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nylwnder · 2 months

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a/n: happy third smutty fic drop and happy valentines day (2 days late) <3333333333 pls enjoy this self indulgent daddy dilf captain fic cause i wanted to defy the odds and write for him cause im THAT slut!

pairing: john tavares x wife!reader

warning: SMUT, use of camera during sex, fingering, oral (f & m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, lotus position, creampie, voyeurism, polaroids being found, mom!reader, mention of his kids (because they are the cutest)

word count: 2.9k

taglist: @shoot-the-puck , @11livpangburn , @domi-max , @boqvistsbabe , @sweetiet , @p1tstop , @occasionallyaurora , @laurenairay , @fallinallincurls , @andrea9

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the polaroid slowly spills out of the camera before you grab it to put it on the nightstand.

your husband turns to fully look at you and you face him with a giggle. he was standing on the opposite side from the bed as he was trying to undress from his suit. “mm, didn't know i was on camera” he mumbled, with a smile.

“you can't expect me to not feel a type of way with you in that suit.” you say, moving yourself closer to him, your legs dangling off the bed.

it was the first weekend in a while where the kids were at your parents’ place. so john took you out for dinner to one of your favourite spots.

“plus i haven't used this thing in so long,” you mentioned, turning the camera to see how many polaroids you have left. “nine left”

john grabbed the camera out of your hands, putting it to his face in order to take a picture of you. you were still wearing the dress you put on for dinner. “its only fair.”

the camera clicked again and a polaroid slowly etched its way out once again. the picture developed and soon showed you sat with a perfect smile on your face. your husband smiled at the photograph.

“why stop there?” you stated more so than anything, but kept a soft voice. john looked at you and you watched him back, slipping your bottom lip between your teeth. it was a thought you have had in your mind once or twice.

he set the camera gently aside. grabbing your arms to stand up with him. he reached for the zipper on your back and the material fell off you in a second, revealing a black babydoll slip dress you had on under. john grabs your dinner dress and throws it onto the bench that sits at the end of the bed.

you both break into a smile, as you wrap your arms around his neck. you pressed your lips to him as his hands travelled down your body, squeezing his favourite parts. soon his hands scoop you up and your legs habitually wrap around his torso as you don't break the link between the two of you.

that is until john drops you onto the bed. your hair sprawls out on the bed sheets as a frame around your face. your lips are plump from your kissing and your face is blushy. the lace slip laying delicately on your skin.

flash shined through the room as another polaroid was placed on the nightstand.

you sat up to kiss john again, your hands exploring his chest as more than half of the buttons from his shirt were already open. he catched your lips and your body already felt so hot.

laying back down, john pulls your legs forward so that the plant of your feet sits on his folded knees. that only meant your slip dress ruffled up, making your husband have a perfect view of your matching underwear. a wet spot was slowly forming on the thin material and you felt slightly embarrassed. he hasn't even done anything to you, you thought.

you've been with john for basically half of your life, which only means he has seen you in multiple different situations. he knows his effect on you and your growing wetness brings nothing but a smile to his face, every time. even if he's barely touched you. it's a compliment if anything else.

so why not take a picture, he thought.

you blushed, even more heavenly now. its impossible to even try to feel embarrassed with this man, you thought. though, your body was more so waiting for john to take away the thin separation between him and your core.

so when his fingers hooked on the band of your underwear, rolling them down your legs and discarding them to the side, you couldn't help but let out a little whine.

john took a deep breath as he looked at your dewy cunt. but instead of touching it himself, he took one of your hands and sucked two of your fingers in his mouth. your own mouth opened just a slight and your clit throbbed as you watched him. his eyes, which are looking at you, are far darker now.

“touch yourself, darling.” john demanded, keeping the camera close to reach.

following his words, your wet fingers made their way to your pussy. collecting your own juices and playing with your clit before teasing your hole. john watched closely, his one hand holding your leg apart from the other.

you let out small moans as you worked yourself like you have for years. but you couldn't help but look at your husband in front of you, begging he was the one to bring you to an orgasm next. and the stroking of your fingers was enough to start building a tent in john’s dress pants.

he kept licking his lips as you etched yourself closer and closer. feeling the coil in your stomach near to snap, you threw your head back while biting your lip once again. your fingers deep in your pussy jt took another picture.

by the time john put the film aside you began bringing yourself down from your high. removing your hand from your dripping folds, your husband was quick to close the gap between the two of you. moaning in his mouth as his tongue slipped in between your lips.

pulling apart for air you gave john room to leave kisses along your jaw and neck. moving downwards, as he moved your small dress upwards, your body gave a shiver as his lips kissed your cunt. though the touch so soft you barely felt it, not with the fire burning inside you as he watches you with amorous eyes.

“johnny…” you whined softly, your face with a needy pout. quite honestly, nobody has made you ache between your thighs more than the brown eyed man right below you. you're just grateful he’s your husband, so you can have him at your full disposal.

a subtle smirk appears on john’s face. “of course, angel.”

his head leaned on your inner thigh, taking in the sight of your glistening, dripping cunt once again. a sight he will never get sick of. he slid just one finger in between your wet folds, splitting you open in order to rub the tip of his finger against your clit. your hips chased the friction immediately.

but he was quick to open you up with his mouth and you whimpered and twisted at the delicious feeling of his tongue flat on your pussy. he kissed and nipped gently but firmly, devouring you like a man starved from dinner, despite having eaten your cunt more than the two of you can count.

this time you felt the pressure in your lower belly build easily. faster than with your mediocre fingers. “so close” you murmured with an arched back.

“let me taste you, darling. want to taste that sweetness of yours.”

his lips laying kisses near your entrance as he spoke, his tongue began to move in and out. grabbing the camera from the side, you figured you'd get in on the photoshoot.

its only fair.

moving your free hand to lightly tug on johnny’s hair, you snap a picture before your moans overtake you and your orgasm washes over you.

john catched every drop of your nectar before gracing your cunt with some more kisses. tugging for him by the waves of his hair, he makes his way back up, wrapping his arms under you to pull you up to his lap. reaching for his lips, you grind down at the bulge that sat under you.

you earned a moan from the man, doing it again just to hear the sweet vibrations in your ear.

getting up and pulling him with you, you begin to untug the button up from john’s pants. swiping it off his broad body, it falls to the floor behind him. your hands explore his skin, following the lines of his shoulders down to his stomach. leaving baby kisses over his collarbone, your finger lightly lines his snail trail. so featherlike, you receive a shiver from john. your hands are quick to work his belt and the zipper of his dress pants. yanking them down, your lips connect for a kiss.

you slowly drag his boxers down as you move with them. kneeling on the soft carpet that surrounded your bed, you look up at john. sharing the prettiest of doe eyes, a whine escapes your lips as your hand wraps around his length. red at the tip and thick, aching for a release of his own.

