#owen power fic

[ilyasorokinn]

so i think a lot abt this and the one reader i think could execute it greatly is u so could i get a owen power x female reader where they both are really big leafs fans (cause mississauga) so they go to a game together for a nice date night and it’s all cute. i seriously think going to a game with o would be the best. ty!

HOCKEY GIRL

whoever sent this in, i love you (this was sent in like last year... i know, i have a problem).

as much as owen loved playing hockey, he loved watching it even more. and even more so, he loved watching it with you.

it would have been a sin to the city of toronto if you weren't a leafs fan. your family were big hockey watchers, so you were always dragged to hockey games and had grown to love the sport.

so, a love of hockey was something you and owen shared. and with the sabres not clinching the playoffs, you and owen flew home to spend the off-season with family and couldn't pass up an opportunity to watch a leafs game.

before you even got into scotiabank, there was a mini meet-and-greet with little kids who recognized owen (who wouldn't?). after taking the pictures, he quickly put on a hat, hoping it would help him blend in but being as tall as he was, you knew it probably wouldn't work.

when you finally got inside, you split up to get snacks and drinks. while you got drinks, he would get snacks. you were surprised when you got to your seats to find owen not there already. the line for drinks was pretty long, so you expected him to get there sooner than you.

while you waited, you took in the atmosphere. while you loved the sabres and loved being in buffalo, nothing would ever hit the way scotiabank did.

when owen finally showed up, he looked flustered and disheveled, "whoa, you okay?" you chuckled, taking a sip of your drink as he sat down and let out a big sigh in relief.

"this hat isn't working." he sighed, "i got recognized and roped into taking like a million pictures."

"you can say no, you know." you reminded him.

"yeah, but they are all kids." you smiled at that, handing him his drink and chuckling when he took a big gulp.

you could hear people murmuring when the area around you started filling up. you were also sitting at the end of the row, so people started to recognize him. they were kind enough not to ask for pictures and you could tell owen was relieved.

another reason owen loved watching hockey with you was because you really got into it. to your core, you were a hockey girl. you loved it. so, every so often, he would glance over at you and couldn't help but smile when he saw how into it you were.

he pulled out his phone when the ref skated to the center of the ice ready to announce the call, wanting to film your reaction, "no, what the hell?" you groaned with the rest of the crowd when the ref made a call. you looked over at him and laughed when you saw he was recording, "stop." you pushed the camera down so it was pointed at the floor.

"you're cute." he teased, ending the video. you narrowed your eyes at him, knowing it would end up on his story.

but owen, much like you to his core, was a hockey boy. he loved watching it too. so, as revenge, you took your phone out, knowing you would catch a crazy reaction from him at some point.

and you were right. you managed to catch the moment the leafs got a goal on camera. owen, with the rest of the arena, jumped to his feet and cheered. he jumped up and down, putting his hands on your shoulders and shaking you and cheering.

the rest of the game went smoothly but at the end, your phone was dinging. you thought it was just people laughing at the story you posted or the one owen posted of you, but you were surprised to find people sending you videos from twitter and instagram.

you clicked on the video and were surprised to see you and owen in the video. you weren't as inconspicuous as you thought. sportnets and the nhl accounts had found you in the sea of leafs fans.

"there was a speical guest in the crowd tonight." one of the sportscasters announced as the video of you and owen in the audience at the game was shown, "owen power was spotted at tonight's leafs game. clearly with the sabres season over, he's home for the off-season." the video continued but all you could pay attention to was the video of you and owen.

in the video, he had an arm around your shoulders and his ear was at the level with you mouth. you were talking into his ear, telling him something, you had forgotten that point. but whatever you said made him crack up. you were watching him, a smile on your face as you watched him laugh.

you showed owen the video and he had the same reaction as you, "we're cute."

"we are." you gave him a high-five before he shifted the car gears. he reached over and held your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

requests are open :)

[jackhues]

for you - owen power (valentine's day special)

request: first off ur bio is so true but ! can i pls request  “you didn’t have to go to all this effort just for me.”₁ “that’s why i did it. for you.” with my beautiful large boy owen power pls <3 thank u so much !!!

requested by: @quietblues: )

notes: loll, thx for noticing my bio, i liked writing this, and it's a little longer than the others, but it turned out nice! thanks for requesting <3

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“ooh, what about this dress?” your friend held up a dress, placing it against her body.

you made a face, shaking your head. “the colour doesn’t suit you. ask if they have a darker colour.”

she groaned, but called an employee over to ask.

it was february fourteenth, valentine’s day. while most of your friends were going out with their boyfriends, you and one other friend were going to be alone. she was single, while your boyfriend, owen, was out of town for a road trip.

“okay, is this one nicer?” she asked, holding a burgundy dress against her body.

“oh, so much better,” you told her. “see, darker colours make you look sexy.”

“thanks babe,” she grinned, sending a kiss your way.

you laughed, sorting through the racks mindlessly.

since the two of you were the only ones free on valentine’s day, you’d decided to go on a little shopping spree. it was completely unplanned, but the two of you were having a great time.

“hey, what time is it?” your friend asked you.

“um… six thirty,” you told her, checking your phone.

“alright, we’d better get going in that case,” she led you out of the store as you guys finished paying.

“wait, where are we going now?” you asked.

“i’ve got a date later tonight,” she told you, getting the car started.

“wait, what?”

“yeah, it was totally last minute, and honestly unnecessary,” she continued. “but an opportunity presented itself, and i wasn’t gonna say no. i’m sorry for cutting girls’ day a little short, i promise i’ll make it up to you.”

“it’s fine,” you tried for a genuine smile. “you’ve got a date, and i’m so happy for you. tell me all about this guy.”

“well, he’s a friend of a friend,” she started. “he’s super cute, and-”

to be honest, most of her words flew over your head. you kept the smile on your face, nodding along and asking questions as needed.

you were definitely happy for your friend, but still a little upset that she’d gone on a date last minute, leaving you all alone. owen was supposed to come back tomorrow, but he would be too tired from the trip to do anything outrageous to celebrate. 

not that you minded. just spending time with him was enough.

“okay, i’ll call you tomorrow to let you know how it went,” she said as she pulled into your driveway.

“and i’ll be on standby in case he turns out to be a creep and you need me to rescue you,” you laughed. 

“we’ll see about that,” she smiled mischievously, waving goodbye as you left the car and entered your home.

you stretched out slightly, blinking twice at the sight in front of you. a carpet of rose petals lay on the floor, leading past the hallway and into your house. 

your heart began to beat faster and you felt your hopes get up. you immediately squashed them, not wanting to be proven wrong.

following the rose petals, you reached the balcony, where a single candle lit up a small table. soft music played from a speaker, the rose petals forming a heart in front of the table.

you looked around the balcony, not finding anyone else.

“whatcha looking for?” a voice asked.

you turned around, seeing owen standing at the balcony door with a wide grin on his face.

“hi,” he waved at you.

you ran over to him, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a hug. he responded in kind, sticking his face in the crook of your neck and holding you close.

