#mitch marner imagine
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━ 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐈𝐀𝐍.
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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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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
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threesome w mitch and auston
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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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mitchie marny please n thanks 🙏🏼
Photoshoot | M.Marner
Not my gif
Pairings: Mitch Marner x fem!figure skater
Summary: you get an offer to represent leafs merch with Mitch
Warnings: swearing, make out session, fade to black smut, Mitch’s a nice guy
Word count: 612
Note: first off I choose a cute imagine. But I really want to thank you guys for the appreciation on Sneak Away like lots of love. Also major thank you for the 300 followers. Love you all so much.
When you had first got the call to do the shoot, you were over the moon. You’d been living in Toronto for as long as you could remember and living there also meant living so close to a rink to practice for all competitions. To most countries you were another figure skater, but to Canada you were a sensation, very close to Tessa Virtue.
When your coach told you that the leafs wanted to partner with you, you couldn’t help but be excited. So here you were walking down a tunnel following your stylist and a leafs representative. “Okay so Y/N, you’re going to change into these and we’ll see you back in that room.” They told you, handing you a jersey.
It was a regular leafs jersey with the blue being the prominent colour however, this jersey had the All-Star patch on the shoulder. You examined the jersey, looking at the back number, number 16, Marner. Your heart gushed and a blush rose to your cheeks.
You walked out of the change room and headed to the studio for where you’d be taking the photos. “You look great!” Your stylist gushed. “So we’re gonna have you stand there and Mitch over here will be right behind you.” The photographer said, pointing to Mitch who was beside him.
You nod your head, allowing the stylist and photographer to walk away, leaving you alone with Mitch. “Hey, sorry about the late notice. I thought they would’ve told you,” Mitch says nervously while shaking your hand. “Oh, no it’s fine. Makes me feel less nervous.” You say, giving Mitch a bright smile.
“This makes you nervous?” He motions to the photoshoot going on behind him. “Not all the times you perform in front of hundred of people.” You laugh at his exaggeration. “between you and me, the ice is my home. There’s no fear, there is only peace.”
Mitch looks at you with such adoration. All the words you were saying to him about skating are just what he felt when he played hockey. Although no one enjoys losing, he still felt better on ice than walking on concrete.
“Okay, you two lovey eye makers, time to do the shoot!” The photographer shouts. You and Mitch both blush but comply. The photoshoot went on calmly. You felt more comfortable knowing Mitch was in the room and the fact that he was whispering nice things in your ear and some poses being of him holding your waist and you two smiling at each other.
“Last shot. Mitch, I want you to point to y/n’s back while she stands facing you. So her face won’t be in shot.” The guy explains. You turned around to face Mitch to see him already staring at you before posing for the camera. You stared at him during the time and you could see the smirk growing on Mitch’s face.
“That’s it, folks! Good job everyone!” The photographer yelled out, already putting his equipment away. “Well, that’s it.” You say, facing Mitch, fiddling with your hand. “Maybe it can be a bit more.” He says confidently.
A half an hour later, you back at Mitch’s apartment and you back against his door and your lips attached to one another. You moan into Mitch’s mouth as he runs his hands over your body, feeling very curve. “Good, you’re so beautiful.” He groans, looking up and down your body.
“We should probably take this to your bedroom.” You suggest playing with the hem of his sweatshirt. “Yeah, one hundred percent.” He says, trailing kisses from your neck to your lips. “If we make it there.” He mumbles before crashing his lips to yours.
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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.