“wanna taste too” you ask, so gently, so innocently against his cock.

“taste all you want, honey.” he replies, filled with an admiring yet anticipating look.

you take the tip of his cock in your mouth, savouring the taste of him. opening your mouth wider you take in his full length and you both let out a moan.

you lick from the base to the tip repeatedly. then bringing your focus back to the head of his cock. quickly, you bring one hand to the base and the other to his balls.

“fuck, sweet girl. just like that.” he moans out as his hips buck, forcing the tip of his cock all the way into your mouth. you gag a slight before adjusting yourself and returning back to your pace.

this is like muscle memory to you, but regardless, you would do anything to see his face scrunch in pleasure and his groans fill the room.

and to hear your name fall off his lips.

which he does as you deepthroat him once more, with teary eyes as you squeeze his balls again and moan for his release.

before he does, he reaches for the camera and catches you looking up at him through your eyelashes. cheeks flush and lips slick with spit around his cock.

he hums in enjoyment as the film is placed to the side once again.

“mm you ready to swallow me up, darling?”

“yes”

“every drop?”

“every drop.” you say with a kiss to his tip as your hands begin to work his length.

it wasn't long before his twitches freed the warm seed in your mouth, looking up at john as he watched you gulp it down.

cleaning off a drop from the corner of your lips, he makes you suck his finger before squeezing your soft chin.

“that's my good girl. always so good for me, huh angel?”

you smile. “mhm” you say, pushing him down on the bed by straddling him again. this time your pussy had full access to his bare thighs. buff and hard, you always stared, even in his blue joggers. and especially when he sat down, all sprawled out, fitting both jace and ax on either leg. rae on his chest.

the father he was, so kind and gentle. so patient and caring. supportive and protective.

he was everything you could ask for and more.

he made it easy. even if he wasn't around sometimes, but when he was, you were at total repose.

his hands ruffled up your slip to tug it off and over your head. “need to see my beautiful wife” he says softly. your bra was equally discarded, john smiled as your breasts sat perfectly in front of him, all for him.

laying on his back he reaches for the camera again by the pillow. he puts it up to his face and the flash shines once more, your bottom lip caught in your teeth slightly. “so gorgeous.”

he sits back up and pulls your hips closer, your nipples rubbing against his chest hair. you whine out gently. his hands cup the curves of them as your hands play with his hair. he leaves warm kisses on the crook of your neck, down to your collarbone and back up to your lips.

you roll your hips habitually, the base of his cock swiping your clit just for a moment. “let me feel you john.” you plead, mouth close to his ear. “i want to feel you deep inside me.”

john lifted your body up in order to slide his cock to your entrance. sitting down on the thick length, you let out a throaty moan. you’d been craving this the whole night. your legs wrap around his waist, putting the both of you into a sitting position with his cock tucked in you.

“feels so good” you breathed out.

“you hug my cock so well, darling.” john says, as you move slowly.

you both shared long, passionate kisses as you continued to gracefully move your hips. the feeling of him deep in you is already enough to get you somewhere.

john loves this position since he can roam his hands over your body and lock his lips with yours with such comfort and ease. but most importantly: watch you fall apart while his cock is hitting the best places inside of you.

whispering sweet things in your ear, john begins to rut his hips upwards. with his movements, he starts penetrating further up against your g-spot, causing you to whine and squirm in his touch.

“that’s it, sweet girl”

he kept his thrusts steady and firm. you were soon being bounced on his length with the help of his strong thighs and arms. “fuck johnny” you yelped, hands on his shoulders for support and your eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. his head is in between your breasts and sharing some grunts against your shiny skin.

your moist walls naturally squeeze around his length, but you could feel his twitching as the two of you moved in unison.

“cum for me angel. let it all drip down.” john dictates, pressing a kiss to your temple.

you let your hips ride out the fire within you. you rolled them, swayed them, as john still pumped into your core. not soon after, with the way your breasts bounced, and how your moans echoed in the room, his own release found home inside you. the warm feeling, so familiar and so comforting.

as you fell back on the bed, john got up and slipped out of you. you closed your legs but you whined at the void.

“let me see” he says softly, using his palms to spread your legs apart. your conjoined cum began to slip out of your pink pussy. john couldn't help but groan at the sight, your head still a bit high.

“quite lewd don't you think?” he says with a smirk, as he clicked the camera button.

he pushed the seed back in with his fingers, as deep as he could go. you whined and arched a bit at the sensitivity. “need that all tucked in there.”

“feel so full”

“good.” you smile at his words.

you took the camera from his hand, “one left.” he nodded his head in your direction, letting you know you could use the final one.

you looked at his body for a bit, and took your hand to lightly scratch down his chest to his stomach. your eyes tracing his v-line, as his cock slowly began to soften. you kept your hand on his torso as you brought the camera to your face with the other. making sure to check that you capture just enough of him — what you would want to see when the bed is empty.

the click projected the last polaroid from the film cartridge. you sat up, john reaching for the pile he had made of you. you grabbed them, reviewing them with a blush across both of your faces.

“you better hope nobody finds them.”

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william wasn't a nosy guy. per say. but when he was handed john's wallet, from the captain himself, he couldn't help but notice the bright white bottom frames sticking out of a slot. the more he moved the wallet to grab the card, the more they tried to slip out.

after securing their purchase, and beginning to walk off to the direction of the table, willy kept his head down to look at the wallet in his free hand. john found him on the way, “everything good?” he asked which, startled the blonde, resulting in the drop of the wallet.

and the polaroids all together.

“shit im sorry man” willy said, going down to help grab the fallen articles. john stood still.

despite the fact the light was dim, it was enough for the swede to see who and what the photos were about. he couldn't help but stay eyes wide as he handed the pile and the wallet back to john. william was rarely fazed, or nervous, but this got him.

he was a little surprised to be faced with a smirking john, but nevertheless he apologised again.