“i missed you,” you whispered, pulling away and running your thumb against his cheek.

“i missed you too,” he laughed a little, pecking your nose.

“do i wanna know how you managed to pull this off?”

“well, i had some help from your friend,” he shrugged. “i promised her a date with rasmus, which worked out well since they both have the biggest crush on each other, if she managed to distract you while i did all of this.”

“turned my own friend against me,” you shook your head slightly. “i can’t believe you, power.”

“i wanted it to be perfect.”

you smiled, “you didn’t have to go through all this effort for me, you know?”

owen furrowed his brows, “that’s why i did it. for you.”

his words did something funny to your heart. with a small smile on your face, you pulled him close, letting him know how much you appreciated him with that kiss.

[uluvjay]

Post game celebrations- O. Power

Owen power x fem! Reader

In which you make sure Owen properly celebrates once he gets home

Warnings?; SMUT, p in v, unprotected sex(USE PROTECTION), oral(m receiving), cursing, kissing, dirty talk, porn with a small plot

“Baby?” Owen called as he stepped into your shared apartment.

“Living room!” You called out the the boy.

He walked in to find you seated on the couch, one of his shirts covering your frame.

“You did so good tonight” you smiled up at him, grabbing his hand to pull him down next to you on the couch.

You sadly hadn’t been able to attend the game due to work but had gotten home just in time to watch him score the game winning goal.

“Thank you” he blushed, leaning down to pull you into a kiss.

Owen had meant for it to be a sweet ‘I missed you today’ kiss but he could help the groan that escaped him when your hands pushed him back into the soft cushions and your thighs slotted over his.

“M’ so proud of you O” you whispered, lips beginning a trail down his throat.

However you were stopped by the collar of his dress shirt, “is it okay if I take this off?” You breathed into his ear.

“Mhm” he quickly nodded.

A smirk broke out on your face as your fingers began to work open the expensive shirt, fingers moving slowly taking your sweat time with each button.

“So pretty” you praised as your lips pressed against the now exposed skin, causing a sharp intake of breath from the man below you.

You continued your way down his body, lips pressing against the pale skin of his abdomen as you slowly sunk to the floor between his spread legs.

“Baby you don’t have to” he spoke

“I want to, you deserve it Owen” you replied to the boy before your hands made their way to his belt, fingers hastily working to get it undone.

“Shit” he breathed as you freed his aching cock from the confinement of his boxers.

A deep moan broke from Owen’s throat at the feeling of your cold hand wrapping around the base of his cock.

His back arched as your tongue finally made contact with his tip, slowly moving around the angry red skin in little kitten licks.

Slowly you moved your head down, slight gags escaping as you did your best to take him all the way down your throat.

Shivers ran through Owen’s body as you hallowed your cheeks, bobbing your head as your hands worked what you couldn’t fit.

“Baby-fuck” he cried, head thrown back onto the cushion behind him allowing you to see his pretty neck.

Pulling off from his cock with a loud pop Owen finally got a clear view of your entire face, tears streaming over your cheeks, lips swollen and covered in spit, cheeks flushed and hot.

“God you’re so pretty” he groaned, locking a hand into your hair and pulling you up to his lips.

“Owen, I wanted to take of you” your whimpered as he completely pulled your body back onto the couch.

“I know but I can’t take it anymore, need to fuck you” he was practically aching to get inside of you.

Completely stripped of his left over clothing the boy slotted himself between your thighs, pushing up his shirt that swallowed your body to reveal your little lacy underwear you’d put on just for him.

“All for me?” He smirked

“All for you O, always you”

Owen pulled your panties down your legs before lifting one over his shoulder, running his dripping head through your folds.

“Shit” you cried at the feeling of him pressing into you.

A shared moan filled the air as he bottomed out, he stayed unmoving for a moment, allowing you to get adjusted to his length.

“Fuck Owen, move please.” You begged, hands moving up to his bare back.

With a hand gripping the leg that rested over his shoulder and one placed next to your head Owen began moving in fast thrusts.

Sounds of slapping skin and pathetic whimpers filled the small living room, the springs of the couch squeaking from his movements.

“So tight” he groaned into your neck, his lips moving along your sticky skin.

He could feel your walls already beginning to clench around him, your breath picking up at every thrust his hips made.

“Oh-Owen! I’m getting close” you gasped, nails ranking down his back; no doubt leaving raw scratches at the skin.

“I know, c’mon baby. Come for me” he encouraged.

The moan that escaped your throat at the feeling of his thump coming in contact with your clit was downright pornographic, walls somehow tightening around him even more.

“I-shit. M’ Coming O” you cried as you felt the knot that had formed in your tummy breaking, sobs filling the room as your body shook under his large one.

“Such a good girl, I’m almost there baby” he growled, the feeling of your orgasm bringing him closer to his.

Owen’s thrusts became sloppy and desperate as he chased the high he so desperately needed, soft grunts and groans escaping him as he felt him self slipping.

“I’m coming” he cried as his large body stilled on top of yours, a shiver running down his spine as the euphoric feeling took over his body.

“Fuck” he groaned as he let himself rest against your body.

He nuzzled into your neck as your fingers began running through his dark locks.

“Good celebration?” You giggled.

“The best, thank you baby”

-

@op-simp 😘😘



[drrav3nb]

Something More, Something Holy, Something Sacred

Since returning to Númenor, both Elendil and Tar-Miriel had become the target of Ar-Pharazôn’s true ambitions. By using the late King’s death as an excuse to dethrone the Queen Regent, as well as the enormous losses incurred in the Battle of the Southlands, Ar-Pharazôn hoped to prove that Tar-Miriel was unworthy of holding power in Númenor. But in a moment of fierce resolve, she managed to challenge such a notion in court, proclaiming that if she could not turn such transgressions into gold then she would willingly relinquish her title and abdicate the throne. Believing that she would fail and humiliate herself beyond repair, Ar-Pharazôn agreed to her demands but allowed her only one month to prove his claims to be false. And so, since then Elendil and the Queen have convened at sunrise every morning, hours before court was held, in order to get ahead of matters concerning the public, the economy and military endeavours. But outsmarting such a devious politician was a task unlike anything Tar-Miriel had faced before, one in which she was severely unequipped.

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[sc0tters]

The Best Favour Yet | Owen Power

summary: Kent asks Owen to help you settle in when you move to Buffalo, that favour ends up being the reason for some of your favourite memories with the love of your life.

request: yes/no

warnings: some allusions to sex.

word count: 2.1k

authors note: this request made me laugh because it literally said Owen dating Kent’s sister and all the chaos that would entail. Started writing this as a regular oneshot but I hated it so I’ve just made it a 5+1.

Kent never planned on this.

When he asked Owen to keep an eye on you once you got accepted at Buffalo State University. Kent never once let the thought of you falling for one of his best friends.

1. ❝he’s like totally harmless.❞

to PowPow 🔫: thanks for checking in with y/n I appreciate it

to y/n 👾: remember Owen is like totally harmless!

