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[myhockeyworld87]

Indecent Exposure - Sidney Crosby

Word Count: 1,682

Requested: Yes

Warnings: NSFW, Language, Unprotected Sex (Wrap it up kids) Masturbation

Notes: I took the liberty of combining two requests from the prompt list. Hope you guys don’t care. Would love your feedback...haha!

The Pens had a huge victory against the Capitals that night, and since there was a bit of a break everyone decided to go out after the win. You and Sid joined the group, everyone laughing and dancing. You'd even got up and done some karaoke with the girls. You guys were really just having the time of your life.

 It was shortly after midnight, that you glided your hands around Sidney's waist as he was in mid-conversation with Letang and Geno, for once not actually talking about hockey. When he paused you whispered into his ear, "how about we head home for the night?" You let your hands slide down his thighs then back up, hoping to insinuate what you wanted when you finally got there.

 He turned around and gave you a quick peck. "In a little bit babe, ok?" It wasn't the answer you were looking for, but you gave him a quick 'fine' before heading back over with the rest of the girls.

 An hour later, you were still at the bar. Sid was still in deep conversation with the guys, though he did glance over from time to time. You'd make a show every time that he did. Running your fingers up and down the long neck bottle of your hard cider. Exposing a little more cleavage from time to time as you undid a button on the shirt you were wearing. You could tell it was slowly driving him insane, but then it was his choice to stay at the bar.

 He was standing there with the guys just casually leaning against the table. The sight of him almost too much for you. You wanted to be home, naked and in bed with the man right this instant, but instead you tortured by his thick thighs and his juicy ass at the moment. You were left with no recourse but to do the one thing that you knew would drive him over the edge. It was only a minute before he looked your way and you pulled the signature move out. As soon as you did, he was excusing himself from the table and headed your way.

 "Stop biting your lip, you know that drives me crazy." He whispered low in your ear, so the other ladies wouldn't hear.

 "Does it?" You played all innocent when you knew it would get you the one thing that you wanted.

 "Well guys, it's been fun, but I think we're going to head out for the night." He announced to the group at large. You mumbled a goodbye as he dragged you off, the girls all laughing knowingly as you left. As soon as you got to the car, he pressed your body up against it and kissed you hard. His mouth crushing yours and stealing your breath away. It wasn't often that Sid got like this, so needy and demanding, but when he did you knew you were in for it. "Why do you have to tease like that?" He practically growled. His mouth closed back over yours before you could answer.

 His hand skated down to your hips, trapping you against the car as he pressed one of his meaty thighs between your legs. Automatically, you ground down on to him, seeking some sort of friction to ease your aching pussy. He nipped at your neck then, leaving little bite marks as he went. "Is this what you wanted baby girl?"

 A whimper escaped your lips. It was, but it wasn't enough at the same time. You wanted, no needed more. Sid must have sensed your urgency, as he undid the button of your jeans and rolled the zipper down. His hand snuck inside pushing your panties to the side as his calloused finger found your clit. "So, fucking wet. Have you been like this all night?"

 You nodded a yes, unable to speak at the moment, as he tweaked your little nub and pushed his thigh into your cunt at the same time. You were so close, the orgasm just skating to the surface, and then he stopped. Hand still pressing your hip into the car to hold you steady, as he removed his thigh and fingers. "Fuck, Sid." You whined. "Stop teasing me."

 "Oh baby, I haven't begun to tease you. I was just giving you a taste of your own medicine." He pecked your lips, before releasing you to open your car door. "Now you have something to think about on the car ride home."

 You slid into the passenger's seat, then waited for Sid to get in. There were two ways you could handle this, be a good girl, and just wait till you get home, or get yourself off while Sid drove. You chose the latter. As soon as the car started down the street, you reclined the seat back a bit, before slipping your hands inside your still unzipped jeans. Sid was right, you were dripping wet, but that really wasn't much of a surprise, as you'd wanted your boyfriend all night. Your hands were a poor substitute at the moment, but if Sid wanted to be a tease, you were willing to let him know that it went both ways. You let a moan escape your lips as you found your clit.

 He glanced over in your direction then. "Jesus (Y/N), what the fuck?"

 "What's wrong, babe? Don't you like this game anymore?" You answered slipping a finger between your folds and letting out a sigh of pleasure.

 "I'm driving for Christ's sake." An idea hit you then and you reached your other hand over the console, to unbuckle his belt. "Babe, stop that."

 "Both hands on the wheel Sid." You told him as he tried to swipe your hand away. It was a weak protest as you knew he wanted you to feel him. It didn't take much to unzip his pants and find his hard cock in his boxers. You could feel the precum oozing out of the head and you slid it on his member making it a bit easier to pump him in your hand.

 He hissed out his pleasure as your hand glided up and down his shaft. "Fuck baby girl." Your right hand continued to slowly circle your clit, just keeping yourself on the edge of pleasure, though you were ready to abandon that mission and wrap your lips around Sid's cock. Unconsciously, you bit your lip again just thinking about sucking him off. "Jesus, (Y/N), you gotta stop now!" You reached down and cupped his balls instead, then felt the car swerve. The action making you lose your pace. Sid pulled off the road then and put the car in park. "Pants off babe." You willingly obliged, shuffling your jeans and panties off as quickly as possible. Sid threw the seat back all the way before shoving his pants down past his knees. "Get over here." He growled as you crawled over the console to straddle him.

 There was no foreplay, as you'd just spent the last several minutes at that. He simply grabbed your hips and pressed you down onto his cock while thrusting up into you at the same time. It felt like heaven. His hands slid up your sides, and under your shirt, pulling it up over your breasts so he could fondle them. His mouth found your nipple through the lace bra and he gently nibbled on it as you started to ride his dick.

 You were a tangled mess of limbs in the small space, but it didn't matter as Sid was thrusting up inside you. He ripped off your shirt then, tired of fighting the fabric as it kept sliding down. Your bra was next to go as he flung it off and tossed it somewhere in the car. He grabbed your hips and held you down onto him as he used his muscular thighs to press into your core. You screamed out your pleasure, the sound filling the car. Your lips went down and found his and your tongues mimicked the actions of your bodies.

