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you need to be obsessed with me as a little treat 😔
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the fluffy hair and the sad puppy eyes- i really didnt stand a chance
#i was in DENIAL that i like him bc i didnt wanna be attached BECAUSE (as a vancouverite) CANUCKS NEVER MAKE IT#BUT HERE I AM CHEERING TOOTH AND NAIL EVEN WHEN THEYRE ELIMINATED BC THEY DID SO WELL AND IK THEYLL DO EVEN BETTER NEXT SEASON#anyways#quinn hughes#vancouver canucks#suns net
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IMO Price x Reader x Ghost makes more sense.. Ghost devouring Reader and Price protecting her 🫣🫠
thats hot and all but the vision is—
the
simon as the herding dog and price as the wolf just. it hits.
simon as someone who never touches you, never dares to, because he does not think he is worthy of you. he wills himself—fools himself—into thinking it is enough to just hover around you, guard you, trail over you like you have a leash on him. he thinks it is enough to have a glance; to have a moment. he thinks it is enough because he does not let anyone wander closer; does not let you stray away from his gaze. it is some sort of possession, this thing he calls protection.
but price? he knows what he’s worth. he sees you and knows that he has to have you. there’s not a moment of hesitation; he stalks close, nosing along the territorial waters of simon’s desires, and pushes ahead anyway. he taunts simon’s sin out of him; makes him present his bloodied maw because price wants a good chase. a good hunt.
but you’re not giving it to him because, well, you already desire him just as fervently—a lamb knows when it is watched; a lamb knows when it is coveted—so he finds it in simon who’s confused and angry. whose needs bloats without an outlet.
simon thinks it is price who twisted his affections for you into something carnal. price shows him that simon’s desires have always been there, but he just misconstrued them on his own because simon—
he—
well, a herding dog still needs a master, after all.
#anon#ask#simon ghost riley x reader#john price x reader#i think our main difference is that i saw it as a polyamory moment and not a harem scene :3#suns
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underrated threesome dynamic of herding dog x lamb x wolf
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I’m in such a soap mood rn and that hockey!soap ask just near ruined meeeee!! What if he is dating a more alternative girl and he goes out of his way to find his tooth on the ice, making sure his team know that it’s not weird and he is not being over dramatic cuz its actually a very big deal. The next time his team sees her is at their engagement party and when they ask to see the ring she shows off a real pretty gold band with a pointy tooth replacing a stone.
this is so fucking peak im shaking like an old dog
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“wan’ ma’ fuh-kuh’ tooh’,” johnny grumbles, throbbing mouth muffled by the towel he’s using to stop the bleeding, before turning to kyle who blinks at him.
the game hasn’t resumed yet which is honestly a drag at this point, johnny thinks, because there’s only nine seconds left and sure miracles can happen within that time—some teams seem to have abundance of those—but does johnny even care anymore? no.
he’s angry and tired and in pain, and all they gave him was a white ass face towel and pinched smiles, before handing his team a four-minute penalty too. what the hell?
he would’ve complained if it wasn’t for the burning feeling in his face, thrumming from the base of his jaw to the tender press inside his cheek where the tooth was ripped out of his gums. he’s glad he was able to throw a punch in retaliation, that and the fundamental silver lining—
his loose tooth is out there.
johnny needs it.
“you… want your tooth?” kyle asks, looking at him like he’s the oddest creature in the rink. “why—”
the face-off begins, kyle and johnny turn, watching the puck fall, lumbers smacking against each other in the final grapple and skates slashing the ice, taking speed and taking force only—
the horn blows, marking the end of the game.
“fuh’ yeah!” johnny screams, banging on the glass protector, before he curls in the open arms of his teammates, laughing, bloodied gum forgotten.
they’re kicked out of the penalty box, finally—“it’s been twenty seconds, ‘tavish.”—and johnny gargles something unintelligible to price who skated towards them for a celebratory hug because there’s something johnny needs and he needs it now before the ice girls come in to swipe the rink.
he whirls past teammates trying to pull him in, waving his glove in lieu of a response because he can’t dignify them a proper one, not with the way his eyes are trained on the ice like this is his first time skating again, hesitant and eyes all-seeing.
he skates at the scene of tragedy, nose scrunching at the faint blood but otherwise empty patch of ice. god. where the hell did that go?
johnny almost gives up, almost decides to just knock out another tooth, probably the molar this time, when his eyes finally snag something that looks like it doesn’t belong on the ice. it’s tucked there in the corner of the rink, unassuming and still pink with blood.
