#Joseph Woll Smut

[misshoneyimhome]

would you be willing to do a Joseph Woll smut? maybe his girlfriend losing her virginity to him. i feel like he’d be so sweet and caring in the prep and aftercare but the next morning she’s craving joseph again

Well, of course, love! Although, I have to admit, I'm really not that great at first times, apparently - at least not in my opinion 🙈

I tried to keep to soft and romantic, but perhaps I made it too soft? 🤍

Anyway, I still hope it's enjoyable 🌺

Warnings; smut 18+; first-time, reader losing her virginity, fingering, protected sex (p in v);

Word count; 4K (it was not intended to be this long)

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The First Time | Jospeh Woll ⚡️🌺

Joseph Woll - Quite possibly the friendliest guy around, and he happened to be your boyfriend.

Being a tad older than you, you weren’t entirely sure why he'd opt to be with someone like yourself. Joe was a skilled hockey goalie, and with his genuine kindness, he could easily charm any young girl. Meanwhile, you were just a young woman trying to find your way through grown-up life.

Yet there he stood, Joseph Woll, with his gentle gaze and soft smile, choosing to be by your side. It had only been a few months since you officially became a couple, but it felt as though you'd known each other for an eternity. Every moment spent with him was brimming with joy, warmth, and a feeling of belonging.

You often found yourself pondering how lucky you were to have him in your life. He was more than just a hockey player; he was your confidante, your staunchest supporter, and your rock. And now, as you sensed your relationship blossoming, you couldn't help but wonder where this journey would take the two of you.

**

You’ met Joe in a charming café in Toronto, where the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, and fate orchestrated a serendipitous meeting. With your arms burdened by books and papers, you stumbled clumsily, causing your belongings to scatter across the floor. And in the midst of this chaos, Joe emerged like a knight in shining amour, swiftly coming to your aid.

With a friendly smile and a gentle demeanour, he assisted in gathering your scattered possessions, his presence quelling the embarrassment that threatened to engulf you.

Handing back your books, a soft chuckle escaped his lips. "Looks like you could use a hand there," he remarked, his voice warm and comforting.

Blushing slightly, you nodded appreciatively. "Thanks, I'm usually not this clumsy though," you replied, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

He simply smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "No worries, happens to the best of us."

His smile was utterly captivating. His brown hair tousled just right by the occasional breeze from outside, and his prominent ears giving him an endearing and charming appearance.

"Well, thanks anyway," you said sweetly, but for a moment, neither of you seemed to step out of each other’s way.

Joe wasn’t entirely certain why he felt so drawn to your gentle manner, but a small part of him wished fervently that this moment with you could stretch on indefinitely. So instead of letting it fade, he chose to take a leap and prolong the conversation.

"So… you’re into pianos?" Joe suddenly inquired, his brows furrowing with curiosity as he glanced at one of your books.

“Oh, well, yeah, it’s kind of a New Year’s resolution, but I haven’t really managed to play much,” you admitted shyly.

“Well, I happen to play the piano myself, and I know quite a bit about it. If you don’t mind, I could join you for a drink and share some insights?” he proposed, indicating the empty seat opposite you.

"Sure, I'd like that," you replied, a touch of excitement fluttering in your chest.

And so, amidst cups of steaming coffee and shared laughter, your dialogue flowed effortlessly. From exchanging thoughts on your favourite books to swapping anecdotes from your lives, you found yourselves completely absorbed in each other's company, the hours slipping away unnoticed.

**

Joe had naturally been the most romantic gentleman when your relationship began. Following your initial meeting, he'd been nothing but considerate, arranging a proper date at a cosy, intimate restaurant. True to his gentlemanly nature, he picked you up and drove you home, focusing solely on engaging in heartfelt conversations and deepening your connection.

On subsequent dates, he whisked you away to museums, followed by more coffee outings. Then, on the fourth date, he extended a heartfelt invitation to his home to cook you dinner. He even serenaded you with a few tunes on his piano, creating an atmosphere straight out of a fairy tale.

His approach was unlike that of most men you'd encountered in recent years. They were typically the stereotypical frat boys, fond of getting drunk and hitting on young women, often resorting to groping. While many of your friends may have been drawn to such individuals, you shared no such inclination.

You preferred to keep to yourself, finding solace in the simple joys of curling up with a good book and savouring a cup of tea. And this suited Joe perfectly.

You weren't one to partake in wild nights out clubbing every weekend or engage in promiscuous behaviour. Instead, you possessed a depth that made you far more intriguing. Always composed and serene, you listened to Joe with a peaceful smile, your laughter like sweet melodies.

As weeks evolved into months and your bond with Joe grew deeper, you found yourself increasingly at ease and secure in his company. Yet, one aspect remained a source of insecurity for you. Though not entirely uncommon for someone your age, discussing the topic and admitting the truth still felt awkward: you were a virgin.

And aware of Joe's past relationships, you knew that he wasn't.

But what troubled you most was the longing to confide in him, even though you were unsure how to broach the subject. You had a strong feeling that Joe, being the kind-hearted person he was, would never judge you. The challenge lay in finding a way to mention it, as casually as possible.

You thought about the issue for some time. However, on your next date, where Joe had once again invited you over for homemade pasta and relaxed piano lessons, it seemed as though fate had decided the moment had arrived.

After enjoying the most simple and romantic dinner a man had ever prepared for you, you found yourselves nestled together on the sofa, your favourite TV show playing in the background.

On the third date, Joe had given you a quick peck as he escorted you to your door. And by the fourth date, your kisses had grown slightly deeper. However, tonight, you felt a longing for more – yet Joe, always respectful, was almost frustratingly so. You didn't want to come across as too eager, but as soon as his lips met yours, you were captivated and craving more than just a fleeting kiss.

And as you cuddled on the sofa, you found yourselves irresistibly drawn into each other's arms, sharing a sincere, passionate kiss. Your tongues danced in sync as you gently explored Joe's mouth, your fingers twined in his hair while he held you close.

He positioned himself half on top of you, mindful of his larger build, as your legs entwined with his. And it was then that you felt it. Through his thick jeans, you could feel his member growing firmer with the escalating intensity of the kiss, and suddenly, a new sensation enveloped you. Something you had only felt in solitude - a rush of desire.

Easing back a little, you broke the kiss, allowing both of you to catch your breath.

"Are you okay?" Joe asked tenderly, earning a slight nod from you. "So, what's on your mind?" he asked softly, locking his pleading gaze with yours.

Feeling a bit apprehensive about expressing your thoughts, yet also buoyed by a surge of confidence, you decided to speak up. After all, he must be thinking the same thing, judging by the noticeable bulge.

"Um, well…" you began slowly. "You... um... you're turned on?" you half inquired, half stated as gently as possible, not wanting to embarrass him. But Joe remained unruffled. Instead, he simply chuckled softly, briefly glancing down before returning his gaze to you.

"Oh yeah... sorry, I can't really help that, this um, this just feels really good," he admitted softly, a broad grin spreading across his face.

And you couldn't help but smile too. "It really does…"

There was a brief moment of comfortable silence as you pressed your lips together, maintaining eye contact with the man above you.

"Are you sure? I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable," Joe expressed once more, his concern and kindness shining through.

But you simply shook your head gently. "You're not… I just…" Once again, you hesitated for a moment before revealing your true desires. "I just haven’t… ever… done something," you softly admitted, feeling your cheeks slowly flush.

And once more, Joe offered nothing but a gentle smile. "y/n, you don’t have to feel embarrassed about being a virgin…"

His words eased your anxiety a little. "Really?"

"Of course not! Honestly, I can only respect that choice, y/n," Joe added tenderly. "Just promise me you'll tell me if I ever cross a line…"

"Oh Joe, you're not! And to be honest, I really do want… more… it's just… I don’t know how," you admitted once again, your voice barely above a whisper.

Joe remained silent for a moment, considering how to proceed. It was no secret he desired you; his body language spoke louder than words after all. Yet, the last thing he wanted was to make you feel pressured into something you didn't want.

"Well, if and when you're ready… I'd like to show you."

**

Joe had insisted on waiting a few days before taking things further, wanting to ensure you felt ready and not pressured. Which you had reassured him countless times. And finally, the night arrived when you would share your most intimate self with him.

You had naturally heard a lot from girlfriends, so you had some idea of what to expect, yet you couldn't help but feel a little nervous. You'd be completely naked, and Joe would touch your most private areas.

But of course, he had gone out of his way to make you feel at ease. With candlelight and soft piano tunes, he had set a comfortable atmosphere at his home, aiming to keep it romantic and gentle.

And he had succeeded. As soon as he gently took your hand and led you to the bedroom after a casual dinner, all sorts of anxiety washed away. He was nothing but sweet and caring. Guiding you to lie on the bed, he kissed you deeply, his hand gently cradling your face as your lips moved together. His tongue politely sought permission to enter, and you welcomed it eagerly.

You felt incredible under Joe's touch. The way he carefully moved his hands around your body, gently massaging you as he pulled you closer to him, felt nothing short of amazing.

And Joe took his time with you, making sure you felt at ease as he kept the kiss deep and passionate, gradually feeling himself becoming aroused too.

Then, breaking the kiss momentarily, his eyes locked onto yours. "Are you certain about this?" He asked softly, to which you gave him a sweet smile and nodded.

"Yes, Joe," you replied, your voice soft and tender, yet tinged with excitement. With your consent, Joe positioned himself between your legs, kneeling as he guided you to relax completely. His gaze remained fixed on you, ensuring he would notice any hint of discomfort.

Then, gently, he began to move his large palms up under your shirt, feeling your smooth skin against his soft hands, before he encouraged you to sit up slightly so he could pull your shirt over your head. As you sat with your breasts exposed in your lacy bra, carefully chosen for the occasion, Joe remembered to kiss you again.

Giving him a smile, you signalled for him to continue. Still with his lips on yours, he used his skilled fingers to unclasp your bra. Although it looked good on you, Joe wanted to feel your skin against his. Your breasts were perfectly round and your nipples hard, indicating your arousal. He then guided you to lie back down as he slowly moved his lips to your neck, placing gentle kisses while his hand massaged your breast.