 His hand snaked around somehow between you to find you clit and you realized he must be close. He tweaked and circled the little nub, causing you to moan. Your legs started to tremble as the orgasm built, only this time Sidney didn't let up. His thrusts became erratic, but his fingers continued their assault on your clit, sending you over the edge as the orgasm washed over your body. He followed you almost immediately, as he pumped several times into you before finding his release.

 You slumped on top of him, both of you breathing heavily. It was a few minutes before either of you said anything. "That was…" you started to say.

 "I know." He answered before there was a knock on the window which startled you both.

 "Everyone ok in there?" Fuck who what that? A flashlight shown in and you tried to cover yourself as best as you could; Sid hands pressing you close to his body, as he rolled down the window.

 "Um yeah…officer," Sid answered, both of you blushing furiously.

 "Oh, Sid...I mean…a…Mr. Crosby," the officer stuttered. "Sorry to…a…interrupt."

 "Yeah, a no….it's fine. We were just…." You hid your face in Sid's shoulder. It wasn't like he needed to explain what you were doing. You were naked with Sid's cock still semi-erect inside you. I'm sure the officer knew what you were doing.

 "Um yeah…so I suggest, that maybe you take this somewhere else than the highway."

 "Uh…yes, sir. We were just going to do that." Sid told him.

 "Well, have a good night. Great game by the way." Oh my god, this was so utterly embarrassing but it just got worse when the cop said. "Think I could get your autograph?"

 Sid being Sid, simply said, "Sure." And proceeded to sign a scrap of paper the office had. "There ya go."

 "Thanks again." The officer headed off and the two of you collapsed into a fit of laughter, before heading home for round two.  

[myhockeyworld87]

DM (Damaging Messages) - Tyler Seguin

Word Count: 1,159

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Language

When you first met Tyler he was all roses and champagne all the time. He did everything that he could to win you over and it totally worked. You were into him hook, line and sinker, no matter how many people told you he was a player. You just didn’t believe them. He was too sweet and attentive to be the guy that they talked about. Your standard answer was that he’d matured and put all that behind him, or so you thought.

 You were a year into the relationship when rumors started flying about that he was sending up his signature bat signal again every time he was on an away trip. When you’d ask him about it, he’d blow it off and tell you, that the view was too nice from the hotel room not to take a picture, or that it was the first snowfall. There was always an excuse and damn if you didn’t believe them.

 Weeks later you started getting DMs from people you didn’t know claiming that he was hooking up with them. They gave dates, times, and even places. It made you sick to your stomach. The first few you ignored, chalking it up to crazy fangirls, but when they kept coming in you had no choice but to ask him about them.

 “Ty, where did you go again last night?”

 “Over to Chubbs to watch the Predators game. Why?”

 “I thought you said it was Rads?” Actually, you knew he said Jamie’s but you wanted to see how he’d answer.

 “No babe it was Jamie’s, but you still didn’t tell me why?”

 “It’s just some random in my Insta telling me they slept with you last night again.” You’d had this discussion so many times and he always said the same thing.

 “Babe, I don’t know why you even open those. It’s all bullshit, just trying to break us up.” He took you in his arms then, the sweet caring Tyler that you knew coming out.

 “I know Ty. I’m sorry for not trusting you.” And so it went every couple of weeks when you would get another DM in. 

 Until the one night that he was on a particularly long home stretch. Tyler had said that the guys were going out. It didn’t really bother you that he was, but your friends decided it was the perfect time to see if there were any truth to these messages you kept getting. They decided the best plan was to just stake out Tyler’s place and wait to see where he went. The only thing was, he never left. Part of you was relieved because it meant that you were right to trust him. You tried to convince them to just leave but they insisted you wait a while longer. 

 It wasn’t long before a strange car pulled into the drive, a sexy blonde getting out and going to the door. Tyler opened it and pulled her into a passionate kiss. You could’ve thrown up right there, for you realized it was the same girl that had been messaging you. Lucky for you one of your friends snapped a pic of the two of them, so you could call him out on it when you were ready. They drove off and you all went back to your place where you drank yourself into oblivion. 

 When you finally woke up, hungover as hell, you noticed you had a bunch of missed calls from Tyler. They were all after three in the morning. There were a couple voicemails as well, saying that he just got home and he wanted you to come over. It disgusted you. You refused to call him back and turned your phone off so you wouldn’t have to deal with him. 

 After downing some water, along with some Tylenol, you took a shower and made yourself presentable. Then spent the rest of the day on the couch, bingeing sapping movies while you sat there crying eating a bag of chips. Some people preferred chocolate or ice cream at this time, but your go-to had always been something salty, maybe it reflected your mood. 

 It was late in the evening when you heard a knock on your door. You got up, hoping that it was one of your friends come back to commiserate with you. Unfortunately, it was Tyler. You choose not to answer the door and instead just stood there. “Come on (Y/N), answer the door. I could hear you on the other side.” Shit, why did your apartment have to be so loud at times? “I don’t know why you’re not answering my calls. Just let me in so we can talk about whatever it is.”

 “Go away, Tyler. I don’t want to see you.” 

 “Please babe, I just want to talk.” You really didn’t want to but decided it was better to just rip the bandaid off now than to wait. Unlocking the door, you let him inside. “Babe, what’s wrong? You look like you’ve been crying.” He went to take you in his arms and you deftly moved out of his reach. He looked as if you’d struck him instead of avoiding him altogether. “Jesus, (Y/N), what’s wrong?”

 “How long Ty? That’s all I want to know.”

 “How long for what?”

 “Don’t play fucking dumb with me. I know you’ve been fucking that girl that sent me those messages.” You walked over to the couch then, to grab your phone.

 “Babe, how many times do I have to tell you? That’s just some crazy fangirl that’s sending you those. It happens a lot to all of the guys.” It was just like Tyler to drag his teammates into this as well.

