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mitch marner (couldn't pronounce "encyclopedia") vs george russel (casually using "audacious" in the middle of a race)
unstoppable force (sjs whimsy) vs immovable wall (stolie the goalie)
help
i volunteer to be the hostage, because if he gets traded i'm going to kms anyways, so it might as well be to send a message!
if mitch marner doesnt get to stay with the leafs im killing the hostage
first time actively participating in the lb instead of just lurking, and it's for a 10 p.m start
...i feel as though i could have made better life choices
Amo encontrarme estas hojas por la calle...
this Florida hating bitch 😋💕✨
Shitty 10 min sketch’s
-"Gardening with the Son I Will Never Have", Ocean Vuong, Burnings
mornings
john lennon x reader
(era: teddy boy? or any era you would like.)
warnings: NO MATURE CONTENT, fluff, pet names?
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john cursed silently as he accidentally put his hand onto the hot pan to feel if it was warm enough to start the eggs. it was. he was too focused on the burning sensation that he didn’t acknowledge you, his lovely girlfriend of 2 years, padding down the stairs, until you wrapped your arms around his torso.
“hey, baby.” you sleepily mumbled into his shoulder blades, he was still wearing his pyjamas. john was a morning person, very cautious to get to bed ON TIME and out of bed exactly at 7:30am on weekends (6:30am on weekdays.).
“the bloody pan was two hot!” he cried out, turning around and shoving his hand into your face, which you sleepily looked over.
“stop yer wining and stop vigorously moving yer hand so i can actually look at it!” you exclaimed, gently taking hold of his wrist to inspect. you lead him over to the sink and ran cold water over the now red and irritated skin.
“you should know how to treat burns.” you smiled slightly at his piercing glare at the pan on the stove. you kissed his hand after a few minutes of running it under water, and brought out some gauze and carefully wrapped the skin.
“thanks, love.” he muttered, his nasally scouse accent is one of the things that made you fall head over heels for him, not that he was popular, or any such things like that. you ruffled his messy chocolate brown hair.
you took over the cooking for now, as he watched the telly in the living room.
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(p.s, i had to re post this bc it was tagged as mature 😭😭)
Obsessed "Baby, Only You!" It filled every inch of my heart with love! May I ask what your fave Beatles album and song are? Mine are Revolver and "Dear Prudence." May I also please make a request for Jack Hughes? Anything more with him and a more stoic/quiet in public girl, would love to see where your incredible mind takes you. The way he understands and defends is just...yes! I needed that lol. Please and thank you!
i’d do it a hundred more.
(JACK HUGHES x reader)
hey!! thank you so so so much literally this made my day. 🫶🏻
my fav beatle albums def are sgt peppers and help (i adore the movie), and my fav songs are the long and winding road, i want you (she’s so heavy), across the universe, sgt pepper’s lonely hearts club band and julia :))
warnings: no mature subjects, fluff, no proofread (you can tell i never proofread my stuff)
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you had always been a quiet kid, stoic and stern looking. that obviously lead to you having a resting bitch face, making not many people approach your phlegmatic gaze.
not many kids were your friends, forcing you to turn your back to society and do things yourself, cold walls lifting to sternly keep out outsiders.
that was,
until jack. he melted those ice walls, wiggling himself in a short period of time, to be the centre of your universe. you fell in love with this man, the way his wide smile made your lips curl into a grin, the way his blue eyed gaze was boyish and gentle, the way he reassured you when a girl tried to get his number and hit on him, he stood up for you, most important of all. he was your everything.
he understood everything about you, your reactions, how you felt in public and how you were the most loud and outgoing person on the inside, when it was just them two, locked away giggling together.
jack held your heart and kept it protected, he knew your past, and you like the back of his hand, so he made it his part to protect you from jabs that people made.
one of his teammates girlfriends took a shot in mocking you and jack was sure to glare at her and tell her off.
“why do you look like that? you aren’t even in jacks league. don’t even pretend you aren’t not trying in the relationship.” the girlfriend snootily said, her boyfriend did nothing in reply to defend you. you glanced towards jack and could see him get angry, so you squeezed his knee, but he still started to yell at the girl, making her jaw drop and her eyes open wide.
“you don’t know her!”
“don’t ever speak about her in that way!”
“don’t speak on our relationship!”
jack roughly grabbed your hand and walked you out.
“you didn’t have to do that.” you said quietly, kicking some tiny rocks on the pavement with your shoe.
“for you? i’d do it a hundred more times.”