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he’s everything i could ever want; in my dreams he has sharper teeth.
am34 x reader: what mitch doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
(warnings: blasphemous filth, unprotected penetrative sex (m on f), no choking (jk of course there’s choking), hair pulling (guttural growling noise), fingering, marking (don’t tell anyone, but i personally find hickeys gross. i’d let quinn though. irrelevant. c’mon, let’ get back on track), degradation, whining and whimpering like a motherfucker, praise, cheating (guys i’m serious don’t cheat on your partners. i know i made it sound so hot but don’t do it. even your lame boyfriend doesn’t deserve it). please be warned, don’t read if you’re not 100% sure.)
a/n: please be kind. i didn’t check for typos. jesus christ it took a long ass time to get to the meat and potatoes here (the sex. the meat and potatoes is the sex). tried to make the plot worth it, let me know if it sucks. not for mitch (consider it a punishment for that embarrassment of an allstar breakaway challenge). i wish auston “calls his girl angel” matthews wasn’t injured. counting down the days until his return like in the phineas and ferb theme song. sorry everyone, but am34 is for sure a great guy until his friend’s fiance wears a short skirt. anyways, see the author’s note at the end for an announcement. gif is not mine. enjoy.
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in your opinion, auston had been doing a haphazard job of trying to hide his attraction towards you, considering you were engaged to his best friend.
maybe he just wasn’t trying to hide it.
you couldn’t really remember exactly when it had started. when you would catch his gaze lingering especially long during a greeting glance. when you began to notice how just how often he would pass behind you in a crowded room, place a broad hand on your waist as he squeezed past.
“‘scuse me, angel,” he would say into your hair. you hated yourself for the way you would shiver. the place his hand had been always felt like it was burned into you like a brand.
you were surprised mitch hadn’t noticed.
mitch, the doting fiance, the kindest partner, the person you truly wanted to spend the rest of your life with.
you just wish he wasn’t as sweet, as kind, as (it killed you to think it) bland as he was in bed. you hadn’t had a truly satisfying orgasm in much too long. your body could only take so much temptation.
and tonight, auston was being unfairly tempting. you went to give mitch a good luck kiss before he went into the locker room, as you always did. “good luck, mitchie!” you said with a bright smile, gently pressing your lips to his.
“thanks, sweetheart,” he said after you had both pulled away, “i’ll see you after.”
he walked into the locker room, and you turned to make your way to your seat. and you would have, if you hadn’t walked straight into auston’s chest. his low laugh was little more than a grumble as he steadied you with a hand on your hip.
“better watch where you’re going, angel,” he said, “don’t want to run into trouble, now, do you?”
you scoured your stunned mind, looking for a coherent thought. you cleared your throat, pulled away, put on your most convincing, neutral smile. “sorry, auston,” you said.
he smirked, clicked his tongue.
“i’ll see you tonight?” you asked politely, “you’re coming to our place after, right?” you were referring to the post game parties you and mitch always threw for the team.
“oh, i don’t know,” he said, voice growing gravelly, “do you want me to?”
you gulped, nodded. “mitchie always loves when you come-”
“i didn’t ask if mitch wanted me there.” you rocked back and forth on your feet. “i asked if you did.” he awaited your response, the picture of patience.
you cleared your throat again. “i would like you to be there, yes,” you all but squeaked.
“then i’ll be there, angel,” he said. “now, go on. you’ll want a good seat for tonight.”
you didn’t know quite what he meant until the game.
from your seat, you could fully appreciate auston’s performance. all three goals worth. you so badly tried to focus on mitch, and and he did great, but auston was undeniable.
and, worse, every goal of his gave way to a different celebration, all of which made your skin start to crawl with desire. after his last goal, he had the gall to look right at you and smirk. you uncrossed and crossed your legs, appalled at the fact that you were growing wet. you just waited for the game to be over.
finally, it was, and you all but tackled mitch in congratulations, trying to rid your mind of auston.
it didn’t work. at home, party in full swing, you were having a hard time focusing, swirling your drink around as you sat on the arm of mitch’s chair. “gonna get another drink,” you muttered before making your way down to the basement, where you stored all the alcohol you liked. you were bent over a cooler when you felt him behind you.
“what’s wrong, angel?” auston asked. you bolted upright, shut the cooler, found him close enough to touch.
“nothing’s wrong, auston,” you managed to bite out, “c’mon, let’s go back upstairs.” you didn’t trust yourself.
he made that clicking noise that made you shiver. “see, i would angel, if i thought that’s what you really wanted.”
he raised an arm and rested in on the wall above your head. you retreated, leaned back, found yourself boxed in.