“oh, y’r tooth,” simon grunts beside him.
“ye’,” is what johnny manages. “‘m taki’ it home.”
“…sure, whatever,” his friend says like he hasn’t done anything weirder. remember montreal 2019? yeah.
johnny skates towards the little thing, plucking it off the ice and holding it tight within his palm. he turns, blinking in surprise at seeing both kyle and john there beside simon now. the other guys are still parading, celebrating their victory with the audience, so johnny doesn’t know why his closest circle are here.
“what.”
“y’know you don’t need that for the implant, right?” john asks slowly like johnny’s some spooked thing.
“uh-huh,” is all johnny says, not understanding what price is insinuating now that the adrenaline’s wearing off, and the sharp stinging pain in his gums thrums harder from within. “leh’ go. wan’ medi-hin.”
kyle huffs, shaking his head fondly, before leading the pack out of the ice after a last lap for the audience. johnny keeps up with them, bright in his own happiness, pain be damned, because their fans deserve to see the fruits of their unwavering support.
besides, he knows someone’s out there, cheering for him louder than anyone else is.
.
“ah, there it is!” johnny cheers as he rummages through his locker, grinning when he meets the curious eyes of his teammates to show off his prized possession.
“your tooth?” enzo asks, face scrunched in his slight disgust. “don’t you wanna, you know, chuck it out?”
kyle murmurs something to reyes, something distinctly like, “just leave him be, mate,” but johnny bulldozes through, excited, and replies, “hmm? nae. i’m givin’ it to my girl.”
johnny doesn’t even notice the sudden silence in the room until the awkward petering laughter of gus.
“he smashed his head harder than we thought, no? probably needs more than a dentist.”
johnny rolls his eyes with a huff and flips him off, but he stops when he noticed the genuine concern in kyle’s face, the poor lad looking at him like he truly believes gus’ words and that he’s a second away from dialling for the standby medical team for johnny.
“what,” he bites out, shoulders hunching because why are they looking at him like that?
“it’s your loose tooth, johnny,” kyle answers, bug-eyed like there’s something obvious that johnny isn’t getting.
“i know.” it’s johnny’s turn to be confused. “‘s why i’m giving it to ‘er.”
“oh for fuck’s sakes— johnny, fill us in: why are you giving your girl your tooth?” price finally pipes in, looking more tired than he was on ice.
oh! johnny thought, his mind finally catching up to the situation. he breaks out into a smile, giddiness going rampant in his chest again, his stomach swooping at the thought of it—
“i’m proposin’ to her.”
a beat.
“that answers fuck all!”
he doesn’t even know who screamed that anymore, jumping in his own surprise at their explosive reaction, before yelping when a leg pad—probably price’s—was flung over his way with sharp accuracy.
“riley!”
.
you and johnny invited the boys and their plus-ones to celebrate the engagement, keeping most of it as private as one could after johnny posted a picture of you crying in his account, with the caption, “she said yes!”
(“couldn’t you have posted that selfie of us with the ring instead, baby?”
“shit, m’bad, bon. s’just that ye were too cute cryin’, almost had me panicking when you wouldn’t stop heaving.”
“…right. okay. can i post a different picture then?”
“of course, bonnie.”)
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the party was vibrant, formalities thrown away at the promise that not a single photo would be posted without anyone’s permission. any news sites were explicitly banned, guests screened because you and johnny had wanted to, at least, keep one celebration for the engagement closed off to the world.
you’re chatting with simon’s girlfriend, who is so shy and sweet, bug-eyed because she said she’s only ever seen you from her phone when she watches your games, when johnny returns with his mates and instantly slots himself beside you.
simon nods at you in greeting, while john and kyle repeat their congratulations, beaming at your quiet chuckles while johnny preens at them, so boyishly charming and endearing.
you can’t help but brush a kiss on his jaw, faint as to not transfer your gloss to his skin. johnny tips his head down and looks at you like you’ve hung the moon for him.