“is that um-”

“y/n? yes will, its my wife.”

he nodded along as they walked back to the table. his eyes caught you as you sat with a wide smile talking with the other wags and guys. he didn't want to think of you, his teammate’s — let alone his captain’s — wife, like that but he couldn't help but feel an affinity for you now.

john sat down beside you, arms wrapping around your frame quickly as he kissed your temple. you turned your head to look up at him, giving him a peck on his lips. “come to the bathroom, angel.”

your body tensed at his quiet words, his hand rubbing your arm. “need to feel you. right now.” your legs pressed hard together, giving a light nod, anticipating what was to come.

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hmneighbors · 12 days

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In honor of the hockey season coming to a close, here's all the top loaders I decorated this 2023-2024 season!

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skjeinon · 2 years

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tavares kinks / what would he be like in bed

YES I CAN

lmfao i had to do some research and watch some interviews to get a grasp of his mannerisms and he seems so kind

- touchy. very very handsy.

- when you’re riding him, he has his hands all over you.

- he loves it when you put your hands in his hair, especially after he grew it out. when he kisses your neck and you pull at his hair?? drives him wild.

- he’s quiet. not like uncomfortably quiet but definitely not one to go crazy with praise yknow. definitely very reserved while he grunts and moans.

- very good massages.

- he seems like he’d be clumsy in bed and then you’d both giggle about it. like my man cannot take off his shirt unless he almost falls over.

- he’s tired of being all dominant and captainy so sometimes he just lets you take over. not even like being dominant but if he’s horny but tired, he just lets you do what you want until you’re satisfied

- loves head. LOVES IT. giving or receiving. it takes him a minute sometimes. you think maybe he’s not sexually inclined but once he finds the spot that makes you tick, you’re cummings in minutes.

- hookups are bad. you have to get with him a few times to get his best. (nothing against you, but he tries to hold back on girls he knows won’t come around again)

- quickies are a hit or miss, a miss if he’s absolutely petrified, a HIT if he absolutely needs it.

- hattie? quickie in the car, 3 orgasms at home yknow the move

- rough game? quickie in the car.

- hand jobs! hand jobs! hand jobs! (w a little spit? bro he’s fucking weak in the knees. head thrown back, hips bucking into your hand?? ugh.)

- now i wouldn’t say he’s huge, definitely not chris kreider big but all captains have BDE. i’m calling thick and not super long, but satisfactory. i feel like i’m not giving this man what he deserves 😭😭

- guys i love john tavares but OBVIOUSLY he’s not my captain, not like chris, jordo and roman

#john tavares #toronto maple leafs #skjeinon answers #nhl writing #nhl smut #nhl imagine #nhl fanfic

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misshoneyimhome · 4 months

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Hey for intern! x Willy maybe a guy asks intern out infront of everyone and she can't really say no cause she doesn't want people to catch on to her seeing anyone and William is fucking pissed. Bonus points if the girls make her go out on this date and Willy is following them. Just shows up after the date and fucks her silly saying she is his

Oh yes, bb! 😉 So I chose to combine this ask with this one, as I thought it might go well together... hopefully you get my idea 🙈🤍 cause yes, that scarf is for multiple purposes 🙌🏼🙃

Warnings; 18+ smut; fingering; unprotected sex (p in v), mild bondage?

Word count: 3.2K

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Everything that kills me makes me feel alive I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️ [intern x willy]

"Hey, the boys are on their way," your manager announced just before you positioned yourself with your phone ready to capture the Toronto Maple Leafs players arriving for tonight's home game.

"Great, I'm all set," you simply replied, smiling as you then awaited their entrance.

This was easily one of your favourite tasks as an intern, even if it wasn't officially part of your job, you were always happy to step in when needed. Watching the guys stroll into the arena in their best attire was nothing more than a visual treat.

First up was John Tavares, looking sharp in his classic outfit with grey dress trousers, a light blue shirt, a matching tie, and a beige blazer.

Then next came Max Domi, opting for a slightly less formal look without a tie and sporting a slightly unbuttoned shirt with a relaxed vibe.

"You're looking good, Maxi," you said, flashing him a sweet smile, which earned you a cheeky wink in return.

Following him was William Lagasson, sporting a more casual look with a beanie, shooting you a quick smile.

And finally, your secret crush, William Nylander, entered the scene. He wore a dark blue suit with white stripes, giving off an almost Italian mafia-esque style, complemented by a pair of trainers and a sleek grey turtleneck shirt. His long blonde hair was slicked back, AirPods in his ears, while casually holding his phone. You had to mentally remind yourself not to stare too obviously – but that was easier said than done.

Shit, he was gorgeous.

However, what caught your eye about his outfit tonight was the small silky scarf elegantly wrapped around his neck.

And as he neared, William noticed you behind the camera and couldn't resist glancing up from his phone, flashing you a confident smirk.

You were aware that when players entered with headphones, they usually preferred not to be disturbed, staying focused on the upcoming game. Yet, as William approached and seemed to be heading your way, you simply couldn't resist.

"Looking quite good, Don Juan," you chuckled lightly, playfully winking at him.

"Seems like you're a fan?" he quipped, lightly tucking on the fabric around his neck.

"Well, they didn’t nickname you 'Willy Styles' for nothing," you teased, gesturing towards his scarf and then back at him.

"Happy you like it..." he spoke softly, ensuring no one else was nearby before whispering, "I always want to look good for you, just like you always look so damn good for me, baby."

In that moment, a tender connection passed between you, causing a rush of sensation that forced you to discreetly clench your thighs together, as you felt your beating vagina almost cream your knickers.

William's smile always had that effect on you. And especially since you'd become more intimately involved, he knew precisely how to push your buttons.

God, you hated him for it. Just as much as you loved him for it.

However, you had to brush off his playful remark. It wasn't suitable given the situation – you were at work, and your "situationship" had to remain casual and at distance.

"Come on, lover boy, keep it moving," Calle Jarnkrok then chimed in from behind as he too entered, prompting William to offer you another wink before sauntering away towards the locker room.

It was one of those moments where you wished you and William could openly flirt. He looked incredibly handsome tonight, and you couldn't help but feel an intense desire for him. But you simply couldn't act on it.

And neither could William.