 “Don’t even try to lie you’re way out of this one Ty. I saw you with her.” You were so sick of the lies. “We’re done, Ty. I want you out of my apartment and out of my life.”

 “Babe you don’t know what you’re talking about. Why are you doing this to me?”

 “You did this to yourself!” You fairly spat the words at him, then scrolled through your phone to bring up the picture your friend had text you. “I even have proof.”

 He grabbed the phone and looked at the picture, a look of shock on his face. “It’s not what you think, babe. I can explain.”

 “Save it, Ty. I’m done being your doormat. I deserve so much better. Now get the fuck out of my life and don’t come back.” You grabbed your phone and headed straight to the door, opening it for him to leave. 

 “This isn’t over (Y/N).”

 He exited the apartment then, turning back to you one last time. “It’s over Ty. It was over the minute you cheated on me. I was just too blind to see it, but now…well, let’s just say I can see everything clearly.” With that, you slammed the door in his face. 

[myhockeyworld87]

Afraid - David Pastrnak

Word Count: 2,418

Requested: Yes

POV: Reader

Warnings: Language 

Notes: I can’t find the original request, but this is the one someone wanted me to write with the Bruins and I was going to change it to the Stars, so I hope this ends up being ok. Happy Reading!

The first thing you realized when you met David, or Pasta, as everyone else called him, was that he wasn't afraid of anything. He wasn't afraid to drop the gloves and fight when he was on the ice, even though it worried the hell out of you; and he surely wasn't afraid to kill any of the gross and nasty bugs that would fly or crawl into your place. When you watched a scary movie, you were constantly hiding your head into his chest. His teammates would try to get the upper hand on him all the time, pulling pranks on him, but nothing seemed to make him flinch.

 You were at one of the Bruins get together early on in the season, hanging by the pool when Jake tried to scare him by slithering a snake down his shoulder. It was an elaborate plan, he and Marchand were up on the roof, while Krug was distracting Pasta. They dropped the fake reptile down onto him perfectly; though David just laughed and continued on with his conversation as if nothing happened.

 It was after that, that Jake cornered you and asked for your help. "Come on, (Y/N), you've got to know something that he's afraid of."

 "Honestly, I can't think of a thing."

 "Nothing at all? What about bears attacking him or fear of heights?" You made a face at him as if to say are you kidding me. He needed to think bigger. "We really need your help here."

 "I'll try and think of something." It was two weeks later when you were lying in bed with Pasta, watching some nonsense on television, that it came to you. You weren't sure what it was, but there was a noise in the house that had both of you looking at each other. David went to investigate and found nothing. "Maybe it's a ghost," you teased.

 "Shut up, that's not funny." He said crawling back under the covers.

 "David, you're not afraid of a little ghost are you?" He just smirked at you, not saying a word. "What is my big strong hockey player scared of the boogeyman?"

 He flipped you on your back, looming over you then, causing you to gasp as he pressed his erection into your body. "Mmm, nothing to be afraid of here." He breathed out, then pulled your shirt up kissing his way up to your breasts. "I don't see any ghosts here either, but maybe I should do a thorough investigation." He then proceeded to strip your body and comb every inch of it with his mouth before making you beg for him inside you.

 It was about a week later when you were finally able to give Jake the idea. "You really think that would get him?" He asked.

 "I mean it's worth a try."

 Jake had an elaborate scheme; he'd rented out a bed and breakfast for the guys to stay at overnight. He'd made arrangements with the owner to have some hair-raising events happen throughout the night to make it seem as if the place was haunted. "I'm not going if you don't go." Pasta insisted.

 "But isn't this a team thing, not a couple's thing." You knew what was going to happen and didn't want any parts of it.

 "So, we can make it a couples thing. I don't get to see you enough as it is." He grabbed you around the waist and pulled you close. "I'm not spending one of my nights at home without you." He kissed your lips then and you melted. "Come on, I'll call Marchy and see if he and Kat can get someone to watch the kids for the night. I'm sure they could use a night off. Maybe Torey will bring Mel too."

 "Yeah, and what about Jake? He'll be all alone." It was a last-ditch effort, for you knew your boyfriend could be stubborn when he wanted to. "Maybe he needs this guy time or something."

 "If you invite Sara, he'll be fine. You know he's been working on dating her for a while now. This will just help them out a bit. You know, nudge them in the right direction."

 The fact that Sara had been bugging you to set her up with Jake, didn't help. If she found out about something like this, she'd kill you for not inviting her. "Call Jake and make sure it's ok with him first."

 "He'll be fine with it." When you swatted his chest, he sighed. "Ouch, alright I'll call him." Of course, Jake was fine with everything; he and Marchy were dying to scare the wits out of Pasta for years. You packed an overnight bag for both of you to stay in the country bed and breakfast. Jake and Sara drove with the two of you, while the other four went in Marchand's car. The two- and half-hour drive was beautiful as the leaves on the trees were covered in vibrant shades of orange, red, and yellow.

 The house was a giant old Victorian home, that looked warm and inviting; if you didn't know what was going to happen you'd actually want to just come for the weekend and get away. "Wow, this place is beautiful," Sara exclaimed while you were getting out of the car.

 "Yeah, nice call Jake," Pasta added as the two guys grabbed your overnight bags. You glared over at Jake, who just smirked back. The other four pulled in next to you guys and soon everyone was being shown to their rooms. Your little group explored the town, doing wine tasting, and checking out the local flavor the town had to offer. After a wonderful dinner your host had made, she started to tell you the legend of the home.

 "It was built back in the 1800s, right before the civil war. You know Massachusetts played a significant role in the antislavery movement." Everyone was listening with rapt attention. "This house held some very important strategy meetings in it. Well, that was until one night, when rebel spies came in and slaughter two generals right in their beds. They say sometimes at night they still roam these halls plotting their revenge." You saw Sara's eyes widen at the tale, as the girl was definitely afraid of the supernatural. "Well on that note, I'll leave you all to it. Make yourselves at home, and if you need anything we're right next door. I'll be back in the morning to make everyone breakfast." There were a round of goodnights and a bunch of thank-yous before she added. "Oh, there's also a Ouija board if you interested in seeing if their spirits are still here." With that, she headed out the door.

