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Jonathan Bryan Toews is a Canadian professional ice hockey centre who is an unrestricted free agent. Toews most recently played for the Chicago Blackhawks of th…

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#happy birthday Captain

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this happens once every few lifetimes

#1988

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untitled dom/sub au snippet for Jonny's birthday

prologue here

Jonny's walking into a bar in downtown Chicago, trying hard not to think about how comfortable and at ease he'd be sitting on Seabs' couch right now, idly chatting with Duncs and Crow, baseball playing in the background. Instead, he's wiping his sweaty palms at his pants as he glances around like he's waiting to be swarmed by fans who'll hang around and eavesdrop on the conversation he's about to have. Patrick offered to meet at his place to avoid the public, but something had made Jonny hesitate. He's not sure what it is—he's a 200 lbs professional hockey player; the chances of being attacked or beaten up are very, very slim, but a voice at the back of his head that sounded suspiciously like his mom had told him not to meet at strangers' houses to discuss all the ways Jonny might be willing to let himself be tied up.

So Patrick suggested this place instead, and Jonny's relieved that it's not some kind of sports bar where heads would turn the moment he walks inside and that it's early enough that it's blissfully empty, only a few people idly mingling at the bar.

Jonny exhales that nobody approaches him with a Sharpy in hand before he stops, awkwardly hovering by the door. He hasn't seen any pictures of Patrick, so he's not sure who exactly he's looking for, and it's dark enough inside that it's hard to see anyone's face from afar anyway. Jonny's kind of early too, so Patrick might not even be here. He could just walk up to the bar, order a drink and wait a couple more minutes.

But before Jonny can move, one of the guys already sitting at the bar slides off his stool and walks over, a slow smile spreading on his lips.

"Jonny, hi," he says, no trace of doubt in his voice. "I'm Patrick," he adds, and Jonny reaches for his extended hand on instinct.

"Uh, Jonny," he says as if Patrick clearly hasn't figured that out already. "Nice to meet you."

He isn't sure what he expected. Patrick's a few inches shorter than him, but that's not really a surprise. Jonny's taller than most doms. But maybe he figured Patrick would be older, more stern than the inconspicuous young man who's offering another warm smile as Jonny swallows.

Patrick's handshake is firm, his palm warm against Jonny's, and his presence is nothing like Seabs or Duncs' who radiate dominance and strength whatever they're doing. But Jonny feels his shoulders drop as Patrick lets go of his hand, some of the tension he'd been carrying melting out of his body as he follows Patrick to one of the booths in the corner of the bar. He has a steady calming presence that's blessedly soothing, and Jonny lets himself soak it in for a few seconds, happy to let Patrick wave the waitress over so Jonny can order a beer for himself.

"Thanks for taking the time," Jonny says once the woman has disappeared behind the counter again. "And thanks for being so understanding about the, uh, privacy concerns."

This time when Patrick smiles, dimples appear on his cheeks and Jonny's momentarily smitten by the soft chuckle Patrick lets out. "Yeah, I can see why you have those."

He doesn't add anything else while the waitress sets Jonny's beer down, and Jonny exhales that there's no stupid comment or eager smugness at potentially putting the Hawks Captain on his knees. As much as he wants to ask—how did Patrick realize who he's waiting for so quickly? Is he a fan? Does the follow the Hawks?—talking about his job or the scrutiny that comes with it is about the last thing Jonny wants to do.

"So, anything specific you want to discuss?" Patrick asks once she's disappeared again. "Any questions you want to ask?"

Jonny curls his hands around the bottle of beer in front of him, clearing his throat. He's jotted down some questions and notes back home, but he's struggling to remember any of that right now.

"If I decide to do this with you," he says. "How would it work?"

"I usually meet my clients at home," Patrick says, his voice both soft and very matter-of-fact. "We could meet up at my place again to let you check out if you'd be comfortable. I'm also open to meeting in hotels, but you'll be responsible for the bill. Once we've done a few scenes together, I could also come over to your place if you'd prefer that." He pauses, waiting for Jonny to nod before he continues, "I really prefer discussing your needs and limits in person, but I'm also going to send you a few documents to fill out, so that I'll have it in writing, too. Once we've established boundaries and agree that we're on the same page, we can do a first scene whenever you'd like. After that, it's up to you how often we'll meet. We can try to find regular appointments—though I assume that this could be a struggle with your schedule—or you reach out to me and we set something up then. Your call."

Jonny nods again. He grabs his beer, takes a sip, sets the bottle back down. The label is starting to peel off at the edges where tiny droplets of water are running down the glass.

Jonny swallows and lifts his head, Patrick's blue eyes moving from where Jonny's fingers are drumming along the neck of the bottle to meet his gaze.

"You said in your emails that you don't do sexual contact with new clients," Jonny says.

It feels like Patrick's hum echoes through his head while he watches Patrick offer a half-shrug. "Not for the first couple scenes, no."

"But… eventually that would be on the table?"

Patrick tilts his head and he looks a little thoughtful for a second like he's studying Jonny with his gaze. "Do you want it to be?"

His tone remains as calm and collected as before; he's doing none of that thing some doms he love to try where they lower their voice and offer some kind of self-satisfied smirk like Jonny's going to drop to his knees and drop his head just because there's a dom in his presence. It should be the bare fucking minimum, but Jonny's learned that he can't always take that for granted.

Jonny curls his fingers tighter around his bottle. He's pondered that question, before he finally got in touch with Patrick and after he finally sent the first email.

"I'm not sure," he admits quietly.

#1988

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if you’re 26 and older, reblog.

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Someone remind me that at some point in my very packed day tomorrow I need to make potato salad 🤪

#got the girlies over for a bbq this very fine holiday Wednesday #with 27 degrees 🤩 #there is sooooooo much going on this week #whoever equals not working with having time is wrong 😂 #at least atm

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It’s kind of a wonder that @heartstringsduet and I could agree on places to eat at all 😂

#our food preferences are around 99% different

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on this day, 6 yrs ago, bruno mars was surprised to see pete wentz

#we’re so fucking old

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I know adverbs are controversial, but "said softly" means something different than "whispered" and this is the hill I will die on.

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Personality test, is 80f/26c too hot for you?

#no #I don’t need it hotter but that is actually kinda perfect #with a nice breeze please

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Ich hasse die KVB wie die Pest 🤬🤮

#I’m this close to punching someone in the face as soon as they breathe wrong

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*anything mint choco chip flavored products like ice cream, candy, drinks, etc

#the grossest

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#never ever #and never will #my parents were heavy smokers #I find it so fucking disgusting #I could never

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how many pieces of jewellry do you wear?

(includes individual rings, necklaces, earrings, piercings, etc)

none

1

2-3

4-5

6-7

8-9

10+

i add more/remove more depending on where i am

#two rings #a watch #and usually a necklace #haven’t worn one since surgery on my throat #but I guess I could start again #up to 5 earrings

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#folklore

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Happy Spring is back day ❤️

#Dömchen #home is where the Dom is

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Happy pride! 🌈💖

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wartet, wartet, wartet. kurze Frage!

#erst kika dann super rtl