“since y’r engaged, i just gotta say,” kyle begins after sipping from his flute. “did you know ol’ johnny wanted to propose to you with the tooth he lost last season?”
johnny snorts and you two share a fond look, even as you quirk your brows up because you are so sure he told them, at least.
“lord,” john whispers, catching on.
“oh,” kyle adds, humour leaving his face, and is replaced with incredulity. you would have giggled if it weren’t for the fact his eyes are now trained on your hand as if to gauge how it looks.
simon grunts before you can show it off to them, and when you all turn to him, he just shrugs, avoidant, until his partner pokes his side with a confused tilt of her brows.
“i mean,” he begins, almost petulantly. “it’s johnny.”
he sniffs like that explains anything, and, given than you’re the person marrying johnny, it really does. you can’t help the giggles now, and you turn, smothering them on johnny’s shoulder who is busy cussing out his friend in murmurs.
“may i?” john asks, apparently tired of dancing around the topic.
“or course!” you reply, smiling, and put your arm out to show to them the pretty ring that your boy has given you with a warm promise of an eternity shared with him. if you’ll let him.
(there were so many more you wanted to tell johnny, so many more you wanted him to hear, but they all fell short. they all felt incomplete. but right there, in that moment, you knew what it was that you had to say. what it was that would let this bring his promise to life.
“yes,” you gasped out, choking on your own tears. “a hundred times yes, johnny!”
you two were trembling as he slid the ring on your finger, hearts throbbing with all the love reserved for each other.)
they crowd around your arm, leaning, their eyes bulging at seeing johnny’s tooth nestled there, in between the gold and the little diamonds surrounding it, and—
“i saw that fall off his mouth, oh my god.”
you laugh at kyle’s words, your heart so full and so fond because everything is just so beautiful.
johnny nuzzles his nose on your cheek, ignoring his lads in favour of kissing you.
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upset in a way that music cant even help anymore
#sun rambles#i knew the up days were too good to be true. i didnt expect the crash to be worse#how many more ‘my relationship w my parents are complicated but things are fine <3’ do i have in me
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SIMON NEEDS SOMEONE TO TELL HIM HE DOEANT HAVE TO SAY I LOVE YOU BACK
HE HAS BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH, HE FOESNT BEED OEOPLE HOLLERING AT HIM FOR NOT SAYING I LOVE YOU
HE WILL:
Press kisses to your fingers and cheek
ruffle your hair
buy you your favourite drink
cuddle up with you during movie night
grunt praise when he’s going down/in you
tell you the smallest things you do that you don’t even notice you do because he’s whipped
thank you.
YEA THIS ONE THIS ONEE
the kisses on the fingers and him noticing the little things you do in passing makeS ME ILL
simon kisses your fingers and fingertips, but also him massaging your palms because you told him quietly that they're always throbbing when it gets a little too cold than usual :((
simon pushing your hair away from your face, playing with the strands during the quiet moments, holding them up while you apply perfume—
and the favourite drink?? godd he's not even into sweet drinks but he memorizes the order you always prattle off without judgement. it doesn't matter if you like your bubble tea with 100% sugar or if you want extra syrup in your iced coffee or if you ask for packet sugars for your tea, simon doesn't tease nor comment nor judge.
same could be said if you prefer bitter drinks or sour drinks - simon memorizes them all. (he knows all of them at the top of his head but he likes typing them up in his phone because he likes looking at the growing list of things that you like.)
cuddling you during a movie night GAHLEE thinking about the way he breathes you in, deep inhales before his chest rumbles—he is pleased. content.
and and the quiet whispers when he's taking you; telling you how good you're being for him, how delicious you taste, how beautiful you look when you're full of him, how addicting it is to be with you. wiping your tears away with murmured apologies, before biting his lip when you said you're not crying because it hurts. you're crying because it's too good. s'good si—
then the little things. he lists them when there's a lull in your conversation; brings up things you didn't know he noticed—
"you don't like it then," simon's voice shoots you awake from your thoughts and you startle, whirling to look at him,
"yeah," you say, realizing a beat later that he didn't ask. "how'd you know?"
"oh, you know," he huffs, fond. "you always tilt your head to the side—" he mimics the action, "when it's not the flavour you expected." then simon shrugs his shoulders like it's nothing big.
like the knowledge that someone loves you enough to watch you, to learn you, to understand your tells, is nothing big.