 "Oh, no we are not doing that." Sara was the first to say.

 "Come on babe," Jake said to her, though part of you wondered when he started using the term of endearment. "It'll be fun. It's not like this place is haunted or anything."

 "Yeah, I can't see the harm in it," Brad added. "As long as no one pushes the little letter mover."  

 "It's a planchette, dummy," Katrina responded, swiping her hubby upside the head.

 "How do you know this?"

 "I know lots of things, but you never ask." Jake was already bringing out the board to play. You could see a slight hesitation in David's eyes and while you knew the entire thing was set up you weren't that keen on playing with a device used to contact the spirit world.

 "Come on it'll be a good time. Now everyone put one finger on the…"

 "Planchette," Kat supplied again.

 "Yeah, what she said." He went and shut the lights off, leaving the room basked in the glow of the flickering candles in the room.

 "I'm not so sure about this." You reiterated just to make it known that you were not in on this.

 "It's fine (Y/N), you have Pasta to protect you. He's not afraid of anything. Are you?"

 "What me, afraid?" He shook his head, but you still heard a slight hitch in his voice. "Never."

 "Alright, let's get to it." Everyone put a finger on the cursor. "Spirit of this house, we ask you to let us know you are hear." The small wooden shape moved over to the word 'yes.'

 "Somebody moved that," Krug yelled out, to which everyone answered not me. "This is fucked up."

 "Ask it something else," Mel encouraged.

 "Can you give us a sign?" Jake said now looking up into the room as if the spirit was somehow hovering above you. The curtains on the window, which were open, suddenly closed. Everyone gasping as they did.

 Sara pulled her finger off the planchette. "I don't want to play this anymore."

 "Alright which one of you assholes is pulling the cord," Pasta asked.

 "How the hell are we suppose to do that when we're not even close to it," Marchand answered.

 "Spirit make your presence known," Jake asked again before anyone could question anything else happening. It took a second, but then you felt a warm breeze waft into the room, a ghostly figure taking form in the reflection of the glass of the picture hanging on the wall. You gasped and pointed, taken back slightly even though you knew it was only a parlor trick. It disappeared as fast as it came.

 "This isn't funny anymore," Mel told everyone in the room and you wondered if their husbands had let them in on the joke. From the look on her face that was at least not the case with Mel.

 "Oh, it's harmless, here let me try." Kat chimed in. "Spirit tell us who you are?" the cursor glided across the board to the letters G-E-N-E-R-A-L. "General who?" It then moved to M-E-A-G-H-E-R. "General Meager, were you killed in the civil war?" Kat really seemed to be getting into the game even more so as it moved to yes.

 Krug got in on the questions, asking, "Were you murdered here?" The planchette moved back again to yes, only this time a candle blew out with it.

 "Maybe we shouldn't be doing this, guys. I think we're scaring the girls here." Pasta said a slight tremble in his voice.

 "You aren't scared are you Pasta?" Jake teased. The word 'NO' came out much sharper than intended. "Give us another sign." The lights to the room went on and off several times, and you knew Jake had to be controlling it with some remote.

 There were more questions, which were met with moves of the cursor answering them. Of course, Marchand had to ask another question to have something spooky happen. "Were you secretly a spy?" The cursor moved quickly up to the word no and there was a loud crash in the room off to the side. Everyone screamed, well at least you girls did but even the guys gasped as the noise startled all of you.

 "I think you angered it," Jake told the group.

 "All right, I think we've all had enough of this little game guys." Pasta chided the men. "You're frightening the girls." You could also tell that he was scared as well. His leg hadn't stopped shaking; it was a definite sign he was nervous.

 "Admit it, man, you're afraid as well." Jake taunted him. You weren't sure if it was enough to get David to admit anything, but then the candle levitated off the table; not more than an inch but it had you clutching Pasta's arm.

 "Fine, this is freaking me the fuck out. Now, knock it off."

 "I….we…" Jake's voice was trembling with fear. "Didn't do that."

 "Fuck no man," Marchy added and suddenly the room got hot as if all the air had been sucked out of it. Torey pushed the board away, signaling an end to the game. "This isn't funny anymore."

 "Turn the damn lights on Jake," David yelled, and Jake got up to turn them back on, only when he flicked the switch nothing happened. He did it about five times repeatedly and nothing happened.

 "Seriously, Jake this is not funny at all." You screamed and huddled closer to David. It was then that you heard a ghostly voice moaning out in pain. The sound sent shivers up your spine. Suddenly the painting on the wall, crashed to the floor, splintering the glass in little pieces. Everyone shrieked.

 "I'm not doing this; I swear to god!" Jake whimpered out completely scared now like the rest of you. Marchy and Krug echoing that they weren't involved in this either.

 "I think we should leave," Sara whined, but you totally agreed.

 "Oh my god," Mel gasped out, pointing over to the mirror where blood was dripping down. You had no clue what was happening but there was no way in hell you were staying at this place.

 "Holy Fuck!" You heard Brad, or maybe it was Jake, yell; perhaps it was both. It was then that you felt Pasta shaking beside you. Automatically, you assumed it was from being just as afraid as all of you. That was until you heard his loud bark of laughter.

 "What the?" It was your thoughts, but Debrusk was the one to give it voice.

 Just then the lights came on, Pasta still laughing hysterically. He pulled a remote out of his pocket. "You fools thought that you could get me, but looks like I got you instead."

 You pulled away from him and smacked him hard on the shoulder, where he mouthed out an 'ow.' "Not funny David, not funny at all."

 "Oh, I beg to differ sweetheart. The looks on all of your faces are quite funny."

 "Wait this whole thing was a setup?" Sara asked.

 "Yes," Pasta admitted, before continuing. "These three thought they could scare me, but I turned it around on them. I told you I'm not afraid of anything." Suddenly, all the candles on the table blew out, even though the air didn't stir. "Haha, very funny guys, but the joke is over."