You were nervous to meet the boy, sure you had spoken to Owen in person before but it was never by yourself. Usually Kent was around for those moments as he didn’t want to let any of the guys think that they could have the chance to make a move on you.

Once they reached sophomore year you were merely just a name to them though as you were going to university in Florida.

A year of that was more than enough and you had transferred to Buffalo for your sophomore year.

But as the cold Buffalo breeze chilled your face as you clutched the sides of your jacket you began to lose hope “y/n!” Owen called out as he recognised your stature from anywhere.

Owen would never admit it but he did have the tiniest of crushes on you that he felt in his freshman year the first time he met you “hi Owen.” You smiled as you spun around to face him.

You looked up at him as he gave you a hug “I’ve got a few different restaurants in mine so whatever you-” the hockey player began to ramble as he didn’t realise that his nerves were showing.

It took you giving his hand a squeeze for him to calm down “you’re the local, I trust you Owen.” You nodded as you sent him a serious look to show that you were down for anything.

And that night you laughed so hard your stomach hurt and you even managed to make eating pizza look good because Owen looked at you like you were the only girl in the world.

2. ❝you’re a sabres fan now,❞

You had to say that you were surprised that it took Owen three weeks before he invited you to a Sabres game. Every time the game was in Buffalo you’d watch from your dorm window as fans lined the road up to the KeyBank Center.

So as you stood in the waiting area with WAGs and other members of the players friends and families you couldn’t help but wish you were back there in the comfort of your dorm.

Sure the people were nice but you weren’t one of them, you were meant to be a simple college kid “you made it!” Owens cheer pulled you out of your thoughts as he wrapped his arms around you.

The older players watched on in amusement as they pieced together why the umich alumni seemed so loved up over the past month “wouldn’t miss this for the world,” you smiled as him still having his skates on meant that you had to tilt your head up further to look at him.

He swore he was on cloud nine when he realised you were wearing the jersey that he had given you just days prior “you like the outfit?” You asked as you did a little spin so he could see your outfit in its whole.

Owen sucked at his teeth as he tried to remain calm seeing Power on your back “you’re a sabres fan now you know that right?” He teased as he had seen all of the Blue Jackets memorabilia from Kent that decorated your side of your dorm.

You shrugged as you ran your fingers through your hair “I’ve been called worse if I’m honest.” You joked causing him to let out a laugh.

A lightbulb seemed to go off above his head “you gotta meet the rest of the boys!” Owen wrapped his arm around your shoulder as he pulled you into the direction of more of his teammates.

3. ❝too good for this world,❞

On Tuesdays if you had late lectures Owen would pick you up and you’d spend the evening at his. Each time you’d take turns being head chef when it came to making meals.

This particular Tuesday it was your turn and you were making spaghetti bolognaise “Power don’t you dare!” You could see the smirk on his face as he leaned against the counter behind him.

Owen laughed as you continued to watch the pasta boil “I’m not doing anything.” He raised his hands in surrender as he pushed himself off of the counter as he walked over to you.

You scoffed as you shook your head “I can see it in your eyes that there is something up there.” You pointed to his head causing him to smile.

His hands landed on either side of you “are they telling you that I think you’re beautiful?” Owen asked letting his voice act like a gentle hum over the sound boiling pasta water.

Warmth spread over your cheeks as you tried to bury your face in his chest “I’m serious!” He laughed as his hands cupped your cheeks so he could continue to look at him.

Your tongue danced over your teeth “why me?” You let the question you had been wondering for weeks finally come out.

Owens cold thumb cooled your face as it softly rubbed circles on your cheek “because you’re perfect y/n,” the hockey player hadn’t told you about how he truly felt before.

He sighed when you shook your head “I wish you’d see that you’re too good for this world sweets.” Owen confessed as he let his head drop so that his lips barely hovered over your own.

The air around you went silent “what about dinner?” You statement had to be pushed out of your lips.

It made Owen smirk “I can be done before that pasta is ready.” He proposed as he turned the heat down a setting.

That seemed to be all you needed to carry on “let’s not waste anytime then.” You shrugged before his hand was on your jaw letting him kiss your lips.

4. ❝I’ll count to three,❞

It had been two months since you started dating Owen. Besides for your close friends nobody else knew and that was because you two didn’t know how to tell Kent.

Your brother knew you had a boyfriend because you had been in the process of soft launching your relationship on Instagram, but all of those questions were met with coy answers.

So when the long awaited day came around when the Blue Jackets were playing in Buffalo you knew you had to tell your brother.

But that morning when your mind was full of clouds as you were still half asleep you didn’t think twice when you opened the door to Owens apartment in nothing more than one of his shirts.

Kent on the other hand was shocked to see his sister stood in his friend’s apartment “where is Owen?” He asked as he furrowed his eyebrows.

That was what seemed to wake you up “oh Ken-” you stammered over your words as your eyes widened “babe who is there?” Owen called out from the kitchen.

You couldn’t rack your brain for what to say “it’s Kent!” That seemed to get the right response out of Owen as he came out to the entryway.

The Blue Jackets player really didn’t know what to do “you just called my sister babe?” Kent honestly zoned out once he heard you get that title.

Owen could see the upset look on his friends face “let’s just talk about th-” he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck “I’ll count to three because I like you.” Kent cut him off as he walked into the apartment.

You let your lips swirl in as your eyes went wide “baby?” Owen looked to you for help as Kent got to one “run and lock a door.” You proposed as your brother got to two.

Part of you watched in amusement as Owen ran to the end of the hall when Kent got to three.

5. ❝wrapped around her finger,❞

Kent loved you, truly you were his little sister that he wanted to protect in bubble wrap. So it wasn’t surprising that it took him four months to be okay with the idea of going on holiday with you and Owen.

That was until your brother was reminded of the fact that you were going to be sleeping in a bed with your boyfriend.

Quickly the relaxing holiday turned into one that he didn’t get sleep in “morning baby,” you smiled as you found your boyfriend stood in the kitchen making coffee.

Owen was quick to swipe away from you “I brushed my teeth,” you pointed out as you smelt your breath wondering if that was the problem “what if he sees?” Owen whined as he still seemed to be scared of Kent’s threats “they are both still sleeping.” You grumbled as you pouted your lips not enjoying the fact that your boyfriend was ignoring you.

That was a sight that Owen truly couldn’t say no to so he placed the coffee mug down on the counter causing you to smile “always getting what I want,” you pointed out.

Owen nodded “my baby got me wrapped around her finger for days.” He never did seem to mind admitting that you just how whipped he was.

Your hands wrapped around his waist “think you should show me that then,” you proposed as just as his lips touched yours Kent had to walk in “I do not need to be made an uncle on this trip please?” He begged as he scrunched his face in disgust even once you had pulled away from Owen.

A laugh left your lips “but wouldn’t we be such cute parents daddy?” You let the words fall out of your mouth like butter.