"ah," you croak out, feeling so choked up. "i see."
oh but he is so lovely
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I’m in such a soap mood rn and that hockey!soap ask just near ruined meeeee!! What if he is dating a more alternative girl and he goes out of his way to find his tooth on the ice, making sure his team know that it’s not weird and he is not being over dramatic cuz its actually a very big deal. The next time his team sees her is at their engagement party and when they ask to see the ring she shows off a real pretty gold band with a pointy tooth replacing a stone.
this is so fucking peak im shaking like an old dog
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“wan’ ma’ fuh-kuh’ tooh’,” johnny grumbles, throbbing mouth muffled by the towel he’s using to stop the bleeding, before turning to kyle who blinks at him.
the game hasn’t resumed yet which is honestly a drag at this point, johnny thinks, because there’s only nine seconds left and sure miracles can happen within that time—some teams seem to have abundance of those—but does johnny even care anymore? no.
he’s angry and tired and in pain, and all they gave him was a white ass face towel and pinched smiles, before handing his team a four-minute penalty too. what the hell?
he would’ve complained if it wasn’t for the burning feeling in his face, thrumming from the base of his jaw to the tender press inside his cheek where the tooth was ripped out of his gums. he’s glad he was able to throw a punch in retaliation, that and the fundamental silver lining—
his loose tooth is out there.
johnny needs it.
“you… want your tooth?” kyle asks, looking at him like he’s the oddest creature in the rink. “why—”
the face-off begins, kyle and johnny turn, watching the puck fall, lumbers smacking against each other in the final grapple and skates slashing the ice, taking speed and taking force only—
the horn blows, marking the end of the game.
“fuh’ yeah!” johnny screams, banging on the glass protector, before he curls in the open arms of his teammates, laughing, bloodied gum forgotten.
they’re kicked out of the penalty box, finally—“it’s been twenty seconds, ‘tavish.”—and johnny gargles something unintelligible to price who skated towards them for a celebratory hug because there’s something johnny needs and he needs it now before the ice girls come in to swipe the rink.
he whirls past teammates trying to pull him in, waving his glove in lieu of a response because he can’t dignify them a proper one, not with the way his eyes are trained on the ice like this is his first time skating again, hesitant and eyes all-seeing.
he skates at the scene of tragedy, nose scrunching at the faint blood but otherwise empty patch of ice. god. where the hell did that go?
johnny almost gives up, almost decides to just knock out another tooth, probably the molar this time, when his eyes finally snag something that looks like it doesn’t belong on the ice. it’s tucked there in the corner of the rink, unassuming and still pink with blood.
“oh, y’r tooth,” simon grunts beside him.
“ye’,” is what johnny manages. “‘m taki’ it home.”
“…sure, whatever,” his friend says like he hasn’t done anything weirder. remember montreal 2019? yeah.
johnny skates towards the little thing, plucking it off the ice and holding it tight within his palm. he turns, blinking in surprise at seeing both kyle and john there beside simon now. the other guys are still parading, celebrating their victory with the audience, so johnny doesn’t know why his closest circle are here.
“what.”
“y’know you don’t need that for the implant, right?” john asks slowly like johnny’s some spooked thing.
“uh-huh,” is all johnny says, not understanding what price is insinuating now that the adrenaline’s wearing off, and the sharp stinging pain in his gums thrums harder from within. “leh’ go. wan’ medi-hin.”
kyle huffs, shaking his head fondly, before leading the pack out of the ice after a last lap for the audience. johnny keeps up with them, bright in his own happiness, pain be damned, because their fans deserve to see the fruits of their unwavering support.
besides, he knows someone’s out there, cheering for him louder than anyone else is.
.
“ah, there it is!” johnny cheers as he rummages through his locker, grinning when he meets the curious eyes of his teammates to show off his prized possession.
“your tooth?” enzo asks, face scrunched in his slight disgust. “don’t you wanna, you know, chuck it out?”
kyle murmurs something to reyes, something distinctly like, “just leave him be, mate,” but johnny bulldozes through, excited, and replies, “hmm? nae. i’m givin’ it to my girl.”
johnny doesn’t even notice the sudden silence in the room until the awkward petering laughter of gus.