Despite his habit for pushing the limits, he also knew where the line was drawn. And every passing day made it harder for both of you to maintain composure and professionalism, especially given the increased numbers of time you’d slept together by now.

However, tonight wasn't about either of you.

It was about Captain John Tavares and his 1000 points ceremony, which swiftly diverted your attention from your feelings for William.

And the night turned out to be fantastic. Despite the busy atmosphere for you and the rest of the staff, it was an incredible experience. Even with the loss against the Rangers, the arena buzzed with energy, and the crowd cheering loudly for the players.

Then following the match, the cheers gradually died down as the players headed back to the locker room, and you and your co-worker Melanie found yourselves engrossed in lively conversations with the team's family and friends.

Which wasn’t unusual for you to do. Over the past few months, you’d grown rather close with many of the partners, just like most of the staff members had done as well over time. It was simply a result of spending so many hours, days, and weeks together as a team and a crew.

And this closeness also led you to get to know one of Stephanie and Mitch’s friends, Jared. He'd been around the rink for a while now, and you'd had a few conversations while he’d waited for Mitch to finish training.

Tonight, however, Jared decided to take things a step further. Finding you both attractive and intriguing, he boldly asked you out on a casual coffee date - in front of everyone.

To say you were surprised by his sudden interest would be an understatement. And what made matters slightly worse was recalling that just last week, you had told Steph you weren't seeing anyone at the moment, as you hadn't wanted anyone to know about your forbidden relationship with player in number 88 on the team.

So, standing there, in the hallway with all eyes on you and the handsome man before you, you felt trapped and uncertain how to respond. Yet, naturally, Steph nudged your side, offering an encouraging expression.

"Come on, y/n…" she whispered with a light chuckle, and you knew you had to give in.

"Sure, why not," you flashed a bright smile at Jared, prompting excitement from Stephanie and a few other girls.

However, not everyone shared the enthusiasm about your answer.

Across the room, William's intense gaze bore into you. His eyes aflame with emotion, jaw clenched, his hand formed into a fist as he processed your acceptance of Jared's invitation.

It was the first time he had truly considered that your secret relationship wasn't just something hidden; it also meant the potential for you to openly date someone else. Someone with whom you wouldn't have to sneak around, keeping things casual and under wraps.

He felt jealous.

No, he felt more than just jealousy. He was frustrated, envious, and almost angry at the thought of you being with someone else. The mere idea of another person touching or kissing you turned his stomach.

But despite his attempts to come off as calm and composed, his reaction didn't escape the notice of his close friend and teammate.

"Hey, take it easy, Willy," Calle said softly in Swedish, making sure no one else would understand. "We all know you care for her, but she's not yours to date."

William knew his friend's words were meant to be sensible. Yet, he couldn't shake off the irritating feelings he had about you and Jared.

And the irritation persisted into the following day, where William was aware you had plans to meet Jared for a coffee date. Yet, despite his efforts to distract himself during morning skates and weightlifting workouts, thoughts of you with another man still lingered.

So, instead of heading home, although he knew it might seem immature and a bit of a douche bag move, William decided to go to the coffee place where he expected to find you with Jared. And as he queued up, hearing your beautiful laughter resonate through the room, he tried his best to remain hidden form your view. However, he did purposefully eavesdrop while waiting for his coffee, overhearing your conversation. He listened intensely as you shared your aspirations about your career in marketing and public relations, your upcoming completion of education, and your desire to travel to Europe.

William's heart sank as he almost froze upon hearing Jared mention his wish for a family and how you, too, had thought about a future with children. It was something William had dreamt about as well – having a family of his own.

It was a moment where his worlds collided as the barista called out his name, jolting him back to reality – he was a Toronto Maple Leafs hockey player who wasn't allowed to share his dreams with the one he desired the most: you.

Gathering his thoughts, he then took his coffee and quietly left the shop just before he stole a glance in your direction, but you were too engrossed in conversation with Jared, oblivious to his presence.

And as the evening passed without any word from you, William grew increasingly anxious. Had you developed feelings for Jared? Was his chance with you slipping away?

The uncertainty ate away at him.

And not receiving a response to his texts heightened William's urge to remind you of something.

Meanwhile, across the city, you had just finished a shower, contemplating your day as you blow-dried your hair.

The date with Jared had been pleasant, yet you couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. He was nice, shared your interests, and had a great sense of humour, but there was no spark.

It was nothing in comparison to what you felt with William. And it made you realise that perhaps you'd never experience the same emotions for anyone else.

This revelation saddened you a bit, especially considering you still had six more months of your internship. And what if the MLSE offered you a position afterward that you couldn't refuse, limiting your options? Or what if William ended up moving to another team? It would of course solve the forbidden aspect of your relationship, but it could also mean that he’d have to move far away from you.

The thought of various potential outcomes in your future, none of which involved being with William, made you feel queasy. And you knew you had to remind yourself that despite the enjoyment, it was temporary. Nothing more could ever happen.

That was until your train of thought was abruptly interrupted by a knock on your front door, and without much consideration, you went to check who it was, wearing nothing but a towel.

And as you cautiously opened the door, you were greeted by the sight of your handsome Swedish lover standing in the hallway.

“Willy,” you said softly, slightly surprised, as you opened the door fully. “What are you doing here?”

His expression appeared serious as he confidently stepped forward, invading your personal space.

“I've come to remind you of who you belong to,” he said in a dark and husky voice, entering your studio apartment and closing the door behind him.

You were taken aback. You had never seen such a serious and smug expression on his usually cheerful and flirtatious face. Yet, it intrigued you, and a small gasp escaped you as he drew closer, wrapping his arms around your slender body.

"This we don’t need," he murmured seductively, his fingers deftly undoing the knot of your towel before resting firmly on your hips.

Your arms instinctively reached for his chest, then slid up to encircle his neck as his hands found your bare ass, lifting you effortlessly into his embrace, where you wrapped your legs around his hips in response.

This had almost become routine by now. Your mouths met in a fiery, passionate kiss, tongues intertwining as you both lost yourselves in the moment, while he carried you towards the bed, your lungs emptying for air.

And as he laid you down, a large smirk spread across his lips as he admired your curvaceous figure before him.

Your eyes locked intensely with his, conveying nothing but pure desire. Thoughts of Jared were long gone from your mind, completely consumed by the man standing before you. Anticipation coursed through you, your body tingling in sheer eagerness for what he had in store for you.