“that is what i want,” you whispered. no one believed you.
“yeah?” he asked, leaning forward. “then why do you blush whenever you see me?” he ran a ran along your cheekbone, watched a pink tint bloom there. you didn’t answer. “why do you clench your legs together when i touch you?” silence. “why are you soaked right now, angel?”
you whimpered.
“and don’t say it’s for mitchie, because only brats lie.” he brushed a strand of hair from your face. “and you’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”
you nodded before you knew what you were doing, the most you could muster, and that was enough for him to duck down and claim your lips in a forceful kiss. you moaned into his mouth, wrapped your hands around his neck. he kissed you deeper, harder, before lowering his mouth down to suck and nip at your jaw, then your neck.
“n-no marks,” you stuttered. “he’ll see.”
his chest rumbled in a laugh, he sucked harder. “you know what?” he rasped into your collarbone, “don’t think i care too much about that.”
you whined in protest. “aw, poor angel,” he said, voice dripping in false sympathy. “how about this, hm?” he brought a hand down and pushed a thick finger inside you. “if i fucked you, would you feel better?” he moved his finger in and out.
you gasped, scratched your nails along the back of his neck, grasping for support. he tsked, moved the hand above your head to your throat, forced you to look at him. “answer me, angel.”
“yes,” you choked out. “want you to fuck me, auston, please.”
“good girl,” he hummed, then abruptly flipped you around so that you faced the wall, your hands bracing the impact. you heard the rustle of clothes before his thumb returned to your clit, making your chest slump against the wall.
still absorbed in the feeling of his fingers, you cried out when he first thrust into you, made you glad music was playing so loudly upstairs.
he groaned so loudly that you reached a hand back to cover this mouth, quickly tearing them away when he nipped at your fingers.
“what, angel?” he asked, stretching you out hard and deep, “don’t want them to hear?” he gave a particularly forceful thrust, savored the way you moaned. “don’t want mitchie to hear his best girl getting fucked how she deserves?”
you clenched at his words. one hand still working on your clit, he again brought a hand to your throat and squeezed, dragged your head back to look at him. “maybe you’re just not his, then, hm?” you whimpered, overcome with sensation.
“he doesn’t fuck you like i can, yeah?” he continued, his voice the only thing you could focus on. you shook your head and pressed your hips back against him, groaned at the new angle. you let him hold your neck up, melted into his support.
“he can’t,” you gasped, “only you, auston.”
“what would mitchie say if he saw you like this, hm?” he grunted. “his sweetheart falling apart on my cock?”
you reached a hand behind his neck and grasped a handful of his hair. he hissed, pulled your head up, made your back arch farther.
“gonna cum, auston,” you said, barely hearing your own voice.
“yeah, angel?” he said, through clenched teeth, hitting that spot inside of you, making you see stars. “cum, then. look at me.” he quickly rubbed his whole palm back and forth across your clit. “be a good girl and cum on my cock.”
his words sent you over the edge. your legs shook as he groaned deeply and spilled inside of you, holding your body up as you collapsed against his massive frame.
you existed in a blissful afterglow for a few moments, chests heaving. you enjoyed the weight of his body against your back. he kissed a spot behind your ear. “did so well for me, pretty girl.” he said.
the moment was broken when you heard the basement door open. you froze.
“you down there, sweetheart?” mitch’s voice called down the stairs.
you bit your lip, felt auston smirk into your neck. “yeah, mitchie,” you called, willing steadiness into your voice. “be right up!”
“‘kay!” he replied. “seen matty at all?”
you eyes widened. “your sweetheart was just showing me your new renovation down here,” auston interjected. “we’re coming back up.”
“sounds good!” mitch’s cheery voice responded. you exhaled as you heard his footsteps carry him away.
you tore yourself from auston, leaving the heat of his body behind you, began to get dressed in a hurry.
taking a deep, stabilizing breath, you began to climb the stairs back up to the party.
