#mitch marner x reader

[uluvjay]

threesome w mitch and auston

- 🧍🏻‍♀️

Auston Matthews x fem reader! x Mitch Marner

Best friends share everything right?

Warnings?; SMUT, p in v, unprotected sex(use protection), oral(m receiving), cursing, slight degradation, praising, risky sex, getting caught, I cant think of anymore.

Sorry for any errors!

Austons hand covered her mouth doing his best to keep her pathetic moans from spilling out and revealing what exactly they were doing in their basement.

The couple had lied and said they were running down to grab a few more bottles of wine for their large group of guests upstairs-but in reality Auston had taken her down there to fuck her stupid.

Hearing the squeak of the hinges from the door atop the carpeted stairs Auston leaned into the girls ear; whom was bent over the sectional that rested in front of the projector screen.

“If you get us caught so help me god you won’t be able to walk straight for a week, understood?” He questioned and the clench of the girls cunt around his cock was all he needed as an answer.

“Guys? You’ve been gone a while, everything okay?” They heard the all to familiar voice of Mitch call as his feet made their way down the stairs.

The couple tried to make up an excuse to keep him on the stairs but they were to late as the Brunette had already caught sight of them in a very unholy situation.

“Guys what the hell!” Mitch exclaimed at his friends, however his eyes never moved away.

Auston was about to yell at his closest friend to go back upstairs and act like this never happened but the feeling of his girlfriend’s cunt clenching around him, had a smirk appearing on his face.

And as he looked over to his best to find a slight blush covering his pale cheeks and eyes glued to where the couple connected under the skirt of his girlfriends flowy dress, another idea popped into his head.

“Mitch you either gotta stay or go back up stairs, your call but make it quick before she starts acting like a brat” the tattoo covered man spoke

“I-uh-what?” Mitch stumbled over himself, making sure he heard the man correctly.

“You can either stay or leave, but hurry up and make your pick” Auston shrugged as he began moving his hips again.

Auston smirked at the cry that escaped your throat as Mitch made his was further into the room, hesitantly trying to find where he should slot himself.

“Why don’t you show Mitchy how good that mouth is baby? Huh? Show him how good you can be” he cooed at her.

“Okay” she blushed and motioned for Mitch to come stand in front of her.

When Mitch finally managed to move his body into range of the girls hands she pulled him even closer by his belt and began removing it.

Pulling his pants and boxers down just enough for his cock to spring out the girl was met with a delightful sight. Mitch was about the same length as Auston just a tad bit skinner.

She worked his semi hard cock for a moment while Auston regained a pace behind her, his hands holding her hips.

A shudder ran down Mitches spine as her tongue finally came into contact with the head of his cock, slowly swirling around the angry tip.

“Fuck” the blue eyed man groaned as she finally took him into her mouth all the way, her cheeks hollowed as she began moving back and forth.

Her moans from Austons movements behind her were vibrating his cock and sending shocks through his body.

“Such a desperate thing for taking both of us” Auston hissed.

“M’ not desperate” she babbled as she pulled away from Mitches cock for some much needed air.

“Mhm sure” Auston laughed as he slowed his pace and fucked her deeper, coaxing an almost to loud moan that was muffled by Mitch pulling her back to his cock.

His hands tangled into her locks, guiding her movements this time round. Tears had began to stream down the girls face, pretty little tracks of her bleeding mascara messing up her flawlessly done makeup.

“Such a good mouth” Mitch groaned as a slight gag came from your throat.

Auston smirked at the sight of his friend, hands tangled in your locks while his head was thrown back with a clenched jaw and shut eyes.

“M’ getting close” she pulled away from Mitches cock for a moment to speak.

“Can feel you clenching me, c’mon and come for us pretty girl” Auston encouraged, feeling his own knot forming in his stomach.

You could came with a hard shudder at his words, the feeling of him splitting you open and Mitch taking you from the front was just too much for you to hold off.

“Shit, I’m gonna come pretty girl” Mitch groaned as he felt his thighs begin to shake and his thrusts become matched to austons-who was also coming up on his high.

“I’m gonna fill you and you’re gonna swallow Mitches come, understand baby?” Auston spoke, his thrusts becoming hurried and sloppy as he felt that euphoric feeling creeping up faster and faster.

“I understand” you breathed for a second before Mitch was pulling your mouth back onto his cock.

Within seconds both men reached their highs within milliseconds of one another, Auston growled as he filled your hot core with his cum.

Mitches thighs shook as he looked down at your fucked out face that was covered in sweat, spit, and tears-he didn’t think you’d ever looked prettier.

Slowly pulling out of her both men tucked themselves away before helping the girl to her feet, Auston ran a hand through her hair before lightly speaking.

“Gonna go tell everyone you got sick and then we can move this into the bedroom.”

“To the bedroom?” You questioned, and while your voice waivered the way your eyes lit up at his words had Auston knowing that you wanted nothing more than to get both men into your bed.

“Yeah, think mitchy should get to feel how tight that pretty little cunt of yours is” he smirked before taking off up the stairs and making sure you were safe in Mitches arms.

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@luvmatth3ws

[ghostking4m]

Male readers exist

So this is mostly for the hockey and sports world writers, I don’t mean to be mean or make anyone uncomfortable when I say this, but male readers exist too. Believe i’ve tried writing for male readers, but, I don’t have the talent or even time and energy to write for male readers at my current stage in life. I just want to request that more writers for the sports world, particularly hockey, F1, american football, maybe even just specific athletes. I’ve seen that some writers are including more gender neutral and male readers to their work, but when all you see is straight girls getting every piece of writing, it really sucks and makes us feel pretty shitty

[toasttt11]

warm

"I’m nothing but a personal heater to you, huh?

Mitch was sitting around the fire outside with a few of his teammates and their families, his wife was sitting in the chair next to him.

She got up from her chair and set herself down onto Mitch’s lap cuddling herself into a little ball of his lap.

Mitch smiled and gently rubbed her back before feeling her shivering and laughed slighty, "I’m nothing but a personal heater to you, huh?”

“Hey! It’s not my fault you’re always so warm.” She pouted looking up at her husband, Mitch just laughed fondly pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.

She just cuddled even more into Mitch’s lap and could feel herself start to warm up.

Auston had walked into the house to get a relief of his drink and he came back out with a blanket and handed it to Mitch for her.

“Thanks Aus.” Mitch smiled at his best friend dropping the blanket over his wife who is almost fast asleep in his lap.

“No worries bud.” Auston patted his shoulder before going back to his chair.

[holy-puckslibrary]

━ 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐈𝐀𝐍.

main masterlist

pairing(s) — MITCH MARNER x reader (est. relationship) wc — 4.5k synopsis — think hilary duff’s balcony engagement circa 2007

note — this belongs to the i don't remember this bar collection

specific content warnings below the cut.

cw — profanity and other vulgar language, taking the lord’s name in vain + other religious-ish imagery, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected PIV intercourse (multiple) + creampie/breeding kink, discussion/thoughts of cum play, outdoor sex and mention of previous exhibitionism, mention of previous choking + breath play (f!reader receiving), pain kink situation (both), one line of blood play (f!reader receiving), justified violence (not directed at reader!!!), slight d/s dynamics, and possessive!mitch being a domestic little horndog

“Before we talk about that beautiful, game-tying goal in the tail-end of the second and your overall command of the offensive zone throughout tonight’s game, I first want to congratulate you on some major life news. A few weeks belated; my apologies.

For those who don’t know, you came back from the All-Star break with more than just a tan; you came back with—and as—a fiancé.”

Mitch does nothing to dim his megawatt smile or to dull the sparkle in his eyes. The mere mention of you coaxes out an impossibly giddier version of himself, unencumbered by the stress and pressure of a waning season. It’s always been that way.

It's difficult to remember a time before you. He doesn't want to.

Despite of meeting on arguably one of the worst nights of his life, somehow, all he feels when the memory rises to the surface of his mind is joy.

He remembers your laughter, warm and buoyant, and the way the low light painted flattering shadows across your kind face as you spoke animatedly about your passions and dreams. He remembers being treated like a person before anything else, not some character in a video game or a pawn in someone else’s fantasy league, and he recalls your fervent, genuine interest in his off-ice hobbies. Not once did you ask anything invasive or demand he share more than he was willing.

Nor did you fish for tickets.

For Mitch, privacy was paramount, and the sentiment echoed throughout your lengthy relationship. It was your through-line, and it should’ve blanketed the intimate proposal in safety.

He gets hot under the collar just thinking about it.

Mitch will entertain the host’s questions to an extent. Because, despite his insistence on privacy, he will never pass up an opportunity to sing your praises or brag about his luck.

“Did you bring anything else back? Any special souvenir to commemorate such a momentous occasion?”

Mitch is instantly hard, his pale cheeks ablaze, eternally grateful that the camera is filming from the chest up.

Carried in on a warm evening breeze, the evocation is so palpable he can taste the blue curaçao on his tongue and feel its muted burn in the back of his throat. The air smells of pineapple and your fragrant shampoo, a comforting scent that clings to him like a second skin. The phantom of your touch sends a shiver down the expanse of his sore, sweat-drenched back.

“—holy fuck.”

The crinkled, two-word curse tumbles from Mitch’s mouth with little effort.

Every modicum of tact was either battling against the warm rum coursing through his body or fighting to keep his guttural, damning moans at bay.

They are getting hot and heavy on a patio, after all.

Mitch knows this isn’t smart. He knows he should’ve moved the celebration indoors, that he should've waited until you were curtained in safety to give in to his desire and your wandering hands.

He knows, he knows, he knows.

The problem is he just doesn’t care.

Mitch wasn’t about to delay the appreciative mouth of the woman he was going to make his wife, not even for a second.

Even if she dropped to her knees with only a hedge to play look-out. A line of decorative foliage is their first and final defense, the leaves carelessly swaying between them and the rest of the luxury resort he booked for All-Star weekend.

It’s difficult to make sound decisions when the hand wrapped around your cock is newly weighed down by five carats.

The dazzling rock shines proudly in the concluding rays of a setting sun. Glittery and perfect, like the woman who wears it.

Mitch hisses when the tip taps the back of your throat for the first time that night. The sensitive skin melts into your tongue like an ice cube, the creamy droplets of anticipation swallowed greedily by your ravenous mouth. He sees stars in the cotton candy sky peeking through the palm trees.

It hasn’t been that long; his day began with your nose nuzzled against his pelvis, his head limp against the cool tile of the shower a few feet away.

When it comes to you, nothing is ever enough to curb his appetite.

Always needy, never satiated—a pair of perverted peas in a pod.

Your tongue repeats the delicious motion it had previously, too, lazily tracing along the underside of his length until he’s whimpering with no regard for anything besides spilling himself down your throat. He feels you smile around his thickness, pleased by the ease of his undoing. You were damn good; you deserved to be proud.