 "I thought you did that," Jake said.

 Pasta shook his head no, while everyone else looked at each other. "Maybe, you should stay someplace else for the night," David admitted, somewhat shaken by what happened. Everyone agreed and headed upstairs to go grab their things. What no one saw was the smirk on your face, for in the end, you were the one who had the upper hand on them all.  

[myhockeyworld87]

My Protector - Jamie Benn

Word Count: 1,143

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Language, mention of drugging someone

It’d seemed like you’d been friends with Jamie forever. Well at least since he’d moved to Dallas. When he was in town, you two were always together. He was always there for you whenever you needed him, just as you were there for him. But having Jamie around also had its downside.

 “Really Jame? I actually liked that one.”

 “Please he was trash and you know it.” He insisted after he’d scared off the poor guy you’d only gone on two dates with. “If he was really worth it, there’d be no way in hell he’d let me scare him away.”

 He had a point, but you certainly weren't going to be the one to tell him that. “How am I supposed to find that out though if you come off all protective of me, all the time.”

 “Fine, I’ll back off if that’s what you want.”

 “It is.” After your little tiff with Jamie, he went radio silent for a week. He could be brooding menace at times, but he always came around, and you knew that he was only doing it because he cared about you. 

 This is why a week later you were on the phone, making it up to him by cooking dinner, to be followed up with some movie, you’d let him pick out. Your friendship picked back up easily after that, you going to his home games and cheering him on. It was how you’d found yourself out at the bar with a few of Jamie’s teammates and significant others.

 The place was crowded, and you headed out on the dance floor with a few of the girls. You were having a great time when Alandra leaned over to tell you something. “Don’t look now, but I think that guy over there is checking you out.” She nodded in a direction behind you and carefully you waited, before turning to see who she meant. He was hot, there was no doubt about that, but in the frat-boy kind of way. Clean cut, hair a bit too long but perfect at the same time. He wasn’t not your type, but you couldn’t say he was either. 

 “He's cute.” You told her and went back to dancing. It was several minutes later that you found yourself at the bar, ordering another drink when he came up to you.

 “Hey, can I buy you a drink?” He offered.

 Who were you to pass up free alcohol? “Thanks, that’d be nice.”

 “I’m Kyle.” You were actually surprised it wasn’t Brad, but Kyle was just another typical frat boy name as well. 

 “(Y/N),” you told him as you extended your hand in greeting.

 “I haven’t seen you here before. Do you come here often?”

 You chuckled and he looked a bit offended. “Sorry, but are you really going to use that line?”

 He gave a small laugh then. “Yeah, I guess it was kind of lame. You’re just…well really gorgeous and it was the first thing to come to my mind.” You blushed a little then, sweeping a loose strand of hair back to cover a bit. The bartender brought your drinks then, but neither of you touched them as Kyle paid for them. “So my friends are over there,” he pointed but it was so crowded you really couldn’t see a group of people. “No, no. Over there.” He turned you around then so that your back was to him. His left hand pointing out over the crowd as you looked around. It took you a minute or so to find who he meant. Only really catching a glimpse before being turned back around by Kyle. “Care to go over and meet them? I’d love to chat with you more.”

 You really couldn’t see the harm in spending a few minutes with them. Even if he was your typical frat boy, he still seemed like someone it wouldn’t hurt to get to know. Who knows where things could lead. “Sure, why not.” 

 He handed you your drink, then clink his glass with yours. “To getting to know one another.” You took a sip and went to put the drink back down, but Kyle took your hand to try to get you to drink more.

 “Don’t you dare touch her!” The words were all but growled out of Jamie’s throat, as he grabbed Kyle and pressed him up against the bar.

 “Jamie, what are you doing?”

 “This little fucker just put something in your drink.” You gasped and looked down at the liquid, barely able to see a few particles floating around. Thankfully you'd only taken a small sip. The bartender came over then. 

 “Is there a problem here?”

 “Yeah, you need to call the cops, as this guy was attempting to drug my friend.” The realization of what was happening hit you then. The bartender called over a bouncer and Kyle was taken to the backroom to wait for the police to show up. “Are you ok?” Jamie asked, running his hands down your arms. You collapsed into him feeling so relieved that he just saved you from what you were sure would be the most horrible night of your life. 

 It was a couple minutes before you were able to pull out of the embrace to thank him. “Oh my god, Jame, I don’t know how to thank you. I’m so glad you saw what he did and stopped him.”

 “I’d never let anyone hurt you, (Y/N).” His hands cupped your cheeks then and there was such sincerity in his words but there was also something more there in his eyes. It stole your breath away. 

 “Jamie…I…” there was so much you wanted to say but you simply didn’t know how; luckily Jamie said it for you.

 “Damnit (Y/N), I love you. I have for some time. It’s why I’m always scaring all those other guys away from you. But tonight…” he blew out a breath. “Fuck, if something were to happen to you I’d die. I just…”

 “I know Jamie…and I love you too.”

 He looked taken back at your words. “You do?”

 “Yes. I have for a while. I just…well I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, but tonight if you hadn’t had been here…” You trailed off but then quickly followed up. “But you’re always there, aren’t you? Always protecting me, keeping me safe. I love you for that Jamie. I love you for scaring everyone else away because the only person I want to be with is you.” He finally kissed you then, right there in the middle of the bar with god only knew how many people watching, and it was the most magical moment in your entire life.

 When you finally parted, he bent his forehead down to yours before whispering. “I love you too (Y/N) and I’m always going to keep you safe.”

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Critters - Jamie Benn

Word Count: 870

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Maybe language, rodents

Notes: I wish I was good at photoshop, because I would totally place a broom instead of a hockey stick in this picture.

Your house with Jamie was enormous, and even more so when he was gone on road trips. It was difficult to find things to do some days other than clean the house. You’d always thought you’d done a pretty good job at keeping the place neat and tidy. At least you thought so, until one evening.