“angel?” you could hear the arrogance in his voice as you turned around with reluctance. “you want everyone to know how good you are for me, hm?” he nodded down to your exposed chest, littered with marks he had made. your eyes widened, terrified.
“relax,” he said, an air of humor in his tone. he tossed you a zip-up, which you immediately put on. “those marks are just for you.” his eyes burned. “every time you look in the mirror, i want you to remember what it feels like to cum on my cock.”
despite yourself, you licked your lips, making his smirk deepen.
“now, c’mon, angel,” he said, “mitchie’s waiting.”
fin.
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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 😂
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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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“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.
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"i was sort’ve hoping you needed me. is that selfish? " and Mitch Marner is trying to comfort the reader after he heard they were upset about something
You never missed a game.
Unless it was absolutely necessary, or the game wasn’t at home, no matter what, Mitch could always count on the fact that if he needed a pick me up he could spot his best friend wearing his number in the stands with a smile on their face and an encouraging thumbs up to quickly follow.
So, when Mitch spends the better part of the game against the Islanders wondering where you are, he can’t even focus on the fact that this should have been an easy win. But the team loses 3-2 and he’s still thinking about you.
“What’s up?” Auston asks when Mitch bumps into the doorframe on the way into the locker room.
Auston spots the thousand yard stare from miles away and can’t help but feel concerned for his friend. He figured Mitch would respond with some answer about you and he worries what has happened between the two of you that has Mitch so distracted.
“(y/n) wasn’t at the game tonight,” Mitch replies and Auston tilts his head in confusion.
“And?”
“She never misses a game, Aus.”
Auston leaves it at that, knowing Mitch won’t change his mind for anything. Even though Auston could see there were probably a million reasons that weren’t life threatening to make you miss the game.
However, Mitch has never been good at thinking straight when it comes to you. You were his best friend. His girl. His world. He needed to make sure you were okay before anything else.
So, that’s how Mitch finds himself sitting in front of your apartment door and ringing the bell obnoxiously like he paid rent. Inwardly, Mitch was panicking. He had no idea what he would find when the door opened and that’s what scares him. He needed you to be okay. And if you weren’t, he needed to be there for you whether you wanted it or not.
“Mitch?” you question when you swing the door open to find your very anxious best friend standing there.
Mitch doesn’t say a word, he dives towards you, wrapping you up tight in his arms and carrying you further into your apartment after shutting the door behind him. He sets you down on the ground but keeps his firm grip around your waist as he explains.
“You didn’t come to the game,” he states like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Oh I,” you start, trying to think of a reason to explain but fail. It suddenly occurs to you that just because you missed one home game with no explanation that warranted so much anxiety on Mitch’s end that he had to come see you.
“That’s why you came?” you ask quietly.
“I was sort’ve hoping you needed me,” he murmurs awkwardly and your head jolts up to look at him. “Is that selfish?”
“Not selfish at all,” you respond and Mitch looks at you with hope in his eyes. “It’s sweet. And correct.”
Mitch smiles softly at you, hauling you back up and into his arms. He carries you until you’re sat in your bed with him by his side, ready to listen to anything you had to say.
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paper rings- m. marner
masterlist
t-swift inspired works list
requested: n
pairings: mitch marner x reader
warnings: just Taylor swift song mention + incredibly short
a/n: still taking requests!
Kiss me once 'cause you know I had a long night
Kiss me twice 'cause it's gonna be alright
Three times 'cause I've waited my whole life
you watched your boyfriend, of three years, shake a martini for guests at a wedding. it was almost like it was his calling to be a bartender. you didn’t know how he even got behind the bar or what even happened for him to be in that place, but you know one thing was for sure. he was killing it.
“you love him don’t you?” you heard a voice from behind you. you didn’t realize how long you had been standing there, or even how long mitch had been making cocktails to even notice Auston Matthews was behind you the whole time.
“a warning would have been nice.” you moved out of the way of the other guests to the side of the bar, still able to see Mitch and for him to know you were there. he kept checking on you from time to time, but he was having the time of his life.