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sorry if this ain’t any good but
🫶🏻❤️🤍
babe, only you.
jack hughes x reader
to feed my jack obsession recently, here’s a bit of angst and fluff (no mature content). please, enjoy.
also: there’s no proofread, so..
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you found yourself always wondering; “am i good enough for him?”, “do i deserve him?”. comments had been lashed out earlier this evening to darken those already eerie thoughts that you fought so hard to not reside with. a long, long stay.
jack came into the room, that was the man that’s ‘in love with you’. those thoughts slashed at your mind little cuts kept wracking your head. the trance you were in was broken by your lovers lips lovingly placed onto your head, and you felt the couch slightly dip when he sat down beside you. his arm snaked around your shoulders and pulled you close to him, your head lying on his shoulder.
no one questioned if he did enough in this relationship. no one made snarky comments on how he was so quiet, how he looked like he never put enough effort into how he showed his love, but they did to you. and it was torture trying to hit those thoughts out of your brain. every single one of those comments lingered for longer and longer each time someone made another.
“what’s wrong?”
his soft voice lingered in the room as he ran his calloused hands up and down your arm. the television was playing in the background, an old re-run of big bang theory, muted, but with subtitles.
“jack, it’s just,” you started, why couldn’t you form words. a pang in your heart stung against your chest. “i don’t deserve you.” you whispered, he froze, eyes straying from the tv and to your slumped form against him.
“what makes you think that?” he murmured, his blue eyes connected with your glossy (e/c) ones.
“i- im not good enough-“ you were cut off by a sweet kiss to the lips. “don’t talk like that. i don’t care if your quiet, i don’t care what people say about our relationship, (y/n)!” he exclaimed. “people don’t know you, and how lucky i am to actually know and to be with you. i thank anyone in the skies above that they let me hold your hands. you are everything, my universe, my world. don’t let people tear into you.”
he rubbed his hands up and down your spine as you sobbed painfully into his chest, dampening his shirt.
the thoughts were still there, but at least you had someone to guide you along this long and winding road.
“i love you.”
luke hughes x reader blurb
tw: bad writing at almost 11pm , no proofread
luke lazily laid on your lap after a hard and very very close win. they watched old reruns of old cheesy romance movies while your fingers lightly brushed through his brown curls, making a breathy sigh escape his lips. he was exhausted, but the good kind of exhausted that you knew you did well. you were proud. very proud. that was your luke. with his goofy smile and bright eyes, when he was around, you felt at home, anchored down. he was made for you, and you were made for him. soulmates, some would say. a single thin thread of red string tied to each others pointed fingers, bringing you two together by pure curiosity, pulling that thread and being wound up together.
it was just you and luke against the world, and in that moment, you knew.
Can i rq a ringo x reader were the reader is an assistant for The beatles and is really burnt out and tired and ringo tried to care for them?<3
What’s up buddy 😝😝
Hello! First req ahh n this is so cute !!!
If I fell in love with you
Warnings: FLUFF. (And John being annoying.) (and bad writing.)
You happened to be an assistant to one of the biggest bands at the time, and it was absolutely lovely. Just kidding!! The Beatles made it a bit more difficult to work, John who would take his sarcastic and idiotic comments and remarks to a whole new level, eventually annoying the living crap out of you. George was okay, but he honestly talked your EAR of when he had the chance, how could anyone CONSIDER him the ‘quiet Beatle’? Paul was… okay, he had very pretty eyes, though. And then there was little old Ringo. He wasn’t as annoying. He had a pretty voice.
Brian had assigned you to keep an eye on the boys in a hotel in America, as it was their first time, and they strictly needed to stay in the hotel at all times for the show the following day.
“Would’ya pass me the water, Macca?” John asked innocently, his nasally British accent rang out. Paul passed over the salt as he had a burger half in his mouth. John grinned. ‘Oops.’ He muttered, still smiling as he poured the whole jug on Paul’s head. Macca’s eyes widened as the water trickled down his face and clothes, and he slowly turned to John. “It’s on, Lenny.” Paul picked a handful of whatever the heck was on the table, and hurled it towards John.
“Boys, please-“ you tried to interrupt, knowing their suits were freshly washed, dried, and ironed by indeed, you. You sighed deeply and wiped a hand down your face. You shouldn’t have signed up for this position. It was silly.
“John, food down!” Your voice raised slightly, a thing you never did, catching the attention of John, who put down the food and shrugged, still giggling at Paul, and Paul was doing the same. You could never control these boys, and it was like a war zone job if you did say so yourself.