"Does that feel nice?" Joe murmured against the sensitive skin of your neck, sending a delightful shiver through you.

"Y-yes," you muttered, feeling yourself yielding more and more to him.

"Good, just relax," he spoke tenderly, before shifting to the other side of your neck and attending to your other breast with his hands.

"Mmm," you softly moaned, surprising yourself as you melted into his touch.

Being with Joe was truly wonderful. Already, you felt remarkably at ease under his touch, and you almost couldn't wait for him to proceed further.

Yet he maintained a leisurely pace. With care, he withdrew his tantalising lips, moving to kneel beside you, before he located the button on your jeans with his fingers. Skilfully, he unfastened them and slowly pulled them down your legs, revealing your matching lacy underwear.

You felt a twinge of embarrassment at being so exposed to Joe, yet somehow, he made you feel comfortable, creating a calming atmosphere in the room.

Returning to your lips, he gently planted another kiss. "If it makes you more comfortable, you can slip under the covers while I undress," he suggested, his voice incredibly soothing. And with a soft nod, you complied, while he slowly undressed as well, revealing his erect member.

You couldn't help but gasp as you beheld his size, proudly standing against his lower torso. It appeared quite large to you, though lacking any real comparison. All you could ponder was how it would fit inside you, as you had only experimented with your fingers a few times, and they didn't even come close to his dimensions.

Joe seemed to sense your slight astonishment. "Don’t worry, I'll make sure you're comfortable," he reassured you, returning to the mattress and joining you under the covers, where he once again connected your lips in a tender kiss.

Gradually, you relaxed once more, his calm demeanour rubbing off on you with each passionate motion. And as Joe slowly moved to remove your final piece of fabric, exposing your heat to him, he broke the kiss, yet keeping his gaze fixed on you at all times. Carefully, he encircled his long fingers around your core, smoothing your skin as he inched closer to your sensitive flesh.

Then reconnecting your lips, he delicately trailed his fingers between your folds, gently caressing your sensitive bud and lightly probing your entrance. You released a small breath, briefly breaking the kiss, before resuming as you felt the pleasurable sensations he was inducing.

And only when Joe felt you were completely at ease did, he let his fingers tenderly stroke your clit, sending small sparks of pleasure through your body. Your hands instinctively reached for his hair, intensifying the kiss as you felt a new wave of excitement beginning to build.

"Does it feel good, sweetheart?" He whispered softly into the kiss, and all you could manage was to moan in response. "Good…"

Joe couldn't help but relish the way you lightly moaned and shifted under his touch. All he desired was to ensure he brought you pleasure, and from the way your fingers tangled in his hair, he took it as a positive sign.

Breaking the kiss once more, he pulled back to observe your expression while gently applying a little more pressure as he circled your clit. Then noticing your moans becoming more rapid and uninhibited, he sensed that you were experiencing the pleasure he aimed to provide you.

And indeed, you were. The knot in your lower abdomen tightened as Joe continued to tease your nerve endings, and soon you felt your legs trembling lightly, losing all sense of control. Your hands shifted to grip onto his shoulders as the intensity within you heightened, and soon you realised this must be what an orgasm felt like.

"Oh… Joe…" you softly moaned, closing your eyes tightly as he maintained a steady rhythm, bringing you closer to climax. "Yes…"

And before long, you felt a small spasm wash over your body, as you allowed yourself to succumb to the moment, your mind enveloped in a blissful haze.

Joe couldn't help but smile as he witnessed the pleasure, he was bringing you. "Did you enjoy that?" He chuckled lightly, though he already knew the answer, as he withdrew his fingers slightly.

"Yes," you simply breathed out as you slowly came down from your high.

There was a tender moment lingering, yet the air was thick with steamy desire. Then, with his eyes still locked onto yours, Joe slowly let his fingers slip further down, gently stroking your moist flesh as he approached your entrance. He studied your face, ensuring you still felt relaxed under his touch.

And when he noticed your controlled breathing, he slowly pressed a finger against your opening, gently pushing as he felt your tight walls around it.

“Mmm…” you moaned softly. Even with just one finger, it felt much better than anything you'd ever tried on your own.

And Joe felt rather satisfied with how well it was going, how wet you were, which had been part of his intention when bringing you to climax first. And as he observed your face showing small signs of pleasure, he slowly added a second finger, ensuring it felt good while also gently stretching you.

Despite feeling his own arousal building, his cock throbbing and slick with pre-cum, his primary focus was on your need. And as he felt your wetness coating his fingers, your walls tightening around his digits as he stimulated you, he thought that you might be ready for him soon.

Your fingers lightly dug into his shoulders as you savoured the pleasurable sensation of his fingers inside you. However, the more he massaged your insides, the more you yearned for him. Another small knot was slowly forming in your stomach once more, and now as you understood what it meant, you felt an even deeper desire to be satisfied.

“Joe…” you softly mumbled between moans. “Please, I want you…”

And your wish was his command. “Alright,” he whispered in your ear, before gently withdrawing his fingers from your core, leaving you feeling a bit empty, yet filled with anticipation.

Then kneeling back, he leaned over to the nightstand where he retrieved a condom packet, carefully tearing it open before sheathing himself. Your eyes followed his every move attentively, your core patiently waiting to be fulfilled.

Hovering over you once more, Joe positioned himself in missionary, his gaze still locked on you as he aligned himself with your entrance. “Let me know if it hurts,” he spoke firmly, earning a nod of confirmation from you. Your hands found their way to the back of his shoulders again, your eyes deeply connected with his as he slowly eased his length inside you.

“Oh… God…” you muttered under your breath as his member stretched your tight walls.

Joe felt nothing but pleasure as he filled you up, slowly reaching the very depths of your insides before he paused. Both of you needed a moment to catch your breath; you were overly stimulated, while Joe needed to exercise restraint. The sensation of you around his sensitive member was heavenly, and he felt a surge of pride being the first one you let in.

“I’m going to start moving, okay?” he softly inquired, earning another nod from you. And then very carefully, he withdrew a little before pushing back in, and then again, very slowly. Your nails almost dug into his skin as you felt the exquisite stimulation of his cock against your walls, your mind drifting into another blissful haze and your vision slowly blurring.

And Joe soon found a steady rhythm that brought you both pleasure, still slow and cautious as he didn’t want to overwhelm you. However, as your moans gradually grew louder with every thrust, he found it increasingly difficult to hold back. Gradually, he began to increase the pace, your wetness allowing him to slide in and out effortlessly.

“Mmmm… yes, oh…” he muttered under his breath as he rocked his hips against you, his cock throbbing with every motion. Similarly, you felt your core dripping and pulsating as he made love to you.

“Joe… Mmm… I think- I think I’m going to…” you couldn’t even finish your sentence as a rush of pleasure coursed through your mind, body, and soul, his length guiding you to another orgasm, your eyes closing as you surrendered to the euphoria once more.

Which only brought Joe closer to his own climax as your tight walls clenched around him, his pace picking up once more. He had to close his eyes as well as he felt himself about to reach the peak, and with a few more thrusts, he finally let out a deep grunt and surrendered to his climax.

“Oh yes…” he moaned loudly, allowing himself to thrust slowly and deeply a couple of times as he released into the latex.

There was another moment of silence as you both regained control of your breaths, your hearts beating faster as you slowly returned to reality from the euphoric state.

Pearls of sweat had formed on Joe’s forehead, his eyes opening again to meet yours in a romantic gaze.

“Was that alright?” he softly inquired with a crooked smile, and you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.

“Joe, it was absolutely wonderful,” you flashed him a satisfied smile. And for another few seconds, you allowed yourselves to just enjoy the intimate moment.

“Good…” he returned your satisfied smile. “Just try to relax, sweetheart, and I’ll be right back,” he informed you with a soft tone before carefully withdrawing his length from your core. Offering him a nod, you watched as he walked to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

And while he was cleaning himself up, you couldn’t help but feel a surge of happiness wash over you. Your mind still basking in bliss as you reflected on tonight and how sweet and gentle Joe had been, how understanding and caring he had shown himself to be.

It hadn’t been painful at all, contrary to what some of your friends had warned. Instead, Joe had taken his time to ensure you felt nothing but pleasure, even bringing you to your very first two orgasms.

As you lay there in the romantic yet passionate ambiance, a smile played on your lips. And as Joe returned to the bed, he wore an equally contented smile, a damp cloth in his hand, which he delicately used to help you clean your juices from between your legs.

It was nothing short of an amazing evening, the way Joseph helped you explore your own body and desires, followed by him offering you a t-shirt to sleep in and whispering sweet nothings as you simply lay in his embrace. You chatted for a brief while, both of you wearing broad smiles, as he tenderly caressed every inch of your body, still ensuring you felt relaxed and comfortable even after making love. And as satisfaction filled your mind and body, tiredness descended upon you both, and gradually you drifted off to sleep in each other’s warm embrace.

**

As morning slowly crept in, you still felt a lingering sense of pleasure in your core. And what made your early smile widen even more was waking up spooning with Joe, his large frame enveloping you, while his morning wood pressed against your back.

And sensing your slight movements, Joe also slowly stirred from his slumber.

“Morning,” he softly murmured into your hair, planting a gentle kiss as he held you close.

“Morning,” you replied with a husky morning voice, before turning around in his arms, your tired gaze meeting his.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Oh, I think we both know I slept wonderfully,” you let out a light chuckle. “How about you?”

“Hmm, I slept well too, especially with you in my arms…”

You couldn’t help but smile as your eyes remained locked. “Did you have any… uhm, dreams about me?” you inquired, slightly mischievously.

“Hmm, not specifically,” Joe chuckled lightly, propping his head on his elbow. “Why?”

“Oh, well then you must just be really happy to have me here…” you teased sweetly, hinting at his once again firm member tucked away in his boxers.

“Yeah, that’s kind of normal,” he chuckled again. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not happy to have you here,” he added, smiling before leaning in for a tender kiss.

“Hmm,” you hummed into the kiss before pulling back slightly, your mind filled with desire for the man lying beside you. “Well… maybe… it deserves a little attention…” you sweetly suggested.

“Oh, you're already up for round two?” Joe grinned playfully, pulling you a little closer to his warm body.