“sorry, I couldn’t watch you gawk at him for too long or else you might ruin the happy couples wedding.” Auston snorted, taking the drink mitch poured for him. you barely even got to open your mouth before mitch moved on and was working up a sweat.
you both watched for a bit longer before the bartenders finally got tired of Mitch’s overenthusiastic characteristics, and his ideas for shots. it wasn’t even two seconds you got him back before he was joining the fun.
“if you were to get married right now, would you do it?” Auston asked, nodding his head over in Mitch’s direction watching him hype up the bride. you knew your wedding would always be magical, but once you met mitch you didn’t care where you got married. you just wanted him.
“I’d marry him with paper rings if it meant I married him now.” the idea of marriage was always a topic of conversation when you got invited to weddings. you knew Mitch was the one since you met, and you had no question he would pop the question soon.
“well you’re in luck, I heard the priest is still here if you’re serious.” Auston pointed him out, the priest was talking to the parents of the bride. it almost felt like the stars were aligning, but you would never overstep someone else’s perfect day. you would wait for your own.
you shook your head turning to Auston, “no, I’ll have my own wedding some other time, Auston.” you shot a look at the dance floor that was turning into the tossing of the bouquet. someone else’s turn to get married next. you didn’t even hesitate to make your way to the dance floor or shove your drink into Auston’s chest.
you caught Mitch’s eyes with all of the other guys rooting(or disapproving) of their girlfriends wanting to catch the bouquet badly. you could hardly read what he was thinking, but you knew the look was not a nervous one.
you caught a glimpse of Auston whispering to Mitch, most likely about the conversation you just had, but the bouquet flying in the air right towards you snapped you out of your thoughts. before you even knew it the bouquet was in your hands. when you looked up from the beautiful arrangement of blue, white, and pink flowers you were met with Mitch’s excitement coming towards you.
“so? tonight? how does that sound?” he pulled you aside from all the jealous bridesmaids, upset guests, and fuming mother in laws.
“mitch, we don’t have rings.”
“then let’s use napkins. you said you’d marry me with paper rings, so let’s do it!”
Darling, you're the one I want
In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams
Oh, you're the one I want
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M. Marner - Depths Of Love
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Mitch Marner x Reader
Word Count: 1.8k
Warning(s): death of a loved one, angst, coping, moving on.
“We grew together, and now are grown. In her eyes, I see my heart. In her breath, I hear my soul. She is my land. She is my skin. My love.”
“All wounds heal. Even these."
“I'll never be healed of Eo. That pain will last forever.”
"Some things do not fade. Some things can never be made right.”
“There’s pain when I hold her, but it comes from the past…. She is something new, something hopeful. Like spring to my deep winter.”
Bonus points if you know the books these quotes are from!
I didn’t know what I wanted to write at first, I just knew I wanted to write for Mitch.
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“Mitch?” Auston stepped up beside his friend, resting a hand on the chilly damp fabric of Mitch’s suit jacket.
“I know.. I know.. I’m gonna get there.”
“There’s no rush, bud. Take your time.”
They stood together for what felt like hours. Mitch held the red rose in his hands, as delicately as he held her hand when she passed. Auston’s hand remained on his back, occasionally rubbing in an effort to console his lost friend. Mitch’s eyes had been red since he woke up that morning. His body had been on autopilot, gathering the belongings and items that had to go home with her family. Putting on a black suit he stuffed in the back of the closet forever ago. A black suit he said he never wanted to wear because it was too mundane. He had cooler things to wear. Now he understood why black fit funerals so well.
“What’s going through your mind?”
Mitch let out a shaky sigh.
“She’s gone. I’m gonna drop this flower and that’s just that.. she’s gone. They’re gonna-“ he choked on a breath of air, tears spilling down his cheeks once again.
“Buddy, you have to drop it eventually.”
“I didn’t want her to go.”
It was untimely. They’d just gotten engaged. They just began a binder full of wedding plans. She just began her journalist career. She had an extensive article on Mitch’s career she wanted to publish.
