79 notes - Posted April 9, 2022

#3

500th

Pairing: David Pastrnak x reader 

Type: Smut 

Warnings: Oral (f+m receiving), fingering, swearing, protected sex, hair pulling kink, cockwarming 18+ ONLY 

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: You knew David was close to 500 career points, but you didn't expect him to reach that milestone in his first game back after being out for three weeks. The good mood he was in when he got home somehow became an even better mood when he saw you in nothing but a pair of heels and his jersey. 

Smut Prompt #8: “A beautiful sight, you wearing nothing but my jersey waiting for me”  Smut Prompt #15: “Pull my hair” 

A/N: I guess this is a part two to 200th. Also i am on my knees for pasta, literally would do anything for him

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David hummed to himself as he unlocked the apartment door and let himself in. He was in a good mood. His first game back after being injured against Detroit could not have gone better. He didn't expect to score the first goal of the game, but when you’re David Pastrnak anything can happen apparently. 

That anything can include coming home to seeing your girlfriend laying in the middle of your bed wearing nothing but a very sexy pair of heels and your jersey. David dropped his bag on the floor, his jaw hanging open. He shamelessly raked his eyes up and down your body. 

“What’s all this?” he asked once he found his voice. 

“You had a big game,” you responded in the best sultry voice you could muster. “I thought you deserved a little reward.” 

“A reward?” David hummed, a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. He took a couple steps forward and knelt on the bed beside you. His finger tips lightly skimmed over your ankle. “A beautiful sight, you wearing nothing but my jersey waiting for me.” 

“I thought you might like it,” you responded, pushing yourself to sit up and meet his lips. David kissed you fervently. You moaned against him, hand coming to cup the back of his head and hold him in place. 

You used the leverage you had gained against him to flip him onto his back. 

“What’s all this?” he asked, tucking his arm behind his head and watching you get to work unbuttoning his pants. 

“You know how a milestone gets rewarded by now,” you smirked, pulling his pants and boxers down. His dick, hard and red, slapped against his stomach. David’s muscles tightened as the cool air of the room touched his tip. 

You licked your lips, practically able to see his dick throbbing with want. The man was insatiable, and you were fully prepared to have a long night. 

“Y/N, don’t just fucking look at it do something,” David’s voice was strangled.

“As you wish.” 

He moaned, loud and long as you licked a thick stripe up the underside of his dick along the vein. He gathered your hair in a ponytail and gripped it tight. You brought your mouth down on him, taking as much as you could. His moans were music to your ears as you bobbed your head up and down. You hollowed your cheeks every once in a while, making him moan a little louder each time. 

You knew David’s body so well that you could bring him to the edge and back three times before he started to get frustrated. And it wasn’t through his voice that you knew he was getting frustrated. It was when his hips would not stay still. He kept squirming, trying to find the right position in order to get some sort of relief. But every time he did you changed what you were doing. 

It wasn’t until he gripped your hair a little bit tighter that you finally took pity on him. You gripped the base of his dick and gave him short but firm squeezes and alternated between gently sucking his tip and giving him little kitten licks. David’s stomach tightened as he came. His eyes screwed shut and he let out a strangled moan. 

“Congratulations, baby,” your voice was hoarse as you crawled back up his body to whisper in his ear. 

“You are going to be the fucking death of me,” David all but growled. He kissed you passionately, his lips claiming you as his own. You whimpered and let him push you onto your back. His hands traced your sides before reaching the hem of the jersey. He lifted it over your hips 

“David,” you whimpered, snaking your hand into his hair as he lifted your legs onto his shoulders. You felt his breath on your dripping pussy before you felt his tongue. You jumped at the contact before allowing yourself to relax into his ministrations. 

He knew your body as well as you knew his. It made sex that much more pleasurable. You squirmed as he switched between licking and sucking your clit and blowing cool air on it. He threw his arm over your hips to keep you still. You moaned louder than you had since he started and tugged on your hair. 

David emitted a sound you’d never heard come from him before. He pulled away from your clit and looked up at you with dark, hooded eyes. 

“Pull my hair,” he commanded. You shuddered at the sound of his voice but gave the roots of his hair another yank nonetheless. His eyes rolled back and his muscles tightened. “Fuck.” 

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81 notes - Posted April 24, 2022

#2

Friend From College

Pairing: Jeremy Swayman x reader 

Type: Fluff 

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: Jeremy was quickly adopted by his new Bruins teammates. And that comes with being harassed by Brad Marchand and eventually Nick Foligno until you invite your closest friend down to Boston during Christmas break to meet your new teammates. 

Request: Can you do 4 and 43 from fluff with swayman thank you in advance (from anon)

Fluff Prompt #4: “Is that my sweatshirt?” Fluff Prompt #43: “Will you two just kiss already?”

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Jeremy took a deep breath before walking into the locker room. For the past weeks, ever since Nick Foligno had walked in on him on FaceTime with you, he had been harassed about when he was “going to introduce us to your girlfriend, Swayman?” He was going to need all the luck he could get being around the team whenever there was even half a moment of silence. 