“Maybe…” you admitted softly. “I guess it was just that good…”

And Joe couldn’t exactly disagree with you. Flashing you a flirtatious smile, he then kissed you again, this time in a deeper and more passionate manner, before pulling apart.

“Well, then I guess I shouldn’t keep you waiting, miss,” he said with a smile before attending to your desires with a playful chuckle.

[hottiesforhockey]

Congrats! Can i request the prompt "just go to bed" with joseph woll? Where they both stayed up way too late to the point where shes kind of delirious and doesnt realise how tired she is. And she just wont stop talking about special interests ans hobbies and he loves her so much and loves to listen to her talk but hes really tired too and is exasperated trying to get her to go to bed. I think that would so cute and funny!

Joseph leaned against the couch, his head lolling slightly to the side as he stifled a yawn. The soft glow of the lamp cast golden light over the living room, illuminating the mess of blankets and pillows strewn about from the movie they had abandoned hours ago. The clock on the wall blinked 3:42 AM, a silent reminder that they were well past the point of reason.

And yet, you kept talking.

Not that he minded.

He loved listening to you talk, especially when you got like this—animated, brimming with excitement, your hands moving as much as your mouth as you tried to explain something you were passionate about. Your eyes sparkled, even in your exhausted state, your words tumbling out faster than your brain could probably keep up with.

"—and it’s just so fascinating how they managed to preserve that, you know? Like, think about it! Thousands of years ago, people were already figuring out ways to record their stories, and here we are, still trying to understand them. It’s kind of poetic, don’t you think?"

Joseph hummed, barely holding onto consciousness as he rubbed a tired hand down his face. "Yeah, baby, it’s poetic." His voice was thick with exhaustion, but you didn’t seem to notice.

You were curled up next to him, legs tucked under you, one arm resting against his. The heat of your body was warm and comforting, and he didn’t want to move, didn’t want to pull away, even if his eyelids felt heavier than the world itself.

"And! And!" you sat up straighter, your enthusiasm somehow untouched by the late hour. "If you think about how much effort went into it—like, chiseling into stone, or weaving stories into tapestries—it’s kind of insane. Do you think they ever got hand cramps? Like, imagine being the guy who had to carve out a whole epic poem, and you’re just sitting there, chipping away, thinking, ‘Man, I should’ve been a farmer instead.’”

Joseph let out a soft laugh, turning his head to press his forehead against your shoulder. "You’re delirious," he murmured, voice slurred with sleep. "Go to bed."

"But I’m not tired!" you protested, despite the fact that you had been slurring some of your words just minutes ago.

Joseph sighed, lifting his head just enough to look at you. You blinked slowly now, fighting against the weight of exhaustion but still stubbornly clinging to the thread of conversation.

"Baby girl." His voice was patient, but laced with exasperation. "It’s almost four in the morning."

"Yeah, but—"

"Just go to bed."

"You go to bed."

"I’m trying to, but someone won’t stop monologuing about ancient storytelling techniques."

You gasped in mock offense. "Excuse you, this is an important discussion—"

"Uh-huh. And you’re going to have it with your pillow."

Before you could protest, Joseph shifted, gathering you up in his arms with an ease that made you squeak. "Wait, no, I wasn’t done—"

"Yeah, yeah, you can tell me all about it tomorrow," he said, carrying you toward the bedroom despite your weakening protests. You were clearly too tired to fight him properly, and by the time he set you down on the bed, you were already halfway to sleep, blinking up at him with a sleepy little frown.

"But it was interesting…" you mumbled, curling into the blankets as he climbed in beside you.

Joseph pulled you close, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "It was. You’re adorable when you ramble. But sleep first, history lesson later."

You let out a soft huff but didn’t argue, instead nestling against his chest with a content sigh. Within minutes, your breathing evened out, your stubborn fight against exhaustion finally lost.

Joseph smiled to himself, his arms tightening around you as he let sleep pull him under.

His dreams were filled with marble statues, ancient scrolls, and the sound of your voice passionately explaining history in the background.

He could listen to you talk forever, especially if it meant nights like this.

[cixrosie]

WOWWWWW IM BLUSHING THIS WAS SO GOOD ☺️ 😊 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Hurt | Joseph Woll

summary: when joesph lands up injured, you seem to be the only one to make him feel better.

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, swearing, fingering.

word count: 0.95k

authors note: we’ve gotten to goalie #4 after I missed yesterdays update. I struggled to come up with what to do for injured Joseph so I just sort of went with this!

When Joseph ended up injured you truly forgot how to breathe.

You had been left in your apartment as you had a lecture that ended halfway through the game. So of course when you got home to not see him on the ice you had to rewind to then see the injury.

Joesph came home to see you pacing around as you panicked mumbling things under your breath “baby.” You gasped looking up to see the clearly forced smile on his face.

He watched you stay stuck to your spot as you frowned “I’m okay.” The goalie mumbled as he slowly made his way to you holding his arms out “doc said I’d be out for at least two weeks.” He explained making your heart break for him.

But as you stayed there Joseph collapsed in your arms “please just hold me.” He sobbed trying to process the fact that he had sustained a lower body injury.

There wasn’t more than you could do than just listen “I know what could do the trick for you.” Your voice was soft as you kissed his cheek.

Joseph had to say that watching you care for him as he sat in your massive bath “baby I think we have enough light in here.” He joked as you lit what seemed to be the fifteenth candle. It made you stick your tongue out at him “I’m just making sure that you’re comfortable.” You shot back causing him to laugh “I’d be happiest if I had you come in.” Joesph wriggled his eyebrows hoping that it would be enough to convince you to get in.

A smirk formed on your lips “you have an injury so you’d have to keep your hands to yourself mister.” You warned reaching your hand down to splash him.

It made Joesph laugh as he reached out for your hand to squeeze “please baby.” He begged making you sigh “fine.” You reached up to pull your shirt off of your shoulders. In that moment it was now his turn to forget how to breathe.

That view of your breasts as you unclipped your bra had his eyes going wide “you stay to your side.” You repeated your warning as you lay against his body “you’re so pretty.” Joesph cooed pressing his lips against your cheek as his other hand wrapped around your chest.

You tried to ignore him as you sighed “god you’re going get me into so much trouble with your physios.” You groaned as his fingers trailed down your stomach “you want me to make you feel good baby?” Joe smiled as you pressed your head against his shoulder.

He could see how you were still tensed as you avoided his torso “want you to relax f’me.” The boy mumbled kissing down the other side of your neck as his fingers brushed over your clit.

It was hard to ignore him as your jaw went slack “please J.” You begged craving his fingers in your cunt “and to think you wanted me to keep my hands to myself.” He teased letting out a laugh as he watched run your fingers over your legs that hung over the sides of the bath “know I never wanted that.” You cried when Joesph let his fingers thrust into your cunt.

You took seconds before you clenched around him “my pretty little girl.” He never let you see how his jaw tightened feeling the discomfort in his torso as his cock hardened between his legs “fuck me.” You moaned letting your lips form a pout.

Water sloshed around you both as the soft scents of lavender from the bubbles invaded your nostrils “not yet baby.” His cock poked against your back making your eyes roll back in pleasure “feel so good.” You cooed grinding your hips against his fingers as you wanted him to go faster.

Joseph loved seeing how you turned to putty in his hands when had you in your most vulnerable state “you’re so fucking pretty.” He mumbled using his free hand to grab your jaw to turn you to face him.

His lips were somehow soft as he pressed his fingers into your skin “don’t stop.” Your forehead went flush against his “you close my pretty girl?” Joe smirked as you nodded letting your lips fall open.

The sounds of soft cries mixed well with sloshing water “I’m so close.” You whined as his palm went flat against your clit causing the sensitive nub to make your legs shake “please Joe.” Your voice was barely a whisper as you looked up at him with your pupils blown.

It was hot as he kissed your lips once more letting his capture the sounds of your moans “m gonna come.” You mumbled gripping at the sides of the bath as your face contorted “let go baby.” His fingers some how quickened causing your cunt to clench once more.

Your cries could be heard from all around your apartment “fucking hell.” Your chest heaved as your eyes screwed shut. Joesph didn’t let his movements hinder until your body stopped shaking “there’s my pretty girl.” He smiled kissing your lips as he retracted his fingers from your cunt.

As the bath water grew cold you leaned into him onto to be met with a hiss “maybe we should do something a little less intense.” Your tongue brushed over your upper teeth as you smiled “like a movie on the couch?” Joesph’s hand traced your back as he smiled “you better keep those hands to yourself mister.”

[rowdydevs-nhl]

hii i hope u r having an Amazing day/night i definitely am! im thinking rlly hard rn about jealous possessive woller… marking reader up.. w some chokingg and i love ur writing smm 💞

Hi 🤭🤭🤭🤭 my first Woll ask 💕thank you.

+18 -> smut | He’s a sweetheart with a jealous streak 🩷

𝓳𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓹𝓱 𝔀𝓸𝓵𝓵 𝔁 𝓯𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

c/w: ownership, marking, jealous, choking, the reader teases him intentionality, woll walks into the reader’s place on an off-night and catches her wearing a swayman jersey

You heard the lock click and the door swing open, and you barely suppressed your grin.

Joey stepped into your place, still in sweats from morning skate, his brown hair a little messy, poking out from under his hat—that boyish grin started to form the second he caught the twinkle in your eyes—until he saw it.

You didn’t even pretend to hide. Just stood in the kitchen, barefoot, putting away dishes, wearing nothing but a Swayman jersey.

You looked over your shoulder with the most innocent expression you could muster. The jersey swallowed your frame, barely grazing the tops of your thighs, your ass peeking out as you rose onto your tiptoes to reach the top shelf. No shorts. No panties. Nothing.

His eyes flickered over you slowly, smile fading, replaced by a stormy silence. He dropped his keys on the counter and turned his hat from front to back. His head tilted slightly, jaw ticking as he held himself back—for now.

“Joey… baby, are you okay—”

“You serious right now?” His voice was low and calm, but those piercing blue eyes told a different story.

“What?” you asked sweetly, biting your lip. “I found it in the back of the closet… We’re watching the Bruins. It’s—It’s comfy.”