Then she got sick. Mitch’s world slipped from his fingertips more and more every day. He didn’t know how to grip onto anything when it was all just sand, blowing away. He lost it all so quickly. He felt like his whole world lost its meaning. The sun set, and the moon was dull. The stars in the sky didn’t even entice him. Nothing sounded interesting when she wasn’t there next to him.
Mitch released the flower only as a means to free his hands to grab ahold of Auston. Matthews’ arms enveloped Mitch in a grasp that was desperate and understanding. Auston held onto Mitch while he sobbed, the simple sound of agony causing the others gathered to allow the tears of their own to fall.
Mitch clung to Auston through the transition. Cleaning his house, attending therapy, deciding how to move forward, returning to hockey. He kept in touch with her family for the first week or so, then at some point, they all stopped texting and calling. It took months before Mitch’s life returned to a routine normalcy that was much like the one before her. Zeus slept in the bed again, his late nights were spent watching tv in bed, his dishes were only cleaned when the sink was full.
Sometimes Mitch slipped up to his attic to visit her. The items of hers that he kept. The wedding plans, the ring, the few articles of clothing. Sometimes he’d spend so many hours up there, that he’d fall asleep. Then eventually, he stopped visiting. His life became hectic. Enveloped it hockey. A firm distraction. A good one.
Then we met. Mitch’s smiles reached his eyes again. His giggles sounded genuine. The center of his world shifted again, to hold myself and hockey. He was guarded at first, but I was patient. I met her before I met his family. Mitch told me of her. She seemed wonderful. Like somebody I would have been friends with. Which was why I made a silent promise to myself, that I would not turn him into somebody she would have hated. I made a silent promise to her, that I would protect him. Hold him, and care for him. And that’s what I did.
Some days were better than others. We’d stay in and cook, or go out for dinner and dessert. Sometimes Mitch wanted me to join him for a quick skate. Other days, he wanted to join me in bed while I read. It wasn’t always perfect. Sometimes he’d randomly cry. I learned, sometimes I simply had to stop whatever I was doing to be there for him. If he wanted it. He was good at hiding away when he didn’t want any consolation. Other times, he’d be gone so long that I’d go looking for him, only to find him struggling to breathe in the corner of his room, on the floor with his dog curled up by his feet.
“Mitchy?” I cooed as my feet padded down the hall, stepping into the bedroom I woke up in. He was laid out on his stomach, in bed. His muscles looked tense, easily noticeable due to the lack of a shirt. I couldn’t see his face, but I could tell by his heaving breaths that something wasn’t right. Then I heard his soft cries.
I slowly wandered over to the bed and climbed in next to him, laying on my stomach and tossing an arm over his back to gently rub his skin.
“Deep breaths, sweetie.” I’d press occasional kisses to the side of his arm.
“I know,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and broken.
“Don’t rush, hun.”
At some point, the tears stopped and the kisses began. Mitch would never forget her. She would never leave his heart, but he let go of the guilt. He told her of me. He told her how much he loved me. He showed her the ring he bought before he ever showed Auston.
“I think she’s really gonna love it.” Mitch smiled down at the ring box in his hands, seated in the grass by her headstone. “She loves square diamonds.“ He shook his head in disbelief. “I really hope she says yes.”
I did. It was a no brainer when he got down on one knee. When he asked me to spend his forever with him, I didn’t have any doubts. I worked far too hard, and loved him too much, to give him up.
There were moments after the engagement where he was tense. Nervous and stressed over recalling the moments when he lost his late fiancé. I had to remind Mitch that the uncertainty couldn’t stop him from living. I couldn’t assure him that he wouldn’t lose me. There would always be that possibility. What I did tell him, was that it was important to live in the moments while they last. To forget about the ‘what ifs.’
Mitch asked if his dog could be the ring bearer. I made him promise that Zeus wouldn’t jump on everybody. We comprised that Auston could walk the dog down the aisle.
“We are gathered here today…”
“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” He whispered through clenched teeth. Mitch’s smile was contagiously wide. We stood so close that the priest was almost unable to be seen between us.