In all honesty, it took very little effort on your part to make him weak in both his knees and in his resolve.

However, there was a special kind of magic in your pretty face, now dusted by a salty sheen, nestled against his taut abdomen, his cock engulfed by the vice-grip of your throat.

Mitch is close already.

White-hot sparks descend through his quads and calves to zap his sandy toes. Electrified, his hips sputter of their own volition, but like the godsend you are, you accommodate every jolt and tilt in stride.

With one hand braced against his hip and the other gently massaging the heavy weight of his balls cradled in your palm, you peer up at him through a fan of fluttering lashes.

He whines—at the mischievous glint in your glassy eyes or the bite of your manicure as you sink your nails into his burnt skin, he can’t be sure.

Some of your fingers curl into the nasty bruise eating up his lower back, the by-product of a gruesome communion with the ice a few days prior. Sharp nails nip at the fragile skin. Mitch doesn’t know if the twinge of pain was intentional on your part, but he loves it either way. Perhaps a little too much, he thinks to himself as he twitches violently in your grasp.

And perhaps you aren't the only one with a masochistic streak. It's clear from the heaviness of your lids the converse applies to you.

His sweetheart's sick and sadistic. He's never been prouder.

“Get off,” he husks. Abruptly, he steps out from your embrace.

In retrospect, Mitch could’ve been nicer about it. At that moment, however, he was far too desperate for chivalry.

Staring down at your wide, despondent eyes—a pup deprived of her favorite bone—your fiancé amends, “Calm down, sweetheart. I’ll give it back soon. There’s no way in hell I’m wasting a load in your mouth when I know how good your pussy feels around my cock.”

Heat scales Mitch’s spine as he spreads you wide open against the chaise. Your folds glow brighter than the jewelry on your left hand.

With the tip of his finger, he tests the waters. Gingerly, at first, like he's still unsure you'll be able to take him. That charade hardly lasts, but tonight, it's barely a blip.

Your body eagerly welcomes the attention, mouthing at him before sucking the touch past the taut, elastic ring of your entrance. Your faint groans elicited by the intrusion harmonize so sweetly, so perfectly, that Mitch’s eyes fall shut in tranquil bliss.

When your hips rock against his palm, they snap open.

Blinking at him hard and fast, your teeth sink into your bottom lip, turning the plushness a sickly shade of pink—of desperation. Tears crowd your lash line but never cascade down your shiny cheeks; they, like you, are impatiently waiting for reprimand.

Mitch almost laughs. You did jump the gun, so he can't fault you for expecting the corresponding punishment. But it's a special occasion—you're celebrating, so it never manifests.

And Mitch wants to do more than just spank you silly. Plenty of time for that later. A lifetime's worth of it.

Instead, with the flick of his wrist, Mitch encourages you to take your pleasure.

The subtle, tantalizing movements, building in speed and ferocity with each pass, beckon him forward until his sunburnt skin is close enough to burn yours. Feeling you beneath him, feeling his weight rest against your body, feels better than heaven, and he’s barely started.

Like before, Mitch is painfully aware he won’t be able to last long. Judging by how silky-slick you are against his palm, you won’t be either.

With his free hand, he catches your jaw and, with little resistance, tilts your head to keep your gaze from straying. Your mouth falls open when he slips another finger inside. Mitch grins down at your lust-blown pupils and the feel of your hot breath against his lips. He leans down and licks into your idle mouth. A third finger causes your bottom lip to tremble between his and your forehead to ease, every little muscle going soft and pliant between the cushion and his chest.

“Atta girl,” Mitch praises. His lips press briefly to your cheek before beginning their descent along your throat. The touch is featherlight and sends a shiver down your spine, coaxing your chest further into his. “—love seeing you like this, all beautiful and open. And all fucking mine.”

Mitch wouldn't necessarily consider himself a territorial person, and he can't recall ever feeling possessive of a partner. Until he met you.

It had nothing to do with trust or a lack thereof; you were his the minute your eyes met through the crowd, and you reassured him of that fact constantly. It was never you that needed a reminder—it was everybody else.

The men who openly leer at you from every corner of Scotiabank Arena. The NHL hopefuls in your Instagram comments shamelessly flirting as if he didn’t exist or wasn’t in the photo, too. The unprofessional commentators who found ways to sneak in a lecherous comment or two under the guise of camaraderie whenever they spoke about his prowess.

You weren’t some object to be won or bought. You made a choice, and he’d make sure they knew and respected it.

Sure, the engagement ring will aid in this up-hill endeavor, but a little due diligence never hurt either.

“Tonight, it's gonna take. I’m making damn sure of that, sweetheart.”

Your walls squeeze his digits in recognition. Mitch chuckles, dark and dry, against your shoulder. You might like the implication more than he does.

You two weren’t trying, but you weren’t not trying either. Seeing you wearing his ring—the one he picked and purchased—kicked him down a perverted spiral. Flipped the last switch, cut the final cord. He wanted to complete the picture. He wanted to give those good-for-nothing losers one more reason to keep their mouths shut and their eyes to themselves.

“You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Love for me to fill you in a way that’ll last? C’mon, sweetheart, tell me what you want. Tell me how badly you want to be stuffed full of me, how much your pussy needs it—how badly you want to be heavy and swollen with my kid."

Mitch tends to your clit, keeping you borderline incoherent as he tickles your ears with more filth before you can reply to the first goading.

Your eventual responses are muffled by a long, primal whine.

When he has you swaying on the brink of collapse, he’s painfully hard against your inner thigh. There's an iridescent river pearling from the weeping head, freely flowing down to pool beneath your ass. It beams in the dim light like a beacon.

Transfixed and desperately in love, Mitch could cum right now. Just like this.

But staining a stupid fucking cushion would be more of a waste than shooting himself your throat. So, much to your chagrin, he, once again, retreats back onto his knees.

“C-come back,” you whimper with a loud hiccup. The choked sound is as pitiful as your attempts to reach for him. “Please, please, please—”

Satisfaction spreads over the bridge of his nose, leaving him rosy from one cheek to the other. He pins you with a heated, half-lid stare as he strokes himself.

His palm doesn’t feel as good as yours, but Mitch is grateful for that. He wants to drag this out. Instead of rutting into you like a teenager in the backseat of a car, or like himself after a long stint away.

That can’t—and won’t—happen if he keeps touching you. He has to back off before he loses his ever-loving mind.

“Stop being a tease,” you chide. Irritation weighs heavily on your voice. “Haven’t I waited long enough?”

“There’s something I want you to see first, you little brat,” he replies, adopting your sharp tone as he brings his open palm down on your inner thigh.

You shriek, but your eyes beg for another. Maybe he shouldn't have cut you any slack earlier...

He grants your silent wish with a matching blow to the other side before guiding his rigid cock to rest over your body.

And it was better than Mitch ever imagined.

He groans at the sight, “Can you see it? Can you, sweetheart?”

Mitch waits patiently for it to click in your mind, but the confusion that swiftly overtook your fucked-out features never dissipates. Eyes rolling, he shifts forward. Hand still wrapped around the base, Mitch leans over until the full length of him sits against your bare stomach.

Your body quivers over the contact, so he has to hold your hips down to keep you from wiggling and ruining everything.

“I know you can feel it, but I want you to see it. I want you to see how deep I get inside of you, sweetheart. All the way up…” Mitch trails off as his hands glide from your outer hips to the center of your abdomen.

His voice is so deep. So hungry. Your whole being—mind and body—goes weak at the foreign richness.

With tender thumbs, he applies pressure beneath his swollen tip. “—here.”

Mitch moves slowly at first, as if he'd just been sheathed inside of you. With each careful thrust, his stones caress your aching clit, all puffy and pouting.

It feels wonderful to be touched again, even if only in short bursts. But it's not enough friction or force to do much more than aggravate you further. Even when he picks up speed, it’s more hurtful than helpful.

Still, you cannot tear your eyes away from the angry, ruddy head dribbling out ropes of arousal or voice a shred of discontent. The opaque beads form a nonsensical pattern, but it's mesmerizing nonetheless.

If you were any less needy, you’d take your time running your fingers through the milky mess. Swirling around in the evidence of Mitch’s desire until you had enough to lick clean.

As if privy to your thoughts, he pins your wrists at your sides again.

Mitch isn’t faring much better than you. His eyes are trained on the shadow bisecting your middle. Locked, laser-focused. This little…exercise was as much for his amusement as it is for your education. He knows how far he can reach inside of you—knows how fucking fantastic it feels to be buried at the root, but seeing just how deeply he can fuck you is something else entirely.

It's enough to make him question why and how he ever stops fucking you. He’s an idiot for depriving himself. For neglecting you. An exercise in frustration as much as his fruitless effort to shun the rose-colored perversions dancing wild in his mind, Mitch has wasted so much time.

Fuck penance and fuck propriety—it would be a sin to do anything other than worship at your altar as a devoted acolyte. Cardinal, even.

His stomach tightens as he considers how empty you must feel in his absence—and how deliciously whole you must feel when he drives home. He wonders how forlorn your folds must look right now as he keeps what you covet just out of bounds. His body obstructs the view, but Mitch knows you’re open and fluttering around nothing, pleading for mercy.

If he were a cruel man, he’d ignore your begging and continue on like this until his balls were empty and your chest was covered in ivory threads. Lucky for you, your future husband is of the clement variety.

Before you can get another babble, his mouth is back on yours. He keeps your arms tight to your sides, so you’re incentivized to convey your fervent need for more—of anything, really—through your lips and tongue.

Mitch is greedy when he kisses you and needy while lapping up your fire—happily, and without pause. His head pounds like he finished a handle in a single sip, but he doesn’t want it to stop. Ever. It’s disorienting, and yet, he can’t seem to get enough no matter how much of you he drinks down. Mitch wants to spend the rest of his life drunk on your lips.

Begrudgingly, he tears his mouth from yours. Then, tanned chest heaving, he positions himself between your glistening southern lips. Mitch looks down at you, and when your vision finally focuses, his eyes have been shadowed in darkness by his hulking brow.

His prior impatience dwindles ever so slightly even though he's on the precipice of complete satisfaction. Mitch hasn’t gotten a good look at you since your nimble hands relieved him of his shorts some twenty minutes ago, and you are glorious. A celestial nymph with dominion over his heart, devastatingly beautiful and all-consuming in every conceivable way. The hold you have over him is dangerous, verging on obsession. There isn’t a thing he wouldn’t do or say if it appeased you so.

He isn’t fearful. He’s honored. The gratitude he feels knowing that you were, and remain, receptive to his devotion is overwhelming. And now, watching the lucid waters of lust ebb and flow in your glazed eyes, he’s never felt luckier.