“So, you know why I’m pissed. Didn’t even have to tell you.”

“Well, I kind of figured, given your whole… focus—”

“You don’t even like the Bruins,” he scoffed, cutting you off.

“You know how I am, Joey. I’m a sucker for a goalie… And, he’s a cutie—”

You knew exactly what you were doing. It had been a while. Why not stir the pot a little? You missed that darker edge in him.

In two long strides, he was in front of you, hands gripping your waist with just enough pressure to steal the breath from your lungs.

“Take it off.”

“Why?” you asked, widening your eyes, fluttering your lashes, feigning innocence as you looked up at your boyfriend.

His hands slid down, gripping the backs of your thighs, lifting you with ease. You gasped, legs wrapping around his waist instinctively, back hitting the kitchen wall a second later.

“The fuck do you think you’re doin’, huh?” Joey growled, his mouth brushing hot against your ear. “You don’t wear another name when this pussy belongs to me.”

You gasped, thighs clenching around him as he rutted up into you—already hard, pupils blown wide with hunger.

“You want me jealous?” He murmured against your jaw. “That’s what you want? ‘Cause I know you know better. Say it. Tell me you know better.”

“I—I know better—”

His lips crashed into yours—rough, hungry, possessive. He set you down just long enough to tear his shirt and sweats off between frantic kisses, then yanked the jersey over your head, tossing it aside. He kicked your legs apart, driving into you with a growl, making you feel it with every thrust, every bite to your neck, every low “mine” muttered against your skin as you whimpered and took it.

Joey threw you down onto the couch, your neck littered with marks, lips swollen and kiss-bruised, your pussy soaked and messy. His hand wrapped around your throat, holding you still as he hovered above, chest heaving.

You were breathless and aching, bottom lip quivering. He leaned in, grip still tight, forehead resting against yours, his pulse pounding against your throat.

“Don’t pull that shit again,” he whispered, voice deep and hoarse, lips brushing over yours.

“Mhmm…” you whimpered, threading your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging him closer. “I promise.”

He kissed you slow, almost sweet, tapping his thick tip against your clit, feeling the stutter in your breath against his mouth.

“That thing’s gone,” he muttered. “Torchin’ it.”

You smiled against his lips just as he swirled his cock around your soaked entrance and thrust inside—deep, hard, and possessive.

“You’re mine.”

[brainddeadd]

Surprising Joseph woll with a pocket pussy for when he’s away on roadies so you can watch him fuck into it over FaceTime sex

Long distance

warnings: smut, use of toys

The soft glow of your phone screen illuminates your face as you lay back on the bed, feeling the warmth of anticipation spread through your body. It’s been a week since Jo went for the away games, and you can tell from his voice that he misses you just as much.

"Hey, baby," he says, his deep voice sending a familiar shiver down your spine. You can see him propped up against the hotel bed, still wearing his team shirt, his hair slightly tousled from the long road trip.

“Hey,” you reply softly, your voice holding a teasing edge. “I’ve got a little surprise for you tonight.”

Joseph’s brow lifts in curiosity. "Oh yeah? What kind of surprise?" His grin is mischievous, already knowing that you’ve planned something special to spice up the distance.

You tell him to get the box from his bag, the one you placed there and told him not to touch until you said so. He does as he's asked, siting where you can see him and opens the box carefully. You giggle, watching his eyes widen as realisation dawns. It’s a pocket pussy, something you’d been teasing him about for a while—mostly joking, but tonight you were serious. His eyes darken with a mixture of lust and appreciation, lips parting in a quiet gasp.

“Thought this might make being away a little easier,” you say with a sly smile, feeling the heat between you both surge through the phone. “So I can watch, even when I’m not there.”

Joseph chuckles, low and rough, the sound rumbling through your chest. “You’re incredible,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. His hands move to unbutton his pants, slow and deliberate, eyes never leaving yours. “You really thought of everything, didn’t you?”

You nod, biting your lip, excitement bubbling in your chest as you watch him, his movements purposeful, building the tension. His breathing deepens, and so does yours, the connection between you palpable even through the screen.

“I wanna see you use it,” you whisper, the words slipping out more confidently than you feel. But the way Joseph looks at you, like you’re the only thing on his mind, fills you with a sense of power.

He complies, lifting the toy and positioning it above his cock. “You like watching, huh?” he teases, his voice strained, filled with anticipation. The slow roll of his hips as he begins is enough to make you lose yourself in the moment. Your hands find their way into your panties, having forgone shorts, and he watches as you circle a finger around your clit. His eyes flutter shut briefly, the pleasure written all over his face, and your pulse quickens.

You can hear the soft groans he tries to stifle, but you love every sound. “Don’t hold back,” you encourage, feeling warmth pool in your belly as you watch him succumb to the sensation. “I wanna hear everything.”

He groans louder now, his rhythm increasing as he matches the intensity in your voice. “God, I wish you were here,” he mutters breathlessly, his eyes locking with yours again. “I need you so bad.”

You shift on the bed, heart racing, heat radiating through your body. The way his jaw clenches, the flex of his muscles as he moves—it’s all so intoxicating, leaving you breathless.

“I’m right here,” you say softly, your voice tender, filled with longing. “I’ll always be right here.”

His breath hitches, and the way he looks at you tells you everything—how much he wants you, how much he misses the real thing, and how this moment, though virtual, brings you closer.

As his movements reach their peak, the intensity of the moment overwhelms you both. You feel the connection as if you were in the same room, every gasp, every shudder, an echo of what you would do if you were there together.

He cums with a whimper, and you follow soon after, both of you are left panting, staring at each other through the screen, the bond between you stronger than ever. Joseph smiles lazily, wiping the sweat from his brow.

“You’re amazing,” he whispers, voice still thick with emotion. “But I need to get home to you. Soon.”

[leafs-lover]

Who should I write about?

I tallied the votes of round one and it's time for round 2 (also the final round) of you deciding who this story should be about. Below are the top eight vote receivers.

I made one minor tweak because as I worked on the story more the age of Crosby didn't work, sorry! I am planning on writing a short smutty blurb for him just to compensate everyone who voted for him though!

Quick fic summary:

Reader insert. Reader and player grew up together but an unlikely friendship (he was a jock and she was a socially awkward band member)

Smut, smut, and even more smut! (I may mix in a sliver of plot, but its basically all smut)

Player will be readers teacher, coaching her on everything in the bedroom 🥵

Could have multiple parts but they will all be stand-alone pieces. May also be months between them (I long ago gave up the idea of committing to writing schedules)

[pkochetkov]

el's return to tumblr celly!!

told u i’d be back :)

rules for my blog are on my pinned post! read those before requesting anything!!

who:

— NATIONAL HOCKEY LEAGUE

* indicate my personal favorites

seth jarvis *

andrei svechnikov *

pyotr kochetkov *

sebastian aho

mat barzal

matt rempe *

luke hughes

jack hughes

quinn hughes

sidney crosby

joseph woll

auston matthews

jamie drysdale

trevor zegras

arber xhekaj *

cole caufield

jeremy swayman

juraj slafkovsky *

nico hischier

alex holtz

dawson mercer

conor garland

trent frederic

matt knies

luke evangelista

— FORMULA ONE

* indicate my personal favorites

lando norris

logan sargeant *

max verstappen *

sebastian vettel *

oscar piastri

lance stroll

fernando alonso

franco colapinto *

oliver bearman *

liam lawson

— NATIONAL FOOTBALL LEAGUE

* indicates my personal favorites

joe burrow *

andrei iosivas *

josh allen *

joe andreeson

tua tagovailoa

trey hendrickson *

cj stroud

justin herbert *

ladd mcconkey

foster moreau

taysom hill

— TV SHOWS

* indicates my personal favorites

spencer reid *

aaron hotchner

! others can be requested from any category, but that doesn’t mean i’ll write for them !

prompts!

(smuts red, fluffs blue, could be both purple)

1. “make it fit”

2. “i’m too old for you”

3. “look out your window”

4. “too much”

5. “move your hand”

6. “be quiet or they’ll hear you”

7. “m’sorry, i just needed you”

8. “are you gonna touch me or do i need to get him to do it”

9. “give me a few more”

10. “you look so pretty with my name on you”

11. “only good boys/girls get to cum”

12. “i don’t bite… unless you want me to”

13. “wore them just for you” ”you aren’t wearing anything…” “yeah that’s the point”

14. “let’s make a movie”

15. “let them know who you belong to”

16. “your brothers gonna kill me”

17. “help me forget… please”

18. “you’re a virgin?!”

19. “celebrate with me mama”

20. “three's never a crowd when it's you”

21. “just need you”

22. “need to fill you up”

23. “gonna look so pretty with my babies”

24. “i’m more of a visual learner”

25. best friends brother trope, can’t think of a quote

26. “you taste so sweet”

27. “just like that”

28. “doing so good for me”

29. “you make me feel good”

30. “i only want you”

31. “you were made for me”

32. ”i love you”

33. “marry me”

34. “i’m pregnant”

35. “will you be mine?”

36. “you’re what’s best for me”

37. “i never stopped loving you”

38. “i’ll go anywhere, as long as i’m with you”

39. “kiss me”

40. “i’ve wanted you since the first day”

41. “dance with me”

[mommahughes19-23]

I want to do either a pregnancy announcement (they've had the baby but its one of them posting all the pics from the pregnancy)or a boat day edit so leave some suggestions of players below :)

I was thinking one of the hughes bros or something idk

[cuteandhughesy]

WHICH nhl players do you guys want to see me write for in the new year that I haven’t yet written for ?

IF there are other players not in the list that I HAVENT written about who you want to see in the new year, send me a message

[misshoneyimhome]

What’s up, buttercups!

Please don’t ask me why friends to lovers and secret crush are my go-to tropes with this absolute sweetheart of a goaltender 🙈💕 Someone requested some Woller smut, and I’ve been practicing—but I have to admit, it always seems to come out the same… soft and slow with him 🥰

Anyway, to all my Joe Woll girlies, I hope you still enjoy this piece! 🤗💕

Summary: Rumour had it that you and Auston Matthews were more than just friends—whether dating or simply hooking up. But the truth was, your connection with the team’s captain was purely platonic. Meanwhile, Joseph had been quietly drawn to you from the moment he joined the team, always watching from the sidelines.