“I love you,” I spoke in a hushed tone. Mitch’s cheeks flushed.
“Don’t say it yet.” He squeezed my hands.
“Are we done yet?” Our heads snapped in the priest’s direction, our faces flushing.
“Sorry.” Mitch muttered.
The ceremony went by in a twinkle of wonder. Mitch pulled his vows from his pocket in the form of notes on his phone. I had done the same on my own, but my dress didn’t have pockets, so my maid of honor had to hold my phone for me until I was ready for it.
“Okay..” Mitch blew out a tense puff of air. He held his phone up, big blue eyes flickering between myself and his phone.
“Mitchy.” I caught his attention. “There’s no rush. Take your time.” The tension eased from his shoulders, then he nodded.
“Your patience gave me time to grow. I didn’t know what to do with my life for a period of time. I was walking in circles, until you paved a new path, and held my hand every step of the way. I get lost easily. Incredibly easily. And I couldn’t have fallen more in love with you than I did. I know it wasn’t easy.” I wanted to wipe the tears from his cheeks, but for the sake of not distracting him, I kept my hands to myself. “I know I made it hard on you, but I’m so happy you stuck it out. I can’t wait to spend every tomorrow with you.”
Only when he put his phone away, did I reach out to cup his cheeks in my hands. Mitch sniffled quietly. I would have kissed him then and there, if not for tradition.
“Miss?”
“I’m getting there.” I answered the priest with a quiet laugh. I pulled away from Mitch and turned to my bridesmaid to grab my phone. When I looked back at him, I reached for his hand with my free one.
“Mitchell,” the use of his full name made him smile. “You hold my soul. My entire being. You fulfill a part of me that nobody else could. We’ve grown together, and we’ll continue to do so. The timing with which we met each other, was perfect. One second later would have been too late. Please never forget my vow to love you for eternity. Even as the days pass by, and we grow old.”
When we kissed, I could feel the tears on Mitch’s cheeks. The cheering and excitement in the background was just that. Background noise. Our first kiss was as intimate as our first dance. We felt like the only two in the room, sharing moments we never thought we would have the privilege of sharing with anybody.
Mitch spun me around, content smiles on our lips. His hands found my hips when I faced him again.
At some point the song ended, but we never stopped swaying. Mitch’s arms wrapped around my midsection, and his chin came to rest on top of my head. There was the occasional flash from a camera, quiet whispers, but nobody said a word to us for a while. Until I heard Mitch’s mother from behind him.
“Mitchell?”
“I’m not done yet.” He fussed, his grip tightening around my body.
“There’s no rush, baby. I just wanted a photo.” He slowly turned us in her direction. I lifted my head from where it had been resting against his chest.
“Smile for me, sweethearts.” The woman held her phone up. When the flash of her camera lit up the dim room, we both laughed.
“Okay, okay. I’ll leave you guys alone now.” She squeezed her son’s arm before slipping off to find her husband.
Mitch and I slowly looked back at one another.
“I can’t wait to get you home,” he confessed softly as he pressed a kiss to my forehead.
“No rush, baby.”
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Zeus' Day | M. Marner
pairing: Mitch Marner x gn!reader
Word count: 0.7k
warnings: allusions to sex, kissing?
requested: yes
not my gif!
“Zeus!” you woke up to Mitch groaning at the dog, getting up to see him standing in the kitchen with spilt pancake batter. You laughed at the scene, Zeus now licking up the batter.
“What happened?” Clearly Mitch wasn’t paying attention to anything other than his dog, jumping at the sound of your voice.
“Jeez, Zeus jumped and knocked the bowl off the counter.” you laughed at the explanation, making Mitch roll his eyes.
“It’s okay, it’s his birthday.” you said, petting the dog. Zeus basking in the attention, rolling over at the touch, sliding the bowl further over on the floor.
You would’ve never known Mitch was taking a picture had it not been for the click with a ‘oops’ muttered behind you. Turning to see him, a cheeky grin on his face.
“Mitchell,”
“Be nice, you love me, remember?”