Both Owen and Kent’s eyes went wide. Of course your boyfriend could see the mischievous look on your face and it clearly meant you were doing this to screw with your brother “you’ve got two seconds to get your hands off of-” Kent didn’t even need to finish his sentence before Owen listened and took two steps away from you.

A frown formed on your face “you’re no fun,” you mumbled as you looked at the Sabres player.

“it’s hard to be when you’re trying to get me killed!

+ 1 ❝what’d you say?❞

The last three years had been a whirlwind, whilst you hadn’t made Kent an uncle just yet you and Owen had your fair share of pregnancy scares that you both agreed were secrets you’d take to your grave.

With each day that went by you found yourself falling deeper in love with him. You had the house, the pets, and the love so there was only really two things left on that checklist.

Bless Owen for being clueless but you spent the last three months trying to hint at the wedding ring you liked but that seemed to just fall on deaf ears.

So now you took matters into your own hands as you watched him get ready for boys night “baby,” you sang as you were sat on your bed watching him pick an outfit for tonight.

Owen continued looking through his clothes as he smiled “yes?” He asked wondering what it was that you wanted to ask him “I want to marry you.” You announced as you swung your legs against the frame of your bed.

You had truly never seen him stop what he was doing that fast before “what’d you say?” Owen looked like he had seen a ghost as he walked over to you.

It made you confused “just said I wanted to marry you.” You shrugged as you watched him lean over to his bedside table drawer as he pulled out a velvet box “was gonna ask you this weekend.” He pointed out as he revealed what looked like the ring of your dreams.

A gasp left your lips “you were?” You knew he was taking you on a mini trip to Canada so that you two could go stay in the mountains for a week as it was the start of the off season.

He nodded as he sat next to you “pretty sure I can take this as a yes then?” Owen joked as he placed a kiss to your temple seeing the tears form in your eyes.

You smiled as you let out a sniffle “don’t get it twisted I asked first!”

[powermakar]

You Don't Need Your Glasses for This -Owen Power

Author's note: Well I need to drown in holy water. Also I listed all of the songs I listened to while writing/proof reading so here they are in order:

So it Goes... -Taylor Swift

I'm Yours (sped up) -Isabel LaRosa

Sex Money Feelings Die (slowed version)- Lykke Li

Paris -Taylor Swift

Summary: Smut, lots of smut. Oh, and some after care.

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: Glasses kink, praise kink, daddy kink?, overstimulation, pictures during sex, cum play?, every other smut warning basically.

Keep Your Glasses On (part one)

 Owen did not have a hat trick or a multi-point game but there wasn’t any special occasion needed for this. You didn’t need a reason to have sex with your boyfriend after one of his home games. The same thing happens at least twice a week: Owen comes home to you in lingerie and his jersey, sprawled out on your bed and you two fuck for a little before you both fall asleep. But tonight that is all going to change. 

Before Owen gets home you find your vibrator and your favorite pair of panties. You lay on your bed, spreading your legs out, putting the vibrator against your clit, and begin to play with your hardening nipples. You hear the front door to the apartment open, but that only makes you turn up the speed of your vibrator and you cry out, “fuck Owen, fuck, that feels so good,”.  You know he walked into the bedroom because you can feel your skin heat up but you continue to ignore him. “Fuck I think I might squirt,” you moan.

“Ok, that’s enough from you, you little slut. So fucking needy for me that you can even keep your hands off yourself,” Owen says pulling the vibrator off of you. You just moan in protest and slip your hand down to play with your pussy. You make eye contact and bite your lip when you move your panties to the side and push two fingers into your cunt. “Y/n what did I say? Such a slut that you can’t stop fantasizing about me fucking you,” Owen exclaims roughly pulling your fingers out of your hole and licking them clean. 

“Owen,” you groan at the sight. 

“Yes, babe?” Owen asks, smirking. He puts one hand in your hair and pulls you close to a kiss. “I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight,” he says before latching on to one of your nipples. Owen toys with your left nipple while gently biting and squeezing your right tit. 

“Mmm Owen please,” you moan as you start to thrust your hips against his thigh. Owen just hums in response as he moves to your neck to leave a few hickeys, here and there. When he finally releases your neck you look down to look at the mess he made on you. You pull on your nipples a little more before it was your turn to make Owen speechless. “How about that picture now?” you smirk.

All Owen does is stare at you in shock. “Are you sure babe? I don’t want you to feel like you have to,” he says looking at you. 

“I’m sure Owen”. With that, he walks over to one of your dressers and pulls out your old Polaroid camera from high school. You just give him a questionable look. 

“I want to have an actual copy that I can look at when I’m on the road” 

“Owen just hurry up and take the pictures so you can fuck me,” you whine. 

He takes a few pictures before he says, “Play with that pretty pussy for me”. This time you slip three fingers into your hole while you use your thumb to rub your clit. You arch your back to

make your tit show a little more as well. As soon as you see the flash go off you quickly pull your fingers out and spread your wetness across your stomach. 

“Babe when I die, bury me with this picture. I almost came while taking this,” Owen whines, showing you the picture. And well, it is a sight to see. 

“Just fuck me already O, make me scream your name”

Owen slides your panties down your legs and dives into your cunt, with his glasses on may I add. He is sucking on your clit and fingering you with three of his large, calloused fingers. You intertwine your fingers in his hair and push on his head to get him closer to your pussy. You are basically screaming at this point and you pray that your neighbors won’t mind all this commotion. 

“Jeez y/n, are you trying to suffocate me with your pussy?” Owen laughs. You just moan in response when he curls his fingers up to touch your G-spot. You quickly pull Owen’s fingers out, and he looks at you in concern, but not after you yell out his name, squirting your sweet juices all over his fingers. “Holy hell y/n, I didn’t think you had it in you!” Owen exclaims. 

“Let me suck your dick,” you say, already unbuckling his belt. 

“Anything after that,” he moans. You go down to your knees and spit on his big cock, pumping it before you lick the tip of it. Owen guides you as you take more of his cock, and soon enough you are deepthroating the whole thing. 

“Yeah, you like that, y/n? My huge cock down your throat while you try not to cry from pleasure, huh? You're going to drink every last drop of my cum when I spill into the back of your throat?” Owen says running his thumb along your open mouth. You nod eagerly, and that's when you feel Owen’s cum hit the back of your throat. He pulls you up by your hair, into a kiss before he tells you to lay down on your bed. 

Owen spreads your legs out and slowly lines up his cock into your hole. He grabs onto your hips and plunges into you harshly. All you can do is moan loudly and run your nails down his back. Owen continues to fuck you this way until he reaches down to your clit to help chase your second orgasm. He flips you around so your back is against him, holding you close. 

Owen nips on your neck and whispers, “Such a good girl for me, taking daddy’s cock so well”. With that, you are sent over the edge to your third orgasm. He pounds into you, continuing to whisper sweet words of encouragement. All you can do to respond is whimper and moan. 