And with a mischievous grin still playing on his lips, William retrieved a small piece of fabric from his pocket - the scarf you had commented on during his arrival yesterday. He had been thinking about something since your brief shared moment the previous night, and tonight felt like the perfect opportunity to bring it to fruition.

"Hands above your head," he commanded firmly, and you complied without hesitation.

You were aware of William's penchant for asserting dominance, but tonight, it seemed to intensify a notch. As he leaned over your exposed body, he skilfully used the scarf to bind your wrists together securely.

“Willy,” you moaned softly, your eyes fixed intensely on him.

“Shh, baby, I promise I’ll do you good,” he whispered darkly into your ear. “Far better than he ever could.”

Another soft gasp escaped you as he left you lying on the bed, your senses heightened as his fingers tenderly caressed your skin. Standing by the foot of the bed, he then undressed himself to his boxers, his gaze never leaving you, making the atmosphere charged with intensity even though he had barely touched you.

“You look fucking incredible like this... completely naked and ready for me,” he spoke roughly as he knelt on the bed, spreading your legs further with his body.

"Yes, Willy... I'm ready for you," you cried out softly, trying to maintain your hands where he had commanded.

But William noticed your desire to move your arms. So, while positioning himself over you, he held your wrists down with one hand, teasing the inside of your thighs with the other.

The anticipation was almost torturous, something William was well aware of. Your restrained whimpers escaped your lips as your breathing grew incoherent.

His gentle touch left you yearning, until you felt his fingers teasing you through your folds.

"Oh, yes, baby, so wet for me..."

And more soft cries escaped you as you felt him painfully slowly slide two fingers inside your entrance, gradually stretching your walls.

"Yes, Willy... Please, more," you pleaded, and with a smirk on his lips, he granted your request.

Thrusting deep into your core, he worked his fingers, slightly curling them to heighten your pleasure before withdrawing, leaving you feeling void and empty.

"What?" you cried out in disappointment.

"Not fun to be teased, huh? How do you think I felt when I saw you on a date with someone else..." William's voice carried a tinge of frustration as he pushed his fingers inside you once more, pumping a few times before pulling them out completely.

"Willy... please," you gasped, feeling thoroughly teased. "I only want you..."

The fusion of your words and cries seemed to captivate his thoughts, prompting him to release your wrists. And then he stood up, shedding his boxers to unleash his pulsating cock, already dripping with pre-cum from being aroused all day, consumed with the desire to fuck you senseless.

Then returning to the bed, he knelt down, seized your legs, and forcefully drew your hips closer to him. Placing your feet on his shoulders, he positioned the head of his cock at your entrance before pushing forcefully inside you.

"Fuck!" You let out a loud moan as he thrust deeply and vigorously into you, finding a steady rhythm.

"Yeah, that's it baby! You belong to me," he uttered with a deep breath, continuing his relentless pounding, causing your cries to intensify, as he maintained a strong and unyielding pace, not even allowing you a moment to adjust. However, your juices provided him easy penetration.

It was all so overwhelmingly stimulating; your mind struggled to focus as William's body connected with yours, his hands securing your ankles against his chest.

"You're mine, understand?"

The room echoed with moans as sweat glistened on your skin. And though you desired to move your hands, your body had surrendered entirely to the man driving into you, and you sensed the impending rush of a powerful orgasm about to peak.

However, just as William felt your walls tightening around him, indicating your imminent climax, he decided it wasn't how he wanted you to reach that peak.

Abruptly, he then halted his motions, swiftly withdrawing and releasing your legs. Leaning over you, he untied the scarf, before swiftly turning you around onto your hands and knees and entering you from behind.

"Fuck, yes!" You moaned as he pounded deeply once more, feeling the entirety of his cock filling you.

But for William, this still wasn't enough. With his right hand seizing your hair and his left arm enveloping your torso, he pulled you onto your knees, your back against his chest.

The tug on your hair was gentle, not forceful, and soon his hand shifted, wrapping softly around your neck to steady you against him while he continued his passionate thrusts.

And instinctively, your free hand sought to grip him while the other held onto the hand supporting you around your body.

In this intimate position, your bodies pressed together, exchanging warmth and sweat as William's member glided in and out of your wetness. His lips and teeth found the sensitive curve of your neck, prompting you to lean back, resting against his muscular chest.

"Willy, I'm about to come," you exhaled heavily.

"Me too, baby… come with me," he moaned against the sensitive skin of your neck.

And in just a few more thrusts, both of you surrendered to the sensations, closing your eyes in sheer pleasure as orgasms rippled through your bodies. Minds went blank, and the room filled with loud, ecstatic moans, as he shot his cum into you, your legs trembling, on the verge of collapsing were it not for William's firm grasp keeping you upright.

And instead of letting go, he held you close to him.

Not ready to part from your embrace, he kept himself buried inside of you, ensuring his release covered your walls completely. Then with a deep grunt, he slowly pulled out. You could almost sense the mixture of fluids trickling down your thigh as he gradually separated from your body.

A comfortable silence filled the room as you both, still breathless, disentangled from the position, and William gently guided you to recline with him on your backs, pulling you in for a tender cuddle.

And while resting in his arms, your head nestled on his shoulder, a thought suddenly struck you, prompting you to gaze up at him.

"Willy?" you softly inquired, meeting his eyes.

"Uh-huh?"

"Did you follow me on the date?"

William paused for a moment, acknowledging how it might seem a bit stalker ish. But he couldn't really deny the truth; he had indeed followed you.

"Yeah..." he admitted tentatively, locking eyes with you. "I'm sorry, y/n/n… I know it's not right for me to ask this, especially since we can't be public about our… you know, relationship. But I just can't stand the thought of you being with someone else..."

His breaths were heavy as he poured out his heartfelt confession, and you couldn't help but smile lightly, taking in his words.

"Willy, I don't want to date anyone else… I meant it when I said I only wanted you," you reassured him.

"So, does that mean... we're, like, together?" he asked with a soft smirk.

"I suppose it does," you replied, flashing him a wide smile. “But still in secret of course…”

“Of course,” he whispered softly, before sealing your announced relationship with a soft kiss.