Mitch thumbs the gem resting atop your finger, and you shudder as if it were the one tucked between your thighs.

His other hand lingers around your right wrist, though not as tightly as before. With his pulsing head shallow in your heat, he knows you’ll behave. Disrupting him now would only prolong his teasing. A lesson you learned—and were often reminded of—the hard way.

As his fingers trace the metallic band, warmed by the tropical sun and his furnace-like touch, Mitch pushes his hips forward, slow and steady, until he’s fully enveloped by your wanting walls. With your snug, pillowy softness stretching and constricting to accommodate his generous blessing, his grip on reality slips.

“You’re a fucking dream,” your fiancé rasps.

His hands are now splayed wide on either side of your head, effectively caging you beneath him as he builds a faithful rhythm. Teeth clenched, he works diligently to fashion a tribute worthy of your ethereal beauty and power.

“—always so warm and wet for me, just begging to be split open on my thick fuckin' cock. How long have you been this needy, sweetheart? Since I bent you over on the boat? Right over the railing where anyone could’ve seen you?”

You nod, bruised bottom lip pinched between your teeth. Tears well in your eyes.

Your afternoon tryst had been as quick as it’d been rough. Sundress bunched high, the fragile fabric wrinkled between your hips and the cool metal railing as Mitch’s right hand wrapped around your throat. His talented fingers pressed firmly into your sun-kissed skin, relentless in their torment, as he pawed at the pathetic knot struggling to hold your bathing suit in place. His mouth curled into a smirk as it whispered a heady mix of degradation and praise. All while you preened for him, a large crowd just steps away.

That wasn't the first orgasm you were robbed of today.

The hem of the thin material that clung to your anguished body floated demurely above your ankles, landing just shy of the bone. The sullied garment hid the incriminating evidence that inched down your sore thighs with every step you took. The irony was not lost on you as you walked back to your room.

“D’you know how hard it was to stop myself from fucking you in front of all those people? To hold back like that—to not bend you over and take in broad daylight? Of course you do, you sweet, sadistic minx. You always know how to rile me up—and you always find a reason to.”

Mitch grins against your lips before his teeth momentarily replace yours. They nestle into the grooves as if that was the expressed purpose of the faint indentations.

“With the way you’ve been behaving, I’m willing to bet you want a better souvenir than a gift shop tchotchke, hm? Y'gotta be patient for me, though—good girls wait for their rewards. Jus' wait… Oh, I don’t know, nine months? Give or take? Think you can do that for me?"

He’s being cheeky on purpose. He likes the way gentle irritation plays out between your legs—always has and always will.

Mitch releases your lower lip again, but only after he’s nicked it with his canines. A dainty bead of crimson materializes. Covetous, his tongue laps it up without pause. Painted lips kiss from cheek to cheek.

Your back arches. Your hips lift to rock in time with his thrusts.

“God, I can’t wait till we get those fuckin’ keys,” Mitch mumbles, almost absentmindedly.

The lean muscles of his upper body ripple as he sits up to grab ahold of your jaw, a calloused hand on either side. He has an unimpeded view of your dazed, saccharine countenance. His hips slow until they match the thumbs stroking escaped tears into your cheeks.

“—m'gonna take you in every room, against every surface. That way, there won’t be a single thing in our home that—fuck—that doesn’t remind you of me and how well I take care of you—you and your tight cunt.”

With little fanfare, he threads his arms under your dewy legs. Mitch uses the newfound leverage to tug your body even closer.

A shriek rips through the firm seam of your lips as his length traverses an unexplored depth. Your knees snuggle against the pit of his elbows, pleased to be so close in spite of the pain.

Mitch holds your gaze, reveling in your silent screams. He winks, then slowly lowers himself down until your body is folded squarely beneath his. Your muscles burn with the fury of budding resentment, which you’ll surely feel towards him in the morning after this unprompted foray into acrobatics, but the new angle is too good to do more than just... take it.

His hands are glad to have been relieved of their duty and, eager to take advantage of their newfound freedom, palm your chest as his mouth descends on your poor neck. The delicate skin is utterly defenseless against the desire thumping deep within his chest and spilling over his ribs.

Mitch wants to stake his claim—to mark his territory. A stammer of expletives accompanies the vulgar jut of your hips when he rolls your sensitive nipples, swollen and begging for attention, between thumb and forefinger. Bracketed by his forearms, you surrender completely.

Mitch hums at the lewd, sucking sound made by your arousal. Wet squelches ricochet off the adjacent wall with each and every thrust.

“I’ve really made a mess out of you, haven’t I?”

You nod, eyes pinched in concentration.

You’re close. He can feel your body trying to milk him dry. Fortunately, Mitch isn’t far behind. You feel too fucking good to prolong the inevitable.

He brings a hand to your clit, and it moves in messsy circles as he speaks, “Not done yet, though. Gonna flood this pretty cunt—gonna leave you all sticky and hot. I know you want it, but I need you to cum for me first. Go on, sweetheart, I’ve got you.”

You unravel on command, your chin falling to the side in ecstasy. Mitch’s firm hand is quick to wrench it back; he needs to watch your face contort as you crumble like he needs air to breathe. Mitch won't be able to think straight until he reaps the rewards of fucking and rubbing you through it.

The sob that wrecks your body is high-pitched and perforated by little gasps, and the rush of wetness is more pathetic than any noise you could and would make in your lifetime. More than you ever thought your body was capable of, more than your new fiancé expected, more than either of you anticipated.

He's soaked in a matter of seconds—as are you and the cushion dripping onto the concrete.

Mitch's climax comes in quick succession but, unlike yours, without warning. Undoubtedly, his peak was triggered by the gush of your undeniable satisfaction.

Drained dry, Mitch hunches over to capture your lips once more, determined to distract you from the inevitable bodily ache on the come-down. Delicately, he places your trembling legs onto the chaise and nestles into the space they vacated. He feels every little muscle twitch and spasm when he hugs you tightly to his body.

The world is muted, fuzzy around the edges, and drowned out by the aftershocks, so you miss most of his sweet-nothing rambling, but the relief and contentment that flood your spent body is reply enough.

He isn’t sure how long you stay like that—tangled together in paradise. You doze off, dipping in and out of consciousness, and wake just after the buttery sun slips entirely behind the horizon. Through the darkness surrounding your bare bodies, silvery moonlight replaces the golden rays of sunshine, but you—and your ring—shine as if nothing's changed.

You keep up a quiet conversation. Nothing of importance is spoken; it's carried on purely for the enjoyment of one another’s voice. Mitch peppers your skin, sticky from humidity and exertion, with tender lips, and you return the favor tenfold. You’re both smiling so wide, so happily.

And you keep grinning into the night, even when your cheeks begin to ache. It’s only when the light breeze ghosts over your bare skin that either of you consider relocating. In no rush and reluctant to leave your deep warmth, he’s leisurely about moving into the dim suite.

Mitch freezes abruptly. His stomach splatters at his feet when his mind catches up to his instincts. Murmuring. He hears murmuring. Terror races down his spine like an ice-cold chill. It's quiet at first. Almost as if the evening wind picked up a distant conversation yards away and softly settled it in his paranoid eardrums. He can’t make out any particular words—except his last name.

His mood sours beyond repair with the realization that the juvenile whispering is much too close, the giggles muffled only by the permeable wall of greenery bordering the suite’s ground-floor patio.

“We just wanted to be the first to say congratulations!” A teenage voice devoid of tact and respect calls out above a chorus of snorts and giggles.

Mortified, you bury your head into the crook of his neck. His chain is cold in comparison to your shame.

Mitch growls and reaches beside the chaise. He shouts something that would’ve made even the most shameless of shit-talkers blush, then sends a half-empty bottle of Dom Pérignon clear through the leaves. It shatters, and the crisp bubbles spill out on the concrete, sending the herd of inconsiderate assholes scattering like mice.

“I’ll go pick up the glass,” he sighs, knowing you’ll chastise him for the mess. "—later."

Mitch couldn’t be honest with the journalist.

He wouldn’t even if he could.

He shares so much of himself and his life with the world already—a hazard of the flashy, public-facing occupation he chose—and you’ve offered up far more of your world than he’d ever ask of you. He doesn’t mind a photo here or a video there, sometimes a press junket or two in a philanthropic context, but Mitch won’t bring the media into your private moments beyond where they’ve already encroached.

Especially not for a leading question intended to bait him into saying something stupid. Or to prematurely announce the impending arrival of your first child.

So, instead, he simply says, “Towels. But if the Four Seasons—or my future wife—asks, I’m totally joking, and I definitely put them all back.”

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[huggybearluvr]

surprise | mm16

Summary: You get a puppy without telling Mitch while he was on a roadie.

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y/nhughes

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y/nhughes I DID A THING 😚😜 everyone meet moose 🥹 sorry @mitchmariner

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jackhughes I HAVE A FUR NEPHEW

jackhughes BUT why is he named after luke 🤨😒

lukehughes because i’m her favorite brother?

quinnhughes excuse you.

jackhughes guys in the favorite

y/nhughes nope lukey is my fav 💕

jackhughes I HATE U AND IM TELLING MOM

lukehughes your my fav too y/n!!

mitchmariner babe.

y/nhughes yes?

mitchmariner no call? no text? WTH

y/nhughes i was feeling spontaneous

mitchmariner your lucky he’s cute

y/nhughes SO I CAN KEEP HIM!??

mitchmariner yes😔

austonmathews OMG

y/nhughes HES CUTE RIGHT

austonmathews THE CUTEST

y/nhughes COME MEET HIM WHEN U GET BACK 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

austonmathews I WAS COMING WHETHER U INVITED ME OR NOT

user111 the hughes siblings arguing gives me a will to live 😭

elblue6 grandpup! he’s adorable!

y/nhughes RIGHT

quinnhughes i’m on my way over to meet him…

quinnhughes i’m actaully out front rn.

y/nhughes QUINNER COME IN

[austonwithan-o]

“We’re parents? Like actually parents?”