 Jamie had been on a road trip but was coming home late that night. You’d watched his game on tv, and decided to try and stay up for when he finally got home. By your calculations, he should be home any minute. So you decided to head to the bathroom real quick getting that out of the way, so you could give Jamie the attention you wanted. You were literally mid-stream in the small closed-off water closet, when a mouse ran right across your feet. The blood-curdling scream you let out could’ve woken the dead. The mouse scurried back behind the toilet and you jumped out of the room, slamming the door shut before it could get out.

 It was then that you noticed the small crack between the door and the floor, so you grabbed the towels on the bar and shoved them with your foot, up against the door so it couldn’t get out. That’s when Jamie ran in. “(Y/N), are you ok? I heard you scream from the garage.” He was out of breath from running through the house to get to you. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

 “Not a ghost J…a mouse. There’s a fucking mouse in my house.” Jamie burst out laughing. “It’s not funny Jame. I’m not sleeping in this house with that thing in here.”

 “Babe, it’s just a little mouse, it’s not going to hurt you.”

 “What if it crawls on my face while I’m sleeping?”

 Jamie just gave you a look before adding, “Really babe, it’s not going to do that.”

 “J, you need to get it out of the house NOW!”

 He released another laugh. “Fine, let me go get a bucket or something.” He went back out to the garage to get one, while you sat on the vanity counter, refusing to let your feet touch the floor until Jamie got the mouse of your home. Jamie came back with a broom and a bucket, that you had a feeling you’d be burning after this. “Babe are you sure you want to stay here? I’m going to open the door and it may run out.”

 You scooted your feet up on the counter with you. “I want to make sure you get it and don’t just tell me you got.”

 He cocked his head at you, “Would I do that?”

 “Yes, because it’s two in the morning and I know you’re tired. Close the bathroom door so it doesn’t get in our bedroom.” It hit you then, that it probably was already in your room and you shuttered. Jamie closed the door before opening the private room that held the toilet and the mouse. You saw him look around for the little rodent, then heard the broom slap up against the wall. He missed it the first try and it scurried out to the main bath, where he threw the bucket over top of the small creature capturing it. He hadn’t thought about how to keep it in the bucket though. “Grab a magazine.”

 He did as you told him and wiggled it under the bucket, flipping everything upright so the mouse was trapped inside. You squealed, to which Jamie just laughed. “Alright I’m taking him outside, so you can come down now.”

 “Take him to the end of the driveway. I don’t want him to come back inside.” You could hear him laughing the whole way out. You still had to pee but didn’t want to go back in that little room again, so you headed out to the guest bath.

 “Babe, where are you? The mouse is gone. You can come out now.”

 “I’m in the guest room.”

 He stuck his head in as you were coming out. “Why?”

 “I had to finish peeing and I couldn’t until I disinfect that room.”

 “Finish?”

 “That’s what I was doing when it ran across my feet. I couldn’t finish.” You thought Jamie couldn’t laugh any more than he already had, but he let out a booming one that had tears rolling down his face. “It’s not funny Jame.”

 Once he finally caught his breath, he said. “Yes, it is, babe. I’m just picturing it in my head.” You had to admit it was kind of funny and giggled a bit with him. “So are we sleeping in here tonight or can we go back to our bed?”

 “We can go to our room, as long as you promise to get an exterminator in here tomorrow.”

 “Deal,” He said scooping you up in his arms and kissing you soundly.

 “I’m glad your home, J.”

 “Yeah, so I can get the critters out of the house.”

 “Well, that too, but I really missed you.” You kissed him then. “So how about I thank you for being my big strong hero?”

 He tossed you down on the bed. “I won’t say no to that.”

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Take My Breath Away - Tyson Barrie

Word Count: 1,371

Requested: Yes

POV: Tyson’s

Warnings: None, this is just fluff

You’d met (Y/N) through mutual friends, those being Gabe and Mel. They were the same two people who encouraged you to ask her out. “Look, I’m just saying, you said you didn’t have a date for charity event coming up. You should just ask her to go with you.” Gabe suggested.

“Do you really think she would go with me?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t she?”

“Come on, it’s not like I’m really her type. I mean if I were Barbsy maybe.” Mark seemed more the type she went for than yourself if you were being honest.

“And you’re basing this off of what?” Gabe continued to question.

“Well, it was like two weeks ago when we were all out at the bar. Did you see her talking to that guy? He could’ve been Barberio’s double, I swear.” Gabe erupted in laughter. “Dude, it’s not that funny.” The guy was tall, dark and ruggedly handsome if you liked that sort.

Once he finally calmed down he answered you. “It is when you know that, that guy is her gay friend named Alex.”

“Wait what?”

“Yeah Mel, had to tell me. I had no clue either. He’s a really good guy, really funny; you’d like him.” Gabe added. “Just ask her to the gala and if you have a good time then you can ask her out on a date. What could it hurt?”

You followed Gabe's advice and asked her to accompany you; to your great surprise, she said yes. You found yourself at her door, picking her up that night. She looked stunning, standing there in a long blue gown, in fact, it took your breath away. It hugged her in all the right places, a low-cut back with a deep v-neck that revealed just the right amount of skin. “You look beautiful.” You softly breathed out.

“Thank you, you look pretty handsome yourself.” You headed off to the gala, a steady stream of conversation between the two of you the whole ride. It was easy and natural to be with her and you hoped the night would be this way as well.

As it turned out, it was. She was charming to all the patrons, carrying on light conversations with them. She even offered to take pictures of you and fans. The more time you spent with her, the longer you wanted it to be just the two of you. You were sharing a table with Mel and Gabe when the two women excused themselves to ‘powder’ their noses. “She’s perfect.” You told Gabe once they left. “Now what do I do?”

“Ask her out silly.” At the end of the night, you planned on just doing that.

You took her out on the dance floor, the two of you twirling around and swaying to the beat. She felt like heaven in your arms. “You’re a really good dancer,” she told you as you led her through the steps.

“It’s easy with you in my arms.” She blushed slightly and hid her face. “So you wouldn’t want to do this again, would you?”

“The dance or the gala?” She asked a wide grin on her face.