After the food fight, no, literal war, you went back to your room and curled up on the bed, staring at the ceiling, praying to God that tomorrow wouldn’t be as bad.
A soft knock was heard on the thick wood of the door.
“Come in!” You hollered, (your nationality) accent wavered a tad.
The door creaked open. Maybe it was a serial killer? Just kidding.
Ringo stood in the doorway, plate in hand.
“hi.” You said, rushing to sit up and fix your skirt and hair, nodding in the process.
“Hello, love.” Ringo nodded, stepping farther into the threshold of your room. “Brought ‘ye supper.” He said softly, approaching your bed. You studied his face, his nose, and how his eyes were a perfect china shade of blue. You noticed how his hair falls on his forehead, and how the brown colour accentuated his rosy red cheeks.
“Why are you doing this for me?” You ask quietly, taking the plate, fingers heating up from the bottom of the plate.
“‘Cuz yer workin’ hard, and John n Paul n Goergie ain’t makin’ it easy for ye.” He shrugged and sat beside you, smiling a bit.
Gosh, his smile.
“Aww, Ringo.” You blush, smiling slightly. He smiled back and put his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it slightly and getting up. “I’m gonna run you a bath.” He grinned playfully, running off into the bathroom.
How sweet. Maybe being The Beatles assistant isn’t that bad. <3
(Ik this isn’t really the req im sorry i had trouble thinking of stuff : , ( )
get this man a new stick 😭😭😍🙅🙅😩😍🙅🧏😔🧏🙅🙅🧏😍😢😢🔥😣😣💥❌🔥❌💀💥❌💔😡☠️
idk if ur still taking requests but if u are matthew knies with either 12 or 22 please :)
[smut] in the club
pairing: matthew knies x fem!reader
summary: matthew doesn’t like the club, but he likes you
authors note: reader is on birth control for the sake of bc i said so. not proofread at all, or edited so yk.
warnings: smut, mentions of alcohol, p in v, unprotected sex, use of “good girl”, cussing, reader calls matthew handsome idk, lmk if i missed any
matthew never really liked going out. sure, he’d go to the club to celebrate wins with the team,
or to celebrate friends birthdays, but he didn’t like the constant noise or the slew of girls that came up to him looking for a quick fuck just because of his name and status.
but tonight was different. he was once again out celebrating another win with the team, rejecting girls and trying to make sure mitch didn’t make a fool of himself. he was convinced this night was another bust where he’d be stuck taking care of those who lost themselves in the endless drinks, but then he saw you.
you’d just walked in, hand in hand with a few friends, laughing at some lame joke. dressed in a red dress that hugged your figure perfectly. gold and silver jewelry has never looked better together, he was absolutely convinced. your black heels made your legs look absolutely delicious, the muscles in your thighs accentuated with every step you took.
his staring didn’t go unnoticed.
“you’re being eye-fucked” your friend leaned over and whispered to you. your eyes scanned the room before locking on a tall, broad man. striking green eyes catching yours, neither of you making any move to break eye contact.
he was dressed in a pair of jeans and a white shirt that gripped his biceps in a way that had your thighs squeezing together. he was yummy.
“dude, go get her,” matthew was snapped out of his daze by auston slapping a rough and on his shoulder. he looked at the drink in his hand, mitch clinging to the couch, and back at auston who shook his head, “i’ve got him. you go.”
matthew nodded, “i’ll see you guys later.” auston smirked, “no you won’t.”
matthew downed the rest of his beer and began making his way to the empty seat next to you. you made it a point not to notice, or point out that you had, him.
the bartender walked over and matthew held his bottle up signaling for another, before also nodding over to your close to empty drink. “another for the pretty girl also.” you smiled.
“pretty girl, huh?” you’d stopped swirling the remnants of your martini in the glass and turned to face the large man next to you. his green eyes were captivating, but also slightly scary. they felt like they were staring into your very being.
“just being honest.” matthew shrugged at the words and thanked the bartender for your refilled drinks. “you here with anyone?” he knew you were. your friends had left you the minute he made his way over.