Tropes & warnings: friends to lovers, secret crush, Bestfriend!Auston Matthews, Joseph Woll x reader, 18+ smut: fingering, protected sex (vag pen.), oral sex (m receiving)

Word count: 5.5K Requested: yes / no

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Jealousy Looks Good on You I Joseph Woll ✐☆

Joseph wasn’t the kind of guy to let gossip get to him. He knew better than to listen to the locker room chatter, the half-joking, half-serious comments from the guys when they were riding high after a win. But when your name kept coming up in the same breath as Auston’s, something inside him twisted—something dark and unfamiliar.

“You see the way she was looking at him after the game?” Domi had teased one night, unlacing his skates. “Pretty sure she was about two seconds away from jumping him.”

“She’s at all the games, too,” Marner chimed in. “Always waiting for him after. If that’s not a girlfriend move, I don’t know what is.”

Joseph had clenched his jaw, focusing on the tape in his hands, trying—really trying—not to react. Because it wasn’t his business, was it? You weren’t his. You were just… you. Beautiful, confident, always hanging around the team, laughing at something Auston said, wearing his hoodie like it was your own.

That hoodie had been the final straw.

Joseph had caught sight of you in the arena tunnel after a game, standing next to Auston, sipping from a bottle of water like you hadn’t just made his stomach drop through the goddamn floor. His hoodie—Auston’s hoodie—swallowed you up, the sleeves covering half your hands, the collar hanging loose around your collarbone. You’d looked so damn comfortable in it, so at ease, like you’d worn it a hundred times before.

It made Joseph feel sick.

He had forced himself to look away, to walk past without acknowledging you, ignoring the way his chest burned. Because if he stopped—if he let himself think about it—he wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold back the thing clawing at his ribs.

Jealousy.

It was stupid. He had no claim over you. You weren’t his to get jealous over. But damn it, he wanted to be the one you looked at like that. The one who got to be close to you, who got to make you smile in that soft, secret way you always did when you thought no one was looking.

And maybe, if he was honest with himself, he’d wanted that since the moment he first laid eyes on you.

But instead, it was Auston’s arm you tucked yourself under as you whispered something in his ear, giggling as the Leafs’ captain smirked down at you. Joseph turned away sharply, his hands balling into fists at his sides.

He needed to get over this.

Because clearly, whatever was happening between you and Auston—it wasn’t his problem.

Even if it felt like it was.

_

Joseph tried to ignore it. He really did.

But the thing about jealousy? It lingers. It settles into the quiet moments, the ones where his gaze found you without meaning to, where he caught himself listening for your laugh even when he told himself he wouldn’t.

And the worst part?

You weren’t doing anything wrong.

You were warm, easy to be around, the kind of person people naturally gravitated toward. Auston, especially. He was confident, magnetic in a way that made it effortless for him to pull people in—and you fit seamlessly into his orbit.

Joseph wasn’t like that.

He wasn’t the loudest in the room, wasn’t the one cracking jokes in the locker room or pulling you into teasing banter. He was steady, patient, the guy who kept his head down and did the work.

And yet, he wanted to be the one you turned to first.

The one who made you smile without trying, the one who knew exactly what to say to make your eyes light up.

It shouldn’t have bothered him. But it did.

And after a while, it started to wear on him.

He found himself pulling back. Not intentionally, but enough that you noticed. When you found him after a game, ready to congratulate him, he gave a short nod and a clipped, “Thanks.” When you lingered around the team, waiting for Auston, Joseph looked the other way.

It wasn’t fair, and he knew it.

But it was easier to distance himself than to admit how badly he wanted something he wasn’t sure he could have.

It didn’t take long for you to call him out on it, though.

“Hey Joe,” you said one day after training, your voice soft and gentle. “Can I ask you something?”

He simply nodded.

“Are you… are you mad at me or something?”

Joseph barely glanced up, focused on tossing his gear into his bag. “No.”

You hesitated. “Really? Because you’ve been acting a bit weird lately.”

His grip tightened on the strap of his bag, but he forced himself to keep his expression neutral. “I’ve just been busy.”

A small frown pulled at your lips. “Too busy to talk to me?” 

The quiet concern in your voice made something tighten in his chest. Joseph exhaled, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. He hated this—hated feeling like this, hated how much space you took up in his head when he had no right to want you the way he did.

“You barely look at me anymore,” you continued softly, stepping a little closer. “Did I… did I do something?”

His stomach twisted. Because the truth was, you hadn’t done anything wrong. Not really. But that didn’t stop the jealousy, the frustration, the way it gnawed at him every time he saw you with Auston. He swallowed, staring at the floor. “No, you didn’t.”

“Then what is it?”

Joseph let out a quiet sigh. He should have walked away. He should have just shaken his head and left it at that. But instead, the words slipped out before he could stop them. “Why do you even care?”

The moment the question left his lips, your brows furrowed, confusion flickering across your face. “What?”

He finally looked at you then, forcing himself to hold your gaze even as his pulse thrummed beneath his skin. “Why do you care if I talk to you or not?” His voice was quieter this time, but there was something else in it. Something fragile.

Your lips parted, but no words came.

Joseph took a breath, shaking his head, the corner of his mouth pulling into something almost self-deprecating. “Never mind. You probably need to get back to Matthews.”

The second the words left his mouth, regret settled in his chest like a stone.

You blinked at him, your expression shifting—not angry, not even upset. Just… surprised. Like something was clicking into place.

Joseph opened his mouth, like he wanted to take it back, but before he could, a voice called from across the room.

“Woll! Let’s go!” Matthew Knies stood near the exit, waiting. The rest of the team was heading out, and Joseph hesitated, his gaze flickering back to you one last time before he gave a short nod.

“I better go,” he muttered.

And then he was gone.

You stood there for a long moment, your heart pounding in your chest. Joseph’s words echoed in your mind, looping over and over—

“Why do you even care?”“Never mind. You probably need to get back to Matthews.”

It wasn’t like you hadn’t heard the rumours before. They’d been floating around for a while, nothing more than background noise, something you brushed off without much thought. Because you knew they weren’t true.

Auston was a good friend. A close one, sure, but never more than that. He wasn’t someone you’d ever considered as a romantic partner.

Not like Joseph.

_

It was about a week later when you found yourself standing in the hallway of the training facility, casually chatting with Auston and a few of his friends. Some of the guys from the team had joined in, filling the space with easy conversation and laughter.

Auston had always liked Joseph. He admired him as a teammate and respected his quiet, hardworking nature. But Auston’s friends? They weren’t always as kind.

So, when Joseph and Knies wandered over, joining the group, it wasn’t a surprise when someone made a teasing comment.

“You know,” one of Auston’s friends started, grinning. “Y/N’s in need of a date.”

You chuckled lightly, rolling your eyes, but before you could brush it off, they turned their attention to Joseph.

“Woll, what do you say?” they asked playfully. “You interested?”

It was meant as a joke—just harmless locker room banter. But the moment Joseph’s cheeks flushed, the energy shifted.

“Hold on,” someone else interjected, pointing at him. “Are you… in love with Y/N or something?”

The laughter around you was immediate, a mix of genuine amusement and teasing.

Joseph didn’t say anything. He didn’t deny it. He didn’t even meet your eyes. And that was all it  took.

“Oh my god,” someone else laughed. “He is! The sweet, innocent, mr. romantic piano goaltender, Joe Woller, is in love with Y/N!”

The group erupted again, but you weren’t paying attention to them. Your gaze was locked on Joseph.

But he still wasn’t looking at you, his expression carefully blank, shoulders tense. As the team’s goaltender, he was skilled at tuning out the noise, at blocking out distractions. But this? This wasn’t just noise.

And Matthew Knies noticed, too.

So, with a quiet, knowing look, he clapped Joseph on the back and muttered something before steering him away from the group. 

They walked away, and the laughter faded as the topic shifted, but you couldn’t let it go. Couldn’t let him go.

So, you ran after him.

“Joe. Wait.”

He didn’t stop at first, his long strides taking him down the hall, but when Knies saw you following, he gave Joseph a gentle push and stepped aside, leaving the two of you alone.

Joseph finally turned; his face unreadable. “What?” His voice was quiet, guarded.

You took a slow breath, suddenly feeling more nervous than you ever had before. “Joe… is it… is it true?” you asked carefully. “What they said about… you and… me?”

Joseph hesitated. The silence stretched between you, thick with everything unspoken.

Your chest tightened, but then, slowly, a smile tugged at your lips. “Joe,” you said softly, tilting your head. “I like you too.”

His eyes snapped to yours, surprise flashing across his face. “What?”

You laughed lightly, shaking your head. “Yeah, I like you too. I have for a while…”

He just stood there, staring at you, like he wasn’t sure he’d heard you right. Like he’d spent so long convincing himself he couldn’t have you that he never considered what would happen if you wanted him back. And now that you were standing here, telling him exactly that.

You shifted on your feet, your heart racing in your chest. “Joe?”

He blinked, like he was snapping out of something, but still—he didn’t say anything.

You swallowed, feeling a little nervous now. “I mean it,” you continued, softer this time. “But you don’t have to say anything,” you then murmured. “I just… I wanted you to know.”

Joseph inhaled sharply.

For months, he had been convincing himself that what he felt for you was unspoken for a reason. That it was better this way—keeping you at arm’s length, pretending he didn’t care, swallowing down every flicker of jealousy whenever you laughed too easily with Auston or looked too comfortable in his orbit.

And now here you were, standing in front of him, saying everything he had never let himself hope for.

That you liked him. That you had liked him for a while. He wanted to say something. Anything. But the words caught in his throat. So instead, he did the only thing he could. He reached for you.

His fingers brushed against yours, hesitant at first, like he wasn’t sure if he had permission. But when you didn’t pull away—when your fingers curled around his in response—something in him broke.

Joseph exhaled, his shoulders dropping slightly. “I—” But he didn’t get to finish.

Because just then, you lifted yourself onto your toes and pressed your lips to his. It was gentle. Soft. Not desperate or rushed—just something unspoken finally given the space to exist.