No warnings really… pregnancy ig if that’s a trigger

You sat on the bathroom floor. The cold tiles sending chills throughout your body, the pregnancy test on the counter sat there. Your period was late. You hadn’t told Auston mostly because you just realized it that day but you also didn’t want to freak him out, he already had so much going on during off season. Training and planning for the season to start, it was a lot and the last thing you wanted to do was stress him out. You were shaking, praying for a good outcome but you didn’t know what a good outcome was. Auston and you always talked about getting married first before having kids. That’s just the way you were raised and how you pictured your future. Starting a family was one of your biggest dreams and you had expressed it many times with him but with his career and everything going on for him, he wanted to wait a few more years. On the other hand you wouldn’t mind having a mini you or a mini him running around playing floor hockey until you were confident enough to get them in skates, imagining Auston as a dad made your heart ache longingly for those days but you had no idea how Auston would react to it being so soon. You looked down at your phone. The 3 minute timer rang loudly in your ears and you slowly stood up. Grabbing the packaging you peeled the wrapper back revealing two pink lines. Your breath was caught in your throat. You felt nauseous and shaky. Quiet sobs left your mouth but you covered your mouth because you knew you wouldn’t be able to stop once the crying really started. Your mind started racing with every outcome, truthfully you were happy but god you were terrified what Auston would think. You put the pregnancy test back in the box and threw it in the trash grabbing a wad of toilet paper and throwing it in to cover it. Auston wasn’t too observant thankfully. You knew he’d never look in the trash can and it bought you some time to think about how you would break the news to him.

You washed your hands and wiped your eye’s making yourself look presentable. It was almost 5 and he’d be home from playing golf with Mitch and Willy. Walking out of the bathroom and making your way downstairs you saw Auston pull into the driveway. You watched as the three piled out of the car grabbing their gear out of the back, you sat at the bar scrolling through instagram trying to distract yourself. The front door opening letting the warm Arizona air drift in.

“Hey baby how did the golfing go?” You asked not looking up from your phone.

“Absolutely crushed these goons.” He said laughing. He walked over lightly grabbing the side of your face, planting a kiss to your temple grabbing a beer from the fridge. Your anxiety was through the roof at this point and he knew something was up.

“Man I don’t even care, I’ve won the last 3 games buddy I just let you win this time.” Mitch said throwing his hat on the dining room table. “Sauce me a beer will ya?” Everyone was gathered around the bar at this point chatting and talking about their game mostly making fun of each other laughing.

“Mitch no one likes a sore loser bud.” Willy said cracking the beer open taking a long sip.

“I’m not a sore loser I’m just saying I won the last 3 times. This one win doesn’t mean anything.” You couldn’t help but laugh at their childish banter.

“Baby you want a drink?” Auston asked grabbing a white claw from your side of the drink fridge.

“Oh I’m okay! I’m not thirsty.” You said giving him a small smile, finally looking at him he gave you a weird look putting the drink back in the fridge. He went on with his conversation with the boys who were completely oblivious to the slight tension between you two.

You got up from the bar area heading back up to your room. Auston’s eyes not leaving your figure walking up the marble stairs, you could feel his eyes burning into the back of your head. You laid in your bed with Felix staring at the ceiling, you were so exhausted you slowly drifted off to sleep.

You woke up to it being pitch dark outside and a warm spot from where Felix was laying beside you. You checked your phone and checked the time, 9:55pm, “holy shit y/n… 5 hours?” You rolled your eyes slightly annoyed with yourself for sleeping so long. You definitely weren’t getting any sleep tonight. You got up from the bed walking into the bathroom to brush your teeth and at least get ready for the night and the trash can was spilled onto the floor. Felix had a tendency to go through the trash can and you were mentally punching yourself for not shutting the door this morning. Horror filled your mind as you realized the pregnancy test was missing.

“Fucking hell Felix!” You whispered under your breath. You were certain Auston was probably taking a night swim or watching tv downstairs. All you had to do was find Felix and get the test before Auston could find it. You tiptoed downstairs and found him sitting on the couch watching TV. His back was facing towards you. Felix’s head perked up from the couch, Auston didn’t move and neither did you.

“You wanna talk about it?” His voice was raspy. You could tell he had been crying and your heart broke at the sound of it.

He finally turned around holding the test. His face showed no emotion. Slowly walking towards him the tears started streaming down your face again.

“Auston I didn’t mean to hide it from you I swear. I - I just needed time to process it, I was going to tell you I swear.” Your voice wash shaky and small, he lightly grabbed your wrists bring you down to his lap. His eyes were glossy and his lips curved into a slight smile.

“Y/n I love you with my whole entire being God I can’t even imagine my life without you. I know we weren’t planning this but I’m ready to be a dad if you’re ready to be a mom. I want to grow old with you, I want to raise a little family, teach our kids how to skate, how to play hockey.” He was crying and his words made you cry as well. His hands travelled from your hips to your tummy. His tattooed hand rested onto your tummy lightly rubbing it. Your cheeks were on fire. The feeling of everything was so surreal.

“Auston we’re gonna be parents now…like actual parents!” Tears still poured out of your eyes but a wide smile spread across your face. He placed a kiss on your forehead placing it against yours. “You know I kind of guessed it earlier.” A cocky grin was plastered on his tear stained face. You rolled your eyes.

“Oh yeah? How’s that?” You asked now playing with the chain around his neck.

“You refused a white claw for starters and I know when you start your period and it’s been a week since you usually start. I put two and two together and when Felix brought the test to me it just confirmed it.”

“I’m mildly impressed that you pieced that together.” He just laughed. Lifting your chin up and kissing you. He scanned your features. He was so lucky and he knew it.

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[luvhughes43]

emotional bruises | luke hughes x matthews!reader

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request: what ab a fic where reader and luke have been dating for a long time, say high school sweethearts. reader is the youngest sister of auston matthews (and by association, mitch marner). say after a win one night (or for any other reason) reader and luke go to a club. at said club, luke goes off with his friends and ignores reader. a random guy starts talking to reader and after seeing her talk to a random guy luke gets mad at her. they start fighting and after a bit of fighting reader calls auston to pick her up/rant or whatever and after hanging up/picking her up auston or mitch calls quinn or jack to talk some sense into luke and then reader and luke work through their problems

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it happened once you and Luke got back to michigan after Lukes season ended. a few of his university teammates were in town visiting, so everyone decided to go to a club now that everyone was finally legal. 

you of course went with the boys, having been dating Luke while he was at umich so you knew and were friends with all of the boys. usually, when you went out with Luke he was very attentive to you, but not tonight.

Luke's laugh echoed through the already loud club. you watched on from the sidelines as the group of friends chatted, sending you small glances every few minutes from the corner of their eyes. you were standing behind Luke who was standing in a circle with the guys. 

“I’m going to go get a drink!” you raised your voice so Luke could hear you, but he didn’t respond. you nodded your head in embarrassment and went over to the bar. 

The bar was crowded, and it took forever to get your drink. Luke hadn’t even looked in your direction, and you were dreading going back over to the group of boys. 

time went by and you just stood there next to the guys, no acknowledgement from Luke or anyone else for that matter. 

“Luke? do you wanna go dance?” you finally got the courage to ask, pulling on one of Luke’s sleeves so he’d look at you.

“uh, no not right now i’m talking to ethan” he barely glanced at you as he was talking to you. a minute later he shakes your hand off his arm and you feel your heart fall to the pits of your stomach. 

It's not like you were a clingy girlfriend. you understood that Luke wanted to spend time with your guys’ friends, but you wouldn’t let him just ignore you. you guys had been together since forever, and Luke had never acted like this. granted, he wasn’t much for pda but he always made sure to show you affection in other ways. 

you took another 10 minutes of Luke's dismissal before deciding to go off on your own. you didn’t even tell him you were leaving the group, you didn’t think he’d care anyway.

“we’re matching!” a girl shouted at you, grabbing onto your hands and pulling you into her group of friends. you laughed, your feelings of hurt fading away as a group of girls easily accepted you into their circle. 

you and your new friends all sang and danced together, and you were finally feeling like the night was turning out to be good. 

“hey, i’m going to go get another drink!” you shouted to the group as the taylor swift song you were just screaming too faded into another song. 

“hey! can you get me another beer?” the girl who originally seeked you out asked and you easily agreed.

as you were waiting for your drinks, a man approached you trying to make small talk.

“how are you doing tonight?” the dark haired brunette asked you as he leaned across the bar. 

“I’m fine, how are you?” you replied, looking in the bartenders direction to see how much longer your drinks would take. 

“I’m good. could be better though,” the guy smirked as he shifted his body to be angled towards yours.

“oh okay…” you trailed off awkwardly. you usually didn't have to talk to guys at bars because Luke would always volunteer to get your drinks for you but… here you were.

“okay?” the guy chuckled as he copied you. “what? you not interested or something?” 

“Uh no i have a boyfriend,” you squirmed. clearly uncomfortable with this whole interaction. you craned your neck to try and look for Luke, but you couldn’t see him through the crowd of people jumping around on the dance floor.

the man just laughed more, “yeah? I’ve heard that one before”

you honestly felt frozen as he moved closer to you, the drinks the bartender just placed in front of you easily ignored. 

“no please, i really do have a boyfriend hes…” you whipped around to try and catch a glance of Luke but he was nowhere to be found.

“Baby, you don’t have to play hard to get i'm right here” the guy moved even closer to you and you quickly tried backing away.

“what the fuck?” Luke interrupts the guy's speech angrily. 

The unnamed man was going to say something but Luke quickly interrupted, “y/n?? what are you doing?” Luke questioned you instead of the guy, causing the guy to smirk.

“ohh damnn… i didnt realize she was your girl she never told me!” the guy lied, his admission making Luke frown at you.

“Luke what? he wouldn’t leave me alone! I was literally looking for you,” you started but Luke cut you off.

“Yeah sure. Lets just go” luke grabbed one of your arms, pulling you away from the bar and to the outside of the club. 

you were so utterly confused. 

“why are you being so mean to me tonight?” you asked, feeling the start of a burn rise in your throat.

“are you seriously questioning me right now? you were literally just talking to some man at the bar!” Luke argued, clearly upset at you.

“like i said Luke, he was the one pursuing ME” you argued back, completely tired with how your boyfriend was acting tonight.

“yeah whatever, let's just go home” he rolled his eyes at you, tugging on your arm to take you back towards his car.

“no! you're being such a jerk to me!” you pulled your arm roughly from Lukes grasp, leaving him to just stare at you.

Luke ran a hand frustratingly through his hair. He sighed before continuing, “just get into the car y/n”

your chest was heaving as you slid into the passenger seat.

when you got back to the lake house you immediately set your things up in the empty guest room while Luke was in the bathroom. luckily for you, off season just started so there weren't many people at the house. 

As soon as you got settled, you we’re picking up your phone and calling your brother Auston Matthews. 

“Auston?” you croaked when you heard the call connect.

“y/n? whats wrong?” you heard Auston sit up in bed at your upset tone.

“Luke and i fought and he- and,” you cried, explaining all of the night's events to your brother who was absolutely fuming.

“I'll take care of it y/n don’t worry,” Auston said as he pulled your boyfriends contact up on his phone.

“Aus no!” you cried out, making Auston stop what he was doing. “I'll talk to him later, I just wanted to get it all out” you cried again, making Auston soften. He hated when you were so upset. 

