hrpf drabbles

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

TimBrady (Rated T)

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.”

Certainly would!😍 I was in a smutty mood but they turned sweet on me at the end heheh..

fem!Nicojack (Rated M)

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.

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.”

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.