“he smashed his head harder than we thought, no? probably needs more than a dentist.”
johnny rolls his eyes with a huff and flips him off, but he stops when he noticed the genuine concern in kyle’s face, the poor lad looking at him like he truly believes gus’ words and that he’s a second away from dialling for the standby medical team for johnny.
“what,” he bites out, shoulders hunching because why are they looking at him like that?
“it’s your loose tooth, johnny,” kyle answers, bug-eyed like there’s something obvious that johnny isn’t getting.
“i know.” it’s johnny’s turn to be confused. “‘s why i’m giving it to ‘er.”
“oh for fuck’s sakes— johnny, fill us in: why are you giving your girl your tooth?” price finally pipes in, looking more tired than he was on ice.
oh! johnny thought, his mind finally catching up to the situation. he breaks out into a smile, giddiness going rampant in his chest again, his stomach swooping at the thought of it—
“i’m proposin’ to her.”
a beat.
“that answers fuck all!”
he doesn’t even know who screamed that anymore, jumping in his own surprise at their explosive reaction, before yelping when a leg pad—probably price’s—was flung over his way with sharp accuracy.
“riley!”
.
you and johnny invited the boys and their plus-ones to celebrate the engagement, keeping most of it as private as one could after johnny posted a picture of you crying in his account, with the caption, “she said yes!”
(“couldn’t you have posted that selfie of us with the ring instead, baby?”
“shit, m’bad, bon. s’just that ye were too cute cryin’, almost had me panicking when you wouldn’t stop heaving.”
“…right. okay. can i post a different picture then?”
“of course, bonnie.”)
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the party was vibrant, formalities thrown away at the promise that not a single photo would be posted without anyone’s permission. any news sites were explicitly banned, guests screened because you and johnny had wanted to, at least, keep one celebration for the engagement closed off to the world.
you’re chatting with simon’s girlfriend, who is so shy and sweet, bug-eyed because she said she’s only ever seen you from her phone when she watches your games, when johnny returns with his mates and instantly slots himself beside you.
simon nods at you in greeting, while john and kyle repeat their congratulations, beaming at your quiet chuckles while johnny preens at them, so boyishly charming and endearing.
you can’t help but brush a kiss on his jaw, faint as to not transfer your gloss to his skin. johnny tips his head down and looks at you like you’ve hung the moon for him.
“since y’r engaged, i just gotta say,” kyle begins after sipping from his flute. “did you know ol’ johnny wanted to propose to you with the tooth he lost last season?”
johnny snorts and you two share a fond look, even as you quirk your brows up because you are so sure he told them, at least.
“lord,” john whispers, catching on.
“oh,” kyle adds, humour leaving his face, and is replaced with incredulity. you would have giggled if it weren’t for the fact his eyes are now trained on your hand as if to gauge how it looks.
simon grunts before you can show it off to them, and when you all turn to him, he just shrugs, avoidant, until his partner pokes his side with a confused tilt of her brows.
“i mean,” he begins, almost petulantly. “it’s johnny.”
he sniffs like that explains anything, and, given than you’re the person marrying johnny, it really does. you can’t help the giggles now, and you turn, smothering them on johnny’s shoulder who is busy cussing out his friend in murmurs.
“may i?” john asks, apparently tired of dancing around the topic.
“or course!” you reply, smiling, and put your arm out to show to them the pretty ring that your boy has given you with a warm promise of an eternity shared with him. if you’ll let him.
(there were so many more you wanted to tell johnny, so many more you wanted him to hear, but they all fell short. they all felt incomplete. but right there, in that moment, you knew what it was that you had to say. what it was that would let this bring his promise to life.
“yes,” you gasped out, choking on your own tears. “a hundred times yes, johnny!”
you two were trembling as he slid the ring on your finger, hearts throbbing with all the love reserved for each other.)
they crowd around your arm, leaning, their eyes bulging at seeing johnny’s tooth nestled there, in between the gold and the little diamonds surrounding it, and—
“i saw that fall off his mouth, oh my god.”
you laugh at kyle’s words, your heart so full and so fond because everything is just so beautiful.
johnny nuzzles his nose on your cheek, ignoring his lads in favour of kissing you.