“Okay, i won’t say anything to Luke” he relented, coming up with other strategies to yell at Luke to fix things. 

you ended the call ten minutes later and by pure coincidence Luke was knocking at the door.

“y/n i’m sorry about tonight i just…” Luke trailed off and you scrambled out of bed and pulled the door open.

“I don't want to talk to you right now,” you admitted with confidence. all of your sadness had run out and all you were left with was anger.

“y/n please, i’m sorry about tonight it was a misunderstanding and-”

“no seriously Luke, i don’t want to talk to you” 

you two went back and forth for awhile before Luke finally admitted defeat and sulked off to his bedroom. 

you got adjusted to the guest bedroom bed, eyes closing when you heard the familiar ring tone of your brother's best friend. 

“Mitchy?” you asked, and he hummed in reply.

“Aus told me what happened and I just wanted to see if you were okay. He didn’t tell me details or anything but he said you were pretty upset so…” he trailed off and you smiled softly. Mitch Marner never failed to amaze you. He was such a kind friend to not only your brother but to you as well. 

“I’m just upset… Luke was ignoring me all night and then he…”

“and then he what?” mitch questioned to which you gave him the full run down. 

By the time you finished re-explaining everything and Mitch was done giving you his advice, you were well and truly tired. 

As soon as the call ended you instantly drifted off to sleep.

When you woke up, there was a large bouquet of flowers on your night stand. They were pink peonies, a gift Luke usually got you when you were upset or having a bad day.

You messaged Luke to come meet you in the guest room. 

“I’m so sorry y/n,” Luke apologized as he rushed into the room and closed the door behind him.

“Flowers aren't going to fix this Luke. You really hurt me last night and I don't even think you understand” you began, already getting irritated. 

Luke listened intently to everything you had to say. “At first you ignored me the whole night! and then some guy is being a creep and you accuse me? As if I was the one to do something wrong. You didn't even ask if I was okay! You grabbed at me like I was a child” you tried not to raise your voice as you felt the hurt creep back into your heart.

Luke wholeheartedly agreed with you. He sat down next to you on the bed and you both talked about everything that went down last night.

“I was honestly just jealous that you were talking to somebody else… I get really protective over you and I know I had no right to act the way I did last night. I feel awful” Luke started, apologizing again and trying to explain his side of things. “There’s no excuse for me ignoring you. There’s no excuse for anything I did last night” Luke continued and you nodded along. you found it hard to forgive him, but you promised you’d work on your forgiveness. Luke wasn’t one to get angry at you like that, and it had shaken you up.

Later that night you got a text from your brother.

Auston: did your boy apologize to you yet?

You: what?? I told you not to talk to him? Wtf

Auston: I didn't talk to him… I talked to Quinn instead

You: ??? why

Auston: because you were upset last night and I dont want u to be upset

Auston: especially over some boy

you shut your phone off turning over to Luke. “Your brother told you to apologize to me this morning?” you asked the curly headed boy.

“No. He just made me realize how much I fucked up. your brother messaged Quinn actually,” Luke admitted sheepishly. 

You honestly didn't know how you felt about your brother talking to Quinn and then Quinn talking to Luke. You wanted Lukes apology to be genuine and to come from himself.

Luke must've picked up on your feelings because he frowned and held one of your hands, rubbing the side of it with his thumb.

“I really am sorry,” he whispered and you nodded, leaning into his side. You let Luke’s apologies and reassurance lure you into sleep.

[jackhues]

mmm, icing - mitch marner

notes: i hope you guys like this, second fic for 'it's the most wonderful time of the year', love mitch, and i love this!

likes are good, reblogs are better <3

part of naqia's end of the year celly!

gif not mine

"mitchell marner, don't tell me you put your finger in the icing specifically after i told you not to," you placed your hands on your hips.

slowly, mitch pulled his finger out of the bowl, licking it clean, "okay. i won't tell you."

you narrowed your eyes at his smug expression, unable to help the small smile that creeped up on your own face.

"since someone can't be trusted with this, it's going in the fridge until we need it," you decided, picking up the bowl of icing and placing it in the fridge.

"look what you did, zeus," mitch shook his head at his dog.

"don't blame zeusy for your actions," you defended the dog. "he's nothing but an angel."

"well of course he's an angel, he takes after his dad."

"stop talking."

"gladly."

you rolled your eyes, laughing to yourself as you pulled up a recipe for sugar cookies. it was a rare day off for mitch -- one where he had no training or game -- and you'd decided to try and bake some sugar cookies.

"okay, i need you to get the flour," you listed the ingredients, allowing mitch to move around the kitchen and grab them.

that was one good thing about baking with your boyfriend. he would gladly run around as your little henchman while you mixed together the ingredients.

you made a good team.

as mitch collected the items, you began mixing them together. you hummed along to the christmas music that mitch had turned on.

mitch grabbed one of the spatulas as you mixed the flour, singing loudly.

"but the fire is so delightful," he sung, using the spatula as a microphone. "and since we've no place to go, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!"

you rolled together the dough as mitch continued singing and dancing. zeus danced across the floor, excited to be a part of this. mitch laughed, playing with him.

"here, you wanna make the shapes with me?" you asked, holding up the cookie cutters.

"that's not even a question," he answered, taking the reindeer one from your hand.

the two of you made cookies in all different shapes, already planning on how to decorate them. once the last of the dough was used up, you propped the cookies in the oven and turned the timer on.

"mitchell marner, you better not be reaching for the icing," you threatened, fixing the timer.

there was a silent pause, before mitch answered, "what makes you say that?"

you turned around, finding him about to open the fridge door and motioned, "uh... that!"

"oh yeah," he grinned, leaving the fridge and making his way towards you. "it's not what it looks like."

"oh really?" you asked, putting your arms around his neck as he placed his hands on your waist. "then what was that? because it looked like you were trying to get into the fridge while i wasn't looking so that you could eat the icing. the icing that we need to ice the cookies we're baking."

"okay, maybe it's exactly what it looks like," he muttered.

you laughed, burying your head in mitch's neck.

you didn't realize sugar cookies were going to cause this much chaos. but still, you wouldn't trade it for anything.

[bagopucks]

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Trevor Zegras

It’s An Off Day - Trevor and the reader both have their own stressors in their lives, and it causes a tiff. But there’s nothing a little playful make-up can’t fix.

Defend My Honor - Somebody has to defend my honor. Somebody has to defend your honor. Enemies to lovers.

Disheveled Duckling - Trevor’s always hidden his feelings behind a locked door, but when everything becomes too much, he reluctantly turns to who he trusts the most.

Stand By Me - The reader and Trevor struggle but ultimately deal with the diagnosis of an autoimmune disease. And they deal with it together.

You And Me - The reader, Jack’s ex, is now dating Trevor. After they’ve been outed, the couple deals with new hate, and it’s overbearing in more ways than one.

Getcha Back- The reader cracks under the pressure of media and her relationship with Trevor. It’s up to him to win her back.

Family Reunion - Trevor’s meeting the reader’s family. Both are a little nervous, but he ends up fitting right in.

Bad Idea, Right? - SongFic, he’s just an ex.. nothing more, right?

Can He Sing? - The reader and Trevor accept the request of a local recording studio to do an interview while they’re in town, revealing to the audience a bit of their relationship, and an upcoming album.

Jack Hughes

Sally Forth - The Hughes brothers and Jack’s hockey team going to support the reader in dance nationals.

Need You Now - The reader is paired up with an injured boy for a group dance. She needs a new partner, so she calls on Jack. A lot of fluff in between.

It’s Out There - The reader is a university student. That’s all she’s supposed to be to the public. Until they find out of her secret relationship with Jack Hughes. Then it’s another story.

Blackouts - When everybody is stuck at the lake house during a storm, and the power goes out, there’s only so much they can do to pass the time.

A Little Funky - The reader struggles with OCD, and Jack is still learning how to handle it.

Home Alone - Jack invites the reader over because his parents are out, but an oncoming blizzard has them returning sooner than expected.

And I, You - The reader and Jack get a moment alone in the lake house to discuss their future plans.

Record Breaker - Jack finally breaks the regular season point record, and of course he has to celebrate.

So Fine - Sequel to “Home Alone.” The reader’s parents are out of town on a business trip. Nobody’s passing up on this chance to give their day together another shot.

As Sure As It Gets - The reader and Jack have been best friends since they can remember. One day the reader confesses to feelings harbored for a while, and Jack hesitates before deciding not to tell the truth, for the sake of their friendship.

Late Night Drives - The reader finally discovers why Jack is called Rowdy, after accepting an invite to go on a drive with the Hughes brothers and a few friends.

More Than I Do Now - SongFic, Jack and the reader spend the evening with his family and a few friends, but the reader’s stuck in another world, fantasizing about their relationship.

ATTHNGVBD - It’s Valentine’s Day, and Jack puts himself under a lot of pressure to start a new tradition.

Can’t Break Up Now - SongFic, Jack and the reader have had a vicious fight.. and it’s time to decide what’s best for their relationship.

Mine All Mine - They’re polar opposites, and everybody has something to say about it. She just wants to be good enough, but never feels like she is.

Joe Cool - When the reader’s boyfriend backs out on her before Halloween, Jack invites her to the Devils Halloween party, insisting they dress up together.

Quinn Hughes

Wildest Storms - The reader’s anxiety levels are through the roof, and when Quinn comes home, he’s there to distract and comfort in the ways he knows best.

Softly, Sweetly - Quinn’s home alone one night, and decides to invite the reader over for a bit of fun. Only it doesn’t go as planned.

Plus One - The reader needs a date to a friend’s wedding. Quinn’s the lucky man.

Gingerbread Houses - The reader’s boyfriend drops a bomb on her during Christmas, and Quinn is the first person she turns to for comfort.

Fast Car - Coming Soon!✨

Jamie Drysdale

Drago-nita - Jamie’s left to take care of Trevor’s lizard while the forward is on a road trip. Things don’t go as planned, so he calls the reader for assistance.

Island Of Love - Jamie falls head over heels for a girl he never expected to love. But they’re from two different worlds, and he can’t stay away from his forever.

Lady May - SongFic, a recollection of the times the reader was Jamie’s rock, leading him to one fateful decision.

The Ugly Duckling - being written, angst and fluff, title’s kinda self explanatory.. gonna make you guys wait for it anyway.

Orange, Orange, Orange - The reader visits Jamie and Trevor during playoffs only to receive a rather startling surprise.

Blind Dating - Jamie is new in town and managed to get himself set up on a blind date. The reader isn’t too sure about him. At least not at first.

Nico Hischier

Smile Again - Nico’s injured and the reader has to leave town for a week. She returns to her lover in a horrible state, and there’s not much she can do but comfort him back to contentment.

It’s My Footwork - Knee surgery leaves Nico’s leg a bit weak, so he seeks out creative conditioning to get him back on track.