“Well…um…I meant actually going out on a date. You know maybe just the two of you sometime, instead of all these people.” It was your turn to be nervous.

“So just the two of us huh?”

“Well…yeah.”

“I think I’d like that…a lot.” You weren’t sure who's smile was wider, yours or (Y/N)’s. It was a week later that she was making you dinner at her place. You’d just got home from a road trip, where you had literally talked to her every day. You had planned on taking her out to a really nice restaurant, but she had caught on to you complaining the one night about not having a home-cooked meal. So when she suggested that she’d cook for you, you’d take her up on the offer.

“I was a little leery about what to cook since I don’t know your diet and all.” You always opted for healthy choices and the team chefs usually did a great job with that. “But then you mentioned you had a craving for pasta, so I thought I’d do a chicken parm with zucchini noodles.”

“Sounds and smells amazing, but you could’ve done regular pasta and not gone to all the trouble with the zucchini. I’m not that strict.”

“Oh, well now that I know that, I’ll make homemade noodles next time.”

“You make pasta?” (Y/N) was like a dream come true, beautiful and she cooked. It was almost as if she was made for you.

“Yeah, I really enjoy cooking and baking.” She baked too?

“I love to bake. My mom taught me to make the best lava cake.”

“Maybe we could make it together sometime.” Well, it was nice to know that she saw the two of you going out again, especially since the longer you knew her; the more you liked her.”

“I like that idea.” Dinner was amazing; (Y/N) was really a great cook.

The two of you hung out on the sofa drinking wine, talking, and laughing most of the night. Honestly, you couldn’t have asked for a more perfect date. It got late and you knew you should leave, but there was still one thing you were dying do. Your one arm had been casually draped across the back of the couch, near her neck, and set your wine glass down and then plucked hers out of her hands. You shifted your body closer to hers, then sifted your hands through her hair, drawing her near. She came willingly. You gave her a second to pull away but when she didn’t; you dropped your lips down to hers. The kiss was sweet and gentle, not really seeking anything, just learning each other. Slowly, she melted into your arms, opening slightly to allow you to deepen the kiss. She tasted of the wine you’d just had and you could get drunk on her taste alone. Her fingers played with the hair at the nape of your neck, sending chills all over your body. Your hands skated down her back, then roamed up her sides. You weren’t sure how long the two of you kissed, but it could’ve gone on all night as far as you were concerned.

As you lay in bed that night, you remembered every detail of that kiss. You’d honestly never forget it, as long as you lived. Now two and half years later it was just one of many that you’d shared with (Y/N). She was your soulmate; you knew that as sure as you knew that you needed oxygen to breathe. It was one of the reasons you’d asked her to move to Toronto with you, when you were traded and why you had a ring hidden your closet, waiting for the perfect time to give it to her.

Right now, might not be that moment, but you did have it planned out for when you were in the Bahamas. Tonight was the night of the charity gala for the Maple Leafs, and it reminded you so much of that first night, that wasn’t exactly a date but wasn’t not one either. “Babe, are you ready yet?” You yelled from downstairs.

“Just finished putting on lipstick.” She shouted back, then descended the staircase. The gown she had on was reminiscent of the one she wore back in Colorado. You were momentarily speechless and she raised her eyebrow at you.

“You take my breath away, you know,” You laughed lightly. “Just like the song.” You then proceeded to sing the lyrics to the popular ballad. (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“God, Tys you are so cheesy.”

“I know but you love me.” You pecked her lips, wanting to kiss her senseless but knew that would only lead to other things.

“Yes, I do. Now, come on Celine Dion, we better get going before we’re late.”

“Seriously, babe, you’re going to bring that up again.” She continually teased you about singing that song once. “It’s an iconic song.”

“Not when you sing it, hun.” She kissed you real quick then headed to the car. God, you loved this woman.  

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All Clean - Jamie Oleksiak

Word Count: 657

Requested: Yes

When you heard the doorbell, your mind scrambled to try and think who it was. You weren’t expecting anyone or food for that matter. You’d been in the middle of cleaning the bathroom when it rang. So there you were answering the door looking like a bum. You had your cleaning clothes on, the leggings with holes in them, along with a t-shirt that was half hanging off your one shoulder. Your hair was thrown up in a messy bun, well that was kind of an understatement as it was falling out at this point. 

 As you peered through the peephole, you saw Jamie standing there. The two of you had officially been dating for a while now, though you were quite sure he’d never seen you look this much of a mess. And had he not been standing on your porch right now, he still wouldn’t be seeing you like this. He was supposed to be on a road trip and not coming home until later or at least that’s what he told you when you made plans to meet up for dinner. 

 “Jame, what are you doing here?” You asked half hiding behind the door. 

 “We got in early and I just wanted to head over and see my girl.” He answered walking through the archway into your townhouse. “Have you always been this beautiful?” He bent down and greeted with a passionate kiss, and had you not been so worried about your appearance; you would’ve been swept away in an instant. 

 You pulled away from the kiss saying, “Haha, you’re so funny. Why don’t you grab a drink, while I go change?”

 He grabbed your hand before you could dash upstairs. “Baby, you look beautiful.”

 “No, I don’t.” You added as he hulled you into his arms. “I was cleaning the bathroom and probably smell. Whereas you look all….” Your hands, which you realized where the only clean at the moment, skated up his shirt. “Well, you look your handsome self as always. At least let me go grab a shower and put on some decent clothes.”

 “Good idea. I’ll join you.”

 You giggled. “This is not your fancy place Jame, it’s just a regular old bathroom, with not much space for both of us.”

 “Which is why you should move in with me?”

 You blinked a few times at his words. Were you hearing him correctly? “I’m sorry what did you say?”

 “Honestly (Y/N), I don’t think I’ll ever be able to live without you. It’s why I came here first thing when I got off the plane.” He pulled you closer to him if that was even possible. “I want you not only in my life (Y/N), but in my home and bed as well. Well if you say yes it’ll be our home and bed.” 

 He looked down at you, just waiting for your answer. It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about it. You knew that Jamie was the one for you. “Are you sure you can handle me looking like this from time to time?”