With his large 6’6” frame Owen is able to pin you to the wall while he continues you fuck you. “You are going to be a good girl and you are going to take all of Daddy’s cum in your sweet little pussy, ok?” Owen says against your lips. You just nod, as you are unable to form any coherent

words. Owen grabs you chin forcing you to face him and says, “You are going to look me in the fucking eyes and tell me that exactly”. 

Your leg buckles but Owen keeps you up straight. You manage to say, “I am going to be a good girl and I am going to take all of Daddy’s cum in my sweet little pussy”. It's funny how you thought your own words would never be able to push you over the edge, but here you are, orgasming for the fourth time. You also feel Owen’s warm cum fill your hole up. 

“Stay right here, I am going to take another picture,” Owen says. He gets up to get the camera and you hear a drop of his cum hit the floor and you shudder at the sound. He takes a picture of your pussy and the mess right underneath you. Owen throws the camera onto your bed and drops down to his knees. 

Before he can do anything you say, “Hold on, you don't need your glasses for this”. He smirks and throws his glasses somewhere and begins to eat you out. You orgasm instantly as you are so overstimulated. Tears prick your eyes from the pleasure and Owen notices immediately. 

“Fuck y/n, was that too much?” he asks, worried. 

“No, no, it was good, it's just that I think that I’m too overstimulated. I feel like if my thighs even touch together, I’ll cum again.” Owen just laughs at that. “Owen, why are you laughing right now! It’s too much,” you cry. 

Owen shows genuine concern when he looks at you again. “Ok, I’m sorry love, I’ll get everything cleaned up”. Owen comes back with a washcloth but he begins to clean the floor up. 

“What the hell is wrong with you Owen Power?” you say. 

“Calm down, I’m running a bath for you,” Owen responds. He picks you up bridal style and carries you into the bathroom. He gets dressed and kneels down, next to the tub. “I’m really sorry if that was too much for you y/n,” he says, washing you gently. 

“It was fun, but maybe we can turn it down a notch. Maybe next time I can be in control,” you giggle. 

“Maybe, but let’s get you to bed,” Owen says once he sees you yawn. 

“I really love you O” 

“I love you y/n” is the last thing you remember before you drift off to sleep in Owner's arms.

[honeyeyesworld]

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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[bluejaysandblackbats]

It Takes A Village

Fandom: YJ98, Flashfam, DC Comics

Summary: After witnessing Bart murder someone, his friends scramble to cover Bart's tracks and stumble upon an international scandal as a result.

(Minor background: Bart took a gap year, and Conner did two years of community college. This starts shortly after Bart's 19th birthday. So, Conner and Jenni are 20, Bart and Cissie are 19, Tim and Cassie are 18, I made Greta 17 for the sake of the fic, and Judy is 15. I decided to make Owen 22 and Thad 16 for plot reasons. Clark and Conner are brothers in this fic, and Clark is 12 years older for the sake of this fic, so he's 32.)

Chapters: 13/?

Characters: Bart Allen, Conner Kent, Judy Garrick, Jay Garrick, Joan Garrick, Cissie King-Jones, Cassie Sandsmark, Tim Drake, Greta Hayes, Jenni Ognats, Thad Thawne, Owen Mercer, Meloni Thawne, Clark Kent, Wally West, Linda Park, Courtney Whitmore, President Thawne

Relationship(s): KonBart, CissieCassie, WallyLinda

Additional Tags: Serial Killer AU, No Powers AU, Angst, Dark Comedy, Bart Allen Kills in This Fic, Minor Thad Thawne, Separated in Childhood, Some Smut in This

Chapter Thirteen: The Inside

Cissie offered to keep Thad in the morning for the following weeks, leaving Bart to do his early morning jogs on campus to clear his head. It’d been three weeks, and he’d just started getting into the rhythm of having Thad around. He parked in the lot and jogged on the track. It was the only time and place he didn’t feel hyper-aware of his surroundings. He let his mind fade to the feeling of his heart pumping, his lungs expanding, the wind blowing through his hair. Sweat dripped down his temple and his chest. After half an hour on the track, Bart showered in the locker room. It was just him, so he took his time washing his hair and scrubbing his skin like he would before a kill. He didn’t put on the same clothes. Instead, he put on some baggy cargo pants and a baby tee Judy bought him at a thrift shop. He tossed on a baggy jacket, leaving it unzipped as he headed toward the parking garage. He stopped in his tracks when he heard footsteps. 

Bart didn’t look back, he just stood and listened. Nothing. So, he pushed forward toward his car. And that’s when he felt a sharp pain in his side. He turned quickly, startling his little female assailant. She staggered backward, letting go of the handle of the knife. Bart looked down, touching the handle of the knife in his side, and he took his palm and hit her ear before knocking her to the ground. She pulled the knife out, and Bart shouted for help. They were both disoriented, but she had the upper hand. Bart was losing blood and fast, but he didn’t really want help. He just wanted things to look right. He finally had a good fight on his hands. Someone to kill who’d give him a proper fight. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he reached for the knife. She slashed his forearm and the pain forced him to lose his hold on her. She pinned him to the ground raising the knife before driving at his throat. He caught her arms and struggled with her, yelling for help until a passerby stopped their car. They didn’t get close. Instead, they yelled for the girl to stop. Bart held the girl off with one arm as he grabbed her throat with the other, squeezing as hard as he could, but his hands were bloody, and he couldn’t get a good grip. 

The man at the scene yelled again for her to stop, and she broke loose from Bart’s hold and tried to drive the knife into his throat. Everything seemed to stop. And then, he caught a glimpse of her in the dark. Her eyes were wild, but it softened something in Bart. He stopped trying to hurt her back and tears slid down the sides of his face. “ You don’t have to ,” Bart whispered, his eyes pleading. She tried to force the knife to his throat. The tip of the blade pricked his throat, drawing blood. Bart closed his eyes, as he started to let go. 

Something wet splashed across Bart’s face. The knife clattered to the ground beside Bart, and her weight dropped on him. He started hyperventilating as he lay there stiff underneath her lifeless body. His ears rang while the man tried to speak to him. Bart wouldn’t let him get close. “No… No, no, no… Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me!” Bart screamed. “Don’t touch me!” The man backed away and called the police, explaining what happened. Bart hadn’t moved an inch until the EMTs arrived. Something about her death felt wrong. He thought he’d be satisfied, but he wasn’t. Her blood was all over him, mixed in with his. A mistake. Bart made a mistake.

**

When Bart woke up, the doctors asked their questions, and Bart fired off answers with his eyes closed. He slurred them a little, but things cleared up as he went. Barry sat by his side, squeezing his hand. “Huh?” Bart mumbled as he looked around. He felt a dull pain in his stomach and back that seemed to sharpen around the edges as he woke up. “Grampa?” 

“Hey, sleepyhead,” Barry smiled with tears in his eyes. “We were so worried about you.”

Bart moved to rest a hand on his forehead, but Barry stopped him. IVs. Right. Bart took a breath as he tried not to panic. He must’ve been out for a long time if Barry was there. “I feel weird… Where’s Thad?” Bart mumbled as tears made their way to the surface. “Is he—? Is he scared? I should’ve—.” 