Soulmates ‘N All That - SongFic, a summary of the meeting, the dating, and the marriage.

Dearest Nico, - Two strangers falling in love over the exchange of letters and phone calls. Loosely based off of the song “Travelin’ Soldier” by the Dixie Chicks. But at the same time it’s really not.

Comfy - Nico comes home from a hockey game ready to relax, and though the reader isn’t in a bath mood, they’ll gladly sit outside the tub and talk all evening with him.

Too Much To Drink - The reader went to a simple bachelorette party and took part in the festivities, especially the drinking. And of course, Nico comes to the rescue.

Sun Days - Enjoying a perfect day on the New Jersey beaches with Nico and the team.

When you Wake - Nico went out with the boys, and the reader is left with a surprise when the Hughes brothers bring him home far less than sober.

Wishing For Angels - The reader comes home from work one evening and spends the night watching early Christmas movies with Nico.

Mitch Marner

Light My Love - SongFic, An art major and a hockey player who’s mind works a mile a minute. He’s her inspiration.

The Best Recovery - The reader’s overwhelmed, and slips into a nonverbal state for the night. Mitch is waiting at home to provide comfort and reassurance.

Noise Cancelling - The reader can’t hide their Amazon Wishlist from Mitch for forever, but this is by far the best gift.

Depths Of Love - Loss and grief. Acceptance and moving on. Mitch lost the love of his life, only to realize he doesn’t have to continue alone.

Auston Matthews

Felix and Missy - A dog is a man’s best wingman.

Cole Caufield

College Despair - The reader is overwhelmed with assignments, and needs a break. Cole just got back from a roadie, and needs quality time.

Misunderstand Us - The reader is invited out to the lake house. Quinn forgets to mention that he told Cole about them, and Cole’s rather forward introduction causes a feud between himself and the reader. Until the truth comes out. Enemies to lovers.

She’s Taller - Cole fell for the girl across the street. There’s just one thing that held him back. His height. Turns out, that might not be an issue for her at all.

Linear Progress - Cole has just returned from an injury, and can’t get out of his own head about the fact that he’s struggling.

She’s Taller Pt. 2 ✨ - coming soon!

Reality - SongFic, broken trust leads to a messy breakup. Cole simply can’t let her go.

Young!Pens

My experimental additions! If you didn’t see the poll, I’ll be writing for Crosby, Malkin, Zucker -tho he’d technically be on the Wild when I write for him but I’m classifying him as a Penguin in this post- and maybe Jarry.

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Highlight Reels

Adventures in house sitting - Jamie and Trevor

Country reader - Jack Hughes

Little!Hughes Brothers - Quinn, Jack, and Luke

Spa Days - Jamie Drysdale

Minecraft Servers - Various Players

Snowboarding - Jack Hughes

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Blurbs and Edits

“Before sunrise, he’s your rookie.” - Nico Hischier

Cuddling and Trip Planning - Trevor Zegras

Cancelled Games - Trevor Zegras and Jamie Drysdale

“The Lean” - Trevor Zegras

Vacation to Switz - Nico Hischier

Sick Days - Any Player

Dancing In The Rain - Quinn Hughes, SongFic

Little Interruptions - Nico Hischier and Jack Hughes

Rainy Mornings - Cole Caufield

First Time Fighter - Jack Hughes, platonic Luke

Tornado Watch - Jamie Drysdale

Tea Cups - Young!HughesBrothers

Soft Launch - Nico Hischier

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lost dog

Mitch Marner x Matthews!reader

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ynmatthews found this adorable dog in the Toronto area! Please let me know if it’s yours!

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user1 adorable

yourbestfriend why do animals always find their way to you?

ynmatthews right!? I must be Snow White

yourbestfriend maybe you’ll find your prince 😏

user2 you’re kidding right?

ynmatthews about . . . ?

user2 you should know whose dog this is

ynmatthews sorry??

williamnylander Mitch is shitting his pants right now

ynmatthews Mitch?

austonmatthews i’m embarrassed to be your brother

ynmatthews i’m so confused

austonmatthews if you came to my games and met more than one of my teammates you’d understand

williamnylander don’t listen to him, he’s a being a bitch. it’s our teammates dog

user3 when she’s Auston’s sister and doesn’t know Mitch freaking Marner

ynmatthews sorry! i’m not a hockey person!

marner_93 you are a life saver. check your dms please!

user4 imagine getting dms from Mitch Marner

williamnylander yn’s living everyone’s dream rn

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ynmatthews dog returned ✅

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marner_93 can’t say thank you enough! Zeus was sad to see you go

ynmatthews so glad I could help!

user1 a friendship I didn’t know I needed

yourbestfriend prince?

ynmatthews nope

austonmatthews 👀

williamnylander now you’ve met another teammate!

ynmatthews funny will. i’m laughing

austonmatthews if you would just come to your first hockey game the joke would end

williamnylander ^^^

calemakar first leafs game*

ynmatthews cale it was a secret 🤦🏼‍♀️

austonmatthews I KNOW you didn’t go to an avalanche game as your first NHL game

ynmatthews but cale’s my bestie 🥹

austonmatthews I’M YOUR BROTHER

user2 the Matthews are hectic

austonmatthews yn’s hectic*

ynmatthews Auston’s hectic*

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marner_93 i think she’s been using me for my dog for the last 2 years

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ynmatthews ofc I am!

williamnylander that view 🤩

marner_93 right?

austonmatthews hey guys, older brother here! just wondering when you were going to tell me you snuck off to mexico?

ynmatthews where have you been Auston?

marner_93 did we sneak?

ynmatthews def sneaked

austonmatthews 😮

yourbestfriend not your prince?

ynmatthews shut up

marner_93 king*

user1 I’m so happy for them

calemakar and she’s still only been to an avalanche game 😎

user2 even after 2 years!?

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ynmatthews okay, I’m a hockey person now :)

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yourbestfriend YN WHAT!?

ynmatthews IK

yourbestfriend now would be the time where you say…

ynmatthews yes, you were right. he’s my prince :)

calemakar i’m so happy for you matty ❤️

ynmatthews i love you my cale💙

marner_93 🤍🤍

ynmatthews i’m so in love with you Mitch Marner

williamnylander I remember when you didn’t even know his name

ynmatthews yeah and everyone made sure I knew how much of an idiot I was 😂

user1 last name upgrade

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austonmatthews so happy for you guys

ynmatthews love you bro 💙

marner_93 thanks for your blessing Auston ❤️

ynmatthews you asked him for his blessing?🥹

calemakar marry him immediately

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marner_93 we’re pretty good at this sneaking around thing

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calemakar YOU DIDN’T

ynmatthews we did

marner_93 only Zeus knew :)

williamnylander now you can’t be my favorite Matthews :( but congrats nonetheless

ynmatthews I was your favorite? 🥹

williamnylander duh

ynmatthews Mitch, buddy, we gotta talk

user1 plot twist: Mitch becomes a Matthews

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yourbestfriend I wish I was angry but this is so you. congrats my love

ynmatthews love you long time ❤️

nhl cheers to the Marners!

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austonmatthews and after everything you two get eloped

ynmatthews you’re shocked?

austonmatthews nope

mapleleafs I think this means she’ll finally be catching a game!

ynmatthews 😐

williamnylander oh that’s good

bunting27 congrats to you both!

marner_93 thanks man!

ynmatthews it means a lot mikey!🤍

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ynmarner & to think w/out Zeus I wouldn’t have Mitch 🤍

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user1 who would’ve thought

austonmatthews he would do yoga

ynmarner i’ve asked him not to tbh

marner_93 that’s false

ynmarner mitch you’re my husband now back me up

austonmatthews well he was my teammate first 🤷🏼‍♀️

marner_93 bros before hoes

ynmarner divorce

austonmatthews he’ll get through it, not a big loss

calemakar okay I feel the need to step in

ynmarner please do I’m sad

marner_93 she’s sitting across from me giggling

ynmatthews 😮

williamnylander wow marriage is starting off great you guys

yourbestfriend remember all of the “20 mile runs”

austonmatthews why is that in quotes?

yourbestfriend 😳

austonmatthews yn?

ynmarner take a guess at how many miles away Mitch’s house was from mine . . .

austonmatthews shut the front door

yourbestfriend she shut Mitch’s often!

mapleleafs Zeus is such a good boy!

ynmarner the best!

user2 how long do we think this lasts?

marner_93 forever and ever and ever

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Grayson Auston Marner 💙

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All The Girl You Loved Before | J. Drysdale

Jamie Drysdale x Fem Reader

A/n just wanna thank @babydollmarauders again for helping me. i really appreciate it and i love you so much <3

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All Of The Girls You Loved Before | J. Drysdale

Jamie Drysdale x Fem Reader

a heart is drawn around your name. in someone’s handwriting no mine.

Jamie had relationships before in the past. he had known love from women like you had men. he had done the heartbreaking, and been the heart broken. he was terrified to love again. until trevor introduced him to you.

you have loved him with a love he’s never felt before. two words Jamie would use to describe you is loving and understanding. you understand him and his job, knowing that he will be away often, and you never make him feel bad about it. he loved how you always try to go to every game of his, to support him no matter what.

crying in the bathroom for some dude whose name i can’t remember now

you had met jamie at the bar one night during the off season, when he was home visiting his family and friends. you had been crying in the bathroom over some guy, that looking back now you couldn’t even remember the name of. you had ran into jamie on the way out of the bathroom. he had caught you before you could fall. seeing you upset, the boy decided he wanted to buy you a drink and keep you company, so he could try and cheer you up.

the boy invited you to hang out with he and his friends. all of you hit off instantly and you had one of the best nights of your life. at the end of the night you and jamie had exchanged numbers before he dropped you off at ur apartment. the two of you calling, texting, and facetiming whenever possible.

phone conversations turned into weekly dates. weekly dates turned into flying to anaheim to see him play. flying to anaheim turned into moving in with him and trevor. a little after a year, jamie knew he wanted to be with you.

your past and mine are parallel lines. stars all aligned and they intertwined.

during the off season jamie had his injury. the boy decided to take you disney and spend a whole day there with you. going on all the rides he could, shopping, eating all the amazing food the park had. after dinner, the two of you had sat beside each other to watch the fireworks and it was the best night you’ve ever had. However, after a wonderful date, full of all the amazing stuff at disney, jamie eventually stops and faces you towards him.

“Y/n, I know it took me a year to finally ask you, but you are one of the best things that could have ever happened to me. everything and everyone in our pasts had led us here. my best friend, don’t tell trevor, my soulmate. would you wanna be my girlfriend?”

it was an immediate yes from you. you knew without a doubt, that the two of you were meant to be with eachother.

the two of you were getting the chance to teach each other how real love felt and always being there for one another.