#my asks #intern x willy #18+#william nylander imagine #wn88 imagine #nhl hockey imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine #nhl smut

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hockeybabe · 1 year

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Masterlist⭣

Smut-ꨄ fluff-✮ angst-☯︎

Hockey players

⮑ Mitch Marner

-Branded ✮

- Post Game Blowie ꨄ

-Photoshoot ✮

⮑ John Tavares

- baby on board ✮ ☯︎

- Broken Pieces ☯︎

⮑ Trevor Zegras

-Birthday Blues ✮ ☯︎

⮑ Jack Hughes

- My Rockstar ꨄ

⮑ Quinn Hughes

-Hockey Jersey ꨄ

-Hotel Room ꨄ

-Post Game Blowie ꨄ

-Morning Surprise ꨄ

-Sneak Away ✮

-Yes Captain ꨄ

⮑ Auston Matthews

-Am I Yours ꨄ ☯︎

⮑ Andrei Svechnikov

- Playoff Love ꨄ ✮

⮑ Matthew Knies

-New Guy ✮

-My Girl ✮

-Shoot Your Shot ꨄ

-Family Skate ✮

#hockey #mitch marner #trevor zegras #mat barzal #quinn hughes #jack hughes #sidney crosby #nhl #nhl imagine #nhl smut #hockey players #imagine #ask me anything #reqs open #auston matthews #michael bunting #matthew knies #andrei svechnikov #Matthew Knies

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princesstillyenna · 1 year

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I love today’s chapter so muchh. Smut (at least what is supposed to have been smut) turned to fluffy angst is my favourite trope <3

I TRIED SO HARD TO WRITE SMUT BUT JOHN FREAKING TAVARES WAS ALL "nnooooooo it's UNETHICAL" and like JT babes, it's FICTIONAL, like DOUBLY SO because 1. this is a peice of fiction I am writing and 2. in this peice of fiction, you are ROLEPLAYING but no, he couldn't cope with it. loser (affectionate)

#gcu18+#gcu #group chat shit

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ao3feed-hockey · 2 years

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And they were roommates (Oh my god, they were roommates)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/ris4ze2

by tetramino

"Omg yaaaa this is Mitch come over right now!!! 😍😍😍😍😍 Address 1634 20th st! Blue and white house its the cutest house on the block lol 😜🤗," the text reads.

Okay. So clearly this Mitch doesn’t use any punctuation other than exclamation points. And emojis. Based on this, Auston is ready to accept the possibility that Mitch may actually be a dog that has been gifted the power of human speech and opposable thumbs.

And that’s when Auston spots a blue and white house across the street, nestled between 2 gray ones. “The prettiest house on the block.” And honestly? It really is the prettiest house on the block. There’s a skinny guy standing by the front door with a huge grin on his face, jumping up and down and waving so spastically he looks like a spaghetti strand that's being electrocuted. “AUSTON!!! Are you AUSTON?? BUNTS SAID YOU’D HAVE A MUSTACHE!!!” The skinny guy is yelling. There are people on the street looking at Auston now. Auston suddenly feels more aware of his mustache than he ever has.

Okay, so that’s Mitch? Oh God.

Words: 2965, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Mitch Marner, Zeus | Mitch Marner's Dog, Auston Matthews, Connor McDavid, Michael Bunting, Patrick Marleau, John Tavares, Dylan Strome, William Nylander, Original Characters

Relationships: Mitch Marner/Auston Matthews, Mitch Marner/Connor McDavid/Dylan Strome

Additional Tags: Angst and Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Auston Matthews is a Neurotic Nerd, Mitch is well...Mitch, Stoner Michael Bunting is so valid tbh, Mentions of Marijuana Usage, Inspired by Yours Truly's Harrowing Experiences with the San Francisco Housing Market, Yes the title is inspired by that iconic vine, Yes I use a lot of parenthetical notes (derogatory)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/ris4ze2

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #hockey rpf

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holidaywishes · 3 years

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You Could Stand to Learn a Thing or Two...

Requested: 👍

Summary/Request: i have a smut fic idea: a threesome with john tavares and mitch marner. like imagine mitch eating you out while john fucks him from behind or the other way around 🥵🥵 i love them so much and like it gives me john showing mitch how to please a girl vibes ya know? (i prev sent this to hookingminor but i want a fic of it y’a know)

Warning: smut as requested, language

Author’s Note: First off, credit for this GIF goes to this article on Barstool Sports because I couldn’t find anything that I wanted in the GIF search here. Second, I’ve never written smut like this before -- to be honest, I had no idea where to start -- so I’m not expecting it to be any good. Third, I don’t think I’ll be taking requests like this anymore because they make me a bit uncomfortable but because I already said I’d write this one, I will follow through. Lastly, I’m just going through my requests in order they came in, which is how I typically write them anyway, so if anyone is waiting for something know that it’s coming, I just can’t guarantee a date. I hope it gives you a bit of your feels @all-time-fanatic, and that anyone who reads it, enjoys it a little bit! Stay Golden, loves! <3

masterlist

the other masterlist

The feeling of John’s lips against your neck sent shivers down your spine as Mitch’s hands messaged your legs and a raspy moan escaped your parted lips. When Mitch began kissing your thigh, you jolted at the sudden change in temperature

“Just relax...” Mitch smirked and you fell back into John’s chest

“You’re just cold,” you breathed, “that’s all.” The two continued kissing along your body until John turned your head just enough, locking you in a kiss that nearly left you breathless.

“You ready?” John asked when he finally broke the kiss, glancing at Mitch quickly as if to signal a move to the bedroom, you nodded in response and Mitch was now nibbling at your neck as the three of you walked to your bedroom, his hands placed lightly on your hips. The two took their places in front and behind you, Mitch kept his hands on your hips while John’s fingertips danced along your waist before you pulled you toward the bed. Mitch’s lips soon connected with yours as you could hear John removing his shirt and your hands crept his arms to station themselves on Mitch’s shoulders; your clothes beginning to be torn off your body by the two men around you, moaning at the stimulation you were getting from them. You were surprised when John stood up and walked over to Mitch, who was just taking off his boxers as the two of them stood over you while you lay on the bed

“God she’s beautiful...” John growled, looking over your newly naked body and you blushed as they continued to stand over you, “you know how to make her cum right?” John asked as he removed his jeans and you sat there, admiring their forms.