“Bart, Thad’s with Cissie. I told them to go home. You were out for a long time,” Barry whispered as he rubbed circles on Bart’s forehead with his thumb. “Your grandma’s with them. Jay and Joan are on their way here, so we needed somebody home to pick them up from the airport.”

“Yeah? Judy, too?” Bart asked. 

“Judy, too. How are you feeling?” Barry questioned. 

Bart sank into the pillows as a feeling of relief washed over him. “What are they giving me?” Bart asked. 

“Morphine,” Barry replied. Bart hummed. 

“Hm… I’ll be upset about that later… Are you gonna stay with me?” Bart asked. “Does my boyfriend know I’m here?” 

“Your boyfriend knows. Cissie called him,” Barry answered. Bart took a shaky breath. 

Something strange crept over Bart. It started in his head and chilled him all over. Fear. Regret. “Oh, god… Grandpa. Please don’t leave me,” Bart whimpered. Bart’s heart rate went up as tears filled his eyes. 

“Hey… No, shhh . Shh . No,” Barry whispered, “I’m not going anywhere. Don’t worry…” Barry took Bart’s hand. “ Shhh … I’ve got you.” 

** 

A detective came in and asked Bart about the attack before nightfall. “I don’t know her. I—.” Bart felt something rough and flaky against his palm when he pushed his hair back, and he looked down at his palm. “Oh, god. This is her blood. Isn’t it? Did—? Is she dead?” 

“Listen, the witness at the scene said you did everything you could to fend her off. We just want to know why she attacked you,” the detective explained.

“I don’t know. I don’t even know who she is. I just—. Who is she?” Bart asked. His heart rate rose, and he took a deep breath to stave off the guilt and panic he felt. It wasn’t something he expected to feel. Everything felt wrong. He clutched his heart and shook his head. “There wasn’t any other way? I—. This feels wrong. She didn’t say anything. It was dark… She—.” Bart struggled for breath until Linda came in. 

“Okay, no more questions,” Linda replied as she stepped between Bart and the female detective. 

“I just—.”

“He’s done,” Linda snapped. The detective left the room, and Linda smiled at him. “Hey, Bart. It’s alright. Listen, we don’t have to talk about that right now. What matters is you’re okay.”

Bart hugged her before wincing. “The drugs make me feel like shit,” Bart cursed. 

Linda chuckled as she sat down next to him. “Yeah. The comedown is something awful. Isn’t it?” Linda asked. “Let’s get that heart rate down, though.” She pinched his cheek, and he smiled at her. 

“Do you remember when we met?” Bart asked. 

“How could I forget? You were going a thousand miles an hour trying to mess with everything. The fridge, the stove, my blow dryer… It was all so new. Wasn’t it?” Linda asked. Bart smiled and nodded.

“I never knew how big the whole world was… And you never made me feel like I was weird. I always liked you. I did. I’m sure I was a lot, but you always made me feel like I was good enough,” Bart whispered. 

“That’s because you are. You know, I think about you a lot. I worry sometimes because I know that there are things you went through that you—. Bart, I’m not stupid. I know there’s something you’re not telling us. I’m worried that you’re trying to deal with something huge all by yourself. I’m not gonna push you for it, but I want you to know our love for you is unconditional. Everybody came to see if you were okay. Everybody… Because we love you. So, if you’re hiding something that—.” 

“I think that girl grew up in the same building as me,” Bart confessed, “I’m not sure… And I probably won’t ever be, but I felt something break inside me when she died. I can’t explain it, but I—. I looked into her eyes. And I saw home.” 

“Bart, why—? You couldn’t tell the detective that because they’d find out you were here illegally,” Linda whispered. Bart nodded. “Oh, Bart. I’m sorry. I should’ve thought about that.” 

“It’s alright… I—. I don’t want you to think about that. Don’t tell anybody what I told you. Please, I don’t want anyone to know,” Bart whispered. 

“Not even your boyfriend?” Linda asked. 

Bart took a deep breath as he thought about Conner. His face twisted into a frown. “Conner… I don’t know. He’s probably worried enough as it is,” Bart whispered. He looked out the glass at a hooded figure hugging himself in the hallway. “Linda… Can you do me a favor and tell my brother to come here?” Linda touched his cheek with the back of her pointer finger before stepping outside. Thad looked away and took his hood off. Linda gently smiled, touching Thad’s forearm as she pointed to the door. Thad shrank and shrugged away as he said something in reply. Linda shook her head and looked at Bart. Bart coughed to clear his throat before Thad entered the room. 

“I’m gonna kiss your forehead,” Bart warned Thad as Thad walked over, his lip quivering as he approached. Bart opened his arms and hugged Thad before kissing his forehead. “And I’m never gonna do that again… Because it’s gross.” Thad chuckled. 

“It wasn’t that bad. Are you alright?” Thad asked. 

“I’ll be fine. The doctor talked to me when I got up and walked with him earlier. He said I’ll recover within six weeks if I do everything I’m supposed to,” Bart whispered. 

“Are you gonna send me away?” Thad asked. 

“You wanna stay with me?” Bart questioned in reply. Thad nodded. “I won’t let anybody take you away from me, then. It makes me feel good to know you wanna stay with me. Here.” Bart moved over. “Sit up here with me.” 

“Everyone’s here. Max and Helen, Owen, Mr. and Mrs. Garrick, Judy, Grandma and Grandpa, your friends, and your boyfriend. People like you,” Thad whispered as he climbed onto the bed beside Bart. “Wally and Linda… Their kids… I didn’t meet the man with the little girl. Wally’s friend.”

“Roy. I used to wish he was my dad… He took care of me for a while when I was younger. He took care of Grant, too. You met Grant, right?” Bart asked. 

“The big guy?” Thad asked. “He said you were his first real friend.”

“He was mine, too… Are you okay? Did you eat today?” Bart asked. Thad nodded. “Good. I’ve been worried about you all day.” 

Thad’s smile faded as he knit his brows together. “You have?” Thad asked. 

“Yeah. I kept asking Grandpa about you. I missed you like crazy. I got used to having you around me all the time. Is everybody being chill with you?” Bart asked. Thad nodded. 

“I kinda miss hospitals… Is that weird?” Thad questioned. Bart laughed. “It’s weird?”

“Yeah, but I get it. I don’t like it. I always feel like they’re not gonna let me leave. Funny thing is, they aren’t gonna let me leave. Not for a few days…” Bart sighed. “I’m glad you’re here.”

**

Conner came by the following day when Bart was awake with a container of liquid. “What’s that?” Bart asked. 

“I figured you’d be on a liquid diet for a little bit. Ma walked me through this on the phone last night… I tasted it this morning. It’s good. Here, sit up,” Conner whispered as he set the container aside and propped Bart’s pillows up. “I heard you slept through breakfast.” Conner kissed his forehead. 