[a-g-u-s-t-d1432]

Part 2 of why it is hard for me to get my work done

So yeah overall I am packed which makes me not get any work done

[hockeybabe]

plz more mitch i beg

Post Game Blowie || M. Marner

*Gif not mine*

Pairings: Mitch Marner x f!reader

Summary: You’re dating Mitch but also work as a nhl interviewer and before Mitch’s game you give him some good luck.

Warnings: oral (m!receiving), make-out, handjob, hair pulling, pet names, almost getting caught

Word count: 538

Note: off topic but I bought the Spider-Man pandora bracelet, literally still in shock I did it. Also this is like really short and unedited.

You had just gotten done with an interview right before the Leafs game against New Jersey. You had talked about the Leafs being on a losing streak and that this game may be the one they win. Personally, you hated talking poorly on your boyfriends team, but it was your job at the end of the day.

Biding your co-workers bye you head to the leafs locker room like Mitch has suggested. He told you that he wanted to show you something. It had you slightly confused. Mitch never brought you into the locker room in fear of you seeing the unpleasant thing that isn’t his.

“Mitch.” You call out from outside the locker room, hearing no response from anyone; you take it upon yourself to walk into the room. You see Mitch sitting in his rightful space with his boxers on and his fitted shirt. “You know an answer would be better than none.” You tell him walking seductively towards him.

“When I suggest something, I like to make you needy for it. Clearly you are if you’re here.” He smirks, looking up at you. “So what’s my surprise?” You ask, placing yourself onto his lap. “How’s this?” He questions, placing peppered kisses along your jaw to your lips. You purposely keep your mouth close, not allowing him to put his tongue in your mouth.

Mitch breaks the kiss grabbing your jaw. “Come on baby, let me in that pretty fucking mouth of yours.” He mutters against your lips. Obeying you give him access to the inside of your mouth. You find yourself getting needy; you start to grind your hips against his bulge, moaning every thrust.    

You both knew you couldn’t do too much just in case someone walked in on the two of you. “I want to help you.” You whine, trailing your hand down his chest and palming his hard cock. “Get on your fucking knees baby, show me how you’re going to help.” Mitch orders, your panties dampen at his words and shift down to your knees.

On your knees you pull Mitch’s cock out of his boxers and start to fist it pumping up and down. Pre cum starts leaking out from his slit, using your tongue, you lick from the base of his cock to the very tip. “Just like that baby. Such a good girl.” Mitch praises throwing his head back, grabbing your hair, guiding your mouth down his cock.

You feel Mitch twitch inside your mouth as you play with his balls and he guides you faster and faster. “Fuck baby I’m close.” Mitch warns as he busts in your mouth. Swallowing you look back up at Mitch. “Look at you baby, swallowed that just for me?” He asks wiping the corners of your mouth clean.

“Mitch come on! We’ve got a game to play!” You hear Auston shout. You face flushes with embarrassment as Mitch lowly chuckles. “I’ll be right out!” He yells back then looks down at you.

“Will finish at home. Don’t leave right after me, wait a little.” He tells you putting on the rest of his gear. “Can’t wait.” You tell him looking him up and down.

You couldn’t wait to get home.

[toasttt11]

cuddles

“The dog’s had enough cuddles.  It’s my turn!”

Mitch Marner walked through the front door of his house after a few day road trip and just wanted to hold his wife.

He frowned standing in the door seeing you cuddling with Zeus.

“Hi Love.” You looked up from the Tv to smile at her husband, You continued to pet the top of Zeus’s head as he laid on your lap.

Mitch just pouted crossing his arms, You looked at him fondly, “What’s wrong my Love?” You held your hand out to your husband.

Mitch sighed in relief at feeling your skin to his skin before pouting again, “The dog’s had enough of your cuddles. It’s my turn!”

You couldn’t help but laugh use to Mitch clingy self but did gently push Zeus off your lap, Mitch happily smiled and sat down next to you cuddling up on your chest sighing in relief as his arms went around you.

“Better now?” You asked as you brushed your fingers through his hair.

“Mhm. Love you.” Mitch mumble pressing a kiss to your collarbone.

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━ 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

˗ˏˋ main masterlist ˎˊ˗

pairing(s) — camboy!MITCH MARNER x camgirl!reader word count — 3k

note — uh so yeah <3

recommended viewing — heathers (1988) and VHS (2012) recommended reading — 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐎 and 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐖𝐒

bingo squares and additional content warnings under the cut.

bingo squares — home movie, exhibitionism, group sex, risky location, and (pseudo) group sex additional content warnings — cameos...bc cameo lol, public sex (a literal audience), unprotected boinking + creampie, some reach-around finger-bang action, unprotected coitus + cum play bc mitchy is nasty, praise kink influencer!mitch — "content, baby, content!" (name that vlogger lol), brief past phone sex (kinda? idk you'll see), discussion of sex work and the selling of items

MITCH MARNER IS BEYOND ANTSY.

He wants to leave, and has since you arrived. You wouldn't be hard-pressed to assume enduring the company of his teammates was physically painful with how he's been behaving.

You have an inkling as to why, and you know your hands aren't exactly clean in that respect, but it's his lack of time management that should bear the brunt of his ire, not you.

You left more than enough time for him to get his dick wet. 

Brooding like a hormonal teenager, he haunts the far corner of the room, glaring at you over the rim of a glass you know he hasn't touched all night. Morgan's in his ear, but anyone can tell he isn't listening just by looking at his pinched expression and hard, detached gaze; Mitch's been too busy glowering to allow even a little fun to bypass his sour mood.

Which is precisely why you're ignoring him. Instead, finding conversation in Matt, who's in town for the weekend.

The more Mitch pouts, the more you tease—he should know that by now.

You're halfway to the kitchen for a refill when your boyfriend finally corners you. One second you're walking down a deserted hallway, and the next you're trapped between the wall and Mitch's heaving chest.

His eyes have gone a deep shade of navy, and that's all you need to see to know you've fucked up.

If there's one thing Mitch hates, it's being denied attention. Namely, yours. 

"I'd say it's time to call it a night, wouldn't you?" he growls lowly into your mouth. 

You’re more marionette than person at this moment, bobbing your head along with his every whim, wholly transfixed and with no real thoughts of your own. It's dizzying how much power he can exert without doing much at all. He could get you to agree to anything.

Never in your life has submission felt this innate or this safe.

And it isn’t often Mitch gets like this. Usually, only after he’s been away for a while or you haven’t had much alone time; tonight both are at play.

Hunger rolls off of him in giddy waves. Breakers that don’t spill or curl; the energy piles up until it has nothing left to do besides compress together. Albeit, far too late to be elegant or uniform. The tempestuous emotion hurtles rapidly to your shore, slamming into you without care or warning. Hypnotic is a word he suits best in this state.

Someone fakes a cough a few paces away. Your heads snap in the direction you came, only to find three figures idling in the entryway.

Mitch grinds his teeth. "Can we help you?"

"No need to cut the evening short, Mitchell," Auston teases through a shit-eating grin, undeterred by his friend's burgeoning tantrum. Mitch doesn't answer, so Auston presses on, "What? My guest bedroom not good for a movie star such as yourself?"

"What, you three what some kind of live demonstration? Fancy yourselves an in-studio audience?" Mitch snorts too quickly and the realization hits just as fast. "You can't be serious."

Had he taken a moment to think about anything besides his raging hard-on, he might've noticed the way your thighs squeezed together at the thought of putting on a show. Or, heard the little whimper you couldn't catch before it got loose.

It's an idea you have been toying with lately, having been a mutual fantasy for some time now, and this is as good an opportunity as any.

Better than most, actually, if you take into account the added risk that comes with bringing your romantic relationship out of the shadows. With more eyes on you as you than ever, Mitch isn't the only one who needs to proceed with caution anymore.

These are people you know and trust, and who are already privy to your unconventional side hustle.

Willy shrugs. "It's not like it'd be the first time we were there while you two were going at it."

Physically, it would be but virtually? Denial would be an outright lie.

Your boyfriend is to blame for that bit of ammunition.

"Jesus, fuck, Mitch! Are you playing with your eyes closed or something? Because it sure as fuck looks like it." 

"It's not my fucking fault, alright? Can't fuckin' concentrate with all her whining and shit," he spat back into the mic.

The intensity of his defense made him thrust his hips, accidentially jostling you in his lap, which just made you whimper louder.

He didn't spare you a second glance.

The lewd squeak was poorly muffled by his neck and, as much as Mitch loved to bitch about how distracting your sounds were, this was exactly why he wanted to be buried balls-deep while he played with the guys.

But that wasn't the half of why he insisted you stay put.

Mitch may be territorial as hell, but he'll never pass up an opportunity to have his ego stroked or to flaunt what luxuries he has at his disposal.

These virtual escapades are like open season for that shit.

Every compliment was more his than yours. Praise for your obedience was truly kudos for his firm hand. Each envy-laced remark, whether it be laden with degradation or brimming with flattery, went straight to his head and to his cock. And, best of all, they had him to thank for the small taste of a heaven they could only dream of.

Win or lose, every game resulted in a night that rendered you speechless and incredibly sore—he loves attention that much.

"Fine," he relents, more aroused now after his trip down memory lane. "You can look, but you can't touch. And don't even think about sweet talking her or bullying me into it. Got it?"

“What’dya say, baby? Should we give the people what they came up here to see?”

Sheepishly, you nod. A pitiful whine matches the pout you wear, impatient as ever.

His reply tickles your ear. The low chuckle is surprisingly airy for a sound burdened by the weight of his smugness.

Ever since he got his hands on your heart, your boyfriend's been inclined to... pomposity. Mitch needs the world to know it's his palm you reside in. He wants the credit he's owed for the spectacular state of disarray you become whenever he's present.

Occasionally, the ego of it all drives you up the wall. But, it's difficult to knock someone down a peg when they've earned every right to be on their high horse.

Not that you're complaining; he's hot when he's cocky.

At the foot of the bed, Mitch frames your body with his thighs. Yours are parted narrowly, only enough for a hand and some wiggle room, but your crowd of three isn't starved for visual stimulation in the slightest.

What you'd put on not two hours prior now sits on the dresser opposite you neatly folded.

Mitch rubs a few fingers over the budding mess between your thighs and, even though the touch remains central to the source, the last garment standing diffuses a delicious tingling sensation. It's minimal, and to an infuriating degree—enough to kindle the fire in your belly without ever risking a premature finale.

Your knees knock together in frustration, but they won't stay that way for long.

Mitch wrenches his hand out from between your thighs, completely ignoring the way you whimper at the loss. He pulls your legs apart with both hands and hooks each one over his knees, leaving your feet dangling outside his.

“You keep them spread, yeah?"

Again, you nod. 

