In an attempt to get back into writing, I’m offering to write drabbles or double drabbles (or even triple drabbles if I can’t control myself) of your requests/ideas😁
I’m the new person around here so so far I’ll accept requests about
Quinn Hughes/Kirill Kaprizov (or most Quinn ships honestly)
Nico Hischier/Jack Hughes (most Nico or Jack ships are fine too!)
Luke Hughes/Šimon Nemec
Sidney Crosby/Nathan MacKinnon
Leon Draisaitl/Matthew Tkachuk (most Matthew ships are fine)
Connor McDavid/Leon Draisaitl/Matthew Tkachuk
Brady Tkachuk/Tim Stützle
Will Smith/Macklin Celebrini (Hesitantly added because I prefer them mostly as a background pairing so I’ll start with that)
I don’t write x reader
I write mostly funny/cracky, smutty or fluffy drabbles but I’m willing to try most things once. So don’t hesitate and send in a ship/idea/request! 😃
As Brady collapses on top of a flushed and panting (and very satisfied, Brady thinks, with a congratulatory nod to himself) Tim, he hears the muffled hrmph! from the guy beneath him being squashed by Brady’s full body weight.
Tim doesn’t object to it though, he never does, happily letting himself be used as a slightly sweaty mattress while they catch their breath together. He glances down at Brady’s head, resting on his damp chest and finds a short curl to playfully twist around his finger.
“So,” Tim starts, his voice hoarse. “It looks like Leon isn’t returning tonight.” He doesn’t intend for Brady to get unwanted mental images about why his brother’s boyfriend hasn't come back to his own bed yet, so he quickly adds a question he knows Brady won’t refuse. “You wanna stay here with me?”
“Hell yeah,” Brady mumbles, lulled half asleep by Tim’s steadying heartbeat. “Please. Matthew never locks the door, I don’t need to know what’s going on in that room when I’m not there.”
Tim grins, gently petting his hair and forehead until he’s sure Brady is sleeping. Silently reaching for his phone, he texts Leon, telling him to stay with Matthew tonight.
Certainly would!😍 I was in a smutty mood but they turned sweet on me at the end heheh..
fem!Nicojack (Rated M)
Jackie still hasn’t gotten her gasps for breath under control when Nicole rises from the spot between the damp and twitching legs, her mouth, nose and chin dripping wet.
Licking her lips, she takes a moment to appreciate her favorite taste. Long hair cascades down her bare shoulders and regretfully hides her nipples. Jackie hums in objection and brushes the locks away.
“Free the nipples?” Nicole quirks an eyebrow.
Jackie nods. “Free the nipples,” she croaks, voice hoarse from what felt like hours of loud moans. She’s fairly sure she even screamed at one point.
Nicole certainly knows what she’s doing when it comes to pleasing her girl, but this time her performance was exceptional. Outstanding. A+. Jackie is surprised she can even form a coherent thought, much less saying it aloud.
She stretches her tired muscles, reaching her arms out for her girlfriend to fall into and the two women grunt in unison when Nicole’s full weight lands on top of a giggling Jackie.
They lie like that for a while, manicured fingernails running through Nicole’s thick hair and down her back, drawing circles on naked skin as Nicole listens to her heartbeat growing steadier.
After games they would fuck, quick and hard, to blow off steam and either celebrate a win or get the frustration after a loss out of their systems. But during the off-season they take it easy, slowly work themselves up in anticipation of evenings spent exploring familiar bodies.
Lingering touches? Two kisses instead of one? And they’ll know.
“Nico?” Jackie, completely in character, breaks the silence.
“Yes, Jack?”
“Let’s stay like this all night.”
Nicole buries her face in soft breasts, her leg settling between Jackie’s to rub against the slick inner thighs and hear her girlfriend’s sweet sighs. “How about all weekend?”
could u pls do a mattdrai olympics shenanigans drabble?
I got way too excited it seems 😇. Also this is the promised continuation of this drabble.
MattDrai - and Nicojack (Rated M)
“Get back here.”
“You’ll have to catch me first!”
“I’ll have to do no such thing,” Leon growled.
Matthew’s cackles reached the other end of the hallway where Leon was slowly approaching. Was it really necessary to chase Matthew through the Olympic village? Not exactly.
Did he still do it? Well..
Why? That’s another matter entirely.
See, the way Matthew had behaved today made it clear he was in sore need of a special kind of attention only Leon provided.
‘I can still feel you inside me from last night’, innocently whispered in Leon’s ear. Not so accidental grinding in canteen queues. Licking lips, teasing remarks.
He had to end it, and he had to end it using the only method that’d make that brat listen.