“Of course I do!” Mitch argued, almost insulted at the implication, before John raised his hands in defense and watched as Mitch knelt down in front of you. “Hi” he whispered before kissing you gently

“Hi” you smiled, kissing him back until he was the one who decided to break the kiss, letting his tongue trace down your chest as he moved down your body. You caught John’s stare for a second, watching him bite his lip as Mitch continued to trail down your body. Suddenly, you were met by Mitch’s big grin telling you to move back against the pillows

“I want you as comfortable as possible” he said and you obliged. When you were finally laying down and Mitch was able to kiss every inch of your skin, you felt the bed shift which could only mean that John had finally stepped onto the mattress. You were too distracted by Mitch’s tongue on your skin to look at John but you did hear him moan lightly, filling the space with low growls as Mitch continued to roam your body; he kissed your hip bones softly before pushing his finger inside you

“Oh fuck” you exclaimed, surprised by the sudden penetration

“Don’t be so aggressive...” John said and you finally looked at him, naked behind Mitch, beginning to stroke his shaft as he held himself in his hand, “you really could stand to learn a thing or two about how to satisfy a woman...”

“I’m not! It’s fine!” Mitch whined back, “I’m sorry, baby, did I hurt you?”

“No, just go slow.” You replied, dropping your head back against the pillows while Mitch pressed his tongue against your folds. John guided Mitch’s fingers into your pussy, soliciting a moan from you

“See,” John whispered, “she can handle two right now because she’s so wet but go slow. Bring her to the edge and then you can eat her out.” Your eyelids fluttered as they remained closed, grinding your hips up into Mitch’s ministrations. When you finally opened your eyes, you saw John thrust himself into Mitch who took his tongue away from your core just long enough to let out a guttural moan, forcing your back to arch at the sound of his pleasure.

“Fuck,” you whimpered as Mitch buried his face back into your pussy, licking and moaning as he did so, his fingers curving as John fucked him from behind, “oh god!” You moaned again, inching closer to your orgasm with each lick from Mitch

“That’s right,” John breathed, “keep pumping your fingers in her. Make her scream.”

“Shit!” Mitch moaned as he kept his fingers curved inside of you, taking his mouth away to bite his lips as John sent deep thrusts into his teammate, John moaning at the sensation he was giving. His thrusts became erratic and the force caused your breasts to bounce and your hips to grind further onto Mitch’s fingers, your chest heaving as both men growled and competed to fill the room with their sounds. You were first to reach your high, cumming over Mitch’s fingers and watching as he continued to lick your folds. John came second, letting out a laboured groan as his hips shuddered and he fell onto Mitch, before rolling onto his back. Mitch was the last to cum, sitting back against his shins and pumping his shaft quickly while he watched your chest rise and fall beneath him, “you look so fucking good. Your face all flushed like that,” he moaned as he trained his eyes on you, his body stuttering as he neared his climax with each motion, “fuck, I’m cumming! Shit!” Your arms kept your breasts pushed close together while Mitch covered your stomach with his load, grunting as he fell onto you, effectively covering himself with his own liquid. John stood up to grab a damp cloth and helped the two of you clean yourselves up

“Anyone up for another round?” He joked, Mitch scoffing in response while you propped yourself up on your elbows and smiled at him

“Let’s give the kid a second to breathe,” you laughed and moved your legs over the side of the bed, “but you’re welcome to get yourself started.” John giggled at your reply as Mitch lay splayed out on the bed, his chest heaving as his eyes stayed softly closed

“Hold on,” he mumbled against the sheets, “I’m fine. Just let me rest. I’ll be right there...” You looked at him, almost falling asleep, before looking up at John and the two of you decided it was best just to let him sleep but that didn’t stop you from tracing his body with your fingers, laughing when he buried his face in your chest.

#John Tavares #Mitch Marner #John Tavares and Mitch Marner #Hockey #NHL #TML #John Tavares Smut #Mitch Marner Smut #John Tavares and Mitch Marner smut #John Tavares fic #Mitch Marner fic #John Tavares and Mitch Marner fic #masterlist #the other masterlist

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flashyfucker · 2 years

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do u have any opinions on tavares. i think he’s a dilf!!!

oh yeah very much dilf (or just Much Older Responsible Friend who is like.. somehow always able to offer advice and insists that he drive you home after dark and maybe u suck him off once or twice to thank him for the good advice but he feels too guilty abt finding it hot and the age gap to be confident enough to pursue his feelings even though they’re CLEARLY mutual)

younger player’s friend x older player mutual pining trope strikes again !!

#john tavares #cw: smut #ff.asks #anon

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kniesyswrld · 3 years

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Dumb Inventions I See These NHLers Making

#hockey imagine #nhl fanfiction #hockey smut #nhl smut #nhl imagine #mat barzal imagine #hockey #nhl x reader #nhl #hockey fic #max domi #john tavares #pierre-luc dubois #josh anderson #joe thornton #ben hutton #craig smith #jake virtanen

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haydnfleury · 4 years

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Good Luck Charm

Who: Morgan Rielly, *Reader*, Toronto Maple Leafs Ensemble [Refer to the tags]

Type: SMUT. ALL THE SMUT.

Word Count: 1.53K

~AO3 Version

Morgan spoils you on your birthday, and has a special surprise for you.

Mo went above and beyond to make sure everything was perfect for your birthday. Everything from cuddling you awake in the morning after letting you sleep in, getting your favourite food, he hasn’t really left your side all day either. Come nightfall, he had invited several teammates to come over to celebrate. The festivities went on for a while before Mitchy had piped up while four of you were on the couch.

“Mo, when were we gonna, you know,” he managed to get out before Marty pulled him back.

“He’ll tell us when Mitch, don’t rush him,” as Mitchy playfully jabbed at him.

“Morgan what’s he talking about?” you turn around in Mo’s arms to face him.

“You know how you wanted to be railed by my teammates? Well, the one’s you’ve okayed anyway?”

It suddenly clicks. Every person he’s invited is someone you’ve said can fuck you. You stumble on your words to make a response, not certain whether to be mortified, shocked, or some hybrid of the two.

“Are… are you guys sure?” asking Marty because he’s the closest one to you.

“Yeah, we’re sure. Right guys?” he asks everyone else who at this point was clearly eavesdropping their conversation, and they all nod in agreement.