“why? wanna take this conversation elsewhere?” the insinuation was unexpected to him. those lips looked like they’d never uttered a lewd word in your lifetime, but god he couldn’t resist knowing what they felt like wrapped around him.
he smirked and pulled your chair closer to him, “i was intending to talk to you more, but if you wanna skip all that,”
you smiled at his words, and downed the rest of your drink before standing up. “come on handsome, i don’t bite. unless you want me to.”
matthew swore under his breath and grabbed your hand leading you down the hallway toward the bathrooms. he shoved the door open and pushed you inside, pressing you against the door and connecting your lips in a hungry dance.
teeth clashed and matthew reached behind you to lock the door. his hands raked over your frame, pulling at the red dress that captivated him. your hands slid down to the waistband of his jeans, popping the button open and sliding one hand inside.
he was semi hard, just from the kissing. you squeezed the tip of his cock and he hissed into the kiss, pressing more into your hand. you pulled away from the kiss to drop down to your knees, taking his pants and boxers down with you.
his cock stood tall, tip tinged a bright pink accompanied by a thick vein that ran down the shaft of it, your hand barely wrapping around the girth. “fuck, you’re so big.”
matthew grabbed onto your hair as you began stroking him. you brought his cock to your lips and began tapping it against you. this whole situation was so erotic, matt was convinced he’d be thinking about it for weeks.
“come on pretty girl, suck it for me.” his voice was so much deeper, slightly raspier, and who were you to say no?
you took what you could into your mouth, hallowing your cheeks around it, and dragging your tongue against the tip on its way in. the man above you cussed and gripped your hair a little tighter. his hips bucked slightly making you gag slightly, the squeeze of your throat bring him closer to the edge.
you pulled off of him, using your saliva to coat the rest of him, allowing your hand too glide across him easier. matthew used the hand in your hair to pull you up and reconnect your lips. you moaned into the kiss and he gripped your thighs to lift you up. he walked you over the counter and turned you so you faced the mirror.
he lifted your dress up so it gathered around your hips and pulled your thong to the side. you were already soaking just from sucking him off and he loved it. matthew stuck his middle and ring finger into his mouth, coating them before bringing them down to your cunt. his eyes connected with yours in the mirror and he watched as your jaw fell open at the intrusion of his fingers.
matt curled them down seeking that spongy spot deep in your cunt, smiling when you let out a high pitched moan when he found it. his fingers fucked into you in such a way you weren’t sure you’d be able to replicate by yourself. you’d never felt so full, just from his fingers. your legs began to get weak at the thought. matthew noticed this and pulled his fingers out making you whine in protest.
“calm down,” he said and lifted your hips to line himself up with your entrance. he moved his hands so one was holding you up and the other was guiding his cock into you. he relished in the deep moan you let you and the way you squeezed around him with every inch he pushed in.
“there you go, taking me like a good girl. look at that. such a pretty pussy you got.” his words made your head spin, the look in his eyes almost making you cum on the spot. this. this was heaven. he filled you so deep you didn’t even think this was possible. he pulled out slightly before he began hammering into you.
every thrust of his hips sent you into the counter, you were sure it would leave bruises along the tops of your thigh but you couldn’t find it in you to care at the moment. not when the big hockey player behind you was the cause of it. every thrust had your vision going blurry. his tip kissed your cervix every time he pushed in, balls slapping against your clit in such a way you never thought you’d feel pleasure from.
matthew let out deep groans every now and again, a breathy fuck left his lips everytime you’d squeeze around him, and a lewd squelching sound echoed in the dim bathroom everytime he pushed back in.
“close. i- oh fuck- i’m gonna cum.” your moans picked up, and so did matthew’s thrusts. he put both hands on your hips to pull you back into his, “cum for me pretty. come on, i know you can.”
your vision went dark, your legs shook and your hands gripped the sink in front of you. matthew had never heard such an ethereal moan than yours when you came. cum began gathering at the base of his cock and his thrusts began to fall out of rhythm.
“fuck fuck fuck fuck,” matthew let out before slamming his hips into you, shooting ropes of cum deep into your cunt. his breathing was heavy and he let go of your hips causing him to slide out of you slightly.
he slowly thrusted, riding out the rest of his climax and overstimulating the both of you before fully pulling out. a mix of your cum and his leaked out of you and onto the floor. he moved your underwear back into place and helped pull your dress down.
your legs were weak and sore, but tolerable. you watched the man pull his pants and boxers up and look back at you.
“i’ve got a nice shower at my place. you know, so we can clean up.” matthew said, a sly way of inviting you back to his to “clean up”. you smiled at him and stuck a hand out, “take me home, handsome.”
The only reason I started watching the leafs halfway into the season(first season watching nhl)
idk about you but personally i’m a big fan of our goalie tandem
Guys help I need somewhere to watch the sharks vs leafs game for free??
there is not enough words to explain how much im gonna miss jack
@MapleLeafs: A story of determination
The Toronto Maple Leafs in a nut shell 🙄
They're going to give Sheldon Keefe an aneurysm one of these day.