 His nose touched yours as he gave you a sweet little Eskimo kiss. “Babe, you’d look gorgeous in a paper bag and I look forward to seeing you like this all the time.”

 “Well, not all the time.” You said before going up on your tiptoes and giving him a kiss.

 “So, is that a yes?” Jamie asked expectantly.

 “Hmmm, I think it is.” He picked you up and swung you around the living room before setting you back down where his lips devoured you. When he finally broke away, he took your hand and started upstairs with you. “Ummm where are we going?”

 “Well I’m willing to attempt shower sex in your bathroom or did you want to start packing first?” You just laughed all the way upstairs with the man you knew you’d be spending the rest of your life with. 

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Crosby- I’m too sober for this.

The Pens Halloween party was always a good time. Everyone dressed up, some in groups and some as couples. You and Sid had gone for the couple’s thing again this year, going as Danny and Sandy from Grease this time. You wanted to go for the big poufy poodle skirt, but Sid thought the leather outfit at the end would look so hot on you. So here you were squeezing into the tight leather pants and off the shoulder top. You finished the look off with the curly blonde wig, and bright red lipstick.

 “Woah,” Sid commented as you came down the stairs. “Let’s just skip the party.”

 You just laughed at him, drinking in the sight of him in tight jeans and a leather jacket, hair all slicked back. He looked fine, and you were half tempted to take him up on his request to stay home. “We’re going,” you countered. “If only for a little bit.”

 He grabbed your waist and pulled you in close to him. “Sure I can’t change your mind.” He kissed the hollow of your neck and you melted just a bit, before steeling your resolve and pushing him slightly back.

 “Stop,” you playfully responded. “We’re going to be late.” He blew out a frustrated breath, then laced your hands together before heading out to the car. This year the team had decided to hold the party at a local bar they frequented. They’d gone all out and got a DJ and everything. It was a few days before Halloween, so the bar was less crowded than normal.

 “Oh my god, you guys look so cute!” Kelsey exclaimed. She and Bryan were dressed as Winnie the Pooh and Piglet, with ZAR being their Eyeore.

 “So do you! How did you get Rusty and ZAR to wear those?”

 “They were totally up for it.” You were pretty sure there had to be some convincing but they looked great anyhow. As the night got underway, everyone was drinking, dancing and having a great time. You were pretty sure it was Horny who went up and got the DJ to play ABBA so that he and Malin could karaoke to it, which got the whole place really going. Everyone was up requesting a song to sing.

 “You guys have to do get up there and do You’re the One that I Want.” Pleaded Kayla, Dumo’s wife. “Your dressed for the part.”

 “It will make the party if you do.” Dumo chimed in, ribbing Sid in the side.

 “Well what do you say Sid?” You asked your fiancé.

 “I’m too sober for this.” He mumbled back.

 “Well take some shots, cause I’m marking you guys down.” Dumo said, as he made his way up to the small stage.

 “Baby, I can’t carry a tune in a bucket to save my life.” It was true, Sid didn’t have the best singing voice, but it didn’t matter; it was all just for fun.

 “It’s fine. I’ll carry us, this time.” Singing was actually one of the few things you did better than Sidney; so it was nice to take the lead for a change. Sid downed a couple shots of tequila before you two got called up on stage. The DJ handed over the microphones and you could see everyone take out their phones to record what was to come.

 Sid started, the lines coming out more like garbled words than a melody. Though he did put a little something into ‘electrifyin.’ Once you took the vocals, Sid relaxed a little more. You played up to him, as the lyrics said ‘and my heart is set on you.’ As the song went on, he joined in on his part, the two of you basically forgetting that the entire team was watching you. You both got into character and had an amazing time. By the time you got to the second chorus the whole place had joined in on the ‘Ooo honey’ parts, and as the song came to an end; Sid swept you off your feet and planted a kiss right on your lips.

 “You know that was actually fun.”

 “See what happens when you let loose a bit.” You told him, as you two exited off the stage and the next couple came up.

 “Oh, I think it’s time we head home, so I can show you how I really let loose.”

 “Mmm, I like that idea.”

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I may have just combined two request and wrote a filthy Sidney Crosby piece that will be up tonight. I’m not sure I can edit it....haha!!! 

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I’m going to apologize now to the person who requested the Zach Aston-Reese piece. I took your 😉 and ran amuck with it. This thing is getting smutty! I have no clue where it came from. Hopefully it’ll be out this weekend!

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Good ole Jamie Benn with Fluff #9 and Smut #3. I'm okay with one or both how ever you want to do it. I know it'll be good either way you do it :)

So I ended up going with the Smut prompt...hahaha! Hope you’re ok with that. Happy Reading!

Imprint

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Prompts Update

Hey all! I’m almost through the prompt list request, just 2 more left. The Bruins one that I had to turn into Stars (Sorry anon that I don’t know that team well enough) and a Tyson Barrie one. (I actually am almost done with a Jamie Benn smut one). However when I went to work on the Tyson Barrie one, I realized I’ve already done both prompts. So, anon we have a couple options here, you can pick another prompt/or scenario, I can just write some Tys, or I can just try and come up with a different scene with that prompt. If you’d let me know what you’d like that would be great! Just drop me a message and let me know! Once I get these done, I’ll start on the other requests. Thank you all for being patient. 

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Roman Josi 5 and 6 smut please

Ok so this is just pure smut!!! I’m sorry, that’s all I can say.

On The Edge

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So the prompts list is officially closed! I think there are like 25 or so that I will be working on. That being said I will still take your requests. So feel free to send a player and a scenario to me. Most of the prompts will be blurbs, so if you are looking for a full imagine then send that request in. Thank you guys for sending these in! ❤️💕

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Jamie Benn- you look like you’ve seen a ghost.

Here you go! I don’t know why this prompt made me think of this but it did. SMH

Critters

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Are you trying to kill me with that Sid story? OMG! Thank you to whoever requested that hotness!!

Hahaha I’m glad you enjoyed it! It was so much fun writing it.