Joseph froze for half a second, like his brain hadn’t caught up to what was happening. But then—slowly, carefully—he kissed you back.

His hand lifted, fingertips grazing your jaw, hesitant at first. Like he was still afraid this wasn’t real, like if he held you too tightly, you’d slip right through his fingers.

But you didn’t. You stayed.

Your hands curled into the fabric of his hoodie, pulling him a little closer, and that was all it took for something in him to give way.

Joseph exhaled against your lips, his grip tightening ever so slightly, like he was grounding himself in this moment—in you. And God, he wanted to stay here forever.

The hallway around you felt far away, the world outside this moment blurred into nothing. It was just you and him. Finally.

When you eventually pulled back, your noses brushed, your breath warm against his skin. You smiled. “Joe,” you murmured. “I really like you.”

He huffed out something close to a laugh, shaking his head slightly, still dazed. “I got that part,” he murmured back.

You grinned. “Good.”

For a moment, neither of you moved. You just stood there, your fingers still curled into his hoodie, his hand still resting lightly against your face. It wasn’t loud or dramatic. It wasn’t some grand declaration. But it was real. And that was enough.

_

Joseph wanted to do it right. Romantic. Sweet. Slow.

A proper date, planned carefully on one of his rare nights off, with another day off to follow. No rush, no distractions—just the two of you, together, the way he’d been dreaming of for months. But it wasn’t as easy as he’d thought.

From the moment he picked you up, from the second you greeted him with a soft kiss and that radiant smile, the tension between you both crackled in the air. It had been building for too long, after all.

Neither of you needed to fill the silence with small talk—you already knew each other so well. The comfort between you was effortless, but underneath it, there was something else. Something simmering just beneath the surface.

It was in the way his hand hovered just shy of your waist as he led you through the restaurant door. In the way your fingers brushed against his when you passed him the menu. In the way you caught each other staring more than once, a soft blush dusting your cheeks every time.

It was in the way he swallowed hard when you laughed, in the way his eyes flickered down to your lips before he caught himself and forced his gaze away.

You both had to hold back.

You wanted to kiss. To touch. To feel.

But you waited, both of you silently agreeing to keep it together, to take things slow, to let the night unfold without giving in too quickly. And somehow, you made it through dinner, through the lingering moments of stolen glances and barely-there touches.

But then he drove you home. And when he walked you to your door, everything changed. There was a pause, a brief moment of hesitation as you both stood there, neither wanting to overstep.

Joseph was a gentleman. He always had been. And under any other circumstance, you would have appreciated that. But right now? Right now, his restraint was driving you insane.

You didn’t want polite. You wanted him.

And when he leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against your lips—a simple goodnight kiss, nothing more—you knew that wasn’t enough.

So, before he could pull away, before he could say goodnight and leave you standing there with your heart racing and your body aching for more, you reached for him. Pulled him in again. And this time, it wasn’t gentle. This time, the kiss was deeper, more urgent.

Joseph inhaled sharply, but he didn’t resist. His hands found your waist, gripping you like he’d been dying to, like he was finally letting himself want in a way he hadn’t allowed before. By the time you pulled away, both of you were breathless.

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his jacket, anchoring yourself, keeping him close. You hesitated for half a second before making the decision—one that had been weeks, months in the making.

“Want to come inside?”

And that was it. That was all it took. Joseph exhaled, his resolve slipping, his control snapping like a frayed thread. Because he was only human. A human with needs. With longing. With desire. And he wanted you.

The moment you stepped inside, coats were discarded, barely making it to the hooks before falling to the floor. There was no pause, no hesitation—just the magnetic pull of months of restraint snapping at once.

You made your way straight to the bedroom, your bodies moving together in a frenzied rhythm, lips never breaking apart.

Clothes formed a trail in your wake, scattered carelessly as hands roamed and breaths deepened, the air thick with longing and need.

As the backs of your knees hit the edge of the mattress, your palms slid over his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin, the tension in his muscles as he held himself back.

Joseph exhaled sharply at your touch, his hands steady but eager as they skimmed up your sides, slipping beneath your shirt. His fingers, deft and skilled, traced over your ribs before tugging the fabric up and over your head, tossing it aside without a second thought.

Then his hands moved behind you, fingers brushing against your back as he worked the clasp of your bra with practiced ease. The garment slid away, and he pulled back just enough to look at you—eyes dark, lips parted, breath uneven.

For a brief moment, everything slowed. His hands traced the newly exposed skin, massaging your breasts, reverent and careful, as if memorising every inch. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough with something deeper than just desire.

Your breath hitched, heat pooling low in your stomach as your fingers reached for his belt, unbuckling it with slow, deliberate movements. “Joe,” you whispered, meeting his gaze, voice barely above a breath. “I need you.”

Joseph’s jaw clenched, his breath coming in slow, measured exhales as if he were holding himself back.

But you didn’t want him to hold back. You urged him on, slipping the leather from its loops, pushing him toward the edge of restraint.

And then, finally, he gave in.

His trousers hit the floor with a quiet rustle, quickly followed by the last remaining layers of fabric between you. His arousal was evident, pressed against you, hard and throbbing. The feel of him—all of him—made a sharp heat curl deep in your stomach, an ache so strong you almost whimpered at the contact.

Lying back on the mattress, Joseph hovered over you, his hands braced on either side of your head, his breath uneven as he tried to keep himself together. But you could feel it—how much he wanted this. How much you wanted this.

Your legs parted instinctively, your body seeking his, your hips shifting just enough that his hardness pressed firmly against your core, drawing a quiet gasp from both of you.

His forehead pressed against yours, his lips hovering just above yours, his entire body tense with restraint. “You have protection?” His voice was rough, almost hesitant, like part of him was afraid you’d change your mind.

You nodded, your fingers trailing over his back, nails scraping lightly as you whispered, “Bottom drawer.”

Joseph let out a shaky breath, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple before reaching over, fumbling blindly for the handle of the drawer. His other hand never stopped touching you, his fingers trailing absent, soothing patterns against your skin, as if grounding himself.

You watched him, your own breaths shallow, anticipation thick between you. “Here, let me,” you murmured, your voice soft yet certain.

Joseph exhaled slowly, nodding as you took over, your fingers brushing against his as you retrieved what you needed. The warmth of your touch sent a shiver down his spine, his entire body tense with restraint as he watched you roll on the condom with careful precision.

And then, instead of letting him take control, you gently guided him to lie back against the pillows.

His blue eyes flickered with something unreadable—surprise, awe, desire—as you straddled him, your thighs framing his hips, your hands resting on his chest. His heart was hammering beneath your fingertips, the steady rise and fall of his breath unsteady, almost shaky.

You leaned down, brushing your lips over his in a lingering, teasing kiss before shifting your hips, dragging your folds against his length, slow and steady.

Joseph let out a sharp breath, his fingers gripping your waist, his jaw tightening as he fought to keep himself together. You both wanted more—craved more—but he was determined to make this perfect. Unhurried. Something that felt as incredible as it should, something neither of you would ever forget.

So, you took your time.

The slow drag of your heat against him had you both trembling, pleasure simmering just beneath the surface, building with each slow, steady movement. Then, finally, finally, you allowed him to enter you.

You gasped as you sank onto him, your body stretching to accommodate his length, the sensation sending a wave of heat through your entire body. Joseph let out a low, guttural moan, his hands gripping your hips tighter as he fought to keep his control.

“Jesus,” he whispered, voice wrecked.

You braced your hands against his chest, steadying yourself as you adjusted, feeling every inch of him buried inside you. And then you moved.

Slow at first, rolling your hips, letting the pleasure wash over you both, your breaths coming in unsteady gasps as the sensation grew more intense with every shift, every movement.

Joseph’s hands roamed up your back, over your waist, down to your thighs, his grip firm but reverent, like he was savouring every second.

“You’re—” He broke off with a shaky inhale, his head tilting back against the pillow, eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment before locking onto yours again, completely consumed by the feeling of you.

You leaned down, pressing a kiss to his jaw, his neck, whispering against his skin.

“I’m yours, Joe.”

Joseph’s breath hitched, and then, with a quiet groan, he flipped you onto your back in one fluid motion, his body pressing into yours, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was deep, desperate, completely consuming.

Your hands found his back as he moved inside you with deep, purposeful thrusts, each one sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. He wasn’t rough, wasn’t rushed—just deep, so deep, his body in perfect rhythm with yours, pushing you both closer to the release you were so desperately chasing.

The room was filled with nothing but the sounds of your mingled moans, ragged breaths, heated skin meeting again and again.

Joseph’s jaw clenched, his body tensed, fingers fisting the sheets, as his control slipped but his focus was still on you. He wanted—needed—you to come before he let himself go.

So, he let one hand brace against the mattress for leverage while the other slid between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit with practiced ease. 

The combination of his skilled touch, the way he filled you so perfectly, the weight of him pressing you into the sheets—it was all too much. A sharp gasp escaped your lips, your back arching as your fingers gripped onto his shoulders.

“Joe… I’m—”

His lips brushed against yours, his voice rough and breathless. “Yes, mmm, come with me.”

And indeed you did.

Your release shattered through you, pleasure spiralling out from the core of your body in waves so intense it left you trembling beneath him.

And the way you clenched around him sent him over the edge right after you, a broken moan slipping past his lips as he lost himself completely, his motions turning ragged and desperate as he chased his own climax. Finally, he let go, his body shuddering as he spilled into the latex, his forehead dropping to yours, his breath coming in harsh, uneven pants.

For a moment, neither of you moved, still caught in the aftershocks of what had just happened.

Then Joseph let out a slow, shaky breath, his lips brushing against your temple as he whispered, “I’m so in love with you.”

You smiled, still breathless, wrapping your arms around him, holding him close. This had been everything—more than everything.

And as Joseph kissed you again, slow and sweet this time, you knew without a doubt—This was just the beginning.

_

Soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. The air was still thick with the remnants of last night—heat, passion, and the quiet hum of satisfaction that lingered between tangled sheets and bare skin.

You stood in the doorway, watching Joseph sleep, your lips curling into a slow smile.