“They want me to wake up to eat, but they pumped me full of drugs to make me sleepy,” Bart muttered. Conner nodded, accepting that Bart would still be a little groggy and grumpy. 

“Well, you might feel better after you get a little taste of this. It’s not hot, but it’s warm. Here,” Conner whispered. He opened the container and held the spoon up to Bart’s lips. Bart softened and accepted Conner’s gesture. Bart sank into the pillows and pressed his palms to his eyelids. “Good?” 

“Mhm,” Bart whimpered. It felt like everything triggered the thought of that girl. She couldn’t have been his age. She had to be younger. “Her blood got in my mouth…” Bart let out a guttural noise between a groan and a whimper as he burst into tears. Conner set the container aside and put the spoon down on the top before leaning forward to hug Bart. 

“Bart, it wasn’t your fault,” Conner reassured him, “You’ve gotta eat. Your grandpa said you didn’t eat at all yesterday.” He pulled away, caressing Bart’s cheek. “Okay… We gotta get something in your stomach today.” Bart nodded, allowing Conner to wipe his tears away. 

He reached for the bowl of broth and started sipping spoonfuls on his own. “Thanks, Conner. I’m starving,” Bart whispered as he sucked in tiny breaths. Conner nodded. “It’s so good.”

“Thanks… I’ll let Ma know you liked it,” Conner chuckled, “Take it slow. There’s like two gallons of it at your place.” 

Bart nodded, locking eyes with Conner. “Conner?” Bart whispered. 

“I’m listening,” Conner reassured him. 

“We can’t… you know… For six weeks,” Bart replied. 

Conner nodded, gently urging Bart to keep eating. “Well yeah… Bart, you’ve been through a lot… And it’s not like I’m only with you for that. We were best friends first, and I like your company,” Conner reassured him. Bart grinned, trying not to laugh. “I know that made me sound like I’ve been married to you for forty-six years, which to me sounds wonderful, but I can look at you and tell that the idea of being old is hilarious to you for whatever reason. Drink your broth, Big Foot.” 

**

Barry took Bart home from the hospital, and Bart immediately took a shower to wash the blood out of his hair. He could hear Barry, Jay, and Max whispering outside the bathroom door. “I think there’s something he’s not telling us,” Max whispered. He sounded upset. 

“He’ll talk when he’s ready,” Barry replied. 

“I don’t know, Barry… Bart’s been more and more closed off lately. I can’t get him to talk about much of anything anymore. He’s more closed off now than ever. I’m scared for him… Barry, you saw him during family week. He was different, and he kept disappearing into the crowds… Getting separated from us,” Jay noted. 

“He’s an outgoing kid. Very popular, Jay. He was probably saying hi to his friends,” Barry defended as gently as he could. Barry always wanted to believe the best of people. Bart hugged himself while he listened to them talk. 

“I know he’s your grandson, Barry, but Bart’s struggling. He’s been struggling the whole time. Four foster homes. The accidents. The whole situation before he left, and I—. Bart doesn’t talk about anything serious,” Max replied.

“I hate to say it, but it’s true, Barry. Bart isn’t doing well at all… And from what I’ve heard, he still hasn’t talked to the police about what happened. Something’s gotta give soon, or Bart’s gonna explode. I don’t know how he can just bottle everything up and—.” 

Bart opened the door. “Hi, Grandpa. Hi, Max. Hi, Jay. I’m gonna try and get some sleep. I’m still feeling a little funny,” Bart whispered as he went to his room and climbed into bed. Conner looked up from his laptop as he typed his paper. 

“You look handsome,” Bart whispered as he lay down beside him. His mind was a million miles away. He killed twice during family week. A lab technician when he slipped away into the crowd during a fireworks show on campus. It was cold outside, so Thad had a hat on. He hit her with a hammer and carried her to an abandoned building. He pried the locks off and clipped the fence the night before. Everything happened so fast. Bart spent a lot of time thinking about how he’d go about things. He cut out her tongue and preserved it in formaldehyde. She wouldn’t tell him what he wanted to hear, so he decided that she didn’t deserve to have a tongue at all. He left her there, not caring if she was ever found. Then, he killed again after everyone went to bed. He snuck out to the ex-administrator of the laboratory, and they had a long talk. The man was old and unwilling to fight or run. It was easy. He said the children were part of an experimental project to see if they could breed children into becoming highly intelligent killers. It felt like an eternity between those killings, and Bart getting stabbed. 

“Baby?” Conner loudly whispered, calling him out of the memory. Bart gasped and blinked hard as he locked eyes with Conner. “Hey, you okay?” 

“Um… I—. I went to sleep. I was asleep,” Bart replied to convince himself. Conner kissed his cheek. 

“You were out of it for a little while. I fell asleep, and you were sitting up like this when I woke up. Are you good?” Conner asked. Bart nodded. “You sure?” 

“Uh-huh. Um… I think—. Conner, can you take me somewhere?” Bart asked. 

“Right now? Do you think that’s a good idea?” Conner questioned in reply. 

“Please,” Bart whispered. Conner sighed and kissed Bart before rolling out of bed and putting on his glasses. 

“Alright… Come on,” Conner whispered.

[three-headed-monster]

lover of mine (maybe we'll take some time)

It’s raining when they get to Stockholm, the window of their large black van fogging up just enough for Luke to draw smiley faces in the condensation there. Usually, it’d make Kent laugh, but the uncomfortable press of Mason’s leg against his own makes him think against it. This isn’t the time for the jokes and giggles they had when they were younger.

Kent’s twenty-one now. He’s twenty-one and heartbroken and about to embark on a three-month, intimate concert tour with his ex-boyfriend and two of his best friends.

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hi lovelies! i have 2000 followers on here, which is bizarre, but i’m so thankful for each and every one of you guys. some of you are new, and others have been here since my cobra kai days (crazy!!!). as a token of my appreciation, i want to do a small celebration before i go back to school, so please be sure to send in!

how it works: send an emoji and a guy (or au) and i’ll write a small blurb (runs from jan. 03 to jan. 13)

🍺 frat house ↠❥ pick a song from my frat playlist, 1 through 26, and a guy (or au couple) for a small blurb

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people i write for:

college hockey players: mark estapa, ethan edwards, luca fantilli, rutger mcgroarty, ryan leonard, gabe perreault, and will smith

nhl players: luke hughes, owen power, kent johnson, adam fantilli, mason lohrei, johnny beecher, mackie samoskevich, and matt boldy

aus: team baby au, one tree hill au, if he wanted to he would au, jj mccarthy + hughes sister, luke hughes + boldy sister, johnny orlando + fantilli sister

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I'm fired up now. No more struggling, I'm going to finish this drawing before June 30th and I WILL MAKE IT HAPPEN!