Mo caresses your hip gently, “Who do you want to start with Y/N?” he starts, shifting the waistband on your pants down.

“You.”

He smirks and carries you into the bedroom and sets you down on the bed. He then crouches to grab a briefcase from under the bedframe, pulling out the silk and tying your hands above you to the headboard. Next Mo grabs the lube and works it around his fingers before sliding one, then two into you to open you up. With his hands it normally doesn’t take very much time at all to prepare you before you’re ready- he’s gotten you off multiple times with just his hands before.

“Daddy, I need your dick,” you gripe when it becomes obvious he’s prolonging his teasing.

“Okay baby.”

Mo brings the tip of his shaft, already slathered in his precum, up toward your opening, slowly pushing in. He lets you bottom out slowly, but at soon as that happens he fucks you at a vigorous pace. You’re fairly close too.

“Daddy, I’m close.”

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna cum already? I’m only the first one tonight-- oh fuck,” he barely gets out before shooting inside you while you try desperately to delay your own, of which he notices.

“Good boy,” he stops to caress your cheek and hair, “you held it in for me. If any of our friends get you close, you cum. Got it?”

“Yes Daddy,” you reply before he kisses you and goes to grab someone from the other room.

Willy and Zach are the first couple he brings in.

“Oh yeah, Willy, Marty, and Tavey all like being called ‘Daddy’, Travie preffers ‘Sir’,” Mo explains and then retiring back to the living room.

“I’m surprised Tavey’s not with you. Still trying that friends with benefits thing between you three?” you ask.

“Yeah, it works for now,” Zach is the first to answer, “Willy you should top first.”

“Are you ready?” Willy asks tracing his rod around your hole.

“Yes Daddy.”

He lifts your legs onto his shoulders and enters, thrusting in and out furiously. It draws out a lengthy moan as it makes you cum onto your stomach. Zach draws your attention away, tilting your head to your side until you’re face-first in front of his dick. You take it into your mouth and start working your tongue around it. They both seem to cum at the same time, even though neither of them are even touching each other.

Zach swaps places with him, but Willy instead of being at your side he hovers over you, lowering his member into your mouth and down your throat to fuck it. They cum again into you and then get the next person. It’s Tavey.

“How rough do you want it?” is his first question.

“I want it rough Daddy,” and his dick twitches hearing you call him that.

He closes your legs together and has you lay yourself to one side with your legs pulled towards you. He forces his dick through the gap, which was just made much tighter and painful, but at the same time more pleasurable. You try to muffle your moans into the pillow beside you.

“Hey, I want to hear you.”

You stop and let them out unhindered.

“Good boy,” he says as he grasps your hips with enough force they’ll probably bruise tomorrow.

It isn’t long and he already has you cumming, your walls closing down on him making him also shoot. Next. Next comes Travis. He positions himself over you so your heads are at each other’s cocks.

“Ready?”

“Yes Sir.”

You blow each other, but within seconds he fingers your ass with one of his hands. He’s cheating you think, but your hands are literally tied and you have a dick stuffed in your mouth. You lose this race, even though you came several times before he still brought you to your height first. He holds himself off. He waits until he shifts around and gets his cock in your ass and gets a few thrusts before spilling his load. Kappy comes in.

“You fucking done yet Travis?”

“Yeah, worked up much?” he asks as he smacks his ass on the way out.

Kappy wastes no time jumps right in, fucking you into the mattress. For his cockiness, he doesn’t actually last for more than thirty seconds. He looks slightly embarrassed at the situation.

“Uh-- I usually last longer than this.”

He knows he didn’t get you off as much as his teammates prior to him did, so he decides he’s not finished. He firmly grasps your dick in his hands and works it up and down the shaft, occasionally using one of his hands to massage your balls and down your perineum. More cum sprays out of you, and that’s good enough for him. Lastly Mitch and Marty come in.

“Shit. You’re a mess,” Marty looks you over, “it’s definitely not sloppy seconds anymore.”

You can’t help but let out a small laugh.

“I’m more than ready for you Daddy. And Mitch, sit on me.”

Marty enters you, and it’s met with little to no resistance from your hole this time. And it hits you just right, hitting your prostate over and over again with each movement. Mitch rests his rear on your head and holds onto the wall for support, as you work at eating his ass. You buck your hips as your orgasm hits once again, but Marty hasn’t shot.

Mitchy gets off of you and manages to instead get under you, and Marty guides Mitch’s dick next to his own so they can both fuck you at the same time. This time you can actually feel some resistance due to the increased width of the rods railing into you relentlessly. They’re both getting to their edges.

“Hold it.”

Holding it is not what you’re worried about, it’s having to ejaculate for what is the sixth time now. Mitch unloads first, which to your surprise, is enough to trigger yours, and then Marty’s.

“Good boys,” Marty says before smacking your ass.

Mo comes in with two butt plugs. Unsurprisingly the first one falls out of you, but he came prepared with a much bigger one, and that one stays put, keeping all of their cum safely inside you. He unbinds you, you try to get up but you can’t walk. He carries you back out into the living room and onto the couch, no one else seems to have bothered to get dressed again, either that or they don’t care to. He rests on his knees in front of you and you can tell from the look in his eyes what he’s going to say.

“One last time,” as he wraps a hand around your burning red member.

“Fuck, okay Daddy,” and he jerks you off in front of everyone else.

At this point it’s most definitely too much stimulation, but it’s for him, you’d do it another dozen times if it’s for him. Your hands dig into the leather on the couch, turning your knuckles white. It takes several minutes of overstimulation, but at the same time feeling like it’s the perfect amount of stimulation, to get you there, and it knocks the wind out of you when it hits.

“Good boy, you were such a good boy for Daddy and all of our friends,” he praises gently rubbing your thighs.

The next day they had a game, and absolutely destroyed the competition. They somehow manage to convince the team staff to bring you with them and have you in the locker room before each game. And so every time the Leafs play, you’re in there. Hands tied to Morgan’s stall, and the first and second line, and two d-men repeat the same thing they did on your birthday. The team never lost after that. You were their good luck charm, there was no way they were letting that go, and you were more than happy to oblige.

#Smut #William Nylander #Mitch Marner #Zach Hyman #Morgan Rielly #John Tavares #Travis Dermott #Matt Martin #Kasperi Kapanen #RPF #Player x Reader/Player #My Writing*

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