Reaching the door, Leon crowded him against the wall, one hand next to a delighted Matthew’s head and leaned in so their faces were an inch apart. Matthew tried for a kiss but Leon grabbed his chin instead.
“Are we alone?”
Matthew nodded. As much as Leon’s grip allowed. “Brady’s definitely in Tim’s room. I hope.”
“He better be.” Releasing him, Leon kissed with full force. Matthew found the doorknob that kept pushing into his side and twisted it, Leon following with a hand firmly on the back of Matthew’s neck, fully intent on immediately bending him over the bed.
Except.. Someone was already there, in Brady’s bed, moans so sweet and hushed, escaping from the covers.
And was that—Matthew knew those shoulders. That disheveled dark hair. He’d dragged that man around on the ice by the collar of his jersey so often that it was impossible not to be at least a little familiar.
Nico Hischier. A naked Nico Hischier. In Brady’s bed.
Wait. Was Nico fucking Bra—
“Get out!” The person beneath Nico scrambled out despite Nico’s valiant attempts at keeping him covered by the blanket.
Jack.
Matthew was dumbstruck. He didn’t know whether to be confused why someone who was not Brady were fucking in Brady’s bed, angry that he apparantly wouldn’t get what he needed tonight or sort of impressed at how flushed and well-fucked Nico had made Jack look.
He went with confused. “How—What?!”
“I’ll explain later!” Jack hissed, throwing a discarded shirt on.
Hurrying outside, Leon pulled Matthew along and slammed the door behind them.
“So,” Matthew began. “We could try Jack and Quinn’s room? Since that’s obviously free.”
Drabble request for a locker room first kiss between a pairing of your choice please? Thank you
What a lovely prompt! 💖
KirillQuinn (Rated G)
Quinn’s eyes shot open at the sound of a door slamming shut.
“Oh,” a voice said. “Sorry. I ask guys if you’re gone and they say you are here.”
Quinn blinked a few times. Had he been dozing? Possibly. But certainly not anymore. Not when Kirill was suddenly present, his (cute) face beaming at a tousled-looking Quinn.
His posture straightened when Kirill sat down close beside him. Though Quinn wouldn’t have minded if he were closer.
“So, today.. You have fun?”
Quinn smiled. He’d known this guy for less than three months but what a Kirill thing to ask.
“I did, yeah.”
“Good!” Kirill smiled back, just way bigger. And brighter. “Good.”
Silence, nothing but smiles filling the space when Kirill breathed in and slowly leaned closer, careful enough that Quinn momentarily doubted his vision, but it was there. It was real. They’d been eyeing each other all day, no, all month, and now it would happen. He’s getting closer, Kirill and his lips that Quinn had been thinking about night after night were actually moving closer and—
A noise outside startled them, stopping Kirill from drawing nearer and Quinn from finally getting to experience having those lips meet his.
But he wouldn’t accept defeat. Not now. Quinn put a hand on Kirill’s shoulder, pulling him further in and letting their mouths begin the exploration at last. More noises sounded outside, yet this time neither cared.
“So,” Kirill said, and regretfully pulled away, the tips of his ears burning a bright red. “You drive your car here?”
Quinn nodded, running a hand through his damp hair. Or was it Kirill’s hand? “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll give you a ride home.”
Maybe Quinn could even invite him inside, but another kiss might be in order first. Lucky him that Kirill happily obliged.
For my very first request @lavendergaia asked for ‘Nicojack, trying to find places to hook up during the Olympics’. Thank you so much!
Nicojack (Rated T)
Jack’s legs were wrapped around Nico’s waist as his boyfriend carried him down the hallway, ravenous lips attacking Nico’s own. Ravenous, starving, impatient.
All day long, his mind had conjured up images of Nico’s strong body on top of him, damp skin smacking against damp skin. Now he finally had the chance to make those thoughts a reality.
That is, until Nico’s heavy steps suddenly stopped.
Jack had been grinding against Nico’s crotch when they heard a hushed voice behind the ajar door to his shared room.
‘Quinn’s there,’ a disappointed Jack whispered. He was reluctantly released from the tight grip, though his arms stayed looped around Nico’s neck, playing with his hair. A hickey had formed beneath his ear from when they’d hidden behind a floor scrubber until a blissfully unaware janitor had left again.
And Quinn obviously came here in search of some privacy himself, Nico thought. He overheard a rare chuckle from Jack’s brother in response to a Russian-accented voice coming through a phone’s speaker.
Jack rested his forehead against Nico’s chest, dangerously close to admitting defeat, when he noticed the Tkachuks’ open door revealing an empty room inside. Strange, but welcome.