Now is not the time to push his buttons.

Mo runs a hand over his flushed face. “Fuckin’ hell,” he laments.

The damp patch, now verging on translucent, stands in stark contrast to the bright, creamy cotton. A pretty, little satin bow sits demurely above the drop of sweetness no one but Mitch will ever taste again.

Mitch is just as eager as you are. You can feel it on your skin; in the erratic rhythm of his heartbeat; in the effort behind his breathing. But, most obviously, in the bulge burrowing into the small of your back. Which is why, when his deft hand slips beneath the thin waistband to curl into your heat, it comes as no surprise.

He doesn't linger, much to everyone's disappointment.

Mitch is quick to dispel the new gloom blanketing the room, though, holding the evidence of your enthusiasm up to the light as if raising the Cup.

A thick combination of horror and delight burns shallowly under your skin as he slowly separates them, revealing the full extent of your arousal as it hangs proudly between the chuffed digits.

“Showin’ off for my friends?” he chides, though it's clear he couldn’t be happier about the sticky display.

You mewl in response to the light mockery.

And now it's just as evident how badly the three men standing against the wall want to alleviate the growing pressure below their belts.

However, they won't because they can't. 

Mitch wants to be able to see their hands—both of them, at all times.

"They're being so good for you, aren't they? So quiet and polite; got 'em their best behavior for you, baby."

The stage whisper makes Auston scoff and Willy groan. Mo seems to have gone mute.

Ignoring them, your chin dips. Mitch huffs his amusement.

"But have they behaved well enough to earn a treat?" —and before you give him yet another nod, he specifies how he'd like you to respond: "Words, baby. Let them hear that pretty voice."

You comply in a series of choppy whimpers, "Y-Yessir... s'good... They've been s-so good—more than enough."

You plead on their behalf as much as your own. 

Mitch moans into your ear, unhinged and primal, and immediately rucks down the ruined material—one half of a matching set—until they hang off one ankle.

It's taking every ounce of self-control to not flip you over and take you face down ass up; Mitch is enjoying this demonstration of power that much.

The blood pumping in your ears drowns out whatever reaction Mitch's teammates had to seeing you bare and on display, but simply knowing they're there, watching with undivided attention, sets your skin ablaze. 

"I always have to stretch her out before we can do anything fun. Doesn't matter how long or how often I've been fucking her—or which hole. Without fail, my girl tightens right back up like she's brand fuckin' new."

At a gingerly pace, your boyfriend tugs back the soft, subtle hood covering that tender, oh-so-sensitive spot. He lifts the curtain, unveiling the bundle of nerves like the work of art that it is, watching as it pulses for attention. His free hand frames your weeping folds before spreading them open. Though, this early on there's not much to see. And it would be hard to if there were, considering what a mess you've made already. The finishing touch comes from Mitch's hips, which nudge yours in a silent demand for an upward tilt that yields an unobstructed view of both needy, flexing holes for the audience.

"—and I never get sick of breaking her in all over again."

At their wide eyes and slack jaws, Mitch preens. He's delighting in this torture, never having had something they didn't that was worth coveting. Still, regardless of how high Mitch gets off the attention, his generosity has its limits.

The hand petting your clit abandons its post in favor of venturing further south. Mitch absorbs the full-body jolt his mild prodding elicits while continuing to circle the pretty pucker, though never breaching the taut band.

"This little one—it doesn't come for free, and it doesn't go for cheap, either. I can tell you that much right now, boys."

For a bit, mitch plays with you to his heart's content. Still withholding what you want most, but somehow managing to keep you more than satisfied.

But, eventually, your boyfriend begins taking requests from the live audience the way he's done in the past cam shows he has participated in.

"Show us how many that needy cunt can take at once." (Morgan)

—Tonight, three. But the real answer is all of them—thumb included.

"You're doing all the work. Make her fuck herself on them." (William)

—You do a decent job...until your legs give out under the demands of exertion with little to no leverage. Mitch resumes control seconds before your lower extremities begin tingling, a precursor to the eventual numbness that will undoubtedly render you useless.

"Oh, c'mon. I know she can take it harder and faster. Don't hold back, Mitchy." (Auston)

— You can; you do.

...and when you can no longer resist succumbing to the unbearable tightness just below your navel, ruthlessly coupled with his thumb swiping over your swollen clit, you convulse violently in Mitch's steely grip. Your limbs thrash with all their might just to make the most of what little autonomy they've been allotted. A heavy downpour of tears stream down your cheeks, collecting beads of perspiration as they go.

“Goddamn, your tears are even prettier in person," Auston remarks, awestruck.

Willy softly mumbles something to the effect of deeming you an angel and Mitch snorts, knowing that couldn't be further from the truth; you were putting on a show in more ways than one.

“A fuckin’ star—that’s what she is," he's quick to correct.

You're still entrenched in the aftershocks of your first Mitch-induced climax in over a week when he abruptly removes his fingers in favor of spreading you open for your adoring fans.

On the surface, pulling your outer lips apart with his thumbs a second time seems purely for the benefit of a spectator. However, in further exposing such sensitive, delicate skin to the elemets, Mitch is doing you a brilliant favor. The wetness clinging to you like a second skin chills considerably.

At a certain point, you can't discern which shivers belong to these escalations and which stem from the peak you're still reeling from.

Your boyfriend peers over your shoulder, slightly envious of his friends' vantage point, to watch your puffy opening constrict around nothing.

He smirks with his lips pressed to your neck. "Even after all that, this greedy hole still isn't satisfied. You guys done nothing to earn more, but she's too damn inviting to resist."

You're three orgasms deep and verging on incoherent when Mitch finally lowers your limp form over his hard cock, and he finds immense satisfaction in how easily you come apart for him once again. Before he even bottomed out.

A few sharp thrusts with his hand around your throat, his arm firm in the valley between your breasts, and your body milks him like it's after his very soul.

But unfortunately for your poor, overstimulated pussy, he is far from finished with you...

"Y'did so good for me, always so fuckin' good, aren't you? Now stay still for me, baby, just for a second."

You nod and do as you're told, mostly because you can't do much to the contrary even if you wanted to. An overwhelming mix of too sensitive and almost numb has incapacitated you. You're too strung out for that, too far gone even for words. Everything is fuzzy; your mind, senses, and vision.

Physically, you aren't faring much better. Without Mitch propping you up, you fall back onto the sheets with a faint sigh. You're vaguely aware of what's happening and why, but aren't in a state to be much help.

Lucky for you both, Mitch loves to play creative director.

Your boyfriend gently configures your body the way he needs it in order to get the best stills and a few clips to GIF. Mitch bends your knees, placing each foot flat a few inches from your ass, mindful of keeping your knees wide. Enough so that your folds are forced apart naturally just the way he likes, but without causing you any unnecessary discomfort.

Soon, you're splayed open again—Mitch and his camera join the sea of spectators—your swollen cunt on full display as the evidence of your tryst dribbles out onto the duvet.

"Uh, what... What're you doing?" Willy asks, perplexed.

At least, you think it's the winger. You can't be certain, ot with your head still somewhere amongst the stars. 

"What does it look like?" he huffs in response, clearly annoyed by the interruption to his artistic process.

There's more murmuring across the room. From what you can gather, you surmise they're taken aback by how casually this aspect of the job is unfolding, how easily Mitch slips between roles; from run-of-the-mill boyfriend to seasoned dominant, to professional content creator, and back again.

It's something you yourself have thought about on more than one occasion, but never at length.

"Alright, that should do it," Mitch says mostly to himself before leaning down to address you, one hand cradling your jaw while the other brushes away a stale tear. "Now's the hard part."

You can almost feel the triple dose of concern radiating from the far corner. You'd chuckle to yourself if it wouldn't make you look crazier than you already do.

Your boyfriend isn't wrong; this next part is the hard part. 

It's funny how your perception of something can change dramatically depending on the context in which it happens. For example, right now, Mitch is sliding ruined fabric up from your ankle for the express purpose of soaking up everything that's fast escaping; you're too spent to keep it squeezed in.

When he does this just because he can, the overt display of dominance makes you borderline feral. But when the intent is to create a product for profit, it's far from enjoyable.

Hence the whine of discontent presently bouncing off of the walls of Auston Matthews' guest bedroom.

Mitch is quick to soothe you, "I know, I know, but we gotta get 'em ready to ship out tomorrow, baby."

He knows you'll stop complaining once it starts to dry. Once the chill is no longer so harsh or foreign on your sensitive skin. After it tightens, Mitch knows what you'll beg for. His greedy girl always wants more. Especially when she's freshly marked and unable to think of anything but him.  

"What? No party favor?" Auston asks, the words bleeding sarcasm. 

From between your still-quivering thighs, you catch Mitch rolling his eyes. "I'm sorry, did you tip my pretty girl nearly five grand last week?"

Auston balks, head wagging. 

Mitch gloats.

"That's what I thought. No cash, no panties." 

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“i get so hard when i’m around you“ with Mitch Marner? I love your work :))

You talked with Mitch’s teammates and some of the people that worked behind the scenes for the leafs at the Charity event you and Micth were invited to. You wore the closest thing you could find that was around the same Color of the jerseys, It was a mid-way navy blue dress you got a couple months back.

As you talked to one of the event Coordinator you felt a pair of eyes on you, you scanned the room laying your eyes on Mitch giving him a sweet smile but he only continued to stare. You could see his tongue poking at the inside of his cheek clearly in focus. You just shrugged it off and turned back to the conversion. 

But what you didn't know was that Micth’s eyes never left your body, he had been staring at you all night. He loved the way you looked, the way the dress loosely fit around your ass, the amount of  cleavage your dress showed just leaving the rest up to Imagination to whoever was looking. But Micth was the only one who knew what you looked like under that dress and he loved it that way. The more he looked at you the more a tent started to form in his pants, He waited till the lady you were talking to left so he could make his move.

He walked between a few tables to get to where you were, you still had your back to him as he slipped his hands around your waist pulling you flushed against his chest. He couldn't ignore the Quiet gasp that left your lips, as you felt Micth press his hard on into your ass.

“Seriously Mitch?” you spoke turning around in his grasp now having your back up against the edge of the table 

“God baby I can't help it” He groaned “I get so hard when i’m around you”

You felt Micth’s hand slowing start to move down and grab your ass roughly making you jump forward slightly into him

“I got you baby” He teased

“Micth stop people may be watching” you spoke looking around 

“No ones watching baby,they all got better things to do” He whispered leaving a couple soft kisses on the side of your neck 

“Mitch” you drew out, now started to feel what he was feeling 

“What do you need?” he whispered into your ear

“You, Mitch I need you” Micth smiled at your words knowing he’s known whatever this was.

“Let's go then” he said, grabbing your hand and leading you out.