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this is my writing blog now i guess lol

i'm starting to get into writing for nhlers so with persuasion from my friends i decided to create this blog to be able to share some of my writing :))

as of right now i only have a couple little fics about zegras but i plan on writing more for a bunch of different nhlers once i get the chance. i am a first year in uni so my schedule's a little hectic but i hope to write and share more when i have the time :)

some players i'm hoping to write about in the future: pierre-luc dubois, mat barzal, owen power, quinn hughes and adam lowry

that's all for now, hopefully i'm able to use this blog lots and that y'all are willing to read what i put out :)

bye for now!!!

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Who I Write For

Hey everyone this is a list of who I write for.

If you have someone else in mind, send me an ask and i’ll let you know if i want to write for him. I’m not picky

Also if anyone would want me to start an AU let me know!

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New jersey Devils

Jack Hughes

Nathan Bastian

Dawson Mercer

Luke Hughes

Nico Hischier

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Quinn Hughes

Brock Boeser

Elias Pettersson

Cole McWard

Anthony Beauvillier

Dakota Joshua

Toronto Maple Leafs

Mitch Marner

Auston Matthews

William Nylander

Matthew Knies

Morgan Reilly

Buffalo Sabres

Owen Powers

Tyson Jost

Devon Levi

Erik Johnson

Jeff Skinner

Tage Thompson

Dylan Cozens

Casey Mittelstadt

Carolina Hurricanes

Michael Bunting

Andrei Svechnikov

Jack Drury

Pittsburgh Penguins

Pierre-Oliver Joseph

Ryan Graves

Ty Smith

Columbus Blue Jackets

Nick Blankenburg

Kent Johnson

Cole Sillinger

Adam Boqvist

Zach Werenski

Adam Fantilli

Vegas Golden Knights

Brendan Brisson

San Jose Sharks

Thomas Bordeleau

Tristen Robins

William Eklund

Henry Thrun

Luke Kunin

Anaheim Ducks

Trevor Zegras

Mason McTavish

John Gibson

Frank Vatrano

St Louis Blues

Jake Neighbours

Colton Parayko

Ottawa Senators

Josh Norris

Brady Tkachuk

Mathieu Joseph

Jakob Chychrun

Zack MacEwen

Tim Stutzle

Thomas Chabot

Minnesota Wilds

Matt Boldy

Brock Faber

Brandon Duhaime

Los Angeles Kings

Alex Turcotte

Quinn Byfield

Brandt Clarke

Pierre Luc Dubois

Alex Laferriere

Florida Panthers

Matthew Tkachuk

Sam Bennett

Mackie Samoskevich

William Lockwood

Aaron Ekblad

Josh Mahura

Brandon Montour

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Cale Makar

Bowen Byram

Nate Mackinnon

Miles Wood

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J.T. Compher

Dylan Larkin

Joe Veleno

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Mason Lohrei

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Jeremy Swayman

Jake Debrusk

Charlie Mcavoy

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Cole Caufield

Arber Xhekaj

Kirby Dach

Christian Dvorak

Alex Newhook

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[thegremlingirl]

Down On Your Luck (A Modern Little Thieves AU) Chapter 3

Featuring: debates, denials, and a theft.

Read Chapter III - Trials and Denials here

First Chapter and Summary link here

[powermakar]

Hi! Could you please do sick Owen power x reader if not that’s completely fine just wondering

In Sickness and Health - Owen Power

warning: lots of talk of throw up/throwing up

words: 516

In the middle of the night, you could hear Owen groaning and rolling around in bed. You thought nothing of it until he shot out of bed and ran to the bathroom. You got up to follow him “Owen are you ok?” you ask, walking into the bathroom.

“Y/n, I’m sorry. I threw up a little in the hallway and I missed the toilet a little,” Owen replied, getting up to brush his teeth. 

“Owen don’t worry about it, I’ll clean it up. But first, we need to get you settled,” you say, rubbing Owen's back, smiling at him through the mirror. 

“I am really sorry, I thought I was going to make it but…,” He says gesturing to the floor. 

“Owen stop apologizing and just go lie down, I’ll be back with some medicine,”. Owen heads back to your bedroom while you head for the medicine cabinet. Grabbing everything Owen may need, including a bucket, you go to your room. You place a cold washcloth on his forehead and give him some Tylenol to calm his fever. “The next time you need to throw up, try to make it in the bucket,” you joke. “I’m going to clean up, try to go to sleep, and if you need anything just call me,”. Owen just hums in response.

It’s a good thing you don’t mind throw up because I don’t think Owen has the right concept of ‘little’. Getting to work you hope Owen just sleeps the next few hours. After a while, you finally finish and decide to check back on Owen to see him still asleep. Seeing it is now 6:30 you just decide to start your day. 

Brewing some coffee you gather some ingredients to make your grandma’s ham barley soup knowing Owen would like it. Owen finally emerges from the bedroom only a few hours later. “How are you feeling, O?”

“A little better but not great, I don’t know what I’m going to do about the game tonight,” he says sitting down at the table. “I’ve never missed a game before because I was sick and especially in the NHL? I mean I’ll probably feel better by then right?” Owen rambles on.

“Owen, you look extremely pale and you have a fever. Not to mention you threw up like everything you ate in the past week. I don’t think it would be a good idea tonight, you'll just overwork yourself,” you say. 

“I guess I’ll call management and let them know I can’t play tonight,” he says walking out. You nod and set out more Tylenol for Owen. “So they weren’t happy but I think they'd be more upset if I threw up on the ice on live tv,” He laughs. “Come cuddle with me, that would make me feel better,” he smiles. 

“Fine but if I get sick you are going to be taking care of me,” 

“In sickness and health babe,” 

“You are so cheesy Owen, I hate it!” 

“You know you love me,” 

“You are right I do love you,” 

“I love you too Y/n,”

[honeyeyesworld]

Snow day|| Jack Quinn

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

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Yourusername: And the snow day begins ❄️

(Ofc featuring my boyfriends boyfriends 🙄)

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dlevi_33: Still can’t believe you pushed Owen 🤣

↪️ Yourusername: he deserved it 🤝

User1: the snowmen 😂

jackquinn19: I love you snow much 💙☃️

↪️ owenpower_: 🤢

User4: the last slide Jack carried her 😭

↪️ user3: right 😭

User5: I just want to know what’s going on in the third slide 😭😭

jackquinn19: want to come over and make more snow angels…in bed 😏

↪️Yourusername: JACK (I’m on my way) 🫣

↪️ owenpower_: MY EYES

↪️: jj.peterka: 🤢🤢🤢

alextuch89: had a great time babysitting you guys!

dylan.cozens: let’s do it again next week 🤝

↪️ Yourusername: I hope the snow reminded you of home 🎅🎄🦌

↪️ dylan.cozens: I am NOT from the North Pole 😐

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jackquinn19: when life gives you snow make snow angels 😏

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jj.peterka: I can’t look at you the same 🤢

User9: this is so cute 😭

Yourusername: Are you a snowball?? Because I bet you’ll melt in my hands…or mouth 🤭

↪️ dylan.cozens: please stop 🛑

↪️ jackquinn19: 😏😏

User10: ❤️

buffalosabers: ❄️☃️