You didn’t answer that time, jumping at him instead. Unprepared for the force, he almost fell, stumbling back before wrapping his arms around you. Keeping you tight against him before peppering you with kisses, making you laugh, the noise bringing Zeus over. When Mitch fell back onto the couch, Zeus clearly thought it was the perfect time to join. Jumping on the couch, smothering Mitch in the process, before settling on the unused cushion beside the two of you.
You rolled off Mitch, moving to Zeus, giving him more affection for the day.
“Why are you giving my dog more affection than me?”
“Because it’s his birthday.”
The next few hours were spent similarly, with Mitch complaining and you saying it was Zeus’ day.
“I’ll make a deal, we were doing this either way, but we make Zeus a cake and then you give me some attention?”
“Deal.” you grinned, pulling him into the kitchen, finding everything you’d need.
“Okay, what’s the first step?”
It was a pretty simple recipe, easy to follow. Zeus’ cake was done in an hour, decorating and all.
“Zeus!” Mitch called for him, you stood back, recording the scene. Zeus came running in, sliding up to Mitch. Mitch leaned down, placing the cake on the ground for Zeus, where he dug in immediately.
The cake was gone in minutes, laughing as Zeus made a mess everywhere with it, knowing you’d need to clean it up in a few minutes. Mitch grabbed the plate from the dog, tossing it into the sink before giving Zeus a bit of attention, you still stood recording the entire moment before posting it on instagram. Then cleaning up all the missed cake, throwing it out after offering it to Zeus, who refused. When you thought the kitchen was clean, you ventured to the living room, where Mitch was on the couch with Zeus, tucked against his side, so you quickly took a picture, posting it on your story and tagging Mitch.
Looking through Mitch’s story after, seeing all the photos of Zeus he posted and he shared your story on his too.
“What happened to needing all my attention? You seem pretty content with Zeus.” he rolled his eyes, pulling you onto his lap.
“I love my dog, don’t get me wrong, but your attention is so much better.” leaning in to kiss you, giving you the time to wrap your arms around his neck first and tangle through his hair. Chasing your lips when you tried to pull away, keeping you pressed into him, until Zeus whined beside.
You took the moment to pull away, looking at the dog.
“What’s up buddy?” He whined again, pushing himself between the two of you. “You’re jealous huh? Just like your daddy.” you giggled, Mitch's fingers tickling your sides.
“Take it back!” he chanted, still running his fingers along your sides to elicit laughter from you.
“Never!” and so he didn’t stop, instead laying you on the couch, Zeus falling on you, to get better leverage. “Okay! Okay, I surrender! I take it back.” finally he let off, shooing Zeus off you to fall on top of you.
“Are you happy now? You got all my attention.” you played at Mitch, him nuzzling into you.
“Meh, could have more.” you could feel his smirk as he said the words, slightly muffled. You smacked his back lightly.
“Mitchell!” you groaned.
“What? I’m sure Zeus wouldn’t mind, he can live without your affection for a few hours.”
“Mitchell Marner, we are not ditching your dog on his birthday.”
“But-”
“No, it’s Zeus day.”
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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
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NHL Recommendations
Fic recommendations that you guys should definitely check out.
(series) Road Wife - by @cellythefloshie 18+
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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.
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you're all mine, you got that? i'm not sharing."
with mitch marner 🩶🩶
hope you like this nonnie :))
"who's a good boy?" you cooed, pulling zeus close to you.
the chocolate lab barked excitedly, jumping up and down to give you kisses. you laughed in response, sitting on the floor and holding him close.
"i missed you too," you grinned.
"excuse me?" mitch stood in front of you. "can't believe you love the dog more than me."
"i missed you too," you smiled at him, holding an arm out. "come here."
mitch took a seat next to you, moving zeus out of the way.
"hey!" you complained.
"you're all mine, you got that?" he looked up at you. "i'm not sharing."
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#naqia writes!#writing games!#mitch marner#mitch marner imagine#mitch marner x reader#mitch marner blurb#mitch marner imagines#mitch marner fic
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