He looked so peaceful, his bare chest rising and falling in steady breaths, his features relaxed in a way they never were when he was on the ice, under pressure. Here, he was just Joe—yours, and completely at ease.

But the longer you stood there, the stronger the pull became. You needed to touch him again.

So, moving slowly, yet with purpose, you crossed the room, slipping beneath the sheets with him. The warmth of his body welcomed you instantly, your fingers brushing gently over his arm, his shoulder, up to his jaw.

Joseph let out a soft, tired groan as he stirred, shifting beneath your touch, his lashes fluttering slightly before his lips parted in a slow inhale.

You leaned down, your lips ghosting over his cheek, his jawline, the warmth of your breath teasing his skin. Then you kissed him.

He responded instinctively, his lips moving against yours in a slow, sleepy kiss, still laced with drowsiness. “Haven’t brushed my teeth yet…” he murmured against your lips, voice rough with sleep.

“Don’t care…” you whispered back, deepening the kiss, pouring every bit of morning heat into it.

His lips were soft, warm, and when you kissed him deeper, he let out a quiet, appreciative sound from the back of his throat.

Your kisses trailed lower, following the strong line of his jaw, over the curve of his collarbone, down to his chest. You could feel the heat of him, the way his body responded even before his mind had fully woken up. Your hands traced over his skin, fingers mapping every muscle, every inch of him.

And as you moved lower, the sheets shifted with you, revealing that Joseph had been sleeping completely naked—evidence of last night’s actions. You smiled against his abdomen, pressing a lingering kiss just above his navel.

Then, you went further.

Joseph let out a slow exhale, his breath hitching slightly as your lips traced lower.

“Looks like a part of you is already awake…” you teased, your voice a playful whisper.

Joseph chuckled lightly, the sound still husky from sleep. “Well, it is the morning.”

You hummed in response, dragging your lips just along the inside of his thigh, deliberately slow, deliberately teasing.

“Mmm.” You simply hummed, your fingers skimming along his stomach as you kissed around his hard cock, feeling the way his body tensed, the way his breath deepened in anticipation.

Joseph let out a sharp inhale as your lips brushed over him, his body tensing ever so slightly beneath you. His fingers twitched against the sheets, his breaths growing heavier, deeper—his body slowly waking in a different way. His stomach tightened as you placed another soft, lingering kiss at the base of him, teasing, savouring.

“Fuck…” he exhaled, his voice still thick with sleep, laced with something deeper.

You smiled against his skin, pleased by his reaction. “Relax, Joe,” you murmured, your fingers ghosting over his hips, your nails dragging lightly as you moved.

His head tilted back against the pillow, eyes fluttering shut as your lips moved further, taking your time, letting your tongue flick lightly over the sensitive skin. His whole body tensed for a second before he let out another ragged breath, a quiet groan slipping past his lips.

“Jesus, Y/N… that’s—”

You hummed in response, the vibration of it making him shudder.

You took him into your mouth slowly, savouring the way he reacted—his grip tightening on the sheets, the way his abs tensed, the way his lips parted as a low, guttural moan escaped him.

“You’re killing me,” he groaned, his fingers finally reaching for you, brushing against your hair as though he needed to touch you, needed something to ground him.

You hollowed your cheeks slightly, taking him deeper, your hand gripping the base of him, working in tandem with your mouth.

Joseph swore, his hips jerking slightly before he forced himself to stay still. He was always so composed, so controlled—but now, with you, he was unravelling.

You kept your pace slow, teasing, enjoying the way he reacted to every movement, every flick of your tongue, every gentle squeeze of your fingers. You saliva dripped from the corners of your mouth, working as lube for your palm.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he murmured, his voice deeper now, raspier.

You looked up at him through your lashes, and the sight nearly undid him—your lips wrapped around him, your eyes dark with mischief, so fucking pleased with yourself.

“Y/N—” he groaned, his grip tightening slightly, his chest rising and falling in sharp breaths.

You could feel how close he was, how his body tensed, how his stomach clenched beneath your fingertips. 

“Wait—stop,” he suddenly rasped, his voice hoarse.

You pulled back, blinking up at him, lips slightly swollen, a teasing smirk playing on your lips. “Something wrong?”

Joseph let out a shaky laugh, dragging a hand through his hair before looking at you, his blue eyes dark, filled with something heated. “If you keep going, I’m gonna come…”

You knew you weren’t making it easy for him. Your teasing smirk widened as you shifted between his legs, your fingers ghosting over his thighs, your lips hovering just above his cock.

“That’s the point, love.”

He let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head as he gazed down at you, his blue eyes dark and hooded with something dangerous—desperation, need, want. “You’re really trying to kill me, aren’t you?” he rasped, his voice hoarse, thick with restraint.

You hummed, dragging your lips slowly along the inside of his thigh, your breath hot against his skin. “You say that like it’s a bad thing…”

Joseph let out a low groan, his head tipping back against the pillow as his hands fisted the sheets.

And then, before he could protest again, you took him back into your mouth, slow and deliberate, savouring the way his body tensed, the way his hips instinctively lifted toward your warmth.

“Fuck—”

His hand shot down, fingers threading through your hair as you moved, his breath coming in sharp gasps, his body tight beneath your touch.

You didn’t rush. You wanted to please him.

Your tongue flicked over his length, your hand working simultaneously, stroking where your mouth didn’t reach. You could feel him tremble beneath you, his grip on your hair tightening, his stomach tensing as he tried so hard to hold on.

But you could tell—he was close. And you wanted to see him break.

Your pace quickened, your fingers tightening around the base of him as you took him deeper, hollowing your cheeks just enough to have him swearing under his breath.

“Y/N—shit, I—” His voice cut off into a strangled moan, his body tensing beneath you, and then—

He came. A deep, wrecked groan tore from his throat, his hips jerking as he came undone, his body trembling as he spilled into your mouth.

You swallowed him down, slow, and deliberate, savouring every second of his release, until he was twitching from overstimulation, his fingers weakly gripping your hair, his breath ragged.

You pulled back, wiping the corner of your mouth with the pad of your thumb, your gaze flickering up to meet his.

Joseph was wrecked. His head was tilted back, his chest still rising and falling unevenly, his blue eyes hooded and dark as he looked at you like you had just completely ruined him. Which, honestly—you had.

“Jesus Christ,” he exhaled, dragging a hand through his already-messy hair, his voice still hoarse.

You smirked, crawling back up his body, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to his lips. “Told you that was the point.”

Joseph let out another breathless laugh, shaking his head before flipping you onto your back in one smooth motion, his weight pressing you into the mattress. His lips ghosted over your ear, his voice low and dangerous.

“My turn.”

And just like that, the morning was far from over.

[daeniradraconis]

✨ MASTERLIST ✨ and ✨REQUESTS✨

Welcome to my masterlist—a collection of all my writings, organized for your convenience. Take a look around and enjoy the stories!

more information about Requests

William Nylander🏒 (Series)

The Game We Play - Chapter 1 The Game We Play - Chapter 2 The Game We Play - Chapter 3 The Game We Play - Chapter 4 The Game We Play - Chapter 5

Imagines/OneShots🏒

Auston Matthews: All too well (angst) The Starting Lineup (fluff, dad Auston) The Leafs Legacy (fluff, dad Auston) Exactly the Way You Are (fluff) Between the Chapters (angst) , P2: Back to You (angst, fluff)

William Nylander x Auston Matthews: All the Lines We Crossed - Part 1 (smut, fluff) All the Lines We Crossed - Part 2 (smut, fluff) William Nylander: Please learn how to wear a t-shirt, love. (fluff, chat) My Emergency Contact (fluff,) Winter Heat (smut) Plans for the Future (fluff)

Joseph Woll: Extra Foam, Extra Blushes (fluff)

Quinn Hughes: Banter Between the Lines (fluff, chat) Unexpected Overtime (hurt, fluff, smut) Sewn with Love (fluff)

Luke Hughes: Where the Heart Is (fluff) Age Is Just a Number…Right? (light smut, fluff, age gap) Age Is Just a Number… Right? - Part 2. (angst, fluff, light smut, age gap) Every Freckle, Every Moment (fluff) Secrets and Slapshots (fluff)

Jack Hughes: Faceoff with Love - Jack Hughes (smut, fluff) High Maintenance & Low Expectations (fluff) Jack’s Recipe for Love (hurt, comfort) High on Love (fluff) The Hughes Effect Saga 1. Age Is Just a Number…Right? (light smut, fluff, age gap) 2. Age Is Just a Number… Right? - Part 2. (angst, fluff, light smut, age gap) 3. Faceoff with Love - Jack Hughes (smut, fluff) 4. Unexpected Overtime (hurt, fluff, smut)

[chukys-mouthguard]

Masterlist

welcome to my masterlist, where i try my absolute best to keep things updated for you all ✨

✨ requests are currently open!

current works in progress/requests ✨

✨ list of players i write for

my tags: chukys mouthguard recs ✨

❤️‍🔥 = smut ☁️ = fluff 💧= angst

A Shot at Love: an nhl dating show au

meet the 12 eligible bachelors

welcome to the mansion

the first rose

your journey ends here

Current Mood: an NHL moodboard series

Short n’ Sweet

What Are the Odds (Matt Rempe) pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5, pt. 6, pt. 7 (final part)

2024 NHL Advent Calendar

Anaheim Ducks

Trevor Zegras

Blurbs: 1☁️

Nothing is Better

Dallas Stars

Wyatt Johnston

Birds of a Feather ☁️

Florida Panthers

Matthew Tkachuk

The Hills❤️‍🔥

White Ferrari 💧

Done Dreaming ☁️

Stanley Cup Champ (social media au!)