#hockey au#anon#johnny soap mctavish x reader#soap x reader#johnny mactavish x reader#john soap mactavish#johnny mactavish#ask#suns
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johnny hockey au u are so whimsical and im in love <33 thank u anon (U KNOW WHO U ARE) for the idea!!! SMOOOOCHES
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loneliness
#it’s lonely in the net#trying to block the hate of your opponents and protect the dreams of your teammates#<- oh my god!!!! oh my fuckingg god#sergei bobrovsky#florida panthers
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cup final primer 2024
#I SCREAMED#i was tryna be coherent but failing at explaining why this years finals is SOMETHING#and here. this is it. THIS IS THE ONE#connor mcdavid#edmonton oilers
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omg so sorry i didnt understand the sabrina carpenter post? different edm as in? sorryyy
omgg pls dont apologize!! edm as in edmonton, the oilers’ home ice!
post is basically op playfully (or is it…) begging the oilers to play better in home ice—“i beg you, don’t embarrass me, motherfuckers” LMAO—especially after todays game :’33
too much rambling under the cut, pls ignore again!!
the oilers scored FINALLY after a shutout on saturday’s game, so it was genuinely their first point in the finals round AND THEN THEY NEVER SCORED AGAIN 😭
panthers racked up points, and the game ended 1-4. the panthers took the lead in the series (2-0)
the oilers were always consistent in the way that they get back up in the second game, but today broke that streak so fans are stressing, and rightfully so.
the panthers are a behemoth. bobrovsky (their goaltender) is insane on his own; they broke down how much pucks make it past him and 0% of ones that are sent on the ice make it (idk how else to explain it but it’s when you hit a puck with your stick, and the puck glides on ice). he stops those shots 100% of the time. his weakness, they said, are pucks sent from the shoulders and up but those are rare so, in a sense, bobbys got those covered too 😭
and the panthers’ forwards? fucking assholes (positive). they’re so flexible and fast; you think they’re being marked properly, then next thing you know they’re angled to the goal and then the puck is flying and then boom—they score.
(im not an athlete so do forgive me for these nonsensical comments, im just really buzzed)
AND THEIR DEFENSEMEN? menaces. theyre hot on your heels, and they TAG TEAM PEOPLE. mcdavid has been, as ESPN eloquently said, “double teamed” (sounds like a euphemism 😭). they also tried to, and succeeded with, separating mcdavid and draisaitl because these are the oilers’ best duo. in their prime, their shots always made it in. in this season’s games, mcdavid would be checked by two players, and draisaitl would be slammed onto the glass protector or something, and the deliberate way they are being iced out of each other made it difficult for davo and drai to do their duo plays
and its not just them, but every hard hitter in the oilers would find themselves marked by two people once theyre in the offensive zone. its an insane play (i havent watched enough hockey yet to be able to put hockey reference but this type of defense is so consistent and prevalent in basketball, especially against bigger players. so seeing it be applied on ice was so sick too)
AND THEIR STEALS? DUDE. the panthers are so good at snatching the goddamn puck. sure it led to many MANY cross checks, but its still undisputed that in their aggression, they make insane plays
additionally: matthew tkachuk? a scrappy kitten. he is so terrifying on ice, cute when being pulled away from fighting, and his shaved sides reminds me of johnny 😭
BUT YEA. theyve always been an insane team but its different seeing them play against the oilers who, from what ive seen this season, were a beast of their own—with davo at the core of it
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filthy fucking always gets me. the sounds, the desperation, the ragged breaths, the sweltering heat. babbling nonsense when he bullies his cock in you. digging your head into the pillows because he’s got your nipple between his teeth, his fat tongue lapping at the underside, before he closes his bruised lips for a greedy suck. your shaking fingers playing with your clit, spurred on by his dangerous gaze and his snarled praises. your throat throbbing with bite marks, hickeys, and sticky with his spit. he doesn’t fuck you in any other way that isn’t missionary because he’s addicted to kissing you, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and by your ear, breathing you in as you squirm. your hands mapping his body, dimpling the soft pudge of his stomach before circling your arms around his hips to push at his ass, like the all the length of his cock isn’t already nestled in your cunt because you want more. moremoremore
#sun rambles#cod x reader#afab reader#my prev drabble made me feel things#i cant take it i need to be !!!!!!! and €€€€€€ and **********
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festivities are over, i am back to missing canucks :(
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