“Good practice, Sway,” Patrice greeted him with a nod. Jeremy’s shoulders relaxed. Bergy was one of the only ones to not give him a hard time. Although he didn’t exactly take steps to stop the heckling whenever it started. 

“Thanks,” Jeremy returned the greeting, taking a sip of his Dunkin coffee. 

“Oh, hey, I have an extra ticket to the game tomorrow if you want it, Stephanie said she’d reserve the seat beside her,” Bergy said before leaving. 

“Oh, sure,” Jeremy smiled. “Thanks, Cap.” 

“No problem,” Patrice gave Sway a subtle wink before walking out to the equipment room. 

Jeremy groaned. He knew exactly who Patrice wanted him to give that ticket to. But you were still in Maine with your family, you wouldn’t want to make that drive all the way down to Boston just for a hockey game. But then again, it was worth at least giving you a call, right? 

“If I don’t call her they’re never going to let me forget it,” he sighed and picked up his phone, knowing that if one of the friends he’d made in Boston showed up tomorrow night with that ticket he would never live it down. He was pretty sure their next steps were going to be going through his phone, finding your number, calling you themselves, and telling you they thought Jeremy liked you. And he could never live with himself if that happened. 

“Y/N! Your phone is ringing!” your little cousin yelled from the basement. You downed the rest of the drink in your glass before jogging down the stairs. 

“Hello?” you answered, not even bothering to glance at the caller ID. 

“Y/N!” Jeremy’s cheery voice was on the other end of the line. You smiled to yourself as you stepped into the toy closet to get away from the noise your younger family members were making. 

“Thank god you called me,” you sighed. “I’m hiding from the kids. You gotta get me outta here, Jeremy.” 

Jeremy’s chest warmed. 

“Well lucky for you Bergy just offered me a ticket for the game tomorrow night if you want to come down,” he said, applauding himself for the smooth offer. He knew, though, that if any one of the guys walked in he would instantly crumble. 

“Oh my god, please,” you were relieved. “I’m gonna drive down right now. Jeremy you have no idea how happy I am to get out of this reunion.” 

“Anything for you, Y/N,” he said. “Let me know when you’re thirty minutes out. You can just come straight to my apartment, I’ll send you the address.” 

“You’re a legend, Sway,” you said before hanging up and walking back up stairs. 

“Who was that sweetie?” your mom asked as you reached for your keys. 

“Jeremy,” you responded. “He invited me to the game tomorrow night. I’m gonna drive down this afternoon. I should be at his place by like eight. I’ll be back here on Monday.” 

“Have fun!” she told you as you walked out the door, knowing you were going to take any escape you could to get away from the extended family in town for the weekend no matter what she said. 

Jeremy was thankful that his mom forced him to buy one extra set of sheets than he thought he needed when he got home after practice. He was also thankful for his real estate agent for persuading him to get an apartment with a guest room. He set up the guest room before settling down on the couch. 

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84 notes - Posted March 16, 2022

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Bloodied and Bruised

Pairing: Matthew Tkachuk x reader 

Type: Fluff 

Warnings: Injury 

Summary: Matthew wasn’t usually accident prone, but this morning’s practice had him beat up in more than one way. He’d taken a puck to the knee, causing him to limp for the rest of the day. And he’d gotten an accidental high stick to the face, causing a small but nasty cut just above his eyebrow. You knew it was bothering him more than usual after he begged you to stay with him. 

Request: Hi can you write a Matthew Tkachuk imagine with the prompts 37 and 63 from your list where he had a rough practice and gets injured and you help bandage him up. You want to be there for him even though he usually keeps to himself but this time he needs comfort from his girlfriend with some cuddling please. Thank you! (from anon) 

Fluff Prompt #37: “Quit being such a baby and let me put a new Band-Aid on your face” Fluff Prompt #63: “Can you- do you want to- please stay with me, I don’t want to be alone”

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The front door creaked, announcing Matt’s arrival home from practice. You grinned and hastily wiped your hands on the towel you had over your shoulder before tossing it down to the island. When you saw Matt standing at the end of the hallway, shoulders slumped and head down, you knew something was wrong. 

“Matty, baby,” you hummed, brows furrowing in concern as you walked up to him. “What happened?” 

“Got a little banged up,” he mumbled. You cupped your hand around his jaw and moved his head so you could get a close look at the cut above his eyebrow. A small white Band-Aid was overing it, but a few drops of blood had already seeped through it. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” you wrapped your arms around his waist, expecting him to push you away like he always did when he was injured. But instead he melted into you, letting his head droop to your shoulder and his hands resting lightly on your hips. You knew the injury was bothering him. 

“You’re really warm,” he said, his voice muffled by your hoodie. 

“Come on, baby,” you took his hand and pulled him down the hallway to your bedroom. He followed like a puppy dog. You sat him down on the edge of the bed and went to retrieve the first-aid kit from where you’d stashed it under the sink. 

“What are you doing?” he asked as he watched you open it and pull out a package of Band-Aids. 

“Changing that Band-Aid,” you answered, flicking your eyes up to his cut. “There’s blood coming through it, if you keep it on it’ll get infected.” 