Blame’s on Me 💧

Las Vegas Golden Knights

Jack Eichel

Fading perfection 💧☁️

Montreal Canadiens

Cole Caufield

social media au series -> Fourth of July , Back to Work, From Italy with Love, A Day at the Track

To Have and To Hold ❤️‍🔥

Arber Xhekaj

look but don’t touch

passenger princess

New Jersey Devils

Luke Hughes

Blurbs: 1☁️

Seeing Double☁️

My Muse ☁️

Rubberband

Jack Hughes

Blurbs: 1

Nico Hischier

Blurbs: 1

Oasis ❤️‍🔥

Nice to Meet Ya ☁️

New York Islanders

Mat Barzal

Blurbs 1 ❤️‍🔥, 2☁️, 3💧☁️, 4💧, 5☁️

Kinda Tempting | pt 2❤️‍🔥, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5

Broken Memories (sequel to kinda tempting) -> 2, 3, 4

Almost something 💧☁️

New York Rangers

Matt Rempe

Social media au: birthday boy

Blurbs: 1💧, 2☁️, 3❤️‍🔥, 4☁️, 5, 6

What if?☁️

Kinda Tempting | pt 2❤️‍🔥, pt 3 , pt 4, pt 5

Broken Memories (sequel to kinda tempting) -> 2, 3, 4

Party’s Over 💧☁️

Kiss me, I dare you

Step Right Up ☁️

Philadelphia Flyers

Jamie Drysdale

Blurbs: 1

Why Not Both? ❤️‍🔥 (ft Cam York)

Social Media AU: spicy summertime

Sundazed ❤️‍🔥

Cam York

Why Not Both? ❤️‍🔥 (ft Jamie Drysdale)

Sex Rx ❤️‍🔥

Seattle Kraken

Vince Dunn (no longer accepting requests for Vince)

Blurbs: 1❤️‍🔥

What is, what isn’t 💧

Pleaseher ❤️‍🔥

Never Not

Toronto Maple Leafs

Auston Matthews

Fight Night

Nights Like This ☁️

William Nylander

Aperol Spritz ❤️‍🔥

Joseph Woll

Blurbs: 1☁️

Vancouver Canucks

Quinn Hughes

Blurbs: 1💧☁️, 2 💧☁️

Nice to Meet Ya ☁️

Oscar Winning Tears

[rowdydevs-nhl]

𝓣𝓸𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓜𝓪𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓛𝓮𝓪𝓯𝓼 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙

𝓙𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓹𝓱 𝓦𝓸𝓵𝓵

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ в𝓁𝕦ʳβ𝕤

⊹ 🔹 ⁺ ˳ 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮 | 𝓳𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓼!𝔀𝓸𝓵𝓵 𝔁 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭!𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

𝓐𝓷𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓷𝔂 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻𝔃

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ в𝓁𝕦ʳβ𝕤

⊹ 🔹 ⁺ ˳ 𝓼𝓲𝔃𝓮 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 | 𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓷𝔂 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻𝔃 𝔁 𝓯𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

⊹ 🔹 ⁺ ˳ 𝓼𝓱𝓾𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓽 | 𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓷𝔂 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻𝔃 𝔁 𝓯𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

𝓜𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔀 𝓚𝓷𝓲𝓮𝓼

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ ᵈα𝓨𝔻Ř𝒆αＭ𝓈

⊹ 🔹 ⁺ ˳ 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮 | 𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔀 𝓴𝓷𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝔁 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮…

𝓙𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓗𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

animated divider @cafekitsune

leafs divider me 💕

[brainddeadd]

Joseph woll #20 from ur smut scenario list but like long and detailed

Sleepy domestic sex

You're just trying to make me cry at this point nonnie

It’s early morning, that quiet space where the world is still wrapped in dreams. The first hint of daylight slips through the edges of the curtains, casting soft streaks of light across the bed. You’re half-awake, drifting in that peaceful state between sleep and wakefulness, when you feel the warmth of Joseph’s body shift beside you.

His arm is draped loosely around your waist, his chest pressed against your back, the steady rhythm of his breath brushing against the nape of your neck. Even half-asleep, the familiar scent of him—cologne and something uniquely Joseph—makes you feel safe and content.

He stirs, his lips brushing lazily along the curve of your shoulder, pressing kisses so soft they feel like whispers. There’s no urgency, only the slow, tender kind of affection that exists in the still moments of the morning. His hand moves from your waist, sliding over the curve of your hip and resting there, his fingers drawing light, lazy circles against your skin.

You hum softly, shifting under his touch, and feel the slight smile against your shoulder as his lips curve. His nose nudges behind your ear, murmuring a low, gravelly “Good morning,” though it’s more of a breath than a spoken word.

You turn in his arms, facing him, eyes still heavy with sleep. His hair is tousled from the pillow, and there’s a warmth in his gaze that makes your heart swell. He leans in, kissing you slowly—no rush, no need for anything but the simple pleasure of your lips against his.

The kiss deepens, a slow build of affection that curls like warmth in your belly. He shifts, his body moving with the same unhurried ease, like you have all the time in the world. His hand traces the dip of your spine, pulling you closer until your bare skin is flush with his.

“Can I?” he whispers, his voice thick with sleep and something tender, as though asking for permission to draw you further into this quiet moment.

You nod, words unnecessary, and guide him with the press of your hips. He moves with care, every touch deliberate and gentle, as if he’s memorizing the feeling of you. The rhythm is slow, like the gentle sway of waves, a languid ebb and flow that leaves you both breathless in the best way.

It’s not about chasing a high or reaching the end—just existing together in this space, connected in every way that matters. His forehead rests against yours, his breath warm against your lips, the two of you sharing soft moans and whispered names as the world outside stays quiet.

When you finally still, neither of you moves to break the closeness. His arms remain wrapped around you, his lips pressing a kiss to your temple as you both drift back into the comfort of sleep, wrapped in the quiet intimacy only shared in the early hours of the morning.

[wyattjohnston]

with the posting of the masterlist, the summer fic exchange 2k24 has come to an end! 33 fics written by 31 people. i am eternally grateful that these exchanges are still going strong and that people are having fun with it!

please read all the fics below, even if it's a player you don't normally read for. a lot of work has gone into these fics and they all deserve your time. make sure to reblog and leave comments when you've read it!

please respect all warnings at the beginning of fics. if a fic has been marked as smut or 18+ and you are younger than, do the right thing and do not read it.

i'm still unsure if i'm running a winter exchange or if i'm going to maybe reconsider the timing, but please come back and feel free to ask questions around november/december if i haven't said anything!

the summer fic exchange 2k24 masterlist

Boston Bruins

Jeremy Swayman

Indoor Cat by @nhl-stories for @ bqstqnbruin

Carolina Hurricanes

Andrei Svechnikov

i’ve been yours since you stepped through the door tonight by @writingonleaves for @ callsign-denmark

Third Time's the Charm by @typical-simplelove for @ kurlyteuvo

Frederik Andersen

But Baby, It Feels Like Love by @callsign-denmark for @ mp0625

Chicago Hawks

Teuvo Teravainen

I Think I Dreamed You Into Life by @kurlyteuvo for @ lila-rose

Colorado Avalanche

Nathan MacKinnon

hide the sun by @ohmyeyesmyeyes for @ wyattjohnston

Edmonton Oilers

Connor McDavid

i'm half-doomed and you're semi-sweet by @offside-the-lines for @ hiding-from-reality-56

Leon Draisaitl

… but you're going to by @senditcolton for @ thewintersoldierdisaster

Blue Hair and Pronouns by @hiding-from-reality-56 for @ nhl-stories

Florida Panthers

Matthew Tkachuk

always attract by @dunnerlars for @ sc0tters

truth or dare by @boqvistsbabe for @ ohmyeyesmyeyes

Montreal Canadiens

Cole Caufield

four weddings and a funeral by @thewintersoldierdisaster for @ prettytoxicrevolver

Juraj Slafkovsky

Summer Vacation by @prettytoxicrevolver for @ lam-ila

New Jersey Devils

Dawson Mercer

Baseball and Love by @lam-ila for @ hischier-papaya

Jack Hughes

CHASING YES by @puckology101 for @ tonsypep

Nico Hischier

home is just another word for you by @fallinallincurls for @ puckology101

felt like magic by @laurenairay for @ selfindulgentpoorlywritten

good luck, babe by @nol-pat for @ fallinallincurls

turbulent by @wyattjohnston for @ dunnerlars

walked in and dream came trued it for ya by @gravestrain for @ nol-pat

New York Islanders

Mat Barzal

First Time Feeling by @huuuuughes for @ ahockeywrites

truth or dare by @dunnerlars for @ writingonleaves

Matt Martin

I can't help it if I like it by @laurenairay for @ comphy-and-cozy

New York Rangers

Alexis Lafreniere

Romance in The Hamptons by @lifeofpriya for @ wildrangers

Matt Rempe

MEDICINE by @lila-rose for @ 2 manytabsopen

Pittsburgh Penguins

Anthony Beauvillier

one night standards by @comphy-and-cozy for @ offsidethelines

Tattoos of You by @bqstqnbruin for @ senditcolton

Ryan Graves

The First Time by @selfindulgentpoorlywritten for @ gravestrain

Seattle Kraken

Philipp Grubauer

Pfirsich by @mp0625 for @ huuuuughes

Toronto Maple Leafs

Joseph Woll

sunset by @hischier-papaya for @ lifeofpriya

William Nylander

I Wish You Would by @wildrangers for @ typical-simplelove

Vancouver Canucks

Quinn Hughes

somehow still stuck on you by @matthewtkachuk for @ boqvistsbabe

walkin' with his head down, i'm the one he's walking to by @tonyspep for @ laurenairay

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[leafs-lover]

Who should I write about? Atlantic Battle

I've had this idea in my head for weeks now, and I just can't get it out of my head, so I'm going to write it :)

That said, I am wildly impartial to who the player is and have decided to leave that up to you! There are some requirements for the player in order to make the story work, so unfortunately some players are not eligible for this.

This story is more smut than anything else, so the player isn't all that important to me. To make it easier to navigate, I am splitting the polls into each division, these polls will last one week. I will be taking the top 8 overall and making a poll with them. The winner of that poll is who I'll write about.

Pacific Poll // Metro Poll // Central Poll

Quick fic summary:

Reader insert. Reader and player grew up together but an unlikely friendship (he was a jock and she was a socially awkward band member)

Smut, smut, and even more smut! (I may mix in a sliver of plot, but its basically all smut)

Player will be readers teacher, coaching her on everything in the bedroom 🥵

Could have multiple parts but they will all be stand-alone pieces. May also be months between them (I long ago gave up the idea of committing to writing schedules)

Be sure to reblog to bring in more eyes!