Matt pouted up at you. 

“Quit being such a baby and let me put a new Band-Aid on your face,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. Matt smirked and kept his eyes on you as you carefully peeled off the white Band-Aid and replaced it with one of the new ones. 

“All better?” he asked. 

“All better,” you nodded and placed a gentle kiss over the Band-Aid. 

You turned around, ready to head back to the kitchen to finish making the mac n’ cheese you had started, when Matt’s hand latched around your wrist. You turned around, eyebrow raised in question. 

“Can you- do you want to- please stay with me, I don’t want to be alone,” he muttered, hanging his head. Your heart panged. There must have been something more to his injuries acquired at practice that a cut over his eye. 

“Did something else happen?” you asked, sitting down on the bed beside him. 

“It’s nothing,” he tried shrugging it off. “I just took a puck to the knee, that’s all. It’s not a big deal.” 

You watched as he pulled up the leg of the shorts he was wearing. An ugly purple bruise was starting to get darker. 

“I’m gonna go get you an ice pack,” you said, leaving before he got the chance to protest. When you got back you found his curled up in bed, cuddling a pillow. 

A smile shadowed your lips as you placed the ice pack on the bruise that was slowly forming on his left knee. The second Matt felt you near him he tossed aside the pillow and wrapped his arms around you instead. 

Matty was usually like a porcupine when he was injured, never wanting people around him. You had no idea what caused this change in him but you liked it and you didn’t want it to go back to the way it was. He almost never let you play with his curls but now he was humming in contentment as you raked your fingers through his hair and twisted the curls around your fingers. 

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He did it! - Leon Draisaitl

Pairing: Leon Draisaitl x Reader

Word count: 420 [LOL]

Request: hey! was wondering if you would do one with leon draisaitl with #15 from your prompt list? bc that night was great :) [he scores a hat trick]

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A/N: It was a little hard to write it because it is based on the real event (that’s why it’s short) but I hope you will like this imagine. I have more imagines, you can find my masterlist here. I also have a prompts list, if you want to request an imagine. Feel free to request anytime!

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You were ecstatic! You’re boyfriend Leon Draisaitl is an ice hockey forward for the Edmonton Oilers and they made it to the second round of the Stanley Cup play offs. You were so proud of him. The team was now playing their sixth game against the Anaheim Ducks. You were really nervous too because they were losing at the moment with 2-3 for the Ducks.

The game just started and you were in the booth with all the other wives and girlfriends. You were happy when Leon scored the first goal of the game and not to long after he scored a second one. The crowd went wild after other team mates of him scored another 3 goals. This all in the first period, you couldn’t believe it! You knew they were going to win! Talbot is a pretty good goalie, he saved a lot of pucks. There was a little intermission, so you held a little party in the booth. You were wondering if Leon could score a hat trick, if he did then you should celebrate it with him.

When the second period started you were really hoping he would score a hat trick now because you had the best idea celebrate it know. *wink wink* It was unbelievable how supportive the crowd is.

There it was – you couldn’t believe it – he scored a hat trick. ‘Oh my god, he did it!’, you screamed at the top of your lungs, you were sure you were going to lose your voice at the end of the night. You just jumped around the booth for joy, everyone was so happy he scored a hat trick. At the end of the game the team had won with 7-1, you were happy there could be a chance they would win the second round now. [I know they didn’t] You were waiting at the locker room for Leon to be done changing. Occasionally saying thank you to his team mates because they were congratulating your boyfriend and saying he did a good job. When he got out you jumped in his arms, giving him a big hug and a kiss on the lips. ‘Good job baby! I’m so proud of you!’, you said loudly. He laughed at your reaction and put you down on the ground. ‘I just know the right way to celebrate that.’, you whispered while winking at him. He blushed at your comment. When you got home, you just showed him what a good job he did on the ice.

[midnightsnyx]

“you smell nice” with leon draisaitl please!!

tysm <3 i hope you like it!! sunday night blurb & insta requests are open

The Oilers are hosting a charity event and you agreed to go with Leon. You’d been dating for almost a year and you were happier than you’d been in a long time. Your previous relationship wasn’t the best so at first you were nervous dating again but dating Leon was easier than breathing. He treats you with nothing but love and respect. 

You’re doing some light makeup when he comes in the bathroom, dressed and ready to go. You watch him shake his head and laugh softly.

“20 minutes?” he asks, and you grin.

“You know me so well,” you reply, trying not to squirm when he slide behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, tucking his face in your neck. 

“You smell nice,” he breathes and you laugh. 

“I’d hope so,” you joke, squealing when he gently nips the sensitive skin on your neck. You elbow him so he lets you go, leaning against the bathroom counter and watching you as you finish your makeup. He does that a lot, just stares at you but you’ve gotten used to it.

Once you finally finish your makeup and get dressed, the two of you quickly leave the house after realizing you’re running late. 

“Being fashionably late is the new cool,” he says and you roll your eyes but laugh. 

“Yeah, tell that to the big wigs, huh?”

Needless to say, you make it to the venue in record time.